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Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey

So, last Saturday I decided to walk over to the Ramrod - best cruise bar in town - for a beer before heading over to Slammer, my favorite fuckjoint. Got to RR around 9, it was already jammed. There's the main bar in front, to the left of that is the pool table area, now covered with plywood, since guys fuck on it - around it. Then, there's the bootblack's station opposite one of the johns (open - no walls or doors), and finally in back you get to the Patio bar, an open-air area. There's a corridor off the patio bar that leads around a corner, past another john, and back to the front bar. That corner - on the SE corner of the building - is the traditional fuck/suck area. A relatively narrow corridor, with benches built into one side. I hadn't intended to sit back there and have my beer, but the front bar was full, the patio bar was full, and I guess I was lucky to find even that one spot to sit back in Pig Alley. Sat down next to a good-lookin kid, who's boyfriend was sitting on his other side. Guys passing by, cruising everyone, blah blah blah. So a guy stood against the wall, opposite the boyfriend, cruising him. The guy sitting next to me wasn't all that happy about it, but I didn't find out about that until later. After a few minutes, the boyfriend and the guy cruising him took off their shirts. Nice-looking kid, black hair, nice body, nice bulge next to me was not at all impressed when his bf took out his Cock and the guy cruising the bf started sucking it. Shortly after that, cruiser and bf got up and walked away, leaving the guy I was sitting next to alone. I'd noticed that he was eyeing my Cock, so I just asked him if that was his bf who'd just gone off to fuck the cruiser. Kid said yeah, and he knew his bf was going to Breed the cruiser, but was pissed off that the bf didn't allow him (the kid) to take raw Cock. Raw is apparently fine for the bf, but not the kid. Saw my opening right then. So I started talking to the kid about how unfair it was that he wasn't allowed to take loads, but his bf could rawfuck any guy he wanted. Kid said yeah, it was unfair, eyeing my now granite-hard Cock in my jeans. There were other guys sucking Cock in that hallway, a few taking it up the gut. I mentioned that I was heading over to Slammer in a little while to Breed Holes at some point. So I just asked the kid if he disliked taking raw Cock, and he looked at me and said "are you crazy?" Put my arm around his shoulder, and started in on how unfair his bf was, denying him the pleasure of taking loads in the bar, watching other guys in front of us sucking Cocks, fucking, all of that. He said he wanted to take as many loads as he could - but that before they went out to the bars, his bf always Bred his Hole, and thinks that should be enough for him. By this time, the kid’s Cock was about to rip through his shorts. I just said stuff like "how unfair - you deserve the same as every other guy here, blah blah blah, and he felt up my Cock in my jeans - asked me if I'd fuck him (duh), and I said of course, but I want to eat your Hole - taste your bf's load - slurp up your Hole a bit. The kid was eyeing other guys Breeding within a foot or two of us, and when he stood up and pulled his khaki’s down, a very nice Cock sprang up, hard. So I did what I told him I would do - got up, turned him around facing the wall, bent him over and ate that beautiful Hole full of thick black hair. After eating his Hole, (bf might be an asshole, but his load tasted good in the kid’s Hole) stood up so he could suck my Cock in front of the other guys sucking Cocks, Breeding. That was ok, but not what I wanted, so stood him up and turned him around again, gently pushed him over the bench, bent over his back and quietly said "you want my load up your gut, don't you .... and you want all these other guys to watch, don't you .... The kid said he did - said “yes Sir” - so I started to fuck him. His Hole was great - actually, he was a great fuck - and in a few minutes I bend over his back and whispered a question in his ear. Something like "you want more raw Cocks, don't you - there are guys on each side of you waiting their turn - you want them too, don't you ..." The kid sort of groaned - and answered that yeah, he did want them. I just said something like "then you should have them" ... pulled out and stepped aside. In a matter of 15 minutes that sweet boy took 4 loads. So, I got on my knees and ate that Hole again, and it tasted just perfect full of Sperm off other Cocks. I hadn't shot my load yet, and asked the kid how long he was going to wait for his bf to get back. The kid just answered "fuck him". He asked why I hadn't cum up his Hole, and I reminded him I was headed over to Slammer to Breed, but asked if he really wanted my load - to which he said something like "yeah, I want your load in my ass real bad ..." Not a grammarian, but this wasn't in grammar school either. This was at least 30, more like 45 minutes after I'd first sat down next to him. SO !!! I said that since I live only a few minutes walk from here, how about I fuck/breed you in my sling? That kid's eyes opened so wide I thought his eyeballs would drop out, and he just nodded. I don't think he'd ever been slingfucked before. Well, we both pulled our pants up, and as we left that area, a number of other guys caught my eye, seemingly wanting to be invited too. But, one step at a time. So we went back to my place, and had a fantastic night of it. The poor kid had been mind-fucked into keeping his Hole closed to every raw Cock but his bf's, while the bf rawfucked any guy he wanted to. Turns out his name is Javier, and he wants to come back next weekend. He didn't mention where they lived, but I think it's some distance away. So, I didn't get to Slammer last Saturday night - but it was a very worthy trade-off. This is why I don't post on that "last load" thread. I get raw Hole easily - any guy around here can - and it's a bit unseemly to go into stuff like this all the time when so many other guys have to wait weeks or months for something like this. Of course, this is one of the main reasons I chose Ft.L. when I decided to relocate. I had fb's who'd been here a number of times, always full of great stuff to report when they got back from here. Haven't had any reason to regret moving here at all.

Part 16 Danny: Two hours later, six loads were plugged into Tony's ass and four grins filled the room. "Thank you" Tony said, looking around at us. He slept with me the next few nights, only taking the plug out for me to breed him or to take care of business. Tuesday morning he looked up at me after cleaning the cum off my cock. "What do you think the results will be?" he asked. "You will probably get a positive result for one thing, hopefully no more" I said calmly, stroking the side of his face. "Will I be ok?" he asked, looking nervous. "Of course. Now let's get dressed and find out for sure, instead of guessing" I said. He took the news better than I expected. Not much was said as we walked back to the dorm and I suspected he was digesting all of the information the doctor had given him, just like I had months before. Once back in the room he said "I don't want to put you in any danger, so I guess we won't have sex again." I smiled and told him "There's no danger. I'm poz too." He went off to his afternoon exam with the plug holding my cum inside. He was happier than I'd seen him in weeks. I didn't want to tell him that if he hadn't tested positive this time, he would soon after the loads that Evan, Brad and I had pumped into him finished the job. We fucked the rest of the week, in between studying for the last of our finals. Well, I did take a little break Wednesday night. Evan and I finished off our care instructions with Simon. He was one of those aggressive bottoms, a power bottom I think they're called, who tried to direct the fuck. Every time he'd try and get rougher, so would I. I might have gone too far, since he had some bruises around his neck when we finished. Luckily I got to swallow his load that Evan fucked out of him while pumping load number four of the night into Simon. Hopefully that wouldn't be the last time we fucked. Friday night, Evan and I took turns breeding Tony until the early hours of Saturday morning. I found that I liked sharing a bottom with Evan. We were a sloppy mess with cum dripping out of all three of our asses. Only a few hours of sleep left us a little groggy in the morning but we packed up my car. I had told Tony over a month ago that I would drop him off at the airport up in the city and that saved him several hundred dollars than leaving from the airport near the college. "I thought you didn't want to go back home since your parents won't accept a gay kid" I said as we drove. "I'm staying with my uncle and his partner during the break. Thanks for driving me up, I didn't expect it to be so expensive flying from college" he replied. "So you're not the only gay one in the family?" I asked. "No, but I had never talked to my uncle until I came out. I wasn't allowed to. He reached out when he heard and helped me get through my parents dumping me. I'm looking forward to meeting him and his husband. It should be interesting" he said. "Don't feel you need to tell them everything. You might want to keep quiet about your little bug unless you have sex with someone" I said. We got closer to the city and while it was still pretty rural, I pulled off into a truck stop. "Bathroom break. Follow me" I told Tony. Once we got into the restroom I looked around to make sure it was empty and pulled him into a handicapped stall. He looked confused a moment and then started to kneel. I chuckled and whispered "Not yet, but pull down your pants." I fished out the key from my pocket and reached down, unlocking his cage. He had a pained look on his face which got worse when I removed the cage from his soft cock. "You can't get through security at the airport with this on... Too much metal. Well, you might but only after a long, scary discussion with them. Put the cage in your suitcase and you can put it on after you land" I told him. Tony smiled back at me and I gave him a wink before turning him and pushing him down on the toilet. He spent the next ten minutes sucking on my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He looked concerned walking back to the car when I gave him the key. "I want it back when you return on the fifth and expect you to be locked back up after you land." -- Evan: Wes and I had been texting and my weekend with him had definite repercussions. He even sent me pictures so I could see how the bug ravaged his body. The matted fur from the night sweats looked really hot and I wished I could lick every inch of him. "My ex would have had a total meltdown if this happened while we were together, but I feel liberated. I hope you're ready to get bred a lot before you have to go back for Spring semester" he sent as I packed up my stuff. "I only get fucked by poz guys" I replied, laughing to myself. "It's probably very toxic. You got my last neg load, knocked me up and then left. The first few will be grudge fucks ;)" he said. "Probably? You don't know?" I asked. "No way I'm going to a doctor around here to find out. Even the squirrels will know. Gossip spreads fast around here" he replied. A minute later he said "I was hoping you'd take me to the city to hit the clinic. I also want the same tattoo u have" "Don't get exactly what I have. That would be weird. Make it unique to you" I said. Simon had done a good job coming up with a cool variation of the pics I had given him and Wes needed his own. Over the next week I sent him dozens of ideas. When I finally got home after finals, I spent a lot of time with Wes. I took him to a clinic over in the city an hour away for his blood test. Once he was jabbed, we had almost two hours to kill before the appointment at the tattoo shop. The adult book store just off the highway fit the bill. I'd been here in years past, usually on my knees sucking trucker dick. This time of year always had a large group of college students trying to sate their sexual needs. Wes and I pulled our tees off once in the back room. All the booths were taken and a few guys were just hanging around. I was talking to Wes about who would be the best cocksucker when the youngest looking of the group came up to us. I think he was about my age. He wore jeans, a tee, a backwards baseball cap and some tan work boots. A patchy beard covered his face and soft lips. He nervously stood in front of us nervously asking "I like your bodies... do you want some head?" "Maybe more... if you're good" I replied quietly. -- Stu: I think that Ben had told people what had happened between us. It was hard to find anyone by the house that would even respond to messages, much less want to hookup. All of my sex was happening in the city and the drive back and forth was killing me. I'd get there and have almost no desire to fuck. Almost. The house sold in about a week, which even surprised the real estate agent. I was able to find a much nicer condo in the city than my old one and was moved in before Christmas. The college students down the hall were a lot more cautious than Danny or Ben. I got grilled about my latest STD tests and while I got my dick in one of them, I found out that he was on PrEP. It kind of pissed me off and just drove me back to the bathhouse and apps. One guy I had been working on hooking up with canceled the day before we were to meet since he was sick. He said that another guy had pozzed him so there wasn't a reason to meet anymore. I asked who and he sent me the profile name. I recognized they guy right away and it was Ben. I didn't even need a face pic, which was good since there wasn't one. I recognized him from the ink on his arm, but there was a new bio tat over his cock. It was good to know my bug was finding lots of new homes, even though it wasn't coming directly from me. I wondered how many that Danny and Ben had tagged so far. I'd never know since I'd burned those bridges. -- Evan: I'm pretty sure our cocksucker muttered "fuck yeah" to himself as he dropped to his knees. The guy tugged down both of our jeans enough to free our hardening cocks. The blowjob was surprisingly good and he swapped back and forth between Wes's cock and mine, never leaving either of us long enough for our cocks to soften. After a short while, I pulled his head off my cock, tilting it back. Staring at him, I asked "Want to get knocked up?" and pointed at my tattoo. Initially he looked confused and I think in the dim light he only saw the red bear paw. A moment later his face got the shocked look I frequently got when someone would see the biohazard for the first time. Unlike most guys, he nodded his head 'yes' and then smiled back at me. Our cocksucker stood up, we swapped spots and he leaned against the wall where I had been standing seconds earlier. He pushed his jeans down and pulled his tee up, revealing a hairy, plump butt. Wes entered his lubed ass first and five minutes later was dumping his possibly charged cum into the hungry hole. "Fucking great ass" Wes growled before he pulled out and I took his spot. The cum filled chute felt amazing and the bottom gave a few squeezes after I bottomed out. My arm snaked around his body and I felt my fingers rake through the fur covered chest. It wasn't as thick as mine and reminded me of Danny's newly hair covered pecs. His nipples loved getting pinched though and as my fingers twisted each nub, he moaned and clamped down on my thrusting cock. Like Wes, I only lasted five minutes before I was flooding his ass with a second load of viral seed. This time his "Fuck yeah!" comment was loud and audible to not only the three of us but the five others that had circled around us to watch the breeding. He squeezed his hole tight, trying to get as much cum inside him as he could and clamp it shut to not lose any of the precious liquid. I pulled my jeans up as did the bottom and we pushed our way past our audience toward the door. Once outside, the three of us walked to our cars. I told the bottom "Thanks, that was hot. I was serious about knocking you up though. Hit the clinic if you want to stay neg... or be here next week same time and day and we'll make sure." "I'll bring a plug next week... I can already feel it running down my leg" he replied with a grin before getting in his car. The tattoo session went well. Wes had talked with the artist and every detail was already decided. The drawings looked cool and with a nod from Wes, they began. My dick was hard the whole time looking at his bare chest get inked first and then his arm. The bear paw on his chest was much larger than mine, in black ink with some red blood dripping from the claws. The arm tattoo only got partially done and was a lot more complex, needing two sessions. The symbol wasn't as prominent as mine, but still easily visible. The following week was a repeat, except Wes got the expected results along with another blood draw. The guy was waiting patiently for us at the adult book store. A scorpion pendant hung off a thick chain around his neck and prompted me to ask if he was neg. "As of three weeks ago, yeah" he said. During the fuck he was more verbal this time. The moans now had him begging for us to breed him. Wes gave him two loads and I shot one before we headed off to finish Wes' arm tattoo. -- Danny: Ben and I spent a lot of time together during the Christmas break. In some ways it was like when we were going to classes at the junior college, but now there was the element of sex constantly hanging over us. We spotted Stu at the bathhouse a few times but never made a scene of it. If we saw him fuck a guy, we said we wouldn't touch that bottom ever again. Who knows what he caught from Stu. It was easy to find better hookups elsewhere anyway. We were fooling around one day before Christmas and Ben had been spending a long time sucking on my cock. "I don't want to freak you out, but... your dick is almost exactly like your dad's" Ben said after he let the head slip past his lips. Yeah, it did freak me out. "You sucked my dad's cock?" I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know the answer. He had that "hand caught in the cookie jar" look on his face. "Yeah, a few times. It started after my parents kicked me out and they let me stay at your house. Don't worry, all I did was suck him" Ben said. I shook my head wondering if my parents had a motive for giving him a place to stay. My mom did say that she liked them tall and kinky. "They told me they let you stay for a week until you found a place. I hope they didn't make you do anything you didn't want to" I said. "Oh god no. It was the least I could do for them giving me a place to stay. You have really good parents. They accepted me... helped me. I was surprised when they asked, though. Your mom likes to watch and I think your dad knows gays give better head. I don't think I was the first guy to suck his cock" Ben said. He licked up my shaft a few times and then added "It was over a month until I found a place. I sucked him almost every day after that but only got his load if your mom didn't want to get fucked too. Did you know they were that kinky?" Ben asked. I laughed, realizing a few times had suddenly become daily and his stay went from a week to a month. I replied "No, I never thought about my parent's sex lives. They had sex once and that's how I came about. Isn't that what most kids think about their parents having sex?" I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to know. "So you never fucked with them?" I asked. "No. No desire. Oral was as far as I'd go. It's like the guys I meet that don't want to get infected. I'll only give them head so I don't risk pozzing them. If I wanted your dad's dick in my ass, I would wait until you were here to give me yours" Ben said, a huge shit-eating grin coming over his face. We fucked the rest of the night. Some of it was slow, some was hard. In the morning, I got fucked. He didn't tie me up this time and it was the most passionate Ben had ever been with me. We laid there, spooning with his cock still planted in my ass. "Thanks for taking my virginity. It meant a lot for you to be the one. If Stu did it, I would just be one of hundreds he did just to get laid or to infect" Ben said. "Yeah. I wish it was you that took mine. I thought it was hot at the time, but it didn't mean anything to him. I was just a conquest. He taught me a lot, though, so it wasn't a complete waste" I said. Ben nodded. "What happened with Jeffrey?" I asked. "He's visiting family for the holidays. He tried to get me to go with, but I have to work. I wanted to see you too" Ben said. I could tell from his face that he missed him. "I'm going to visit for new years, though. He's throwing a party for all the queers around his home town to ring in the new year. You should come with" Ben said a moment later. A wicked grin slowly covered his face. Ben joined us for Christmas and that's when I came out to my parents. For all the stress I had before I said anything, it was like I told them I liked cherry pie not apple. Maybe it just confirmed what they already knew. I'm not sure who was louder that night, Ben and I or my parents. His cum was dripping down my leg when we went down for breakfast at almost 11AM. My mom had that post fuck smile on her face, just like Ben and I did. My dad sniffed a couple times and said "This room smells like sex. I hope everyone got the Christmas gifts they wanted."

You’re sure ‘many guys remember’ the last time they were gang/ fucked in s frat-house sling? Sure. That happens all the time because college fraternity houses are well-equipped with slings and frequently feature open homosexual orgies. 🙄 Your comparison of this absurd hypothetical situation with a reported real-life story of campus rape is outrageous enough; to reduce the woman’s experience to a ‘kink’ is obscene. Kink is subjective, you say? Thanks for the news flash. People in the kink lifestyle have actually known that for years, to the point that there’s even a saying for it: Your kink is not my kink.

Chapter 10 I decided I needed to take things slow over the next few days. I was daydreaming about Gino. He was hot and definitely boyfriend material. I didn’t even know if he was single, though I hadn’t noticed anything at his place that suggested he was living with someone. I couldn’t get that gorgeous cock with its big head out of my mind. And that sexy tattoo…. I briefly thought of risky sex, I felt well, I put the thought behind me, becoming poz happened to other people after all. My daydream was broken by a new message on my phone, from a number I didn’t recognise . It was a video of a guy in a sling, being fucked whilst a black cock pissed over the guys face. It took a few moments before I realised that guy was me, and it was the video Mo took whilst I was being bred by Phil and Steve. ‘ Phil wants me to train your ass whilst he’s away. Come round tonight’ the message said. ‘ I’m sure you don’t want this video posting on your social media, showing everyone what a faggot for cock you are’ . I didn’t want that as I wasn’t really out yet, but my cock got hard again replaying that scene. ‘Ok’ I replied. I was given an address. Later, I rang the bell on the door and it opened, Mo letting me in. ‘Good boy, right on time’ he said. ‘Strip in here’ , he led me to a bedroom. Again I was getting hard wondering what Mo had in mind. He took around 5 minutes before he entered, wearing a harness and a leather jock. He was clearly hung, even though he was only semi erect. ‘ Phil wants me to train you to take a fist. We have to stretch that ass of yours. Here sniff this’ Mo put a bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I inhaled and my head swam for a short while. ‘I’m going to lube you ‘ I could feel the cold of lube being worked round my ass, as my brain was still fuzzy. I was on all fours with my ass in the air. Mo inserted two then three fingers in me as I pushed back . ‘ You’re a natural’ Mo said. ‘ im going to work a butt plug in , and then a bigger one to stretch you’ he said. I loved the attention my ass was getting. He pulled the second butt plug out. ‘ Now a bigger one’ Mo announced. I felt him start pushing another butt plug in, this was much bigger, it was stretching me. Mo gave me another hit on the poppers. I felt as though my ass was splitting as with another push my ass expanded to take in the biggest plug. ‘Good, we’ll work that a bit’ Mo added , as my ass got used to the size. My ass felt full. Mo started pulling it out then pushing it back in, my ass felt on fire. ‘ I would love to destroy that ass of yours’ Mo whispered in my ear ‘ one day I just might’ . He pulled the plug out at last. ‘Let’s see what you can take now’ he said as he added more lube. I felt his fingers, two then three then four as he pushed in me, stretching his hand as he entered me. I was getting so turned on being used in this way, my cock dripping pre cum. Mo started working his four fingers in and out. ‘ we’ll soon work up to my hand looking at the progress we’re making ‘ he said as he continued to work my ass.’ But I think you need a bit of black cock and black poz seed in you now, to complete today’s training’ Mo climbed on the bed behind me before feeding my gaping hole with his cockhead. It slid in easily given my hole has been stretched ‘ you want this boy, don’t you?’ ‘ fuck yes , just fuck me’ was all I could say as he slipped his full length in me. He picked up his pace , slamming his cock in my arse until after three or four minutes of hard fucking his breathing became mote ragged and he started slamming into me much harder. ‘Fuck you’re about to get my full load’ he growled as he gave one last thrust and just held me in place as he emptied his balls in me. He stayed in me a while after, making sure my arse stayed stretched taking his length, before slowly pulling out. Before I could get used to feeling empty, Mo had pushed another butt plug in me. ‘ We’re not wasting that’ he said. ‘ Keep this in til you get home. ‘ I drove home, feeling the plug. It kept me on the edge of feeling horny. Once home I stripped again, pulling it out. I wanted to feel my hole, it was stretched. I could easily slip three then four of my own fingers in me. I pushed most of my hand in my hole until it became awkward with the contortions. I knew I was already primed to be a fist loving pig . I showered, playing with my cock and cumming as the hot water relaxed me. I slept soundly that night. The weekend was approaching and it was Sally’s birthday. The usual group were meeting up in the Molly on the Friday night. I had had a quiet chat with Luke as He intimated Joe may be up for a threesome though he couldn’t know that Luke had fucked me previously. I wasn’t going to let on if it meant getting my cock in Joe bare. The night involved lots of alcohol, as we got more daring. Sally confided that she and Ty were an item, and that gradually she had got to enjoy Ty fucking her in her ass. ‘It makes me feel so slutty’ she whispered to me’ I now understand why you like it so much,’ Joe wasn’t known for being a big drinker, but announced that if I was to have a threesome with him and Luke, I had to suck Luke’s cock there and then in the pub. I agreed, on the basis he paid a forfeit of my choosing if I did, and I would pay a forfeit if I didn’t. I had a cunning idea. So what were the forfeits? ‘ you have to have a bare ass for two hours in here’ Joe announced his choice of forfeit. ‘Ok agreed’ I said quickly ‘and yours is you have to come off PreP for two weeks’ Joe gulped . We all looked at him. ‘Ok’ he nervously agreed. ‘But Luke has to cum in your mouth’ ‘ok’ I agreed again. Luke shifted in his seat and covered from general view by our table and Sally, Ty and Joe , Luke pulled out his cock. I leaned over in my seat and took his cock in my mouth . I started sucking and licking his cock head whilst wanking his shaft, bobbing my head. I sucked for around a minute before coming up for air. ‘ Play with your cock, get close to cumming’ I told Luke. He started wanking as I kissed his cock again. ‘I’m nearly there!’ Luke whispered to me. I took him in my mouth again as I waited for him to cum. I felt Luke’s cock flex and then he was flooding my mouth with his cum. I swallowed one mouthful before keeping the rest in my mouth. Joe would want to see. I came up and opened my mouth, holding out my tongue, coated in Luke’s jizz. ‘Well that’s you off prep Joe’ said Ty with a grin. Joe looked shocked, ‘ok’ he mumbled ‘ I never thought he would do it’ ‘I did’ chipped in Sally ‘if it involves cock it seems Neil can’t help himself!’ The night continued. Then came the shots, Tequila and more. They always gave me a major hangover but I was buzzing. Rether than go to a club, we decided to go to Joe and Luke’s . Sally was all over Ty and I was definitely up for a threesome. Once there Sally and Ty disappeared off to a bedroom, leaving me with Luke and Joe. Luke and I started stripping . ‘ come on Joe’ Luke said. You know you want Neil’s cock. ‘ Joe didn’t need another prompt. He stripped and I latched onto his cock taking him down my throat as Luke sucked my cock and licked my balls. I turned so Luke could access my ass. ‘ mmm I’m having that’ ‘put a condom on Luke’ Joe asked ‘ No this tattoo says bareback only’ Luke replied, referring to the tattoo on my ass. Joe turned, so I could see his ass. I dived in to rim his hole, I was going to fuck that hole . I bent over as Luke positioned himself behind me , sliding his cock into me, and he started fucking my ass bare. ‘Fuck my ass Ty, just fuck me!’ We heard Sally’s voice from the other room. ‘She’s converted to ass fucking ‘ I said. ‘It may not be the only thing she’s converted to’ Luke whispered in my ear. Luke carried on fucking my hole , I’m gonna breed u soon Neil’ he panted ‘ Just do it, cum in me’ ‘ Fuuucckk’ Luke panted as he unloaded in me, making sure I took it all before he withdrew. ‘Joe, get ready’ I said. I’m clean, no rubbers’ Joe presented his ass to me, I lubed his hole before slowly sliding into him, and gradually picked up my pace as he stroked his cock. ‘ you want this don’t you Joe?’ I asked. ‘ God yes’ I picked up my pace. ‘ I’m gonna load your ass’ I panted as I could feel myself getting close. I was almost there when Joe came himself, furiously wanking his cock. That did it, and I came myself, pushing into Joe as I did. Luke kissed me as I pulled out. It wasn’t long before the combination of alcohol and having cum took its toll on us as all three of us drifted off to sleep laid across each other. to be continued ……………

Chapter 25 The Pig finished with the Kids ass and a couple guys stood him up. With his ass on fire and a strange warmth inside himself the led him over to a bench where Horse was laying on with his mass cock sticking up like a light pole. Horse said to the Pig “ I just finished trying to get in that Kids dirty ass. I need cleaned off, get busy “. The Pig stared licking the shaft like it was ice cream. He had that same foul taste but he was enjoying it.. after he had licked the shaft clean he went down to get whatever he could find on Horse’s ball sack. He never noticed until now how big is sack was. How loaded it was with cum. He started licking the sack when Horse said “ God damn, you’re one hot Pig. Lick my nuts, get them in your mouth”. The Pig did what he could and apparently Horse liked it. He pulled his legs up and the Pig started licking Horse’s hairy taint and then the dry puckered ass hole. Horse groaned when he felt the hot tong working his hole. Horse was a strict top and almost never let anyone do anything to his ass but this was so wild. Knowing the pig was recently an uptight fag and knowing what he was getting shot into him, either his arm or ass and drinking everything that was offered, was driving him wild. It was then that horse decided that either way, this Pig was going to get his monster cock balls dep and he would get his AIDs cum deep into his guts. Horse pulled him up and moved his head to his cock, he told the Pig to suck on it get it ready for his ass. He was trying and finally got the head of the monster in his mouth. The cock was not only unbelievably long but the shaft was bigger around than a pop can and the Mushroom head was even bigger. He was able to what seemed to be half the cock in his mouth when the Pig told him that he barely got it in his mouth. This sent a shiver through the Pig’s body knowing that this was going to get in him again. While he was bent over he let a cock pushing up his ass. A familiar voice said “ I am going to get you ready. Yu thought I was big in your hotel room, just wait “. The Pig knew who it was and how big the cock was an the damage it did when he crammed in all the way. The guy pumped in the Pig for a while and then went balls deep and came. There was pressure when he went deep but it didn’t hurt like last time. He could feel the guy throbbing deep in his ass. The pig suddenly remembered what he said about his cum. Once again the realization that he was taking toxic cum in his guts made this situation all to real. He remembered what the guy said to the Kid in the sling before he ate and sucked everything out of the Kid’s ass. The guy told the Kid that he would have more than on bug in that ass after this time and probably more that meds can fix. This both scared him but in a perverse way it excited him. He wanted to pass the bugs to someone else. The guy pulled out and told the Pig to use the cum as lube for the Horse size cock he was about to get. At the same time the guy rubbed some lube on the Pig’s hole. He figured it would be the cooling lube like last time but instead it started burning. The burning seemed to fade quickly and he realized the guy was using here large fingers in his hole to stretch him open. He was enjoying the stretching when the guy put fingers from his other hand in and moved them apart, painfully stretching the hole. The Pig couldn’t say anything because Horse was trying to get more of is mammoth cock in his mouth.

I don't get it either. Looking at it from a different perspective, PReP enables cumdumps, and the Tops that use them, to live a longer, healthier life taking / giving more loads then they otherwise might. Refusing to take easily obtainable and appropriate steps seems a bit nihilistic .... why even bother wasting good food feeding themselves?

Dullness is hardly ever an attractive component of a person's character, which continues to be the case in this moment. How disinteresting. A television drama is the basis for this regrettable post? btw - it's SUBJECTIVE - something called an "adjective" when used as you attempted. It can also be a noun, depending on usage. This word can also be used in the context of philosophy, but let's not even consider that in this case. I wonder if anyone was listening .... To the allusion to fraternities, et al: I have been a member of these organizations, initially social (as you alluded to) and then professional, for many years. While there were a number of gay guys in the social (undergrad level) fraternity I belonged to, I recall not one mention ever of any kind of group sex, let alone the crime of rape. In the event you have attended some institution of higher learning, and experienced a fraternity-sponsored rape, you might have some basis upon which to rest your spurious claim of "The same situation, different perspective" Yes, there's a website called Fraternity X - which you're likely familiar with, containing totally fantasy-based productions, virtually devoid of what are called "production values" in that particular industry. Rape is a crime, not only against the violated person, but against humanity itself.

Bookmark this page so you can find it easily on the inevitable day when you sit asking yourself “What the fuck was I thinking?”

Every once in a while I get extra-horny and post for anonymous tops on Craigslist with the subject, "No condom, no pulling out." It rarely gets any interest, maybe one guy who might be serious or might not - I find guys are more inclined to fuck bareback if it hasn't been discussed or mentioned as an expectation up front. Somehow amid the clouds and sun of a Saturday afternoon, I got not one but three responses. The first guy who answered informed me that he had a top friend and they were looking for a bottom to use together. Needless to say, I sent my info, he told me when they could arrive, and went in the bathroom to prep myself while they were en route. As I was getting ready, I continued to check email and got the other two responses. I wrote back to each guy with my address, telling them that I had two others coming over, so they should just show up and I'd leave the front door open so they could just walk in. One wrote back "OK" but the other was silent, something I usually take to mean that he's going to flake and not show (I hate when they do that after you give them your address!). After about 20 minutes, the first pair arrived, and they didn't disappoint! I let them in, made sure the front door was unlocked, and led them into the living room where I stripped and got down on all fours on the floor and took some huge hits from my brown bottle. They wasted no time in peeling off their clothes and almost immediately I had a thick 8-inch shaft plunging down my throat. I couldn't breathe, I was gagging and drooling all over the place, but I was in heaven! I didn't know where the other guy was until I felt his hands roaming over my ass, fingering my already-lubed hole, and giving me the occasional smack as his friend fucked my throat. The cock in my throat got noticeably harder before its owner withdrew it and moved behind me. I had only a moment to take another hit of poppers before it was replaced by an even bigger shaft, this one at least 9 inches but not quite as thick. This second guy slid into my mouth and down my willing throat in one smooth motion, continuing where his friend had left off. While he did that, I felt the head of the first guy's cock pushing at my hole, and I pushed back a little in order to accommodate him. His cock was slick with my deep throat juices, and he groaned as he slid in balls-deep and began thrusting. As I was stuffed with cock from both ends, I heard the front door open. In walked not one but both of the other guys I had heard from! Talk about timing, they had pulled into my place at the same time. They quickly stripped, being careful not to mix clothes, shoes and phones with the other guys. On seeing these two newcomers, the guy in my throat stood up, and I knelt upright being careful not to dislodge his friend's thick cock, which continued to pound my hole mercilessly. He did this, I saw, to free up both of my hands so that in no time, I was stroking the two new guys, one with each hand, while the first guys continued their assaults on my throat and ass. I have had trains of more guys over the course of a few hours, but never in my life have I had four cocks using me at the exact same time! The guy in my ass finally grabbed my hips and gave a mighty thrust and held it, planting his seed deep inside me. I was disappointed when he slid out, but his friend pulled out of my throat and took his place behind me. His cock in turn was replaced in my throat by one of the newcomers, both of whom I was happy to see had nice seven-inchers. The one entering my throat was thick and uncut, and drooling precum before it even hit my poppered-up lips. And that's how it went for almost an hour this afternoon as I served each cock in turn with my mouth and then my ass. True to my post, each guy fucked my throat and then my ass with no condom, and all added their loads to my stretched out (and now dripping!) hole. I'm siting here with their brew running out of me, typing this and thinking that maybe I'll post again tonight, and maybe add a BBRT ad to the mix to see what additional trouble I can get into!

Nope. Sorry. You can’t spin this into a positive. We may be able to keep the Enemy Virus under control, but don’t ever get confused into thinking we’ve got the upper hand. Even when it’s under control, HIV is still harming us every minute of every day. Once you get HIV, your body becomes a war zone. Inflammation is constant, affecting systems throughout the body, even when viral loads are undetectable, because the damn virus is still foxholed in its reservoirs, waiting to jump out as soon as there’s any opportunity. Let’s be clear about what “under control” and “suppressed” means here. It doesn’t mean “cured”. It doesn’t mean “gone”. It doesn’t mean “no big deal”. It’s still a big fucking deal. “Under control” means the virus is no longer able to reproduce to the point that it’s overwhelming the immune system as long as the treatment is maintained. But if the treatment stops, the virus is once again free to go right back to killing its host, and that’s exactly what it’s going to do. We’re the ones who have to maintain the constant vigilance, take the pills without fail, change our lifestyles to accommodate our bodies’ new reality in living with this invader. We are absolutely living with it. We may take control of our lives and try to live the most positive life we can under the circumstances, but it’s always going to be under the circumstances. And until there’s a cure those circumstances are something we have to cope with. The circumstances don’t cope with us.

Not the same situation at all. Presumably, the guy consented to getting in the sling. Consent means not rape. And even men who consent in such cases might well object to video of the event being circulated out of his control. I get it - you want to fap fap fap to the idea of frat guy orgy sex. Knock yourself out. But please don't dismiss rape as "different perspective". That's a completely shitty take on it. Completely, totally, shitty.

Same! So many sleazy loads and sexual encounters I enjoyed because of CL. Double list is just not the same or anywhere near as effective.

Sex addiction is a vague and controversial term. The concept extends from the Xian moralist ideas that one partner should be sexually fulfilling for you, forever, owing in great part because the religion has treated sex and Love as synonyms when they, in fact, are not. The view is that males go from partner to partner because we are not satisfied and in our addiction to sexual pleasure we can't be satisfied. This is a false. Scientific research has shown that monogamy is NOT natural for most mammals and even paired mammals in the animal kingdom have sex with others. I have the highly promiscuous sex I do because it is so incredible I want to enjoy it again and again. We are fulfilled and because we find sex so fulfilling, we seek out more. It's in our male DNA. Can sex become an addiction? Yes it can. But like all addictions, that point arrives when the sexual activities interfere with your regular life functions (job, home upkeep, non-sexual socializing). Most of the time, though, when you hear the term used, it is through the moralist lens. And the Christian idea of sex addiction is as false as most of it's sexual dogma. So in my hypersexual still fully functional life, I am happier and healthier than most Bible-waving Christians out there because I am in tough with myself as a sexual animal and have rejected the religion's sexual guilt and shame about my penis and libido. I just finished 5 days at CLAW leather and kink fetish event in Cleveland OH. I have had piles of guys I have played with using my own fat penis, taking theirs in my mouth and ass and being fisted in multiple sessions everyday. Yeah, I'm great!

Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]

Love sounding. got a little crazy with a married buddy. He jizzed on my cock and used the sound to push his cum into my urethra. It made me bust pretty quick.

Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]

Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey

This is a true story, as best I can remember, of what happened on my first work trip. Suppliers took us golfing in Spokane and on the first night we were drinking and hanging out at a bar. I stepped outside to get some air, as I was a little tipsy and went for a walk. i promptly forgot where the bar was tho and couldn't find my way back. After searching for a bit I stumbled across another bar and went in. I quickly recognized it as a gay bar and got a little excited. Decided to order a beer and check the place out. After a couple beers I had to piss and headed over to the bathroom. While I was at the urinal I noticed in the reflection that someone was sitting in the stall with the door open. I slowly turned and found an older gentlemen stroking his cock. Cock in hand I stared for a bit before he said "like what you see slut?", to which I slowly nodded. "On your knees and crawl to me bitch". I didnt even bother to zip up, I just slowly turned and got to my knees. I crawled across the dirty floor until I was between his legs and inches away from his cock. "Good slut. Beg me for this cock." "give me your cock daddy, i want your cock so bad" "louder!" "give me that cock daddy. I want to be your slut!" "good boy" he said as he took his hands off his cock and replaced them with my mouth. I slowly bobbed up and down on his shaft, relishing in the taste and how slutty it felt to be in a bathroom with an unknown mans cock in my mouth. I soon felt hands on my hips attempting to pull my pants off. I happily obliged and allowed them to take my pants off. Now i was bent over with a cock in my mouth and exposed from the waist down to whomever else was in the bathroom. I soon felt fingers and a tongue playing with my slutty little hole and it made me moan around the cock in my mouth. I was then grabbed by my hair and the guy whose cock I was sucking pulled me off his cock and brought me into the middle of the bathroom floor. "You want to be a slut?" "Yes sir please make me a slut" "good boy. keep sucking". I resumed sucking his cock and could now see and hear more people around me. I got my ass slapped, fingered, and played with before I heard a belt being undone and a pair of pants falling to the ground. I felt a cockhead nudge at my entrance before pushing slowly into my ass. I yelped in pain but the guy I was sucking forced me down onto his cock and started shooting down my throat. He removed his cock from my mouth and it wasn't long before it was replaced by another one. The guy in my ass had picked up the pace and I was starting to enjoy the fucking I was getting, which made me suck the guy in front of me even more. I cant remember how long or how many fucked me in that dirty bathroom, I just remember some fucked me, some made me suck them, others just jerked off or pissed on me, and I loved being a fucking filthy faggot. After I remember being moved to a storage room where I was thrown over a stack of pallets and had my ass and face fucked multiple times after that. I was then given my clothes back and placed in a cab, luckily I knew the name of the hotel I was staying at, and luckily made it back to my room without anyone noticing as I probably reeked of piss and cum. It was an annual trip and I was bummed I never found that bar again.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_k1O5hFwnLhJV One of the hottest vid scene for sure...love the aggression! I'd sub for all of them!

When I was in my early 20 I used to shave my hole and balls. Now it's just my balls

I was 14 and it was with my best friend's dad. He was late 30s. He made me kneel in front of him. He unbuttoned his jeans and took his cock out. It was the first time I'd seen an erect penis. It looked massive to me. He rubbed it on my face and told me to lick his shaft. He was moaning and told me to open my mouth wide. He put his cock in my mouth and told me to close my lips round his cock and press my tongue on his shaft. He held my head and fucked my mouth - not so deep that I was choking. He was grunting and he gripped my head tightly and I felt his cock throbbed he shot his load into my mouth. I choked a bit but he held my head in place until he'd emptied his balls. I swallowed as much as I could but most of his cum ran down my chin when he took his cock out my mouth

Got lucky and scored 3 loads in one night first load was a sniffies hookup in the parking lot at work right when i got off. He must not have unloaded in a while cause it was the largest quantity I’ve ever received….yummy Then i sucked off a nice dick at Airport Video in one of the arcade booths probably could have gotten more action but had another sniffies hookup third load was a regular that I drain a few times a week. As usual a nice creamy load . three in the span of a few hours is pretty good for me

I’m an equal opportunity poz daddy that fucks straight, gay and everyone in between 😈

Endless questions. I’m all for conversation, setting terms and getting to know one another. But endless tedious BS questions gets you blocked.

Disgusting. Such a waste of potential.

Let me pit a different slant on this topic. I am bisexual and my partner is a woman. I cheated on her a couple of times and yes the rush of adrenaline was unreal and it filled a need in me for m2m sex. Exploring and experiencing with another man is sooo good. It also helped me fulfill a need to be fucked that i had harboured for many years. The first expisode was with condoms but i found the lack of skin on skin made it very disappointing and i wanted it raw. So the second time i did get fucked bareback and it was just completely different and so much more fulfilling. My partner found out. Oh dear you might think, but what actually transpired was that she believes my need for sexual experiences with men is important and that if i don't do it i am not being true to myself. Soooo i have a licence to play the only rule being that i have to keep her updated on what I am doing. The truth is that it has added to our sex lives as she gets very turned on when i describe my encounters and especially so when i describe the feeling of a cock entering my arse, pounding into me and breeding me.

You know what the difference is? It is consent. Who knows if she was drugged, or drunk when she had sex with those other 2 frat boys. But then taking pictures and circulating them around is ridiculous. comparing a willing bottom in a single allowing multiple guys to fuck him/takes pics/video is completely different and fucking disgusting to compare the 2 as “kinks and being subjective of each other.” being forcibly raped IS NOT A kink. Having pictures taken of you, without your knowledge and then circulated IS WRONG and is NOT A kink

Nope.. if mens butts are hairy, I love it. If they are naturally smooth I like it. If its shaved then its a no for me. But each to their own.

I love to shave just around my fuckhole as it makes things slip in easier and the smooth feeling is great. Also shave my balls and just the base of my cock but have a full bush of pubes. Love the feeling of that smooth hairless skin on my balls!

Waiting till last year to decide to get pozzed, should have done it in my 20’s

Fuck buds are always nice, especially in a pinch! I've had many breed me, but not become a regular fuck bud. I've also had a good amount of random breeders, who became fuck buds later. A mix of both is great!

Miss CL😪 Had some great hookups and my 1st parTy was from it! My 1st bondage group was from CL. Found out I love to be tied and used for a group. Doublelist has been ok but a lot of fakes.

Strictly speaking, Sex Addiction, or Hypersexual Disorder, is not a recognized diagnosis by the professional psychological/psychiatric field, and is not included in their diagnostic manual. It is a subject of debate as to the causes of excessive or compulsive sexual behavior that results in distress, but most authorities consider that it does not have many features in common with actual addiction. There are some mental conditions that may predispose a person to hypersexual behavior - the manic phase of Bipolar Depression comes to mind - but these are not addiction. I think some caution needs to be applied in the use if ‘addiction’ in this context, because it implies an inability to control behavior when in many cases the person may simply be looking for an excuse to explain or justify a hedonistic lifestyle.

Part 46 - Sovereign Guard And Valet He looked incredibly sexy kneeling above him, his body partly shadowed by the dim light in the room. All he could do was look at Hannes and unable to believe this guy had been under his nose since arriving at the palace. Each time Tom tried to move his arms his legs moved as well causing him to giggle even more. Tom looked up at him "Fucking kiss me!" he demanded loudly. Hannes laughed "You are very demanding" he cooed softly leaning down and teasing him. "Please" Tom begged, "Kiss me deep I need it" he said lifting his head trying to get closer. Hannes ran his tongue over Tom's lips so light and exquisitely that he moaned arching his whole body, the yearning in his breath escaped softly hitting Hannes with a silky touch. Unable to resist him any further he leaned down pressing his lips to Tom's and proceeded to kiss him with a deep hot passion, Tom made a squealing sound of pure indulgence and enjoyment his cock jumped releasing more precum that trickled ever so slowly down the shaft of his cock. Hannes leaned back and looked down at him, his own body was burning in desire for this young lad. His brave country boy that showed no signs of being afraid of who he was. The chains clanked again and he moaned in a giggle, balled up in this position he could only watch as Hannes traced a finger down his chest and over his cock that was now sopping wet from precum. Hannes licked his finger then moaned softly as he tasted the young guys sex, his eyes closed mid moan and his taste buds sprang to life at the unusual flavour assaulting them. With the tip of his finger he rubbed at the head of Tom's cock coating it in precum, slowly he moved his finger towards Tom's mouth and delicately smeared his lips. His tongue appeared licking at his finger and lips, Hannes smiled watching him savour the taste of his own sex. Slowly moving his cock closer still on his knees in an upright position he watched Tom's reaction and heard the delectable moan as his cock teased open his hole that absorbed the full length of his cock again. Minutes sped by with soft gentle rocking of his cock watching every expression on his boys face, his fingers teased his own nipples and frequently Hannes licked his lips catching the odd remnant of the boys precum. Tom could only lay there completely at his mercy and savouring the delights of this incredible man that was working him in up a frenzied sexual state. Sex was sex and yet right now he had never felt to alive or responsive to the sovereign guards prowess. Slowly the changes appeared, the thrusts started to hit deeper, harder and quicker. His balls now bouncing and slapping noisily against Tom's arse in rapid succession. His neck arched back crying out and gasping, his body tingled all over in enjoyment. Hannes leaned down and kissed him in a furious sexual moment, the smile on his face, staring down in to his eyes. Suddenly his moans filled the air around them getting higher in pitch with every passing second as Hannes fucking him deeper with long exaggerated strokes. He leaned over again kissing him deeply and knowing he was going to bust his nut imminently, raising his head and staring ahead he began to ramp up the intensity even more. So powerless to react by any other means than through his mouth, his cries and pleads for Hannes to fuck him in to oblivion brought even more harder and intense thrusts. His balls aching as the sensation filled him, the flick of a switch and his cock jumped and the exhilarating pulses took over triggering the release of his cum deep inside, growling and pushing in deeper with Tom crying in delight as his body felt and experienced Hannes orgasm. His hips continued pressing up against his arse pushing his cum deeper inside until finally he felt the fading of his orgasm, his hips still moved quickly fucking Tom in his post orgasm state. Hannes leaned back and smiled looking in to his eyes whilst he still slowly moved his cock in and out massaging his arse. Tom moaned as Hannes now took his cock in his hand rubbing it whilst he continued fucking. Without any control he could do nothing to stop the inevitable happening and he cried out firing his cum up in a huge spurt that landed on his chest. Hannes pulled out and leant down taking his throbbing cock in his mouth to finish him off, the chains rattled as he went deep in to an excruciating orgasm that blew his mind in one swift moment. Hannes let his cock slip out of his mouth then leaned forward and kissed him passionately, at the same time he released the ankle restraint clips from the wrist restraints freeing him. His legs quickly wrapped around Hannes's body giving him a loving squeeze as they continued kissing for several minutes. Hannes chuckled at the very happy look on Tom's face whilst he removed the ankle and wrist restraints. He had never experienced anything so thrilling like this before or even felt so turned on. Hannes laid beside him on his stomach and half over Tom kissing him softly. Tom giggled "What?" Hannes asked looking amused by him. "Nothing" Tom replied softly, "It is... Well I never expected this". Hannes kissed him softly and smiled "You certainly seemed to enjoy it" he replied. "Hmm. Strange how your body reacts in different situations" Tom said stroking his face. "I assume that was the first time for you?" Hannes asked laying his head next to Tom's. Tom nodded "Apart from Marty and his riding crop. He is one hell of a controlling man" he said. "So I hear. I keep well clear of him" Hannes replied softly kissing him again. "So are you, but in a very different way. And man can you fuck!" Tom said giggling again. Hannes kissed him a little harder and Tom leaned up "My turn now" he said smirking. Hannes chuckled and placed his hands above his head allowing Tom to put the restraints on, he worked slowly enjoying the feel of the softness of the leather restraints in his hands as he secured them around Hannes's wrists. Then running one finger down each of his arms, smiling and watching Hannes as he struggled to move his arms away in fits of laughter, his cock growing through the torturing pleasure Tom inflicted on him. Hannes clamped his legs around Tom's waist in an effort to stop his tickling onslaught. He leant forward and ran his tongue softly over each nipple causing Hannes to moan loudly arching his neck back, moving between each one licking and sucking, enticing and seducing Hannes through his nipples. He never would have thought that Tom was so accomplished in the intricacy of seduction in this manner, working all over his body he left no part untouched. Taking his time kissing every part of the body watching Hannes's cock bouncing around that he ignored. Lifting both legs he ran his tongue down the left one and back up, then sucking on his toes and repeating the same on his right leg. Pushing his legs further over Tom went down. Hannes bucked on the bed gasping in pleasure feeling his tongue flicking at his hole purposefully. His arms pushed Hannes's legs further up moving his body in to position looking down at Hannes. He stared in to his eyes pushing his cock against the skin probing and moving until he found the point of least resistance knowing his cock had found his hole, softly he applied pressure down until the head pushed open and sank in to his arse. Hannes moaned and the chains rattled yet his eyes remained focused on Tom who stared down with a smile that disarmed him completely. Happily he relented taking a deep breath that Tom responded to pushing his cock fully inside. Tom exhaled a pleasured groan gently thrusting into Hannes, for once he had a sexual partner who switched and didn't completely want to dominate him in sex. He was a natural when it came to topping, ruthless and pretty rough when it seemed right but he wasn't about to let Hannes see too much of that side of him tonight. With just the right amount of thrust of momentum he fucked slowly, occasionally leaning further forward and kissing Hannes on the mouth, then his nipples and slipping in the odd light nip that had Hannes moaning wildly. Hannes stared up in amazement at the control Tom had edging then slowing right down, pulling almost all the way out and gliding his cock back in seamlessly. On and on they went for ages until he Tom allowed himself the pleasure of his orgasm to rise and release, the chains clanked as Hannes found himself deeply impaled as Tom rode his orgasm out. Holding still with his cock deep inside until he caught his breath, then finally he pulled out and leaned back on his knees grinning down at Hannes and the slight red marks he had left all over his chest and around his nipples. Hannes cock stood proud leaking precum, clearly aroused and desperately ready to shoot again. Hannes smiled up at him and nodded to his cock "You need to sort that out!" he demanded. Tom chuckled cupping Hannes's balls "I am in charge now" he softly replied. "Just remember what you do to me you get back twice as hard" Hannes said rubbing his leg against Tom. Tom leaned forward and Hannes gasped as he took his cock in his mouth "Yeah baby work it" he moaned out. Tom deep throated him until he gagged several times, Hannes wriggled clanking the chains even more in erotic pleasure. Tom kneeled over Hannes with his knees either side of his head and pushing his cock back in to Hannes mouth, he leaned forward and opened his mouth kissing the head of his Hannes's cock. Slowly he expertly used his tongue going over the head then teased it down the shaft and taking his balls in to his mouth sucking on each one in turn. Hannes wriggled his legs, his body twisting in pleasure until it stopped. He now moved down the bed and he raised his his head watching as Tom reached for the ankle restraints, securing each one he then reached for the chains clipping each one on until he had Hannes laid sprawled out on the bed. Tom kneeled to the side of Hannes then leaned down and kissed him so tenderly that Hannes now wondered what the young guy had installed for him now the chain of command had turned. Tom smirked mischievously and straddled across his chest 'Suck my cock!" he said leaning over and pushing it in to Hannes's mouth, he eagerly devoured him. Tom moaned softly as Hannes worked his cock back to full erection before he pulled away shuffling on his knees and leaning back. Using his arse he worked Hannes's cock until it was between his arse cheeks, he moved his hips rubbing Hannes's cock between his cheeks and watching the erotic reaction on his face. His fingers danced and played with both nipples as he slowly rose higher allowing the head to find his hole, gently he moved sitting back in to upright position impaling himself of the sovereign guard's cock. Simultaneously they moaned and his hips thrusted up jabbing deep in to Tom's arse. He leaned back stopping Hannes from thrusting up and wanting to do this at his pace. Small shuffling of his hips back and forth he felt the fullness of the cock deep inside his body as he gently fucked himself, Hannes laid there moaning softly in his own erotic world looking up at Tom and letting him do the work. As soon as Hannes made a sound like he was nearing orgasm Tom stopped and teasingly waited before starting again. The scene played out over and over for nearly an hour, edging Hannes numerous times who now complained desperate to be brought to orgasm. Tom was in control and he was loving every minute, each time he got Hannes to the edge and playfully teased him until he felt it was time. He began the usual cycle of massaging his cock with his arse then moved to more elongated movements, Hannes moaned and his mouth stayed open as their eyes connected again. Tom could see and feel every moment of pleasure in Hannes's body and he could tell he was getting close 'You want to take me' Tom asked in his soft teasing voice, Hannes raised his head and laughed flopping it back on the bed. This time he wasn't going to allow Tom to stop, using all his power his thrusted up rapidly and cried out releasing his load catching Tom off guard for a split second. Tom ground his arse back forcing the cock deeper in to his body then rotating his hips for good measure, it lasted for several minutes as they both revelled in their sexual frivolity, enjoying the feeling of each other until Tom fell forward kissing him hard. With Hannes released they laid beside each other with mutual sexual satisfaction, touching each other and kissing. He invited Tom to stay the rest of the night, setting his alarm so that Tom wouldn't be late for work. It took a while for them to both fall asleep, mostly Tom whose body and senses had been put through an incredible experience. Hannes moved Tom around on his side and cuddled up next to him wrapping his arms around the young body, blissfully they both slept without moving until the alarm went off. Alex rolled over and his arm slipped around Max nudging closer to him. For them both they were waking up in to a new world. The local and international papers around the world had published pictures of Prince Alexander and Max Westwood-Lymm, headlines calling them as the sexiest and most adorable couple in the royal world. This morning the palace PR team were watching social media and specifically Prince Alexander's account which had gone from 1.5 million followers to 9 million in a matter of hours and was still climbing. They were also fielding invitations and requests for the prince and his boyfriend like never before and they were being swamped unable to keep up. Tom had crept back to his room in the Regency suite with twenty minutes to get ready. Showered and dressed he fetched coffees for everyone, feeling and looking shattered yet he was still full of beans as he strolled in loudly waking Alex and Max up. "Good morning your royal highness, sir" Tom said bowing. "What happened to you last night?" Max asked leaning up in bed. Alex sat up looking at him "What or who ever it was it kept you up by the looks of it" he said smirking. Tom poked his tongue out "Artem is fetching the papers" he said tactfully changing the subject. Alex and Max looked at each and laughed as Artem walked in, bowed then handed them several newspapers announcing that they were out to the world now. Alex looked at Max trying to gauge his reaction, he laid there seemingly taking it all in his stride. He read through some of the articles pointing out the queen and the rave reviews of her dress that was stated as bold and daring yet elegantly designed by Joshua Franks. Alex chuckled reading aloud the article he had found 'Prince Alexander made his official birthday appearance in Victoria after his attending congressional government. No one expected the prince to have his love interest by his side that quickly caught many people off guard. The palace press office has confirmed that Max Westwood-Lymm has already moved in to the palace after they met in Mauritius last year. The prince, whose private life became high profile and under speculation around who he was dating, has been showered with support and love for his decision to be open about his sexuality. The prince and Max are already proving to be big news around the world'. Max chuckled and laid back down with the papers resting on his lap, in many ways he knew this was coming and had mentally prepared himself. Yet as he laid there he thought back to the appearance with Alex meeting the public for the first time, the feeling of excitement and anticipation venturing in to the unknown, yet all he got from the people was a showering of affection and best wishes that showed Alex was indeed a much loved prince in his country. "Well that is it then" Max said eventually said as he stared up at the ceiling. Alex rolled on to his side "No going back now" he said softly staring at Max. Max pushed the papers on the floor and faced Alex "Everything will change now I guess" he said. Alex ran a finger across his lips "I love you Max and that is all that counts" his words full of emotion. "And I love you Prince Alexander" Max replied wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him. The next few days were emotional with Max's family and Gareth leaving. The only one who didn't leave was Sam, he had been begged and pleaded with by Prince Alden to stay on a few more days until the following weekend. His parents agreed with a little reluctance, but they could see how much Sam had changed coming out of his teenage shell and being more human. In the space of a few weeks he had found a friend in Franco and Prince Alden. Gareth had spent much of the morning letting Tom pack his bag whilst he watched him diligently, there had been nothing since that flirting episode. He was not fooled though and could feel the tension in the air that Tom was keen on him but almost too scared to act on it. As far as Tom was concerned Gareth was going and that was that, Tom was probably the only one who didn't know about Gareth's new job and he would be returning every weekend to start taking over the reigns of the palace grounds and begin moving in to Sovereign Row, March would be when he took up residence permanently. Alex and Max made a few discreet visits to Dunbar House that was to be used by Max's family, who in turn were grateful at Alex's generosity allowing them to use it as a second home. Asa painted the first official portrait of Alex and Max together and some rather sketchy drawings that were hung in bedroom for their eyes only so to speak. Asa was now spending more time in Nick's apartment, Alden had given Asa a room to use as a studio during his trips. He would paint or sketch when Nick was on duty protecting Alden on engagements or he would return to his loft in London. His paintings were getting noticed and started selling at a higher price since word got out that he had painted the official royal portrait of Prince Alexander. Whilst in Monrovia he was creating a portfolio of work with the dowager queen and Max for the royal academy, he was also invited to teach art to students as charitable work being part of the academy. Alex did some public engagements whilst Max worked and he was constantly being asked about his love interest and why he hadn't brought him along. Alex would laugh telling them that Max had a job to do yet he could see that more and more people were wanting and hoping to see them both together. Alex and Max had a dinner invite at the hotel in the plaza with the Royal Institute of Technology and Science board. The hotel was hastily preparing for the royal visitors and news was getting around that the Prince and Max would be attending. Max still got nervous leading up to these event especially when Tom pinned the purple ribbon and gold brooch of the royal crest on his chest pocket as a reminder of who he was and where his life was heading. There were moments when he had to pinch himself to believe it was real, living in a palace, his boyfriend a prince and his parents king and queen. His afternoon has been spent with the dowager queen for one of his etiquette lessons, this one was in dining as he was eating out for the first time and all eyes would be on the prince and himself. By the time Tom finished dressing Max he stepped back a nodded his approval causing Max to laugh, there was always a little flirting that went on between them and Alex would stand and watch grinning whilst Artem dressed him. Liam and Franco walked ahead of them until they reached the front entrance to the palace where the footmen took over leading them to the royal car. Max noticed the sovereign guard to his left was the same one from the snowball fight and gave him a smile as he walked past. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly trying to retain his seriousness but he gave up giving a cheeky wink to Max. Liam and Franco both acknowledged Hannes and watched as the footmen opened the doors to the royal car. Outside the hotel the crowd was the largest they had seen for many years, when you took in to account that seeing the royal family was quite common place in Monrovia, the expectation of Prince Alexander and Max being seen out together was exciting the locals and tourists alike. Even TV crews had appeared getting wind of the evenings attendance. The ride was short and the royal car approached the doors dead on 7pm, Liam and Franco exited the car and stood by the doors as Prince Alexander exited to screams and cheers, he waved acknowledging the crowd then turned to wait for Max who was now exiting the car to his own set of cheers and cries of his name. His natural reaction would have been to cover his eyes from the flashes surrounding him, instead he held his hand out to a smiling Alex who eagerly took it. Their action caused more cheers and more rapid flashes, they stood for a moment then turned to face the other side of the entrance to give the crowds what they had come to see then slowly they walked inside the hotel towards the Plaza room where the evenings reception was taking place. It was a walk that felt embarrassing as people bowed and curtsied mostly due to him being with the prince, a far cry from the last time he was in the hotel where he was just a nobody blending in with all the other guests. After their return to the palace Alex had gone to shower and Artem was tidying up the dressing room and helping Max undress. "You looking forward to LA Artem?" Max asked, "It is a great city and we should do some sightseeing". Artem nodded "I guess" he replied like he didn't care one way or another. Max stopped him undressing "What is it?" he asked. "Well... You know about Felipe I assume?" Artem asked looking at him and Max nodded. Artem then shrugged "I don't care for him much, I find him creepy always wanting to meet Alex". "You jealous?" Max asked chuckling but the look Artem threw told him he was not, "We can do our own thing". "Between us, if I had the choice I would just send Tom but he is not experienced enough" Artem replied. It was a conversation that Max had never expected to turn like that and he assured Artem that what they talked about goes no further. But if he had any doubts about him he must tell Liam. Several days later Asa had returned to London to get his paintings ready to show the dowager queen. David had insisted Asa use gallery 3 in the Whiteguards gallery. Max and the dowager queen timed their visit to coincide with Sam's schedule return home so they could travel together and make sure his brother was deposited back to the family home safely. Franco happily sat with Sam on the flight who seemed to be getting quite use to travelling like a royal. Max sat with the dowager queen and her two protection officers Sylvia and Bruno, her lady in attendance Erin, her butler George and finally Tom who was looking after Max and on his first royal visit outside of Monrovia. At best Max thought they would be staying in a posh hotel in London or the embassy, he was quickly reminded who he was travelling with when Franco told him they were guests of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and would be staying at Buckingham Palace. Max was on edge for the whole flight despite the dowager queen reassuring him to follow the same protocol he did with Alex's parents. How he wished he had Alex by his side right now he thought as the sovereign royal flight arrived at the VIP terminal at Heathrow. He was out of his depth, or so he thought, the dowager queen was proper royalty where he was only on the doorstep so to speak. It was all a blur as they were whisked through the private terminal and on their way to the palace, so many times he had walked past the front gates and today he was actually going through them, under the palace and in to the private courtyard entrance. Taken to his room overlooking the gardens Tom was bustling around with a footman from the palace unpacking and Tom getting Max ready to meet the queen and lunch. Max watched as the queen and dowager queen chatted like old school friends to the point of gossiping and laughing. He was made to feel very welcome during lunch then all three of them wandered through the palace on a tour of the classic master pieces adorning the walls of the palace. Max really was surprised at her vast knowledge of the art in her collection and they soon found a common interest. At least this was a low key visit meaning no state banquet that evening, so Max, Franco and Tom met up with Sam and they went out for dinner whilst the dowager queen spent the evening with the British royal family. They made it through the dinner and Max was only recognised just as they were about to leave and politely he stood having his picture taken before Franco stepped in moving him on towards their car. Franco was still learning about Max and they were beginning to have their own language of looks indicating when he was bored or when Franco felt unsure. The following day was the showing at the art gallery where David was overjoyed to see Max and talked about his new role whilst the dowager queen and Asa went around looking at his work. Max was keen to keep his relationship with David alive knowing they could continue working together in his new role. That evening he was to attend a gala cocktail party being held in the National Portrait Gallery by British Heritage with the Monrovian Ambassador, a full red carpet royal event where Max was to accompany the dowager queen as the VIP guests. Unknown to him it was specifically planned by the dowager and ambassador to put Max through his paces at an official royal event of this nature, the real strings though were being pulled from the Balenciaga Palace. Whilst it was in theory a low key event it had been played up by the palace, the purpose was not to see him fail but to watch and guide where needed. Perfectly dressed in his Joshua Franks suit with his purple ribbon attached he sat next to the dowager queen who wore a green satin dress, white satin elbow length gloves and a tiara with emeralds and diamonds. It was only now that Max realised it was the first time he had seen the dowager properly royaled up in this way and she looked stunning in her own right. In his head he was going over the routine for their arrival where we was to exist first, then George would help her out of the car and she would take Max's arm as they walked up the red carpet to the entrance. The car with their police riders in front and behind turned on to Trafalgar Square that was still busy with tourists, crowds had gathered outside the gallery brought there by the waiting press and red carpet. Guests had been arriving in their droves for the last hour, the rich and famous that supported the arts were all in attendance this evening including David and Asa who was properly attired. "Wow there is a lot of people here" Max said looking slightly stunned by all the photographers. The dowager smiled "Indeed, but not as many as the people you met with Alex in the plaza" she said. Max turned to her "True" he said sitting back waiting for Franco to open the door. Max stepped out of the car and took a few steps forward to allow George to help the dowager queen, already he was being photographed and his name being called out to look this way and that. He was focused on what he was to do and waited until the dowager stepped by his side, his arm raised and she slipped her arm inside resting her hand on his as they walked along the red carpet. Deliberately at a slow pace she walked turning to smile at the photographers and crowd 'Photo call Max' she quietly said coming to a stop and turning Max and herself this way then that so that they could get proper photos of them both. Max glanced behind him and saw Franco, George and Sylvia which gave him some comfort knowing his protection officer was there. Inside the ambassador stepped forward and bowed 'Your majesty' he said kissing her gloved hand, then he turned to Max and bowed 'Sir' he said shaking Max's hand. They where then introduced to a line of selected VIP's, each one bowed to Max as he met them. With all the introductions finally over with Franco appeared with a glass of champagne for Max who looked like he needed something to clam his nerves 'Nice job Max' he quietly said as Asa came bounding over with David, both appearing to be quite in their element mixing with all the famous and wealthy. David plugging his gallery and Asa the artist to anyone who showed interest, the dowager was also doing the rounds talking Asa up and dropping in the Whiteguards gallery where they could see some of his work. She was also allowing Max to take a lead chatting to art experts, and as suspected Max could and was charming the pants off them, he really did know his stuff and listened intently whilst mentally noting down the people of influence in the room. The night was a success and the ambassador was on the phone updating the palace as soon as the dowager and Max left. Despite this being a short three day trip and having Tom and Franco by his side he missed Alex big time, Tom was quietly distracted often dropping the question if Max was going to see Gareth at any time. He was no fool and could sense that Tom was disappointed packing that morning to head back to Monrovia. Max stood at the window looking out over the gardens "Do you like him?" he asked. Tom stopped and looked over at him "Who?" he replied looking slight confused. "Gareth" Max said turning to face him, "You ask about him a lot" he added walking across to Tom. Tom shrugged and continued packing "Don't really know him that well" he replied. Max chuckled and sat on the bed "That is not what I asked Tom" he said softly. Tom grinned folding up a shirt "I suppose. I mean he is sexy and very sassy with his confidence". "You know he will be moving to the palace in a few months" Max added. Tom stopped and looked at him "Why?" he asked, "Is he working for you?". "No. The king offered him the head groundsman job at the palace" Max informed him. "I see" Tom said and instantly Max noticed a change in him, "Can you put a word in for me?" he asked. Max chuckled shaking his head "No. If you like him then you need to tell him". Tom closed the suitcase "Don't get your hopes up for anything romantic with him" Max now said. Tom laughed "He hasn't been with me yet. I can change that" he said confidently. "I am sure you can, you are his type" Max replied standing up, "Right now though I want Alex". Tom picked the suit case up "Sure you don't want me to sort you out?" he cheekily asked. Max looked at him cocking his head to one side "Me having sex with my valet!" he replied. Tom shrugged "Alex did with Jackson. And I know he would with Artem but he is straight" he said. Max smiled and walked over then kissed him on the cheek "If Alex says so then maybe" he replied. "Text him and ask" Tom said picking up the suit carrier, "I bet you he will say yes". There was a knock at the door and Franco walked in "Cars ready sir" he said bowing his head. Max nodded "Do you have to keep doing that" he complained half joking. Tom laughed and looked at Franco "He is missing Alex and desperate for sex" he said taking the cases out. Franco watched Max walking to the door "If you need cock you only have to ask" Franco said quietly. Max stopped slightly gobsmacked "Are you gay then?" he asked, "Only you are very quiet on that front". Franco smirked "No" he replied shrugging, "Blow job is a blow job whoever does it" he said chuckling. Max scratched his head as Franco bowed indicating for him to go ahead. He remembered back to the day he met Franco being wrestled to the ground at the Christmas party and seeing his body. Giggling away to himself quietly he was slightly confused and unsure if Franco actually meant it or was joking, right now though he wasn't going to entertain the idea even though he felt some sexual attraction to Franco. They met up with the dowager queen and said their farewells to the queen and her family before getting in their car and the flight back to Monrovia. Arriving back at the palace Tom was last up the steps to the palace noticing Hannes was on duty, quite deliberately he walked to the side closest to him. As he slowly walked closer he nodded to the sovereign guard to his right then turned to Hannes on his left and nodded with a smile 'Tonight, 8pm' Hannes softly muttered trying not to move his mouth, Tom nodded his head again and walked inside smiling as the doors closed behind him. That night in bed Max told Alex about the strange conversation he had with Tom and Franco, Alex didn't even bat an eyelid or seemed surprised. He was only interested in finding out if Max would with Tom or wanted to, after all Max knew that Tom wanted Alex. Max made it clear that it the situation did present itself they felt comfortable then it could happen. Importantly Alex reminded Max that knowing his protection officer inside and out was key to them both. Max turned his head to Alex "This palace is like a sex club!" he exclaimed then laughed. Alex rolled over and kissed him "Talking of which..." he hinted. Max wrestled Alex on to his stomach and slipped on top pushing his cock inside his prince.

Part 3 of my trip to California As I hit the poppers I didn't realize that I hit a button on the remote for the fucking machine and when I did it made the machine go slightly faster. I didn't realize it til after I had hit the bottle of poppers and looked up at the monitor and saw that when the machine would pull the dildo back how faster it went and when it came forward I could feel that the machine was putting a little more pressure and as it went forward it would also push against my hole causing the sling to go back a little bit and after a few times of that doing it I started to feel the head of the dildo start to open and stretch my hole as it finally started to enter me and when it did I was so horny that I took a couple big hits from the poppers and when the sling would move forward I slowly let my breath go as the head went in more and I picked up the remote and hit the button again and started to moan as the dildo came out and went right back in I couldn't believe how good it felt. I put the poppers and remote beside me and took my free hand and put it over my head and grabbed the chains and when I felt the sling go back a little bit then start to go forward I would pull on the chains to make the sling move a little faster and when I did I let this loud moan out as the dildo would slide in more making me feel my hole opening and stretching I would occasionally hold the sling in 1 spot so when the dildo came forward it wouldn't have that far to go and it would push in my hole and I would feel every stroke as it would hit resistance but feeling that resistance made me mire hornier. One time I held the sling back so I could feel the head of the dildo slightly touch my hole and grabbed the poppers and took 4 big hits holding the last one in I didn't look but I hit the button on the remote and I let the chains of the sling go and as it moved forward my whole lower half of my body jumped and shook as the sling moved forward because when I hit the button on the remote it went a little faster than I excepted and when the head of the dildo touched my hole and because of how quick the sling moved forward and meeting at the right time and letting go of my breath the dildo had slide completely in my hole as it started to fuck my hole and all I could do was moan and grabbed the chains. Then I heard some yelling as I would find out later the yells were from the guys watching the dildo fucking my hole. After a good 10 minutes and me shooting cum 2 times on my chest and neck I hears the door open and Shawn came in and shut the door he walked over and stopped the machine and went to the table and was messing around with his black bag. I was still feeling the first point and was hoping he was going to give me another one so quick. But when he got close I didn't see no needle or anything he had a tub of lube so I figured that is what he grabbed. He asked how I was feeling and all I could muster was oh my god that felt great. He said well we are going to do ours soon then when we do we will be coming back and have fun with you or you have fun with us then he walked behind me and grabbed me from my under arms and pulled me back and when did my head ended up hanging off the sling and he took his cock held it right over my mouth and said but I can't wait til then and I quick movement he pushed the head of his cock in mouth and started to fuck it. I thought for sure I was going to gag but I didn't and each time he would push down I could feel my throat opening and stretching as he continue to fuck my mouth and throat he leaned forward and started to put 2 fingers in my hole and when he did I would start my hole start to burn a little bit then he would slide his fingers out but then right back in and each time he did that my hole would feel like it was burning and I would get more hornier as I started to moan as his cock would go deeper and deeper. I was shocked when I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Then he stopped fucking my mouth but left the head of his cock at the back of my throat as I felt him start rubbing my hole as he reached behind me and freed my other hand and grabbed both of my hands and brought them down towards my ass and told me to pull my ass cheeks apart and when I did I felt him start squinting more more in my hole then he pulled his cock out of my mouth leaving me wanting him to go down my throat he lifted me up so my head wasn't hanging and said don't worry you get this down your throat but we need to open your hole up more. What I found out later the lube they used all night on me was laced with t and that burning feel I had when his fingers were in me he was putting shards in my hole and he went to the duffle bag and after a couple minutes with his back towards me and my hands still down by my ass I couldn't see what he was doing til he moved away and moved the machine towards me I had what he was doing the dildo on the machine wasn't as big as the 1st one but it definitely was much thicker. I had seen the head on it and said there's no way I can take that he said oh you will just relax and hit the poppers and remember reach down and spread those checks as he grabbed the remote and turned on the machine and put the remote on the table and said well be watching and when he turned the machine on I jumped as the machine wasn't set on low it was actually the same where I had it so the head would move back and forth a little to fast that I could hold the poppers and spread my ass checks so when I let my ass cheeks go to hit the poppers I would feel the head of the dildo pushing really hard on my hole and once I hit the poppers and pulled my cheeks I would feel the head of the dildo pushing and my hole slowly start to open and stretch around the head. One time I was so horny and high without thinking when I would feel my hole slightly open and stretch around the head I took a deep breath and as I let it go I pushed forward as hard as I could and then I thought I had broke the machine as I felt the entire head go in my hole as I jumped causing me to squeeze my asshole and the machine started to shake as the dildo was trying to pull back but it couldn't as my ass tightened up and when I let it loose the dildo slide right out but I didn't have time to catch my breath as the head went right back in and before I knew it I was moving my hips back and forth as the dildo was not only fucking me but stretching my hole for the 5 guys who had just walked back in the room. Part 4 coming in 2 days hope you enjoy this series so far

Got to a sauna for the first time since the pandemic at the weekend and it was ace. Only got around 3 loads in me but got a lot of cock. There was a moment though where I nearly lost my temper with someone, I was riding the most beautiful guy's dick and trying to get him close while a crowd watched, when an elderly guy comes over and starts awkwardly trying to suck my limp dick despite it REALLY not being the angle for it. I gently pushed him away as I don't like getting sucked but he was having none of it and kept coming back and trying again so I pushed him away again saying "I don't like that" and cupped my cock to stop him, then he tries sucking my nipples and I had to stop myself from snapping at him, my attention was supposed to be on getting a good groove to milk the dick inside me and I just totally lost the vibe. What do you do in these situations? Should you just stop riding, break the mood and tell them to fuck off or is it just an accepted downside to letting a crowd be involved? Should I wear a cock cage or something next time just to make the message clear?

Didn't meet anyone from here. But was a fun night. Got 12 loads.

Yes I do... Love a shaved smooth hole... My smooth hole gets really wet n slick to take that raw cock easy

Like @YourNoLimitsBottom, I'm always in the mood for sex. (And I'm assuming this thread is about sex with another person and not masturbation.) And I'm definitely not going to cry if I don't get it! And I live in a big city. If I could've modified the answers, I would've selected, "I'm always horny and amenable to sex." I have a number of hobbies that require my full focus. And when I'm involved with any of those hobbies (which could be days or weeks at a time), I'm not actively looking for sex. But if someone hit me up and said, "Let's fuck!" I more than likely wouldn't turn him down! Even when I setup a sex session and the bottom flakes for whatever reason, I don't usually get upset. Cause I can turn my attention back to whichever one of my hobbies I'm currently involved with. And at the end of the day, I jerk off most nights before going to sleep if I haven't had sex with some guy during the day. So I still get that release. And without what can sometimes seem like an effort....

I hate my hairy body but guys all seem to love it

There is plenty there to see. Nothing like Lycra gripping your cock and rubbing along it as you move trying not to cum

I wouldn't say it's a universal favourite...though it's turned out to be a more common fetish than I initially thought. I've definitely had instances where I've put it out there to potential partners, only to have them decline that offer. I like to have a guy piss in my mouth. Depending on the taste, i'll decide whether or not to drink it. I'm not expecting it to taste fantastic; it is piss after all. But if a guy's stream is totally rancid, I'm going to spit it out and just have him piss on my chest instead.

Well, thanks .... if I could still blush, I'd at least try .... but it's years too late at this point. Still, you understand how magnetic, how irresistible the urge is, so crucial to our well-being fresh Hole is; how important it is to Breed often. I'd go taggin Holes with you any time ....

I agree with both of these replies. I don't think of my sexual needs as an addiction, I think of them as an important part of my life, but only a part. I think of addiction as something that controls us, and I simply refuse to be controlled by any "thing". I control myself, and take care to satisfy all the facets of my life. I think that if we surrender our lives to X - whatever that is - we can lose control of our lives, and I don't want that for myself. Sure - by midweek I'm half-hard most of the time, and very much ready to feed my sexual Lusts again. But Breeding Holes is not an addiction; it's merely a choice. I choose to use my Cock on every Hole I run across at specific times; i.e. weekends. I never miss an appointment because I couldn't help myself having sex instead. To the Bible waving hatemongers, I suggest those folks learn to love themselves, instead of hating others. I pour nothing but scorn upon those poor folks who discard their humanity in favor of some silly, pie-in-the-sky contrivance. These are pitiful creatures, who have been fooled into believing in hatred of "the other", rather than the Message of the one they say they follow. Merely humanoids to be pitied from afar. It reminds me (as a Northerner for most of my life) of a nest of baby robins. The mother flies away, eats worms, partially digests them, then flies back to the nest to find half a dozen tiny heads, mouths wide open, squawking for the mother to puke some of the worm crud down their throats. When one of the baby robins doesn't holler loud enough, it gets skipped, and eventually dies. Congregants in a church remind me of that every single time I encountered the sad sight.

Thanks backpackguy. As much as I planned Weeble’s trauma, it still took a lot to actually write it and I put it off all week. Personally, I have a special place in my heart for the smaller guys, my husband is also 5’5” and just as happy and determined as Weeble. Back then, he had no meat on him at all. He’s told me stories of when he was in the Army and the guys in his unit were heroes in his eyes but what that really says to me was how he didn’t feel like he was really one of them, a hero himself. He was always looking up at them. When he reconnected with many of them 20 something years later, it was a huge surprise to him that they considered him like a brother, as an equal. The overnight change in him and his confidence because of that one realization was amazing to see. He loved his time in the Army, and when he got booted it really crushed him. It seemed to me like getting booted reinforced his belief that he didn’t belong there. Now I have to put Weeble back together. Which will be a far more enjoyable task.

Which is what I prefer, too. But it doesn't always happen that way. I just had a hot man over who came straight from visiting his parents and he couldn't do a clean out there. I live a distance from bigger (gayer) cities. If they are driving in to me for over an hour, I want to have things on hand--even if they did the clean out at home. I also do long fisting sessions--so a touch up is sometimes in order.

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

I had been going through a dry spell for several weeks. Every guy who hit me up online was unable to host, and my parents had just moved in with me so I could help my mother care for my ailing father. At last, some luck. A message popped up on Grindr. I opened it to find a pic of one of the most amazing cocks I had ever seen. About 9 inches cut, thick, a little veiny. Gorgeous. I wasted no time in replying to the sender. Turned out he was visiting on business - and had a hotel room he wanted to put to good use. We exchanged a few more emails and then he invited me to join him in his room. Excitedly I jumped in the shower and cleaned out (my parents have their own private bathroom so I didn't have to disconnect my shower wand attachment). I tucked a small bottle of lube and my little brown bottle in my pocket and, making some feeble excuse about needing to run out, grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The drive across town to the hotel was not long, but it seemed to take forever. I felt myself becoming increasingly horny the closer I got. I just had to feel that cock sliding into me, stretching my sphincter. Pulling into the parking lot, I found a spot near the entrance and messaged that I had arrived. I took a quick hit from my little brown bottle as I waited for his response. I didn't have to wait long. "610," he wrote. I jumped out of my car and headed for the hotel entrance. I hurried past the front desk, absently nodding at the clerk who acknowledged me as I walked in. An elevator was waiting; I got in and pressed "6," and as soon as the doors closed I took another huff. Why was I so nervous? The elevator glided quickly to a stop at the 6th floor. I stepped out and Room 610 was directly across from the elevator. I took another huff as I approached the door, then knocked softly. It opened to reveal a darkened room lit only by a sliver of light from the bathroom. My host stood behind the door as I entered, and I noticed that he was already naked - and the silhouette of his cock told me he was already hard as a rock. "Strip and get on the bed," he ordered. "Lay down on your stomach." I shed my shoes and clothes and did as told. I climbed onto the tall, soft bed and positioned myself in the middle, on my stomach, with just my feet hanging over the end of the mattress. It didn't take long before I felt the bed move as he climbed on as well. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole, rubbing it in with a finger that he then slipped inside me. I squeezed my pucker around the digit to show him what he was in for. He must have liked it - he quickly withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, flicking and darting and penetrating my hole. The waves of pleasure ran through me like little electric shocks. He pulled back, spit on it again, then went back to his lingual assault. He did this a few more times, letting his saliva run down my crack and balls and onto the bed. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt him pull away and then slide his body up mine, his chest hair gliding along my back as he did. Anticipating what was coming, I took a few mighty huffs from my little brown bottle as I felt his breath on my neck. His huge cock was nestled in the valley between my thighs. He spit on his hand and I felt him reach down and position the tip at my now-glistening back door. He hadn't stopped to put on a condom, nor had we discussed condom use before we met. That was just the way I liked it - anonymous and raw. He slid inside me with relative ease, having opened me so well with his tongue. In no time he was in me balls-deep, and I felt the pressure as he squeezed past my second hole. He stayed motionless for a moment to allow my hole to adjust, then slowly began moving his hips up and down and sliding that amazing cock in and out of me. My hole felt stretched and full in the best way possible as he picked up the pace, taking advantage as he felt me relax beneath him. My brown bottle made a few more trips to my nose as he pounded me harder and harder. My head swam with the combination of poppers and endorphins. Then on one of his downward thrusts, he stopped. No explanation, the pounding just stopped! His cock was lodged firmly in my hole, balls-deep. "I'm getting close to cumming," he said. "Before I do, you should know I'm poz. And I'm not on meds." In a fog, my brain tried to compute what he had just said. Try as I might to think logically, the only thought that made any sense was that I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to finish, and I wanted my reward - to feel him pumping his load deep in my guts. Did I care that his load was poz? I finally gave up trying to figure it out. "Keep going," I said after a moment's hesitation. "I want you to cum deep in me. Breed me!" That was all the encouragement he needed. Without another word, the pounding resumed. I took another huff, grateful that the momentary pause seemed to have helped him last longer. After a few more minutes he let out a loud gasp. The pounding stopped and I felt his cock pulsing as he pumped his load deep in my guts - just like I had asked. Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the bed. I felt his cock begin to soften inside me, but he made no move to pull out. We stayed in a sweaty tangle for about five minutes, presumably as he regained his strength. At last, he slid off me, and I felt his now limp cock slide out of my hole. As it did it left a trail of cum that dribbled down my balls to mix with the saliva on the sheet beneath me. Before I could get up, he had maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the pillows, his cock positioned in front of my mouth. "Clean me off," he ordered. I was only too happy to! I took his shaft in my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum and ass. I then ran my tongue along the base of his shaft, cleaning the saliva and cum and ass juices from his balls. Satisfied, he got up. "Get dressed." I slid off the bed, steadying myself as my legs threatened to collapse under me. I sat on the edge of the bed to slide my pants on, then pulled my shirt on and stuck my feet in my shoes. Grabbing my brown bottle, I headed for the door. He didn't follow. "I'm here tomorrow night if you want a repeat," he said as I opened the door. My head was still a bit foggy so I didn't respond. Instead I let the door close behind me and headed for the elevator. Back in my car, I checked my phone. He had messaged me on Grindr: "I meant what I said. 7 pm." Without hesitating, I responded. "I'll be there."

Part 2 　 I awoke Saturday morning nicely refreshed from a good nights sleep. It was a nice day, so I decided to sit outside on the porch and drink my morning coffee. As I was sitting there enjoying the wonderful sun, I heard the door of the otherside of the duplex open. I turned to look over there and Hank and Tom walked out, also drinking coffee. When they saw me, they both waved and went down the steps and came over to my side. I asked them to have a seat. We all sat around for a while then drinking coffee and chatting, again, about nothing in particular. Then Hank told me, "I guess you know now that I am gay and so is Tom?" I told him I had kind of guessed it, but did not add that I had heard them last night. Hank asked, "That doesn't change anything with you does it?" I told him it didn't mean a thing to me at all, it was his business. He kind of looked relieved and said, "That is great, so many think badly of it." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "it was no big deal, I was always curious as to why guys and gals were like that, but it really wasn't any of my business to judge." He smiled and thought that was a good way to be and if I had any questions to just ask and he would try to answer them as best as he could. Our talk turned to other things then, the weather, work and so forth, nothing much just passing the time. Then Hank and Tom got up and went back inside Hank's place. I got up and went in to tidy up and do my dishes. Then up to my bedroom to make the bed up and maybe take a shower. I heard noises again and again, I leaned towards the wall to listen. It seemed Hank and Tom were back at it again as I could hear the moans of pleasure again. Both seemed to like a lot of talk during also. Could hear them telling each other how great they felt. Hank telling Tom how great it felt being deep inside him and Tom saying how great it felt having his hole pounded deep and hard.