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“Alright so,” Nick said setting two more beers on the table, “If the first couple guys were college age, how did you get into daddies?” “Well, its not as hot as Mac leaving you his number and then fucking the shit out of you, but… I was home for Christmas and after four days with no one to talk to but my family I was horny as fuck and started trolling Grindr…” “I’m sensing a theme.” “Fuck you.” Nick raised an eyebrow smirking, Luke pretended like he hadn’t seen and went on, “I planned originally to just send some naughty texts and get off, but then this guy who was super close by messaged me. He was so fucking hot. Dad bod, total bear, with this big beard. We started talking, and I realized he was in the neighborhood like three streets away. So we get to the exchanging pics part. I send him some cute shirtless pics, and a photo of my ass, and he sends back this big thick cock that I shit you not was like a fucking tall boy. You ever see a cock, and think I need to get fucked by that right now?” “Absolutely.” “This was the first time I’d experienced that… and I just said yep, I’m going over there. I told my parents some lie like I was going to a friend’s house for a while and basically ran to this guys house. We were all over each other as soon as I got in the door. We were on his couch making out, and dry humping. He pulled off his shirt and I ran my hands through his chest hair. Guys at college had had hair, but not like this. I couldn’t get over how good it felt. Then he pulled off my shirt and I got to feel our chests pressed together. I swear I almost came right there. “He dragged me into the bedroom, and we both got naked. His cock looked even bigger in person, and we were both dripping precum like crazy at that point. He got me on the bed and face fucked me for a while, and then started playing with my ass. I was begging him to breed me. I wanted to go to bed that night knowing his big fucking load was deep inside me. He got me on my back, my legs on either side of his belly, and fucked me. Like really truly fucked me. I ended up shooting all over myself just from him using me right before he came. After that… well if a guy is over the age of 50 and has a fat cock I am interested. Not that I won’t hook up with younger guys but… the daddys are where its at for me.” “I’m not the only one who can tell a story, shit Luke… not as hot as Mac picking me up? That was fucking hot.” “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure. “Ok… well I’ve been wondering. You know you describe Brett and Mac, I’m assuming you’ll describe more guys in the journal. I ever found one of the polaroid’s that I think was Brett.” “Yeah.” “You never describe yourself. What were you like then?” “I guess it being my journal I never thought to describe myself, I didn’t envision anyone ever reading it.” “True.” “But… um… lets see. I think around that time I had this floppy hair, like Mark Hamill in the first Star Wars, and these long sideburns which were considered hot at the time. I remember being so proud that I’d finally frown chest hair that I would wear anything that would possibly show it off. And that was even more true after I came out. Anything that showed off my chest hair, or made my butt look rounder or my cock more obvious. Jeans were really tight then so that helped.” He laughed. “And a big ol’ bush I’m guessing.” “You guess right… everyone had a lot of pubes then. It was a hairy decade,” more laughter, “these days I’m a little more trimmed but I never got into the whole shaved thing. I like looking down and seeing my pubes pressed on a guys ass when I’m fucking him.” “That does sound like something to see.” “Is that something you want to see?” They both paused, having walked up to the line again. Nick took the plunge and pulled out his phone. “Here, Brett took this of me fucking that college boy.” He handed the phone to Luke. Luke was nervous but he wanted to look, after everything he’d read and imagined he needed to know. A video was playing on Nick’s phone. Shot from above, a round perky bubble butt with a light dusting of hair took up most of the frame, but sliding between the cheeks was a wide rock hard cock. It burst forward from a thick nest of pubes, trimmed down but still wild and uncontrolled. The sounds was off but Luke could imagine the sounds of ecstasy the bottom must be making as that beautiful shaft plunged in and out of his hole. Luke watched the whole video, his cock now hard as it had ever been. The video ended and Luke handed back the phone. “Fuck, that is so hot… you’ve got a beautiful cock… if that’s not weird to say.” “Again… I walked in on you masturbating to my sexual awakening story… I think we’re past weird into uncharted territory.” “True, and I guess you’ve already seen my cock so I don’t have anything to share in return. Unless…” “Unless?” “You want to see a video of me getting fucked?” “I think that would be good reciprocation.” “Alright hold on.” Luke pulled up the hidden album on his phone and found a good one. He turned the phone to Nick. The camera was being held by the top as he fucked Luke so it bounced around a lot, but Nick got a good view of two round fur covered cheeks, a pink hole stretched around a nice large cock, and a hungry bottom thrusting back. Neither of them had noticed it happen, but Nick’s hand was resting on Luke’s thigh. When the video ended the both sat frozen for a moment, and electric spark cracking between then. Nick’s hand slid along Luke’s leg to it reached his groin and then squeezed his bulge. Luke moaned. In synchronous movement they both leaned forward and softly their lips touched. It was tentative at first, breathless, and then grew as they gained confidence. Their lust overwhelmed sense and propriety. They both knew, right then, that their night was going to end with Luke’s warm wet hole stretched and filled with his uncle’s hot load. There was nothing either of them could do now to change that, nor did they want to in the least. They broke apart and looked around the room. No one here knew them. No one knew the line they had just crossed. They both looked at each other in silence, an almost visible bold of electricity crackled between them. Luke made the move this time. He got off of his stool and stood between Nick’s legs. He thrust his crotch into his uncle’s groin, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him. This time there was no trepidation. Nick’s mouth opened and his tongue slipped into Luke’s mouth. Luke pulled himself closer, one hand on the back of Nick’s head keeping them locked together. Nick’s hands first held Luke by the small of his back, then slid down, one coming to rest on his ass. Luke slipped a hand between them and ran it along Nick’s chest till he found a nipple. He twisted and squeezed causing Nick to let out little gasps and breaths as the kissed. They were both completely hard and ground their erections together through the thin fabric of their shorts. Nick pulled back, dragging his teeth along Luke’s lip, biting a little before letting go. The boy moaned and closed his eyes. Nick squeezed his ass, feeling the meat of the boy’s plump cheeks. Luke opened his eyes and looked at Nick squarely. His eyes now had a fire behind them. Before they had been bright and shining, warm even, now there was the brilliant flicker of flame that could only be stirred by lust. Luke darted forward and planted another wet kiss on Nicks mouth before retreating once more, leaning close to Nick’s ear. “We should get out of here,” he whispered. “Yes… unless you want me to fuck you right here in this bar.” “If this was that kind of bar you could have me on the table.” “Fuck, let’s go.” They broke apart. Both attempted to hide their erections in their shorts, neither of them doing a very good job. On the way out of the bar the lesbian at the door gave them a knowing look, she’d seen it thousands of times before. Two men come in, trying to seem casual, have two drinks and then find they need to be somewhere more private in a hurry. If only she knew the whole story… this one might actually have been new to even her. They walked around the back of the hotel parking lot, realizing that their obvious hard-ons were not entirely appropriate for the hotel lobby. Nick used his key card to let them in the back door by the parking lot. He couldn’t keep his hands off Luke’s body, at every opportunity he grabbed an arm or a handful of the boy’s ass. Luke held his own, turning and grabbing Nick’s face as soon as they were round back of the hotel and massaging his uncle’s cock through his shorts while he unlocked the door. They careened into the elevator, Nick practically slamming Luke against the wall and kissing him as soon as the doors closed. Both of them jumped a few seconds later at the ding of the door, expecting someone else to get on, not realizing at first that this was their floor. It was then a mad dash down the hallway, hand in hand, to Nick’s room. They tumbled in, and slammed the door shut. Now, alone again, they stood for a moment facing each other. They were both a little out of breath, looking hungrily at the other. Nick took a step forward, and closed the small distance between them. He brought one hand up to the back of Luke’s head, pulling him close, and slid the other round to the small of his back. He drew the cute college jock into him. He felt the young man’s muscles tense with excitement as their mouth met once again. The lust had died down for a moment, a wave of passion crashed over them. This kiss was more controlled, less frantic. Nick was calling the shots now. He held Luke’s head at the right angle, he kept their stomachs pressed together with a genital pressure, and slowly his tongue explored Luke’s mouth. Luke felt himself melt. He vanished into that kiss. In that moment it was all he needed. It was like oxygen to him, and if the kiss stopped he would cease to exist. He raised up onto his tip toes, bringing their faces level, and wrapped his arms around the back of Luke’s neck. They were one creature of passion and lust. Nick’s hands began to explore again, both of them grasping Luke’s ass. He squeezed and played with the firm flesh. He slid one hand down the back of Luke’s shorts, felt the thick elastic of the old jock, and then the warm furry mounds hidden below. Luke moaned into Nick’s mouth, and stuck his ass out behind him, giving Nick better access. Nick slid one finger down Luke’s crack, dragging it across his eager hole, and then took his hands from the boy’s pants – he was going to take his time. He grabbed the bottom of Luke’s shirt and pulled it off over his head. He smelled the heavy musk of a man who had worked in the heat all day emanating from Luke’s pits as he did so and it made his cock throb. Luke practically tore the shirt off of Nick, dragging it over his head and throwing it into a corner. He buried his fingers in the dense fur that covered his uncle’s chest, playing lightly over his nipples again. Nick leaned his head back and moaned, and the sensitive flesh of his nipples hardened. Nick kissed his way along Luke’s jaw bone, licking the dried salty sweat from his skin. He lapped at Luke’s ear, eliciting another whimper of pleasure. “What do you want,” he whispered. “You know what I want.” “No, say it. I need you to say it.” He held the back of Luke’s neck firmly, keeping him in place, his tongue still playing around the edges of the boy’s earlobe. “I want you to fuck me,” Luke whispered back. “What else?” “Breed me, I want you to breed me. Nick, I want your load inside me. I want you to fuck me till you cum deep inside me hole. I want to be full of your cum. Please, fuck me!” “Good boy. Uncle Nick is going to take care of you. I’m going to fill you with so much cum my load is still going to be leaking out of you tomorrow night.” Luke shivered against Nick’s body, pressing himself into the older man. He felt Nick’s chest hair rub against his own, he felt the heat of Nick’s body radiating out, he felt the firmness of Nick’s cock pressing into him. He kissed Nick again, hungry again. He probed into Nick’s mouth with his tongue. As he did, his hands drifted down Nick’s broad back till they rested on the band of his running shorts. Luke felt the two big firm round mounds of flesh Nick had squeezed into the back of his little shorts. No wonder Brett was unable to resist this ass, it felt perfect. Luke slipped his fingers under the waistband and felt nothing, Nick had nothing on under his shorts. Luke couldn’t help himself he pushed Nick’s shorts to the ground. He felt the slick head of Nick’s cock smack into his stomach leaving a smear of precum in its wake. Luke didn’t need to be told what to do next. He dropped to his knees and found himself presented with a long, thick, beautiful cock sprouting from a well kept bush. He fondled the low hanging balls that swung beneath this beauty. They felt hot and firm in his hand, as if they were ready to burst. He kissed the head gently, Nick’s precum was sweat, with a sight tang of salt after. Luke lapped around the engorged head of Nick’s cock, flicking his tongue over the slit and round the edges of the bulbus mushroom tip. He traced the protruding veins down the shaft as they made their winding way to be base with first his fingers and then his tongue. Nick let out a little gasp of pleasure and Luke bent his head down and swallowed both of Nick’s balls. He pulled the both into his mouth, sucking hard. Nick groaned and grasped onto the back of Luke’s head. He held the him by his hair, keeping his pressed into his crotch. Luke breathed through his nose, inhaling the scent of Nick’s crotch. “Take your shorts off,” Nick said between moans. Luke let first one ball then the other from his mouth and shifted back onto his heels. He shimmied out of his shorts and kicked them away. He came back and in one move swallowed Nick’s cock to the base. “Oh FUCK!” Nick roared, thrusting his cock deeper into Luke’s mouth. Luke grabbed Nick by the ass and pulled him as deep into his throat as possible. He couldn’t breathe, but he swallowed and sucked till his body forced him to cough up Nick’s cock and take a gasping breath. Thick ribbons of spit connected Nick’s cock head to Luke’s open mouth. After mostly catching his breath Luke dove back in, chocking himself again. When he came back up again Nick dragged him to his feet and kissed Luke as he panted and tried to catch his breath. Nick held the boy under his armpits, and spun him around. He backed Luke up onto the bed and pushed him back. Luke fell onto the mattress flat on his back with his ass still mostly off the bed. Nick no longer carried himself as the fun, charming man he had been an hour ago, he pushed Luke’s legs apart with an animalistic ferocity that made Luke weak. He pulled the straining precum soaked jock from Luke’s body and tossed it onto the bed. Now free Luke’s cock stood straight up from his body. Nick admired the boy’s member, it was not unlike his own. Long, and broad with a flat upper side. The big mushroom tip was purple with blood, and several veins snaked down the shaft throbbing. For the first time in his life Nick wondered if his brother’s cocks were similar, was there a family resemblance. He took Luke’s cock by the base and gave it several slow strokes. Even more precum pumped out. Nick lapped it up. He licked from the base of Luke’s cock to the tip, and not to be outdone he swallowed the whole thing in one move. He stuffed his nose as far into Luke’s sweaty crotch as he could. He breathed deep through his now, inhaling the scent of sweat, and cum, and lust. Luke had turned into a babbling fool. He had both hands behind his head and was moaning incoherently as Nick sucked his cock. Nick bobbed his head up and down, running his lips across the whole shaft. He slapped Luke’s cock on his tongue a couple of times and licked back down the shaft. He ran his tongue around Luke’s balls, bringing out more moans. Then he got Luke’s ankles on his shoulders and pushed up. Luke was folded in half, his knees in his chest, and his ass exposed. It was a beautiful ass. Brown hair grew out across the muscular cheeks, and swirled around a pink winking hole. Nick pushed his tongue inside it. More groaning, and thrashing. Nick flicked his tongue back and forth, feeling Luke’s hole quickly open. He hadn’t been lying about not being an amateur. Luke’s hole quickly became soft and pliable under assault from Nick’s tongue. He grunted and begged as his uncle tongue fucked his hole open. “Fuck that feels so good Nick! This is so fucking hot. Please, I need it, fuck me.” Nick looked at Luke between his legs. “You want my cock?” “God! Yes! Fuck! I want it so bad. Please, please! Fuck me.” Nick pushed himself up, and pressed Luke’s legs even further back. He spat once directly into Luke’s now winking hole and once into his hand. He smeared the spit all over his cock and then moved forward. He held Luke’s ankles firmly and lined his cock up. Luke whimpered just feeling the big organ against his hole. “You ready?” “Yes, fuck me.” “Good boy.” Nick pushed forward, and after a momentary resistance sunk the first few inches of his cock inside of Luke. I was happening, all the taboos had been broken. Nick was fucking his brother’s son, but they were bonded by that journal, by queerness in an unaccepting world, by the casual sexuality of gay men, and by as of yet unknown shared fetishes. Luke held still as Nick worked more of his cock in. He went slowly, retreating just a little ever few strokes to give Luke a moment. What Nick didn’t know is Luke was even more experienced than he guessed, the boy was in pig heaven, now all he needed was to feel Nick’s balls on his taint. Nick fucked slow at first, relishing in Luke’s tight yet accommodating hole. They both were shining with sweat already, and the room felt hot. It was like the air around them crackled with the sexual energy sparking between them. Luke grabbed Nick by the shoulders and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. Their tongues wrestled, darting from mouth to mouth. Nick felt finger nails run down his back, leaving long red lines in their wake. He wrapped his arms around Luke’s lithe body and hoisted him into the air. Luke locked his arms around Nick’s neck as he was swung up, still impaled on his uncle’s cock. They spun around and landed on the bed again with Nick in a sitting position and Luke straddling his lap. As soon as they hit the bed Luke began to grind, bouncing up and down on the fat dick stuffed inside him. They kissed yet more frantically, and Luke’s cock started to leave a large slick patch of precum on Nick’s stomach. They didn’t last long here. Nick soon had Luke on all fours on the bed, his hands on Luke’s hips. He slammed into Luke’s hole over and over again. Their bodies made a sweaty slapping sound as Luke got pummeled. “Oh fuck yeah, use my hole.” “You like my big cock boy?” “Yes! God! It feels so good.” “Your hole is perfect, its so tight but you can take cock with no problem.” “It just feels so good.” Nick thrust so hard he knocked Luke flat on his stomach. Momentarily empty, Luke looked back over his shoulder just in time to watch Nick toss him onto his back again in one easy move. This time they were centered down the middle of the bed. Luke’s ankles were on Nick’s shoulders. Nick was towering above Luke, a drop of sweat clinging to the end of his nose about to drop. The bead of salty liquid fell straight into Luke’s mouth, and he swallowed it immediately. Nick lined his cock up again, and much less gently this time, slid his back inside Luke. Gravity was helping now, and he was slapping into Luke’s hole hard. Luke was letting out low guttural grunts every time Nick’s cock bottomed out inside him. It sounded like someone was getting the spanking of their life. Luke knew what was coming. He had seen the same look in the eyes of plenty of guys at college. Nick was getting close. Nick screwed up his face trying to stave off the inevitable. He couldn’t. His balls tightened up, and his cock gave one big powerful throb and he let gravity pull him deep inside Luke. “Oh yes! Fill me up.” “Take my fucking load boy!” “Fuck.” Cum started to shoot from Luke’s cock. He spattered yet another load onto his chest, which already sported dried cum from earlier that day. Nick unloaded one of the biggest loads of his life. His cock pulsed over and over as rope after rope of cum was launched into Luke’s warm guts. They were both shuttering and shaking. Very slowly they came down from their orgasms. Nick’s cock deflated and plopped from Luke’s battered hole. Luke’s legs were slowly let down, and Nick flopped onto the bed next to him. They both lay there in bliss. Neither said anything, they didn’t need to. They felt content. Nick had been certain he would be filled with an overwhelming regret as soon as he came, but he wasn’t He felt good, the sex had felt good, and there was a bond now with Luke that couldn’t be explained. Luke’s heart felt like it would burst. The journal that had come to take over his imagination so quickly, he was a part of it now. He was not just a bystander in the story, a passive reader, he was a participant in Nick’s sexual story. He had The Author’s load inside of him at that very moment. They lay there, Nick’s fingers drawing a lazy pattern around Luke’s chest, in a happy silence for a long time. Eventually Nick said, “I guess you’ll probably need to go home. Your parents will wonder if you don’t come home.” “Wow, kicking me out? Your Uber’s downstairs,” Luke said teasingly. “Not in the least,” Nick planted a soft kiss on Luke’s lips, “But we should be kinda careful.” “I’ll just tell them I got drunk with a friend and am crashing with them. They wont mind.” “Do it and then come back to bed.” June 10th, 2011 At the advice of my uncle I’m starting a journal of my own; a next generation to go along with his. Nick’s journal is the story of his sexual awakening, how he understood his homosexuality, and became comfortable in that world. It starts with him and his best friend crossing a line and becoming more. So that is where I will start mine, with Nick and I crossing a line. As I write this I can practically feel the three massive loads Nick pumped into me last night. I let my uncle fuck me, more than that I wanted him to. I wanted to feel him unloading inside me, and as soon as I took that first forbidden load I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not by a long shot. As I left this morning, he kissed me by the door, and said: see you tonight. In a few hours I’ll be back in that hotel room, naked with the man who took over my fantasy life living out my own sexual freedom. So, how did this happen? How did I come to be full of my uncle’s load? It started when I found an old journal while cleaning out my grandfather’s attic. *This is not the end of Luke’s story, nor of Nick and Brett, nor the journal that started it all; but it is the end of this part. Thank you all for reading, and your encouragement to try something new and a little more intellectual than my usual lustful romps. I'm excited to bring you the next installment... and all of the things I've found researching gay life in 1970s NYC. -d *

I am partial to a massage so a few nights ago went on the web to look for a masseuse to go to and sort out muscle pain. I found one fella and booked in. I got there all very professional he asked me about my ailments and why a male masseuse. I mumbled something like they do a better job and he then asked me to strip. The masseuse was about late 20s, Turkish extraction, well built - the sort of guy I don’t bother with. Anyhow mid massage (he was good at his job) I got the impression he was quite turned on as he massaged my arse and I began to lift it up to present my wet hole. A few fingers slipped in which made me moan and present my hole. To my surprise he lent over and said ‘let me give you something your wife can’t’ and he then pushed his cock up my arse raw. I think I was more surprised he thought I had a wife (I am gay, I thought that was obvious, clearly not) and I milked his cock with my arse. He then told me my arse was very tight and not to worry as his cock was clean as I was. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was poz. Anyhow he carried on to my enjoyment but didn’t cum. I was massively turned on and my cock was rock solid. So I got off the bed and got him to bend over (by now he was naked) I rimmed his hole and licked his balls, they were now sloppy and wet and he was ready to take my daddy cock. He was really tight but after some persistence I entered him slowly and then worked myself into him balls deep. I then began to piston fuck his wet, oily hole over the bed. I couldn’t hold back and came deep in him. He asked if I had done that before, again I mumbled something like I don’t know what came over me, he laughed and said he wouldn’t tell, if I didn’t (I guess meaning my ‘wife’) I proceeded to dress. Anyhow he asked for payment and I paid my £65 for the massage and the bonus fuck. He didn’t sort my lower back pain but I had a great time. I’m considering going back again but tell him I’m gay and my status, I’m not too sure he will be as happy😈

Say you want my poz cock.” “I want it. I want your poz cock inside me.” He held the poppers under my nose longer. “Do you want me to put on a rubber? That could be fun.” I thought: But, the Crisco would break the condom. Ohhhh! Leon wants to “stealth” me. Flying on poppers, I managed to say, “Fuck my hole, Leon! Make sure to put on a condom. I’m neg!” “That’s what I like to hear. Hot neg jock boys who want poz daddies to lube them up and put on condoms.” I could hear a condom being taken out of its package. A few seconds later, I could feel Leon’s latex sheathed cock rubbing my hole. He took my hand and forced me to fell the rubber on his cock. “See! All safe.” He slammed it against my hole a few times then entered it, roughly. He pushed all the way into me to bottom out in my guts. “Ahhhhh!” I yelled. Leon once again pushed my head down onto the hood of the car as he mounted my hole. “FUUUUCK that’s big!” “Just wait a bit, Adam, you’ll loosen up for me.” Leon then started long-dicking me with his massive meat. “Stay still and let daddy fuck up that cute boy hole. Hit the poppers again if you need to. I’m taking this hole.” “Fuck!” I grabbed the brown bottle again and hit off it until my whole body tingled with warmth. I could feel Leon ram fucking my ass with his giant cock, but it didn’t hurt so much now. He fucked me like that for 10 minutes, deep drilling me, pushing my legs farther apart to the point that I heard my uniform pants zipper stretch and rip between my knees. Fuck this is hot! Leon pulled out a few times to punch my hole with his cockhead as he reentered me, grunting. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as he fucked me. “Stay still, boy, while I fuck you. I want to bruise up that pink hole of yours so that you’ll feel me all week.” He continued using his cockhead to bust my hole open roughly. I could sense Leon getting close as his grip on the nape of my neck tightened. I used my ass muscles to try to get more of his cock inside me. I heard a snap. “Adam. You’re neg, right?” “Yes, sir” I LIKE THAT PART VERY MUCH .... TURN ME SO ON !!! 🤪

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

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Question for the forum. Whats the longest stretch youve done when it comes to attending sex parties, going to bathhouses and the like? What I mean is, do you stay for the whole party/until the bathhouse closes then go to another one shortly thereafter? Reason I ask is that Im considering doing a two day trip to a city that has two bathhouses. Was thinking arrive, go to one, leave when my room time is up, sleep, then go to another, take a break and then head back to the first bathhouse. I kinda feel that I might be doing too much but at the same time my inner slut really wants to come out.

Ok - so last Friday I organised a hotel cumdump gangbang meet at the popular Cumdump Central hotel a few mins walk from Tottenham Court Road tube station (you know the one)! Room and this cumdump were all ready by 3pm, and I was online messaging some of the guys who were interested in dumping a load - as well as Grindr advertising this ass out for anyone to pump and dump in. 45 Minutes later, ass up on bed wearing a blindfold the door opened. First guy was there and within seconds had his cock pushing in my mouth. I could tell this guy knew what he wanted and was gonna take it. Within 30 seconds a nice fat cock had grown into a nice fat hard cock - thick and about 7" long. Tasted amazing, and he didn't want sucking off - he wanted to fuck face. And that's exactly what he did. A few minutes later he pushed me on my front - of course this arse stuck immediately in air showing him what he could have - and have it he did. Fucked hard and deep, and I could tell from the noises he was making he was enjoying it. And then...he stopped. Grabbing my hand he said "get in the bathroom" and led me in there. Pushing me to my knees in the shower, I knew what was coming. He pissed all over me - T Shirt, jock, socks all soaked - and then pushed his dick on my mouth and said "swallow" - before spurting even more hot piss, this time straight down my throat. Then he told me to bend over and fucked me some more in the shower before taking me back to the bed. Still dripping and stinking of piss he then fucked his load straight in my arse....and at this point I knew tonight was going to be one sleazy horny session. He left, and not long after a horny bear with a big thick dick turned up, and was joined shortly afterwards by another two horny bears - and a hung slim guy. These four then took it in turns tag teaming my arse and face for 6 hours!. And during those 6 hours, I dont think there was a minute my ass, face or both wasn't being stuffed and used. These guys had stamina. And of course, with Grindr ad up - and loads of other guys having my room details there were regular knocks at the door - or guys just walking in. Guys just looking for a slut to quickly fuck a load in - and that's exactly what they found. Every load taken adding to the spunk cocktail in my ass, getting more and more churned up and fucked deeper by cock after cock. Then after load number 7 - a tall, skinny black guy with a dick that was easily 10" long came through the door. He was long, thick and wanted to use every single inch of that cock. Made 100% sure that spunk was all pushed deep up my cunt before adding another huge load. Fucked some more by the bears and other guys, before I literally couldn't take any more - it was about 10.30 by this time and I remember just lying on the bed with a destroyed ass - a fucked, spunk filled wreck. Fell asleep as the last guy left, and woke up the next morning lying in a damp puddle of spunk....a LOT of spunk One of the best meets I've had - but leaves me craving more and more ;-)

I love being a hotel cumdump, love being ass up and blindfolded taking anon. Love when a guy cums back for 2nds or 3rds. Loves when a guy fucks the cum out of me. Love being a cumdump, I'm addicted to it.

An empty bathhouse is incredibly boring and rather depressing. I would focus on peak times when there’s likely to be action and get a cheap hotel room for impromptu hookups off the apps for the slower times.

Def not the only one thinking that!

Thanks man! And you’re right…about not rushing it. I want to do it right. These early chapters have a bigger purpose than being entertaining. But I also don’t want to have the story and the drive to write it recede to the back of my mind. That happened when I went to Texas, and it was so hard to bring it back. I will definitely write at least a little every day while on the cruise, so it stays fresh.

I got hard reading that. Knowing how long my seed stays inside a bottom is a massive turnon. I love when they tell me. I always imagine them fingering or toying their holes and thinking about my cock. Or thinking about, or even taking another cock — the important thing is that my sperm stays locked in his guts, every one of them trying to win that race. (Hard again.) So, for a top who's fucking into the second ring, it's about how it feels a little tighter. For a top who's just bred some ass, it's about how that bend is keeping his sperm where it belongs. Aw, and for a bi top... it might be like actually fucking a female balls deep. FSR I'm trying to shield you gold star men from thinking of the second ring "in that way", but that's what it is. And that's why I don't mind that pink spot I'm likely to get. That, and I know what I'm getting into when I fuck butt... it's part of the appeal, And, fuck, there's so much appeal,

Dude. This was incredible. Absofuckinglutely outstanding. This would make an absolutely incredible series. And don't rush anything. Before or after your cruise, we'll be here waiting, just the same.

For me it depends on a few things. If the action is good I will stay longer. If it’s at night and my wife is home I won’t be able to stay as long. Day time action is my favorite. Easiest time to sneak away from the wife.

My other half brought broached the topic of a 3way this week which isn’t at all like him. I thought it was just talk until he told me he had been talking to someone about it on an app. We kinda have an understanding that I have needs when he works away but he has said he doesn’t have those needs. Well it seems not he does and I’m good with that. Anyway a slim Asian guy in his 20’s came over this evening. My other half has said it’s always turned him on to have two bottoms who worship his cock and he can go between them. I thought why not. So this evening has been spent with a hot lad taking it in turns from my fiancé. Bit of sucking cock when it had been in his ass as well which was hot. I then did something I haven’t done in ages and have the lad my load. He was horny as hell.

Fuck, i got pregnant just reading this. For me, one of the really awesome things about a Top breeding me beyond that bend is He deposits His cum deep in a place where i seem to absorb it. i got bred yesterday by a FB i love, i held His seed for about 14 hours, but when it doesn't go beyond that bend, it eventually comes back out... which is sad to me, i never want to lose a drop of what comes out of a Mans cock and goes into me. For me, that's an advantage of piss, the quantity and consistency ensures it flows beyond the bend and deep into my gut where i absorb Him and i can always smell the difference in my pee after because His piss has impregnated me. Also, not all anatomy is the exact same measurements, some guys bend is closer than others. Here's a pic of what we are talking about:

I'm 7", but in real inches. I do hit this zone when I fuck some bottoms, especially if we're in a position where I can get really deep (like facing each other) and especially if he's a smaller man, like 5'8" or so. It feels good, though. "Second ring" is a decent term because it does feel a bit like the actual anus. It's nowhere near as tight, but it's just a little bit tighter than the rest of his guts. You could say, if you're bi like me, that it's like fucking a female for a depth of about an inch, enough to surround my head. I'm not long enough to break well past it, so it's more like a pocket, but my tip can get past it. I guess someone has to say this: the second ring can feel kinda rough or gritty, and, when I fuck that deep, I usually end up with a trace of pink on my head. The upside is that it feels fucking awesome knowing I've gotten that deep in his guts. (Come to think of it, breaking into a bottom's second ring is all upside.) It's even more awesome to shoot that deep, because my seed is getting blasted in a special region of his guts, and it's gonna stay inside him when I pull out, which is what I want. When I'm fucking for a long time it can get difficult to make myself cum. One trick I have is to pull way back, so I'm barely inside him and my corona (the ridge at the back of the head) gets to rub on his anus, where it's tightest. I can do that with the second ring, too — I slam balls deep and grind on him, giving really short jabs into that pocket. Basically, I give my cock extra friction to make it squirt. One more thing — bottoms don't seem to have any problem with getting fucked this deep. (Bottoms, TBH, can fuck up taking a cock in their ass in lots of ways.) It's technically dangerous to go past the second ring because the sigmoid colon isn't as tough as the rectum. But it never seems to hurt them when I do it, possibly because they have no control over what's happening.

Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.

*Author's Note* This installment is light on actual sex, but is very horny none the less and leading somewhere I hope you'll enjoy. -d Luke’s body convulsed, as cum splattered across his chest. His eyes however were locked on the figure in front of him. For a second he thought it was his dad; this man though was older, a little taller and more fit. Uncle Nick stood in a pair of running shorts and a tank top, seeming very large in the little attic. Luke scrambled to try and cover himself, though really, he thought, what was the point his uncle had just seen him ejaculate. He tucked his cock back into the old jock and grabbed his shirt from the floor. He pulled it on without wiping any of the cum from his torso making a sticky mess. “Luke, calm down. Its ok.” “I am so… fuck… look… um… its not… I… well.” “Luke… Luke. Its really ok. Certainly not the first time I’ve seen a guy cum, first time I’ve seen a family member but, really you’re fine. Is that my old jock?” “I… it was in this old box with a bunch of photographs and… and this journal which I guess is yours.” Luke’s heart was thudding in his chest. He knew he stunk of sweat and cum. He still didn’t have any pants on. “Here,” Nick said holding out Luke’s shorts, “Put these on. I guess we’ve got a lot to talk about.” Luke took his shorts sheepishly, and then scrambled around for his socks and shoes. Nick had taken a seat on an old trunk looking far more calm than Luke thought he should be. “Take a seat.” Nick patted the trunk next to him. Embarrassed, Luke now fully dressed sat down next to his uncle. Luke had never spent much time with Nick, he’d always lived far away, never came home for holidays or things like that. His grandfather’s funeral had been the first time Luke saw Nick in probably a decade. His uncle was objectively handsome in his mid-sixties. His hair was thick and still had flecks of deep brown in it, close cropped on the side and flopped over in the front. It was less conservative than Luke would normally expect for a man his age, the sides were clean and tight and there was height in the bangs. In fact, despite being older, Nick looked younger than Luke’s father. Luke knew why immediately… the gay brother knew how to take care of himself. His skin looked smooth and cared for, his clothes comfortable but hip and new. Straight would call him “well preserved” but Luke would have called him a silver fox, or a daddy. With all he now knew about Nick, Luke couldn’t stop his eyes drifting downward. He noticed the dark gray chest hair that exploded from over Nick’s tank top. The square chest, and pert nipples that pushed through thin fabric. His eyes fell to Nick’s crotch and saw an unmistakable bulge in the light fabric of his running shorts. “So, you found my journal.” “I… I didn’t intend to read it. I opened the box to sort through it and when I saw the pictures and the magazines I got curious.” “And the jock apparently.” “Well. Yeah. I like them. I wear jocks all the time, and I wanted… after I read the first few pages, that next day… I don’t know I wanted to feel like I was closer to the story. I hoped that it was the one Brett had given, well had given you, that first day.” I was stammering. My words falling out faster than I could think about them. “How far did you get?” “What?” “In the journal, how far have you read.” “Um… July 21st. I just started it when you… when you found me.” “Remind me, what is July 21st.” “Um… Brett eating Mac’s loads out of your hole.” “Mac… fuck… I haven’t thought about him in ages. Well I suppose you probably have questions.” “I mean mainly just how did I not know you are gay.” “That’s it?” Nick laughed, his face breaking into a big toothy smile, his head tossed back. “Wow, your nephew reads your journal where you described your sexual awakening in meticulous detail and his only question is how did he never know you were gay.” “I mean yeah, not like I need gay sex explained to me,” It was Luke’s turn to laugh. “We will come back to that. Alright. It’s not really a complicated story or a particularly unique one. About two years after Brett and I first got together I’d started living as an out gay person in New York. I came home at Christmas and wanted to tell the family. I made the mistake of telling your grandmother first and she reacted so poorly that I was terrified to tell anyone else. I think your dad guessed. I didn’t try to hide it too much, but we never really talked about it. After my mom reacted that way, I just pulled away from the family. There weren’t resources back then like there are not to help people guide their families through the coming out process. I probably… I wish I had tried harder. Ultimately giving up on her cost me my whole family. I lost contact with almost everyone. “Brett moved to San Francisco not too long after I came out. Without him, it felt like I had no family. I had friends in New York, but that distance showed us both how much we meant to each other. I followed him there less than a year later, and that’s where I stayed.” “Why didn’t you say anything after grandma died?” “I don’t know. Dad was so old, and I’m in my 60’s it just didn’t feel worth it to make things hard on the family or stir something up. I’ve made a whole life without them. I don’t need them. I guess that’s sad but it’s how a lot of guys my age ended up. Although, now I see that I’ve missed some things.” He looked Luke up and down, his eyes lingered on Luke’s chest, remembering the trim fur covered torso now covered by a thin shirt. “You could tell my dad. He was the coolest one in my family when I came out. My mom must have been in shock or something cause she just sat there but my dad just jumped right up and hugged me.” “That’s good to hear. Honestly. I’m really happy for you. The world is a completely different place. Christ, so much has changed since I wrote that journal. The freedom that I felt then, and then having it snatched away by a disease we didn’t understand. Fuck. I watched so many people just wither and… and now prep and everyone’s back to riding dick like it never happened. It’s amazing.” “What happened to Brett?” “What do you mean what happened… Fuck yeah if you didn’t know I’m gay you wouldn’t… he’s in SF right now with our dogs. We’ve been together for… forty years now give or take a few fights along the way.” “Seriously?” “Seriously, and he’s still just as fucking hot as he was then, just without the long blond hair and a few more wrinkles. And he still loves to eat another guys cum out of my ass.” “What?” “Luke, you’ve read literally pages upon pages about him fucking me, what point is it in pretending you don’t know what you know.” “I guess there isn’t really.” A long silent beat past before Luke said, “Why did you write it, the journal I mean.” “I started because I wanted to try and process what happened. I was lost after Brett fucked me for the first time. I didn’t know what it meant for my life, but I knew my life would be different. And, well, I kept writing it because that’s what I do. I’m a writer. Right after I moved to SF I got a job writing for a gay magazine. Then I did some time as a reporter and now I’m a novelist and contributing editor to another gay magazine. Chronicling my exploits just seemed like the most logical thing in the world at the time, plus it was fucking hot. We didn’t have the internet for porn. I had those magazines, and eventually I started talking photos, but at first all I had were my memories and what I wrote down. I jerked off pretty much every time I finished writing in that thing.” “I’ve shot so many loads reading this thing, and the other day after I…” Luke stopped but Nick nodded. “Go on.” Luke felt like the air in the attic was growing hotter by the second. “I, well, I was so horny after reading about the second time Brett fucked you that I found a guy on Grindr and went over to his place.” “What happened.” “He dumped a big fucking load in me, while I was wearing your jock.” “I’m glad to see that old thing is getting use again.” “I keep thinking about how hot it would be to get fucked by Brett in it.” “Well, stranger things have happened.” “Like walking in on your nephew right as he blows a load reading a journal you wrote in the seventies?” “Yeah, something like that. Look its hot as fuck up here, and I cant be bothered trying to move any of these things downstairs today. There’s a bar next to my hotel, lets go there and we can continue this conversation.” “Alright, yeah… I’m kinda filthy though.” “You could go home first if you want, but I personally don’t mind. I like it when a guy smells like he’s been working hard.” “Me too… alright, lets go.” “Aren’t you forgetting anything?” “What?” “The journal. You’ve enjoyed it so much don’t leave it behind.” Nick flashed a rather wicked looking grin, which after a beat Luke returned. He bent over to pack the journal back in the box. Nick wondered if Luke was intentionally bent at the hip, putting his ass on full display for Nick rather than kneeling down to pack. It was a good ass, Luke clearly had been spending a lot of time in the gym. Nick found himself wondering what his nephew’s hole would be like. Luke straightened up. “All set,” he said with the box under his arm. They drove separately, Luke following Nick’s rental car the twenty-minute drive to the hotel. He felt a mixture of excitement and nerves. There was clearly a charge sexual energy between them, how could there not be with how they had met. Luke’s cock was half hard the whole drive, wondering what was about to happen. For Nick’s part he found himself completely torn. He had already watched his college aged nephew cum all over himself. The boy was wearing his old jockstrap right now, and apparently had for days. His tight body, hairy torso and round bubble butt made him exactly the sort of boy Nick and Brett picked up in SF to this day, exactly the sort of boy he loved to breed, but this was his nephew. Nick parked around back of the hotel closer to his room door and walked around to find Luke standing waiting. Luke had been expecting a rather bland hotel bar, the kind that always seemed to be brand new but also five years out of date with the décor; however, they now stood facing a large neon pink sign reading “The Wide Receiver” and a rainbow flag fluttered overhead. “Your hotel is right next to a gay bar?” Luke said incredulously. “Why do you think I picked it. If I’m going to be back in this town for three weeks, on my own, dealing with my dad’s stuff, I need somewhere to get an easy drink that doesn’t require enduring drunk straights.” “Good point.” “You ever been?” “Here? No.” “Well, let’s go. You could probably use a beer after all that work in the attic.” Just inside the door sat the most wonderfully stereotypical lesbian gay bar bouncer imaginable. She sat, looking uncomfortable and put upon, on a tall wooden stool under the only bright light in the place. Her hair was a mix of gray and brown, cropped short and spiked a little in the front, still rocking the 1990’s boyband look. She wore a denim vest covered in patches and buttons, emblazed with an embroidered logo for the bar. She took their ID’s and flashed a halfhearted smile. Beyond her was a long rather narrow bar. Most of the left-hand wall was taken up with the bar, bottles glinting on glass shelves under multicolored Christmas lights haphazardly strung about. The right-hand side had tall tables set out with chairs on top of what clearly became a dance floor later. Little DJ lights danced back and forth aimlessly, throwing spinning colorful patterns across the few patrons perched at their tables while pop music with the bass turned all the way up thumped from the speakers. They both instantly loved it. They ordered two beers at the bar and then found a table in the corner to sit at. For a little while Nick told Luke about his life in SF more; what the gay scene was like, museums he and Brett enjoyed, drag performers they loved. Then it was Luke’s turn, what college was like, what he classes he would be taking in the fall, how he and his friends spent their free time. Now in a second location, with other people they both were a little less free with their sexual histories, feeling slightly self-conscious with the eyes of the public on them. All the while however, sexual tension bubbled, they each would make little references to hooking up, or some hot guy that worked at a store or bar, but neither pushing it too far. That is until Nick took the plunge saying, “So, who was this guy that you picked up the other day?” “Oh, um, this hot daddy I found on Grindr. Tall, big broad shoulders, hairy as fuck, and…” Luke was feeling bold and comfortable again, “with a really fat cock.” “Woof, pics?” “Sure,” Luke laughed and pulled out his phone. He moved his chair around the table a bit so they were sitting closer and he pulled up Jack’s profile. “Damn, he’s hot.” “I know right!” “He reminds me of a guy I used to meet up with at the pier.” “The what?” “The Chelsea Pier, it’s a posh mall slash indoor driving range slash gymnastics studio and bar or something now, but in the 70’s it was an abandoned warehouse next to the water directly across from the West Village. You’d go and jump these concrete barricades along the road, slip round a chain link fence and it was like you’d entered a whole new world. The warehouse had been abandoned so fast that there was furniture in the offices still. Once you were there there were basically no rules. It was just gay men living their lives. Some guys would go read, and have picnics, and sit with their boyfriends without fear of being harassed, and others… well others went there for sex, especially after dark. It was like this big maze, and you could find anything you wanted. The only other time I’ve ever found anything remotely like it was in Berlin.” “And what did you go there for?” “I’ll let you read the specifics, but let’s just say that Brett loved eating my hole when I came back from the pier.” “Fuck, I am so jealous. You got to live through this amazing time of gay sexual liberation. It feels like it was just everywhere.” “For a time, it was. There in the late 70’s it was a kind of freedom, but then there was a lot of fear and confusion that followed.” He paused and took a swig of his beer, “Honestly not really a time period I like talking about, all the uncertainty and death. Things are so different now, you’ll never know that fear, if you get sick there are drugs. It’s not a death sentence any more. You know I hate how much our community is still trapped in that time. It feels like every piece of gay cinema or theatre that’s come out has ended in one of the main characters emaciated in a hospital bed, or they only have a fleeting romance for a weekend and then never see each other again… Just once I want to watch some nice gay rom-com, or a coming of age tale where the parents are supportive and they find a boyfriend in the end…” he trailed off, and then after a long moment of silence took another big drink of his beer. Luke sat quietly, waiting for his uncle to come back from where ever he’d gone. The look of pain in his face was palpable. It was the same look he’d had when talking about never reconnecting with his father, as if the things he’d lost in his life were written on his face. One more big gulp of beer and the glass was empty. Luke turned his eyes back to his nephew and smiled. “It was an amazing time. Keep reading, honestly. I’d thought I’d lost that journal, I never imagined it ended up in dad’s attic. When I moved to SF I dropped off some stuff there, but I thought I’d gotten all of it.” “You should publish it.” “Erotica?” “Something like that. A true memoir of a gay man in New York from the 1970s filled with history and excitement and hot sex… all my friend would read it and then grow terrible moustaches trying to be Mac.” “Or end up bottoming for hot daddies?” “Maybe, although from what I know I’m the only one out of my friends with a thing for older men.” “How much of a thing?” “Enough that I have a couple of local fuck buddies at college over the age of fifty that I see weekly.” “Nice, sounds like this cute boy from SFU that Brett and I knew a few years ago. One of us must have bred his hole every week for his whole senior year. We picked him up at Oasis just before school started, cute kid, kind of a prude… well that was until he gave in and admitted he liked older guys and let us take him home. Fuck he was so tight that first time…it took forever to open him up, but by the time he graduated… one good wad of spit on his hole and he was good to go.” “The first time I got fucked the guy must have eaten me out for an hour I was so tight.” “Some daddy at school?” “No, actually, an older kid, just before Christmas my freshman year. We met at a party, were drinking and talking, then it turned into flirting and then we were back in his apartment. He was really cute, and at the time I felt so awkward in my skin I didn’t know what to do with myself. Honestly though, he was amazing, and kind, and despite us both being pretty drunk, he did, he took his time fingering me till I was moaning and wet. It felt so good, like every time his tongue flicked over my hole I got hornier. By the time he thought I was ready I was so horny all I could think about was getting his cock inside me. I didn’t even stop to think about condoms or protection. I just wanted him to fuck me. And he did, he blew a big load in me and I shot all over him while sitting on his cock. I was hooked, I had never felt that good before. Literally two days later I had downloaded Grindr and sucked some guy off in the library bathroom while on a study break.” “Quick learner.” “With a very high sex drive.” They both laughed, and Nick got up to get them more drinks. He turned away from Luke to hide his crotch as he adjusted his boner in his pants. As soon as Nick was away from the table Luke did the same thing. They both had been steadily becoming more aroused by their conversation. Both of them now wondered again where this evening and its revelations would end.

JUST YESTERDAY, I was fucking my #1 main man, I hit that point where I can feel a ‘pop’. On him, it’s just before as deep as I can get. It may not be a controlable muscle, but it’s a ring, a transition, a narrowing of the g/i tract, a turn in the bend, or something I can definitely feel, in him and in many other men. But yesterday I was working that spot in him for sure. I was extra horny. My dick head swells up big and purple when I am super erect or about to cum. I could feel it stroking in and out of that tight place, that bend. He could feel in ‘popping’ in and out of that tight place, that ring. I think usually that place opens up and relaxes. I have to be fucking hard and deep to be there in him. (I like fucking hard and deep.) Yesterday though, it didn’t relax the same way, and we could feel it popping in and out. Which drove me wild. I came there - one of those cums where I start cumming but can’t stop stroking . . . making a wonderful frothy cummy mess. After I held him in my arms while he stroked himself off and I talked about how I loved beating up that spot inside him so he’d be more receptive to my babies. I feel that turn, that ring, that whatever on maybe half the guys I fuck. With many guys I’ll be fucking fucking fucking and push in that extra bit to hit that whatever it is. Their eyes go wide. HELL YES Gobsmacked. It may not be a ‘second ring’, but whatever it is, it exists!

Many thanks for all your replies and encouragement. I have a fairly high pain threshold and have had plenty of hard nipple play over the years which has reduced the sensitivity alot. I'll definitely get it done professionally and hopefully this week. Thanks again guys🥰

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.

I squirmed on the backseat hovering between awake and reality, he opened the front passenger door and rummaged about before slamming the door and returning to me on the back seat, he held a bottle to my mouth “drink”, I drank the liquid, it tasted foul but he held it until I had drained the bottle, he then hoisted my leg up and fingered my bumhole with more of the stinging stuff, he put some gaffer tape over my mouth and then handcuffed me “I don’t want you making noise or causing shit understand boy?” I sort of gurgled and nodded, he grinned “you like getting high, I am getting you high, you’ll be thanking Daddy for everything I do very soon”. The ride was a bit of a blur, the streetlights seemed to burst into prisms of light as we drove through the streets, it was almost magical and held my attention. We ended up at a house on the coast, it was secluded lonely I remembered the line from alien “in space no one can hear you scream”. He opened the back door, “you going to behave?” I nodded, he undid the handcuffs and ripped the gaffer tape from my mouth, “prove it boy”, I pulled myself up as best I could and kissed him, he grinned down at me “good boy”. Once in the house he dumped me on the sofa and then came back with a syringe, even in my state I managed to whine “I don’t like needles”, he tied off my arm, “believe me boyo you’ll learn to love them”, he injected me and then held my arm up as he released the tie, I coughed and coughed, my mind a kaleidoscope of colours and I was hungry, hungry for cock. He fingered my hole, “is that pussy getting hungry boy?”, I just sort of ‘mmmmmm’d’ He grinned as he lit a cigar “yeah you’re ready, now get on your knees and suck my cock, get it good and hard”, got on my knees as he unleased the beast, it was semi hard as I took it in my mouth and started sucking, he put his hand on my head “in time you’ll be taking it all down your throat, but first you’ll be taking it up your little boi pussy”, I gagged on his cock when he said this and he chuckled “don’t worry with all the chems you have in your system you’ll take it easy” My first lesson was extraordinary I must admit I was shocked how right he was, he held my hips hard “you’re doing just fine baby” about of a third of his cock was up my arse, he was determined but almost gentle “now relax boy, push out like I told you” I groaned and did as he said and another few inches slipped up me, “atta boy, told you it would fit in your little cunt, just a bit to go” My mind was all over the place but my hole was so hungry, I felt stretched impossibly wide I felt pain but more really just an exciting lovely feeling of being penetrated. The words rang a memory in my head, as he bottomed out and started to fuck me “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”. And in and out he went deflowering me completely rearranging my innards to accommodate his cock, “yeah that’s a good boy, your boicunt is just made for daddy cock, he rode in and out of me “little virgin boy taking his first cock”, “oh yeah going to flood that little pussy soon”, he held my hips hard as he started fucking me harder “you were born for this boy” and then he grunted, his cock in me fully as I felt his cock spasm and his seed flooded every part of my young arse from the anus right up my rectum. It turned the university had been contacted that I was unwell by my ‘dad’ and I needed some time off, over the next week or probably longer, apparently as I was a ‘model’ student so they were fine and said for me to take all the time I needed. In other words, he could take all the time he needed, not that he wasted anytime at all. on a side note an inspiration of 'Daddy'

Chapter 4 of 4. Jack slammed his big sheathed POZ cock into my boy’s hole. This time, he was fucking to cum. My boy panted and moaned, savoring that big cock sliding in and out of him. Jack was really pounding hard and started cursing and grunting as he fired his seed deep inside the latex reservoir lodged in my boy’s chute. I prayed that the condom had withheld that assault. He pulled out carefully and I was glad to see the tip of the condom full of creamy cum. I knew that that cum held a detectable viral load and I was glad none had seeped into my boy’s pussy. The cab driver eased Jack out of the way and slammed, raw, back inside. Even with my spit, it was a dry rough fuck. My boy winced again and asked the man to stop. He pulled out and I went back to my knees to provide a bit more lube. It still wasn’t enough. The cab driver carefully put his cock inside my boy and a look of relief came over his face. I saw droplets of golden piss leaking out around his deeply-planted cock and realized he was pissing inside my boy. All of that wetness still wasn’t enough and I spit on the guy’s raw cock every time he pulled out far enough for me to do so. My boy was still crying out that it hurt. Jack brought my hand back to his cock, still sheathed in the full condom. ‘Help your boy out…’ I knew what he was suggesting and didn’t know what to do. ‘I need more lube, now,’ my boy exclaimed. Without further thought, I carefully pulled that full condom off of Jack’s POZ cock. I poured a dribble onto the cab driver’s cock and my boy moaned, ‘more! Give me more!’ I gave my boy more of Jack’s cum and the cab driver gave my boy more of his dick. After a few minutes of intense ass-pounding, I’d fully drained Jack’s POZ seed into my boy’s vulnerable hole. Seeing the stranger driving in and out of my boy, lubed with Jack’s cum got me totally hard again. The man came inside my boy and pulled out leaving a dollop of white froth oozing out of his well-fucked pussy. I smeared their combined juices on my cock and slid right in. Knowing that I was forcing their cum deeper and deeper inside my boy got me so hot I shot off again. With four loads leaking out, my boy lowered his legs down and we all saw that he’d shot at least once all over his shirt and face. The three of us took turns kissing and lapping his cum up. We got back in the cab and my boy quickly fell asleep. His hair mussed and shirt streaked with cum, he hadn’t even managed to pull his pants up properly. A puddle of cum leaked from his cored-out hole and onto the car seat. Jack tenderly stroked my boy’s hair as he leaned against him. We made it back to Jack’s house and I tried to pay the cab driver. He refused payment and told me he’d already gotten his tip where he wanted it. Jack and I eased my boy inside and onto Jack’s bed. We had another beer and talked quietly as my boy snored from the bedroom. Jack thanked me for a lovely evening and asked if I would mind him taking my boy out on a date sometime. All I could do was nod in agreement knowing he’d be getting much more of his POZ seed into my boy’s guts. We wound up spending the night. Jack and I undressed my boy and we slept in the same position as in the cab, my boy in the middle and us on either side. Early in the morning, I woke to see Jack grasping my boy’s chest as he worked his cock against my boy’s tender leaking hole. He smiled at me, ‘Glad you’re up. You want to get my cock into your boy again?’ I nodded asking if we needed to bother with a rubber this time. He shook his head saying, ‘I promised you I’d start with a condom, but it seems a little late for that!’ I agreed and guided his bare POZ dick into my boy’s hole. We both filled him up and my boy loved every minute of it. That afternoon, my boy and I got to the clinic and both of us went on PEP. My boy told the doctor, honestly, that he was prepared to take POZ cock raw, but wasn’t ready to convert. That was a few weeks ago. We’re now both on PrEP. Jack and I love sharing his hole. He regularly gets six or seven loads a week now. As his hole gets used to so much cock, my boy says he’s ready for more. So, next week, Jack is going to invite a few POZ buddies over, with the understanding that I’ll guide their cocks inside him raw and leave him filled to overflowing. THE END.

Chapter 2 of 4. I’d been in the bathroom for like five minutes and wasn’t surprised to see Jack chatting up my boy at the bar. As I approached he waved and held up a freshly opened beer for me. ‘This round’s on me,’ he grinned. My boy patted Jack’s furry shoulder and he responded by wrapping his big paw around my boy’s left buttcheek. And he kept it there. We downed two rounds of beer pretty quickly, and I was hard the whole time. After a bit of small talk, Jack suggested we go back to his place for a nightcap. My boy eagerly nodded and demanded to leave a tip for the bartender. Jack whispered something in his ear about ‘more than just a tip,’ and then licked his neck and earlobe. My boy leaned forward over the bar to hand a wad of sweaty cash to the bartender, and Jack pressed his crotch right into my boy’s ass. Jack headed out to the street to hail a cab. My boy pushed me against the wall and kissed me, grinding his crotch into mine. ‘I want to do this. Let’s do this.’ I nodded and we headed out to see a cab pulling over. We all piled in. Jack went first, and my boy leapt in front of me so he’d be in the middle. I sat on the other side and felt my boy’s legs spread wide. Jack had his hands cupping my boy’s crotch, his fingertips teasing my boy’s taint over the fabric. The cab driver cleared his throat and I could see him watching Jack seduce my boy in the rearview mirror. He licked his lips, and asked, ‘Where to?’ Jack gave him the address saying, ‘but take the long way. I want you to enjoy the view.’ The cab driver nodded and away we went. My boy turned his face towards mine and kissed me hard. Jack kept massaging my boy’s groin and eventually undid his belt and unbuttoned his fly. Jack leaned forward and looked at me saying, ‘Help raise him up. We got to get his pants down.’ I couldn’t help but follow his command and helped my boy shimmy his jeans and jockstrap down past his knees. Jack held his palm out to me ordering me, ‘Spit!’ I did and he smeared the wetness under my boy’s balls. He repeated this with the cab driver and was rewarded with a palmful of spit which went straight into my boy’s hole. My boy writhed on Jack’s meaty fingers and kept kissing me hard. ‘Ya know what, this is fine. Stop here,’ Jack ordered. We had stopped in the warehouse district on a dark street right under a single lamppost. Jack opened his door and stepped out into the cool night air. My boy looked at me. I couldn’t tell if he was excited or terrified, but he nodded at me and followed Jack out of the cab. Jack picked him up and laid my boy on his back on the hood of the cab, his pants still bunched up on his legs. The driver and I got out and walked to the front of the car. Jack waved us over and the driver and I each took a leg and kept it hoisted high, my boy’s jeans and jock keeping his knees together. In the street light, I could see my boy’s hole, slick with spit, winking in anticipation. To be continued…

Part 3 My softening cock slipped out of my friends ass as we smoked another bowl and my horniness grew. My friend asked me if I wanted more cock and ass to which he knew the answer. He told me he knew a pace where I could get all the cock and ass I wanted. We dressed and headed to his car. He drove to a warehouse that had all the windows bricked up and a red light over the entrance. We went in and the guy behind the counter asked for my ID, apparently he already knew my friend. My friends payed for me and we went to a private room where we stripped down and smoked a little more before he offered me something that he said would get me hornier than I had ever been in my life. I was already horny and curious and consented without knowing the details. He pulled syringe from his bag. He said all I needed to do was lay back and relax as he worked a belt on my left bicep. The dominant look in his eyes had me lay still as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by a slight prick of the needle. I was mesmarized as I watched him pull the plunger back to get a small flash of blood before he started to empty the contents into my vein. He told me I will feel a need to cough and probably will cough hard while my heart will beat faster and the room will feel warmer. Once he loosened the belt on my arm I felt a warmth in my chest followed by a need to cough. I coughed out 4, 5 times as my friend apparently did his own shot. I was surprised at how horny I had become but was even more surprised at how soft my cock was now. My friend was drastically different, his cock was rock hard and I had noticed but he opened the door to our room as he climbed between my legs and thrust the full length of his 8” cock into my hungry hole. I wanted his cock, I wanted any and every cock I could get and he was giving me a fucking I needed. I moaned and begged to be fucked as he set about to pound my hole. I took a cue from when I fucked him and began to work my ass for his load. He wasn’t one to disappoint when he finally flooded me with his seed. He kept churning his load inside me as we both looked at the crowd that gathered at the door. He asked me if I wanted more cock although he already knew the answer. He told the crowd to come on in and take a ride in the ass he just bred. I recognized some of the guys I had seen on campus. As each guy took a turn fucking and seeding me I thought I recognized a guy in the distance. I was distracted as my friend began to prepare my arm for another shot. I was watching my friend work the belt on my arm as the mysterious figure slipped his nice size cock into me. As I felt the stick of the needle I looked up to see my roommate was the guy about to fuck me when I felt the strong cough. My roommate kissed me and told me that he heard there was going to be new meat at the baths but never thought it would be me. He then began to fuck me and asked if I really wanted his load inside me. All I could muster between saying ‘holy fuck’ was fuck me and breed me please. My roommate buried his cock deep inside my hole and held it there before bringing his face close to mine asking if I really wanted him to impregnate me with his HIV charged load? The drugs had my brain all fucked up, I could only answer with a loud yes, yes, fuck me full of your HIV charged load, knock me up! My roommate wasn’t one to disappoint me as he fucked my brains out and not only dropped one load in my ass. By the time his cock began to soften he had dropped 3 loads inside my well used ass. He kissed me as another guy took his place. He laid down next to me and let me know the weekends where he went away with his boyfriend he was spending at the baths. He could hardly wait until we were back in our room.

For me, 17 and 24 are my picks. I love round mushroom heads. I love the upwards angle of 17 with that big fat head to suck on. 24 is such a complete package. Thick shaft, bulbous head, a heavy full sack...I'd love nothing more to be rubbing that big sack while my lips are wrapped around that head, massaging the gift inside out of his balls. Feel that huge sack tighten and lift up in my hands as that head starts throbbing and my mouth gets filled with all that warm semen full of the sperm that I massaged out of his balls.

This is erotic fiction written by me. I have more chapters to come. ________________________________________________________________________________ The Broken Jock by @ButtB4iGo Part 1 As a horny young man in his mid-20s, I had been raging for sex. But I was a good young gay and had mostly just adhered to the idea that "safer sex" with condoms with a few top men I knew and liked, was the only kind of sex a 21st century submissive boy could ever hope to experience. That all changed for me about four weeks ago. My name is Adam and I play shortstop for a gay softball team in San Francisco. While I'm a stocky kind of guy, I actually preferred sports that didn't utilize large builds as much. I mainly played baseball in high school and water polo in the fall instead of football, even though every year, the football coach would try to recruit me for my blocking potential. My senior year, my water polo coach yelled at him for that. Coach Pfeiffer needed my arm in the pool to make goals. Coach had a crush on me, too. I could tell. We never did anything—we couldn't—but he enjoyed being around me. He was good looking, gruff and sweet; he had a wife and family, too. But he lingered when looking at me. Once in the locker room, he stretched out a five-minute conversation with me to 15 just so that he could spend some time with me in my drying Speedos. And, while I was a virgin just trying to figure out how to exist in the closet, I loved having his advice, his attention, his adoration. While stocky, I have a naturally fit body. I am young, and have a good Germanic face with brown eyes and blonde hair. At 25, I have been feeling like I was at my prime and needed to start using my looks and my good body to get laid a lot more than I was. And, being a submissive bottom, I was yearning to take a few more risks than I have allowed for before. So, one Saturday evening, after a softball tournament, instead of going out to the Castro to celebrate with the team, I went directly to the darkest leather bar I knew of without changing out of my uniform. I hung out by the pinball machine with an ice cold beer. I played a couple games of pinball as men began crowding the bar for the evening. As I played, I occasionally felt hands on my ass, which got me hard immediately. I decided earlier that day to let assertive men take advantage of my submissiveness in the bar. These men seemed to already know that they could take liberties with me as a couple of them put a hand down the back of my uniform pants to give my hole a good goose, something my jock strap provided easy access for. After an anonymous man thrust his groin against my butt causing the pinball machine to tilt, I wasn't mad. I turned around to find a couple of grinning, cigar smoking older men in their 60s standing right behind me. Each had bulging erections in their jeans. The older one, Phil, bought me beer. For a couple hours, they both chatted me up and groped me through my softball uniform to see how I'd react. I just answered their questions, like how our team did in the tournament, as they took turns feeling me up. I loved the attention these much older me were showering on me. It reminded me of Coach Pfeiffer. How Coach probably wanted to interact with me in this way while talking to me and asking me questions while my ass and junk filled out those McKinley High red Speedos. After about thirty minutes of playing with me, the two men simultaneously put my hands over their crotches so that I could feel their hard cocks through the soft denim of their pants. The silver-haired daddy, Phil, who I learned was 72, then said something to his friend, Ron, that I couldn't hear. Ron smiled under his dark mustache, nodded and turned to invite me to Phil's apartment for drinks. I nodded and gulped down the rest of my beer. In the taxi, I sat between the two men in the back seat. Both had their hands on my thighs. The silver daddy leaned over to my ear and asked me if I liked getting fucked. Thinking of the condom-sheathed fuck I last had with a 30-year-old fuck buddy about three months ago, I told him yes. Then he told me that he was going to call his friend Hank to come over, too. I made no remark to that, and prepared myself to let go; submit myself to these men over twice my age, and whatever they had in mind. So far, I've only had two boyfriends and about five fuck buddies with the oldest being 32. It was an intense feeling, letting go—an electric energy that urged for more. The men worked fast. When we got to Phil's apartment and stepped just inside the door from the outer hallway, the two men grabbed me and pulled down my softball uniform pants and told me to bend over the railing just inside the entry way. I bent over and saw that the four condoms that I had put in my back pocket had fallen out and onto the floor when the men yanked my pants down. Without warning, Ron pushed his raw cock up my asshole while the older man, Phil, stepped around to my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth as I struggled to keep my balance. He told me to breathe through my nose, and then pushed farther in, his large mushroom-shaped cock head knocking against the entrance to my throat. Both were loudly saying "Fuck yeah!" "Take it, boy!" and "Damn!" as they spit-roasted me, not even knowing that I have never before been fucked this way, and by strangers, and without using condoms. Previously, I had even made my two former boyfriends wear condoms when they fucked me. Neither mentioned the condoms on the floor, even though they saw them spill out from my pocket. Instead they began their bareback assault on me. After all the groping and prodding, the men just assumed they could take that liberty, too. Best as I could, I accommodated the two raw cocks that were now invading my body, submitting to unprotected sex for the first time. I heard moans and grunts coming from the two men. Ron kept pushing his cock into my tight hole and was roughly trying to fuck my ass as much as he could without lube. "You like raw cock, boy?" he grunted. I gagged on Phil's cock in my feeble attempt to answer, but I instinctively opened up my throat enough to take the large head into my throat. Phil moaned, "Ah, I just entered his throat, Ron." "It sure didn't take long for you to get in balls deep. I'm not having the same success on this end. This boy is super tight!" Frustrated that the dry fuck wasn't happening as easily as he had hoped, Ron pulled out and went to the kitchen for something. My hole was a little soar from Ron's dry assault, but Phil grabbed my hair and began deep fucking my throat. "Choke on it, boy. Come on. Breathe through your nose!" Ron came back a few minutes later and used his finger to lube my hole up better with Vaseline. "We're only using the best vintage lube on this boy hole." "Are you using my stuff, too?" Phil asked him as he bucked into my throat repeatedly. His cock got very rigid after asking that question, and I could feel the pulsing in my mouth that was making his dick bigger. "Yep," said Ron. "I just had a feeling this big jock boy was going to let one of us bareback him at some point tonight. I'm going to put it in now. Spread your legs boy! More!! Good thing we left it out to thaw." Soon I felt a small hard nub enter my sphincter, and then cool liquid being shot inside my hole, and I heard Phil say, "Is it all in?" "Almost..." said Ron. "Fuck yeah, boy!" Phil growled as Ron finished loading my hole with the fluid and then spanked me hard. I flinched and almost fell over. Phil went on to say, "That's a collection of three weeks of my sperm lining your hole right now. I keep my very own sperm bank just to lube up tight boy holes like yours. Damn, Ron! Hold him down. I need to be the one to fuck that shit in good." With Phil's collected loads now inside me, I was delirious with the thought of having my first breeding, and from an older man I just met at a bar. He's not even a boyfriend! I wasn't the "good gay boy" anymore. I was being irresponsible with my body, dangerous. But the feeling of having sperm in my ass for the first time made me feel owned… and free, and I surrendered fully. Phil, even without knowing that he was initiating me into whoredom, was doing everything he could to intensify this new experience for me. He pulled his cock out of my throat and got behind me. I was looking at the spilled unopened condoms on the floor when I felt his large cock head pop into my hole, and Phil pushed. With my hole lubed up with his thawed cum and the oil-based lube, it slid slowly in to my still tight hole, and he went all the way, balls deep. I was trying to take it all but it was a lot of dick. I flinched again and Ron got in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders to keep me in place. "Damn! You're all in! Fuckin' hot!" said Ron, who then grabbed a brown bottle and a rag from somewhere and told me to suck his dick. He pushed his cock into my mouth. Being the submissive boy, I sucked Ron's dick like a real cocksucker. The intensity of this sexual experience required my full submission: I needed to do whatever I could to please these men! Phil was still balls deep and coaching me to relax, "You've got a vice grip on my cock, boy! But I gotta to fuck my seed in." "This'll help." Ron all of a sudden pulled his cock out of my mouth and pushed my head down into a handkerchief doused with a strong scented fume. "Breathe this in, you'll be alright," he coached. "Start fuckin' that boy hole, Phil. Open it up" Phil started fucking me hard as I inhaled my first ever hit of poppers. As the buzz of sex got stronger, I was able to allow my hole to be invaded more fully by Phil's cock. It hurt at first, but the buzz and Ron's coaching helped me relax my hole for Phil to take his boy's ass for good. "Take another, boy. We need that hole open," Ron urged. After my second hit, I was lit, and Ron shoved his cock back into my mouth. While Ron fucked my throat and made me suck his cock head off and on, Phil kept long dicking me for about 20 minutes, repeatedly telling me how he was nailing his seed into me, and how I needed his hot live load up in there, too. "Gonna fucking breed you full of swimmers, boy," I heard him grunt with each thrust as he worked to unload in me. "Here it is, boy. Fuuuuuuuck!" In the cold cum, I easily felt new warmth inside my once sperm-virgin hole as I took my first live cum load. After he finished breeding me, Phil tried fucking his load in more, but his cock was too sensitive after cumming. That's when I heard a voice behind us say, "Let me drill that hole for awhile." That must be Hank. "Do it, man," said Ron with his cock still lodged in my throat. "No condoms tonight. We somehow found this hot jock boy at the club, got our raw dicks inside him, poppered him up, and now he's taking multiple loads up his ass." Hank gave a hearty chuckle and reached between my open legs and put his hand inside the crotch of my jock strap and felt my hard dick and all the precum I had leaked in there. I heard Hank say, "I brought my old pal Charlie with me. He's into milking cum outta the boys I fuck. Come on over here, Charlie, and have seat under the boy. He's already got a jock full of precum for you." Charlie got under my legs. He was bald, and looked to be about 90, but he moved my jock pouch over and started sucking my cockhead, and milking my shaft with his hand. My precum pumped out onto his lapping tongue. And Charlie exclaimed, "Ah, boy, you've got a sweet tap on you! Give Ol' Chuck all that you've got." Charlie began to suck my dick in ways that encouraged my precum to ooze out for him. I was getting used fully by these old men. Fuck yes! As Hank teased my now open wet hole with what felt like a small hard metal object, Ron pushed the poppers under my nose again. "I'm gonna take this hole, boy," Hank taunted. Again, I inhaled Ron's poppers and my head spun as Hank pushed against my wet hole. "That's it, open up for my raw dick." I felt the hard thing enter my hole and then Hank's hard cock followed. "That's a big P.A. you got on you, Hank. Damn hot!" Ron's cock was in my throat again and he put down the poppers. Hank fucked slow at first. "Damn that's a good hole! How many loads are in 'em?" I felt Phil's cool cum running down my left leg as Hank pumped more cock inside. "Twelve. All mine!" Phil chuckled. "You used your stash. Damn, that's hot! So my load is going to make this an official gangbang breeding of a this hot jock cum whore by us granddads." Little do they know that Hank will only be the second man to ever shoot his sperm load into my hole at all. In my head, I acknowledge that I'm begging for it from a man I haven't even seen before. At that thought, I pumped a good amount of precum into Charlie's mouth and he mmmm'ed. This "faceless" man continued to fuck my hole with the encouragement of Phil and Ron for about 15 minutes. His P.A. was hitting my prostate perfectly and it made me moan and squirm. "I'm close," said Hank. "I'm glad this one's taking loads because there's no way I'm pulling out of this tight hole." Hank came with a yell and I felt the blast hit my gut and warm it. That's when Ron pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Ahhh, I'm going to come soon, but I want that hole." Hank finished unloading in my hole as Ron came around to my ass. Hank pulled his hard cock and P.A. out of my hole and Ron immediately replaced it with his. "Damn, I almost came in his mouth!" Ron lamented. "I need to breed willing young jock ass when I can get it." Ron fucked in and out hard, but then he slowed and I soon felt his cock throb and felt the warmth again. He didn't make any vocal noises. He's a stealther, I've heard. A younger guy pulled me aside at the bar warned me that he got stealthed by the man I was hanging with. He told me that a week prior, Ron had fucked him using one of the five condoms the guy had brought over to Ron’s place. But then Ron asked the guy to stay the night. Early in the morning while the guy was sleeping, Ron had rolled him over and entered him again. The young guy said that he knew that they had talked about using condoms and had done so earlier, so he just assumed Ron would have been a gentleman and put one on before waking him with a cock pushing into his gut. But, Ron had not put on a rubber before the early morning fuck. He just barebacked the guy without telling him and quietly unloaded inside him. I thanked the guy for warning me. But that story had me rock hard. And that is just like how Ron, the third man to ever bareback and breed me, came inside of me… stealthily without a sound. When Ron pulled out of me, Phil pushed his re-erected cock back inside me and asked Charlie if he was getting any cum out of me. He mumbled yes as he sucked and pumped my rock hard dick. As he worked his mouth and tongue on my young, sensitive circumcised cock head, it throbbed and pushed out more precum for him to swallow. While Charlie suckled me, Phil pulled me up to speak in my ear: "Feel my dick and all the sperm inside you, boy? You have four old men using up that sweet jock ass and cock. You like being used, don't you, boy." When he said those words, I felt Charlie suck harder to take more of my precum, I couldn't hold back any longer, I was close. "You let us all take what we want, boy. Let Charlie have your sweet young load." When he said that, I blew my load violently into Charlie's mouth, trembling with my chest once again against railing. My still shoed feet were lifted off the floor as Charlie's upper arms and face pushed my ass up to try get more of my cock in his mouth as he drained me of cum. Charlie kept sucking my sensitive cock head making me squirm while I was bent over, my ass still skewered on Phil's 72-year-old cock. As Charlie saw how I squirmed he only sucked more. As my sensitivity wained, I opened my eyes to see that a hand, probably Hank's, was jacking Charlie off. Phil fucked into my hole and said, "I'm not done with your hole yet, boy, stay put." Phil started to drill my hole again to breed another load into me. But Charlie was cumming now and Hank said, "Shoot your load in my hand, Chuck, and we'll see to it that your load gets inside the boy. That's it, Charlie, give this big beautiful jock boy a big load." Charlie did cum in a huge load that streamed easily into Hank's palm. A minute later, Charlie said he was done cumming and slipped out from under me. Phil pulled his cock out of my ass, and said "Massive load! We gotta get all that inside him." I closed my eyes and felt Charlie's seed being dumped on my hole while some fingers quickly pushed it all just inside my open sphincter. "Fuck yeah! Lube my cock up with it, too. That's it. Here you go, boy." Phil pushed his cock into my hole balls deep and the men cheered. "Fuck yeah! You ever get bred by a 89-year-old cocksucker before, boy? Damn that's good stuff." That made Charlie the fourth man to ever have his sperm up my ass. Phil proceeded to punch fuck my hole with his rigid mushroom-shaped cock head about 100 times and then slammed his full rod all the way into me to unload his second load of his "swimmers" into my hole. The other men left as Phil huffed and puffed over my spent body. After about 15 minutes, he pulled out, and I stood up. "Damn, boy, we fucked you up tonight! Such a sweet hairy, jock ass you're letting us all use here. Here's my number. Text me the next time you want men inside you. I nodded, "Yes, sir," as took the card and pulled up my pants. As I tucked in my jersey, I saw Phil pick up the unopened condoms off the floor. He stuffed them to my back pocket grinning, "Don't forget these, boy," and slapped my ass. My hole felt bruised, wet, and empty in my cab ride back to my place. I got hard thinking about what had just happened to me. Then I immediately got my phone out and texted Phil: Me: "Thanks for the fuck, Daddy. U guys got my bareback cherry back there. Only used condoms before tonight. It was hot! Thx. —Adam" Phil: "Nice! Hank, especially, will like hearing that. Was just on the phone with him. He went on and on about your hole! LOL. Maybe next time, you'll meet him. Anytime, boy. I'm happy to have you …and your bareback cherry."

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...

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters or plot to real persons or events is coincidental. I've never had sex with my father. But I did have fun with my best friends dad. I'll try and break it up some, and this first part is mostly background, but it's how it all started. My friend and I were neighbors in a small Midwest town of 600 people. People there would know what happened to you before you knew what happened to you. My friend and neighbor had a huge pool with a fence around it, and would invite me over to swim all the time. It all started off pretty innocently. We did it throughout high school. Then one day he suggested that we skinny dip. Back then I don't think either of us knew what gay was. Being in a small conservative town, just thought it was wrong. We would often swim after school, but the first time we skinny dipped was at night. His pool had a light which changed colors, and was actually kinda cool. As young nerds we would yell shark when it turned red! Lol. As I said, it all started innocently. Chalk it up to childhood curiosity. Sure we saw others in showers at hs gym, but he was a year younger than me, so never in gym class together. Again as I said, back then gay was just something we just thought was wrong. I must admit though, there was a HS jock in my class with a HUGE cock that I couldn't help but admire. Honestly think others did also. Not sure why, but he tried to hide it from others going in and out of shower. Probably as he noticed guys staring at it, and also thought gay was bad. After all, he had a reputation for banging quite a few cheerleaders. Like I said, a slow start, but gets much better! Like and comment.

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!

Bathhouse: Club Philly for 24 hours Party in London arrived at 9ish Friday night and left late Sunday / early Monday morning

Damn such hoT chapters! 🥵☣️🥵

Dam what a shame, because I could use an anonymous fuck but you can keep all that other BS. Best of luck to you

Awesome ! More please!!!

I had the same idea as you a few years ago. I flew up to Chicago getting in around 11a on a Friday and went to Steamworks from the airport. Got a sling room and had a little action, thru the early afternoon, then it died big time, no after work surge. I ended up falling asleep in the room, and woke up to a bang on the door- the cleaner announcing my time was up.. I grabbed my towel and went straight to the check in, let them know I was grabbing a shower (it was 10 mins before the end of my time)and then would be leaving-that I had dozed off in the room. When I got back, dressed and my towel in hand to check out, some twink advised me I was overdue and I had to pay for being late. I tried to reason with him, but he had more attitude than good sense. I finally got my card and ID back, with him telling me I would have to pay the late fee before I would be let back in. At any Steamworks. In any country! I walked up to JackHammer annoyed and now with plans disrupted- my intention was to do the bars, then head to Mans Country (it was still open ) for the overnight, then either renew or head over to Steamworks and fill the weekend moving between the 2 tubs and the bars. As luck had it, there used to be a guesthouse above the bar back then, and in talking to the bartender about how Steamworks had been, he hooked me up and I scored a room upstairs for the rest of the weekend. Sad to say tho- that guest house is no longer there- but it really made the weekend better than I had planned. 1, a long weekend trying to get any real sleep in a bath house wasn't very realistic both noise, and size of the bed wise. 2- the guesthouse made it possible to leave the room, head down the stairwell,and at the street it was a 5 ft transition from there to the door to the bar- so being barely covered was not a big issue. So, my suggestion would be to find a real place to sleep and have your things, and travel out to whichever tub at that point in the weekend you feel like hitting. At least this way you have a crash pad at the ready in case you need sound sleep, or, in case the tubs are just horrible and no fun at that point in time. It will be some extra money you need to budget, but I really think in the long run you will be better off . ( and, not to be too graphic, but you would likely need to hose out a few times over a weekend, and I have never seen a bath house in recent decades that have the set up to do that comfortably)

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

Done by professional piercer, didnt hurt at all, both nipples pierced, perhaps I was lucky

I was joking that the post read as if the whole horse had been inserted. As to dildos in the form of an equine phallus, I actually have a very nice one from Mr. Hankey’s that I force up my cunt as part of my regular training regimen. It’s 11.5” long and 3.5” in diameter at the base, and I take every millimeter of it. But as filling as it is, bear in mind that that’s roughly half the size of an actual equine penis when not erect. When erect, a stallion can be up to 20” long (and that’s just the part available to penetrate) and up to a maximum of 5” in diameter. Add to this the huge glans flare, which when erect can become too large for a mare to expel. And too large for any ass to safely accommodate, especially when propelled by thighs with enough power to run a derby.

Be careful. Being a cumdump is….addictive! 😜 Would post some vids and pics on here but this site can’t seem to accept anything bigger than a thumbnail. See my Twitter for clips from the meet (@sleazebot_uk)

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

I I like to feel and taste the sperm squirt out with just the head of his dick in my mouth, but I like getting my throat fucked too. I like it when they grab the back of my head and fuck my face. It's pretty much whatever the guy wants to do.

Got bred by two older guys this afternoon who were visiting Halifax from the states. Both tall and hot. Beefy guy had a thick 7" and the slimmer toned guy had a big 9". My bf is out of town and have been looking for cock all day. Got bred and loaded by both of them and rode the 9" guy like it was the last cock I'd ever take. Was super fucking hot and the 9" guy kept whispering slutty shit in my ears. Turned me on so much. Fucking love older daddies who love to breed as much as I do

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

This happened last year, I was 21, but was the one time I realized how much of a cumdump I am. I was invited to my first orgy and decided to wear a jockstrap. I got there, there were around 11 people chatting and drinking and I meet everyone. I start talking to a guy, we kiss and I started undressing. It was the starting point. Everyone started kissing and undressing. Another guy joined us and soon I was on my knees sucking their cocks. As soon as I take my shorts off, I just see everyone turns their heads to take a look at my ass. First guy started fucking me (with a condom), then passed me to another guy (around 40 years old). He put it in me bare and started pouding me. Then he moved, got in front of me and I started sucking his cock while another guy started to fuck me. I took turns sucking other guy’s cock while getting fucked. Shortly after I took a little break. It was short. While I was coming back from the kitchen to get some water, two guys (one around 22, the other around 28) stopped me. The older one hold me while the younger penetrated me. He had a perfect cock (no condom). It was one of the best fuck sessions ever. Everyone wanted to fuck me, a good part of them bred my hole. I got around 5 loads. They were anonymous to me as I had no idea who would. I got some of their numbers and still have contact and fuck sessions with some of them. It was that night I realized I would never have a condom in my ass again.

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. "

For me the initial piercing wasnt't painful at all as wasn't stretching the hole afterwards. Now I've got a Reverse PA... the healing time has been a bit longer and stretching has been more painful than with the PA, but its worth it. I definitely don't want to miss my ring anymore.

4. The Tale of Scooby and Shaggy You see them now, what, in their early thirties? That’s about right. How they met? One story. How they died? Two stories. But back to now. Eddie Gleason, the fat actor, comes out the side gates and yells for Scooby and Shaggy to get their asses to the playroom, pronto. “I brought Scooby snacks,” he croons, as if the stepped on coke they know he always brings would motivate them. It’s more what Mac and Dante would do to them if they didn’t perform. Eros and Tommy defiantly finish their spaghetti and meatballs, okay, Spaghetti-Ohs that comes with something vaguely resembling meat. While they’re eating Eros complains to Tommy it’s too high in carbs, but Tommy reminds him it’s what's in the cupboard. They look at each other hearing the fat man baying for Scooby and Shaggy again, like they didn’t hear him the first time. They set down their spoons together. “Sit and spin time,” Tommy says, woefully. They’re in synch like they most often are, picking up their spoons again and continue a few more shovelfuls mostly to put off the inevitable. But they’ve lost their appetite. Tommy takes the bowls and scrapes out what’s remaining and then washes the dishes in the sink. Eros lights a cigarette, comes up behind Tommy, and lets him take a hit while he’s washing. Eros isn’t one for broad displays of affection but he know what Tommy’s feeling. He leaves his fingers against Tommy’s lips as T draws in smoke. His arms around Tommy, he takes a hit himself. Eros is back in a moment where he’s just Eric, smoking a cigarette on a Bronx street after swearing he'd quit for the millionth time. He has to take a wicked leak. He far enough from his Bronx apartment shared with his brother that he doesn’t think he’ll make it. He steps on this last butt and promises he won’t pick up another pack, then ducks in a dark alley. There’s light snoring in a corner where a guy’s passed out on a stained mattress. They’re in their twenty back then. He thinks the guy would be cute if you looked passed his filthy clothes, his stringy hair and his track marks. Eric, as the middle brother in a series of three, has a bit of a sadistic streak from torturing baby bro, Evan. But, since this is just between us, he also has a masochistic streak being under the thumb of his much older bro, Eli, who’s pretty much a sociopathic monster. (Yeah, he’s in a family that likes E names.) He whips out his cock and pees on the cute guy snoring away. He immediately regrets it. Tommy sputters waking from a dream of being in a warm bathtub, sharing it with a long-ago boyfriend. Since deceased. Brain cancer. Didn’t know him at the end. Part of his depression leading to this particular alley. “What the fuck,” he blurts, once he realizes what splashed in his face. “Motherfucker!” He wobbles to stand. The mattress isn’t helping him with his balance. “The fuck you think you’re doing, man?” “Sorry,” Eric says, really meaning it. He doesn’t know why he did it. It would be something Eli would find funny and Evan would think him a pig for doing. Devil and angel on his shoulders, always. His bi-polar problem. Tommy’s feisty and up in his face, but seeing the guy’s a head shorter than him he knows he could take him if it came to that. But the guy’s orneriness mixed with him being destitute makes him sympathetic in Eros’ eyes. He really is genuinely sorry. “Didn’t know you were there till I heard something. I turned to see, and I guess it was you snoring,” he lies. “Now I smell like piss. Fuck dude. Why’d you gotta do that?” “Totally my bad, friend,” Eric confesses, now kind of disgusted about the whole thing. “Get you a cup of coffee. Peace offering.” Tommy looks him up and down as best he can in the shadows—a streetlight on the sidewalk doesn’t bring much light this far back, which is kind of the point. A part of him is completely humiliated. Another part is indignant. But another part of him is ravenously hungry. “And a donut,” he interjects. “Sure,” agrees Eric. “Get you one at the Korean market.” Tommy wipes his face on his sleeve, looks at his dirty blue and grey—used to be blue and white—striped shirt. He sees most of the fucker’s piss hit him in the face not his clothes. Is he supposed to be happy about that? He’s sure he still stinks, just not of piss. Eric rummages his pockets and finds a pack of tissues, gives it to the guy. The guy wipes his wet face. Hands back a damp tissue. “Keep it,” Eric says, as they make their way to the Korean store. It’s a warm night for fall. Leaves brown or missing, but pleasant for October. Tommy hesitates outside the market. He knows the Korean lady doesn’t like when he comes in. The tall asshole brings out two coffees and a donut in a paper bag. Glazed. His favorite but he won’t say that. They walk to the edge of the park and sit on a series of benches far enough apart that it looks like they don’t know each other. Tommy’s gobbles half the donut before Eric asks, “You live here long?” Tommy sucks the sweet sugar off his fingers and scoffs, “Yeah, right.” Tommy slowly savors the second half of the donut. In a way he doesn’t want the asshole to leave. First person to actually talk to him in as many days as he can remember. He’s shivering as he drinks his coffee. The caffeine’s not mixing well with him coming off his buzz. Quarter of his donut left, he feels compelled to cross-examine the guy, “You live around here?” “I do,” Eric replies. “Grew up here in the Bronx. You?” “Massapequa. It’s on Long Island.” “I know it’s on Long Island. I go to Jones Beach all the time.” He sees Tommy look away from him. “My parents are in Westchester now, but I have an apartment here with my brother.” Tommy takes one of two last bites. “Lucky you.” Tommy’s back in snide, could give a shit mode. He sees Eric slap his knee and is done with him. “Hey, thank you,” he says quickly. He realizes he hasn’t really thanked someone is a long. He means it, too. Eric looks at him and sees he means it. Tommy’s down to the final bite of his donut, gets up wiping his hands on dirty jeans. Thinks for a moment for something else to say. He’s got nothing. “Got any spare change?” It’s the default go-to tape always running in his head. Eric’s on his feet, reaching in his pocket. He’s almost grateful to play this role. He pulls out eighty-seven cents in change and gives it to the bum. His fingers are always counting coins in his pockets because, well, that’s Eric. He notices the bum takes the handout with cupped palms. He’s examining the coins. He’s a little stooped over. This annoys Eric. The bums not old enough to stoop. He’s his age. Maybe younger. Hard to tell because of the dirt. “No problem,” he says, and leaves to go make dinner for him and his brother. Every time he passes the alley now, he looks for the guy he pissed on. He never sees him there. Then one weekend, on a mild winter afternoon, the measliest traces of snow piled in the corners of buildings, he’s returning from the gym and there’s the guy at the subway entrance—not his subway line, which is a few blocks away—and the guy’s hands are cupped, he’s stooped again like some old beggar. He’s hassling the few pedestrians going down to catch their train. At first he pretends not to notice him, but he sees recognition in the guy’s face. But the guy doesn’t say anything, and he’s not going to say anything. So he keeps walking, picking up his pace. Now when he passes that same empty alley he feels guilty. Not every time, just some days. He sees the guy often at the subway entrance. When it’s really cold he imagines he’s downstairs. One Friday night when he’s coming back late from work, he’s so tired he misses a connection so he has to take a different line that ends up at this particular station. It’s February and bitterly cold. His brother Eli is spending the weekend in Westchester with Evan and his parents, pumping the folks for a loan so he can marry the fiancé he’s had on the hook since high school. She’s recently put her foot down. He’s got one, too, a fiancé, though for him it’s only been two months since he proposed. Him and his brother joke about who’s getting the ol’ ball and chain first. He’s walking to the exit and, on the opposite platform, there’s the guy in a maintenance door alcove. A couple of cops are hassling him with their nightsticks. Officer one says he can’t sleep there. He’s got to move on. In his tattered coat, the guy struggles to stand. He’s high, it’s obvious, but he’s aware enough to know that the cops aren’t going to let up till he’s gone. A subway screeches into the station and he heads for it. Officer two blocks his path. “Outside,” he says. Eric watches through the gap between subway cars, sees the guy stumbling up the platform steps. He and guy meet at the passageway between platforms, and walk next to each up to the street. The guy won’t acknowledge him, which kind of bugs Eric, but he also sees the guy has a sliver of pride still in him. Or maybe the guy’s just so high he doesn’t recognize him. The wind’s howling on the street. There’s a few snowflakes in the air but the weather report says they’re about to get hit by the season’s first nor’easter. Eric steps in front of him and places a hand on his chest. The guy slaps it away. “Hey,” Eric says, trying to get the guy to look at him. “You got somewhere to go?” “Fuck off,” he says. He couldn’t tell you what day it is but he knows for damn sure he’s doesn’t need this pissing asshole’s help—things you remember when most everything else you don’t. In more than one shelter he’s been told freezing to death isn’t a bad way to go. His alley mattress had been tossed but that alley was out of the wind. For right now that’s all he cares about. Eric stops him again. “Listen, dick wad, I asked you if you had a place to go.” The guy stares at Eric. His eyes are glassy, pupils dilated the size of dimes, his eye dart left to right several times to see how much this guy is going to fuck with him. He’s a little afraid of him because of his size, but he’s been beat up before. So who fuckin’ care. “Well, do you?” the guy demands. “Sure, I got a suite at the Waldorf, now get the fuck out of my way,” he says, trying to push Eric aside. But the guy’s big and doesn’t budge, so he ends up bumping into him. He just stands there. His face buried in Eric’s chest. Eric rest his chin on top of his head. He smells. Well, what’d he expect? “C’mon,” he says, practically dragging him by his threadbare coat. Tommy, freezing and tired, doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist. At the stoop of Eric’s apartment, Eric asks him if he’s got a name. “Everyone’s got a name,” Tommy says, struggling up the stoop. “Tom. Tommy Price.” “Tommy P.,” Eric taunts, brightly. “The famous Mr. T paying me a visit.” Tommy gives him the stink-eye as he’s let into the building. This guy, he reckons, really is an ass. As soon as they’re in the apartment, Eric forces him into the shower. It’s a pretty big three bedroom apartment. One room for his older brother, one for Eric. The third bedroom was supposed to be for Evan, but since he’s still in high school he lives with their folks. So right now the bedroom’s empty, except there’s piles of GQ magazines all over the floor. All belong to Eric’s. Eric’s in the kitchen heating up a can of sloppy joe mix when a wet Tommy, wrapped with a towel around his waist, another one over his shoulders, wanders in. He seems lost, but looks a hundred times better than twenty minutes ago. Eric sniffs him. “Presentable,” he pronounces, to which Tommy sneers back. “Hungry?” Tommy flops in the chair, still tweaking but starting to get his bearings. “Fuckin’ kidding me?” He looks at the label on the counter. “Manwich?” he scoffs. Eric opened two buns on separate plates and divvies up the meat. “Got another dinner engagement, you’re welcome to leave.” “Fuck you,” Tommy says, snatching the plate and starts scarfing it down, orange sauce staining his sparse beard. In between open mouthfuls, he says, “I’m back in my fifth grade cafeteria!” He looks up at Eric. “You live in this big place alone?” He’s impressed but tries to not show it. “Nah, told you it’s me and my brother.” “What’s with the room with the nudie magazines?” “GQ, not nudie magazine,” Eric snaps, indignantly. “Right,” says Tommy, as he finished his sandwich. “You want another?” Tommy’s not one to refuse an offer. “Ab-so-lute-ly,” he says, merrily. He hasn’t felt warmth in his belly since he doesn’t know when. When it relaxes, Eric sees Tommy’s got a nice face, pretty almost, with a cute dimpled smile. The track marks, though, are definite off-putting. As he’s fixing Tom’s second round, Eric says, “So you can’t stay in my brother’s room, but I got a rollout under my bed.” “Sure. Whatever.” Tommy reaches up to relieve Eric of the plate before he might change his mind. Deep into the second sandwich, he asks while he chews, “So, like, what’s your name?” “Eric,” he says. He swallows. “Got a last name?” “Why?” “Just wondering. Most people do?” “Jones.” “Eric Jones. Sounds like an alias,” Tommy says, finishing the sandwich, then starts licking his bright orange fingers. “It’s okay. Lot of guys use phony names.” Eric laughs sardonically. “Well it’s my name.” “And you’re gay.” “No!” Eric states, emphatically. “What makes you think I’m queer?” It’s what Eli’s always accused him of, sometimes joking, sometimes not—now he’s pissed. “Why’d you ask me up here? Your brother out and all.” “You know what? I made a really bad call. You probably need to get out of here.” Eric won’t look at him as he’s taking the plates, spraying them in the sink, shoving them in the dishwasher—Tommy’s up on his feet saying sorry, sorry. Eric slams the dishwasher’s door. He leans his back against the counter, arms crossed. “My bad, man,” Tommy’s pleading. “Look, I’m an idiot. I never thought you were queer.” He’s backpedaling as fast as if his life depended on it. “No, man. I just didn’t know what was up, y’know? Like if you were expecting—” “I’ve got a fiancé,” Eric interjects. “A place in Scarsdale we’re moving to. At some point.” Tommy’s silent, like, whatever, doesn’t matter to him. Eric’s frustrated, exasperated. “Fuck I’m explaining to you for.” Then: “No good deeds goes unpunished, do they?” “Wouldn’t know,” Tommy says, drudging through the apartment looking for his clothes. “I try to avoid good deeds. So, where’s my clothes? I’ll leave.” “In the washer.” Tommy purses his lips. “So, what, now you’re shanghaiing me? Or you gonna throw me naked on the street? What’s the deal, man?” Tommy’s now frustrated, too, but more than anything he’s confused. “Sure. I’m kidnapping a bum off the street.” “I ain’t a bum.” “Sorry. I take a kid off the street—” “I ain’t a kid either.” A tremor goes through his body. He wraps the towel for warmth around his shoulders. He doesn’t want the asshole to see it, but his trembling is beyond his control. “You want a robe?” Tommy tries to mouth yes as his teeth chatter, but he knows a robe won’t stop his shaking. He knows what will. Eric goes to his bedroom and comes back with a thick terrycloth robe. Tommy takes the towel off his shoulders, puts on the robe. He pulls the towel from his waste and Eric glimpses a red and black tattooed demon from navel to cock on Tommy. He ties the robe and wraps his arms around himself, which doesn’t keep his teeth from chattering. Tommy’s agitated, thinking through what he’ll need to do to score: who; where. “So, when my clothes dry I’ll leave.” “Shut the fuck up.” The washer buzzes and Eric goes in the laundry room. There’s banging of metal, appliance doors opening and closing, clicking, then a whir of a dryer. “You don’t have to fuckin’ leave.” Tommy is again search the apartment. “I had a coat when I came in.” “In the hall closet. Don’t worry. I didn’t steal your stash, or whatever. An empty baggie fell out. I just threw it out.” “In here?” Tommy asks, going through the kitchen garbage can. He finds the baggie. Opens it. Rubs his finger getting any residual powder and spreading it over his gums. Eric looks on, repelled. “Better now?” Tommy looks slightly relieved. “You smoke?” he asks Eric. “Cigarettes?” Eric responds. “No. Smoke crack. Yes, cigarette.” “I quit. My brother might have left a pack,” Eric says, leaving the kitchen. He returns with a filtered cigarette and gives it to Tommy. Tommy gives a mock bows, then rips off the filter and tosses it in the trash. He bends over the gas stove and gets it lit. Tommy leans back on the stove and is as serene as Eric’s ever seen him. “So, what d’ya feel like doing? Little late news? Round of canasta?” Tommy arches a playful eyebrow. “What do you and your brother do at night?” Eric doesn’t like the implication. “Sleep, which is what I’d like to do. I bet you can’t though. You’re gonna be up all night?” “No. I’ll conk out at some point.” He follows Eric to his bedroom bringing the ashtray from the kitchen with him. The room’s Spartan. No poster, books, or pictures; a few CDs and CD player; a bong on his nightstand; and there’s a large TV on top of his chest of drawers. His closet, though, Tommy notes, is stuffed with nice clothes. “Wouldn’t mind falling asleep to a movie. Been a while since I did that. Smoke bother you?” Eric shakes his head and pulls a foam mattress from under the bed. Puts some sheets on it. He throws Tommy a blanket who tucks it under his arm. Eric turns on the TV, gives Tommy the controls, and tosses a couple of pillows from his bed on the foam mattress. Tommy quickly props himself up with the pillows. Tommy sets the ashtray next to him, stubs out his half-finished smoke, and flips through the channels till he finds an old black and white movie. He turns the sound way down so the actors are barely audible. Eric hangs his shirt and khakis in the closet. Crossing in front of the TV, he slips off his underwear with an attentive Tommy watching. He finds his gym shorts and slips them on. The room’s quiet except for the couple on TV. “If you want water or anything, you know where the kitchen is. You okay till your clothes dry?” “Don’t have much choice, do I?” Tommy’s looking up at Eric as he climbs into bed and shutting off the light. Blue lights flicker across the ceiling. Lauren Bacall’s sultry voice taunts Humphry Bogart, “You know how to whistle, Steve?” Tommy and Lauren speak as one: “You just put your lips together and blow.” The TV cuts to a car commercial and Tommy hits mute. Now it’s just blue lights and silence. Eric flips over on his side facing the wall. Under the covers, Tommy opens his robe and starts stroking his cock. This goes on for some time. A steady swishing of the cotton sheets. Tommy’s breathing. Tommy stops. Listens. Starts up again. He’s beats off for a while. Stops. Listens. Listens some more. What’s he listening for? For Eric’s reaction. He knows Eric’s awake. He’s too quiet to be sleeping. Eric, in fact, is barely breathing. Eric’s listening, too. Tommy can hear him listening. Tommy puts a hand under Eric’s sheets, finds Eric, who jumps and is now tense as a trapped hare. Tommy’s hand stays on Eric’s ribs, waiting for rejection, but it doesn’t happen. His body flows up into Eric’s bed. His hand reaches around Eric’s flat rippled stomach. Eric’s actually trembling. Tommy is at his neck. Gives his neck a soft peck, then his collar bone. His hand runs up Eric’s chest, turning him on his back. He runs his hand through the soft pelt of his chest. Up to his shaved chin, his clenched jaw, his open eyes staring straight at the blue dancing lights on the ceiling. Tommy slides himself up. Over his lips. Leans down so they meet. Eric puts out his hand, touches Tommy’s beard, not to stop him, but to feel whiskers for the first time. He’s never had a man’s this close to his face before. A new sensation. Beard on his skin. Whiskers brushing across his lips. A sparse blond beard on his cheek. It answers his question of what it would be like. Now he knows. Eric's erect like he’s never been before. Tommy finds it through his gym shorts and starts stroking him, disappearing under the covers, pulling off the shorts. Eric jumps as Tommy’s mouth devours his cock. His big cock’s never been deep throated, and he can’t believe a throat can swallow his member down to his pubes. But Tommy’s down there, his cockhead buried deep inside his throat. It’s enough to make him cum on the spot, but Tommy rises from under the sheets and straddles Eric’s waist. His wet cock pokes at Tommy’s ass and slowly Tommy’s lowers himself onto it. “You have Vaseline or anything?” Tommy asks. “Something you beating off with?” Eric takes a tube of KY from his nightstand and hands it to Tommy. Tommy lubes his hole and Eric’s mammoth rod, and eases down on the cock, lowering himself slowly, excitedly, till this butt rests amid Eric’s pubes. Then he starts writhing slowly, grinding his ass against Eric’s rock hard cock, pleasuring him with long strokes—from his tip then plunging down to his base. Eric runs his hands along Tommy’s sides, feels his smooth, flat chest, and for the first time grabs hold of a cock that’s not his own. Tommy’s hard, too, and Eric stroking him makes Tommy pounce on his cock that much harder. They’re easily in synch with one another’s bodies, as natural as one hand washing the other. Tommy plays with Eric’s nipples. It’s another new sensation. Eric’s not sure if he likes it, but apparently his dick does because he’s fucking Tommy’s ass harder still the more Tommy pinches his nipples. That’s not lost on Tommy, who tweaks Eric’s nipples even harder. Eric can’t hold back anymore, and bucks his cock into Tommy, holds his hips, fucking fiercely and spurting the most feral orgasm of his organized life. He’s loud and he doesn’t care. “Fu—uh—ck!” he shouts, taking Tommy’s hips and slamming them down repeatedly on his cock. Tommy’s right there spewing cum over Eric’s hairy chest. They keeping fucking after each of them has climaxed, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. One hand still washing the other. Tommy riding Eric’s cock, drawing out as much cum from him as possible, and Eric seeing that by stroking Tommy’s spent cock it makes him flinch and moan—a torture he gets off on, inflicting small torments on this guy. “Stop,” Tommy begs him after he’s been milking him for quite a while, but that only makes Eric snarl and continues the torture. Tommy’s contributing, too, continuing to gyrate Eric’s big cockhead, but it’s getting softer and threatens to pop out. So Tommy stills Eric’s hand and simply rests on Eric’s deflating dick. Even flaccid, Tommy finds it still fills his ass with its enormous girth and length, and won’t come out even if he squeeze it. That’s a new one. He’s content to let it rest inside him for now, and Eric’s happy to have his cock buried in such a warm, wet ass. When Tommy leans over to lap up cum entwined on Eric’s neck, Eric’s cock oozes out along with a dribble of spunk. Tommy’s got of mouth full of cum and bends over to pass it to Eric. Eric turns his face to the side causing Tommy to frown. He slurps down the cum. “More for me then,” he says, and flops next to Eric. Eric turns to his side and kisses Tommy, tasting salty remnants of cum for the first time. So many firsts. He feels like he’s suddenly seeing color after living a lifetime in black and white. But he can’t see past tonight, even past this moment. How could he ever integrate this street person, this bum, a beggar, who’s opened his eyes to a spectrum of hues where he lived only in monochrome before? Would he pull Tommy up, or will Tommy pull him down? Tommy lights up the half-finished cigarette from the ashtray, lighting it with matches from Eric’s bong. Eric slips his arm under Tommy’s head, who rests it back on Eric’s shoulder. Eric plucks the cigarette from Tommy’s fingers and takes a hit. Still holding the cigarette, he lets Tommy take a drag. It’s like Tommy’s kissing his fingers. He is. Tommy’s finished with the dishes at the sink in their island shack. He removes the cigarette from Eros’ fingers, takes a hit before giving it back. “Time to sit and spin.”

Part 2 I avoided my friend for a few days after that night until the weekend my roommate went away with his boyfriend. I was lying in bed with my morning wood when there was a knock at the door. I opened the door without even asking who was there. It was my friend from the other night all by himself with me standing there only in a pair of boxers and my morning wood pointing his way. For some strange reason I didn’t go soft but seemed to grow harder as thoughts of that night from the previous weekend seemed to flow through my mind. My friend reached down and grabbed my hard cock letting me know that he was glad to see that I was excited to see him. A slight moan escaped through my lips as he walked in telling me to shut the door. He had his ‘pipe’ with him and I needed no coaxing to smoke with him. Soon enough we were feeling really good as we kissed. He said I had a couple more lessons and he was my private tutor. I wasn’t sure what he meant until he pushed my head into his crotch telling me it was time to learn to suck dick. The drugs had me going as I opened my mouth and he slid his 8” cock inside. He coached me about breathing through my nose as I attempted to do the best I could at sucking him. Of course through all this I found my own cock hard and throbbing. He whispered to me that if I gave him a good blow job he’d let me fuck him as he fucked me the week before. The idea of experiencing what it would be like to fuck a guy and compare that t fucking a chick. I did my best to work his rod with my mouth and tongue. My bud began to run his hands through my hair as I heard his breathing begin to quicken and his cock seemed to grow harder in my mouth. I knew he was going to blow his load and wasn’t sure I was ready to swallow another guys sperm until he said fuck yeah, you know you want to swallow my cum, yeah bro suck my cock, eat my cum. He then fired into my mouth as I was shocked at first until I got a really good taste of his spunk. It was kind of sweet with a slight salty taste, tangy in a way. I then hungrily sucked for all I could get out of his cock. When he pulled his softening cock from my hungry mouth I looked up at him and knew it was time to fuck him. We hit the pipe a few more times and he taught me how to shotgun the smoke to each other before laying back, grabbing some lube and greasing up my hard cock and his hole. He guided me between his legs as I needed no help guiding my cock to his hungry hole. He urged me to sink in balls deep in a single thrust. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he urged me to fuck him and breed his ass. His ass was nice, warm and tighter than any pussy I ever fucked. He knew what I was thinking as he urged me on telling me to enjoy my first ass. I could feel him work his ass muscles, making note to do the same the next time he was to fuck me……..OH MY GOD! DID I REALLY WANT TO GET FUCKED AGAIN?? Between the warmth, the tightness and how he worked his ass it didn’t take long before I was really pounding his hole and getting close to cumming. He told me to breed his ass just before kissed me, That’s when I felt a strong orgasm start and I flooded his ass with my load.

Part 2 About two weeks later, I couldn't get that silver daddy, Phil, out of my mind. His cock was perfect, and his words made me feel like he was in control. So I texted him: Me: "Hey, sir. This is Adam. My hole is feeling pretty empty today. Think you could fill it up?" Phil: "You bet, boy. Get your butt over here around 4. I'm going to invite Hank over, too. I promised him. When I told him you had never barebacked before that night, his one-word response was: 'Jackpot!'" Me: Sounds cool. See you at 4. As I took the bus over to Phil’s place, the idea that I had given my hole up to these older men had my head a in spin. My dick got hard as I was distracted in my thoughts. Today was a warm day, so I wore a tank top and my shiny blue work out shorts, material so thin that a hard on cannot hide. When I came out of trance, a younger gay kid across the aisle had a big grin on his face. He nodded a hello, and I turned red and half smiled back. Underneath, I wore a clean white jock. I was hoping that I'd spend the night with Phil, and get more of his cock and sperm up my ass. As I stood in the apartment building hall, Phil answered the door in a robe. "Get that ass in here, boy." I walked in and he closed the door behind us. He then pulled me against his body from behind and I felt his hard cock push against the crack of my ass. His hands groped my crotch and dick through the thin satiny fabric of my shorts. "Strip down to your jock and get on all fours on my bed." I did as Phil demanded and felt a bit cold and exposed this way on Phil's bed. Phil soon entered the room with a jar of Vaseline and a lube shooter that I guessed was full of his sperm again. Phil told me to spread my legs more, and then proceeded to finger my hole with the petroleum jelly. "I can't believe you let us just bareback you like that last time. Were you sore?" "Just for a few days," I answered. "I am not using my sperm to lube you up just yet. It needs to thaw for a bit, and Hank wants to try fucking without all the cum this time. He's on his way over now, and I promised him your hole this afternoon. I'll just be out doing some errands while he's using you." "Yes, sir," I complied as Phil's finger finished lubing my hole. "He's completely turned on by your lack of experience being barebacked, and wants his load in your tight hole as often as possible. Oh, he wants you blindfolded, too." Phil then covered my eyes with a dark cloth and tied a knot at the back of my head. "I'll be taking that asshole of yours all night, don't worry." I heard the door to the apartment open. "He's here. Do what he wants, okay, boy?" "Yes, sir." I heard Phil leave the room and tell Hank to have a good time. The bedroom door opened and I heard Hank close it and lock it. "Hey, boy. Am I glad to see you again!" As he moved to the bed, I could hear the unmistakable swoosh and squeak sound of leather. And I could smell the smoky musk of it, too. Hank got on the bed and mounted himself over me. He bit my ear as a soft leather mound brushed against my jock-strapped ass. "Have Charlie and I got a surprise for you!" I closed my eyes under the blindfold as Hank, whose face is still a mystery to me, taunted me with a new proposition. "When Phil texted me that you were coming over, I sent Charlie to the bathhouse to collect some random loads this afternoon. Charlie scored six used condoms, tied them off, and gave them to me. Those six condoms are right here in my pocket, boy!" Hank roughly bucked his leather covered mound against my hole. "And I've got a pair of scissors in my other pocket, boy. Let's get started." Hank then put some sort of leather gag on my mouth and whispered, "By the way, Phil claims you as his, but he doesn't need to know about these random loads. Now put that big chest of yours down against the bed; but keep that newbie cum hole up in the air." I did, my hole completely vulnerable to Hank. I heard more leather rustling and then a metallic snip of the scissors. I then felt the anonymous sperm of someone's bathhouse condom pour onto my hole. "So fucking hot, boy. Phil told me you're new to barebacking?" I nodded. "Good answer. I love nothing more than loading up a new young hole." Oh, god! I thought to myself: I'm gonna get some anonymous guys' cum loads pushed into my hole! A second snip of the scissors, and I felt a second load as it coated my hole. These would be the fifth and sixth men, total strangers from a bathhouse, breeding my hole. "Okay, let's start with these." Hank then unsnapped what I think was his soft leather cod piece, because the next thing I felt was his P.A. teasing my hole. "Did you bring any condoms this time, boy?" I swallowed hard and shook my head. "Well, lucky me. I brought my own." He laughed, "Always wear protection, boy," he mocked. I then heard him open a wrapper. A condom—now?, I thought to myself. "You never know about these random loads.” He is teasing me. "A rough top like me can't risk catching something." I then heard him roll on the condom over his hard cock and the P.A. that so expertly worked my prostate last time. He teased my hole with the latex-covered metal and then pushed in. "Here goes, boy." The two bathhouse loads and the petroleum jelly lube made entry easy for Hank's condom-sheathed cock. "Fuck, fuck!" he kept exclaiming, as he pushed deeper into my hole. "Your hole is absolute perfection, boy. I can't believe I get to violate you like this. Just take it, boy. Take these anonymous loads for me up that nice bubble butt of yours." Hank got balls deep in my hole and began a hard bucking just short in-and-out fucks. "Damn! Take it, boy. Take these loads Daddy Hank is giving you." I felt Hank pull out just enough to leave his cock head inside me, and I heard more snipping of the scissors, and felt warm sperm dripping onto my penetrated hole. "Fresh anonymous load number three, boy." Hank then put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and holding one of my nostrils closed. "Take a hit!" I did. "Now the other side." On the second intake of poppers, I was fully up. And Hank knew he could begin longdicking me in earnest, making sure all three loads got fucked in good. As Hank fucked me, I savored the sensation of being poppered up and surrendering to whatever Hank wanted. I was here to be used by Phil, but it seems like he wants to share me, too. I wondered if he was pimping me out to Hank for money. I didn't care. All I wanted in that moment was Hank's cock and the all the sperm surrounding it. I thought about Coach Pfeiffer again, too: How he should have been the first man to load me up; How he probably wanted to fuck me every time he spoke to me; How naïve I was; How I would have fallen for him fully and how that would have ruined his life when someone found out about us; how things were different then; how things are different now. Hank rode my hole for a good half hour before I heard him say that the condom broke. “Ha! Phil must have lubed you with Vaseline before I got here. Shit! The rubber's already halfway down my cock! Well, the damage is done. Let’s get you knock you up, boy. You want my load don't you?" I nodded and yelled yes as best I could through the gag. "Yeah, boy, you want ol' Hank’s load." He continued fucking me. With the condom broken, the metal of Hank's P.A. was now free to knock on my prostate like it did two weeks ago. It was like scratching an itch, and I relished it. As the P.A. and Hank's cock head hit my spot, I writhed in ecstatic submission to it. Hank got me in a bear hug and whispered, "Fuck Phil! I want this hole for myself, boy. Let me have your hole, boy. Nod if you understand that I'm stealing your hole away from Phil." I nodded furiously, just wanting Hank to keep slamming against my prostate and for him to shoot his soothing seed all over it. Hank, a man whose face I've never seen is now staking a claim on my hole for himself. "Phil just wants a young boyfriend he can bareback and breed whenever he wants." Hank taunted me in a hushed tone at my ear. "I just want to violate and use your beautiful solid young body and nice tight hole—fuckin’ turn you into my personal slut boy." I gave my ass fully to Hank. In my head I was begging to feel his hot load shoot off inside me, taking me. "I'm close, boy." He was pounding my ass, still locking me in a tight bear hug as I squirmed. Anonymous cum was leaking down the inside of leg. "Uh, uh, uhhhhhnnn… fuck yeah… loading up my boy's hole for good. Damn, feel that load, boy? This load is making you mine." I felt about four shots of warmth enter deep in my gut. I was euphoric. I was Hank's. Hank continued to fuck in and out slowly and reached down to feel my hard cock head loading precum into my white jock strap pouch. He used his thumb to tease my cock head through the material, and I pumped out a good amount of precum. "I like how my boy leaks." Hank pulled out of my ass and I felt him put his head between my legs. I soon felt the wet warmth of his mouth as he put my dick and balls-packed jock pouch into his mouth and try to suck on it. As he did this, I felt two of his fingers enter my hole. "Sweet pre-jizz, boy. I wanna taste all that you gave Charlie." With that he used the scissors to cut open my jock pouch, right under the waist band until the pouch material fell between my legs. Hank used his hand and mouth then to milk my hard young cock. Over the next five minutes, I let go of a lot of precum into Hank's mouth. He started jacking my cock vigorously with my cock head against his lips and his tongue tip. And that set me off. I yelled behind the gag as I unloaded into Hank's mouth. Hank sucked me dry and then pushed me over onto my back on the bed. "That was a sweet load, boy. How young are you?" He took the gag out and I cleared my throat before answering, "25, sir." “Mm.” Still blindfolded, I listened as Hank walked across the room and snapped up his leather cod piece. Then he laid back on the bed and bear hugged me from behind. In a hushed voice, he said "Tell me your number, boy." I recited it. "And your name is Adam?" I nodded. "Good. When I text you, you answer me. Okay?" I nodded again. "Phil intends to have you spend the night here with him, and I know he'll be fucking you off and on all night. I'm okay with that. Let him think he owns you; that you are his—I don't care. You know that you belong to me now, right boy?" I nodded and said, "Yes, sir." "Good boy." Hank tussled my hair and let go of me. I heard him cross the room and pick up something from a table or dresser. "I'm going to spike Phil's lube shooter here with these here other three bathhouse loads," he said. I listened as the scissors went to work on the three remaining condoms. "You cannot tell him, boy. He'll fuck you thinking only my load and his will be lining your hole. Not these six anonymous ones from the bathhouse. He's got a huge cock. Let him pound all those loads in good for me." My eyes closed in the powerful realization that Phil's gigantic cock will be aiding in Hank's violation of my hole using the loads of six unknown men. "I'll be in touch sometime this week. Good night, boy." "Good night, sir." Hank left the bedroom and shut the door. Exhausted, I stripped out of the blindfold and my broken jock strap (I'll have to wear my old jock for next Saturday's game). I got under the bed covers and fell fast asleep with a small ache deep in my ass. -- Phil woke me by telling me to roll over and spread my legs. He put the lube shooter on my hole and pushed the nub just inside. I felt the liquid sperm enter me and my eyes closed as I thought about the three new anonymous loads adding to Hank's violation of my newly bred hole. These are the sperm loads of man #8, #9 and #10—and all of these men unknown to me. When I think about how hard my second boyfriend tried to convince me to let him bareback me, and how I refused to allow it, I smiled at the thought that I was saving myself for this moment. These men are getting off on my inexperience—the taking of a hole that, until a few weeks ago, had never had a raw dick or even single live sperm inside it. "Okay, boy. You're fully loaded now with my stash load. I made that batch while thinking of how I took your bareback cherry two weeks ago. I'm going to be nailing that and Hank's load in all night. You ready?" "Yes, sir." "Turn over, on your back." I flipped over. I tried to keep the loads inside as best I could. Phil climbed up on my chest. He was wearing black silk boxers. I could see the mushroom head of his cock as it strained against the thin material. He grabbed his dick through the boxers and rubbed it across my lips. "Let's get this in your throat first." Phil unbuttoned the fly on the boxers and pulled out his very large cock. His aimed his cock at my mouth and I opened up. He went directly to the back of my throat and I gagged. "It's alright, boy, breathe through your nose. It's okay to choke on it a little, too. I like that." I looked at the brown bottle Phil had placed on the night stand as I choked and gagged on the invading old man's cock head. "No, not right now. I'll get you poppered up good just before I go to town on that tight young hole of yours." Phil grabbed my hair and fucked my throat in earnest. "Yeah! Let me have that throat, boy!" I opened up my throat and let Phil abuse it. He went for ten minutes and had to pull out to keep from coming. "Almost loaded up your throat, boy. One day I'll give you a load there, but right now I want that great hole of yours wrapped around my dick when I cum." Phil moved back and pushed my muscular thighs up and grabbed hold of my ankles to position his dick at my hole. He grabbed the poppers and told me to open them and take about four good hits, two up each nostril. On the third hit I was already feeling the buzz, but I followed Phil's orders and even took an extra long drag on the fourth hit. I wanted Phil's massive cock inside me fast. My body tingled with warmth as I watched Phil's face, his mouth open as his big cock filled up my chute. I watched his white-bearded face and blue eyes as he told me that he needed to fuck in all that seed into my boy hole. "Fucking prime cherry jock ass, just letting us old men nail our loads in. Jesus Christ, boy!" He pumped harder and harder for about five minutes. The whole time I was thinking about the six anonymous loads that Hank had made sure got inside me. And I thought about how Phil did not know about these anonymous bathhouse loads that he was now pounding into me. "I got a nice fuckin' hole right here, huh boy. So fucking hot! Only condom fucking until you met us. I've got a big load brewing up for you, boy. No more condoms for this hole.” It seems Phil liked to talk during sex. "I'm gonna fill this hole up whenever you need my cock, Adam. You just let me know. I'll keep that hole of yours loaded up. Damn, I'm close!" Phil fucked me harder with the full girth of his massive cock. I wanted it. I started grunting with every thrust he made up my ass. "Do it, Phil, sir. Fucking give me your fresh swimmer load!" I urged him on. "I need it inside me, sir. Breed that newbie hole, Phil." "Fuck, here it is… take it up the ass, Adam!" He came loudly and I felt the flood of warm sperm rushing in. I watched his face contort as he came inside me. "Yes, sir, I feel your load. I feel it. Fuck!" He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "I'm gonna work that in for a few minutes. Make sure you get every drop." Phil continued fucking me with short rough bucks. "Damn that's a nice hole." I fell back to sleep after Phil pulled out. It was nighttime when he mounted my ass again—from behind this time, as I slept on my stomach. He didn't say anything. I think he wanted me to stay asleep. He just used his legs to kick mine apart, then he easily speared my open hole with his massive raw cock. For the rest of the night, we remained connected like that: Phil slowly pumping his cock in and out of me while we drifted in and out of sleep.