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Part 17: Fucking Peter (part 1) Dominic couldn’t believe what happened with Peter. “What is happening to the men at your church?” he asked. “There’s more sex going on there than at a bathhouse.” “I’ve never seen anyone cum that much,” I told him. “It was like one of your cum-filled water bottles.” “And he came three times in a row?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of hyperspermia, but I’ve never seen a guy with it. Videos online show guys cumming a ton, but I’ve always figured they filled their bladders with milk or something.” "Do guys do that?" "Imagine the infections." “This was all real,” I said. “He says he can cum five times in a row.” “Imagine how many guys he can convert in one night,” Dominic said. “I know that’s what you’re thinking,” I told him, “but remember, he wants a guy to fuck him, but not necessarily a poz guy.” “You said he seemed upset by the fact that he’s sterile. What better way to pass on your DNA than to do it by pozzing other guys?” “I know how that sounds to you, but I don’t think it’ll sound like that for him.” “Maybe not,” he said. “Still, I want to see him cum. Imagine how much cum I could collect.” “You’d need one of those giant water bottles. That, or you’d need to hover him over a bucket and milk him like a cow.” “We could get a milking pump,” Dominic said. “I’m not being serious.” “I’ve never met a poz man as vanilla as you,” he said. “I can’t believe he fucked a student.” “Not only that, but he’s a student from the church.” I saw Dominic’s eyes grow wide. “I could cum just hearing that.” “If you’re not pozzing Peter, then you’re definitely not pozzing Lewis.” “It’s been forever since I’ve fucked an eighteen-year-old.” “No,” I said. I knew that wouldn’t stop Dominic from trying. I had told him not to fuck Pastor Kline, and while Pastor Kline had made the first move, he still ended up in Dominic’s bed. I had a feeling that I’d be seeing Lewis Berg naked, feet above his head, asshole exposed and ready to be bred. On Sunday, Pastor Kline preached with a load of cum from Dominic and myself in his ass, a butt plug holding it inside him. During the service, I saw Peter standing with his wife, his eyes finding me and Dominic. He smiled and, when no one would see him, grabbed his own crotch and hugged his dick beneath. I smiled back. I lost track of Dominic and went searching for him, finding him down a hall talking to someone I couldn’t see. As I got closer, I stopped, seeing who it was that he was talking to. “Hey, Lewis,” I said, coming to Dominic’s side. Lewis Berg smiled. “Hey, Pastor Ryder. How are you?” “I’m good,” I said. I looked at Dominic and gave him a look that said, “What the fuck are you doing.” “I was just meeting your friend,” Lewis said. “We were talking about basketball,” Dominic said. “I played when I was younger. Loved it.” “Basketball is great,” I said. “We should get a game thrown together,” Lewis said. “A few guys from the church. That could be fun.” “It would be fun,” Dominic said. “I’d love to get to know more of the men here.” “That would be fun,” I said. “Maybe sometime.” “It would have to be before I leave for college,” Lewis said. “Time is of the essence,” Dominic said, looking at me with a wide grin. “We’ll see,” I said. “Have a great Sunday, Lewis.” After Lewis left, I hit Dominic across the arm. “What the fuck?” he said. “I was just being friendly.” “No, you wanted to bend him over and fuck him.” “I can do both,” he said. My phone vibrated, showing a text from Peter. “I’m ready to meet up whenever you are. -Peter” I showed Dominic the message. “Sounds like we’ve got a hungry ass looking for cum.” “We can invite him over, but we can’t stealth him.” “Understood,” Dominic said. We messaged Peter to come over to Dominic’s apartment Monday evening, the excuse being him meeting up with some men from the church to watch a game. The game part was a lie, but he was technically meeting up with men from the church. There was just no way for Peter’s wife to know that he was expecting to be fucked in the ass and loaded up with cum. Pastor Kline showed up early so that he could talk over with us what we were thinking to say to Peter. “We aren’t going to lie to him,” I told Pastor Kline. “We’ll tell him that we’re poz, but that we don’t fuck with condoms.” “You fucked your brother with a condom,” Pastor Kline said. “But that’s because he’s my brother,” I said. “And look what happened there.” “I’m not poz yet, so I can have him fuck me,” Pastor Kline said. “But he wants to get fucked,” Dominic reminded him. “You don’t fuck with that tiny dick of yours.” “I still want his huge load in my ass.” By the time Peter arrived, we knew how we were going to speak to him, approaching the subject as delicately as we could. Being in a room with this many men, all wanting to fuck, was a new experience. We now had enough men to fuck in pairs, meaning everyone would be happy. If Peter agreed to get fucked, Dominic and I would be spent after fucking him and Pastor Kline. “I hear you’ve noticed me,” Dominic said to Peter, guiding him into the living room. His hand reached down and grabbed Peter’s ass. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump out at me instantly.” “You were too distracted by Pastor Ryder,” Peter said, looking back at me. “Too bad you didn’t get to me first.” “Too bad,” Dominic said. We sat down, Peter glancing around at us. “Why does this feel like a prayer meeting instead of a fuck session?” “There’s something we need to tell you first,” I started. “Before anything else happens.” “But something will happen, right?” Peter said. “That’s up to you,” Dominic said. “What do you mean?” “Remember when we talked about not wanting to wear condoms,” I began. “We said how there’s freedom in not wearing a condom, to feeling skin on skin.” “Yeah.” “Remember the freedom of not worrying about diseases. Once you have it, you don’t worry. You’re free.” “I remember,” he said. “I haven’t been able to forget. I went home and started looking up bareback gay porn all weekend. I’ve been reading a ton of stories. I almost got a boner when I saw you at church yesterday.” “There’s something you need to know about us,” I said. “Specifically Dominic and me.” “Me soon, I hope,” Pastor Kline said. “What is it?” Peter asked. “Do you know what being poz is?” Dominic asked. “Poz?” Peter said. “Like, being HIV+?” “Exactly.” “What about it?” We exchanged glances. “Dominic and I are poz,” I said. We waited to see a change in Peter’s expression, to watch him run out the door, but he stayed in his chair. “Did you hear what I just said?” I asked. “Yeah,” Peter said. “You’re poz.” “And Pastor Kline is a chaser,” Dominic said. “We’ve been fucking him full with our toxic cum for almost two weeks. He wants to be poz.” Peter looked at Pastor Kline. “You want to be poz?” “I do,” Pastor Kline said. “I think it’s hot as fuck.” Peter nodded. “So do I,” he said. We sat silently, staring at Peter as his words set in. “You what?” I asked. “I want you to poz me,” Peter said. “You do?” Dominic asked. “Absolutely,” he said. “That’s all I’ve been watching this weekend. Pozzing videos. Stealthing videos. I’ve been reading stories about men getting pozzed in porn stores and bathhouses. It’s hot. After you told me about finding freedom in getting a disease, I started to think that maybe you were poz. All I could think about was you pozzing me. I almost wanted you to do it without telling me.” “You wanted us to stealth you?” “Kind of.” “I stealthed Will,” Dominic said. “Really?” Peter said. “That’s hot.” “Alright,” I said. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say.” “You thought I’d run out?” We nodded. “Fuck no,” he said. “I want you to fill me up and poz me. Imagine, with how much I can cum, how much toxic juice I’ll be able to spread.” “That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Dominic said, clapping his hands together, a huge smile on his face. “Fuck, you’re hot.” “Let’s get to it,” Peter said, standing up. “Where do we go? It’s time for my virgin ass to get torn open.” We went back to Dominic’s room and stripped down, seeing Peter fully naked for the first time. He was a fairly hairy man, much like myself, with a defined body. I could understand why Lewis Berg had easily accepted Peter’s advances. If I was a student, I’d want to have him fuck me too. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me regardless. “Those are hot tattoos,” Peter said, looking at Dominic and my biohazard tattoos. He placed his hand on my chest, feeling the tattoo over my heart. Then he ran his hand along Dominic’s tattoo, continuing down to his dick which he grabbed. “You’ve got a monster on you.” “Ten inches, baby.” Dominic said. “Fuck. I’ve only ever stuck a finger in my hole before. Will it hurt?” “Count on it,” Dominic said, winking. “I’ll be taking your ass first. I hear you like men like me.” “Fuck, yeah, I do. Take my hole.” “I will,” Dominic said. “I’ll be adding you to my tally count.” He ran his hand along the tally marks on his arm. “Fifty so far. I’m expecting you and Pastor Kline to make up fifty-one and fifty-two.” “What if Will pozzes me?” Peter asked. “It was my toxic seed that made Will who he is. Whatever men he converts I convert through him.” Peter climbed onto the bed along with Pastor Kline who was already on his back, his legs held back, revealing his hole. Having been fucked so much over the last few weeks, Pastor Kline’s hole was slightly red and puffy. He’d be converting soon. I lined my dick up with Pastor Kline’s hole and shoved myself inside, my eyes meeting Peter’s who was watching me with interest. He watched as I started pounding into Pastor Kline’s hole, my dick lined with streaks of blood already. “Are you ready for Dominic’s cock?” I asked Peter. “I am,” Peter said, grabbing his legs. “You ready to accept his toxic seed?” “I want it,” Peter moaned. I watched as his dick started to leak a copious amount of cum over his stomach. I imagined how much poz cum he would be able to make once he was converted. He’d be able to infect dozens of men if he wanted within such a short period of time. “Get ready for the night that’ll change your life,” Dominic said, pressing his dick’s head against Peter’s hole. “Do it,” Peter said, his grip on his legs tightening. “You want to bleed?” Peter nodded. “That a boy,” Dominic said. He spit a wad on his dick and shoved the tip of his cock inside Peter’s hole. “FUCK!” Peter screamed, his hands nearly losing their grip as his legs shook. I watched as Peter’s hole resisted Dominic’s forceful entry. “Let me in, baby,” Dominic called over Peter’s cries. “Push your hole out. Give me your ass.” Peter’s face was red, tears in his eyes. He nodded and, through his shaking, pushed his ass out toward Dominic’s dick. “That’s it,” Dominic said, his hands reaching out and holding Peter’s feet. “Keep going.” “I feel like I’m going to shit,” Peter groaned. “You do, and I’ll make you clean it up,” Dominic said, smiling. I kept fucking Pastor Kline as I watched Dominic’s dick enter further into Peter’s hole. Already I could see the damage being done to Peter. There was no doubt he would bleed. “You want this poz cock?” Dominic asked. Peter nodded, his lips held tight shut to stop himself from screaming as Dominic continued to force himself inside. He was halfway in, the hair around Peter’s hole clinging to the intruder. “That looks fucking hot,” I told Dominic. “I love feeling a virgin hole open,” Dominic said. “How many virgin holes have you had Peter? How many holes have you taken?” “Lewis’s hole,” Peter groaned, his chest heaving as Dominic forced more of himself into Peter’s waiting body. “My wife’s. Two girls in high school.” “So much for no sex before marriage,” Dominic said, smiling. “And sex outside of marriage.” “I’m fucking horny all the time,” Peter said. “I’m always wanting to fuck something.” “That’s good,” Dominic said. “We’ll be using that to our advantage. Once you’re poz, you’ll be fucking as many men as possible, knocking them up. With all the cum you make, you’ll be able to get through an entire group in no time. I can’t wait to take you to a bathhouse.” I could feel my orgasm approaching, Pastor Kline’s hole gripping my dick, begging for my cum. I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, a long groan escaping his mouth. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his hands gripping his legs. His dick, which was hardly hard, leaked out cum which ran down his stomach and onto the bed. I leaned forward and scooped up Pastor Kline’s cum. “Peter, eat this,” I said, holding my hand out over his face. Peter opened his mouth and I tilted my hand, dripping Pastor Kline’s cum into his mouth. Pastor Kline watched as his seed dripped over Peter’s tongue. “That’s fucking hot,” Pastor Kline said. He released one of his legs and reached over to Peter’s face, pulling it in his direction. Dominic and I continued to fuck them both as they started kissing, swapping Pastor Kline’s cum. By the time they separated, both had cum running down their cheeks, smiles lighting up their faces. This pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, grabbing Pastor Kline’s legs and slamming myself into his ass. I did my best to burry myself deep as I started shooting. My body shook with each burst, the sight of Peter and Pastor Kline making out as Dominic plowed Peter’s ass sending me into another world. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ More from Peter in the next part too.

Chapter 1. Tom and I had been married for a few years. We’d been to a few neighborhood parties that had smoothly transitioned into boystown swinger parties. We usually wound up leaving just as things were getting steamy, and we’d go home and have great sex. At one party, we wound up staying a bit later and swapping with a hot couple. We had seen these guys out and about but didn’t even know their names, or their status. It was the first time I watched Tom take a stranger’s raw dick. It made it even hotter knowing I was raw-fucking Tom’s top’s boyfriend. The top bred my husband as I filled up his boyfriend’s butt. We later learned their names were Bill and Mike. When Tom and I got home, I fucked another load into Tom’s hole using the stranger’s cum as lube. I slid into my husband with my dick still smeared with the stranger’s boyfriend’s ass juices. Tom moaned as I pounded his squishy hole describing how amazing it felt being raw-fucked by a total stranger. I was so turned on, I came in my husband’s hole, mixing my load with what the other guy had deposited. I had Tom sit on my face and gleefully ate as much seed as his hole could squeeze out. We knew we hadn’t been safe with the strangers and decided we enjoyed it enough to open things up a little. To be responsible, knowing we’d both be playing bareback from time to time, we should both go on PrEP. I was pretty good at taking my pill daily, but over a few months, Tom would forget from time to time, especially if I didn’t remind him. Other than a few neighborhood swaps, we were usually mostly monogamous… mostly. We knew it was only a matter of time until one of us hooked up without the other one there. Well, I had had a fling with this sexy guy a few months ago while Tom was out of town for a conference. Before he headed out, Tom and I discussed the possibility of raw-fucking with other guys. We promised to be open about it and to faithfully stay on our PrEP. I met this guy, Andy, at the gym. Andy is on the short size, well-toned, and a chest and bubble butt covered in light brown fur. He flirted with me across the room flaunting his bulge and muscled ass in tight shorts. We chatted each other up in the locker room and went for coffee Afterwards, Andy came home with me. I’d never had sex in our bed with anyone other than my husband, and here I was about to breed a practical stranger. We rolled around, and he made me cum, twice. Andy liked it kind of rough and asked me to hold his throat while pounding him. His hard cock bounced around as I railed his ass. He grabbed my hand, begging me to really choke him. That made him shoot his load all over his furry belly. I scooped it up and smeared my bare cock with his cum before fucking it back into him. My first load went deep in Andy’s hole, and I snapped a few pics to share with my husband. After breeding Andy, he toyed with my balls and noted that they still seemed full to him. He begged me to breed him again. I told him I rarely came twice, and he just winked at me. He talked dirty as he fondled my balls begging me to fill him up again. I pounded him even harder than before as he moaned. My second load went deep in Andy’s tight raw hole as he came a second time all over our sheets. I took a pic of the sweaty mess we’d made and sent it to Tom. The sex with Andy was good we made plans to breed again soon. That night, I described the whole sweaty encounter to Tom and texted him the pics I’d snapped. One of our ‘rules’ was always kiss and tell. Tom jerked off as I told him how good it felt breeding that guy’s furry butt twice. Tom was so horned up that he went on the apps and found a top to come over to his hotel room and stretch out his hole. I got steamy pics at 4AM of stranger who bred my husband really pounding his hole, leaving him leaking cum. Tom gave me the details the following morning when we next spoke. It made me hard hearing his sexy story and I jerked off twice to the pics of his freshly-fucked hole seeping out a stranger’s load. When Tom got back from his trip, we had great sex as soon as he walked in the door. Only after sliding inside my husband, Tom told me that he'd had the hotel stranger come back and breed him before he flew home. I knew I was sliding around in another man’s seed and it made me cum. I remembered the feeling from when we’d swapped with those guys at the party. I fingered Tom’s used cummy hole and worked some out and jerked him off with it. Tom asked me if I liked sliding into his cummy hole, and I reminded him that this was only the second time we’d done it. He told me he always liked getting fucked twice and offered to bring loads him from time to time in his ass. Just talking dirty about me sliding into another man’s creampie was enough to push us both over the edge. I added my load to what was already sloshing around in Tom’s guts just as he shot off all over himself. I lapped up his cum and savored the taste as I continued to gobble down what leaked out of his ruined hole. After shooting my load, Tom asked me how Andy had made me cum twice, something he’d rarely been able to coax my cock to do. He loved getting bred twice and thought of getting bred three times might feel even better. I told him that after I’d cum inside Andy, he let my cock start to go soft. Just as I was about to slip out of his ruined seeded hole, Andy had started toying with my balls, rolling them around with his fingertips. It made me go wild. I was rock hard again instantly, and he went back to riding me. My first load dripped out of Andy’s puffy ass lips and down onto my balls. I bred him a second time before sending him on his way. Another rule Tom and I try to respect is to avoid sleepovers. As fun as it would have been to cuddle with Andy overnight, I knew it would be best to save overnights for me and my husband. Having learned the secret of Andy’s ball-tickling technique, Tom regularly coaxed a second load out of me. I messaged Andy a few times over the next couple of weeks and didn’t hear anything back. It wasn’t like I wasn’t having a lot of sex, so I hardly realized it’d been several months since I bred Andy twice. In the meantime, Tom began regularly coming home full of another man’s cum. He’d sit on my face as I ate his ass before mounting my cock. I’d add my load to what he brought me, and then Tom would tickle my balls while telling me about his first breeder. At the end of many days, Tom went to sleep with three loads from two different men oozing out of his stretched-out ass. I especially liked it when his first breeder must have been hung. The only thing better than sliding into Tom’s cummy ass was sliding into his cummy ass when he was really opened-up and loose. If you’ve never raw-fucked an open freshly-seeded ass, you don’t know what you’re missing. More and more often Tom would forget to take his PrEP pill unless I reminded him. One day he came home and sat right on my face. As he ground his sticky crack into my mouth, he told me he’d been bred twice already and he hoped I’d put two more loads in him. He rode my cock as two loads slipped down my dick. He told me he didn’t know the guys’ names, but he was pretty sure one of them was POZ. I asked him if I was fucking a stranger’s POZ cum deeper into his hole and shot my load as he shouted, ‘YES! YES! YES!’ He let me start to go soft and then tickled my balls, just like Andy did. He told me that he had something else naughty to share. He spun around, haunched on my cock and held my face. He looked right into my as as he told me he’d stopped taking his PrEP pills about two weeks earlier. He bounced up and down on my dick as he told me he loved taking POZ cock, especially raw and unprotected. That made me cum again. After we caught our breath, Tom said he’d have to come up with a way to thank Andy sometime. I suggested we share some pics and see if that would get Andy’s attention. As I fingered my husband’s cummy hole, he suggested we track down Bill and Mike sometime and organize a party. We didn’t know that we’d get our chance to share loads with Andy, Bill, and Mike sooner than we could have expected. To be continued…

Part 6 As I continued feeding on Kevin's hole and sucking Ryan's cum out of it and down my throat I heard Ryan say, “I see you're wearing a wedding ring. So you're married, huh?” I mumbled an “uhhuhhh” as Kevin reached back and grabbed his asscheeks spreading them wider. “Does your husband know you're in the park eating cum out of another man's hole Justin?”, he asked seductively. I instinctively pulled my face away from Kevin's ass and turned my head toward Ryan. He was standing there naked, stroking a hard thick cock and looking down at me. “No, not a husband. I have a wife. I'm married to a woman,” I answered him as I stared at the throbbing meat in his fist. “For real?”, Ryan said. “Oh fuck dude that is so damn hot and dirty! How often do you get a chance to play with other guys?” I reached out my left hand and cupped Ryan's hairy balls as I told him this was only the second time ever. I told them my first time had been just a week ago here at the park. Kevin had turned around and his own hard cock was dripping precum onto the ground. “Fuck man that's wild! You must've really liked it. Had to come back here wanting more didn't you buddy?” He stepped closer to me and rubbed his leaking cockhead against my cheek. I moaned and reached out my free hand to wrap around his thick shaft. “I tried to resist it. I told myself I shouldn't but I couldn't forget how good everything felt last week. I...I needed more,” I finished with a low whisper. Ryan stepped closer too and I took his young manhood in the hand that had been fondling his nuts. “And you got more didn't you Justin?,” he asked. “Now you got two hot men to have fun with. We can make it twice as good for you if you want.” In reply I opened my mouth and slid my lips down nearly 4 inches of his cock. “Fucking A!” I heard Kevin say. “Yeah man do it. Suck that stud's hard cock down your cocksucking married throat! You need it don't you?” I Pulled back to catch my breath, spittle running down my chin. “Yes. Oh hell yes I need it. I don't know why but I do!”. And saying that I took nearly half of Kevin's cock into my hungry mouth. “Holy shit!” Kevin cried out. “Damn hot mouth man! Are you sure this is just your second time? You're a fucking natural sucking dick!” I hummed around his pole excited to hear him say how good I was sucking his cock. It made me want to do more to make both of these hot guys feel good. “What all did you do last week Justin?”, Ryan asked as he stood next to Kevin and I began going back and forth on their cocks. Releasing the dick in my mouth I grabbed each in a hand and began jacking them as I looked up into their horny eyes. “Made out, sucked cock, ate the guy's ass, and fucked him. Shot 3 loads in his ass. So much tighter and better than fucking my wife's pussy. And he had some kind of stuff he put in a bowl and when it started smoking we took turns sucking the smoke from the pipe. It made everything so much hotter and better!” I went down on Ryan's cock again as I said this moaning as his precum began sliding down my throat. Suddenly I heard a familiar “click” and looked up to see Kevin holding a flame underneath a pipe like what Drew had last week. He looked at me with dark hunger on his face and smiled a devilish but sexy smile at me. “You mean like this?” he asked as the smoke began filling up the bowl. “Yes! Yeah it was just like that!” I felt a tremble in my body and my head just seeing these men had the smoke I was craving. I felt Ryan pulling me up until I was standing in front of them my eyes locked on the smoke-filled pipe in Kevin's hand. He turned the stem toward me as I heard Ryan say, “Take it dude. Take a big fucking hit and let's have some fun.” I didn't need to be told twice as I parted my lips, felt the stem slip between them and I started inhaling deep and eagerly. “Keep sucking, daddy”, Ryan said in a hoarse whisper. “Suck in that fuck smoke just like you were sucking our cocks a minute ago. Give into it dude.” I sucked harder and longer than I had last week and within seconds I could feel the urge and need taking over my mind like it had with Drew. I took 2 more god-sized hits before Kevin pulled the pipe from my mouth and immediately Ryan pressed his lips to mine and I shotgunned the smoke to him. It was a huge cloud and we traded it back and forth 3 or 4 times before the clouds were gone. But our lips stayed connected as we started making out passionately and I was aware of Kevin working to remove my clothes. Soon we were all 3 naked on this path out in the open and Ryan and I continued making out running our hands all over each other's body. Without warning I felt my ass being spread then a hot wetness lapping at my musky hole. I pulled back from Ryan's mouth and moaned loudly. Looking down I saw Kevin on his knees behind me and his tongue was working it's way around and into my sweat soaked hole. “Oh gawwdddd yessss! Eat my hole stud! Fuck yeah it feels so good!! Eat my hole please!!” Saying this I felt Ryan pulling on my shoulders causing me to bend at the waist allowing Kevin's tongue to enter me even deeper. I opened my eyes as the sensations washed over me and found Ryan's hard dripping cock in front of me. I grabbed his hips and pulled his cock into my mouth greedily. He grabbed the back of my head and began pumping his meat in and out of my mouth. I heard him say, “We are gonna have some dirty fun today aren't we daddy? The 3 of us together!” I moaned deep in my throat giving myself up to having my mouth filled with cock and having my ass rimmed deep! (to be continued)

I have tried to read this with a sympathetic eye, but…I’m sorry, no. I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you didn’t want it, I don’t believe you did everything you could to stop him or get away from him, I don’t believe you felt guilty, and I don’t believe you were sorry it happened. Sucking him off was the agreement. Then he wanted to broaden the agreement, to rim you. You agreed to that. Then it was just the tip. All you had to do was flip your ass over on the bed, but you didn’t. You may have asked him not to, but you acquiesced to multiple in-and-out penetrations that way until he finally pushed in farther, and you asked him not to and tried to push against him with your ass - not your legs, hands, raised voice, or anything effective. Once he’s in, you moan and whimper and beg him to take it out, but how hard are you really begging, because you say it feels so good, and then you decide to let him - you decide to consent. Ten minutes later, you rouse yourself out of having been fucked into a haze of pleasure and suddenly decide it’s not okay again, but you love the way it feels when he unloads into you. You feel so guilty, you say, about cheating on your boyfriend, yet you’re so turned on that the guy is cheating on his wife across the street. You say you feel bad about what you’ve done, but what the hell, it won’t make it any worse to do it six more times. After all, if you rob one bank, it doesn’t make it any worse if you rob six more. If a man attempts to fuck me, I’m getting fucked because I accept that as my duty. But if the time ever comes that I don’t want a man’s cock to penetrate me, he will have a by God fight on his hands, and I will start with his eyes. If he succeeds in fucking me, it will be because I’m unconscious. He should have stopped at ‘No’. Period. But when he didn’t, it became your duty to defend yourself. You made no serious attempt to do so, and your narrative casts strong doubt on your desire to do so. You had an ethical responsibility toward your boyfriend. You didn’t fail that test when you got fucked, you had already failed it when you opened your mouth to suck the guy off. Then you failed it six more times all on your own, coerced by nobody, and justified it to yourself that six bads don’t make a worse, because in reality you just fucking wanted to. Sorry. No sympathy. (I’m giving the benefit of the doubt and assuming the story is actually true.)

Here is my experience on the subject: If the question comes up at a sexclub or orgy, any guy that asks about loads in the hole prior to sticking their dick in it isn't going to fuck, regardless of what the answers is. The only reason they ask is to fuel their masterbation fantasies, so both answers are wrong. If a guy asks when he is already balls deep in a hole, he isn't going to stop fucking but will often use the answer to enhance the fuck with his dirty talk. So if the dick is already in the hole there is no wrong answer. For the record, when I ask I am already balls deep in your ass. If I'm asked by someone who is not inside me, I've recently been going with, "you will have to fuck me to find out." If a guy asks after shoving his dick up my hole I happily give him an estimate of the number of loads in my hole.

Chapter 4.2 - Another Fantasy Cums True Ric knocked on Scotty and Dan's door the following night and Dan answered the door wearing only some loose athletic shorts. He saw Scotty naked in the background, kneeling on the bed. A smile slowly grew across Dan's face when he saw Mateo standing next to Ric. They walked in and Dan closed the door, pushing his shorts off right away. "I thought that Scotty might want to try another dick while he watches. That ok?" Ric asked. "Fuck yeah!" Scotty yelled back. "You sure about this? Each time the chances go up" Mateo said as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his shoes to the side. Ric started to take his clothes off and Dan began to help. Scotty joined in and was tugging Mateo's shorts down a few seconds later. "Mmhmm" both Dan and Scotty replied together. Dan started licking over Ric's cock, getting it stiffer by the second. Scotty was only a couple seconds behind Dan and was swallowing Mateo's cock, letting his tongue and lips work over the stiffening shaft. Ric looked over at Mateo and saw the big smile on his face. Both Dan and Scotty were savoring the cocks they were sucking, slowly going down and enjoying the stiff meat in their mouths. Ric wasn't sure Mateo was leaking like he was but it didn't matter since the moans coming from him showed that he liked Scotty's blowjob. Ric knew Dan wasn't going to be able to take all of his cock into his throat, but with a little encouragement he did get to feel a throat around the last inch of his cock. Mateo chuckled and tried the same move on Scotty. To his surprise, he got Scotty's face mashed into his bush and his cock into Scotty's throat. "Bet your ass can take all of it" Ric told Dan and got a muffled "Mmhmm" in reply. A minute later, Ric and Mateo pulled back, their cocks covered in spit. With both cocks out of their mouths, Dan and Scotty turned to each other for a sloppy kiss. Spit dripped off their chins as their tongues danced. With the kiss ending, Ric said "Bend over, on your knees and facing each other." Scotty and Dan did as they were told, with both Ric and Mateo's hands positioning them so their heads were lined up, but a half foot apart. Ric dove in first, shortly followed by Mateo. Grunts came from both bottoms, with only a little pain in their voices. With the earlier help from the dildo stretching their holes, both Ric and Mateo were able to quickly get a good pace going. Ric liked being able to watch his boyfriend fuck. Usually when they had done something like this before, either they were next to each other or across the room. Ric wasn't drilling Dan as hard as a most neg guys that he fucked. He was torn about knocking them up, but they were the ones that wanted to roll the dice. Dan's ass did feel good though and he couldn't resist driving in deeper. After a few minutes of incessant pounding against Dan's inner ring he finally pushed through. A groan filled the room and the other pair knew why. "Oh fuck yeah! Did you take all of it Danny?" Scotty asked breathlessly. All Dan could do was nod as his body quivered. Ric laughed quietly, waiting a moment before resuming his thrusts. The grunts from Dan faded as Ric's cock drove through the ring easier each time. He slowed down and watched Dan lean over and kiss Scotty while they got fucked. Each thrust got him closer to shooting his load so when the kiss ended, he sped up. "Gettin close... Want me to pull out?" Ric asked as he felt the cum start to rise. Dan shoved his ass back, forcing Ric fully into him. "No fuckin way... you bred Scotty... I want it too" Dan said. Ric could feel him try and work his ass muscles tight around his cock. Ric moved his hands to Dan's shoulders and hammered a few seconds before showering Dan's guts with poz seed. Almost immediately, Ric felt Dan's outer ring spasm as he shot ropes of cum all over the floor. A growl came from Mateo as he added his load to Scotty's ass. Both Dan and Scotty fell forward, laying face down on the floor. Ric and Mateo sat down in front of one of the beds, next to each other. "Now I know what Scotty meant when he said he hurt so good yesterday. My ass hurts so bad but it feels so good knowing I took it all and got your load" Dan said, reaching back to feel his battered, cum filled hole. "I took all of Mateo's too. Now I need to feel all of Ric, too" Scotty said looking over and smiling at Ric and Mateo. They talked a little, but Ric could tell that Scotty was still horny and wanted to feel Ric fuck him like he had Dan. After twenty minutes, Scotty pushed himself up on to all fours again and winked at Ric. "Might as well finish the job. Ready, Scotty?" Ric asked. Scotty nodded quickly back at Ric and spread his legs. Ric slid in easily while Mateo found Dan's chute still sore. He was surprised of the lack of cum when he pushed in, guessing that Ric had planted most of his cum deep inside. Ric churned Mateo's load with long strokes, nudging at the second door until he gave a harder shove and breached it. "FUCK!" Scotty cried out and Ric paused, letting him adjust to the throbbing shaft. Mateo plowed slowly, hearing the pain in Dan's groans. He knew there wasn't a point in fucking harder, Ric had already made sure that Dan's body was ready for another invasion of viral cum. Unlike Ric, Mateo wanted to make sure that Dan and Scotty's neg days would soon be over. Even if it didn't happen that day, he hoped to make sure it happened some time. Mateo watched Ric build up his pace and knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He did the same, getting louder groans from Dan until shots of cum pumped into the abused cunt. Ric planted his cock as deep as he could before firing off four large gobs of cum and then pulling back and pumping the last spurts of seed shallower in the colon. Mateo pulled out first and Ric second. It was clear that neither Dan or Scotty was up for any more. Mateo licked over Ric's shaft, tasting the cum mixture and looking up at Ric with a grin. Dan and Scotty crawled up on the bed, curling up together. "Get some rest and let me know if you want some more" Ric said as they walked out the door. "Now the countdown begins" Ric said to Mateo once they got a few doors down. "Mmhmm, I doubt they'll escape your bug after that" Mateo said. ------ Ric was walking back from the campus gym after a workout when he felt a phone buzz in his backpack. He pulled out the phones and saw messages on both of them. The more interesting one was on his work phone. "Hi. We met a cpl months ago when I won Rawsons contest" was followed by "Wanted to thank u 4 gr8 time and gifts" and "U were right, conversion was a bitch but I was hard whole time" and finally "just got my own first conv." Next was a pic of him getting inked with a black and gray shaded biohazard tattoo with the date Ric fucked him below it on his back, just below his neck. Another pic followed and it was Ken's face pic with huge smile and last was a screenshot of his test results showing his name, a healthy CD4 and a very high viral load. Ric sent back a thumbs up emoji followed by "yvw gifts? I only gave u 1." "bug & mask" Ken replied. Ric smiled and sent back "didn't know he gave u mask 2 congrats! have fun sharing." "i have been. no one believes me abt getting pozd by a porn star until I show them mask and pic ;)" Ken sent back. Ric stopped and leaned against a wall, surfing over to Rawson's website. He found the blog post about the contest winner and saw the pics. He read through the comments and saw several saying "lucky guy!" or "wish I won" or "didn't know you could meet wrestler too. hot!" One said "hope this means wrestlr is goin 2 do more vids" and it had several hundred likes. Some of the picture comments were "damn! that hole is trashed. if wrestlr toxic btm is 2" and "he got wrecked worse than rawson" and "is that the winners cock in rawson? he won big!" and "NE1 know winner? did he get poz?" A few mentioned that Ric had a shirt covering most of his chest and arms in addition to the mask - "2 bad we see even less of wrestlr" and "I want to see him totally naked for next vid. bet hes sexy af!" Ric realized that he missed seeing the comments about his performances but still wasn't sure it was worth the risk to his future. -- Ric and Mateo were lounging in their room, sharing a beer. A head appeared around the open door and Ric said "Hey, stranger. Too busy to slum with us regular guys?" Will chuckled and walked into the room. "Yeah, been really busy. Did a shoot with your buddy Rawson a couple weeks ago. He's a sick mother" Will said. "Yeah, I know. What did he do this time?" Ric asked. "He asked if I wanted to top a new guy. The pics looked good so I said sure. I get there and the guy is nervous since it's his first porn video. I talked with him, trying to calm him down. He said his boyfriend didn't want him to do it since it was a bareback scene, but he thought that if he passed it up he'd never get another chance. I laughed and told him that would be true if Rawson was doing it, since they only do bareback stuff. He didn't know" Will said, laughing. "I asked if he normally fucked safe or bare and he said bare, but only with his boyfriend. I added 'and me' and he got nervous again. He said he just got tested to start prep and I told him that was good since he wouldn't have to worry then. Later Rawson told me my job was to make sure he never got to take his first dose. He told me he wanted all of his actors to be poz or soon to be" Will continued. "Was it a fun shoot? I've never done one with a new guy, except when I was the newbie" Ric asked. "Yeah, once he calmed down and we started he was pretty fun. It was weird being the one fucking though. I liked not having to keep my face covered too. I dumped three loads in him. I think he was expecting me to pull out and shoot over his ass or on his face, but you know Rawson likes the internal cum shots followed by video of the load leaking out. I didn't wreck his hole like you do, but he was still sore at the end" Will told them. "Nice. Three loads might have done it" Ric said. "Five. He invited me over to meet his boyfriend a few days later and I bred him two more times. I also got two from his boyfriend who got really turned on watching, as he said it, 'a porn star breed my boy'. He should be hurting any day now" Will said, smiling. "Oh, did you know Rawson is poz now? I guess that's why he doesn't do those prep promos anymore" Will asked. "Yeah. He tries to keep it quiet but lets it slip sometimes. He can't resist getting his dick into some neg hole" Ric replied. A smile covered Mateo's face, now understanding Ric's comment from a couple months earlier. Will laughed and said "I think his dick grows an inch when he finds a willing neg guy. Do you know if he was poz when he fucked me during my first video shoot?" Will asked. Ric nodded. "He was the first toxic load you took that night. I was the fourth. And then the fifth through... what... almost twenty loads over the next month until you were in the club. Who knows which strain got you... mine or the other two guys" Ric replied with a sly grin. He wondered if Will would understand what he meant. "Cool. I can't believe how much my attitude changed after that fuck. Anyway, he invited me over a few days ago to help knock up his new camera man. There were a couple other friends of his there and the four of us really nailed that dude. One of the friends said to say 'hi' to you and wants you to call him. I think his name was Paul" Will said. Ric chuckled and replied "Yeah, I forgot to talk to him after his little party. I never knew what a greedy cum dump he was until that night. The five of us flooded him and he still wanted more."

1981virginia, there is no one here who consistently writes hot stories as well as you. Thanks for sharing your talent with us, and we look forward to hearing more about these guys.

Last night. my ongoing beautiful FB. i do love Him. Our connection is steady on and increasing in frequency for about 2 years now. He hit me up on Thursday and Friday, despite knowing i was working (i work 13 hour shifts, so i don't do much beyond eating and sleeping when not working). Yesterday was my first day off my rotation, so i woke up early and prepped, hoping He'd hit me up. i fasted the whole day, wanting to stay clean and ready, and finally ate dinner at 730. Twenty minutes later i get a text from Him "free rn?," which i didn't see and got a call 5 minutes later asking the same. i did a quick check and clean and 5 minutes later He was fucking me. He's full of cum and always leaves me creamy. He says He cums a couple of times, but i cannot tell when He cums because He's a Top that keeps going when and after He cums, but there is always copious evidence after He pulls out and i finger myself to check. He told me last night that He wished He could fuck me every day. Hot sentiment, but i don't think either of our work schedules would tolerate that. Really grateful for Him though. He's sweet, spanks my ass in the heat of fucking and lightly kisses my back and shoulders... all of which drives me wild. So i got to sleep cum loaded last night.

My dad would know it is me instantly. I’ve been sucking his cock since I was 4yo and still do to this day. It’s THE BEST COCK AND CUM ON EARTH. So he knows my tongue, the back of my throat, my swallowing and my moans of pleasure. The only thing better is when he breeds me with it.

Oh Fuck! that was hot! More please!

Hot as always - honestly @1981virginia writes the best content. honestly, the only stories that get me off

Always a treat reading your tales! This one certainly maintains your usual high standards, and I look forward to the next episodes. Thank You for continuing to keep us entertained.

If we are at the same sex club or orgy taking all cocks in a public play space, I'm going to fuck you. I may not fuck you for long, but I'm going to want to sample your hole for a few strokes.

Don't worry. Drew still has more to show and share with Justin.

*Author’s Note: If you haven’t read “Cleaning out the Attic” I recommend you do so now – this is the second part of what seems to be turning into a bit of a novel.* Chapter Two - Journals Nick lay naked on his hotel bed staring at the ceiling, his eyes unfocused, slowly rubbing his still hard cock. Sunlight streamed through the window falling across his sweat covered body, and making the few gray hairs sprinkled amongst his dark chest hair. Nick’s however took in none of it, not the warmth of the morning, or the sound of a bird chattering outside his window, all he could see was his 21 year old nephew, Luke, firing off another massive load while riding Nick’s cock just a half hour ago. He saw the boy’s square handsome face, with just a hint of stubble on the cheeks, screwed up as the orgasm rocked through his body. He felt Luke’s hole spasm around his fat throbbing cock. He remembered Luke’s round developing pecs, pink pert nipples, and swirling light brown chest hair all heaving as his breath burst out of him in uneven spurts. He ran his hand through his own chest hair and felt the boy’s dried load crunch under his fingers. He was broken out of his reverie by a buzz from the bed side table. Nick stretched and rolled over, smelling the dense scent that only comes from a long night of fucking drifting off of himself. He grabbed his phone and rolled only to his back again. It was a text from Brett, his husband, partner, lover and best friend of forty year. ‘Morning babe!’ it read. Nick grinned at his phone, even after all these years anything to do with Brett made is heart flutter. Brett had been the one to help Nick realize he was gay, the first man to fuck him, the first man he had ever felt any sort of romantic interest in. Together they had explored the wild freedom of the late 1970s in New York; they had been there for each other through the unknown and the fear in the 1980s, holding hands at funeral after funeral, trying to make sense of the world; and they had celebrated the shift in the universe. They had been married in Canada a few years prior, still not technically legal in the United States but that was changing. Nick had this feeling deep in his gut that soon he would be holding hands with Brett swearing to love him forever in the US too. Maybe, he thought, knowing what he now knew about his extended family, he wouldn’t be there all alone this time either. Though he would probably leave out the part about how he had fucked his brother’s son when finally telling the family about his sexuality. ‘Babe you will never fucking believe what’s happened.’ He texted back. ‘Oh no! Are you ok?” Brett’s response came back quickly, he must have had his phone in his hand. ‘Not in a bad way. Hold on.’ Nick pulled up FaceTime and called Brett, there was too much to put in one text. The screen was suddenly filled with his husband’s handsome face. It was still early in San Francisco and Brett was clearly still lounging in their bed. Cool misty morning light played across one side of Brett’s square handsome face. Brett was just as handsome as they day they had met. He still had the same rugged looking face, like a football jock, but now thin lines crept out from the corners of his eyes, and ran across his forehead. They gave the appearance that at any moment he was about to burst into raucous laughter. His hair was no longer the long wavy blonde mess it had been in 1977, it was silver, short on the sides with a high front and a soft fringe falling to one side. “You’re still in bed?” Brett said by way of a greeting, his face cracking into a wide smile, “What did you get up to.” “Seriously, you will not believe me.” “What?” “Ok, so you remember that journal that I wrote when we first got together.” “Your sex journal?” “It was more than that. I didn’t just write smut.” “Uh, sure.” He drew the last word out in a long teasing tone. “Listen, butt face, you wanna hear this story or do you wanna mock me.” “Honestly?” “Fuck you, ok. So before I came out to SF permanently I had taken some boxes to my parents that I didn’t have a place to store. Then when I told my dad about us and everything went south I thought I had pack them all into the car that night and brought them home. Turns out I had missed one. Why I never thought it was there I don’t know, but… there in my dad’s attic all this time was that box I could never find.” “Was it just the journal?” “No, the journal and all those Polaroids I used to take, and one really old jock.” “So you found it?” “Rick’s kid Luke did apparently when he was sorting through stuff.” Nick paused, letting that sentence hang dramatically for a few seconds before continuing, “And when I went to go help move the big boxes and things out of the attic I walked in right as he blew a huge load all over himself reading it wearing the fucking jock.” “Shit! Seriously? How old is this kid?” “Twenty One.” “That doesn’t really explain why you’re still in bed… unless…” “So I tell him to get dressed and we sit down in the hot fucking attic and I’m expecting to have to have this whole talk about what gay is and coming out. No, he’s out to his family, he has been for years, he’s been fucking guys at university and apparently a flock of daddies and bears around the town. He didn’t have questions he was just horny as fuck. He’d been reading the journal for days and jerking off to it every time. He’d even been wearing the jock while he worked. And then he tells me that reading about you fucking me for the first time had gotten him so worked up he got on Grindr and found a local guy to breed him.” “Fuck!” “I know, so we end up going to the gay bar next to my hotel, largely to get out of the hot fucking attic.” “Sure.” Another long drawn out teasing vowel. “So we’re swapping storied, and then he says that I’d described you so much that he feels like he knows all about you, or at least you of the 1970s.” “Young dumb and…” “But,” Nick cuts off his husband’s cheeky response, “I never described myself, and he wants to know what I look like.” “He asked you for a dick pic.” “Yeah basically. So I show him that video of me fucking the SFU kid. He then shows me a video of a daddy from school balls deep in his ass.” “Fuck this kid was begging for it.” “We basically sprinted to the room, ripped off each other’s clothes and he begged me to fuck him.” “So naturally…” “I fucked him twice last night and once this morning, he went home like forty minutes ago with a fresh load in his hole.” “Damn, you think he’ll be back for more?” “Oh absolutely.” ----- Luke had taken a detour on his way home. He was still sweaty and he assumed stunk of sex but he was on a mission. Nick had suggested he get a journal of his own, and that’s what he was going to do. He slipped into the bookstore quickly as he could, made his way to the writing section, and grabbed an unadorned hard covered journal. He paid for it quickly, hoping against the odds that the cute boy at the register didn’t clock that his tousled hair was from a recent fucking, and got the hell out of there. He was grateful no one was home when he got back to his parents house. He had told his mother he was spending the night at a high school friend’s house after getting too drunk to drive home. As soon as he was in his room he stripped off down to the same jock he’d been wearing for days. It felt like a part of him now, this old jock, it had become part of his erotic life over the past week. It was a physical attachment to the world he had longed to experience while reading Nick’s journal and his real life. It made him feel like he was part of that, like he could live his life like Nick had been. That the freedom to explore and experiment was his. In wearing it he felt that he was more than just another horny college boy with a thing for older men, he was a part of gay history, and culture, he was free to try anything. Try anything, he thought, Jesus he sure had done that. He’d spent the night being fucked by his dad’s brother. He still had his uncles cum inside him even. He took a pen off of his desk, unwrapped the new journal and lay on his 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. He wrote and wrote. He wrote down how his heart had pounded as he when he first found the journal. He tried to capture the fear he had felt when Nick had found him naked, and in the mist of orgasm, the journal in hand; then how that fear had turned into a low burring arousal that both he and Nick had tried to ignore. He described how it had felt to have Nick’s cock slide into him for the first time. He wrote about falling asleep in his uncles’ warm arms. Despite having cum multiple times with Nick, Luke’s cock was hard again as he wrote. For a moment as I woke up I thought it was all a dream. It couldn’t have happened like that. There was no way I had ended up in my uncle’s hotel room let alone having made love to him twice. Yet there was a heavy arm draped across my body, and warm hairy chest pressed into my back as I came around. I turned slightly to look at the man behind me still not completely believing my own memory. Yet, there he was, my uncle Nick. He too was still shaking off the last tendrils of sleep. He blinked a few times and then smiles. “How are you feeling,” He asked in little more than a whisper. “Good,” I said, in the same hushed tones. “No regrets about last night?” “No, God no. Fuck. That was… well that was amazing. Why… why do you…” “Not in the slightest.” He moved his big hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss. It started soft at first but as I rolled to face him it became more passionate. His tongue slid past my lips and his hands traveled down my body. We were both naked and I could feel his cock hardening against my body as mine did the same. His hand came to rest on my ass, squeezing. He brushed a finger against my hole and I gasped. “Sorry,” he said, “You’re probably sore from last night.” “A little,” I responded, “but not enough to make me say no to you.” “God damn.” He pushed my shoulder down into the bed knocking me onto my chest and disappeared under the sheets. He kicked my legs apart and I felt a hand on each of my cheeks. He spread my ass wide, and then came his tongue. I arched and pushed back, his tongue circling my hole, sending electric shocks through my body. My hole felt tender, but I wanted him again all the same. He pulled on my hips, shifting me back and sticking my ass in the air. Now with a better angle his tongue delved even deeper into my hole. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re still so full of cum. It’s like I just bred you. I bet you’d feel amazing right now.” “Fuck me and find out.” “You’re really up for another round?” “Absolutely. Please, fuck me.” “That’s all I need to hear.” He tossed the sheets back and reared up. Towering above me he spat on his cock and lined the head up with my hole again. For a second there was nothing but pain as my bruised ass was asked to open up again, but then his head burst in and it was only pleasure. He sank right to the hilt, the loads he had left inside me were more than enough lube. We both let out a groan of pleasure. He was taking his time, genially fucking me this time. His cock slid from my hole in long deep strokes. Each time he pressed back in the head of his cock knocked against my prostate sending waves through my body. Nick’s tongue dragged across the back of my neck, and his hands pressed me down into the bed. We both groaned together. “I want to see you ride me,” Nick breathed in my ear. Nick pulled back and spanked my ass before pulling out. He flopped down on the bed next to me and I scrambled to get up over him. I straddled his legs and sat slowly down. His cock easily found my hole. I sighed as my ass came to rest on his hips. “God damn, you look so fucking sexy sitting on my cock.” “Your cock just feels so perfect.” “Ride me, show me how much you need it.” I bounced up and down. Slowly at first, and then harder. I worked my ass down onto his dick making it hit as deep as it could. Nick’s face was contorted in pleasure. The little lines around his eyes deepened, fanning out as he scrunched his face trying to stave off the inevitable. I rocked harder, one hand drifted to my own cock. I started to stroke myself as I rode Nick. It was clear we were both building to the edge. When it came it crashed over us both like an unexpected wave hits you in the ocean. The force of my own orgasm blinded me to what was happening inside my hole. Rope after rope of cum erupted from my cock and spattered across Nick’s hairy torso. It fell into the thick pelt and glistened against his sweaty heaving chest. It was only as my breath started to come back to normal that I felt the warmth spreading inside me. Nick’s cock gave one last throb and pushed even more cum into my hole. I collapsed forward and kissed him. Luke was hard again. He’d had a massive load fucked out of him not two hours before but his balls ached. He pulled the pouch of his jock to the side and started to work another load out of his balls. ----- Brett padded to the kitchen naked after he hung up with Nick. His cock was still semi hard, swinging heavily in front of him as he walked. Nick had fucked his nephew, Brett’s mind was spinning. He should, he thought, be grossed out, or upset, or something, but in reality it was hot. Nick had sent him a picture from the boy’s Instagram, he was a well bit college senior, a little stubble on his cute face, and bright kind eyes. Brett would have fucked him too if he’d found the boy jerking off in just a jock. He rubbed his cock a few time, feeling the blood flow back to his member momentarily. “God, that journal,” he said out loud to the empty apartment. He remembered that weekend in ’77 probably better than most things in his life. He remembered the power going out. The whole city was dark, for the first five minutes it was one of the most terrifying things he’d ever experienced. Just looking out of the window and seeing nothing that the dim ambient moonlight couldn’t pick out was horrifying in New York City. Everyone is so use to the bright lights of the street lamps, apartment windows, and neon signs that they never think about how dark the night really can be. Then it was all gone and their tiny apartment on the West Side felt like an island in the middle of a vast ocean. Of course, his childhood in Florida had kicked in the, he’d been through enough hurricanes to know what to do when the power went out. He’d filled coolers, moved beer around, he’d filled the tub with water in case something happened. He’d dug candles out of drawers and placed them around the one common space, and then they had sat. In the oppressive heat of July in NYC they had sat in the dark and drank beer, the apartment still felt like a little island, but a warm and welcome one now. Nick had been the thing that made him feel safe, though he didn’t articulate that at the time. It felt like the two of them could take on anything so long as they were together. Then the conversation had drifted to sex. Brett had been dying to tell Nick that he was gay for ages. The scale of the secret growing in his mind with each passing day. There, by the light of candles, and in the circle of safety Nick created just by existing, Brett had finally felt brave. He’d let it out, and though he worried about Nick’s reaction, he felt better just for saying it. He loved his life, he liked being gay, he like men, he was secure in who he was; and if Nick had reacted badly, well that was what it was but he had to tell him. He hadn’t reacted badly though. Quite the opposite. They’d stripped off most of their clothes trying to escape the inescapable hot humid air, and Nick had little to hide his arousal as Brett shared. What had come next were the things of dreams. He had imagined what it would be like to sleep with Nick, what his cock would be like, what his hole would taste like but he’d never thought it could happen. Then there they were, naked together, candle light flickering about them. He had opened Nick slowly just like the first man to fuck him had done. When Nick hole was slick with spit and winking hungrily at him, he slid his cock inside his best friend and changed their lives forever. Neither of them knew it then but that was the start of their real relationship. From that moment on they were a pair. They’d drifted apart once or twice, Brett had given Nick a lot of space to explore his new found sexuality, but they had always come back to each other from that moment on. When Brett had gone home with that first guy in college he had been terrified that that meant the end of his chances of happiness. He understood being homosexual to mean being alone for the rest of your life. It meant giving up your family and friends for nothing but ultimately unfulfilling sex. Though, being twenty-one, and drunk at the time meant he didn’t think of any of those things till the next morning. He’d stayed at the bar after his other friends left, he did that a lot in those days. He’d always known that he wasn’t attracted to women in the same way as his brothers and his friends, but the realization that he was attracted to men had been slow. Now in his last year of college he got it. He looked at the men his friends had grown into and got hard thinking about their bodies. He saw the chest hair not poking out of the tops of their, looked at their firm asses squished into tight faired jeans. He longed to see them naked in a way he never thought about the girls they met out at parties. All of that left him ultimately lonely, even when sitting in a bar full of his friends he felt isolated. So, when everyone else had left, he stayed and drank, hoping to squash the feelings he didn’t dare give a voice to. An older man had sat down at the bar, handsome and fairly unassuming. He was probably in his mid-forties. He had a square face, a rather round nose, and short hair turning gray at the temples. He wore a button-down shirt open to just below his pecs exposing a broad swath of fur covered skin. Brett couldn’t help his eyes flicking down. The man had introduced himself as Aaron, and they had started chatting. Aaron had a few beers, bought Brett another one, while they made small talk. Brett liked talking to Aaron, there was something a familiarity there that he didn’t yet understand. It was his gay-dar going off, which was obvious in retrospect. When Aaron has said he was stepping outside for a smoke, Brett had followed despite not being a smoker himself. Aaron went around the corner of the building rather than standing under the street light out front, “less windy”. He lit a cigarette, took a long drag on it and handed it to Brett before lighting another one for himself. Brett, not wanting to seem uncool, took a deep pull on the cigarette and promptly launched himself into a massive coughing fit. “You don’t actually smoke do you,” Aaron laughed good naturedly. “No.” Brett looked down at his shoes, feeling very bashful. “Why did you come out then?” Aaron took a step closer to Brett, the intensity of his gaze dragged Brett’s eyes back up. “I didn’t want to sit at the bar alone.” “Is that all, or was there something more specific that brought you out here.” He stepped closer again. They were now inches apart. Brett could smell the sweet intermingled scent of beer and smoke with each breath Aaron let out. He felt weak at the knees. A fire was growing in him, his crotch began to bulge, and his mind felt muddles. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I think you do.” Then “it” happened. He kissed another man. That thing he had been pondering, secretly yearning for, happened and it was wonderful. The roughness of Aaron’s face against his, the instance of the man’s tongue entering his mouth, it was everything he had wanted. Brett’s hands quickly found Aaron’s hips and pulled him closer, their crotches pressed tight as their kiss continues. Aaron brought one hand up behind Brett’s head, holding him in place, the other dangling to the side keeping the still lit cigarette out of reach. When they broke apart Brett was flushed, his whole face felt red. Heat seemed to radiate from his entire body. He locked eyes with Aaron and found himself unable to move, despite how hard his heart was pounding. “Do you want to get out of here,” Aaron said, his lips barely an inch from Brett’s, “or do you want to keep making out in an alley.” “I have… I have roommates…” Brett said, feeling lame as soon as the words were out of his mouth. “I don’t.” “Ok.” Brett’s voice was little more than a whisper. His heart was in his throat, and his stomach felt as though it was about to fall out, but still he said yes. The beers had given him the courage to do what he had been yearning for. He was saying yes to this incredibly sexy man. He was going to say yes to whatever Aaron asked him. He was determined to finally know what it was to have sex with a man… and maybe that, he though, would explain his feelings. They walked, not quite touching, the few block’s to Aaron’s apartment. It was a cozy walk up, in an unassuming brick multistory building. They slipped from the bright florescent hallway, into the dim warmth of Aaron’s living room. The walls were dark and paneled, a big comfortable looking sofa dominated one whole side of the room, a big thick television the other. A light glowed in the small kitchenette, leading them into the bedroom. It was small but perfectly appointed. Everything about the apartment made Brett feel at ease. It wasn’t sleazy or frightening, overly fem or queer as his mother would have said, it was just warm and safe. Brett perched on the edge of the bed, unsure what to do next. Aaron clicked on a scarf covered lamp on the bedside table. The soft rose tinted glow spilled over one side of his body, throwing the sharp lines of his face, and the swells of his muscles into sharp relief. Never breaking eye contact with Brett, he unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch revealing more of his fur covered torso. When he cast the shirt aside, standing in just his tight, high waisted bell bottoms, he looked to Brett in that moment the perfect specimen of manhood. It was like the Bert Reynolds centerfold Brett had lusted after so many times had come to life right in front of him. Aaron put a hand softly under the boy’s chin and tilted his head back. He bent down and lightly kissed his latest conquest on the lips. He felt the tension go out of the boy. He needs this, Aaron thought. He pulled Brett to his feet, and locked his fingers under the edge of the boy’s t-shirt. He pulled it up over his head revealing a cute fit physique. Brett loved exercise, not just because he then got to see sweaty men in the locker room after. He loved how it made him feel. He liked seeing his pecs press through the soft clinging material of a shirt, or see his ass bulge in a pair of tight pants. He was proud of his round pink nipples, and the hair that grew between them. He had every right to be, he was hot. Aaron ran his fingers over the boy’s chest, feeling the warm flesh under the honey blonde fur. They kissed again, this time with more passion. Brett pulled them back together. He wanted to feel Aaron’s flesh against his own. He wanted to feel the warmth of another man’s body against him. His hands explored now. He was gaining confidence. Having taken the first step of following a man home, he felt like anything was possible. He kissed Aaron’s neck, licking the salty sweat from his skin. Aaron took Brett and held him back, before bending his head to do the same. He licked at the boy’s flesh, and then slowly down his chest. His tongue flicked over Brett’s nipple bringing out the first whimper of pleasure from the boy. He did it again, and Brett groaned. He’d never felt anything like this. They tumbled back onto the bed, falling in a mess of limbs and kissed. Aaron ground his hips into Brett, pressing their erections together. Brett’s mind burst. Any doubt he had about his attraction to me, or his want for their bodies was quickly vanishing. This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. It was absolutely nothing like being with a woman. He wanted to Aaron’s cock. He wanted to grab it, to stroke it, he wanted – and it shocked him to realize – to swallow Aaron’s cock down his throat. Aaron grabbed both of Brett’s hands and pinned them above his head against the mattress. His fingers danced across Brett’s nipples as his tongue made its way to the mass of blonde fur exploding from his pit. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the hair, and tasted the boy’s musk. Brett writhed. It all was so new and felt so good. Slowly Aaron slithered his tongue down Brett’s body, playing over his nipple again for a moment before continuing down. His hand’s reached Brett’s throbbing crotch first. He grasped at the straining fabric that barely managed to contain his erection. Brett groaned as Aaron rubbed him through his jeans. Expertly Aaron undid Brett’s belt and then unbuttoned his fly. Brett shifted his weight, and Aaron pulled his pants off in one quick move. Brett now lay, his legs on either side of Aaron’s body, in just his white briefs. A big wet spot had formed in the front of them, turning the fabric almost translucent, from the massive amounts of precum he was leaking. Aaron bent forward, and kissed the boy’s hard cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. He rubbed the stubble of his chin along the shaft, and then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He slipped Brett’s underwear off, allowing his cock to spring up and slap against his stomach, and left him completely naked. Brett’s breath was coming hard and fast, his eyes locked on Aaron as the older man bent forward, took hold of his cock, and started to suck. Brett had had blow jobs before but none so expert as this. Aaron swallowed hard, and Brett’s rather sizeable cock vanished down his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, both hands behind his head, allowing Aaron to ravish him. Aaron’s tongue swirled around the head of Brett’s leaking cock, savoring the sweet precum that was now practically pouring out. He worked his mouth up and down, sucking hard. He buried his nose in Brett’s pubes and worked his throat around the wide shaft. He had one hand playing with Brett’s nipple, the other was now playing with his balls. As he sucked he slid that hand under Brett’s ass, and began to slide a finger along Brett’s crack. Almost instinctively Brett shifted his hips up to allow Aaron access to his still virgin hole. He didn’t know it yet but before the night was out he would be begging Aaron to fuck him. Aaron sensed Brett was getting close to the point of no return, but he wasn’t done with his latest play thing. He let Brett’s cock fall from his mouth, and moved up to kiss the boy deeply. Brett kissed him back, open mouthed, moaning. Aaron moved from between Brett’s legs and go off the bed. For a moment Brett was frightened the evening was coming to an end, had he done something wrong, then he watched with joyous rapture as Aaron took off his own pants. When he undid the buttons of his fly Brett saw that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. A thick dark brown bush burst out from the now open fly, and the base of what looked like a massive cock. Aaron pushed his jeans to the floor and kicked them off of his feet. When he stood back upright, he was fully naked and completely hard. His whole body was covered in hair, he really was Brett’s favorite centerfold come to life. Unlike the Reynolds photos though, there was no careful covering of Aaron’s crotch. A long, meaty cock, with a big bulbous head, now pointed straight at Brett. Two big heavy looking balls swung pendulously below, all nestled in a dense dark patch of public hair. Brett was frozen. He’d never seen another man like this. It was everything he’d dared to dream it would be. “Why don’t you come sit on the edge of the bed and suck my cock,” Aaron said, a wicked smile on his face. Brett snapped out of his reverie. This was the moment, he was doing to touch another man’s cock. In his mind it was somehow one thing to have another man suck your cock, but to be the one doing the sucking… that was the last bridge He swallowed hard, moved to the edge of the bed and said a little nervously, “I’ve um… I’ve never sucked anyone before.” “I kinda figured. Just swallow, and try to keep your teeth out of the way. Something tells me you’re going to be good at this.” Aaron was right, as soon as Brett’s lips closed around Aaron’s cock he knew what to do. He understood immediately how to make a man feel pleasure, and he was good at it. He swallowed just like Aaron had done, and felt the shocking girth of Aaron’s cock vanish down his throat. He was gifted, he didn’t gag, or splutter. He breathed through his nose and worked his throat and mouth around his first cock. Aaron held him by the back of the head, lightly guiding Brett as he learned rhythm and pacing. Brett was in heaven. He could have sucked on Aaron’s cock forever. He loved the feeling of pubes against his nose, of balls on his chin. He loved the pressure when his breathing was cut off for a moment, and the fullness he felt when Aaron’s head went down his throat. He was actively sad when Aaron pulled his cock fully from his mouth. “I told you you’d be good at that,” he bent down and kissed Brett on his spit covered mouth. “I love sucking your cock,” Brett said, his eyes mad with lust. “I know you do, and you’ll get to suck it more… but I’ve got something else in mind. I’m guessing if you’ve never sucked cock before you’ve never had your ass eaten?” “No… I don’t…” “I’ll show you. Flip over, on all fours with your ass pointing towards me. Trust me, you’ll love it.” Brett did as he was told and rolled over, with his knees tucked tight under his chest and his ass exposed at the edge of the bed. He was tense, he didn’t know what to expect, and then he felt it. The brush of Aaron’s stubble on his ass cheeks, his hot wet breath on his untouched flesh. Then something wet, warm, and probing brushed against his hole. Brett groaned, Aaron’s tongues and dancing across his virgin hole. The tension washed away as pleasure radiated from his hole through his entire body. He was groaning into the bed sheets. It felt good. It felt better than good. It was amazing. Never in his whole life had Brett imagined that something could feel like this, and certainly never imagined this pleasure coming from his ass. Firm hands gripped his ass cheeks, holding the apart. Aaron reared back and spat a massive wad of spit right into Brett’s now winking hole. The dense hair that grew in a spiral around his pucker was slicked down with Aaron’s spit – it was a beautiful sight. He was going to take this boy’s virginity. He was going to work him open till he begged to be fucked. Aaron decided there was no way that Brett was leaving that apartment without his load inside him. The tongue returned, and Brett moaned again. He felt Aaron spread his spit around, making his ass slick. He could tell that his hole was relaxing too, that the probing and pushing of Aaron’s tongue was slowly starting to work. At first it was just the tip of Aaron’s tongue sort of catching, pausing as it pulled at the lip of his hole. Then it was more forceful and driving, dipping inside for just a moment and actually spreading Brett open. It was slow, and hardly noticeable at first, but eventually Brett realized that Aaron’s tongue was slipping in and out of his ass hole with ease. Aaron noticed the change too, he sucked and chewed on Brett’s hole relaxing his ring even more. When he pulled back to spit into the boy’s hole again it looked completely different. He wasn’t looking at a tight untouched pucker but a pink inviting hole slowly winking. He slid his finger down Brett’s crack, pausing to rub his hole for a moment, before continuing on. He added more spit, and then did it again. This time he stayed longer, his finger pushing at the center of Brett’s hole for a moment. More spit, then more pressure; he repeated this process over and over till Brett’s hole suddenly relaxed completely and the first inch of his finger vanished inside the boy. Brett practically screamed, but not in pain, mostly in surprise. His hole was being penetrated, it was happening. He was going to go all the way with a man. He was going all the way… Aaron withdrew his finger, spat on Brett hole again and then pressed it back in. This time his whole finger slid inside. Brett went wild. “Relax, you’re doing great.” “It feel so fucking good,” Brett panted. “I know, just wait till I’ve got you open enough for my cock.” “Fuck, yes please. I want you to fuck me.” “You want me to take your virginity?” “Yes! I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me.” “Good. Ok,” Aaron slid his finger back out and sucked on it, savoring the boy’s taste, and then did the same to his middle finger. “Take a deep breath in, and hold it for a moment.” He rubbed the two fingers on Brett loosening hole, “now breath out slowly.” He pushed in as Brett breathed out. With a little pressure two fingers were worked easily inside of Brett who let out a gasp. He could feel the change in thickness and it made him giddy with lust. His own cock was leaking precum so much that a near continuous stream was dripping onto the bed below him forming a large puddle. Aaron worked his fingers around, sliding them in and out, pulling at the sides of Brett’s hole. When he pulled them back out to add more spit he watched as Brett’s ass gaped open for a second before winking closed. He hawked another big mouthful of spit right onto the boy’s hole and then pushed three fingers in. Another loud groan from Brett as he was opened wider still. After more twisting and pulling Aaron knew it was time. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across Brett’s broad back, and his breathing was short and ragged. The cute soon to be deflowered college jock was in heat, he needed to be fucked and fucked soon. He got really close to Brett’s ear, keeping his fingers lodged inside the boy, and said in a breathy voice, “Are you ready for my cock?” Brett’s answer was almost a shout, “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Good boy.” Aaron withdrew his fingers, and slid them along his cock adding the slickness from Brett’s hole to his shaft. He dropped more spit onto his head and rubbed it on the open hole in front of him. Brett whimpered and pushed his ass back. Prefect, Aaron thought, he’s ready, and Aaron pressed forward. It was like a bolt of electricity shot through Brett’s body and Aaron’s cock broke through his hole for the first time. His spine seemed to tingle, his fingers went momentarily numb, and his vision shrunk down to tiny pin points. Euphoria coursed through his veins, and hit his mind like a storm surge crashing on the breakwater. He let out a guttural sound unlike he’d ever made before and his chest collapsed onto the bed. “Good, good,” Aaron cooed as he slid more of his cock inside Brett’s virgin hole. He dropped a few more big globs of spit onto his shaft as he went lubing up Brett’s ass for the fucking he was about to receive. They took their time, and it was almost a full five minutes before Aaron’s considerable length and girth was completely buried inside Brett’s now quivering hole. “Holy shit! Holy shit,” Brett panted over and over again. “You did it, you took my whole cock.” “Oh my God.” “Feel my balls on your taint?” Aaron rocked back and forth causing his balls to lightly tap against Brett’s taint. “Yes!” “Do you like being full of cock?” “Fuck yes! It feels so good!” “How does this feel?” He pulled about half of his cock out of Brett’s hole and then slid it back in slowly. The boy groaned under him. “Fuck. Oh my god! Its so… holy shit!” “Again?” “Yes!” Brett practically shouted. Aaron pulled a little more of his cock out this time, and then just as slowly made his way back inside of Brett. He paused for a moment, and then again. Each time he pulled back a little further, but he kept the speed slow and deliberate. It let Brett get use to being fucked, but it also worked his hole open more so it could take more of a pounding when Aaron was ready to let him have it. It was when Aaron was sliding the full length of his cock in and out of Brett as the boy pushed back against his cock that Aaron knew he was ready. He took hold of Brett’s hips and slammed in. The boy let out another deep guttural roar, but did not shy away. Aaron did it again, and this time Brett slammed his ass back to meet Aaron’s thrust. “You want me to pound you?” “Yes! Fuck me! Pound my fucking ass!” “Fucking pig!” Aaron roared as he started mercilessly railing Brett’s ass. He knew his cock was banging hard against Brett’s second hole, almost busting threw each time, it had hurt he thought; but he was wrong. Everything about the experience was joy for Brett. He had let go and it was everything he wanted. The blunt head of Aaron’s cock knocked hard against his prostate with each thrust sending a pulse of endorphins through his body. The pressure on his second hole felt like a goal not yet achieved, something even more pleasurable to unlock. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never be with a woman again. Sex with another man was too good. The first time, him losing his virginity, was better than any experience he had ever hand with a woman. Surly if this was where he was starting it could only become better from there. Aaron for his part was shocked looking down and seeing how quickly Brett’s hole had adapted to being fucked. His ass lips gripped tight to Aaron’s cock but there was no unwanted tension or fear. He was taking cock like someone who had been getting fucked for years. He had gone from tight virgin to Aaron’s favorite kind of hole, warm, open and easy to fuck, in an hour. He felt himself approaching the cliff and slowed down. He wasn’t ready to cum yet. He pulled his cock out of Brett, which elicited a sad sounding whimper, and smacked the boy on the ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Get on your back,” he commanded. Brett rolled over, with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Aaron took Brett’s ankles in his hands and placed them on his shoulders. He lent forward, bending Brett in half and tipping his ass up off the bed. He slid in easily, his dick slick with Brett’s ass juice. He watched as Brett’s eyes rolled back, a sloppy grin spreading across his face as Aaron’s cock worked deep inside him again. From this angle he was able to get even deeper, and he held his cock hard against Brett’s second hole till it at last gave way and the last bit of Aaron’s cock shot into Brett’s ass. Brett let out something half way between a grunt and a woof at that. His eyes went totally blank, and his mouth hung slack. Aaron put his hands down on either side of Brett’s legs, trapping Brett’s knees against his shoulders. As he leaned forward his cock pushed just that much further inside of the jocks absolutely quivering asshole. He gave the boy a soft kiss. Brett responded by wrapping his arms around Aaron’s neck and holding him close. He kissed the man who was deep inside him, trying to pour all of the pleasure he was receiving and gratitude he felt towards Aaron in that moment into the kiss. He whimpered into Aaron’s mouth and around his invading tongue as the older man started to fuck him again. Brett let his grasp slip and Aaron reared back, starting to fuck him hard again. The pounding Aaron was giving him was not just hard but loud. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was accompanied by a slightly wet sound as Brett’s hole became sloppy. They were both sweating profusely at this point. Trails of sweat ran down Aaron’s chest making slick lines through his dense chest hair. All of the hair on Brett’s stomach was matted down from the river of precum he was leaking. There was so much on his stomach that it looked as though he had already shot his load on himself. Aaron held Brett by the thighs hammering hard. Brett had both hands behind his head now, his youthful muscular body stretched out before Aaron for the ravishing. He watched the young man’s pecs bounce as he hammered away at his no longer virgin hole. A near continuous stream of grunts, groans and profanity streamed from Brett’s mouth as his hole was decimated. Brett didn’t know the signs of approaching orgasm in another man yet. He hadn’t yet learned to note the tightening of the face, the shoulders retracting, the changes in breath. So when Aaron let out a mighty roar and slammed his entire cock inside of Brett he was completely unprepared. He was also unprepared for the warmth that seemed to flow into him from Aaron’s now pulsating cock. Yet the most surprising thing of all was that as Aaron’s cock pumped inside him his own cock spasmed and launched a massive load all over his body. The force of his orgasm caused him to clamp down on Aaron’s cock, making the older man roar again as his cock throbbed against the pressure. They were both panting. As his orgasm subsided Brett understood what had just happened. Aaron had cum. Not only that Aaron had cum inside him. None of the girls Brett had been with would let him cum inside them for fear of getting pregnant but he didn’t have that to worry about. He now felt the warmth in his ass and understood it. He loved it. It turned him on even more. He had another man’s cum inside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until their breathing returned to normal. Aaron slowly took his delating cock from Brett’s hole and they both let out a satisfied sigh. He had gotten the boy a towel, then they cleaned up and got dressed. When Brett kissed Aaron goodbye at the door, clutching the little piece of paper on which Aaron had written his phone number down, he felt giddy. He felt no guilt, or conflict about what had just happened. It had been what he wanted and what he needed. That night had started him down a path. A path that had led him to Nick ultimately. Brett lay in his bed that night and felt his slick hole. It made him hard to think about the load buried deep inside him. Brett flopped onto his bed and looked out of the window remembering Aaron and his first time. His cock stood straight up from his body, hard as a rock. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram. After a quick search he found what he was looking for, his husband’s nephew Luke. He scrolled down a little and there it was, a photo of Luke tailgating for a game at school, standing in the bright afternoon sun shirtless. Brett took hold of his cock and started to stroke it his mind full of all the terrible, delicious things he would do to Luke if he ever got his hands on him.

That feeling you get when your POZ crush messages you on bbrt.

What started out very slowly turned out to be a very successful sauna visit today. 4 raw cocks in me and 3 loads. At the end I loaded a young gent's very attractive arse. I'm pleased to say the douching worked today. I don't think I was 100% squeaky clean at the very end, but there was nothing of any concern. Considering the pounding I'd had at times, I was very pleased. I always douche in two stages. Today I douched for a good half hour in part 1. An hour later I did another half hour, also using a dildo to open me up and help clear the way. In between I normally have a mug of coffee, but I realised that actually makes things worse, so I had a mug of tea instead. By the way, this is using a basic big black bulb douche.

Usually keep an empty beer glass to hand and when my mark heads toward the bathroom, I simply approach and ask if he wouldn't mind refilling my glass while he's in there. Sometimes it works - sometimes you get told to fuck off. Much better chance of success in a sleazy/fetish environment. Saunas and fluffy gay bars not so much! These days I'm a little more careful... if the guy's been taking any medication or drugs then it might well be present in his piss. I'd rather avoid that, so for drinking I tend to stick to guys I know. I am spoiled having SOP in London every Sunday. If you're into piss, it's just awesome.

REGISTER. VOTE. OUR HARD-WON RIGHTS DEPEND ON IT, AS WELL AS THE RIGHTS OF OTHERS.

I sucked a guy off on the top deck of an old Routemaster night bus being driven through Ealing Broadway one night. I remember he'd just delivered his load and had to zip up quickly as we beard the conductor coming up the stairs.

Very hot .... Justin is being turned out nicely ... hopefully he is going to get fucked deep and bred .... I remember fucking my wife with loads in my ass and her not knowing ....

One more thing: I can't remember what the subject matter was, but there was a post I wanted to make, so all I did was ask one of them before posting it. Got the reply of where it should go, and did that. Easy as pie, and no issues at all. It's not that tough to do it right.

I agree with you, because it is 100% real. It could be you or me being recorded - it could be any one of us, or a million other guys. Yes, the polished, professional porn actors know how to play to the camera, how to keep their arms out of the camera's sight-lines, all of that. And they know enough to announce that they're about to pump their loads up a Hole, so the cameraman can get close, and that's ok. What I don't like about pro-porn is, they always have to pull out and shoot on the Hole (at best - often shooting the whole load onto the Hole, his back his balls, everywhere but where it belongs. That said, it's much better to go to the fuckjoints and DO it !!!

Always love your stories, can't wait for more of this one!

Except sometimes he doesn’t. There are darkrooms, where he’s fucking blind, or gloryholes, and even in a dimly lit hotel room when he walks in and all he sees is an ass up an ready, he may not have much more visually to go on. Even in the fog of a bathhouse steam room, when I take a train of three or four cocks one right after the other, I often wonder if the’ve even got a good look at me - because I sure didn’t get a look at them, and have no idea who just enjoyed the feel of my insides.

I love eating and swallowing fresh loads out of a well used ass and then adding my own. I don’t care how many have been before me, the more the better!

Wonderful, great start. Can't wait for the second part. 🤪

FUCK! A pig After My own Heart!

I definitely prefer amateur porn. My favourite has always been anon breedings, especially with guys walking in on others in hotel rooms. Also massages that turn into fucks.

Amateur raw porn is the best especially when the top is poz. I’d love to be filmed taking poz cock…

I sometimes get Tops - who do end up fucking me - who ask about who fucked me before them, and specifically whether I have a pic of the guys or their cocks. I never do - I’m too busy getting railed to take pictures - and even if I did, I don’t fuck-and-tell. I honor discretion absolutely. But these guys do seem genuinely interested.

I realize this question is aimed primarily at Tops, but it might help to clarify a little about what you mean by ‘no holes refused’. Does this mean that the Top will fuck any and every hole that presents itself, or simply that the Top doesn’t discriminate? In the first case, it’s hard to draw an equivalency between a ‘no loads refused’ cumdump and a Top because the cumdump’s hole is capable of taking serial use repeatedly in relatively quick succession, and realistically, the number of Tops available to actually penetrate him will be limited. The Top, however, is not equipped to perform in such a serial way, certainly not in terms of actual breeding. He may accomplish multiple penetrations, but ejaculations are going to be limited; he must, eventually, refuse a hole because the equipment is spent. It’s also a question of volume - while in most cases the cumdump will have a limited number of Tops interested in using him, a Top might find himself in greater demand than he can supply, simply because bottoms outnumber Tops to such a great extent. In the second case, it’s easier to understand how a Top might consider himself ‘no holes refused’, in that he may take an opportunistic approach and enjoy sampling whatever comes his way, with little or no discriminating, until he has finished his play. This is sort of ‘no holes refused (in context)’ This suggests that there may be Tops who will fuck any and every hole available A) out of sheer appetite, an appetite that must necessarily be limited as discussed above, or B) out of a sense of duty and service - a type I have never encountered in the wild. I am interested to hear Tops’ responses to this because there is still, as far as I (admittedly poorly) grasp the workings of the Top mind, a difference in fundamental psychology between a bottom’s receptivity and a Top’s penetrative drive. I take all men who want to fuck me because it is my role as a vessel to serve penetrators. If there is a Top equivalent I would be fascinated to know it.

I agree with those who say shooting the cum outside of the ass is a total waste.

Another great HOT story 1981virginia! You always get me off!! Looking forward to more on this one.

I used to be a moderator on a site that no longer exists. My "pay" for 30+ hours of work each week on top of my real job? A free paid membership, which amounted to $30 a year. And for that I got to deal with lots of special snowflakes who thought they were the only special snowflake and therefore the rules shouldn't apply to them. 🙄 I'm sure I got called a bully more than once. And whenever someone complained about an action I had taken, I directed them to the site owner as, more often than not, I was just enforcing the rules the site owner had set. I was never told to undo an action I had taken, but might've been told, "I would've handled that differently." I tried to apply the rules consistently. But I'm human and have no delusion that I was 100% successful. Threads here go much further afield than would've been allowed on the forum I helped to moderate. We didn't have a points system, but all of the mods knew who the troublemakers were, and their misdeeds were tracked. When the line was crossed one time too many, that person was banned. We even had a Banned Members thread that only Global Moderators could post in because they were the only ones who could ban a member. Easily 75% of the posts were related to banning new accounts of members who had already been banned and not the banning of new people. (Another 10-15% were related to members who asked that their account be deactivated. So we really weren't banning that many people for infractions.) I have no idea what, or even if, the mods here get paid. But I DO know it's probably nowhere near enough for what they have to put up with! Having been a moderator, I give props to anyone who takes the time out of their lives to help out. And, because I have walked many miles in their shoes, I try not to cause them any additional grief, and I try not to second guess their actions. And one more thing before I end. On every forum I have seen, once one becomes a Moderator, there is no way to post as an individual contributor. Anything JonTheSexGod the Moderator does as JonTheSexGod the individual contributor shows as a Moderator post or action even though it may not have been intended to be that. My suggestion to anyone who wants to complain about the mods on this, or any, forum is to grant them some grace and assume that they are acting with the best of intentions, even if you don't agree with whatever they did.

No I don't care who's load is in there. I only hope it was another complete stranger who used that ass like a cheap whore just like I am.

Well kinda, tho I wouldn't advertise it that way. If I'm going to visit a no loads refused bottom and he hasn't asked for my pic, I won't ask for his. Kind of adds to the excitement not knowing anything about a guy other than he's gonna have my cock inside him soon. And if I'm at a sex party or club well I want to try as many different guys as possible. Sometimes the ugliest guy in the room gives the best head!

Yes, when you allow a raw dick into your hole you've given permission for him to fill it with his seed and accept whatever might happen.

Such a hot story ... I loved when I was married and was getting dick and cum behind her back ... even had one of her friends find out ... she became a great Fag-Hag ....

I agree, it's the hottest thing ever.

This summer I met a 27 year old guy by responding to an add for "DL bottom for dl top". He wouldn't share any photos, but seemed to be a good choice from our email banter. When he showed up, I discovered a hot, 5'7" (smaller) 135# muscled young guy. Love those "college" build hot dudes that want to be fucked. But our 1st fuck was awkward at best, bareback (of course). I don't think he's been fucked much and probably is mostly "straight", and certainly not by a big cock. I didn't think he enjoyed it (I have a larger, 8x6c cock), I thought I'd never hear from him again. HOWEVER - On Saturday I got quite horned up cruising online, and just as I was giving up and logged out of all the typical sites, he sent me an email asking if I was available. I was surprised and delighted. I thought I'd try better this time to get him to relax and enjoy it more, with hopes he might want to visit again (and again - more often). When he got here I had him sit and relax in the living room, and made him a Vodka mixed drink. We talked for a while. When I sensed he was relaxed I took him back to my bedroom. This would be our 2nd fuck. It went much better. He doesn't kiss, but I got him to enjoy my body on top of his, then flipped him over onto mine. We played with each others cocks too this time, he has a smaller cock/package which I think is hot on a thin muscled bottom. I got him to try a few positions as well, me pounding him missionary, him riding me on top (which I think he liked), a bit of side-saddle, and then finally him on his back with me standing on the side of the bed railing him (this is his preferred position). He was more relaxed. It was a pleasure to shoot my cum 8" deep inside of his tight hole. He jacked off after. If we play again, I'll ask if I can suck him off. Once we got dressed, he hung around for a while and we talked more, so hopefully he'll be back again!

Stopped by my local cruising grounds next to the river yesterday. Was followed down the trail by a big sexy daddy with an honest-to-god handlebar mustache. We started playing around and he hauled out a 7" cut cock surrounded by a full bush and hairy balls. I bent over and started sucking him until he got rock hard. He reached around and started stroking my ass (BINGO!). We were on the main part of the trail so we had a few interruptions, but anyone in that area is either looking for the same thing or someone who lives in the woods surrounding the river. His stroking of my ass intensified, so I lowered my pants to give him better access. His fingers found my hole like a heat-seeking missile and started massaging my fuck ring. By this time my pants were down around my ankles, so he moved in behind me and reached into his pocket. I prayed to any god that happened to be on duty at the moment that it wasn't a condom, and was relieved to hear the snap of a lube bottle being opened. He lubed up my hole and his cock and slid in slowly but deliberately. After he fully hilted himself balls deep, he started screwing me and moaned "This pussy feels amazing!" while guiding my hips to give himself command of the fuck. By this time, 3-4 guys were standing around watching this all happen, as well as some river folk still passing by on their way to their campsites (they always ignore us). One guy who is a known cock block commented that he wished that was his ass getting fucked. I happily thought "Possession is 9/10ths the law dude." Suddenly, down the trail comes this other guy I'd never seen before dressed in scrub pants and a tee with 2 full sleeve tattoos. He immediately walks up and shoves a 7.5" uncut cock with a fully shaved pubic area in my face. He's already hard and I swallow him whole right away as he fishes a bottle of poppers out of his pocket and huffs them. He tastes delicious, like he's been working all day. My fucker is really slamming into me now and after a few moments he inhales sharply and then exhales with a loud groan as he shoots his load into me. He lingers a bit savoring the post-breeding bliss and continues to grind his cock into my cumhole. I could sense that the guy fucking my throat is close because I could taste the pre-cum starting to flow. While my fucker is deflating, the second guy jerks his cock out of my mouth and quickly duck walks behind me to get into my ass. As soon as the first breeder pulls out, the second one glides in on the lube and splooge already in my hole. I motion for his poppers and take a deep, double-nostril drag. He fucks for about 5 minutes and I start begging for his load which he energetically pounds into me as deep as he can get it. With all the pulsing and fluid pressure inside me I could tell it was a big one. The whole time #2 is inside me, #1 is rubbing my back (especially the area where my biohazard tattoo is) and telling #2 to "knock'im up". We all put ourselves back together as the crowd of now 6 other cruisers disperse since none of them wanted a turn on my cumsloppy hole. I turned to them and said "Thank you" as they walked away. They both walked the whole way back to their cars, so I kind of figured they knew each other. I walked back to my car squeezing my whole shut to keep all that cummy goodness inside me.

when a top pulls out and comes rather than coming inside.

I hate the friction of gloves on my hole. Love getting fisted with my boyfriend with guys alternating their greasy fists between our hole. Missing our ass juices with anyone who wants them. We both have tattooed holes by the way 🐷

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..

Really cant wait to read more. So reminiscent of own experiences.

Very hot vid with Boymatt and a buddy tag-teaming a bottom. https://xhamster.com/videos/two-buds-seed-bottom-slut-5735745

At Steamworks Toronto years ago, 14 loads from 9 guys (2 guys came twice, one guy came 4 times!), within less than three hours. After about the 8th load I started belching and I could taste cum very strongly, and the more cum I swallowed the stronger the taste became. Mmmm. I have very fond memories of that day. One of the best experiences of my life.

PART 10 Tom only let me taste him for a minute before pulling me off his cock and helping to lift me off the floor and onto the bed. With a somewhat serious expression on his face he commented “Chris, I swear finding you... a handsome eager young cock worshipper. I can tell how horny you are, it’s so sexy. I want you just as bad. But the first two times, we kind of just rushed and I know you were a little nervous and so I just want to talk for a sec. I want you to really understand something here. When we are in this room, anything you want to say or ask me or want to try, it’s safe for you. Don’t be embarrassed. Explore. I want you too investigate anything that interests you, for example, any of the comments you make while I'm fucking you. Think of this as the room where Chris can let himself be free to explore man sex, in a positive way,with someone that wants to share it with him.” I am not sure I can describe the effect his words had on me. Maybe like a drug? Hypnosis. Tom was a master at this, as I would think about a lot throughout our time together. He was so good at pushing me, making me want to experience more, to want more. Now, he pulled a little closer to me and made eye contact. The way he whispered the following words, last of my will just gone. “I think Chris wants to be a slutty little bottom. Is that what my boy wants?” he spoke. I nodded, but it wasn't enough for Tom. "Chris, I want you to be able to say what you want in here. If you want to suck my cock, say it. If you want your little boy hole licked and sucked on, ask me,” and then he added, “if i’m Inside you and I’m close and you don’t want me to pull out, then tell me. Just let it out. Say it.” I don’t think it’s possible to be harder than I was at that moment. “I want to be your bottom so badly. All the time. I love it when you fuck me. I love it so much,” I replied in a rush, decidedly overwhelmed by the moment. “There’s my sexy boy. My sexy little bottom boy that has the sexiest little hole in the world. Does my sexy boy want his asshole licked?” Tom asked in a firm but gentle voice. A week ago, I would have been totally freaking out if another guy asked me that question. Now, however, for reasons I couldn't articulate, I wasn't disturbed at all, and in fact the question simply drove me to whimper in reply “I need it licked so badly Tom. Please!” Knowing I was coming here, seeing him naked and hard, the room and porn playing, but most of all his words had me just over the edge. He had basically said that we can do anything and I can be as slutty as I want and it was okay. Just express how I felt. What I felt was a hunger so bad it was overwhelming. “Get up on the bed, all fours, with your knees on the edge. Yeah, and press your legs. Show me that hole,” Tom ordered. I could hear him fumble and then I felt him leaning over saying “Here sexy, your own bottle,” as he handed me a little brown bottle, "I want you hitting that bottle hard sexy. Remember what it does to your little hole? How good it felt? How it made it even hungrier?” I immediately uncapped the bottle and took two hits in each nostril. He waited though and watched as the poppers hit and I bucked a little and pushed back hoping for some attention. When none came, I didn’t hesitate. It was almost like I didn’t have a filter. “Tom, lick it. Please lick it. Please lick my asshole,” I moaned. And as I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and his breath in my ass crack, the thought and reality totally hit me, even in my poppered state. I had no control when I was in this room. The need for gay sex controlled me in here. And as his tongue hit my hole, teasing it, I was thinking of two points: first, I would insist Tom cum in my ass, and second, Tom is HIV poz.

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 3 – Julian) We arrived at the parking lot, but no other car or truck was in sight. Julian looked at me with worried eyes. “Don’t worry” I told him. “As soon as the words spread, that a lot lizard gives his body away for fair prizes, you won’t get off the dirty stained mattress anymore. Guys will wait in a queue to use your holes.” I parked and we got off my car. Julian was told to open the trunk to retrieve his bags, since this was his new home. Before we went up to the latrines and the hut, I took a good look at the young twink. “Pull your jeans off” I ordered. “My… what? Why?” Julian sounded terrified. “Just pull it off” I said calmly and all of a sudden a knife appeared in my hand. Julian’s eyes widened in horror. Slowly he opened his belt. I ripped it off his pants, which made the boy yelp. He unbuttoned his jeans in a hurry and after he took them off he handed me the pair. I inspected the backside of his jeans. I opened them up a bit with my knife and then started to tear at the cut, to make the hole bigger The guy couldn’t believe it. “You need your jeans be ready for your new job. This is sort of a business clothing now. This way you don’t even have to open your pants to let your costumers into your body. Smart – eh?” I looked at Julian as if I tried to get his approval. He sniffed while looking sadly at his destroyed jeans. I opened his bags and searched them for other pants, which I found pretty fast. The guy didn’t have much valuable stuff, but I completed my mission anyway and cut holes into the backsides of all pants he possessed. “Of course you got to take off your underpants. NOW!” I yelled at him. Julian shivered as he took his underpants off. He stood there now with only his socks on and his shirt. “It wouldn’t make any sense if we do this stuff and then you block your entrance with another fabric. You won’t need the underpants anymore. Not at this place” I decided and then I started to shred, not only this underpants but all the ones that could be found in his bags. While throwing the worn jeans at him, it happened… his mobile phone, which was in a back pocket of his jeans, sort of fell out of the pocket and dropped to the ground. Julian tried to catch it, but nudged it into my direction. ‘Clumsy’ as I am, I did my very best to catch it, but somehow it smashed to the ground. You could hear the glass shatter. And if this was not enough, I ‘accidently’ stepped right on to the mobile phone, which destroyed it completely. Julian cried out loud, while grabbing the piece of junk. It was totally ruined and of course I looked a bit puzzled, by this misfortune that just happened. “It was a bad idea to keep it in your back pocket anyway” I accused Julian. “What…. what do I do now?” Julian looked totally devastated. “I tell you what…. I got an old mobile phone at home. I will pick it up and return that to you tomorrow evening. Then we can switch the cards and you can tell me about your first day… what do you say?” I asked him. Julian sobbed. “You promise to give me your old mobile?” he asked me. “Of course I do” I lied. “Why don’t you forget about this shit now and massage my cock through my jeans, while I am searching your stuff for other things you don’t need no more. Julian came to my side like a puppet. He cried silently while touching my bulge and squeezing it softly. It was a cute sight. The eighteen year old crying boy, with nothing but his socks and shirt on, stood at my side and giving me a good cock massage while I kept on shredding more of his stuff. After I had finished my job, I told Julian to get his bags and follow me to his new working place. We walked towards the hut, which was next to the latrine. There was a pungent odor, while we reached for Julian’s new home and found a totally messed up place, after we opened the wooden door and entered the shed. The hut was totally run down, like almost the whole place. I closed the door silently behind us. Julian looked stunned. The mattress was stained all over. There was not one single spot, which appeared to be clean. Lots of used rubbers were laying around. “This lacks your personal flair of course….” I told him. I suggested to Julian, it would be better to get more light and ‘fresh’ air in and so I kicked down the closed door behind us and it flew out of the door hinges instantly. “That’s much better – now your Johns won’t have the feeling to disturb you. They can simply enter and use your cunt to unload themselves, no matter what. This is the only way to keep your customers – believe me!” I explained all to Julian. Julian dropped his two bags in a corner of the room and picked up some condoms. He looked disgusted. “Look at it, as your business port folio. With all these condoms around it looks like this is a busy place. Guys will think you are the best whore in the world, because of the massive usage of your body.” I thought loudly. “Why don’t you just try out and lay yourself down on the mattress and get the right feeling?” I pushed Julian almost down. He looked concerned but got slowly on his back, trying to avoid the contact to any of the used condoms scattered around. “Spread your legs like a good whore” I ordered him. He looked so hot. He supported his upper body with his elbows, while being on his backside, spreading his legs. He had this lost and scared look in his eyes. You could see his jeans were also torn in his crotch. “Remember this pose bitch…. always try to welcome your Johns this way. Keep those legs spread. And if someone enters the door to check the merchandise open your legs even more, so the guy feels welcomed to your body. “Now turn around and lay on your belly. Yeah…. nice….. try again to spread the legs a little bit…. I can see your ass cheeks…. you are such a hot cunt…..” I felt my cock getting hard again. I opened my jeans again. I couldn’t wait to act as a John, like we had planned before. I needed to fuck him now. He felt the movement on the mattress and sighed anxiously. We had no lube, but hey…. most of the John’s wouldn’t even care about. So I spit on my cock and started entering his tight rectum. I forced myself into Julian in one long swift stroke. His made fists and groaned loudly. I could see, he was in pain, but for me it was like heaven. I could feel every sigh and shudder of Julian’s suffering down to my penis. I sped up. This was not a romantic fuck. I was here to breed this little faggot und to seed him with his poison. “Yeah whore, squeeze my dick. Massage me good with your cheap slut drain” I growled. I fucked Julian harder now. Placing my right arm around his neck in I started choking the lad. He had no chance escaping this headlock but he tried. He started moving his ass around, which was perfect, since they met my motions. I whispered I would love to drain his life out of him, and while his movements got more frantic I asked him, if he would love to get charged up by me. Julian hit me with his arms against my arms. I loosened the headlock for a couple of seconds to repeat my question and to make sure he actually heard it. “Listen slut, I am about to shoot my load. I want to charge you up with it you filthy cunt… tell me, tell me you want to get charged up….” I insisted. With that I put him back into the headlock and I heard again those beautiful choking sounds. “Well….. do you want to get charged up whore?” I asked one last time. I could hear a rasping noise. “Yes…. ye…. cha’g’ me uuuup” he whispered. I couldn’t see it, but Julian’s face had turned blue already. His answer did it for me. I shot my virus deep into him and made sure it would impregnate him. I power fucked him the at last like a rabbit. Shortly after that, I dissolved the headlock and just laid on Julian with my full body weight. I felt his convulsive breathing and I enjoyed the sounds he made. Slowly I undocked from his slut hole and patted him on his ass cheeks. “You did a very good job cunt hole – you sucked my whole charged cum out of my balls and into you system. Well done” I praised him. Suddenly a stranger’s voice echoed through the small room “Nice show you two…. really nice…..” I turned around and saw a huge trucker standing at the hole, that once was a door. “If he would be my fuck toy, I would have fucked him also here, just to show him his place” he continued. “He is not my boy” I replied. “He is a fucking money taking whore” “A whore? How much?” he wanted to know. The guy was quite big and a little bit heavy, if you know what I mean. “It’s up to you. Next costumer is waiting, Bitch” I grinned. Julian was scared by trucker’s looks. He was fat and not so good looking. “I asked you something you stupid cunt. How MUCH for assfucking?” he repeated his question. I closed my jeans slowly enjoying the scene. “20 dollars with a condom. 25 dollars without a condom” Julian answered shyly. “You got any condoms here?” the trucker wanted to know. Julian shook his head in astonishment. Why should he have the condoms with him? “You can’t fool me Bitch. If you got no condoms I am fucking you without a condom, but I will pay only 20 dollars. You got that” he sneered and started opening his jeans already without consent. He threw a twenty dollar note down to the dirty floor. Julian looked at me scared and I nodded slowly, so he said ‘alright’ to the guy. “Come here and suck me. Make my dick hard, so I can fuck you” the fat guy ordered. Julian crawled to the edge of the mattress and started licking the cock. He saw, the guy wore a ring. He was married….. I left the room to give the two lovebirds some privacy, but I waited nearby. So I could hear the sniffing and the crying of Julian and the grunting of his first John. “You are hurting me….” Julian whined. “Shut up whore and work for your money you fucking faggot” the John replied. There was a sound of a thump and then I heard Julian moaning out of pain. “Yeah….. whore….. ooooooh…. yeah….. milk my balls you dirty mattress…..” the John panted. Silence…… A couple of minutes later the trucker left the shack. He simply nodded at me and went back to his vehicle. I entered Julian’s new love nest and saw he was a mess. His face was red, like he hadn’t had enough oxygen for the last couple of minutes. He held his left shoulder and there were already visible marks of the punching on his back. “You did it. Another dick in your cunt and it is just early afternoon. You see what you can make? 15 minutes and you made this bloke happy.” I encouraged Julian to continue. “I…. I….. I…. do…. don’t….. I” he stuttered. Before he made a bad choice I pulled him up. “Let’s go to the urinals and the stalls” I told him. We went slowly into the toilets, which were just a few meters away from his new home. Like I said before, most urinals were overflowed with piss. Somehow the urinals were blocked and the piss couldn’t sink into the urinal. Some of the piss had already spilled all over the floor. We stood right in between this mess, when two truckers entered the toilets. They took a look at Julian’s torn jeans and exchanged a disapproving look. “Now look at this mess. This is fucking shit. Always the same shit. You can’t take a decent piss at those truck stops, if there ain’t a restaurant.” one of the guys complained. “Offer yourself as a urinal” I whispered at Julian and shoved him in between two urinals. He turned around and saw the mean expression on their faces. He sunk down onto his knees and asked them if they would care to pay, if he would drink their piss. “Nah – but I would care to beat you up” one trucker answered and made a fist already. “I…. I….. I don….” Julian stammered. “I…. I…. I WHAT?” both sneered dangerously. “Sorry…. it is his first day on this job.” I interfered. “You could beat him up for 15 dollars. No face punching, no broken bones – Rest is up to you” “Are you serious?” the one guy couldn’t believe his ears. I nodded. Both guys paid the fee and threw the money in front of the lad. “You hold him up first Miguel” one said to the other. I surveyed the scene. Julian was raised up and held in a neckholder. He had a frightened look in his eyes and said visibly ‘NOOOOO’ when the first thump hit him in the stomack. He wasn’t able to breathe anymore and the guy in front of him grinned into Julian’s face while using him as a punching ball. He was boxing like a pro. Moving around and beating the kid up badly. He even punched him onto his dick and into his balls. I went out after a while, although I enjoyed the scenery. A couple of minutes later both guys came out of the toilet area and high-fived each other. I could see, both of them got a huge boner in their jeans. They had fun beating Julian up. “Puta….. hey Pal - is this faggot staying here for a while?” Miguel asked me. “He plans to…. why?” I wanted to know. “We got a couple of friends, maybe 10 to 12 guys, who would like to meet him probably.” he grinned evilly. “Well , then I suggest, you visit him around 3 am. There won’t be any traffic around here at all, and he will be sleeping in the shack on his filthy mattress. There you can surprise him with your group; and who knows, maybe he will forget to ask for the fee, if you wake him up this way” I smirked. They nodded both and adjusted their junks before they left. I entered the toilet again and there was Julian sitting in an even greater pool of piss than before. The money was gone and he told me, that both guys had taken also the rest of all the money he owned, the 20 dollars included from his first anal job. “Man, shit happens. That was just bad luck. Come on, get up… let me help you” I lent him a helping hand. While I tried to get him back to the shed two new truckers approached us. “What happened” they asked concerned. “Nothing – he just had a job and got beaten up. He is a whore, trying to gain some paying friends around here” I answered. They both laughed loudly, but then they saw he shredded jeans and they looked at each other again. “Want to unload in a faggot again?” one asked the other guy. He looked at the young ho and nodded. Julian was not able to comprehend the talking. He was slowly led into the shack again and dropped down to the dirty mattress. “How much?” one guy asked me. I looked down at Julian and realized he was out of it, at this moment, so I replied 40 dollars for both. That was a bargain. They gave me the cash and started opening their pants looking down at Julian with horny eyes. When I turned to leave the small room, I heard Julian already cry out in pain. The pals tried to fuck him both into his ass and they made sure they would both punch fuck him to get the most out of the twink. I took the money and walked to my car slowly. I never returned to that lot again….