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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.

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.

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.

so this is my first time writing one of these and it’s a true story that happened last week. was a friday night i’d finished work for the week and was finally ready to party and play hopefully after scrolling on grinder i found this cute t girl only 19 had been out with friends and in the dreaded comedown so after a few messages we arranged to meet up i brought my bag of party supplies with me knowing what i had planned for this young slut. i arrived at a nice city centre apartment found this slut walking round just in lingerie and a limp sissy clit my eyes lit up just what i wanted a young petite slut with a sissy clit to ride this big daddy dick …….. but this bitch hits me with the i only fuck safe no exceptions i quickly thought ok i’ll just rip the rubber but she pulled out these extra safe condoms time for plan b after we kissed a bit she started sucking my cock whilst i rimmed her young fresh cunt sliding fingers in and out to stretch that fuckhole for my cock after a while i said you wanna get higher than you’ve ever been before “yes daddy” was the reply i got so i opened a baggie and put some tina on my fingers before massaging it into her colon she complained it burned but aid that will pass soon as she started thrusting back on my fingers i knew it was only a matter of time before i had my way with her i immediately made her tail 2 big lines of coke and a line of tina and told her i only fuck raw but hardly ever cum so we’re good. she was hesitant at first but as my cock pushed against her entrance to her cunt she pushed back taking all of my raw cock in her no mention of a rubber or question of my status ( i’m poz and was off the meds ) we fucked for hours i asked her did she submit complete control of her body to daddy she agreed yes. after i’d ducked a huge load into her neg cunt i opened grindr putting on pictures of her sucking and fucking my cock and invited poz only guys round we ended up with 3 other poz tops round all off meds this slut got more then she bargained for watching the theee guys fuck her hard one after another each leaving a big puddle of toxic cum in her hole when they finished i told her she was a little tina slut now and had taking 4 poz loads her life will never be the same again i fucked her one more time before going back on grindr and inviting a poz couple round ti finishe her off i’ve no idea she got the bug then and there but ended up getting fucked all night off 6 different poz guys everyone of us off meds i went home and got a message saying thankyou but she was annoyed i never said i was poz i replied you never asked and i said i don’t use rubbers now your a poz cumdump go out there take all cocks raw never insult a real man by asking about condoms get your pusey knocked up as much as possible i’m meeting her tonight she wants to play again

I was in DC going to the Nationals game I looked on Grindr and found navy guy who was looking too I texted him and he said he would love to come over 15 minutes later he was there. He was off and wanted to just fuck He loved anal sex and wife would not let him He quickly stripped and showed a nice thick dick. He also said he only fucked bareback He just laid me on my stomach on bed and went right in He fucked me for about 10 min till I could feel him cum he stayed in got hard and fucked me again he came three times before he left. Yes I was sore but happy

Great chapter!

religious "freedom" = freedom to hate those of other traditions than your own. The whole O.R. shitbag has been turned upside down so completely, it has nothing of value to offer anymore.

Anyone know who the dom top in this vid is? Extremely verbal and dominating to his sub, very hot! turns me on like nothing else!' [think before following links] https://dn3.newtumbl.com/img/932472/150194231/1/211975378/nT_6jzcpspnae7ttt4tpxu5btvp.mp4

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

My dad was the first to open me up when I was about 10. We fucked all the time growing up and I loved it!

Simple 🙂 when I was an escort/masseur I always made sure I was ready lubed with Vaseline. If they wanted to bareback (actually most did thank god) no problem I was ready, but if they wanted rubbers, 99 times out of a 100 it’d shred & id get the load.. if they realised they’d be really apologetic .. strangely on return visits they’d not bother with condom again..

I fucked him a couple of times at M.A.L. about 5, 6 years ago. Was a 1 on 1. Very nice guy; considerate and more interesting than I anticipated. He wanted me to participate in a gangbang movie that he was making that Sunday but I shied off. I should’ve done it. Older I become, less I give a shit. Ryan does have a sweet asshole, nice and smooth and the harder I fucked him, the more he got into it. Had a number counter & scoreboard in his room which I hit off twice. Like to run into him again; nothing like sliding your dick into a smooth hole that appreciates taking cock.

Ya think ??? Repressing one's sexual needs is downright dangerous to our health. If we try to repress our sexual requirements, we'll get ingrown toenails, crossed eyes, our hair will fall out along with our teeth, and our fingers will curl up and fall off too. Our dicks will shrink, our balls wither away, and our assholes will start singing Over the Rainbow !!! Imagine the horror of walking into a fuckjoint, with a hundred assholes singing that in every key - known and unknown. Obviously, we simply must keep Breeding each other !!! Social order depends on it. 😏

Hey Guys, thank you for your nice responses. It’s good to know I am not the only one who has this contradictory thoughts. I never ask my mates about their status. I think I had sex with many poz guys and I definitely know that some of my dates were poz. I let some of them to breed me encouraging them to poz talking. I absolutely enjoyed it knowing I was in safe because of prep and their undetectable status. However reading about converting adventures turns me extremely on.

besides sucking my own dad, i have always sought out dads with sons. It usually started with me talking to the son or dad at a nude beach or xx theaters and feeling them out if that kind of talk turned them on. Have to say almost 95 percent found it hot. over the years, have probably seen about 5 sons actually going down on daddy.

Chapter 3: Ducks in a Row Andrew unlocked the door of the condo, then stepped aside to let Markus walk in first. Of course, he was watching for any signs of familiarity to note down and report back to Dr. Preston. Markus walked into the main living room, and then went slowly around. He paused at a display shelf. “My dad’s gold medal from Olympic wrestling. He gave it to me when I won a citywide high school tournament in Frankfurt.” Andrew knew the story well, but politely said, “Oh, wow.” “And the little ceramic vase – my mom made that while I watched her at work. I was about eight or nine, and the way her hands shaped it as the wheel spun around, it fascinated me.” “It’s beautiful.” Now, he moved to the panoramic window and stared out at the mountains across Burrard Inlet. “Those two peaks there, are those the Lions?” “Yes, they are. They’re a lot farther away from here, and from each other, than they appear.” Andrew knew that Markus couldn’t have had a view of the Lions from any room in the hospital, so he took that as a positive sign. But he decided to move on. “Let’s get these bags dropped off into the rooms.” He headed off down the hall to the master bedroom. Markus followed behind, suddenly suspicious. “Wait, how did you know which way to go for the bedrooms?” “We got your address from your ID when you were brought in. Once we knew you were going home, we got permission from the management to come into the apartment, just to make sure there would be room for the massage table. And there it is.” He pointed to the far side of the room, where the table stood between the desk and the window. “I’ll just drop my bag off in the guest room.” “Wait!” Markus spoke so sharply that Andrew pulled up, before turning to look at him. “Are you afraid to share the bed with me?” The words were spoken with a meaning grin and a wink. Andrew faked a chuckle. “That’s your game, is it?” Markus grinned again. “Well, you certainly are good-looking and in shape, and your pants look like you could be packing a concealed friendly weapon.” Andrew cringed inwardly at what he had to say next. “Not a good plan. Have to maintain professionalism here. I’ll stick with the guest room, thanks.” Once he was in the guest room, Andrew sat down, groaned, and buried his head in his hands. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought – and he suddenly realized that the problem wasn’t the only thing that was hard. Markus hadn’t forgotten that he liked men and he was attracted to Andrew – all over again. It was like a replay of the first time they’d met, at a Pride party on the beach. Andrew thought back to that Sunday afternoon twenty-two years earlier. *************** The sun blazed fiercely down on the beachfront, making the temperature uncommonly warm for Vancouver. The band was pumping amplified music out at a superjet-powered level that made sure the lyrics could be clearly heard for miles around. The crowd of revellers in a few clothes and a lot more skin streamed continuously into the party area. Andrew moved around the periphery of the crowd, where he felt more comfortable. He had tucked his shirt inside the back of his shorts, and was enjoying the sun, but he wasn’t sure why he had come. Sure, it was Pride, so wave the flag, show your true colours, community solidarity, blah blah blah, but the truth was that he didn’t really enjoy big, noisy parties. He was just trying to decide if it was time enough to pull the plug and leave, when a hand seized him and dragged him right into the crowd. “C’mon, let’s dance! You’re looking kind of down there – let loose and enjoy yourself!” Andrew found himself facing a tall, lean blond man with clear blue eyes. Like him, the guy was shirtless. Unlike Andrew, the shirt was nowhere in sight and the shorts were super-tight and super-short, outlining a firm round ass and a more-than-interesting bulge. In no time, he realized that the stranger had far better dance moves than most of the guys around them. Andrew began picking up some pointers just by watching and the two of them were soon moving in sync, two guys dancing as one. Once they really got into the same groove, the stranger moved closer to him and they danced close, moving together and moving against each other. Soon they were embracing and kissing, and then the stranger asked his name. “Andrew. Yours?” “I’m Markus.” They hung out together for the rest of the party, and Andrew found he was enjoying the party much more now that he was with someone. The party was on Sunset Beach, and they stayed until just about sunset. But then Markus said, “Let’s leave now. I’d rather just watch the sunset somewhere a bit calmer. Okay with you?” They left the party area and walked along the shoreline park for about 10 minutes, then picked out a spot and sat down on the beach, leaning back against one of the huge logs placed there. Markus reached out and took Andrew’s hand. A minute later, Andrew was leaning his head on Markus’ shoulder, Markus put his arm around Andrew, and they sat like that, watching the sun go down. At last, the air was getting cooler, and Markus stood up. “Come on, Andrew, let’s go and heat things up again.” “What did you have in mind? Club party? Bar?” “My bedroom? Yours?” Andrew laughed. “Yours, if its close. Mine’s a fair distance.” “Come on, then.” It was a short walk to the apartment which Markus shared with two other guys. “They won’t be home, they’ve gone off to Barcelona for the week.” Markus led Andrew into his bedroom, and in seconds they had their arms around each other and were busily working at getting each other’s shorts off as fast as possible. Andrew won, because he just had to give a little tug on the tiny shorts Markus was wearing, and down they came. He dropped to his knees and grasped the beautiful 8-inch uncut tool in front of him as it jutted up, licking up the shaft as he played with the balls. Then, skinning back the cover, he licked around the head before he swallowed the entire shaft into his mouth, and Markus let out a long-drawn groan. “Oh, fuck, yeaaahhhh, that’s so good.” Andrew worked on Markus for a few minutes, but then Markus grabbed him, pulled him up, and resumed kissing for a minute. Then he said, “My turn,” and went to his knees, taking Andrew’s 8-incher in hand and going to work on it. In no time, he had Andrew moaning and groaning as he worked his tongue up, down, and around the shaft, then plunging his head right down the shaft, taking the entire cock into his throat. “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Andrew gasped out, as Markus used his virtuoso sucking technique to bring him rapidly to the boil. But now, Markus released Andrew’s tool, and Andrew pulled him up, said “Turn around,” and then knelt down again, burying his face in between Markus’ firm round ass cheeks. One thing Andrew had learned right from his earliest experiments with his high school track teammates was that he loved eating ass. It turned him on immensely to hear a man groaning and moaning while Andrew’s busy tongue dug into his hole, washed down his cheeks, licked over his taint, and more. He gave Markus the works, until Markus was moaning and crying nonstop in ecstasy, his hole opening up and begging for it. And now Markus was begging too. “Oh, fuck, man, you’ve got me so fucking hot. I can’t wait! Get that thing into me. Plant that big fucking cock on my hole, shove it into me, and ride me long and hard!” “Always glad to oblige.” Andrew stood up, then gave Markus a firm shove that sent him sprawling across the bed, face down, ass up, and ready. Andrew leaped on top of him, digging his dick into the crack. “Spread those cheeks,” he snapped, and Markus reached back with his long arms, grasping his cheeks and pulling them open as Andrew planted his big cockhead against the hole and began to lean on it. “Got some lube?” Markus was still just a little too tight. He reached over to the bed table, pulled out a tube, and passed it up to Andrew, then grabbed and opened his cheeks again. Andrew spread the lube over his rigid dick, worked some into Markus’ hole, then tossed the tube aside, planted his cock against the hole and began to lean on it. Now, like magic, Markus opened right up, and Andrew’s thick head slipped into his ass. “Ohhhhh….” Markus gave a long moan that trailed off into silence. Andrew waited patiently until the hole began to relax a little more, and then slowly began sliding deeper. It took a few minutes. His tool was thicker than average, and Markus was tight, feeling like he hadn’t been fucked for a while. But Andrew kept the pressure on, and slowly his tool sank all the way in to the bottom until his hips were resting against those taut ass cheeks and he could then lie down, right across Markus’ firm muscled back. Andrew proceeded to do just that, moving slowly at first but gradually gaining speed until he was propped up on his hands in full push-up position, slamming his hips down over and over to drive his cock into the tight, willing ass under him. Markus certainly knew how to get fucked, too, working his ass muscles on each down stroke and relaxing them as Andrew pulled out again. After a few minutes of this, Andrew pulled right out and flopped over on his back, then said, “Here, climb on.” Markus proceeded to sit down on Andrew’s firm pole, riding him up and down like a merry-go-round horse gone mad, moaning nonstop as he fucked himself into next year on Andrew’s cock. After a while, he spun around so that he was facing away from Andrew, and then leaned back while Andrew stretched his hands up, grasping Markus by the shoulders so he could ride like a maniac. Then Andrew pulled Markus all the way down on top of him and began slamming his cock at top speed up into Markus. His ass wasn’t tight any more. It was looser now, still grasping Andrew but no longer seizing him in a death grip. Andrew drove himself harder and harder into that hot hole, groaning, and saying “Fuck” over and over, and then suddenly, “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum. Gonna flood your guts!” “Yeah, man. Fill me up with your cum! Seed me!” Andrew thrust his hips all the way up, clear off the bed, holding both Markus and himself in the air as his cock pulsated, pumping shot after shot of his sperm deep into that awesome hole. Markus groaned, grabbed his dick and beat it, and started cumming all over himself while Andrew was still shooting inside him. Then Andrew’s strength gave out and he flopped down onto the bed, his cock coming out of Markus, and a stream of hot cum flowing slowly out after it and dripping down onto his body. Later on, they were sitting up in bed together, relaxing with a glass of wine and stroking each other gently between little kisses. Andrew felt amazingly comfortable and, somehow, at home. He’d been through several partners, some fun, some not so fun, some for a month or three, and some only for a night. But he had never felt this kind of comfort-zone sensation before. He made a mental note to call Uncle Rich and Uncle Tommy and run it by them, to get their feedback. Just as he thought to do that, Markus sighed. “What is it?” Andrew asked. Markus thought for a moment before he replied. “Just thinking about how good this feels. I mean, the sex and all was amazing, it was great having you load me up twice like that, but – just this, the two of us at ease, comfortable, relaxed, close. It feels so – I don’t know… right, somehow.” He emphasized the word “right” clearly. With that, Andrew knew at once that they were on the same wavelength. He made no reply, just tightened his arm to snuggle Markus closer. And Markus spoke again. “I’d love for you to stay – unless you have to go.” “I’m in no hurry.” With those words, Andrew put his glass down, slid down into the bed, and rolled onto his side to face Markus. Markus parked his own glass, switched off the light, and snuggled down next to Andrew, rolling to face him. They wrapped their arms around each other and fell asleep like that. *************** Andrew snapped out of his reverie of the past to find a stain on the front of his trousers, and to hear the voice of Markus calling irritably to him, “Andrew! Are you going to take all day? I’m ready for my treatment!” “Be right there.” Andrew did a quick change, and then sauntered back into the master bedroom to find Markus lying on his back on the table. He grabbed the massage oil and began working on the left leg. “I’m glad you started there, it’s a bit sore and stiff from all the walking.” Andrew worked on the muscles with his fingers, and then started the bending and flexibility exercises. After a while, he moved on to the left arm and shoulder. They were certainly getting better, but all that side of Markus had taken a hell of a beating when his car was crushed against the concrete retaining wall on the Sea to Sky Highway by a transport with a hotshot young driver who was a little too sure of his ability to text and drive at the same time. Nor had the resulting fire helped matters, although the burns were not the worst of the problem. Over the next few days, they worked out the details of housekeeping arrangements, what foods to shop for (of course Andrew knew already, but he played dumb), and other such mundane matters. Andrew also kept playing the memory games with Markus. Unlike the physio, his occupational therapy with Ariana hadn’t continued when he left the hospital, so Andrew was happy to keep doing it. After all, the sooner Markus recovered his memory, the better. Meanwhile, patience was a necessity for Andrew. On Monday, Henrik came in for a therapy session, and Andrew took advantage of the opportunity to go out for a good long walk along the waterfront park and back. The stress of the situation, which was far different from the normal stress of caring for a recent hospital case, was really getting to him. When he came back, he heard some giggling and sighs which were somewhat different from the sounds of a normal therapy session as well. On Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, Markus dropped even more suggestive remarks towards Andrew. It was plain that his ordeal had left him raring to go, and Andrew was finding it more and more difficult to keep a professional distance. Henrik kept coming in each day for a morning therapy session, and Andrew took care of the afternoon sessions. On Friday, he made up an imaginary work session day at the hospital, and left Markus on his own when Henrik came in. He’d been texting Jimmy, and when Jimmy said he had a day off, that was all Andrew needed to hear. Andrew picked him up and drove to a restaurant out of the neighbourhood so they wouldn’t be seen by anyone who knew them. After a fun lunch together, they went back to Jimmy’s apartment for another wild round of sex, in which Andrew bred the younger guy twice again, and then urged him to return the favour since Jimmy hadn’t cum yet. Andrew had been so sure that Jimmy was bottom only, but when the younger man got his dick all the way inside his ass, Andrew found to his surprise that Jimmy was an experienced and virtuoso fucker too. He said something and Jimmy laughed. “Yeah, I can do both – I just prefer to take it. But I give, on demand.” “I demand that you give it to me!” Both of them laughed then, but Andrew’s laugh quickly changed to moans of satisfaction as Jimmy worked his hole over, using his dick alternately as a power drill, then a corkscrew, and then a crowbar. It was a long time since Andrew had taken a fucking like that, and it awoke a real fire in him, a desperate need to have Jimmy fuck the cum right out of him, preferably hands-free. The odds were good; Jimmy certainly knew how to keep rubbing the prostate of his bottom from multiple angles. In all, Jimmy pounded Andrew for over 20 minutes, showing terrific staying power. He took Andrew through almost any position you could imagine. The one that really surprised Andrew, giving him sensations like he’d never felt before, was when Jimmy got right up over him and faced Andrew’s feet, then slid that tool back inside and fucked his way to a climax. Just as Jimmy announced that he was about to breed Andrew’s hole, Andrew yelled aloud as his cock convulsed, shooting a stream of cum underneath him onto the bed. That did the trick. As soon as Andrew’s hole contracted, Jimmy’s cock blasted an epic load inside his butt, pumping shot after shot of cum into Andrew, firing until he’d shot at least a dozen times – and still his cock kept contracting and trying to force even more out. When he pulled out at last, a river of cum poured down Andrew’s crack and dripped over his balls and onto the bed, adding to the mess he’d already made on it. After they’d wound down from that power climax, and cleaned up some of the resulting mess, Andrew sat Jimmy down for a serious talk. He’d decided that he needed to bring Jimmy right up to speed with what was happening in his life. After he’d gotten through the whole lengthy analysis of the situation, Jimmy had a question. “Andrew, why are you telling me all of this?” “I figured you had a right to know. It’s obvious that we enjoy playing with each other. I just need you to know why that’s all it can be, but also why it’s going to stop sooner rather than later.” “Fair enough. I can live with it. And I appreciate the honesty.” “I’m going to have to go now. I still need to give Markus his afternoon physiotherapy session.” They parted, not without a few lingering kisses, and Andrew hurried home. He walked in the door of a silent condo. No lights, no sound, nothing. He looked into each of the rooms in turn. No Markus. It was as if he had completed his morning physio and then vanished. Andrew could feel panic rising in his throat, but he forced himself to remain calm and check things off one by one. No note anywhere. No message on the fridge. No message on my phone. Car keys still there (phew!). He texted Henrik. Henrik responded, “No idea.” He decided to wait half an hour more, and then contact the police. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock inexorably marked off the seconds and minutes until Andrew wanted to scream at it. Then, at the 28-minute mark, his phone rang. He grabbed it. “Hello?” “Andrew? It’s me. Markus.” Andrew heaved an overwhelming sigh of relief. But he also registered the fact that Markus sounded either sad or worried, and tired with it. “Markus, where are you?” “I’m at the front door of… what was that address again?” That remark was directed to another voice that he could hear, speaking indistinctly in the background. “1892 Comox Street. I tried to get into the building to come up to the apartment, but my door pass wouldn’t work.” “It’s the wrong building. Yours in 1982 Comox.” “I know. This fellow who was coming in told me it must be the wrong building because my condo is on the 25th floor, and this one only has 22 floors.” “It’s just a block away. Hang tight, I’ll be there for you in about 5 minutes.” Andrew headed down in the elevator, and then walked down the street to the next block and into number 1892. “You’re okay, Markus?” “Yeah. Tired, though. I thought I had a little more stamina than that for walking.” “Frustrating for you, I’m sure. But we all know it’s going to take a while.” “All?” “As in you, me, Henrik, and Doctor Preston, for starters. Come on, let’s get you home.” They walked slowly back up the street to number 1982 and rode up to the twenty-fifth floor. Once inside, Markus flopped into an armchair, and propped his left leg up on the stool. “Damn. I’m wiped.” “What happened?” “I just wanted to get out for some fresh air and to walk a bit. I didn’t trust my memory, so I copied down the address from my desk. See?” He held out the handwritten note and Andrew took it. Neat and clear: “1892 Comox Street.” Andrew thought about it for a moment. Then he got a pad and pen. “Markus, I’m going to show you an address and get you to copy it for me. Just to see what happens.” He opened the map on his phone and picked out a random address: 1042 DAVIE STREET. Markus copied it down: 1402 DAVIE STREET. Andrew tried another one: 1180 HOWE STREET. Markus copied: 1810 HOWE STREET. Andrew thought for a moment. Then he said, “It looks like something in your brain is scrambling the numbers up. I’ll mention it to Dr. Preston the next time I see him.” “Oh, great. That’s all I need, another problem to deal with.” “Anyway, Markus, I’ll just write your address out properly for you on a small card and you can stick it in your wallet so it’s always on you wherever you go. And we’ll skip the afternoon therapy session for today, you’ve had more than enough of a workout.” And I’ve had all the stress I can take for today, he thought. Of course, he knew that Markus already had his address on his driver’s licence but that had been removed since he was still unable to drive. Andrew was keeping it safe. Markus was so tired that he flopped into bed at 9:30 and slept right through until Andrew called him for breakfast the next day. He was too tired to even think of making his usual sly remark about Andrew joining him.

Last night. I posted in another thread about HANDCUFFS.. Got handcuffed spread to a bed clothes torn and at least 4 loads.. Friggin awesome night even drank at the tap.

Chapter 2: Wake-Up Call Tommy got out into the hall, just in time to see the long legs in black trousers vanishing around the corner. He headed that way, nerving himself for a very stress-filled conversation. Turning the corner, he found that he was approaching the nursing station and the waiting area across from it. He could hear the harsh, wracking sobs coming from the waiting area. Thankfully, no one else was there – just Andrew, crumpled up in a chair, shoulders heaving, as he sobbed disconsolately. Tommy knelt down in front of him and opened his arms wide. Andrew flung himself forward into his uncle’s embrace, crying heartbrokenly on his shoulder as Tommy wrapped him securely in a loving hug. Chad and Alicia came along the hall and into the waiting area, stopping without saying a word as they watched Tommy holding the tearful Andrew close while his shoulders shook. Tommy looked up at them, and waved to them as if to say, “You can go, I’ve got this.” After a while, the tears died down and Tommy could feel Andrew was regaining control of his body, the quivering and shaking slowly dying away. “Come, Andrew, let’s go for a walk outside. Fresh air will do us both good.” As they left, Chad and Alicia came back into the waiting area and sat down, expecting Dr. Preston to come and talk to them. It was a good half hour before he appeared, and then the doctor had questions to which they didn’t have the answers. The big Number One was, “Who is Werner?” Knowing the answer to that might help to judge how far back the memory lapse extended, and therefore how long it might take for Markus to fully recover the ability to access all his memories – or at least the great majority of them. Chad finally said, “The only person who might be able to answer that is my brother, and he’s somewhere outside right now, bawling his eyes out as he tries to come to terms with the fact that he’s married to a man who doesn’t know who he is any more.” That came out with rather more of a cutting edge than Chad intended, but it did penetrate the doctor’s absorption in a fascinating case study. “Ohhh.” Dr. Preston’s voice trailed off down the scale as the human dimensions of the whole awful situation finally began to sink in. He thought for a moment, and then asked, “Can you get hold of him?” “I could,” Chad replied, “but I think it’s better if I don’t try right now. Our uncle will take care of him and help him to get over the first brutal shock. I’d rather leave them to sort it out. Perhaps by tomorrow he’ll feel able to come back in and talk to you about it.” Dr. Preston nodded and then, choosing his words carefully, he went on. “If he can, that will be a help, but don’t try to force it. He must be in a terrible emotional mess right now. Whenever he feels ready, that will be soon enough. We’ll keep taking care of his husband in the meantime. Can you give me your number so I won’t have to be calling Andrew if he doesn’t want to hear from me just yet?” “Of course.” Once Chad had given the doctor his phone number, he and Alicia said goodbye and left. Outside the hospital, he checked his phone and said, “Message from Uncle Tommy: ‘He’s a bit calmer now, but I’d better stick with him for a while. Will let you know if any news.’” “Thank goodness he’s here,” Alicia said. “It’s a real Godsend for Tommy to be with Andrew right now.” With that, they headed back to the condo. Later that evening, Tommy called. “Chad, I’ve brought Andrew to my hotel suite. I’m letting him sleep in the bed, and I’m taking the couch. I just want to be here to care for him if he wakes up and gets distressed again during the night. He’s asleep right now.” “Thank you so much, Uncle Tommy. I really appreciate you keeping him close, and how you’ve always cared so much about Andrew and watched out for him.” In fact, Andrew’s emotional exhaustion ensured that he slept for about ten hours. When he awoke in the morning, he opened his eyes to find Tommy looking at him, full of care and concern. “Good morning, Andrew. How are you feeling today?” As the memory of the previous day came slowly back, Andrew’s face began to fall. But simply giving way to his emotions wasn’t in his character, as Tommy well knew. “I’m not all there, Uncle Tommy, but feeling a bit better than last night. Let’s go get some breakfast, I’m hungry.” Over breakfast, and about four cups each of the hotel’s rich, aromatic coffee, Tommy nudged Andrew to talk through the short-term and long-term implications of the situation. It mattered to him that Andrew thought the whole thing through for himself as much as possible. It also meant that Tommy had a basis for ongoing advice calls which were sure to happen in the days and weeks to come. It was the most natural thing in the world that Andrew would turn to Tommy for advice, as he always had with Rich as well, and the best of that special relationship between them was that Andrew’s parents also saw it as the natural thing for him to want -- to talk it over with his uncle. As they finished breakfast, Tommy said to Andrew, “I hope this won’t upset you too much, but I’m heading back home tomorrow. There are still all kinds of finicky details from Rich’s estate that I have to attend to.” At once, Andrew felt contrite. “Uncle Tommy, I’m so sorry. I’m being so damned selfish, pinning you down here when you have your own life to live and things that you need to do.” Tommy hugged him again. “Andrew, you should know by now that you and Markus are as big a part of my life as if you were my own sons. Rich would have said exactly the same if he were here. Just know that I am very concerned about both of you. Even though you have to figure your way through this for yourselves, I’m never far from you in spirit and only a click away if you need a listening ear. We’re family, Andrew, in a way that I could never have guessed or predicted until it happened.” The next few weeks dragged by interminably for Andrew. Tommy had gone back home to Alcantara, but he had firmly told Andrew that he was to call at any time if he needed to talk about what was happening. Chad and Alicia had also returned home to Toronto, amid profuse thanks and appreciation from Andrew. And when their flight took off, Andrew was left to cope on his own with the problem. He had been able to tell Dr. Preston that “Werner” was the name of the first man Markus had gotten into a relationship with, back when he was in university in Germany, almost 20 years earlier. It seemed that all his memories since then had disappeared. However, as Preston explained carefully, it wasn’t likely that the memories themselves had vanished, just that Markus’ brain couldn’t figure out how to access them right now. He was hopeful that the brain’s electronic pathways would in time repair themselves enough to make most of his memories accessible to Markus once again. Andrew himself was a good deal less confident, since Markus had shown no sign of recognizing him as yet. All the same, as he reminded himself, Dr. Preston had to reintroduce himself every morning when he came through on his rounds, and for days, Markus would ask, “Have we met before?” or some such thing. But in the second week after he woke up, Markus now remembered Dr. Preston from day to day. He remembered Andrew, too, but just as another familiar face and name. There was still no sign beyond that. By the beginning of the third week, though, Markus was no longer asking them to produce Werner. From some of the disconnected comments he made, it seemed that he had now recalled that his relationship with Werner had ended badly. Andrew knew he was grasping at straws, but that seemed to him like a positive sign. Meanwhile, the physical healing was moving on rapidly, and Dr. Preston felt that he would be ready to be discharged from hospital by the time three weeks were up. That, of course, raised a challenge: how was Andrew supposed to take home and care for a husband who didn’t know who he was at all? To help with the critical memory problem, Markus was assigned an occupational-health therapist, who could do various kinds of mental exercises designed to stimulate the revival of the brain’s memory circuits. Ariana was a lively, vivacious woman with a light-hearted approach to her task, and Markus found his work with her to be actually fun, as well as stimulating. By this time, Markus had also begun seeing a physiotherapist, a young man of Danish descent named Henrik. He began working with Markus on a daily basis, helping him to recover the mobility and flexibility that he had lost from the burns in the accident, followed by the long stay in the hospital. In no time at all, Markus fell into an easy and comfortable manner with Henrik. Andrew also found Henrik easy to talk to. Soon enough, Andrew was explaining to Henrik the challenging situation that he would face when Markus was discharged. Henrik could appreciate the difficulties, and since he had an innate inclination to be sympathetic towards both men, it came naturally to him to want to help them out. After a couple of days, Henrik came up with an idea, and asked Andrew to meet him after his work day was done at a nearby pub. When they got there, Andrew realized that something was up as Henrik walked with him into a watering hole which was unmistakably a gay bar. They grabbed a table in a corner, got a couple of drinks, and Andrew listened as Henrik proposed that he should become Henrik’s assistant. Andrew balked, but Henrik laughed and said, “Not officially! I’m not suggesting you go through formal training as a physio! But I can show you how to work on the exercises Markus needs, and you can work with him at home on the days that I can’t be there myself. That’ll be weekends to start with, and then later on some weekdays as well. We’ll keep it informal, except that we can tell Markus that you’re my assistant. That’ll give you an excuse to be there all the time and to help him in other ways as well.” Henrik gave Andrew a meaning wink and grin as he said that. “Is this even legal?” “It’s on a need-to-know basis, which means that nobody but us needs to know. Does that answer your question?” “I guess.” Andrew still felt unsure if he could pull it off. But Henrik simply said, “You’ve got a better idea?” No, he didn’t, so he decided to go along with Henrik’s scheme even though he thought privately that the whole idea was a bit hare-brained. What made it feasible was the fact that the patient had already accepted Andrew as part of the team looking after him, so having Andrew carry on into home care would perhaps seem reasonable to Markus. The next day, Henrik introduced Andrew to Markus as his assistant, and told Markus in the most natural way that Andrew would be going home with him to provide home care and therapy as his healing continued. Meanwhile, Henrik himself would be coming for an hour most days to continue providing therapy – at least for a while. By the end of the Tuesday session, Andrew had begun doing some of the simpler exercises while Henrik watched, approvingly, saying, “You see, Markus, he’s as much of a natural at this as I am.” On Wednesday, Andrew did about half of the session, and Henrik gave him some pointers to improve one or two of the exercises. Henrik knew that what he was doing was strictly illegal, but he had also sold himself on the idea that his role with helping Markus along the road to healing had other dimensions at least as important as simply doing textbook physiotherapy. He explained to Andrew that he had arranged for the delivery of a massage table for physiotherapy sessions in their condo. Wednesday was also that day that Dr. Preston notified Andrew that Markus would be discharged on Friday. That meant that Thursday was Andrew’s last chance. He’d done a thorough sweep through their condo, hiding things that might distress Markus. He’d even packed a bag, to bring with him on the day he was going to “move in” with his “patient” to take care of. Even with all of that, he still had a piece of important unfinished business that he simply had to take care of before Markus came home. Andrew had a serious case of an itch that needed desperately to be scratched. When he left the hospital at eight o’clock on Thursday night, he made a beeline for the bar where Henrik had taken him. At least, he figured it might give him a shortcut to his objective and save him hours of unproductive messing around on apps. Pulling up a stool at the bar, he ordered a beer and then started looking around. As luck would have it, there was a slim, red-haired twenty-something twink who spotted Andrew right away and found the older man and his athletic muscles definitely appealing. He sat down next to Andrew and began a conversation. Andrew wasn’t in a mood to be fussy, but he had to admit to himself that the twink, who was handsome and well-built (although slender), certainly filled the bill. As soon as they each finished a beer, Andrew left the bar with Jimmy (the twink) in tow. Jimmy walked him around the block to his apartment and led Andrew to the elevator, and then down the hall to his apartment. As Jimmy closed and locked the door, Andrew spun him around, pressed him up against the wall, and began kissing him, thrusting his tongue aggressively into Jimmy’s mouth as he slid his hands down that slim back to the firm round ass. Pressing the kissing even harder, he began squeezing and moulding Jimmy’s butt as he began grinding his crotch up against the younger guy’s bulge. No hesitation there, either – both of them were already rock-hard, and Jimmy was well on his way to getting Andrew’s shirt out of his trousers and fully unbuttoned. As the passionate kissing, grinding, and squeezing continued, successive items of clothing gradually littered the floor all the way from the entrance to the bedroom, until Jimmy was sitting on the bed and releasing Andrew’s painfully hard dick from his tight briefs. Right away, Jimmy proved that he had the skills as well as the body to fill the bill, as he began giving Andrew’s seven-incher a virtuoso blowjob. Twisting his mouth around the shaft, plunging deep down to the root, pulling back until his tongue was washing the head, sucking the cock deep and then swallowing while the head was deep in his mouth, Jimmy had Andrew on the ropes in just a few minutes. But Andrew had other plans for his load. He wanted to breed ass, to pump his sperm as deep into this twink’s beautiful ass as possible. He pulled Jimmy up onto his feet, spun him around, and fell to his knees, pushing his face right into the crack between those well-shaped buns. Andrew quickly brought his years of experience to bear, eating Jimmy’s ass, licking along the sides, down onto the taint, and back up again, washing over and over across the tight little hole and then pushing and twisting until his tongue pried its way in. He then proceeded to tongue-fuck Jimmy’s tight opening until the younger twink was moaning and sighing in ecstasy. It was a good ten minutes before Andrew pulled out his tongue and replaced it with a finger, then a minute or so later with a second one. The third finger followed in due order. He certainly knew how to keep his fingers twisting and flexing around inside Jimmy’s ass, loosening and opening him every way he could. Meanwhile, Jimmy was sniffing on the poppers, giving himself a good rush. Andrew said, “Pass it up here.” Jimmy handed him the bottle and he took a couple of good deep whiffs himself, then handed it back down, saying, “Get ready, because you are about to get fucked.” He could tell from the feel of Jimmy’s hole that this guy hadn’t had cock inside him for a while. Andrew moved his hard dick against the hole and pressed inwards. As he entered, Jimmy collapsed face-down across the bed and Andrew followed right with him, letting his cock sink deeper and deeper inside Jimmy’s hole as he lay down right on top of the twink’s slim and beautifully-shaped back and butt. Jimmy groaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yeah!” as Andrew’s cock penetrated him all the way and his fucker’s firm, muscular torso collapsed right across his body. Almost at once, he began twisting his hips from side to side, squeezing the cock inside his ass first one way and then another. That was enough to stimulate Andrew into action, as he planted his hands on either side of Jimmy’s chest, pushed himself up to arm’s length, and began to pump. Starting slowly, he soon began to gain speed, pushing his way into Jimmy’s ass faster and faster until he was giving that twink butt a full-on pounding. Jimmy continued moaning and twisting under the assault, feeling the power of the man fucking him deep inside his body. As Andrew speeded up his powerful thrusts, Jimmy moaned aloud that he was going to cum. Andrew pounded even faster, gasping out, “Cumming right with you!” Suddenly, Jimmy’s ass contracted violently around Andrew’s cock as the first spurt of cum shot out under him onto the bed. That was all it took. Andrew slammed full-force inside his ass and started firing bolts of cum deep inside that hot young hole. As the force of the orgasm died away, Andrew slowly pulled out, and flopped on his back next to Jimmy. Jimmy dived onto his cock and began licking and sucking it clean. After a couple of minutes, during which Andrew hadn’t even begun to soften, Jimmy pulled himself up and sat down on that rigid pole, taking it all inside himself for another round. Andrew groaned at the feeling of his first load lubricating that tight hole and sliding all around his dick. He was happy to let Jimmy do a bit of the work for a while, and lay back, enjoying the sight of that firm, slim young body bouncing up and down on his erection. After a while, though, Andrew was ready to resume control, and he sat up, rolling Jimmy backwards until he was lying on his back with his legs kicking up in the air. Andrew got in between those long legs and pushed his cock back into Jimmy’s hole, coming right down on top of him, face to face, and tongue to tongue, while Jimmy wrapped his legs and arms around Andrew, pulling him in closer. Between the nearness of the position, the intensity of the kissing, and the speed of Andrew’s plunges into Jimmy’s hole, it took no time at all before load number two moved into place and started making its way up the shaft of Andrew’s cock. “Ready for me to knock you up again?” “Oh, yeah, I want that hot load all the way inside me. Breed me deep!” A few moments later, Andrew’s cock went into spasms, pumping another massive load deep inside Jimmy’s receptive ass until the sperm was draining and squelching out around his dick as he slowed down from the final epic thrusts. When he pulled out, a long stream of cum oozed out of Jimmy’s ass and ran down his taint. Jimmy lay there with what some people call an “all gone” look on his face, dazed and happy with the joy of two big loads swimming around inside his ass cunt. They lay on the bed together, cuddling and kissing and stroking each other for a while. Then Jimmy said, “That was so awesome, I hate for you to leave. Want to stay?” Andrew sat up then. Yes, he wanted to stay. No, he didn’t want to stay. His mood swerved wildly between the two extremes while Jimmy watched him curiously. Andrew felt like he owed Jimmy an explanation, especially because the sex had been so sensational and he had certainly felt an attraction to this good-natured young guy. Finally, he spoke. “I’d like to but I can’t. It’s complicated, I can’t explain the whole thing, but I would like to see you again – I’m just not sure when it will be possible. I know that sounds like a copout, and it’s not that at all, really. I’m sorry, but that’s all I can say right now.” Something of his stress and distress came through in the relatively conventional words. Jimmy was a sensitive, intuitive guy, and he realized that Andrew really was struggling with something big. But he’d enjoyed their time too, so his response was, “Okay, let’s swap digits.” Andrew got up, got his phone, and had Jimmy enter his number. “I’ll send you a text now with my name so you can add me.” That done, he left after a lingering goodbye kiss at the door, remembering to turn back and wave again before getting on the elevator. He’d guessed right; Jimmy was standing by his open door, watching Andrew as he left. As Andrew walked home, he realized that his life was about to get complicated. He’d always valued honesty, and here he was preparing to live a lie with his husband who didn’t know who he was. As if all that weren’t enough, he guessed that it might be a long time before he could have sex with Markus again, and there was Jimmy, eager, willing, fun, and good company -- quite apart from being a sensational fuck. Andrew had enjoyed his evening immensely, but he didn’t want to manipulate Jimmy’s feelings when his own hope was to have his normal life with his husband back again. What a mess! Andrew groaned and shook his head as he walked in the front door of his condo building.

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.

Knew I was queer at the age of 5. I was 7 when I awoke one morning and knew it was time to seek out my first man. Hit the nude/QUEER beach and HE emerged from the water, the image of my masturbation fantasies, 6'1", shoulder length black, wavy hair, full beard n stache, hairy from head to toes and carried himself like he knew what he had to offer and MAN, what he had to offer. To my surprise, he approached me with the pretense of grubbing a smoke and after a bit of small talk, during which I admitted I was a virgin and he was 28, we wound up at his place. Heb taught me the basics of gay sex that day, we sucked and fucked each other and it turned into a 3 month fling. Part of me wishes I'd done something earlier, but I did have the BEST first!

PS You never had a choice to begin with Brother and his friends: Were your practice tools Uncle: Was your "how to be cumdump" trainer plus he rented your ass out Father: fulfilled your daily craving for cum Boyfriends/Daddy's/Master's: turned you into AIDS BAIT

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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.

.....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, 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?" I was stunned, and lowered my legs, closing off access to my freshly fucked hole and looked up at Chris. His blue eyes were no longer friendly or seductive, inviting me on an adventure with him. They were now a dark icy blue. "Spread your legs bitch" he ordered. I hesitated a bit too long and he slapped me across the face and reached down, and grabbing my ankle forcibly lifting my left leg, while Zach whispered encouragement into my ear "come on, you know you want it.... you just took your first load, you cant stop there".... "You know you want more" and lifted my right knee up to my chest. I looked back at Chris. Fuck I was going to realize both of my fantasies in one night - my nice older brother who seduced me into sex and taught me to be a better bottom had in an instant turned into the sadistic older brother whoring me out to his friends...or in this case, most likely total strangers. For the next hour or so I worked my way seemingly though all of the ethic neighborhoods of Chicago. First a silent blond uncut Slav. He was probably 6'2 or 3, and easily 220 lbs of solid muscle, blond - but with a flatter face with a wide flat nose, not the thin Nordic look from back home, he had a wide strong flat hairless chest and in fact was smooth all the way down to a tangle of dark blonde pubes surrounding a big fat uncut cock. Even hard he had about 1/2 inch of skin covering a massive mushroom head, which he shoved raw into my ass without much ceremony, giving a contented sigh as he filled my ass. "Sweet" he muttered, and proceeded to pump away, keeping his eyes almost closed, his hands wrapped around my ankles which he held high in the air spreading my legs wide, fucking in deep, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving in deep so I could feel his pubes against my ass. Part way through the fuck he pulled all the way out, pulled the skin back reveling his purple head and plunged back into me. While he was fucking me Zach was whispering in my ear, asking how it felt, how I liked taking my second raw dick, knowing I was going to get another load of cum filling my ass......... The Slav was fucking faster now, and soon let out another grunt, opened his eyes a bit wider so that he was looking me in the eyes, "yea. take it, take this fucking load" his thrusts which had been keeping up a steady - if increasingly faster rhythm, grew jerky and and I could feel his cock grow bigger, as he made one, two, three final hard thrusts into me "here's my load" He stayed in me for a moment his hips still, pressed deeply against my ass, as I felt his cock flex, inside me, pumping out its' final spurts of cum. His eyes had closed again while he was coming, they opened slowly as he pulled out, but I could not tell what he was thinking. As he pulled out, Zach pulled him over, and getting on all fours looked up at him and said, 'let me clean that off for you" the Slav let him take his cock into his moth while Zack moaned, I knew he was tasting not only the Slavs cum, but surely Chris's cum too which I am sure was partly trapped under the Slav's foreskin. While Zach was cleaning off the Slav's cock with his mouth, a skinny black guy naked except for a dew rag over his hair shoved his big coal black cut cock into my ass "sweet baby, you do have a fine white pussy"..."ya - take my nigga cock. ....you know you want it ....you fucking white whore".... "all you white boys want it and you are going to get it". He was probably only 19 or 20. 5'8, 'maybe' 5'9 with a tight lean build with a tiny 27' waist which made his cock look even bigger. He looked the type that probably wore his jeans baggy with no belt showing off his ass in tight boxer briefs. Like the Slav he was also fairly smooth, but his short tightly curled pubes felt differently against my ass, and it was hot to get a glimpse of his pits, filled with the same short tightly curled black hair that surrounded his cock. His 'hot' racial talk was not exactly a turn on for me... although he was my first black cock, which was, I hated to admit a turn on, I always thought I was too PC for getting turned on just by getting fucked by a black guy... but then hell, up until an hour or so I was too PC to even have let I guy I was dating fuck me without a condom, much less let a line of guys I had never met before, so I let his racial talk flow over me. But what really turned me on was that the guy REALLY did know how to FUCK!. He was almost as as good as Chris, maybe his technique was even better, Chris had just been a hotter fuck because of my whole brother fantasy. And sure the size of the black cock helped... but I had had a really boring fuck once from a guy with a dick just as big, but this kid really knew how to use it.... it was a good hard fuck. He fucked me for a good 15 minuets without letting up, changing his tempo, fast, then slow, sometimes he would pump just the head of his cock in and out of my ass lips, then just as I was getting used to that, he would slam the full length all the way into me, causing me to let out a moan and my cock to twitch, "you like that white boy? you like my big raw nigga dick in that white faggot pussy" he seemed content to fuck me, and keep up the racial patter one sided, then he pulled out and didn't come back into me again "So faggot I asked you a question. Do you like it?" ..... I didn't answer fast enough "I asked a question faggot" "Yes", "Yes What? faggot" "I want your cock", "ya boy?" How do you want it?...Tell me faggot, what kind of cock do ou want". Now as I mentioned I was a good PC liberal guy and had actually never used the word before. but now I said it with full meaning, afraid if I didn't say it, and make it sound like I believed it, he really would walk away without giving me his load " Fuck me... please,,, Fuck me ...raw ....." I took a breath ...."with that monster raw nigger cock of yours ....breed my white faggot ass.... please...." "you got it bitch" and he slammed in hard. One second my ass had been empty, the next second I had all 8-1/2" of fat raw niger dick in my ass. He fuck hard and fast for another minute before announcing loudly enough for all of the guys around us "Here cums a nice big raw load of niga cum for your sloppy cunt you fucking little white faggot slut" his dark brown eyes were staring right into me as he shot his load, and I wondered if the racial 'play' might not have been 'play' for him.... maybe he got off on breeding white guys. (I would find out later that he did, and with good reason, considering what a group of white poz tops had done to him one night a year before, but I didn't know that then, it would be another year before I learned that story... and by that time I had grown enough to enjoy the session he and his friends would give me), And right then I didn't really have too much time to think about it as he pulled his dick out of my ass without much ceremony and shoved it into Zachs mouth to have 'the pretty little white cocksucker clean off his niga cock" An Asian guy was sliding his dick into me. he was probably in his mid thirties average height and average build but his cock was anything but average, it was really skinny, - I mean really skinny with just a small tapered head at the tip, but it was at the tip of the longest cock I had ever seen, It was even longer than the black kids or Chris's, so long that he hit spots that had never been reached inside of me before. (So much for all Asians having small cocks) and he was I was sure, shoving my first three loads of cum even deeper into my guts. While I was taking his cock I looked to my right and saw that Zack, still on all fours, was taking a dick up his ass while now sucking off another guy. Looking to my left I saw Chris, his dick was hard again and he leaned over to kiss me and then whispered in my ear "It is turning me on so fucking much watching you become a total bareback cum whore" I reached over to grab his cock but he took my hand away and told me "don't worry, you will get to feel it again, I am really looking forward to feeling how sloppy your hole is going to be next time I fuck it" when the Asian guy came, I couldn't really feel it - but I knew it from how his hips jerked into me and then stopped as me muttered under his breath. His eye had been closed the whole time he was fucking me and he only glanced at me briefly as he pulled out and moved over, both to have Zach clean it off as well as make way for the next guy was was very eager to get into me. He was a stereotypical college frat boy, 5'11", maybe 6' sold jock body from working out (he looked like he had at least one letter jacket in the closet back home) with short dark hair with sideburns and just a bit of hair across his chest. He clearly thought he was gods gift to women, and that a mere faggot like me was lucky to have him fuck me (although later, on other nights, when it took him a few more drinks than normal to get up the courage to come to the baths I would see him close to passed out being passed around taking more raw dicks up his ass than I did that 1st night, but again I am getting ahead of myself) .... 'take my cock you fucking faggot cunt, faggot ,,,, ya I'm going to breed your fagot pussy' I felt sorry for the women I am sure he fucked after a frat party, - he was a lousy fuck, his only saving grace was he did have a nice sized cock, and he was so turned on that I didn't have to listen to too many more variations of "ya fag take my jock cock up your sweet faggot pussy"... "fuck you're a sweeter fuck than my girlfriend"....."ya,... you really know how to service a real man don't you faggot" before he shot his load into me and pulled out. Next was an Italian Daddy..... easily mid 50's but decent build, dark olive skin with thick fur across his chest and a trail down to a thick bush, he had a gold chain around his neck with some religious medal on it, a wedding ring on his finger, only a bit of a paunch, with a nice cock. Most importantly he was as an experienced fuck as the jock boy had been inexperienced... but then, he clearly had had many more years of experience. While I had been almost bored by the jocks fuck (well at least as bored as one can be taking ones 5th unprotected load ever, as part of ones first train run) the Daddy had clearly been turned on watching me take the kids fuck. He leaned down and started telling me how I was the same age as is son, and switched over to me being his son and how it was hot watching my best friend from college fuck me, and "now he was going to fill me up with the same cum that made me", how... "my ass was a sweeter fuck than your moms pussy" mixed in with frequent "ya take your daddy's dick"..."take your daddy's raw cock son". The father/son role play did nothing for me, it was even kind of a turn off, it just seemed a bit creepy....the only family 'play' that turned me on I was big brothers. And I had found my big brother and I had him, or had had him, and he was still right next to me and had just promised to fuck me again, and that was all that I wanted really. But suddenly I was getting turned on..... not by the Daddy/son role play...but because all that Daddy/son talk was turning HIM on..... every time he called me "son" every time he talked about his "raw daddies cock knocking up his boy" I could feel his cock throb and get harder.... and I was getting turned on by turning him on.... as I looked over I cold see Chris's cock was even harder than before, but every time some bottom came up and tried to suck his cock - or in anyway service him, he brushed them aside... he was watching me..... watching me submit to him by taking any cock he told me to take, And THAT I could tell was turning HIM on. It was a two for one. By submitting the the Dad's fantasy I was turning him on AND I was turning Chris on at the same time. All those years I thought I had been a good bottom, but now I was truly discovering what it meant to be a good bottom... I needed to be the bottom that the TOP wanted/needed me to be.... it didn't mater what I wanted or liked.... I needed to fulfill THEIR fantasy, if they wanted me to beg for their 'nigger cum' I would, if I needed to pretend that the jock boy was the best fuck I had ever had, next time he fucked me I would. Chris and I locked eyes again, and the coldness was gone, it had been replaced instead with the most amazing look of hunger and wanting I had ever seen. I saw pre cum leaking out of his cockhead and I realized that my own cock was so hard it was beginning to hurt. I turned back to the Daddy, "Fuck me Daddy" I moaned. "Oh ya...fuck me like you fuck mom"..... "Fill me with the same cum that made me".... "please, please fuck me daddy, fuck me"...."Knock me up"..."make your boy pregnant" The daddy leaned down and shoved his tongue in my mouth, which was kind of hot, he was the first guy in the train run who had kissed me, the rest had just used my ass, which was hot in its own way to just being used, but Daddy was as good a kisser as he was a fuck, and it added to the intensity of the role play. He thrust hard with his hips.... moaning into my mouth..... "Oh fuck ya Nick, take it"... "take your Daddy's cum Nick"....And boy did he give it to me. I could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he shot load after load of cum in his ass, It was maybe one of the longer orgasm I had ever given a top.... I could only hope that one day he would actually be able to fuck his son, who I assumed was named Nick. Cause, Nick, if you are reading this, I can tell you, your Dad is one heck of an amazing fuck... you have no idea what you are missing After the Daddy pulled out, Zach went down to clean him off, and Chris rolled back on top of me, effectively ending the train run for now, while he started to fuck my mouth his his tongue I felt his hard cock pressing against my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles at the bottom of his ass cheeks, in hopes of pulling his cock back inside of me, I could feel the head right at my ass lips, teasing my hole, but instead of entering me, he whispered in my ear asking me if I wanted to come back to their room, "Fuck ya!!!" I said. Zach seemed to know what was going on and made short work of cleaning off the daddy's cock just as the guy that had been fucking him was loudly cumming in his ass. I had lost track of who or how many guys had fucked a load inot Zach while I was getting fucked, but I had the feeling that he had been keeping up with me.... not to mention that he had had a head start on taking loads earlier in the evening. Zach joined us as we walked to their room, this time Chris gave me my towel to wear, I was kind of disappointed that Zach seemed to be joining us, as I would have loved a one on one with Chris. ---- to be continued.