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Got a good session at the local park the other day, was cutting through mid afternoon and took a bit of a circuit …thought it would be a bit early for any serious fun and spotted a tradie lad …thought he was pissing against a tree till I saw an old bloke sucking his knob …they must have heard me walking through the bracken coz the lad looks round and the old bloke was on his feet and running off before I even had a chance to join in. The lad was 20s and fit ish ..some tats and a really white cock and arse (mega tan lines and sunburn) He’s trying to put his cock away but im like giving him a grin and he stops and nods down at it …im on my knees and sucking his wet cock getting my tongue under his forskin (love a foreskin) …he’s got a nice hairy arse and crack and im working my fingers against his taint and up towards his hole …he tastes ace and smells of fresh sweat and lynx His cock is rock hard in my mouth and im rubbing his hole with a wet finger He’s like “want me to shoot in ya gob mate or want to fuck?” Yeah im up for a fuck …”ok mate but not here though” (bit disappointed bout that) …”vans just over there” …nodding to the little road …(better 😉 ) We get to his van and get in the back …its well hot ..im already sweaty …but there’s room and the floor is padded Hes on his back pants off cock hard and im sucking and get back to fingering him …he pulls some lube and said want to fuck me ? …Im usually a bottom but Im already wanking and wet my cock seems to want to …so sure He gets on all fours and I can’t help but eat him for a bit while wanking him …he’s making some well interested noises …till he’s “mate please fuck me” …I line up and wipe my pre cum on his wet hole before slowly sliding in bb…fuck mate u in me bare ? Duh! He’s red-hot inside tight and slick. Yeah mate ….cool he said …I fucked him for several min getting deep as he relaxed in to it …then told him I was going to cum in him and he was fucking loving it Shot a big load deep in him then got him on his back and sucked his load out of him while fingering his cummy hole Prob took us longer to find our pants and trousers in the back of the van that it took to blow our loads …got out the van covered in sweat looked like id been dunked in the pond anyone that saw us must have know we’ed been fucking Cool 😜

PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

We chatted for about three weeks on bbrts before actually meeting for the first time. He had photos on the site and had sent more when I'd asked but, he was much better looking in the flesh. 20 years old, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, which looked completely unblemished from the little on show. Almost six feet tall with a slim, fit body. His short dark brown hair was expensively cut and combed away from his very good looking young face. We'd already discussed at length what he wanted but I wanted to meet him in person. Firstly to make sure he was genuine and not just another flake who wanks himself off while fantasising and to make sure he knew what he was really getting into. The coffee shop where we'd made arrangements to meet was fairly large and spacious. It was almost three in the afternoon so the lunch crowd had long gone. There was only an elderly couple and a small group of young mums killing time before the school pick up. Dave was a little nervous I could tell. He kept looking away to make sure no one was approaching or listening in to our conversation. Had we not met for the reason intended he was the sort of young guy I would look at and imagine what he looked like naked, think I'd like to have sex with but, know I wouldn't stand a chance with in normal circumstances. Why would a twenty year old kid even notice a fifty year old greying, bespectacled guy who was past his best physically. But, these weren't normal circumstances. We'd met to discuss me breeding him. His overwhelming desire, so he told me for me to fertilize him, impregnate him, knowingly infect him, poz him. I had known these desires myself. They had been so strong and dominated me for so long, that I to had gone in search of someone to give me their infected seed. I remember my conversion so vividly. My desire, fear, apprehension. The guys face, his eyes, seemingly, staring into my very soul. The sweat dripping off his fat reddened face and his fat stinking body as he plowed my arse with his large cut cock. I remember the pain and how sore my hole was as he rammed himself into me without any lubricant. He fucked me hard for at least forty minutes. His cock tearing at the soft internal flesh and large balls slapping on my arse. As painful as it was I never asked him to stop or slow down as I wanted his toxic sperm so badly. I didn't think he would ever manage to cum but eventually he began grunting, his eyes wild looking and his face even redder. I closed my eyes and had a mental image of his cock sliding inside me back and forth, in and out. Suddenly he shouted 'Yes' and thrust himself into me hard and deep, up to the hilt. I could feel his body convulsing, his cock pumping his seed into me. In my mind's eye I could see his cock, now deeper than before inside me, pumping a large creamy stream of thick positive cum up inside me. I could see individual sperm swimming, looking to fertilize me, make me pregnant. Suddenly my breeder collapsed on top of me. We were both sweating profusely. He stank but I loved the smell. His tongue found my mouth. His breath smelt as well and loved that to. I wanted to remember every detail of this fuck. I knew it had changed my life forever. As I sat at the table looking at this handsome young man, remembering my own conversion, I knew I would change his life forever to. I could feel my cock begining to swell in anticipation. I wanted to take him, fuck him and give him my babies. **To be continued**

Was horny as fuck last night. Got on to Grindr and hit up a bottom not too far away. He was younger and horny like me. We got chatting and arranged for him to be waiting for me ass up on his bed. I was about to head off when he asked if I'd wear a rubber. I said "No" He then asked if I'd pull out of his ass before I shot my load. Again I refused and told him I wanted to breed him. With that he said "I don't think that works for me" and we ended the chat. About an hour later I hadn't found anything and the first guy hit me up - he musta been well horny, he said "ok, you can fuck me raw and cum in me" I agreed and headed over to his place. True to his word he was on all 4s, ass up on his bed. Stocky hairy cub with a beaut ass. I stood behind him, dropped my jeans, grabbed his waist and shoved my bare cock deep in his ass. I gave him loads bareback verbal as I was fucking him "your bare ass feels great, it's better raw, ain't it, I'm gunna load you deep, aww fuck, I'm, gunna cum, yeah you want this, I'm breeding ya now." I pumped my seed in him, pulled up my jeans and left. I totally loved that he submitted to my raw cock and took his breeding.

This captures a lot of feelings that I share, as per usual. I'm seeking the top breeder's pleasure and release, as that gives me strong fulfillment. My goal is to stay eager and receptive to him for as long as he needs to use me. Breeders can always tell how I'm responding to them by the amount of precum their fuck forces from my dick. A top breeder who sees the core of what you are and values and uses that as his nature tells him to is a joy. A few tops have forced me to cum before the fucking started either to take any focus on my pleasure away (I was already there), or to get my hole to be as tight as possible for them (I can do that on request). Both of those can be achieved without making me cum. As I feel a breeder's seed flowing inside me, I don't get the same feeling of deep contentment if they've made me cum. He's actually *lessened* my focus on his orgasm. That doesn't make much sense to me.

The younger the better, honestly I quash I had been younger. Fantasized about getting fucked rough, bred, and turned into a cumdump whore from the time I was in my teen years. Now that it’s happened I’m addicted and there’s no looking back 🐷

16. Jock from school fucked and bred me in a shed after school cause he saw me checking him out in gym class.

Chapter 4: Surprise Party By the third week at home, Markus was getting to be self-sufficient in many areas. Going out by himself was still a non-starter, except for the immediate area around the building, but Andrew was feeling confident overall that he was improving. The memories were filling in rapidly, but still concerned almost entirely with the earlier part of Markus’ life, when he was still living in Germany. On the Monday of the fourth week, Andrew came home from one of his semi-regular visits to his office, where he was doing his best to stay on top of the needs of clients in his brokerage. He walked in the door of the condo just in time to hear a loud groan and an unmistakable “Aw, fuck!” At once he realized that this was not a distress call but a cry of unbridled passion. He headed down the hall and stepped into the master bedroom in time to see Henrik riding up and down on top of the erect cock of Markus, and plainly loving every minute of it. Andrew realized that Henrik was even sexier than he’d thought, with a firm round muscle ass and broad shoulders tapering down to a tiny waist. No doubt the abs and pecs would be just as spectacular. Markus said, “Damn! Should have closed the door.” Henrik, though, saw things differently. “Well, don’t just stand there gaping, Andrew, get over here and join the party!” “Him? Not a chance. I’ve been trying, but he just keeps going on endlessly about professional ethics. Okay, Andrew, you can see Henrik isn’t worried about his professional ethics at all, so what’s your excuse now?” Andrew had to admit that the two looked really hot together, going at it like that. And he definitely wanted to join the party, even if Markus still hadn’t figured out who he really was. Before he’d even reached a conscious decision, he was already discarding his tie and dress shirt, kicking off his shoes, and stripping off his trousers. His tight briefs went next, and he crawled up onto the bed, putting his hands around Henrik’s back to stroke his chest and play with his nips while he rode on Markus’ big erection. Henrik groaned loudly, evidently loving the tit play, and the feel of another rigid cock stroking his buns. But then he got other ideas, and said, “Bring that cock up here, I want to suck it.” Andrew scrambled to his feet and into position, feeding his cock to Henrik, and Henrik went right to town on it, sucking like mad as he continued working up and down on the solid cock in his ass at the same time. Andrew clamped both hands on Henrik’s head, holding him tightly over his cock as Henrik sucked and spluttered. But Henrik never lost concentration on Markus either, knowing that Markus didn’t have the stamina to drive hard into him – which meant it was his job to draw that load up and out. After so many weeks, he knew it was going to be a big one. And he could tell that it was coming soon. Henrik broke free from Andrew’s grasp and cried out, “Yeah, Markus, let it go. Cream my guts. Give me that whole hot load of cum deep inside me!” With that, he speeded up his riding motions and, in about ten seconds, Markus cried out and stiffened as his cock convulsed, emptying the load of a lifetime inside Henrik’s clenching, clutching cunt. Henrik kept riding more slowly until Markus finished cumming, and then pulled off. A stream of cum started flowing out of his hole, but Henrik saw Andrew jacking himself and quickly cried out, “Don’t waste that load, Andrew. Get that dick inside me and finish yourself off there!” Andrew pushed Henrik down onto the bed, and rolled him onto his face, then mounted him. Henrik emitted a squeal as Andrew plunged deep inside his hole in one long, hard stroke, then began pounding. As he went to town on Henrik like a piledriver, Markus said, “Fuck, that’s hot,” in a tone of mixed awe and envy. Henrik just kept wailing, “Harder, harder, dammit. Fuck me like you mean it!” “Shit, I’d forgotten how much I love getting sloppy seconds!” Andrew muttered. By now he was hammering out a rapid tattoo of loud “smacks” on Henrik’s firm round ass, and Henrik’s expert hole was working hard to bring him to climax. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah, Andrew! Fucking breed me. Cum in my ass!” Andrew slammed in one last time and exploded, spurts of cum shooting into Henrik like jets from a firehose. “Oh, god, I can feel it pumping into me!” Henrik moaned. At last, Andrew ran out of juice and collapsed across Henrik’s muscular body, gasping for air. And then he felt a hand stroking his back and ass gently. It was Markus, touching him for the first time in almost two months. And it was Markus who spoke first. “Let me suck that dick clean, Andrew.” Andrew actually wanted to cry at those words, but he got into position, straddling Markus, and fed his slimy, slippery cock into his husband’s mouth. Andrew was overwhelmed with a torrent of emotions, feeling that expert mouth working on him again after so long but knowing that Markus still didn’t realize who he was. Markus pulled off and looked up at him. “Are you okay, Andrew? Hey, it’s just a blowjob, nothing to get so emotional over.” Andrew was at a loss for what to say. It was Henrik who intervened, gently. “Markus, I think he’s maybe getting feelings for you, and he’s worried because it’s unprofessional for him to do that.” Markus then said, “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t tell. Come on, fellows, let’s all cuddle.” Henrik lay down beside him and snuggled in against him, and Andrew – after a moment’s hesitation – lay down behind Henrik, pushing up against his back so he could reach across and stroke Markus while he pressed against Henrik. Later on, after they’d all gotten cleaned up and had dinner, Markus went off to bed while Henrik stayed to have a talk with Andrew. “Henrik, that was so hard to take. Everything at once, the past, the present, the future which is still so cloudy. I just don’t know how to handle all these conflicting feelings.” Henrik held him close in a comforting hug. “Andrew, I’m surprised you haven’t cracked wide open from the stress ages ago. It’s taking a long time for his memory to come back, longer than I expected for sure, and I think that even Doctor Preston is worried. It’s almost like he needs some sort of huge or startling stimulus to break through the key connection in his mind. Maybe this little three-way will help him make that breakthrough.” “I sure hope so. It seems like hope is all I’ve got now.” “Well, hang onto that hope. I’ve got to get going, but I’m always a text away if you need to talk.” “One question: do you come on to your patients a lot, or was this a special thing?” “Yes -- and yes. That’s to say, I come on to guys I’m sure are gay and who attract me. And yes, this is a special case. What happens to you and Markus has become important to me, on a personal level, and I’ve understood that there’s more healing needed here – by both of you – than just textbook physio. And just like Markus: I won’t tell if you don’t tell.” With that, he kissed Andrew goodbye, and went. Andrew was left to ponder it all, and he knew that he desperately needed to talk to the best listening ear a man could ever want. He picked up the phone and speed dialed Alcantara. “Andrew?” “Hi, Uncle Tommy. Sorry if I woke you up.” “I wasn’t sleeping. I was writing. What’s happening?” “I’m at an emotional crossroads.” “Tell.” Andrew proceeded to relate the whole story of the three-way and what happened afterwards. “Sounds like a fun time,” Tommy chuckled. “So, where’s the problem?” “As you could probably guess, I got pretty wound up about having sex with Markus again, especially because he still thinks I’m just a therapist helping him along. But it also got to me because Henrik, the real therapist, said something that made it sound like he’s getting feelings for Markus.” “Can you remember what he said?” “Something like, ‘What happens to you two is important to me, personally, and I think both of you need more healing than just textbook physio.’” “Interesting. To me, Andrew, that sounds like his feelings are more directed towards helping you and Markus than just getting it on, or getting involved, with one of you.” “Somehow, Uncle Tommy, it just feels all wrong to me, especially when Markus still doesn’t realize that he and I are much more than just a client and therapist.” “Is that all that feels wrong?” “No. It feels wrong to be helping another man have sex with my husband, because we were exclusive.” “I didn’t know that.” “It just seemed to us like the right thing to do.” “When did that happen?” “On our fifth wedding anniversary.” “Wow. That’s – what, fifteen years ago?” “Fifteen years this Friday.” “And you’ve both held to it?” “Well….” “Come on, Andrew, spill it!” Andrew proceeded to tell Tommy all about his two meetings with Jimmy. “There’s a lesson for you here, Andrew. About the whole thing of being exclusive. It’s great, if you can do it. Or you can take the easy way out and say, no, we don’t have to, that’s heteronormative. But that’s a cop-out, because it doesn’t clear up the emotions that are involved. Rich and I were exclusive for a while, but we couldn’t hold onto it. Each of us cracked, separately. I won’t go into the details now, but after we came clean to each other, we did all our outside playing around together. That way, we weren’t going behind each other’s backs, but we also weren’t confusing hot sex with love, because they are two very different things, of course. You cracked. Perfectly understandable under the circumstances, and I doubt very much if Markus would blame you for doing it. And he cracked, without realizing that was what he was doing or what he intended to do. So, it sounds to me like you two need to be more realistic about the idea of being exclusive, definitely talk it over once he’s back up to date with being married to you, and then maybe do something like what Rich and I did.” “Uncle Tommy, why is it that you always seem to have the best advice?” “Probably because I’m the one gay man in your life – Rich was the other – who’s had the life experiences that you need to know about, the ones that none of your immediate family can help you with, much as they love you. But there’s another thing here, Andrew. Markus has shown his hand, by showing that he wants to be with you. That means that he’s still the same man who reached out to grab you at the Pride Festival two decades ago. Whatever it was that drew him to you then, it’s still there and still working. One thing I’m sure of, you aren’t going to lose your man to anyone else. So don’t fret about that.” “Thank you so much, Uncle Tommy. I don’t know what I’d ever do without you.” “Well, Andrew, I think I can answer that one. Some day, after I’m gone, you’ll be ‘Uncle Andrew’ to some young nephew, perhaps even the son of a friend, who needs help navigating the turmoil of realizing his identity. And you’ll do a great job of it, too.” With that, they signed off the phone call. Andrew then went through his nightly ritual of gazing at the special photo album on his phone, the one with all the best moments of his life. And there it was: the selfie of him with Markus, that first photo of Markus that he ever took, arms around each other and grinning happily into the camera at the Pride Festival. The welcome hug from Markus’ mom and dad when they flew to meet them in Cologne. The visit with his parents in Ottawa on the way back from Germany. Then the picture on their first visit to Uncle Rich and Uncle Tommy in Alcantara, the two couples standing together by the pool in speedos while the self-timer did its job from the nearby table. The wedding: a close-up of two hands with rings resting one atop the other, then the two of them kissing each other under the garden archway, the picture of the wedding party with their parents, and the one with Rich and Tommy, with the four of them all in dashing grey tuxedoes. By that time, Markus had become every bit as close to Rich and Tommy as Andrew himself. Andrew sighed and put the phone away. He knew that Tommy’s advice was solid. It was one thing to acknowledge that his uncle had been right, another altogether to accept that advice and make it his own. But he knew that he would try, because the alternative… it was a case of “that way madness lies.” On Tuesday, Henrik told them that by the end of the week they’d be able to move Markus to physiotherapy just three times a week, with Andrew handling two and Henrik coming in for the third and more intensive session. As they explained this to Markus, his face fell. “What, I finally got the two of you into bed with me and now you’re both going to run for cover?” “We both have our jobs to do, Markus, and other clients to care for. But Andrew can keep living here to help you out with going out and about, getting shopping done, and other errands like that. If you don’t mind, that is.” And Henrik winked slyly at Markus, then turned and grinned at Andrew. “Anyway, we’re still keeping you on the seven-day schedule at least until Monday at least.” On Wednesday, Andrew did the physio session but resisted the urgings from Markus to have some fun. Markus grumbled about “damned professional ethics,” but he accepted it. Thursday brought an unusual off-day visit from Henrik, who explained that he had a day off on Friday to travel back to Denmark for the funeral of one of his grandparents. He wouldn’t be back until Wednesday, so they agreed to defer the final decision about scaling back the therapy until then. Out of deference to his feelings, they didn’t indulge in any sex play but just sat around after the physio session, talking over a glass of wine, and then had Henrik stay to dinner. Markus insisted on preparing the steaks and salad himself. Andrew kept an eye on things from his seat, but there were no problems. It seemed that much of Markus’ kitchen skills dated back to his teenage years and that period was still pretty clear in his mind. Henrik and Andrew both complimented the dinner and thanked Markus for giving them such a great meal. By Friday, Andrew was getting edgy. As the time for daily physio was winding down, it was going to get harder and harder to sustain the myth of why he was living in the condo. What the hell was he going to do then? All he could think of was letting himself drift into a relationship with Markus while waiting for Markus to remember that they were already married. Not the worst fate, he supposed, but it still felt somehow like he was taking advantage of the situation, and of his husband’s incomplete memory. Not very logical, he admitted, but logic seemed to have no role to play in this entire mess anyhow. Friday, Andrew took Markus out to dinner at what had been one of their favourite spots, Café Chanterelle, down near the water. Markus didn’t remember it at all, but definitely enjoyed it as much as ever, particularly the house specialty of confit of duck. After dinner, they walked down to the park to enjoy the sunset. With summer coming on, the evenings lasted late, and on this clear Friday night there were many others, sitting on the grass, walking along the waterfront walkway, lying on the beach, or scrambling over the rocks by the shore. They managed to grab a bench facing the water, and just sat there enjoying the view. Markus was looking from side to side, taking in all the variety of water, trees, buildings, mountains, and the… “That bridge,” he said, half to himself, looking down the shore towards the Burrard Street bridge. “I remember this place.” Andrew managed to suppress his eagerness. “Really?” “Not to say remembered it. I dreamed about it the other night. I recognized the bridge from the dream.” “It’s called Sunset Beach. What happened in your dream?” “Everyone was down here. It was like a huge party. Thousands and thousands of hot guys, all drinking and dancing up a storm, with a band playing really loud music from a stage over there,” and he pointed down the shoreline. “I was young again, and I was having so much fun. And then, I saw this one guy, really handsome young fellow, walking past me alone, and I wondered why. He looked… I don’t know, not sad exactly, more like detached, as if he wasn’t really there at all. I felt sorry for him, because I wanted everyone to be as happy and have as much fun as I was having. So, I started walking over to him, to get him to join me and dance with me… and that’s when I woke up.” He sighed. “Have you ever had a dream like that?” Markus turned to Andrew, to hear his response, and his jaw fell. “It was you! Andrew, you were the guy in the dream – younger, but I’m sure it was you! Wow, this is crazy, I’m starting to have dreams about my therapist. Does that mean I’m falling in love with you?” Markus laughed happily, and then realized that Andrew was looking at him very strangely indeed. “Sorry, Andrew, did I say the wrong thing or something?” “It’s not that, Markus.” Andrew paused and drew a very deep breath. “It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment since halfway to forever. It’s time for me to show you something.” He drew out his phone, entered the security code, and opened the album with the special pictures, showing Markus the first one. Markus stared at the picture, his jaw dropping to the ground. When he finally spoke, his words came slowly, quietly, as if spoken in a trance. “So… it wasn’t a dream after all. It was a memory.” “Yes, Markus. You didn’t dream it or imagine it. You really did walk over and grab me by the hand, pulling me into the crowd to dance with you.” “And then what happened?” “We danced and drank the whole afternoon away. Then we came up here and sat down on the beach over there, leaning back against one of those logs, to watch the sunset. We were holding hands as we sat – and then you put your arm around me and snuggled me closer to you. Then we went back to your place…” “…and made love all night long until the sun came up?” Both of them laughed. “Not quite that long. But we had some really wild sex, and when we were relaxing afterwards, both of us said that we just felt so right and comfortable with each other. That much we knew right away.” “Amazing. And then what happened?” “Here are some more.” “Wow. So then… I took you to meet my parents. And are those your parents?” “Yes, they are.” “We must have gotten serious really quickly.” “We did. For me, it just felt from the start like we were meant to be together. And then, we went to Alcantara so you could meet my uncles.” Markus pointed excitedly at the handsome Japanese face on the screen. “Andrew, that guy – I remember him, he was in the hospital when I woke up!” “That’s right. I call him my uncle, but actually he’s my uncle by marriage. That’s his late husband, my mom’s older brother, Uncle Rich. This one’s name… “…is Tommy.” “You remembered that!” “I knew as soon as you said Rich’s name. Rich and Tommy – of course. And he was here last month.” “Yes, he was. Okay, one more set of pictures.” Up came the photo of the two hands wearing wedding rings. Then he swiped through the rest of the wedding pictures. “Andrew! We got married!” “Yes, we did, and what a wonderful day that was.” “When did all this happen?” “The wedding? Exactly twenty years ago today.” Markus looked almost shocked. “Happy anniversary, husband.” Markus took his cue and leaned in for a kiss. As they kissed, their fingers entwined automatically, familiarly, as if they’d done it thousands of times before (which they had). Then Markus looked at Andrew solemnly, holding both his hands in his own. “I was going to ask where you’d gone to after I met you, but it wasn’t you that went away – it was me.” “Well, it’s not as if you wanted to get clobbered by that careless truck driver on the Sea to Sky Highway.” “Andrew, I can’t even imagine what hell you’ve been going through since the accident. And I’m sorry, but we aren’t out of the woods yet. I still don’t really remember much of this at all. I mean, the pictures obviously prove that it happened, but I look at them and only scattered little bits make me say ‘yes, that.’ So, it’s going to be a long time yet before I’m completely back with you. At least, I know now why I felt so strongly that I needed to be closer to you once you started doing the exercises with me.” “I know this is going to take time. I just can’t tell you how happy I am that you remembered the day we first met all on your own -- and did it on our twentieth anniversary. And you have no idea how utterly delighted I am that I can finally stop pretending to be your damned therapist!” Markus pulled a face. “You mean you’re not my therapist? Shit, I was really enjoying having you touching me all over like that. But all that endless rigmarole about your damned professional ethics. What were you thinking?” “What I’m thinking right now is that we’re just about to miss the sunset we came down here to see.” They sat there on the bench, hands curled around each other, and watched the sun emerge from a cloudbank and dip below the horizon in a glorious light show of reds, oranges, and yellows. At last, Andrew spoke. “Perfect sunset.” “To me, it feels more like a sunrise. Life beginning again.” Markus leaned over to kiss Andrew. “Come on, Andrew, let’s go home and toast this anniversary properly.” “Home.” Andrew’s voice was wistful. “The way you just said that….” “Well, it hasn’t felt much like home for the last month, being stuck in the guest room and all.” “Let’s go home, Andrew. Our home.”

God Damn! One of the hottest! Loved the men, the uniforms, the location, and the verbal exchange. Cum inducing.

Last night I stopped to see an old friend in the hospital. He is on the mend even though he is very toxic at the moment. After hanging out for a while I decided to put my skills of persuasion to the test. I started by sucking and blowing his cock. In short order we were both naked and he was nice and hard. Because getting his charged load was my goal I brought lube. Success came, he fucked me and flooded my hole. So, for the second time in my life I got a full blown fucking in the hospital.

**Part 5** I moved back and my shaft slipped out of the young guys now very slippery hole. I glanced down and saw a dribble of pink fluid trickle down over his balls, some sticking to the mass of hair that covered them and the rest forming a small pooled mess on the floor as it mixed with with the filth. I looked back and half expected Beard to have gone but, he remained there still smiling. He told me to get dressed then beckoned me with his head to follow him. I glanced down at the lad, who was still face down on the floor recovering. "Leave that, I'll deal with it later" I followed Beard to away from the Public Convenience and out of the park to a dark coloured van. He opened the back door. There were bench seats along each side. He told me get in. I had an idea that he was taking me to meet 'The family ' as he called them. He closed the rear doors and I heard the front door open and close, the engine started then we began our journey. We were moving, for what I guessed, was about forty minutes. The van was being driven carefully and for the last five minutes it made several turns. Eventually it stopped and I heard what sounded like a large metal shutter being raised, like the garage doors where I worked. The van was driven inside and the shutter closed. The rear door opened and Beard beckoned me out. From the drivers side Goatee appeared. He had obviously been the driver. It was the first time I was aware of his presence. I had presumed that Beard had been the driver. Inside the building where we were was fairly large. It looked like an old factory or small warehouse. I was lead through a small door then another and up two flights of stairs with bare concrete steps. We reached a door with a key code lock and Beard, shielding my view of the did something that allowed him to open the door. Inside a carpeted corridor lead to another door with yet another door with the same type of lock. My mind was racing and so was my heart. What sort of place had I come to. I hadn't questioned where or why I had been taken to this place and had willingly gone with Beard of my own volition. Beard opened the door to another corridor. This had doors on each side along its entire length. There were ten doors on each side and at the far end an open leading to a large communal area. As we entered it I saw there were a dozen other men who had been mostly sitting, who when they saw Beard, immediately stood up. I thought I recognised some of the faces but couldn't place them. But one I knew immediately. He was sitting in a large chair by the far wall and he didn't stand as we entered. It was the same old man I had seen in the trees on the night I was converted recieving a blow job from the young guy I had just fucked. He looked at me and smiled. He stood up and walked over to greet me. He held out his hand and I took it. As he shook it he cupped his other hand over my hand as well. It was a very warm welcoming greeting. He then lead me back out into the corridor and opened the first door on the left. I walked in and he closed the door behind us. "Sit" It was more of a command than and invitation which was at odds with the way he had greeted me. He had a deep, well spoken voice and spoke with authority. Like a commander addressing his troops. To be listened to rather than conversed with. But, he also spoke with compassion. I was drawn to him in, entranced by him. I listened intently to what he was telling me. It was the first had heard him speak. When I'd seen him in the woods he had never uttered a word. He would just nod towards his crutch, whip out his cock and I would suck him to completion. He told me that he and some of his extended family, at which point he indicated with his thumb towards the men in the other room had been watching me for a long time. He told me they were very protective of their identity both individually and as a group. So, had to be very careful who they selected to become family members. He said that when you have a family there is nothing, absolutely nothing you won't do to protect them. He tone had changed when he said this. He was deadly serious and gave the impression that he meant exactly what he said. He said that this evening I had to make a choice and that once I'd made the decision, either way, there was no going back. If you become a family member you are a member for life. If I chose not to, I would never be given a second chance to join. That if having decided not to join, I tried to find the family or any individual in it that would be seen as a threat to the safety and security of the whole family and the consequences to be severe. Likewise, if I made the decision to stay then, for whatever reason decided to try and leave, the same inference would be drawn with same implications. He told me that before I make an informed decision he'd better inform me about the family and its purpose. He still spoke with authority but his tone had changed to more of a friendly, fatherly one. He told me that he and Tom, the bearded man, had met and were both already HIV positive some years ago. They both believed that being poz gave them a freedom that was denied to many gay men. They strongly believed that monogamy among homosexuals was against the laws of nature and that men need to have the freedom, if they so desire, to breed freely with whoever they choose. They decided to form a small group of poz guys who could freely breed with each other without fear or prejudice. Then they had the idea to bring in more men. To dilute the gene pool. All had to be poz or willing to be converted. A few guys that were already infected joined and contact was made, through various gay sites, with guys who wanted to be converted. Unfortunately alot of these men were just dreamers, flakes who got off on the idea but, were too scared and had no intention of actually going through with it. So, they, as a group, came up with the idea of physically recruiting men. Men like me who were always searching for sex. Men who wanted unhindered, uninhibited and readily available sex. Bareback sex. Men who had few friends, no family, no ties to anyone else, who wouldn't be missed from society. At least, not missed too much. He said "That's why we wanted you. We've followed you for about eighteen months. We were able to trace, fairly easily where you worked, lived, the odd sauna you visited and, obviously, your numerous visits to cruising sites and in particular the park and the public convenience. We've even hacked your computer and know the sites you look at, bbrts, breeding zone and nastykinkpigs. We even fitted a small GPS in the heels or under the inserts of your shoes so we knew where you were at any given time. When he had met me in the park that had been the initial part of the surveillance and vetting procedure as well. He told me that when I agreed to be bred and pozzed in the public convenience that was when they knew I was a prime candidate. In fact, he told me that my enthusiasm had confirmed it beyond doubt. There was one more thing that sealed the deal and that was when I fucked the young man tonight knowing I was likely to poz him. I was slightly annoyed at this invasion of privacy but also felt unbelievably honoured to have been chosen to be considered as a member. He told me that now everyone was considered as a family member. Anyone who needed help in any way would receive it. They would be supported through whatever difficulty they were experiencing. Like I had been during my recent bout of the fuck flu and like the young man I myself had fucked tonight. should his conversion be successful. I had been considering everything I had been told. I had many questions which he now answered. I could keep my job but, I would live here with the family. I would have my own room but, could sleep on my own there or with anyone else I wanted. Fuck anyone who was willing and be fucked by anyone. I would be expected to recruit other members who were willing to be pozzed and help other guys with recruiting, by being involved in surveillance and vetting. And the best bit, breeding recruits. Spreading the family seed, it's DNA. Ensuring the family tree continues. I'd already made my decision. I wanted to be part of this pozzed family but he told me to take a week or two decide. However I mustn't discuss this meeting or anything I'd learned here with anyone outside the family. If I did they would know. Now he told me to go and talk with my brothers. Ask them anything I wanted. Maybe a question will occur when you speak. If they are unable to help, come back and speak to me. And, if you feel horny to fuck or get fucked, enjoy yourself. After all that's what this all about. I had one last burning question. I figured as we'd discussed everything else down to the most intimate details I could ask anything. His answer gave me the answer to this and another question I thought I already had the answer to. "Can you tell me what's with the guy with the Goatee. Was he born like that? He looked at me sternly and placed his two hands together infront of him in a position that looks like a steeple. His eyes focused on me trying to evaluate my demeanour and closed his eyes for second before saying "That's Gavin, he tried to leave" **Fin**

**Part 4** Three weeks later and there had been no contact from the bearded gentleman and his side kick. I'd returned to the park and the public convenience four or five times each week but there had been no sign of them. Unless they went there, I had no chance of finding them or they me. I was getting desperate. Although I couldn't really understand why. Beard had fucked his poz load into me. Mission accomplished. He'd done the deed and spread his seed. I'd got what I wanted, probably. Why would we need to be in contact again. It was what he said, that they would see me again soon, meet my new family. Each time I'd gone to the park looking for them I'd seen other guys but, I had no interest in having sex with On the Wednesday morning of the forth week I woke and didn't feel to good. I'd gone into work But had to leave early. My head felt like it had cotton wool in it and I had no energy. I went straight home and had a bath. I thought the warm water would sooth the aches I was feeing in my shoulders and back. It didn't help. By the time I got to bed I felt worse. Everything ached. I had the start of a sore throat, I felt cold and my head was throbing. The following morning I couldn't even get out of bed to call in sick. I had a fever and my headache was nothing like I'd ever had before. Suddenly my stomach decided to reject anything that was contained in it. I vomited where I lay. The putrid stench engulfed the room but, I was too weak to move. I was convinced I was dying. That's when I started hallucinating. I saw Beard and Goatee peering at me and smiling. Other men were looking at me to, some were sneering, some even laughing. Even in my dismal state I realised I had the fuck flu. My body was changing. The virus was taking over my body, like Sarah Palin inhabiting a new host. Being possessed by the devil's seed. I hoped I would fall asleep and never wake up. Even being dead and in hell couldn't be worse than this living hell I was in. I did fall asleep. Boy, did I sleep. Slept the sleep of the dead. When I did wake I felt a little better. I was still tired but the fever had subsided and I just had a normal headache, which very mild compared to how it had been. I looked at my digital alarm clock to see how long I had been asleep. I left work early on the Wednesday and according to the clock it was now Thursday. But, that couldn't be right. I was so sick I couldn't go to work on Thursday. Then I saw the date. I had been asleep for a whole week. How was that possible? I checked my surroundings. Everything was as it was except, I remember vomiting the entire contents of my stomach on the bed, but the bed was clean. Maybe I'd been hallucinating about being sick as I had about Beard, Goatee and the other men. I had been in such a state I didn't know was real and what wasn't. I rested my head on the pillow and dozed off to sleep again. I slept for another six hours and when I awoke I felt even better. I went to the loo for a piss then into the kitchen to make tea. My throat was dry, I needed a brew. As I filled the kettle I noticed a folded piece of paper by the sink. That's strange I thought. I put kettle on its base and flicked the switch. I picked up the paper, opened and read it. Shocked I sat down at the kitchen table and read it again. 'Hope your feeling better. We'll see you soon. Your friends from the Public Convenience. My mind couldn't quite take it all in. I had pucked up on the bed. I had seen Beard and Goatee and who were those other guys? Were they the family Beard mentioned. Over the next week or so I made a slow recovery. The boss at the garage was well pissed off with me. Work had backed up and he even had to refuse taking on new jobs. Still when I eventually went back to work there was loads of overtime. I wondered how Beard and Goatee had found me. How they knew I had the fuck flu. How had they managed to change the bed clothes and clean the place up with me in it. I wasn't to sure about anything that had happened during the week of my unconsciousness. The only thing I was sure about was that I was now HIV positive. I had absolutely no regrets, now that the fuck flu had passed I felt fine. My sex drive had disappeared while I was recovering but, was now returning with a vengeance. I even had to visit the toilet at work, sometimes a couple of times a day, to wank off. I'd never done that before. My sperm looked the same but, I knew it wasn't. It was toxic, poisonous, poz sperm. Maybe that's what was making me so horny. The knowledge that I was possessed by the demon seed. One night on the way home I decided to visit the park. It was Winter now. The summer heat had long gone. It was cold and wet. There wouldn't be any guys looking for a quick fuck in the woods tonight but the public convenience was open. Although it wasn't particularly warm at least it was dry. I hadn't visited to often lately and when I had the place had been deserted. I even hung around in there sometimes to see if anyone wandered in later but, no one ever did. This night though my luck was in. As I walked in the little bulb was still straining to have any serious impact on the dark squalid interior. At the far end of the building I saw a figure leaning against the wall. I couldn't see his face but he had a slight build and as I approached him I could see he was fairly young, maybe 19 or 20. As he moved forward the pale light I recognised the face but couldn't place it. My cock was already rigid. Harder than it had ever been. This was the first physical contact I was about to have since last time I was here. Then I was a chaser, now I could be a gifter. I was really horny. I really wanted, needed to fuck this guy. He wasn't my usual type. Too young, too skinny. I unzipped and got my cock out. Not only was it harder than it had ever been, it actually looked bigger. My victim got on his knees and took me in his mouth. He had a sweet mouth. He loved sucking cock I could tell. He was good at it to. It was at that moment I realised who he was. He was the lad sucking the old guys cock in the woods the night I got fucked and pozzed in here. He was really going to work on me now, sucking and licking for all he was worth. I was really enjoying this, it felt great. Then annoyingly he stopped and stood up, looked into my eyes and said "Poz me" I was slightly taken aback. He told me that one night he'd seen me when he was sucking an old man off in the woods. He finished the old guy off and it had started to rain so, he made his way to the toilets but, the light was off, must have been a power cut due to the lightning, so he just stood in the doorway. He heard moaning and heard someone say "Poz me, please poz me" at which point there was a bright flash of lightning and he looked in. He'd seen me on my knees and a bearded guy behind me. He'd seen him ram his cock up my arse and another guy sit on my head. He said he was a bit scared so, ran off but, since then all he could think about was being fucked like he'd seen me getting fucked and pozzed and wanted it. He asked if I had definitely been pozzed up that night and I told him I had and how bad the fuck flu had been. He had his hand on my cock and was stroking it gently. "Please, will you breed me, poz me, I want it so bad. He undid his button fly and dropped his jeans to the floor then kicked them free of his feet. Then he removed his coat and shirt. I told him he didn't need to take everything off but he said "I want to be naked when you fuck me. I want you to see the body that your seed is infecting. It was freezing in there but, I did the same and removed everything. He told me he wanted it as hard as I had been fucked. "Show me know mercy. Fuck me as hard as you want, I'm yours. I want make sure it takes" He got onto his knees on the floor. It was still filthy, if anything worse than when I had last been on it. Guys had come in with wet muddy shoes on and it looked like no one had cleaned it in ages. I moved in behind him and parted his arse cheeks. Like I said, he wouldn't normally have been my type but he had a beautiful arse. Firm cheeks and a tiny pink hole which I started fingering. He was very tight. I told him I didn't have any lube and he said he didn't want it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to make sure he was infected. I licked my fingers anyway and stuck two up him. He winsed but didn't pull away. I played with his hole for a few minutes then positioned my cock on the rim. I waited a few seconds then, in one quick, hard movement rammed my cock into him. He screamed and started crying. I ignored him and fucked him as hard as I could. His hole felt great on my cock. Although it was cold in the building I soon began to warm up even though I was naked. I continued to fuck him hard. After five minutes or so he had stopped whimpering and was telling me to fuck him harder. My thighs were smacking against his arse and my balls were banging against his own. My hands gripped his hips as my cock rammed his hole. His hole felt wet now, I suspected from a little of my precum but mostly his blood. I was close. The pressure in my cock had reached its limit. I was at boiling point and I was about to boil over. I couldn't hold off any longer. I pumped his arse full with a massive load. I shouted in ecstasy. He knew I was filling him with poz seed and told me to give it all to him. God I was thinking, that was a great fuck. As I recovered I was aware of another presence in the room. I looked back and saw Beard looking at me with a huge grin on his face. How the fuck does know everything? **To be continued **

Chapter 3 The Kid started coughing and was trying to get fresh air into his lungs. At the same time he felt the guy in his ass pull back a little and ram his cock up the Kid’s fuck chute as far as he could get, he wiggled to make sure the root had plugged the spasming hole wrapped around his cock. He let loose with a torrent of cum into the Kid’s ass The guy pulled his cock out of the Kid and the other guy got behind the Kid. He thought he was going to get fucked again but was surprised when the guy squeezed his cheeks and spread them open, then the guy stared sucking on the Kids gaping hole. The feelings were great to the Kid and he cooed and stated to relax. The heat in his groin was in total control of him now. He remembered this feeling and love letting this part of him go. The Guy stopped and the Kid was disappointed as it felt really great. The Guy took a hit on the Pipe and then went back to the Kid’s ass and Blew that smoke in the Kid’s rectum. He felt it go n and it really felt strange. The guy held the Kid’s cheeks together so it would stay in. The Guy took a second hit and then blew that in the Kids ass. He felt it this time even more, probably because of the Volume. The Guy squeezed the Kid’s cheeks together again and said “ That is really strong stuff ”. The guy opened the Kid’s cheeks and put his mouth on his hole. He stared sucking the white cloud out of the Kid. Between the two hits and the guy had and the heat of the moment he was extremely aggressive with his ass eating. After he got the smoke out he wanted more and began using his teeth to try to open the hole more. The Kid was saying that it hurt and was begging to go easier. The guy didn’t go easy, in fact he bit down on the Kid’s sensitive rectum and the Kid yelled. The pain was intense but in a perverted was it was mixed with extreme pleasure. The totally confused the Kid. He had never felt like pain was the path to pleasure before. He remembered feeling pain when playing in the past but never the intense feeling of satisfaction and pleasure at the same time. The first guy to fuck him was sitting next to him and patted his cock which was now a full staff and ready for another go. The guy looked over and over and said “ Why don’t you come over here and sit on this “ . The Kid got up and turned around and squatted over the cock that was pointing straight up. One of the guys moved it and aimed it at the Kid’s now tender asshole. The Kid started to lower him self down on it when the Guy grabbed his hips and forcefully pulled the Kid down in one swift move. This took the Kid’s breath away at the sudden intrusion. Even though it wasn’t a huge cock he felt as if he was a puppet impaled on a pole. They put the Pipe back to the Kid’s mouth and told him to suck. He did as he was told and before long his head was spinning and he was really enjoying the cock imbedded in his ass. One of the guys there were now watching the Kid get his ass probed deeper than before said “ How old is this Kid. He can’t be legal “. There he was , sitting on this pole grinding his now over heated ass to get more in him, with a nice hard on and no hair from his face down , He looked like a teenager. One of the guys said “ I think we have a really young one to mess up tonight. Little did they know that the Kid was in his early 20s and was out of college already. A guy got om each side and lifted the Kid up and then dropped him back down on the cock. Each time the Kid made a different sound. He also said “ This feels so good. I want more”. It didn’t take long for the guy to say he was about to cum again. He said that this was not normal but this Kid was so hot inside he couldn’t resist giving him more in his sloppy cunt. As he started to cum in this Kid’s ass one of the guys knelt down and started sucking the Kid’s cock. It was long until the Kid erupted into the guy’s mouth. The guy with his cock up the Kids as felt the ring of fire in the kid to start contracting on his cock, it was as if the Kid had a magical cock the could suck like any mouth could. The guy said “ Christ, this kid’s ass is trying to suck my nuts not him “. The two were connected more than most would ever get. About the time the guy was done shooting in the Kid’s ow very sloppy ass the Kid was done shooting his cum down the guy’s throat. There was a very relaxed and feeling between the two of them. He hadn’t felt this connection to anyone for a while. The Guy stared to move, and the Kid started to get off but the guy held him down, he had other ideas. He kept his cock up the Kid’s ass and stood up. This gave the Kid’s ass a strange feeling as he never moved around with anything up his ass. He decided he liked this new feeling

Luke’s cock and the heat woke him up in the morning. He’d never turned the fan back on after jerking off last night. He lay there for a long minute, his hard cock straining against the briefs, imagining he was in New York waking up during the heat of the black out. Reluctantly he dragged himself out of bed. He found a tank top in a drawer and a clean pair of shorts, he was about to pull them on over the briefs when he noticed the thick waistband of the jock from the box sticking out of the pocket of yesterday’s shorts. On an impulse he stripped off the briefs, and stepped into the old used jock. The pouch was slightly stiff from his load yesterday. It fit perfectly however, and his semi-hard cock filled out the pouch perfectly. He looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like one of the Polaroids he thought. “Do not get carried away,” he said to himself, “You still have to deal with the attic.” He finished getting dressed and headed out the door. The attic was a little cooler today. Leaving the windows open overnight had let out much of the stainless and the dust that had swirled around so thickly yesterday. Luke had promised himself he would spend the morning honestly working, clearing things out, and moving more trash downstairs. If he did that, he though, then the afternoon was his to spend reading more of the journal. Most of what he found was boring. More junk left by his dad and his siblings when they moved out or went to college. There was a big box of old documents, the sort that weren’t really important but it felt weird to just throw away. He found another box of old sports equipment, and a big old bin completely full of ancient discolored Legos. Try as he might his eyes kept drifting over to the corner where he had stashed the box. It was like it was calling to him. He was desperate to know what happened next, to maybe find some clue to who the author really was. He fought to keep himself on task, going through boxes of old binders and folders, tax returns, and bank statements. Boxes with trinkets and decorations that had been retired from the house but felt too precious to get rid of at the time. He found bins of Christmas ornaments, and big old-fashioned strings of multicolored lights. Under one box of Christmas thing he found an entire little village for a model train. The air was starting to get hot again, and Luke checked his phone, just after one. Perfect. He went downstairs, quickly ate his lunch and went back to the attic. He didn’t waste anytime today. As soon as he was back in the hot air of the attic he stripped off his shirt and shorts tossing them in a pile. He threw an old blanket he had found on the ground and sat down in nothing but the old jock. He was instantly hard, the semi he had been sporting all day swelling in the old slightly crusty pouch. Brett held me tight to his chest, my load gluing our hair together. He bent his legs up so he could lift his hips off the mattress and fuck his cock up into me. In this position every thrust of his dick hit that spot inside of me and it was like a little lightning bolt shot through me. I whimpered into his mouth as he kissed me in rhythm with his thrusts. At that moment I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than being fucked by him. I let him work his cock into me, I imagined what it looked like from the back. The thick base of Brett’s cock, his pubes wet with sweat and cum, sticking out of my hole, the edge of my tight ass gripping his shaft. I imagined how the hairs on my ass my now be wet too with cum and sweat. How I must look used up after being fucked twice by his big dick. It turned me on. It turns me on now. I can see it in my head, two men and all of the hair, muscle, and roughness that comes with them, intertwined together and one takes the other. After days of Brett fucking me can I go back to a life where I never feel a man inside me again? I don’t know. No that’s stupid I do know. I can’t. The answer is no. I could never go back to just fucking girls. Really, I don’t know if I ever want to fuck a girl again. I could never feel this heat, this animalistic rawness with a girl. I think that’s something I can only feel with another guy. Maybe I can only feel it with Brett? But I don’t think that’s true either. Today at work this guy came in and for the first time in my life I found myself checking out a guy. He was tall, older than me, probably in his forties, with a little gray at his temples. He had this big thick black moustache, and these bright dazzling blue eyes. I kept glancing over at him, noticing when his cut off shirt would slip and a hairy pec and big pink nipple would be exposed. I watched him walk to the bathroom, his tight shorts clinging to his ass, and as he walked back I saw him adjusted his cock through his shorts and I was instantly hard. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to come home and tell Brett about how the man with the moustache had fucked me. I wanted to feel him blow his load inside me. I wanted to have that load inside me when Brett got home. I could have gotten Brett naked when he got home, and laid him down on his back and just mounted him. I could have ridden him till he came like we did that first morning. I remember being able to feel his heart beat our chests were pressed so tight together. His kiss felt like it would never end. He had both arms locked tight across my torso and all I could do was kiss him and let him fuck me. Not that I wanted anything else. I felt his breath change and his kissing become more frantic as he got close. He pressed me even tighter to his chest and then bucked up into me. He roared into my mouth as I felt him throb inside my hole again. I felt like I could feel his flooding me. Another big load rushed out of him and into my ass. Three times in just about twelve hours. I had woken up the day before thinking I was totally straight, never having thought about men like that, and there I was taking my third load from my roommate and best friend. When his orgasm had ended he has kissed me and allowed me to roll off of him. I remember feeling really empty for a moment. I had gotten used to having his cock inside me. I wanted it back. Fuck, I guess maybe there is something to this. I started writing hoping I would logic myself into seeing how this was all a fluke, but all I’ve done is cement how good it made me feel and how much I want to feel like that again. How could I pretend it was a fluke, I was disappointed when Brett had said we should get dressed and see what was happening with the black out. “Or we could stay here and fuck,” I had said. He kissed me, patted my ass, and said, “There will be lots more fucking, don’t worry.” Then he’d tossed me a jockstrap from his dresser. “Here, put this on.” I’d worn jockstraps for sports before but never just as underwear, it was fun, sexy. I felt hot. I liked how the fabric of my shorts felt against my bare ass and how the pouch made my cock bulge forward through the thin shorts fabric. Brett and I had looked almost like twins leaving the apartment that morning. Him in little cut off jean shorts, a cut off, tube socks and sneakers and me in basketball shorts, and a tank. It was weird outside. Nothing was really open. Only the corner shop had its doors open, but with no power the most they had to sell was boxed goods and canned foods. There weren’t even newspapers out, no one had been able to print them. For a whole day it was like the world stopped. Of course, that night when the power came back on, and the reports of crime started coming in that tranquility seemed like an illusion, but there in the village on that morning it felt like nothing else existed. For one morning New York was a quiet little town with nowhere to be and nothing to do. I’m sure that the bliss I felt from having just been fucked twice by Brett’s big cock had a lot to do with how I saw everything. The sirens that constantly fill the New York air still existed, the shouts of people, the crowds, it was all still there but for me it didn’t exist. I flet the slickness between my cheeks as we walked. I smelled the stench of sweat and sex every time a breeze played around my body. I kept staring at Brett, at how his shorts were filled out, at the chest hair that peeked over the top of his shirt collar, at his nipples when his shirt shifted. I looked at his thick hairy legs, and his square handsome face. We eventually found a store a few blocks away that was open and amazingly still had ice and beer. We bought three big bags and two cases before heading home. As soon as we were back inside Brett pulled his shirt off again, and then dropped his shorts. He approached me in nothing but a straining jock. “How do you feel,” he had said. “What do you mean?” “A lot’s happened to you. Your first time kissing a guy, first time sucking a guys cock, first time being bred.” I hadn’t heard that phrase before but I instantly understood what he meant. “And I’m not exactly packing the smallest cock. So how do you feel, emotionally? How are you doing? How is your ass doing?” I had paused for a minute. His questions almost broke my blissful mindset, but not quite. I was still caught up in the throes of newness and lusts. I was enraptured still. Before I answered, standing right in front of the door to our apartment and in full view of the living room window, I stripped down to the jock he had given me earlier. I walked over and grabbed the back of his head. I kissed him. “Honest answer, I don’t really know what all I’m feeling right now except, I’ve never been this horny in my entire life. Its like I’m 12 again and just figured out how to masturbate. You could tell me you wanted to fuck me right now and I’d bend over. Jesus Brett. I don’t understand it but fuck.” He kissed me back. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for another round, but I there is something else we can do.” “What?” He got really close to my ear, and whispered, “you can fuck me.” “Oh shit, fuck… fuck…fuck…” Luke groaned, as he shot another load on himself. He slumped back, his arms behind his head, and his load running down his chest. “Jesus,” he panted. He looked down at the jock he was wearing, its pouch off to one side and his still pulsing cock sticking up, was this the jock Brett had given the author? He didn’t really care it was true or not, he decided that it was. Despite having shot a big load on himself Luke was horny in a different way now. Imagining himself as the author, feeling Brett’s loads pump inside of him, had gotten Luke in the mood for cock. Fuck it, he thought, he’d made good progress on the attic. He could tell his family he was meeting some high school friends for a drink or something. They would never even question where he was. He got his phone out of his shorts and started looking on the apps. The image of a man floated through Luke’s mind. The man he imagined Brett would have become. Of Brett would probably be in his late 70s by now, but Luke saw the 50-year-old Brett. His hair just now truly becoming more gray than blond, thick well-kept facial hair maybe just a moustache. He wore a black leather vest in Luke’s mind, and a well-loved jock. His face was still square and handsome, his body thicker and meatier, with dense hair all over it. He saw the thick cock, and low hanging ball still jutting from a dense bush, though it was no longer in fashion. He scrolled the apps, it was far too specific he knew, there would be no man to fit the perfect vision in his head. Even if there were, he thought, there was no guarantee the man would be interested in him or even free. Luke scrolled. The burbs were, thankfully, not completely devoid of gay men so there were at least options. Some twinks close by, a guy that Luke had gone to high school with, the kid who worked at the movie theatre, closeted middle aged men hiding their faces, and him – Luke almost gasped when the picture appeared at the bottom of his grid. The square handsome face, the thick moustache, big expressive eyes – he wasn’t Brett but he was exactly what he wanted. He clicked on the profile. 55, 6’3”, 210, muscular. Luke looked at the other photos, they showed a big strong hairy chest, the type of stomach that came from working out and a love of beer not muscular but firm, more of that handsome face, and a big meaty bulge in a pair of tight swim trunks. Luke sent him a woof, and then a greeting. Then he waited. There was no point messaging anyone else, it would be this guy or no one. He thumbed through the pictures from the box again. This time flipping to the back and reading the names. He noticed now that they weren’t all young like he’d thought. There was a mix, and as he looked defiantly a slightly older slant. The author’s taste and his seemed to align. He landed on one labeled “frank – FIP 1978”, featuring a tall man, late 40’s standing naked by a pool. He had a lanky body, well-shaped torso, and a long uncut cock hanging down between his legs. He had a crazy beard made up of muttonchops that joined to his moustache but left his chin bare. Would Frank turn up in a late journal entry? Luke’s phone buzzed. He opened it. It was him, and Luke saw he had unlocked his album. Luke quickly unlocked his own, and clicked on the message “Hey boy, what’s up?”. “Oh nothing much,” Luke replied, “Been cleaning out an attic all day for my folks. Honestly kind horny after all the hard work.” He opened the man’s album. Jesus Christ, Luke thought, this man is perfect. The first picture in the man’s private album was a picture of a big thick cock and an ample bush. It was exactly the cock that had been in Luke’s mind, down to the blunt mushroom head he had imagined forcing his hole open. The next was that same cock from below showing a set of heavy full looking balls just begging to be drained. Then finally, shot from above, that beautiful beastly cock shoved half way into some bottom’s hole and not a condom in sight. “I’m Jack,” came the man’s next reply. “Your pics got me kinda horny myself.” “Luke, nice to e-meet you… oh really? They got you horny?” “Sure did, you’re cute as hell. Maybe we can help each other out.” “How so ;)” “How about some fun that ends with my dick deep inside you?” “Perfect!” “You free now boy?” “Sure am… you’re place?” “Yeah,” he sent Luke his address. It was about twenty minutes away. “I’ll be there in half an hour?” “See you then boy.” Luke rushed around the attic gathering his things. He stuffed the journal and pictures back in their box and stashed them back in the corner. He tossed down several more bags of trash, and moved empty boxes off to one side making it look like he’d worked hard all day. He put his shorts on, and grabbed his shirt, locking the house as he rushed out. It was when he was getting in the car he realized his chest was covered in dried cum from his load earlier… fuck it he thought, and drove off. It was an easy drive to the next suburb over and Luke made it there almost exactly 30 minutes after his last message with Jack. He parked in the drive way, and sent a quick message to his mother saying he was meeting up with some friends from high school wouldn’t be home for dinner, and walked up to Jack’s front door. The man who answered his knock was exactly as he had been in the pictures. Tall and strong, bright kind eyes, but a slightly rough demeaner. He welcomed Luke inside. It was a nice house, a midcentury split level, still kitted out in all of its wild space age glory. Luke looked around and smiled. The dichotomy between the rough sex hungry beast in front of him and the clean perfectly pastiche home was spectacular and joyful. Something about its retro vibes fit into Luke’s fantasy in that moment, as if he had gone back in time, though he knew the midcentury had gone out a full decade before the journal had been written. Jack lead them through the little foyer and past a living room complete with low slung couches and tall spacey lamps, into a bright kitchen. “Fancy a beer,” His voice was warm and rich, rumbling out from deep in his chest. Luke accepted and they stood in the kitchen Jack leaning against the counter, Luke leaning on the island in the middle of the room. They made polite small talk: where Luke went to school, what he was studying; what Jack did for a living; why Luke was cleaning out an attic. “I found this box… can I sit on this?” He gestured to the island behind him. Jack nodded and Luke hopped up. “I found this box, and I have no idea who it belongs to, but it was full of old photos of naked guys, these gay porn rags from like the 1970s, a jockstrap and a journal.” “Wait seriously? Do you have a gay uncle or something?” “Not that I know of, that’s the thing. So I started reading the journal yesterday, and its like the story of this guy’s gay awakening. There was a black out in New York in 1977, and whoever wrote it ends up getting kinda drunk during the black out and hooks up with his roommate.” “Ok, well which of your relatives lived in New York in the 70’s,” Jack sounded casual but his shorts had started to swell. “Dunno. I’m hoping that I’ll find a clue or a name if I keep reading. But it’s so fucking hot. Seriously. He’s not just writing ‘my roommate fucked me gay panic ensues’ it’s like porn. He’s written every detail of what it was like to take his first cock, what it felt like as his roommate Brett bred him for the first time, waking up the next morning and wanting it again. I came all over myself reading it today.” “Fuck. So it wasn’t just hard work that got you horny was it?” “No, it uh…” Luke bit his lip and looked Jack dead in the eyes, “It was him describing getting fucked.” “It made you want to get fucked, didn’t it boy?” “Yes,” Luke felt a little breathless now, as Jack took a step closer to him. “You want a man’s cum inside you?” “Yes.” Jack was now right in front of Luke. He stopped just before they touched a pulled his shirt off over his head. Luke’s cock throbbed at the sight of Jack’s big pink nipples, bouncing muscular pecs, and thick swirling hair. He caught a whiff of the older man, and his mouth watered at the scent. “Take your shirt off boy.” Luke did as he was told, and pulled his own shirt off. “Looks like you didn’t even bother to clean up before coming here boy.” Jack ran his fingers through the dried cum in Luke’s chest hair. “No sir,” Luke answered in almost a whisper. “That journal had you so turned on you just rushed right over to get fucked.” Luke nodded. Jacks hands snaked around Luke’s body and up his neck holding his head in place. The older man pressed his mouth firmly to Luke’s and the college boy melted into the kiss. He would put up no resistance, he wanted to be fucked. Jack pulled Luke forward till just his ass was resting on the counter. Luke swung his legs around Jack, locking them around the big man’s middle, holding himself tight to Jack’s body. “Come here boy,” Jack said as he grabbed Luke by the ass and lifted him into the air. Somewhat awkwardly they walked, Luke holding tight to Jack with his legs, still kissing out of the kitchen. Jack dumped Luke back onto a bed and dove on top of him once more. He forced one of Luke’s arms up over his head and dove into the boy’s ripe pit. He lapped at the sweaty skin, till his whole face was covered in Luke’s scent. Luke’s eyes had rolled into the back of his head. He was already moaning as Jack explored his body. Jack took a step back. He pulled Luke’s shorts off in one swift move and looked at the toned college boy laid out in front of him. He took in the budding pecs, the pert nipples, tight stomach, and strong legs. He reveled in the fan of hair that was slowly taking over Luke’s chest, and the trail that disappeared into a… he paused looking at the old yellow jock. “You’re wearing the jock from the box aren’t you?” “Yeah,” said Luke a little sheepishly. “Fuck, you want me to breed you in that jock? Just like the guy in the journal?” “Yes,” Luke’s voice coming out in a breathless whisper. “Get on your knees boy.” Luke slid off of the bed and onto his knees. Jack turned away from the boy, and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He turned back around, fully naked and completely hard. His dick was even better than it had been in the pictures. The head, looked like it was three solid inches across easily, and was flatter than any cock Luke had ever seen. It was like one of those massive plugs guys played with that barely had any taper at all. It was going to stretch him wide and Luke wanted it. Jack stepped closer and smacked Luke in the face with his hard cock. Luke licked his lips and turned his head, opening his mouth wide. Jack smacked his cock against Luke’s tongue a few times before putting his hands on the back of the boy’s head and pushing his cock down his throat. Luke lapped at the invading member, swallowing hard as it passed his tonsils and allowing Jack to fuck his throat. Since that first time the bear had fucked Luke at school he had slowly been developing a taste for rougher sex. He liked having his throat fucked, he liked being thrown around. He had once been tied to a guy’s bed and bred without being able to move at all. He had a bit of a reputation with the college boys too of being a rough top. While for older guys like Jack Luke might be a hungry bottom with his peers he was much more vers. He’s spanked a classmates ass so hard and so many times during one hook up the boy hadn’t been able to sit for classes the next day – he had happily come back for seconds. Jack could sense what Luke wanted. He wanted to be used. He wanted the fantasy of being taken just like the author had been. He wanted Jack to work him over and then pump him full of cum. Luke was spluttering and gagging when Jack let him off his cock. The boy gasped for air as the big cock feel from his mouth. His chin was covered in spit and his eyes were watering, but the pouch of his old soiled jock was straining to keep his rock hard cock contained. From deep in the back of his throat Jack hauled a big wad of spit, “Mouth open boy.” Luke obeyed, looking up with big hungry eyes, his mouth wide. Jack hawked his spit straight into the boy’s mouth. “Swallow.” He then grabbed Luke under then arms and pulled him to his feet. He spun the young almost jock around and pushed him forward onto the bed. Luke had a thick round hairy ass, and when Jack spread the cheeks he found a pink pucker with a perfect spiral of hair growing around it. He ran a finger of Luke’s hole sending a shudder through his whole body. Jack got down on the ground, spat a thick wad of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then licked it. It twitched. Perfect, Jack thought, the boy’s not all talk, he’s experienced. Luke groaned in appreciation as Jack started to eat his hole properly. He dove his tongue in and out, pressing it into Luke’s sphincter, willing the tight hole open. He was soon rewarded for his labors and Luke’s hole began to soften and bloom. Jack had been right, this hole may look tight, but it has taken more than its share of cocks. Soon his whole tongue was flitting in and out of Luke’s hole. The boy was writhing and groaning in ecstasy. He had both hands on his ass spreading his hole apart, trying to get the older man’s tongue deeper into himself. Luke pushed back against Jack’s face, bucking into his tongue. Jack grabbed hold of the squirming boy and gave his ass one hard smack. Luke yelped, and his hole winked at Jack. The boy liked it. While he lubed a finger with his spit Jack gave Luke’s other cheek a powerful smack as well. Gently he rubbed the boy’s reddening cheeks, and started to finger his hole. First one meaty index finger working around the hole, pushing and probing. Then slowly he pressed the finger inside. Luke let out a guttural sound as the tension went out of his back and his full weight pressed into the mattress. Jack twisted that finger around, working it in and out. Then, withdrew it completely. He lubed it and the next finger with more spit and worked on then the other back inside the boy. Steadily he stretched Luke open, though really Luke was easy to open. Jack was grateful, he got so many inexperienced college boys looking to live out their daddy fantasy who really couldn’t take it. He’d spend an hour getting them open only for them to crap out after then minutes of fucking. Looking at Luke’s hole flexing around his two fingers he knew Luke could take it. With his free hand Jack started to lube his cock with yet more spit. He slathered it over the big flat head, working it down the sides till the whole shaft glistened. He got up and lined his cock up with Luke’s hole. “Please fuck me,” Luke moaned into the bed. “Oh I’m going to fuck you boy, don’t worry.” Jack spit into his hand again and smeared it on Luke’s hole before pressing forward. There was a long moment of tension, Luke took a couple long slow breaths, and then his hole opened. The first three inched of Jack’s cock vanished inside Luke’s hole as the boy opened around the mushroom tip. They both groaned as Jack sunk the rest of his cock inside Luke’s warm guts. All the tension was gone, the entry had been made, and both were in heaven. Luke’s hole was exactly the right sort of tight, it gripped the sides of Jack’s cock while not strangling it or making him fearful of hurting the boy; and the long veins on Jack’s cock along with its slight upward curve pulled perfectly at Luke’s insides working him open and pushing against all his pleasure centers. Jack rocked his hips back, pulling most of his cock out of Luke. For a moment they stayed there, with just the head of Jack’s cock holding Luke open, and then Jack slammed back inside. Luke moaned in pleasure. Jack did it again, and again, long dicking the boy’s hole till it felt completely open and use able. Fifty years ago, a relative of his had been discovering how good it felt to get fucked, and now Luke was bent over in a stranger’s house experiencing the exact same joy. When Jack flipped him onto his back without pulling out Luke just sighed with contentment. Jack smiled looking down at the grin plastered across Luke’s face. This was a boy who took pleasure in being fucked, who loved it. Jack growled and moved them so he was now over the boy fucking down into his hole. They were both sweating, Jack could smell the dried cum on Luke’s chest. He fished Luke’s cock out of the old jock’s pouch and stroked him while fucking his hole. The energy was shifting. Jack’s pounding was more ferocious. Luke moved Jack’s hand out of the way and started to stroke his own cock as Jack fucked him. He thrust his hips back against each buck forward, trying to push Jack deeper inside himself. They were both panting. The air around the felt hot and muggy. A drop of sweat fell from Jack nose onto Luke’s chin. “Fuck, you’re about to get your wish boy. I’m going to breed you.” “Yes! Please! Cum inside me.” “Oh, shit… Fuck… here…” “Yes!” “Take my…” “Give it to me.” “FUCK!” Jack slammed forward with all of his weight and his cock throbbed inside Luke’s hole. Luke felt the familiar rush as his insides were flooded with cum. His own cock pulsed once in his hand and then started to fire ribbons of cum across his chest yet again. Luke coated himself as Jack coated his insides. The two panted, and yelled, their orgasms reaching their peek and then slowly falling off. Luke’s head crashed back onto the bed, his hands falling limp to his sides. Jack supported himself, hovering above the boy his body shaking as the last waves coursed through him. “I fucking needed that,” he panted, looking down at Luke’s satisfied face. “Me too. Fuck. That felt…” Jack slid his softening cock for Luke’s hole with a soft plop, “Fuck, shit, that felt amazing.” Luke wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Thanks.” “Any time kid,” Jack handed Luke a towel. “Well, if the rest of the journal is a hot as the first few pages… I’ll probably be hitting you up a lot.” “Good.” They lazed around for a few minutes, still basking in the glow of their shared experience. Slowly Luke got up, tucked his cock back into the old used jock, and found his clothes. After a long kiss at the door Luke finally left and got back in his car. He was shocked to see it was after ten. Well, he thought, at least my going for drinks story seemed plausible now. Back at his parents he slipped upstairs and into the shower, he took his time washing the loads off his chest. His hole felt tender and well-fucked. He slipped a finger in and felt the telltale slickness of a fresh load. That night he fall asleep naked, the elation of a good fuck carrying him off to dreams of Brett, and Frank and the other men from the photos and all the stories he had yet to read.

Luke was in shock. Who the fuck had written this? Was it real? Had someone in his family, possibly his dad, had some life changing gay experience in the late 1970s? On top of that, had they then written about it in explicit detail in a journal? Luke felt a little weird being so turned on by the story given it was almost certainly someone he was related to writing it but also his cock was hard, he was covered in sweat and now all he could think about was raw cock. He flicked through the pages of the journal reading a few more of the dates and headlines. November 10, 1977 – The baths June 25, 1978 – Pride July 4, 1978 – Fire Island March 2, 1979 ­The last entry was for April 11th 1979. Luke read the first paragraph, a little knot in the pit of his stomach thinking about the time period and where they were in history. Please don’t like the hottest thing he’s ever read end in someone dying… Its sad to see Brett’s room empty. After all this time living together it’ll be weird not just having him around. But! It gives me an excuse to go to San Francisco to see him. Not to mention a whole new world of guys for us to enjoy. Oh thank fuck, Luke thought. Great, Brett moves away after three years of hot fucking. Luke picked up the stack of pictures again and leafed through them till he found the one he had been holding before. The blond with shoulder length mess hair, and heavy cock flopping onto his leg. He flipped the picture over. In the same tidy clear handwriting as the journal in all lowercase letters was written: brett 1978. This was him. This was Brett. Luke leaned back against a trunk he had already emptied, looked around the attic, and unbuttoned his shorts. With the photo propped next to him, and his own cock now uncovered and completely hard, he began to read again If that was the only time maybe I could have just written it off as a fluke. The heat, the beer, the closeness, the excitement and fear of a blackout across the whole city. But I can’t really use that excuse for waking up in Brett’s arms hard again. I can’t use it as I knowingly pushed back against his morning wood, feeling his erection rub between my cheeks as he slowly woke up. And I definitely can’t use it for accepting his kiss as he growled and turned my head to him. The passion was still there, but there was a familiarity now. This was a kiss that came with a history. His tongue pressed past my lips and I opened my mouth to let him in. I knew this tongue now, and it was comforting to feel his body against mine. His hands slid up and down my body, one finding my nipple and giving it a little twist. I gasped. Brett’s morning wood had turned into a raging erection full of heat and lust. His precum was making my cheeks slick as he ground it against my ass. I remember arching my back, I wanted it. I felt his cock catch on my hole, and pushed back against it. Brett growled at me and broke our kiss. He brought his hand to his mouth, spit onto his fingered and primed his cock. I felt the blunt pressure again. This time it was easier. I still felt slick, was his load from the night before still inside me? This time I pushed back as he pressed inside me, my hole gave way faster and his cock head sprung inside me. I groaned. I knew what to expect this time, and the waves crashed over me as before. I rocked back. I wanted him inside me. One of Brett’s hands was on my hip, guiding me, controlling my rhythm. The other, trapped beneath our bodies had a tight hold on my nipple, keeping me in place. He began to fuck me very slowly, tenderly. “God you feel so fucking good,” I said, as he kissed the back of my neck. “Your ass feels even better the second time. You know how to take my cock now.” “Brett, is this what its always like?” “What?” “Is this what its always like with another man, does it always feel this good?” “If you like this,” he whispered in my ear, “there is a whole world of fun I can introduce you too.” I groaned and pushed back onto his cock. Brett took control again, and rolled us so he was on top of me, my chest flat on the bed and my legs spread. He had one of his arms tight across my chest pulling me up into him, and the other braced forward. He drove his cock deep inside me with a steady rocking motion. My own cock was being ground into the mattress, making a big wet puddle of precum. He rocked me back, I was on my knees now and his hands were on my hips. He was hammering me. With long hard strokes he pounded his boner into me. The slapping of flash was back, and we both started to sweat again. The heat in the room was stifling, the power was still off, and the fan in the window say motionless. The still stale air began to wreak of sweat, and man, and sex. It is the hottest thing I have ever smelled. It turned me on more than anything with a girl ever had. I was harder than I have had been in my entire life as my best friend fucked me for the second time. I still hadn’t really stopped to think about what it all meant. Does this make me gay? Is Brett gay? What does that make us. Really it all felt so good that I didn’t stop to think about what we were doing till this afternoon when I was walking to work. I spent my whole shift thinking about it, I’m sure I fucked up several people’s orders because I was so distracted. I just kept thinking about Brett, and his cock, and my hole. I still feel tender. I guess that’s probably normal for someone who’s been fucked like four times a day for three days. I thought that I had to take a shit at work today, sat down on the toilet and all that came out was a literal river of Brett’s cum. I got hard right there in the bathroom and jerked off looking at his loads in the bowl. That’s when I bought this silly thing. I saw the journal at a news stand by the train and just grabbed it. But writing about it, thinking about how that morning Brett hand pushed me forward so my ass was in the air and pummeled my hole with his cock, has just gotten me horny all over again. I’m laying here in my room, naked and hard, thinking about the drops of sweat falling onto my back from his chest and he got closer and closer to orgasm. Jesus - maybe that’s my answer. Brett had said he could show me a new life, and over the past few days he’s shown me how good it can feel to be fucked, maybe I should let him. Maybe my answer is to just explore with him. Just thinking about how he roared and shot another massive load into me before collapsing on the bed, his big cock still hard and shining with cum and ass juice has me leaking precum. I wish I was sitting on his cock now. Fuck – that’s the truth, I want to sit on his cock, just like I did that morning. After he had cum, and was laying there, his arms behind his head basking in his orgasm. I had climbed on top of him and sat down on his still hard cock. It slid in easily, I was open now and full of his load. I jerked off while riding him. If I rocked in just the right way the head of his cock hit something inside me that made my balls pull tight to my body. The waves kept crashing as I stroked my cock and finally felt my orgasm spill out of me. I think it was probably the biggest load I had ever shot. It just kept happening, and quickly all of Brett’s chest hair was matted down with my load. “God you’re fucking sexy,” he said and pulled me close for a kiss. Our chests pressed together, smearing my load between us. His cock was still lodged in my ass and I felt it twitch. He started to rock up into me, his cock perfectly hard. “Again?” he asked. “Right now?” He made his cock pulse. I kissed him and whispered, “Yes.” Luke’s own cock throbbed and he started to shoot long ropes of cum up onto his chest. He leaned back, allowing his orgasm to crash over him. He looked at the photo of Brett, wondering where he was now, and wishing that the hot blond was pumping a load into him. As his orgasm subsided Luke noticed that the shadows had started to elongate and expand in the attic. It was late in the afternoon and the sun had moved to where only a small sliver spilled in through the small round windows. He looked around for something to clean up with, there wasn’t really much of anything. On an impulse he grabbed the old jockstrap and wiped his chest off with it. He held the journal for a minute, deciding if he should take it home with him. No, he thought, this was more fun, illicit somehow. He’d keep it here and use it to get off when he was bored cleaning the attic. He packed it back into the box with the magazines and the photos, but pocketed the now damp yellowed jock. He stashed the box in a corner, and grabbing his t-shirt climbed down the ladder. He locked up the house and drove back to his parents’ house. “How’d it go?” Asked Luke’s mom as he walked into the kitchen, “Wow you are filthy, and you reek.” “Thanks mom, hello to you too.” She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Here,” she handed him a beer and said, “go have a shower, dinner will be ready soon.” “Cool. Oh,” he put the box with the wedding dress on the kitchen island, “look what I found.” Gingerly his mother opened the old worn box and brushed aside the tissue paper. “Oh my God, is that?” “Grandma’s wedding dress, I think so.” “I can’t believe you found that. Your aunt’s been looking for it for ages. Luke, thank you.” “Ok, I’m off to shower.” Luke traipsed off upstairs slugging the cold beer as he went. Standing under the cool water of the shower Luke started to think again about the journal, who had it been? Who had Brett been fucking. He ran his hands down his body to his steadily stiffening cock. Leaning back against the cool tile wall of the shower he started to stroke himself again. The water cascading down his recently acquired pecs, and playing in his own bush. He thought about the big blond man with the broad hairy chest and cock that even when soft looked meaty and thick. He thought about how good it would feel to have Brett slide inside of him. How he was almost jealous of the author getting to experience that as his first cock. Luke’s first time had been good but they guy hadn’t been like Brett. He was quicker and less loving than Brett. Though, Luke thought, he had certainly been good enough to awaken the same hunger in him that the author had felt. After that first fuck it had been less than a week before Luke was googling gay dating apps and making a profile. That night he had taken a Lift to a guy’s house. He’d had Grindr for less than a day, and he was already hooking up. That guy had been Luke’s first taste of daddy cock. The 47-year-old, mustached, bear had tossed Luke onto his bed almost as soon as he got in the door. He bent Luke over and pulled the boys cheeks apart diving in as if Luke’s ass were an oasis in the desert. He hadn’t intended to take the man’s load, his first hookup had used a condom, Luke figured that was safer, but as the big bear tongued Luke’s hole his concerns about the real world had drifted away. He had arched back and pushed himself onto the bear’s cock when it was rubbed on his hole. As it slid inside him, stretching his almost virgin hole around its girth, Luke had been concerned with only how good it felt. It really wasn’t until he was in the Lift home, his own load still clinging to his chest, that he had thought about what the wet sticky feeling between his cheeks meant. He had panicked a little, run to the bathroom as soon as he got into the dorm, and pushed the bear’s load out. Seeing how much cum had been inside him made his cock stir too. A few days later Luke was back at the bear’s house, flat on his back taking another massive load. That had been the end of Luke’s condom use. He liked it raw. He wanted the guys loads. He was snapped out of his reverie by a knock on the door. “Dinner’s ready, come on,” his mother said from the other side of the door. “Ok, just a minute.” Luke looked down at his hard cock in his soapy fist and sighed, “to be continued.” He rinsed and dried off, padding barefoot with a towel wrapped around him across the little hallway to his room. He pulled his underwear drawer open, at first reaching for some comfy boxer briefs for the evening, but changing his mind when he spotted an old pair of white briefs at the back. He pulled them on, feeling how snugly they fit. Was this how Brett and the mysterious author had felt in their briefs? Luke had a hard time not glancing at his dad as they sat at dinner. Was he the author? Had he been the one getting fucked by Brett’s dick? Did they have more in common that Luke had thought? “Are you ok?” His mother asked as they all finished their food. “Huh? Oh yeah fine, just tired. That attic is hot.” “Take a Gatorade from the garage when you go upstairs,” his dad said. “Yeah, good idea. I’m gonna grab one and go lay down. I barely made a dent today.” Luke drained the whole Gatorade before he even made it all the way upstairs. He refilled the bottle with water in the bathroom and flopped down on his bed. He lay there, looking up at the ceiling for a long minute. He really was tired, the heat and the moving was exhausting, but his mind was stuck on the journal and the pictures. He stripped off down to his briefs, and lay on top of his covers. He turned off the ceiling fan, letting the air settle around him. He cracked a window letting the warm summer air into the room. His hand slid down his chest and stomach, slipping under the elastic of his briefs to the base of his cock. It had never completely deflated after his shower and the blood quickly flowed back into the shaft. With one hand behind his head, the light smell of man drifting from his pit, he jerked off again. His mind filled with images of Brett and the mysterious author. He put himself into the story, feeling Brett’s body pressed against him. Imagining Brett now as one of the older guys Luke has been bred by at school. He shot another big load over himself. He wiped most of it off with a towel and feel asleep. Images of the men from the photos drifting through his dreams all night.

9 Punishment and reward Brad, who had fallen asleep after playing with his ass because his master hadn't come anymore, woke up. He had woken up sober and for the first time since he was in the room, he wasn't upset with his thoughts. Because of the rest he had received yesterday, a kind of acceptance had come over him and a need for it. Acceptance of his situation that he could not change it anyway, he began to feel affection for his master, in need of chems because he had already become addicted to the intoxication and its exciting effect. The thoughts of His body had become accustomed to the use and began to long for it. His thoughts were no longer the things of his past life but they consisted of almost complete sex and especially extreme sex with men. He was still enjoying himself in his bed and was pulling on his stiff morning erection. His other hand went to his cunt and he no longer felt a tense sphincter but a slightly gaping hole. His finger slid in on its own and he started fingering himself while playing with his cock. He withdrew his hand and thought that he had to get ready for should the master come along. He got up and stepped to the place where he had to rinse himself, he also refreshed himself for a moment and when he was done he went back to the bed. Just as he took a seat on the bed, Jack came in. Brad got a warm feeling about himself at the sight of Jack. Get on your knees and put your head down and don't look at me slut jack said in a commanding tone, from now on when I get into the room I want you to greet me like that. Brad was shocked by Jack's hard way of talking and did what was asked of him without hesitation. Jack took some wristbands, ankle straps and a blindfold. He put the wrist and ankle straps on his slut and put the blindfold on him. Brad had to stand up again and Jack saw that this had to excite Brad because he saw that he had a stiff pole. What do we have here slut, are you excited ? Inside Jack was happy with what he saw, it meant that Brad had changed and that his work had paid off but he couldn't let Brad know. This can't be slut, you're not here for your own pleasure, you're here just for my pleasure, Brad had to know his place and that place was not at the top of the chain but at the bottom. He pulled Brad's hair and asked him if he had in the time he had been everything. Brad who was shocked by what happened and by the harshness with which he was treated again lied and said no master I have not sprayed any seed yet. You're lying slut said Jack, I know you've been jerking that you've cum and you've been licking your own seed. Brad tried again to say he hadn't done it and Jack patted him on the back of his head. Do you think I'm retarded or something. He took some chains and attached the wristbands to them. The feeling of fear and fright took over to Brad and he hoped that he was just fastened to scare. For a moment it was quiet in the room, Jack looked with a smile on his face at the terrified Brad who did not know what was going to happen. Brad heard footsteps it was Jack who walked up to the wall to take some attributes again. He came back to Brad and without saying anything he placed some squeezers on Brad's tiles, he was startled and curled his toes from the pain. Then Jack took only squeezers and placed them all over Brad's body. The last 3 he placed on the back limp dick and sack of his slut who couldn't hold it anymore and started moaning from the pain signals his body was giving him. Silence said Jack, this is the punishment you get for lying and for playing with your pole without permission. Jack took a seat behind Brad and started hitting his slut's body with his whip. With each stroke Brad gave moaning sounds coming from the mouth of Brad's toes curled he curled in pain and he tried to bite the pain but the pain signals came from all sides of his body. Jack enjoyed this and went one step further. He stopped flogging for a moment and took the chains and hoisted them a little higher so that Brad could only stand on his toes and had trouble standing in one place. Jack took the whip back and now came to stand in front of Brad. He tapped quietly against one of the squeezers and Brad felt the squeezer start to slide over his skin and come loose. Unloading the squeezer was not a nice feeling, it was a painfully acute feeling that Brad got and he danced on his toes from the pain and wept loudly. Silence slut accepts your punishment. Brad tried to say sorry but there went the next squeezer and again he got a shot of pain. Jack took a step back. Do you know why you are being punished, he asked Brad. Brad was still bewildering the pain said as soon as he could yes, yes. Jack shook his head and now hit one of the squeezers with the whip so that it also came loose. This hurt even more and Brad let out a loud scream. Even though his mind was busy processing the pain shoots, he knew that he had answered wrongly. His thinking pattern had already changed and he said again as soon as he could yes master, I know why. The next battle followed and this time some pinchers fell off. Well so slut, you start to learn to always speak with two words to your master and creator. Sorry master, I won't do it again Brad exclaimed and in the meantime a few more blows followed. With each stroke, Brad howled and struggled to stay on his toes. Now only the squeezers remained on his nipples, she flaccid dick and sack. I hope you learned your lesson he said to Brad and hit the 3 squeezers of his dick and sack in 1 time. Brad screamed in pain. Jack put the whip away and stood next to Brad and whispered in his ear. What you have undergone now is nothing compared to what I can do to you. But I'vealready had to help you so that you can't play this with yourselfanymore because you can't control yourself. He went back to the wall and took a cock cage. Brad felt Jack touch his flaccid dick and felt something cold being put around it he heard a click of a lock. Jack took off Brad's blindfold, he squeezed his eyes in front of the bright light and he wanted to look down but that didn't work because Jack was holding his head. From now on I decide when to play with your dick, understood. Brad nodded and shei Yes sir. Jack pulled the squeezers on Brad's nipples and said I hope so, at that moment the squeezers unloaded and Brad moaned loudly. He pushed his thumbs on the nipples and the pain Brad was experiencing quickly ebbed away. Jack took hold of Brad's head and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth who answered the kiss with his tongue. For a moment Jack kissed Brad and when he interrupted the kiss he spat in the face of his slut. He unloaded the chains Brad was able to stand on his feet again but he was equally exhausted by the blows he had received and sank through his legs and fell to his knees. Well so slut he said to Brad, get right on your knees without asking. Jack came to stand in front of Brad who was still catching his breath, drinking slut. Brad opened his mouth and Jack stuck his flaccid dick in the mouth of his slut and started emptying his bladder. Brad who was still sober let it all happen because he was still exhausted from the blows he was getting and tried to swallow everything. The piss filled his entire mouth and a few drops fell to the ground. When Jack finished and pulled his pole out of Brad's mouth he saw that there were a few drops on the ground he pushed Brad's face into it. You know you can't let anything go to waste from me and Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the drops off the ground. Brad came back up and longed for a boost of chems, his body longing for a daze. Make your master hard said Jack and if you do your best you can get a reward. Brad opened his mouth and wanted to place his hands on Jack's body to find some support but he got a chat to his head. Without using your hands slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth again and took his master's half hard pole into his mouth and started sucking hard. Jack shook his head and pulled brad's hair and pulled his pole back. Did I tell you I want it hard. You may learn how to spoil a man's cock. A real whore starts quietly and spoils a cock because he likes to do it, you act like you want to get rid of it quickly. Start over. Brad nodded and said sorry master. You shouldn't say sorry slut you have to do it right. What else should I do with you if you can't even suck a dick properly. He opened his mouth and with his tongue he licked around his master's glans. He had to do well because his master's flaccid dick moved up and down through his lick and began to swell. He kissed and licked Jack's big thick mushroom and gently sucked it in. Good slut that's already much better said Jack. Brad quietly sucked at the top of his master's pole and worked it in little by little more until he was all the way in his's mouth. He felt Jack's dick getting harder and harder and filling his mouth more. The feeling of having a piss-smelling cock in his mouth made Brad horny and he felt that his cock wanted to get hard but that it didn't work out. He still hadn't seen what his master had done when he was blindfolded. He sucked and licked Jack's thick hard cock more and more intensely. Jack pulled his slut's hair and told him to learn to watch the man he sucked on his cock. Brad sucked on and now looked at his master. Jack shook his head and said slut you have 1 more chance or you'll get another lesson from me. You have to look like a slut enjoying himself, you have to look like a hungry whore who wants to suck the seed out of that cock and not like a scared or disinterested dick. Brad understood what his master was telling him to do and looked at his master as if he was licking a lollipop and enjoying the taste the lollipop gave him. That's already better, but you still have a lot to learn. Brad tasted his master's precum and he went into ecstasy, his eyes became smaller and began to turn slightly and for the first time Jack saw a sober slut look at Brad. Well so slut that is I wanted to see. Enjoy your master's fat pole. Jack grabbed Brad's head and pushed his pole deep into his throat. Brad was already able to suppress his gag reflex well and his throat became more and more accustomed to being fucked deep throat. Hmm this is the slut take your master's full pole inside. Jack started thrusting into the mouth of his slut and wanted to discharge his seed but stopped because he didn't think he deserved it yet. He withdrew his stiff drool-lined cock from his slut's mouth and went to the table where the chems were. Brad stayed on his knees and looked for the first time at his dick which was now trapped in a steel cage. He wanted to pull it but he knew if he did he would be punished again. Jack came back with a small mirror with 2 fat lines on it. Brad looked Jack in his eyes, those 2 lines were new to him, he was already used to smoking Tina or getting horny from a burning sensation in his cunt or getting a squirt. Here slut, daddy has for you your special vitamin K. You may soon pinch one nostril and sniff a line with your other slut and then you do the same with your other nostril. Dare to blow it away and you will pay for it. Brad's body calmed down at the thought of getting another shot of chems right away and he couldn't wait to work the line into his nose. He placed his index finger against his nostriland pushed it shut and like a pro he sniffed the first line inside. I see that you exactly need a new fix slut, so greedily sniffing that first line. Brad enjoyed the feeling of calm feeling he got from the line that had just disappeared into his nose. He now pinched his other nose and sniffed the other fat line. He came back to sit up, Jack grinning at the sight of Brad's face. Oh slut, you're a real drug whore. Clean your nose because it is full of white powder. Brad rubbed his hands over his nose and at that moment hitand into the chems. He started to float and his body felt like rubber. Jack straightened him up and Brad really struggled to get his body under control. How he had gotten that he could hardly control his own body anymore. Jack put him in the sling and fastened his arms and legs. He took a chair and the special lube and a jar of grease. Brad had trouble moving, he started drooling and his body felt numb. He saw Jack take a seat on the chair and he felt Jack push his fingers into his cunt. He felt the burning sensation rise again and he began to moan. Jack waited a moment and once pulled on Brad's trapped dick and hit his balls a few times. Brad barely reacted and Jack saw that his slut was flying wellw as. Jack grinned, ready for your first steedebutt slut. Brad mumbled something unintelligible, he enjoyed the warm feeling he got and begged his cunt to be filled. The empty feeling in his hole was short-lived as it felt a thick dildo push against his sphincter and slide in. Jack pushed the dildo all the way into Brad's cunt. That goes very smoothly Slut I'm proud of you. He took the thick dildo he had placed on the fucking machine and pushed it against Brad's sphincter. The sphincter was already fairly open and with a little effort the dildo slid in nicely. Brad who was still drooling was droolingviolently, the greasy dildo stretched his hole all the way open. Jack started fucking his slut with the dildo and pushed him deeper and deeper until he was on the two rings and couldn't go any further. I will open that second ring with my fist slut don't worry said Jack and Brad who was completely in trance. After Jack had fucked Brad's cunt with the dildo for a moment he took him out of the meanwhile gaping hole. He took the jar of fat and took a quantityof egg in his hands, he smeared it over and into the hole and worked 4 fingers inside and made twisting movements with his hands. Brad was still flying heavily but the heaviest effect of the chems was diminishing. He still had no control over his body but could already think a little more clearly and had stopped drooling. He groaned at the feel of the four fingers stretching open his hole. Jack now took turns pushing his hand inside the gaping hole, only pushing his thumb in with him was not yet possible. He took some more fat and pushed his hand in again and turned around in Brad's cunt and placed his other hand and pushed it in as well. Brad felt that his cunt was full and his sphincter at his maximum and started moaning. We're not going to stop slut yet, you're almost there. He took a bottle of poppers, poured some on a cloth, put it in a gas mask and placed the mask on Brad's head. Brad couldn't help but sniff the aroma, Brad started flying and moaning more violently again. Jack felt that his closingmuscle was relaxing again and took some more fat and pushed his hand inside. He felt he was almost there and with his other hand he pulled on the sphincter to make some more room and then it happened. The pinch of the thumb was over the sphincter, disappeared into Brad's lair and sothe rest of the hand went in. Jack was now up to his wrist in Brad's cunt, Brad moaned heavily because with each breath he sniffed a new load of poppers and was completely tripping. Jack made a fist in Brad's cunt and spun around in it. He withdrew his hand a bit and felt that he was back on the sphincter. He pulled and pushed every time until he was back at that point. Brad didn't know what he was feeling, in his mind his cunt was central and it had to be filled. But his cunt was already filled but he wanted more, he wanted deeper, he wanted it harder. He felt perfect with his master's fist in his cunt but it wasn't enough. Jack withdrew his hand from Brad's cunt and took off the mask. The chems were almost finished and Brad needed another trip. He took the pipe filled it with crystals and took a lighter. He loosened Brad's arms and gave him the pipe and lighter. I want you to blow clouds slut. Brad nodded and melted the crystals in the pipe and inhaled the white smoke. He held it in as long as he could and the moment he blew out Jack pushed his fist back inside Brad. Brad called out loudly fill me master, fill my hole with everything you have. The fist went in much smoother and Jack wanted to get through the two rings. He pushed on until he reached the second ring and stroked it with his fingers. Meanwhile, Brad continued to blow big white clouds. Jack felt his slut's hole getting hot again and felt the tension on the two muscles slacken. Jack gently pushed his fingers through the opening and Brad began to moan more violently again and called for more. Jack withdrew his fist and now also loosened Brad's legs and helped him out of the sling and threw him on the bed. Sit on all four slut Brad who was flying back did what was asked of him. Brad stepped back to the table of the chems and took a bottle and threw it on the bed. Drinking slut it will do you good. The bottle was provided with a good dose of G and Brad drank it eagerly. Jack came back behind Brad and he smeared his fist and his arm up to his elbow with grease. He gave another bottle of poppers to Brad and told him to sniff like he had just sniffed that line and Brad did what was asked of him. The G started to work and perfectly complemented the Tina which was already flying around in system. He sniffed the poppers and he felt Jack push his fist inside. The moment the fist was sucked in was the supreme moment of pleasure for Brad and he showed his master that he enjoyed this by pushing his ass back and ramming the fist deeper into his cunt. Well so slut, fuck yourself on your master's fist. Although this was only the first time Brad had been fisted, he was a natural talent. Jack released his fist into Brad's hole and stretched his fingers. Brad was still riding his master's fist and enjoying every moment. Jack felt the second ring again and pushed the second ring open with the help of Brad who was riding harder and harder on his master fist. Brad moaned loudly and fell down on the bed. Because of his and riding harder and harder on his master fist, he had without realizing it himself ensured that Jack had been hit by the second muscle and was now completely in his intestines. Look at you what a dirty, horny whore you are. So hard riding on your master's fist. Look what kind of slut you've become. You make your daddy proud son. Brad groaned at hearing what his master said about him. He wanted to get the arm even deeper but he was exhausted. Jack saw this and thought it was enough. He withdrew his arm from Brad's gaping hole and turned it on his back. Brad's eyes turned in his eye sockets, he was sweating profusely and his mouth fell open and he was gaping for breath. I'm proud of you today slut. You have shown that you have embraced your true self. Tomorrow we can see if you get through your first test. Jack wanted to rest him but Brad didn't have enough and wanted seed. Give me your seed master squirt my hole full of your seed. Jack looked at the squirming Brad on the bed begging for his seed and grinned loudly. You want my seed slut. You don't have enough yet. Well I hope you can handle it because you will get my seed. He pulled Brad to the edge of the bed and pulled his legs down to his neck. His stiff pole sat effortlessly into Brad's gaping hole and he went straight to his balls in Brad's cunt. Brad groaned with pleasure. Oh slut your tight pussy is gone, from now on I can pound you as hard in your cunt as I want. He took another narrow dildo and stuck it by his cock into the gaping hole. Oh yes master, Brad groaned. Fuck my hole, it's completely yours. You didn't have to tell Jack that twice and he started pounding Brad hard and pushed the dildo inside each time. Every time Jack's hard dick came in, precum came out of Brad's flaccid caged dick. Jack reached his high point and moaned loudly. Here comes the slut. Here comes your reward. Brad felt his hole fill with his master's seed. Jack withdrew his limp pole and he saw his seed running out of Brad's gaping cunt. He licked up his own seed and kissed Brad and let the seed run into his mouth. Brad tasted his master's seed and swallowed it eagerly. Rest from my son, and make sure you are ready for your test tomorrow. Brad could barely say yes sir and fell asleep.

Part 2: Chaos Begins I felt a cool breeze from the night air wash over my exposed ass. My hole puckered. I was swimming in fuzzies from the molly and anticipation. I gyrated on the bed. The cool breeze stopped as the stranger in the room closed the door. I was waiting, ass up, face down, half hidden under bedding but fully exposed to a stranger, waiting, wanting, and needing to get railed. My body felt warm and light, there was a sense of exhilarating freedom coursing through me. I heard the sound of things being placed on the bedside table. Clothing being removed. The clink of a belt hitting the floor. The rustle of clothing. The shifts of a body moving from foot to foot, place to place. I was so high that I felt like I could feel shifts in the pressure of air in the room. His movements sending currents through the small room that could be felt by the tiniest hairs on my body. Everything felt slow and intentional. I felt his body get on the bed to the right of me. It felt like he was kneeling next to me. “Here. Sniff these.” Poppers were placed near my hand. I have never tried poppers, but I certainly knew what they were. I didnt feel any hesitation. I took the bottle, opened them up, and placed the opening under my nostril while under the sheets. I took 4 large, deep inhalations, feeling the electricity of the molly mixing with the thrumming of the poppers. I groaned deep and low. “Fuck yah”, he said. The stranger stayed next to me, kneeling on the bed. He lifted up the bedding more, so it only covered the base of my neck and head. Everything else was completely uncovered. He took my free right hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. I could picture it, I could see the image he sent on grindr. His large mushroom head was wet with precum as I stroked it slightly. I could feel it pulsing as it filled my hand, radiating heat and lust and need. I was going to get used. “Stroke it, get it ready for your ass.” I played with it, slowly, appreciating its size and weight. It felt important in my hand. Like it had purpose that I was created to fulfill. I couldnt see him or his dick, but my highness gave me a different experience. It was heightened and as I stroked him, I could picture so much more than my eyes would ever tell me. My mouth felt really dry and I felt uncontrollably high. My eyes were closed but I could picture so much. Noises were colors, my shaking energy was a wash of pink behind my eyes and the radiant heat from his dick was orange. I could feel so much and I wanted so much. I groaned, “fuck me”. I was about to get what Trev got. A strangers dick in his hole. He moved away from the right of me and into position behind me. Where there was previously a cool breeze from the open door, now there was a warm sensation on my ass and hole. He was blowing on me. Fuck. My asshole twisted and i shivered. It was too much. I heard him spit and felt a wad land right on my hole. He blew some more. Spit. Then blew some more. He was in control. “What a nice ass and hole. You gonna give it to me?” I just groaned. “You got anyone else lined up?” I didnt know how to respond, or if I should. So I just groaned again. Speaking wasn’t much of an option anyway. My thinking and rational humanity was replaced by desire and lust. He brushed his finger on my hole, teasing it slightly, just lightly pressing a finger at the edge, before moving up and down my crack. “No one else eh? You want some cock? I wanna hear you.” Again, I just groaned. As I did he inserted a finger, right to the base knuckle. I whimpered in response, “yesssss. I want to get fucked.” I clenched on his finger, feeling him inside me, holding himself there. “Yeh, you are going to get fucked. Keep sniffing those poppers”. I almost forgot. I opened them up and sniffed, feeling my asshole clench less and less. “That’s it. Don’t clench, let go. Open up for me.” He moved his finger slowly in and out. “Keep sniffing. Take deep hits. I want you nice and loose for this cock.” Groan. I could feel him using his thumb to rub up and down my taint, stroking lightly near my balls. He inserted a second finger. I started to clench. “No boy, don’t clench. Stay loose. You need to be nice and loose for my fuck.” I whimpered more. I pressed my chest and face further into the mattress, lifting my ass and body up more with my core, spreading my legs more and bringing my knees closer to my head. He was so deep inside and I felt open and loose, just like he wanted. . “Fuck yeh. You ready for the dick?” I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. Just then, I got a glimpse of Trev again and remembered the top asking him if he wanted the load. I wanted this man to fuck me, and I wanted it raw. He pulled his finger out and shifted on the bed. I heard him spit again a few times followed by the slap of a cock on my hole. I couldnt help myself, I pushed myself back onto it. I reached back with my left hand, but just as I did, he pulled away. “Just need to get myself hard”. It felt pretty hard already. But I knew he was in control. “Put your hands forward and sniff those poppers boy. You want this, I know it.” I did as he commanded. Just as I took a third huge sniff, I felt his cock head at my hole. He just left it there with just the slightest bit of pressure, easing his way inside me. I couldn’t handle it. I let out a slow and long moan. “That’s right, just take it. Yeah boy. Just give your ass up to fuck. Ill get you ready for other guys.” Holy fuck I was spinning. “Yeah you like that don’t ya? Just fucking using you.” The feelings and sensations were so intense. I had never experienced anything like this before. “You were made to get fucked, weren’t you. Tell me boy.” I just groaned. “I wanna hear you say it boy. Tell you were born to get fucked.” I could barely form words, but I heard the authority and urgency in his voice. I could feel it. I responded, “I… I am made to get fucked.” I barely finished saying the word ‘fucked’ and he thrust inside me completely. I let out a loud and deep groan, throwing my hands out in front of me and pressing my chest and upper body deeply into the bed. He started fucking me right away, deep long strokes. I was there to be used. He pounded away. It was like he went from 0 to 60, teasing me, blowing on my hole, and forcing me to commit to being his fucktoy. Then, as soon as he got what he wanted he dove in. He didn’t hesitate or ask for anymore permission, he just leaned into the heat. He was now there to use me and get off. The molly, poppers, rum, and the experience were overwhelming me, but I suddenly remembered I asked him if he was safe. I know I meant using a condom, but I vaguely remembered that I almost intentionally left out details so that it was up for interpretation. He was pounding me with deep, intentional, and fast thrusts. The bed was moving, my body felt like it was being struck by waves of sexual pressure. He was never outside of me, but he was creating friction and a pulling sensation with his cock in my hole. I kept picturing it pulling at the edges of my insides. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel his dick as it entered my hole. I kept picturing his hard dick inside me. I reached back with my left hand and moved towards my ass. Instantly he grabbed it, positioning it over my head and pushing my body forwards. I collapsed fully into the bed. “Unh uhh. You are not in control. I am. Sniff those poppers boy. You are going to get what you need. You like this dick?” His weight was fully on top of me. I felt like I could barely breathe with the pressure on me. But I took some poppers anyway. The movement of his body was creating loud slapping noises and my cheeks, his body, and his balls slapped together. I pictured his cock, I thought of Trev, and I remembered the top asking him, “You want it?” Followed by Trev demanding that he be bred by the top. I whimpered, “Fuck. I want it.” The top inside me chuckled. “Yeh, you want it. I know you do. You are going to get it.” Deep, hard strokes were filling me up. “You are going to get it. Ill lube you up for the next guy.”I couldnt even comprehend the idea of another top, another fuck, but I think he was right. I wanted it. “Please, give it to me. Deeper.” I could hear myself, but I could barely believe it was me. I felt like I was roleplaying as a cumdump junkie, something I would normally judge others for. I was so happy in my relationship, I was proud that I wasn’t just some other slutty gay cliche, yet here I was. Getting railed by a stranger, probably raw. Just like Trev. I was just like Trev. I wanted to feel everything Trev felt. I could feel his rhythm changing. He was getting ready. Each thrust felt like it was sending fire throughout my body. I was loose, but I was so high I felt like I wasnt even getting to feel his cock. I wanted to feel it, especially as he shot. “Don’t clench. Stay loose.” I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. “The harder you clench, the harder I am going to fuck.” Goddamn it. His language, his words, how he owned me. It was driving me wild. “All right boy, I see how it is going to be. Get ready.” He picked up pace and he was true to his word. I couldn’t stop clenching and gyrating my ass to his movements. My cock was rubbing up hard against the bed and it felt like it could burst at any moment. He shoved hard and deep, going harder and deeper than I expected he could. It felt violent and raw. I had no rights here, just a hole. “Fuck yeh. Get ready. Here it comes.” Suddenly I felt fearful. What the fuck was I doing. I started to freak out a bit. “Dont breed me… I… I only play safe.” He laughed and groaned, shoving his cock deep. “Too late boy. You are getting it deep.” He spasmed. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak. I was too much of a slut. Too much of a hole. I wanted it and any resistance I felt was outweighed by the drugs and the desire I felt. He pistoned a few times, placing his load deep in me but also letting me feel his raw cock a few more times, then he pulled out. “Fuck dude, I came a lot. That is a sweet hole.” I started to move and pushed myself up a bit and back to all fours. “No. stay down.” he pushed me back roughly into the bed. I could tell I was leaking from my ass and also my cock. The cummy jock was silky and soft, but soaked through with precum. I felt his body shift as he leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my hole. “Yeh that’s it. You loved it didnt you? It would be a shame if you stopped now. Do you want more, boy?” At this point I couldnt feel control over my body and even my spirit. I was an aimless fuck crazed slut. “Yeh. I gotta jet, but you should get fucked.” He grabbed my junk roughly with his other hand. I could barely contain myself. The feeling of my cummy ass and his fingers roughly pawing at my junk sent me over the edge. I started cumming and it oozed through the jock. “Fuck yeh. You little slut. That’s okay, just more lube for the next guy.” He scooped up the cum by pulling the jock to the side. He reached up and around to my face and shoved his other fingers in my mouth. I could taste myself. He went back, grabbed more of the jizz in my jock, and then shoved those fingers in my hole. “Ill check in on you, boy. You are good boy and you are going to be a good boy for other guys I hope.” He pulled out and I felt empty. I heard him getting dressed and he didnt say anything else. A few moments later he slapped my ass. Then he was gone. I heard the door open and close and I was alone. I felt drained, but so incredibly high. I could tell it was going to last a while. I had cummed, but my cock was rock hard. I rolled over and inserted a finger in my ass. Fuck I was wet and loose. I grabbed my phone and tried my best to use it give how high i was. It wasn’t working well. I couldn’t believe I wanted more, but I did. All I could think was, what have I done and am I ready for more? I was about to find out. ----- Note from author: Tell me what else should happen and maybe Ill continue chad's descent?

Similar experience for me. We met at the tubs, had just over 30 wonderful years together. Usually went out cruising together, but sometimes we went to different fuckjoints. Often had small groups over, or went to group-fuck events. We were both pigs, but he passed a number of years ago, and I miss him every damn day. Very happy for you, EuRawBottom, that you found the right man to share your life with. It's a gift from the Universe to find the right man we can be completely honest and open with, and go do it all with him.

Hi all, I’m a sub bottom with a huge kink around sweaty socks, sneakers, guys in sweatpants, sweaty pits. Not really into bare feet. Love humid socks and gears right after a good workout. Love being forced to sniff socks and pits while being fucked, and feeling the top’s sweat dripping on me. Anyone else into that?

It was unexpected – I’ll admit that right up front. In fact, I wasn’t even planning or looking to get laid that day. I was 20 years old and taking a summer class, so I stayed at my college for the first part of the summer. The college was located in a small town, mostly bars and mom-and-pop stores with homes built in the mid 1990s. When the college emptied out for the summer, so did the town. In fact, several of the bars closed for the season due to lack of business. It was a weekday afternoon. I was done with my class and decided to walk the mile and a half to the convenience store to grab a few things for my dorm room. It was an unusually warm day, so I pealed off my shirt, walking in just my shorts and flip flops. The sun felt awesome and, to be honest, I was feeling kinda sexy. I wasn’t thinking rationally — I know gingers are supposed to avoid the direct sun, but I didn’t care. I didn’t usually strut around shirtless in public, but the heat demanded it, and it felt good to do so. I wanted to feel free and sexy. Not that there were many people around to see. I was walking past the row of college bars. Things were pretty dead this afternoon. I saw one of the staples of Bar Row was open, The Pit. I’d been in there just a few times. It was more of a Townie bar, though the college students would certainly go in on weekends. The front of the bar was open to the street, and most of the seating was at the bar itself. I saw a few people sitting there drinking. One guy caught my attention. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with sneaker; his clothes had some paint stains on them. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair under a baseball cap. I think his name was Henry, and I’d met him a few months earlier through a friend of mine. Henry was a Townie, and he’d fucked my friend Jared during the school year. He saw me on the sidewalk and waved, then motioned me to come up to the bar. I hesitated. He motioned again, and I took a few tentative steps, not sure about going into the bar. Did I need to put on my shirt? What if they wanted ID? “How’s it going?” He asked as I got closer. “Good. Just walking down to the store.” “You’re Jeremy, right?” “Yeah. You’re Henry, right?” He grinned. “So you remembered me? I didn’t expect that.” He motioned to the bartender. “He needs a beer.” I froze, figuring this was where I got tossed out. “What are you drinking?” I answered and an icy bottle appeared in front of me. Henry pushed the little pile of dollar bills closer to the edge of the bar, and the bartender took some out of it. Seems any paying customer is welcome on a slow day. Henry and I made some idle chat while sharing a beer. Then he ordered us a pitcher. Henry wasn’t a great conversationalist. He was a local painter, never been to college, and had lived most of his life in this area. He didn’t travel much, except down to Key West a couple of times to “check things out.” He did talk about some resorts he went to that “were really hot and a lot of fun.” He was giving off subtle signs he was interested. Hr brought up my friend Jared, who had introduced us. “Jared’s a lot of fun once he relaxes,” Henry said grinning. “You two ever play together?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t even talk about what I do sexually with someone else. I felt awkward and exposed by the question. I probably blushed. “We’ve played around a bit.” Henry grinned. “Probably not the way I’ve played with him. I think Jared learned a few new things.” That sent a thrill though me. Jared and I had had sex several times, usually after being out on the weekend. But we’d also shared a couple intentional nights where we explored together. He’d been the first person to fuck me. Only a couple guys had done it since. There was something about Henry that Jared had tried to tell me about. I knew they’d had sex a few times while I was dating someone briefly. Something about it had surprised Jared, and kind of bothered him, but he wouldn’t say what it was. “Did Jared tell you I am poz?” I froze for a moment. “No. He didn’t.” “Ah. I thought he might have. It spooked him at first, even left my apartment the first time I told him. But he came back. Once you get past all the stories about it, you realize you can still have a lot of fun.” I didn’t answer, unsure what to say. I’d always been told to avoid it, not to hook up with someone who was poz, that condoms were essential for sex, even when giving a blow job. I’d tried using them for a blow job, and it was totally awful — I decided it was worth the risks to suck a bare cock. At one point Henry slid off his stool to go the restroom, running his hand across my abs as he did so. I didn’t pull away. He was probably twice my age, but something about this was alluring. I’d never been in this situation before, and there was something about it that made me tingle. I also had to pee, so I took the opportunity to follow him toward the restroom. It was a dingy, smelly trough in the basement. Henry was standing there finishing up, shaking his dick vigorously. He looked over at me and grinned. He shook it again, letting me see the head. I was definitely feeling the beers and just stared at his cock as I stood at the trough and pulled out my own. “You like what you see?” He asked. I hesitated. What do I say? This isn’t how I’ve met guys in the past. Sure I’d snuck peeks at guys dicks at the urinal before, but never so obviously, and no one had ever asked me that question in the bathroom. “It’s okay, college boy. You should like it.” Henry stepped closer, and my hand automatically reached out to feel his dick. It was semi hard. A thrill went right through my body. The door creaked and Henry stepped away immediately. Another guy walked in, loudly proclaiming his need to pee. Henry zipped up and walked out as I struggled to hide my hardon. It took me a minute before I could pee with it. When I went back to the bar, he was back having his beer. “Finish your beer and then we’ll move on?” He suggested. “I have some beers at my place.” My heard starting racing. He wanted to take me back to his place. I wasn’t naïve or stupid. I knew what this was. My cock was hard again. I hadn’t had sex in weeks and was feeling super horny. Henry had fucked Jared a bunch of times — he must be good if Jared kept going back. And now I wondered how soon Jared had known Henry was poz. It made be nervous knowing that, and I should probably say “no thanks.” But I couldn’t muster those words. Standing there in just my shorts and flip flops, shirt tucked into my shorts, I wanted to see what would happen. His hands reached up under the leg of my shorts and started caressing the inside of my thigh. I got super nervous that the bartender would notice, but no one was watching us. “Did Jared tell you I have a thing for gingers? I’d asked him about you a few times.” I didn’t know either of those things. “Let’s get going, college boy. I have something I’ve been wanting to give you for awhile.” [If you’re enjoying the start of the story, let me know. You can simply click the blue heart to inspire the story.]

The title will make a little more sense as you read on. I got pinged the other day while on Manhunt. The guy said he liked my look. I immediately pulled up his profile and he had a few face pics and described himself as 27, 5’10” and 180 and Puerto Rican. His profile was also one of those professional profiles that massage therapists use so I texted back and asked if he was looking for clients. He said “Not today.” His profile said nothing about what he was into and for some reason, I didn’t feel comfortable asking. The guy was certainly super-hot according to his stats and frankly even though I prefer to bottom, I’ve been known to throw a hot fuck from time to time. We set up a time and I jumped into the shower and got cleaned up preparing for the unexpected. The address took me to a duplex. I started getting the familiar butterflies in my stomach when I’m about to fuck someone I’ve never seen or met. There is the possibility that this was a bogus address or a bogus profile. I took a deep breath and knocked. I feel my nips harden and my cock twitch in anticipation. When the door opened, I was stunned. Before I could process anything, he ushered me into the house and closed the door. He didn’t look like his profile pics. I’ve heard buddies tell stories about people misrepresenting themselves with their profile and when they meet and learn the truth, it’s an awkward hot mess. I’ve been lucky in that I have only had one such gross misrepresentation. As my brain was processing the “disconnect,” I realized that the issue was that his profile pictures weren’t flattering to him. This guy was an unbelievably beautiful human specimen. He looked almost identical to Enrique Iglesias but more defined and muscular. He looked like a high-fashion model. If you saw him on the streets, you would embarrass yourself by staring. He had dark short hair and a well-groomed 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. His nipples were the size of quarters and deep bronze in color. His chest was perfectly pronounced with a very deep sternum line dividing two huge pectoral muscles. There was no question that this guy was out of my league. I searched my brain for a dignified way to get us both out of this situation. There was no doubt in my mind that he had made a mistake. Think. Think. He walked me from the door, through the living room and gestured for me to move into what I suspected would be a bedroom. Once inside he closed the door. This wasn’t a bedroom at all. It was dark except for glowing reddish lights coming from different parts of the room. Soft music was playing and candles were lit. I could smell something that reminded me of jasmine. We were in his massage room. Enrique turned to me and wrapped me in his muscular arms and whispered in my ear, “You are perfect. You have no idea how much I’m into your look.” I was dumbfounded. It’s not that I have low self-esteem, in fact just the opposite. I take good care of myself. But this guy was mesmerizing. It was like looking at him cast a spell over me and that made me nervous. Enrique began to unbutton my shirt and immediately started licking and sucking on my neck and worked his way down to my tits. I moaned in appreciation and he switched to the other tit and began to unbutton my pants. When they feel to the floor he reached around and grabbed one cheek in each hand and used his expert trained hands to massage my glutes moving them around and spreading them apart. I have big ass cheeks and he moaned in appreciation. It felt great. He released my tit from his mouth and looked at me and started deep kissing me. I moaned from inside his kiss and we ground our faces together exchanging saliva. I ran my hands all over his body. Everything was perfect. I reached to his crotch but he had a jock on so I couldn’t figure out what he was packing. It didn’t matter. This guy was a fucking god and I was going to enjoy every inch of him. He moved me over to his massage table and had me lay on it face down. Next he moved down between my legs and spread them. Again he massaged and kneaded my ass with steady strength. I pushed back to let him know he could work my butt as hard as he liked; that I could take it. He received the message and intensified his grip. I felt his hand move down through the ditch of my ass and graze my hole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger all around it. He spit some more and inserted his finger and finger fucked me for a few minutes. I slowly began to realize this guy was a top. He was ass obsessed. His finger retreated and was replaced with his tongue. He didn’t start slow like most guys do. He buried his tongue to the hilt and began to dart in and out of my hole all the while delivering copious amounts of saliva into my ass. Much of it spilled over onto his chin and my balls, but it was certainly getting me hot and beyond horny. He started trading off between his fingers and his tongue. He had eventually worked three fingers in and out of my ass-cunt. Enrique said very quietly just above a whisper, “Push out.” I didn’t hear him and asked him to repeat it. “Push your cunt out.” He said a little louder. This was music to my ears. I crunched my abdominal muscles and pushed the ring of my ass outward like I was taking a shit. “Yeah, dude, just like that. Stay right there.” Next I felt him suck my hole into his mouth causing a vacuum and then use his teeth to encase my rosebud and lightly bit down. The sensation was awesome. No one had ever done that to me before. He continued to trade off between sucking and nipping. “I moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” For the next 5 minutes or so, he continued to worship my hole like that. When he let go, my rose bud snapped back inside my ass and began pulsing. At this point he walked around to the front of the massage table and I could see through the face cradle that he had taken his shorts off. Enrique had one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever had. He was super hard and uncut. His foreskin naturally retracted to the base of the head and was the same color as the rest of his cock. His jet-black bush was perfectly trimmed and clear goo had bubbled up to the tip. This had to be a 10-inch dick. It was perfectly straight and was about as fat as a golf ball. I reached out and held it. The heat radiating from his rod was exhilarating. He helped me down off the table and I hit my knees and opened my mouth licked the pearl drop from the tip then descended down his magnificent rod. I got about halfway down and his cock got stuck at the back of my throat. I pulled back delivering profuse amounts of saliva to coat his fat monster to make it easier to work with. Enrique could tell from my behavior that A) I was a cock slut and B) I was hungry for dick. I couldn’t help it. I needed this cock in my mouth. I blew him for about 10 minutes this way. I had saliva everywhere. It was running down my chin and onto my chest and then onto the floor and down his shaft and onto his balls and then onto me. I had tears streaming down my face and cock snot coming out of my nose. I was not about to give up. Enrique stopped me and had me stand up. He gave me a hand towel to wipe up my face. “Let’s try this.” He patted the massage table. “Jump up here and get on your back.” He helped me up and had me slide my head completely off the end of the table. He had at some point removed the face cradle. He opened a bottle of poppers and gave me a hit in each nostril. My head was upside down so it was tricky, but as I began to fly, I really appreciated the offering. With my head hanging off the table I was in the perfect position for him to slide his cock into my mouth. I immediately felt this was really comfortable. His cock was thick, but I was confident that with enough patience and willpower we could do this. As he fucked in and out of my mouth, I reached around to his butt cheeks and pulled him into my throat a little bit more. I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat as before. He continued to fuck in and out, but going no further than the back of my throat. With the poppers relaxing me I opened my throat, took a deep breath through my nose and again pulled him a little deeper. This time his cock head popped through the ring at the back of my throat. We both moaned at the same time. I kept pulling him into to me and felt his shaft sliding further down my throat and moaned. I was in cock-sucking heaven. I pulled him more and more until his tightly trimmed bush was scratching my upper lip. I pulled one last time as far as it would go and I felt him bottom out. My boy gasped and said, “Holy fuck. You’ve taken my entire cock into your throat. Not many people have ever been able to do that.” At this point I wanted to ensure he knew I was deep throating this massive cock so I lightly took my teeth and bit down ever so slightly on the base of his cock at the pubic line. Then I released the pressure on his ass and pushed him out of my mouth and away from me. I was gasping for air trying really hard not to convulse. I sat up and wiped the snot, saliva and pre-cum from my face and took a long slow hit of poppers and assumed my previous position. This time, when I grabbed Enrique’s butt to pull him into my mouth, I took him all the way to the balls in one stride. I needed to conserve oxygen. Again he groaned. I pushed him almost all the way out and pulled him back in again sending him the message to fuck my throat. He got the message, grabbed my tits and started thrusting all the way in and back out again in rapid succession. “Oh my god, suck my cock, deep throat the fucker. You are one good cock-sucker.” This went on for as long as I could hold my breath. When I started feeling light headed, I pushed him out gasped for oxygen and forced his cock back in again. We did this four or five times before Enrique pulled completely away from me and said, “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, not yet hot man. Not yet. Whew!” Again I wiped my face clean and scooted back onto the massage table to catch my breath. Once revived Enrique said, “Turn over.” I did and took a hit of poppers. He jumped up onto the massage table with me and I immediately arched my back and stuck out my ass. He started eating; and eating, and eating. The more he ate the hungrier he got. Then he scooted up onto my back and I could feel the heat from his cock in the ditch of my ass. “Of fuck yeah,” I heard myself say. His cock head docked at my cunt lips and he pushed forward and I pushed backwards and within seconds Enrique busted through and slid in all the way to his balls. I felt his breath next to my face and lifted up my head and we started kissing and making out while moaning and humping each other. His tongue was all over the inside of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of him. We continued little fuck motions with him buried balls deep in me while making out. He whispered, “I’m not going to last long this way. Are you ready to fuck?” Through my gasping for air, I told him I was more than ready. But he came back with, “No, I mean are you really ready to fuck? I want to tear your cunt to shreds. Are you up for that?” All I could come up with was, “Give me everything you’ve got stud. I’m fucking yours.” With that, Enrique pulled his mouth off mine and grabbed me by my hair with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way out and using my hair for leverage, slammed back into me. This gradually picked up speed, but he never let go of my hair. I began to moan incoherently and started jacking my cock. This hot Puerto Rican started to talk dirty to me, “Take that fat Latin dick you fucking slut. I can’t believe you’d let a complete stranger fuck you raw like this. You’re a nasty mother fucker.” I reached between my legs and could feel the abundant amounts of dick and ass goo coating his cock, my ass and both of our ball sacks. I reached further back and touched his dick as it would piston in and out of me. The heat coming from it was astounding. He pulled out with a nasty plopping sound and abruptly turned me over and replanted his cock so fast I hardly knew what was happening. The sloppy squishy sounds my cunt and his cock were making were so nasty. You can only make those kinds of sounds when you have abandoned all fear and given into pure lust. His eyes were so intense and filled with hunger. He deep kissed me again and pulled back and whispered, “Do you like that raw stranger cock fucking your white slutty cunt?” I babbled, “Yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” With fire in his eyes he said, “I’ve only just begun.” For the next 45 minutes or so, Enrique removed any semblance of sanity from me. I no longer had language to express myself. All I had was the guttural animalistic sounds that naturally escaped my vocal chords. He fucked me on my back, fucked me on the floor, he fucked me doggie style. He had me ride him and he ate my ass out again then shared our combined fluids by making out with me. It was a constant fight for oxygen, poppers and cock. When he finally rolled over onto the floor next to me, he asked if I wanted his load. We were both still huffing and puffing trying to catch our breath and I couldn’t breathe much less talk. He took that as a yes and had me get up on the massage table doggie style. He hopped up onto the table with me and told me to take a hit of poppers. I did. Within seconds his cock was buried in my swollen cunt. He started fucking me like a mad man; grunting every time he bottomed out. We were both working extremely hard to give each other the fuck of our lives. More poppers and I reached around and pulled my ass cheeks apart to give him better access and me more friction. He loved that. I moved my fingers closer to his cock and my cunt lips. A little further and I slid two fingers from each hand inside my ass alongside his cock. Enrique yelled, “OH fuck that is so hot. That looks so fucking hot and feels un-fucking-believable. Fuck you man. Fuck you.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I pushed back onto him. I was so stimulated that I could tell that pee was escaping my cock involuntarily. Enrique froze and remained completely still while he injected 6 or 7 jets of hot Latin cum into my fuck hole. I swear at this point I saw god. It wasn’t until then that he let out a primal warrior cry that I’m sure could be heard in the duplex next door. He started fucking again, this time with his spooge mixed with ass cum splashing out and coating our balls yet again. Slowly he calmed down and pulsed his cock a few times. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I squeezed his cock to get the last drop out and it was then when I realized I hadn’t peed, I had shot my load, hands free. We both fell on the table and tried to catch our breath. After a minute, Enrique jumped up and left the room. I sat up, but couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I had cum all over the front of me and in my hair. I jumped off the table and cum was running down my leg. I sat on a bench but still couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I tried taking deep breaths through my nose and out of my mouth, but couldn’t normalize my breathing. I may have been hyperventilating. Was I having a heart attack? Do people get heart attacks from fucking? I put my head between my legs and tried to control my breathing. It didn’t seem to help. Enrique came into the room with a bottle of water and left again. Just as panic was setting in, I took a desperate drink of water. The cool water seemed to spread through my body and my vital signs seemed to return to normal as did my breathing. Enrique came back in and apologized that he was dealing with a client. He offered me a shower, which I desperately needed, and another bottle of water, again much needed. Before I left he looked me in the eye and said he had a great time and that we should do it again. I looked at my watch and was astounded to learn we fucked for 3 solid hours without any breaks. I couldn’t wait for the next time. I get off on your comments.

While we frequently talk of getting a boner, or about how some Top ‘boned’ a bottom. The human penis does not, of course, contain one. A good thing, too, because a lot of us would probably end up with perforated bowels the way some Tops go at it. The walrus (Obodenus rosmarus) penis, however, does contain one, called a baculum, and it’s the longest of any land mammal, up to 25 in/63cm long. It’s worth mentioning also that the average bull walrus weighs around 3,000 lb./1,360 kg, and they probably like to be on top, but it really doesn’t matter since they only copulate in the freezing waters of the Arctic. Actually, if you think about it, it makes perfect sense that they would need a penis bone, because try keeping an erection when you’re up to your neck in ice-cold water. They probably wouldn’t find us sexy anyway. I mean, look at their underwear models.

I was a horny cock hungry boy from a young age. Men’s underwear in the Sears catalogue was my first memory of how attracted and how much I needed to discover my inner fag. I was 12 when I first sucked off a friend during a sleep over, the taste of his musky uncut cock and precum will never leave me. I wish through my teens I had more action, although once I came of age I found Grindr and the rest is history.

Oh wow, You were a Man of substance, even as a teen! This reminds me of a similar push back i've been privy to. i had the privilege of having a few email exchanges with Noam Chomsky a few years ago. He's an amazing, kind and caring Man. We were sharing some personal stuff and He told me that when He was younger, He decided He was going to be more religious than His father. Noam is Jewish, and this occurred when He was only 13 at the time of Bar Mitzvah. Both of Noam's parents taught at Yeshiva, essentially Jewish religious university. He told me that about a week into the process, He decided religion was not for Him. i am in awe that a 13 year old had the substance and presence of mind to make such a decision, which He has maintained His entire life. Interesting to me that Jewish culture has maintained the centuries old tradition that adulthood happens at 13 (puberty?).

i sorta hate apps that use texting, not sure i've ever successfully hooked with anyone using that format? The apps that use more detailed messages along the lines of emails work better for me. To me, shallow, cursory, exchange is incumbent to the texting format. i'm bemused by guys who are trying to find "the love of their life" or "ltr" using a texting app. i pretty much avoid text apps because i want more than they offer. i feel similarly about apps that have little to no profile. i see a profile as a way of putting a slice of your self out there. i am similarly bemused by guys with empty or simplistic profiles. To me what they are presenting is, well, "empty or simplistic." Unless that is what you are looking for, it doesn't seem to serve connection. i wonder if a lot of these guys are just hoping that someone else will do the work, take the risk of initiation and subsequent conversation? Personally, i want to connect, so i look for someone who gives as much as they want to get. If all they give is an empty profile, i won't be contacting them because they are essentially invisible to me. if they contact me with "sup" and no profile (or a non descriptive profile), they'll get an equally banal response from me. So, from me, i only initiate with guys who have put some substance into their profile, and i respond to something of their self that they have put into that profile vs a generic greeting.

Interesting. I've found that a hungry, horny, hole ends up opening more. Early on in my bottoming journey I expressed concern about whether a heroically hung top would be able to get all of his dick inside me. He dismissed my concerns, saying "If you are horny enough, you'll fit a Buick in your ass."

The use of qualifiers like "some" vs. use of qualifiers like "always" is an effort to avoid inference of "universal standard," but ultimately, one cannot control how a reader takes what is written. i agree, generally speaking, "a phone is pretty much...decontextualized," but would disagree that it can be simultaneously "pretty much" and "totally." The use of the qualifier "totally" seems to turn that into a "universal standard," and that may lack "creative imagination" and "emotional generosity." On the other hand, this thread is about the "etiquette of rejecting someone on Grindr." To me, that gives "context" to this discussion. i don't believe this discussion is about "random" text messages, but about guys on a gay site ("Grindr"), that has "specific" purpose. i copied this from the Grindr site: "Our Mission: Connect queer people with one another and the world." "Take this as sign that you need to expand your creative imagination and your emotional generosity...Laugh, shrug, nod, or whatever helps. but don't judge others by your own experiences" Maybe consider following your own advice.

one of my hottest sexual experience was a one off around noon the first day of the card's baseball season. i had taken the afternoon off and a guy i met came over. we had great sex, with him on top; it was a hot day, the windows were open and drops of his sweat started to ping on my face and body. i don't remember much else about the sex, other than it was good; but i will never forget how much i enjoyed that sweat shower.

I’d be very surprised if the owner actually agreed to do any of that, most especially locking you in a device you could not escape from. The liability for him would render it out of the question. Even with you asking for it, even if you were to sign some sort of liability waiver that would release him from harm no matter what some fucker did to you when helpless, I still can’t imagine any proprietor being willing to stick his neck out that far. Plus, if he did it for you, everybody else would want something too and he’d end up doing nothing else all fucking day but arranging men’s fantasies, and he’s got a facility to run. Bondage 101: Never let yourself be put into inescapable bondage by someone you don’t know very, very well. The fantasy is tempting, but the risk is very high. Your kink dom friend doesn’t know what he’s talking about. There’s no reason whatsoever to use a padlock on stocks - once they’re secured you’re not getting out on your own. And no bondage of any kind should be employed without a quick-release method for emergencies. Having to send to find someone to bring back a key is out of the question.

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Working on part 10

I was 11 when me and a friend played truth or dare. My friend dared me to suck his dick so I did. Then I dared him to suck mine. A few weeks later we played again and he dared me to let him put his cock in my ass. After that we fucked about once a week for almost a year.

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…. without pause, Billy walked over to the desk and grabbed the ice bucket walking to the bathroom. I followed behind him taking in his small hairless body, breathing in the stench, my brain already working furiously, contemplating the sex that was to be had. For a man of his size, Billy had a big flaccid uncut cock, that he held as he began to fill the bucket with his highly charged, dark yellow chem piss. In no time at all the bucket was filled, and without hesitation I got on my knees and moved his cock into my mouth and began to guzzle what was left in his bladder. It was crude for sure and I was choking on it but I drank it anyway and we set the piss bucket on the floor. “Dam, Mr. insurance man, looks like you’re as big a pig as me,” Billy chuckled, “and I’m the biggest pig I know.” I was so fucked up and furiously turned on, pulling back his foreskin, god this was rude, but all I could do was cockslobber and deep throat his ever swelling dirty dick. Billy pulled his dripping cock out of my throat, walked back into the room and came back to the bathroom with the box of toys that he had rescued. He dumped the entire box into the bathtub and I just sat there on the cold wet tile, panting, and staring at all the devices to make our pig sex significant. Billy turned on the tub, got down on his knees, and begin washing off the mud from his toy collection. Without thinking about it I got down behind him, pulled his ass cheeks wide apart and began eating his ass out for all I was worth. It was just horrible, but spun as I was I didn’t care, the animal in me was roaring. Billy kept moaning and groaning and finally I came up for air, his reek and musk throughly impregnating me now. “I wanna eat you some now,” Billy suggested. As twisted as I was, I was a bit hesitant. Many years on the road had given me a real case of “roids” and I didn’t think any man would want to go down on that. Besides, I hadn’t exactly had time to clean out and prepare to bottom. I explained this to Billy, who of course just laughed and said “let me be the judge of that.” Oh my God was I really going to let this happen? Well fuck yeah I figured why not and we switched places, me looking at all the wet toys in the tub, while Billy gave me the rimming of a lifetime, my cock so hard and full of desire. Not being into full on scat, it was fortunate that I spied a big red bag, hose and nozzle still intact laying there in the bathtub. When Billy came up for air I suggested that we use it to clean ourselves out, at least a bit so that we could get up in each other‘s ass - full on. Billy didn’t care in the least but was agreeable, and so we filled the bag and I took the first turn, holding in the full volume and then sitting on the toilet and letting it go. All the while Billy was between my legs sucking my dick. It was so nasty it was so perverted I was so spun and so in lust. Then we switched. Billy took the whole bag in a heartbeat, sat down on the throne to release it, and in the ultimate trill of insanity I deep throated his cock, as he leaked t-piss down my throat. When I thought that we couldn’t get anymore high and turned on, Billy suggested that we each take a cup of T-piss and bump it and so we did. Only this time, instead of shitting it out down the hatch, first Billy and then I took turns squatting in the tub, the other backing up to our faces and pushing our noxious fluids into each other’s mouths. I was officially crushed, sweating furiously, breathing the stink deeply and so mindlessly hard and ready for the real play to begin. And so, by the looks of it, was Billy. As we got on with the business of having pure unfiltered animal sex, lasting all through the night, I kept reminding myself that there were many visits to come, delivering insurance proceeds, checking on progress and having as much of this pig party as I could handle. Billy, the trailer park trash of my dreams, became my whole reality.

One of the few ways I use condoms is to do a cum harvest at the bookstore. I spit in the latex and freeze however many loads I have gotten in my mouth that day. When a real pig is next in the sling, I slip the frozen hunk of cum up his ass and describe the men who gave me the loads I'm now using for lube in his butt.

Part 5 Unknown territory is entered Jack took hold of the pipe and stuck some shards of Tina in it. He brought the pipe to Brad's mouth let the shards melt and he told Brad he knew what to do. Brad knew he had no choice. He knew if he resisted or refused he would get knocked around or a power surge and by now he was also beginning to crave another boost of chems, his body was beginning to need the effects it was producing. Seeing that the pipe was filling up nicely with white smoke, he pulled in deeply and held the smoke as long as he could. Nice slut said Jack you are already doing it like a real pro. When he couldn't hold it in any longer he blew out a big fat cloud. He felt himself getting warmer and hornier. Brad blew 2 more clouds before Jack said now it's my turn and he moved in and held the smoke. He took hold of Brad's head and placed his lips on Brad's and blew the smoke into his mouth. Brad's heart began to beat faster with excitement. He held the smoke and in turn blew out big cloud. This was your first shotgun slut, I'm sure many more will follow. Jack repeated this again but this time as he blew out he started sticking his tongue into Brad's mouth with it. Brad who by now was flying back in eagerly tongued along with Jack. Jack broke the horny kiss and put the pipe away and took the bottle of chem piss from Brad. Open your mouth slut he said to Brad, Brad was high and opened his mouth. Jack poured the rest of the bottle into his mouth and Brad who swallowed the piss, this time he drank it without a problem. Jack loosened the chains and he began to play on Brad's nipples with his mouth. Brad came in seventh heaven. Oh yeah oh yeah he was moaning. With his hands Jack pulled the plug out of Brad's already loosening pussy and pushed it back in. Brad squirmed in the bed in pleasure. Jack teased Brad all over his body for a while longer and then he stopped abruptly. He looked at Brad and said. How are you going to thank me now for the pleasure you were allowed to experience. Brad's eyes were full of horniness and he opened his mouth and said I will suck you sir, I will suck you nice. Nice one slut said Jack, that's a nice start but it won't be enough. You may start by sucking my cock stiff, then when it is stiff you may push it as deep as you can into your throat and thus hone your deep troath technique. While you're at it, think about how you can thank me further. Because with just a blow job will not be enough for the pleasure I have given you. Jack once again pulled the plug out of Brad's ass and took a Tina shard from the cabinet and pushed it deep into Brad's pussy. He groaned and once again felt the burning sensation come on. Jack lay down on the bed and Brad positioned himself opposite Jack's limp cock. This time he needed no encouragement and he opened his mouth and he sucked the cock into his mouth. Jack's cock got stiffer in Brad's warm mouth and in no time he was filling the his full mouth. Brad's mouth went up and down the thick shaft. He felt his master's cock get stiff and pushed it deeper into his throat. This time he hit further before he started gagging. The burning sensation in Brad's ass had by now given way to a warm and horny glow over his entire body and his cunt which was opening by itself was crying out to be filled. He began to suck like he had never done anything else. For Jack, this was the moment to stop him for a moment and make him turn so that he was in a 69 position. This way he could prepare Brad's pussy. Have you thought about how you will thank me further said Jack. Brad who could not answer because his mouth was filled with his master's cock moaned. Jack teased Brad's sphincter by circling his fingers and moving his finger a tiny bit pushing in. The Booty bump, the chem piss and the teasing were doing their job because out of nowhere Brad said, fill my ass, fill my ass with your fat cock. My ass needs to get your fat dick sir. Please fill my ass. This is what Jack had hoped for. That the former stud himself would ask to be fucked. Brad was startled by his own words. His body was screaming to be fucked, but his mind wasn't there yet. In his mind, he was still straight. As much as Jack wanted to shove his cock into Brad's virgin pussy without mercy, he knew he couldn't do it without damaging his toy. Jack's cock was twice as thick and long as the biggest plug Brad had already had and if he fucked Brad now he wouldn't be able to work on his transformation for the next few days. My cock in your cunt you will have to earn first he said. He pushed Brad off him and he went to the wall with the dildos. He took one from the wall that was still a bit narrower than his pole and stepped back to the bed and pulled Brad by his hair to the wall. He pushed Brad forward and turned him with his ass to the wall. He placed the dildo with the suction cup on his ass height and lubed it up with lube. Start by getting this one in your pussy he said. Brad who by now had had some more time to think was no longer so sure of what he had just said and blocked. He knew if he went any further with this it would be the end of him as a straight man. Once there would have been a cock in his ass then there was no going back. Jack pulled Brad's hair and said are you going to get into it slut or should I help you. Brad knew if Jack had to help that there would be pain involved and he wanted to avoid that. His cunt was screaming to let the cock pushing against his sphincter in but his mind was still working against it. But against his wits he pushed his ass towards the wall and let the tip of the dildo in. His sphincter was pulled open and felt like it would tear. Ahhhhhh he exclaimed and pulled his ass back. Rome wasn't built in a day Jack said, push your ass back slut and he pushed Brad back towards the wall and the tip pushed open the sphincter again. The dildo shot inside Brad and he moaned in pain. It's way too big he moaned. If you can't handle this yet, how would you like my pole in your pussy slut. Jack held Brad's ass against the wall with his firm hands, allowing the tiny shards of Tina that were on the dildo to melt into Brad's pussy. It's burning inside cried Brad who thought he was tearing open. Jack laughed and said wait a minute, you'll be sliding on this dildo like you've never done anything else. He placed himself in front of Brad's mouth and said instead of moaning about your cunt slut you should spoil your master's cock open your mouth and start sucking. Brad opened his mouth and took the fat black glans into his mouth and then the entire pole. Brad felt that his pussy had gotten used to the dildo and the burning sensation was gone and had given way to horniness and a call for more stimulation. He began to make a small fucking motion with his ass. He opened his mouth and began to breathe deeply. Oh yeah, oh yeah thats it yeah. Brad was in seventh heaven and the last bit of straight left in him was gone for a moment. Jack patted him on the head. Don't think only of your own pleasure slut. You're lucky I'm letting you do this. If you want to ride the dildo you will have to keep sucking my cock or something will follow for you. Brad began to ride harder against the dildo and sucked on his master's cock. The deeper he pushed the dildo the looser his pussy became and the more his prostate was stimulated. The pre-cum was running out of his cock and Jack saw this. To arm your new self he said to Brad, push that dildo as deep as you can into that slut pussy of yours. Accept your new status as a slut and then tomorrow I will make you feel what it is like to be fucked by a real man. Brad who was getting hornier by Jack's words sucked as best he could and he felt Jack's cock fill with seed and flow into his mouth. It was only the second time he had seed in his mouth, but like an accomplished slut he swallowed the seed. Jack jerked after and then pulled his cock back out of Brad's mouth and pulled his ass off the dildo. Enough for today he said and pushed Brad hard onto the bed. This time Jack didn't attach the wristbands to the bed. He gave a pill to Brad and he put it in his mouth and swallowed it eagerly. Go to sleep he said to Brad when I come in tomorrow I want your pussy clean like I showed you this morning. Understood slut. If it's not clean something will follow. Brad replied with yes sir it will be clean. Brad's eyes grew heavier and he began to doze off. He still wondered why he wasn't secured and if he would be able to escape but he fell asleep. His dream was intense, reliving what he had been through so far and he had conflicting feelings. He had horror for his actions and a kind of release for what he was becoming. Brad woke up with his half hard cock in his hand. The last thing he remembered from his dream was the moment Jack would stick his cock in his pussy. He opened his eyes and the dimmed light was back on in the room. His arms were not tied to the bed and if he wanted to he could walk away. But he felt around his neck here. He looked in the mirror and saw that he had a collar on, but this did not look like a normal collar. This one was fastened with a lock and he certainly wouldn't get it off. It was also fairly heavy and Brad immediately realized what was special about this collar. It would give a shock if he did anything that was not allowed. Like for example trying to escape from the room. On the bed he also saw 2 dildos, one was the one he had had in his ass yesterday, the other was thicker and longer. He looked at it and now fully realized what he had done yesterday. His feelings were in knots and he needed Tina, his body was yearning for another trip. He looked at the cabinet where Jack's chems were and he saw the pipe filled with Tina. His heart began to pound and he looked at it and hesitated what to do. Would he give in to his body's call for another trip or would he try to stay sober and find a solution to his situation. His thoughts went back and forth and without realizing it he took the pipe and put it in his mouth and made fire so that the Tina began to melt and the smoke began to form. This is it he thought, he hesitated for a moment but the call of his body was greater than the resistance of his mind and he inhaled the smoke holding it as long as he could and blew out a fat cloud. His body began to grow warmer his heart beat more quietly. But his body asked for more and he did it again. Still his body asked for more and he repeated it 3 more times until his eyes were back spinning in his eye sockets like flying saucers. He had a blissful feeling and he wanted to feel his pussy. As he pressed his finger against his pussy it occurred to him that he needed to rinse first. He got off the bed and went to the toilet and did what his master had shown him the day before. After rinsing a few times he crawled back on the bed and took hold of the pipe again he let the last of the Tina melt and took 1 last hit. He saw the dildo lying there from the day before and took it in his hands and tried to push it into his pussy. To his own surprise, the dildo slid in smoothly. He began to fuck his ass with the dildo and moaned softly. He looked at the other dildo and wondered if he would fit that one in his pussy as well, he removed the first dildo from his pussy which had now become an open hole and took the bottle of lube that was on the cabinet and smeared a layer on the dildo and smeared the rest with his finger in his open gaping pussy. He felt the lube burn in his hole and took hold of the thickest dildo and pushed it against his sphincter. The muscle worked against him and he had to bite his teeth but still he got the tip of the dildo to inside. He pulled and back and took a breath and then pushed it back in. He felt his muscle being pulled open again and his cunt gave way to let the dildo in. His head dropped to the bed and he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Shit, yeah that feels so fucking good came out of his mouth. He pushed the dildo even deeper and at that moment Jack came in who had been following everything on the screens in the room next door. Brad's entire room was fitted with cameras and everything was recorded in case it was needed. Look at that, said Jack look what you have become. I'm proud of you slut, I'm really proud. Brad's eyes turned with horniness in his head. You have become a true slut, slut who craves Tina and is ready to be fucked. It's about time you got a real pole in your pussy don't you think. Brad turned his eyes to Jack and let out a clear hell yeah. With a horny slut look he looked at Jack and called out. Fuck me sir, I want to feel your pole in my pussy. You sure will said Jack. He took hold of the dildo and increased the rhythm with which the dildo fucked Brad's pussy. Brad moaned loudly and Jack asked if his pussy was clean. Brad exclaimed YES YES YES. Good girl and he pulled the dildo out of Brad's pussy. Brad's pussy was wide open and opening and closing like it was looking for a cock to suck inside. Jack pushed 4 fingers against Brad's sphincter and pushed his fingers inside and violently fingered his pussy. With his long nails he scraped the inside of Brad's hole and when he took his fingers out of Brad's pussy they were coated in blood. Jack grinned and Brad who was moaning. If you want your master to stick his cock in your pussy you will have to suck it stiff first. Brad was on his knees as fast as he could and opened his mouth to suck his master's cock. Look how eager my slut has become. Jack pulled out his cock and he didn't even get time to offer it to his slut. Brad took hold of his cock and put it in his mouth. He sucked like his life depended on it and Jack had to rein him in a bit. Calm down slut if you keep going like this there won't be anything left to fuck you with. Brad calmed down and sucked at a more leisurely pace and allowed Jack to enjoy himself more. Jack took hold of Brad's head and enjoyed. Oh slut you are already sucking very well, a few more practice and you will be a pro. Jack removed his stiff cock from Brad's mouth. He stepped over to the cabinet and pulled out a point he took a strap and then turned around. Give your arm he said to Brad. Brad gave his arm, he hadn't seen the syringe yet but the strap was already around upper arm and tightened. Jack looked for a vein and with a cloth rubbed the place where he would spray. Then he took the syringe and Brad saw the syringe and knew what would happen he had heard of this. No he said I don't want to become a heroin whore he said, anything but this. Jack laughed a whore you will become a slut whether you want to or not but you will not become a heroin whore you will become a Tina whore. Now lie still he said or this will end badly. Brad wanted to protest but kept his arm still and saw the needle disappear in his arm. He saw some blood get into the syringe and heard Jack say ready for your first real trip slut because here it comes. Brad saw Jack push the plunger in and he saw the contents of the syringe disappear into his arm. Oh shit and now Brad thought. He felt a tingling sensation in his throat a pressure on his chest and he had to cough, he coughed heavily a few times and then a surge of heat and tremendous horniness came over him. His pussy needed to be filled he didn't care with what. FUCK, FUCK he exclaimed. Oh my fucking god rape me, fuck me, but do something. He lay writhing on the bed and his hands searched his pussy and he inserted 4 fingers at a time into his gaping hole. Jack enjoyed what he saw and pulled Brad's hands out of his pussy and pushed them to his head. Jack left Brad begging to be fucked for a while longer and then said are you ready slut are you ready to discover your true self, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. He pushed Brad's legs up and put them against his shoulders, took his stiff pole and pushed his glans against Brad's sphincter he looked deep into Brad's eyes and Brad into his. Brad who was flying on the Tina wave screamed to fuck him and Jack said, you're asking for it slut here it comes, once my cock has been inside you you are mine forever. I am yours shouted Brad I am totally yours. I like that Jack said and he pushed his rigid cock in 1 push inside Brad. Brad's cunt opened like a flower and felt his sphincter being stretched even more but because of the slam he felt no pain all he felt was supreme happiness. Oh yes master fuck me, fuck me as hard and deep as you can he cried. Jack sat balls deep and began to thrust quietly into Brad's pussy. Harder Brad cried out and he tried to set the rhythm himself with his ass. Jack stopped him and said he would set the pace. So Jack fucked on for a while and then quickened the pace. He pulled his cock back out of Brad's hole which had now become a gaping hole and pushed it back in hard. Brad moaned in delight, he was in slut heaven. Then Jack told him to sit on all fours. Brad did as asked of him and Jack sat down behind Brad and pushed his pole back in. Jack was fucking heavily and Brad was moaning heavily, this feeling was blissful. This was what he wanted to feel for the rest of his life, from his limp pole his own pre-cum was dripping and Jack wiped it off with his fingers and put his fingers in Brad's mouth. Lick your own cum he said Brad licked the fingers clean and he cried out wanting Jack's seed in his pussy and wanting nothing more than to be fucked by him every day. Jack increased the pace and thrust hard into Brad's pussy. He slapped Brad's ass only times. Brad moaned and could only utter yes yes harder deeper. Brad's words turned Jack on immensely. Jack couldn't hold on any longer he pulled on his slut's hair and Brad's head came back. Jack spurted in Brad's face and yelled here comes my gift for you slut here comes my dirty seed. From now on you are mine forever. He pushed his pole deep into Brad's hole one last time and Brad felt his hole being filled with Jack's seed. Jack let his cock sit for a few more breaths and pulled his limp cock out of Brad's open hole. He saw that his cock was coated in his cum and blood. Jack grinned and knew that very soon Brad would be completely transformed there was no turning back now. But just to be sure he took out a butt plug took one more look at what he had just created and pushed the plug into Brad's gaping hole which until a few days ago was a tight asshole. With his fingers he took the cum running out of Brad's hole and offered his finger to Brad. Here is part of your reward slut. You must not let anything go to waste of what you get from your master. Brad licked the fingers clean and bit his lower lip and let out a that tastes so good understanding. Jack let his limp pole hang in front of Brad's mouth and told him to lick it clean. Brad eagerly opened his mouth and took the cock into his mouth. He tasted his master's delicious cum and also tasted blood. But the chems were still coursing through his body and he was far too horny to pay too much attention to this. As he was licking his master's cock clean he heard. Oh baby, how proud I am of you, you have already become a real slut. I'm so proud of you, I knew it that you would become a natural. Hearing that you want to get a fat cock in your ass every day makes me happy. We will train you even more and then you can indulge in a fat cock every day. That voice clocked him in familiarity. Angel stood next to him and looked at him smiling. Brad looked deep into Angel's eyes and he tried to get a grip on the situation. The woman he had called his girlfriend until a few days ago and whom he himself fucked almost every day. Had stood by watching him enjoy being fucked and how he had begged to have seed in his pussy and how he was now licking a cock clean. He was embarrassed because Angel had seen that he had enjoyed being fucked. Angel rubbed through Brad's hair and gave him a kiss on his cheeks. I came to see how far along your training was and I am amazed at how fast you are going. You are well on your way to becoming our new addition to the club. I think you were always a dirty bottom slut. Brad was embarrassed to death. I have to get back out there Angel said. I'll stop by again soon to check on the progress. Angel left the room and Brad was back to full sobriety. What had just happened, am I gay now? Did I really enjoy this now and did I really beg for seed. All sorts of things were going through him. Until he thought back to Jack's last words before he finished. Dirty seed. What did he mean by this. Brad lay on the bed panting and Jack stood up and walked to the door. Enjoy this for a while he said I will be back later. You're not tied up anymore he said but I guess you realize that the collar around your neck will make sure you can't run away. Brad looked dejectedly at Jack and nodded. The door closed and the light dimmed back. Brad tried to organize his thoughts and get everything in order.

PART 7 I could feel Benicio’s soft chest hair rubbing against my smoother skin. His muscles tensing against mine as we pulled one another even closer. He was a passionate kisser. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him deeper into the lip lock. He didn’t resist — in fact, he relished it. His hands moved across my body, exploring my athletic build. He cupped my ass in his hands, massaging it. I reached down and did the same. He tilted his head back and grinned at it — damn, he had a devilish grin. He ran one finger along my hole, gently exploring the soft skin. “Like that?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Then I slipped my finger I between his ass cheeks and gently probed his hole. It felt so hot — the heat radiating from his hole. I knew I wanted to have my tongue in there. Benicio moaned quietly, burying his head into my chest. I think he whimpered a little as I dug into his hole. He slid his head to the left and bit down on my nipple — it was my turn to yelp. He didn’t let go, but instead swirled his tongue across my nipple. Jared had never done anything like this, so I was totally surprised by the electric shocks it sent through my body. He started kissing my abs, working his way down my body until he reached my stiff cock. It was raging at this point — in fact it was so swollen it almost hurt. Benicio looked up at me as he silently slid his mouth along my shaft for the first time. I groaned again. ”Fuck! That feels amazing.” Benecio responded by taking my whole cock into his mouth and easing it into his throat. How did he do that without gagging? He nuzzled his nose right into my short hairs. Then his finger found my hole again and began caressing it. Pleasure overwhelmed my body and I actually stepped back, instinctively pulling my cock out of his mouth. I gasped and laughed at the same time. Benecio grinned at me, still kneeling in front of me as I awkwardly tried to balance myself while my head was rushing with the intense feelings. “Liked that, huh?” “Oh my gawd that was amazing,” I gasped. “There’s more to come. Lots more cum.” He suddenly stood up, wrapped his arms around me, and started making out again. I was still breathing heavy but still managed to wrestle with his tongue back and forth in our mouths. I was running my hands through his hair again, then let one hand drop to his ass. It was so firm and smooth, with just a trace of soft hairs between the cheeks. My finger found his hole again and began to probe it. Benecio growled, breaking our break and turning his head to gently bite my neck. “Oh baby,” he whispered in my ear as my finger dug a little deeper, his hole opening slightly. “Oh baby, please. Please.” I dug a little deeper and he winced. “Lube,” he whispered. “Do you want to come back to my room? I have supplies there.” Benecio raised his head and looked into my eyes. “No.” My heart sank. Benicio leaned away from me and pumped a couple loads out of the dispenser on the wall. Using the soap, he slicked up my cock then turned around, pushing his ass against my body. He didn’t have to ask twice. I put a hand between his shoulders and bent him forward. He placed his hands against the tiled wall and widened his stance, his ass pressed back. This was not his first time offering his ass in the showers. I lined my slicked dick up with his hole and pressed forward. There was a moment of resistance at his hole, the muscles tightening at the pressure coming from the outside. But Benacio relaxed and I felt his sphincter open up, welcoming me inside. I felt the ring of muscle slide down my cock. Beyond it was amazing warmth that engulfed by cock. I moaned and Ben sighed. I knew what he was experiencing — that first penetration was both exhilarating and a bit painful. For me, burying my cock inside him was pure bliss. I haven’t fucked anyone in weeks — not since Jared left school for the summer. I looked down as my shaft slid in and out, my pale skin disappearing into his caramel ass. It felt like his ass molded around my cock, massaging the entire length as I moved it inside him. “Fuck me, baby,” he said softly. He pushed his ass back to meet my thrusts. Water slapped between our bodies, and the sound was even louder here in the small shower room. I started thrusting faster, the slapping sound echoing off the tiles. I grabbed Benecio’s hair and pulled his head back — Jared had always asked me to do that. Benecio seemed to like it just as much. “Oh! Oh! Fuck me, baby! Oh fuck!” I was even more turned on by his reaction and was giving his ass my all. My cock was raw inside him. I hadn’t fucked raw much before — just that time Jared had pulled the condom off of me mid-fuck. To just fuck raw was hotter than anything else.I could feel how soft it was inside of Benecio, and the heat of his body temperature radiating around my shaft. My cock was so swollen from the intensity. I watched it glide in and out of his hole. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m not gonna last long.” “Give me that load,” Ben said, looking over his shoulder at me. His eyes were so intent. I knew he wanted me to breed him. I knew that feeling now. I could feel the pressure building inside me. I’d cum inside Jared that night he pulled the rubber off of me. I could feel the irresistible urge to plant my seed inside Benecio. He wanted it, too. But another voice in my head was quietly screaming. I’d taken two loads in my ass this summer, and I knew for a fact that Henry was poz. I didn’t know anything about the security guard except that his cock was amazing, but was he poz, too? Was I poz now? Am I about to poz someone? I knew I should pull out and shoot across his back — Benecio would still be happy. We’d both still cum after a hot fuck. But I couldn’t pull out. I didn’t want to pull out, and he didn’t want me to. We both wanted this to happen. I felt my cock throb and then explode, my cum starting to pulse into his hungry ass. “AHHH! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh hhhhh ahhh hhhh!!!” “Oh fuck yeah! Give me that load!” Ben started fucking himself on my hard cock even as it was spewing inside him. He was trying to get every drop. I stood there, my head swimming with the intense release and my body quaking. It was all inside him now. There was no stepping back from it; I had bred his ass with my raw load. We stood there for a long moment, both relishing the connection. I didn’t want to pull out, not yet. I slowly stroked his hole with my cock, the sensation actually really intense on my dick. My body spasmed. Benecio moaned softly, letting me slowly stroke inside his hole. “That was amazing,” he said. He leaned forward and began to stand, my cock sliding free of his ass. We both stumbled, trying to catch our independent balance. My heart was still pounding. Benecio turned around and we started making out in middle of the shower room again. I let my body relax into his arms. It was so comfortable and easy with him. Then that voice in the back of my head started getting louder again. What had I just done? I’d taken a couple toxic loads from guys. Do I even know what my status is now? Ben had been fucked by the security guard, too. In fact, that’s who he’d been waiting for tonight. Was he looking for charged loads? Had I just given him one? [Let me know if you’re enjoying Jeremy’s unexpected evolution. Piggies are always appreciated. I foresee something BIG happening in Jeremy’s near future…..]

Hey Guys I have been on here for about 1 year. Love the site I don't post to much but do love all your stories !!!!!!! Would love to find some guys in my area of the country I am in Arkansas not much goes on here. 🙂

Horny as fuck daddy. Looking for buds to [banned word] with. HMU.

27 years with my stud! We are sealed to each other like superglue. I guess it helps that we look at sex play with others as if we are playing sports! He'll comes home from the bathhouse and I'll ask how it went...He always says it was a "good game!"...lol!

PART 3 The bedroom was small and dark, like the rest of the apartment. The fan tried moving the hot air around, but it was still muggy. He laid me on the bed on my back, raising my legs. I felt him tug on the thing vibrating in my ass. The vibration stopped. I grunted when he popped it out, feeling a relief as my ass was getting a break from the stimulation. He let my legs fall back to the bed. He began massaging my feet, the pressure feeling so good. He began working up to my calves and I groaned softly with the pleasure. My legs raised, he moved in closer, and I felt his hefty cock laying against my balls. “You want this so badly,” he said intently but softly. “Your boyfriend did, too. He kept coming back. He got nervous and ran off that first night, but he came back a few nights later. Ready for it. Wanting it so badly that he begged me for it.” I could picture it in my head. Jared here in this apartment, ass spread on the couch like I just was. Laying in this bed like I am now. This weird craving for Henry’s cock. Jared and I have fucked each other, so I know the sounds he makes. I know how he likes it. And now I realized he was wanting more than what we were doing. I remember the night just before he left for the summer when he pulled the condom off of me while we were fucking. Henry was massaging my thighs, then reached the sensitive spot on either side of my pelvis. Here he was more delicate, stimulating rather than massaging. I groan and arched my back. I didn’t know how sensitive this spot was. I started to writhe, losing control as he worked his hands up my torso. “I was deep inside your boyfriend, college boy. He’d never had raw cock before mine. You haven’t had it yet, either. I gave him what he really wanted …. What he was made for. I fucked him raw and put my seed in him. And you know what? Each time I did, he needed more. He kept coming back and I kept pozing his ass.” I felt his cock press harder against my pelvis, the sweat lubing his cock so it slid across my body. He pinned me with his body, the weight feeling so good on top of me. “Do the same to me,” I said quietly to Henry. He grinned, pushing himself back into a kneeling position between my legs. He lifted my legs,, pressing my knees to my chest. My muscles were so relaxed that I easily folded into the position. It felt odd, being compressed like that. I could feel him moving his pelvis, his cock brushing against my ass which was hiked up. He teased my ass with his cock while making out. Slowly he reached backward for some of the things he’d brought from the living room with us. I looked down the length of my body. I could see it. His raw cock. Long and hard as he slowly slicked with lube. There was no rubber. Part of me thought I should say something about a condom. Now was the time to do it. He’d put one on if he wanted to fuck me badly enough. But those words weren’t able to form in my mouth. I pictured Jared laying here like me, Henry doing the same motions, massaging his own cock as he spread lube across it. Jared gave into him; he took that cock raw and got pozzed by this man. Deep inside I knew I was going to do the same. Henry pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose, squeezing off one nostril then the other as I took a couple of hits. “Hold it in until I tell you to exhale.” I did as I was told, feeling the heaviness held in my lungs. “Exhale slowly.” I let it out slowly, again smelling the distinct odor of the poppers. The rush slammed me at once, my heart excelerating and a hot feeling moving up through my body and out across my arms, all my muscles relaxing. My head started to swim a bit. But what I really felt was an intense hunger in my ass. I started breathing heavier. Henry knew; he was towering over my body, watching me succumb, waiting for this moment. He didn’t miss a beat, rolling my legs back further so my feet were directly over my head. “Someone looks hungry,” he growled. I saw one hand go to his long cock and take aim. He pressed his body forward, and I lost sight of his cock as I felt pressure on my hole. I could feel the heat coming off his cock – the heat of his raw skin. No rubber, nothing between us. This wild, primal thrill went through me. I wanted to say something … anything … but couldn’t form a single word. All I heard was my heart pounding in my chest, and suddenly felt the sharp pressure of penetration into my bare ass. “Ahhh!” was the only sound I could manage to make. His raw cock continued to slide up into my eager hole, and I let out a soft whimper. I could feel his trimmed pubic hair brushing up against my spread ass. “That’s it, college boy. Just breathe. Your ass is so ready for this. It wants this. Just let those muscles wrap themselves around my cock.” I breathed deep and started to relax again, the anxious thoughts falling away as I felt Henry flex his dick inside me. I was swimming in the poppers, beer and thick summer heat. I looked at Henry, my eyes feeling kinda groggy, but my body totally awake. Henry stayed where he was, his thick cock sitting inside me, letting me get used to the feeling. I felt the heat of his raw skin against mine, radiating inside me. Then he began to move. It was a subtle movement at first, his dick just kind of massaging me from the inside. But his movements quickly became strokes, and he picked up speed. I was getting fucked — raw fucked. “How’s it feel, college boy? How’s that raw cock feel?” I’d never felt anything like this before. His cock glided in and out of my hole. I could feel the contours of his dick as it pushed and pulled at my hole. “Fuck! That’s amazing!” Henry responded by pushing my legs wider, holding my ankles, and staring down at me. His face was contorted with his own pleasure, and he even rolled his head back, closing his eyes, just feeling the sensations on his cock. Feeling himself deep inside me. He started fucking me harder. The sounds of skin slapping skin got louder, and I felt sweat dripping off him onto my abs. I was moaning now, totally lost in the fuck. “That’s it, college boy. Take my cock like your boyfriend does. I knew you were a fuckhole like he is.” “Fucking pound me!” I roared as he was pounding into me, my body shaking with each thrust of his cock. I wanted more! “Fuck yeah, fuckhole! Perfect little fuckhole,” he said, sweating pouring down his body. Henry started slowing down, then pulled out. He leaned back into a kneeling position again, panting. His dick was standing straight up, slathered in lube and wet with my ass. It was a deep red, raw, engorged from pounding my hole. “Fuck boy! This is intense!” “Did you cum?” I asked nervously. I felt a mix of fear and disappointment. Fear that he’d cum inside me — no one ever had. I’d always done the right thing and been fucked with a condom. But there was also a feeling of disappointment I didn’t understand. Did I want to get loaded? He already told me he is poz. But a part of me wanted to have that, to take that load. “No, college boy. You haven’t earned that, yet. You’re gonna know when it happens — you’ll feel it.” He rolled me onto my side, then laid down behind me. He lifted one of my legs. I felt him positioning the head of his cock to line up with my hole again. “I can’t take much more,” I said. “My hole is getting sore.” I felt his cock slide away from my hole and his body turned slightly. “Your boyfriend said the same thing the first time I gifted him.” He fumbled around for a moment, then pushed the bottle of poppers up under my nose, roughly pushing the bottle neck into my nostril. “Take four long hits, holding your breath between each one,” he ordered me. “This is what its like to be a fuckhole. You don’t just get pozzed. You have to earn it.” [Let me know how you’re enjoying the story. Can simply click the blue heart or leave a message. I’ll say I’m really enjoying writing this for ya’ll]

Apologies again, friends! This spring has gotten away from me completely, but I haven’t forgotten about this story and telling the tales of Paul and Blake and the friends they meet along their journey. I’ve been loving getting to read other stories on this sight and reading about others’ experiences in their POZ journey. Please always feel free to reach out and chat! I love hearing from people reading the story and also hearing more about what makes them tick. Hope you enjoy, and come back for more! I promise to return to the sex next chapter! Chapter Six: Showing Change Heading into the back of the shop was a shock — gone were the luxury appointments and subtle lighting. This room was huge! In the center was a tattooist station with medical grade lighting and gleaming equipment individually sealed in sterilized packs. Around the walls hung artistic photographs in neat black frames, each individually lighted showcasing piercings and tattoos. Apart from the light on each photo and the large surgical lighting over the tattoo station in the center, the room was dark. The floor was glossy and black, the walls painted black; even though the room was large it still somehow felt claustrophobic. “Right,” Aiden called to us, “who is up first?” While Aiden got situated on his chair, Blake nodded to me, “since Paul was the first, I think he needs to go up now. Chris, you’ll follow after.” Blake fixed me with a grin that I knew I would never forget — somehow both filled with lust and filled with love. Aiden pulled some crinkly examination paper over the large leather table and stared me down. “To get the package deal, you’re going to have to strip all the way down.” I hurriedly removed my clothes while Aiden set up a tray of ink, and a bunch of scary-looking surgical instruments. As I hopped up onto the bench, he looked at Blake and asked, “how far do you want to go? Does the boy get a say?” Blake looked at me and asked, “do you trust me?” We locked eyes and I simply responded, “absolutely.” Aiden grinned and told me to lay on my front. I settled in and was just starting to get comfortable when I felt Aiden grab my right foot with his gloved hand and bring it to a corner of the table. There was a quiet click as a padded cuff locked around my ankle and kept my leg from moving. Immediately the left leg followed with its own cuff and I felt exposed. My dick which had been hard since entering the shop and seeing Aiden for the first time began to leak between my abs and the table. Next came the sound of ripping tape as Aiden started spreading my glutes and exposing my hole to the air. I won’t lie, the warm breeze felt nice against my exposed flesh. Aiden began shuffling some metal implements around the back of the table. “Okay Paul, we are going to start with a piercing and a tattoo. I’m going to pierce you for a quiche first, then get started on the first tattoo.” First tattoo, I thought to myself. . . What did Blake have in store for me? As Aiden began to sterilize the flesh of my exposed taint he started to talk about piercing maintenance and how big he was going to go with the initial jewelry. “Nothing too large to start, but you’ll be able to stretch it with some piercing tapers in about six months. Now take in a deep breath when I say.” He gave the indication and I breathed in. A sharp pain struck me and I felt my balls immediately contract. There was a funny feeling of movement accompanied by the stinging sensation as the needle was loaded with jewelry and the jewelry was passed into my skin. In a moment, though, the whole experience was over. “We now move onto the hole tattoo. Blake, I believe you wanted him marked as toxic, correct?” I gave an involuntary shudder as Blake flashed me a grin and a thumbs up. Aiden started to apply the ink and I was lulled into a sense of calm as another man decided what was best for my now-diseased body. * * * * * Aiden worked through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon as we walked back to the car. I will admit that I was feeling sore all over. Because I have a future performing career, Blake didn’t want me to get any tattoos or piercings which might compromise my job prospects, but nevertheless gave me a full treatment. By the time my session was over I had gotten a quiche piercing, biohazard tattoo that you could see when you spread my cheeks, centering right on my hole, then was flipped over and given a Prince Albert piercing and had a beautifully detailed scorpion tattooed where my treasure trail had been, the tail extending down my dick to the stinger pointing right at my head. I had gotten two barbells placed in my nipples (which hurt like I couldn’t believe) and had my septum pierced. Because I didn’t want it to be visible, I was given a hidden metal bar to wear while it healed. Chris had a PA put on as well, but since Blake allowed Chris to make up his own mind about his mods, he opted for a biohazard tattoo on his pec over his heart. “It will always remind me that I will have this coursing through my veins forever,” he said when Aiden got to work. After we were all finished and getting cleaned up, Aiden turned to the three of us and said, “when you’re all healed up you need to come back. Each of my clients has fucked me or allowed me to fuck them.” Turning his back to us he explained, “each of these lines is from a person who I have modded, and they have all had sex with me.” Upon closer inspection I saw that the lines had different colors. Aiden told us, “the blue lines are from my topping jobs,” there were a smattering of blue lines on his back, “green lines are my bottoming experiences with a negative person,” there were maybe six or seven lines, “and the red are the poz loads I have taken so far.” The vast majority of the lines on his back were bright red. “You owe me a recharge, and I am honored to carry your strain, just as I hope you are honored by my work. I’ve taken over 1,200 loads in the last six years since I started this company, and I will continue to add marks to remember each of them until I die.” The experience left me insanely horny, but all options for relief were gone. I couldn’t even jerk off for a month while the PA healed, and Aiden said the anal tattoo should heal for 2-3 weeks before I started having sex again. Blake took this all in stride and said that he guessed I would just have to get used to opening my throat for him. I couldn’t wait to get more practical experience! Blake also treated himself to a fascinating mod while we were in Aiden’s shop, asking the artist to open the bottom of his dick head. The flesh now resembled an upside-down heart. As Aiden clamped the skin to stop the bleeding before cutting it open with a scalpel, Blake leaned over to me and said, “I want to give your tongue more access in there and maybe take one of your fingers inside the hole that infected you.” I could already tell that we were heading down the road to newer, exciting pastures.

Hell yes!

A therapist is the person you should discuss this with. Here on BZ, you are going to get a lot of "oh man that's hot, you should totally put the moves on him" crappy advice. Others will tell you that you need to get over that. Some will be quietly disgusted but won't say anything because they don't want to appear negative. The reality is, you need to figure out what it is that's driving this, and that's something you're unlikely to figure out without a trained therapist who can work this out with you. Sorry to be blunt, but this is the sort of thing for which there are no shortcuts, as you've already discovered.

The cool thing about gh's is everything important is concentrated in just one place: right through the magic hole. If you like skinny guys, and the guy on the other side of the gh is beefy, you won't know or care - all there is for you to concentrate on is the Cock/balls. If you like beefy guys, and the other guy is skinny, so what? All there is to care about is the Cock/balls, and you won't know or care what the rest of the guy is like. It's all boiled down to the most important thing: servicing the Cock and nothing else. Mating with the Cock when it pumps sperm down your throat or up your gut. Glory holes concentrate the lust for mating with Cocks/Holes into the most elemental thing about raw pigsex - it's all about Cock/Hole/Sperm, and the rest is the frosting on the pigcake.

Part 8 Paul dumped a second load into the trashy whore. That made 4 already, and I decided TJ wasn't finished. I had several friends who were always happy when I had a cumdump around. They never had to worry about condoms, and they never had to pull out. Some of them were poz, a couple weren't, but they all loved a trashed out bottom. As TJ layed there, covered in sweat and breathing hard, he played with his shriveled up little dick. His eyes were closed and he didn't notice me snapping some pictures of him. Not that it would have mattered. I would have taken pictures regardless. I chained his wrists apart again, and he didn't even try to resist as he floated on the highs of both the drugs and the sex. I picked up a buttplug and lubed it up, adding a very fine layer of Tina dust all over it. I had Paul grab TJ's ankles, raise them up, and spread them apart. I smiled as I looked at his asshole. It was red and puffy and a little cum seeped out of it. If only his friends could see him now. If only they could see TJ as the dick taking drug whore I was turning him into. I snapped a couple more pics of his "straight" boyhole then I pushed the plug into him. It was a fairly thick plug, thicker than my cock. It met some resistance as it reached the fattest part, but I just kept pushing, enjoying the site of his pussy closing around the base as it filled his insides. "Oh no!" TJ whined. "Oh fuck it's burning! Oh god, take it out, PLEASE!" I knew the powder made is hole burn like it was on fire. I'm sure that I had ripped him a little bit, and the plug stretched his tender flesh even further. "It'll pass." I said coldly. After I had secured his legs again, I put a leather hood over his head, blinding him. I snapped a couple more pics of my captive whore, then started texting my buddies to let them know there was fresh, straight boy pussy to breed. I got responses from 4 of my friends. Three were poz, one wasn't. It only took half an hour before the first one showed up. Greg was an older buddy, 56ish, bald and hairy with nice 8 inch cock. Oh, and a big biohazard tattoo on his chest. We didn't really talk when he got here, cause he was only here for one reason. And I didn't want TJ to hear any voices. I wanted him to not realize that a new person was fucking him until their dick was buried deep inside him, just to fuck with his head. Greg helped me position TJ's legs so they were attached to the headboard, raising up his ass and exposing his hairy cunt to the world. I grabbed the plug and pulled it out of TJ's hole, causing the boy to groan in pain as his hole was over stretched again. Then I grabbed a nice shard and pushed it into his wet cavern as Greg reached for the lube. I just shook my head no and Greg smiled a big smile. Then he climbed on the bed and lined up his cock. He started pressing forward and I watched as TJ's hole stretched and swallowed up his head. Greg just slowly sunk himself into the teenage trash hole until his pubes were smashing TJ's asshole hair. TJ let out a long, low groan as another cock penetrated his recently straight virgin hole. Greg then started fucking the whore with long slow strokes. "Oh, it's so wet and smooth." He whispered. "You got a nice bitch here." For now, I thought to myself, until I use him up and get tired of him. Greg fucked my bitch for ten minutes during which my friend Zack arrived. He was 40, also poz and had a fat 6" cock. Fatter than even mine. We watched as Greg pumped his load into the newly minted cumdump. As soon as he pulled out, Zack took his place. He pushed down on TJ's thighs and slammed his dick in. TJ cried out loudly as his hole was stretched again. Then Zack pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in. TJ whimpered as Zack did this over and over, busting him wide open. He continued his assault for a good 15 minutes during which my next 2 friends both arrived. We all watched as Zack buried himself balls deep and threw back his head, moaning as he deposited his dirty sperm into the teen boy beneath him. My next buddy, Andy, climbed up and took his place at TJ's open for business hole. He was a hot 24 year old gym bunny. Blond hair, deep tan and a nice 7" dick. He was neg and only topped, not that I haven't tried to get into his nice, round, muscled ass. He slid right into TJ's loose and wet straight skater boy butt and just started fucking. He pounded the ass beneath him for a solid 10 minutes. TJ's hole made squishy sounds as Andy pounded all that dirty cum deep inside him. He groaned as he added his spunk to the sloppy cumhole. Tyrell was my last buddy to take his place at TJ's exposed and helpless hole. He was a 35 year old black guy with a wicked 9 inch cock. It was wicked not only because it was pierced, but also because it had a real big curve to it. I loved watching his black snake disappear into TJ's lily white ass. TJ moaned as Tyrell's cock punched the magic spot inside him. Tyrell pounded the whore's spot over and over as TJ grunted and moaned. Soon, TJ's moaning turned into gasps as his soft cock let loose with a big, watery load of boy cum. Tyrell didn't stop his assault on TJ's prostate, and TJ's gasps of pleasure turned to grunts of pain. It wasn't until TJ's grunts turned to muffled pleads to stop that Tyrell added his cumload to the worn out boy. After Tyrell finished and pulled out, I stuck the plug back in and released TJ's legs and tied them back to the baseboard. Then we all gathered in the living room to smoke and chat a bit. After a while, I went and retrieved TJ, and led him on his hands and knees into the livingroom. He was so fucked in the head, (as well as his ass) that he obeyed without a question. I had him sit on the floor and I removed his hood. He squinted his eyes as they adjusted to the light. Eventually he focused and looked around the room and saw for the first time the 5 naked men. He looked down in shame. "TJ." I said. "Do you know who these men are?" "No." He quietly replied. "I've never seen them before. Well, except for him." He said gesturing toward Paul. "You are correct, whore." I said. "You've never seen them, but you've taken their cocks in your ass, haven't you." "Yes, Sir." He quietly said. "And you've taken each of their cum loads in your trashy little whore ass, haven't you." "Yes, Sir." He replied meekly. "So, whore, do you think you earned this?" I asked as I held up a rig. His eyes lit up when he looked at it. "Yes, Sir." "Come here then and stand before me." He stood up and walked over to me. "Now, turn around and bend over." I instructed him. He did so and I grabbed the plug and yanked it out of his hole. Cum ran out and stuck to the hair on his ass and legs. "Now," I said holding my hard cock, "turn around and sit on my cock and you will get your reward." TJ did exactly as he was told. Like the meth whore he was becoming, he was only focused on getting another fix, no matter what he had to do. He squatted over me as cum dripped out of his cunt onto my cock. Then he placed the head against his opening, and slowly slid down on it, groaning as he took all 11 inches deep inside himself. Then I held the rig in front of his face. "Now, one more thing. I want you to turn to the men and say, "I want each of you to please fuck me again."" He hung his head and closed his eyes. "Come on whore." I prodded as I ran the needle lightly up and down his arm. "Say, I want each of you to fuck me again." I said more forcefully as I flexed my dick inside him. The lure of the high was too much for him and he turned to the men and said, in a clear voice, "I want each of you to fuck me again." "Good boy." I said as I tied off his arm. "Now say, "I want all your cum inside me."" "I want all your cum inside me." He said without hesitating. I smiled as I further broke TJ down. "Now say, "I'm a dirty little meth whore. Please use me."" As I swabbed his arm. He hesitated for just a moment before saying, "I'm a dirty little meth whore, Please use me." "That's a good little whore." I said as I stuck the needle in his arm. "You're nothing but a cumdump." I said as I got the red flash. "You're a dirty little cumdump meth whore." I said as I pushed the plunger. I released the band, and as the rush hit his body I grabbed his head and kissed him deep as I bucked my hips upward. "Now whore, turn around and ride my cock!" TJ stood up and turned around, sitting back on my cock. He started riding it as he faced the men. I grabbed his pierced nipples as he rode me and he threw his head back as he groaned in pleasure. "That's right whore. Ride that cock. Show the men what you're good for. Show the men what your holes are for slut! Show them what a cock hungry cumdump meth whore you are!" He rode me for a couple of minutes before I pushed him off me and onto the carpet. The men immediately grabbed him and he quickly had a cock in both his holes. He was passed around and around getting fucked in every position. He had dirty cum and ass covered cocks shoved into his mouth. He was spit on, slapped, and generally abused. He was introduced to nipple clamps and his little pierced tits were tortured. Each man came at least once more, some of them a third time. When everyone was finished, TJ was left on the carpet looking like a bikers whore with cum on his face and dripping out of his ass. Fresh bruises covered his body. After the men had all left, I gave TJ a powerful sedative, and soon he was passed out on my bed. I spread his cheeks to look at his hole. It was very red and puffy, just like I like it.I pushed my cock into him as he slept. His hole was so loose and wet. I fucked him slowly, relishing in the feel of his sloppy, cum filled, straight boy pussy around my cock. I pumped one final load for the night into his guts before I stuck a plug in him to keep all that cum he had earned inside him. Not bad for his first night with me.

Part 7 It didn't take Paul very long to get to my place. As soon as I opened the door he gave me a high 5. "Another piece of trash to add to your list eh?" He said, entering my apartment. "Can't wait to see the fucker!" We went directly into the bed room where TJ was still splayed out giving a perfect view of his just raped ass. The hairs around his butthole were matted down from lube and fuck juice, and a small bit of pinkish cum dribbled out of his hole. "God damn that's hot!" Said Paul as he stripped of his clothes. "Look at that fucking pretty hole." TJ just laid there and softly moaned as Paul crawled between his legs. "Pease, no more." He quietly begged. I approached TJ's head and showed him another loaded rig. He just looked up at me with glazed over eyes. "Do you want more of this?" I asked him. And the greedy little meth whore inside of him respond, "Yes please." I smiled knowing I had almost totally broken this straight boy. "Then let my friend fuck you and it's all yours." I said as I dangled it in front of him. "All you have to do is ask him to fuck you. Ask him to fuck you, and when he's done, you'll get your reward." I could see that in TJ's fucked up head he was still fighting with his instincts as a straight boy to not give in. But I knew the meth whore inside of him would win over. I continued to dangle the rig in front of his face. "Come on, say it." I urged him on. "Ask him to fuck you. You've already taken one cock, and his is smaller. Do it!" I ordered him. TJ stared at the rig in front of his face. Finally, his mouth formed the words I wanted to hear. "Please fuck me." He said quietly. "What was that? I couldn't hear you." I retorted. "Please fuck me!" He said louder, with a certain desperation in his voice. That was all Paul needed to hear. He slid his 7 inches into the bound teenager beneath him. TJ let out a loud groan and his eyes rolled back in his head as Paul bottomed out in him. "Oh man that's nice!" Exclaimed Paul. "So tight and wet! Such a nice fucking pussy!" I sat back as I watched Paul fuck the piece of trash beneath him. The piece of trash that had just traded his ass for drugs. He slid his cock all the way out, then all the way back in. TJ grunted and moaned in pleasure as he took his second cock, giving in to his inner whore. Paul started to really pound TJ hard, slamming his hips into the skinny, hairy ass beneath him. I knew he was close to cumming and soon, he buried himself as he trembled and shook, and I knew he was pumping TJ full with another dirty load. TJ moaned as his guts were filled. Paul pulled out and wiped his slimy cock on TJ's hairy buttcrack before he rolled over in satisfaction. I examined TJ's hole and saw more light pink cum dripping out of it. I grabbed a pipe and sat on the bed next to Paul and got it rolling. We passed it back and forth while TJ turned his head to us and softly whined. I knew he wanted the pipe, but he wasn't getting it. When we finished, I picked up the rig and said to TJ, "Is this what you want? Do you want this now?" "Yes please!" He begged. "Can I please have it now?" "Yes you may." I said as I undid him from the chains. I rolled him over and Paul tied off his arm. Then, I took TJ's legs and placed them over my shoulders, lining up my cock to his hole. "What? Wait. You said I could have it if I asked him to fuck me!" He whined. "Yes boy. And you shall, as soon as my cock is back inside you." I replied. This was very important for his conditioning. I wanted him to associate a slam with cock in his ass. I wanted them to be one and the same with him. I started pushing into him and he gritted his teeth and winced in pain as his formerly virgin ass was stretched wide open again. Paul swabbed his arm and got the needle ready as I buried myself into the whore. "Look at me!" I demanded. TJ looked at me through his foggy eyes as Paul stuck the needle in him. As soon as he released the band, TJ's eyes rolled back into his head again as he coughed. I started pounding the boy as hard as I could, as he broke out in a fresh sweat. "Take it you little fucking meth whore!" I hissed. "Take the cock you traded your ass for. I'm gonna fuck up your world so much you little slut! I'm gonna use your ass however I want, and you're going to beg for it. You're gonna learn what you have to do to get high!" TJ responded by wrapping his arms and legs around me as he gave himself over to me and the drugs. "Fuck me, oh god fuck me!" He gasped. "Oh god it feels so good. Please fuck me harder! Oh fuck it's so good! Fuck my ass!" And fuck him I did. I pounded his little ass for at least 20 minutes before I unloaded into his guts. I pulled out and TJ just collapsed onto the bed. Paul lifted up his legs and slammed his cock back into the boy. "Yeessssss!" TJ groaned. "Fuck me, yeah! Come on man, give me your cock! Fuck me harder!" He cried out. I just sat back and enjoyed watching TJ's transition from a straight boy to a cock hungry cumdump meth whore.

Only the best for Rob High Level friends lmao.

Very interesting. I never care for the bottom’s orgasm. I dont think is relevant or even a good idea for me to concern myself with his pleasure. He is there to be used, abused and bred. Why would it matter if he cums or not? His hard clit in the way would actually annoy me. Nothing like a limp submissive bottom

Chapter 3: After that first hook-up with Mike, we made a regular point of getting together a couple of times a week; sometimes more. He’d come to my place, or me to his, he fucks my brains out, breeds my ass … lots of hot piggy sex. I always end up with an ass full of cum. It’s been nearly a week now though, and I’m really horned and about to go crazy – I need to be fucked. I’m honestly feeling like a bit of a pig. How did I get so hooked up on one guy’s cum? I don’t care. I decide I’ll message him on Kik. Kevin: Sup He doesn’t immediately respond … then my phone buzzes. Mike: Hangin with my friend Chris, horned Kevin: Me too ... come fuck me Mike: Gotta finish up here first … 6 ok? Kevin: yep At that moment an image of a huge cock inside a tight ass appears. Kevin: HOT! Mike: Told you about Chris, right? Mike: That’s him >=) Kevin: MMMMMM Mike: Ok if I bring him too Kevin: Yea Mike: k … told you he’s poz right? Kevin: yea Kevin: It’s cool Mike: Showed him your pics Mike: Thinks you’re hot Kevin: oh yea? Mike: haha … prob wants to fuck you too, he pretty much only tops Kevin: Pic? Mike sends me another pic. Chris is definitely hot. He looks like he’s about 27, nice short cut brown hair, trimmed up beard and beautiful eyes. Then another pic appears, same cock dripping cum over a spread hole, cum is everywhere; Mike knows how to get me hard. Then he follows that up with a link to an XTube video … I’m about to click on it when another message comes through. Mike: Pic is Chris’ cum in my hole and all over my ass Kevin: Fuck he’s got a hot cock Mike: I know Mike: Vid is Chris breeding me Mike: Wait ‘til you feel him doing that Kevin: MMMMMMM Mike: See you in a bit I click the link to the video and all you can see is a guy on all fours taking a cock bareback … he’s begging for raw cock and cum and the top is encouraging him … ‘til the top reaches a big orgasm, and he shoots all of it inside. I need to be fucked like that so bad right now. Mike says he and Chris are coming over at 6 so I decide to get into the shower and get myself and my hole cleaned out and ready. I feel mixed about letting a poz guy fuck me bareback but I’m so turned on after talking to Mike I’m not sure I can say no. I can’t get the images of Chris’ cock and cum, going inside Mike like that, out of my head. I want to beat off right here in the shower, but somehow manage to stay focused, and not touch my cock. As I’m drying off I finally come to a decision, “Fuck it, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to cum in me the way Mike does”. I quickly finish up, I’m cleaned out and ready to go. I feel silly thinking about what should I wear to answer the door but I find myself doing it anyway. I grab a pair of white athletic socks and my favorite ball cap and that’s all I’m wearing. I want to set the tone. I think, “No need to be coy about it … you want him to breed you”. Mike and Chris arrive not much later and Mike lets them in. I can hear them talking, and come popping out of my room, “Hey guys!” I see Mike smile, and he moves to kiss me, “Oh… hey… this is Chris… told you about him”. I move and he kisses me too, he says softly, “Damn Kevin … you’re hotter than Mike let on”. I blush a little bit. I look over at Mike, who’s already removed his clothing, “This way”, he says, pulling both me and Chris toward my bedroom. They’ve been here all of 2 minutes and I already feel a bit attached to Chris, maybe I’m needy, maybe it’s those eyes. Mike and I start making out, Chris moves in closer, and then there’s this mad mash of tongues as the three of us are making out. Chris reaches around and puts a hand into my ass crack… then pulls back, I grab his hand and move it back to my ass; I want him to know I like it there. We break apart and Mike, not wasting any time, leans over the end of my bed ass up and ready. “Someone needs to be fucked … get him ready”, I hear Chris, “Fuck yea I do”, says Mike. I think Mike’s ass is “so hot”, exposed like that, I can’t stop myself and bend down, “There’s some lube there”, pointing, and then bury my face into that hot little ass, “Ahhhhhhhhhh….ahhhhh… fuck yea … eat my hole… so hot”. I love eating Mike’s ass, it gets him so horny. I hear Chris removing clothing and lubing his cock, “Looks like a hot, twisted boy slut needs another load in that ass”. I move off of Mike, I can’t help it, I want to see Chris’ cock. “Another load?”, I think, I’ll have to remember to ask about that, then I hear Mike, “Yeah man … needing another dirty load in there”. Chris removes his tank top and joins me and Mike naked. “Don’t hold back this time man … I want it, hard, raw, intense ….did I say hard?”, Chris just looks at him, “Pig. You want more of my raw cock ehh?”, not really expecting an answer. I look at Chris, “I’ve got poppers if you want ‘em”, handing him the bottle, he smirks, “You’ll want these babe”, throwing them down beside Mike’s head. Chris and I just stare at each other as he gets ready to lay into Mike, “Go lay on the bed beside him … help him through this, but be ass up and ready for me”. The direct approach, I like it … I just smile. Laying down beside Mike I feel myself pushing my ass up. I think, “I want this stud to fuck and breed my ass like he does Mike’s”, it’s scaring me, but exciting me all at the same time. Mike and I put an arm around each other’s back and we’re close enough to kiss … our bodies touching all the way down past our asses. “Please Chris … c’mon man, breed me, pahhz … “, Chris interrupts him, “Yeah you want this”, spanking Mike’s ass with his cock,”… you want this cum … don’t you pig?”, “Yeah”. Hearing Mike beg for cum and seeing him, submissive like this, a slight look of comfort and surprise comes over me. Then I see that look on Mike’s face and look back at Chris, I know he’s teasing and putting pressure on Mike’s hole. I hear Mike moan, “Ahhhhhhhh…”, and I know the head is pushing its way inside him now. Chris moves his body up and over Mikes, covering most of him, and from the look on Mike’s face I can tell Chris’ cock is about to bottom out. Chris kisses Mike’s back and neck and leans in closer, “Yeah baby … gonna give you another poz load from this poz cock … that what you been needing?” I look at Mike, his eyes are closed, he’s gone, “Yes … yeah man … nail me … really give it to me, do it this time”. I think, “This time?!”, I realize how little I really know about Mike. All this talk about “poz cock” is freaking me out a bit, but my hard cock wouldn’t lie to me – would it? Chris for his part isn’t letting it go, “Fuck yeah ... gonna get that load where it belongs”, and Mike blurts out, “In my hole”. After just a few brief warm up strokes Chris puts his full weight into fucking Mike, and from the way the bed’s moving, he’s forcing his cock in deep. Watching all this gets my cock rock hard and I suddenly feel the urge to be the one begging Chris for a load of his cum … his poz cum. I’m so fucking horned. Mike is going crazy from being penetrated, it’s like I’m seeing him in a whole new light, but I’m so fucking horny I can’t think, and sometimes you gotta ask for what you want. I push my ass up further, reach back and spread my cheeks and looking at Mike just spit it out, “Please Chris ... please breed me too”. Chris just keeps fucking. Mike’s eyes open … he smiles at me, “You sure you ready for this babe?”, I smile back nodding, “Yea I think so … I’m just so horny right now, I need it so bad”. “When he starts fucking you he’s not going to stop until he’s cum inside you too”, I nodded, “I know … I know … it’s cool”. Mike just grins, “Alright … you gotta ask for him for it then”, “I thought I did”. I look back at Chris again, “Chris … will you fu’… uhmm”, and I try to sound more serious, “Chris will you breed my ass?”. Chris keeps grunting, ignoring me, he just keeps pounding Mike’s ass. I can see they’re both sweating, and Chris is really moaning and I bet he’s close to dumping his load. “I told you he’s poz, right?”, I nod, Mike’s eyes rolled a bit, “Ohhhhhh… fuck yea … Well … you gotta ask for him for his poz cock … otherwise he’s not gonna fuck you”, Mike’s eyes close, the expression of bliss obvious on his face. I gulp. Hundreds of things float through my mind, images, thoughts, ideas … it’s almost overwhelming for just a brief second. I swallow, open my mouth, and state matter-of-factly, “Chris will you please fuck me with that HOT poz cock of yours and cum deep inside me?” I feel myself nearly breathing the words when I mention his cock and cum. I look at Mike for approval he seems shocked and happy all at the same time – if that’s possible. Chris looked down at me, then kisses Mike, “Looks like your buddy wants my poz cum too”. Mike smiles at that statement, “Yeah I think he does”, and then he looks at me, “Don’t worry Chris can cum more than once”. I realize Chris probably just dumped a load of poz cum in Mike. I feel him tapping my leg, “Ass up again boy”, then to Mike, “Come suck this clean”. I move my ass and look back to see Mike sucking Chris’ cock, it seems so freaking huge. “Ohhhh yeah…. Clean that cock boy … MMMMMM … get me ready to breed your boy”, I can’t take my eyes off Mike’s head bobbing up and down on Chris’ cock, I think, “That cock will be inside me in a minute”. Mike seems very happy being Chris’ bottom, it’s amazing to watch him like this, I think he’d suck him ‘til he squirts again if no one said anything. Chris wants to fuck though, “Ok … I’m good … time to get in that ass”. Chris looks at me, “You need lube?”, “Yeah some, please, I’m tight”, he smiles devilishly. Chris takes some lube and greases his cock and my hole, sliding a finger in the way Mike likes to do me, but then backs it out almost as quickly. I try to relax when I feel it coming, “Ahhhh … ahhhh”, it stings, as the head of his cock eases its way into my ass. “Ohhhhhh fuck … fuck … fuck… “, I can’t stop the words, “You ok boy?”. “Yeahhh… Yeahhh… haaaa …ahhhhha… I’m good… ahhhh… just haaaaaa… stings, but feels good too”. Working me, like he did Mike taking several long, slow strokes to figure out the best angle and see how tight I am before diving in too fast, feels good. Mike moves around to my face and presents his amazing cock to me. He’s always so cute the way he almost beams when he’s in a “top” position, I know what he wants, and open my mouth, letting my tongue go to work on that amazing dick. Then I feel it … Chris works his strokes into a rhythm and I can feel his sweaty sac and chest against my body, I know Chris is poz, and I know he’s going to cum inside me… I also know I’m hard as a rock. I pull Mike’s cock from my mouth, “Just like that … ahhhhhhh … oh fuck yea… ohhhhh that’s good … give it to me”. I don’t want him to stop, not that he’s going to, it’s clear we both want the impending climax. I go back to sucking Mike’s cock. Chris pounds me for what seems like hours, he’s got a strong rhythm, it’s clear to me why he’s only tops. He’s groaning and sweating and just keeps working my hole. I look over at my phone and realize he’s been fucking me a total of maybe 10 minutes but it seems like longer and my jaw is starting to ache from sucking on Mike. Chris pulls out, “Flip over”. I flip onto my back and I think, “Open sesame”, as my legs immediately go up without so much as a word. Mike moves his face to mine and kisses me as Chris reinserts his fuckstick and gets back to work, “I wanna put this second load in deeper”, I pause from Mike’s kiss and my eyes get wide, he just looks at me as if to say, “… told you he can cum multiple times”. Mike moves so his cock is just over my mouth and starts to jack off,… there’s no going back, if I end up poz I’m apparently meeting it head on. My legs are on Chris’ chest and his cock is pounding me, it feels so amazing to be fucked this way. Knowing I’ve already got a load from him is keeping my cock hard as a rock. Mike moves a hand down to my cock, it’s electric, I can’t hold it back, “I’m gonna cum… fuck … I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum”. I want Chris deeper inside me, so I push down on his cock, and I feel my load building … “Ahhhhh.. ahhhhh… FUCK! FUCK! … CUMMMMMMING!”, and my cock shoots squirt after squirt of my seed all over my chest, all over Mike’s arm; it’s going everywhere. My ass grips Chris’ cock like a vice, but he pushes hard enough to keep fucking into me while I orgasm. My eyes are closed but Chris’ grunts tell me he’s getting close, Mike is encouraging him, “Fuck yea man… really give it to him … breed that ass”. Followed quickly by Chris, “Ahhhhh …ahhhhhh …..fuck…oh…ahhhhhhhhhh… FUCKKKKKKK! FUCK YEAH!”, then Mike, “FUCK YEAH!”. I’m getting cum in both ends with Chris fucking a 2nd load of poz cum into me. I join in, “Fuck yeah man! … Fucking give it to me!”. Chris looks at me completely serious, but smiling, he just keeps stroking into me as his cum squirts into my guts, working his load in. His strokes start making that sound that comes from a wet cummy cock fucking a well-used ass … the afterglow is intoxicating. Chris finally pulls out and lays down on the bed beside me, Mike joining him and we just chill in the few minutes following some very hot, pig sex. Mike looks at me smiling, “You good?”, I nod, “Yeah … very good”. I look over at Chris, “That was so fucking hot!”. He smiles back.