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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.

I grew up in a town of 500 people and my father was the town minister and when I turned 18 we moved we moved to a large town as he was given a bigger ministry also this ministry had a college where I could get a free education. I just finished high school in May and we moved right in and was told about the dress code, that all males had to wear black pants with white shirts and a tie, all females wore a dress and blouse the same colors as the boys. The school gave us our orientation rules of conduct of what we can not do. NO SEX of ANY KIND NO ALCOHOL NO DRUGS NO COFFEE NO SODAS NO CURSING of ANY KIND IF YOU ARE WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX YOU MUST BE CHAPERONE Then we were told which part of the city we can go to and what parts we could not go to. One of the places we were told to never go by was is this warehouse that I can see from my bedroom. Since I was little I was always in bed by 10 pm as only the bad people are out after 10 PM I see men going to this warehouse. I take a pair of my father binoculars and watch what is going and I see this one older male dragging this boy about my age as he looks drug up. I notice my dick is rock hard and I wonder what is really going on down there, so I climb down the back staircase of this house and go over to the building. I'm on the side of the building and I hear them talking real loud and they are saying things that I have never before in my life. I hear the following things being said. Do you want this load? YES Do you want to be my son? YES Hold out your arm as I'm going to slam you. Then it is quite till I hear some moaning. Then someone says to take it you faggot bitch, Then I want your load in me deep. That is your first POZ load. So who is next and this goes on for all the time I was there and my dick is dripping from this, I'm scared and have to get back to bed before my father finds out I was over at this place that as I know this is one place that is on the list we are NEVER to go near. The first week in June the weather is always great as I sit on a bench at the school campus eating lunch as this gentleman and ask if he can sit next to me, as he does I do see he is not one of us but an outsider with his long hair, blue jeans that are very tight and low hanging. He asks me what I was doing last night and I said I was in bed at 10 PM and he laughs and said BULL SHIT as you were hanging outside the building and pulls out some pictures from the video cameras they have outside there place. You are not the first one to be interested in what is going nor will you be the last one as we catch you boys spying on us as this school is a gold mine for us, they tell you to avoid us and yet you want to hear then see what goes on inside, well we caught you and either you come by in a week or these pictures will go to your father and the school. I have no idea what to do as my parents and I are going out of the country on missionary work and they will be gone for 2 months. I find out the school also will be having a summer school schedule and I tell my parents I should be doing that and my father agrees as I need to get up to speed on the work here. I say to my self this will buy me some time to figure out what to do. My parents are leaving tomorrow as this is the last day I have to decide what I'm going to do. I really can't hide this from my father so I head over the warehouse early Saturday morning and knock on the door and this big biker dude opens the door and says kid you are early and we have been expecting you or we were going to hand your pictures your father the pictures before he got on the plane. If they had done that my father would come home and killed me. In the place, it is very open with some rooms all around and it has a second floor, the biker dude is doing some cleanup and yells for the boy who is helping him to come out. He is only wearing a small jock strap with a bug-eyed look on his face. Biker dude tells me he is glad I showed up as I will have a lot of fun here as at that school is really boring and here you will learn about what you were meant to be, I ask what am I going to be and he just lick his lips. He wants to know how tall I am weight and dick size also, I say 5ft.7 inch WT. 110 as he hands me a ruler to measure my dick as its soft he comes over and grabs me and starts to stroke my dick, I start to protest and he slaps me and says you will never repulse an advance from us again as right now you are just a worthless piece of fuck meat as he starts to rip off my clothes and forces me to drink this horrible liquid. The boy in the jock strap comes over and helps holds me down and is smiling at me with a sinister look in his eye. Biker dude is putting his finger in my ass hole and seems to be very happy as he tells the boy I have never been penetrated before but that won't last long he says. Whatever way in the liquid is having its effect on me as my mind is spinning. The boy puts a leather harness on me and strokes my dick as my will to resist is gone and anyway, it feels very good as he starts to kiss me, the biker dude grabs the boy and says he is not for you until after we get to finish with him.

Total Dom aggressive verbal top here looking for a twink or slim bttm to host an Anon breeding no questions asked you ass up door unlocked ready for me to walk in and use your hole how ever I please I'm not hung but definitely thick and will leave you gaping

Part 1 My name in Bradley Bartholomew Barrington. It was during my senior year in high school, I had just turned 18 and was starved for sex. I had heard from people I chatted with on line that the bathhouse was a great place to lose my virginity. I was warned to be careful since most guys who went to the baths preferred to fuck raw. As much as bareback sex war a turn on, I knew it could be risky. Most of my straight friends preferred to fuck their girlfriend without rubbers, but I didn't want to catch anything so early in my sex life. I worked things out with a friend to cover for me so I could hit the bathhouse on a Friday night. I followed some advice I was given and made sure I was 'cleaned out' and ready to be fucked (if it came too that), heading to the bathhouse around 10 pm, trying to get in before it got too busy and they increased the cover to get inside. I parked down the block not wanting anyone to recognize my car in the parking lot and walked down the block. I made sure to have my own rubbers to use and walked down the block. I walked I through the door where a cute guy (maybe in his mid to late 20's) greeted me asking me for my ID and if I wanted a room or locker. I asked how much for each and was told $40 for a room and $15 a locker. I only had $20 and went for a locker. He gave me a towel and a key and told me that with the locker I was good for 48 hours before I'd have to renew the locker. He could tell this was my first visit to the baths and he suggested I check out the hot tub first. I found my locker, stripped down and put my towel around my slim waist. I'm sure to most of the guys there I looked too young to be I the bathhouse. At 5'8", 130 pounds, with barely enough hair above my 7"cock, arm pits and legs they'd all think I was barely 16, but, of course, I had to be legal to through the door. Once I was situated I made my way around checking things out. It wasn't the crowded but I found a cute guy (close to my age by the looks of it, I'm guessing early 20's). I'm guessing he was about 6' and had a nice slim, swimmer's build with a smooth muscular chest. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and I guess that was a good place as any to relax for a while before checking out more if the place. I sat across from him and he smiled at me as his cock began to grow (as did my own). He motioned for me to come sit by him and I figured that this was a good if time as any to meet someone. I moved over to his side of the hot tub and sat down as he moved into the tub to join me under the water. He introduced himself as Seth and commented that he'd never seen me around before tonight. I admitted that I had just turned 18 and wanted to check this place out. He told me about himself that he was 26 and came her for the first time about the same age and he was guided in the baths by an experienced older guy. He added that I needed to be careful, that many guys would want to prey on a cute young thing like me. I let him know that I was aware of that and I only play safe and showed him that I bought my own rubbers. He leaned in close to me giving me a kiss on my ear as he said that he played safe too, then suggested we go back to his room and get to know each other better. He now gave me a real kiss on the lips as our tongues mixed in a heated exchange. He then guided my hand to his hard cock and then placed his hand on mine. I could tell he was experienced as we got really into making out. He stood up and took me by the hand leading me from the hot tub, down the hall and towards his room. Once we got to his room we went inside and he shut the door behind us. The room consisted of a large bed, with a TV in the corner and a small bathroom with a shower. He kissed me again as he guided me down on the bed. He paused to ask me if I smoked pot. I let him know that I loved weed. He pulled out a water bong and lit it up taking the first hit before handing the bong to me for me to get a nice hit. He told me to hit it again since he'd smoked earlier I the night. I took five good hits as he urged me on and DAMN, it was good shit! While I was smoking Seth began to suck my hard cock. The more I smoked the more sensitive my cock was getting. I've never had weed affect me like this, and I liked it. After the fifth hit he came up and sucked the smoke from my mouth before I could exhale. This turned into another great kiss before he guided my head to his hard cock. I never realized the size of his tool until I tried to go down I him. I had sucked off a couple classmates off, but none of their cocks were as big as his. Seth sensed my inexperience with his size and coached me as I took more and more of his cock into my mouth. Soon his cock was at the entrance to my throat and I want sure I could take him in any further until he told me to inhale through my nose as I went down on him. The next time I went down I took a deep breath through my nose as I felt Seth's hands on the back of my head. When his cock hit my throat he applied a little bit of pressure I the back of my head and his cock slid into my throat. He had me hold it there for a little while before letting me move back up so I could let my breath out before breathing in again as I went back down. This time I was able to get him into my throat on my own. I began to get a nice rhythm going hoping I'd get my first taste of cum, especially as none of the guys I had sucked in the past had ever cum, so I really wanted to see what cum tasted like. I could tell he was getting close when he pulled me off of his hard cock letting me know there was plenty of time for me to swallow cum later. He wanted to smoke some more with me. He packed the pipe with some more pot and I wasn't sure, but it looked like he added something else, but I didn't care, I was getting alive and getting very horny. While I lit up and took a couple of hits, Seth pulled a bottle of Gatorade from his bag and took a drink then offered me some as he took the pipe from me. After working on his cock my mouth was in need of something wet. I took a big drink as Seth the pipe offering me the smoke from his lungs. After that shotgun I was still thirsty and Seth told me that I could finish the bottle since he had more. I downed the rest of the bottle and took the bong from him and took a few good hits. It was at this time Seth pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs and began to lick my hole. I've read abut rimming and this was my first time experiencing the pleasure. I began to feel very hot and my horniness grew as I seemed to ever a slight fog. As Seth expertly tongued my hole the sensation sent my senses into overdrive. He also began to finger my hole and, as he put it, ready it for his cock. He was gentle at first as he explained he needed to stretch me open and that it might burn a bit as he opened me up. While he was working me open he told me to look at the video on the TV, that what was happening to the twink on the screen was going to happen to me soon. In the video the twink was getting fucked by another young guy. The one thing that caught my attention was that the twink was getting fucked raw, but I knew Seth says he played safe so I wasn't worried. Everything was good with him sticking in one finger. Then he rimmed me some more and warned that he was going to try two fingers with some lube. I felt his two digits ease inside me as he flexed them to help 'stretch me' and I felt the burn he mentioned. It didn't last long before I felt a third finger side I with ease as Seth kissed and licked my inner thighs. He has me moaning as he worked my hole open. When Seth pulled his fingers from I felt so empty I begged him to stick them back inside me. He wasn't one to disappoint as he slid three fingers back in flexing them as he had done with his two earlier again I felt the burn as he stretched me open. This elicited a pleasurable moan from me as he worked in deeply. Then, when he pulled his fingers out, he said it was time to get me laid.

Are you SURE it was autocorrect, and not just fat fingers... hmmm, you know what they say about fat fingers-- and if you don't , come closer and let me show you what they are really meant for ( just give me a sec while I find Lukes jock and put it on) lol

WEEBLE AND WICOMB Assmunch was on a tear trying to keep all the guys movin to clean up the barracks before clear out. I didn’t mind much cuz I wanted to get out of there too so I could spend the rest of the day with Wicomb. I gotta say though I kept findin my eyes goin to Assmunch’s friend Kevin. Now that was a nice piece of man right there. He looked a little uncomfortable in those tight slacks and white dress shirt that didn’t hide nothin of what he had goin on. But that hair, and those dreamy eyes, eyes almost as nice as Wicomb’s. I was used to seein muscles, hell Sleeper and Zeus were damn near perfect, but somethin bout seein ‘em move in tight fabric like Kevin had on was so fuckin distractin. Nice meaty bulge too, not like I was starin or nothin. It was just, well… there, ya know? Hard to miss was all. It would be easy for a civilian to seem awkward or out of place, but Kevin wasn’t none of that, just walkin around easy as you please like he belonged. When the brothers teased him about his hair he just gave ‘em an easy grin like he didn’t care. Whatever he said back was too low to hear, but it made the brothers smile or laugh. Just comfortable in his own skin, I guess he was. Sorta like Assmunch. Some guys just knew who they were and that was that, with nothin to prove. That was easy for big guys like Kevin. “He’s definitely something, isn’t he?” I heard Wicomb say. I froze like a mama deer hearing a twig snap. “Relax, Victor.” He continued, puttin a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been checking him out too. He’s got a lot to look at.” I glanced back at him, still uncertain if I was caught doin somethin bad. Lookin was one thing, but I had to try to remember if I had gone over the line. Wicomb chuckled. “Bud, you don’t have to worry. It’s cool.” Damn. He definitely caught me. Crap. I wondered if he figured out I liked guys. That was gonna ruin everythin. It was one thing to do Wicomb a favor for bein nice to me on that trip to North Carolina, and a whole nother thing for him to think I was gay. If he figured it out he probably wouldn’t want to be my friend. I felt a panic start to crush my chest. “Hey, I gotta ask Assmunch somethin, you mind strippin my bunk? I’ll be right back.” I rattled out in a rush. Wicomb looked confused. “Uh, sure bud.” I couldn’t walk away fast enough. I wasn’t lookin for Assmunch, I needed a quiet corner to get myself under control. FUCK! Okay, no more lookin at no one, I gotta be cool. Just around Wicomb. The brothers didn’t care or even notice if I stared at them. Sleeper kinda loved it actually, gettin stared at when he shook that butt of his. I swear he made his dick and balls flop around on purpose when he walked around naked. He’d stretch or yawn while he was standing naked in front of you, darin you to drink in an eyeful. He drove me fuckin crazy sometimes. I loved it. I guess I got too comfortable when none of the guys cared, and we all just accepted more than the usual examination by our brothers. Hell, when your platoon had an actual pissin for distance contest in the showers, then some of them went for a cum-shootin contest, no one cared who was lookin. Footlong even let us feel the weight of his big ole dick once, givin anyone who wanted to a chance to feel what a real big dick felt like. Just the once though, and I think he did it so the guys would just stop talkin about it. He seemed embarrassed by it. I think I’d have to explain to Wicomb. It honestly wasn’t no big deal. Sure Kevin was beautiful, but it was because he was exotic, you know, so different from the Bravos with his long wavy hair like a pro wrestler. “You good Weeble?” Shark asked when he passed me in the hall as I was leanin up against the wall slowin my breath down. I nodded. “Yeah, just had a moment. I’m good, brother.” Shark tilted his head and knitted his eyebrows together, fixin me with a hard stare. “If you’re lying, I’m going to beat it out of you. You’re either good, or you speak up, got it?” It was the concern in his voice that finally relaxed me. My brother would be there for me if I needed it. Just knowing that…well it made me NOT need it, if that makes any sense at all. I smiled. “Yeah Shark, thanks. I’m good now.” He nodded. “Just so you know, it’s when you don’t smile that we know. And we know your fake smile too. Any one of us will have your back, bro. You just pick one of us.” Fuck these were just the best guys. “Thanks for that. I love you, brother.” Shark reached out and pulled my head into a quick arm lock. I felt a kiss on the top of my skull. “I love you too, brother. Get back to your friend. He’s standing there looking like an idiot.” Well, shit, I couldn’t go back bawlin like a baby so I dried the tears before they could fall out of my eyes. I knew walkin back that I’d have to tell Wicomb. If he was the guy I thought he was, or who I hoped he would be, then it wouldn’t matter and he’d still be my friend. If he didn’t understand, then I figured I had plenty of better men in my brotherhood to be friends with. It was kinda funny how we all just tracked each other with part of our attention all the time. We knew immediately when somethin was out of the ordinary. Yeah, my Brothers were all I really needed, if it came down to it. The words sounded good, but I knew it would hurt if that happened, just like it always had. I took a breath before walkin back into the bay. Wicomb knew the barracks drill and my beddin was nowhere to be found, already deposited in the canvas laundry cart sittin at the end of the bay with an Army green AIRBORNE B1A stenciled on the fabric. He’d even rolled my mattress. I walked up with a smile. “Well that brought back all sorts of unpleasant memories.” He said. I guess he was talkin about the clear out. I saw Wanker across the way sittin on Bootlicker’s shoulders shovin who knows what crap up into the ceiling and replacing the ceiling tile. Those two were always up to somethin but they had each other. It seemed like they each found somethin they needed in the other one. But Bootlicker was the boss of all that, whatever it was. “What are they doing?” Wicomb whispered in my ear, throwin his really good feelin arm over my shoulders. I shrugged. “Secret Bootlicker stuff. We don’t ask. Assmunch might know.” “So, all of you have nicknames?” He asked. “Yup, it kinda just happened early on. A couple of the guys started it the first week, and after our first Barracks Bitch Saturday everyone had a nickname. A couple changed along the way, like Assmunch, but most stuck that first week.” I answered. “So what’s yours? Killer? Pit bull? The TERMINATOR?” He emphasized that last one dramatically with an Arnold accent. I laughed. “We don’t have no names like that, it’s all just fun. I’m Weeble.” “Wait…what’s Barracks Bitch Saturday?” Wicomb interrupted. I wasn’t sure how far to go to explain, and was saved by Sleeper in all his glorious nakedness. I saw Wicomb give Sleeper a long, slow once over while Sleeper waited patiently for Wicomb’s eyes to stop roamin. A cocky grin was plastered on his incredible face. “Damn.” I heard Wicomb say under his breath. “You should see Zeus. He’s a BIG GODDAMN when you see him naked.” Sleeper said. “Barracks Bitch Saturday was our only night without the fucking Sarges breathing down our fucking necks, so we had a party in the barracks. One brother got picked to be our slave, the unlucky fuck. Maybe Weeble can tell you about his turn at Barracks Bitch. I’d say you’ll find his second and last times the most noteworthy. Right Weeble?” I shot Sleeper a glare while his handsome prick face grinned with pretend innocence. “Well? What happened?” Wicomb asked. I scowled at Sleeper, who just winked at me. “I thought we weren’t tellin.” I said with a growl. Sleeper put his hands on his hips. “Oh, I think Wicomb can be trusted.” Then Sleeper’s grin dropped and a look passed over his face that I recognized from when I told them about what Delnick and Barnell had done to me. “You can be trusted, can’t you Wicomb?” What was happenin? A look passed between Sleeper and Wicomb. Just the tone in Sleeper’s voice caused the other Bravos within earshot to stop what they were doin and look over at us with a serious look. What the fuck was happenin? “Hey Sleeper, yeah, Wicomb’s good. It’s no big deal.” I said, tryin to smooth things over. “Victor…? What’s going on?” Wicomb asked softly, frozen in place. Sleeper stepped up close, pretty much pressin his naked body against Wicomb, and his eyes never left Wicomb’s face, they were exactly the same height. “Weeble means a fucking lot to us.” Sleeper said in a whisper no one else could hear. “Treat our brother with respect. He likes you, pretty boy, so If you’re just here to use him, fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.” And with that, Sleeper moved to the side and his face resumed its cocky grin. “The second time he was Barracks Bitch. That’s the best one. And Weeble? Tell him ALL of it, then you’ll know.” And then Sleeper walked away. “Hoooooly fuuuuuucckkkk.” Wicomb breathed out. “I’m sorry Wicomb, I didn’t know he was gonna do that.” I said, feelin really bad for Wicomb. That was a little mean of Sleeper, Wicomb hadn’t done nothin. “No, Victor. He’s right, and I’m glad you have guys like him to watch out for you. If I was more like Sleeper none of that bullshit back at Bragg would have happened to you. Look, let’s get this shit done so we can go somewhere and talk. I promise it’s nothing bad.” ****************************** ASSMUNCH Sleeper found me finishing up in the day room. He made me roll my eyes the way he just walked around dick out, shaking his perfect ass. I’m sure Kevin was loving every single minute of it. And Sleeper was loving every minute Kevin was loving it. I’d had Zeus get Tim and Kevin out of the bay before I sent Sleeper in to do his thing. I didn’t want them getting the wrong idea about Sleeper, or the Bravos. “You get it done, bro?” I asked my freeballing friend. Sleeper nodded. “Yup. It was exactly how you called it. Hunter Wicomb couldn’t take his eyes off all this foxyness.” He ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “Stone cold sex fox.” I gave him a slow blink and a deadpan look. “Yeah. Uh. Never do that again, ever. Or say those words. I will seriously puke on ‘all that foxy mess’. Ugh.” “FoxyNESS, you fucking asshole.” Sleeper laughed. Which cracked me up too. “I rubbed my dick on him. And I said something stupid.” I gave him a stare. “What did you say Sleeper?” The dick rubbing… well it wouldn’t be the first time Sleeper rubbed his dick on someone. I couldn’t figure out if he was marking them with his scent, or it was an insult, or some kind of dominance thing…whatever, if he was after you he was either going to teabag you or dick wipe you. Not important. Sleeper shrugged and had a sheepish look on his face. “Well he didn’t move back like I expected him to, so we were, like, dick to dick. And that kinda threw me so it didn’t quite come out like we talked about.” “WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY?” I swear to God I was going to grab his hanging nuts and yank them backwards up through his perfect ass crack in a nutsack wedgie. “Okay, well he did get the point, let me just say that first, okay?” He pointed both his index fingers at me like two pistols, thumbs cocked. “Message delivered and received.” Why the fuck was he drawing this out? “Say it.” “Okay, I said ‘Weeble means a fucking lot to us. Treat our brother with respect.” He paused. “That’s exactly what we talked about.” I didn’t see a problem. Sleeper looked down. “Um, yeah, well that’s where it went off the rails. I said ‘If you’re just here to use him you can fuck off or we’ll fuck you off.’ “Wha——“. I shook my head. “What the fuck does that even mean? We’ll fuck him off?” Sleeper cringed. “I know. I panicked. I think I called him a ‘pretty boy’ too.” I sighed. “Well you better hope we don’t have to follow through on that. If he was checking you out like you say, he has a much different idea of us fucking him off than you meant.” “I was trying to be clever like you.” I snorted. “You’re the pretty one, dumbass. Not the clever one.” His face changed into what I can only describe as a look of righteous victory. “YES! I’m the pretty one. You finally admit it. HA! Hey, you think my operator designation during ops can be Bravo Fox? That’d be so cool.” After which he turned about face and shook that perfect dumper all the way back down the hall while whistling some made up happy tune. “You’re fucking mental, you know that?” I called out to him as he strutted away. He flipped me the bird over his shoulder. And yeah, I watched those marble boulders of his amazing ass bounce until he turned the corner. *********************** We ended up at Wicomb’s hotel room off post. He wanted to get out of his uniform. I had my duffle and packed ruck with me so I put ‘em by the chair. Our Sergeant Airborne released us and after he gave orders to the randoms and holdovers, he told us Bravos we had four days liberty but we had to report back at 0500 Wednesday. I had nowhere to go. I hoped it was okay if I stayed with Wicomb until he went back to Bragg. “Victor?” Wicomb started as he came out of the bathroom. “I need to be honest with you.” “About what, Wicomb?” Wicomb grinned. “Hey bud, can you… call me Hunter? I mean, if you want to. I’d like that.” I smiled. “Sure Hunter. Wow that sounds weird.” He shook his head. “No, the way you say it, it sounds perfect. ‘Hunner’. It’s your southern accent.” He told me. It did sound weird though, to me. I’d always called him Corporal or Wicomb. But Hunter suited him too, it was a man’s name, strong. “Hunter. Hunter. Yeah, I like it.” I said, smiling up at him. “Do you think I could stay here with you Wic— uh, Hunter? I don’t have nowhere to go until I report back. I can pay you half for the room.” “Dude, don’t worry about it, okay? You can stay with me, and you don’t have to pay me half. ” Hunter Wicomb said. “Thanks, that’s real nice of you Hunter Wicomb.” Okay, I gotta stop that, that was way worse, his whole big name. “But…you only have one bed. I can rack on the floor, I got my bag. This’ll be fun! What do you want to do? I have liberty! Oh! I’m hungry! We just had MRE’s today. Hey, can we go to Burger King?” Wicomb held up his hands. “Slow down, bud! Sure, we can do anything you want. And you don’t have to sleep on the floor in your fart sack, bud. Geez, you really want to climb in that thing when you don’t have to?” I shrugged. “I’m used to it, it’s no big deal.” The truth was - I wasn’t sure if I should sleep in the same bed, I really wasn’t. I don’t know if I could sleep next to Wicomb all night just a few inches from his beautiful face. I probably wouldn’t sleep much. “Fuck. Here goes.” Wicomb said. “Victor, look, I um… shit! Victor, please don’t tell anyone what I’m about to say if I’m wrong, okay?” “I wouldn’t Hunter. You’re a good guy, you’re really nice. You’re my friend, right? I wouldn’t do that to a friend.” But now I was concerned. “Are you in trouble, Hunter? I can help. I know how to do stuff now.” If someone was messin with Wicomb well… I’d fuck ‘em off just like Sleeper said. I don’t know exactly what that meant, but I was pretty sure a beatin was in there somewhere. “No, bud, it’s nothing like that. Okay, I’m just going to say it. Please don’t hate me.” He took a deep breath. “Victor I’m gay, and I thought… well,” he paused. “I like you, Victor, a LOT. I understand if you aren’t. I mean, you’re such a bad ass, nothing stops you. I don’t even know how you got through infantry training but you did. I just thought that, you know… last time….” I was stunned. I had a million things goin through my head. “But you didn’t say anythin. After. Why Wicomb? If you had, it woulda changed everythin.” I should have been happy, right? And I was, truly really. I just wanted to know. I would have done so many things different. And then I realized what I would have missed out on. I never would have taken that offer from my Lieutenant that put me with the Bravos. I never would have learned to be strong. I would never have learned what I could do, what I could endure, and who I really was. I would never have learned what it meant to have brothers like the Bravos. I stood up real slow and went over to Wicomb. In a way, he’d done me a big favor. “Hey, bud… it’s cool.” He said, sounding frightened. “I can go. I’m sorry, it was just a mistake.” “Shut up you idiot.” I said, and it came out surprisinly as a command. I grabbed his head and pulled him down into me for a kiss I’d wanted to lay on him from the moment I first set eyes on him back at Bragg. With every kindness he’d shown me, every pat on my back, every smile he gave me when he said ‘Good morning Private Chambers’ like he was just glad to see me. Because he tried to protect me from the guys in the shop bein assholes to me. No one is happy to see Army Privates unless there’s some distasteful duty that needs doin, but Wicomb was always happy to see me. I came up for air and looked at his stunned face with those dreamy electric blue eyes. Such a fuckin stud. And a great kisser too! “I’m gonna do somethin I’ve been dreaming of.” I don’t know where it came from, this confidence, this control and dominance but I wasn’t stoppin. “I’ve had a thing for you since I first saw you, and you bein nice to me all that time, even after all the shit came down, I just wanted you more. I hope you’re ready, we’re gonna fuck our brains out.” Wicomb gulped. “You don’t want Burger King?” I threw him on the bed. “You’re the only King I need right now. We can eat when we’re exhausted.” I sure hoped he could keep up, but even if he couldn’t I’d fuck myself on his beautiful dick if I had to. The first time was kinda awkward, but I know it was on account of me takin charge when I didn’t know what the fuck I was doin. So I’ll tell ya about the second time. Which was WAY better. “Dang, bud.” Hunter said after the first time, in heaving breaths. “Holy shit you’re a wild animal. So meek and innocent on the outside.” He busted out laughing. “What?” I asked. “Fucking Sleeper…’if you’re just here to use him…’. Is that what he meant when he said you were going to fuck me off? Job well done, soldier. Mission accomplished.” He put an arm over his eyes. “I think you broke my dick with that amazing ass of yours. Holy fuck. I’ve never had the cum vacuumed from my balls before.” I was layin beside him, curled up in his arm tryin to catch my own breath. “Sorry, I just been waitin for that a long time. I kinda got carried away.” He chuckled, it was kinda awesome hearing his laugh and voice through his chest. “Sorry?” He snorted. “The fuck you are.” That made me laugh. I wasn’t, even a little bit. “God I love to hear you laugh. You know Victor, you’re just amazing all the way through. How are you so happy all the time, about everything?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I just am. It’s better when you laugh and there’s lots of good stuff happenin all the time. Bad stuff happens, but it’s never as much as the good stuff. It never is. So if there’s more of it, that’s what’s important.” And then Hunter rolled over and kissed me. He kissed me like he wanted to, I felt it. I knew, because no one had ever kissed me like that in my whole entire life. It was all soft and tender, but with that intense hunger of a man. This time, Hunter was doin the drivin. Hunter was grinding his nice big cock into my hip. I liked his dick, the way it was surrounded by a dark bush of pubic hair that got thinner before blendin right into his dark leg hair. He also had a little trail of hair up his stomach to his chest where it spread out over his pecs. It wasn’t a lot, just enough to look like a man. See, that was the thing about Hunter I liked the most. Everythin about him was all man. From the way he walked, to his five o’clock shadow, to his slightly hairy muscled chest, his broad shoulders, his sturdy legs and awesome butt…and that dick of his. Nice large hangin balls too. I spread my legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Yeah? You want it again?” He growled in between aggressive kisses. “Yeah, please fuck me.” I breathed. “You’re so sexy. I can’t help it. I want your dick in me so bad.” “Grrrrrrrrr…” he looked me in the eyes with intense hunger. “Fuckin’ hot little muscle body on you. You looked good before, but now… holy shit Victor. Your tight little body gets me going. I love that you could kick my ass if you wanted to.” He broke off and pushed up onto his knees, then grabbed my legs and threw them up, knees to shoulders, bendin me in half. “Look at that sexy tight fucking hole. Shit, that’s nice.” Big tall dark and handsome Wicomb was tellin me I was hot. Damn. He started grindin his big ole dick in my crack, rubbing it all over my asshole and it was drivin me crazy. I reached down to grab it and get it in my hole, but he swatted my hand away. “You had your turn. All you have to do is let me love this hot man under me. I’ll make sure you get everything you want, stud.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearin. He called me a man, and a stud. He started kissin my neck, lickin my ear and movin down lower. I had a moment of confusion and doubt. What was he doin? Where was he goin with that mouth? Yeah, I showered at the barracks when I helped scrub the showers down, but that was a couple hours ago, and he fucked me already once (well…it was more like I rode him like a Triple Crown jockey goin down the back stretch just a head out of first place). I probably wasn’t smellin too good down there, especially after sprayin my cum all over myself. Besides, what do I do? How do I act? I was drunk that one time I 69’d with Barton, and he was the the only guy who’d ever sucked my dick or got anywhere near that part of me with his face. And I was tryin not to remember anythin about that asshole. “Relax, Victor.” Hunter said, grinnin up at me after momentarily takin his long tongue out of my belly button. His hands still pressed down on the back of my knees, pinnin my legs up. I was pretty much at his mercy. “I want to taste all of you. This is a dream come true for me.” Huh? Guys didn’t want to do all that stuff, that was sorta my job doin it for them. A man laid back and let you take care of what he needed, or he pushed you down and worked his dick in you until he came. That’s what turned me on, knowin I was gettin them worked up to cum. I usually didn’t cum if I was just blowin ‘em, mostly cuz it wasn’t about me. I jacked off after, when I was alone. But men like it when it’s all about them. And I liked it when they liked it. Mostly they just wanted to feel their dick in a warm hole and they didn’t take too long to get off, maybe a minute or two. I really liked bein the one that got ‘em off like that. The faster they came, the better I figure I did, and I was pretty good now, I knew. Men didn’t really want to do all that other stuff, the kissin, takin it slow, and definitely not a lot of touchin or talkin. And lickin me? Hell no. So I’m just gonna say it, Wicomb’s mouth felt weird lickin its way down my chest, and it made it so I was thinkin more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act (was I supposed to moan, or tell him it felt good? Hell, I don’t know how it felt…I mean, maybe good but did it feel like THEY thought it felt when I did it to them?). I was really worried. It wasn’t as incredible as they made it seem if this was it. Should I feel more? Was I doin it wrong? Was somethin wrong with me? “Hey, bud… relax. What’s wrong?” Wicomb asked, letting my legs go and coming back up to look me in the face. Shit. Yeah, I was doin it wrong, I shoulda moaned or somethin. “Nothin’s wrong, Hunter. You don’t have to stop.” He fixed me with those deep blue eyes and somethin told me I was caught. “You’re not having fun. What’s going on?” He asked. His deep manly voice was so sweet. I tried to smile. “No, I am.” “Victor, you don’t have to lie to me, bud. I want you to enjoy this too. Tell me what’s up.” Now I was embarrassed. Everythin was goin so good and I ruined it by not knowin what the fuck I was doin. You’d think I’d be better at sex, I’d had sex with eight guys, including Wicomb, so you’d think with that many I’d be as good as a professional. Eight guys is a lot. But I had to be at least a little good, or they wouldn’t cum so fast, right? Wicomb sighed, then brought his hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. That felt so good, ‘specially when he looked into my eyes that way. “You’re not used to a guy treating you like this, are you?” He said. “Look bud, good sex goes back and forth, both of you should be enjoying it.” I looked away. “I do enjoy it. I like makin a guy cum. I like bein the one that gets him to cum.” Wicomb chuckled. “Yeah, you’re good at that. Well, better than good. You suck dick better than anyone I’ve ever met. And your ass? The way you work that beautiful thing… fuck! But Victor…sex isn’t always just about getting the other guy off. I mean, that’s great if you don’t have feelings for them, sometimes just busting out a load gets your head back on track. But if you really like the guy, like I really like you, it goes back and forth. Yeah, I could just shove my dick in you and nut real quick, but if that’s all I wanted I could find a hundred guys I could get that from. You’re special Victor. There’s something about you, I’ve seen bigger, more capable men crumble when faced with some of the shit you’ve gone through. You’re so incredibly strong. I didn’t realize that until after you left. I kept thinking about how you showed up at the shop every single day with a smile on your face after the guys started treating you like shit. I’d see the way they hurt you with what they said, but you still tried like hell to be good to them, to treat them with respect, do what they said, to stay happy. You never got sullen, or angry. I know damn well a couple times you wanted to cry, I saw it, but you never did. You just let them be assholes to you and didn’t change who you were because they treated you bad. It takes a strong person… a real MAN… to walk through a situation like that with his head up. Victor, I don’t just like you. I admire you, I want to be more like you, I want to see the world the way you see it, where people are good, filled with optimism and hope. I want to look at every day like it’s going to be the best day. And if I can’t do all that, I want to watch you do it, because somehow when I see you looking at the world with those eager, gentle, kind, smiling fucking BEAUTIFUL eyes it makes my heart soar. I kicked Barton’s ass because I couldn’t stand thinking about how he might have destroyed that smile. And he was being such a smug prick. Why the fuck would he even care? He probably secretly likes dick himself.” I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want Wicomb to know about Barton. Nothin good was gonna happen if he knew. But the rest of what Hunter said hit me kinda deep. He thought about me that much? I still couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know about all that Wicomb.” “Hunter…please Victor?” He was right. It was just because he was older, and I looked up to him that it felt weird calling him by his first name. If I wanted him to be my friend - and I did - I needed to use his first name. “Hunter…do you really think about me that much?” Hunter sighed. “Almost every day, Victor.” He turned on his side and put his arm around me and pulled me into him, his front against my back. He kissed my neck. Man, he felt so warm and good holding me like that. I fit just perfect snugged up in his arms. “I’m glad you wanted me to come visit you. I felt like an idiot that I let you go without telling you how I felt. I was scared to come, but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t.” I reached up and grabbed his hand, it was stroking my chest real nice like. “You were scared? What for?” “I was nervous you weren’t gay, even if you gave the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had. I thought I had taken advantage of you. I asked you to go see my brother because I had a huge crush on you. I wasn’t going to try anything, but you kept staring at me. Maybe you don’t realize how you come across when you look at a guy like you do, but it was like I was something incredible in your eyes. Like I was important. It felt like you saw me as some big hero. You just focused all your attention on me. That felt good. I thought I might have forced you into doing something you regretted, and after the rumors started I was afraid you thought it was me who told them. It wasn’t, I didn’t tell anyone, Victor.” I turned around in his arms, ready to look him in those deep dreamy eyes. “I know it wasn’t you, Hunter. I know who did it.” He stared at me. A few seconds went by. I guess he was doin the math. “It was Barton, wasn’t it?” My heart started beating real fast. Would he hate me if he knew? He pulled me tighter in his arms. “That fucking asshole. You sucked his dick, didn’t you?” I tensed up, but he kept going. “You gave him the best blowjob that ugly fuck will ever have in his entire life and he shit on you for it. I’m going to kick his ass again.” Hunter kissed my head again, but didn’t stop, just kept his face pressed against my hair. “I’m sorry, Victor. He shouldn’t have done that.” “You don’t hate me?” I asked weakly into his chest. “What?” He pulled away to look me in the eyes again. It was hard to look back at him. “Hate you for what? Victor, no.” I wanted to believe him. His face got really hard and serious. “Dude, you suck whoever’s dick you want to suck and don’t feel bad about it, ever. Do you understand? It doesn’t make you a slut, or a whore, or anything except a red blooded American male. Sex is awesome! It’s fun, it feels good - even better when it’s someone you love - so enjoy it. It feels good even if it’s just getting your rocks off.” “Yeah, but …. I didn’t have no feelins for him, it just happened because we were drunk. That’s different.” Hunter laughed. “Drunk stupid sex is good too, my man. Sometimes it’s exactly what you need, no feelings, no real concern for who they are, nothing to get in the way of just doing it. Sometimes that makes it even better, knowing it’s only about the dick or ass. Do you think Barton cared about anything except getting his dick drained? I guarantee he didn’t give two shits about you. Did you get off?” It felt weird talkin about this, with him, like it was somehow wrong. But a part of me wanted to be honest. I don’t know why, he just gave me a feelin that it was okay. “Yeah, after he went to sleep.” “Jesus, Victor.” Then - “What a fuckin tool. Look, bud, I think I get it, you like getting a dude off. You like being the one that makes them feel good. I also think you believe they’ll like you more if you let them do what they want to you. There’s nothing wrong with that except it doesn’t really make them like you more. Guys like that only care about getting off. There’s a whole lot more to sex if you let yourself get a little something back too. It’s okay to want more from them. Fuck, now I feel bad about that time in North Carolina. I did it to you exactly the same. I let you blow me and I didn’t give you anything in return.” “Hunter, I wanted to do it that way. I didn’t expect nothin back.” I thought he was bein too hard on himself. I know he didn’t get it, that there was somethin real sexy about a man just takin what he wanted then puttin his dick away and pretendin like nothin happened, even though we both knew he loved it the whole time. It was excitin like that. And it was real good thinkin about it later and jackin off to how I remembered it. That’s how real men were, just happy as pie if they got their balls emptied. Sometimes they said thanks, which felt good too. Sometimes it was just a smile. And later, when they were nice to you or treated you like a normal person it felt extra good. That meant they really appreciated what you’d done for them. Plus, that usually also meant they’d ask you to do it again sometime. “Besides, you did plenty. The way you treated me the whole entire trip, not countin the blowjob… you made me feel really good. That was real important to me.” Hunter sighed. “Maybe I’m the one thinking of it the wrong way then. For you, anyway.” He propped his head up on his elbow and reached out to stroke my face, smilin at me. Hunter had nice teeth, real pretty and white. “Damn you’re cute.” He said. I shrugged. “I’m just me. That’s all.” “Arrrrrgggghhhhh, fucking adorable. It drives me nuts when you do that ‘Aw shucks’ thing.” And he reached out to put his lips on mine, and then his tongue in my mouth. I loved feelin his tongue go past my lips. Hunter did it gentle, his tongue was long so he got it deep in my mouth. It just felt incredible. And he didn’t just leave it in there with his mouth open and pressing down on mine, he moved, sucked on my lips, he played with my tongue, hell, he played with my whole mouth. You could just tell Hunter Wicomb knew what he was doin. I hadn’t kissed but one guy in my whole life, and one girl. But the girl wasn’t no French kiss. She did it on a dare from her friend. And we were just 14, so neither one of us knew what real kissin was. The guy… well that was nothing like this. I gotta be honest, compared to Hunter’s way of kissin, that other guy was sloppy. He was doin it while he fucked me, moaning. He was a nice guy, not much to look at but super friendly. I met him at the mall one time, and next thing you know he was doin me in the back seat of his car. I was just gonna blow him, but he wanted to fuck me too, so I said okay. It wasn’t no big deal. I liked kissin like this a whole lot more. Maybe Hunter was right, it felt different when it didn’t feel like they were doin somethin TO you, like you were doin somethin together. I wasn’t gonna tell Hunter, but I also liked it when they did it TO me, except not kissin. Kissin was way better when it was back and forth, like he said. Alright, enough of all that, I had the sexiest man ever runnin his hands all over me, callin me cute, and kissin me. This time, I let him do it how he wanted. Now that I knew how much he wanted to do it this way, it didn’t feel so weird. In a way, I was givin him what he wanted, and that made me feel good. Real good. It was nice knowin I just had to be me and he liked ‘just me’ a whole lot. When he reached down and started playin with my hole it felt so good. He had my legs spread again, his other hand pinnin my leg against my chest while he never stopped kissin me. He rubbed his dick against my hole and I couldn’t stop myself from moanin. I couldn’t wait until he slid it up inside me. “You like that, huh?” He growled, and the sound of it drove me crazy. He made it sound rough. “It feels real good.” I was feelin all warm and emotional so I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him into me. I wanted to feel his body on me. He pulled his mouth off mine and spit on his hand, then put it back down to wet his dick. His eyes never left mine. He put his dick in me so slow, not like the other guys had fucked me. It didn’t hurt at all, not even a little, and bein a little sore from the first time actually felt even better. I’d never been fucked twice in a row like this. Usually the guy was done right after the first time and we just got dressed. And like I said, most of the time they didn’t last long on account of how I was really good at sex. Damn…DAYUM! Hunter was pretty good at sex too. That was so good when he got all the way in and I felt him pressed all the way against me, just perfectly deep. He stayed there for a few seconds, and I felt his rock hard dick jump. “Oh fuck, Victor. Your tight little hole feels so good.” He said as he moved real slow. He was fuckin me with his whole body, so nice and easy. I was relaxed. I ran my hands down his back and grabbed his butt to feel him move. I wasn’t tryin to control anythin, just wanted to feel him do it. Most guys don’t like you touchin their butt durin sex. Guys that wanted to fuck didn’t want you gettin any ideas about playing with their butt, I learned that my first time with Brody, the football player I told you about. But Hunter loved it. I don’t know what made me take the chance, I only knew I wanted to feel all of him. His ass felt awesome, I could feel it clench and relax as he pumped into me real slow and easy. I kept one hand on his nice butt, and let the other one rub all over his back. All I gotta say is WOW! He was makin my asshole feel amazin! But my body too! I wanted him to fuck me harder, faster…but I also wanted him to keep going like this, nice and slow, deep, then shallow. I couldn’t decide. I think his dick was breakin my brain. Every time he got his dick all the way in, he did this thing where he squeezed his ass and I’d feel his dick jump inside me as he held it there. Then he’d take another pump, but at a different angle. Sometimes he would do short strokes using just a couple inches of his dick. He never stopped kissin me. God, I hoped he wouldn’t cum, I wanted this to go on forever. My whole entire body was movin with him…I was fuckin him back while he was fuckin me, my legs were clenchin around his waist like I was climbin a oak tree, my arms and shoulders were unconsciously flexin with his movements, my head and jaw kissin him while he was kissin me. I started moanin. So much was happenin, so many things were goin on, I couldn’t focus on just my ass, just my mouth on his, my hands all over him, my dick gettin all smushed between our stomachs drivin me crazy too. I didn’t care what was goin on, it felt like every nerve in my body was singin. I’d never been fucked like this before. “Hunter, please don’t stop.” I begged him. “I’ll go as long as you want, stud man.” He growled back. “You are just perfect. Your ass is perfect, your smile is perfect, your body is perfect, the way you fuck is perfect.” “I’m just doin what you’re doin. You’re incredible.” I gasped. “Mmmmmmmm”. Back to not talking. I was all for that. Only two other guys had fucked me face to face like this. Brody back in high school, and George Thibideaux’s dad in his shed out back. He was supposed to be showin me where the lawn mower was for when I came to cut his lawn that summer after graduatin. Showin me the lawn mower took like maybe 15 seconds. The other minute and a half was me on a workbench gettin plowed by Mr. Thibideaux’s six inch dick. You know, I tried not to be disappointed when a guy doesn’t have a big dick, but Mr. Thibideaux’s didn’t feel like much at all. But it didn’t take too long, and he was real nice to me, always smilin and askin me if I needed anythin. Hmmm, maybe plowed wasn’t the right word. Stickin. Yeah, he was stickin me with his six inch dick, not thick at all. That’s what it felt like. He paid me $20 extra every week because he said his lawn never looked better. He always helped me put the lawn mower away in the shed after. That was nice of him, because I always figured that’s what he was payin ME for. And then he’d lift me up onto the workbench and do his thing. And Brody? He liked lookin at my face, but he didn’t kiss. I didn’t care no more about what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act. Everything Hunter was doin left no room in my brain for wonderin about all that stuff. I just kept thinkin how this was the best fuckin I’d ever had. God, I’d let him fuck me all he wanted. I felt like my dick was always on the edge of cumming, like if he just did it a little bit harder I would shoot. He’d been fucking me for ten minutes now, just nice and easy and slow, and it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole entire life. And then, he rolled me over until I was on my side, and he had one leg behind me, and one leg in front, with my underneath leg between, and my other leg restin on his chest and shoulder. I didn’t think he could go no deeper, but I was wrong. WAY WRONG. He kept up the same slow strokin, nuzzlin his face against my foot while he pumped his beautiful dick so deep into me. I sure’d never been fucked like this and oh my good gracious! He was pushing up across somethin that felt like he was fuckin the cum out of me. “Harder, please!” I was grunting and breathin real hard now. He didn’t change how fast he was goin, but if felt like he was punchin my asshole in the best way. And he was givin me this look like I was doin somethin to him, only I wasn’t. I was just there, lost in this incredible feelin. I couldn’t stop lookin into his gorgeous blue eyes, those eyes were what I first fell in love with, the very first time I saw him when I transferred into his unit at Bragg. There was electricity in his eyes, like they glowed. “Unngghhh. Yes! Oh please!” He was sendin me into some desperate need for him with his fuckin. “Oh gosh, it feels so good.” “Yeah, buddy. So fucking good.” He grunted out. “Hunter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” I cried out, and he sped up just a little, but kept goin just as hard. “Come for me, stud man. I want to make you cum.” He punctuated every sentence with a thrust deep up inside me. He musta been fuckin me for 20 minutes now and it was the longest fuck I’d ever had, it was so incredible every single minute from the very start. How was he doin this? We were both sweating, and as he bent over me his face was dripping sweat onto me and I swept my tongue out to swipe a drop from my upper lip. The taste of him sent me over the edge and my dick started spurtin all over the place. “Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddd.” I cried out. “Fuck me, please fuck me.” I didn’t know what I was sayin anymore, things were just pouring out of me everywhere, my words, my sweat, my cum, heat, and I swear sparks were comin off me too. My head was thrown back and my hands grabbed his hips to pull him into me as hard as I could. “FUCK! ME! FUCK!” I screamed. “YES! Fuck, I’m cumming too! Oh shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He grunted and I knew he was shooting all his cum up inside me. I didn’t think I could feel even better, but knowin I was takin his cum felt so right like I was made for it, like my ass was the place his cum was supposed to go. Usually a guy cums fast, like a few strokes, then pulls out right after. But not Hunter, he just slowed down, got more gentle again, repositioned so we were back fact to face and he started kissin me again while still stroking. “God, it’s still coming.” He said. “It’s so incredible. You’re incredible.” He said between deep tongue kisses. I felt all relaxed, like nothing in the world needed doin except this, except kissin him and holdin him, and keepin my hole on his amazin dick. Too soon, he stopped moving, keeping his dick inside me, but it was goin soft, I could feel. I still didn’t want him to pull it out. I wanted his dick in me all the time. He was murmuring all sorts of sweet things to me, rubbing his face up against mine, his beard stubble rubbin soothinly on my cheek. “You’re so beautiful Victor. Such a sweet man. I love everything about you. You fit so right here in my arms.” No one had ever told me nothin like that, not afterwards, and I couldn’t believe someone like him thought about me that way. I loved the way he called me a man. I loved the way his arms felt like they were comfortin me, not just holdin me in position. I loved how he wanted to touch me with his whole entire body like he was enjoyin how I felt. It was so different from all the other times. It felt like … like …. Together. Like he wanted the same thing as me. “Hunter…” I said. “Thank you for bein nice to me.” I didn’t realize sayin that would start tears fallin from my eyes, but that’s what happened, and I didn’t feel stupid at all. “Hey. Hey.” He said, smiling. He wiped the tears from my cheeks. “You deserve to be treated nice, stud man.” He chuckled, his deep voice makin it sound so sexy. “Well I never made anyone cry before. I must have done something right.” That made me laugh, even though I was still cryin a little. “That was the best sex I ever had. But this part is even better.” He smiled. “Yeah, I have to admit, this part has to be my favorite part so far.” He stroked my buzzed hair and looked deep into my eyes from just an inch away. I sighed. “I could stare at you forever.” He cocked his head. “Am I too heavy? Do you want me to get off you?” “No!” I said real quick. I liked his weight on me. “You aren’t crushin me. Stay like this, okay?” He grinned. “You sure?” And he relaxed, which meant all his weight came down. Oh fuck. Damn, that felt even better, knowin I had all of him pressin down on me. That was the best part of big guys. “Yeah. Just like that. I feel safe.” I just blurted it out, I didn’t know that was gonna come out of my mouth. He whispered in my ear. “You’re safe with me, Victor.” I felt the tears start again and I hugged him real tight

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

Wow now this is a scenario I'd be more than happy to experience.. now to get up and ready so horny....Great story

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

The 33 year just came back today He loved my ass Shot another big load in me will be back on next day off

I have tried several times and find it difficult for other tops to commit to another top on behalf of fucking a bottom in their presence, but I will grow to the challenge of doing it the next time it comes my way, because I want it to be successful when I do it, I think we tops should help each other reach our goals when whoring out a hole!

News Flash: You're hot now too. I'm not the only bottom here who would be thrilled to catch an encounter with you. Just sayin'...

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

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

I just took 3 guys loads in the mall in a public restroom. one of the guys was a regular breeder who never fucks me in his place cause he said”no offence but I dont want a faggot cumdump knowing my name or where I live” so he just tells me where to meet him, usually a park, alley, or public restroom (he likes me to wait for him naked and lubed, (but not with cum cause he doesn’t wanna catch some “dirty whore diseases from your sluthole” lol) once in awhile he brings a second guy to fuck me but this time he got me that other guy plus a new guy. I got to the restroom, stripped and waited for about ten minutes jerking off while guys came in, used the restroom and left. then he came in, tapped on the door so I got only knees and opened it. he came in, pulled out his cock and I sucked him hard, then stood up and bent over the toilet. he fucked me for about 5 or so minutes, a few guys came in and I was gonna put my feet up on the seat and he whispered “dont faggot. keep them on the ground so that guy knows a faggot is in here getting fucked” so then he came in me, pulled out and got me on my knees to clean his cock and said “wait here, dont get dressed. 2 guys are gonna come in here and fuck you one by one. be a good girl and take their loads for me” then he said “before I go, get on your knees and stick your head in the toilet and lick the water like a cat while I piss on you. so I did, he pissed all over my head but also all over my body then hocked a big spit on me before he left and left the door wide open so I had to close it myself and I’m pretty sure a man saw my naked piss covered body while I was on my hand and knees in a puddle of piss pulling the door closed. his regular buddy came in a minute later, sucked him hard, he put my right leg up on the toilet and pump n dumped me in 2 minutes then left without saying a single word to me. the third man came in (pleasant black surprise), made out with me, spit in my face 5 times and fucked me for almost ten minutes before loudly blowing his load in me. he said “thanks babygirl” kissed me and left and as I was closing the door the man who earlier saw me naked said “you got any more coming for you slut?” I laughed and said no. he told me he watched all 3 guys fuck me and never saw anything hotter. he asked if they paid me and I said “no I do that cause I love the game”. I offered mypussy to him and he laughed and said “I dont wanna catch anything sorry” but he did come in and let me suck his cock then asked if he could piss on me cause hes never done that before. I obs said yes and he pissed literally ALL OVER me. he even made sure to get my front and back. only problem is I got piss all over my time skirt and croptop so I smelled like piss the whole way home. again lol fuck I love being no standards trash.

Brian held Wyatt tight against him all night long. The two had started a routine and in the morning, Brian woke up and showered, getting ready for his work day. Wyatt had a more leisurely day planned, cleaning up the cabin and cooking dinner for his new husband. Brian left and Wyatt had to go to the clinic for the last of his shots. This shot was developed to help straight boys like Wyatt form a bond with the man who seeded them. The two would form a bond through the DNA of the man who bred him. Wyatt was explained the process and he really liked that he was falling in love with Brian. He cleaned up and headed to the clinic. He saw a few of the other boys from school there as well getting their shots. The shot was administered and Wyatt started walking back to their cabin, deep in his thoughts about when Brian came home after his ten hour shift in the mines. He didn't notice the two men following him as he was deciding on what to cook tonight. While Wyatt didn't notice the men, they sure noticed him. They were both big muscular men and like Brian, fully tatted. They walked at a faster pace and were quickly on either side of Wyatt. One of the men was black and the other middle eastern. The black guy asked Wyatt if he had a light for his cigarette. Wyatt had gotten into the habit of carrying a lighter for Brian. He reached into his pockets and that's when both men quickly jumped him and quickly subdued him. He was certainly match for the two bigger men. They half dragged half carried the frightened boy off the street and through the thick woods nearby. They had accomplished that without drawing attention to the whole thing. After a while, they arrived at another cabin that looked very similar to the one he shared with Brian. They pushed him through the door and leered at him. Wyatt recognized the look and was very afraid. "What do you guys want from me " he asked meekly. "Nothing that you aren't already giving to Brian " the black man said. Wyatt defiantly said that he belonged to Brian. He was already bonding to Brian. The middle eastern guy spat at Wyatt and said they had been waiting longer than Brian and that they felt robbed of their opportunity to get their own bitch. Wyatt was going to belong to them. Wyatt pleaded with them not to do this and that he was sure Brian would search for him. There was really no place in the cabin where they could hide him. They both grinned at this point and told him that's where he was dead wrong. The black man pulled the area rug up and a trap door was hidden under it. He opened the door up and dragged Wyatt down. He turned on the light and Wyatt could see that they had dug a basement under their cabin and it was equipped with a sling and a cage. Welcome to your new home boy he sneered. He pulled out a large knife and Wyatt thought he was going to cut him up right there. He didn't, instead he cut off every stitch of clothes Wyatt had on. Wyatt tried to cover himself with his hands and both men laughed. No need to be shy boy, we are going to get to know each other very intimately. Both men grabbed Wyatt and put him into the sling. He wrists were bound as were his ankles. He felt completely exposed and vulnerable. The men then started to undress themselves.

Love all cock piercings, not just PA's 😜

Love to Party - getting high - being used and abused - bondage - smoking - getting high - breeding - stretching my pussy - become a slut - whore - developing a pussy - girly boy in transformation !

Chapter 2 The top regained his breath, quickly pulled up his pants and headed past me up the trail. He jovially called out, "Your turn. " It was only then I realized my shorts were around my ankles and my eight inch erection was firmly in hand. The totally naked bottom was now standing taste testing samples of cum from his ass. He smiled and beckoned me towards him. As I took in his masculine beauty I now knew the source of the earlier magnetic force that drew me to these woods. I found myself shuffling down the hill and stepping out of my shorts to keep from tripping. He was already bent over when I reached him and immediately took my rigid cock in his mouth. The wet warmth felt exquisite and an energy like the final fanfare of a fireworks display pulsed through my veins. I couldn't control myself and as quickly as I declared "I'm going to cum " he spun around and consumed my raw hard cock with his ass hole. I was blasting as soon as the head entered him and kept shooting volley after volley as I bottomed out and slammed full force against his ass cheeks. The explosion felt nuclear and I wouldn't have been surprised to see my load shooting back out of his ears. I collapsed on his back and gasped to get my breath. A little composure regained and he turned to clean my still hard cock with his mouth. At this moment I ⁹now noticed an audience of three men had joined us. Each stroking their exposed hard on. The grey haired guy from earlier stepped up and plunged in to fuck the handsome bottom. Every now and then he would scoop a little cum from the bottom's ass and offer me his finger to suck. I hesitated at first, but remembering my pact with myself thought 'what the fuck, why not?' My first resistant lick tasted great. Meanwhile the bottom began playing with my hole with moistened fingers. Now and then he would prod and eventually he penetrated my outer ring. As if following my part in a well orchestrated script I found myself spinning, bending and offering my ass. The bottom's mouth was on it in a split second, his tongue probing inside, and his short cropped beard pleasantly scratching my perineum. I knew I had died and gone directly to heaven. My hole was bereft when he pulled away but then I quickly noticed something hard pushing at my virgin hole. Without a thought I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I was pushing back against the hard thing with as much force as I could muster. As the pain tore me apart the reality that I had just impaled my ass on the bare cock of a guy that had just been bred with a high viral load became crystal clear. At this exact moment I could hear the grey haired guys ragged breath and declaration, "Cummin in your ass man!" Instantly remembering from porn earlier how often this became a chain reaction I found the good sense to pull off the cock I was riding. I did not have enough good sense to keep from spinning around and taking his load deep in my mouth. If the earlier taste hadn't confirmed it I now knew I was instantly addicted to this warm sweet and salty creamy fluid. I was still cleaning his cock as another observer entered the bottom's ass. Scrambling to find my shorts I realized I had tossed my shirt at some point and was totally naked save my running shoes. I retrieved my shorts, hastily pulled them on and ran. I ran all the way home totally forgetting my locked up bike. Thankfully no one was home and I bolted directly to my room collapsing on my back on my bed. For the next seven full minutes I gasped for breath. Then I got up, locked my door, stripped and lay back on my bed. I jacked my boner as I replayed every detail of the afternoon's events. When I got to the raw cock up my ass I exploded in orgasm with the load spraying my chest, face and the wall over my head board. Once again I was gasping to regain composure. Eventually I could hear the family arriving. I reluctantly pulled on some clothes and went down to join the dinner meal. Everyone could tell I was totally distracted and no one objected when I excused myself the moment I finished my plate. I was back in my room, door locked, naked and lost in bareback porn for the next three hours. If a condom appeared I closed that video down and was searching for the next raw screen, usually featuring hairy muscled hunks. Then I came upon the video where the condom breaks and the negative bottom begs for the poz tops load. It is only about 1.5 minutes long, but I found myself mesmerized and watching it over and over for the next half hour. Remembering my bike I cut another baggy tshirt down, pulled it and shorts on and headed back to the woods.

Then the picture pixelated and faded so show a lad kneeling on a bed, arse up as I watched a massive cock slide into the boys arse, the kids hole looked like it was spread to the limit, I recognised the voice “that’s a good boy!”, “in and out we go”, christ!!! I was watching a boy being barebacked by the man I was going to meet! However I was licking my lips and playing with my cock turned on as hell as I got another message: “like that son?” My response was instant “daddy, yes I do” “from your choice of depraved porn I thought you might, you boozing and getting high son?” I nodded as if he was there sending a message “Charlie and vodka daddy”. “hehehe good boy, daddy loves partying boys, from the smell of weed and beer on your earlier I thought you would” Completely entranced and nodding/grinning like an idiot in my room “I do daddy” The reply was a few minutes coming: “I fucking love that you do, Daddy loves to booze and partying too , and I know em all (wink) see you at eight, don’t be late” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I stood outside the entrance of the lido feeling like the entire world was looking at me, though it was still summer it was at the end of the season and whilst still warm it was pretty dark, I have to admit that in the dark light and the low glow of the lights outside the lido also with the big trees and bushes it was decidedly creepy. I felt like I stood out like a sore thumb dressed in white shorts and vest top, little briefs on underneath and my feet in flipflops, I used the last of my Charlie and thought about leaving as I heard footsteps, in the half light he looked like some kind of Neanderthal beast coming for me, he looked bigger and more menacing than he did earlier in the daylight, i felt a bit scared but excited. He grinned “good to see you son”, he caressed my arse nuzzling my neck “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby”, I blushed kissing his cheek “me about you too Daddy”, his hand went inside my shorts and briefs his finger rubbing in my crack at my hole “dads been watching your videos again and thinking about your little boy arse”, I moaned against his bulk “You like it when boys get controlled and used by men don’t you boy?”, I nodded my head against his chest breathing shallow, “yes” He pulled his hand out of my shorts and then a few moments later he pushed his hand back in, this time pushing my shorts and briefs down over my arse dropping the to the floor, leaving me exposed, with one arm he held me firm as his other was on my arse. His finger worked into my hole, there was a burning warmth and a tingling as his finger pushed deeper, I squirmed surprised “what’s that?”, he kept his finger in my arse and held me firm “just something to get you a bit partied up boy”, I pushed against him a bit “I.. I.. I don’t think I like it”, he chuckled as his pulled his finger out and then a few moments later his finger was back up me with more burning and tingling as he finger fucked me. Holding me firm, his mouth against mine suffocating any noise from me. Soon the burning subsided and the tingling turned into something entirely pleasurable, in fact I felt as horny as I’d ever felt before, a pure hunger, I returned his kisses as he ripped my top off leaving me naked as the day I was born, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his car, his fingers up my bum, my arse muscles were clamping against his fingers up my arse, “such a hungry little virgin pussy, don’t worry you’ll be earning as you learn” and then laughing "that's how I'll pay your way through university baby, with your body, mouth and your boi pussy, and don't worry, you just be a good boy and Daddy will take care of his boy", he chuckled as he threw me into the back seat of his car.

Chapter 3 of 4. Jack reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He got down on his knees and lapped at my boy’s eager hole. My boy moaned in delight as Jack worked his tongue deeper and his hole loosened up, ready for the fucking that was about to come. Jack looked and me and the cab driver and told us to get our dicks out. We did and in a flash there were three precummy dicks at my boy’s ass. Jack pulled the rubber over his big cock and guided my hand to his crotch for the second time that night. ‘Put it in him. Put my cock in your boy’s hole,’ and I did. I led his huge tool right up to my boy’s winking pussy and it slid right in. My boy squealed with delight and Jack slid his sheathed cock balls deep, lubed just with spit. He held it there for my boy to adjust to his girth and then started rocking his hips back and forth. I kept one hand holding my boy’s leg up and the other milking my drooling dick. The cab driver did the same. Jack pulled out, careful to keep the rubber sheath in place. He nodded to me and I took his place. He held my boy’s legs high as I slammed raw into my boy’s hole, loosened up by Jack’s massive cock. It felt so good feeling his stretched-out pussy sliding back and forth that I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I leaked precum into his guts, hoping it would make taking that big rubbered-up cock easier. I pulled out and shot ropes of fresh cum all over my boy’s hole and caught my breath as the cab driver shoved me out of the way. He mopped up my seed with his raw cock and slammed himself balls deep into my boy’s unprotected cunt. I didn’t know his name or his status, but I knew he was making my boy feel good. The guy pounded my boy for a few minutes then pulled out. I knew he was close and wanted to make it last longer. Jack took his place and shoved that sheathed cock back into my boy. I heard him gasp and looked over his knees to see him wincing in pain. Jack’s cock was bigger than me or the cab driver and the latex was scraping his guts. Jack suggested he take it off saying, ‘he’s already been filled up once tonight. What harm is one or two loads going to make?’ For the first time, I shook my head, ‘no,’ and he just grinned and pulled out. I knelt down and lapped at my boy’s puffy hole. As I was lapping the remnants of my frothy cum, mixed with the driver’s juices seeping, out of my boy’s used hole, I couldn’t help but think how perverse it was for me to be complacently and enthusiastically lubing up my boy’s hole for another man, or men, to fuck. With my boy’s hole wet and sloppy, I stood up and helped the cab driver hold my boy’s legs aloft. Jack smiled at me, again leading my hand to the base of his cock to slip it inside my boy. To be continued…

Chapter 5 - The Hook Up Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked, especially by Adam, the hot older poz guy he met in a chat room. But nonetheless, he brought his Jeep to a stop outside the address Adam had sent, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He hesitated a bit as he moved to get out of the car. He could literally feel his body shaking. “I don’t know if I should do this” ran through his head on repeat. He knew he wanted to, but he had always been a straight-laced kid who never got in to trouble. This, this was trouble. He wasn’t used to being in this situation. But tonight, he was horny out of his mind and still a little bit depressed by his bad day, so he slid out the drivers seat, locked the car, and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and his heart stopped. He felt like he wanted to run away, but he didn’t. Soon enough, the door opened to a smiling Adam, grinning ear to ear as he took in this tight little twink standing on his front porch. “Hi Brian” he said cheerfully. Brian froze for a second, and his voice cracked a bit as he replied “Hi, Adam?”. Adam laughed and said “yeah, that’s me, ready to come inside?”. Without saying anything else, Brian walked through the treshold in to Adam’s living room. There was nothing abnormal about Adam’s house. It was just about the most typical suburban living room and kitchen he’d seen in a while, everything was neat and tidy, nothing out of place. All the lights were on, the TV was muted but he could see it was tuned to Colbert, and there was a bottle of Absolut adorning the kitchen island along with two glasses. Brian didn’t know where to go. Was he supposed to sit down or wait to be instructed? Adam closed the door and could tell how nervous Brian was, and it made the scene even more exciting for him. Adam had had men over plenty of times, and even a few younger guys, but never anyone like Brian. He’d never had a virgin, a high schooler, or anyone so slim and sexy before. He was a leg guy, and he marveled at Brian’s calfs as he walked past, not so skinny they could be mistaken for table legs, but rather thin and defined, showing his muscles working with every step. The back of his shirt pierced by shoulder blades as he stood upright in a way that either muscle or fat wouldn’t have allowed. His brown hair flipping out over his ears. His cross country-built ass nicely filling out his shorts, just big enough to stop him from being mistaken for a lamp post. Adam knew he was still at risk of scaring Brian away, so he decided to get right to making the young twink feel sexy and comfortable. He walked up behing him and placed his hands on Brian’s upper arms, giving him a little squeeze, leaning his body in close but not touching, and whispering in his ear “You are beautiful”. With that Brian’s cock jumped and his heart fluttered. He was being touched by a gay man and told he was beautiful, and it made him feel amazing. He lifted his right hand up and placed it on Adam’s, still grasping his bicep, and turned his head to the side and replied “I’m so ready for this”. Adam took Brian’s hand and brought him over to the couch, pulling him down with him as he fell into sitting position. He put his knee up on the couch and turned to look at the young man next to him “Thanks for coming Brian, I wasn’t sure you would.” “I wasn’t sure I would either. I still can’t believe I’m here. God, I’m sorry, I must seem like a…” “Stop it, you’re nervous, that’s okay, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this.” With that, he leaned in and put his hands on either side of Brian’s face, his thumbs stroking Brian’s thin cheeks, and pulled him in to a kiss. Brian was stunned still. This was his first kiss, and it was a 52 year old man, not a teenage girl. He closed his eyes and instinctively kissed back. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but Adam wasn’t correcting him, and soon enough the two of them were making out passionately on the couch. Adam pulled back and looked into Brian’seyes with a look that was saying unmistakably “how’d you like that?” Brian said quietly “that was amazing”. “Are you ready?”, Adam replied, and Brian shook his head as his eyes widened and a smile started to finally make it’s way across his face, his nerves quickly being turned into excitement and lust. Adam swooped one arm under Brian’s upper legs and put the other around his back and scooped him up off the couch. This wasn’t hard, as Adam probably had 80 pounds on him, and way more muscle. Brian’s eyes remained wide open but he didn’t say a word as Adam carried him out of the living room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He sat Brian down on the side of bed and bent down at the knees, beginning to feel the boy up. He raised one hand, sliding it under Brian’s shirt and felt his soft, smooth stomach and chest, and with the other wrapped his hand around Brian’s calf, feeling his strong legs and working his way up under his shorts. He could only find a rare trace of fat on this boy, and while his muscles were small, they were hard and noticeable. Adam’s cock quickly swelled in his pants as he was getting turned on by Brian’s youth and still growing body, not to mention his innocence. Adam stood up as Brian reclined back on the bed, arms up, enjoying being felt all over. He felt like he was being worshipped; nobody had ever touched him like this before. Adam took his shirt and started pulling up, and Brian put his arms up and allowed himself to be undressed. With his shirt off, Adam got a good look at Brian’s thin pale white body and let out an instinctual “mmm”, which made Brian smile. Next, Adam unbuckled Brian’s belt and undid the clasp of his shorts. As he started pulling down the zipper, he could make out the outline of the teenager’s cock swelling underneath, and he couldn’t wait to see it for himself. He curled his fingers under the waistband of Brian’s shorts and boxers and pulled them down, releasing Brian’s swelling 7.5in cock, just as he had promised. It was still getting hard, but Adam could see it growing before him. Brian shuttered noticeably as Adam picked up his cock from where it had come to rest on his upper leg and held it in his hand for a moment, giving it the slightest jerk. Brian had never felt anyone touch his cock before, and it was blowing his mind. He was sure the rest of the night was going to be fucking amazing. Without warning, Adam’s mouth was on Brian’s cock. Brian threw his head back and moaned as his dick experienced it’s first blowjob. The sucking didn’t last for too long, as Adam was restless to get to the main event, but he had succeeded in calming Brian down and driving his lust through the roof. There was no turning back for the eighteen year old now. He had let Adam blow him, and he wasn’t going to leave without getting fucked. Adam stood up and picked up Brian’s legs, removing his socks and sneakers, and sliding his shorts and boxers down and off. He stood back and marveled at the naked twink sitting on the edge of his bed. “Damn, you are sexy boy.” Brian beamed at the compliment, and instinctively grabbed his cock and started jerking a bit, getting off on being adored. “Alright, your turn”, Adam ordered. Brian didn’t need more explanation than that. He got off the bed and dropped to his knees, unzipped Adam’s jeans, and took the man’s cock in his hand, feeling just the second dick of his life. He paused a moment as he stared at the beauty of it and held it in his hand. Adam ran his hands through Brian’s hair and gently guided the boy’s mouth towards his cock, and that was enough of a push to get Brian to open his mouth and take it in. He wasn’t a great cocksucker yet, as Adam had expected, but something about the inexperienced sucking he was getting served to turn him on even more. He peeled his shirt off as his cock grew rock hard in Brian’s mouth, and as Brian went to pull off when it grew larger than he thought he could handle, Adam pushed his head back on to his tool, causing Brian to cough and gag. Some guys would have thrown a fit, but when Brian just went back to work, he was inadvertently letting Adam know how much he could push him. Adam reached down and pulled Brian up by his armpits, put his arms around him, grabbing his bony back and perky ass, and pulling him in for a kiss. He felt the small teen all over his back, arms, feeling his hair, and moving around to feel up his smooth stomach and chest once more. As their mouths parted, Adam directed Brian “Alright, get in bed bud”. He swiftly removed what was left of his clothes as Brian hopped up on the bed and asked “uh, how?”. “Just lay down on your back baby.” Brian sprawled out on the queen bed, head on Adam’s pillows like he could be going to sleep, his hard cock standing at attention. Adam crawled in to bed and on top of Brian. “Are you ready?” “God, yes” “Tell me what you want” “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Please!” “And…” “…I want your poz dick Adam” “That’s right boy, it’s time.” Adam grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and lathered some on his cock before picking up Brian’s legs, placing them on his shoulders, and exposing his hole. Rubbing the lube in to Brian’s smooth ass made him shudder again, feeling that this was really it. Now, a lot of guys would have fingered the virgin hole, or ate it out, but Brian hadn’t asked him to, so Adam decided that he was going to skip all of that. It might hurt more, but he knew he had him, and he knew that making it hurt would only help Brian receive his virginity gift. After finishing up with the lube, Adam let Brian’s legs off his shoulders and scooted up close to the boy’s ass. Brian wrapped his legs around Adam’s body and stared at him, heart pounding, puppy dog eyes glistening, waiting. Adam lined up his cockhead with Brian’s hole and asked “Are you ready Brian?” “Fuck me” Brian wiggled his ass a bit, and Adam didn’t need any more invitation. He pushed his hard 8 inch cock against Brian’s never-before-opened hole, which put up a good fight, but Adam just kept up his slow but steady thrust and began to open Brian up. He gave it some force and broke open Brian’s hole, sliding his cockhead in as Brian almost screamed in a mix of pain and ecstasy. That didn’t dissuade Adam at all, as he continued to push in, opening up Brian’s hole by force as he got his cock deeper in deeper inside the eighteen year old’s body. “It hurts” Brian whimpered. Adam didn’t offer to stop, only letting the boy know that “I know, but it’ll feel good once you get used to it.” Adam kept pushing in until he had fully popped Brian’s cherry and eventually had his full 8 inches inside the virgin hole, as tight as anything his cock had ever been in. He stayed still for a moment, giving the twink a quick chance to catch his breath and for his ass to adjust to his cock. Brian’s whole body felt strained as he grasped the bedsheets and prayed for it to start feeling good. But despite the pain, he had never been more turned on, and more proud of himself. He was doing it, he was using his body, he was getting fucked. It hurt, but he was so into it he didn’t care. Then, he felt Adam begin to slide his cock back out, almost all the way, before he quickly thrust back in balls deep. Brian yelped and cried out as the real fucking began. Adam wasted no time transitioning into pounding this boy hard, sliding out and slamming back in, slowly at first before picking up the pace considerably. Slowly but surely, Brian’s pain began to subside a bit, allowing him a mix of pleasure and pressure that drove him wild. He grabbed his cock and began jerking hurriedly, before Adam grabbed his arm and pinned it to the bed beside him. “Wouldn’t want you blowing that load yet boy”. Adam shifted around as he continued to destroy his ass. He held Brian from underneath, then placed one arm on his abdoment, which hurt him but he didn’t say anything, and later even placed his hands around the boy’s thin neck at one point. Adam was really getting into it and the forces of his thrusts sent his headboard slamming in to the wall. Brian was thankful he was at Adam’s house, cause he felt like the whole neighborhood could probably hear what was happening in that bedroom. Brian couldn’t believe Adam lasted so long, as he knew he probably would have cum almost instantly. But Adam was relentless pounding his twink ass for what seemed like hours, and he was loving it. Eventually Adam slowed down a bit and bent down to kiss Brian and bring their bodies closer together as he continued to fuck him. Then, broke away and looked down at the 18 year old bottom in his bed with a big grin, and said “There’s something I didn’t mention… I’m not on meds.” Brian wasn’t 100% sure what that meant, but he froze for a second in between grunts nontheless. “You were right when you said it would be unlikely that you’d get charged if I were on meds, but I’m not, and my load is going to be toxic as all hell. And given how much I’ve torn up your ass, you’re going to leave here a little poz boy” “What, no!!!” Brian reacted on instinct and tried pushing Adam off of him, but it was no use. “Haha, you think I would’ve told you that if I was going to let you stop now?” “Please, don’t cum in me.” “I thought you wanted my poz cum.” “I did but you fucking didn’t tell me I’d catch it you fucker!” “Come on boy, you know you want it”. Adam didn’t stop pounding Brian’s ass through all of this, even starting to slam harder again. Brian felt like he was about to cry in anger and confusion, and it took everything he had to stop himself. He tried squirming away, pushing Adam off, but nothing was going to work, and he knew it. He was going to be taking Adam’s toxic seed whether he liked it or not. “That’s right Brian, I’m going to poz you. I’ve been wrecking your tight virgin hole with my big cock and as soon as I blow my load my toxic cum is going to fill you up and get in your blood stream, and then, well you know what happens then.” “FUCK YOU!!”, Brian cried. “Maybe later boy” Adam chuckled, “come on, you know you want my poz cum. Tell me you want it baby. Tell me you want me to poz you. I know you do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. Tell me Brian!” Brian hesitated, looking Adam in the eyes with scorn for a moment before relenting and exhaling “Poz me.” “YESS thats what I want to hear” Adam’s thrusting hit its peak as he felt his power trip escalating. Brian couldn’t deny it any more- he was scared, but he was so turned on. He wasn’t even mad at Adam in that moment. He was right, he had put himself in this position and he had read enough storied about just this and blew giant loads to all of them. On some level, he wanted this, and he decided in a split second to let that desire drive him. “Fine fucking do it fucking poz me” Brian whimpered, “just fucking destroy my ass and make me a dirty 18 year old poz whore, fucking do it!” That was enough to push Adam over the edge. He was ready to change this boy forever. He propped himself up with his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Brian’s upper body, pulling him in closer, looking him in the eye as he said “here it comes!”. With that, Brian could feel Adam’s body shudder this time as he exploded his pent up load of toxic cum in the high schooler’s no longer virgin ass. Brian could feel the ropes of cum bursting in to him as Adam growled, his entire body pushing against Brian’s lean frame to get his cum as deep in the boy’s hole as possible. Brian grabbed his cock and barely needed to jerk it twice before he exploded his own load all over himself. Adam collapsed on top of Brian, feeling his cum in between them. He held his cock inside his hole, not wanting any to leak out before it had to. Brian lay motionless, processing what had just happened to him. After a few moments of silence, Brian wrapped his arms and legs around Adam, pulling himself back on to his cock as much as possible, and whispered into Adam’s ear “thank you.”

3. Sling Sex "Now," Jon said, taking the glasses from each of us, "What were you thinking?" he asked Seth. "He's so cute and boyish," Seth said. Jon had dealt with the glasses, and was now right in front of me. I looked up at him. With the beard and eyeliner, he looked like a kindly old devil with seductive, dangerous ideas. I kissed Jon. Seth continued. "I knew the moment I saw him." "I think I know," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. "What?" I asked. I had know idea what they had planned for me. "Peter Pan," Seth said. I blushed. It wasn't the first time I had been accused of not quite growing up. I was about to protest, but Seth reached down, and pulled down my sweat pants. "Nice underwear," Jon said. "The blue looks good on you." "Too bad it has to come off," Seth said. He pushed it down, and my dick sprang free. "Hard already, huh?" I was staring at Jon, and he was smiling, waiting for my answer. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Me too," Jon said. He reached down and pulled his sweats open. I looked down. His dick was as hard as mine was, but was nearly twice as big: both in length and girth. "It's going to be a fun night." Seth had disappeared for a moment, and I could feel the cool air against my ass. Jon reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, before leaning in and kissing me again. "One more lost boy, needing a daddy?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was warm, yet I still shivered in excitement. "Please," I said. "Let's not rush it," he said. I heard Seth re-appear. "And I'm sure Seth wants to get you in costume first." I turned; he had random bits of fabric and leather draped over his arms, and was holding a pair of dark green suede boots. "Although you're plenty fine naked, let's get you dressed again," Seth said. He handed me a jock strap, and then a pair of green knee-high socks. After the socks, he helped me into the green boots. They fit surprisingly well, although I hadn't realized just how much of a heel they had. "Look," Seth said, as I stumbled slightly trying to walk in them. He pointed at a large mirror against one wall. In just a pair of green boots and a green jockstrap, I looked less like Peter Pan and more like a horny boy. "The boots make your ass look amazing." I turned slightly and looked. I had a small, but muscular ass. Framed by the jock, I hoped it made Jon and Seth want to fuck me. "One more thing," Jon said, as he came up behind me. "Hand above your head," he said. I put my hands above my head, and he worked a leather harness over them. The straps were warm against my skin, although the hardware was still a bit cold. I loved feeling Jon's fingers against my skin as he adjusted the straps, tightening the leather around my body. "That's perfect," he finally said. I looked again. The leather was deep hunter green, with black accents. It perfectly complimented the jockstrap and boots. "Yeah. That's really good," Seth said. "I'll say," Jon said. He looked at his watch. "Fuck," he said. "I've got to deal with my costume now." He turned back to me, grabbed the harness strap across my chest, and yanked me to him. He gave me a long kiss. "Don't worry. I've already got plans for you later." As soon as Jon released me, Seth grabbed the back of the harness, and pulled me back to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my exposed ass. Jon turned around at the door. He smiled. "Be good, boys," he said. "I'm sure Kenta is very good," Seth said. He rubbed his bulge against my ass. "Very good indeed," he whispered in to my ear, before turning me around. "We'll have plenty of time," Seth said. "And I've been looking forward to this for the entire week." We kissed again. Somehow, Seth seemed to take off his tank top without breaking our kiss. His sweats were the next thing to come off. Underneath, he had a black jockstrap, and his cock was straining against the pouch. We kissed again, as Seth rubbed his dick against me. I kept on trying to find reasons to be nervous or scared, but I couldn't. We were all adults, and we were all men. We were horny, but that was completely natural. Seth finally broke off the kiss. "How do you like it? The leather?" "It feels good. Warm. Strong." "You look good in it," Seth said. He stepped away, and took another look, carefully checking me out. I felt self-conscious, but I also loved being the object of his attention. "Very good," he said. He motioned me to follow him as he headed to the sling. "You ever been in a sling before?" he asked. "No," I said. "Want to try it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I felt warm, comfortable, and safe. There was no reason not to try it. "How do I do it?" "Just lean back, and sort of fall in," Seth said. He was standing in front of me, and as I tipped back, he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. The leather was a bit cold at first, but it quickly warmed up next to my body. Seth put my legs into stirrups, so that my ass was spread open and completely exposed. "This feels good," I said. It did. I was on display, and I wanted Seth to take advantage of it. "Really good." "This is just the start." Seth knelt down, and pressed his face into my ass. He ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, and I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I tried not to squirm as he rimmed me, but the sensory overload was intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, not really able to say much else. Seth seemed oblivious to my enjoyment, but just continued to eat me out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued. After only a minute of rimming, I realized that I had never been really fucked before. Everything else had just been practice, and this was the real thing. It was time to lose my virginity once more. Seth tortured me with his rimming for several more minutes. I was all but begging him to fuck me, but he kept on saying it would happen soon enough. Finally, he stood up. His dick was sticking straight up as well. It seemed impossibly big, yet I still needed it inside me. If it didn't destroy me, it was going to feel amazing. "I know what you want," he said. "You said you're on Prep?" he asked, once more even though we had texted about it. "Yeah." "Awesome," he said. He had found a tub of vaseline, and spread some over his cock. Another dab went into my hole. My ass clenched at that first penetration. But it was very easy to relax. It was like I was stoned, only better. "Yeah," he said. "That's the G. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "It does." "I love it." He slid a second finger into me. "I love having sex when I'm tripping on G." "It feels so good," I said. Between the drugs, the leather, and the fingers, my head was spinning. It could have been scary. But there was something about Seth and Jon that had made me feel safe. As Seth had told me in a message, with me taking prep, the worst would that I didn't have a good time. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," Seth said. "That's fucking hot. Don't worry. You'll get what you need." He put a bit more of the vaseline on his fingers, and a pressed a three fingers into me. He rubbed my hole, trying to get me to relax. "So fucking turned on," I said. "I can tell. But it makes you so tight." He handed me a bottle of poppers. I had seen them online, but had never done it before. "You never done it?" he asked. "Just seen it online." "Hold it under your nose. Pinch the other nostril closed, and inhale. Just two or three seconds, then hold it for a bit." I did what he told me to do. The fumes from the bottle were chemical, but not scary. At first, I didn't think they had done anything. But then, the rush hit me. First, my head pounded a bit, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then the warmth went down my body, and I felt my asshole suddenly relax. "That's it boy. Let me in." His three fingers slid in all the way to the base, and they felt amazing. Yet, I was craving more. "Just right. Tight and hot and wet." He played with my ass as I got lost in the poppers headspace. I wanted him to fuck me, and I really wanted him to cum in me. Barebacking had seemed so dirty and dangerous when I had been in high school. But now, in college, as an adult, it was such a different thing. It was how Seth and I were always supposed to fuck. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Yeah. I think so," Seth said. He pulled his fingers out of me. My hole was twitching, hungry for something to fill it up. He lined his cock up with my hole, but then took the poppers from me, and did a long hit from it. "I'm used to them," he said, before taking an equally long drag through his other nostril. "Here," he said, and handed me the bottle and cap. His dickhead was hard and it felt like he was already dribbling pre-cum onto my hole. "Please," I muttered, before taking another hit from the brown bottle. This time, I took a few seconds, and did another hit in quick succession. Seth smiled at me, and as I screwed the cap back on, he pushed his dickhead into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, as he slowly slid his shaft into me. "Daaaaaamn," I grunted. His dick was filling me up. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked and he was just as big as he looked. But going slow wasn't an option for either of us. We needed both needed his cock deep in my guts. It was primal urge, and one that we were powerless against. "All the way," "Hell yeah," Seth said. The urge was irresistible, but that was the entire point. I wanted to get fucked, and Seth wanted to fuck me. It was the perfect alignment of our natural desires. "Almost all in," he grunted. "Sweet hole," he said as he started to thrust back and forth, opening me up and edging himself closer to orgasm. "Hot dick," I replied. He leaned in, pressing himself against me, and forcing his cock deep in my hole. He kissed me. "Fuck me," I said when he finally let me catch my breath. "Please." He kissed me again. It was long and deep, and I got lost. It was the sex that mattered, not the time. I wasn't sure if the kiss was just a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe even an hour. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight," Seth said. "And a lot of sperm. Enjoy it." We kissed again, as Seth slid his dick in and out of me. He wasn't the biggest cock I had taken, but I had never felt quite so open as when he was fucking me. The drugs were helping, but the lack of any barrier between Seth and myself was the biggest factor. I had heard bareback was amazing, but the stories didn't do it justice. "Don't stop," I said, clenching my ass around Seth's tool, trying to keep it inside me. "That's it," Seth said. "Milk my cock. Get me off." We kissed again. It was a long one, interrupted by only by one of us grunting in pleasure. I tried to keep up, but it was hard to think. All the sensations were overwhelming me: the sound of Seth grunting, the feel of Seth's dick in my ass, the scent of the leather and sweat in the room. It all screamed sex, and was driving me wild. "You want my load?" Seth finally moaned. "Fuck man. Please. Give it to me." I didn't have to worry about anything. I could take Seth's load. He could breed me, like a man should. "Cum in me." "Oh FUUUUUCK," Seth moaned, slamming his cock hard into my ass. Deep in my guts, practically in my stomach, I felt his dickhead flare, and a sudden jet of warmth into my body. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned again, as his whole body shook, and there was another warm jet of sperm landing inside me. "CUUUUUUUMING," he moaned again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me," I repeated, as he unloaded into my ass. It was hard to believe that something so sleazy and dirty felt so natural. "Fill me up." "YEEEEEAAAHH," Seth grunted again, as his body continued to shake. It took several more spurts before his balls were sufficiently drained. "Hell yeah," he finally said, as his mind cleared from the ecstatic fog of orgasm. "Fuck yes. I had been looking forward to that. And you do not disappoint." He leaned in and kissed me once more. His dick was still hard, nestled deep inside me. He was gently rocking me back and forth on the sling, using the motion to slowly fuck me against his dick. "That felt amazing," I finally said. "You cumming in me." "First time being bred?" he asked. He was still on top of me. He was warm and sweaty, and I felt safe underneath him. I nodded. "Glad it was me," he said. "Me too." We kissed again. There was no rush now. We could enjoy ourselves. "You feel so good." "That's bareback," Seth said. He slid his cock nearly out. He was impressively hard, and he then slid right back into me. "Nothing like a raw hole." Before he could really start fucking me, the door opened and Jon walked back in. He paused, staring at the tableau. "Fuck. That's what I like to see. My boys taking care of each other." "Hey," Seth said. He stood up, but managed to keep his cock in my ass. "What's up?" "Leo's here. Hoping you can take care of that?" "Yeah. Bring Kenta?" "Yeah. It'll be educational." "Very much," Seth said. He turned back to me. "You're gonna enjoy this."

Before someone else could mount me Seth returned to announce that the sling was open and being held for me. Randy and Seth each grabbed an arm while two guys I didn't know grabbed my legs. I was carried out of the room, down the hall and into another (much larger) room and placed in the sling. My wrist and ankles were placed in restraints that were attached to the chains of the sling, I was not going anywhere. Then one of the guys that had my legs got between my legs and shoved his cock inside my hole. I then had Seth and Randy on either side of me placing a piece of rubber on both biceps. They each had a syringe in hand and after wiping each arm with alcohol stuck me with the needle. I watched as each point was emptied into my vein. The bands were removed from my arms, I felt a strong need to cough as I felt my heart begin to race. I then heard a loud ringing in my ears and couldn't see clearly. All I felt was a hunger in my hole. It was at this point I lost track of time. I wasn't sure how many guys fucked me until I started to come down. I didn't even know what day it was or how long I had been at the bathhouse. All I knew was that I was still with Seth and Randy. I later found out I had been in the bathhouse for 2 days, had been fucked by every guy in the place and taken somewhere near 60 loads. It was Monday morning as Seth and Randy helped me get dressed. When I got home I found there information in my pocket with a link to their profiles and one to video that was shot while I was in the sling. I almost got sick to my stomach when I read on their BBRT profiles that they were HIV+. When I watched the video I got turned on and hard as steel. I'll never forget getting more then I bargained for on my first trip to the baths.

More than a couple people have posted similar things on here, and my thoughts have always been the same. Its really not worth taking such a step for one man. Just because you are unhappy in your marriage does not mean you cant come out and live openly as a gay man without becoming HIV+. Further, you have no idea if this relationship would last either. If it doesn't you are stuck with HIV, and without the man you thought you loved. I know this is a boring "yawn" answer for the people on here that are chasers and such, but its simple reality.