Leaderboard

Part 5 (Programming note: I’m switching the POV to first person and will write the next section or two in the first person from Adam’s point of view. Hope that isn't confusing.) Josh kept playing with my hole while we made out in the back of Matt’s van. Every so often, he would tap the end of the huge butt plug that was stretching my ass open like never before. Every time I would moan deeply. My brain was kind of scrambled by the drugs and the intense lust I was feeling. The plug felt good but I wanted more cock. My brain was consumed by the desire to get fucked again and again. After a while, we stopped and the side door of the van opened. Josh gave the butt plug in my cunt one last thumping and we rearranged what little clothing we were wearing so we could get out. Matt and Ben grinned at us and Matt said “you ready faggot?” I got out of the van and we were in a small parking lot behind a four story brick building in a part of town I did not know. Matt didn’t wait for me to respond, he just grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet and out of the van. I was pretty unsteady on my feet from all of the drugs, so he held onto me so I didn’t lose my balance. I grabbed him around the waist and looked up into his face, which was grinning down at me. “Come on buddy boy. We’re gonna have some fun with you tonight!” The others just laughed and Josh jumped out of the van, holding onto Ben, reaching up to give him a quick kiss. I realized that I needed more pressure on my ass, so I started to reach into my shorts to touch the butt plug which was still deeply lodged in my hole. Matt saw what I was about to do and swatted my hand away.” “Bad faggot. Don’t touch the plug. Leave your pussy filled up. You’ll thank me later.” We walked to the nondescript door, Matt pressed a button and the door buzzed open. We all filed inside and we entered a small lobby with a window. Matt walked up and started conversing with the guy in the office, laughing and making jokes I couldn’t hear. The man in the back was handsome, in his 20s with a scruffy beard, hairy chest and no shirt on. He took Matt’s credit card and handed him back four keys, that I later found out were for our room and several lockers. Matt grabbed me and steered me toward the next door, which also buzzed open, and we entered the club. Loud house music was playing and we quickly found the large sling room that Matt had rented. I was still confused about what was going on, the drugs and my overwhelming need for cock meant I couldn’t really focus on much except my hole. I kept trying to touch the plug in my ass but one of the others would swat my hand away. We arrived at a door that said 101 on it, and was right across from a large shower area, sauna, steam room and hot tub. Matt opened the door and we all went inside. The guys quickly undressed me and I instinctively reached around again to play with the buttplug in my ass. This time Josh slapped my hand away and grinned. “Christ, faggot. Wait.” He grabbed my clothes and he and Ben briefly disappeared. When they came back a moment or two later, they both had towels wrapped around their waists, and Josh handed me a key. They all put their phones and, I later found out, my phone in a small locker in the room that Matt locked with his key. “That’s your locker key, faggot. But you won’t need it until you leave. Which won’t be for hours.” He reached over and put the elastic band around my upper arm, and pushed me back onto the bed. When I hit the mattress, the buttplug rubbed my prostate and made me moan, which elicited laughter from them. The room was dimly lit with a large flat screen TV playing bareback pro on one wall and a sling in the middle. I had heard of slings before but had never seen one, let alone gotten fucked in one. That was about to change. Josh said “Hey Matt, is Kevin gonna join us for some fun with the boy on his break? Might as well invite the staff to use our cumdump." They all laughed, and Matt said that Kevin (who I assumed was the hot man behind the window at the entrance) would be joining us later when his shift was over. “He’s also got some good shit for us.” Matt grinned and held up a small zippered pouch. “Gotta replenish our supplies.” He quickly held up four more loaded syringes and handed one to Josh and one to Ben. Then Matt pulled me up and pushed me toward the sling. I looked at him, confused, not understanding what I was supposed to do. He just laughed and said “lean back and I’ll help you up there.” I leaned back in the sling, he helped me into the leather seat and quickly secured my legs in the stirrups. I heard a sound and realized that Josh and Ben had both done their slams, the arm bands clicked off and both of them started to cough. Matt grinned at Josh and Ben who were making out on the bed, lost in each other, then he tied both of our arms off and inserted the needle into my arm. “Don’t move. OK?” I nodded and my heart started to race in anticipation of what was about to happen. He pulled back and got a register of blood on mine and then on his. He pushed the plunger down on his rig, then mine and reached over the release the band on my arm and then his, and when he put his arm in the air, I followed. My brain went into overdrive as the strong slam hit me hard. I started to cough and could feel my ass muscles pulling the buttplug in as far as it could possibly go. Matt leaned over and started to kiss me hard on the mouth. “Can’t wait to fuck you up some more and watch the rest of the guys in here use your pussy. You want that, Adam?” I grinned like a lunatic, nodded and said “I want it so bad, Matt. Please. Put your cock inside me.” Matt laughed and said “soon, boy. Don’t worry your hole is going to be dripping cum.” He reached over to the small pouch and pulled out a pill bottle, handing yellow pills to both Ben and Josh and took one himself. He popped the pill in his mouth and took a swig of water from a bottle on the table, handing the bottle to the others. They both laughed and swallowed the pill, stroking their cocks so they got hard. “Take that boner pill, guys. Let’s get this pig some loads. What do you say?” With that, Matt opened the door so people in the hallway could see my big hairy ass in the sling. The sling faced the doorway, so if you were in it, everyone could see when they walked by. I kept reaching down to push the plug further into my ass with my right hand, absently playing with my nipples with the left. Ben and Josh were making out on the bed, while Matt watched both of them and me, slowly stroking his huge, uncut cock. After a few minutes of relaxing and getting into our slams, I noticed a couple of men skittishly walking past the door. Then a man barely covering his crotch with the tiny bathhouse towel looked in and grinned. He was a tall muscular man, covered in dark hair with a buzz cut and a trim beard. I wanted him inside me more than anything I’d ever wanted before. “You boys got this faggot fucked up.” He could see a tiny drop of blood in the crook of my arm. “Playing darts? Naughty, naughty.” Matt laughed and said “You’re just mad because you didn’t get to watch me slam him into the stratosphere.” He laughed and said “you’re right about that. How many loads are in his cunt now?” “I dunno, seven or eight. Our dad fucked him earlier at our apartment.” “Wait. What? Your Dad? FUUUUUUCK that’s hot.” Matt laughed and said “we get that a lot. That’s my brother Josh over there and his boyfriend Ben.” Josh looked up from sucking Ben’s cock with lust in his eyes. “Hey man, you’re fucking hot. Take off that damn towel. Wanna see your cock.” The guy walked into the room and removed the towel to show off a very thick, uncut cock that was held in place by a thick metal ball stretcher and had a thick ring going through the head of his cock. Josh whistled and said “that’s gonna look good buried in his fagdump. You wanna be his first bathhouse load? He’s never been here before. We thought we should show him an extra good time.” The guy laughed and said “sure, that sounds like a good plan. If we’re lucky I got 3-4 loads in me. I’m Pete.” Matt stood up and grabbed Pete by the neck and kissed him deeply. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Matt and the pig is….well, he’s a fag. Basically just a hole. You can call him faggot or cunt.” For some reason, the way they were talking about me like I wasn’t in the room really turned me on, but my cock was shriveled up to nothing. If I wasn’t high I would be rock hard, but I was spun out of my head, and only wanted Pete’s dick (and every dick on the earth) inside me. I moaned and said “come on, man, stick your cock in my hole. I need more!” Matt laughed and said “see? He’s just a fucking fag hole. Go ahead and fuck him. Be sure to give him your load if you wanna shoot. All loads in his cunt.” Pete smiled and said “deal.” He walked over to the sling and touched the plug in my hole which made me moan loudly. “Damn this fag sure is noisy. Why don’t one of you plug his mouth cunt while I unplug his ass.” Matt stood up and slapped my face hard a couple times before he put his thick, floppy surfer dude cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. It quickly got fully hard but his foreskin still had some ass juice, jizz and piss under it which I greedily slurped. Suddenly, Pete grabbed the plug in my ass and yanked it out, dropping it on the table next to the sling. I gasped at the sudden emptiness in my ass and started to moan again, which caused Pete to slap my face this time. “Shut the fuck up, faggot. You want this cock?” “Yes sir! Please sir! Please breed my pussy!” All four of them laughed and Pete said “good little fagdump.” He spit in his hand, and lubed up his fat cock and quickly sank the entire length of it into my asshole. I moaned loudly as he buried his cock inside me. Ben and Josh were watching Matt and Pete use my holes, playing with each other’s cocks while three other men were standing in the doorway touching their cocks under their towels. I sure hoped they were going to wait their turns and use my holes.

I've been doing it pretty regular with this thuggy white trash boy, Kyle, who works at a Subway near me for a while and know that it will never come to anything but can't stop thinking about him as I have a thing for white trash boys. You know the type, made bad choices in life, didn't finish HS, tats, knocked up a GF, lives with his parents, but charming, has a nice cock, blonde hair, blue eyes, hot body and a pretty face. He wears a thick gold necklace and listens to a lot of rap and hip hop, smokes a lot of weed. It's hot now at 19 but I'm not sure where he'll be in ten years, but for now its hot to take his cock and loads and he's always down to get fucked raw too. He works late night at a Subway and has a deal worked out with his co-worker that he can duck out back for a quickie and does the same for his co-worker. TBH, I'd do it with his co-worker too, but apparently, I'm not his type. I got a text from Kyle last night around 9:30pm saying it was dead and I should come by for some fun along with a vid of him jacking his cock in the back. I joked with him that was probably a health code violation, but I'd be by and that I'd message when I got there. Kyle is reliable for fun unless they somehow get busy, which never happens. I pulled in back and texted him that I was here. He knows my truck and I saw him come out the back door and saw him peeling off his shirt and t-shirt showing off his smooth body and what looked like some new ink. He lit up a cigarette, which he knows I don't like but don't care, and climbed in the passenger side of my truck, undoing his belt and pants and pulling them down as he closed the door. His cock was already hard, showing in the light from the full moon as I cracked the passenger window to let the cigarette smoke out the window. "Suck me" was all he had to say, and I dropped down and did as told. He's uncut and loves that I know how to work uncut cock and pretty soon I've got him worked into a frenzy as I pull my shorts down. As I'm sucking him, I tell him I want him to fuck me, and he laughs saying he pretty much expected that. I don't mind being his bitch and get in a position so he can fuck me. I never had to ask him to bareback me, he's a total barebacker like me, giving and taking loads raw, no questions. We've done this so often he just reaches into my glovebox and pulls out a packet of lube and I can feel it hit my ass and hear him lubing up his cock, followed by his cock entering my harder and faster than I'd like. It's a love/hate thing. I kind of love it rough like that, but also wish we could take things slower and more intimate. I hate that neither of us can host and so we're left to car play. He never talks about his life or what he wants and part of me would love to be more of his life than just his cum dump, but I know we're both hostages to where we are in life. As usually he's calling me a bitch and a whore and demanding I tell him how bad I want his cock and his load and like the whore I am I comply. But he doesn't have to do that. I really do want his cock and loads. I wish he was looking in my eyes as he bred me, kissing me deeply, telling me how much he wants me, but I'm a thing to him, an eager hole to fill. And fill me he does, not stopping at all, but keeping the stroking going, telling me there's more where that came from, and me begging for more of it. I'm guessing the girls he fucked were like that too, but once he came in me the second time it was time for me to give him what he wanted, what no girl could give him. He blasted his second load in me and collapsed on top of me panting and trying to catch his breath. I love feeling his sweaty body on mine, wishing we could spend more time like this. Part of me was holding my breath hoping he wanted to get fucked. Sometimes Kyle does and sometimes he doesn't. I didn't want to leave it to chance and told him I wanted to fuck him and could feel him shudder as he laughed. "Like you're reading my mind buddy" he said. Klye got off me and positioned himself so I could fuck him. Part of me wanted to just rape him with no lube, but I reached into the glovebox and grabbed a packet of lube and lubed my cock and started pressing it up against his ass as he was pressed up against the passenger window. I could hear "oh god, fuck yeah" as I entered him, probably harder and faster than he wanted but I was dying to breed his hole. Part of me really wanted to rape Kyle and use him as my bitch, but I wasn't about to also let him off. I was going at him harder than he was probably used to and calling him a dirty bitch and a slut, calling him out on taking anon loads like a whore, and he was agreeing, saying he was a dirty slut, and a whore. I was tempted to go further but reigned it in but kept the dirty talk going. Soon enough he was saying how much he loved taking my cock and how much he wanted my load, and I gave him what he wanted. I slid out of him satisfied, but also dissatisfied. I wanted more with him but know he could never give me that and that was where I was right now. He pinned me and started kissing me way deeply and intensely, telling me I was the most satisfying guy he got with and that he wished we could do more. I said the same to him but left it hanging in the air. What more can I say? We can't do more. He said he needed to get back in and lit up another cigarette, pulled his clothes back on and hopped out of the truck to go back in. My heart sank as he left, but he was right. We got nowhere to go. I drove home and pulled up down the street to park away from my house as I wasn't ready to go home quite yet. The lights were off in my parents' bedroom, and it was now probably past their bedtime and most of the lights at home were off. I could see the lights were on at my neighbor Jesse's home and could see him silhouetted in the dark at the old concrete table out front, shirtless, smoking a cigarette. What is it with Anglos and cigarettes? I didn't want to go home and really wanted a closer connection and compared to Kyle; Jesse was a bit closer. I quietly waved "hi" to Jesse as I entered his yard and he loudly responded saying he was glad to see me, and I had to shush him as he was clearly drunk and didn't want my parents hearing my name. He stumbled into the house to get me a beer and clearly was pretty loaded. He came back out and gave me a beer and a joint and said he was glad I was there and reached in to give me a sloppy kiss that reeked of weed and alcohol. Not that I minded...it was a LOT like so many guys I've hooked up with. We chatted for a bit and while I tried to pour my heart out to him, he was too drunk to pick up on what I was putting down. I wanted someone to confide in and he was like so many of the drunk frat boys I hook up with...a lot of fun, but nothing deep. Finally, he took my hint, and we went into his bedroom where I pretty much drilled his ass like a maniac as he begged for it. It was clear he had been bred already, not that I cared. He was too drunk to fuck me, which bummed me out, and he was also getting too maudlin about wanting to be with me and things were going bad with him and his GF and selling his place back in Florida. I listened patiently, like a good friend should, and knew there was nothing I could do. We did some more weed and he seemed to chill. Part of me wanted to stay with him, but part of me wanted to get the fuck out of there. I hoped he'd be OK and told him I loved him (not a lie) and that I would see him tomorrow. As I slowly walked home, I was amazed on how people think gay men are drama queens, when so often it's the bi/straight boys who are the biggest and craziest drama queens!

Last weekend I went back to my favourite sex club in Paris. It's been a while that I went and I was in total top mode. During the two hours there I just needed to push my cock inside as many bare holes as possible. Around 15 holes were able to take my raw cock and 3 of them took my seed inside their guts. Towards the end of the evening I noticed a rather young Asian boy. He seemed very shy. He was slim fit form what it looked like. I'd guess early 20s. And he was dressed in black sports gear. While most people in the club were fully naked he was wearing black sneakers, shiny black shorts and a sports shirt. He was standing close to the darkroom and I noticed how he was watching two guys doing a rough mouth fuck. He seemed very shy. As he watched the guys doing their, he moved his hands discretely into his shorts to play with his cock. After a moment he started walking deeper into the darkroom. I couldn't see much but followed him, and also noticed how he ended up standing next to a guy I had bred earlier and who was exposing his ass to willing tops. I went on my knees in front of the shy Asian twink. Since he watched the mouthfucker earlier I wondered if he'd like to experience thay himself. As my face was in front of his crotch, he pulled down his shorts and exposed his cock. It was a very nice, decent size cock, fully shaved and rock hard. I started sucking him slowly but all the way. Touching his balls with my tongue as his cock was all the way inside my throat. He loved that treatment and started holding my head to take control and do the fuck movements using my throat. He started pulling out his cock from my mouth to slap his rock hard shaft in my face again and again then push it all the way in while holding my head in position. it felt so good being used by this boy and seeing how he changed from the shy boy into a dominant top who just had one goal to dump his seed inside a hole. At this stage the young and innocent looking boy in his sports gear needed some real fuck. He pulled out of my mouth, moved behind the guy next to us that was exposing his ass to anyone who needed it. He still had his shorts just pulled down as far to expose his cock. And then he rammed his bare cock inside this hole. I sensed from the beginning that he was hesitant to fuck bareback, afraid of the risk he exposes himself to. He was dressed versus all others naked, he just watched guys and discretely worked his cock in his shorts, then just getting his cock pleased through some very safe blow job and mouth fuck. But now he just havd one need which was to fuck and unload his seed inside a willing hole. He started fucking like a rabbit, holding the other guy's hips firmly to fuck his raw cock inside this cum dump, using him to milk his cock and ready to shoot his load deep inside. As I saw this young boy having lost all sense of being careful and controlling himself to just fuck his brains out, little did he know that the load that I had dumped earlier inside their hole was fully toxic as I was not on any meds for a while. This young innocent cock was fully exposed to my dirty seed that was trying to penetrate his raw cock with the only goal to infect him and remind him forever what it means to fuck anonymius holes in the darkroom of a sex club without ever putting on a rubber... I am very happy that working his boy cock with made mouth made him give in to his dark desires to fuck and unload inside an anonymous wet hole... And I am sure the next time he will just know what's best for his cock and forget about the foreplay but just fuck how we are all made to fuck by mother nature...

So recently visited the USA Florida it was a gorgeous place from the beaches to the bars. One night I ventured out and found a bar down a side street. I walked in sat down ordered a drink, it was busy fun and the locals loved my accent. I got chatting to a guy sat next to me and his older partner the young guy was good looking tall and slim but his partner buddy was a real bear of a man hair and seemed uninterested in my presence. we laughed and joked then the younger said he had to head out to meet some friends at a party and buddy didn’t want to go as he had work in the morning. I bid him goodbye and continued with my drink. Buddy started to talk he told me he had been to the uk and visited a bath house and loved it. We chatted for a while and my glass never seemed to empty he kept topping up my glass. We laughed and joked. I got up and headed for the bathroom, stumbling slightly it had been a good night. As I walked into the toilet I felt a strong arm around my waste and I was guided into a cubical. I was spun round my god he was strong I came face to face with buddy he kissed me pushing his younger deep into my mouth probing away he had me up against the wall of the cubical he stopped opened his shirt my god he was so hairy with pearced large nipples suck them he said before I could say a word he pulled me into his large chest. I sucked them as he pushed his hand down my jeans rubbing my cock through them, suddenly he unzipped and pulled out a hose pipe of a cock thick and full of vanes. He pushed me down on my knees and pushed his giant cock into my mouth. My god he fucked my face hard and fast I gagged my mouth at full stretch. He pulled out told me kiss it baby kiss it, I tickled it with my tongue flicking it around his huge hairy balls suddenly I was yanked to my feet jeans ripped open bent over he spat on his hand and rammed it into my cheeks pushing 4 fingers in straight away. He pulled a condom out of his pocket opened it unravelled it and threw it on the floor in front of me, we don’t want one of these do we before I could answer, he pushed his giant cock deep in my hole, I was split in two I felt my self ripping apart, he began to pump and pump me harder and harder hands yanking onto his cock deeper and deeper, thrusting harder and harder until he pushed forward so deep and suddenly he blew deep inside me, he pulled out patted me on the back and opened the door as he walked out he said next suddenly a skinny guy walked in cock in hand he was in me before I knew it thrusting fast as he could after the hose pipe cock I was gaping he came in seconds he walked out and said next 2 guys walked in scorpion tats closed the door one pushed his cock in my mouth the other in my arse my god I was loving it, all my fantasy’s coming true, these guys ducked me like I was their fuck doll, again and again one dropped his load then they swapped the other dropped his load and walked out. 3 hours pass and I have been done by every guy in the bar. I can barely walk but I head back to my hotel cum dripping out my crack I get into bed and left it all in their. I felt amazing

Went over to this daddy’s house tonight. He’s 60 and I’m 22. When I got there and he opened the door for me he took off all his clothes so I did the same. We spent a really long time making out and 69ing, he ate my ass so deep it felt amazing. Sticking his tongue in as far as goes while I had my ass pressed hard against his face. He has a really nice cock, really big it was hard to fit it all in my mouth. Luckily I never have a problem taking big cocks in my ass. He has a glory hole closet at his house and bred my ass in the dark room. First time I’ve ever fucked in a glory hole kind of set up

This morning by a big dicked ginger guy from Grindr. He hit me up whilst I was having my coffee first thing but wanted to use a condom. I was horny so I agreed. Got to his and sucked him for a while and then he ate my hole. He lubed me up and was using his fingers pretty hard and rough but it was hot. I went on top and started grinding my hole on his cock and I lined it up and sat down on it. He didn’t stop me to put a condom on and he pulled me down and pushed inside me. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes whist playing with my nipples which drives me wild. He then asked if I wanted him to pull out which I obviously said no. He shot deep and hard. I got dressed, thanked him and headed to the office.

But it's FAR less likely and the outcomes are far less severe. Vaccines save lives and in the case of MPX they save people from a buttload of pain. You are flat out wrong. The number of required shots did not change when they went to 1/5th dose administered right under the skin rather than into the fat layer. A study showed that the two methods yielded the same immune response. And the 5 dose vaccine from 50 years ago was a completely different vaccine than what's currently being administered. In fact it's 2 generations removed from that vaccine. The vaccine from 50 years ago required 5 shots (over many years). The current vaccine requires 2 shots.

One of the guys I work for loves to fuck me and I have to say I am addicted to his beer can cock. It gives the perfect amount of stretch to my hungry hole. It’s a farm so lots of places to step aside for some bareback fun. Sometimes we fuck in the barn but most of the time we step off into the trees. All I have to do is flash my travel size tub of Elbow Grease at him and he knows I want some dick. He has never turned me down. A few licks and he is ready to go. He just fucked me by the orchard and I still want more but I do have work to do. The funny part is every time he breeds me at work I am still on the clock.

I guess I missed where the drama comes in. It sounds like you have the perfect situation with both of them, but you're expecting more than either of them can offer. Hard to accept, and yeah, it would be a better world for you if they were on that same plane, but they're not, so you've got to accept it for what it is. If the heartache is too much for you, maybe you need to step away and find someone who is more emotionally available if that's what you need. I've had a lot of different kinds of fuck buds before - some who just want a straight up trouble free fuck, and some that want all the passion and emotion. One of my fuck buds and I came from very different worlds. We'd hook up, make some serious love to each other, tell each other we loved each other and then go back to living our very different lives. This went on for years. Did we wish it could be more? Yes. Did we accept we had the best we could in the current situation? We did. Neither of us regrets it and we both look back at that time with the best of memories. It was truly a 'better to have loved and lost than to never to have loved at all'. I say take it for what it is, enjoy what you can, and have some fond memories and good times to look back at. 😋

Last weekend, I was at a sauna and kept cruising a super-hot twink. He was about 20, 6'3, blonde, thin ... He ignored me, and I would have done the same if I were him. Then he wandered into the darkroom, maybe by accident. My towel was over my shoulder and I brushed my hard cock against his leg. He grabbed my cock (which is a decent size) and instantly bent over. I fucked him for a while and it was great, but someone had knocked over a bottle of poppers and I eventually needed some air. He immediately followed me out. His gorgeous eyes were practically begging me -- and he dragged me back into the darkroom. Damn I blew a big load in him! We would both have missed out on that awesome fuck if he hadn't wandered into the darkroom.

First off, Smallpox vaccines were a series of 5 shots. Many of us only got one or two of them. To pretend one shot 50 years ago will protect you is just silly. Doctors should be challenged when they make ignorant statements like that. I'd probably say "so can I sue you for pain and suffering when I get MPX after following your advice?" And your logic on COVID makes zero sense. You say the vaccine protects the person, but they can still infect others then say the vaccine checks at venues make no sense since they can still infect others. But if everyone in the venue is vaccinated (which you call protected), then how are they going to get infected? The point of the vaccine checks was two fold: 1) to keep vulnerable, unvaccinated people from putting themselves in dangerous situations, and 2) to strongly encourage vaccination. It achieved both of those goals. The fatality rate is 0.1% when you're vaxxed and boosted. It's 1.71% when you're unvaccinated. https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/how-to-compare-covid-deaths-for-vaccinated-and-unvaccinated-people/ If no one was vaccinated and no one social distanced and every one got COVID eventually, then it would mean 5.6 million people in the US would die. Right now only 1.05 million have died. A million is far too high a number. But it sounds like you're advocating for something that would kill an additional 4 1/2 million people. Advocating policies that lead to mass death is not allowed on this site. Be very careful what you say in the future or you will get an infraction and a ban for advocating harm to real people.

I think they look hot on any man. Also declares that they’re a bit edgier, adventurous and more broad minded.

Surprise Chapter! I hadn't intended to write this, but I sat down today and wrote from Jay's perspective, giving you a bit of a window into his twisted mind. It covers his two chapters and leaves off with a clearer picture of his "status" in life moving forward. Hope you enjoy. Part 14: Jay's Twisted MInd Since I was a teenager I knew I liked to fuck. Having religious parents meant conversations about sex revolved around one common theme: DON’T DO IT. I knew my brothers were sticking to this rule, but I had had no intention of doing so. At fifteen I lost my virginity, fucking a girl down the street while her parents were out of town. I even used the condoms I found in her dad’s bedside table drawer. The man had good taste in condoms. Fucked her three times that night. I never replaced the condoms, wondering if her dad would suspect someone had deflowered his precious angel. God, my brothers had no clue what they were missing. They were too happy with their right hands while I had the real thing. Over the years, I found more pussy to shove my dick inside, quickly experiencing as much depravity as I could. All I wanted was sex, whether one night stands, app hookups, or anonymous fucks. Sex was sex. My parents didn’t like the fact that I left religion behind and decided to live my own life. Fuck them, I thought. I didn’t need their permission. I wasn’t like Will or Zack. I made my own choices and decided for myself where my dick spent each night. Sure, this created a bit of a break between me and my family, but that was their problem. I was living my life, one orgy at a time. It didn’t take long after I went out on my own to discover something about myself: I’m a twisted fucker. I was the type of guy parents worried their daughters would bring home. I liked rough sex, hearing a woman scream out as my fat dick filled her pussy, threatening to tear her in two. I liked it when they scratched my back, holding onto me for dear life. I owned practically ever sex toy made, including a few dildos. I could go for hours, especially once I stopped using condoms. I didn’t always pull out either. I guess I always assumed whatever woman I was fucking was on the pill or a had a plan in place should my swimmers prove powerful. For all I knew, I had kids I didn’t know about. Do I sound like an asshole? Maybe? Did I have a good time? Fuck yes. Needless to say, I had dreaded returning home for my dad’s farewell sermon. He and I never saw eye-to-eye. Plus, I didn’t want to see my brothers. Zack was the perfect son and Will was modelled after our dad, becoming a pastor just like he was. I was the fuck up, and they always made sure that I knew it. I had prepared myself for a hellish week. When I found out I had to room with Will, I knew I was being punished. Clearly my bedroom wasn't going to see any action over the next few days. Fuck, was I wrong. Maybe that’s why I had been so eager when I saw Will's car at the adult book store. I knew it was his car, and once the employee confirmed that Will had indeed come inside, I had been over the moon. Finally, I wasn’t the major disappointment. I was excited to throw him under the bus for a change. “And you’re sure this is him?” I had asked. “I’m sure,” the employee said, looking at the picture on my phone. “He was over in that section briefly.” I looked over to where the man was pointing, noticing the titles. “But that’s gay porn,” I said. “That’s what he was looking at,” the man told me. I tried to understand what I was being told. Will, the son who was following in our father’s holy footsteps, the brother I was sharing a room with, the youngest of the three of us, was secretly gay? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The employee had told me that he had gone back into one of the booths. This is my time to expose him, I thought, eagerly making my way to the booths. Only one was occupied. I thought of pounding on the door, scaring him, even recording a video to show our parents, but something stopped me. The voice in my head which told me to fuck harder, to fuck as much pussy as possible, to take risks, directed me a different way instead. I popped into the booth next to his and waited, my eyes finding the gloryhole immediately. The twisted fucker inside of me did the thinking as I pulled down my pants and pushed my dick through the hole, waiting to see what would happen. It was only when I realized fully what I was doing, seeing my reflection in the blank television screen, that I felt a warm mouth engulf my dick, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I nearly cried out but stopped myself, not wanting to be exposed. Was I really doing this? Was I really letting my little brother suck my dick? Was I this twisted of a man, wanting to feel my brother’s mouth on my cock, his tongue lapping up my precum? Hell yeah, I thought. “I’m… gonna… cum…” I moaned, unable to stay quiet. My orgasm shook my body, legs growing weak as I experienced the best blowjob of my life. “Fuck, man,” I said, pulling my dick back through the hole, momentarily forgetting who was on the other side. “Thanks, dude. That felt fucking great.” As soon as I had regained control of myself, I realized I had to run before Will saw me. I darted out of the booth and out of the store, driving as quickly as I could. What the fuck did I just do? Had I seriously just had my own brother suck my dick and swallow my cum? And had it been the hottest experience of my life? I tried to keep cool throughout dinner, hoping I hadn’t given myself away. Will gave me harsh glances, but that was nothing new. It wasn’t until we got ready for bed and I made fun of his pajamas that everything fell apart. “I don’t need to tell you just how much the ladies just love a thick cock,” I told him, showing off. I wondered if Will recognized my dick, knowing it was the same one he had swallowed only hours before. “Oh, that’s right. You don’t know. You’re the last virgin in the house. Maybe on the planet. Well, let me tell you, they love it.” “I don’t care, Jay.” “They love it when I shove my thick dick into their tight pussies. I’m too much of a man for most of them. When it comes to their mouths, forget it. I break jaws.” “I said, that’s enough.” “Fine,” I said, getting hard off the attention. “Jealousy is an ugly thing.” “Why would I be jealous of a dick that’s smaller than mine?” Will asked. In that moment, I knew I had him. His armor was breaking. I was going to expose him, even if only for my own benefit. I kept pushing, making him mad, saying things I knew would not only get him upset but also horny. He played right into my hand. Even seeing that he had a bigger dick than my own didn't stop me from enjoying every second of our battle. “Why were you at the adult video store today?” I asked him. From that point, I had him. I knew I could blackmail him if I wanted to, but that wasn’t my goal. The deviant voice was turning my thoughts in a direction I had never considered before. Sure, I was able to get all the pussy I wanted, but, as I stood before my brother, both of us with our dicks hard, I found myself wanting only one thing: him. I thought it wouldn’t take much convincing to get him inside me. Yes, I wanted him inside me. Seeing his huge dick awoke inside me a hunger I assumed women felt when they saw my cock. I had never been afraid of trying new things, and this felt as if it would be the ultimate sexual experience. Little did I know how ultimate it was about to get. “Does that mean what I think it means?” I asked, looking at the tattoo on Will’s chest. “I’m poz,” he said. This was a turn I hadn’t expected. “How long?” “A few weeks. Almost two months.” Never had I imagined Will doing something so crazy, so risky, so… hot. I knew in that moment that I should have been afraid, wanting to call the whole thing off, but I found myself only wanting him more. I needed him inside me one way or another. I knew then that this was the next level of my journey. Seeing my brother, the picture of a sexual deviant, I knew who I had to become. One way or another, I was determined to get my way. ### “I’m gunna cum,” Will moaned, his sweat dripping onto my body. We'd fucked almost every night, several times each night. It was the hottest sex I'd ever had, proving the men in our family were good fuckers. “Do it,” I said, smiling, knowing what was about to happen. Since Will would only fuck me with a condom on, I had been forced to get creative. I had lulled him into a sense of security, willingly giving him my ass. All I had to do was wait for the right time. I hid the condoms I had left, condoms I only had if a bitch made me wear one and I was desperate, and traded them out for new and “improved” condoms I knew I’d prefer. All it took was a few jabs from a needle and I was set. I was so fucking horny knowing that my poz brother was fuckin me full of his toxic cum, and he didn’t even know it. I could feel his cum shooting into me, a new sensation of warmth spreading throughout my body. “Shit,” Will said, looking down at something I couldn’t see, his orgasm glow vanishing. “Oh, fuck. Shit. SHIT!” “Be quiet,” I hissed, already feeling the burn of his cum in the scratches I had made at the start of our fucking. It really was too easy. “You’re going to wake everyone up.” “Jay,” he said, standing up and showing me his dick. “The condom broke. It broke, and I didn’t know, and I… I just… I just came inside you.” I reached down and felt my hole, loving the feeling of being used. “Yeah. Feels like you did.” I continued to shove his escaping cum back inside my swollen lips as he freaked out over the blood and the cum and the condoms. “I wasn’t going to pay a ton of money for condoms I was going to poke holes in,” I said. He stared at me, his fear fading to confusion. “What?” “I poked holes in the condom,” I told him. “I used one of Mom’s needles.” I loved the look on his face. “Why would you do that?” “So it would break.” “Why would you want it to break?” Revealing to Will how fucked up of a person I was felt like one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. I had always known that I was twisted, but admitting to someone else, especially someone so close to me, got me hard. Even with the look of horror on his face, I found myself turned on knowing that his toxic cum was swimming inside me. I had never imagined myself going this extreme, but it had felt right. It felt like the natural progression of my journey. “What if you get sick?” he asked me. I shrugged. “That’s a part of the risk,” I said. “If I do, then I’ll have a part of you as a part of me forever. Seems like a cool thing for brothers.” We didn’t speak for the rest of the night. By the time I woke up, Will was already out of the room. “Mom, where’s Will?” I asked. “Went for a run,” she said. I went back to our room and packed up my things, knowing I needed to give him some space. I didn’t want to push him further and risk exposing us both. Clearly, in his mind, I had gone too far. For myself, I knew I had only just started out on a new path. “Leaving already?” my mom asked, though there was a hint in her voice that showed she was relieved. “Got to get back to work,” I told her. “Mom, let Will know that I’m glad we were able to get closer the past few days. I hope he and I can get together and do it again soon.” ### “Fuck,” I moaned, my hands holding my legs up as Alan slammed his dick inside my hole. When I got back home, I started looking up the best places to cruise for dick, specifically poz dick. For now, I was done with pussy. Maybe I’d return, but, for now, all I wanted was for someone to fill me up. I met Alan at a local park where men met at night to fuck in the woods. I’d fucked in public settings before, but this felt different. Our eyes met instantly, both of us watching as two men shoved their dicks inside a twink’s stretched hole. Alan nodded his head to a section of the park which was unused, and I followed after him. The second we were alone, I pulled my pants down and turned around, showing him my ass. “Eager, aren’t you,” he said. Alan looked to be about forty, his gray hair stretching down to his face in a well-kept beard. Though his hair showed his age, his body didn’t. He was thinner than me, but showed muscle. I instantly got hard. “Know what this means?” he asked, lifting up his shirt and revealing a biohazard tattoo on his stomach. I smiled. “Means I’m in for a good fuck,” I said, spreading my cheeks. Alan smiled. “Yes you are,” he said, shoving a finger inside my ass and tearing me open again. More than a week later, and we were still fucking just as hard as we had that night. “Fuck, you’re huge,” I told him. Clearly, having Alan fuck me every night wasn’t stretching me out as much as I would have expected. “The biggest you’ve had?” he asked, winking at me. “No,” I told him. “My brother’s dick is bigger.” He smiled at me. “Fuck, that’s hot.” I looked at the biohazard tattoo on his stomach and watched as it moved with each thrust, his sweat dripping down his body. “No. That’s fucking hot.” ### Sunday morning came, and I woke up sweating profusely, a horrible headache splitting my head. I felt sick, as if I had gotten the worst flu I had ever experienced. I smiled. I didn’t know if it had been Will or Alan, but I didn’t care. The risk had been fun. Now, I just had to ride this out and reap the rewards on the other side. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Wasn't sure how to get Jay back into the story this soon, so I thought this would work for the time being. Jay is considerably more twisted than Will, and his chapter shows that. I don't see Alan sticking around, but maybe someone else will catch Jay's eye in the future...

I got hit up by this cute 18 y/o boy named Noah who wanted a quickie after school. I can't host and was a bit freaked out that he was still in HS and insisted he show me his DL before I would do anything at all. He was able to host thankfully as I can't and he was impossibly cute, shaggy curly blonde hair, cut face, blue eyes, smooth body and a nice sized uncut cock. I was kind of taken aback as to why he'd want to get with me, but he admitted he didn't want his buds to know he was "like that". I'm a pretty sympathetic listener and explained that I got it. We had been chatting a while and agreed to meet up today once he got out of school. We had talked about what we wanted sexually, which was to flip fuck, and had talked about barebacking. He said he wanted to talk about it in person once we'd met and that he'd feel more comfortable that way. It could be reductive and say I like a challenge, but I'm open to all kinds of play. We met up outside by his house and started chatting. He admitted he was too scared for me to know where he lived and wanted to talk first, which was cool. I was willing to do whatever to get with this hottie. Once we met up though I was totally charged up and horny as fuck and I got the sense he was too. He kept playing with his cock and it was obviously as big as he had alluded to. He finally agreed to go back to his house and once inside he was all over me, kissing me intensely, groping my cock and telling me how bad he wanted to fuck me. I reminded him I needed to see his ID and he pulled out his wallet and driver's license which, honestly, I barely looked at. Yes, his name was Noah, and I seared his last name in my mind so I could search up on him when I got home and memorized his DOB too. He cautioned me that while he had time to have some fun his parents would be home anywhere from 6 to 7 and we needed to get down to it. I smiled broadly at that and said OK, and we moved to his bedroom, locked the door and stripped down. We were deep into kissing each other and soon were on the bed, me grinding my cock up against his ass and wanting to put it in him in the worst possible way. He's awkwardly stretching for his nightstand and can see and hear him fumbling for something and he winds up handing me lube. Saying nothing I quickly lube up my cock and his ass and quickly force my cock inside him raw. His eyes are wide and his face live with delight as he's calling out "oh yeah" and "fuck yeah" as I enter him raw. He says nothing about wrapping and he clearly doesn't care to talk about in person as he'd mentioned earlier. Clearly, he wants raw, or he'd have said no. I have his legs over my shoulders and am driving deep inside his ass, kissing him deeply, telling him how hot he is and how bad I want to cum in him. He's also telling me how bad he wants my load, how hot my cock is, and not to pull out. I'm totally into him and before long I blast a load deep in his hole. I collapse on him telling him how hot he was and how much I enjoyed it. He's kissing me deeply back saying he loves how I did him and that he wants to do the same to me but wants to be honest. I pull him close in a hug and say I'm cool with whatever he has to say, and he admits to me that he's never been tested, and is that OK? I say it is, knowing full well he's not asked me my status before I bred him, not that I really cared. He's hot and I want his seed regardless. He looks relieved that I want his cum and eagerly roll on my back with him on top me and guiding his cock to my ass. I can reach my hand over to where the lube is lying on the bedspread and hand it to him and can feel him lubing up my ass and his cock. I'm gasping as I take his massive cock balls deep and don't give a shit that he doesn't know his status.... I want that cock and his load. And it doesn't take long until he is pounding me so hard, I can't even think straight. He's one of the biggest cocks I've taken in a while and he's hitting me in all the places I want to get fucked. He's kissing me deeply as I can barely breathe for the deep pounding he's giving me as I beg for him to cum in me. He finally gives me his load...an intense spasm, that I can feel all over me, inside and out. He collapses on me, panting, trying to catch his breath as I pull him in a bear hug, thanking him for giving me what I wanted. I know I should care about his status, but I wanted his load so bad I'm willing to take my chances. I loved that he took me no questions so its not for me to get all butt hurt. He looked at the clock and said we had time for one more quickie and did I want to fuck him or me fuck him again? I told him I wanted to fuck him again and quick shot another load balls deep in his ass. We both collapsed on the bed and again started kissing each other. He asked me why I wasn't dating and I admitted I hated being committed to a guy and liked messing around with other guys and liked having multiple guys fucking me. He laughed and said that sounded a lot like him, and that he liked guys using his ass too. I asked how often he got it, and he admitted it was a mix of buds and guys off apps. I admitted that was cool as I met up with guys off of apps and liked having fun like he did. It was getting late in the day and he was getting nervous about his parents coming home and said I should get going. I thanked him and said I was down to hook up any time he wanted and he said he was as well. He thanked me for being chill about not knowing his status and we had another bear hug before I left. I know I have no problems taking his seed and am guessing there are LOTS of guys that would take his seed as well.

Sounds a lot like a time a frat guy wanted to hook up with me. He said he could possibly line up other brothers to fuck me and would I be down. I said I was. I met up with him and got in his car and was sucking him all the way to where we were headed. When we go there, there were other cars parked with lights off and guys standing around. The frat guy I'd met up with, Josh, said for me to get out and come around to the back of the car. It was backed up against a building so people wouldn't see if they drove by. He said he got to fuck me first and then whoever wanted to fuck me got to have it after that. My eyes were scanning the guys and I was amazed at how hot so many of them were. Surely, they'd have no problems finding a guy or a girl to take their loads, but I wasn't about to argue. I bent over the trunk and started taking Josh's cock while the others watched. Some broke out the phones and started videoing, but I didn't mind. I knew Josh was fucking me raw and I didn't care. He was hot and I wanted his seed. Hell, most of these guys were really hot and I was cool to take all of them raw. By my count there were maybe ten guys there. I could turn to watch them watching me get drilled by Josh. It kind of amazed me that they were all cool with being a part of this. Clearly Josh didn't care that his buds knew he fucked guys and did it raw. Josh shot his load in me, slid out, and another one of his buds who had been jacking moved in to fuck me next. I loved that he just entered me raw, and I could see some of the other guys were jerking each other and that now Josh was bent over the trunk of another car taking it up the ass from one of his buds. I'm sure Josh was taking it raw too, and not long after the guy fucking me shot his load in me and another guy moved in to take his place. I noticed another guy was bent over a car and taking a guy's cock too. The guy breeding Josh had finished and now another new guy was breeding Josh now. This kept on for a while and honestly, I lost count on how many guys bred me. I finally said I had to stop, and a guy named Rick asked me who I'd ridden with and where my clothes where. I said I'd come with Josh and could see where he was getting drilled by yet another guy. Rick followed me over to Josh's car where I found my clothes and asked me if I wanted him to take me home. I said I did, dressed, and got in his car. As we drove, Rick admitted I was a hot fuck and asked how I knew Josh. I was kind of embarrassed and said I'd met him online and that he'd offered to line up a group thing. Rick laughed and said Josh had done that a few times and was always surprised at how many guys turned out. He admitted he'd been the bottom one time and was worried it would be scary but was way hotter than he imagined. He loved that all of the other guys knew he could be had and could be fucked whenever they wanted and that a lot of the guys hit him up to hook up. I laughed and said I wished I'd got some of the other guys numbers, but all I got was their loads. Rick laughed and that and said he would give me his number and would try and line up things in case I didn't hear from Josh. I still hear from Josh and Nick and still do some of the group stuff with the frat boys, but it was never like that first time.

PART 4 Josh got on his knees, acting as fluffier to the rest of the guys while his Dad bred the faggot. He was jealous, but he knew this wasn’t about him. All he had to do was ask and Mike would breed his cunt. Besides, he wanted to watch Matt fuck Adam again. Josh loved watching his sexy brother fuck anyone, but especially little pigs like Adam that he brought home from the beach. The others were arrayed in front of Josh so he could take turns sucking their dicks, while they waited for Mike to breed the cumdump. Ben really got into fucking Josh’s face, grabbing him by the ears and holding the sexy blonde’s mouth all the way to the root, listening to his boyfriend gag got Ben even harder. Ben leaned down and whispered in his lover’s ear “You want my cock you little whore? You really want your Dad to fuck you don’t you, faggot. I know.” Josh just moaned louder while he face was roughly fucked. After Ben let him up for air, Dan grabbed him by his hair and said “breathe, cunt,” then shoved his fat cock all the way into Josh’s that. The guys were all hard again, and using Josh’s face hole to keep their cocks lubed up so they could take another turn breeding the beach whore. Josh could hear the dirty talk by his father (oh how many times he’d heard that sexy voice in his ear asking if he wanted Daddy’s load) and Adam. “Come on boy, tell me how much you want my cock, you little faggot.” Adam just moaned and begged without really forming words. His brain was scrambled by the drugs and the raping his hole was getting. Mike fully intended that his cunt was going to be dripping loads by the time they were done with him. He stopped whispering and slapped Adam across the face, hard, knocking him out of his drug and cock induced stupor. “Tell me what you want, faggot! I wanna hear it, or no more cock for you.” Adam moaned as Mike’s cock was quickly removed from his hole, and he got his wits about him from the slap. “Please sir! I need your load, sir! Please breed me, Daddy! My pussy needs to be used by real men! I want you all to rape your loads into my cunt and turn it into a gaping hole. Pleeeeeeaaaaaaaase.” The last word turned into a moan as Mike shoved his cock back inside the fag’s hole. “That’s better faggot. You want this load of Daddy jizz?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please give me all your loads. I can’t get enough cock in my hole.” Deep in Adam’s brain he briefly wondered where all of these dirty thoughts were coming from, then the drugs took over again and simply screamed “COCK” in his brain, obliterating any other thoughts or concepts. Mike sped up and dumped another load in the fag a few minutes later, holding his cock all the way inside the gaping cumdump while he loaded it up with Daddy jizz. When he was finished, he grabbed Adam’s face in his hand and spat right between his eyes, the loogie dripping down the side of the boy’s nose and into his eye. Adam just moaned louder and managed to form a few words. “Thank you Daddy! Thank you for breeding my pussy!” Mike laughed and pulled his cock out of the hole, which caused it to drip fresh jizz all down the boy’s furry taint, moving up toward the boy’s face so it could be cleaned off properly. He reached up and scooped up the rest of the spittle and pushed it into Adam’s mouth which made the boy moan loudly again. After Mike, Dan and Brian each took a turn mounting the greedy little fuck pig. Every time a cock was removed from his gaping cunt, he would whimper like a puppy that had been kicked. But that whimper was quickly replaced by long, deep, guttural moans begging the owner of the cock to rape him. and dumped loads in his pussy. Each one fucked the boy hard, using his cunt just as intended, as a fucking fag hole. Then it was Ben’s turn. He pulled his cock out of Josh’s gaping mouth and hopped up on the bed. Adam’s cock was so well fucked that it wasn’t even closing. Adam didn’t know this, but Ben was one of those guys who could piss while his cock was completely hard. Ben got an evil grin on his face and rested his cock head at Adam’s gaping hole and spat in his face again. “Hey faggot. You want something more than cum? You want a load of piss in your pussy?” The other guys all laughed, they’d seen Ben do this party trick before, and bottom boys always loved it, especially when they’d been partying. Adam just moaned some more and they all laughed. “I’m gonna take that as a yes, fag boy.” He shut his eyes and concentrated and in a few seconds piss started to flow out of his cock head and into Adam’s gaping cunt. He quickly slid the whole cock inside the boy and held it there while he unloaded a large load of chem piss inside Adam’s hole. The boy moaned as he felt his ass expand with the load of piss, then he suddenly stopped moaning as he felt the chems in the piss shoot him higher then he’d ever been. Ben just spat in his face again and said “how’s it feel to be a real man’s urinal, fag boy?” Adam paused, his brain a scramble of chems and lust and said “Warm. Really warm.” They all laughed at his reaction and Ben grabbed Adam and picked him up while his dick was inside Adam’s cunt. “Come on, pig you’re not making any more of a mess of my bed.” He put his arms around Adam’s back and walked into the bathroom with a little bit of piss dripping down both of their legs. Ben quickly pulled Adam off his cock and laid him down in the bathtub, with his ass in the air and said “don’t move, boy. Let all that piss get absorbed into your cunt. Hey guys, come in here and use the urinal.” The rest of them laughed and trooped into the bathroom one by one, each one of them pissed all over Adam while he knelt in the tub with his ass in the air. Mike and Matt both shoved their cocks into his gaping hole and filled him with more piss. So much so that when Matt was done, the piss was streaming all over Adam’s body. Matt just slapped his ass and said “OK, fag, let it all out now. We’re gonna clean you off a little so you don’t smell quite so much like the john at the beach.” Both Mike and Matt’s piss loads got Adam even higher and he couldn’t focus his eyes or really speak. Matt grabbed him under the arms and bent him at the waist so he could let the piss out of his hole, shoving his cock in the boy’s mouth to keep him preoccupied. Once his hole was drained of piss, Matt turned the shower on cold which woke Adam from his drug stupor with the sudden blast of cold water. “Wash your filthy cumdump boy. But don’t let any of that cum out of your hole. Adam quickly rinsed off and Matt threw a towel at him and said “come back in the bedroom, we’re not done with you yet.” Adam went back I the bedroom and Mike and his pig buddies were getting dressed. Mike walked over and grabbed the still disoriented Adam and pulled him in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand behind to play with Adam’s cunt. He growled in Adam’s ear and whispered “I can’t wait to see how many loads you can take tonight. Matt, Ben and Josh are pigs. Hope you can keep up.” Then he smiled and spat in Adam’s face again, grabbing the spittle and pushing it into the boy’s mouth, which elicited a moan from Adam. As he was leaving the bedroom, Mike said “call me later Matt…..wanna see if you’re still using this whore. I’ll want sloppy 30ths later on.” They all laughed and Matt replied “I’m sure we will be, Dad. He’s spun as fuck and seems to need more breedings, don’t you faggot?” Adam grinned and just said “yes, sir!” Josh and Ben were making out on the bed and Matt pushed Adam onto the bed on his back and lifted his furry legs in the air. He whispered in Adam’s ear “You ready for another surfer boy load, faggot? You want my fucking babies inside you knocking up your hole?” Adam had reverted back to just moaning and incoherently begging for cock. The words might’ve been “please fuck me harder” but they sounded like gibberish. Matt mounted Adam’s cunt and quickly slid his rod back inside. The boy’s hole was juicy, and dripping with all of the cum and piss loads he’d been given so far. Matt could barely feel the sides, so he didn’t hesitate. He just slid his entire long, thick uncut dick all the way inside the boy with one push. Adam didn’t even notice, he just kept moaning while Josh kept his mouth full of cock. Josh was making out with Ben while Adam kept his cock hard with his fag mouth. Matt slowly fucked Adam pinching his tits and playing with his nuts as he slowly fucked the boy’s cunt. After a few minutes of fucking he suddenly got an idea. “Hey Josh. What say we take this fag to the baths? I think he needs to get spun again and take some more cocks.” Josh and Ben laughed and said “fuck yeah.” It was getting to be early evening and it was Friday night after all. There would be some good after work married loads for the boy to take in his pussy. “Go grab the plug. The big one. Let’s plug this faggot and show him a real good time.” He slowly pulled his cock out of Adam’s hole and left his ass in the air so that none of the precious sperm would drip out. Josh scampered back into the room, licking the large black butt plug. “This the one you want, big brother?” Ben just rolled his eyes. At the beginning, competing with Matt was difficult, but he quickly figured out where he fit into this twisted pig family, and it made him and his cock very happy. Matt laughed and grabbed it from his brother’s hand, pulling his face in to give him a deep kiss. “That’s the one baby brother. You want to do the honors?” “Of course I do.” With that he slipped his fingers into Adam’s hole, pulling out some of the semen that was there so he could lube up the plug. Then he quickly grabbed the plug and shoved the whole thing in Adam’s hole, causing the fag to yelp loudly. He was still pretty out of it, and didn’t entirely know what was going on, but his ass felt full so as soon as he got used to it, he just sighed and said “FUCK ME.” Ben, Josh and Matt all laughed again and helped Adam up and out of the bed. They all took turns taking a quick shower to get rid of all the sweat and piss, then slipped jocks and gym shorts on and went out to Matt’s van for the ride to the baths. Ben and Matt sat up front while Adam and Josh laid in the back on the mattress, surrounded by Matt’s board, wet suit and other gear, with Adam nursing on Josh’s cock while Josh played with the plug in his hole. “You are gonna fucking love the baths, faggot. You ever been before?” Adam was so high, he still couldn’t form words but he nodded no. “Your cunt’s gonna love it.” Then he kissed Adam deeply while Matt and Ben drove on to take Adam’s cumdump to the next level.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

lol. There's been a few threads on BZ about the 'second ring,' i've even posted anatomical pictures so guys can see the sigmoid curve that is interpreted as a "second hole." i'm a total bottom, but obviously this is a thing for Tops, and something enough Tops feel to want get there and 'open' it. It's totally real, just different from what ones cock might perceive. It's not a second hole but a bend in the hole a Top is fucking. A bottoms fuck hole is a malleable, flexible tube made of flesh, muscle, nerve endings, etc. When a cock hits that bend, since it is flexible, the Top is using His cock to straighten the bottoms fuck "tube" to accommodate His cock. Which, to my way of thinking is every bit as hot as opening a second hole. A hard cock is basically bending the bottoms hole to gain deeper access for breeding, and i imagine when His cock hits that bend it adds a feeling of more squeeze and friction to the tip of HIs cock. It's fucking hot and real, just not a second hole technically, but a bend in the bottoms cock home hallway 😉

Darkrooms (and anon sex in general) seem to give more guys more confidence .. as well as hunger for sex .. whether top btm or vers 😎

Hi guys - I am glad this story resurfaced- I did have the next few chapters planned out - life just got busy and I lost track of it - I will see if I can find the rough drafts and finish them and get them posted

Chapter 7: Confessions Markus sat with a smile on his face, remembering the pleasure of hearing Andrew’s voice again, and grateful that he had apparently calmed Andrew down and drawn the sting of his fears. He also felt deeply moved. Nothing Andrew had said or done before had equalled that moment when he cried aloud in sheer relief on realizing that Markus still loved him. Markus resolved to treasure that memory for any bleak day in the future when he might begin to wonder if Andrew still cared for him. All of that, on the other hand, just made him feel worse still about the strange feelings that were attracting him to Henrik. He desperately wanted to tell Andrew the truth, but he couldn’t figure out a way to do it without pouring gasoline on the flames of Andrew’s already fragile trust in this marriage. In the end, he supposed he would be forced to give up his romantic attraction to Henrik as an impossible fantasy and turn his energy back to rebuilding his marriage in every way he could. Damn it, he thought, why did this have to happen when I’m already happily married and still in love with my husband? Eventually, he saw the time, got up, and walked into the bedroom, noting Henrik already lying under a heap of covers, and well over on his side of the bed. He sighed, sat down on his own side, and started taking off his clothes. Just as he lay down and pulled up the sheet, he heard a rustling noise and saw Henrik, rolling over to face him with a curious gaze. Markus sighed again. “I suppose you want to know how all that went.” “Only if you want to talk about it, Markus.” Markus thought for a minute, and then gave a shortened, simplified report. “Tommy told me that I should really talk to Andrew myself. He was right. Nothing else would have calmed Andrew down. I realized that when I heard how excited he got when I called him. We didn’t talk long, but he’s feeling a lot better now.” “That’s good,” Henrik said, but the words lacked the ring of conviction. “You don’t think so?” Markus picked up the note of hesitation right away. “Sorry. No, just tired, that’s all. I guess I really need to get some sleep.” With that, Henrik rolled on his side again, facing away from Markus. Markus shrugged, rolled the opposite way, and soon the sound of two men breathing slowly and evenly filled the room as they both slept. Andrew, too, slept peacefully, drifting off amid pleasant memories of wonderful times he had shared with Markus through the years. In his dreams, he then found himself with Markus, strolling hand-in-hand together on the beach at Bahía de la Paz in Alcantara. In the distance, near the hotel, he could see a lone man lying on the sand, wearing a blue speedo, and soaking up the sun. Markus pointed that way and said, “There he is.” At first, he’d thought it might be one of their uncles, but as they drew closer, he saw that this man was a blond-haired and much younger guy and looked like a real stud. Andrew felt sure in the dream that he should know this man, but his face refused to come clear – as if it were a photo which had been deliberately blurred. Then the vision shifted, dissolving momentarily into fog before reforming clearly. Now they were soaking in the hot tub on his uncle’s terrace, and Uncle Tommy was in the water with them. Markus asked, “Where is he?” and Tommy replied, “He’ll be out in a minute.” The sliding glass door from the living room slid open and another man started coming out, but before Andrew could make out who it was, he woke up. He lay awake a little while, wondering why he was dreaming about another man. Plainly, it couldn’t be his Uncle Rich as the three of them were all appearing in the dream at their current ages. It seemed odd, but he hadn’t felt that there was any tension between him and Markus over this mysterious stranger in the dream. The entire vision had felt positive and reassuring, not disruptive. Musing thus, he fell asleep again, and passed the rest of the night in a peaceful slumber with no further dreams – or, at least, none that he recalled in the morning. The next morning, Andrew found that his positive mood from last night’s phone call had held strong through the night. The strange dream he filed away in a corner of his mind, unable to make anything clear out of it. When he got to work that day, all his coworkers noticed at once how bright and chipper he appeared, the old Andrew which they remembered from before the accident. Markus was feeling better too. Having followed Tommy’s wise advice, he too was finding that the dam had broken and that he was feeling much more positive about his prospects going forward. Tommy’s suggestion that he get on with his life and worry about the rest of the pieces falling into place later now seemed remarkably on target. He resolved to do just that, as soon as he finished writing the segment of the journal which now occupied him, a segment connected with the fragmentary memories of his years with Andrew, and what pointers those memories now offered him as he moved on. Henrik sensed the new peace in Markus as soon as he had gotten up and had some coffee. That made him happier, too, because it gave him hope that he might soon get his apartment back, and that the torture of treating the one husband in physiotherapy while simultaneously pining hopelessly for the other one would soon be over. What Henrik wasn’t happy about was the realization that his friendship with these two men would also have to come to an end. He hadn’t told Andrew and Markus exactly what had happened to him a few months earlier and he didn’t intend to share it. Suffice it to say that he had finally struggled clear of a clinging relationship with a narcissistic, praise-hungry young guy who could never feel secure about anything no matter how often and forcefully Henrik affirmed it. His ex might have been sexy and muscular with a good big cock, but the size of his ego and insecurities overwhelmed any physical attraction. When he finally realized Henrik was serious about leaving, he threatened to kill himself if Henrik actually left. Henrik went, and his ex tried to make good on his threat (unsuccessfully) – and Henrik had been feeling guilty ever since. Having a friendship with Andrew and Markus beyond the strict limits of his professional duty had done Henrik far more good than he’d ever anticipated. As the week went on, he found himself thinking more and more often that he didn’t want to burn his bridges with his friends, even if it meant he was going to have to go on hiding his true feelings for Andrew. On Friday, Henrik surprised Markus with the announcement that this would be his final physiotherapy session since Dr. Peterson had confirmed that Markus had met or exceeded target ranges for mobility and function in all key areas required to qualify as a complete recovery. Henrik expected Markus to be happy at this news, and the quiet, subdued response he got surprised him. “Well, I guess that’s that, then.” “What do you mean, Markus?” “I mean, I guess we won’t see you anymore.” “Is it that important to you?” “Henrik, you’ve become a good and valued friend these last few months – and I’m sure Andrew would say the same thing if he were. It goes much further than just the therapy. Or no. What I should really say is that the therapy you’ve given us both has gone far beyond anything in your purely professional role.” “Meaning the sex, I suppose.” “It was damn hot, you can’t deny that!” Henrik laughed slightly at that. “But I was actually thinking of how much your friendship has smoothed our way through this stressful time in our lives. Which is why I have to tell you this now. Look, Henrik, this is getting scary, but I’m going to put all my cards on the table. You know how much Andrew and I love each other, and that’s not changing. But now I’m finding myself falling in love with you as well as with Andrew. I don’t know what that’s all about, I have no idea how or why it happened, but there it is.” Henrik had fallen silent. His eyes grew big and round, like saucers, and his mouth gaped open, but no sound came out. Plainly, he had neither suspected nor anticipated this announcement. Markus went on. “I don’t blame you for being surprised. How do you think I feel? I can’t make any sense of it at all, and I sure as hell have no idea how I can possibly explain this to Andrew. All I know for sure is, I love you too, and I don’t want to lose you.” Henrik sighed deeply, as he struggled to find the right words. “Wow… Markus, you really floored me. I did not see that coming at all. Maybe I should have, but….” His voice trailed off into silence. “Henrik? Are you mad at me or anything?” “No. Just confused and puzzled, much the same way you are, I would guess. But you’ve been honest with me, and you deserve the same in return. Markus, I don’t share the same feelings towards you, and that’s not because you’re not a great guy and a good friend – you are. And on that level, I don’t want to lose you either. But romantic love – not really. There’s no sense in it at all. Remember the old saying: ‘The heart has its reasons, which reason can’t understand.’” “I know.” “Well, that’s all the explanation I can give for the fact that I don’t have romantic feelings towards you – but I definitely feel that way about Andrew.” Now it was Markus’ turn to look completely astounded. He did a very creditable imitation of Henrik’s big round eyes and open mouth a moment earlier. They stared at each other in silence for at least a minute, maybe two. Finally, Markus spoke. “Holy shit, what a mess this is!” Henrik replied, “You got that fucking right.” Suddenly, the ice cracked and the two of them began laughing, laughing, laughing as if they’d never laughed before and could never stop themselves now that they’d begun. Each time one of them paused to draw breath, and tried to quiet down, he’d look at the other’s face and that would set him off all over again. Eventually, they slowly quieted down as they simply ran out of energy and air. Then they sat there, looking at each other as if seeing each other for the first time, seeing each other with completely different eyes. Markus was the first to break the silence again. “So now what do we do?” Henrik pondered for a moment. “Well, for sure I need to come to your condo and pick up the therapy table that’s been sitting there unused ever since you landed yourself on me. And since we’re going there anyway, we’ll have to tell Andrew that your physiotherapy is officially completed.” Markus intervened. “And since we’re going that far, we might as well drop the other shoe and tell him everything we’ve just told each other. We’re going to have to do it. He’s very sensitive to atmosphere, so he’s going to be able to feel right away that something weird has happened.” “Do you want to try to get there before he comes home from work?” “Yes. Although, these days, his schedule has become so freewheeling that I have no way of guessing if he’s doing a full day, a half day, working from home, or just going out for one or two key appointments. I’m going to guess a full day, which means we have about 90 minutes to get there ahead of him.” “Well, let’s get this show on the road.” *************** An hour later, Andrew was walking home from the bus stop. He’d had to go all the way out to Surrey to see a new client, but it had been a worthwhile meeting, and the commissions he’d earned from the deal would cover the travel cost several thousand times over. It made for a long afternoon, but at least he now had a quiet weekend to look forward to, and he planned to relax and unwind, now that he actually felt able to unwind for the first time in all the long months since the accident. As he walked up the street, he was remembering another day when he’d walked home and straight into a huge shock – the letter. He hoped no such shock was waiting for him again this time. Hope springs eternal. He rode up in the elevator, opened the door of the condo – and was greeted by the smiling face of Markus, leaning on the corner of the kitchen counter. Andrew froze for one split second, then he raced into his husband’s open arms, laughing and crying and yelling all at once. “Markus! Markus!!! Ohmygod, Markus!!!!!” In a moment, their arms were wrapped around each other while they hugged and cried and kissed nonstop. On the sofa, Henrik sat with the folded massage table next to him, watching the show with ironic interest. While he watched, the show rapidly became more interesting, as the kissing grew more intense, and the hands began roaming to some rather sensitive areas. When the buttons began coming undone, Henrik cleared his throat. Andrew and Markus sprang apart, presenting a dishevelled, partially undone appearance to Henrik’s sardonic gaze. “This kind of behaviour is rather inconsiderate in front of the third wheel.” Andrew grinned at him. “Who told you that you had to be the third wheel? Get over here.” Henrik laughed. “Well, since you asked so nicely….” In moments the three of them were all entangled with each other, with buttons popping and shirts flying all over the place. Then it was shoes pulling loose, trousers dropping, underwear sliding off, until three happy men with three proud boners leading the way headed off to the master bedroom. In seconds they were all lying on the bed in a triangle formation, with Andrew sucking Markus, while Markus licked at Henrik’s beautiful cock, and Henrik had his mouth wrapped around Andrew’s erect pole. The room filled with the sounds of moaning male voices as three mouths performed their magic on three hard dicks, the pace of the moaning rising in sync with the pace of the sucking. Andrew pulled off for a moment and commented, “Damn, Henrik, you’re really good at sucking my cock like you mean it!” Henrik replied with a congenial pat on Andrew’s ass and kept right on slurping away at his tool, so Andrew dived right back down onto Markus and resumed the mouth suction. At the same time, he began poking and prodding at that beautiful ass which he had missed so badly for the last week. In no time, Markus opened right up and let Andrew’s finger slide into him while at the same time not missing a beat on Henrik’s hard dick. All three of them were now leaking pre-cum into each other’s mouths, and it was obvious from the tone of their sound effects that they were all going to cum soon into each other’s busy mouths. Andrew wanted to make sure Markus came first, so he redoubled both the mouth and the finger action. Suddenly, Markus pulled off Henrik’s cock and yelled, “Ohmigod!” as his cock convulsed and exploded into Andrew’s mouth, the busy finger inside his ass driving him to a frantic orgasm such as he’d rarely had from a blowjob. Henrik grabbed his cock and began beating it, but Markus quickly recovered and said, “No!” and swallowed it again. In just a few more seconds, Henrik blew a huge squirt of cum into Markus’ mouth just as he went all the way to the bottom on Andrew, who blew his first big shot right down into Henrik’s throat. After the first explosions ended, they all pulled off and joined in a three-way kiss, exchanging all the cum with each other in a giant snowball, more than enough to go around. Once they’d thoroughly mixed and swallowed all that cum, the three of them flopped down onto the bed, side by side. Markus rested his head on Andrew’s chest while Henrik, on the other side, stroked Andrew’s thigh muscles gently with his hand. It didn’t take long before Henrik’s dick began stiffening up for more action. When he felt himself getting hard and aroused again, he shifted his hand from Andrew’s leg to his cock, which also responded quickly. Markus didn’t clue in right away, but when Henrik rolled over on top of Andrew, he certainly felt Henrik’s pec bumping against his head. Markus lifted his head and opened his eyes, just in time to see Henrik plunge his mouth down onto Andrew’s mouth and start making out. Further down, their now-rigid cocks were duelling with each other between their ab muscles. Markus backed off a bit, and lay on his side, enjoying the sight of the two men he loved getting it on together with so much energy. Their hands were all over each other’s bodies, touching and squeezing and stroking. Henrik slid his hand in between their thighs and down into the gap to stroke Andrew’s taint, making Andrew moan loudly and shiver with the sensation. Then his finger dropped even lower, seeking the hole which he so badly wanted to enter and breed. As Henrik began finger-fucking him, Andrew almost automatically lifted his legs up in the air, pulling them back on either side of Henrik until they were over his shoulders. Henrik then slid down the bed, and let his tongue follow his finger, down Andrew’s taint and then into his ass. Markus watched in delight as Henrik made love to his man’s ass, fingers and tongue sliding in and rotating around, flexing and twisting, loosening the hole, while Andrew’s entire body twisted around on the bed as he groaned in ecstasy from the skilful manipulation of his ass. It was time. Henrik rose up on his knees and moved forward again, placing his cock right at the entrance and then slowly bearing down. It took only a moment, and the head of his dick popped inside Andrew’s tight butt. Then he kept the pressure on until he slowly sank all the way inside and came to rest with his hips against Andrew’s cheeks, and his mouth reaching for Andrew’s mouth to start kissing him again. The whole scene was an incredible turn-on for Markus, as he watched these two men in the throes of a deep and meaningful sexual encounter. He gazed in awe as Henrik slowly pumped his cock out of Andrew’s body and then back in. He watched the play of the back and ass muscles as Henrik slowly worked Andrew over, rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, while they kept steadily kissing and swapping tongue. Now Markus moved. Rising to his knees, which could now both carry his weight, he moved over until he could rest his hand on Henrik’s firm, round ass, and help him fuck Andrew by pushing down on each stroke. In a flash of insight, Markus realized exactly what Henrik was doing, and wondered if Andrew sensed as well that this sex session had shifted gears, and that Henrik was now making love to him. But Markus realized and, strangely enough, the realization didn’t bother him at all. He had no time to ponder that odd lack of negative reaction, as Henrik was now slowly gaining speed under his hand. He moved around until he was between Henrik’s legs and then bent forward and plunged his face into the crack of the ass, slurping and digging at the hole with his tongue and getting Henrik ready for his cock. The hot tongue bath going on in his butt crack only drove Henrik’s passion faster towards its climax, and Andrew too could sense what was coming. As Henrik’s strokes moved into high gear, Markus pulled his face out but plunged his finger right inside the hole, and finger-fucked Henrik as Henrik cock-fucked Andrew. Markus felt around for the target, found the prostate, and began stroking it. With a loud cry, Henrik moved right into overdrive, pounding down into Andrew’s ass while Andrew urged him on with a gasped, “Fuck, yeah! Give me your load! Breed my ass!” With that, Henrik cried out again and slammed right down into Andrew, feeling every spasm as his cock contracted over and over, forcing an epic load of sperm out of his body and deep inside Andrew’s hole. Markus kept fingering and teasing his gland, loving the feeling of Henrik’s asshole clamping down on him from the force of his explosion. At last, the orgasmic contractions ended, and Henrik lay down again on top of Andrew, the two of them still kissing each other. Markus took that as his cue. He slid up between Henrik’s legs and slowly inserted his own rock-hard cock into Henrik’s ass, sliding farther in until his hips came up against the firm round ass cheeks. But, unlike Henrik earlier on, Markus was too close to his own climax to take his time for a leisurely fuck. He at once began pounding down into that tight hole while Henrik and Andrew both moaned with pleasure under him. He supported his weight on his arms, but he made sure that both of them felt part of his weight pressing down on top of them. It only took a minute or so of steady fucking, and then Markus speeded up, ramming forcefully inside Henrik’s tight hole until his cock exploded, spraying a gigantic load of his seed into that tight, athletic ass. As soon as he finished cumming, Markus pulled out, and flopped down on the bed beside the two of them. Then, as Henrik slowly pulled free from Andrew, Markus said, “Sit on my face, Henrik, and push my load out.” Markus then proceeded to tongue and lick and slurp every bit of his load from Henrik’s hole as it came out in spurts, enjoying the feeling of sucking that tight, firm ass clean. “Okay, I think you got it all,” Henrik said as he lifted off to lie down between them. “I’ll say,” Andrew cut in with considerable feeling. “I’ve never had so much swimming around inside me from just one load. That was incredible!” “Yeah, it was,” Markus and Henrik said in unison, almost as if they’d rehearsed it. Then all three of them laughed. Eventually they all recovered enough to get off the bed, take turns cleaning up in the shower, and then get dressed some plain fish fillets in the freezer, plus boiled potatoes, fresh veggies, and some mysterious mix of seasonings and mayo that enhanced all the simple flavours beautifully. After dinner, they poured another glass of wine and sat down in the living area. Markus and Henrik looked at each other, and they both knew that they were going to have to come clean. Markus began. “Andrew, while I was away, I had a long talk with Uncle Tommy about the whole situation. He said two very important things during that call. The second one was when he told me to call you, and I did. But the first was when he said that we needed to fall in love again with each other, as we are now. Of course, that’s easy for me, because I still remember very little of what you were like when we first met. But I know it’s a lot harder for you, because you still imagine getting the old me back again. I’m beginning to think, though, that it won’t ever happen like that. “If I’m right in thinking that I will never recover all of who and what I was before the accident, then Uncle Tommy’s advice becomes even more important for you to consider. And I’m going to tell you why. “Falling in love with you just came so easily and naturally to me, even before I knew that I had fallen in love with you before. But something else happened, something I can’t either explain or understand. I found that I was getting the same kind of romantic feelings for Henrik. For a long time, I struggled with that because I love you so much, and because we live in a society where love is supposed to be with one partner. It seemed to me that I was weird, or messed up, because I loved two men. Anyway, today I finally got up the nerve to tell Henrik how I was feeling about him. And that’s when things got even more weird and complicated.’ He indicated Henrik with an “over to you” gesture, and Henrik carried on with the story. “When Markus told me about his feelings, I could sense right away that this could get really messy. And that’s not only for the reasons that he’s already mentioned. I knew that I also had to be honest with him, and the honest truth is that I don’t really have the same kind of feelings for Markus, much as I like him as a friend and enjoy his company. The person I do have romantic feelings for is you, Andrew.” Markus picked up the imaginary speaking stick again. “So now you can see what I mean by complicated. Andrew, you love me. I love you, but I also love Henrik. And Henrik loves you. I knew he had been telling the truth when I saw the way he made love to you this afternoon. It was beautiful and powerful and intense, and a bit scary too, because it made me fear the way this messy situation could end up ruining all of our lives. So now you know all about it. The question is, what do we do about it now, because we have to do something. We can’t go on forever, trying to act as if it hasn’t happened – because it has.” A long silence fell. All three of them looked at each other, searching faces for clues. Markus was relieved to see that Andrew didn’t look angry, which was what he had feared. He looked puzzled, yes, and confused, but he was plainly giving the situation some serious thought, and that, Markus thought. was a good thing. At last, he spoke. “You weren’t kidding when you said it was messy. I have no idea what to say or do or think about it all right now. It’s probably going to take some time for me to process all of this and see what comes up. For sure, I want to call Uncle Tommy and get his advice. After that, I just want to go to bed and sleep on it. It’s okay if you want to join me, but I’m honestly not in the mood for any more playing around right now. Maybe I should just sleep in the guest room tonight.” “If that’s how you feel, Andrew, that’s probably the best thing for you to do. I need to do a lot of thinking about it all, and I’d like to talk to Uncle Tommy too, but I’ll let you talk to him for now. I can wait till tomorrow.” Henrik then spoke up. “When I took on this job, I had no idea it was going to get so complicated. You fellows have become such great friends, and I don’t want to lose that, but if that’s in the cards I can live with it. I’ll get on my way now and go and do my thinking and sorting out at my own place. “Oh, and by the way, Andrew – because we didn’t get around to mentioning it before – Dr. Preston notified me that Markus has completed his physiotherapy and is now discharged from the program, so I’m taking the therapy table with me to return it to the clinic. Good night, Andrew. Good night, Markus. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I’ve messed your lives up so badly.” Seeing that he was hurting, both Andrew and Markus got up and gave him a close hug and a kiss, and then he left them alone. “I’m sorry too, Andrew.” “No apology needed, Markus. I found myself falling for another guy, too, while you were still unconscious. I saw him again while you were away this last week. But there wasn’t anything in it, really. I was trying to convince myself that I actually liked him so I wouldn’t be left all alone if worst came to worst. But I can see that you and Henrik are both completely serious, so that puts this case on a totally separate level. I’m going to go call Uncle Tommy now and see what he has to say. Good night, Markus.” With a simple kiss, they called it a night and Andrew disappeared into the guest room, closing the door quietly but firmly behind him. Markus sad down again, and buried his face in his hands, silently weeping.

This is one of the hottest stores I’ve read in a while

This am I was on sniffes I found a 33 year old and 25 year old. Both wanted to fuck me after work. I gave them my cell expecting neither would text, At 5 the 33 year old texted he was on his way sure enough 30 min later he was here He rimmed me for a while then shoved his very nice 7 inch dick in me We fucked fit a while till I heard him breath heavily He shot a huge load in me while he was dressing the 25 year old texted me and said he was on the way. 10 min later was there. He rubbed my ass before he went in. Fucked me for 5 min till I felt him cum when he dressed and left all I could feel was the cum dripping out of me both said they wanted to come.back

Every time I fire up a cigar, I feel a stirring in my dick. It's actually pretty mild, and subsides shortly. As if it rolled over in slumber.

Take off your shirt and go find a mirror. Look at yourself in the mirror and imagine the ring in the nipple you’re considering. Does the image you imagine please you? Do you like the idea of walking around with hardware on your body even if it’s under your clothes, just knowing it’s there? If so, you have your answer. No one else’s opinion matters in the least. A piercing isn’t just an accessory - it represents a side of its owner that can’t be readily seen. It takes a sexy, vital part of you that’s usually concealed and shows people that you have it. Pierced men of all ages have used me, and any time I see a piercing I know I’m in for a ride. Fair warning - getting a nipple pierced hurts motherfuckerly.

A fuck buddy asked me if I fancied a bit of fun with him and a mate. Obviously I was up for it. Little did I know it was more like a pre arranged sex party. Him and 5 other guys. Most the guys were daddy types which is a turn on for me. All older and horny tops. Only one of them which wasn’t my type but I’m not a rude person. Got to work and ended up taking a load off of each of them, a couple of them gave a few loads. I tried dp again and it hurt a lot so I had to stop that. The guy who wasn’t my type was actually the best fuck. His cock was perfect and he actually made me cum whilst fucking me which never happens. He then continued to fuck me after I had cum which I struggled with first but a couple of hits of poppers and I got through it. Really horny session but left me gaping and saw the next day. Haha

Chapter 6: Negotiations My dear, dear Andrew, he read. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I need to get away and think things through on my own. So much has happened so quickly, and I’m struggling with all of it. I’m still groping in a mental fog, with only occasional gleams of light from the past coming through, and it’s making everything in my present incredibly hard to handle. Don’t worry, I haven’t done anything stupid or gone off to some shithole on the wrong side of town. I’m in a safe place, with a friend, and I’ll be fine. Please don’t go checking around and trying to find me. I’ll come back when I feel like I’ve got things together – because I love you. That much I do remember clearly now. I know you’re going to worry about me because you’re like that. Please, please look after yourself. Talk to anyone you need to help you cope with my absence. Again, I’m sorry that I’ve had to do this to you, and I love you. Love, Markus. *************** An hour later, Andrew was still sitting there, the letter dangling limply from his fingers. He’d read it over and over, scanning the page automatically, and the only thing that sank in was that Markus was gone. Nothing else registered. Dinner time came and went, and still he sat and stared. Finally, at about seven o’clock, he snapped out of the trance. As if it were the only possible course of action, he seized his phone and again speed dialed Alcantara. “Andrew! How’s everything going? Markus still doing well?” “Uncle Tommy!” Andrew’s voice cut right across his uncle’s social chat as a cry from the heart. “What’s happened? Andrew, what’s wrong?” “Markus is gone.” “Has he gotten lost again?” “No.” “My God, he isn’t dead, is he?” “No.” “What then? Andrew, please, tell me!” “He… he… he’s left me.” “Please tell me this is a joke.” “No joke. I came home from work and found a letter he’d left on the pillow. He’s gone. And I don’t know what I did wrong. No idea at all. But he must not love me any more, why else would he go?” “Andrew. Read me the letter.” Tonelessly, Andrew read it aloud. There followed a silence as Tommy pondered what he’d just heard. “Andrew, have you actually read that letter – I mean, really read it?” “Over and over. I get it, he’s leaving me.” “I don’t think you’re getting it at all. Look, go through that letter and tell me how many times he says he loves you in it.” “Three.” “Make that five.” “Uncle Tommy, how do you figure?” “Add one for the opening where he calls you his ‘dear, dear Andrew’ and one for the last bit where he actually begs you, ‘Please, please, look after yourself.’ Andrew, that isn’t the sort of thing people say in a break-up letter. They tell you exactly what they think is wrong with you, they tell you they don’t love you any more, or that they hate you, and they say, ‘I’m going, and I’m never coming back.’ What does Markus have to say about that?” “He says, ‘I’ll come back when I feel like I’ve got things together – because I love you.’” “Precisely. ‘I’ll come back.’ Andrew, you’ve gone off the deep end and panicked when it really isn’t necessary. To judge by the tone of the letter, he’s being completely honest with you. He’s gone away to spend some time on his own and somehow pull his head together. If he feels he needs that kind of ‘me time’ so badly, we need to respect his wishes. You know, Markus has never been the kind of guy who uses words to conceal the truth. He’s normally very straightforward. Says what he means and tells it like it is. You just need to read his words and stop trying to find an unpleasant or unhappy hidden meaning between the lines.” “But what if he changes his mind and decides not to come back?” “There you go, trying to focus on the worst-case scenario again! That habit will make you old before your time, young man. That letter was written by a man who is very much in love with his husband, but he’s struggling with all the other issues in his life, like his loss of memory, his loss of his job, his physical injuries from the accident – shall I go on or do you get the picture?” Andrew let out a monumental sigh. “Uncle Tommy, I’m sorry. I’ve been such an absolute idiot about this. I can see now that I should have read the letter more carefully before I flew off the handle.” “You were in shock, Andrew. I think anyone would be under the circumstances, considering all you’ve been through. But it sounds like you’re feeling better now. Time to park all your imaginary fears, go get yourself a good dinner, have a little nip of Scotch – not the whole bottle, mind you! – and try to get yourself a good night’s sleep. Yes, it’s hard to do all that when you’re worried about Markus, but I’d advise you not to be. He’s a smart guy, apart from his memory lapses, and you can trust him to take care of himself.” “Well, Uncle Tommy, you’ve done it again, as so often before – pulled me back from the brink. I’m surprised you don’t get tired of rescuing me before I go over the falls.” “What goes around, comes around. I would have been truly lost and in despair if you and Markus hadn’t been there during the week of the funeral and afterwards to keep me on a somewhat even keel. We’re good for each other, Andrew, just like any really effective family – and we’re both good for Markus as well. He’ll be fine and so will you, and you will get back together when he feels better about himself. Okay now?” “Yes, Uncle Tommy. Thank you so much.” **************** Markus sat on the couch, holding his head in his hands. Henrik sat beside him, an arm draped around his shoulder, trying to comfort him. “God, Henrik, I wish it hadn’t come to this, but it’s like I didn’t have any choice. Getting fired from my job was the last straw. I was worn out from coping with the physical injuries, emotionally exhausted from struggling to try to get some of my memories back, and now this. And poor Andrew, trying so hard to help me all the way, and even neglecting himself to help me. It was more than I could bear.” “You know he’s going to be an even bigger mess now.” “I know. That’s why I hated to do it, but I couldn’t go on as I was. Just tying myself in knots.” “So, Markus, what do you want me to do that Andrew isn’t doing?” “It’s not that, Henrik. I just need some alone time to figure things out, and I expected you would be out most of the time, which is why I asked you. I don’t want to get under your feet or in your way, honestly.” “And if I want to bring someone home?” “You just told us you weren’t doing any hot dates because you were struggling with the fallout from a bad experience. That’s what gave me the idea of asking you. But if you do, I can sleep on the couch.” Henrik sighed. “Yeah – you’re right. I was and I am. But now I’ve really gone and done it – gotten involved personally in a client’s problems which have nothing at all to do with my job.” “Nobody else needs to know. Please, Henrik – I don’t know where else to go.” He sighed again. “All right. You can stay. Good thing the bed is extra-huge. We can both sleep in it without this getting any more involved than it already is.” “I’m so grateful.” “And what do I do if you start asking me for advice?” “You can tell me I’m on my own to sort it out. I really don’t want to make things awkward for you.” Henrik made a face. “Well… not any more awkward than I already have done.” “One more question. Andrew is sure to call me, or text me, at least to share the news, if not to ask me for any advice I could give. What do you want me to tell him?” “Tell him you’re seeing me to keep going on the therapy because he’ll be worried about that. And just tell him that I’m safe and in a good place, and I will come back to him when I feel ready.” Henrik’s phone started ringing. He glanced at the display and said, “And sure enough, right on cue.” Then he waved at Markus to get out of the room before he picked up the call. “Hello, Andrew. What’s up?” “Henrik, Markus has left me. Have you heard from him or seen him at all?” “Yes, I have, as a matter of fact. Andrew, he’s fine but he needs time to himself to sort himself out. I know where he is, and I’ll be seeing him regularly to keep up with his physio, so he won’t lose ground on that.” “And what about his memory work? Who’s going to help him with that?” “I didn’t really talk to him about that, Andrew, because it isn’t my area, but I guess that’s what he wants to work on by himself. I’ll ask him the next time I see him.” “Henrik, he’s cut me off. He won’t pick up his phone, he won’t answer my texts, what the hell else am I supposed to do? I can’t imagine what I did wrong!” “Andrew, did he tell you that you did something wrong?” “Well, no, but….” “Sounds like that is not the point and settling himself down is more what it’s about. And before you ask, no, I am not going to tell you where he is because he asked me not to. He needs to be alone right now. And he’s fine.” With a sigh, Andrew said, “Okay, thanks. Tell him I love him.” And he clicked off. Henrik sat in an exact duplicate of Markus’ appearance a few minutes earlier, head in his hands, as Markus came back into the room. “What a mess. Markus, I sure hope you know what you’re doing because I feel awkward as hell being asked to act as a go-between for you and your husband. He’s completely messed up. He thinks he’s done something terrible to drive you away, but he has no idea what, and he’s beating himself up emotionally.” “I’m sorry, Henrik. I shouldn’t have come to you.” “Wrong, Markus. Right here is precisely where you should have come. You know, it’s a good thing for you that I care about what happens to both of you fellows. I’ll call him tomorrow and go and see him after my work hours are done. Maybe I can calm him down some.” “That would be great. You’re such a good friend.” “Sucker is more like it.” And now I feel guilty again, Markus thought, because I’m not telling Henrik the real reason I chose to come to his place when I needed to get away. I think there must be something wrong with me. I know I’m not lying to myself. I love Andrew so much, I really do. So why am I getting the same kinds of feelings about Henrik? And how on earth can I explain it – to either of them – without sounding either weird or just plain greedy? None of the three of them slept well that night. Henrik lay awake for ages, wondering what he’d gotten himself involved in, and wondering what it was going to do to him emotionally, because of his own feelings. Markus tossed and turned, keeping Henrik awake, because of his unpleasant dreams. Andrew kept reaching out to cuddle with a husband who wasn’t there, and then waking up and getting teary-eyed as he remembered the letter. *************** Andrew walked to work in the morning and plunged into a busy agenda of phone calls and deals. It was the only way he could take his mind off the mess in his life, not that it helped that much. At regular intervals, he would hang up the phone, make a few notes, and then shake his head, wondering how this could have happened, wondering what he could have done or what he had done. His colleagues could tell that something was very wrong but none of them wanted to broach the subject. He’d been through so much already this year. Around three o’clock he got a text from Henrik. You free to see me this afternoon? Listlessly, he wondered what Henrik wanted with him. Yeah. When and where? Meet me at the bar in thirty minutes. OK. Andrew proceeded to wrap up the rest of his outstanding work items, before heading out to walk over there. He got to the bar first, perched on a stool, and ordered a drink. Henrik arrived about five minutes later, tapped him on the shoulder, and took him over to a quiet booth. “I was hoping you’d bring Markus with you.” “I figured you would. But no. I haven’t seen him yet today – that’s my next call.” Henrik mentally was cursing himself for starting off with a lie. But he went on. “Andrew, I know you’re busily trying to blame yourself for what’s happened, but you shouldn’t. I got that out of him, loud and clear. This is not about you, it’s about him. You should try to imagine yourself in his position. Sure, there are more and more things that he’s remembered but they’re still disjointed pieces. They don’t connect up with each other at all. Think about what Dr. Preston said to you about the pixilated picture. And he’s feeling more down than he’s willing to admit about losing his job, even though he can’t remember clearly what that job was or how he was doing it.” Andrew sat with a thoughtful look on his face, sipping his drink. At last he said, “So I didn’t do anything wrong?” “The only thing I can think of is that maybe you tried too hard to help him. That may have kept reminding him more than he liked of how messed up his memory is. But again, this is about him, not about you, so don’t keep beating yourself up like you’ve obviously been doing.” “That’s pretty much what my uncle Tommy already said to me.” “Obviously he knows you better than I do. Good advice. I gotta get going now, but keep in touch and look after yourself, Andrew. Okay?” “Sure. Thanks, Henrik.” *************** Back at his apartment, Henrik talked again to Markus. “So when I talked to him, he told me that he’d been talking to his uncle. Uncle Teddy?” “Tommy.” “Right. Andrew got the same message from him that he got from me – to remember that this is about you, not about Andrew. He keeps thinking he did something awful to drive you away, but I think I persuaded him that you weren’t reacting to him, only to yourself.” Markus looked thoughtful for a moment. “Andrew told me that Uncle Tommy and his husband, Rich, were always very close to us. Maybe I should talk to him myself. I just don’t have his number.” “Do you know where he lives?” “In Alcantara – or somewhere down south, I can’t remember.” Henrik sat down at his laptop and started searching. “Okay, I’ve found Alcantara. What did you say his husband’s name was?” “Rich.” After only a few seconds, Henrik let out a low whistle. “Wow! You fellows really move in important circles! I just found this huge obituary for Rich, who was the President of Alcantara for 15 years, and then a detailed article all about Tommy when he retired from the university seven years back – he was the Dean of Arts and Sciences. Keeps talking over and over about the ‘power couple.’ Just give me a moment to find the number.” Henrik scribbled on a piece of paper, and then handed it to Markus. On it was the name, Professor Tomoyoshi Takahashi, PhD, and an address and phone number. “Henrik, can you enter that number and save it in my phone? I’ve got another little problem, scrambling some of the digits when I’m copying numbers. And then I’m going to call him.” “I’ll go in the bedroom so you can have some privacy.” And I’ll sit there, Henrik thought, wishing you well as you try to sort out your life. This is so frustrating. There’s a part of me that hopes you’ll succeed because I care about what happens to you. But there’s another part of me that’s hoping you’ll fail because then I’ll feel less rotten about going to Andrew and telling him my true feelings. Markus sat, listening to the ringing tone. On the third ring, the phone clicked on. “Hello, Markus. How are you doing now?” “Uhh… Tommy?” “Yes, it’s me.” “I sort of recognize your voice, but I don’t really remember much about you.” “So I’ve heard. That’s all right.” Tommy’s voice came through the phone in his signature calm, reassuring tones – the same tones with which he’d once persuaded Rich to run for election as President. “I’m afraid I’ve made a real mess of this whole thing. Are you mad at me?” “Should I be?” “You know, walking out on your nephew, I mean – it wasn’t exactly a nice thing to do.” “Markus. First of all, you are every bit as much my nephew as Andrew is. I’m going to say the same thing I’ve said so many times before, although you may not recall it. I am as proud of both of you, and feel as close to you, as if you were my own sons. You both matter to me just as much. I’m sorry you are having so much trouble getting through this situation, but I don’t think there was any nice way for this to all happen – it was bound to get messy. The big thing here is to be sure of what you are trying to achieve.” “I just want to find myself again.” “And that’s important. If you don’t mind a bit of advice….” “Please.” “Markus, I think the biggest thing you and Andrew have to do is to get to know each other all over again. Easy for you, it’s all you have to go on right now. Not so easy for him, he wants to get you back as you were, and I’m not sure that’s going to be possible. You need to get to know each other and fall in love with each other as you are now, not keep trying to go back to what was there before your accident.” “That’s easy to answer. I know that I love him, but I don’t know much about him as he was. So I really have fallen in love with him all over again.” Tommy chuckled, a bit smugly. “That’s what I told him you were going to do. Keep going along those lines, and I think you’ll find the whole situation will iron itself out. For you, I would guess the biggest part is just keeping on moving forward while you’re learning to live with and work around those gaps in your past, rather than trying to fix all the problem spots before getting on with your life.” “You make it sound easy.” “But I know it won’t be. That’s why you should feel free to call me any time you need to talk about it. Just as Andrew does.” “Uncle Tommy…, umm, if it’s okay for me to call you that….” Markus spoke hesitantly. “Of course.” “When you talk to Andrew again…, could you please tell him I love him?” “Well, yes, I could do that. But if you don’t mind another piece of advice, you need to tell him yourself. Call him now. I’m sure he won’t be asleep yet. Markus, that’s the big Number One here. You and Andrew need to talk to each other. Sooner rather than later.” “I will.” Markus surprised himself by saying those words, and then realized a second later that this really was the thing he wanted most right now – to hear Andrew’s voice. “That’s good, Markus. I’m sure it will pick him up tremendously, and right now I think he needs a boost more than you do. He’s such a worrier – takes after his Uncle Rich that way.” Tommy chuckled reminiscently about all the times he’d had to calm Rich when he started getting too many “what ifs” tangled up in his thought process. “Uncle Tommy, I’m sure this won’t be the last time I say this but thank you so much for helping me get through this whole mess.” “Markus, even if you don’t remember it, you were a rock of support for me during the first week or two after Rich died. We’re family, and we definitely look out for each other. Take care, Markus.” *************** Even with that strong and positive reassurance from Tommy, Markus sat for close to an hour, staring at his phone but doing nothing. Henrik came back into the room, saw the look on his face, and decided to just leave him alone to wrestle with his demons. There was a fair bit of the worrywart in Markus too, if not quite as much as Andrew, and he feared getting hit with a blast of anger fuelled by fear from his husband. At last, he realized that if he didn’t act then, it would be too late to do it tonight, so he braced himself for unknown reactions, and speed dialed Andrew’s number. It rang. One. Two. Oh, shit, Markus thought, he’s put it on silent and doesn’t hear it ringing. Three – and the phone clicked on in the middle of the third ring. “Markus!” Andrew’s excited, ecstatic voice bellowed in his ear. Markus eased the phone away a bit before replying. “It’s me, Andrew.” “Thank God! I’ve been so scared ever since you took off, so afraid of what might happen to you. Are you okay right now? How are you feeling?” The words kept bubbling out of him in an unending stream of emotional energy. At last Markus got a word in. “I’m all good, as in safe and healthy. Otherwise, it’s as I told you in my letter. I’ve gotten so overwhelmed with the emotional impact of everything that’s happened that I just had to get away for a bit. And before you ask, no, it’s nothing to do with you, and no, it’s not because of anything you did or failed to do. I just needed peace and quiet and breathing space and plenty of time to think.” A sound came to him over the phone, a sound he couldn’t recall ever having heard before: Andrew was crying aloud. As a matter of fact he had heard it once before, at Rich’s funeral, but he still didn’t remember that more recent event. At last, Andrew calmed down enough to say, “Markus, I love you, so much I can’t tell you. Do you still love me?” “Silly boy, of course I do. Didn’t I say it often enough in my letter?” “I’m sorry, Markus, I just let my imagination run away with me about what happened.” “So you’re feeling better now, Andrew?” “A bit. I’ll feel a whole lot better when I see you again.” Markus cringed a bit, knowing with one hundred percent certainty what the next question would be. And sure enough, Andrew went there. “When do you think you’ll be coming back?” “Andrew, I’m sorry, but I can’t say for certain. There’s so much I have to process, and it’s taking time. I’m doing a lot of writing to help me come to terms with it all, and that’s actually helping a bit with recovering memories too -- well, a few of them anyway. But I just don’t feel settled down enough yet, or ready to move forward. I need your love, for sure, but right now I also need your understanding that I require space and time to work on my own healing. You do understand that, don’t you?” Andrew still didn’t quite understand it, but he did understand clearly that Markus still loved him and truly needed his love and support right now. “I do, Markus. Keep working in your own time, and your own way. I’ll be here whenever you feel ready.” “I love you, Andrew.” “I love you, Markus.” And they clicked off. Andrew sank slowly back down on the bed, putting his phone down on the nightstand, and then slowly rolling over with an expression of dread on his face to look at the face of the man lying naked beside him. He’d expected to see anger -- and was surprised to see there nothing but sadness and compassion. “So that was him,” his companion said. *************** About five hours earlier, after Henrik had left the pub to head home, Andrew had ordered another beer and sat there, brooding, and thinking his thoughts with a deep, solemn expression on his face. A few guys who were intrigued by his appearance quickly realized, after a close second look, that he was off somewhere much more important to him and probably wouldn’t welcome any interruption. As it was, he had barely finished half the beer at the end of nearly an hour. The brew in his glass was getting decidedly warm, and he sighed and pushed it away. Just then, a hand fell on his shoulder and a familiar voice said, “Andrew. You okay? You look as if you just lost a fortune on a bad bet.” He looked up, and his mind – which had almost been on another planet – matched the face to the voice and produced the name for his use. “Hi, Jimmy.” “Need some company?” “I wouldn’t object.” Jimmy sat down, waved Gary, the waiter, over and ordered two more beers. Gary took away the one that Andrew had pushed aside, guessing rightly that it had gotten so warm that its owner didn’t want it any more. Once he’d delivered the fresh drinks, Jimmy came straight to the point. “You want to talk about whatever it is that’s made you look so lost and vacant?” “I don’t know, Jimmy. I feel bad about burdening you with my problems.” “From the looks of you, you had better offload on someone, and pretty damn quickly too. Come on.” Andrew took a deep breath. Once he began talking, it was hard to stop the words from pouring out. He told Jimmy all about everything that had happened, from Markus losing his job to coming home and finding the letter. He went on to describe the phone calls with Tommy and Henrik, and his own lingering fears about whether he was going to lose Markus. After he’d fallen silent again, Jimmy pondered for a moment and when he did speak, it seemed strikingly irrelevant. “Have you ever heard that old saying that when three people tell you you’re drunk, you should go home and lie down?” “Jimmy, I’m not drunk. Not yet, anyway.” “No, perhaps you’re not, but you’ve heard this over and over, from everyone, and now you’re going to hear it from me. You know what comes shining through your whole tale of woe, loud and clear? Andrew, he loves you. He loves you, and he is going to come back to you. We just don’t know when. There, now you’ve heard it from his letter, you’ve heard it from your uncle and from that therapist, Whatshisname, and you’ve heard it from me. Persuaded yet?” Andrew still looked doubtful. “And another thing, I’ll bet he wouldn’t be very happy if he knew you were running all over the place, letting people know that you don’t trust him when he says, ‘I’ll be back.’” “Jimmy, I guess what I really need is to hear it from him.” “I can think of another thing you need, something that will help you relieve your stress and maybe sleep better tonight. Come on, drink up, we’re going.” “Where?” Jimmy smiled archly at him and then winked. “Can’t you guess?” Once they reached Jimmy’s apartment, they quickly got undressed and got into bed. At first, Andrew said that he didn’t really feel like doing anything but cuddling, so Jimmy held him close and stroked him gently, reassuring him that he was loved and valued. After they’d been snuggled up together for about twenty minutes, Jimmy felt the familiar sensation of a hard cock rubbing against his own. “Sure feels like you’re interested now,” he said as he wrapped his hand around Andrew’s tool and began squeezing and stroking it. After a minute of that treatment, he flung the duvet aside and slid down Andrew’s body, taking that hard dick into his mouth. One thing for sure, Jimmy definitely knew how to give a super blowjob. As he worked his way up and down, swirling his tongue around the head, and squeezing the shaft with his lips, Andrew began moaning, quietly at first, but with increasing passion. “Oh, fuck, Jimmy, that’s so damn good. That feels awesome!” “If you think that’s good, wait until you feel my ass.” “Get up here.” Andrew pulled Jimmy off his cock and up to face him, then began kissing him full-on, tongues swirling around and stabbing into each other’s mouths. As they made out, he ran his hands down Jimmy’s back and began stroking and squeezing the cheeks, then sliding his fingers into the crack and prodding at the hole. Andrew smiled as Jimmy’s hole opened right up and his finger slid in, feeling the channel already lubed up and ready to go. “Well, you sure came prepared, didn’t you?” Jimmy laughed happily, but his laughs turned to groans of passion as Andrew rapidly rolled him over and then mounted on top of him, his hard cock prodding into Jimmy’s crack and finding the target. “So, you want this big dick inside your ass?” “Oh, yeah, give it to me. Fuck me deep and hard.” With that, Andrew started to push. Jimmy opened right up and sucked him in almost as easily as he’d sucked Andrew down his throat a few minutes earlier. Once Andrew had pushed all the way into Jimmy’s hole, he came down flat upon Jimmy’s back and began kissing and nibbling at his shoulders, then digging his face into Jimmy’s neck and biting on the skin. Jimmy cried aloud, and reared his ass up, working the hole around Andrew’s solid erection, squeezing down on that cock. Andrew took the hint and began pumping him, going right up to speed really quickly as he realized that Jimmy was more than ready to take what he had to give. As that fuckhole kept squeezing and chewing on his dick, he knew that this first round was going to be quick. Driving into that firm round ass faster and faster, Andrew let his moans fill the room and then gasped, “I’m going to cum.” “Fuck, yeah, cum inside me, fill me up. Give me your load.” Andrew exploded inside Jimmy’s working, clutching ass. After he’d finished cumming, he pulled out and then flopped over on his back. Jimmy immediately dived onto his dick, licking and sucking it clean, and kept working on it until it became hard again. It didn’t take long. Andrew was definitely good for another round. Once Jimmy had gotten his cock standing upright again, he proceeded to sit down on it, facing Andrew as he fucked himself, riding up and down like a wild man on that big rigid organ. Before long, Andrew was groaning, muttering about how incredible Jimmy’s ass felt around his dick. Then Andrew sat up, wrapped his arms around Jimmy, and shifted his legs around until he could lay Jimmy down on his back and do him missionary. He started fucking really slowly, lying right down on top of Jimmy’s body and just pumping gently in and out. Jimmy wrapped his arms and legs around Andrew’s body, holding him close somewhere else altogether – and Jimmy could guess that Andrew, in a kind of waking, dream was actually making love to his lost Markus. This is crazy, Jimmy thought, I’m letting this man use me as a surrogate husband, and I don’t even mind. Why doesn’t it matter to me? I guess it’s because I really like him, and he desperately needs this kind of physical closeness right now. I can give him that, and maybe help him a bit too. Andrew was kissing him now, as his cock slowly picked up speed inside Jimmy’s hole. His groans got louder and more frequent as he reamed Jimmy’s ass to the max, sliding all the way out and punching all the way back in. Jimmy continued to hold him close as he fucked faster and faster. Then Andrew broke free from the arms and legs tangled around him, reared up on his knees, and jack-hammered Jimmy’s tight butt until his cock exploded, shooting a second load deep inside his butt. Jimmy gave a loud cry of, “Yes! Breed me!”, and quickly grabbed his cock, jacking a huge eruption of seed out of himself as Andrew finished cumming inside his ass. Andrew slowly pulled out and then lay down beside Jimmy. Jimmy pulled him close and cuddled him, letting Andrew curl his head into Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy realized that he was feeling very paternal towards this man much older than him who was feeling like a lost child right now. And then, as they lay there together, Andrew’s phone rang. It was the second ring before it registered with Andrew. That was the distinctive ring tone that belonged to just one caller on his entire list. He grabbed the phone, picked up the call, and yelled, “Markus!” Jimmy watched, curiously, as Andrew began talking at a mile a minute.

We just moved to this neighborhood, my wife was out for the day. I posted on DL, opened Grindr and got to work looking. I left the front door open, set up in the guest room on my hands and knees and ended up with 9 loads in 2 hours ^_^ Guys just walked in one after the other, knocked up my hole and went on their way. One guy tried to use a condom, I said raw only, and he dipped. (Not sure why he even came anyway) Doing it again tomorrow night can't wait!

Not exactly where I was hoping thsi thread would go 😂

PERFECT! Your descriptive journey couldn't have been more accurate. Looking forward to your next step into this dimension.

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***

i was takin loads during folsom at 442 right next to him. very very impressive cumwhore

I ordered two from them at the time, the horse one and a regular cock, and they actually did indeed pull the wrong item and send me a cock a size larger than I ordered (also, I hadn’t ordered a black one, so it’s kind of hard to see how they made the error). It didn’t take too long to get the equine one all the way in, because I had been very specific about the diameters I was looking for. I wanted something that would open me a bit inside, well past the second ring, but that would dilate me widely at the base so I could train toward a fist. Taking it vertically is easiest, and lets gravity help. The big cock took considerably longer because it’s 2.5” in diameter but it’s that way all 9 inches to the glans. It took me weeks to finally take it balls deep. Even now it’s too much to hold inside me for very long. Whenever I pull the equine one out, I’m always amazed at how long it takes for it to slither out of me. I hold it up to my abdomen and think, Fuck. I can’t believe something was in me that deep.

Taking loads in darkrooms is every bottom's duty. I love those spaces. The heat, the lust, the hands grabbing and feeling... I gotta get myself to one

Part 17 I found myself back in the hallway, a bit blinded by the harsh lighting after spending so much time in complete darkness. I was also feeling dizzy from all the poppers, the sweat scent, and the heat in the room. I realized I was drenched in sweat myself and the air conditioning in the hall was blowing right on me, making me shiver. The cold air woke me up abruptly, and snapped me back into reality. I was standing in the middle of the hall, with just my shorts and socks on, shirtless with my t-shirt loosely tucked in my back pocket and my shoes thrown behind me. I needed to get back to my room quickly. What if someone I knew saw me? What time was it? I had no idea how long it had lasted. I slipped my t-shirt on, picked up my shoes, and made my way to the stairwell and down to my room. I checked my phone, it was 1:30AM. I had been gone for about an hour. At that point, I was just too tired to jerk off or even shower and I just collapsed onto my bed, 2 poz loads in my ass. I woke up around 7AM the next morning. The smell of cum and sweat coming from me was very strong and the scent coming from my pits got me horny again. I remembered that I hadn’t shot my load the day before and started jerking my cock. I had never been this horny, but I was also thinking that I should save it. I edged myself a few times before I jumped into the shower, in order to prepare for my day, but also hopefully cool down a bit. At breakfast, my colleagues were already deep in a work discussion. I tried getting into it but my mind was just not fully there. One of them noticed -“You look a bit tired this morning.” -“Yeah, I didn’t really have a good night of sleep.” I answered, kind of absentmindedly. Some food and coffee got me back into shape and the day went by fine. From time to time though, I was thinking about what had happened the night before. Upon returning to my hotel at the end of the conference’s second day, I was back into panic mode. I was beating myself up for being such a airhead and forgetting my PrEp back home. I was mad at myself for not even being strong minded enough to stick to my resolution of making wiser decisions. Getting back to my room, I spent an hour googling for clinics that could offer post exposure treatments. There was nothing in a reasonable radius from my hotel and I would have had to skip the conference the next day in order to get a taxi and get myself there. Plus I didn’t have insurance in this country, so adding everything up, it would have cost me a small fortune. As the available options looked fewer and fewer, my mind started to cool down and reason. I had spent the entire night with those loads inside me. It was probably too late anyway. And I had gotten through unscathed the first time in Paris. Maybe I would get lucky again. I also looked back at all those years I had played bareback without getting anything, and this thought put my mind to rest somehow. I had a great night of sleep that night, even waking up early to hit the gym and go for a run before the conference. The last three days of the week went well, I was focused on my work, socialized with other people at the conference, and even if the fear was still in the back of my mind, its grip was slowly fading as the days passed. Friday came, and a text message arrived. -“Hey boy! Be ready to leave at 8pm tomorrow! Pack some clothes, you won’t come back until Sunday morning most likely!” I hadn’t heard from him since Monday. -“I had an idea too!” he added, with a little demon emoji. My cock throbbed immediately. My weekend seemed to be all lined up by him, and I thought that Friday evening would be my only opportunity to explore by myself some local bathhouses. After dinner, I ditched my colleagues again and got ready. I put my jockstraps on, slid some poppers into my pocket and ordered an Uber. A short fifteen-minute drive and I found myself in a parking lot in front of what looked like a warehouse. The area was a mix of small commercial and residential suburban lots, and I couldn’t see where the entrance was at first. I then noticed a small group of guys making their way around the building and I followed them to a double metal door dimly lit with a little light fixture placed above it. A sign was posted on one of the panels with the name of the bathhouse and some rules. I paid the cover for a room, picked up the key and made my way up some stairs to my room. I stripped down to my jocks, put my stuff into the small locker by the bed, and lied down on the mattress. It was still quite early, and I thought I would just get myself a bit more into the mood by watching some porn on my phone, jerk off a bit while sniffing some poppers with my door slightly open.

I like that everyone here has reminded the community that getting the shot on Monday morning does not mean you can go fuck/get fucked on Monday afternoon. STIs treated by antibiotics take time to cure, just like any other bacterial infection. Sometimes you're clear faster than other times. But in any event, for STIs treated by injection, I would specifically ask how long I should abstain from sex to avoid sharing the infection. For STIs treated orally (tablets, capsules, whatever), assume you have to complete the pill regimen before you're clear.

"NO! I have a boyfriend who does not know I'm taking loads! I'm off PrEP!" This is how to trigger a GIFTER

Part 13: Take of His Body I could feel my orgasm approaching, and from Dominic’s quickening pace, he was close too. “Are you ready to blow, baby?” Dominic asked, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin. “Are you ready to give him your gift?” “I am,” I said, looking into Pastor Kline’s eyes and seeing the realization hit him. For a brief moment, he looked afraid. Then, he looked ravenous, like there was nothing he wanted more than to be on his back, a dick in his ass, ready to accept a toxic load of cum into his body. “We’ll come together,” Dominic whispered into my ear. “Make him ours.” “Yes, sir,” I said, my balls pulling up into my body, my body surging with a rush of warmth as my orgasm began. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” “Do it. Knock up his ass,” Dominic cried out. “Infect his body. Give him our toxic load. Damn his body.” “Fuck,” I groaned, eyes closing as my hole tightened around Dominic’s dick, my prostate pulsing from his rhythmic pounding. My dick pulsed inside Pastor Kline’s ass, shooting our several streams of cum. “I’m cumming too,” Dominic groaned, his arms reaching around me, holding me close, as he forced himself all the way in. I could feel his warm cum flooding my guts, some slipping out of my ass and running down my legs. I fell forward, pushing further into Pastor Kline whose dick started shooting out cum without effort, no hands required. Though his dick was small, he produced a good amount of cum. It was a bit watery, running down his sides and collecting on the bed. I reached a finger down and wiped some up, bringing it to my mouth. It wasn’t the best tasting cum, but it was alright. Clearly, he was the type of man meant to take cock and cum in the ass rather than dish it out. How quickly my mind had been turned toward the depraved. How quickly Dominic had infected both my body and my mind. As we all basked in the afterglow, the realization of what had just happened hit me. I had just fucked Pastor Kline, the man I looked up to as a man of God, now a cum-loving pig begging for my poz cum. What else about this man did I not know? What else about the men at our church was I unaware of. Were there others like him, men wanting nothing more than to be fucked senseless or bend another man over and fuck his brains out? The idea of finding more like us brought a smile to my face, my dick pumping several more shots of cum into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” Dominic asked, his dick slipping out of my ass. He walked over to Pastor Kline, pushing his dick over his face. “It was more than I could have imagined,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking Dominic’s dick. I watched as he cleaned off Dominic’s cum and the juices from my ass. I could feel myself already getting hard. “I think it’s my turn,” Dominic said, pulling his dick away from Pastor Kline. “Why don’t you feed the good pastor a taste of his own ass.” “Sounds good,” I said. My dick slipped out, growing harder. There was cum and streaks of blood on my dick. “Looks like you opened him well,” Dominic said, admiring my work. He knelt down and reached his hand to Pastor Kline’s ass, sticking a two fingers inside, causing Pastor Kline to flinch. “You’ll be getting a lot more than that in a second,” he said. “I feel so empty,” Pasor Kline said. “That’s the sign of a true cum pig,” Dominic told him. “You’ll find yourself needing a dick in you every second. All you’ll want is someone dumping a load of toxic cum in your ass. Lucky for you, you’ll have someone more than willing to do it just in the office down the hall.” Pastor Kline looked at me as I stood over him, my dick hanging down near his face. “Isn’t that what you want?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” Pastor Kline said, opening his mouth and taking my dick inside. He cleaned me off, tasting himself and the poz load I’d just injected. “Will scratched you up pretty good,” Dominic said. “I think I could do better.” He dug his nails into Pastor Kline’s inner lining, causing him to squirm. “It hurts,” he said, my dick falling from his mouth. “A real cum pig doesn’t notice the pain,” Dominic said. “You notice only the pleasure in the pain. You’ll crave it. You’ll want nothing more than for a man with a real cock to stretch your ass open, threatening to split you in two.” “It is what I want,” he groaned. “Split me in two.” “With pleasure,” Dominic said, standing and lining his dick up to Pastor Kline’s hole. “I’m not going to be slow. I’m not going to be gentle. This will hurt.” He pushed forward, burrowing his entire dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his balls smacking against his taint. Pastor Kline’s back arched, his hands reaching out, finding my arm, which he held onto tightly. His eyes were closed tight, face red, as he waited for the pain to subside. It seemed to be lasting a long time as his grip on my hand remained tight. “I think I’ve found your second sphincter,” Dominic said. “It’s about time someone broke through. Now you’re really a bottom slut.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline moaned, his grip starting to loosen. “Will,” Dominic said, his pace quick as he slammed into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Climb on top of his chest and straddle him. I think he needs to learn how to eat an ass.” I climbed over Pastor Kline, a foot on either side of his chest, and lowered myself down until I was on my knees, my ass to his face. I was facing Dominic who was staring into my eyes, a hungry look arresting my attention. “Spread your cheeks,” he said, “and lower yourself down onto his face. I want him to eat my load out of your ass.” I grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, already feeling the cum inside starting to slip out of my hole. I looked back at Pastor Kline who was staring into my crack, his tongue darting out of his lips in anticipation. I lowered myself down until his nose and mouth were burrowed inside me. “Start eating,” Dominic said. I could feel Pastor Kline’s tongue darting against my hole, sending chills throughout my body. He was licking clean the cum that was dripping out, my sweat mixing with the juices. “Push some out for him,” Dominic said. “What if I fart a little?” I asked. “He’s a cum pig. It comes with the territory. Whatever you give him, he’ll be happy to take. Isn’t that right, pastor?” I heard a moan in response, the vibration of his voice tickling my ass. I strained as I tried to push out Dominic’s cum, feeling the warmth leaving my body. With ever push, there was a bit of gas released, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. I kept pushing until every drop of cum was now in his mouth or covering his face. “Do you like the smell of a real man’s ass?” Dominic asked. Another moan suggested he did. “Push again,” Dominic said, winking at me. I pushed and more gas come out, Pastor Kline squirming under me. His hands reached up and grabbed my ass, and as I thought he was going to try to push me off, he took hold and pulled me further down on his face. “He likes it.” Dominic said. “We’ve got a true pig on our hands.” “I guess so,” I said. “When was the last time you pissed?” Dominic asked. “It’s been a while,” I said. “It’s unhealthy to hold urine in for long. How about we see what else Pastor Kline likes.” I lifted myself off Pastor Kline’s face and turned myself around, straddling his chest. There was cum and other liquids all over his face which his tongue was quickly trying to clean up. “Pastor,” Dominic started, “Will is going to give you another gift. There’s nothing a man likes more than feeding a pig his load. But giving a pig a stomach full of piss is also exciting.” Pastor Kline’s eyes fell to my dick and then looked up at me. He looked uncertain, but his mouth started to open as I leaned forward and rested the head on his tongue. I felt the warmth rising as my stream shot into his mouth, the golden liquid hitting the back of his throat. I could tell he was caught off guard, his hands grabbing my legs, but he didn’t close his mouth. “Swallow,” I said as I watched the piss collect in his mouth, threatening to pour out over his chin and chest. He swallowed the piss, his face contorting for a moment at the taste, but after a second, I found a change in his eyes. Where there had been dislike or concern, there was now enjoyment and desire. I didn’t need to remind him to swallow again as he was taking in my piss as quickly as he could. Once I was finished, he took my dick into his mouth and milked whatever remained inside. “I think he liked it,” I said, watching as Pastor Kline sucked my dick like a baby animal sucking from its mother’s teat. “Have you ever drank piss before?” Dominic asked. Pastor Kline shook his head. “But you will from now on, right?” Pastor Kline nodded. “When you’re at work,” Dominic said, “I don’t want you using the bathroom. Piss into a cup and drink it. When Will has to piss, he’ll come into your office and you’ll swallow everything he gives you. Understood?” Pastor Kline nodded, my dick slipping from his mouth. “Yes, sir. Every drop.” “Who knows,” Dominic said. “Maybe, we’ll get your son here, and you’ll drink his piss too. How does that sound?” “Delicious,” Pastor Kline said. “That’s a good cum and piss pig,” Dominic said, his pace quickening. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, sir.” “You’ve got it,” he said, slamming his dick into Pastor Kline’s ass, his body shuddering as he shot ropes of cum into his body. “You’ll be ours before long. Don’t you worry.” “Thank you, sir,” Pastor Kline said, looking up into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” We shot two more loads of cum each into Pastor Kline’s hole along with piss from Dominic and myself before we called it a night. Dominic gave Pastor Kline a butt plug which he shoved into his ass, turning it around, angering the cuts inside. “You’ll leave this in as long as you can,” Dominic told him. “You want the cum to take.” “Yes, sir.” “You’ll be taking loads from Will every day while you’re at work. As many as you can. Then, I want you here a few times a week, taking both of our loads until we’ve converted you. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded. “This is your life now. You’ll think of nothing but cock, cum, and piss. Whatever man wants to use you, you’ll agree. Your soul purpose is to be a bottom pig. If I want to dump my load into you right before you go up and preach on Sunday, you had better be ready to hold my cum inside the entire time you’re up there.” “Absolutely, sir. I understand.” “Good.” “I’ll walk you out,” I told Pastor Kline. We walked down the hall and got into the elevator. “I know this must be a bit awkward,” Pastor Kline said. “Not awkward,” it told him. “I’m just surprised. I never knew.” “That was kind of the point,” he said. “Though, there were many times when I was hitting on you that I was sure you’d start to get suspicious.” I knew the times he was talking about, but I didn’t say anything. “How will you explain all this to your wife?” “I don’t plan on explaining,” he said. “We never have sex anymore, so I won’t infect her. I go out to speak with church members all the time, so going out to get fucked won’t be all that hard. Honestly, I’m surprised I never tried it before.” “Now, Pastor Matthews…” “He’s as straight as they come,” Pastor Kline said. “And, from what I know, he’s not very big or good in bed.” “Good to know.” “As for other men in our church,” Pastor Kline said, “there are two or three married men who I’ve always believed are closeted. I think we have a chance with some of them.” “I’m not trying to poz the entire male population of our church,” I said. “I know,” he said as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “But imagine if we did. Image what our men’s retreats could be like then.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope it isn't getting too dirty for you. Don't worry. There won't be anything beyond piss. Another member of their party will soon be arriving. Jay's status will be known. Pastor Kline's journey begins. Let me know if you blow a load. Post a picture if you want. Happy Sunday.

Well, I guess like most of us, you now know you're a true bottom. I mean, what's better than taking sperm up your ass, from a hard cock. Nothing, in my book. Welcome back, brother bottom. The one down side here is, there are just not enough Tops out here. But, who can blame you. Fuck on...

Yes, I read a lot and mentioned that to him. He said he considers himself a nutritionist. Such a hot hunk of man. I wanted to say, “hey, let’s go into the men’s room and show these fuckers how it’s done, you can fuck me right at the sink !”

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

The evidence was building. Three guys claiming I had pozed them. I was pretty sure I was carrying it but I had no intention of getting tested. 'Don't know, don't care' continued to seem my best answer for the hookup apps. I considered changing it to 'not sure, problem poz' but decided to leave it for now. Over the next three weeks four guys hit me up to flip fuck. Two worked out and we pumped loads deep into each other. They both messaged me within three weeks to tell me, "It took. Got fuck flu and tested positive. Thanks guy!" All this attention really kept me horny and the next nice day I found myself at the cruising woods. I'd collected three ass loads when I noticed my ultimate fuck mate. Six feet tall, olive skin, black thick body hair, head and chest, classic handsome face. He was only wearing sandals and a khaki cargo shorts . I knew he was commando, I'd seen him drop the shorts to collect two loads. I caught and held his eyes as the second guy dumped in him. He just nodded in a way that told me to just slide in and take the other guys place when he was done. I started by eating his cummy ass, fetching some of the loads and snowballing to him. His million dollar smile let me know I had his piggy number. My raw cock slipped in very easily and we soon established a great rythm. As I was gaining momentum I remembered my possible poz status. This was my first anonymous non app hookup since suspecting I was not only poz but probably highly toxic. My raw cock and precum were already inside him. Did I need to warn him? At lightning speed I determined it was his responsibility to ask; or, protect his ass with Prep if he was going to offer it up for raw cock. I picked up my pounding speed. He groaned his approval and began to egg me on. "Breed me man. I need your fucking hot load up my ass." It was not long 'til I was fulfilling his wish and flooding him with my likely poz load. When he finished cleaning my cock he said "Hey Thanks bud, I so fuckin needed that!" "You are most welcome. " my enthusiastic reply. Him; "Little late, but do you mind if I ask your status. " Me "Single" "Yeah, I expected so, but no, your HIV status. " "Awe, yeah, I'd say you're late with that question. What are you hoping I will say?" "Well I'm not on Prep, and I've got a boyfriend who doesn't know I'm out here, so I'm hoping if you're poz your on meds and undetectable." Me "Honestly I don't know, have never been tested. But five guys swear I've pozed them, and I've taken a thousand loads where you've just taken mine and never asked any questions. " "Fuck man, no. You shit head. Why would you breed me if you suspect you're poz and toxic? "Four of the guys begged me to knock them up. " "Well I sure as fuckin hell didn't. You had no right." " You have no fuckin right to accuse me. Mines not the first load you've taken today without asking. That's on you fag." "You're an asshole being out here knocking unsuspecting guys up. A fuckin asshole!" "Sounds to me like you want another of my likely poz loads." "Are you crazy? What the fuck man?" "You could have left long ago and you're still here claiming to be pissed off. I think you want this again. " I shook my hardon at him. "You would wouldn't you? You'd pump another poison load into me if I let you? Right?" "Right. You want it? I'll give it to you. " "Why would I want your fuckin toxic load?" "Because you already got one. And I gave a great fuck. So how could another hurt?You know you want to ride my raw cock again and feel me blast inside. " "No I don't. " he lied as he bent over and leaned against a tree trunk offering his ass. I just shoved my full length balls deep. "Argh, I said no man. Don't fuckin fuck my ass with your poz dick. " he was riding back on me every bit as much as I was giving it to him. "Pull it out. I said no." His body was actively involved no matter what his words said. "Don't you dare breed me with your filthy seed man. Don't cum in me. " He was vigorously wanking himself. "Fuck me 'til I cum man, I'm so fuckin close. ...... Yeah, that's it .... I'm cumming, yeah, fuck! His ass convulsions were the last straw to trigger me; "Oh yeah,...that's what you wanted, another load of toxic cum from me." "Damn, you fuck too good. I had to have it again. Besides your's might not have been the first poz load planted in me tonight. " "It's time for you to return the favor ass hole." I took his place at the tree and bent to offer my ass. He fucked me relentlessly for 20 minutes. Long enough for an audience of four guys of various ages, races and body types to have gathered. They all had their peckers out stroking. I don't know how he managed it but the first of the onlookers to cum shot it onto the cock fucking me. My fucker came as he pushed the other guys cum into me. In quick succession the other three guys mounted, pumped and loaded me. As I rose from the last I said to my combative confused fuck mate. "That's how it's done. Once you convert, you just take loads wherever offered. Don't ask, don't tell. Don't know, don't care. "

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

Chapter 8 The Kid was wired and was shaking with the drugs and excitement of the moment The kid got off me and walked over to his room. The other guy followed him, poking a finger up the kids ass while he walked. He asked the kid if he liked what he was doing an the kid replied “ Yes Sir. I did “. The guy said if he wanted more like that follow him to the basement. All the time he as playing in the kids ass. The kid was whimpering with the great feeling in his ass and was trying to hesitate going there. The guy kept his fingers working the Kids ass and stared sucking on his cock, at the same time he pushed anther finger up the kid and with his free hand stared squeezing the kids balls. The Kid said “ Oh yes. I want more “. The kid was hooked and ready for the basement. Not even 2 hours and the Kid actively wanted the basement. This was going better than I thought. I got a message from my friend saying he was getting a room and asking what was going on. I filled him in and sad the Kid was heading to the basement. My friend replied “ Already ?” all I replied is “ Yep “. I walked up to the front to tell the guys up there where we would be when they had their break. One of them went to the Board and changed the room number to basement. This Kid was going to het fucked until the sun came up tomorrow. I went down to the basement. It was setup to me a Super Play room. It had a St Andrews cross, A couple fuck benches, some seats and a couple benches that I have seen guys take double penetrations on. It also had some partitions with glory holes and two really nice slings. One has restraints built in. Guys usually brought all sorts of toys to use on each other. There was the normal container of condoms and one with latex gloves. It had red lights and was dark and took me a couple minutes to adjust to the dark. When I did I saw guys sitting around. Some passing a pipe around while other were sucking or fucking each other. I saw the Kid being led around by a leash attached to a collar. This was something new. He was being paraded around and the guy leading him I recognized him as a dealer and one of the most deviant guys to walk on this planet. He was from Germany and brought several ideas on how to train a guy into anything. He was introduced to the crowd as the teenager that wanted to experience every despicable sex act that exists. The Kid was being inspected like a piece of meat, or a breeding mare at an auction. He looked to be younger than ever, I am sure the guys thought they had a high school kid. I saw a whisp of a cloud come out of the kids mouth, I figured he had already hit a pipe. They led the Kid over to the Sling with the restraints. He had a smile on his face as he climbed into it. They helped him get settled and then began tying off the kids arm and legs. His legs formed a Nice V and his arms were stretched out and up. The way this sling was setup there was a wide strap that came around the stomach and held the victim in place. The legs could also be adjusted to be pulled over the head of the person to expose the ass more. The Kid was ready to have his ass bred and wrecked by the most degenerate guys to walk the planet.

Chapter 2 He said it was so much fun he was still craving more He said it was so much fun he was still craving more. I told him that the bath houses in the next town were a fun place to go if he wanted to try again. I told him to think it over and let me know. He called texted me the next morning and said he needed to talk to me. I texted back and said I would be home after 6 and able to talk. He called me right at 6, I wasn’t sure what he was so anxious to talk about. He told me that he really need to get more up his butt and would do anything to get it. I knew then that he was really hooked on the Chemsex. I asked him if he looked at the website on the paper he put in his jeans after the party. He said no that he forgot about it and put his cloths in the wash and the paper was destroyed. I texted him the information and logon details and told him to look. On that site was video clips and pics of what all he got into. It showed him getting booty bumps, slammed, fucked by the Cruel condom on the dildo and how pink it was. It also showed him sucking cock for both cum and piss, taking cocks up the ass including the two cocks with the Bio Hazzard tats on them. All the face parts were blurred out. We did have the originals incase he wanted to see his face in them. He called me back less than an hour later. He said that was hot and wanted it again. I told him in a month but if he wanted to get some action try the baths in the next town. One is clean and pretty much vanilla play. The other has a rep of being sleazy and really wild. I asked the kid if he was keeping the hair off his pubes. He said yes, smooth as a babies bottom. I told him that at either lace if he walked around naked he would get lots of action because he looked like a teenager and guys go for that. I didn’t tell him that in the sleazy one he would be considered only a piece of meat and all the guy would be ripping his ass up. There are guys there that lean toward the molesting side and he would be prime meat. He asked me about drugs. I told him at the upscale one probably not, at the sleazy one drugs are all over the place, trying to avoid them is the trick. I didn’t tell him that at the sleazy one all sorts of STIs and HIV+ unmedicated guys go there. He told me that his girl friend was going to be out of town for a couple weeks and he had a four day weekend coming up. I told him to let me know what he wanted to do.

Part Nineteen I woke up to my ass being eaten out. It wasn't John, because the fucking tongue felt like a tongue and not a small dick unto itself. But whoever it was had skill, what they lacked in girth they made up for in enthusiasm, which was turning me on despite myself. I was blindfolded and my arms were bound above my head, it took me a second to realize my legs were not tied and in fact, spread willingly. I groaned which must have let them know I was awake. I felt someone lightly slap my face, “Hey Ace, you with us?” Sammy's voice sounded so fucking pleasant, I wondered how much shit this kid had gotten away with over the years because he looked and sounded so innocent. “Stop,” I moaned as that tongue probed deeper. “Awww, that's not what you were saying a little bot ago,” Sammy said with a laugh, I heard a click and then my voice coming from a speaker. “Harder...fuck yeah...deeper...deeper...” I said that? “See? Just like you told me. The more aggressive and demanding the top is, the more they secretly want to be fucked.” “No!” I screamed, trying to clench my ass shut. But I was still drugged and the poppers I just woke up from had left me dazed and weak. And also, it felt amazing getting eaten out. “Still some fight in you, that's cute.” Sammy's voice now had an edge. There was silence, save the slurping of the mouth on my ass and I began to worry. I felt something wet and cool on my arm and the smell of alcohol. “Little prick,” Sammy said and I felt a sharp pain in my arm for a moment. “What the fuck,” I screamed, “What did you just...” and my world slid sideways. There was a warmth moving through my arm and then into my chest. The moment it felt like it hit my heart my whole world changed. My mind went into a haze, warm, soft haze where nothing was wrong. Suddenly I was cooing about the tongue up my ass because it felt so fucking incredible. I tried to talk but all I could do was slur as I spread my legs wider. The blindfold was removed and I looked up and saw Sammy smiling down at me, “Better?” I could feel drool slipping down my cheek as I nodded. He reached up and unfasten my arms and I fell back onto the bed completely, “Not going to need that are we?” I heard his words but they made little sense to me, fuck that tongue felt good. “You like that? You like being eaten out?” I nodded, closing my eyes in ecstasy. “Then you should thank him.” I looked up between my legs and I saw Josh down there, smiling back at me. Josh? Fucking Josh? Low man Josh? Party slut Josh? He was eating me... He dove back in and I moaned as my worries vanished as I felt touch me deep inside. “And a couple more friends wanted to say hey too...” I glanced over and saw the rest of the house naked, standing there stroking their cocks. I had fucked and each and every one these guys, Made them beg for it, made them love it, I had twisted all of them. And they were looking at me like I was lunch. Chad walked over, cock in hand and turned my head towards it, “Suck my cock bitch.” I wanted to refuse, I wanted to fucking spit on it...but Josh's tongue was so fucking good and I was feeling so mellow...I opened my mouth and felt him slide his cock across my tongue. “Get to it cunt.” The name moved something inside me and I began to roll my tongue over his cockhead, relishing the taste of his precum. “Holy shit,” Chad exclaimed, “He's really going at it.” Sammy grabbed my hair and made eye contact with me, “That's cause you like it, don't you?” The question confused me, I didn't want to like it...but couldn't remember why. In fact all I could feel was fucking pleasure and more pleasure and I didn't want it to stop. I nodded slightly as I worked the shaft of the cock. I heard the other guys cheer as Sammy let go of my head and let me get back to work. “Yeah work that fucking cock,” Chad muttered as he forced more of his cock into my mouth, “I used to fucking destroy pussy before I met you. I had a girlfriend and a fucking sidepiece...” his cock kept forcing past my tongue until hit the back of my mouth, “You remember, got me high...fucked me five times that night until I didn't know which way was up?” His head was pushing down my throat and I felt panicked for a moment but Josh licked harder and my eyes went to the back of my head. “Yeah...you fucking had me so fucked up I was crying for your cock...made me question my fucking mind.” His cock started to push down my throat and I could hear him groan, “And now you're just a hole for my cock...you like that? You like that cunt?” All I could do was gag but he didn't care, he positioned in and out of my mouth harder and harder until I felt his shaft pulse and shot after shot of hot cum was forced down my throat. He pulled back so he could spray my tongue, “Eat my load bitch, that's what bitches do...eat it.” Slowly I swallowed his load, shame burning through me. This wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be doing this... Another wave of fucking perfection floated through me and I gulped the whole load down. Honestly it wasn't that bad... “Hey!” a hand slapped my face. I looked over and saw Paul with his throbbing cock, “Open.” There was a memory of not wanting this...but I just did it and it hadn't been so bad... I leaned forward and started to service the cock in front of me, wondering if he was going to taste as good as the last guy.

Part Twelve After a long shower and another quick fuck, Sammy and Eli joined me downstairs to share a joint and to strategize. “So how do we get John?” Sammy asked, taking a long drag. “Yeah, I am dying to hear this,” Eli said, taking the joint from his brother. “John is going to be involved, first thing we need to do is find a reason for him to be off the grid for a few days.” “Why?” Sammy asked. “Because it's going to take at least three days to break John, and we can't be worrying that your parents or whatever are going to be asking where he is.” “Three days?” Eli asked shocked, “Why so long?” I took a hit and passed it to Sammy, “Because John isn't like the two of you, he's going to take a lot more work.” “Like us?” Sammy asked. I nodded, “Both of you already had needs, they were just buried under ego and societal expectations.” Sammy looked at Eli shrugged, “I didn't know I wanted this.” “Exactly, you guys had this inside, John doesn't. John is a full blooded alpha. He likes being in control, he doesn't have a deep seated desire to be dominated. I mean he may in fun, like being tied up by a girl or blindfolded, but in the end he will always be in control. He doesn't like losing it, so it won't be as easy as you two.” “If he doesn't want it, then what are you going to do?” Sammy asked. “I am going to break him, hard. That takes time, and all of it uninterrupted. Once we start we can't have him sobering back up to take a phone call and then put him under again. He needs to be put down and then he needs to stay that way until he gives in.” Sammy cocked his head, “What are we going to do to him?” “Well first, we need a cover story for him to be away for a weekend.” “Our parents have a cabin by Lake Travis, we can say we're going there to fish and just have a guy's weekend.” Sammy nodded, “Yeah, if we tell him it's like a Parker brothers weekend, beer, weed and fishing, he'd go for that.” “He'd go for it if you asked,” Eli added, “He does whatever you ask.” Sammy smiled, “I'm the baby, I get whatever I want.” Eli rolled his eyes, “Don't remind me.” “Ok, so you guys can get hi to agree to this? A weekend in bumfuck?” They both nodded. “Perfect, so that will shut your parents and his friends up. Now we need a reason for him to swing by here first.” Eli and Sammy looked at each other and smiled, “Pussy, lots of it.” “If you have girls on tap, he will be here with bells on.” I looked over at Josh and Tony, who were playing Fortnite, “Hey guys, how many chicks can you get here this weekend?” Neither one looked up, “Um, all of them, why what's up?” “We need to have a party this weekend, and there needs to be girls on display.” Josh looked up, “You have a job?” I nodded, “Yep, I need the party as cover.” Tony looked over, “Anyone you're willing share?” “If we can tame him? Oh yeah.” He looked at each other and smiled, “Yeah, we can get as many girls here as you want.” “Enough to make it look like a target rich environment, but not so many that we can't control the flow of traffic.” Tony nodded, “Got it.” I looked back to the brothers, “That work?” “Can we sell John on a party with a ton of girls?” Sammy chuckled, “Yeah, I think we can handle that.” “Cool, I need to call my guy. I don't have any liquid molly, how much does your brother weigh?” “Um, 265 I think,” Eli answered, “Why?” “Because we don't want to over do it. Hey Tony, you remember how much we gave Scott the one time we injected him?” “I think it was 110 mg.” “100 at first, “Josh corrected him, “Then we gave him another 20 booster when he started coming down.” “Sounds good, if we get two 100mg doses, the first will out him under fast, and we can use the other 100 to keep him there all weekend.” “Isn't that dangerous?' Eli asked. “Look, we want to fuck your brother, not kill him. He's too big for us to just slip him a pill, that shit could take up to an hour to affect him and that's too long. We need something that will knock him on his ass almost instantly, he's a big boy, we aren't going to hurt him.” “So we get him here, then what you just stick a needle in him?” That made me laugh, “No, we dose his drink a little, when he's lightheaded we get him upstairs and then we stick him. Once he's under we'll tie him up and get to work.” I could see Sammy was hard from here. “So then we fuck him?” “Patience,” I said, putting my hand over his bulge, “This is going to be a multi step process. We need to dose him, get him into it, and then keep him on the edge until he can't remember what it's like not to be fucked.” “Yeah it's a trip,” Tony said, still playing the game. “At first you're out of it and don't know what's going on but then it goes on for so long, you kind of just accept it and after awhile, you like it. A lot.” “You did it to him?” Eli asked. “Yep, Tony used to be a grade A pussy chaser, didn't you Tony?” “Fuck yeah, tore that shit up.” Eli looked at me, “And now?' “Tony, turn that shit off and get over here.” Tony dropped the controller instantly and stood up. He was another striker on the team, 6'5”, fucking built like fucking moose, not so handsome but his body more than made up for it. He looked like one of those guys who would just kill you for looking at him wrong, because outside of this house he was exactly like that. He walked over and stood in front of me. “What the fuck are you waiting for?” He blushed and then got down on his knees, his hands fumbling for my shorts. Eli and Sammy watched as this mountain of a man fished my cock out and started serving me there, on the living room floor, in front of everyone. He made slobbering noises as he slurped my cock like it was a tootsie roll pop. Sammy openly rubbed his cock thought his shorts, watching this beast humiliate himself by licking the underside of my balls. Without even looking he reached over grabbed Eli's head and pushed it down into his lap. Eli moaned as he mouthed his little brother's cock through the material. “See?” I said, like it was the most normal thing in the world to have two guys service you, “With guys like Eli it's easy, he craves this shit. But Tony here,” I grabbed a chunk of hair and pulled his face up. His mouth was open and drool fell from his side of his mouth as he looked at me with hunger, “Tony here had to be broken and shown what he was put here for. Weren't you Tony?” Tony nodded. “Tony was an alpha before he met me. Now what are you Tony?” “Your cunt,” he answered automatically, “I'm your muscled cunt.” I let him go and he went straight back to my cock like a nursing puppy. “This is what we're going to train John to be. But you have to trust me, it's going to take time and patience.” Sammy and I looked over and saw Josh standing there, watching Eli service his brother, “Can I help?” Sammy pushed Eli back and undid his shorts, freeing his cock, “If you guys can share.” Both Josh and Eli fought for that cock, each one taking a side and licking it up and down, as Sammy looked on with pride. He was becoming quite the little dom, if I do say so myself. The week I spent all of my free time setting the weekend up. I got in touch with my supplier who gave me two syringes of liquid molly, some more liquid THC, five laced joints and a bottle of extra strength poppers that could stun an ox if I wanted to fuck it. I cleared out my room, making sure the bed was secure and that the frame was reinforced because I could believe that if John tried he might be able to cause enough damage to get free. The cherry on my little rape it though was a ventilator mask. It belonged to a CPAP machine but I modified it so now it was connected to the poppers. All I had to do was slip this over his mouth and nose and I could adjust how much poppers to air he was receiving. This should make it nearly impossible for him to be able to get his feet under him to resist. We bought the party supplies but I made sure to get a huge bottle of 190 proof Everclear with a long neck. This was going to be my stop gap when I thought he had too much Molly in his system. Once I had this all set up I went over the plan one more time with Sam and Eli. Eli had brought up the fishing trip, which John had agreed to and then Sammy bitched he didn't want to go because of the party we were throwing. “I told him this was my chance to score with college girls and he laughed and said I had no shot, but we could go anyways,” Sammy told me after school, “He bought it hook, line and sinker.” “Dude, when did you get so good at lying?” I asked. “I've always been a good liar. My parents think I'm a fucking angel, my teachers think I am a model student, trust me, the world sees one thing when I am completely different.” “You're a fucking sadistic fuck,” I said tweaking his nipples. “And you love it,” he said leaning over and kissing me. I don't know if I've mentioned it, but this could fucking kiss. I mean it was soft but aggressive, insistent but not overbearing. It was one of those kisses you got so into you weren't sure when it was over or not. If I knew it wouldn't go to his head I would have asked his secret, but there was no way I was giving this kid any more fuel for that fire. The only other thing that happened that week was I got home from practice and found Eli getting spitroasted by Tony and Scott in the living room. It was hot to see the squeaky clean Eli, who just last week had a girlfriend and a promise ring being grudge fucked by two jocks in broad daylight. I played through and fucked a load into him as well, I swear when we were done I think we were more out of breath than he was. It wasn't until Sammy came over and made him ride his cock on the couch that Eli finally let up. He was becoming the perfect little sub. Friday rolled around and the house was abuzz with energy. The guys were fired up about the party but they were also interested in my project. They had all taken a good look at John the time he was over and they all wanted a crack at that alpha jock's ass. Most of the team showed up and then the girls, by the time the Parkers showed up the party was in full swing. “Told you we were gonna be late!” Sammy said as they walked in the door. John looked around the room and I could see him give the room a sweep, his radar looking for who he wanted to fuck tonight. I'm sure I don't have to explain to you how popular we were right? I mean lacrosse players are like a hybrid baseball and football player. We had toned, firm bodies but more mass than baseball guys had because the sport was a lot more contact than not. So the girls that showed up to climb our cocks were not ugly by no means, and John could tell that at first glance. He saw me and gave me a nod as they walked over. “Nice party,” he said in that bro tone of voice. I looked around, “It's ok, it'll get wilder the later it gets.” He smiled, “Oh yeah?” I smiled back at him, “Oh count on it.” “What's on tap?” “You all want beer? We have vodka and rum too.” “Beer is fine,” John said and Eli and Sammy said the same. I went to the fridge and pulled out two beers and the special one I had whipped up for John. It had the same amount of THC that Eli's Mountain Dew had but John was pure muscle and had an easy 60 pounds on his little brother, so all it would do is loosen him up and make him super buzzed...but not comatose. I had three of these ready, by the third he would be stumbling and slurring, and easy target to get upstairs. I proposed a toast and made sure they all took a long drink before looking around for our trap. “Betty!” I called out to a fucking gorgeous blond with tits that defied gravity, “Have you met the Parker brothers? This is Sammy, Eli...” John held his hand out, “I'm John.” She looked him up and down, “I am sure you are.” They both laughed and she moved closer to him, “You on the team?” “Lacrosse? Nah I'm football baby.” She cooed, “I love football!” “Oh yeah?” he said putting her arm around her. She smiled as he led her over to the couch to talk. “Is she cool?” Sammy asked me. “She comes over sometimes to peg the guys with her strap on. Trust me, she is super cool.” They both watched as their brother sat down with her, thinking he was talking up some random hot chick. No idea she was as twisted as I was when it came to power plays. “She's probably gonna wanna watch us do him at some point, but for now she'll make sure he's drinking and relaxing.” “So what do we do?” Sammy asked, too excited to hide it. “You could go cruise college chicks, I bet you could score one easy.” He rolled his eyes, “Chicks are easy, I want a challenge.” God this kid was liquid sex. “Then chill out, go play COD with the guys and wait for your brother to get wasted.” Eli wandered over to Tony and Josh, who welcomed him like he was part of the team and not jut a cum bucket they used all week while Sammy sat down and grabbed a controller. And I just watched.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

I think it’s really hot. I wish I could find more videos of actual father and sons fucking around. I think as long as both are consenting then it could be so hot. My dad is rumored to have fucked over 500 women and still has it going on. When I was growing up I was so curious about his size because he tends to be very guarded about sexual stuff. Finally when I was in high school we went to a local pool with a huge open changing room and I saw him strip down. He has a really nice thick tool with huge balls. And that was just seeing him soft. He has to be over 8” when hard. I was insecure at the time because I’m more of a grower than a shower but I’m glad I had that experience or else I’d be wondering what he was packing down there until this day. Out of my two brothers and myself, I think my dick is the closest to my dads in terms of size and shape. I think nudity and jacking off with your dad or brothers could be a really cool bonding experience and helps everyone feel comfortable with their bodies. Unfortunately that’s not the environment I was raised in but I really think more people should be honest and open about it. And should post more vids online