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The wife was out of town for the weekend on a shopping trip, so i was left to entertain the kids. After successfully wearing them outover the afternoon and evening, they had crashed and I find myself sitting alone on the lounge, checking out grindr. Start chatting with a guy that was in town working at a concert and was staying at his sisters empty house nearby. He said to come over when i was ready. I cleaned up , made sure everyone was sound asleep, and snuck out without a sound. Got to the place and he met me at the door, in total darkness. It wasn't so bad as the moon was full, and i could make out that he was well built, stocky and handsome. He led me to a back lounge, where it was still dark, but with blinds open there was good moonlight. We were naked in no time and he sat back on a lounge as i started to blow him. His cock grew to a very thick 7' impressive weapon. As the only lube we had on hand was saliva, i tried to work his cock good, spat on my hand and wet up my hole, straddled him forward facing on the longue, and started to ease this monster in. He was rock hard and i felt the pain as each inch slid a little further inside me. I held steady for a moment, he pulled me in tight, kissed me and started slowly working up a tempo. It was a mixture of pain and ecstacy, and in no time i was riding him hard balls deep. After about 10 mins of riding him, i could sense that he was getting close through his grunts and breathing and then he said he was gonna cum. I didn't change stride and kept bouncing up and down until he shot. I sat right down on him and could feel him pulsing inside my ass. I let him empty every last drop in me before getting off, dressing and leaving. I've never had a guy cum so heavily in me. When i got home i pushed out so much cum from my ass. It had me that horny, that i barely started stroking my cock, and came all over myself in the bathroom. I had a shower and went to bed with a tender fuckhole and beautiful memories.

Chapter 7.3 - Out-side, Pushing In The four guys sat at the table in the dorm cafeteria eating dinner when Scotty said "I never knew how many gay guys there were on the floor." Ric and Mateo chuckled before Ric said "I kind of told some of them to respect your relationship and desire to be in the closet. I knew you'd come out eventually. Have you been hooking up with any of them?" Scotty blushed and Dan laughed. "All but one that I know of and we're working on him. Did you know that Will does porn? It was really hot to swap loads with a porn star" Dan said. Ric smiled, not wanting to tell him that he'd been with two guys that have done porn. "It's kind of cool to see you guys getting more adventurous. Being out isn't all that scary, is it?" he said. "A couple people have made rude comments and we haven't told our parents yet but it's been a lot better than I thought" Dan said. "Do it on your own pace. Have you left your mark on anyone yet?" Mateo asked. Both Dan and Scotty got big grins on their faces. "Yeah, a few. We ran into the guys we did with Ric at the bathhouse a few days after that first time. They were eager for us to fuck them again, but like the first time, they got scared after we came in them. It was the same the next two times we saw them and then they didn't show up for a couple weeks. We really got turned on when we found out they were our first" Dan said. Scotty looked really excited and added "I hooked up with a guy upstairs a few times. He likes to flip which was new to me. He was surprised when he converted, he thought I was undetectable but he never asked." Dan nodded before saying "I did a guy that kept flirting with me at the gym. He always wore a wrestling singlet to workout in. It looked hot, but that thing came off really fast in the locker room. I thought he'd get turned off when I told him I was poz, but it didn't slow him at all. He loved doing it in the shower stalls and sometimes we'd have guys watch. I expect stuff like that at the bathhouse, not in the athletic center." -- Mateo had been tapping out a conversation on his phone for the past hour before he stopped and looked at Ric. "When is your next frat party with Devon?" he asked. "Uh... This Saturday. I hope it's not going to mess up your plans" Ric replied. Mateo snickered and replied "That's what I thought. I was actually trying to find something to do while you left me at home. My project is finally done and I have some free time." "I can cancel if you want to do something. It's the last one of the semester, though" Ric said after a short pause. "No, I know how much you like getting dressed up and eating expensive food. Besides, I got a couple guys that asked about hiring me for the night. One was for a fraternity party at a ritzy hotel. Would it be too weird if I was there with another guy?" Mateo asked. Ric laughed before telling Mateo "I don't have a problem with it. I think the only person that would be there that knows we're partners is Devon and he knows we're open. I won't tell him you're doing it for money. We can ignore each other or be friendly, it depends on what your client is comfortable with." Mateo sighed with relief. "OK. It sounds like he only wants someone for the social part. I won't be fucking his brains out like you will with Devon. I think I'll do the job. It could be fun to see you socialize with the rich folks" he said. -- "Holy shit... Is that your boyfriend?" Devon asked as they stood to the side looking over the crowd. "Yeah, some guy asked if he'd be his date for the night and he said yes since I was going to be out with you" Ric replied. "Damn, I've never seen Marcus with a guy. Usually it's some hot sorority girl that he's got his hands all over" Devon said. "It's probably best if you don't tell... Marcus you know Mateo" Ric said, getting a nod back. "Oh, how are Sami and Mick doing? I haven't seen them tonight" Ric asked. "Both are doing OK. Sami went on meds right away. His conversion was really hard and he was scared he'd have AIDS before he graduated. He's the house cumdump though and will take anyone's dick. Mick escaped our bugs. I have no idea how and Sami is pissed at him for it" Devon replied. "Did he get tested? Not everyone gets sick during conversion. I know some guys that were toxic as fuck for a couple months until they found out" Ric said. Devon chuckled and replied "I don't think so. That would be pretty wild. I know he's fucked quite a few guys." They continued to talk until Marcus came over. "Hi Devon. I bet you're a little surprised" Marcus said as he walked up to them. He was tall, about Devon's height but more muscled with perfectly cut blond hair. Marcus looked at home in his tux and his manicured nails showed that he probably had never gotten them dirty in his life. There wasn't a mark on his body, nor any jewelry that Ric could see. "A little... Is this your date for tonight?" Devon asked, seeing Mateo smile back at him. Devon didn't make any hints that he'd met Mateo several times and usually naked. Ric wondered where the nice suit that his boyfriend was wearing came from, since he'd never seen it before. "Yes it is. Matt, this is Devon. He's a friend in one of the other houses. Devon is the one that gave me the confidence to finally come out" Marcus said with no hesitation. Introductions were made and Ric shook his boyfriend's hand, giving him a wink. Ric finally knew what name Mateo used when he hired out and found it funny since Mateo was always quick to correct anyone that called him that normally. They talked a while, sipping on champagne and noticing a lot of people look their way. "I never thought that you were queer, Marcus. Why come out now instead of waiting until you graduate in a month?" Devon asked. "It was just getting too hard to fake being straight. Every time I'd see you at one of these events with a stud next to you, I'd get envious. You were out and no one seemed to make an issue of it. The hardest part was finding a date that was as hot as yours" Marcus said, grinning. "Well, congratulations. Expect some comments, but most will be good. I hope you got a room tonight so you can celebrate all night long" Devon replied, winking at Marcus. "Uh... Thanks... but we're just friends. I did get a room but that's because I know that most of my house is going to continue the party back there until breakfast and I need to get some sleep" Marcus replied. The four moved toward the dance floor once their glasses were empty. Ric saw several people come up to Marcus and make comments to him and Mateo. His boyfriend was smoothly dancing with both Marcus and the other guests. Some came over and danced with Ric and Devon too, with Ric grinding on more than a few asses and getting groped repeatedly by supposedly straight guys and a few women. While Ric checked on his boyfriend a few times during the night, he left him alone to do his job. Marcus' comment about using the hotel room just to sleep disappointed him, but he figured Mateo would try to convince him for at least a little action. As the last few songs got played, Ric swapped spots with Mateo but his dancing got much more erotic. Mateo did the same with Devon and Ric could see them talking. As the music ended and the lights came up Ric made his way back to Devon. He watched his boyfriend and client say goodbye to a few people and then head towards the door. Mateo followed Marcus down the hall to the elevator and up to the ninth floor. He'd told Marcus up front that a social event was one fee and any additional activities would be extra. He'd come prepared and had a few packets of lube and some condoms in his pocket. As expected, the alcohol and dancing had made sure that Marcus' hormones were racing through his body. They got to the room where Mateo would find out just how far Marcus wanted to go or if he was heading home. They walked inside and Marcus turned and planted his lips on Mateo's. "I hope you don't have to go home right away" Marcus started out. A smile came over Mateo's face. "Well, you know the deal. It's totally up to you" he said. "Did you bring condoms?" Marcus asked. "I did, but you really should bring your own in the future. How much experience do you have with guys?" Mateo asked. "About six over the past couple years. It's kind of hard to find guys that I trust to keep it quiet" Marcus said. "Well, you won't have to worry about that any more" Mateo replied. He could tell that the conversation was killing the vibe so he just went for it. Mateo pushed the tux coat off Marcus' shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "Ready to have some fun?" Mateo asked with a grin and watched Marcus nod 'yes'. The shirt got unbuttoned while Marcus unbuckled his belt let his pants drop. With Marcus standing there in his underwear, it was now Mateo's turn to strip. "Damn, you're even sexier naked. Those pictures don't really do you justice" Marcus said as Mateo pressed on top of each of his shoulders. Marcus was on his knees, still wearing a pair of CK briefs and a pair of black dress socks. He stared at Mateo's cock a moment and then looked up. "Do you take this out?" he asked, fixated on the metal piercing. "Not unless I have to. Try it, just watch your teeth" Mateo replied. Marcus held the stiffening shaft with one hand and his tongue started to lick over the piercing and head. While Mateo assumed this was his first pierced cock, Marcus did a good job playing with it with his tongue and avoiding any chipped teeth. He wasn't as successful on the first few tries of getting it into his throat, but he kept trying and finally got it in. Mateo looked back and saw he had a good ten feet to get over to the bed. He let Marcus suck and slobber on his dick for several more minutes before pushing his head off his fully hard cock. He tilted Marcus' head back and nodded with his head toward the bed. Marcus gave a quick nod and stood, quickly walking over to the bed and looking back. When he got to the edge, Mateo said "That's good. Just bend over..." He pulled the packets out of his pocket, followed Marcus and set them down on the bed. Mateo knelt behind him and pulled the briefs down. Marcus' body trembled and Mateo knew how nervous he was. A hand gently caressing each mound calmed Marcus a bit but the tongue that lapped from his balls up to his tight ring got him relaxed and moaning. Mateo was glad that all he tasted was Marcus' scent and while he might not have a ton of experience bottoming, he knew to prepare for it. The next few minutes got a pair of fingers fully planted and twisting around alternating with his tongue. The hole slowly relaxed along with the rest of Marcus' body. Unlike his boyfriend, Mateo didn't dread putting on a condom. He'd rather have covered sex than no sex and with clients he usually played safe unless they told them they wanted it bare. While his tongue dug into the slick hole, he reached over and picked up a condom. Mateo's tongue and fingers were only off his pucker for a moment to roll the sheath on his cock, but Marcus whined softly at the lack of attention. Once it was slicked up, Mateo dripped some more lube on the throbbing ring and lined up. Marcus moaned the second that he felt the covered tip hit his hole. His cock nudged in a few times before Marcus relaxed. With the piercing and head inside, Mateo's hips rolled, plunging his cock deeper into Marcus' chute. "Oh my god that feels good... I've been waiting all night for this" Marcus moaned out. "Yeah? Feels good for me too" Mateo said, driving his next few thrusts deeper. He chuckled to himself hearing that Marcus was planning on sex all along. "Oh fuck! There's more?" Marcus asked, causing Mateo to laugh. "Just a bit. You want it all?" he asked. "Not sure I can..." Marcus replied. "Let's find out" Mateo said, moving his hands to Marcus' shoulders, gripping firmly and planting his hips on the lightly haired butt. Marcus gasped and trembled a bit, but Mateo pulled back and drove in as deep as he could with his hips bouncing off the mounds this time. Thus began the next several minutes drilling the surprisingly willing hole. Marcus' moans slowly turned into groans about the same time Mateo wanted to change positions. He gave a few final thrusts and pulled off. The soft whine returned, making Mateo grin. Obviously Marcus wasn't ready to stop. "Climb on the bed and lay on your back" Mateo told him calmly. Marcus followed directions, but pulled his legs back and exposed both his eager hole and a very stiff cock almost resting on his stomach. Mateo dripped more lube on the hole and then rubbed the last of the packet over his covered cock. Climbing on the bed, he lined his cock up and slid back inside. Marcus grinned back at him as the speed built back up. A pair of legs rested on Mateo's shoulders while he'd been plowing with long strokes. Mateo began to shove harder, watching Marcus tug on his own cock with one hand and trying to time their orgasms together. He had been thrusting in several minutes when he yelled out "FUCK!" and pulled back out. Shreds of latex hung off his cock which he quickly discarded. The familiar whine came from Marcus before he asked "What?" "The condom broke. Just a second" Mateo replied. "Shove it back in! I need you back inside me" Marcus cried out. Mateo froze, staring back at him and not reaching over for the other condom packet. "You know the risk" he replied calmly. "I don't care! I need to feel your cock inside me. I'm so close it hurts!" Marcus yelled back. He had seen it happen several times before, a bottom's desire for safe sex went out the window once they felt a cock pounding them. Marcus was no different and the minute it would take Mateo to put the new condom on and get it lubed would be too long. The pleading look on Marcus' face confirmed it and was immediately replaced by a euphoric expression the instant that he felt Mateo's bare shaft planted inside him again. Seconds later, he was back drilling Marcus' chute, this time with much more feeling of his bare cock on Marcus' guts. "Oh my god!" Marcus cried out as he stroked his cock even harder. Whether he knew he was working his ass muscles around Mateo's cock or not, it got both of them closer every second that passed. Mateo started to grunt as he fought off his orgasm while Marcus just moaned louder. The first rope of Marcus' cum flew over his head, the second and third landed on his face while the rest covered his chest and stomach. The third of Marcus' shots was the one that brought Mateo along for the ride. He may have been planning on pulling out and showering Marcus' front side with his charged load, but he was just too used to cumming inside a guy. After the last pulse, Mateo stood there a minute as both of them recovered. He pulled his still rigid cock free and lowered Marcus back to the bed before laying next to him. "Damn, that was the best sex I've ever had. It felt so good after the condom broke. I've never felt a guy fuck me without one before and when I felt your cock throb inside of me when you came it was amazing" Marcus said after laying there breathing heavily for a few minutes. Mateo laid there a few more moments before he replied "Yeah, that was good." He wondered how long he should stay but when he remembered that Ric was with Devon, there wasn't a reason to hurry home. Marcus nuzzled his head on Mateo's shoulder and softly rubbed his hand over Mateo's chest. A minute later he was sleeping which made Mateo chuckle. He closed his eyes and was asleep, too, a few minutes later. He woke almost two hours later. The lights in the room were still on and a pair of eyes were staring at him. The hand on his cock wasn't his and it slowly started to stroke, taking it from stiff to hard as a rock. Marcus asked "Can we do it again?" His tone had lost most of the confidence from earlier and Mateo thought he might even be embarrassed asking. Mateo smiled and winked at him. "If you want. I only have one more condom, though" he said, rubbing his hand over Marcus's back. "No rubber this time. I want to see what it's like bare the whole time" Marcus said, a little more sure of himself once Mateo hadn't told him 'no'. "It's your choice. Is there anything you haven't done before you'd like to try?" Mateo asked. Marcus shook his head 'no' before saying "Do what you like to do." A grin covered Mateo's face as he rolled over and moved between Marcus' legs. "Just let me know if I get too rough" he said, lifting both legs up. Marcus grabbed his legs, pulling them back like before, exposing his now bruised hole. Mateo licked a pair of fingers and rubbed around the ring before pushing in. It felt a little slick but he knew that some of his load from their first fuck had soaked in. Two gobs of spit rubbed over his shaft was all the lube he was going to give Marcus to start. He teased the hole with the piercing and tip of his cock for several seconds before Marcus said "The ring... you're leaving it in?" "Yeah, you took it before. Now you get to feel it as it goes in. I wish it was bigger like a friend of mine's, but it still feels good" Mateo said right before he pushed harder and felt the ring and mushroom head drag past the tight entrance. He stopped just barely inside and looked at Marcus' face. His eyes were wide and mouth open, yet he didn't say anything. Mateo grinned and pulled back out, keeping his eyes glued on Marcus' to see his response. Another push took him back inside and once again, he watched Marcus closely. This time he got a gasp. He repeated this a few more times, getting Marcus used to feeling his cock enter him. After six times, Mateo plowed deeper making the gasp last longer. Mateo held back the moan that was trying to escape his mouth. The tight chute gripped his shaft and it was only helped by a little leftover cum and some slowly leaking precum from his dick. From there, he slowly increased the pace. While the strokes were firm, he wasn't pounding Marcus' hole. Not yet, anyway. Mateo gave a firm shove, moving closer to Marcus and then leaning forward. Marcus rested his legs on Mateo's shoulders and braced his hands on the bed. The sinister grin on Mateo's face told him the slow fuck was about to get more intense. A dozen strokes had Mateo's hips slapping into Marcus' ass, pulling back three quarters length and driving back in. Marcus's face may have looked a little worried, but he hadn't said anything. The drilling varied from firm to hard and back. When he started to hear pained groans from Marcus, Mateo pulled out drooling a few ropes of spit down over the battered hole and shoved back in. The added slickness let him easily plow all the way in and thrust harder. It let him drag the fuck out a few more minutes but he felt the cum start to rise. "Almost there... You want me to pull out?" Mateo asked breathlessly. Marcus shook his head 'no' and then told him "It felt so good before. I want more." "I'm gonna own your ass then" Mateo growled out as he jabbed his cock in, first to the left and then to the right. A few last thrusts and he buried his cock in deep, feeling his cock throb as ropes of cum flooded Marcus' gut. "Oh shit!" Marcus yelled out after the second pulse and he began to shoot his own load over his chest. Like with Marcus, Mateo's second load was smaller than the first but still enough to coat the battered chute. He rocked his hips after the last spurt, looking at Marcus' face to see if he'd been to rough. "No one's ever made me cum without me stroking before. That was wild!" he said, with a large grin on his face. "You ever try licking a cock after it's fucked you?" Mateo asked and the shocked look on Marcus' face gave him the answer without a word being uttered. Mateo pulled out slowly, trying to leave as much cum inside as he could. After rolling over on to his back, Marcus crawled between his legs and gave a few tentative laps of his tongue. "If you cleaned out good enough, you won't have to worry. The tongue licked a few more times before Marcus took it in his mouth. Moans came out of both of them while he sucked and slurped. With the last of the cum in his stomach, Marcus crawled back next to Mateo, laying on his side as his hand caressed Mateo's chest. The light got flicked off and both were soon sound asleep. The morning fuck in the shower had Marcus bent over, getting one last short plowing and six ropes of cum painted over his well fucked tunnel. They cleaned up and Mateo left the room with two envelopes in his pocket and a smile on his face.

Part 19 I got in the shower to wash off my travel and try to relax before going to bed. I was exhausted from my time in London. I stood there under the water just trying to clear my mind. I grabbed the soap and started lathering up. I started washing my crack and feeling my hole. It was pulsing and every time I stroked it my locked cock jumped. Fuck I needed to get bred. I crave cock. I started fingering myself getting harder and harder in the cage. I stopped playing with my hole and rinsed off. Turned off the shower and toweled off. I needed to stop before doing something I would regret. I went and got in bed and tried to sleep. I lay there stroking the cage feeling content. I started thinking about Sir...about my time in London and finally drifted off to sleep. I slept soundly. I woke up around 6am refreshed. I picked up my phone and messaged Sir. "Good morning, Sir. boy just woke up and wanted to check in with You." I put the phone on the bedside table and waited for a reply. Time started going...5 minutes, became 10, that became an hour. I started getting worried that my tone and comments from they day before may have pushed Him away. I started replaying the conversation over in my head. Fuck, I didn't want this to end. I craved Sir. I craved to be His. I craved Him pozzing me. Wait, that was a new feeling... before it was fantasy. After all, I was on PrEP when I got there and even though I stopped while there...the drug still protected me even after stopping. Then it hit me...I'm a chaser. Specifically, I want this MAN to convert me. I want to belong to HIM. I kept laying there absently stroking my hole as I was thinking about HIM and HIM being the one to convert me. Then it happened...I blew my load just from stroking my hole thinking about HIM. Thinking about HIS DNA being part of me. I'm a chaser. I didn't understand why he wasn't texting me back. I needed to talk to HIM. Explain that I wanted, no needed to be HIS. I decided to out of bed and workout. That always helps me process and think through things better. I slipped on some gym clothes and headed to the gym. Thirty minutes into my work out it hit me, I needed to do something special and show HIM. I left the gym and went straight home. I went into the toilet and opened my medicine drawer. I pulled out all of my PrEP then turned on the video recorder on my phone. "SIR, this boy belongs to YOU. It needs to be YOURS in every way." I then showed my pouring all of the PrEP in the toilet...flushing it all away. I hit send. Sending the video to SIR.

It's time for the last of Ric's adventures or at least the tales of them. I think I've taken care of all of the loose ends. Chapter 7.4 - Movin On They'd been studying all week, trying to get ready for finals. The silence was broken when Mateo asked "Do you remember the first day we met?" "Yeah. I woke you up so you could take a shower and you said a bunch of flattering things not realizing they weren't just thoughts in your head. Why?" Ric asked. "One of your comments was that you would never take a partner over to the bathhouse, since that's a place to hook up. We've never gone together and I know you've been there a bunch of times" Mateo said. He paused and continued "I need a break before my brain explodes. How about you show me what the allure is?". "Are you sure? It's not really your kind of place. You usually hook up only after they pass your hundred question survey. That won't work very well there" Ric told him. "If I'm going to change my ways, I should learn from the master on how to meet someone for a few minutes of mindless sex" Mateo replied, grinning back at Ric. "I usually last a lot longer than that" Ric said, rubbing his growing bulge. An hour later, they were standing in line at the bathhouse, finding out that a lot of other students were needing some stress relief sex too. Ric noticed a guy a few people in front of them that looked a little familiar. At least his head and shape did. The large back and arm tattoos were what made him question it. When he heard the voice, he remembered instantly. Ric handed over his card and their IDs and smiled at the attendant. "He in the club too?" the attendant asked and Ric nodded. "Boyfriend. We share everything" Ric replied, laughing. The guy leaned forward and said "Three looking today. Really tall blond. Other is a polar bear with a collared boy. You might be only toxic guys tonight." He pushed the IDs and card back and gave Ric a wink. Mateo followed Ric into the locker room, mimicking his moves. He saw Ric looking over at a guy that had just secured his locker when Ric asked "Peter?" The guy stopped and turned, facing Ric. A smile grew over Peter's face and he chuckled a moment before saying "Ric! How's it going?" Ric and Mateo finished stripping as Ric talked to Peter. "What's with the ink? I almost didn't recognize you. I never thought of you as a tattoo guy" Ric said. "I guess that's another thing that I got from you. Tay got one too, but it's pretty small. My views have changed on a lot of things now that I'm poz. The quiet guy is gone and I'm living life to the fullest. It's been a lot more fun" Peter said. "How's Taylor doing? I haven't heard anything from him this year" Ric asked. "He's been running around the country. The job he got is trying to get three people's work out of him. I've seen him maybe four times this year. He's going to be in town next week to pack his stuff up" Peter said. "You stayed roommates even after he found a job?" Ric asked. "Yeah, it was a place for him to crash in between his work trips. All he did was sleep and do laundry there, though. Now that I'm graduating, we're letting the lease end. I love that place, but since I'm moving to the other coast he doesn't want to keep it by himself" Peter said. Ric looked at Mateo and raised his brows. Mateo grinned back at him. "Mind if I give you a call tomorrow about the apartment? We're trying to figure out what to do about next year. I liked your place and if the rent is decent, we might be able to swing a deal with Taylor" Ric said. "That would be great. I know he doesn't want to give it up, but can't swing it on his own. I'm sure he'd give you a deal as long as you keep his ass busy when he's there" Peter said. "That, we can definitely do" Ric replied. "I should have asked Tay for his card to get in here for free. The front desk guy always had some good suggestions on who to tap" "You been sharing?" Ric asked, not expecting Peter's comment. The grin on Peter's face answered Ric's question. "Just finished a couple, that's why I'm here. They're not feeling well, if you catch my drift. One knew and it's a surprise for the other. After watching some of these guys convert, I think I figured out when Taylor's bug got me. Mine was mild compared to some of them. Anyway... I'm in the mood to bottom today before I breed someone. Hopefully there are a few tops around. Have fun" Peter said. Ric watched Peter walk confidently out of the locker room into the hall and was surprised at the transformation. "A victim of yours?" Mateo asked. "Grandson, I guess. He was one of Taylor's. I never thought he'd become a breeder. He didn't take finding out very well, but I guess he's gotten over it" Ric said. They finished stuffing their clothes in the locker, grabbed their towels and wandered out into the bathhouse. As Ric walked down the hall he heard a familiar voice call out "Beg for it!" from one of the private rooms. The door was open and Ric peered inside, with Mateo looking around him. Scotty was feeding the guy's mouth and Dan was drilling the bottom. The bottom pulled off Scotty's hard cock just long enough to cry out "Breed me!" and then inhale Scotty's hard dick again. Dan looked up and winked at Ric and Mateo right before he thrust in and blew his load inside. Ric gave him a thumbs up and they continued on their way. They found the only really tall guy in the playroom sling with a small group waiting to drill his ass so Ric thought he'd check on him later. There were a few bottoms in private rooms offering up their holes, but Ric kept looking to see the entire menu. "What about that guy?" Mateo asked as they passed yet another room with a cute guy laying on the bed, fingering his hole. "Unless I have someone I'm looking for, I like to see what all the choices are, first" Ric explained. They passed the dark room and saw yellow tape over the doorway and the lights on inside. A cleaning cart was there and someone was scrubbing the place down wearing a hazmat suit. "Kinky" Mateo said, laughing. They finished the lap and Ric stopped. "Want to share the polar bear and his sub? There were a few others that I haven't done before so we could share one of them or split up" Ric said. "Think the bear is going to bottom? I really don't want to be a live sex show for him while we do his sub" Mateo said. "The guy at the front desk said they were both looking, but you're right, he might just be looking for someone to tag his sub. They were the only pair we saw, other than Dan and Scotty. We can ask..." Ric said. They went back to the polar bear's room and looked in. They were still in the same spots, the bear on the bed, slowly stroking his average sized cock and the sub kneeling on his towel on the floor, watching. The bear looked to be a few inches taller than Ric and Mateo, beefy with a covering of white hair over his entire front which matched the dense beard on his face. His head was shaved, but that was the only part they could see that was. The sub was thin and hairless except for a small trimmed bush and his long hair tied up in a bun. Mateo was standing next to Ric in the doorway when Ric asked "What you guys lookin for?" The sub didn't move but the bear looked over both Ric and Mateo and licked his lips. "Uh... you two probably are more interested in my boy but I'd like to feel at least one of those nice pieces in me too" he said. Mateo smiled and replied "That sounds like a much better idea. You ever get fucked next to your boy?" The bear nodded 'no' and said "Most guys around here aren't interested in an old guy's ass. Too many college boys to fuck if they need a bottom." "Then you're gonna be tight and hungry for some dick, huh?" Mateo asked. The bear nodded, looking a little embarrassed but as his dick hardened a bit more, Mateo knew it also aroused him. "Let's see how good those lips feel" Mateo said, walking into the room first. The bear moved to the edge of the bed, bending over to take Mateo's quickly hardening cock into his mouth. Ric followed and walked up to the sub, looking down at him. He hadn't said a word, yet Ric knew from his face that he was eager to try something bigger than his Dom's cock. Mateo enjoyed the talented tongue and lips as they played with his cock and piercing. He expected an older bear to be experienced and he was, expertly prepping his cock for the coming fuck. Ric found the sub much less experienced and struggling to take more than a couple inches into his mouth. He spent a lot of time working over the foreskin and head, but Ric wanted his whole shaft to get some attention. Ric got more aggressive and found that was the key. With his hands on the sub's head, he worked his cock in deeper until his cock was nudging into the sub's throat. Ric looked over and while Mateo was enjoying his oral servicing, he was having to work for it. He imagined the sub's other hole was going to be even more work to get into. The bear pulled off Mateo's cock and growled "Take the damn dick" at the sub, before he took a deep breath and slowly pushed his face back on to Mateo's shaft. The further his cock slid into the sub's throat, the more Ric was surprised at the bottom's need to please his Dom. He didn't even need to get his cock all the way into the guy's throat, he was saving that for his ass. Ric slowly plowed his cock in and out of the sub's throat a few more minutes before pulling his cock all the way out. He tilted the guy's head up and smiled at him. The sub looked worried at first, but once he saw Ric's smile he knew that Ric was satisfied. Satisfied for the moment. "Move forward to the bed but knees stay on the floor" Ric said calmly. The sub turned before moving closer and resting his arms on the edge of the bed before looking back. Ric nodded and knelt down behind him. Ric felt some lube in the hole and shook his head, knowing from the greasy feeling that he wasn't going to want to taste it. Fingers and some spit would be the only prep he'd do on the sub. He knew that Mateo and the bear were watching him and wondered how long they would wait to start fucking. They didn't move until Ric had a pair of fingers easily twisting inside the sub's chute. Mateo had a much easier job and was sliding his cock into the bear's hole about the time Ric was giving the final few twists with three fingers. The bear's moan was low and sultry as Mateo drove his dick in to the base. Ric pushed the sub closer to the bed, so his head was over the edge. One hand pushed his face into the soiled mattress and the other guided his cock to the quivering hole. Even with the long prep, it was a tight fit. The lube and spit helped, but the sub was still writhing and groaning with each push. Slowly he started to relax and Ric was able to plow faster. With the cries from the sub calming down, Ric let up on his head and moved both hands to his shoulders. The bear was getting drilled, his moans and grunts showing how much he liked the bare dick that was using his ass. It took a few more minutes until Ric was able to match his boyfriend's pace. The leaking precum helped, but Ric knew the sub would be sore for a few days once he was done. He briefly wondered if the sub and Dom were sexual or just liked the power dynamic. It didn't matter, the bear's cock would never prepare the sub for the pounding he was getting now. Ric never got more than two thirds of his cock in the sub, but with the tightness he needed to vary the pace to delay his orgasm. Mateo was the first to cum, thrusting in hard and planting his load in as deep as he could. The bear moaned loudly, saying "Oh fuck yeah... I needed that so bad." Ric began to drill the sub harder, hearing him whimper as his chute got battered with each stroke. He looked over to the door and saw a few guys watching them fuck. Dan was behind Scotty, both of them grinning, with a thirties cub jacking his cock in time with Ric's thrusts. "Swallow it" Ric told Scotty, who nodded and dropped to his knees in front of the cub and opened his mouth. The cub grabbed Scotty's head and fucked his face a few times before filling Scotty's mouth with cum. Ric smiled and gave one hard shove before showering the sub's guts with his viral jizz. Seconds after Ric pulled out, the sub spun around and began to lick his cock clean. With the first lap came a whimper, as the sub tasted the cum mixture. Ric knew he had probably damaged the soft tissue inside the sub's chute and cum wasn't the only thing the he tasted. The bear didn't seem to be interested in cleaning Mateo off, so he moved next to Ric and offered his partially hard cock to the sub. Ric looked over and Scotty was getting back up and shared the cub's load with a long kiss with Dan. The bear muttered "Oh fuck" when he saw Mateo's back for the first time. Ric smiled at him as he rubbed the sub's head. He was sure the next conversation they had would be interesting, but he didn't want to stick around to find out. The cub had wandered off, followed by Dan and Scotty, so Ric and Mateo walked out of the small room and back towards the playroom to see if the tall guy was still around. -- There were two guys still waiting their turn on the tall guy's ass and Ric thought it was perfect since it would let their balls refill before they had another chance to fuck. Ric looked around and saw Jason standing in the corner in the same leather gear he always wore. Bobby was kneeling next to him watching the show. Ric walked over and saw a smile start to form on Jason's normally serious face. "How's it going, Jason?" Ric asked softly before nodding at Bobby to acknowledge him. "Fuckin' good. That bug of yours is pretty damn sneaky. It got Bobby and your old roommate. How are you doing?" Jason said with an evil grin. "Oh? I thought you weren't going to let Bobby tag him" Ric replied. He watched Bobby look up at him and smile. "I wasn't. I might have liked watching that piece of shit get fucked and used, but I wasn't planning on getting him charged up. Bobby didn't get the flu like I did but his viral load was more than enough to knock Steve up" Jason told him. "Oh wow. I bet he's pissed. Did you get him tested?" Ric asked. Jason nodded before explaining "We did. He was a very sick boy for a week and after he got over converting, I took him to the clinic. Toxic as fuck. Since I don't trust him, I locked his little prick up so he doesn't go out infecting unsuspecting people." "Fuck, I'd love to see that. I don't think I'd fuck him, but it would be good to see him caged and unable to use his proudest possession. So, has Bobby bred the guy in the sling? I heard he wanted something potent" Ric said. "No, I don't want him to be the only viral guy to breed him. All the poz guys that have fucked Shorty so far have been on meds. You going to do the deed?" Jason asked. Ric's cock twitched and he chuckled at the six foot seven inch bottom's nickname. After a short pause he replied "My boyfriend and I were thinking about it." "You should. He's been trying for a while" Jason said, grinning back at him. Mateo had been listening to the conversation and when the last guy pulled out of Shorty, he approached. A firm tug impaled his stiff cock inside the sloppy hole and made Shorty cry out. He pushed him away and then speared the hole again, repeating the same motion over a dozen times. The bottom may have been lubed with several cum loads, but the abuse from Mateo's pierced cock was tearing him up just like the bear earlier. A few guys had been drawn in by the large scorpion tattoo on Mateo's back to watch them fuck. Fifteen minutes of plowing the battered hole accompanied by numerous "knock him up", "own his ass" and "poz the slut" had Mateo ready to shoot. The bottom had finally realized that he was about to get a charged load of cum and began begging for it. Spurts of bug filled cum joined what was left from the previous guys. Ric whispered to Jason and seconds later was taking the leash from his hand. He led Bobby over to the sling, moving his grip to the other end of the leash next to the leather collar and told him softly to breed the bottom. Ric's stiff shaft nestled between Bobby's butt crack and he felt it clench when Shorty bottomed out on Bobby's shaft. A few more swings and Bobby's dick was driving into the cum soaked hole with an even rhythm. Ric lined his cock up and the next time the bottom drove back down on Bobby's cock, Ric shoved his cock in. Bobby groaned, feeling the cock that had knocked him up once again stretching him open. A few more times and Bobby began fucking back on Ric's dick and into the bottom's hole. "You like knocking up Steve?" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear. A moaned "Mmhmm" came out of Bobby's mouth while the three continued to fuck. "I hope your master lets you do more" Ric said softly. "He is" Bobby said breathlessly as an ass slammed back on his cock and Ric's shaft planted itself deep inside him. Ric could feel that Bobby was getting close. With most guys, he'd pinch or twist their nipples, but for Bobby he slipped two fingers inside the collar, making it dig into his throat. Bobby whimpered and thrust in when the bottom swung back the next time. After two more full length drives, Bobby grabbed Shorty's legs and buried his cock in, holding it there. Ric felt the pulses as Bobby's ring milked his cock. "Yeah... That's it. Breed that neg hole" Ric whispered into Bobby's ear after he pumped few shots in. While his load didn't go into Shorty's ass, his bug did. Bobby got another charged load in his ass too as Ric unloaded several ropes of seed. They slowly pulled away and Ric led him back to Jason, handing the leash over. "That was fuckin hot" Jason said, grinning at Ric. There was a pause and he then said "You know, you own him as much as I do. He's yours to use any time you want." -- Mateo and Ric talked it over, not knowing all the info, yet. They weren't sure of the costs or how they would split the rent, but it seemed to solve their housing for the next year with Mateo graduating at the end of fall semester and starting work. Mateo wouldn't be able to stay in the dorms once he'd graduated and while Ric knew he'd miss the dorms it was time to move on. "Are you interested in staying in your apt with 2 roommates?" Ric sent to Taylor. He got back a simple confused reply of "???" from Taylor. "Talked w/Peter at bh. said he was moving out and u wanted to keep apt, but too much $$$" was followed by "bf & I need a place next yr. Thought we could take Peter's bedroom and split w/ u. Still avail? how much?" Ric sent back. "OMG that sounds gr8" Taylor sent back, followed by "Let me talk to rental co." ----------------------------- THE END Thanks for reading

As I was eating my breakfast I noticed trucks and other work equipment arriving in front of my house. It soon became apparent my neighbour's sewer, water or electric lines needed digging up. Lots of male workers, but none who stood out. I went on about my day. I never bother to put on clothes 'til after my workout in my basement home gym. I was nearing the end of my final stretches when I noticed a workman watching me through the window facing my neighbour's yard. Forgetting I was stark naked I smiled and waved at him. He smiled back and rubbed his crotch. Blood rushed to my cock and I felt that wonderful moment as it started to engorge. As I grabbed it encouraging it to full stature my voyeuristic workman moved closer for a better look. I decided to give him a real show, turned around, bent over and stuck two saliva covered fingers up my ass. Three workman were now standing at my window rubbing their crotches. Their foreman must have come along because they all scattered like frightened jack rabbits. I finished my stretches and headed to my bathroom for a shower. As I was toweling off I heard my doorbell. I considered running to find clothes but settled for wrapping a small towel around my waist. I had no idea who was at my door but felt sexy and thought whoever it was could deal with my semi-nudity. There stood the first voyeuristic workman. About 6'4" he probably weighed 250 pounds. Other than his size there was nothing distinctive about his looks. He was blushing and couldn't draw his eyes up from my growing bulge. "Can I help you?" I asked. "We are fixing your neighbour's water line and need to shut off the street. I'm just letting you know so you can shut off your valve until it's back on. Easiest way to guarantee you don't end up with backflow which can draw in dirt. " I played dumb. "Where would that value be?" I knew exactly where it was. "Let me help you." He smiled and stepped inside. As soon as the door was closed I let the towel drop. He was instantly on his knees sucking in my 8 inch hard on. He did so for a few strokes and then spun me around to eat out my ass. I bent over as he stood and fished his thick ten inch uncut dick through his now open fly. The words "Fuck me!" spilled from my mouth as the head of his huge cock found my receptive hole. He hoarked out phlegm and spit it to lube his monster. He waisted no time as he plunged in and I thought I might faint from the pain. He spoke no words and on the fifth plunge of his raw bat in my ass he gave a great grunt and held my hips firmly as he unloaded deep inside me. No sooner had he finished than he tucked his cock away zipped up and opened the door. "Thanks bud. I knew that's what you wanted and ignore my bullshit about turning off your valve. " Then he was gone. I decided to call into the office and let them know I would work from my home office. This allowed me to remain nude and savor the workman's load in my guts. A few hours passed, I had forgotten about the work next door and sauntered nude into my kitchen for some tea. That's when the doorbell rang again. There was nothing handy for me to wrap around myself so I just boldly answered the door as I was. This time there were two astonished and happy looking workmen. I didn't say anything, just stepped back and motioned for them to come in. They quickly closed the door, had me leaning against it and the shorter of the two had his pants around his ankles and naked cock balls deep in my agreeable hole. His big coworker had clearly 'fucked and told.' This handsome Italian removed his jacket and shirt as he relentlessly pounded my ass. Meanwhile his tall slim buddy was stripping naked to join me. Next thing I knew the slim guy was sitting between my legs with his tongue lapping at the raw cock pumping my ass. This must have really turned the Italian on 'cause he was soon blasting me full of his load. The tall guy cleaned the Italian's cummy cock for a bit before standing and impailing my hole with his long thin rod. The Italian stripped out of his boots and workpants. He moved in between me and the door lining my cock up with his dark bubble ass. "Breed me man" and he guided me in. This raw fuck train went on for the next twenty minutes. The tall slim guy was tweaking my nipples and I couldn't hold off any longer. Rope after rope of my cum painted the walls of the Italian's insides. At the same time my ass orgasmed and milked the cum out of the tall slim guy. As I leaned against the door catching my breath they both hastily retrieved and pulled on their clothes. They both thanked me as they made their exit with the Italian adding; "I can send a couple other guys along. As a no questions asked cum dump myself I suspect you and your flooded ass might have barely started. "

Went out to a local known cruising spot which is visited by older guys like me but got lucky as there was this younger guy there. It was very clear he was observing the area as he walked in circles and kept coming to the same spot. Eventually I made my move and approached him once I was sure, he probably wasn’t expecting an older guy but he didn’t have many options. I got on my knees and began sucking him off he had a nice large cock so I knew I had to get it inside me and I really wanted his load basically sucked him and got him all hot and bothered then got up and didn’t even saying anything just grabbed his cock and pulled him over to a near by log, where I placed my jacket for him and made him sit down then I got on top and again no words took his bare cock and shoved it into my ass and he didn’t say anything but had a verbal moan once he felt the warmth inside me and his primal instincts took over and fucked my ass and then ended with breeding me then we got up pulled are pants off and walked are separate ways

Chapter 14 The tongue left the married guys hole and it felt like that part of him was going to explode. The voice behind him said “ Hold Still “. He felt a cool metallic feeling at the entrance to his ass. The Married guy push back to feel more of this new and great sensation. The guy let the head of his cock pop into the ass in front of him. The Married guy had no idea that this was the cock that was in the Kid earlier, the guy with the new Bio-hazard tattoo on him was now splitting open his hole. The Guy popped it in and out a couple times to get the hole ready for the next part. At the same time the guy in front of him put his cock back in the Married guy’s mouth and stared slowly pumping short strokes. Not quite to the point of gagging him but getting deeper and deeper with every stroke. The guy behind him pulled out and reminded him to hold still. He reached not his shorts and pulled out a permanent parker. He said “ I wanted to try this all night but didn’t think I would get a chance to do this “. He opened it up and knelt down behind the Married guy. He licked the tender hole a couple times. The sent electric shivers through the married guy’s body. The guy that was attached to the cock in his mouth reached under the Married guy and began to play with his nipples. He was rubbing and pinching them. The Married guy could never remember that part of his body so alive. He felt a tingly sensation on his ass cheek and then the other one. The Guy behind him was writing something on his ass. Between this, the nipple play and the chems he was in sensory overload and couldn’t stay still. He remembered when he was younger, and would do this to women and felt jealous that a woman would get all this just so the guy could get in her. The guy behind him reached under and grabbed his shrunken cock and gave it a couple tugs. The Married guy jerked up with this and the cock that was in his mouth suddenly went balls deep. He couldn’t breath but there was no gaging, just pleasure knowing he was able to do this. The guy behind him blew a couple breaths on the butt cheeks and stepped back to admire his work. On the upper left cheek was the word ‘ SPUN ‘ , on the upper right cheek was the word ‘ SLUT ‘. On the mid left cheek the word ‘ CUNT ‘ with an arrow pointing to his hole. Wich now had a new name. Since this was permanent marker, it would be there for a while. Not only was the married guy a chem slut, now he had the branding to prove it. The guy stood up and put the head of his pierced cock against the red swollen cunt of the Married guy and pushed about half of his cock up into him. All you cold hear from the married guy was an ‘ umpffff ‘ sound around the cock that was in his mouth. The Bio-Hazzard guy asked the Married guy “ You want my babymaker up your cunt slut “ ? The married guy mumbled “ ahhhaa “ . The Bo-Hazzard guy said “ I am going to impregnate you bitch “. He pulled out and looked at the gaping hole and had an idea. He took out his baggie, there wasn’t much in there anymore but there was some ground up Tina. He poured it in the Married guys gaping hole. He pushed it inside the hole with his cock. The guy in the Married guy’s mouth pulled out for a minute. He wanted to hear the reaction to what he just saw. The Married guy said “ Ohhh, That feels so good, I really need it “ The burning heat of the Meth hadn’t hit the Married guy’s brain yet. The one guy started to put his cock back in the mouth of the Married guy what all of a sudden his eyes opened wide an d he squealed “ Fuck, that burns, take your cock out it is burning me “ ! He remembered that burning earlier but this was a lot more intense. The Bio-Hazzard guy chuckled and said “ That isn’t my cock, it is the Tina I put in there “. The Married guy questioned “ Tina “ ? The One guy that was about to plug is cock back into the Married guy’s mouth said “ You know, Meth, drugs “ ? The Marred guy said “ but I don’t do drugs “. The guy pushed his cock back into the Married guy’s mouth and kept pinching his nipples. At the same time saying “ Well, you are tonight “. “ This is at least your second time with Tina up our new Cunt hole “. The Burning was staring to subside and the Married guy was really enjoying the action he was getting. The Guy fucking him said it probably burns more because his piercing was probably ripping his hole up. He said “ When I am done with you, You’re going to have a fucked up cunt in more than one way “ .

I had the most intense sexual experience of my life last weekend. It was also the most frightening. I’m still trying to process me feelings about what happened. After many conversations with my boyfriend JM about the leather scene, we agreed to go together to a leather bar here in the Bay area. It’s well known as a place where men go to hook up on site, in various backrooms and the basement. Lots of sex – reputedly bareback sex. JM and I have an agreement that we would only engage in unprotected sex with each other. But I haven’t been able to overcome my fascination with letting a top I just met take me raw. We decided together that I should explore my desires more fully. Well, to cut to the chase, I found myself in a basement room with nothing but a cum-stained mattress, a bare lightbulb, and lots of mirrors, accompanied by JM and a muscular, alpha male with a goatee and close-cropped gray hair who said his name was Jake. I was wearing my harness, my black work boots, and my pride jewelry (but not my girlie wristwatch -- that's just for when I'm making love with JM). Jake wore studded leather arm bands and cuffs, a cock ring, and chaps. He had tatoos all over his arms and torso. We had agreed on a safe word, “heterosexual,” but I was determined not to use it. By prior understanding, JM left as things heated up between Jake and me, but was going to return to check on me. A lot of what happened in that room is now a blur. It was just too overwhelming to remember it. Jake slapped my ass hard, and I thanked him and called him sir. He smoked a cigar and when he kissed me he tasted of tobacco and stale beer. God, it was so hot! I've never been so submissive with anyone. He forced his cock deep in my throat until I gagged and didn’t let go of my head. I had trouble breathing. But Jake was only focused on his own pleasure. Then we were on the mattress. I was face down on my belly, and he mounted me. He was fully inside of me. Uncovered. A man I had just met. I was terrified, but I didn’t want him to stop. I was thrilled and turned on to be used the way Jake was taking me. The safe word was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn’t utter it, couldn’t stop him. “You need to be seeded, faggot,” he grunted in my ear. “That’s what pussy boys like you live for.” I knew he was right. I felt powerless. But then I had an attack of caution. As his thrusts grew faster and his heavy balls slapped against my ass, I muttered “heterosexual.” I said it again, louder and more forcefully. But he didn’t hesitate or pull out. He just growled in my ear, “Too late for that, cunt.” Then he jerked my head around to thrust his tongue in my mouth and I felt him tense up and explode inside me. He gripped my shoulders and kept thrusting until he had fully emptied himself in me. Then he stood up and walked out. I lay there for a long time, breathing hard. I felt his cum oozing from my ass. Tears stung my eyes and I started to sob. Then I looked up and saw JM staring down at me. He had a smirk on his face and his large cock stood erect. “My turn, slut,” he said coldly. And he had his way with me. At some point when he was fucking me, I had an amazing orgasm. When we left together, JM wrapped his arm around my shoulder and held me close. I was trembling and told him how scared I was. He reassured me that I would be fine but added that I should get myself tested regularly. I can’t stop thinking about what happened. I hope I have the power to resist the impulse to go back to the bar. I am scared of my feelings, scared of putting myself at risk. But my desire hasn’t been satisfied – If anything it’s more acute than before. I don’t know what I’ll do. (To be continued....)

August 13th, 1977 Waking up in Mac’s bed is still a new experience but I like it, almost more importantly Brett like’s it. It turns him on knowing I’ve been with someone else. He always rips my clothes off as soon as I get home and has me tell him about my night. Mac and I had been out to the bars last night with a couple of his friends and Brett had been at work late. We’d had a good time, mostly staying at Julius drinking. Slowly guys coupled off. There had been no promise of sex in Mac’s invitation but when he looked at his friends making out with random guys he turned to me and said, “I cant wait to breed your sweet hole again.” I was instantly hard. I’m still a little in shock if I’m honest. How did I go from not understanding my own sexuality to having two men want to fuck me regularly? Obviously, I went home with him. We tumbled into his apartment in the small hours very drunk, and were naked before we got in the bed. Mac clearly been serious about not being able to wait because he just dove right into my hole with his tongue and started to push me open. His eating me out was absolutely only in service of getting me warmed up for his cock though. As soon as he thought I was close to prepped, he spat on my hole and stuffed his cock in. It was rough, hot and brutal. He pounded me with one leg on the floor, one leg next to me on the bed driving his cock deep inside with every stroke. Brett had fucked me like this a few times, animalistic, needing to just blow his load. I dont mind, I like being fucked like that. I like being used. When Mac finally roared and locked his cock into me to pump his load into my guts I let out a long sigh. We fell asleep in a heap of naked sweaty bodies with his soft cock nestled between my cheeks. After a month of waking up to Brett’s cock pressing into me in the morning I’m pretty use to the feeling of a warm cock pushing on my hole to wake me up. I ground by ass back on Mac as I came out of sleep to feel his morning wood. He didn’t say anything, just put one hand on my hips and lined up his cock. His lips grazed the back of my neck and his cock slid inside of me. We both groaned, his load from the last night more than enough lube to make it a smooth easy fuck. Deeper and deeper he slid, my body opened from him almost instantly. Mac slowly ground another load into me. His hips pressed tight to my body as his cock pumped deep inside my hole. My ass felt wet at I walked home, a feeling I’m becoming quite familiar with. Honestly… I like it. It feels kinky and slutty. Like I have this secret that no one on the street knows as I walk by them. They have no idea that another man’s semen is floating around inside my guts. It was already ungodly hot by the time I got home and climbed the steps into our apartment. I was sweating and felt like I must stink of last night’s booze and sex. Brett greeted me at the door in just a jock. He kissed me deeply and slid his hands down the back of my shorts. His fingers quickly finding my slick hole. I moaned into his mouth as he fingered me. He pulled a finger out of my ass slowly and then brought it to my lips. I paused. This was new, yet it seemed, even in the movement, and obvious progression. I opened my mouth and licked the mixture of cum and ass juice from his finger. My cock throbbed in my shorts, leaking more precum into the pouch of my straining jock. “You like that don’t you.” Brett said with a mischievous grin on his face. “Yeah…I guess I do,” I said a little sheepishly. “Don’t be ashamed. You like getting fucked, and you like cum.” “Yeah.” I was smiling now. “Is this Mac’s big load I feel inside you.” “Two actually, one from last night and one from this morning.” “Fuck,” he groaned into my ear, “I love it.” “Me too.” He kissed me again, holding me close to his warm body. His hands were back down my shorts, fingers probing my hole again. “I’ve got a thought,” Brett said. “What’s that?” “It’s too nice a day to be cooped up inside. Let’s go over to the piers.” “The piers?” “Yeah, on the west side, past the West Side Highway.” “There’s nothing over there. Isn’t it just and abandoned ship yard?” He kissed me again, “That’s what you think.” “How far have you gotten,” Nick said, walking into the room toweling himself off after a shower. Luke was laying on the couch in Nick’s hotel room, naked except for a white bike jock, with one knee bent propping Nick’s old journal up. The younger man looked up from the book grinning, “You’re about to go to the pier for the first time.” “What do you know about the pier?” “Nothing.” “Well then, don’t let me stop you from finding out.” Nick tossed his towel off to the side and rummaged in his suitcase for some underpants. He had just pulled on a pair of tight white briefs when he felt hands on his back. He turned and Luke was there, his young body pressed tight against Nick’s. The boy’s obvious erection was pressing hard through the fabric of his jock and into Nick’s leg. Nick grabbed Luke’s ass with one hand, and with the other tipped his chin up. He kissed Luke softly on the lips and dragged his finger against Luke’s hole. The boy felt used and wet between his cheeks. No wonder, Nick had already put two loads in Luke that morning, not to mention the ones last night. It had been like that since they had first fucked. Luke making excuses so as to not go home to his parents, and spending every night at his uncle’s hotel. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. No sooner would the door close behind Luke each night then they would be ripping each other’s clothes off. Luke would fall to his knees, or jump on the bed, begging Nick to use one hole or the other. It seemed like Luke had been constantly full of Nick’s cum for a week now. They both knew it was coming to an end soon though. Nick was only in town for a few more days and then he would be back with Brett in San Francisco. Then Luke would leave town too and go back to college a few weeks after that. They didn’t want to think about that though. They wanted to stay in their lustful bliss. Luke pushed forward, and Nick lost his balance falling back onto the bed. Luke took the opportunity to pull the briefs Nick had just put on back off again. Nick laughed, “I have to get ready, I’m supposed to meet your father in an hour.” “I know, but…” “One more for the road?” “Yes.” “Fuck. I’m going to meet my brother smelling like sex from fucking his son… this is fucked up.” Nick said, his eyes never leaving Luke’s face. Though he voiced the [banned word] they were breaking, neither one of them cared any more. All concern had fallen away after their first kiss, now it was just passion and fun. “What he doesn’t know…” “Shut the fuck up and get me hard then.” “Yes sir,” Luke grinned cheekily and swallowed Nick’s semi hard cock in one easy move. Nick groaned, as he began to swell in Luke’s mouth. Luke’s shoulder muscles flexed as he neck bounced up and down. This was one of Nick’s favorite views. The 21 year old’s trim body was on perfect display as he worked Nick’s thick cock. He could savor his strong back, his well formed chest, the thick light brown hair that grew there, when Luke came up for air he got a perfect view down to Luke’s straining and often leaking cock too. It didn’t take long for Nick to get hard again. Despite being more than 30 years older than Luke he had the virility of a much younger man. He and Brett often joked that their continued stamina was from frequent practice. “If you never stop fucking like a 20 year old, you never start fucking like a 50 year old.” He hooked his hands under Luke’s armpits and dragged him up on the bad. Luke shifted himself so he was straddling Nick’s body and sat back. They had fucked so often that Luke’s body no longer put up any resistance. Not that he was loose, just comfortable. Nick slid inside of Luke’s warm, wet, cummy hole with ease and the two of them let out a sigh of relief. Luke without prompting began to ride his uncle’s throbbing cock and bent forward to kiss Nick. The wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed, Nick thrusting up into Luke’s hole. They were both moaning lightly as they slowly fucked. Nick’s hands ran along Luke’s back tracing the now familiar ridges and valleys of his spine down to his hips. He gripped Luke and started to buck a little harder. The boy groaned into their kiss before breaking it and sitting back fully on Nick’s cock. Nick too the opportunity to use his superior strength to throw their center of gravity off, knocking Luke to the side. In one clean swift movement he had inverted their positions, and Luke was now flat on his back still stuffed full of Nick’s hard dick. Luke’s eyes rolled back for a moment, Nick’s cock hitting a little bit deeper. Nick loved taking Luke like this, his body lain out in front of him. He watched the boy’s chest rise and fall, racked with gasps and moans, as he fucked him. He held tight to Luke’s thighs and began to pound. As much as he wanted to spend all day buried deep inside Luke’s ass, he had to get going. He picked up the pace, fucking harder and faster. Sweat was glistening on Luke’s chest, and a bead slowly made its way down Nick’s back. They were both panting. The cliff came rushing up quickly. Nick’s balls were contracting, and almost without warning he was pumping another load into Luke. The both let out a satisfied sigh, as volley after volley of semen erupted from Nick’s cock. Luke felt the warmth he craved rush into him and spread up his guts. For a brief moment he felt satiated. They both breathed hard, Nick shaking a little from the force of his orgasm. Then he kissed Luke and slid gingerly from his hole. “Ok, now! No more distracting me. I have to go.” Luke laughed, “Fine. I’ll just sit down over here and read my book.” “Alright, enjoy. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He finished getting dressed and kissed Luke on the way out the door. “Have fun,” he said. August 13th, 1977 cont. Brett dressed in a pair of cut off shorts that barely covered his furry ass, a crisp white jock and a tank top. I followed suit in some cute little basketball shorts I had recently bought and a t-shirt, and of course a jock. Then, with a backpack full of beer over his shoulder, he led us out of the apartment. I thought Brett had lost his mind when we got to the end of 20th Street and stood under the pylons of the West Side Highway. Brett however didn’t seem to feel out of place at all, he crossed the dark street underneath the highway and slipped past the concrete barriers. On the other side of the road was a high chain link fence, the kind that the city would throw up quickly to keep people out of an abandoned lot. This one hadn’t fared much better than any other fence in the city. It was rusted and uncared for. There were parts that were tilting away from the road at a wild angle as if a truck had backed into it and some parts were missing entirely. It was through one of these opening that Brett walked. Still deeply suspicious I followed him. On the other side of the fence, blocked from view of the street and city beyond stood the old piers. Big concrete and steel structures, long since abandoned they looked like something out of the apocalypse. The windows were broken in, doors hung loose on their hinges or were missing entirely. These massive edifices that had stood as the port of welcome to NYC now were hollowed out shells. We walked along the side of one of these buildings, picking our way around bits of debris that had fallen from the buildings in the decade since its closure. The building eventually gave way to what must have been an open air warehouse previously. A big rusted steel roof stretched high overhead. It looked like the exposed skeleton of a building, all the brick and mortar flesh having rotted away. The monument to urban decay vaulted above our heads however, was not what drew my attention. It was the people. The abandoned pier was bustling with people… no, bustling with men. Everywhere I looked there were guys sunning themselves, having picnics, drinking cans of beer, reading, relaxing, and fucking. There out in the open, close to the building and barely shielded from view were men having sex. This was nothing like the gay bars which, although this was a post stonewall world, still always felt off the books, this felt like freedom. As I looked around more I realized that Brett had brought me to the homosexual holy land. All around gay men were living their lives. Yes, some were fucking, but more still were just there living their lives, enjoying the summer sun without fear of judgment or persecution. I watched, my mouth almost hanging open, as an older couple dressed in smart clothing walked hand in hand down the pier. I’ve never seen two men just casually holding hands like that before. It just doesn’t happen. Apart from a drunken tryst after the bar, everything about gay life is furtive and hidden. Being out of the closet is relative, almost no one really truly acts the same way all the time. Yet here, amongst the ruins of the Chelsea Piers, it happened. A little oasis where gay men just existed, in all of their many complexities. “How?” I said, turning to Brett. He was grinning from ear to ear, “No one cares about this place. So, I guess at some point gay men just took it over. Come on, let’s hang out for a while and then we can go exploring.” Then he grabbed my hand and started to lead me down the pier. I felt this panic well up inside me, this fear of what others would say if they saw me holding hands with another man, even though it made me feel amazing to have my fingers interlaced with Brett’s as we walked. Very, very slowly, however, that started to fade. I looked around at the people around us. It was only gay men, no one cared. It was so freeing. Being in a gay bar, no matter how nice it was or how much fun I was having always feels electric, like at any moment I could be caught with my hand in the cookie jar. This however, it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist and we were in a land populated by only gay men. With a view of scenic industrial New Jersey, gay men of all sorts congregated. We passed a group of guys laying out on towels in the sun completely naked. My eyes immediately drifted to their soft cocks. I wondered for a moment what each of them would be like sliding inside of me. Brett’s right, I really have developed a pretty intense love of cock. We passed guys sitting reading books, some smoking grass, a few were alone. One guy had a sketch pad propped against his legs, his hand moving fast he scratched out the prone semi nude figure in front of him in charcoal. Brett took us almost to the far end of the dock, and then put his back pack down on a concrete ledge about the height of a low stool. He pulled out a beach town and spread it on the ledge before handing me a beer and sitting down. He grinned, cracked his own beer open, and took a long swig. I sat next to him, and put my head on his shoulder. I felt his arm slide up my back, till it was draped across my shoulders holding me close. “How did you find this?” “A guy I hooked up with last summer told me. I came here one afternoon and…” he trailed off, taking another long swig of beer. “Well, I got a good tan, and ended up bent over in an old office in the on the building getting fucked by a couple of guys I met.” “God its hot thinking about the times you must have been full of cum from some hook up while we were hanging out and I had no idea.” I said. I was a little hard just thinking about it. “Its happened a lot.” “Slut.” “Rich coming from the guy who came home with an ass full of spunk this morning.” “I didn’t see you complaining.” “Oh. I’m certainly not complaining.” He kissed me, right there in the bright sunlight for all to see, “I’m not complaining at all.” We sat quietly for a while, just drinking and watching the world. Brett took his shirt off and stuffed it in his bag. He looked spectacular in the sun. Light glittered in his thick blonde chest hair, his skin already kissed a light golden brown from the summer sun. I eventually joined him, letting the warm light spill across my skin as we drank. We chatted about nothing at all for a long time. I’m really glad that despite the change in our relationship our we can still just sit and talk for ages. My eyes began to wander, drifting back to the group of nude sunbathers. They weren’t just sunbathing now though, the youngest of the group was on his knees in front of another man who was sitting on a bit of brick work that remained from some long forgotten structure. As I watched the younger guy’s head started to bob back and forth making it perfectly obvious what he was doing. Right there in the open he was blowing this hot thicker guy. I was hard in a second. Brett noticed where my gaze was and said, “Why do I feel like you’ll be the one on your knees for a group of guys soon?” “Well, not all of us have been bent over in an abandoned office and fucked by, what was it, a couple of guys?” “Touché.” Brett rubbed his crotch, “If you wanted you could start with something nice and familiar before going off cruising.” “I like how you think.” I immediately got up and pulled Brett to his feet. I pulled his pants down, leaving him in just his jock before pushing him back onto the bench. I squatted down between his legs, and fished his cock out of the side of his jock. He was completely hard, and just starting to leak. With the sun on my naked back I swallowed Brett’s cock.

I've typed "no condoms" into my phone so many times that when I type no the phone automatically suggests condoms. All of my profiles specifically state no condoms. Always want to feel a guy cum inside me.

The young man e-mailed me, saying he wanted to explore gay sex. I met him at the motel parking lot; as soon as I saw him, I wanted him. He was cute, divorced, 25, 5’9", 150 pounds, brown hair, and wore wire rim glasses that made him look, well, bookish. We got a room, and I suggested he take a shower, after which he stepped-out of the bathroom with a little white towel wrapped around his waist. "Have you ever actually sucked cock before?" I asked. "No, but a guy sucked me off last week," he replied. My shaft twitched as I studied his sweet ass. Yanking off his towel, I was rewarded with the sight of his rock hard, six inch cock which was oozing precum. Without a word I went down on his balls, licking and teasing them, driving him to squirm in pleasure. Taking his cock in my mouth, I ran my hands up his smooth thighs, slipping my spit-lubed finger in his butt, and when I connected with his prostate, he moaned, “Oh, my God!” His pole throbbed, his butthole tightened in pleasure. When he shot into my mouth his butt hole tightened so much I thought he was gonna amputate my digit. I didn’t swallow his all his cum, but instead used as much as I could to lubricate his hole, and playing a bit more with it as I positioned a pillow beneath his ass. “What are ya gonna do?” As if he had not an inkling. “Time to get fucked, Bud. I need it bad; and you do, too. You just don’t know it yet.” “Go easy, Man! This’ll be my first.” I told him not to worry. It might hurt a bit, but he’d cum to love it. I pressed my tool against his hole, but couldn't make an entrance. It was so fuckin' tight! I tried again, taking the precaution of balling his briefs and shoving them in his mouth. This time my rod popped in. He closed his eyes, as tears streaked down his cheeks. "Sorry, man, I can't and won't stop. You've gotta learn, and believe me, you will come to crave getting cock in your ass," I told him by way of consolation. I have no doubt the pain was profound, and the blood on my dick was graphic evidence. Of course my cock had no qualms about his discomfort, but rather throbbed in his ass. I pushed in all the way, paused, pulled the briefs out of his mouth, leaned forward and kissed him. I decided it was time to plow him. By then he was really getting into it. “Fuck me! “Yeah, man. I wanna knock you up." I pistoned mycock in deeper and blasted a huge wad of poison jism up his tight ass. I pulled out and saw his now gaping hole, which invited me to slide a couple of fingers into his ass to slip and slide in my noxious seed which was swimming in his guts. "Squeeze your ass muscles a bit," I asked, and was gratified to see a juicy mixture of blood, cum, and yes, traces of shit, ooze out of his hole. I was so further aroused I screwed him three times more before he left. Within two months he had converted.

I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I remember is Jake telling me to get on my knees. The room was now brightly lit. I realized the camera was on and I would be clearly seen. He put my ex-wife’s picture in front of me. “Now B---’s going to watch me fuck her sissy-boi husband.” He shoved some lube into my ass, hard. It hurt, and I gave an involuntary cry of pain. I felt him scratch me up inside. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said quickly. “Not good enough, bitch.” He smacked my ass. “Thank you, sir.” More smacks followed. I felt my ass grow warm. Looking at the photo, I sensed my ex watching me, and I felt my face redden, just like my ass. I loved being humiliated by a real man in front of her. The spanking stopped. The tip of Jake’s cock brushed my butt hole, then I felt him press into me. My ass opened to receive him. The fullness was wonderful, the warmth intense. I let out a girlish whimper of pure pleasure. “Oh, yes, you like that, don’t you? Of course you do. That’s ‘cause you’re a cunt, right? This is what you were meant for – to be seeded by a real man. Tell your wife what you want, cunt.” I looked at the photo. “I want your seed, sir,” I murmured, embarrassed. A sharp smack. “Louder, cunt. I want her to hear you.” “SEED ME, SIR. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH. CUM INSIDE ME,” I shouted. “That’s better, faggot.” Jake was now in me to the hilt, moving in and out, his hands gripping my hips. “I bet B---'s in bed with her stud boyfriend right now, fucking him and enjoying what a real man can do. Yes, you and she have a lot in common, both horny little cunts.” He had that right! His thrusts stopped, but the tip of his cock stayed inside me. “Time for you to do the work, faggot.” I began to rock back and forth on my knees, controlling the pace. He puffed away on his cigar, ordering me to go faster, then slower. At one point, I moved from my knees into a squatting position and bounced up and down on his cock. It was exhausting and I lost all sense of time. Then he stopped and said, “On your back, bitch.” I lay on my back on the dirty, cum-stained mattress. I pulled up my legs and spread my ass cheeks. Jake smacked my butt hard. “Did I tell you to do that, cunt?” Jake barked. “I’m sorry, sir.” He straddled my chest again and shoved his cock into my mouth. His dick smelled and tasted like my ass. I gagged with nearly every thrust; I felt a tear roll down the side of my face. I hated myself for crying but I couldn't help it. My ex used to cry often, too; now it just seemed part of being feminine. Jake stopped and ordered me to spread my legs. I obeyed. He fingered my boi pussy, again scratching me, and then rimmed me with his tongue. I moaned. “Oh, yeah,” he grunted. “You like that, don’t you, cunt?” I moaned again, louder. “Beg for it,” he ordered. “Please, sir. I need your cock inside me. Please. I need you so much.” He stopped licking, got on his knees, and teased me with the tip of his dick. I begged him again. He rammed his thick, veiny dick in to the hilt in one swift thrust that made me gasp. I have never felt so full. Now he was really fucking me, harder and harder. I heard high-pitched sounds – “Ah! Mmmm! Oh!” – drawn from my throat. It was embarrassing to sound like a girl. I covered my mouth with my hand but Jake pushed it aside. "I like to hear a bitch when she moans," he muttered. As he thrust inside me, fast and deep, his balls slapped loudly against my ass. Whack! Whack! Whack! I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in his dark glasses. I thought, My goodness. I am such a total slut. He can make me do anything. My hands gripped his thick forearms; I noticed my pretty watch and realized that my manhood was totally gone. He had left me with nothing but my inner sissy self, female in every way but anatomically. Jake tossed aside his cigar, then blew a final puff of cigar smoke in my face. I loved it – it was such an expression of male power. At that moment I knew that if he wanted B---, she could never resist his advances. I thought to myself, This is what every woman really wants. I was only pretending to be a man. This is what a faggot needs. He was close now. “I’m going to mark you now, cunt. You’re going to take my positive seed.” I heard the words, somewhere in the back of my mind, but they didn't really register. Besides, I was too far into the moment to stop. “Yes, sir! Please, sir!” I felt his body tense, then a final series of deep spasms and he exhaled loudly. His mouth found mine and his tongue invaded me, too. It was an intense fuck-kiss, my favorite moment when my man expresses his pleasure. It seemed to last forever. *** Jake fell asleep on top of me, as I gently stroked his back. I felt him soften and eventually slip out of my boi cunt. Some of his cum dribbled down my crack, but I held most of it inside me. I dozed off. The next thing I knew, Jake gruffly ordered me to turn on my belly. As I did so, I saw that he had placed my ex-wife’s photo only a foot from my face. “You like having B--- watch you, don’t you, sissy?” “Yes, sir! Yes I do! I want her to see me getting fucked by a real man.” He shoved his cock into me. I was so loose it took just one good thrust., and it didn't hurt anymore. “Tell her what you are, boy,” Jake ordered. “I’m a faggot, B---. Not a real man. I need to be fucked. Look at me, honey. I was meant to serve real men, like this.” Jake lay on top of me, pounding my ass. He yanked my face around to kiss me, our tongues swirling. When he stopped I faced the photo of my ex again. It felt like she was staring through me. I felt my own dick harden and throb. “Sir,” I murmured, “I’m gonna cum soon.” “Not yet,” he commanded. He paused. He grabbed the picture and laid it on the bed next to me. “Turn on your side,” he said. My hard dick was now directly over the photo. Jake reached around and began to pump my cock. I’ve never been so hard in my life. “I bet she hates fags because of you, boy. Now get even. Shoot your load onto her pretty face.” I couldn’t resist. My jism spurted out, all over the photo, all over B---'s pretty face, her cold stare. I turned to Jake and softly said, “Thank you, sir.” *** As I emerged from a dreamless sleep, I felt a sharp tug on the leash. Jake was standing over me. “Get up, cunt,” he ordered. He led me down the hall back to where he had parked his motorcycle. I heard the click-click of my black booties on the concrete floor. It sounded sexy. A faint light was visible through the high windows -- dawn was coming. How would this end? Jake led me over to his bike. I thought he was going to tell me to sit behind him and ride through the streets of San Francisco in nothing more than my cami and thong. I was humiliated but also turned on by the thought of people walking their dogs and seeing me with my collar and leash. Instead he ordered me to lean over the bike and spread my legs. I realized Jake planned to fuck me again. I felt a tingle of anticipation and started to get hard. In front of me was a full-length mirror. Jake lit a cigar. His magnificent dick, which had given me so much pleasure, stood out rock hard. “I like a piece of ass in the morning for the road,” he grunted as he blew a cloud of smoke at me. “Then I’ll call you a ride.” He got behind me on his knees, spread my ass cheeks, and proceeded to lick my boi cunt. I was in heaven and I moaned. Then he stood behind me and pressed my back so my belly rested on the bike seat. I felt his man meat against my asshole. It slid in easily; I was loose from all the fucking. Jake thrust in and out, moving for his pleasure. I was nothing more than a cum dump for my top, and I loved the sense of being used. My own dick wiggled back and forth beneath me. It went on for a long time, the room getting lighter, my legs tiring, as I gasped with each deep stroke. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a man and his little, effeminate faggot – me – each of us in his proper place. Jack increased the pace. I knew he was close. Then, with a loud grunt, he erupted inside me, bestowing on me the gift of his seed. His positive seed. It truly was gift, and it established his dominance over me forever. He pulled out, turned me around, and gave me a deep kiss. It was incredibly hot and intense. “Now for your ride home, cunt.” He pulled out his cellphone from the pouch behind the seat. “JM gave me your ex-wife’s phone number. Should I call him or her?” “Sir, please, not her. Don't call her,” I pleaded. But inside, secretly, I hoped he would…. BRIEF EPILOGUE About six weeks later I got really, really sick. I tested positive. My boyfriend took care of me. He told me he loved me and proposed. It was very sweet and I said yes. But every now and then, Jake calls and orders me to meet him at the warehouse. And I do.

As a married bi bttm I am always quite wary of who i play with, and do not host very often. I got chatting with a guy on grindr and we hit it off pretty quickly. He was visiting family in the area and couldn't host but seemed like a nice fella. I asked all the usual hard questions, and as i was home alone all day I took the punt and invited him over. I had already given my pipes a thorough flush out early in the morning, so i got dressed in a pair of lacy red crotchless panties, got out some fresh poppers and nervously waited, hoping I hadn't invited a psycho over. He showed up soon after and to my relief, he was actually a good guy, and we soon got into it on a spare mattress i had set up by the fireplace. He revealed an average size uncut cock that i started to suck and fondle, but he had an insatiable desire to suck my cock, balls and eat my ass. I was in heaven, smashing hits of poppers and being tongue fucked. I was on all fours when he had worked himself hard and pushed his cock into me. I was loving the feeling of that cock pounding into me from behind, clenching my asshole muscles, and obviously he was loving it too. I was filled with a hot load within a few minutes. Usually, I'd be a little disappointed if a guy came that quickly, but when he pulled out I cleaned his cock with my mouth and then he pulled me away and went straight back to eating out my cummy ass. This is one of the hottest experiences I've had with a guy. Slowly pushing his cum back out while he eats it. He was jerking my cock while eating my hole, and before long i was cumming all over the drop sheet beneath me, before laying there spent as he got dressed and left discreetly. We have had several more encounters since then, all as enjoyable as this one where i get my ass bred and then cleaned up. I'm rock hard now just re living this detail for you.

Don't lose sight of the fact that Australian expats (like me) and travelers are everywhere. About 5% of the Australian population lives and works outside Australia. You don't need to be in Australia to fuck Australians, there's almost certainly some hot, horny, kinky guys near you!

This is the story of the last filthy fetish my wife and I got into before our separation. These events all happened in sleazy motel near the Vancouver International Airport, and we did this scenario twice. After our separation, she continued to scratch this itch, and I still see her post up craigslist ads every few months, so she's still doing this. One of the ads showed up last weekend, which is what made me decide to post this story. While this is posted in fiction, it all happened just like this, nothing made up, nothing needed to be. These events remain the single filthiest thing I have ever done or seen done by a man or woman. When I see these events pop up, I amuse myself by sending friends to join in. Several have made the cut and brought back pics, and also her juices for me to slurp off their cocks. It all started when my wife found amateur porn of a woman, in bondage, blindfolded and with loud music playing over earbuds taped into her ears. The woman was obviously thus blind and deaf, and restrained, and a series of men entered the hotel room to use her while a man narrated to the camera stories of all her filthy former exploits. At one point two black men use her, and the narrator tells them she's a racist who despises blacks. The men respond by both removing their condoms and filling her cunt with sperm. My wife was in heaven. We watched it together, and she was eager to try it out. We blindfolded her, stuffed earbuds into her ears, wrapped her head in tensor bandages and fucked. She loved it, but it was really just a dry run. We fine tuned the details, and we booked a motel room. I placed a craigslist ad, and let her vet the respondents. She chose 10 guys, and left the invitations to me. Before I did so, unbeknownst to her, I contacted the two party tops who had been owning my ass once a month at the bath house, and found them eager to sample my wife, and they assured me they could bring more. I arranged for my tops to come to the motel room for 8pm, and invited the ones from the ad to come at 10. They could have what was left after my 9" BBC slam daddy and my 8.5" 68 year old silver fox daddy finished shredding her holes, along with their friends. I picked her up from work (she's an accountant with one of the major banks) at 3pm on friday, the trunk full of bondage and sex supplies, video gear, and party favours. We hopped on the quickest route to Richmond, and arrived at the hotel by 4pm. Good time in the usually awful Metro Van traffic. We stopped for a light meal at a place nearby after checking in. Richmond BC has the best Chinese food in the entire world, including china. If you're ever in town do two things: contact me here to see if there is a party, and make sure you eat at least one meal at one of our best restaurants. Returning to the motel, I prepared my wife. I washed her thoroughly, and cleaned out her asshole completely. I shaved her cunt and asshole and legs, and had her put her hair in very secure pigtails. I carefully inserted a pair of earbuds, then strapped on her blindfold. I carefully wrapped her head with a sticky reusable tensor bandage called 'vet wrap', binding the blindfold and earbuds in place while leaving her pigtails, mouth, and nose free. Vet wrap is incredible stuff, it sticks to itself but not to skin or hair, holds in place, and if kept clean can be used over an over. It's good for all kinds of animals, including slutty two legged ones like my whore of a wife. With her head secure, I collared her, and hooked her leash down the head of the bed and onto the bed frame. I shackled her wrists together, and placed shackles on her ankles, a leather corset with sturdy rings around her waist, and places some spreader bars and snap hooks where they would be handy if we chose to restrain her further. It was 7:45, my first guests, who she thought were the guests she had chosen, would be arriving slightly early. I connected her iPod to the earbuds. I reminded her that her safe word was 'Firetruck' to stop whatever was happening that moment, and Frankenstein to stop the scene. I switched on the 90 minute looping mix of porno soundtracks, sex noises, and EDM we had selected to drown her hearing. She was now isolated from the world of sound and light, and about to be thrust roughly into the world of touch to an extent she had never dreamed. There was a knock on the door.

About 3 hrs ago at a local video store, it was my first time in a place like this but when I went inside the booth and got comfortable I ended up sucking 3 cocks and each blew a nice thick wad in my mouth. I will definitely be there again!

Just for the record, I fall into the first set, but not the subset ... 🐽

I have a 33 old regular guy He will text me and ask if he can come over. He is slim with a huge dick Yesterday he texted me and asked if he could over after work. He arrived about 5pm I sucked him for a bit but he really wanted to fuck I laid on stomach and in he went. He really pounded me for 5 min till I heard him yell loudly he came go about a minute he must have thrust 4 times He has never cum so much when he pulled out he said he really needed that So did i

My wonderful boyfriend JM surprised me today. He knows I’ve been thinking constantly about my encounter with Jake. I’ve been distant and distracted all week. We’ve discussed my complicated reaction and whether I would want to do it again. Well, JM managed to get Jake’s phone number and email, and offered to arrange another session whenever I’m ready. I don’t know about this. Yes, it was the most amazing sexual and emotional experience I’ve ever had. Would it lose something by repetition? Can you ever recapture the heat? Maybe I should just savor the experience and relive parts of it in my mind. Something else: now that I know we can find Jake, do I want to know whether he’s HIV positive? That was my fear, but also part of the turn-on. I plunged into the unknown, embracing the risk as the price Jake demanded. I wanted so desperately for him to breed me, to give me his seed. My man lust overwhelmed any sense of caution. At first I thought that if learned Jake was poz, I couldn’t hook up with him again. Just too far over the edge for the prudent side of me. Now, though, I'm getting aroused at the thought of taking it to that next level, holding nothing back. If I learn he’s negative, I think a big part of the excitement would be gone. It’s NOT KNOWING that made it so hot. I felt fear but it only aroused me more. When I weakened too late and uttered the safe word, I really wanted him NOT to stop, even though I was genuinely terrified at that point. *** So my next tryst with Jake has been arranged. Without telling me, JM sent Jake a photo of me in my sissy boi outfit – clingy black camisole top, black thong, pride jewelry with my girlie wrist watch, and high-heeled black women’s booties. Jake wrote back that I’m not man enough to wear leather. He ordered me to write him a note accepting his conditions for a rendezvous. I emailed him the following last night: “Dear Sir: 1. This Saturday JM will drop me at the warehouse entrance at [location] and leave me there. 2. I will not move from that location until you collect me, no matter how long or what the weather. 3. When you arrive, you will collar me and I will obey your commands 4. There will be no safe word. 5. There will be no condoms. 6. You will not abuse me physically in a way that leaves a mark or scar. Your devoted and willing fuck toy, Andy” *** Tonight's the night for my hook-up with Jake. I've almost chickened out about four times -- which is as many times as I've jerked off today thinking about it, LOL. JM has told me to stop playing with myself. Jake sent more instructions. First, I am to shave my body smooth, because only real men have body hair, not sissy faggots like me. I've done this, and it feels cool. Second, I am to bring a photograph of my ex-wife with me. JM told Jake I was married until a couple of months ago. I'm not sure why Jake wants the photograph, but I suspect it's to humiliate me. Jake plans to videotape our session, with a copy for JM. I really hope it doesn't end up on the internet. It could ruin my career. This is a crazy thing to do. I am a middle-aged male, not some kid who lives recklessly. Maybe I just never got this out of my system. But the whole thing is such a turn-on I can't back out. *** And so it came to pass that I found myself standing outside the warehouse as instructed Saturday night at 11:00, wearing my black camisole, thong, and high-heeled booties, sporting my pride jewelry and pretty woman’s wristwatch, and holding the framed picture of my ex-wife. My body was smooth; my beard and hair cropped very short. The street was empty. It was a bit chilly, so I was shivering. I hoped desperately Jake would show soon. After about ten minutes, a car with tinted windows passed me. I had a glimmer of hope. It slowed down and then turned around and came back. The driver, a middle-aged white guy with a beard, lowered the window. “How much?” “Excuse me?” I said. “How much do you want to give me a blow job? And maybe to let me fuck you?” It suddenly hit me that he thought I was a male prostitute. After all, who else would be out there, dressed as I was? I smiled and told him I already had a date for the evening. “You’re cute,” He said. “I’ll pay you double what he’s giving you. Let’s make it $500.” I said no thanks and he drove off. I figured if Jake didn’t show, I might have to take some guy up on an offer of paid sex, just to get out of the cold. The idea gave me an even bigger hard-on, which poked out of my tiny panties. I checked my watch. I had been there for 45 minutes. Then I heard a loud motorcycle roar. The rider was dressed in leather. It was Jake. He looked me over from head to toe and beckoned me to follow him. He lifted a garage door, wheeled the bike inside the darkness, and I entered behind him…. *** Jake flipped on a light. He stood there inspecting me. “Is that the photo of your ex?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes, sir.” My voice sounded unusually high and effeminate. He signaled me to hand it to him, so I did. “Sexy woman,” he said admiringly. “She deserves a real man to fuck her. Heard she’s found one.” I winced. JM had told him more than I thought. “Hmmm. I see you and she have the same taste in wristwatches. Pretty. Very girlie. Suits you both. Two cunts needing to be dominated by strong men.” I kept my eyes down, but I felt my ears turn red at his crude words about her and me, which I knew were true. “Turn around.” I obeyed at once. I felt a leather collar slide around my neck, and heard a click. I was now on a leash, like a dog. My cock got even harder. Jake groped my cock, then fingered my butt, pushing my thong aside. Then he jerked my leash so I was facing him, and kissed me hard. I opened my mouth and his tongue thrust in. I tasted the alcohol on his breath, and the tobacco from his cigar. My hands ran up his arms and across his leather harness. Jake pulled away. “Open the door and go down the hall to the first door. We go in there.” He held the leash in one hand and the photo in the other. I walked, putting one foot in front of the other so my hips would wiggle like a woman’s. I felt strange – like a female in a man’s body. I wanted him to desire me as a straight man desires a woman. We went into the room, which was lit by a couple of bare light bulbs. A bare, stained mattress on the floor, a leather easy chair, and a small table. Mirrors lined the walls. Two video cameras – my nightmare. Jake flipped on the one pointing at the chair. He set the photo of my ex-wife on the table, in plain sight. Jake sat down and opened his leather shorts. His amazing cock popped out, semi-hard. He lit a cigar and studied me. Then he put on mirrored sunglasses, and gestured at the photo. “I think your wife should see her ex-hubby as a sissy fag, don’t you? On your knees, pussy boi. My cock needs attention. Let her see how well you suck dick.” I felt humiliated but totally turned on – I was living one of my most powerful fantasies, having my ex watch me pleasure an alpha male. I got on my knees and began to worship Jake’s cock like I’ve never served man before. I looked up into his sunglasses and saw my reflection – a faggot fulfilling his true calling.... *** As I sucked Jake’s cock, I was rewarded with the first drops of his pre-cum. He continued to say nasty, sexy things about me, all being recorded on the camera. He asked me my ex-wife’s name and I told him. He turned to the photo and spoke to it as though she were in the room, “Well, B---, don’t you think your husband is a natural cocksucker? Did you teach him how to do this? Maybe I’ll make a date with you to see whether you’re as good at it as he is.” Then he yanked the leash and ordered me to stop. He stared at me and I dropped my eyes, the way an obedient sissy does. “Get on your back, faggot.” He pointed to the mattress. As I lay down, he turned on the other camera. Then he straddled my chest, shoved a pillow under my head, and pointed the tip of his dick at my mouth. I started to reach up to stroke him and guide his cockhead toward my lips, but he ordered me to put my hands down. “Time for me to fuck my first hole of the night. Open wide.” He thrust in hard and I gagged immediately. He didn’t stop. I felt I was choking, and it was hard to breathe. I resisted the urge to try to push him off, but my hands still groped at his leather leggings. He paused for a moment and told me to put my hands behind my head. He pinned my wrists to the bed with his powerful grip. I was trapped, helpless. He resumed hard thrusts, hitting the back of my throat, as I willed myself not to gag. I heard his voice but I can’t remember anything he said. I sensed he was getting close, if I could only endure a little longer. A final inward thrust and Jake let out a loud moan-grunt. I felt the first spurts of his jism in my throat. I swallowed and swallowed again. He pulled out and shot the rest of his load all over me face. “Nice job, faggot,” Jake grunted. "I’d say you took it like a man, but you’re not a man. You’re just a fag, with a mouth pussy for real men to use.” He wiped cum from my face with his fingers and stuck them in my mouth for me to lick clean. I loved the taste and felt a thrill that I had let this amazing hunk of a man use me. “I bet your ex-wife really enjoyed seeing you do that.” Then he kissed me, lay down beside me, and dozed off. I turned toward him, pressed up against his strong, manly body, and waited. [To be continued]

Chapter 7.2 - A Brief Escape Ric and Mateo sat on the bleachers, watching the match. "Damn, my feet can't move like that. I don't know how he does that and not fall on his face" Mateo said. Ric laughed as he continued to scope out the players. A few minutes later, Gustavo came up and sat next to them, still sweaty from his own match. "How's it going? Here to watch your boyfriend?" Ric asked. "Yes. I wish I could see the whole game. Has he scored?" Gustavo asked. "Not in the game, yet. But I'm sure he will after" Mateo said. It took a moment before Gustavo understood the comment and then laughed. "I hope so" he replied. "I guess the team took the news OK? He's still playing at least" Ric said. "Yes, it worked out well. He just needs to start his medication soon. It gave a couple of the other players a chance to come out, too. I think he is playing better since he is more relaxed not having to hide his secret" Gustavo said. "How about you? Are you going to start medication too?" Ric asked. "I haven't decided. I think he wants me to wait" Gustavo replied. They continued to watch the match and Gustavo cheered when João kicked a perfect corner shot for their team to take the lead. Gustavo was cheering louder than anyone at the field. When things settled down, Ric felt his work phone vibrate. He took a look and it was a message from Rawson. "U n bf have passport? Need some help" it said. He nudged Mateo and showed him the message. Mateo nodded 'yes' and went back to watching the game. "Both. what kind of help?" he sent back, wondering what Rawson was planning now. "Can u do 3day wkend next wk? need off screen helpers" Rawson asked. "where?" Ric asked and got "P Vallarta. flt/hotel/food covered" as a reply. Ric showed the rest of the messages to Mateo and got a grin and a nod back. The six AM flight with three bags of equipment to take was a pain, but they got to the all inclusive resort by noon. "You got the afternoon off, meet for dinner at seven in the lobby. Tomorrow is a work day starting at ten AM, so don't party too hard tonight" Rawson said. Ric chuckled at how serious Rawson got when it came to work. Ric and Mateo went up to their room and waited for their lone bag to show up by the porter. "Want to go into town and shop around?" Mateo asked as he pulled his shorts and shirt off. "Yeah, we should see the sights anyway instead of fucking all afternoon" Ric replied. "Mmmhmm, we can do that all night" Mateo said before chuckling. They spent the next fifteen minutes groping each other's almost naked bodies until there was a knock at the door. Ric opened it, wearing only a jockstrap. The porter grinned as he brought the bag into the room and placed it on the stand. Ric handed him a tip and told him "Gracias." "Have fun" the guy replied and Ric laughed to himself at the porter speaking almost perfect English. "Do we really look like all the other Americans?" Mateo asked rhetorically. The shower was quick and they changed into some clean clothes. The walk was several blocks to get from the hotel to the shopping area. They wandered around, getting a few small souvenirs at a couple different shops. They hadn't uttered a word in English since they left their room, trying to not be the usual American tourist. Ric nudged Mateo as they walked down a street and said "I think we're being followed. Think they're going to rob us?" "I noticed that too. Turn right at the next corner and stop against the building to see" Mateo said. They got ten paces from the corner when they heard one of the guys behind him say in accented English "Nice American asses. Tight and hungry I'm sure." Both Ric and Mateo snickered as they stopped and turned around. They looked over the two local guys that were dressed in long basketball shorts and jerseys, one for the Lakers and one for the Heat, and baseball caps turned backwards. They were both a few inches shorter than Ric, one clean shaven and the other with a ragged beard. The bearded guy had a lot of ink and the other just a few tats on his arms. "We got some horny locals. Think they can handle a pair of studs from across the border?" Ric asked in Spanish, grinning. "No... too thin. You would easily split them in two" Mateo replied. He smiled and saw the confused looks on the locals. He knew they weren't expecting the tables to get turned on them. "No, no. We are the ones that want to fuck you" the bearded guy said. Ric shook his head and told him "We prefer to be the ones on top. At least you didn't want to steal our money." Mateo saw they still looked confused, but the shaven guy said "We are good... you can pay us if you want." Ric laughed again and replied "I don't think so. Guys pay us for sex, we don't pay." As Mateo looked over the guys he decided to take a chance. "Show us what you got. Biggest gets to fuck the smaller guy. I get you and he gets him" pointing first at the shaved guy, then at the bearded guy and finally at Ric. Ric snickered and liked Mateo's idea. "Got a place?" Ric asked, not wanting to go back to the hotel with two strangers. The locals looked surprised, but the bearded one said "There's an alley close by." They followed along, now being the one to watch the other guy's asses. The shorts were loose and the shirts hung down too far to let them get a look, but Mateo noticed that they looked a little nervous. The locals turned into an alley and then went behind a building. Ric looked around and the only window he could see was boarded up. "Two minutes to get hard, then show it" Mateo said, starting the timer on his phone. Ric was already partially hard, but he unzipped his shorts and pulled the shaft out of the jock's pouch. The other guy was stroking, but facing away and Mateo blocked the other guys' view of Ric. "Time" Mateo said and moved out of the way. The bearded guy turned around and held his cock proudly until he saw Ric's shaft. "Dios mio!" he said, knowing he was out-gunned by a few centimeters. Ric took the phone and said "Next two... Go" as he restarted the timer. Mateo faced him and got his dick hard. Mateo won, but only by a centimeter in length and a couple in circumference. "Let's see that hungry ass" Ric said. The guy looked back at him in shock, not expecting to have to go through with the bet. Ric didn't really care if he put out or not, he enjoyed surprising them and getting to fuck a local would just be a bonus. Slowly the bearded guy moved to the wall and pushed his shorts and briefs down before tugging his shirt off. Ric stroked his cock with some spit and then knelt down and spread the furry butt apart. He spit a few times on the hole and worked it in with a pair of fingers. He didn't want to get caught, so it was going to be a quick fuck. Ric stood up, briefly looking at the large gothic cross tattoo on the bearded guy's back and pushed his cock to the trembling hole. A hand covered the guy's mouth and Ric pushed in. While it took a few tries, his cock went in easier than he expected and the cries were quieter too. Once Ric's cock was inside a few inches, Mateo looked at the other guy and said "Your turn." Ric watched his boyfriend penetrate the other guy and realized that both of the locals were no strangers to taking dick. They may have acted like tops, but they were probably just as versatile as Ric and Mateo were. They fucked the guys quickly, not wanting to get caught having sex in public in another country. Ten minutes after he pushed in, Ric was the first to cum. The moan from his bottom affirmed his thought that they just wanted sex and he didn't mind getting bred by a stranger. Mateo lasted a couple minutes longer, leaving Ric to churn his load inside the bearded guy. They pulled out together and when the bottoms didn't turn around to clean their cocks, they just pulled up their underwear and shorts before heading back to the main street. It took a couple blocks before Ric said "That worked out damn good, but I'm going to need some time to refill." Once they got back to the hotel, they showered quickly before going down to the pool. It was a relaxing time with Ric and Mateo drinking and laughing about not getting mugged. The group shared a table for dinner and they met one of the actors who lived locally. Ric noticed that Rawson was on the phone for most of the dinner and didn't look too happy. Most of the group finished dinner and were enjoying their drinks when Rawson finally got off the phone. "Eddie got stopped at immigration. He's persona non grata in Mexico. We're going to be short one scene. Uh... Ric?" Rawson said, giving Ric a pair of sad puppy eyes. Everyone laughed as they all looked at Ric for his response. "I have spare contracts..." Ari said. Mateo nudged Ric and wordlessly asked if he was up for filling in. Ric's mind had a different idea and he whispered to Mateo "What about our hookup earlier? Think they might be interested?" A huge smile came over Mateo's face. "Maybe, but I might have a better idea" Ric said before telling everyone about the two guys they fucked earlier. "We can go look to see if they're lurking around tomorrow and interested. Do you have those contracts in Spanish?" Ric asked. Ari nodded and Ric suggested "Let's get the other two scenes done early tomorrow. Maybe start at nine and then we can go and search for the locals. I think they're both vers, so the scene could go either way." Rawson smiled, replying "I love taking local dick whenever I travel so hopefully they like my ass." The two scenes in the morning went smoothly and Ric liked the spacious suite that Rawson had. He and Mateo helped set up lights and reflectors besides trying to stay out of the way. Before the second scene started, the cameraman brought in the porter from the day before. It was obvious that the cameraman had spent some time with the guy, probably naked. He stood in front of Mateo, watching the porn scene take place. Ric got a few shots with the spare camera on the second scene and he decided he wasn't very good at it. At one point, Ric looked back and Mateo's hand was in the back of the porter's uniform pants with the porter's head leaned back on Mateo's shoulder while he got fingered. Before long, the second scene was complete. Ric looked around and didn't see Mateo until he looked out on the balcony and found Mateo balls deep in the porter. He thought about joining him, but decided to save his load in case the scene with the locals didn't work out. "How was he?" Ric asked as they walked back to their room. "Already loaded and really good. He said the camera dude fucked him all last night and the manager gave him one this morning when he started his shift" Mateo replied. They showered and dressed, walking out of the hotel on their mission to find the horny locals from the day before. They covered most of the shopping area that they had been in the day before and hadn't found them. Next they wandered over to a nearby park and they saw the pair sitting on a bench. "Hola" Ric said as they got close. He chuckled when he saw their shocked expressions, knowing they were probably still a little sore from the previous day's activities and even more surprised that Ric and Mateo remembered them. They explained the situation and wondered if the locals would be interested in fucking a porn star on video. Ric pulled his phone out and showed them a few of Rawson's pictures and a short video clip. He watched the guys look at each other and then smile. "OK, I need to send your pictures to him to make sure you match our descriptions. OK?" Ric said. Ric texted the pics over and a minute later got a reply "Oh fuck yeah. Sending Ari with the contracts. Where?" They were surprised when the locals read over the contracts rather than just signing them. The locals did seem concerned about the "unprotected sex" clause that told them that their partner(s) were untested, but in the end they signed and agreed with Ari about their expected payment. They looked at Ric for confirmation that the deal was good. "You can trust him" Ric told the locals. "Where do you want to film this?" the bearded guy asked. "How about where we did it yesterday?" Mateo asked. "Will it be safe? We won't get interrupted or reported there? Is it a public place?" Ari fired off. "It's a private alley. Behind my uncle's shop. We use it many times. There will be no problems" the clean shaven guy said. With a time set for a few hours later, Ric, Mateo and Ari got a ride back to the hotel. They filled Rawson in and suggested the scene to unfold like Ric and Mateo's shopping trip the day before, except Rawson was going to get the local's dicks. Ric, Mateo, and the cameraman took one taxi with the equipment, followed by Rawson and Ari in a second cab. They got to the alley and met the locals, Luis and Pablo, who were looking nervous. A gate was closed across the alley entrance that Ric didn't remember seeing the day before. The cameraman scoped out the area behind the building and smiled. "We need to hurry or the light will go to shit" he said. He finished getting set up and they started by getting a few shots of Rawson walking down the street with Luis and Pablo following him. Ric had the second camera and got a few shots of the locals plotting their moves and rubbing their crotches. Once they had the intro shots, it was time to film the real action. Ric handed both Luis and Pablo a dick pill. "Trust me, they may stop and start a few times and this will take care of you losing the mojo" he told them. He gave them a few tips on what to do and what to avoid and the locals looked happy that he was helping them out. When they restarted filming, the locals caught up to Rawson on the street, just before the alley and said "That's some nice gringo ass. Want to show it to us?" Rawson first looked surprised but a smile came over his face before they pushed past the gate, closing it behind them. Once behind the building hands groped over the three bodies and Rawson found himself kneeling with two uncut dicks in front of him. The blowjob was long and the cameraman got it from a couple different angles as Rawson moved between both hard dicks. Halfway through, Luis and Pablo pulled their shirts off and stood there only with sneakers and ball caps on. Ric wasn't sure that the pills were really needed, but they gave everyone confidence that the two cocks would stay hard. He could sense the locals were now both excited. "Are you always this quiet when you hookup with guys like this?" Ric asked during a quick break while some loud trucks drove down the street. He saw the two guys nod 'no' before a grin came over their faces. "Do what you normally do. Some Spanish and English would be good. Not too much, though" he said. Rawson looked up at him and smiled. They finished up the oral part and then had Rawson on his feet and turned around. He was no stranger to back alley sex and Rawson braced against the wall and spread his legs. Pablo, the bearded one, added some spit to Rawson's hole and worked it in quickly. Another gob of spit and he was pushing his hard, bare cock in. They had to reshoot the penetration since Pablo blocked the cameraman's view, but with a quick explanation from both Ric and Rawson the second take looked much better. Pablo covered Rawson's mouth before he shoved in harder and began to drill, just like Ric had done to him the day before. Ric grabbed a few more shots, one of Luis watching and stroking while his buddy fucked a porn star. Pablo started to pound faster and then suddenly pulled out. Luis was driving into Rawson's ass a second later. Ric now focused the camera on Pablo gently stroking while it was his turn to watch. They swapped again, this time both Luis and Pablo were more vocal, mostly in Spanish, calling Rawson a good slut along with several more demeaning comments. Once again, when Pablo started to get too close, he traded places with Luis. After they swapped again, Ric could tell they weren't going to last much longer. Pablo was the first to unload inside Rawson's hole, with Ric laying on his back aiming the camera up from below. Pablo tripped over Ric as he tried to make way for Luis and they did a quick re-shoot again. Ric also had to clean the camera lens from a drop of cum before they were able to continue with Luis' final fuck. The camera caught Luis' cock slipping inside the cum soaked hole and then he began to pound Rawson. He lasted only a few minutes before the orgasm took over. Once again, Ric had cum dripping down on to the camera as Luis pulled out. The cameraman took over and caught the battered hole leaking the local's seed. Mateo tossed the locals a pair of towels and then gave one to Rawson. "I hope it looked as good as it felt. You guys were great!" Rawson told Luis and Pablo. The cameraman nodded and Ric told them that they did a great job. Ric's phone buzzed and it was Ari. He read the message and walked out to the taxi that Ari had been waiting in. Ari asked how things went. "I think it went great. They looked nervous before the shoot, but it disappeared as soon as we started filming" Ric said. "Can I see the camera?" Ari asked and Ric handed it over. He watched some of Ric's footage and a smile came over his face. "Very nice. Here are the payments for them. Please tell them 'thank you' for me" Ari told Ric, passing him two envelopes and then the camera. Ric walked back to the alley and saw the group talking. "Are you happy with what you got?" Ric asked the cameraman. "Oh hell yeah. These guys were an awesome find" he told Ric. Ric walked over to Luis and Pablo who were talking to Mateo and Rawson in Spanish. Ric looked at Rawson and grinned, surprised at how well he could take part in the conversation. "Do you always try and fuck the tourists?" Mateo asked the locals. "Yes. It's easy. They all are looking for some local meat and leche. There must be a lot of... bottoms up north" Pablo said. Ric, Mateo and Rawson all nodded. "Ari says thanks for your good work. Here is your pay. I hope you had fun" Ric told the locals. He watched them open the envelopes and thumb through the bills. Both guys looked surprised and Ric remembered doing the same thing after he got paid for his first shoot. Ric got a big hug from both of them and they thanked him for giving them the chance to do the scene. The other four packed up the gear and said their goodbyes to Luis and Pablo before taking the taxis back to the hotel. "Meet downstairs at six in the bar" Rawson said to the group as they walked into the lobby. Ric and Mateo went to their room and were almost naked before the door was closed. The next hour was filled with grunts, groans and bodies slamming together. "Too bad Marco wasn't here to watch us rut like animals" Ric said as he laid there, his balls empty and his ass full of cum. Mateo laughed and looked at him, shaking his head. They showered and went down to the bar. They were sipping on their beers when Ari, Rawson and the cameraman joined them. Ric figured that they had worked while he and Mateo had played. "That might be the best scene of the three we did. I can't believe how good those guys looked. Thanks for finding them" Rawson said. "I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but they really surprised me. I wish some of the pros were that easy to work with" the cameraman said. "You got some great shots too, Ric. This is going to be so fuckin easy to edit together" Rawson said. They continued talking and drinking until they headed to the restaurant for dinner. Ric and Mateo ended up in the hotel club after dinner, dancing most of the night. While they got a few looks, most didn't seem to mind a couple gay guys dancing together. The group had a late breakfast before taking the shuttle to the airport. After take-off, Ric settled in, trying to take a nap when Rawson came up. "You really took control during that shoot. Your camera work is pretty good too. Have you ever thought about becoming a director? And not just for adult stuff, mainstream too. I think you'd be really good" he told Ric. "It might make a fun part time thing, but I don't really want to do it as a career" Ric replied. Rawson gave him a wink and headed back to his seat.

Recently I've been looking up and watching porn from the 70's and 80's. There is one guy I'm crazy about his name is Jon King. OMG beautiful eyes and smile so cute with a naturally hairy bush. Does anyone remember him? Needless to say there is nothing I wouldn't do with him.

Thanks for the encouragement guys! Should I continue with the story?

I need to add a name non UK guys won't know him, but I would absolutely ruin Gethin Jones. I'd fuck him senseless

The trans girl has me hard, so I remove her from the bed and lead my drool covered slut wife to the bed. I place her on all fours, and offer her to the hippie girl. She stands behind her, pulls her hips in line, and slams the enormous black latex dildo inside my wife's sloppy asshole. My wife grunts, then quiets as one of the jocks enters her mouth. Disappointingly, he is prettier than he is useful, dumping his load in her throat only a minute or so later. The daddy guy is next, the trans girls juices still dripping from his cock as he slides in her mouth. I wonder what the chances are my wife's next test is coming back with something positive. Pretty high, I am thinking. Perils of a bareback cumslut sex addict I guess. Ironically, everyone I invited was poz on meds: Actually safer for her than these slutty randoms. She sucks him eagerly, glad for a mere 7" in her doubtless aching throat. The hippy girl shudders and cums from the transferred forces of her innovative dildo, and offers up my wife's hole. The next taker is the one who brought the hippy girl. He elects her cunt, and begins a slow grinding fuck with his thick, uncut 7.5", I idly note that his cock resembles an uncut version of mine. Same thickness, same length. I wonder if my wife could tell the difference? The trans girl kneels before me and begins to suck again. I look down at her, deliberately spit on her face. She looks up angry, but never stops sucking. Interesting. The guy fucking my wife groans and cums in her raw pussy. My wife joins him in a shudder. I wonder if she is even conscious enough to tell when these men cum. A regular gurking sound from her throat fucking, and the quiet slurps of the trans girl are the only sounds. My cock is fully hard. I look at the hippy girl, 'How about now?' She starts to remove the toy, I stop her. 'I want your ass, with that thing in'. She looks at me, raises one eyebrow. 'I don't think I've ever done that before'. I rummage in my bag, grab a lube bottle and palm two pills of MDMA. I take her to the table, lay her on her back. Silver comes over, and begins to film. I am not sure she realizes he is recording, but I am looking forward to watching this later. The trans girl joins us, as I fit my hard tip to dread girls little pink hole, and begin to press. The trans girl is jerking her dildo like a real cock with one hand, and working the clit as well. Dread girl moans as her asshole begins to open. I pause, and surreptitiously slide two pills into her, then continue the slow working of my cock. I work carefully, even gently. She is tight, but no stranger to assfucking, but I am quite thick and especially thick at the tip. Soon enough, she is moaning and rolling her hips in time. I know the pills are being mashed and rubbed into the walls of her rectum, and beginning to seep across into her bloodstream. She looks at me suddenly. 'You booty bumped me!'. I smile, 'You seemed like that kind of girl'. She says nothing, just stares directly into my eyes, as I watch her pupils widen. Continues to roll her hips and grind back, I watch as she cums, then cums again, the trans girl busy with her fake cock and real clit. It's fucking sexy, looking down at the massive feeldoe jutting out of her. It's as thick, and almost as long as Mr Black, and I want it in me. Her asshole has opened fully now, and she is obviously rushing hard, as I begin to long stroke her tight hole. She's wriggly, and responsive, and she grunts like an animal when she cums. She doesn't say much, except when I briefly pause to add lube and she warns me I had better not be stopping yet. I continue to fuck her, as on the bed, guys fill my wife's holes and leave. Even dread girls guy stops by, kisses her, and says he will see her on friday. Soon it's just my wife curled up alone and maybe passed out, Mr Black, Silver, Trans girl and Dread girl. Mr black comes over, a point in his hand. He puts the belt on my arm. I look at him. 'Trust me, son, thank of it as a thank you for setting this up. I think you are going to like this.' Dread girl is watching, Trans girl is watching, Silver is filming, as I roughly fuck Dread's asshole. Black swabs, makes me pause. expertly pokes me as I look into the pretty hippy girl's eyes. They're grey, I notice. Or maybe blue. They're big, too, and mostly pupil as suddenly I am coughing, the world explodes and I ram my cock so deep into this tiny girl that I feel sure I am hitting her liver. My balls explode and a load fires up and into her ass like a geyser. Dimly I hear her join me in orgasm, as Black pulls me out of her. I am led to the bed, my cock smeared with a little shit and lube (hippy girl had not prepped for anal) My wife's face is brought to me as my body sings from the tina rush, she suckles and cleans my cock, shit now smeared on her lips. I am forced down to kiss her, on all fours on the bed, I taste Dread girls shitty juices from my wife and relish them. I look up at at silver, filming me, and suddenly the tranny is in my face, kissing me, and someone is pushing something in my ass. In the wall mirror, I see the hippy girl behind me, then I feel the cold silicone begin to part my hole. I moan, and push back, asshole hungry like always. The tina making the filling of my hole the only thing that matters. My wife lays on the bed beside us, deaf and blind to what is happening. The realization of her right there, touching me, wrings an orgasm from me as my hole is filled with the unforgiving dildo. My hole is wet and slippery with both cum and lube, but it's also sore. The dildo hurts and I love it. Trans girl stuffs her cock in my face. I'm bottoming to a bottom slut, while having my ass pounded by a girl. I have never felt so submissive. My two daddies are watching, encouraging me with the filthiest talk imaginable. Mr black comes beside me and starts to use my wife's ass right there. I moan and assgasm, my cock now floppy from tina, yet cum still drips from me. I choke on Trans cock and my ring clamps hard on Dread girls unyielding cock. I moan in pain and cum again.

I look through the peephole, the second wave is here. Two jock-boys, and an older daddy type. I open the door and let them in. 'As you can see the party is in full swing. Have fun, the safer word is 'firetruck', and she's high as fuck so DO NOT give her any drugs without checking with me. Otherwise, she has yet to say no to anything. Don't leave any marks.' The daddy is looking at the trans girl still eating my wife. 'What about the shemale?' I look down at her 'Free for use as far as I can see, consider it a buffet'. The three are already stripping, another knock at the door. I peep out, two men and a small hippy looking girl with dreadlocks. I recognize the men, not the girl. I open the door, they come in. One of the guys asks if bringing his side piece is okay, she's bi, and brought a strap on. I shrug, sure thing, and ask her 'You plan to take cock as well?' she looks at me... 'You're the husband?' 'Yeah', 'You can have me, that's just good manners. Nobody else. Maybe one of the guys wants to bottom for this', and she holds up a thick black feeldoe dildo. I smile... A long time fantasy of mine... Everyone is stripping, I check my phone, three of the remaining five left bail messages, the fucking idiots. So possibly two more. The daddy type grabs the trans girl by her ankles and yanks her out from under my wife. He picks her up by an arm and tosses her onto the empty bed, while the other guys circle around my freshly showered whore and start blow banging her. Daddy arranges the trans girl in doggy on the bed, so that he can watch the action, and slides his cock into her doubtless very sore ass. I can't tell if he rubbered up, but his cock must be hurting her because she buries her head in the filthy soaked sheets and moans like an animal in a trap. I watch dread-girl strip out of her hippy duds. Nice little body under there, 5'1" maybe, no more than a hundred pounds. firm and perfect b-cups with hard pink nipples. Surprisingly, she's shaved clean all over, rings in each nipple, and another peeking out from above meaty cunt lips. She's slender, a tight belly, a round little bubble butt that screams hours of yoga, and the long brown dreads brush to her nipples. She takes the feeldoe (if you don't know what it is, google it. Suffice to say it's a strap on that needs no strap, because it fits inside her cunt like a butt plug.) She slides it into her obviously tight cunt, and looks at me. 'Like it?' 'It's fucking hot... Have a gooooood evening, and we will chat later'. I walk over and stick my cock in the trans girls mouth, and let her start bringing me back to hardness. Thank god for cialis. The hippy girl joins the blow bang ring. Mr Silver offers her his cock, but she turns him down. 'I'm here to top, sorry'. He smiles, Silver is a complete gentleman, and they chat amiably as my wife sucks first him, and then the dildo. She is so fucked up, I am not even certain she understands the implications.

As we return from the bathroom, I find the trans girl straddling Silver's cock, the tip is pressed against her sphincter, as yet untouched by cock tonight. Black is beside her, and as I watch, he finds a vein and slams the tranny girl. She coughs, moans, and sits down hard on Silver's meat. I shiver, remembering my time in precisely her place. I force my wife to her knees near their pounding fuck. She sits, her teeth chattering a bit with the intensity of her MDMA rush, no doubt higher than she has ever been. Tree trunk man is gone, but he left a business card for us. The two oddly similar arab boys are dressing and preparing to leave. It's 1030. The wave of men my wife actually approved are on their way. I wonder idly how much more she can take. My own high is pleasant, a soft warm roll of MDMA. Watching Silver, my own hole feels hollow. Leaving my wife to wait, deaf and blind, for use. I go to Mr Black. I drop to my knees and begin to suck. Looking up at him. 'Will you fuck my slutty hole, sir? Will you use me and make her clean it after?' He smiles, as my mouth hardens him, then lifts me and bends me over the same table my wife was used on. It's still slick with her drool and sweat. I revel in it, as he grabs a pill, places it in his pisshole, and slowly fills me. I groan. Staring at my wife on her knees. I can actually see her holes, still gaping, drip onto the floor. Black expertly uses my hole. Opening me, stroking my cock as he does so, leading me on a course of pleasure that ends with him thrusting balls deep in my shithole. Minutes pass as he uses me, wringing assgasms from my sloppy hole. The pill begins to affect me, I feel myself becoming warm, I feel my hole gape open. Silver grunts loudly, and fills the trans girl with his seed. She hops off, and silver walks to my wife and forces her to clean him. I wonder how clean the Tranny's ass was, if she even realizes what she is eagerly slurping and swallowing. The tranny comes to me, hops up on the table and pulls my eager mouth to her fresh fucked hole. I taste Sperm, and piss. Silver must have pissfucked this tranny, and now I'm eating it, slurping and swallowing. Black is fucking hard now, and I am rushing hard. I beg for a breeding, and he thrusts in and grunts as he lets go. I almost cum as well, as he pulls out and walks to my waiting wife. I take the Trans girls cock in my mouth, sucking it, and watch as my wife cleans my ass from his cock. Half of me hopes she recognizes the taste. I stand up, with bottom mode over, I slap the tranny across the face, hard. She looks at me in shock as I force her on her knees and ram my half hard cock into her face. I fuck her face roughly, then drag her by the hair to my wife. I lay her down, and arrange my wife over her face. 'Eat you fucking whore. Whatever comes out of my wife you fucking swallow!' The trans girl scrambles to obey, and Mr Black begins throat fucking her. With each gag, juice flows from my wife's holes onto the tranny who frantically slurps it. Wiping stray gobbets from her face into her mouth. The volume slows, then stops. My wife has pushed out anything not so deep as to defy evacuation. The tranny continues, now tongueing her ass and suckling her clit. My wife moans in pleasure, and begins to piss herself. The tranny struggle to swallow it all, but manages. My wife is mindlessly high and still cumming. I pick her up and throw her on the bed. A knock at the door, more guys are here...

I film from a few feet away. The process as he prepares his cock with lube, as I hand him the MDMA, as he places it. She will watch her booty bump tomorrow, and marvel at what she has taken, at the level of filth she has not just endured but revelled in and begged for. She will see how far past her old limits she can go, and I am looking forward to watching her come to terms with what she is becoming, right now. The room is silent. The only sounds are her slurping at the trans girl's asshole, and her hoarse pants. This very ordinary looking middle aged black man, tubby, short, and possessed of a cock at least four inches thick and over ten inches long. It's like a log of firewood, so heavy it literally cannot stand straight, but even fully hard, it dangles down. The chocolate skin tone contrasts with the pinker head, the base with sparse wooly pubic hair. The tip with the potent MDMA pill perched in his pisshole touches her gaping asshole, and eased by slathered lube, slips within. she expands slowly around his massive head, as he eases forward. Not a thrust, but an inexorable slow forward slide. Her ring expands as the head disappears, she breathes deep in shock as she realizes which tool just entered her, 'Oh my god, can that even fit?'. Her hands are on the table, she lifts her body a bit, shifting her hole to a more open position. His entry continues, then stops. In one full minute long stroke, he has placed 10 full inches of cock balls deep in my wife's asshole. One of my wife's hands reaches down between her legs, find his balls, finds his base. 'My god. She whispers. It didn't even hurt!' He begins to move. Not to thrust, really, but more to grind. she moans, and her hand leaves his balls to her clit. She rubs, and moans again. She begins to shiver, as her MDMA rush starts. She wails like an animal as she cums hard, and squirt flies out of her cunt to the floor below. He pulls slowly out of her, I closeup to the tip of his cock, the pill is gone and we all know exactly how deep it went. There is blood on his cock, he reinserts and slides in again, now there are thrusts, now she is moaning in time, now the orgasms come quick, every few seconds. The trans girl comes to him, she cuddles up and begins to suck his nipples. He groans in pleasure. His thrusts continue, my wife is a moaning rolling mess in continuous ecstasy. He stiffens, thrusts deep and shudders. We will never know how big that load was, buried so deep. He pulls out, the transgirl kneels and cleans his cock. Bloody cum smears her face. I film it all. I unshackle my wife, and lead her to the bathroom. I help her into the shower, and carefully clean her body. With a towel I clean her face around the blindfold assembly, then wash each pigtail of cum and lube. I lead her out for round two.

So how many guys got to bring another guy into the bed with you and your wife/gf ? How did you get them to agree. ?

Got a message on Grindr from a blank profile. Guy worked across the street at a restaurant and wanted head. The place wasn't open yet. He took me in the side door and back to the liquor room which was pitch back with the door closed. Got on my knees and blew him as I could hear employees talking and setting up for the day. Nice big cock and a tasty load.

I mean two big sauna's in Amsterdam

I would love to hear some ideas on this! I've had ladies watch me suck and/or get fucked at the adult bookstore booths but they've never really been "girlfriends", just ladies that I've known and mostly met online. I just love watching and being watched, etc.

You’re right, about 1982 it was called “Brothers Should Do It.” I can’t believe I remember that, and it sure makes me feel old.

People have their own experiences and should be allowed to feel how THEY feel, not how people generalise how they should feel. But hey ho.

I'm going to buy this one soon from Nothosaur!

LOVE being a faggot and correct those that use 'proper' crap like LGBTRFGBJJGFDWGB+++++. Geez, just HATE that crap and those that use it or correct those that do not. "Faggot' easily defuses any possible hate as there is nowhere further to go. 'Gay' is fine, too, as a simple and easy place to describe me, but faggot really explains what I am and what I like to do and what you are invited to do to me, straight of gay. Life is so simple when the bullshit is stripped away.

One load today. Horseshoe Bend Park. One car already parked when I arrived and I saw the man stepping back into his car but didn’t leave. I began walking to the park and he followed me to the toilet cubicle. Glory hole had been boarded up, so I stood at the urinal. He came in and immediately pulled my pants down, turned me around, and I began sucking on his cock. He lifted me off the ground, turned me around, slid his dick inside me, pumped hard and fast. Very aggressive and dominant—my favourite. Made me suck his dick two more times in between fucking before he finally came inside me. I pulled my pants up and we both leave our separate ways.

Chapter 6.4 - Cumpadre His curiosity got the better of him and he was out at the soccer fields watching Toby's team play. He looked around and didn't see João anywhere. He even wandered to some of the other matches to check out the other teams, but didn't see him there, either. The match ended and after a short post-game meeting, Toby came up to Ric. "So, do you really like to watch second rate soccer or are you just checking out the guys?" Toby asked. Ric laughed and replied "A bit of both. I wasn't very good in high school. At first I didn't trust myself in the locker rooms, gym class was bad enough. When I was finally comfortable enough being gay, it was senior year and you can't really start sports then." "Yeah, I guess not. Some of these guys haven't been playing long, though. You would fit in. It's good exercise and keeps my butt attracting all sorts of horny guys" Toby said, laughing. "It is a sweet ass" Ric replied. A few seconds later he added "I thought there was another guy on the floor that played soccer." Toby stood there a moment and said "Hmm... I don't think so. At least not on the IM teams. There's one that plays on the university team, João. But he's way out of our league. He might be good enough to go pro." They started walking back towards the dorms when one of Toby's teammates came running up. He whispered something in Toby's ear and Toby laughed. Ric wondered what was funny and soon Toby told him "Gustavo thinks you're hot and wants to know why you haven't shown up at any matches before." He wasn't about to tell him why he was there, so he just said "I like to watch occasionally and Toby mentioned that he was playing today." "Cut the BS, Ric... you were checking out the hot asses looking for the next one to sink your dick into" Toby said with a grin. The bluntness surprised Ric and yet he guessed that from the comment Toby knew Gustavo was queer. When he looked at the smile on Gustavo's face, he knew he was right. "That too" Ric said, chuckling. "Oh... You're active... a top?" Gustavo asked. "Yeah, mostly. I'm versatile with my boyfriend, but it really depends on the other guy" Ric replied. Ric saw the shocked look on Gustavo's face and expected the next question, which he got only a second later. "You cheat on him?" "No, we're open. We both meet with other guys" Ric explained. "I bet it's fun to be one of those other guys" was the quick response. "Be careful of what you ask for. Ric is bigger than most guys and would probably wreck that hot little butt of yours. You had a hard time taking Davey's and he's not even close" Toby said. Ric laughed to himself and watched Gustavo look back at him. A moment later he moved closer to Ric and gave a quick feel of the bulge inside Ric's shorts. "Oh god" Gustavo said after the extended grope. -- A few days later, Ric and Mateo were walking to the elevator and saw Toby talking with Gustavo in the first floor lobby. "Hey guys, how's it going?" Ric said before introducing Mateo to Gustavo. "We were going to go on a short run, do you want to join us?" Toby asked. "Sure. We gotta change first. Uh... Come on up" Ric said. Ric figured it would be a good way to show Gustavo what he felt up the other day and see if he might be interested in playing some time. The four walked down the hall into Ric and Mateo's room and Toby closed the door. Ric and Mateo's t-shirts were off before they had even gotten inside the room. The sandals and jeans were off next, quickly followed by his trunks. Ric rummaged through the drawer and grabbed a jock, tank and running shorts. Mateo still had his cargo shorts on while he looked for his running gear. "I like the tattoo on your back. Are you a Scorpio too?" Gustavo asked innocently. The other three chuckled and Ric turned around, giving Gustavo a full frontal view of his naked body. He had trimmed his bush that morning and the biohazard tattoo was barely hidden by the remaining hair. Mateo replied "No... It's a warning that I can sting" as he turned around, dropped his cargo shorts and pulled on his running shorts. "Wow... that looks bigger than it felt. What does that tattoo mean?" Gustavo asked, looking over Ric and trying to figure out what Mateo meant. "The same as his scorpion. We both have HIV" Ric said. "But you look healthy" Gustavo said. "Mmhmm, we are" Ric said, just like he had told countless other guys that asked. He pulled on his jockstrap and shorts before pulling the tank top. He knew he'd be taking the shirt off part way through the run and hoped all four of them would be shirtless soon. Within ten minutes of starting their run, Ric got his wish as the shirts got pulled off. He ran with Mateo most of the time but would drop back to get a better view of the three sexy butts. Ric wondered if outing his and Mateo's status had ruined any chance that he could get into Gustavo's hot ass. As they finished their run, Gustavo waved as he headed back to his dorm a few blocks away. The other three ended up in Ric and Mateo's room and the three sweaty bodies were naked in seconds. "Need some dick?" Mateo asked, rubbing his fingers along Toby's moist crack. "Oh god yeah... I haven't had anything since Jack on Wednesday" Toby moaned. Ric was on his knees feeding Toby's mouth as Mateo pressed his face in, licking all over the sweat covered ass. He didn't spend much time rimming, his hard cock was eager to get into the ass that he hadn't fucked before. It was a tight fit, but Toby relaxed and was getting pounded a few minutes later. "Damn, that's a good ass... No wonder Ric's been keeping it to himself" Mateo said. Ric chuckled, feeling Toby get forced further on to his shaft. Mateo began to plow faster until his cock began to spew ropes of cum into the slick tunnel. Toby pulled off Ric's cock and moaned out "Ahhh fuck yeah! Breed that hungry pussy!" Mateo let the the load of cum soak inside a minute before slowly pulling out. He swapped spots with Ric and Toby eagerly licked the poz cum off Mateo's cock. Ric slid in easily and plowed Toby with long, firm strokes. The orgasm snuck up on him quicker than he expected and showered Toby's gut as he thrust in. "Ahhhh that feels so good" Toby moaned out. The three sat on the floor, recovering. "It always feels good to take a new guy's dick and cum, thanks. Hopefully that won't be the last time" Toby said, winking at Mateo. A moment later, he said "Ric... Gustavo was asking a few questions while we ran. I hope you don't mind, but I gave him your number since some of them I didn't want to answer." "No problem. Is he thinking about taking his chances with a poz load or three?" Ric asked. "Maybe. He sounds a lot more careful than I was. My desire to feel Jack's cock inside me outweighed everything else" Toby said. "I hope you don't regret it. I love knowing I have Ric's bug inside of me" Mateo said. "No, I don't. I just realize I rushed into it. I went from having my first experience with a guy to being poz in only a few months" Toby said. "Have you pozzed anyone yet?" Ric asked. "Yeah... A friend when I was home last summer. It was strange being a top, but that only lasted a month, thankfully. After he converted he went back to being a top and me a bottom" Toby said. "So you don't want to be the one to do Gustavo..." Ric then asked. "No... I think I'll save that for someone that I'm closer to" he replied. A day later, the first message came and slowly Ric knew he felt more comfortable asking questions. Questions were one thing, putting out was another and Ric had resigned Gustavo to the flirt-but-no-play group. That meant he was lower priority than guys that were actively looking to hookup. Like João. They had been meeting a couple times a week and Ric watched him become more comfortable with his status each time. Ric and Mateo had taken several of his loads, always like the first time he bred Mateo with a dick fucking his ass. "I think you're the closest I am going to get to having one of my people fuck me" Gustavo sent one day. "Why? Are there no other gay guys from there going to school here?" Ric asked. He felt ignorant not knowing what country he was from. He didn't want to guess wrong and offend him. He knew there was a camaraderie and yet a rivalry between different South American countries. He preferred the camaraderie of his fellow brown queers, even if he didn't speak their language. "No. All straight. I've never been with anyone from Brazil while I've been here for school, only at home" he replied. Ric smiled, but sent back "Being poz will make it harder. Find your compadre before you play with poz guys." He had a few motives for his response. One was to slow the stream of messages from Gustavo and two to satisfy Gustavo's need for hooking up with a fellow countryman. "Yes, u are right" Gustavo sent back. The messages didn't slow down, though, and Ric thought they might have gotten more intense. Gustavo even stopped by occasionally to talk face to face. They had been talking for over two hours when a text message came from João. "Free now?" he asked. It was his code for "I am very horny. Can we fuck?" and Ric laughed to himself. He typed back "Mateo not here. Talking with a friend. 5 min." Ric told Gustavo "A friend needs some help with an assignment. It's been good talking with you again." He had been trying to end the conversation for almost thirty minutes since it seemed to be going in circles. Gustavo hinting that he wanted to have sex but completely afraid of getting infected. Ric only had covered sex with clients and if his dick went into Gustavo, it would be bare. Gustavo nodded and asked one final question "Do you regret it?" "No, not at all. I've done a lot of things that I never would have, so the pluses outweigh the downsides" Ric said. Gustavo got up and opened the door to head back to his room. João was standing there and both gasped. "Do you know each other?" Ric asked. João pushed Gustavo back into the room and closed the door. "What are you doing here?" João asked him in Portuguese. Ric realized he wasn't going to be part of this conversation and sat back on the bed, trying to understand what he could. Gustavo told him that they were just talking. "Nothing more? No sex?" João then asked. Gustavo replied "No" and looked disappointed. "I didn't know you knew Ric, too. I will let him help you with your school work" Gustavo said. João looked confused but replied "Yes, I live at the other end of the floor." Ric could tell that Gustavo was nervous around João and wondered if he had a crush on him. "I should go, now" Gustavo said, switching back to English. Once Gustavo had left, Ric asked "Do you know him?" "Of course. He's from Brazil too. We sat next to each other on the plane coming back for this semester. He's a nice guy and a good football player, but he has a reputation since he is openly gay. Many guys don't want to be seen with him" João said. He thought a moment and then asked "Have you... had sex with him?" "No. He's too scared about HIV. I think he wants to, though. He's unhappy that he can't find any other gay Brazilians to have sex with and I guess I'm close enough" Ric replied, chuckling. "Oh? I know a few but I don't know if he would want them since they are older" João said. Ric laughed and said "To be honest, I think they could have three eyes, six fingers and a tail, as long as they were from your country." It took a few seconds for João to understand Ric's comment, but then he laughed too. A smile grew across his face before he said "I don't have a tail... or three eyes." "He has told me he is only a bottom, like you. If you know a top that might be interested, then you should give them a chance to decide for themselves" Ric replied. As João's smile turned to a wicked grin, he realized that he misunderstood. "You want to fuck him?" Ric asked. João nodded and said "Only if he understands what will happen. My playing days will be over as soon as I get my exam. There won't be a reason to hide anymore." "What exam?" Ric asked. "My medical exam. I get one every six months. When they find out I have HIV, they will kick me off the team. The other players will know I am gay too and won't want to play with me" João said. "Don't expect the worst. You might be surprised" Ric said. "Uh... do you want me to have him come back here?" Ric asked. He watched João nod, looking embarrassed that he was letting his urges drive his thoughts. Ric texted Gustavo and five minutes later there was a knock at the door. This time, Gustavo was excited and said "Ric said you wanted to ask me something." João nodded and asked "You wanted to have sex with us?" Gustavo nodded. "You understand that we will give you the bug, yes?" he then asked. "I know Ric will, yes" he said and then realized what João meant. "You too?" Gustavo asked and it was João's turn to nod. He thought about it only a moment and said "I am yours. Share your seeds and virus with me." Gustavo eagerly knelt in front of João and pulled his shorts down. Ric always knew when João was horny, since he only had his soccer shorts and a tank top on which made it easy for him to be naked in seconds. The shorts fell to his ankles and he kicked them to the side with the shirt joining them a half second later. João slipped back into Portuguese and Ric sat back, watching the pair. Ric noticed that João was taking a more dominant role and wondered if he was going to be needed to help João fuck Gustavo. After a few minutes of sucking, Gustavo leaned back and pulled his shirt off and then his shorts. He took the cock back into his mouth and João began to fuck his throat. The move surprised Ric and he slowly stroked his cock, watching the scene unfold. Several minutes later, João pulled Gustavo off his cock and said something to him, getting a vigorous nod from Gustavo. Gustavo turned around and showed João his jock framed ass. A pair of spit covered fingers lubed up the hole before João spit over the exposed ring. Without any hesitation, João pressed his uncovered cock to Gustavo's hole and pushed. It took a few tries, but Ric watched him finally penetrate Gustavo on his own. Moans came out of both of them as João held still just inside. He pulled out and added more spit before working his cock back in deeper. It was obvious that João didn't top much, but the longer he plowed, the more comfortable he looked. Ric could see that Gustavo was being patient and making sure that João lasted for more than a few minutes. The thrusts got faster and soon Gustavo was fucking back on João's cock. The fuck lasted twice as long as Ric expected and neither seemed to want it to end. João growled out and tried to delay the inevitable orgasm, but a minute later he thrust in hard and his body shook. Ric smiled, knowing that he was breeding Gustavo's hungry ass completely on his own with no help from a cock in his ass. The moan from the bottom was long and low as he milked the cock that was planted inside him. João stood there, shocked at what he'd just done, but slowly pulled back. He slowly sat down on the floor, dripping sweat and breathing heavily. Gustavo looked over at Ric and smiled, wiggling his ass to call him over. Ric chuckled and got off the bed, but he turned Gustavo around so he was facing João. The cum helped Ric force his cock into the tight hole. While João might have been thicker than average, he wasn't as thick as Ric was. The thrusts started slowly letting Gustavo adjust to the girth. There was still a note of pain in his moans, but he didn't show any signs of wanting Ric to stop. It was a short fuck since he'd been edging while João had fucked him. Just over ten minutes after he entered him, Ric's balls started to release their seed. He never went deep, trying to keep as much of João's venom inside as he could and add to it. Just like he had with João, Gustavo worked his ass to get every drop of cum that he could from Ric's cock. Ric slowly pulled out and even with a gentle fuck, he could tell that they had done some damage to Gustavo's guts. Once he'd pulled out completely Gustavo crawled over to João and sat next to him, holding him close and resting his head on João's shoulder. "We shouldn't have done that" João said, looking guilty. "You made my dream come true. It's a small price to pay. I am yours any time you want me" Gustavo said.

I'm 13/14 - Veteran. Apparently, I've been around a while, have interacted with a lot of people, Posted topics and commented on others. It think there's some value to each of those actions and they build over time. I'm still 2200 points away from becoming the Supreme (or whatever 15/15 is). When I do, I'll expect a crown and a scepter and the respect I deserve! :-p

thank you for saying what others are afraid to say. bullies are like roaches, they thrive in the dark. I agree. He is THE worst.

It gets me off submitting to men, especially men with bigger dicks than mine. There's no better way to submit to a man than to get on your knees and suck him off and let him blow a thick load in your mouth. Not to mention that sperm tastes absolutely amazing to me....

I get that with really thick loads. I still have my tonsils and if the load is thick and large enough some gets stuck in my tonsils and my voice does get scratchy. Every time I clear my throat the rest of the day I get to taste him all over again.

Had a friend who loved to lick that huge rosebud.

My wife never saw the video of me being used. Silver showed it to me the next time we met at the baths, I watched it while he and some friends reamed out my holes. I came repeatedly as I watched it, and stored it away carefully on a usb stick. My new girlfriend has asked to watch it, which makes me nervous. The next friday, after the party, my wife and I went and got tested. Shockingly, we were clean. Tested again at 3 weeks, and still clean at three months. My wife planned another, after about 6 months, but this time she took PrEP for two weeks before and after. Mr Black and Mr Silver came, and huge dick, and the hippy girl, and a half dozen new faces. The Trans girl was invited, but didn't show up. We later learned she was killed in a car accident the day before the party. Black, who had been topping her for years, since before she was legal age, went to the funeral. When he told me about it, he cried. The only time I have ever seen him even sad. A little after that second one, my wife learned I was sneaking off to the bathhouse. We had an open relationship, but it depended on always getting permission. I was afraid to tell her I was fucking men, and in the end she divorced me. I get sporadic booty calls, though never to anything group or public. She misses me, but doesn't want her friends to know she calls me up sometimes. Aside from those calls, we do not talk or meet. Mr Black and Mr Silver still get invited to her motel parties, they offered to abstain, but I told them not to be silly. They are better men than one might expect. Mr Black is in charge of the parties now, not that he and my ex are dating or anything, she remains single, he remains mainly gay. But he's intimidating, has access to pure drugs from the hospital (he's a nurse), and keeps his shit together well even when high. She's in good hands. Mr Black says that, just like me, she won't touch tina other than at these parties. She remains a successful and beautiful woman, with a prestige job, whom nobody would guess capable of this kind of animalistic and destructive sex. She controls her appetites far better than I did back then, which is what got me dumped. Several times, Black came to me still wet from her holes, so I could clean him. Something I found deliciously degrading. He offered to bring me to one of the blindfold parties, where she would have no idea, but he doesn't understand that I enjoyed it because she was MINE. Now that she is no longer my slut, she would just be a cock socket, and a sloppy one... There's nothing especially fun about that. Cock sockets are a dime a dozen. I turned down her last booty call. I've started dating a girl I knew from a long time ago, and I think I've seen the last of my ex wife, and maybe also of anonymous sex with men. My new girlfriend is very bi, and knows I am bi. She's already offered to find me guys, and to help them fuck me. She is poz, undetectable. Silver and Black would love to join us, I'm sure, and for chemsex perverts both those guys are remarkably decent, and respectful men. I have come to realize I am actually pretty straight. Sex with men, for me is about nothing but degradation or domination. There is no romance, no attractiveness. It's only women who intrigue me, who I can fall in love with. Black and Silver are decent guys when not fucking, we can have a beer, they have helped me move, but I could never see myself loving them. Writing the story you have just read was strange. I am sure almost all of you will consider it fiction, and wild fiction at that, but it all happened. Some of it was surely a blur, honestly I am not certain how many men showed up, I think more than I remember. Some used condoms, we found quite a few in the trash in the morning, but dozens of loads were shot into my wife, and at least five into me, for I've seen the video. The second blindfold party was just as intense, but all about her. Maybe I will write it up as well, all of the same things were done to her, but more as well. Some of the same people attended, including the hippy girl, and Black, and Silver, and the man with the unbelievable cock. I would still not believe that cock was real if I hadn't watched the video after sobering up. When she learned he was coming to the second party, was when my wife stopped wavering about having Black slam her again. I think she knew she would take him no matter what, but that only tina would let her enjoy it. She was less wasted the second time, less vulnerable, more aggressive. After that one, though, she tested positive for syphilis. Didn't stop her. We were planning a third one when our marriage fell apart. Mr Black says she went on Prep full time last year. He also says before her, he didn't find women all that interesting. Now he's identifying as bi... It may or may not be obvious, but I wrote the last parts of this while rolling on some very pure MDMA, and being cuddled by my new girlfriend. There were some tears, and a lot of giggles, but mostly this story closes off something. I have a new life now, informed by the experiences of the old one, but very much a new beginning. I hope you enjoy it, whether you believe it or not. Names and some details have been changed to make doxxing impossible, but everything happened pretty much as described, as far as your very wasted and filthy narrator can recall.

"Everyone, I am going to turn down her headphones because I want to talk to her. I want all of you to be completely silent until I turn the music back on and isolate her again, okay?' A chorus of agreement. I grabbed the iPhone that was sending her music to the bluetooth earbuds, and slowly dialled down the volume. Her head cocked, and she said 'honey the music went off!' 'I know, there is just the one guy here right now, and he brought something special.' I pause. 'Honey, I am not going to tell you what it is, but you get to tell me 'no' if you want to. Otherwise, I'm going to do it to you. I have made sure it's safe, but you will have to trust me.' All this time her hands haven't stopped rubbing lube into the tree trunk sized cock she is kneeling beside, and they still don't slow down as she says 'I want you to do whatever you want tonight. I told you that when we planned it.' 'Good girl!' I turned the music back up. 'You can talk again boys!, Mr Black? Kindly slam my wife with Tina!' A cheer went up. I got my phone ready and began recording. Mr Black is a nurse, so I record him as he takes her hand, and leads her to a chair. He puts the belt around her arm, and she cocks her head, not understanding. One of the men kisses her deep from the other side as Black quickly swabs her arm. 'I know you have no idea whats happening sweetie, but this man is about to give you the most intense party experience in existence'. The man drops to his knees and begins to lick her wet dripping cunt, and Black deftly pops the fine gauge point into her swollen vein. I record the flash, then pull back to get her face and arm as Black empties the barrel into her and releases the belt. She gives a short gasp, as Black lifts her arm up and presses on the puncture with cotton. She coughs, twice, and exclaims 'Oh my god!!!' Her free hand comes down to the back of her licker's head as she rips the biggest orgasm of her life and stands up in the middle of the room, spinning in a circle. 'Someone fuck my holes right now!' I Tackle her to the mattress, spread her legs and ram into her sloppy cunt, then roll over with her cowgirl. Mr silver kneels behind her and enters her cunt along with me and she begins to ram herself back onto us furiously. 'Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me' she chants in a set of guttural grunting moans. She slams back hard and holds us deep, I can feel my tip pressed against her cervix as silver continues to thrust, then groans 'Fucking filthy whore!' as he empties a huge load into her cunt and all over my cock. He pulls away, and Black comes up, placing the tip of his 9 thick inches at her asshole, and laughing 'Tweaker bitch, you like that?!' as she presses her holes back on both of us. I pull her face down to me roughly, using her curly pigtails as handles, and kiss her hard and deep, she screams into my mouth, 'Huuuuuurrtttt meeeeeee!' as my large cock and his huge one fill her to over flowing. The feeling of Blacks cock rubbing mine through the thin flesh of my wife is incredible, and just a few strokes later black shudders and fills her asshole with sperm. Black pulls away, and the two brothers join, one taking her mouth above me, the other her asshole. The three of us work together, keeping all her holes full, and she gags from the vicious throat thrusts making her other holes clench. The two brothers cum together, my wife taking her 8th and 9th loads of the evening. The tree trunk comes over. I look at him. 'All three holes, friend, she's all yours!' He pulls her to standing, and bends her over the small table in the corner of the room. He shackles one ankle to each table leg, and pushes her down, belly to the wood. Her rush is slowing, and she is panting. 'Fuck, don't stop, fucking kill me with cock!'. He steps to her face, and tries to force his cock in, it's too big to fit in her mouth. She tries, then pleads 'Put it in my cunt, wreck me with it!' I am getting the whole thing on video, as he stands behind her and sllllloooooowwwwwwllllllllyyyyyy slides into her battered and swollen pussy. She makes a shuddering moaning sound, as he hits bottom with only half his shaft inside, and cums again, her contractions causing cum and lube to dribble out her asshole. All on video.

Thursday daytime My cock sprang to life and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed the balls and started pushing them one at a time back in my ass, after taking off my wedding ring of course. Each ball slipped in, a little resistance at first at the pop in slipped in slamming into my prostate. Watching myself in the mirror , moans and gasp escaping from me I watched myself in the mirror as sweat broke out . Once all the balls were back in place I grabbed my poppers and took 3 hits and started jacking my cock. Squeezing my ass muscles I felt the balls shift in my hole rubbing my prostate and sending the best feeling shoot through my body. 3 more hits and I was getting close, 4 hits and I knew what I was ready to do. So close and about to shoot my hand grabbed the looped rope and yanked hard, wrenching the balls from my ass just as my orgasm crested spraying he mirror and counter, my knees gave out and I fell to the ground shuddering and sweating. Waves of pleasure making my body quiver. In a haze I looked up and saw my glassy eyes in the mirror as I pulled myself up and began licking my cum from the counter, looking myself in the eyes as my tongue made wide swipes across the glass, some of the cum dripped onto my chin, my breath fogging the glass. Panting I made my way to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed for work. I grabbed another bottle of the energy water to drink on the way to work and headed in, every time I thought back to this morning my cock grew hard and leaked precum. I was glad I had on a jock strap and wore dark pants otherwise I knew there would be a noticeable spot. Once I got to work it was much better, I was so distracted and horny all day long that my mind kept drifting and my cock stayed hard. Due to this it took me forever to get my usual workload done and before I knew it the clock said 8 pm. Fuck well no working out for me tonight. Leaning back in my chair I heard the door open and glance up. The night cleaning crew must be here, I knew the guy that cleaned my office decently well as this was not my first time staying late, though it was the first time because I was horny. Looking at him made my cock twitch. He nodded hello and in his Slavic accent asked if it was ok for him to clean my office. Nodding I said yes as I was just going to pack up and head out. Reaching into my bag I grabbed the second bottle of water that day and downed it. My heart racing and cock throbbing. I heard a cellphone go off and looked at the cleaning guy as he answered it. He nodded twice and then walked over to me, my mind became fuzzy as he put the phone to my ear and I heard the no familiar voice and its litany. Nodding my head I mumbled a thank you. Standing up I moved around my desk and began stripping off my clothes while the cleaner watch. Once I was down to my black jockstrap I kneeled and looked up. The cleaner reached into the pocket of his work pants and pulled out a small brown bottle. Steeping close to me he pressed it to my right nostril holding my left closed. I inhaled deeply. He repeated on the left side, again inhaling deeply. Right.Left.Right. Left. My head was spinning as he looked down at me. Drool came out of my mouth and dripped down my smooth chest. The cleaner reached up and unzipped his cleaner crew suit, reveling a white jock strap and a 8 inch uncut cock, precum beading at the tip and getting ready to drip. He point to the floor and I knew to lay down and open my mouth. He slowly milked his cock while standing above me. Dripping precum into my mouth. A steady leaking stream that tasted sweet and made me want more. He slowly began to jack his cock harder, his breathing quickened, he aimed his cock to my chest and I felt the cum hit me, 8 strong blasts coated my chest and abs. The cleaner walked around and bent down, swiping his hand through the mess on me and gathering the cum up. He presented his hand and I dutifully lifted my head and lapped up all he had to offer, sucking the cum from his finger and palm. My own cock was straining against the jock strap and I desperately wanted release. And just like that he zipped up and walked away, leaving me a heaving mess on the floor of my office.

Here's the next installment, another long build-up. Hope it's not a spoiler, but finally: MORE FUCKING! I promise I'll try to keep going...I've got ideas...it just takes longer to get them worked out as the story gets more complex. _________________________________ Chapter 14)“You don’t have to wait with me,” I said. Mike smiled, shrugged and said, “I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Mike and I were waiting for my parents to arrive; I’d gotten a text from my mom about a half hour ago that their flight had landed. We sat on the porch swing that hung on the verandah in front of the frat house. It was a pleasant day, a little cool, reminding me that soon the trees would be decked out for fall. I had on a black raincoat and a heavy cotton sweater over jeans and purple t-shirt, but I shivered a little and moved closer to Mike, craving the additional body warmth. Among other things. Not being able to fuck with him was pretty much driving me berserk, last night notwithstanding. He casually slipped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him; he was in jeans and a white, long sleeved football jersey along with a dark green zippered hoodie. Almost everyone else was either at the library, the gym or class. I wondered if a note from my parents would excuse me from missing the second session of my western civilization class and the first meeting of the anthropology course I’d signed up for. I saw a dark sedan drive slowly up the street and spotted my mom riding shotgun, Dad in the driver’s seat; the car pulled over. I could see Mom was wearing enormous sunglasses. The car doors opened, so we stood and started down the steps to meet them. Mom, brunette, slim and petite, was dressed in what I thought of as her travelling reporter’s outfit: a simple pale blue top, a multi-colored silk scarf at her neck, navy pantsuit, black ankle boots with a modest heel, topped off with a navy trench coat. Dad, fair-haired, tall and lanky but with a slightly soft belly, was in khakis and an olive green suede blazer with an off-white oxford shirt and a pair of coppery brown brogues. “Darren!” my mother exclaimed in a hoarse voice as soon as she saw me. She left Dad in the dust, running towards me as I moved down the front walk to meet her, then nearly strangled me with a hug. I could feel her shoulders shaking slightly, and knew she was crying. “I’m fine,” I said, my own eyes a little wet, at the same time embarrassed by the display of emotion. “But I’m really glad you’re here.” She pulled back, and gently kissed my bruised cheek. “Is that better?” she said, sniffling and dabbing at her eyes behind their concealing shades with a tissue. “Just what I needed, a mother’s kiss.” She hugged me again, as if needing further reassurance that I was really still in once piece and not irreparably damaged. Dad walked slowly, looking tired and upset. The atmosphere felt a little brittle, so I assumed they’d been arguing. But that was nothing new; they’d disagree, pout for a few days and then finally work it out. I hoped this would be as easily resolved, since it seemed like Mom blamed my dad for my situation, at least in part – and she was fiercely protective of me, her only child. Maybe if I actually read her memoir I’d understand her better, but it felt too icky. From what I’d heard there were reproductions of ultrasounds of me, that she went into the gory details of tracking her periods and scheduling sex with Dad, not to mention the whole IVF thing. I hadn’t even known the book existed until I was 14 and some jerk at school found it and used it to make fun of me, reading passages aloud and posting stuff on Facebook until my mom called his mom and got her to take it away from him with generalized talk of starting a new series of articles on schoolyard bullying and the internet. She decided to go ahead with the articles anyway, which I’d always took to mean that the response she got seriously pissed her off. I turned to my father and said, “Thanks for coming.” He did something very unusual for him: he hugged me. “Of course. There shouldn’t have been any question we’d come, I’m sorry.” Hmm. Maybe that hangdog look wasn’t just an argument with Mom. I think he was embarrassed and guilty that he’d dismissed me and forced me to prove to him I hadn’t concocted the whole thing as an excuse to return to New York. And after all that gave work as a reason he couldn’t come when I asked. I wonder what they’d think when I said I wanted to stay if the question even arose. Meeting Mike and Carlos and Aiden and Aaron and Ike had made all the difference. I turned held out my hand to Mike, who was behind me, and drew him forward. “Mom and Dad, this is Mike, my closest friend here…” Before I could continue, my mother said “I recognize you – you’re…aren’t you one of the young men who saved my son?” her voice cracking. Mike looked a little taken aback. “Yeah, but I had help…” he began. My mother launched herself at him and pulled him into the same strangling hug as she had me. Well she was more or less my height so she couldn’t easily reach his neck, but she might have cracked one of his vertebra or dislocated one of his ribs. Mike looked a little startled but returned her embrace, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Thank you,” she sobbed, over and over again. “I read your book,” Mike said. “I know just how important he is to you, and all of us here care about him a lot.” My mother finally relinquished her grasp, calmed herself and began fishing in her shoulder bag for a fresh tissue. I’d come prepared and handed her the little pack of tissue that I’d put in my jacket pocket. She gave me her “oh my baby is so sweet and thoughtful” look. Ick. My father seemed a little more wary, but extended his hand and added his thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, sir,” Mike said with impeccable manners. I guess his born-again Christian family had valued etiquette. “I couldn’t have done anything else. I’m just sorry the whole thing happened and the worry and upset it’s caused you and Mrs. Leibowitz.” “I’m Mimi to you,” she said with a watery smile. Wow, she’d decided she liked him if she was having him use her nickname already, and hadn’t immediately informed him that she’d kept her maiden name. Mom would be on my side, no problems. “Come in,” I invited them. “Where’s your luggage?” “In the car, angel,” my mom said. “We have hotel reservations, but we can check in later. I couldn’t wait to see you,” she said, giving my arm a squeeze. I could see my parents appraising the house as we entered, the slightly battered parquet floor in the entry hall and the communal living room with its worn but comfortable furniture upholstered in brown, beige and yellow plaid, cream colored walls devoid of decoration, threadbare muddy brown carpet, a banged up coffee table and a scattering of mismatched chairs. All the stuff was probably at least 20 or 25 years old. Aiden, in a skin-tight shirt that showed off his muscles (thankfully with a pair of baggy sweat pants) was curled up on the sofa reading, but put down his text book and stood to greet us. I made the introductions, and like clockwork he was offering refreshments. “We have Danish and muffins, coffee, juice, tea, water…?” “We don’t want to interrupt your study time,” my mom said. “Not a problem,” Aiden reassured. It was as if they would starve if he didn’t feed them. Immediately. “Some coffee would be welcome then,” my dad said, looked at my mom for confirmation, and at her nod added, “make it two.” There was a slightly awkward pause as we waited; I motioned for them to have a seat, and they each took one of the two armchairs that made a group with the sofa, where I’d seated myself. Great. Not sitting together and me right in the middle. “Why don’t I go help Aiden,” Mike said, tactfully exiting. I felt like screaming DON’T LEAVE ME YOU COWARD! Tact is overrated. “How was the trip?” I said to fill up the quiet. “Okay,” Dad said. “We were able to get an early flight,” my mother added. “You must be exhausted,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hotel, or at least lie down?” Attempting to put off the inevitable… “We’re tired, but not sleepy if that makes any sense,” my mom said. I could see that her eyes were red and slightly puffy now that the sunglasses were off. “And we really need to find out…” Dad started. “Here we go,” said Aiden who was carrying a tray with five mugs of coffee, a carton of milk, a box of sugar, some spoons and napkins with the tell-tale Dunkin’ Donuts logo. Mike followed him with boxes of doughnuts and muffins. I assumed that this was courtesy of Daddy Scorpio or another of the Gang of Five. Saved by the coffee service. Phew! It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to them. I just wasn’t quite ready and especially didn’t want to do it alone. The next few minutes were taken up with coffee preferences and selecting something to eat. That my mom unbent enough to eat a blueberry muffin, the closest thing to the healthy fare she mandated at home, told me that she was pretty fatigued. I felt a pang; maybe I shouldn’t have insisted that they immediately come here, it could have waited. But that wasn’t true – we had to get ahead of the curve. If we delayed those slippery bastards would figure out a way to stonewall the entire thing. Now was the time to strike, while they were scared, disorganized and hopefully hadn’t yet contacted the university president or the dean or whoever and put their own spin on everything that had happened. After we’d all sipped coffee and nibbled at muffins or Danish for a few minutes in silence, my Dad said “We need to talk about what happened, Darren. And find out just what the hell is going on…” His voice had gotten progressively louder and more agitated. “Ken, darling,” my mother interrupted. “We agreed that we’d speak about this calmly.” “I’m calm,” he grumbled. “Not if you’re already starting to shout and curse.” “I wasn’t shouting,” he said irritably. “Maybe Aiden and I should leave you alone,” Mike said. “No!” I exclaimed immediately. I answered my father’s thousand yard stare (he could give hardened prison inmates a run for their money) by saying “They’re my friends and this involves them, too. So we can talk while they’re here.” The trick with my dad was to come straight back at him. Otherwise, he’d flatten you like a steamroller. He clutched his hair in his right hand and gave an explosive breath, then breathed more deeply and said. “Fine. Please tell us what’s going on,” he said with an air of enforced calm, glancing at my mom who nodded her approval. “You should know that we decided we had to watch the entire video you sent.” That’s what Mom meant when she said she recognized Mike. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It was a little too close for comfort, but then again my mom had written in detail about her menstrual periods in The New York Times. “It was…shocking,” said my mother, gently, clearly tamping down her reaction. “You kept saying that the situation was complex, sweetie. Can you explain it to us now that we’re here?” “It’s kind of a long story. Mike, Aiden, feel free to add stuff or correct me, you’ve been here longer.” I told them my edited version of events. I have to give it to them, they managed to keep quiet while I explained how the entire fraternity had been subjected to the same kind of abuse that I had been, and that it had been covered up by the Gang of 5. “In other words, the football coach, the dean of students and the heads of the major academic departments treat this fraternity like it’s a harem of young men for their personal pleasure?” my mother said, outrage spiking her voice. So much for calm discussion. “Pretty much, Mom.” “Why the fuck did your ‘friends’ choose YOU to be the one to blow this up?” my father erupted. “I volunteered when they told me what was going on.” I said back as calmly as I could. My dad was yanking at his hair again. “Why did you do that?” he said in a tone of resigned despair. If he wasn’t cursing, he was really at the end of his rope. Time to go in for the kill. “Because the actual situation is even worse,” I answered furiously, finally losing my temper. “The coach is HIV positive, and he’s deliberately had unsafe sex with every single member of this frat. Including me.” That shut them up. Both of them looked stunned. “I’m on medication to stop it, I got it in time. Mike made sure I got there in time,” I corrected myself. “That’s why it had to be me. Coach Zetcher controls the flow medications to frat members to keep them in line. Most of these guys can’t tell their families and can’t afford the medication without his help. I can do both.” More silence. “The way it works is that after a pledge is infected, he’s basically imprisoned in this house, and the dean and heads of major academic departments are allowed to do whatever they like with him sexually in return for altering attendance records and bringing him class work. Otherwise, the logical thing to do as soon as possible would be get treatment before the virus can take hold. And as far as I know once seroconversion happens, they kind of lose interest in the new guy, and go looking elsewhere.” Aiden and Mike offered confirmatory nods. My parent’s faces were ashen. “How long has this been going on?” my dad finally asked. “About twelve years,” Mike answered. “This is one hell of a mess,” my father said. “That’s the understatement of the century,” my mom added. Dad visibly steeled himself. “You have more video?” “Yeah,” I said. “We got all five of them.” He sighed deeply. “I’m going to have to get an associate and a paralegal here and make this an official pro-bono case at my firm on an emergency basis, and get someone else to act as lead. I can’t work on this at all past today. Any defense attorney with any sense will use that you’re my son to try and counter my legal arguments. Oh, God, I have to resign from the board here, too.” “Can’t you just cut a deal?” I asked. “You know, get some money for everyone affected and demand the resignations of the faculty members?” “Darren, this is criminal activity. I can’t cover it up or I risk my entire career. All the members of the fraternity are going to have to give statements to the police.” I made a face, and shot an apologetic look at Mike and Aiden, neither of whom looked happy. Interpreting Mike and Aiden’s expressions correctly my dad said, “The police will be discrete. But right now we’re going to pay a call on the Chancellor,” my father finished, grimly. “I need you and Mike to come with us.” “Better take a copy of the video,” said Aiden who left us to go retrieve it from the room he shared with Carlos. Quentin James, the Chancellor (to whom I took an instant dislike), was a tall, unctuous, well-groomed silver-haired man who oozed greasy charm. His office seemed to me to be over-furnished with ostentatiously expensive modern furniture and art. The frat house we lived in was all beat up, and this guy was blowing the money from our tuition on glossy, trendy Eurotrash furnishings and décor. So it was gratifying to watch him not only suck up to my parents after we arrived, but then all but hyperventilate when they explained to him why we were there, and show him a brief clip of the video. He stuttered, “But…but…no…no complaints have been made about anything like this before. How could we have known if the students affected haven’t stepped forward?” I glanced at Mike and did a double-take; I could see the rage radiating off him. “What about Alan Jennings?” he demanded. “Alan Jennings made wild, unsubstantiated accusations…” the Chancellor stopped, his eyes wide with horror. “And now they’re substantiated,” Mike snapped. “You can’t hide behind not knowing when you refused to look.” “Oh my God,” the Chancellor said, as the reality was borne in on him. “We’ll have to find him and apologize and reinstate his scholarship…” “Too late,” Mike bit out. “He committed suicide this past summer.” The silence was thick and heavy. Mike’s fury made me wonder what his relationship with Alan Jennings had been – was I his replacement? “So, Quentin,” my dad said, “you now have a huge pile of crap to deal with. I’m going to resign from the Board of Advisors, and I suggest you convene a meeting of the faculty and administration as soon as possible. I can’t be involved on either side beyond today because of my connections here at the University and that my son is a victim of multiple crimes at the hands of your faculty members, and likely lead plaintiff in what’s going to be the class action law suit of the century.” “I’m terribly sorry, Darren, about what you’ve been through…” the Chancellor began. “That’s sweet,” I interrupted, “but if you’d listened and investigated earlier it wouldn’t have happened.” “Let’s be clear: we’re not here just because it’s our son,” my mother said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. “Every one of those boys – no, those beautiful young men is somebody’s son. And this institution has failed miserably at ensuring their physical and emotional safety.” “Ms. Sachs, please, don’t tell me you’re going to write about this.” “Once the investigation is under way, just try and stop me.” “I’m going to tap one of my colleagues to represent my son and his friend’s interests. You should expect to hear from Geoffrey Ward and I assume that he will receive your full cooperation,” he said with his best aggressive smile that wasn’t at all warm. Uncle Jeffy! It’d be as good as having Dad represent us. He wasn’t really my Uncle, but he and my dad had been roommates at Yale law and our families spent a lot of time together. As we walked out of the building Dad took Mom’s hand, then turned and smiled at me and Mike. “I’ve never liked that guy, and told them not to hire him. With any luck, he’ll be out on his ass along with other garbage.” My parents drove to check in at their hotel and insisted on taking Mike and me out for lunch. They dropped us at the house and went back to the hotel to begin work: Dad on his phone while using a work station in the hotel’s business center, setting up arrangements for Uncle Jeffy along with a reasonably sized staff come and set up shop. Mom had already called The New York Times to alert them to the situation so that they could send a crime reporter. She was planning to work on a first draft of a column on her ever-present laptop. They said they’d come to the house that night and order a Chinese food banquet for everyone. When in doubt, feed them was my mom’s motto. Mike had organic chemistry lab that afternoon. And as it worked out, I was able to get to my anthropology seminar after all. We were all interviewed by the police after the legal team arrived; my medical records were offered as proof, though the video was incontrovertible evidence. The legal wheels began to grind, slowly but steadily. My parents ended up staying for the entire week. Every night they made sure that we were all well-fed: pizza one night, barbecue another, deli sandwiches, and then for Friday night my mom made her world-famous sloppy joes along with French fries and ordered an immense chocolate cake for dessert, with a large salad as the nod towards healthful eating. Needless to say, Mom and Dad were very popular. As they were getting ready to leave my dad said to me, “I don’t know, I’m still not 100% sure about your staying here.” “Ken, I think he’ll be fine here. And if I feel good about it, then it has to be safe for him.” “You mean this little Rottweiler we birthed?” he said throwing his arm around my shoulders and giving me an affectionate squeeze. “I’m not worried about him. It’s these guys,” he said, gesturing at Mike, Aiden, Carlos, Aaron and Ike who’d come to see them off. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourselves into?” They exploded with laughter, while I looked at my dad through narrowed eyes and said, “You are so not funny,” while trying not to laugh myself. A week later, we had a fraternity-members only party. Some former members who didn’t live too far away came, too. I’d been elected social director, so I decided that Aiden, Aaron and I would get things started by doing a karaoke version of last summer’s hot song “Bang, Bang,” with me taking Jesse J’s lines, Aiden took Arianna Grande’s part and Aaron committed to learn Nikki Minaj’s rap. We all wore tight jeans and t-shirts, flirting with the crowd. And that was all it took to set in motion our first monthly orgy. Even though he’d been relieved of his faculty position, was out on bail, and not supposed to be within 50 feet of any of us, we managed to smuggle in Larry, our newest cum slut recruit. Having finally been freed of all inhibitions, he was completely insatiable. Making up for lost time I guess. There was a line of guys waiting to bang him, even though he was on his back, one guy fucking his ass, another getting sucked and rimmed by him, a third and fourth in his hands and the fifth rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso. They kept shifting positions: as soon as the guy in his ass unloaded, the one who was being sucked and rimmed shoved his dick up the formerly straight ass, the guy who’d been rubbing his dick against Larry’s torso was at his mouth, one of the hand jobs moved to his chest, and one of the guys waiting in line grabbed the unoccupied hand and guided it to his dick. Larry must have taken about 50 loads that night. Personally, I passed on doing it with him. I was more into being fucked after my enforced anal celibacy. I started with Mike in one of the arm chairs. We undressed each other, I straddled him in the chair and then we were kissing, his hands running over my back and torso, his fingers slipping down to tease my ass. My back arched, and his lips replaced his hands on my chest as he supported me. I sat and rubbed my asshole over his rapidly hardening cock; we were both so hot for it after waiting two weeks for me to heal (on orders from the grumpy nurse practitioner) that we didn’t need a heck of a lot of foreplay. He’d snagged a jar of Vaseline, and was putting a glob of it on and in my butthole, while I rubbed some of the greasy stuff over his huge, twitching, drooling dick. Then I was positioning myself so that the head of his cock was pressed up against my tight hole, and I began to push down. It burned like the first time, which made it like a new beginning: losing my virginity — TAKE TWO, AND………….ACTION!!!!! Mike kept me from going too fast, concerned that I’d hurt myself again. So I pushed steadily, feeling my body reshape to accommodate that thick piece of meat. Finally I could tell I was fully impaled on his rod from the feel his pubic hair against my butt. We were panting and kissing feverishly; my dick was hard and oozing because his dick was hitting my internal hotspot. I rose up a little with his hands supporting my thighs and then down. “OH, honey, that’s incredible,” he whispered in my ear. Like always, even though there were guys all around us having sex and not being quiet about it, we could have been alone, so intense our connection. I rose again, and since he was holding me, I could let one hand dangle behind me, trailing over his balls as I rose and fell, gradually faster, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold still and began thrusting up as I pushed down, both of us grunting, moaning, humping, straining until Mike gave an incoherent shout, slammed hard against me, wrapped his arms around me as he shot a two-day load of cum inside me. I was stroking and tickling his balls, wanting every drop, though I doubted this would be the only time we’d fuck that night. I wouldn’t stop rocking on his dick as he gasped with the pleasure of the satiny embrace of my asshole milking him dry, and then I was shooting my own load between us, splashing our chests and even hitting both our faces. I sagged against him and we kissed languidly. “I’ve really missed that,” I murmured in his ear. He didn’t answer, just stroked my back with long, gentle caresses. I pulled off of him, stood and then felt a pair of warm muscular arms going around me, and a pair of hands covering my eyes. “Guess who this is,” a familiar voice – immediately identifiable as Carlos by his Spanish accent – whispered in my ear. “Uh, Rafael Nadal?” I said teasingly. “No, I got a better ass than his.” “Ooh, Rafael Alancar?” I joked. I’d discovered some of his vids – all disappointingly with condoms – online one night while I was trying to relieve my sexual tensions. “No, my dick is WAY bigger than his.” “Then it has to be Carlos,” I said and pushed back against him. His dick was probably bigger than any porn star’s, and best of all he was right here with me. And a complete sweetheart, not some drug-addled shithead who was more interested in showing off than in fucking. “Third time’s the charm,” he said as I turned in his arms, and our lips met, then our tongues as we tore into one another. He grabbed me and hoisted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. He was strong enough to carry me to the sofa, where he knelt, never breaking the kiss, his hands free now to stroke and pet, massaging the cum on my chest into my skin, licking it off my face while his immense dick pressed against me in the crease where my thigh met the groin. My hands were going crazy, touching every inch of his smooth, muscular body that I could reach. He moved to kiss my neck, kissing, licking, biting; I slipped a hand between us and played with his huge, low-hanging balls, and was able to just graze his butthole with my fingers. That made him groan, and kiss me more forcefully; then he stood and was turning his back, pushing that beautiful, round bubble ass in my face for me to worship. Aaron joined us, licking Carlos’ dick. Carlos reached back, and pulled my head more securely against his ass and ordered, “That’s it, baby, lick that man’s asshole, eat me.” “I want to try something new with him,” Aaron said, and whispered in Carlos’ ear as I continued my ass worship, sniffing deeply his pungent, masculine scent, licking, kissing and then sticking my tongue up inside his asshole. He moved away, playing with his dick which was leaking pre-cum, and Aaron brought his dick to my lips and fucked my face for a minute. He kissed me on the mouth, and then licked it, enjoying the taste and smell of Carlo’s ass. Then Aaron was sitting next to me. “Sit on my cock, Darr,” he ordered. He didn’t have to ask twice; he slid in easily with the mixture of Mike’s cum and the Vaseline easing the way. Then I felt another dick probing at my butthole. I jumped, startled, and that’s when Carlos wrapped his arms around me, and began to push his dick inside me right on top of Aaron’s. “I’m not sure about this,” I said. “Relax, baby, relax,” Carlos murmured, his arms tightening. “I know you can take it, and it’s going to be awesome. You’re going to get the best prostate bang and two hot loads inside your sweet little hole.” His dirty talk made me want it now, no matter how hard it was going to be. Carlos pushed in steadily while Aaron and I kissed open-mouthed. Finally I could feel the root of Carlos’ immense cock against me, and he drew back slowly and then pushed inside of me. And again…and again…faster, harder. Aaron was moaning and thrusting and it was as if fireworks were going off inside of me. Carlos had not been kidding, I was getting the prostate rub of my life as they fucked me. Aaron was first, voicing a grunt that got progressively louder, “Unh, Unh, Unh…UNHHAAAAAAOH, I’m cumming!” he groaned. That set off Carlos, whose thrusts went wild, ramming against me, not letting up on the pace until he rammed against me and froze, shouting in Spanish. And that set me off, my prostate, which had been thoroughly pummeled, releasing another load. Aaron reached down and played with my balls, while Carlos thrust in and out while my sphincters clenched and released. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa. I felt languid, satiated for the time being, and even though I was in a room full of men noisily having sex, I leaned against Aaron, closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.

Wednesday Night I made it to the gym and head to the locker room, I needed to change into different shoes, mainly because I hate tracking dirt all over the gym from outside. Went to my locker open it up and staring at me were two water bottles. I know I hadn’t put them there and there was a not attached to one that said “Drink Me”. These ones looked slightly different from the usually ones, they had a tinge of almost dark brown yellow, I figured they must just be a stronger formula. I grabbed one and brought it to my lips. It was warm from being in the locker and tasted a bit acrid but I just chugged it right down and kept going until the bottle was empty. Feel a bit of a flush I head out to the gym floor and over to the free weights. While walking over I noticed Cashier from the porn shop doing cardio on the treadmill, I don’t remember him being part of my gym but I smiled and nodded hello on my way past. He gave a slight nod and a smirk and kept running. The sweat was pouring form his body into his black tank and shorts. Over in the free weight area I started with some light curls and then some flys to working my upper body hard. Seated arms raises and some triceps flex. Did some skull crushers and by that time almost an hour had past. I didn’t see cashier in the cardio area anymore and I was feeling a bit sore. Since the butt plug was still in my ass I know I was going to do any squats. As it was the motions I had been going through and the hard bench had worked the plug in my hole pretty well. A noticeable bulge was sneaking down my shorts. Back in the locker room I decided relaxing stint in the steam room would be a great idea. I went to my locker and took off my clothes and noticed a message on my phone. I checked into my voicemail and heard that voice again, my mind was fuzzy, sweat broke out all over my body, my cock pulsed and dripped precum before the end. “Thank you sir” escaped my lips and I grabbed the other bottle and drained it before wrapping a towel around my waist and making my way to the steam room. Once inside the steam was tick as fuck today, I could barely make out the other side of the room. My bare feet slapped against the wet tiles as I made my way to the back and pulled my towel off to slay it down on the bench. The door to the room opened and I saw a tall shape coming towards me. I smiled when I saw it was the Cashier, his body swollen form his workout. I stood up to greet him and he leaned in, whisper things in my ear I can’t recall, it all came out so fast. He pulled away and I nodded knowing what to do. I turned around and got on my knees and present my plug. His hand roved all over my hairless body, grasping the plug firmly in his hand he started to pull. A moan escaped m lips and I bit my hand trying not to make any noise. Finally the pug came out of my hole with an audible plop noise and a sigh escaped my lips. My hand crept back feeling my hole, what once had been tight now stayed open, gaping as if waiting to be filled. A finger slide around the outside of the hole and a moan escaped my lips. The cashier leaned on my back; I could feel his sweat on me, his caged metal cock pressing against my hole. He whispered in my ear again and my world started to fade. The last clear image was of 6 guys coming out of the steam before everything went black……. Thursday Morning I woke up in my bed slightly disoriented not knowing how I got home last night. All I remember was going into the steam room and seeing the Cashier and then everything got very fuzzy. My hand glided down my smooth body, tweaking my nipples making a moan starting my my chest and emerge from my parted lips. I shifted my body and felt something move. Looking down my hand looked different and I couldn’t figure out why, but it looked very strange. I slowly got up from my bed and gasp and I felt the shift happen in my ass again. Making my way to the bathroom I turned around expecting to see the safety catch for my plug and instead found a loop of rope. Grabbing hold of it I begin to pull with my hand while pushing with my ass muscled. A giant read ball popped out making my cock drip and a sigh issue form my lips. I kept pulling and another popped out, the sensation was incredible. The benwa balls were rubbing across my prostate as each one slid from my stretched hole. I was starting to feel empty again. The 5th ball popped out and still rope was in my ass. I pull slowly and felt something squishy sliding out. And stared in amazement, tied at the end was a condom full of cum. I wasn’t sure how many guy contributed to it but I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the scissors for the bathroom sink, snipped the condom and poured the whole contents into my mouth. Savoring all the loads as then slid down my throat, tasting the different mingled flavors. Something was still weird there was a light string almost like dental floss still attached to the end of the benwa balls. I pulled the string carefully I didn’t even feel it in my gaping hole. Something popped out of my ass and swung from the end of the string. Looking down in horror I realized then why my hand looked odd and different. Attached to the string behind the condom full of who know whose loads, was my wedding ring…….

Wednesday Morning Making my way to the bathroom I checked myself in the mirror. Looking at my face it was definitely a shaving day. My usual neat goatee was looking a bit scruffy and needed a trim, looking over my body I ran my hair through my thick chest hair, scratching it, felt really good. Staring at my face in the mirror I wondered what I would look like without the goatee and stubble. Oh well need to get showered and cleaned up. Hopping in the shower I start running my hands all over. Soapy my pecs and abs, washing my cock and balls and my furry pits. My hands started to soap up my ass, kneading the cheeks they drifted closer to my hole. Right away I noticed a difference. Where once I was a air tight a soap finger easily slipped in. A moan escaped my lip and a second finger joined it, then a third. My hole seemed on fire need more. I began to truly finger fuck myself. Working deeper and deeper, I turn my head and my eyes saw the toys on the bathroom counter. The two plugs still left and the dildo, the next thing I knew I was dripping wet and walking to the night stand to grab the poppers from my drawer. Heading back into the running shower I grabbed the dildo and the jar of abolene my wife uses for removing her make up. Having used it once or twice for my own popper fueled edge sessions I knew it was a great lube. I uncapped the poppers and took 6 hits , 3 on each side. My breathing became deeper and my hole hungry. I needed to be filled. I slather up the dildo and gentle touched it to my hole. Just that touch sent desire coursing through my body. I began to push on it, it wasn’t moving, I pushed hard feeling my hole stretch and finally with a gasp of pain touched with pleasure the head popper in. I gasped, unable to to much else as my hole adjusted. I then slowly took it out, popping it back in and gyrating my hips. Again and again I was taking little thrusts of the cock. I took the bas and planted it on the floor of the tub. I angled the water so it was hitting me right in the chest. I got on my knees and pressed down again. Bouncing a little I rode the first 4 inches of the dildo. Sweat pouring from me and mixing with the water. Looking over I grabbed my poppers again. Daring myself I took 10 hits. 5 on each side. The need was pulsing. I could feel my hole throbbing around the dildo, I began riding it again fast and fast. I got up on the balls of my feet for a different angle and felt it hitting something deep in my hole. I changed my angle again to keep hitting that spot. 2 more hits of poppers. I was moaning constantly now, want the fucking to never end. I went to readjust myself again to get at my hole a different angle. While moving my foot out it slipped on the wet tub floor, I had half a second of panic before my weight dropped me down on the rest of the dildo. Something gave way in my and I felt my entire ass spasm, quaking around the dildo. Tremors ripped through my body and the biggest orgasm I had ever felt rocketed through my body. My ass pulsed and kept pulsing, I flopped on the tub floor like a fish unable to control myself, spread through me radiating from my hole I arched my back and the dildo shot form me hitting the other side of the bathtub. Spent I lay there as the water kept raining down on me. I gasped for breath as I came back into myself. Gingerly I touch my hole with my hand and felt the electric connection shoot in my making me moan. Knowing I was now running late I soaped up again and washed offer my body, no time for a shave again. I went out in the bedroom and grabbed my now standard jock strap, this time no other underwear and dress suit, went downstairs grabbed a protein bar 2 bottles of water from the fridge and head off to work…

Tuesday Run and Bedtime Making my way over to the house I rang the bell and was greeted by Tom who handed me a bottle of water. “Here I made another one for ya so you don’t have to use the ones we gave you right away” Not wanting to let on I had already drank some I quickly drained the bottle while Tom watched smiling to himself. “Hey I was kind of sore after last night wanna help me stretch out a bit before we run?” Tom asked as he go down on the floor and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Thinking nothing of it I got down and mirrored his position and started to pull him forward. The water was already starting to warm me up and making my hole throb. The butt plug pushed harder in my ass as I was sitting on their tiled floor. A slight moan escaped my lips and I hoped that Tom didn’t hear me. I heard Mike coming down the stairs as Tom started to pull me toward him stretching my back out and making me bend almost in half. I felt my tank top rising up showing the top of my ass. “Well Tom I guess you win the bet” Mike chuckled Tom just smiled and informed him he would collect later tonight. We finished the stretch and got up off the floor and made our way to the door. The doctored water was definitely making a difference. I could feel all my muscles and just wanted to get out and start using them. The plug in my ass was making me leak and fuck it was amazing. We took off on the same route, I started panting and sweaty almost groaning with each step as my ass shifted and clenched. My body moving and sweating, dripping down my face I was having a a harder time keeping pace with my new friends. The plug was so distracting. My cock was so hard and I was thankful for the compression shorts to keep it in. Once again as we made our way back they both started to sprint as we re-entered the forest. Trying to keep up with them I ran faster, the plug shifting in my ass more and more, hitting my prostate, the shorts rubbing the rough material of the jock over my cock head. Oh fuck OH FUCK FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK before I could do anything an orgasm rippled through my body. I grabbed a tree to steady myself, my hole spasmed and twisted, I panicked feeling the plug force from my body. Fuck fuck fuck fuck luckily the shorts kept it lodge aimed at my ass. Walking a few feet I spotted a bench and before I could second guess the decision I sat down hard. The plug popped back in sending me into another orgasm. Gasping and grunting and blushing I felt dirty and wrong but so happy. I Jogged the rest of the way back to Mike and Toms, I entered their place and made my way upstairs to the guest bath. I heard noises from the their bedroom that let me know exactly what the bet was for. Blushing I made my way to the bathroom stripping my sweaty clothes off. The stolen jock now drenched in cum and sweat. I got in the shower and managed to get the plug out. My ass felt empty but also amazing. I had never had anything in that long. I set the plug on the soap dish and finished washing. Coming out of the shower I looked at the plug and wondered what to do with it. There was not lube left. Making a quick call I buried it in the back of the under the sink shelf. I figured since they used it for guests I could just pick it up on another visit. Exiting into the main room my blood ran cold, on the bed were my clothes form the other night cleaned and washed, but the dirty ones were missing. Maybe I could lie and say it was my jock and we just had the same taste……fuck fuck fuck. I got dressed and made my way downstairs to Tom and Mike sitting at the kitchen island. Mike passed me some water, I took a sip and tasted the now familiar bitterness and carefully only drank a bit of it . I wasn’t sure how much was safe. The once again invited me to dinner but I begged off saying I wanted to get back to my pace and use the hot tub my wife had insisted we install. I could definitely use the soak. Before leaving Tom reminded me to try using the relaxation tracks he had made for me to help me sleep. Mike looked up with a knowing smile as I shut the door behind me to a shout of “same time tomorrow” Making my way home I stripped as some as I got in , threw on some trunk swim briefs quickly loaded the tracks from the flash drive to my phone and made my way to the hot tub. Booting up the first of 9 tracks , each one was about 45 min, I put in my ear buds and listened. Seemed like some nice ASMR delta wave hippy stuff one of my friends had told me about once. I closed my eyes and started to just drift. After about 15 minutes I felt extremely relaxed and the hot tub had finished a cycle. Taking that as A hint I got out, went to the outside shower we had just for rinsing off and then went upstairs, stripped off my trunks and slid into bed. Putting the earbuds back in I fell quickly asleep. My dreams were really weird but I woke up feeling amazing and refreshed and made my way to the bathroom…..

Tuesday Evening I got out of my car and looked at my cellphone, 5pm, I had an hour before I had to be over at Tom and Mike’s for another run. As I walked up my front steps I noticed a 6 bottles of water on the front steps with a note, “ In case you wanted needed some more”. A smile crept over my face as I bent down and grabbed it, the butt plug shifting in my ass sending little waves of pleasure through my body. I walked in dropped my bag and I grabbed the water and carried it into the kitchen putting it into the fridge to chill….I debated half a second before I grabbed one and drank half of it. The bitter strange flavor seemed strong but I didn’t care. With only an hour to spare I got y purchases from the front hall and made my way upstairs. As soon as I was in the bedroom I stripped down to my stolen jock. My hand reached around and felt where the plug was locked firmly in my ass. I started to pull it out and gasp at the amount of pain that hit me. Fuck that isn’t good, I guess I was so hot at the porn shop I didn’t notice, or maybe it was the poppers. Thinking that might help I went to my bed stand and grabbed my bottle, taking 4 hits I felt the warmth and horniness sweep over me. I reached back again and started pulling on the butt plug. This time I got it to move and could feel it working out of my ass. Fuck it started to feel good, a moan escaped my lips as I felt my ass stretching. Slowly I pulled careful not to hurt myself, sweat broke out on my body. A little bit more and it would clear the fat part and I could go take a shower and get dressed. Just before I thought it was going to give I heard a shout from downstairs. It was Tom “ Hey neighbor! Your dor was open and I thought I would come by and make sure you got the water and ceck you were coming tonight” Startled by the voice my hand let go of the butt plug and it snapped back into my tight hole. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I groaned loudly. “Yup, I be there in a bit, just wanted to hop in the shower and rinse off the day.” “OK, I’ll just wait down here for ya then and we can head over together.” Fuck I thought with Tom waiting I didn’t have time for this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..well guess this will be interesting. I stripped off the jock and hopped in my shower, the whole time I was in there I was desperately trying to get the plug out of my ass. Finally worrying that Tom would think something was wrong I got out dried off and went to get dress. I stepped back into Mike’s jock and a pair of compression shorts under my usual running shorts. Figured I had seen people wear them like this and this way in case the damn fucking butt plug decided to pop out the compression shorts would help hold it in place. I made my way down the stairs and saw Tom sitting on my couch dressed all in green this time, his blonde fur sticking out of his tank top, his hand resting behind his head the flashing his furry pits. Fuck my nostrils dilated and I swear I could smell something, it made my cock twitch and my ass spasm around the plug. When he looked over and smiled at me I think I even blushed a little. “Here I also wanted to bring you this.” He held out a flash drive to me, I looked at it puzzled “ It is a relaxing programs. Mike used to have a hard time sleeping when he started taking the supplements of his so I whipped up this in order to help him relax. Worked like a charm. Just add it to you play list after the run tonight and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.” I nodded my thanks and set it down on the coffee table and followed Tom, out the door and over to his place, My cock was hard and straining against the pouch of the stolen jock, kept firmly in place, each step shifting the plug in my hole mad me leak a little. Fuck how was I going to get through this run.