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Got multiple loads at my local sauna yesterday, which included servicing a cock most bottoms would avoid. I was up north, family drama with ageing parents. Fortunately I was able to escape after breakfast and was on the road by 0900. Its a 200 mile drive home so I was hitting the City by lunchtime. I dumped my bags, got some fresh French poppers out of the fridge and caught the train into the City. Tuesday's are " Tranny Tuesday's " after 6pm at my local sauna. Not my thing at all, I avoid such encounters at all costs. Fortunately I was leaving when they arrived in any number. I arrived at half 3, prepped and showered before lubing my hole for action. I passed a bearded middle Eastern lad in the corridor, knowing I wanted his load. Fortunately we met upstairs in the dark room. He felt my silky hole, his cock rammed in and he bred me within 5 minutes. Was great to be filled with spunk again, I wanted more. A sexy daddy was stroking by the porn TV. I went into the room opposite, fingering my cummy hole to indicate I wanted his load. Fortunately he took the message. He got behind and fucked my sloppy cunt for the next 10 minutes. He added his load and left a happy daddy. I went downstairs to the "suck a thon" area. A slender talkative lad was keen. He's fucked me before. He takes too much tbh but he went along with it as I know he fucks like a rabbit and leaves a big load. He asked me about my previous encounters. He called me a dirty slut as he added his cum to my now cum filled cunt. After this, I kneeled on the bench and a cock popped through the glory hole. Nothing particularly special about this cock, but I sucked it semi hard . I went behind the screen to find an older gent, big tummy, nothing to look at and not that endowed. The kind of chap that leaves a sauna frustrated as nobody will play with him. I consider encounters like this as a service to the community. It promotes happiness and contentment to the older, more disadvantaged sectors of society. I seek out lads like this. They blow a big load as they know the opportunity to play is few and far between so they make the most of it. I pulled him over to the bench, got him to lie back and I mounted his cock facing forward. It's the best position for bellys, smaller cocks and not 100% hard. He found his spot so I started rocking back and forth. He seemed to like this, I heard his moans. He grew harder in my hole. My rhythmic movement got faster, his breathing quickened and he shot his cum into my cunt. I stayed in position as he softened, his cock plopping out, cum dribbling down my leg. He left another huge load, so satisfying. I left the complex by 7, at least 6 loads in me. Tranny Tuesday's are not my favourite, but yesterday was an exception.

Part 6- Man to Pig Cole’s appearance in the mirror snapped him out of his pig fed daze for a few moments. Two weeks ago he had been a 6’4, average looking guy. Not muscular, not fat, not thin. Blonde hair, brown eyes, light body hair. But something had changed. His eyes and hair were the same. Even his beard was the same, and he was still tall. However looking at his face now, there was a chubby look that wasn’t there before. His beard covered two chins. A large metal bull ring hung from his septum. His biceps had large stretch marks from where the inactivity and fat gainer had taken their toll. The nipple clamps that had tortured him for days the other week had stretched his tits out, and the feed had given him pig tits the size of quarters, each so large now they almost swallowed the piercings he had been forced to get. His once subtle belly had turned into a real gut with stretch marks almost three inches long on both sides. His thighs now had them as well. His gut was so big he would have had to lift it if he wanted to see his full cock, the head was just barely visible. ”Yea yea, get moving,” the Farm Hand said. “We ain’t even close to done with you”. “How much bigger can they expect me to get?”, Cole wondered. The Hand shoved him into a corner and clicked the collar into another ceiling chain. He dipped his hand into a large bucket and began greasing up Cole. “Aight, step in.” Cole had gone back to his blank state of mind. Before he knew it, the Farm Hand had gotten him stuffed into and zipped up in a flesh colored latex suit. It started at his ankles and went all the way up to his neck. “Aight, come on”. The Farm Hand dragged him back to his stall. A couple hours later, he heard the bell again. “Here pig pig pig.” This was new, but it barely registered to Cole. He went to the spigot, sweating in the latex casing. Suddenly the door next to it swung open, and he felt hands shove his head all the way onto the spigot. The hands looped leather straps through extra rings in his collar, and bolted them to the wall on either side. Cole was now bolted to the feeding tube with no escape. “Client says we gotta get you fatter, so we’re doubling your feedings”. This voice was new. It did not belong to the Farmer, Farm Hand, or stranger. “You get water now with the mass gainer, no more milk. And we’re tripling the… special feed in it”, the voice snickered. The fluid flowing down Cole’s throat now was more viscous, like cough syrup, and just as sweet. At the same time, he felt a zipper in the back of the suit being undone, and something was shoved up his ass unceremoniously. He felt a long rush of fluid being pushed into him. “This must be what they meant by deposit”, Cole thought as he chugged on his new feed. It was withdrawn and he heard the door slam shut. He stayed kneeling like that, feeding on the spigot for probably half an hour, however no one released his head after the flow stopped. Instead someone just came in, and gave him another deposit. “Congrats, fag. You ain’t no fag no more, You ain’t even a pig. You been bumped up to hog status”, the Farm Hand said. Cole just barely registered it as the next round of Hog Feed started flowing into his mouth. ——- Have a direction for this, but feedback is appreciated. Probably one or two more installments if there is interest, I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but figured I gauge interest in the the next couple of parts.

I had the day off and wasted no time having fun. I slept in, but once I got up, I went straight to the shower. I made sure my hole was clean and ready for some serious fucking, as I was on a mission of finding some big cock to fill me up. I used a pretty big dildo to fuck my hole to lube the inside up and make sure nothing was going to mess this day up. I got out and dried off and put on a pair of shorts, no underwear, and a lose t-shirt. I drove to one of our better adult theaters, and since it was Tuesday, they showed only gay movies in the theater area. That meant all the hungry top pigs would be out and playing and I should be able to get a few cocks and loads in my hole. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a few cars in the lot, but that doesn’t mean much, as I have learned in the past. I paid my 7 bucks to enter the theater and noticed the movie playing was from Treasure Island. Hot, that should get guys in the mood. As I walked down the long hallway, I took out my poppers and took a long hit, to get the blood flowing and my cock hard. I walked back to the very back of the theater and went behind the half wall they had, knowing that’s were all the action happened. As I let my eyes adjust the darkness, I could tell there were 5 other guys there. I noticed no one was doing much; no one had their cock out. So I decided to take things into my own hands and pulled my shorts off, and placed them on the ledge of the wall. This got the guys going, as they started to take their cocks out. I just stood there with my ass pointed to them, not even looking back to see how was coming up behind me. I felt hands on my ass, grabbing it, pulling it apart to make my hole visible to all. I looked back and saw two 40 something guys with their cocks out, with both their hands on my ass. I just moaned and pushed my ass back so they knew what I liked. All off a sudden I felt a tongue on my hole and I thought I was going to blow a load right there, as his tongue dug deeper into my cunt, making it wetter and wetter. The older of the two pulled me to his 8” and thick cock and shoved it right into my mouth and fucked me hard. I kept gagging as he forced it down my throat. I pulled off and took a huge hit of poppers and went back to sucking his cock. I could feel the guy behind me forces a few fingers in my ass, as he encouraged me to suck his friend’s dirty cock. I just moaned and enjoyed the mouth fucking I was getting, hoping to get the same fucking my ass. And I didn’t have to wait long, as I could feel the guy fingering my ass pull out and start to rub his cock on my hole. I reached back and felt no rubber, and just pushed back on his cock. “Fuck, this lil fucker wants it raw, well raw is how he gets it”. Yes, a pig top, just like I want. And before I could moan, he just slammed his cock right in my hole and I just let out a big yelp. Fuck he was thicker than his friend. He just kept pounding my hole, hitting my prostate, milking the cum out of me. I could feel it dripping from my cock onto my legs. As he fucked me hard, it made his friends cock go farther down my throat. I didn’t think he could last too long fucking me this hard and fast, but I was wrong. He kept fucking me for over 10 mins, his skin hitting me, making a loud slapping sound. I pulled off his friends cock and noticed two other guys jacking off to the scene and they stepped up and shot their loads all over my face. The guy I was sucking just started to moan louder and louder and then shot his load in my mouth. As I pulled off his cock, he told me thanks for taking his dirty seed. His friend just kept fucking me hard and finally started to tell me how he was going to feed me his seed and fill me up. I took a hit of poppers and told him to fill me full of his hot seed. He picked up his speed, something I didn’t think was possible and started to tell me how he was ready to cum and then he started to shoot his load in my ass. He let me know he was cumming, as he told me he was filling me up with his hot poz seed. I just stopped cold right there. Damn this guy was poz. And his friend was too. That’s what he meant by dirty seed and cock. And he let me and others around me that he was filling me up with poz cum, as he was almost yelling out that he was shooting his poz load into me. Fuck, what was I doing? He finally pulled out and slapped me on the ass. I was about ready to get my shorts and run out of there, but another guy walked up and put his cock in my ass. And I couldn’t leave now, with a hard cock in my ass. This guy pulled me up against him and told how hot it was to fuck me knowing I had a poz load in my ass, and he was working it into my ass. I just moaned and he held a bottle of poppers to my nose. He fucked me only for a few minutes, and just hollered with him cummed a load in me. He stepped back and told me thanks. I was worn out, and just knelt down to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe what had happen. The poz guy walked up and told me get up. I just looked up and did what he said. He slipped his cock back into my hole and told me how wet and loose I was and that he loved a sloppy hole. He started to fuck me hard again and I couldn’t believe he was hard again. He just verbally abused me the whole time telling me how I was dirty pig and I was going to get another poz load in my ass. He didn’t last long this time and blew his second poz load in my ass. I couldn’t believe this at all. As he pulled out I could feel the cum run down my leg. He made me clean his cock off and taste all the cum from my ass. He walked off, and I noticed I was there alone. I pulled my shorts on over my cummy ass and went home. As I walked out of the theater into the store, I could see a few guy look and smile at me. I wonder if one of them had fucked me.

I met this young guy on sniffles. He wanted to come over after work He was into older men. I gave him address never expecting him to show. about 7pm he said on his way. In about 10 min he shows up. 20 yrs old slender with a huge dick. he started to kiss me passionately. After a while he got undressed and I sucked his cock. he then started to play with my ass. He whispered he wanted to fuck me. He then said he left his condom in the car and can we go bareback. he slowly entered me till he was balls deep. He kissed me again passionately. While he was kissing me I heard him moan. He blew a huge load in my my ass as his tongue was in my mouth. said when free we will do it again

Part 11- Livestock Now ”Here pig pig pig.” Cole heard the call, but was already at the spigot, He slept there now, just waiting for his feedings. They lasted longer now. Usually he sucked on the Hog Feed for at least an hour. His fuck flu was gone, and he had torn through the latex because he had gained so much weight. His fat had even swallowed his cock. As his feeding stopped, the Farm Hand came in to give him a deposit. Cole didn’t think about it anymore, he just arched his ass. His hole was so gaped now he didn’t feel it, he knew it was done when the man left. “Just a couple more weeks. Then you’re his problem”, the Farm Hand said. Cole had stopped caring about time, He had stopped tracking the days. He didn’t know it, but it had been nearly six weeks since he had been brought to the farm. Now all he wanted was to get bred and fed. Every time he heard the call, was the only part of him that registered anything. “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Getting ideas now for the next part.

Slowly my pulsing cock lost its rock hardness and it slipped from billys sweet boy hole, that was my queue to roll to the side onto my back and recover. To my surprise my new son instinctively knew what to do, carefully repositioning himself between my legs so he could suck my cock clean of any precious seed then relax and cuddle up resting his head on my thigh, staring at the cock he already loves so much. I praised him for his instincts and we settled in. Now was the time to start asking more questions, where was his school, did he want to go back there, is he happy with the events of tonight, did he enjoy being fucked as much as I enjoyed fucking him, did he understand that having received my seed in his ass he should have no doubt about whether I'm proud of him? The puff had us both talkative and son I pulled my son up to tuck under my arm resting his head on my shoulder and cuddling as we talked. Billy told me he wanted to go to a new school, to finish the year and graduate, he shyly admitted that he was already wondering when he might get to be fucked again, and soon enough our conversation came all the way back around to sex. I rolled him over to spoon and cuddled his little boy body into mine, noticing he was the perfect height and size for his boy hole to nestle right against my crotch, we talked about a wide range of things, but I was son reassuring him that he'd get fucked as soon as we were both ready and as I said it I began to gently play with his popped boy cherry. Billy was clearly a born bottom boy, as his ass was already hungry for more and though tender, not too sore for more either. The conversation and sexiness of the cuddle soon had me hard again and this time I decided to try simply sliding into him from the spooning position... Something I often couldn't do because of positioning. I rolled forward a bit cuddling close and rubbing my cock between his ass cheeks, then reached down positioned my tool a little and four the first time in my life I simply slid straight onto my bottom boy without any positioning issues. Billy gasped and instinctively pushed back to take more, I whispered in his ear, "is that what you wanted son?" and he moaned his approval. The rest of the night followed a similar theme, until I had blown 4 loads in my boy and we were both able to sleep. The coming days would need focus and organisation, this boy is mine, I need to make sure fully believes that too.

All the more reason to vote in November. This particular ruling will be the first of many if we don't raise our concerns to elected officials and those running for office. I think for many of us these stories "fly under the radar", but they will have implications in our lives down the road. Keep you eyes open to media reports, and vote for candidates that will protect your rights for things as crucial as PREP. If lawmakers or judges begin to side with those who want to restrict our access to medical care, it's only a matter of time before they try to go further.

You’re nothing but a disgusting cunt-whore! Well, yes - but do you want to fuck? … Yes, please, very much.

Part 9- Gone ”Where am I”, Cole wondered. He had opened his eyes, and knew he was in his own world for now. His fever was gone, but he was still stuffed into the latex suit. “Here pig pig pig”, he heard. Like clockwork he moved to the spigot, and started sucking on it.. His animal instincts had taken over. Now he no longer cared where he was or what was happening. “Aight hog, time to swap out some stuff”. He didn’t know what was happening. He just kept sucking at the spigot. He vaguely registered his guiche piercing being swapped out for a heavier one. Same for his tits and those piercings. He was left alone, but suddenly something happened: he was done with the fever, but his weight got to be too much: he felt his belly and thighs rip through the latex. “Well it took a month, but we got there” the Farm Hand snickered. A month. Cole let his rational brain take over for a moment. In one month, he had gone from average guy to poz pig guy that could barely seen his own cock. And it was just beginning. “Here pig pig pig….” Cole went to the spigot, waiting his next fate. —— Still writing. Next file cumming soon.

Part 8- Hog “Here pig pig pig”. He heard those words, and through the fuck flu, the sweating in the latex suit, and his exhaustion, Cole still crawled toward the spigot. This time, he was bolted in again. He was too tired to even think about resisting. There was something new about this feed. It flowed like molasses but had no taste. Cole didn’t care, he just nursed the spigot until it ran dry. It took nearly an hour. After, he crawled into his corner when he was released and fell asleep, hoping he could stay that way until his fever was gone. Cole awoke to the meal bell, and his call. “Here pig pig pig”. He rotated over, and went to the spigot. As he began feeding, something strange happened. Until this point he had known his cock was hanging below his belly, even though he could not see it. Suddenly something shifted, and it felt like his cock had sunk into his stomach. “Oh fuck. They got me so fat it sunk into the folds”, Cole realized. But then he didn’t care again. Cole hadn’t seen himself in a mirror since his weigh in. But he knew what he must look like, and didn’t care. Little did he know the next time he would be weighed and see his reflection he wouldn’t recognize himself. That was the last part of the Hog Farmer’s process. In another six weeks, he’d be ready to give his livestock to the client. ——- Next part soon, feedback is appreciated.

Part 7- The Hog Farmer ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole woke up to his feeding call. He no longer knew what day it was or how long he had been there. In reality, ever since his weigh in, it had only been a week., The first day he had remained bolted to the spigot, just swallowing the Hog Feed as it came through, accepting the cum deposits as they came. They didn’t clean him out, after the sixth feeding in as many hours he saw the Farmer enter the stall. It was the first time in weeks Cole had seen him. He just stripped, exposing his glorious tattoo’s that covered even his cock. He shoved a syringe with another deposit into Cole’s ass, and when he was done, stuffed his massive 8in cock into Cole as more Hog Feed came down the spigot. Cole had stopped registering though. For him, it was all about what came down the spigot and fed him. When the Farmer was done, he unbolted Cole from the wall, knowing the work was done. “Here pig pig pig”. Cole now was receiving feedings twelve times a day; just as the stranger had said in his weigh in. Not that he really registered that anymore. Every time he heard the call, he moved to the spigot and sucked on it until it ran dry. Today was different though. He no longer got nauseous at his feedings, however halfway through he suddenly pulled off the tube, and vomited. “This isn’t right”, Cole thought, his brain his own again for a moment. The stall swam, and he fainted. The stall swung open, and someone felt his forehead. “Get the Hog Farmer. It’s time”. Cole felt the back of the latex suit being unzipped once again, and he was dragged out of the stall where he was unceremoniously cleaned out. “Well well, took ya long enough”. He heard the strangers voice above him. “This must be the Hog Farmer”, he thought. “You finally got the fuck flu. I have a tally board in my office for you, you got bred fifty times and you had twenty deposits. Can’t believe it took this long, but we got you there.” Cole laid there wondering how he could have lost count of the number of times he had been fucked in such a short time span, but the fever took over and he stopped caring. He was swimming in the latex suit in sweat. “Now, my man told you that you were a hog now. And that’s the truth. After we’re all done with you, you’ll go back to your stall for awhile longer. But remember, I told you we have two types of livestock here: steers and pigs. You ain’t a pig anymore, you’re a hog. And our client said to let us do whatever to get you into shape. So you’re gonna lay there, and we’re going to let the steers at you.” The Hog Farmer said all of this with a wicked grin. As he said this, a stall next to his was opened. A man was led out by a similar collar to Cole’s own, attached to the ceiling. This was not anyone like Cole had ever seen. Clearly he was on some sort of steroid. All of his muscles bulged unnaturally. His cock was swollen though like it had been in a vacuum, and his scrotum had testicles the size of tennis balls. Above his cock was a scorpion, with the tail leading down and ending on his swollen penis. Cole was so feverish by this point he barely retained any of this. He simply turned over, and lay down in a prone position. “That’s right hog, just accept it. Cum boss”, the Hog Farmer said. The steer approached Cole with a blank look in his eye, and without a word or any lube mounted Cole’s ass. He thought if he had been in better health he may have felt something, or even cared, but the tearing he experienced as the man entered him dry was nothing. After only a few short minutes, Cole felt the mans load being pumped into him. He barely registered that the man had broken through his second ring, and was planting his toxic seed deep where it would never escape. The man withdrew, and Cole heard a chain moving away. As we sweat profusely with fever in the latex, he heard the Hog Farmer say: “Bring out the next one.” ——— Continuing soon.

Part 5- Weigh In Cole shook his head groggily as he heard the loud clanging bell at the door to his stall. It only meant one thing: feeding time. Sure enough, the Farm Hand unlocked his stall and slid the door open. “Feeding time pig”. Though there were no windows or way to gauge time, Cole estimated he had been there about two weeks based on the strangers feeding schedule he had been provided. Every couple of hours, someone had come into the paddock and force fed him the odd mixture of fat gainer. This was followed by periodic cleaning out, and subsequent fucking. True to his word, sometimes the stranger made sure that Cole was getting bred as he was getting his feeding. The long stretches between feedings allowed him to guess that a day had passed, however that was beginning to slip. Whatever was in that feed that they had been forcing down his throat had begun to impact his mind as well as his body. After the second day, the mask and cannula were removed. Now when he got fed, he just opened his mouth at the sight of the tube, and no longer felt nauseous. He slowly realized by the end of the week the feedings had steadily been growing longer. Now instead of just a minute or two, the feedings sometimes lasted ten minutes. The breedings however were getting shorter, but increasing in frequency. He would have a load pumped into him in five minutes or less, but thirty minutes later would receive another one. A couple days ago, they had finally released him from the sling. “We’re moving you to a stall”. This man Cole had taken to thinking of as the Farm Hand. He was the only person Cole had seen since that first feeding. He administered all the feed, and cleaned Cole out. He led Cole to a grimy shower area. “First things first”, he said. He shackled Cole to manacles hanging from the ceiling, and proceeded to spray him down with a jet hose. Shivering and naked, Cole dangled there limply, exhausted not only from the rough bath but also from the stress of the last several days. Suddenly he felt his legs being spread apart, and a searing pain at the base of his scrotum. “Fuck he just gave me a guiche”, Cole realized. He tried not to struggle as the man then pierced his nipples, followed finally by a septum piercing. Unhooking Cole from the shackles, the then dragged him by his collar to a modified horse stall, even smaller than the paddock he had been in. His collar was re-attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, and the door slammed shut. Now, two weeks later, Cole wasn’t even sure who he was anymore. Every time he heard the clanging of the bell, the Farm Hand just said “Feeding time pig”. Cole went over a spigot in the wall, and sucked on it as the feed flowed through. Sometimes he would suck on it for fifteen minutes before it stopped. The breedings had stopped for some reason, but Cole’s brain had stopped processing things like asking “why”. However several times a day, the stall was opened, and the Farm Hand dragged him to the shower area to get cleaned out. On this particular day, Cole was fed for about twenty minutes (he had learned quickly after being moved here if he didn’t finish all of it, it meant time shackled and his ass flogged). As he left the spigot and started to work his way back to the far wall where he slept, the door suddenly slid open. “Come on piggy, it’s time for your weigh in. Our client wants to see our progress with you.” It was the man from the first feeding, that had explained what was happening to him. The Farm Hand grabbed the collar and yanked Cole down the hall to a door he had seen but never entered. As they went in, Cole was blinded by fluorescent lights. This room had a very sterile appearance. To one side was a large scale. Cole had spent enough time on his family ranch to know this was used for weighing livestock. “Get up there,” the man ordered. Cole stepped on the scale. The light blinded him still from seeing the numbers, but he heard the stranger say “Hm… 290. Little smaller than we expected at this point. Guess we’ll have to up the feed”. 290lbs… Cole registered suddenly that when he first came in, the stranger clocked him at 230. If his time table was correct, he had gained 60lbs in two weeks! “Ok, get him off, and we’ll get the photos”. Cole was dragged to what could only be described as a police line up wall. There were height marks in the wall. He was then made to stand in different positions; front facing, left side, right side, rear; while a series of photos were taken of him. “Aight, put him in a sausage casing, and bring him back. Oh, and start giving him deposits after you clean him out. We aren’t breeding him right now but he ain’t got fuck flu yet, so let’s see if we can speed it up.” As the farm hand dragged Cole away from the wall and into another corner, he caught a glimpse of himself in a full length mirror, the first he’d seen himself in weeks. His feed addled brain was actually shocked by what he saw for a moment. ——- Part 6 coming soon.

Part 4- Livestock ”What is this stuff?”, Cole wondered. The air was making him sort of loopy, like when he had nitrous at the dentist. The fluid was runny but thick, like melted ice cream. It didn’t really have a taste, but was sort of like milk. He could feel it flowing into his stomach, and his belly swelling. Just as he thought he was going to vomit, the tube was removed and he gulped air in through his mouth. The air flow stopped, and his mouth was covered with tap. ”There, I bet you feel better now that you have something in ya’”, the man said. “Now that we fed ya and bred ya, I figure it’s time we tell you a little bit about our farm. First, we’re way upstate. Our road ain’t on any map even, so you can shout as much as you want when we decide to take let you have your mouth back, cause no one will hear ya. We started this operation a few years back, we realized there are a lot kinky fuckers out there that will pay good money for boys like you, but that need a little… work first. So they pay us, we get livestock like you ready, then they come and collect ya. Don’t worry about your family, you sent them a lovely email telling them that you’re out west for a few months, right before you accidentally dropped your phone in the river.” By this point Cole was starting to panic. He had no idea where he was, where to go even if he did somehow get out, and his family had no way of locating or tracking him. ”Now here on the farm, we have two kinds of livestock: steers and pigs. This guy paid a lot of money for you, and we have a lot to get done. You’re a pig. Here’s how things are gonna go to start: you’re going to get fed six times a day. It’s my own special blend of milk, mass gainer, and some other stuff to fatten you up. Usually it’s used on actual pigs but you need the help. Oh and some poz cum mixed in, just to make sure you get used to the taste. This client wants to make sure you’re good and poz when he gets you, which is why… hey now, stop thrashing!” Cole had begun to wrench around in the sling. He hadn’t gone back on prep since the break up. A whoosh of air and he felt leather smack across his bare ass. It stung so much he was still again, tears streaming down his face. ”As I was saying, he wants you knocked up by the time he come to collect, which is why we’re gonna breed ya between feedings. Maybe even during. We’ll send him progress videos every few days and he’ll let us know if we need to make any… adjustments. But that’s it for now. We weighed you at 230 when we got you in. We’ll see where you’re at in a few days. But that’s it for now, so just lay back and relax.” Despite the depth of his voice, Cole could pick up on the cruel sarcasm in his inflection. “Oh before I go, one more thing”. Cole suddenly felt cold metal clamp down painfully on both his nipples. Suddenly they were yanked taught up in the air. Cole yelled into the mask. “Gotta get those tits nice and big, piggy. Now enjoy your meal, someone will be back in a few hours to clean you at and give you a few more loads.” No one replaced the ear flaps this time, and Cole could hear footsteps moving away. As he laid in the swing, nipples stretched upright, ass full of the plug and belly fuller from the feeding, exhaustion suddenly swept over him, and he passed out. —— Working on the next part, feedback is appreciated.

So far, I got 225. Don't know if I could get higher since I've done pretty much everything that's within my limits.

There aren't many things that make me afraid but this time it was different. I was in line at the MEPS building about to go in for my physical exam, my last step before going into the US Army and I was terrified. For years I have dreamed of nothing but joining the army and it seemed it was almost a possibility. I looked around at the other 50 or so other young men eager to get this over with and start training to serve our country and it was hard for me to stop checking all of them out. I heard my name being called up with ten others and walked into a fairly large room and then we were all told to stand real close to each other and we were all told to strip to our underwear. I could see a few of these other men shy to do so and so was I but we were told to get over it because there was not something we could get away from once we were sworn in and sent to basic where we would be naked showering with other guys so get used to it. Once we were all standing in our underwear we were told one at a time to jog in a circle around the room and once completed to do a few reps of pushups and situps. Once that was completed one of the doctors walked up to each of us and inspected our hands and feet looking for anything that he could see that would disqualify us from enlisting like flat feet or any other body issues. Once completed we all sat on the bench in the room and waited one by one for a doctor to call us into the private rooms and do a more through inspection and to talk about our medical histories My name was called first so I stood and collected my clothes and walked into one of the private rooms and sat waiting for the doctor to walk in. There was a knock at the door and the doctor walked in and shut us in the room. The man who walked in was a stunning man in his thirties I guess with black hair, a strong framed jaw with five o clock shadow and a body that can be seen that many men strive to have. He introduced himself as doctor Sean Exavier and I shook myself out of a daze to greet him back. Well James from what I see so far you look to be in the shape the army is looking for in its troops and I am here to make sure there isn't anything that would keep that from happening further. So let's step onto the scale for me. I stood up and stepped on and he noted in my file my weight of 195 pounds and had me stay standing as he took my height. He noted my height at 6ft 3 and I was pleased when he told me that I am the perfect height and weight for someone my age. I beamed with pride hearing that after spending months working out to get myself ready. Alright now I need you to remove your underwear for me so I may finish the rest of the exam. I was a little hesitant but he assured me that many guys who come through here have been the same and to remind myself that it will happen more and more once I enlist. with that I stripped my underwear off and the doctor didn't even react to the fact that I was rock hard. My cock stood at full attention. It's a full eight inches and I am circumcised with a thick mushroom tip. The doc went right to work feeling my balls checking for any lumps and had me cough for any hernia. It felt amazing when he was touching me and as a plus he wasn't wearing gloves so I could feel his soft skin. He lingered a bit more on my balls and I went red when he asked me to turn around and that he was going to give me a prostate exam now. I turned around and bent over and could feel him spreading my ass open and felt even more red when he commented that he liked my tattoo. I started to stammer and was so worried that he was going to say that because I am POZ that I could go no further and wouldn't be allowed to join the army. He sensed my fear and told me not to worry about it. There are plenty of guys who come through that are HIV+ and have led perfect army carriers. I was relieved when he said this and now turned on. He turned away from me for a moment and told me not to move. He was back at my ass now sliding his wet fingers at my hole probing to get in. I tried to relax as best as I could to allow him access to my hole and then I felt him enter me. For some reason it hurt when he did and I didn't realize until I reached back and found it was no longer his fingers but the head of his cock pushing in. I didn't hear him get naked at all but looked over and saw his clothes neatly folded on the chair next to the exam table. I was shocked that a doctor would take advantage of his patient like this but I am so glad that he did. He slammed his full cock into my ass and pulled me in whispering in my ear that I was getting his added strain to take with me to basic training and licked my neck and continued to slide in and out of my ass making me whimper. He started to make out with me to help keep me quite so any of the others outside wouldn't hear what was going on and he kept pulling all the way out and slamming it in to the root making the exam table squeak more and more with each thrust. I was in heaven feeling each of this doctor filling me and I was leaking so much pre cum and he was smearing it around on our bodies. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and felt him getting thicker as well. He whispered in my ear just as he slammed in one final time "welcome to the poz army slut". With that I lost it completely and squeezed my ass so tight I could feel him unload his poz strain into my ass and it made my cock blow and cover both of us in my cum. We both caught our breath and as he pulled out with a wet plop he grabbed a butt plug from one of his drawers and put it in me stretching my hole and then closing it on the base to keep his strain inside. He kissed me one more time and helped me off the exam table and quickly cleaned ourselves up before we got dressed. He winked at me and said good luck in basic you poz pig. He opened the door and called for the next recruit in line. I went to the next station at MEPS knowing that the army would be a life to look forward to. Part 2 cumming soon

The steps creak up the steep staircase. The smell of sweat and bleach saturate the carpet. He promised me a full charge load. Saved for me. Saved just for me. Palms already sweaty I pay the room fee. Fresh bottle of rush and scribble my name into the sheet like everyone else has done. He says he's already. "Dark room. Hurry, pig." He calls me pig. And he's right. That's what I am. Only happy when I feel the skin on skin contact. Only happy when I know that I'm doing something I know I shouldn't. That I know will get me into trouble. Drop off my stuff in the room and take that first sniff of poppers. Rush and warmth. It's dark down the halls and my head is already spinning. My hole twitches as I head down to the dark room. Several doors are open, revealing asses facing the door, and guys stroking, guys checking out their phones. If any of the guys want me, I'm game. I don't care who plays with me. I see the faint outline and subtle glow of the bleached white towels. He's sitting off in the corner, stroking his hefty cock. I sat down and look to my left. Yeah, it was definitely him. I take a long sniff. "Good pig." He says while stroking his cock some more. He's on the top seat. I'm in the bottom. I move over and position myself, knees on the overused cushion I lick up the base of that cockring engorged dick and I can feel the girth and weight of what I'm going to take. Its heavy, heavier than the pictures made it. Heavier than I thought. Full of poz cum that I wanted, that I needed to be inside me. My mouth envelops his cock and I get to work. Desperately trying to make him wet and harder. I need him to feel like he's more than me. I need him to see that I am a good pig. That I deserve his seed. He moans. He squeals. He tells me to get on my hands and knees. I obey. Propped up against the bench I take a long hit of my poppers as I feel heat at my back door. He enters. This isn't love. This isn't first time. There's pain. But Only for a second. I know he's tearing me. I know he doesn't care. All I know is that finally I feel whole. He grabs my shoulders and starts his assault. He's slow at first. Then fast. He calls me his bitch. He calls me a pig. "Fuck that's hot." I realize now there are two other guys there. A black guy and a young white guy. The black guy moves up in the bench. My hole still taking a pounding. "He in you raw?" He asks. "Yes." I squeak. I feel so used as these men watch this old man pound at my hole. "Can I go next?" The young white guys. He's stroking his long thin cock "Sure." My buddy says. He starts to pick up the pace. He's getting closer. "Suck this dick" the black guy says and brings his cock to my mouth. I take it. He's larger than my friend. He smells like sweat and b.o. The only sounds are me sucking and my friend slamming against my hole. "Fuck!!!!" He yells. Thats the first one. He pulls out. Slaps my ass and casually says.....next.... ***hope you guys got off. More to come. First time posting like this hope you enjoy***

There was a store called Circus of Books on Sunset Blvd in Silver Lake, it was my go-to for porn, poppers, and the things we boys need to play. This was back in the days when Silver Lake was scattered with leather bars, gay bars, sex clubs, and just scandalous. I go to the store the manager who became a friend of mine, was training a new guy, he fucking hot, tats everywhere (side note: tats weren't in back then) tall as fuck, medium-long brown hair, tight jeans showing a hell of a basket. The manager introduces us, his name was Bud, and he and his roommate just moved here. We get to talking he asked me if I could show him around later that night. I couldn't say no, that would be rude. I show up at 10 to meet with him and the manager asks us to come up to the office, never been there before, wtf it's not an office but a playroom. The manager shuts the door, grabs a pipe, and we start smoking, he says, Bud here said he wanted to fuck you, I told him I want to watch. Next thing I know Bud is stripping me down and sucking my dick before I know it I'm on my back getting my hole beat with Bud's big cock. After Bud breeds me the manager flips me on my belly and dives in with his huge cock. 30 minutes later were smoking some more getting ready for another round.

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I have had a couple of experiences with workers as well. The first was in Vegas at a gay resort I was staying at. There was a room where you could sit and watch porn on couches. I was up early and went in to see what it was all about. I don’t watch porn so I was really there to see who came in. A worker that had checked me in and I thought was flirting came in and stood next to me with his cock at eye level. We made small talk and then he rubbed his cock. I leaned over took it out of his linen pants and started to suck. A few minutes later I was bent over the couch and he was balls deep. He bred me and still no one came in. I sat there waiting for the next guy with his cum oozing out of me. The second time was at steamworks in Chicago. I was there during the day when Howard brown was doing hiv testing. I recognized the guy as a boyfriend of a friend of a friend kind of thing. He was really cute and was giving me eye contact. I was cruising around and ran into him. He said he only had a few minutes and turned me around and bred me. I had thought he was a bottom because from what I remember of his husband he was very dom. After he came he went back to doing testing. It was really hot.

First time was with another guy in my grade, both 15. We were friends and started sucking each other off all the time that year, basically whenever we had a free 10 minutes. During lunch at school we would go to this one single occupancy bathroom and if it was full we’d go out to the wood’s behind the parking lot to swallow each others loads. After school I’d go to his house and we would go in his RV to make out & suck and eventually we got into fingering each other too. We got kind of careless sometimes. His two brothers would be on the couch and we’d get up and go in the walk in closet in his bed room which was just the next room over. We’d both cum and come back whenever we were done, I wonder what they thought we were doing lol. Anyways one day it was just us at his house and nobody would be back for awhile so we had spent the whole day naked together. At this point we had got in his parents shower and knelt on the floor taking turns fingering each other. I can’t remember who suggested we finally fuck but we went into his parents bed after and decided I would fuck him. Used some Vaseline on his hole and fingered him a bit more to open him up but once I actually had my cock in him he said it hurt. So I got on my back and he fucked me instead. I remember thinking about how warm his dick felt inside me, it was only a few minutes until I felt it pulsing and he grunted and held himself inside me. Proud to say my first time I was bred. It’s still kind of hot to think back on this time cus it was honestly a really great experience that showed me for the first time how much I really loved cock. Been 8 years now and I’ve taken probably over 100 guys’ cocks but those few minutes I was inside him is still the only time I’ve ever topped. Born to bottom I guess lol.

Note: I'm using @hntnhole's post, but my comments are more intended for and directed to the OP, @BoyStrangler. Ok, maybe I haven't been here that long, so your mileage may vary compared to my own. I've held the unenviable role of moderating other sites over time (I currently have moderation authority on another very large public forum to review reported content or TOS violations), and I can fairly state that it's actually a pretty thankless job. It's like going into work knowing that you're going to piss someone off no matter what you do. Invariably, you do the right thing for the right reasons and the site users will always want to countermand you for every decision. You don't want AI to take over this job when the job of artificial intelligence is black or white and humans can interpret the various grey shades between. Not your circus, not your monkeys, try your hand at creating your own very similar site and see how well you do. And like @hntnhole, I've had disagreements in opinion of certain people on the site, a few of whom might feel as if "they're always right, and you're always wrong". There's this wonderful function on the site that lets you force ignore all of their postings when you've had enough of it. Maybe not a bad idea to do that every so often to let things cool off, as they always will. But if that doesn't work out for you and you find yourself victimized in some way, try a hobby. Youtube has plenty of how-to videos, for instance "How to remove your own appendix", along with any number of cat videos and pimple popping. Try it out. And if you ever want to see true censorship, walk on over to Facebook sometime and meet their Ministry of Truth. That'll make this site seem like paradise. Agreed wholeheartedly. Of course there will be some [banned topics] for either legal or ethical reasons. The same way that Youtube doesn't show videos on animal vivisection -- not everything is suitable for consumption. One to keep in mind.

Part 10- The Second Weigh In ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole heard his feeding call and dragged himself over to the spigot. His fuck flu had finally passed. Now he just felt hungry and tired. As he finished nursing the spigot, the stall door slid open. The Farm Hand grabbed his chain, saying nothing. He dragged Cole to the sterile room again, and shoved him onto the scale. This time, Cole realized what was happening. The Hog Farmer was not in the room this time. The Farm Hand just weighed him, and measured his height. Something had happened though. Cole thought he had gotten over the fuck flu just a couple of days ago. In reality, it had been another two weeks. Since his time had begun in the original paddock, Cole now just gave in. “320”, he hear the Farm Hand say. Cole could feel his tits hanging loose. All he thought about though was his next feeding. —— Working on the next part.

Yeah, Ryan’s cum-filled cunt feels so good, it’s almost indescribable I’m not surprised probably 50% of BZ has bred it !

On Grindr, since you can change your display name at will, when I host, one I take my first load my display name becomes ‘OneLoadIn’. Then, ‘TwoLoadsIn’, and so on. Last time, I ended up on Grindr under the name ‘SevenLoadsIn’. It’s funny to watch how the number of guys viewing the profile picks up speed the higher the number goes. That being said, last time I tallied 132 views on Grindr - and I think only one of them actually fucked me. That may just be Louisville for you - I’ve had similar results before - but it does beg the question of whether I’m hurting my chances by essentially documenting my increasing sluttiness in real time. By far, most men who walk through my hotel or bathhouse door are likely to call me a slut or a whore, and it’s obvious that that doesn’t bother them one bit - in fact, they enjoy it. It seems to give them license to use me harder, or with less restraint; since I’m a whore, the sex, they figure, is what I’m for. Given the situation, I can’t argue with that. So if someone looks at me in judgment over my promiscuity, it just indicates to me that they don’t understand what the whole thing’s about. They have a very limited view of what sexual contact ought to be, and if it doesn’t fit into their framework they don’t want it. There’s not much you can do with that. I understand a considered decision not to engage with promiscuous sexual partners on the basis of STD risk, but at the same time I actually feel sorry for a man who denies himself the use of me because he has a preconceived notion of what I am (note I do not say who I am, as sluts are objectified). He is a man who fucks ass; my ass is available to him; the ass is of good quality; but he goes without. It’s a shame. I’m always fascinated by the sounds men make when they orgasm inside me - they make sounds men don’t make in any other context, sounds that rise up from the very root of them and reveal a vulnerable side, even the most hardened, aggressive Dominant. I sometimes wonder if those who shun sluts are in fact simply afraid of their own vulnerability.

Maybe cheap. Maybe a whore. But in my opinion, both of them can be complements. And I rather enjoyed stuffing my cock up his ass and dumping a couple of loads up there.

I had something similar going on with my ex-boyfriend's dad. I was 18 and it was my very first real relationship. I was deeply in love with my ex, but when I watched him interact with his dad it gave me heat flashes. His dad was overly affectionate, as is constant kisses on the cheek, shoulder rubbing, cuddling, etc. One time I showed up at his house and he was in the kitchen "helping" his dad make dinner; i.e. he was sitting on the counter with a glass of chocolate milk, swinging his legs back and forth while his dad did all the work. It made me crave his father more than anything. My ass would constantly shiver because I was insanely horny for him. But I never acted on it - Because I knew it would ruin my relationship with my then bf and leave him devastated. Because even if his dad was gay or bi and went for it, it would ruin their relationship, too, and leave them both devastated. Having said that, maybe you can be a brother figure to him and help him sort his wiring out. If your boyfriend isn't willing or in a position to do that, I'm sure he'd be open to a dynamic like that with you.

I just finished watching my own femboy faggot son kneel in front of me in a bra and panties, high heels and a pretty wig and full makeup, wrap her lipstick coated cocksucker lips around my cock and suck me off with the muscles in the back of her throat. She literally sucked the cum out of my balls and drank my load like a thirsty girl who was lost in the desert. There is something to be said for the difference between someone who sucks cock and someone who IS a cocksucker. A faggot like my son actually milks the cum out of mens bodies, through the cock and balls. lf you live with a cocksucker or know a cocksucker, you really should be using it. Great blowjobs whenever you want one and they love doing it. Someone recently asked me if I feel guilty using my biological sons throat regularly and even pounding her t-girl pussy now and then and I said fuck no. She’s legal, and more than eager to suck her old mans cock (Or any guy really, cause she’s a slut) plus she is the one who made it happen for the first couple dozen blowjobs before I even knew she was blowing me. (porntheatre gloryhole hookups). As long as she loves sucking my cock and is so talented at doing it, she might as well be servicing my cock.

Part 7- Poz Hog Cole laid in that stall for days. He was still collared to his chain, but they didn’t bother closing the door. “Steers” of all shapes and sizes would be led in at random points, mount him, dump their loads, and then be led out. They all had the same trait though: a scorpion above their cock, with the tail ending at the head of their penis. Cole was so sick and feverish with fuck flu he barely registered it. They gave him nothing but water for two days, however on the third they resumed the forced feedings. He had no appetite but didn’t get sick from the Hog Feed. On the fourth day, he woke up to another steer withdrawing his cock from him and being led back to a stall. By this point his hole was ruined. It barely closed anymore, and was in a constant gape, making Cole long for something to fill it. This time, the Farm Hand appeared and gave him a deposit from a syringe. “Today’s a special day. You’re gonna get your mark,” the man sneered. Cole had no idea what that meant and didn’t care at this point. A couple hours later, he appeared again. “Get up,” the man snarled. He dragged Cole by his collar back to the sterile room with fluorescent lighting. This time, there was a bench in the middle of the floor. “Fuck”, thought Cole. Again, his time on the ranch had taught him that rack was built for one thing only: breeding. The Hog Farmer was in a corner, naked. He didn’t have tattoos like the regular Farmer, just a skull and cross bones above his cock, which was pierced with a massive spiked PA. The Farm Hand led Cole to the bench, and strapped him in. Ankles, knees, wrists, neck. If it could be tied down, it was. He was merciful at least, and spread a large quantity of grease on Cole’s ass, he even shoved a large glob inside of him. The Hog Farmer approached without a word or expression, he moved behind Cole and thrust his giant pierced death stick deep in Cole. The Hog screamed and lost consciousness. The fuck flu combined with the sudden violation was too much. ”Wake up hog”. Someone through water on Cole’s face. As he came to, he realized he was back in his stall. Something was different though. He looked down, and realized he was in a different latex suit. This was red and black. HIs hole was on fire. “Don’t worry,” the Farm Hand said. “The client likes your progress. You only have to put up with us for a few more weeks. Then the real fun starts. But in the meantime, enjoy your new status, and your new ink”. Cole heard the stall slam shut. He realized it wasn’t just his hole that burned, it was both his ass cheeks and above his hole. He had no mirror, and the latex covered it, but he now had a biohazard tattoo above his ass, with “Poz” and “Hog” tattooed on either ass cheek. The pain was nothing compared to his fever and fuck flu though. Just as he began to drift off to sleep, his brain shut down as it heard those magic words: “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Working away. Let me know any feedback.

Watching cocks pumping sperm into wanting holes is only second to looking into a man's face as he does the same.

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

PART I In the summer of my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18, I suddenly started looking less like a boy and more like a man. I gained 20 pounds of muscle, jumping two full weight classes on the wrestling team. My chest became muscular and defined almost overnight. My boyish stomach developed into six distinct muscles that flexed and tightened on demand. In addition, my ass wasn’t flat anymore - it was a genuine bubble butt, a jockboy muscle ass. Even my dick seemed to get fatter and longer. Girls started noticing me. And something else started happening, also: when I walked around town, the occasional man would shoot hungry glances at me, devouring me with his eyes. The truth is, I wanted to be devoured, and every night, when I quietly jacked my dick under the covers, I’d think about my wrestling coach, Mr. Pitt. He was in his late 30s, with jet-black hair and dark, playful, wolfish eyes. He always had a thick layer of scruff on his square jaw, and his torso was just fucking perfect: I’d never seen him with his shirt off, but he definitely had a hairy chest, and his hard pecs were always visible under his tight-fitting polo shirt. From the moment I met the guy, I jacked off almost every night wondering what his cock looked like, imagining what it would be like to touch that chest, that hair, those nips. The assistant wrestling coach, Mr. Strickland, was every bit as hot. A former college wrestler now in his mid-20s, he was a dirty-blond, green-eyed Midwestern jock dude with a massive bulge in his crotch. One time I happened to see him playing basketball shirtless, and I just stopped and stared: his schlong bounced up and down in his loose gym shorts, and his muscled chest was covered with a sexy layer of dark-blond fur. Coach Pitt and Coach Strickland—the brown-haired dude and the blond guy. They were like the Hardy Boys, all grown up, strutting around the halls of our high school with their dress pants stretched tight around their cocks. At the beginning of my senior year, Coach Pitt started paying a lot more attention to me. He made me team captain. He and I would often demonstrate wrestling moves together, and sometimes his hand would linger on my ass after he’d pinned me to the mat. And like all team captains at our school, I was responsible for helping him clean up the equipment after practice - which meant that I got to the locker room 30 minutes late every night, after all my teammates were gone. Then I’d shower by myself, get dressed, and head home. But something funny happened about a week before Christmas: after my shower, I was toweling off in front of my locker, bending over the bench to grab my briefs. And I swear I felt someone staring at me. I turned back toward Coach Pitt’s office, but he was concentrating on some paperwork at his desk. I began slipping my briefs up my calves and thighs, snapping the elastic around my butt, and again I sensed someone was watching - but when I looked up, Coach Pitt wasn’t looking at all. I figured my mind was just playing tricks on me. The next night was even weirder. After I got dressed, I walked past Coach Pitt’s office. His office was composed of two rooms: the front room facing the lockers, and a back room suited for physical therapy and private meetings. The door to the backroom was just barely open, and through the crack I could see Coach watching something on a computer. His back was turned to me, but as I looked closer, I could see that it was porn. And not just any porn - it was gay porn. From what I could tell, Coach Pitt had both of his hands on his cock, jacking like crazy to a scene where some dude was pounding a tight muscle hole. But then he suddenly froze in place, as if he could sense me watching. He tilted his head to the side, listening. And before he could turn around, I ducked out of the locker room and into the night. The next day was the last day of school before Christmas break. As I showered up, Coach Pitt poked his head into the shower room. “Hey, buddy,” he said. I looked over at him. He was only wearing a towel loosely draped around his hips. I stared at his perfect hairy chest, his taut abs, the dense thicket of hair just above his cock bulge. His body was even hotter than I’d imagined in all my jack-off fantasies. A few moments passed before I realized that I was staring. Startled, I looked toward the wall. “Didn’t mean to scare you, Lance,” Coach said, cracking a devilish grin. “Do you mind if I shower in here? The shower in my office is on the fritz.” I shrugged, trying not to reveal my excitement. “Cool,” I managed to croak. He swaggered to the opposite wall and turned on a showerhead. Meanwhile, my cock, no longer a boy’s little dick, but a man’s cock, fat and veiny, began to throb and grow. Then I heard his voice “You’re looking really great these days, Lance.” I turned around to look at him, and saw something I hadn’t even dared to see in my dreams. Coach Pitt stood under a full stream of water, his eyes closed, his face turned upward into the shower, shampoo streaming down his torso, down his abs. As my eyes descended down his body along with the water and the suds, I saw that everything was cascading around his giant cock. He was completely hard. His beautiful dick extended a full nine inches from his abs - a man’s cock, that made me feel like a boy all over again. Panicked, I turned back to stare at the wall. My dick was also now totally hard. I wasn’t sure what to do. Then Coach Pitt spoke. “Hey, Lance? Everything okay?” After a moment’s hesitation, I rotated my torso to face him, trying to hide my giant boner. He was still standing underneath the water, but now his legs were shoulder-width apart, his hands tweaking his nips, his hard cock visibly twitching. And there was a big ol’ grin on his handsome, scruffy face. I stared openly. I didn’t want to say anything. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake myself up. “You have the cutest fuckin’ butt, dude,” he said, reaching down to yank on his dick. “I’ve jacked my cock so many times thinking about your little jock ass.” He paused, then smiled. “You like my dick, huh? I knew you were a little cockhound the moment I saw you at your first practice back in freshman year.” I kept staring. He let out a low chuckle, then gripped his cock with his hand, the muscles in his forearm tensing as he began jerking off in front of me. “You wanna touch my dick, Lance?” he asked. “It’s cool, buddy. Just say it. You wanna touch Coach’s cock, huh?” I nodded. “What was that, boy?” “Yes, Coach, I want to touch your dick.” His smile got even bigger. “Good boy,” he said. “You smoke weed?” “Yes, Coach.” “C’mon, then,” he said. “Let’s go to my office. Hang out. Have a little fun. Cool?” “Yeah, OK,” I said, my body shaking with excitement. I followed him through the front office and into the back office. He closed and locked the door, then turned to face me. He brushed his hand against my chest, then reached around to the small of my back, drawing me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his breath. “Actually,” he said, “wanna try something even more fun than pot?” “Sure, yeah,” I answered. At that point I would have done anything - absolutely anything - to keep this dream from ending. He walked over to a desk drawer, opened it, and removed a glass pipe. “You’ll like this, buddy,” he said. All I could do was nod. I couldn’t believe I was standing in Coach Pitt’s office, the two of us in nothing but towels. “Here: put it to your mouth. I’ll light it. Wait. Just wait for it. You’ll see a little wisp of smoke coming out of this hole here, and then you start inhaling. Now. Start. Good boy. There you go. Keep inhaling. Good.” I blew out a cloud of white smoke. “Do it again,” he said. I obeyed. And a third time. And a fourth. Then he took the pipe and lit it for himself, blowing the smoke into my mouth, then kissed me, his beard rough against my lips. He growled, asking “How ya doing, buddy?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that. My head was buzzing. My cock was unbelievably hard. And something in my butt - well, it almost ached. Like the beginning of a hunger pang I’d never felt before. Coach Pitt dropped his towel, then removed mine. He stepped closer, rubbed his nips against mine, his cock against my stomach. Then he kissed me as his hands wandered down to my jock butt, each hand on an asscheek, spreading my hole. I arched my back just a little bit, and my ass spread wider. He grinned. “That smoke made your hole hungry, huh?” I nodded, and he laughed again. “I’ve got a confession, boy,” he said. “My office shower’s actually working. I just wanted an excuse to get naked with the hottest little stud on my wrestling team.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I kissed him back, hungrily. He growled as his fingers hovered over my hole. “You ever take a man’s cock in this sweet little cunt?” I shook my head. He pulled me closer, grinding his abs against mine. “You gonna give up your smooth, pink, tight virgin ass to Coach? Let Coach dick you deep, slap his balls against your ass, pound you like the sweet hungry fagboy you are?” “Yes, Coach.” “Yes Coach what?” “Please fuck me, Coach. I want your dick inside me so fucking bad.” “Thatta boy," he said, then paused. He lowered his voice. "You gonna make Coach wear a rubber?” I didn't answer right away. Everyone's supposed to use rubbers, right? But then Coach slipped his hand back around my butt and spread my fuck hole with two fingers. “Your Coach fucks the way men are supposed to fuck. Raw. Natural. I want to feel the skin of my fat cock head splitting your little jock butt wide open. I want to feel the heat and hunger of your virgin hole against my bare dick. And you’ll let me do that, won’t you? Because you’re Coach’s good boy. Right, Lance?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me the way you want.” “That’s what I like to hear. A true bottom boy surrenders his hole to raw dick. That right?” “Yes, Coach. Fuck me raw.” “And I won’t pull out until I’ve pounded my boy’s hole full of seed.” I don’t know why, but with those words I almost shot my load without even touching myself. Coach saw my eyes get big, and he grinned. “See? You know, and somehow you’ve always known, that a man’s cum is what you need in this sweet little butt. I want to train my boy to spread his boy hole for cock. Beg for seed like a good bottom. The best bottom.” “The best bottom,” I murmured, nodding. “Let’s get you cleaned out, boy. I’ll show you how to get your ass ready for Coach.” With that he took me back to his private shower and pointed to a little red plastic bulb. “This has some liquid in it already,” he said to me. “It’s a homemade recipe to help my boy get ready for dick.” He reached down, spread my pink hole a little bit, and inserted the tip of the douche. Then he gave a hard squeeze. “Clench your butt, Lance. Keep it up in there.” At first I didn’t feel anything, but then my head began to tingle, and my dick twitched, and I felt a warmth and a deep, dark hunger radiating out from my guts. My butt seemed to pulse with a need to be touched, licked, fingered, fucked, filled. Coach Pitt smiled. “You feel that?” I nodded. “That, boy, is what it’s like to douche with your Coach’s slam piss. You don’t know what slam piss is, but you will. Enjoy the ride. Just enjoy it. But keep your hole nice and tight. Nice and tight for Coach. Good boy.” He turned me around, cautioning me “Keep that hole tight,” as he rubbed his cock up against my crack, adding “You’ve got some fur on this hole, boy.” I nodded. Just a few months earlier I’d started to get hair around my ass, and just a little bit on my chest. “Listen,” he said. “I love a furry hole on a man. But a boy like you? A boy getting his cherry popped? That boy needs a smooth fuckin’ pussy. You OK with me shaving your boy hole, Lance?” “Yes, please.” “Yes, please what?” “Yes please, Coach.” While his chem piss continued to radiate waves of pleasure all over my body, Coach smeared shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the brush of a razor against my hole, and as he shaved me, I swear I could feel every hair surrendering to his blade. “There you go, buddy,” he said, slapping my ass. “Now go release that special brew that Coach squirted up your hole, then come back and I’ll fill you with the rest.” After a second dose of slam piss flooded my guts, Coach handed me the little bulb and told me to finish up. “And then you know what happens?” he asked. I smiled eagerly, responding “You fuck me, Coach?” “Not quite yet. First we’re driving back to my place, and we’re gonna hang out with Coach Strickland. He’s dying to see your boy hole. Would you like that?” “Fuck YEAH.” “Such a good boy. You want both of your coaches to pound you full of their seed, huh?” “Fuck YES. Please, Coach.” He paused. Then he drew me closer to him, kissed me, and brushed his beautiful dick across my abs. I could feel the pulse of his cock, so full of blood. I looked down at his massive, swinging balls, so full of cum. Then I heard his voice again. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please knock me up, Coach.’” “Please knock me up, Coach.” “Good. Now: ‘Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.’” “Wreck my boy hole, Coach. Please.” “Good boy. And finally: ‘Make me yours forever.’” “Make me yours forever.” “Very good, boy. Now go clean up. We’re gonna make this the fuck of your life.” MORE SOON...

Chapter 1: The Aftermath Andrew sat beside the bed, resting his hand on the left hand of Markus. Did Markus even know he was there? He couldn’t tell. Markus was penned in place by an array of wires, tubes, and cuffs, and surrounded by pumps, IV drips, and monitors. Large areas of his face, right arm, and right leg were swathed in bandages. The room was filled with the sounds of bleeping machines and the steady rhythmic whoosh of the respirator. There was no other sound. The figure on the bed lay still. This was the fourth day now that Andrew had kept this vigil beside his man. Three nights had passed since he had received the call to go to the Vancouver hospital because Markus had been in an accident. Andrew had burned up the roads, trying to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Once there, he’d stared in shocked disbelief at the still figure while the doctor had droned on and on. Words and phrases like “… severe burns to the arm and leg… several rib fractures… soft tissue injuries… inflammation… possible brain damage… induced coma…” had washed over him without any of it registering. The doctor had needed to explain it all to him again, patiently, the next day. Andrew couldn’t comprehend, he couldn’t fathom, how a man as vital and vigorous, as endlessly energetic as Markus, could possibly be lying there, unmoving. It reminded him of a fairy tale where the hero or heroine was entrapped by an evil magic spell and would be held immobile until released by the coming of love, expressed by a kiss. With that thought, he’d tried kissing Markus. It hadn’t worked, and Andrew had then felt like a complete idiot for even hoping that it might help. And the whole day had started off so normally. Andrew usually wound up sleeping on his face, and (as so often before) he slowly came awake to the unmistakable sensation of Markus sliding a wet tongue between his ass cheeks, probing gently at his hole. Andrew squirmed and moaned gently as he felt that delicious sensation of the warm, wet tongue prodding at him, getting him wet, and then pushing to try to enter him. Markus was an absolute master of this use of the tongue as a warm-up to something bigger and firmer. Andrew spread his legs wider apart and relaxed into the feeling as Markus continued to lap at his ass crack, washing the sides of his cheeks and poking at the tight little opening. Then he felt the finger rubbing gently at his anus, rubbing and pressing, seeking to open him up. It was that finger that found the way in first, and the tongue soon followed. As always, Markus took his time, thoroughly enjoying making love to his man’s ass, sliding his tongue in and then alternating with the finger, twisting around, eventually finding and stroking the prostate. By now, Andrew was thoroughly awake and his cock was well on its way to becoming fully hard. He knew perfectly well that Markus would have been hard even before he began, and that made his patience and perseverance all the more amazing. When it came to sex, though, Markus was never in a hurry. Taking his time was far too enjoyable. At last, the tongue and finger withdrew, and Markus began to move. Andrew felt him sliding up his back, his firm pecs rubbing across Andrew’s back muscles, and then the rigid pole sliding into the crack between his buns. Even now, Markus didn’t rush, letting his cock slide along Andrew’s crack, up and down, as he gently humped his husband’s butt. Finally, though, Andrew started getting impatient. He was passing beyond wanting Markus inside his body to the point of needing it, needing his man’s cock to be fully buried inside him. He pushed his ass up, and said, “Give me that beautiful cock, Markus. Slide it right inside me and show me how you can make love to my ass.” “You want my cock, Andrew?” “God, yes. I want it now, and you’re driving me crazy by teasing me – and you know it!” Markus gave an ironic little laugh, and said, “All right, then. You know I always give you whatever you want.” With that, he reached down, took his thick shaft in his hand and placed the tip against Andrew’s hole, now thoroughly wetted and loosened. He then began to lean on it, firmly but still without haste. There was a gasp below him as the head pushed its way inside, but not a sound of protest – more of a sound of relief that the teasing was finally over and the action was beginning. Markus continued to push downwards, sliding the entire eight-inch shaft behind the head into Andrew’s tight fuck channel. His dick was an unusual shape, getting thicker towards the base, and Andrew loved the sensation as Markus reached full penetration, then stopped at the point where his hole was stretched to its widest around that beautiful cock. “God, Markus, that feels so incredible, you’re stretching me so wide.” “It feels amazing to me too, Andrew – every time.” And with that, Markus began to move out and back in, sliding his cock deep inside his husband’s muscular ass and then withdrawing until only the head was clasped by the ring of muscle. As he moved, he slowly increased the speed until he was steadily pumping into Andrew’s hole, still without haste but driving fully and deeply in on every stroke. Andrew moaned in ecstasy as Markus plowed him deep. Markus reared up on his arms into push-up position, needing more leverage, and his muscles flexed as he continued to pick up speed, the flop of blond hair across his forehead bouncing up and down as he fucked faster and faster. In another minute or so, he was going at close to full speed, his hips making a loud “smack” each time he slammed down into Andrew’s firm, muscular ass. His breathing was coming shorter and faster as the fuck strokes continued to gain speed, and he knew he was going to explode very soon. Andrew knew it too. He heard the rapid breathing, and shoved his hand under himself, grabbing hold of his own cock and jerking it forcefully. He knew how much Markus loved to be talked through his climax. “Yeah, Markus, yeah. Fuck me harder, you stud. Give it all to me, deep and hard. I want you to cum in me, to breed me deep. Cum inside me! Fucking give me that whole load!” Markus was now gasping and groaning as Andrew clamped the hole down tightly on his cock on each thrust. “Cum in my ass!” That final cry pulled the trigger. Markus slammed all the way into Andrew and held it there as the first three big shots of cream erupted deep inside Andrew’s ass, then followed with a quick series of short slams against the cheeks as the rest of his load streamed out into his man’s hole. As soon as Andrew felt Markus cumming in him, he twisted and groaned and let his own load erupt out onto the bed underneath him, soaking the sheets with a generous blast of cum. Then Markus collapsed onto Andrew’s back, his arms unable to hold him up any longer. Andrew reached up and back with both arms, stroking his husband’s firm body as he panted for air in the aftermath of orgasm. Then he turned his head to the side, allowing Markus to seek out his mouth for some intense kissing while they were still riding the high of cumming right together. When evening came, it was typically Andrew’s turn to fuck Markus and load him up. Andrew’s fucking style was more forceful, more energetic, and faster overall, yet they still managed to cum right together more often than not, and frequently Markus would cum without even touching himself. Andrew had driven home that afternoon, all set to give Markus a fuck for the record books – and then had found himself, instead, sitting in the hospital, staring wide-eyed at an unconscious, immobile body. On the second day, Andrew had found himself frantically jerking off in the shower. He was all primed by force of habit to be fucked and to cum, and he had to get it out of his system before he could do anything else. It was on the third day that Andrew’s brother, Chad, and his wife, Alicia, had arrived from Toronto. The two brothers had always been close, right from boyhood, and finding out that Andrew was gay hadn’t disturbed Chad in the slightest. He’d suspected that even before Andrew himself had figured it out. “Chad. Thank God you could come.” “Of course I came. I’m worried about you, bro.” “Thank you for coming too, Alicia.” She said nothing, but hugged Andrew hard and long. That hug was a speech in itself. Unlike Chad, Alicia had never really felt much at ease around Andrew and Markus, taking refuge in polite but stiff formality. With the passage of time, though, she had gradually begun to realize that maybe, just maybe, her fiercely religious and moralistic family upbringing hadn’t given her as many of life’s answers as she used to think. The three of them had sat and talked about what had happened, while Andrew continued stroking the hand that didn’t respond by so much as a twitch. Chad saw that, and his worry and concentration deepened. At last, he came right to the point. “Andrew, you need to get out of here. You need to take a breather for a few hours at least.” “No! I can’t. I won’t. He might wake up. I need to be here if he wakes up!” “Andrew. What are the doctors saying?” “It’s… he’s in a coma. Induced coma.” “Andrew, he’s not going to wake up until they feel sure it’s safe. Until then, they’re going to keep him unconscious, to help his brain to heal.” “But, Chad, I know he can hear me. He has to hear me. He has to know I’m here with him.” “Andrew!” Chad’s voice came out in an abrupt bark. “You need to take a break. You’re on the thin edge of cracking apart from the stress, you’re wound as tight as a strung bow, and if you snap, that’s not going to help Markus at all. Come on, we’re going out.” Andrew kept trying to fight back but soon ran out of steam and slowed to a stop, like a nursery toy that had run down and needed to be wound up again. In the end, it was sheer emotional exhaustion that decided the argument. Andrew stood up, Chad and Alicia got on either side of him and took his arms, and the three of them walked out of the hospital. Outside, Andrew was almost shocked to see the setting sun touching the mountaintops with rose-tinged light, glimpsed through the trees in the park across the road. He’d been convinced that it was deep, dark night. But it was light, the world was awake, people were hurrying by on foot, on bicycles, in cars, and he took a deep breath and felt a bit of the tension leave him. They walked around the corner to a small seafood restaurant, eating an excellent meal and having a couple of glasses of wine each. It was the first decent meal Andrew had enjoyed since that awful phone call. He could feel his frozen brain beginning to thaw a little more. During dinner, conversation turned to their parents. Their mother, Chloe, was recovering from surgery in Ottawa and since she was now in her eighties it was a prolonged process, so it hadn’t been possible for them to come west. Chad had filled them in as much as he knew about what was happening. He would talk to them again, but he also urged his brother to call home. “You know that Mom and Dad love Markus as much as they love us, and Mom especially is going out of her mind with worry. It’ll do both of you good if you talk with her tomorrow – it’ll be too late tonight with the time change.” Andrew nodded agreement. Then Chad changed the subject, cautiously moving onto more painful ground. “Before I forget, I talked to Uncle Tommy as well.” Andrew immediately stiffened. Chad knew it was a sore spot, but it had to be said. “He’s really worried about you, too.” Andrew didn’t look up, but instead spoke to the table cloth. “I can’t talk about that right now.” Chad sighed. He’d guessed right -- Andrew was still struggling with the intense pain of that loss a few months earlier. They’d both gone to Alcantara for their Uncle Rich’s funeral. Both of them had liked the older man very much, but in Andrew’s case the liking had soared to the edge of hero worship. Rich, their mother’s older brother, and his husband Tommy, had been the first people Andrew had told when he’d decided to come out, even before telling his brother and parents. The safe zone they’d represented for him had been one of the biggest anchors of his entire adult life. Their wise advice and experience had kept him afloat through a couple of early and disastrous attempts at relationships. They had expressed real pleasure when he met Markus and introduced him to the older couple on a video call. His two uncles had come to the wedding when he married Markus, making a wickedly funny joint speech about their nephew that had the entire audience – including Andrew and Markus -- roaring with laughter. The special relationship they enjoyed just went from strength to strength as the years rolled by. They’d visited with each other frequently, taking turns doing the travelling, and even gone on joint vacations. No doubt some of the people who saw the older and younger gay couples going places and doing things together had speculated about possibly kinky daddy and boy antics in the bedroom but, as it happened, sex hadn’t played any part in their relationship – although they had all loved each other dearly. Now, Rich was gone, and both Tommy and Andrew were suffering. Chad knew better than to force the subject, so he changed to another topic. Time enough to return to that later. As the dinner ended, Alicia was the one who suggested to Andrew that he come and stay with them. “We rented a condo for a couple of weeks, and you might want to use the spare bedroom. Just so you can have some company in the morning when you wake up.” To his own surprise, and theirs, Andrew found himself agreeing. His state of exhaustion was such that, when he undressed and fell into bed, he went out like a light and didn’t wake up for nearly ten hours. In the morning, over breakfast and coffee, Chad said, “Andrew, do you want to come over and stay here with us for the next week or so? Maybe better than being at home alone right now.” Andrew thought about it for a moment, and silently nodded his head. “Okay, after we finish breakfast, let’s go over to your place and you can pack a bag, then we can drop it back here before we go on to the hospital.” By the time they reached the hospital, Andrew had calmed down and unwound far enough that he actually followed and took in everything the doctor was saying. At first, the report sounded positive. The pressure and inflammation in the brain was decreasing, and the doctor felt sure that in three more days they could slowly allow Markus to emerge from the induced coma. But then, as the doctor went on, Andrew felt his stomach sinking back down into his shoes. “There is some evidence of possible brain damage. It’s not likely irreversible, but when he wakes up he may display signs of memory loss, perhaps extending back some time before the accident.” Chad gripped Andrew’s shoulders firmly as he sensed his brother losing his cool, composed manner again. “Can you tell us anything more, doctor?” “At this point, no. We will only know more when he does recover consciousness. At the least, he will certainly be in the hospital for several weeks more because of his physical injuries, followed by an extended period of physiotherapy.” It was an unnerving prognosis, and Chad could see that Andrew was thoroughly scared of what might happen when Markus did wake up. Chad stuck close to him for much of the day, finally leaving at about 4:00. After that, Andrew was sitting alone again by the bedside, while Chad and Alicia were off visiting some friends in Vancouver. He was again gently stroking his man’s hand, trying to will his soul to penetrate the dense fog of the induced coma and make contact with the soul of Markus. Andrew’s concentration was so intense that he didn’t even hear the footsteps entering the room behind him. But he did hear the voice, a voice deeply familiar to him, even though it was nearly half a year since he had last heard it. “Andrew.” He stood and turned, his eyes staring wide open on a gasp at the sight of that lined and tanned Asiatic face, the wise, ageing eyes brimming over with sorrow and concern. “Uncle… Uncle Tommy….” And then, just like the frightened little child he had been so long ago, he suddenly raced into his uncle’s arms and they held each other tightly, fiercely, as they sobbed out their stress and their grief together. After that first emotional storm had passed, Andrew found that the dam had burst and he could hardly wait to have a long, intense talk with his uncle. There was so much for both of them to say, as he well knew, so much that they couldn’t really share with the rest of the family as openly as they could with each other – this above all, because of the special commonality and affection between them. Andrew sent a quick text message to Chad, telling him they were going out (but not where they were going), and they headed off to have a long dinner together. Tommy talked at length about his own emotional stresses from losing Rich, his husband of nearly half a century. It helped Andrew immensely to hear that they shared many of the same emotional triggers, even if the precise causes were different. But were they? Even now, Andrew couldn’t rid himself of the nagging suspicion that things were going to go wrong, that Markus might still die. It was time. He forced himself to drag his fears into the open, to speak them out, to give them life and dimension by putting them into words. Even now, although he couldn’t bring himself to put it quite so bluntly, the fear that he was going to lose Markus hovered behind all the emotional stress that he was describing to his uncle. But Tommy fully understood this fear, too. He put his hand over Andrew’s and gave it a friendly, familial squeeze. “Andrew, you’re worrying too much. You can easily waste half of your life worrying about what might happen, only to find that it doesn’t work out that way. Rich was often like that too. You can’t know yet exactly what will happen, but Markus is just like you – vigorous, energetic, active, and careful about his health. Whatever exactly comes when he wakes up, you can be sure that both of you are good for many more years yet. Just look at his family, and then look at your parents, and your uncle. Good genes.” And Tommy gave Andrew a jaunty wink in which Andrew could clearly see the witty, bubbly young PhD student who had so captivated his uncle. Finally, at ten o’clock, the restaurant owner had to ask them to leave as it was closing time. Tommy picked up the bill, over Andrew’s protests. “Uncle Tommy, please let me take care of it. You’re the one who had to travel all that way to get here!” “Quite all right, Andrew, I’d been hoping for an invitation for a while so, when this happened, I just invited myself. Rich would have beaten both of us to the bill if he’d been here.” Tommy chuckled, Andrew joined him, and then the older man’s face began to crumple. Andrew drew him into a strong hug, holding him close as he cried silently. The restaurant owner stood by patiently, divining that this was much more than just another couple having dinner. Finally, Tommy regained control, and they walked out into the night, noting the full moon shining down on the still-busy streets. As they went, Tommy apologized to the restaurant owner for holding him up so long – an entirely characteristic action. Andrew walked Tommy to his hotel, and then took the SkyTrain back to the condo that Chad and Alicia had rented. He was glad to be alone. It was a silent, thoughtful ride. They’d given him his own key and door pass so getting into the building and the suite was not a problem. He found Chad and Alicia sharing a glass of wine and could guess, from the sudden silence, that they were talking about him. “How did it go?” Chad asked. “Better than I feared,” Andrew replied. “We both needed to talk. It helped.” “Helped you or him?” “Both of us.” “How long is he staying?” “He didn’t say, but I’m sure he didn’t fly all this way just to turn around and head back to Alcantara tomorrow.” Chad and Alicia nodded. “I expect he’ll come by the hospital again tomorrow.” “We’ll see him then,” Alicia said, and for once she didn’t look nervous at the thought of again meeting the famous gay uncle. Chad could sense the change in her, and it pleased him immensely. Andrew slept well. In his dreams, he was a young man again, meeting Markus for the first time – but instead of the beachfront park in Vancouver, he met Markus on the beach at Bahía de la Paz in Alcantara, and when Markus drew close to Andrew, he had the face of the young Tommy which Andrew had so often seen in photographs. He awoke then, realizing that Tommy and Markus were actually like each other in ways he had never understood before this night. Did that mean he was also more like his Uncle Rich than he had guessed? Tommy had hinted at such a resemblance, but perhaps it went deeper than the single point Tommy had mentioned. Musing like this, he fell asleep easily again and slept the rest of the night in peace and tranquility. The next day, while eating lunch with his uncle in the hotel café, Andrew narrated his dream. Tommy smiled, wistfully, obviously sunk in his own memories of his lost love for a moment. Then he spoke. “Did Rich ever tell you how we met?” “He told me that he met you at an embassy reception in Ottawa, and then again a couple of years later after you had moved to Alcantara.” Tommy smiled. “Just that?” Andrew nodded, and Tommy went on. “Andrew, I spotted him lying out, enjoying the sun on the beach at Bahía de la Paz, and went over to speak to him. That’s when I recognized him as the tall, handsome lawyer who had captivated me at that embassy reception.” “Wow.” “I think Rich was talking to you in your dreams last night. I’m sure he’s keeping as close to you as he can right now. He always cared so much about you and was so proud of you, almost as if you were his own son.” Andrew decided to risk a personal question. A bit hesitantly, he asked, “Do you feel him close to you as well?” Tommy chuckled. “Andrew, you don’t have to hesitate to ask me anything. We don’t keep secrets from each other, remember? That’s how the four of us have always rolled. Yes, I do feel him close sometimes. Not as often as I could wish and not as close as I want, but still….” Andrew sat silently, watching and waiting, until Tommy went on. “Rich had some truly awful experiences when he was younger. So did I. We lived through them, and we learned from our mistakes, and when we met each other, we were ready to live and love fully. He wouldn’t want the pain of our loss, or of this horror show you’re going through now, to ruin our lives but he would want, and expect, that we would not just get through it but learn from it all.” Coming from anyone else, those words would have sounded just too trite, too pat, to be credible – but when it was Tommy saying it, with all the wisdom of his seventy-five years, it made more sense to Andrew. Perhaps that was not least because Tommy was one person whose only personal stake in pulling him through was the same kind of enduring love that had held him and Rich together for over 40 years and had drawn Andrew and Markus so close to both of them as well. Two days later, on Monday afternoon, with all four of them present, the doctor explained that he was now ready to start releasing Markus from his coma. It would take, he said, about 24 hours, give or take, so he would not likely wake up and become responsive until some time around noon or later on Tuesday. Chad, Alicia, and Tommy all told Andrew that they would be there with him when that happened. That night, all of them slept restlessly, disturbed by strange dreams, as if the same spirit of disquiet was invading all of their minds simultaneously. The next day, they assembled again in the room, and waited. With them were a nurse and the doctor. The doctor warned them all to keep back a bit from the bed in case anything happened and he or the nurse had to intervene suddenly. Tommy was the most patient of them all. Alicia was second-best, keeping her arm draped over Chad’s shoulders so he would know she was with him. Andrew, understandably, was the edgiest of all. He just couldn’t wait any longer to see and be seen, to speak and be heard, to kiss the man he loved, even though full-throttle hugging was impossible due to the profusion of wires and tubes. At last, Markus began to stir. His head turned a bit from side to side, his eyelids fluttered for a moment but didn’t open. Then his arms and legs began to move slightly. The doctor was watching closely. “Motor function in all four extremities,” he muttered to himself, making a note on his chart. Markus blinked, and his eyelids rolled back, revealing those startlingly blue eyes which had so enthralled Andrew when they first met. He was staring upwards at the ceiling, not focusing, plainly trying to decipher what he was seeing. His mouth opened, and there came first a couple of inarticulate sounds, and then – startlingly clear – a name. “Werner.” “Who?” Alicia whispered. Andrew put up a warning hand, indicating silence. The eyes of the man in the bed began to move, swinging slowly down from the ceiling until he took in the group of people watching him so avidly. He looked faintly puzzled. “Hello, Markus,” the doctor said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Uh… you look like… must be a doctor.” “That’s right. I’m Dr. Preston.” At that point, Andrew couldn’t hold himself any longer. He stepped up to the bed. “Markus, my love, it’s me. Andrew.” “Who?” Andrew’s face fell to the floor. “Werner? No, you’re not Werner. Who are you?” At that, Andrew’s composure cracked. He dropped Markus’ hand, turned, and walked swiftly out of the room, leaving Markus staring in a puzzled way at the spot where he had stood. Chad began to follow, but Tommy put out a hand to stop him, and said, “No. Let me go.” As Tommy left, Markus began talking again. “That wasn’t Werner. Where is he?” And then, on a steadily rising note of panic and anger, “What have you done with Werner? I want to see him! Where is he???” The doctor said, quickly and quietly, “You’d better go. You’re doing more harm than good being here. I may have to give him a sedative.” “We’ll be in the waiting area,” Chad replied as they left. Out in the hall, Chad and Alicia looked at each other, wide-eyed. It was clear to both of them that Andrew’s nightmare was just beginning.

Here is my first try and writing a story. I am an only child. I always wanted an older brother. My dad traveled a lot on business, and so I thought a older brother could have filled in that void, someone to hang out with, play catch with, and generally a big brother who would 'show me the ropes' (hmmm looking back on things now, Freud would have fun with that last sentence). My father was also an only child, so I had no cousins on that side of the family, and my mom only had one sister, who had two girls, a few years younger than me, which wasn't what I was looking for either. So I didn't really have any cousins with whom to hang out, either. As I grew older and started finding porn, I discovered 'family' stories always made me horny. Not the father-son stories, but the stories that feature brothers who fuck with each other would (and still do) get me rock hard. These tended to fall into two camps: the loving older brother who takes his little brother under his wing and teaches about sex, - how to jerk off, and eventually how to suck cock and even get fucked, and the other type is the more sadistic older brother who basically rapes his little brother, makes him his slave and cum dump and then whores him out to his friends on the foot ball team. I found both of these scenarios really hot. I would have been happy with either kind of brother. I can't count the number of times I jerked off thinking about my older brother's cock in my ass. I'm not being immodest when I say I am kind of hot, - just repeating what guys have told me. I'm 28, 5'9"with a tight lean build, with black hair, blues eyes, a little fur on my chest with a treasure trail down to a nice big black bush, a smooth ass, hairy crack and then nice hairy legs. I have a nice size cock, and I am lucky enough to be one of those guys whose cock is a nice size even when soft, so I get noticed in the locker room. When hard, my cock is a bit over 7" with a nice mushroom head, so lots of guys like sucking my cock, and I get lots of offers to fuck, and I've have taken up guys on some of those offers, but I have always been a bottom (the little brothers in those stories were always the bottom for their big brother) so I am happiest on my knees sucking cock or on my back getting fucked. I have never had problems finding guys for sex, but never found the 'right' guy. I've dates some but it never worked out. My fault - they were never the big brother for whom I was looking. After a few mediocre hook ups, and a few where the guy didn't get the hint to leave afterwards. (I'm a mid-westerner I'm perhaps a too polite, or is it that being a natural bottom I'm just not forceful enough to come out and say, "that was a really boring fuck, maybe you should leave now"). Then I discovered the baths. At the baths no one is expecting to spend the night and have you make breakfast the next morning. And if a fuck is only okay, well a better one might be right around the corner. Which, sorry for that long preamble, gets me to the point of my story. I have always played safe.... I mean would suck and swallow (I do love the taste of cum) but I would never let a guy fuck me without a condom. Now, we all have a 'search image' of the kind of guy we find hot. For me, as I explained, I have been on the search for my 'older brother', so it's no surprise I've long been attracted to guys who were a a few years older than my age, but who look kind of like me (e.g., black hair, blue eyes, some fur), but they seem to be a bit few and far between in Minnesota, the land of the blonde haired Scandinavian, where I lived back then. Don't get me wrong, they are hot - most of the local guys simply don't look like they could be my big brother. Everything changed when I had to go down to Chicago on business. My meetings started on Monday, so I flew down Friday after work so I could explore the city, which has some great museums and wonderful architecture - and yes, I had heard the baths down there were hot, and so it was no surprise that I sought-out and checked into one of the bath houses. I had been there about two hours , I had had some fun... sucked off two guys, when I saw HIM. I guess he was around 32, about 6'2" about 20 lbs of muscle heavier than I, black hair, blue eyes, a nice thatch of black hair across his hard pecs, a trail down the middle of his abs, and nice strong hairy legs. His towel was slung low around his hips, so that the top of his bush was coming over the top, and I could see the outline of his big fat cut cock against his towel. I literally became weak in the knees..... it looked like we came out of the same gene pool.... he was just a bigger slightly hairier 4 year older version of me. I wanted him. I NEEDED him. I didn't care if he was gentle and romantic or tied me up and raped me. Either 'type' pf big brother would do. I needed to taste his cock and feel him inside my ass. The only problem was that he was with this skinny blonde twink. Now, the kid was cute, but - well maybe it was just a one off. Maybe he wasn't 'into' smooth blondes, so I am kind of ashamed to admit this, but I started stalking him around the baths. Much to my dismay I noticed most of the guys he fooled around with were twinks, but I held out hope that while he had fooled around with a bunch of the twinks over the next hour, he didn't take anyone back to his room. So I got to see his cock as various twinks sucked on it for him. It was beautiful enough when outlined through his towel. When I saw it uncovered ....damn.... a massive black bush, low hanging hairy balls, and hard, it was about 8-1/2 a perfectly straight, a fat veiny cock with a big mushroom head. Finally, when he was in the steam room I got up the courage to try and get closer. He was on the top tiled bench, naked, legs spread slightly, his cock, in that wonderful 'not soft not fully hard' stage, just nice and plump hanging over his balls. He was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed. Sweat from the steam room, trickled down his fury chest, down into his pubes. I screwed up my courage and slid a bit closer to him and then reached out and brushed his chest with my finger tips. He gave a 'mmmm', that invited me to go a bit further and so I leaned in to gently take his nipple into my mouth. As I gently flicking it with my tongue he let out a longer moan, and then I felt one of his strong hand on the back of my head pushing me down to his cock. I slid my tongue down his chest, tasting his sweat as I went, down to his bush and inhaled, my cock twitched, my senses were on overload. Finally after all these years I was tasting, smelling, and feeling my 'big brother' (just like in those stories where the sweaty big brother comes home from football practice and makes his little brother service him). As I took the head of his cock in my mouth I could feel it stir and grow stiffer. He let out a slightly longer contented moan and he thrust his hips up slightly. He kept his one hand on the back of my head while I felt the other slide down my back to my ass, which by now had a nice slippery sheen of sweat. His had massaged my smooth ass cheeks for a bit and then started to explore my hairy crack. The hair was slicked down due to the sweat, but he found the longer hair right around my hole and started playing with it, pulling on it a bit and I moaned around his cock which was now fully hard and lodged down my throat. When his finger started entering into my hole I lifted my ass up, almost fucking myself on his finger and started to whimper when he found my prostrate, I sucked his cock and he worked my slippery butt for a while. I was in heaven, my 'big brother' was as hot and sexy as I had fantasized. His fat cock was in my mouth and I could taste his sweat and the precum that was leaking out of his piss slit. My nose was buried in his bush, his fingers fucking my ass. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his cock, but instead of saying 'thanks I think need to take a break' and ending it - as I had seen him do with the twinks earlier in the evening, he brought me up to his face and kissed me. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth, like he wanted to fuck my mouth with it. It was a forceful kiss, but with a hunger behind it, as if he needed me as much as I needed him. When he finally broke off, he was smiling. "You kiss as nicely as you suck. I don't like to fuck guys who don't know how to kiss, so are you really a bottom? Do you want to get fucked? Or do you just suck?" I quietly replied "Trust me, I am a total bottom. I love to suck but I really love to get fucked and you don't know how much I want your cock in me right now. I will do anything you want if you will fuck me." He smiled wider. "Nice. I like a nice hungry bottom. Its not very comfortable fucking on this tile, so let's shower off and go someplace more comfortable." I followed him into the shower room, and we both took a quick rinse next to each other and then toweled off. As I was about to wrap my towel around my waist he took it from me, and throwing it and his towel over his shoulder, he lead me naked into the orgy room. I was disappointed that we were not going back to his room, as I would have loved an intense one-on-one, but if he wanted an audience, I would do what ever it took to get his cock in my ass. There was a bowl of condoms by the entrance to the orgy room but he didn't take one. The room had a wide continuous carpeted platform around three sides of the room. Much of the platform was already full with other couples and groups going at it, so he lead me over to the corner that was more-or-less empty. Then he turned me around and as he pushed me down onto the platform I noticed one of the twinks with whom 'my brother' had played earlier in the night was also on his back getting fucked by a big black guy. As 'my brother" pushed me down, I naturally spread my legs as he lay down on top of me. I could feel his hard cock against my ass as he kissed me again. Again it was a forceful, hungry kiss. I could feel his rough 5 o'clock shadow rub against my face. (I had shaved when cleaning up at the hotel before I had come so my face was nice and smooth). While we kissed our hands explored each other's body. When we finally came up for air, he took one hand and started to align his cock with my hole and started to push in. "Wait, get a condom," I murmured. He paused, clearly startled, and replied "What happened to 'I'll do anything'? I thought you were a good bottom and wanted to get fucked." "I'm a bottom and I love getting fucked, and I have NEVER wanted to get fucked by anyone more than you. Please, fuck me, but please let me get a condom." He sighed and got up and walked away, I was devastated. But he stopped by the door where the bowl of condoms were, picked one up and walked back. He leaned down and kissed me, a little more gently this time "Listen, you are really hot, and I really want to fuck you, and you are an amazing cock sucker. Clearly you have been trained well, but you need more training on getting fucked. A bottom's job is to make the top's cock feel as amazing as possible. That's what you are here for." He turned and motioned to look at his friend who was next to us who had been getting fucked by the black guy when we came in. The black guy was now in the act of withdrawing his bare cock out of the kid's ass. I knew about 'barebacking' but had never seen it, never even seen a BB porn movie. All I knew about 'unprotected sex' was the horror stories we had been taught in sex ed class in school. So the sight of seeing a guy pull his raw cock out of the kid's ass was a shock - and, of course, very exciting. I could see a few drips of cum on the cock. The kid sat up, took the cock into his mouth and cleaned it off, smiled and said "Thanks Darryl.... that was hot." I was shocked. "Now see, Zach is a well trained bottom, HE knows how to give total pleasure, don't you Zach?" Zach smiled and moved over closer to us. "Well, I had a very good teacher" he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Well class is back in session." He motioned to my cock which gone soft during this discussion and said "Get it ready for the experiment." Zach smiled and leaned down and started sucking, while my 'brother leaned in and once more fucked my mouth with his tongue. I was rock hard in seconds. Once I was hard again Zach opened the condom and rolled it on my cock and before I knew what was happening sat on my cock. My 'brother' leaned in and said "that feels nice doesn't it? A nice ass on your cock?" "Yeah, it does." He nodded and Zach got up and ripped the condom off my cock and before I knew what was happening he sat back down on it and started riding my cock. "Now," my 'brother' said and he leaned in so just Zach and I could hear what he was saying, "Doesn't that feel a LOT better on your cock? I know you see the advertising about how thin brand x condom is, how 'natural' it feels? Bullshit, no matter how thin the condom is, no mater what special lube you use, it totally kills the sensation, and it creates a barrier. Sex should be about sharing, connecting. Blow jobs are great, but real sex is fucking. That's how real men have sex. Fucking. Fucking raw. Breeding is what it is all about. With the condom on, yeah, Zach's ass is a sweet fuck, but you couldn't feel just how sweet and velvety smooth his ass walls are. You couldn't feel the the other loads of cum already in his ass, could you?" The whole time he was giving me this lecture, Zach was riding my raw cock, and nibbling on my other ear lobe. Then Zach whispered "Do it, give in. You know you want to. If you are really going to be a bottom you need to join the brotherhood. Please? You will Love Chris' cock. He's a great guy and he gives the best fuck. Let him breed you." With that, Chris, my 'brother', who's name I now knew, leaned in and kissed me, deep, with that hunger that had captured me earlier. "Do it" Zack whispered. My head was spinning. Zach's ass felt amazing on my cock, and it was a million time better without the condom than it was when I was wearing a condom. Who knew that fucking could feel this good? Maybe I would fuck guys more often, but it was 'unsafe' 'risky' 'dangerous' - but it felt SOOOO good! "So how about it bro?" Chris asked. "You got me all hot and bothered. Will you let me fuck you, or do I have to find some 'real' bottom to fuck?" That 'bro' broke down the final barrier. I turned to look at him, looking into his blue eyes was like looking into a mirror. I had been looking for him for so long I couldn't let him walk away. I had jerked off too many times to this scene. Here was my big brother who wanted to teach his 'little bro' about sex, how to be a better bottom, how totally please him. I mean damn. I always prided myself on giving guys a great fuck. I knew my ass is talented. That I could really milk a cock, but here was Zach showing me that I had only been giving half the pleasure that I could have been giving the tops who fucked me - that up to now, I had not been a 'real' bottom. I knew I had to do it - at least once. Just this once would be okay, I thought. It can't be that risky. Chris seemed like a total top. Sure, he wasn't a bottom. It would be safe. Just this once. "Please little bro. Please, I really want to fuck you." "Do it. Let Chris fuck you. It will be amazing." "Yes" I answered. "Yes, what?" "Please Chris, fuck me." "And....?" "Don't use a condom" I said. Zach immediately rose off my cock and I 'assumed the position' on my back, legs up, and took my hands and spread my smooth ass cheeks to expose my hairy crack and hungry fuck hole. "Are you sure?" Chris asked as he positioned his fat mushroom against my hole and started to nudge his way in, just a little. "Yes, fuck me." As I felt his raw cock enter me, the final wall of resistance was broken. "Fuck me, fuck me raw and breed me. Bareback me" I pleaded looking straight into his eyes, adding a simple command: "Use me." He started slowly, almost tenderly, just like the 'nice' older brother in all of those stories. But as the fuck went along my moans and pleadings to be breed and fucked raw became increasingly urgent, and he responded by fucking faster, harder, and rougher, pinning my wrists down over my head. He frequently kissed me hard and deep, and then would move over and lick out my furry pit, then bite down hard on the muscle that runs along the top of the pit, connects the pec to the bicep, trailing his tongue up my neck, whispering in my ear how "Good your ass feels on my raw cock" and how much "I love the feeling of my bare dick in your ass" and "How fucking great it feels to bareback you." Then sliding his tongue down along my neck licking, he would sucking on that curve where the neck meets the shoulder and then bite down hard. I was going crazy, moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. Begging for his cum. I wrapped my hairy legs around his waist, holding him in, afraid he would escape. The whole time Chris was fucking me Zach was right there, serving as our cheer-leader, whispering encouragement into my ear: "Take it, take his raw cock, milk all his cum out of hairy balls, drain them, Didn't I tell you he was the best fuck? Don"t you love his raw cock filling your ass?" Even with the hard rough fuck Chris was giving me, I could feel when he was getting close. His thrusts into my ass became more urgent, more jerky, he looked me in the eyes, "Are you ready for your first load?" "YES. Breed me! Give me your load. I want your cum inside me,,,, BREED MEEE!!!" "FUUUUUCCCK, take IT!!!!!. TAKE IIIT! " It was amazing. I had been fucked a lot before this, but even when I had been fucked by boyfriends, where there had been at least some, even if not long lived, 'emotional connection', I had never felt anything like this experience. I could feel Chris's cock erupting inside if me. I looked Chris in the face as he came - just as I had looked into the face of so many guys who had come in my ass, but his face was different from all the others. Not because he was my 'long lost brother' of my dreams, but because his pleasure seemed more intense, and I realized that was what I craved: to give that level of intense pleasure to a man. Yeah, fucking Zach raw had been hot, but I was a bottom, and I realized THIS is was my purpose in life. My ass spasmed as he came inside me. "Welcome to the club" Zach whispered into my ear as Chris kissed me and pulled slowly out of me. While we had started off trying to be quiet, it had ended up a rather loud verbal fuck. As my focus shifted from Chis I realized several guys were standing around us watching us. None were wearing any towels off, and each guy was stroking his hard cock. Chris, moved to a sitting position, still trying to catch his breath after the fuck. As he leaned his back against the wall he looked at me and then at the men. "So, my little bro here just took his first raw load, who wants to be his second?" - To be continued -

Great chapter!

Sometimes a Top just really needs to bust a nut. If one of my Tops tells me he really needs to cum, I'm more than happy to present my hole to him. It's raw, carnal pleasure to feel him mounting me like an animal and using my hole to simply ejaculate inside me.

While not defending child molesting in the slightest - to be absolutely clear - it's not quite true to say that "by the very definition" you cannot enjoy rape. Rape is about consent, not about whether you enjoy or don't enjoy the sensation that goes with the action. If I am force-fed an entire pecan pie, I will probably very much enjoy the taste. That doesn't change the fact that it was forcibly fed to me against my will. It's quite possible to find physical pleasure in the act of being raped. For instance, a bottom could be bound to a bed, face down, and gently fucked and masturbated until he orgasms from the combined sensations. But if he didn't consent to having that done, it's absolutely still rape. This is exactly a huge part of the problem with many men's perspective on rape: "It couldn't be rape, she had an orgasm when I did it." "It wasn't rape, she didn't fight me very hard and she was moaning by the time I finished." "I didn't rape her because she never told me no." All of those are bullshit - Rape is sex without consent, either because you chose not to give consent, or because you were incapable of consenting (not old enough, too impaired, etc.). Enjoyment or non-enjoyment is irrelevant.

I think Ryan wouldn't have it any other way!

I’m very fertile, have several children. Let me know if you need some potent seed

i don't think it is the end as I started the next chapter

Love the thought of being poz and hopefully will get to be poz one day. i stopped using prep months ago and have taken two poz loads

To these comments I will add: you say you don't want to become poz NOW - maybe in the future, but not now. Get on PrEP, if your test is negative. HIV infections are declining in general, and have been since PrEP became widely available, but it's still a crap shoot if you're having unprotected sex. If, and when, you someday decide you're ready to become poz, you've seriously considered all the crap that comes with it, and you're sure of your feelings, you can go off PrEP at that point and take your chances.

Almost half a year ago, I was once again horny as hell without end, I roamed the internet looking for a hot date with a fuck stud. After looking for some time, I came across an ad on homo.net that made me curious. So an email was sent directly to the stallion with a few hot pictures of me. Let's see what will happen. Since the stallion was only looking for a tabooless mare for tomorrow, Friday, I didn't expect a quick answer. But then I was wrong. After a few minutes, the reply email came and what I then saw in pictures and read in the text made me willingly melt away. After a few e-mails, the date was set up pretty quickly. I was supposed to appear at his place in Bergheim the next evening, dressed only in leather cuffs and a collar (still hidden under jeans and a sweater up to his apartment). I should lock my cock away in a CB2000, since neither of us had intended for me to cum (I really like being used without being allowed to come myself). The date was supposed to last until Sunday evening and if he felt like it, he could order other studs who could then use me just like him. He promised me plenty of PP and me under chems. to set and use (I had no experience so far). We both agreed not to babble around, but to get started and get started right away. The hours until the data then only passed in slow motion, but finally the time had come. I rang his bell on time and as soon as I was in his apartment I undressed. I gave him the key for the chastity clamp, he carelessly threw it in the corner and then devoured my hot fucker with his eyes. He had opened the door for me, completely naked, with his cock extended hard and tense. His strap was already ready to fuck with a condom. He grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, ass up and my hands were tied behind my back. He immediately went to my cunt and drove his 20 * 5 cm into me. I groaned properly because he used me hard right away, but he then told me that I would only get PP after a first break-in. After about 10 minutes he held a PP-soaked cotton ball directly in front of my nose for the first time and it only took a few seconds until I took off completely!! I felt how he pushed me more and more violently and harder and I knew he would soon satisfy his first lust. I spurred him on by moaning to him that he should shoot his entire load into me. Immediately after that there was a pause. What happened now? He withdrew from me. Then he rammed his cock back into me with full force. He leaned forward and said that he really wasn't wrong about me. He finds it cool to deposit his pozcum in a neg mare Before I understood what was going on, he threw the removed condom on the floor in front of me. Still high on PP, I slowly understood that he must have misunderstood my cheering. But before I could (want to) clear up the error, he twitched inside me and after one last hard, deep thrust, he filled me with his cum!!! When I wanted to start my clarification campaign, he put a mask on me, the filter was decent impregnated with PP. (I think he knew exactly what I meant at the time, but he didn't want to). Thanks to the PP, I didn't want to clarify anything at first, my stallion would certainly not have cared either!! Now I was pulled up and led into his playroom as high as I was. I was quickly strapped onto his sling, now there was no escape for me. He picked up the phone, made a few calls, and then came back to me. He finally pulled my mask off, but gave me a pill in my mouth and something to drink to swallow it. Then he looked deep into my eyes and just said his fuck buddies, all without exception poz, were looking forward to using, filling and pozzing my cunt, which will definitely be the last time neg. Was it the PP or the tablet or my horniness, I couldn't answer him the way my head actually wanted, no, my cunt "ordered" me to just shut my mouth and just moan horny. He laughed and drove his cock right back into my hole. I then got so horny and listless that I hadn't noticed that we weren't alone anymore. My fucker was no longer in me when I noticed 4 more hard cocks around me.

Part 2 After that hot afternoon session with Andy and Amy. I found myself lost and in a haze. Amy and I did not exactly break-up, but she started dating other guys..like that night. She went to dinner with a guy who worked at the store across from her’s. While Andy and I flipped fucked for the next several hours. It was strange that I went from a pussy loving guy to a quite possible pozzed cocksucking, butt fucked slut. In a matter of hours. I really did not have time to process my feelings as Andy drove his thick 8 inch prick out my ass. I stayed the night with Andy. I will admit it was awkward leaving the house and facing their parents. Amy still lived at home with her parent’s and Andy was home from college. He attended a large midwest college. He was just home for the summer break. I had a feeling that we were going to be seeing a lot of each other this summer. I went back to my apartment and took a long nap. I tossed and turned as I relayed the night and day before. I knowingly took a poz load. “Hell” I thought, i was fucked and I sucked another man’s cock. I never thought I would do that in a million years. The rest of the week was pretty much in a haze. Amy finally called me and asked if she, Andy and her new friend could come over. Knowing that we could play without her parents being around. I laid there chatting with her as she hashed out her plans for her new friend. My dick got so hard. I agreed and she told me they would be there around 8pm. Amy’s plan was to drop by with her few friend and Andy and I were to play the gay couple, the rest of it was just filler. I was to take Andy’s lead and just play along. Andy came over to my apartment about 5 that afternoon and within minutes. I was bent over the couch with Andy’s poz filled piston was plowing in and out of my ass. It had been just a week since he filled me several times with his poz load. I greedingly took his thick cock. After Andy finished plowing and breeding my hole. He dropped his bare ass onto my couch. He fumbled around in his backpack and told me to bend over in front of him. I felt a thick rubbery thing being pushed into my hole. “What are you doing?” I asked? “I am inserting a butt plug into your cummy hole” he answered back. I looked back with a quizzed look on my face. “So none of my poz juice will leak out. I want to make sure it sticks,” he chided with a stern look on his face. He smacked my ass and told to come clean his cock. I could see his cum-covered with shades of pink on his massive prick. I knew fucked me hard and with very little lube. I did not expect to see my blood on his cock. I sat on the floor and he fed me his cock. We had a few hours to kill before Amy brought over her new target. He old me he did not want to cum he just wanted to edge for a while. Amy called and told us they were on the way. So Andy and I jumped in the shower. Andy put me on my knees and fed me his cock before turning on the shower. I loved his taste, but he started to flood my mouth with his piss. I gagged, but I knew he wanted me to hold as much as I could in my mouth and to swallow the rest. He pissed all over me. I felt so degraded and so turned at the same time. When he was done he turned on the shower and we soaped each other up. After our shower, we just lazed around in our towels waiting for Amy to show up with her new boy. I thought we should get dressed, but Andy had other ideas. We sat next to each other on the couch watching some gay porn of 2 guys taking turns on a the new kid. When Amy just opened the door to my apartment and escorted her latest prey…I mean boyfriend. He was a little taken aback when he saw Andy and I in our towel, but Amy acted so nonchalant about it. He went along with it. She used the excuse that she came over to borrow some charger or whatever. Andy and I played along. He, I found out later that his name was Cody, stood by the door waiting for her. His eyes kept coming back to our towel cad bodies. Amy came out of the bedroom with my cord madder than an old wet hen. She exclaimed that work just called her and she had to go in. Cody looked forlorn. I am sure Amy got his engine all revved up in the car. She told him to stay with us as her work was in the opposite direction to his house and she’d only be there an hour or two. Cody was noticelby uneasy being left alone with two fags in towels, but Andy assured him that we would not have them on for long. I knew what Andy meant, but Cody looked relieved Amy not looking for any protest from Cody. She was out the door and in her car before Cody knew what happened. He took a seat next to the couch. Cody was a good looking guy, standing about 6’4, about 200lbs and headful of blond hair. Andy restarted the porn from where we finished off right about where the two guys got the third naked and ass up in bed. Almost immediately Cody was uneasy in his chair and adjusting his cock in his tight jeans. Andy let his towel open up slightly and his 8inch boner popped up through the opening. Cody eyed Andy’s massive tool. We caught him looking and staring several times and that is when Andy guided my needy mouth to his cock. “Nothing better than a hungry cocksucked on your cock. Right Cody” Andy quipped. “Does Amy suck your cock,” knowing full well she had not sucked Cody’s even though he begged her for weeks. “You know Joey here will suck your cock if I want him too” leaving what little choice I had out of the equation, Andy boasted. Cody was quite noticeably hard in his jeans as he watched me more than the movie. Andy urged to let it free or he was going to hurt himself. As if he got permission, Cody freed his 7inch thick weiner from his jeans. He wore no underwear which was so hot. My rigid 6 incher was out in the open for all to see as Andy tossed my towel across the room. Cody slowly stroked himself to our scene. His eyes were locked on us. When Andy nudged me to suck Cody. I smoothly slid off the couch onto my knees in front of Cody and with barely a whimper of protest. I deep throated my second cock I ever sucked. I pulled Cody’s jeans down to his ankles as Andy now standing behind Cody slipped off his t-shirt and started to explore his ass. To set the hook in our new prey, Andy knelt behind him and began to eat his ass. “I know Amy doesn’t do this” Andy reminded him as he darted his tongue in and out of Cody’s muscular ass. The hook was set as Cody ran his fingers through my hair. His 7incher pounded my throat as Andy ate his ass. He came with such force. I felt his cock throb 12 or 15 times depositing a hefty load in my mouth, but I did not swallow it. Instead, I snowballed about half of it, and Andy did not swallow it. He slurped it into Cody’s cunt. Cody fell back onto the chair. His mind blown that two “fags” could get him off. Andy suggested fucking a guy is just as awesome and offered up my hole. HE followed up with, “AMy will be gone for hours.” I could see his wheels spinning. “Plus you owe him a BJ” Andy chided. Cody looked at me as I knelt there. I was more than inshape. I was just under 6 foot tall, and weighed about 180lbs. I was a poster boy for the gym. Cody nodded and soon we had the naked Cody on his back in my kingsize bed. Andy pushed a pillow under Cody and ordered to lube up and ride his cock. I lubed my hole while Andy continued to eat Cody’s ass. I strode Cody’s muscular body and aimed his dick into my hole. Cody’s eyes lit up asking for a condom. Andy lifted his head and asked do you use one with my sister knowing full well that the answer was no. “If you are not worried about knocking her, you won’t knock him up.” Andy joked. Cody closed his eyes as I settled down on his cock. I could feel all 7 inches in my pozzed hole. I started to move up and down on his cock. I figured since he just came he would last a while. His hands began to roam my naked body with his right hand resting on my hard cock. He instinctively began to jack me off. Andy smacked his hands away from my throbbing cock. Andy then resumed eating Cody’s cunt and even slipped a finger then two into his opening ass. I heard my front door squeak open. Amy made her return as if on cue. I was bouncing up and down on Cody’s cock, but I guess I was not aggressive enough for him. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my ass. He held my wrists above my head. Andy was stroking his 8inch meat hammer when he went behind Cody lining his cock up with his upturned ass. “Let’s see if you can take it as well as you seem to be giving it” Andy hissed. Cody froze and began to protest, but it fell upon deaf ears. Andy slowly pushed his penis into the virgin negative ass. I could almost feel Cody’s cock getting bigger the deeped that Andy went. I could see the pain and ecstasy in Cody’s face as Andy took his virginity. Andy was about two-thirds deep into shortly to be pozzed ass of Cody when he told Cody. “Fuck him and you fuck yourself on my cock, the choice is yours take my gift and cross the line” Andy taunted. I could feel Cody make his mind up as he slowly began to pump his cock into my used hole. Andy cheered him on, “give him your seed and take my load.” Cody fucked me and in return fucked himself onto Andy’s poz cock. He picked up speed taking more of Andy while he plowed deep in my pussy. Cody’s face said it all, he was agressively fucking me while demurely allowed himself to be bred by Andy. Finally, Cody could not take it anymore. He plowed his rigid dick and I could feel his cock expand and blow his negative load in my fertile pussy. He pushed and held up long enough for Andy to take over and drive his thick pole into the virgin ass of Cody. He unleashed his poz pole into the negative ass of Cody. Andy collapsed on Cody and did as well onto me with his mouth covering mine in a deep tongue kiss. He converted from straight to gay. He was about to learn just how much he was about to convert. More to CUM Keep sharing your comments and hot chat It makes me cum Joey

I love everything about poss but piss fucking is at the top of the list for sure. Love filling a boy with my hot piss and then eating his gaping hole as it leaks out hehe. Or pissing mid fuck, standing up, and feel it leak down our legs and then gush out in buckets when I pull out 🤤🤤🤤

Chapter 16- Prom Night, Part 3 The only sound in the dim motel room was the heavy breathing of two teenage boys. Brian slowly pulled his dick out of Jake’s cummy ass. As he fell over onto his back next to his boyfriend, his semi-hard cock made an audible slapping noise as it bounced off his body in the otherwise quiet room. Brian was physically exhausted and could barely catch his breath. It was like the nervous feeling resulting from what he just done had knocked the air out of him. Neither boy said anything. The sense of sadistic power that had come over Brian just a few moments before was quickly wearing off, being replaced by feelings of guilt and dread. Brian hated himself in that moment; once again he had done something so reckless, so deplorable to the boy who he had fallen deeply in love with. He kept searching for words, and he just couldn’t find any. “Jake…” Brian said meekly. Jake didn’t respond immediately. Brian hesitated. Before another word could be said, Jake got up from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. With his mind hurricane of emotions, Brian couldn’t grasp how long Jake had been in the bathroom. Had it been just two minutes, or twenty, or an hour. Brian kept searching for what to say. “Sorry” felt too small. “Forgive me” felt like it had been said too many times in this relationship already. More than anything, Brian wanted to say “Do you hate me now? ‘Cause I hate myself for what just happened.” It had been a really long day already for both of them. All of the stress of preparing for prom, and then getting there and coming out to the world. Not to mention the dancing, some booze, the intense sex. You would have thought Brian would be wide awake as he processed these feelings, but lying their alone, in the dark motel room, the exhaustion caught up to him and he started to doze off. …. Jake locked the door behind him as he went into the bathroom. He leaned on the short vanity to keep himself upright, his wrestler’s arms flexing in the mirror as he leaned into the reflection, seemingly looking for that version of himself to advise him on how he should feel right now. He loved Brian. He had forgiven him for cheating on him, and for allowing himself to get pozzed. No- for seeking it out and doing it intentionally. He had gotten past all of that. But now he was worried he had made a mistake. When he thought about what might come next- being infected with HIV, he thought he was going to be sick. He got down on his knees in front of the toilet, naked and still covered in sweat. He could feel some of Brian’s toxic cum slowly oozing out him in that stance, but after a moment and some reassurance that he wasn’t going to vomit, at least not immediately, he sat down on the floor, back against the wall. He put his head into his hands and closed his eyes. He searched his mind for emotions, and yet they were hard to make out. He was having a lot of trouble deciding if he was pissed at Brian or not, and how worried he actually even was, if at all. His toughts flashed between anger, longing, acceptance, hatred, relief. He started breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm himself down. He began to search harder for how he felt. Finally, he made a decision about how to move forward. …. Brian woke up with one of Jake’s strong hands around his skinny neck, his body straddled over Brian’s. He had a split second of panic flash across his eyes, but then realized where Jake’s other hand was- gripping Brian’s cock tightly, jerking it back into shape. Brian laid there, prone and on his back. There was just enough light coming in from the parking lot for him to look Jake deep in the eyes and try to determine what clues they could give him. He couldn’t quite interpret what he was seeing, but his best guess was… lust? Jake quickly got Brian’s cock hard again, and guided the tip of it back to his still cummy hole. As soon as he got it lined up, he impaled himself back on his boyfriend’s toxic dick. This was not a gentle fucking- Jake was proving he could be a great power bottom if he wanted to. He kept one hand locked around Brian’s neck, and moved the now-free hand to Brian’s abdomen, pushing down hard to give himself needed balance as he forcefully slid up and down Brian’s shaft. Brian was content to let Jake use him in this moment. The scene was intensely hot, but Brian was now becoming overcome by different emotions than before- relief being primary among them, but also hesitation. He worried about if Jake was thinking straight; Brian had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea that Jake could maybe be feeling that unexplainable desire to get pozzed up that he had had. But he was in no position to stop Jake now, so he lie on the bed, limp except for the rock hard cock that was getting vice gripped by his boyfriend’s tight hole each time he slammed back down onto it balls deep. Neither one of them said a word as Jake continued riding Brian’s cock. Having cum not too longer before, Brian was lasting an impressively long time, and Jake had discovered the perfect position for making Brian’s 7.5in cock hit his prostate. He was feeling an intense sensation with every movement on Brian’s dick. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good. The bed was rocking hard and squeaking loudly now as the varsity wrestler pinned his nerdy boyfriend down and took him for a ride. Eventually Brian lifted his legs, planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting his hips up into Jake, creating an even better angle for his long cock to reach new depths. When Jake first met Brian’s up-thrust with a down-thrust of his own and felt the pleasure rocket through him even more intensely, his cock erupted all over Brian’s stomach, chest and face. That caused a chain reaction as Brian’s balls released another big load of toxic cum deep inside of Jake. Jake removed his hand from Brian’s neck, lifted himself up off of his cock, and laid down next to Brian. He pulled Brian over on top of him, his cum now squishing between their hard torsos as their bodies pressed together. He wrapped his arms around Brian and gave him a deep kiss, and then said “I love you”. “I love you too, and I’m so sorry” Brian replied. “It’s okay” Jake followed up quickly. They made out for a while longer before collapsing in utter exhaustion onto the bed, holding each other close as they fought to keep their eyes open and locked on each other. Jake fell asleep quickly, but this time Brian wasn’t counting sheep just yet. He admired Jake’s sweaty and cum-covered body, his disheveled hair, his gorgeous toned muscles and cute boy-like face. He knew he was the luckiest guy in the world, and there was no way he deserved this. Eventually Brian got up to go to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked at himself up and down in the mirror, before realizing there was what appeared to be a small amount of drying blood on his cock. And then he looked down at the sink. Jake had known they were going to spend the night here, so of course he had brought a toothbrush. But this one was sitting on the side of the sink- bristles soaked red with blood. …. After a long time gathering his thoughts and emotions, Jake had made a decision before he left that bathroom earlier- he wasn’t going to leave this motel room neg.

Billy smiled and turned red, looking unsure. “I mean it, let’s get to know each other a little better”, I said beckoning him over and taping my lap encourage him. Then I changed my mind and gave him and instruction instead, “actually go get us both another beer son” I said directly and in such a way that he automatically got up and went to the kitchen. When he came back I was sitting forward just enough to take the beer with one hand then his hand with my other hand ushering him and giving little chance to resist and there he was sitting across my lap, his butt to the left side and his legs across mine, turned so he could look at me. I put my left arm around his waist and after I took a swig of my beer I put it down then placed my hand on his lap in a way that made it clear he was to stay. “so I’m your type huh?” I asked prompting him to speak after a few seconds of silence. The alcohol continued to keep him talkative and he said yes, that I remind him of his father and a gym teacher he liked. “oh really, your dad huh? You like the idea of your daddy having you”? Billy went red, and I reassured him it was quite normal for Gay boys to sometimes see their dad as sexy. “but I saw his cock once and its quiet small” he blurted out, “after that I didn’t really think like that about him again, I guess that’s why mine is so small too” “probably true son” I agreed “but that will make you a good bottom boy, would you like me to be your daddy?” Billy turned red and nodded yes. “If that’s true then there’s somethings you’ll need to do son… would you like to hear them?” This time he answered quite quickly and with conviction “yes sir”. I smiled and began the list, he is to call me daddy or sir. He is to do as he is told, he is to try hard to impress me, he is to learn to be the best bottom boy he can, he has to be excited by the idea of maybe getting daddies bug, he will learn to worship my cock just right, there are only two acceptable places for my cum, his mouth or ass, he is to never waste it,. Daddy makes the rules, and son tries hard to make daddy proud, and son will know he has succeeded when he has my seed in him. Son only has sex with daddy unless I say otherwise. In return my son will be taken care of, loved, kept safe and have a new family. “You’ll need to be tough enough to get through the pain of the first fuck. You’ll need to trust that daddy knows what is good for you”. I took another swig of beer… “now I gotta take a piss, you stand here and think about it a bit. If you get back in my lap when I get return, I’ll know you are interested in progression. I’m not interested in just a fuck, it’s all or nothing, understand?” Billy nodded, so I picked him up as I stood up and placed him to the side of my chair then headed to the bathroom. After I peed I grabbed a little kit from my room and brought it back with me. There he was waiting patiently for me and I knew I had him. I really hadn’t started the day or even the year thinking this is what I wanted… but I was damn pleased it was happening now. Sitting back down Billy was soon back in my lap this time one of his hands found its way inside my shirt and began to feel my hairy chest. “do you agree son?” “yes daddy” he said without hesitation and my cock jumped. My left hand slid up my new sons back drawing him close for our first kiss. He was a natural kisser and it went quickly from sweet to passionate with my tongue entering his lovely mouth. I let my right hand take his head and hold it to me as my left drifted down his back, fingers finding the waist of my shorts that were so loose on him, easily they got inside and I soon realised Billy had no underwear on. My fingers began to explore his beautiful bubble butt soon made him gasp as I grazed his virgin taint. Letting the kiss naturally end I stood him up in front of me and without words slowly stripped Billy naked without any resistance from him. Soon he was back in my lap. “you can undo the buttons on my shirt son” I instructed and he wasted no time doing so. “Now tell me on your own words what you need to do in order to become my son” Billy turned shy again, I squeezed him closer, and encouraged “you need to be able to tell your daddy son” I gave Billy a little swig from my beer and he finally found his voice. “I want to be your good boy, I want to do what you say, I want to lose my virginity to you, I want your bug, I want you to be my daddy and my family, I want to keep you satisfied daddy”. I smiled, this little Conservative Christian boy was a freak in the making, and I would make him. “OK son” I said looking at him, as I got my little bag and opened it up, showing him the lube, the pipe and the gear along with a lighter. “We’re going to start here. In a moment I’ll bring you in for a kiss and I’ll expect you to breath in what I exhale into your mouth, understand?” He nodded yes… “do you understand son?” I pushed for a proper answer. “yes sir daddy” I smiled taking the pipe, loading it and beginning to heat it, drawing a big deep breath. I put down the lighter and used that hand to draw my son in for a kiss, giving him his first taste of clouds by shot gun. After that I took a viagra from the bag and swallowed it with some beer, before repeating the puff. “this will help you to learn to service my cock properly” I explained, then repeated several times until I was sure he was feeling it and was relaxing. Then I stood him up and ushered him back to the bathroom. “but I’m already clean daddy” he said, and I told him I would teach him one more thing he must learn as a bottom… I put him in the shower, found the little attachment and gently inserted it in his little hole… “tell me when you feel full, then hold it in until you can get to the toilet son” I instructed and he did as he was told. I explained this was douching and he must do it thoroughly and regularly so that sex didn’t get too dirty. But I also explained that sometimes it will because I won’t wait and that won’t matter. He did as he was told and was soon clean and after drying him off I took him back to the living room where this time I sat him in my chair and stood on front of him. I then put my hands on his head and firmly guided his face to my package. He wasn’t sure what was happening and began to resist. “your training begins now son, I won’t hurt you, just teach you, don’t resist, that’s right put your face in there, inhale, smell the scent of your masculine daddy. You like it don’t you. Now put your right hand on it, start to massage it and tell me what you feel”. “I can feel your huge cock daddy, I can feel it growing, I feel strange, my mouth is watering, like I’m hungry, my eyes want to see it, my hand doesn’t want to stop touching it, I’m frightened and excited and your manly smell is sexiest thing I ever smelt” I smiled, this boy was a natural cock worshiping bottom slut, and he was about to get the best first cock he could possibly hope for. I instructed him to undo my belt, then undo the pants button, unzip, then slowly remove them to reveal my jock strap, barely containing my growing cock. He went to remove the jock but I batted his hand away “not yet son, first stand up and finish taking off my shirt”. When he was done with that I took his naked body against my big muscular hairy bear body and I kissed him. He was quickly learning and getting better to kiss, my hands reached down to cup his little ass and I held him so close that he could feel my cock pressing against him through the jock. Leaving him breathless I released him, and turned to sit in my chair, bringing him into my lap, where I got the pipe again and we took a few more huge drags, I was going to make sure he was very relaxed. As the clouds hit him he started to babble a little and I told him to be quiet and listen, that he would be told everything he needed to know as we went along. Putting some lube on my fingertips I took my hand down his back and once again found his crack, my slick fingers able to begin teasing and probing his little ass, making him moan a little and again confirming this boy was a cock worshiper waiting to be released. “tonight im going to teach you how to suck cock son, and if you do a good job, I’m then going to teach you how to be fucked. And if you’re very lucky boy, daddy will fill you with his seed, owning you, making you mine. Would you like that?” Billy nodded yes though he looked a little frightened, I slapped his thigh firmly with my free hand “would you like that boy?” I repeated firmly, he would be a good obedient boy if I was to have him and his training was starting. This time Billy said “yes sir daddy” I smiled and replied “good boy, you’re going to lose your family, then your virginity then learn how to please a man and get a new daddy all in one night. I know you’re a little frightened, but if you have the courage to get through a little discomfort you will love it and be proud of yourself in the end. That said, I’ll give you one last chance, get up and go to bed now, or stay and learn… think carefully, if you stay then you can’t choose to leave later, only I can tell you when we’re done.” Billy took a moment and I could see his fear try to convince him to run, and his good Christian upbringing also… but his lust, his desire to lose his virginity and his new found need to make his daddy happy won out and he decided to stay. I told him I was proud of him before kissing him again and giving him another puff. “now my gorgeous son, get on your knees on the carpet facing me and give me your right hand.” Once Billy was in position I put his hand on my jock and let him stroke it again, now almost completely hard I finally gave him permission to pull it down and reveal his prize, my 10” fuck stick. His eyes grew big and I heard him gasp as his mouth dropped open. Soon I had his little hands grasping my shaft feeling it grow to full erection, and I instructed him on the right firmness of grip, how to pull the foreskin back, how the head was extra sensitive because of it, and it was now time… “bring it to your mouth son, lick daddies cock… mmm good boy, you like the taste don’t you?” “yes sir” said my little fuck toy quickly and clearly… no question he was about to fall in love with my cock. “now open wide and start to suck it, be careful not to let your teeth graze it, that’s right… take it a little deeper, deeper, taste it, suck it like the best lollipop you ever had”. My hands went to the back of his head, intertwining with his hair, I started to firmly push him down. He was being too tentative and I wanted a proper cock sucker for my son, before long he was gagging and my strong hands were stopping him from escaping. Letting him up for air but not to get away, I looked in his eyes now wet from the tears of gagging “gagging on daddy cock makes your throat spasm and it feels good for daddy, you need to relax your throat and try to let daddy get into it. I know it’s big, but if you want to be my boy, you’ve got to try harder boy”. With that I shoved his head down onto my cock again, this time more roughly, with more force, enjoying his instant gag, finding the back of his throat with my cock head, and pushing even harder. I could feel he was close to letting me in, even as he struggled, so I pulled him up have him another huge puff of smoke carried him to my bed. Once there I lay him on his back with his head off the edge of the mattress. To his credit my new boy was completely compliant in his haze and his little 4 incher was rock hard and oozing… he was frightened but he liked it. Then I clipped his wrists and ankles to the straps on the side of my bed so he couldn’t escape and I came around standing over his head… “I want your virgin throat son” I stated forcefully as aimed my cock at his mouth and began to push it in. My son would have a throat pussy, and today was the day he’d get it. Using just the right angle, and insistent force I pushed, he gagged, I pushed again he gagged and I felt a little give, then I pushed a third time and pop, I was in the sheer tight silky heaven of boy throat feeling it pulse as he gagged and gagged. Pulling out to let him breath I immediately kissed him and said “Good boy, I’m so proud of you, you’re going to get really good at putting daddies cock on your throat, and giving me pleasure, you are very talented, you’re making me feel very lucky son” Out of no where Billy started to cry “my dad never said he was proud of me” he blurted out, not crying from his throat cherry being forcefully popped, but from receiving a compliment from his new dad that he’d always hoped for from his old dead beat one. Unbuckling my boy I picked him up and kissed him. “see your new family is going to be much better… all you have to do is follow your destiny to be daddies little cock worshiper” Back in my chair I once again stood Billy in front of me, I turned him to face away from me and bent him over to expose his sweet virgin cherry. My big hands grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto my face and began to lick and eat that perfect boy cunt with abandon. Billy was experiencing a new kind of heaven, all through his body were tingles of pleasure, anything frightening from minutes ago was washed away and now he was moaning, unable to control himself. Stopping for a second to lube a finger he was quick to beg me not to stop and I smirked, going back to licking and trying to introduce a finger. “relax son, don’t clench, it will only make it hurt, push out like you’re trying to poop… there you go” only an inch into his tight pucker I could hear my boy struggling with the pain and pleasure combo so I held still until I could feel him relax before pushing further and beginning to slowly give him his first finger fuck. Once I was sure he had relaxed, I removed my finger and again he complained of its absence as I got a decent shard of gear and returned my finger to his pucker with a little surprise. “it might burn a bit this time, but its OK, just relax” “yes sir” Billy answered just before I could feel his body and muscles begin to react within seconds the booty bump took and I could feel my boys asshole start to get hungry, almost pulling my finger in. I know many men would have loosened Billy with more fingers, but my husband had taught me he didn’t like fingers much preferred cock, and I had learned I love the feeling of a tight ass peeling back my foreskin as I entered it, so now was the time, I put plenty of lube on my pole and his ass, got in position and pulled him back, lowering his ass onto my spear, hitting his target directly, and the combination of his weight, his now hungry hole, and my firm hand soon had my head inside him. Billy froze, then tried to pull away, “fuck daddy it hurts!!” he cried. But my firm hands held him still, unable to pull off my cock. “breath son, it will pass, and it is better to keep the cock in you while it does. This pain will never be so bad again, it will get easier and easier, unless you pull away and we have to start again from scratch” Unable to see through the initial pain Billy tried to pull away but still I stopped him… and then I could feel his body relax, and his ass open up. Then his breathing settled and I knew it was time, Must keep up the pressure, I lowered him down another inch, and again he struggled… but the pain stopped now more quickly. And so it went push, pain, hold, relax, repeat. Soon enough though I was all the way in my son, his little ass stretched tightly around its first fuck pole, no virgin any more, and I was able to put my arms around my son, having him relax back onto my chest, sitting in my lap impaled on me. I kissed his neck and again told him I was proud. Now was time for the fucking to begin, so yet another puff for him, and a new rocking motion. If there is one thing I know its how to fuck, how to use my cock to pleasure a bottoms prostate, and soon enough Billy was starting to let things like “omg, yes, wow, it’s sooo good and please” slip from his mouth. He was through the hard part, now was the addictive part, the part that would have him become a total bottom boy cock slave, my boy slave son, the anal orgasm and my seed blasted deep. I wouldn’t let him touch his little cock as I fucked him, meaning all the pleasure he felt was the making of just my cock, and he was loving it, so was I, I love tight ass, hate fucking a loose jam jar of a hole, and this was the tightest hottest one ever. I focused on my task, getting the right rhythm and angle until the boys moans changed pitch and soon enough I saw his tiny pecker shoot string after string of boy batter across the room. The clenching of his orgasm on my cock was also enough to take me over the edge and I began to fill my new sons ass with its first balls deep, animalistic load of semen. He relaxed back onto me, our bodies sweaty and panting. I once again expressed my pride and my new son beamed. “you’re mine now son” I said and Billy quickly replied “thank you daddy” To be continued?

Chapter IV. Tom, Ray, and Will had split up to tell everyone there that some new guys were here taking loads. Tom led us to a florescent-lit garage with two benches in the middle of the room. There were maybe six guys there, mostly naked and mostly hard. Tom led us to the benches and positioned me and my boy facing each other on our bellies, with our asses up and ready for the men's use. He tossed us both a bottle of poppers and we took a few deep hits. Tom led a stranger up to my boy's ass and the guy slipped right in. I watched my boy seethe with lust. Someone came up to me from behind and entered me. I somehow resisted the urge to see what he looked like. He fucked me for a few minutes and came in me. The guy fucking my boy finished too. One after another, every person in the room fucked one or both of us. We were both out of breath and dripping with sweat and seed. Tom scooped up my boy and Will and Ray helped me to a steam room. There were a few guys playing in the steam, but it was too thick to see the action. The sound of fucking reverberated off of the walls. The fat old man from the locker room was there and he pulled me to him. He placed me on his lap but I was too worn out to ride him. I slumped over his fat chest and held on while he pumped me. Tom got my boy to his knees and worked his fingers into his ass. I watched as the old man pumped at my ass as Tom got four fingers and his thumb in my boy's ruined cunt. My boy moaned as he went farther. I watched him take Tom's whole hand to the wrist. His eyes were glazed over and he moaned as he was fisted for the first time. The fat man under me jiggled his hips signaling that he was cumming in me. I thanked him for his load and eased off of him. Tom took my hand and pulled his fist out of my boy. He smeared the cum and ass juice all over mine and formed my fingers into the right shape. I was shocked at how easily my whole hand slipped inside my boy's cummy hole. It felt so silky and so hot. Tom got behind me and stood me, leaning back into his sexy furry chest. He eased my hand in and out of my boy who laid there nearly passed out. Tom told me to grab my cock. I did and he shook his head saying, 'No with your other hand…' I pulled my hand out of my boy's slackened hole and grabbed my dick. 'Fuck him…' I didn't so much as slide into my boy's ass as I scooped it in. There was no friction. 'No. Fuck him with your hand on your dick.' I pulled out and grasped my cock and inserted my whole hand and my cock into him. My boy groaned into the tile bench. I would never have though my boy's hole could be so open. Tom slid into my own loose hole and pounded my body into my boy. He was fucking both of us. Will and Ray appeared out of the mist and jerked each other off watching the three of us rutting. Tom told me he was going to cum in me, and I begged him to fill me up with his POZ seed. When he started firing inside me, I could only feel wetness sloshing around. That filthy sensation made me cum, I jerked myself off with my hand and dick planted inside my boy. Tom backed out of me and I backed out of my boy. It felt like his ass was turning inside out as I withdrew. Ray and Will approached his gaping rosebud and shot their loads into my boy. We went to a heated pool area and I saw a creamy puddle rise to the top of the water oozing out of our asses. My boy and I were so exhausted. The guys helped us pull ourselves together and poured us into the car. We both fell asleep as Tom drove us home. The guys got us tucked into bed and cleaned up the living room. The next morning, my boy and I took turns fucking each other before we got out of bed. On the coffee table in the living room was a note from Tom: Hey guys. Welcome to the brotherhood. Between the two of you, you took over twenty loads last night. Take some time to process the world you've joined. Take care of each other. See you again soon. -Tom Clipped to the note were two annual membership cards to the fuck club. We knew we'd be back soon.

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

Part 3. Zach joined us as we walked to the room. This time Chris gave me a towel to wear. I was kind of disappointed Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one-on-one with Chris, but I went along with with them, willing to see what they had in mind. We went down a series of halls which were lined with numerous closed doors, behind which, from time to time I could hear moans of pleasure, and the slapping sound of a hard fuck, that unmistakable sound of bare flesh hitting bare flesh as the top's groin slams into the bottoms butt - which is different from the sound of a palm hitting a bare butt, which we also encountered. (When we heard a guy who was slapping another guy's ass, we involuntarily paused to take note of what was going on in that room: each smack of a hand was followed by a squeal and an "Oh, Daddy," or an "I'm sorry, Daddy," and a few times "Harder, Daddy." We smiled at each other and continued down the hallway where we encountered an open doorway, through which we could see into the room which was dimly lit, but not so dimly we couldn't see four naked bodies in a tangle of fucking and sucking. It is one of the things I like about bath houses, even "private" sex is still communal and shared in a way due to the total lack of sound privacy. When we arrived at the right room, Chris unlocked and opened the door, gesturing for us to enter. Zach went in first and I followed, pleased to see Chris had sprung for a 'Delux' room. Not that it was all that much bigger than the standard room, but the Delux room offered (what what the bathhouse described as) a double bed. Before Chris had even locked the door, Zach had dropped his towel, yanked mine off, and was reaching for Chris' towel, with the end result within seconds all three of us were naked, rock hard, and had enveloped each other in a poly-amorous group hug in which our arms were wrapped around each other's waist, while in a three-way kiss, our hard cocks leaking precum on each other's cock, and our tongues snaked down each other's throat. Somehow we ended up on the bed with me on my back and Zach on my face,,,,, and he bent over to take my cock in his mouth... Chris told me to start eating out Zach's ass,,,,, and then slid his cock into my ass I had never rimmed a guys ass before, much less one filled with cum. Zach was an amazing cocksucker, then I felt Chris cock enter my ass again, a slow gentle steady fuck with his raw cock. Despite the turn on of getting fucked by my big bro and my first 'train run' on my ass, I hadn't cum yet..... I had been close several times , but this was totaly different, I was in heaven and my mind - my whole body was on overload with too many new sensations to process. Chris could tell I was getting close now and so he pulled Zach off my cock..... "sorry he is mine and I am going to get his load.... I know you are fucking cum whore so if you want more cum, I know where you can get a lot" so suddenly Zack pulled his ass away from my mouth and soon he was his on back and I was sitting on his face while Chris started fucking zach's ass with his cock and my mouth with his tongue... leaving my cock unattended and it was driving me crazy,,, "don't worry... I haven't forgotten my little bros needs" and with that he maneuvered me onto my side..... Zach's tongue still firmly planted deep inside my ass and then Chris swung around so that he and I were both on our sides, with his cock.... coated in Zach's ass juices and who knows how many different loads of come inches from my face, I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his cock as I could.....at the same time as Chris's warm mouth enveloped my cock..... I was in heaven.... a talented tongue eating out my ass, and my "big brothers' cock in my mouth while he gave me the best blow job I had ever had, so I couldn't hold back very long, I soon erupted - filling Chris's mouth with possibly biggest load I had ever shot. We soon came up for air trying to catch our breath, but Zach was not done yet and soon was exploring both my and Chris's body with his talented fingers and mouth, ending with his tongue back up my ass.... my cock was rock hard again.... I had only been rimed once or twice before...by tops who wanted to fuck me and clearly they had not had a clue as to what they were doing, just one of those obligatory "nice things" some tops think they need to do to get a bottom to spread his legs - Zach should give lessons.....while Zach had his tongue up my ass - Chris leaned over and started nibbling on my ear and telling me how hot I was ... how much I turned him on.... when Zach pulled his face out from between my ass cheeks to ask Chris, not me, "Can I fuck him now? his ass tastes so good I want to see what it feels like.... and he did get to fuck me after all"... "you? the biggest bottom in Chicago?" replied Chris...."ya, the idea of fucking a newbie turns me on.... a final welcome to the club of bareback bottoms" "Why not, that would be fun to watch".... and so with that - without asking me.....Zack grabbed me by the ankles and lifted my legs up and slide his cock up my ass. He gave a good fuck, not as good as Chris, but a close second, I heard once that bottoms make great tops because they know what a fuck should feel like for the bottom, they know which spots in your ass need what kind of attention to make you hungry for more, and Zach was certainly a good exhibit for that argument. For most of the fuck he was up on all fours looking down at me - but every so often he would lean down and kiss me, and I could taste my ass and all those different loads of cum on his tongue. and then he would lean over and kiss Chris, the kind of deep kiss that only two people who have a real connection could share. The kind of kiss that almost made me jealous, except that was stupid, this was just a bath house fuck after all. It didn't mean anything, just a hot - Ok a REALLY HOT NSA fuck. When Chris and Zach were not kissing, Chris kept up his patter in my ear, about how much I turned him on, how much he loved to fuck and breed my ass, and how hot it was to see what a whore his little brother was - taking any raw dick that was presented, getting bred by all of those other guys, especially now, getting bred by the big raw dick from the biggest bareback bottom in Chicogo. A hot masculine guy taking raw twink dick. Each time Chris or Zack mentioned "raw". "Bareback", or "breeding" part of my brain screamed at me to stop this, that this was wrong, it was stupid, Hadn't I been paying attention in Health Class? Sure a hot total top like Chris to fuck me raw once was probably safe, but those other guys? and now this twink, the "biggest Bare Back bottom in Chicogo? But at the same time that my brain was telling me to "stop" by cock would twitch and leak a little more precum. With each one of those words, "Raw", "Bareback", "Breeding" my hole would become a little more hungry for cock.... even though my ass was getting a bit sore from all the cock I had taken, I didn't want it to stop, while one part of my brain was saying "stop this" the entire rest of my body, and that deep primal part of the brain was screaming "More!" "Fuck... fuck... FUCK!!!.... So fucking good.... fuck, such a sweet FUUUCKING assss" Zack was chanting now with each thrust of of cock into my welcoming hole, constantly changing his rhythm. fast hard thrusts and then just as I knew he was getting close he would slow down, meanwhile Chris was chewing on my earlobe (how did he know that drove me crazy) and the fingers of his right hand were twisting hard on my nipple. Zack's breathing and thrusts were becoming more jagged now, his eyes were clenched shut, his shoulders arched back as with one last hard thrust of his cock into my ass "FUUUCCKKNG take my pa.........take my load you fu............" just then Chris bit down hard on my earlobe and his fingers nearly twisted off my nipple and I screamed out as I felt another load erupt out of my cock and Chris collapsed in a sweaty heap on top of me. "you are so fucking amazingly beautiful when you are getting fucked" whispered Chris in my ear as Zach and I tried to catch our breath. "well now you can really call yourself a real bottom" Chris told me, "and you should feel honored.... you are one of the few guys Zach has ever fucked, which is too bad as he knows what he is doing and has a great cock..... damn it is hot watching you submitting to such a total bareback bottom bitch like Zach...... And" (he said with an evil grin) "I bet all the guys in the hall who were listening enjoyed it too" Zach kind of giggled "Ya, sorry, I guess I did get a little noisy, sorry about that, but what can I say.... (looking at Chris) you have an eye for great talented, and I couldn't help myself, I had to see what newbie ass felt like, and (looking at me) it felt Amazing!!, thanks for letting me sample it, even if now I think I may have some real compitition for the title of best fuck in town" he said giving me one more quick kiss. "And now" he said getting up "I hate to be rude and fuck and run, but I have to be in the office bright and early tomorrow" "Tomorrow?, tomorrow is Saturday, what is that Scrooge making you do now?" "Oh he is not that bad, most of the time at least, the meetings next week are just really important and he is still working on his presentation, and I don't mind, I am one of the better paid admins in the company - if not the city, and he is generous with the comp time, for you know, Dr. appointments and such...." he said trailing off "Well," he said changing the topic "see you later sweetie" he said leaning down and giving Chris a quick peck on the lips "and you" giving me a slightly longer kiss "it was great meeting you....?..um..."(he smiled a shy awkward smile) "...OK, so this is one of those awkward bath house moments, when you have to admit you don't know the name of the guy you just fucked" "Josh" I said with my own smile. "Well" he said leaning over and giving me another longer kiss "very nice to meet you Josh, I hope we get to meet again, are you new to town? I havent seen you around before?" "Nope, just in town for the weekend and then a few days of business, so don't worry, you will have your undesputed title back by Thursday" I said grining Josh grined back at me, "Well I really do have to go" he said wrapping his towel around his narrow waist. "I hope we meet again before you go" At the door he stoped, turned and looked at Chris and me side by side, naked on the bed, "Damn" he said, "you two really do look like brothers" and with that he was out the door. ---- to be continued.

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