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It’s nine thirty in the morning on the Friday leading into Memorial Day weekend and I’m in about the last place I expected to be this morning; lying in a sling, my legs pointed to Jesus with a hot Russian-born man I met all of 17 minutes ago long-dicking me raw with his 9-inch uncut fuckmeat. I look up at the wooden slats in the garage roof and wonder how many other fuckboys have looked up at them before from this same position. “You like that, fucker?” the man rawdogging me asks. “Fuckin’ love it, don’t stop,” I say, even though I have a conference call for work in 15 minutes. “Then fucking open up for me!” “Tryin,” I insist. “I didn’t get fucked much during the pandemic.” “We’ll have to work on that,” he says with a grin then pounds away even harder. ++++ I met this guy through an app, which is how a lot seed-swappers connect these days. But it wasn’t a hook up app, like Grindr or Scruff. No, I owe interior whitewash I’m minutes away from getting to get to the app Offer Up. It started innocently enough. +++++ My neighborhood cross fit box didn’t survive the pandemic and instead of running out a finding another one or joining an overpriced gym, I thought I’d try to improve the home gym set-up in my garage. I log onto Offer Up, which is like a garage sale in your phone—to see if anyone near me is selling any gym equipment. I find a set of three used kettle bells being sold by someone named Vitaly45 who lives about 20 minutes away. I make an offer. He accepts. I have just enough time to pick them up and get back home before my conference call for work. It’s chilly out so I throw on a shiny black down Moncler puffer vest over a black long-sleeved Underarmour compression shirt, and a pair of royal blue three-stripe Adidas tights and head out. Vitaly45’s house is your basic suburban tract house. He advised me by text to "park across the street in front of the church" because his side has street cleaning today and he wouldn’t want me to get a ticket for a five minute stop. Thoughtful. I pull up in front of the church and text, “Here.” “Come around back to garage,” he texts back. I walk around to the side of the house, round the corner and the first thing I see inside the garage is the sweaty, rippling back of a olive-skinned man doing chin ups from a bar hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he knocks out rep after rep. He’s got the V shape of a Men’s Fitness model but he’s a bit thick, too, like a man with a healthy appetite. His legs are like tree trunks, hanging down below a sweat-soaked pair army green silkies. He grunts out the rest of his reps and then drops to the floor. “Hey,” I say. “Oh hey,” he says. “I’m here for the—“ he turns around and the front of him is so fucking hot, the word ‘kettlebells’ flies right out of head, “the, um, things…that you swing…” He smiles like someone who’s used to driving people to distraction. “I think the word you’re looking for is kettlebells.” “Right, yes,” I say. “They’re right over here.” He leads me to the corner where a three gunmetal gray kettle bells—a 35 pounder, a 25 pounder and a 15 pounder—sit in a row on the ground. They’ve clearly gotten a lot of use. “These are perfect,” I say. “Why are you getting rid of them?” “I have another set and uh, those belonged to someone who isn’t in my life anymore.” Interesting. “Got it. Can I Venmo you?” “Sure,” he says. I find his Venmo account, enter the amount, type ‘Kettlebells’ then add an emoji of two cartoon men lifting together. Then, just before I hit send, something compels me to type #BBBH, the Bareback Brotherhood hashtag. He probably won’t see it until later, anyway. “Can I help you load ‘em into your car?” he asks. “Sure,” I say. Just hearing him say the word load makes my rod twitch in my tights. He picks up the 35 and 25 and I pick up the 15. He follows me out the gate, across the street to my SUV. I open in the back of the cluttered hatchback. “Excuse the mess,” I remark. I go to move my gym bag to make room for the weights. A small bottle flies out of the side pocket and skitters across the pavement. My new poppers. Vitaly lifts the toe of his shoe and stops it. Then he picks the bottle up and smiles at me. “Don’t want to let those get away. You never know when you’re gonna need them.” “Well, that was embarrassing,” I say reaching out to take the bottle. But he doesn’t let it go. He just smiles at me...devilishly. “Like who knows? You might be needing them in just a few minutes,” he says, holding my stare. My heart starts to race. And then I start to laugh. Hard. Out of nervous embarrassment. I can’t help it. “What’s so funny, popper boy?” he asks, confused. “It’s just um…I got out of a monogamous relationship a few months ago and the main reason I’m looking to step up my fitness is because, well, I want to have a slutty summer.” “So what does that mean, specifically, that you want to have sex with lots of guys?” "How are you so sure it's guys?" "Bitch, please," he says. And then I'm laughing again. “So yeah, I want to have sex with more guys. I came of age in the 90's...and I was pretty freaked out about sex and a missed out a lot. Now I want to make up for lost time." “Does that mean like multiple hookups a day?” “Sure,” I say. “Or maybe multiple guys at once? “Sure.” “I think that’s a worthy pursuit. Do you take loads?” The way he says that, as casually as if were asking if I’d like a cup of coffee, makes my hole twitch. “Because that’s where everyone is right now. Everyone hot, anyway. A slutty summer where you don’t take loads isn’t really a slutty summer at all, is it? The only person I’ve ever cum inside and whose ever cum inside me is my ex. But breeding is all I think about, all I want to see in porn, all I want to do now. I look Vitaly in the eye and say— “Yes, I take loads. Give them, too. What’s the point if you’re not gonna swap cum?” “Morning, Father Vincenzo,” says Vitaly, looking over my shoulder. Oh shit, who is he talking to? I turn around to see a Catholic priest, with the white collar and whole bit. He looks like Stanley Tucci circa The Devil Wears Prada. He waves to my kettlebell buddy. “Morning, Vitaly,” the priest says. I wait for the priest to disappear into the church then lean in and whisper. “Do you think Father McHot-ass heard what we were saying," I ask, "about taking and giving loads?” “Don’t know,” says Vitaly. “Maybe you bring that up to him at your next confession.” I smile and get momentarily lost in Vitaly’s brown bedroom eyes, then I hear a notification ding on my phone. “Look, I have to be on a conference call in 15 minutes. I better get going.” "Going?" he says. "No. Is it audio or video?” “What does it matter?” I ask. “Because if it’s just audio,” he says, stepping closer and pulling the drawstring on my tights toward him, “you can be on your unimportant call, while I focus on what’s really important; eating, fucking and breeding your hole. Video would make that trickier though not impossible.” I stare at him dumbfounded, not sure what to do. My cock and hole are not conflicted, however. The former is rock-hard and the latter is hungry and twitching. “Look,” he says, with a wicked grin. “Do you really want to make up for lost time or was that just talk?" I think back to the goal I made for myself just last night: quit fantasizing and start fucking. And the most central component of the new leaf I want to turn over is cum. Jizz. Sperm. Semen. Giving it and taking it. The exchange of seed. And here is a smoking hot barebacker offering to start me off with a fresh batch of stranger spunk. I look down at my phone. The conference call is in 13 minutes. “Let’s go,” I say to Vitaly. ++++ And now it’s 10 minutes later and I’m getting rawdogged by Vitaly in a sling that hangs from the same bar in his garage he was doing pull-ups on when I arrived. It took him two minutes to hang it during which time, I got naked…two more minutes to eat my hole open. Then he pulled his cuntflooder out of the leg of his silkies and now he’s been inside me about five minutes, try to get my hungry but a-bit- out-of-practice fuckhole to let him all the way in. “Dude, if you want my load, you’re going to have to open up for me,” he grunts. “I’m trying, fucker,” I admit. “But your dick is fucking huge.” “Then maybe deep down you don’t want my cum inside you,” he taunts. “It’s fucking all I want!” I bark. “I gotta have your cum.” “Where are those poppers?” he asks. I crane my head to the pile of clothes I left on a bench; all the shiny, tight sports gear that’s always turned me on. “They should be in the pocket of the puffer vest,” I grunt. Vitaly pushes the sling away so I slide off his dick, then steps over to get the poppers. He brings me the poppers and the vest. “Here, put this back on. I have a fetish for hot guys in shiny gear.” This morning just keeps getting better and better. “Fuck yeah, man. Me, too.” I lean up and slip the vest over my naked torso. The nylon feels so silky and smooth on my skin. I lean back into the sling and open up the poppers. “You ready, stud?’ I ask. “Fuck yeah,” says Vitaly. “Take a big hit and I’ll go balls deep in one stroke.” I inhale. The poppers work their magic and the next thing I know, Vitaly is inside me to the hilt. “Fuck, I feel so fucking full,” I say. Vitaly starts to thrust….never coming quite all the way out. The sling rocks back and forth. I roll my head back and see Vitaly’s back yard with its tall hedge. We left the garage door open for the breeze. Vitaly assures me it’s pretty private back here but who knows? The entire neighborhood could be watching and listening to this man I just met bareback me. “Damn, I can already feel my nuts starting to churn, fucker,” Vitaly says. "How many days?" I ask. "Dude, you are so in luck," he says. "My mother was in town visiting. She ran me ragged so I didn't have time to jack off let alone, fuck any hole. I literally dropped her off at the airport two hours ago." "So?" "Six days worth," he says. "I shoot pretty huge anyway...so your hole's getting fucking deluged." "Will we need to call FEMA?" "Possibly," he says. Then he reaches into the pocket of my Moncler vest and hands me my cell phone. “Don’t you have a conference call in about a minute?” he asks. “Hold on. You’re suggesting I go on it while I’m getting barebacked in your sling?” “No, stupid,” he says. “The sling's too noisy. We can fuck on the mat during your call.” He pulls out of me with a plop. “Damn, I feel so empty now,” I say. “Not for long,” he says, pulling me up. I plop down on the mat and lay on my back. “No, all fours,” he says. “Doggie.” I get on all fours and arch my back. I feel his cockhead breach my pucker. “Poppers,” he says. I take a hit of poppers and then bam…he’s back inside to the hilt. I close my eyes in ecstasy and when I open them, I notice he’s positioned us in front of a full-length mirror. I can watch my body shudder while Vitaly fucks me. I can see his glorious torso heave and sweat and his handsome face contort in pleasure. He hands me my phone. “Conference call, pigboy,” he says. “We don’t want your Slutty Summer starting off with you getting fired.” “Well, slow your strokes then,” I plead. “I can barely speak with you thrusting like that.” He changes his pace to a very slow and measured long strokes, innnnnn and outtttttt, innnnnn and ouuuuuuuuttt. Fuck, his cockhead is hitting all my spots. I’m leaking precum like a faucet all over the mat. I hold my phone up for face recognition. It doesn’t recognize me with my face contorted in ecstasy. I enter my six-digit code. Then I scroll to the email with the conference code link and click into the meeting. Vitaly smiles like a devil in the mirror as I awkwardly announce myself to the meeting room. I’m not the last to arrive. Good. My immediate superior is. Also good. For the next twenty minutes, I listen and occasionally speak as my company conducts its usual business, all the while Vitaly is sliding in and out inside me, then periodically pulling out to feast on my hole. What’s happening on the call couldn’t be more boring…while what's happening in my hole is pure bliss. When a question is raised on the call related to my specific area, my supervisor asks me to expound a bit. I close my eyes and try to focus on forming words and sentences…and not on the gorgeous hunk of man raw-fucking me at 9:45 on a Friday morning. “So in my experience…” I start into my spiel, pulling facts and figures out of my ass. Not literally, of course. My ass is otherwise engaged. After about two minutes of non-stop monologue-ing, Vitaly smacks my ass playfully and I totally lose my train of thought. “You still there?” a co-worker asks. “Yes, sorry. Just lost the connection for a second.” Then Vitaly goes from eating me back to fucking me and suddenly all is right with the world. “…so that’s what I think the company’s position should be but if you all have other opinions, I’m wide open…” I wink in the mirror as I say that…wanting Vitaly will pick up on the double meaning . Yep, I’m wide open all right…more open than I’ve ever been. And with a guy I just met a few minutes ago. As my supervisor starts into one of his supposedly motivational speeches, I close my eyes and savor the fuck. When I open them a few fuck-eat-fuck rounds later, I gasp out loud. The man gently fucking me in the mirror is not Vitaly. Vitaly is behind the man, kissing his neck and playing with his nipples. No, the man fucking me is Father Vincenzo from across the street. He still has is collar on. In fact, he’s totally dressed, with his glistening cock--a bit fatter that Vitaly’s but not as long--sticking out of the fly of his slacks. I look to Vitaly and give him a look like You’re seriously whoring me out now? Vitaly walks to the corner of the garage and picks up the small white dry erase board he uses to track his sets and reps with. He grabs a black marker, scrawls something and holds it up to me. The letters are backwards in the mirror. I can't make it out so he walks around in front of me while Father Vincenzo keeps up his slow strokes in my hole. His dick is right in my face. He replaces it with the board. “Slutty summer? Y or N?” it says. While I listen to my boss drone on, I grab the board from Vitaly and write my own message while his hard cock hovers inches from my face. “Fucking breed me,” I write. Vitaly takes the pen and writes below my message. “Already did once…" My eyes go wide. You fucking bred me? I mouth to him. He nods yes, then writes, "One load..." on the board, then adds in all caps: "SO FAR." Boy, he didn’t let on at all. It must have been one of those stealth breedings fuckers do when the bottom says he doesn’t want to take the load. The difference in this case is I definitely wanted the load. It's just that my work obligations kept me from audibly begging for it. I move the phone away and whisper to Vitaly, “Didn’t even feel it. Must not have been that big” Vitaly shakes his head then walks around behind me, gently moves Father Vincenzo out of the way and starts eating my freshly bred hole. I relax so that if there is a load in there, it’ll ooze out. I definitely feel wetness…but I figured it was just lube and pre-cum. After a minute or so of eating me out, Vitaly and Vincenzo come together in front of me and drop to their knees. Though I'm still supposed to be engaged in a work call, I watch riveted as these two red-hot fuck-studs start to open mouth kiss. Soon, there it is…a huge white chunk of jizz escaping from Vitaly’s mouth onto Vincenzo’s tongue. More continues to ooze out, dripping out of the corner of Vitaly's mouth like beads on a chandelier. Vincenzo catches as much of it as he can and then the two studs snowball it back and forth. Vitaly’s about to swallow the biggest chunk but he doesn’t. Instead, he coats his index finger with it and coats my lips with it, like it’s some kind of healing balm, which in a way it is. He drags a finger up to my mustache so that the smell of his manseed will be with me the rest of the day. Finally, my supervisor brings the call to a close with a friendly “Have a great holiday weekend everyone,” and we all sign off. I toss the phone onto the mat. “Oh fuck, man. That was torture,” I say. “I don’t know,” Vitaly says with a laugh. “I thought it was pretty fun. What did you think, Marco?" Father Vincenzo's first name must be Marco. Hot. "It was fun...and I definitely could have bred you a few times...but I tend to cum pretty loud when I'm breeding so I held off." "My co-workers thank you," I say. "But now that's done and it's time to dick you down proper," says Vitaly He slides his fuckstick back inside me with one stroke while Father Vincenzo walks around and shoves his fat cock down my throat. I can taste Vitaly's first load on the dick in my mouth. I groan around Marco's leaking log as Vitaly starts to pick up speed. His bull balls are slapping my ass and the sound echoes through the garage. “You ready to get bred?” he barks. “Again?” I pull my mouth of Marco's dick. “No man, I want you to fuck me longer,” I plead. “I'll try," he says and then a few fuck strokes later, he reneges. "Aw fuck, I can’t hold off! Your ass is too hot and wet. I gotta go for my breed.” “Then do it, stud! Fucking flood my hungry hole!" “Here it comes, bro. Milk me! I want you to feel every drop go inside you!” “Do it! Breed me! Breed my fucking hole!” “UUUUUUNNNNNNNNGHHH! UNNNNNGH! UNNNNNNGH!” This time, I feel it; rope after rope after rope of Vitaly’s studcum jet into my spasming asshole. He made sure his first load was undetectable—so to speak—but this one feels like a fire extinguisher going off inside me. I welcome every single sperm cell into my writhing, sweaty, nylon-clad body. After Vitaly and I catch our breath, Marco, who is now naked, stands behind Vitaly and caresses his heaving pecs. “Pull out slowly so no cum comes out,” Marco says. “I want to get him back in the sling to eat out your load before I breed him with mine.” “How many days worth?” Vitaly wonders. “Five,” he says. “Hear that, stud? Our man of the cloth here has a five-day load for your hole. I guess he's pretty busy saving sinners and stuff so it builds up.” I smile up at Father Vincenzo and say, “Seed me father for I have sinned.” That gets a laugh out of all of us. I try to rise from the mat and get weak-kneed from the pile-driving I’ve been taking. Vitaly catches me in his arms, then literally hoists me up so I'm straddling him. "Keep that pucker tight," Marco barks. In this position, it would be so easy to just open up and cause a flash flood on the mat. Instead I contract my hole. Vitaly plops me in the sling. While Father Vincenzo eyes my fuckhole and strokes his throbbing cock, Vitaly places my right foot in a stirrup, then the left. Then he grabs Vincenzo by the cock and guides him to my hole. “Not yet,” Vincenzo says. “I want to felch out your load.” And that he does…for about five minutes, which Vitaly decides to catch on video. Oh fuck, is he getting my face? At this point, I don’t fucking care. After his felch-fest, Father Vincenzo stands up and rams his cock into my hot wet hole. “Ah fuck,” I groan. “Your dick is so thick. It feels so fucking good.” Vitaly goes to stand behind Vincenzo. He whispers in his ear as he fucks, getting up to speed with my story. “Randy isn’t a very seasoned seedswapper,” he explains, "but he wants to be…desperately. He doesn't want a single day to go by without give or receiving a butt-breeding. It's that right, Randy?" "Every day?" I say. "That seems like a lot. I get busy." "It sounds like you need to readjust your priorities," Vitaly says. "Ak, fuck," gasps Marco. "I'm getting close." "Pull out!" Vitaly demands, pulling Vincenzo back by his shoulders. His cock is red, raging and drooling cocksnot all over the mat. "Randy, if you want my buddy Marco's load, you need to spell out right here and right now exactly what kind of slutty summer you want to have." "Okay," I gasp. “Do you want to go to bathhouses, right?” “Fuck yes!” I proclaim. “And sex parties?” “Yes.” "You're gonna be on Breeding Zone and Bareback RT every day, cruising for cock, cum and hole?" "Yes!" "And you're gonna let me text you with assignments that you have to complete? Slut School is in session, fucker, and you'll do anything to please your teacher, right?" "Fuck yes," I gasp. "Just someone fill my guts with more cum!" Father Vincenzo slides back in but Vitaly pushes right up behind him so he can't thrust. "Make him beg," Vitaly whispers in Marco's ear. "Beg for it!” Vincenzo pants, like a man in a trance. "Beg for my fucking spunk." “Give me your seed, father. Add to the monster loads that are already in there. Breed me!” The growling starts deep in Vincenzo’s throat. “GRRRRRRRRRR.” Then erupts in a series of loud groans. “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! Ah, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m flooding your cunt! Take it, pig! Aw, shit, it’s still coming!” “I want it all!” I plead. “Keep seeding me! Paint my guts! “AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAghhhhhhhhhhh!” Just then, without me even touching it, my own cock starts to erupt its cocksnot all over my puffer vest and abs. Vitaly dives gets my cockhead in his mouth in time to taste the last two spurts. “Awwwww fuuuuucccckkkk!” I groan, shuddering. As I come down, Vitaly nurses my cockhead slurping up every drop of cum. Vincenzo churns his load for a bit, then snakes out and dives down to my hole to check his work with his lips and tongue. He sucks on my pucker and pokes his tongue into my hole over and over. “Give me back that seed,” he says. Not having a very seasoned cumtunnel, I'm not sure what muscles to try and relax. Instead. I just visualize the loads sliding out of me and sure enough, it works. I hear Vincenzo groan with pleasure as he felches me out. When he pulls back and stands up, I can see my cummed-up fuckhole in the mirror, all wet and juicy and raw. “Grab my phone, Vitaly,” I say. “I need a shot of my wrecked hole.” Vitaly snaps a few shots of my happy cumhole. Click. Click. Click. “Hashtag hole goals,” he quips. “I’m getting some shots of your stomach too because that shiny vest looks so hot with your jizz all over it.” Click. Click. Click. ++++ A few minutes later, all three of us are dressed again. I'm wearing the cummed-up Moncler vest on top with no shirt underneath. We let Vincenzo walk back out on his own first, so as not to raise any eyebrows. “Later brothers,” he says before walking back to plan that Sunday's mass. Then Vitaly and I walk back at my car. I have a swagger now that I didn't have before. This could truly be the beginning of a major transformation, especially if Vitaly is as into monitoring my slut progression as he seems. “I feel like I got a really good deal on these kettle bells,” I say. “You think so, huh?” Vitaly says. “Oh yeah. I’ll definitely give you a high rating on the Offer Up app.” Vitaly pulls something from behind his back that I didn’t realize he was carrying. “Here’s a little bonus item.” He hands me the white board. He pulls out his phone, stands next to me and before I have time to think about anything, snaps a selfie of the two of us holding the board which still has “FUCKING BREED ME!” written on it in my handwriting and “ALREADY DID ONCE” in Vitaly’s below it. Then he hands me his phone. “Type in your number and I’ll text you that pic,” he instructs. “And the other clips I shot, too. Don't worry, I won't share or post anywhere, unless you decide that should be part of your slutty summer project.” “I would appreciate that,” I say. "Look," he says. "I think you're really hot and fun and I'm really turned on by the idea of being like your...I don't know what the term would be... "Fuck Coach," I offer. "I like that," he says, then puts his hand under my nylon vest and caresses by chest and stomach. "I'm serious about it if you are." I feel my breath catch in my throat. I just nod. Yes. Vitaly grabs a towel from my hatchback and wipes the whiteboard clean. Then he uncaps the marker he brought and draws a line straight down the middle of the board. He writes LT on side and LG on the other, then he makes three small hashmarks under the LT. “LT is for Loads Taken. LG is for Loads Given. Right now it’s at zero. We’re not counting the one you shot because it didn’t go inside another pig…but it does look awfully sexy splattered all over that vest.” He pinches a glob of seed off the nylon and sucks it off his fingers. “I want this board filled up by Labor Day," he says. "What do you say to that?" I say, "Yes, Fuck Coach."

I booked a hotel in London as I had work in the city so thought I would stay the night. I'm new to bottoming but it's become my new best friend, can't get enough of it. An older man dropped me a message, he wanted a fuck and go. I obliged and gave him my room number, told him to come and find me. I douched, lubed up a little and lay arse up on the bed. He came into the room and got undressed. With no warning, his cock entered my arse. The whole bloody shaft and it felt amazing. Slightly painful, but absolutely euphoric - he wasn't big but wasn't small. Perfect. 5 minutes later, a loud moan and he was done. Kissed my arse bye and left. There wasn't much cum, but enough. Turns out I had about 5 loads that night, men I've never met. I'm part of the brotherhood now - I'm not saying no to any load whatsoever, if you want to fuck me, push me against the wall and load me.

Chapter 17 He opened his eyes and looked up and noticed the tattoo on his groin. He suddenly realized what the Bio-Hazzard guy meant when he said he was knocking him up, He was horrified thinking that he was now full of the guy’s POZ seed. He heard another voice that he didn’t recognize behind him and say “ Let me help you with that, you sure put on a great show for us mate “ . The guys accent was unmistakable, he had an Australian accent. He put two fingers in the Married guy and after he found his cock, he started milking it Like a cows udder. It felt great. The Guy said " I have seen cocks shrivel up with Meth, but you must have a lot in you, you’re really small. No worries, we can take care of you “. The Milking action was great and the Married guy knew he wouldn’t last long. The Azzie Put three and then added a forth finger stretching the Married Guy’s new cunt even more. He was having problems concentration on sucking the cock in his mouth. The Azzie said “ You’re about to blow, I am going to make both ends cum at the same time “. The Married guy wasn’t sure what he meant. A minute later the Married guy felt something he never did before. His ass was tightening and releasing on it’s own and he couldn’t tell whether he was shitting or what was going on. His cock stared to throb with an intensity he had never felt. The Guy said “ Man, you really have a lot of muscle in this ass “. The Cum in his ass-cunt was squirting out and at the same time his cock was shooting cum, not strong or a lot but with every milking Action some was coming out. The feelings were unbelievably strong and intense. He had never felt a climax like this one, Both ends were coming. Unlike his past experiences the feelings were not subsiding, but these were increasing, getting stronger. He had to pull back from the cock in his mouth to be able to get enough air in, His heart was pounding, and he was panting like a dog, or in this case, a true bitch in heat. He wanted to pull away from the guy bringing these touches feelings but something inside him wanted more. His cock was still producing something liquid but was getting really tender so he pulled away. The guy that was working his bottom half said “ Hold him. He still has more “. The Bio-Hazzard guy put his hands and arms on him and held him in place so that he was forced to endure more pleasure. The Married guy’s ass was on fire and wanted more. His ass was farting cum like crazy, his cock was still dripping out some liquid but the amount was decreasing to only a drop once in a while. The guy behind him pulled his fingers out almost all the way, the married guy thought it was over. But then jammed them back in, splitting the hole open more and he immediately pressed down on the Married guys prostate causing the married guy to howl like an animal. He pulled down once more on the tiny cock of the Married guy and a coupe more drops came out. Satisfied that e had gotten everything the Married guy had to offer he let go of his cock and then twisted his fingers and yanked them out, This pulled out the Marred guy’s rosebud, just as he wanted. The Marred guy yelped and them slumped down, exhausted from the whole-body climax. The guy whispered in the Married guy’s ear “ Now you know what getting your bell rung in a climax. Next time I see you I plan on fisting you deep “. He tapped the Married guy’s hole and that sent electric shocks thru his body from the ass up. Apparently the drugs were not completely done with him yet. The guy saw this reaction and told the Married guy “ Yeah, your still hot for more, you need to walk up the path and see what else you can get into, or into you”. The guy that was in front holding him in place let loose of him and pushed his cock onto the lips of the Married guy. He said you need to clean this off more. For the first time he opened he eyes. He blinked a couple times to get his eyes to adjust and at the same time he took the cock into his mouth. He licked the PA to get it clean before going deep with his cock. He looked at the groin of the guy and saw the fresh Bo-Hazzard tattoo. He suddenly realized what that meant and what he was saying when he shot in him. He knew that he might be knocked up with this guy’s POZ babies. The married guy wasn’t cleaning the cock very well at this point. He was horrified at what just happened. Tears were welling up in his eyes until he felt a tongue licking his ass. Whoever it was knew what they were doing, He spread his tender cheeks and licked and sucked the Tender rosebud. The Married guy immediately forgot about the POZ loads in his ass and the drugs once again took over and his heat returned. He couldn’t believe what was going on. Other times after he came, he was done, but not tonight. The Bio-Hazzard guy got up and left. About the same time the guy that was eating his cunt stopped. He said “ If you get more cum in there I will suck it out of you “. The Married guy hadn’t thought about taking anymore cock up his ass. Let alone cum, but, the feeling of this guys mouth sucking his ass made him want more.

I’m a horny 22 year old twink who loves cock. Until recently I’ve always played with lads my own age. At first I always played safe with the other twinks but recently I’ve met some regular lads my own age at the club who love raw. I love the feeling of them going in raw, how naughty it feels, how dirty. There is also no better feeling of slipping my raw cock into another twink and making him moan, this is what real men do. Obviously like all lads of my age I watch a lot of porn and the bareback stuff makes me cum the hardest. The videos where a twink, just like me, takes a bear raw and submits to a muscle mans alpha dominance make me super hard. I dream of a real man breeding my twinky smooth body. Every day I pass the gay sauna and have always been curious but I’m a clean lad and I’ve never gone in. Today they had an advert for lads and dads night – and it was tonight. All day at uni I kept getting distracted and at one point it was such a big effort to get my boner back down. I slowed down near the sauna on the way home and suddenly realized I was gonna go in. I could stop myself but I needed fucked so bad. I paid and grabbed some condoms from the desk. In the shower seeing the hairy bears got my so hard. I just couldn’t control myself. Being new to the sauna I was very nervous and after drying started to look around. Because of my nerves I was walking too quickly and turning a corner bumped straight into a hairy muscular bear’s giants pecs. “I’m sorry sir”. He laughed and said “not so sorry you’re taking your nose out of my pecs”. I started to back away but he laughed again, put his arms around me and drew me back in. “Don’t worry, just sniff, breath the musk in”. I did as I was told. He said “wow that cock of urs is rock solid against my stomach”. Again I said “sorry sir”. He told me not to be sorry and opened the bottle of poppers that was hanging from a chain around his neck. I sniffed deeply a few times them managed to wriggle around so my ass was against his raw cock. He rubbed it across my hole a few times and I moaned. The bear grabbed my hand and lead me to a cabin, he was muscled all over, had a hairy chest and treasure trail down to such a thick meaty cock. He was everything I wanted. In the cabin I knelt down and sucked his cock until he said, “stand up boy – tell me what you want”. I replied I wanted him inside me “I’ve got condoms if you want them”. He smiled a cheeky grin and said “is that really what you want – this mighty cock in rubber inside you?”. I looked nervously back and he said “come on have a sniff of daddy’s musk and poppers”. I did so inhaling all the strong scents then said “daddy, I’m just a piece of meat for you to use; I wanna get dumb and feel you raw inside me”. He asked “do you want me to get you pregnant?” …

Omg it’s been nonstop. I took a half hour epsom salt bath. Then Tom arrived around 11am. Tom is a silver daddy, 60+, amazing stamina, fit body. He Almost gave me two loads. We’ve known each other for years and after fucking, he helped me roast some cauliflower haha. While Tom was getting dressed, D arrived around 11:40am. It is D’s 60th birthday. His cock is enormous - thick, long, veiny. He fucked me so deep I almost tapped out. He fucks better than the majority of guys half his age. Pause to Flip my vegetables lol Then Julio arrived around 12:15pm. Julio is a Dominican hottie. Probably around 30yo, nice uncut d. What makes Julio unique is that he doesn’t enjoy sex or masturbation all that much. So by the time he does come over, his boner is raging. He ends up usually pumping oceans worth of cum into me. Of all the guys I’ve been with today, he fucked me the hardest :) All three bred me so I’m up to 4 loads so far today. Lunch time before a few more tops stop by :)

“Recognize these?” My wife’s voice was cold as ice as I saw what was spread on the bed in the hotel room. There lay my leather gear, my gay pride jewelry, two dildos, and many photographs of gay sex. I looked at my wife, her face ablaze with fury, tears in her eyes. She picked up my leather biker cap and harness. “Put them on,” she ordered. *** I have always known I was gay or at least bi, although I had never had sex with a man. When I was younger I had trouble having orgasms during sex with women until I started to fantasize that I was the one being fucked. I told myself it was normal for straight men to have homoerotic fantasies or to enjoy variety. My deep denial made it possible for me to marry and have two kids, while my man-lust remained buried. But that didn’t make for a great sex life, and I began to play out my gay fantasies in private by buying gay porno magazines and videos. Over time my sexual fantasies about men got darker: leather scenes, mild (and sometimes not-so-mild) S&M, and older, hairy bear-types. I’m of average height and slender, and I was always the bottom. And my fantasies were always about being fucked bareback, even getting pozzed. I remember when I found an isolated adult bookstore a few miles from my home and bought a studded leather dog collar and a dildo. The first time I wore the collar and worked the well-lubed dildo into my virgin ass in front of the bathroom mirror was a moment of revelation for me, the greatest sexual high I had ever experienced. I had put on one of my wife’s pretty watches and two of her rings for the occasion. I knew what I was: an effeminate butt-boy, longing for a rough, hairy stud to teach me my place. When I shot my load, great gobs of jism spurted all over the bathroom. I scooped it up and tasted it, loving every warm, salty drop. Once I started, there was no turning back. I wanted more. I purchased other fetish gear on-line – a biker cap, black work boots, a studded cock ring, sexy tight leather shorts with a snap away strip over my ass and crotch, and a harness. I bought the same kind of watch my wife wears, with a thin, black leather band and round white face – unmistakably feminine. Then came a rainbow bracelet and ring, and a male symbol ring. Because my wife worked in the city and I often worked out of the house, I had lots of time alone at home for my fantasy fetish session. I figured out how to make a “man” from couch cushions and other household items. I would spread a sheet on the floor, grease the dildo, and pleasure myself in every position I saw in the videos. It’s clear now that as time passed I started to get a little careless about where I hid my toys and my photos. The kids had gone off to college, so there were fewer curious eyes to worry about. Usually I put the stuff away in the attic and covered the box with other bins and boxes. But as I found more times for elaborate jerk-off sessions, I relaxed my precautions about concealment. I downloaded pictures from internet sites and forgot to erase them. Once I left a gay video open on my computer screen for a couple of days. Probably I should have suspected something when my wife’s demeanor changed. She became cooler and started to avoid sex. That part didn’t bother me much because my overheated leather sessions kept me well-satisfied. I noticed sometimes that my box with my leather gear seemed to be in a slightly different position, but told myself my memory was at fault. Then one day, out of the blue, my wife began to act very friendly again and suggested a weekend at a hotel in the city to rekindle our fires. Still loving her and wanting to keep her happy, I promptly agreed. We would meet after work on a Friday when I knew I had to be in the city all day. She told me she would pack everything and meet me in the hotel room. *** My wife was waiting for me when I arrived. She had changed into a skimpy black negligee. I found her pale, smooth skin alluring and moved to embrace her. “Wait,” she said. “I have something special to show you. Go into the bathroom and take off all your clothes. Wait until I call you.” I did as she instructed. A few minutes later she said, “OK, come out here.” Her tone had changed; I noticed a harsh edge to her voice that took me by surprise. Opening the bathroom door, I received the shock of my life when I looked at the bed. My wife stood with her arms crossed, her eyes ablaze. Confronted by the evidence of my homosexual fantasy life, I gulped and felt my face redden in shame. As I started to mumble a lame explanation, she silenced me with the order to don my gear. Maybe if I had not been caught off guard, I would have refused or simply put on my clothes and left. Instead I obeyed, as my wife offered nasty comments. “I see you know just where everything goes. You must have had a lot of practice. No wonder you don’t have the energy for NORMAL sex,” she sneered. She picked up my biker cap and held it. “Don’t forget the cap – it wouldn’t look MACHO without the cap.” The icy contempt in her voice cut through me like a dagger. As I pulled on my gear, I felt my cock stiffen involuntarily. I turned to hide it from my wife. But as soon as I was done, she walked over to me and reached for the snaps for the crotch cover in my tight leather shorts. The flap covering my cock, my balls and my butthole came off in her hand, and my five-inch dick stood up, hard as a rock. My balls felt swollen already. She grabbed my right wrist, on which I wore my pretty woman’s watch. “Just like mine, huh?” she asked. “Except on you it makes you look like a girlie-man. That’s what you are, isn’t it?” “Honey, OK, these are just fantasy objects. They don’t mean any...” “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” she screamed, in a voice louder than she had ever used in an argument.“Do you have any idea how HUMILIATING this is to ME? To know you go prancing around like some LEATHER FAGGOT?” Tears now streamed from her eyes. I hung my head in shame. “NOW PLAY WITH YOURSELF,” she shouted between sobs. When I hesitated, she demanded, “I SAID DO IT. YOU KNOW YOU LIKE IT.” I was afraid someone would call the front desk or something. Embarrassed as I was to be standing there with my wife, it would be much worse to be seen this way by a stranger. “OK, dear,” I replied. “Just lower your voice. I’ll do what you say.” I began to pump my stiff cock, which swelled even more. There was something incredibly exciting to be doing that in front of her. Then my wife snapped the leather cock ring tight around the base of my dick and balls. With the increase in pressure, I felt precum start to ooze profusely from the tip of my prick. Again she gave an order: “TASTE IT.” By now my will to resist her demands had collapsed. I ran my index finger over the tip of my dick, collecting the slick prick juice, and licked it off. “I bet that’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own cum, right?” I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “And you like how it tastes, don’t you?” I nodded again. “YOU’RE DISGUSTING! I FEEL SICK, JUST LOOKING AT YOU. I’M PHYSICALLY SICK.” She was breathing hard, her cheeks flush with anger. “How many other men’s cum have you tasted?” “None. Honey, believe me, I’ve never had sex with anyone but you since we’ve been married. You have to believe me...” “Really?” she asked, more a statement than a question. “Then it’s time we proved that you really are a queer.” With that she walked over to the door connecting our room to the next one. I saw that the door on the other side was already open. And then it hit me: we were not alone. *** “Come in here, Eric,” my wife said. “I want you to meet my husband.” In walked a big, burly, leather-clad hunk of a man. If I had to conjure up my fantasy leather daddy, he’d look a lot like this heavy-set stud who stood before me. He was a good four inches taller than me and weighed at least 250 pounds. (I’m only about 150 pounds myself.) Beneath his leather cap his hair was close-cropped; he gazed at me with commanding blue-grey eyes; his thick beard was streaked with grey. He wore a studded leather harness tight across his furry chest and his big beer gut, and leather bands around his thick biceps. His huge thighs were encased in tight black chaps. His cock, long and heavy and already swelling, hung open between his legs. He, too, wore a cock ring. Eric walked across the room and extended his hand. I shook it and he continued to hold it as our eyes met. “A pleasure, boy, a pleasure,” he said. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since your wife told me about you.” My mouth was dry. His grip sent a bolt of sexual electricity through me. This man could do anything he wants to me, I thought. I just nodded. Eric reached out with his other arm and pulled me into an embrace. I felt our cocks rub together, both stiffening. Nothing had ever felt more wonderful, more natural, than being in this man’s powerful arms, feeling his big belly press against my slender waist. I sighed aloud. At first my arms hung by my side but then, as though they had a will of their own, my hands began to run up his thighs, across his hairy ass cheeks and around his back. Eric’s hands found my little butt and squeezed. I felt his bristly beard rub against my close-trimmed one and then his lips brushed my neck. His hot breath there cause me to sigh in pleasure. Without thinking about it, I started to rub his back and arms, savoring his strength. From the corner of my eye, I caught my wife’s hate-filled glare. “KISS HIM!” she ordered. I turned my face toward Eric’s and his lips brushed mine, once, twice, then our mouths locked together. He grabbed my dog collar so I could not retreat – not that I wanted to. I parted my lips and his tongue thrust between my teeth and explored my tongue. He tasted raunchy, traces of cigarettes and beer. I loved it. “God, I HATE FAGGOTS,” my wife raged. “FUCKING QUEERS. That’s so UNNATURAL.” She told Eric to sit on the chair by the desk. Then she turned to me. “Get on your knees in front of him.” I did as I was told. “Now suck his dick.” I took it in my hand but hesitated. Eric’s dick was much bigger than my dildo. I was afraid I’d gag on it. My wife, though, would brook no resistance. “You know you want it, girlie-man. SUCK IT!” I looked up at Eric. He smiled at me. “Better do as the lady says, boy, or I’ll have to get rough with you.” I brought my lips to the mushroom-shaped head of his dick. It was smooth and glistened with his precum. I swirled my tongue around the tip. The first taste of his salty man-cream sent a shiver down my spine. This is what I’ve always wanted, I thought, and I’m finally doing it. I opened my mouth and slowly drew as much of Eric’s meat in as I could. I felt his body tense and a deep grunt escaped his throat. His pleasure thrilled me. I began to move my head up and down, sometimes pulling off him to swirl my tongue around the outside. Then I lapped his balls as I pumped his shaft. “You’re a natural cocksucker, boy,” Eric gasped. His words filled me with a new kind of joy, the joy a gay man feels when he discovers he can please his partner sexually. As I drew Eric’s dick back within my mouth, I heard a clicking sound. I realized my wife had our camera and she was taking pictures as I went down on Eric. I stopped sucking his dick and looked at her. “What are you doing?” I asked in disbelief. “You HUMILIATED me, you bastard,” she cried. She was visibly trembling with anger. “And now I’m going to get even with you. EVERYONE’S GOING TO SEE THESE!” Eric broke the tension. “Don’t worry about it, boy. We both know that you’re through with women. What do you care what she does with her fuckin’ pictures?” And I knew at once that he was right. I was enjoying man sex far too much to ever go back. *** “Lie down on the bed, boy,” Eric instructed me. I did as I was told. He straddled my chest and his bulk trapped me as his stiff cock waved in front of my eyes. I could not have moved him off me if I had tried. I realized that this is what it means to be dominated. “Open wide,” Eric demanded in his firm, quiet voice. “I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.” I parted my lips as I was told and was rewarded with thick, hot manmeat. Eric thrust in and out of my mouth, and I gagged. “Please, not so hard, I can’t,” I whined. He laughed and shoved it right back in. I grasped his thighs and thrilled at the sensation of the leather. My wife leaned over, still taking pictures and still making nasty comments. “I hope he CHOKES you with his dick, you queen. YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FUCKING COCKSUCKER! THAT’S RIGHT, YOU MISERABLE HOMO FAGGOT!” Her words turned me on even more. I sucked with new enthusiasm and the instinct to gag subsided. Eric went deeper in my throat and my dick got even harder. Abruptly he stopped. Eager to swallow his load, I was disappointed. He swung around and presented his ass to me. It was huge and hairy as I ran my hands across it. “Taste my ass, boy, get your tongue in my shitter.” With that he pressed his crack against my nose. All I could see, all I could feel, were his vast, hairy cheeks. I smelled the funky aroma of sweat and butt juice. With my tongue I explored around his butthole. Soon it was slick with my saliva. Then, tentatively, hesitantly, I probed his anus with my tongue and worked it inside. I was rewarded with a loud moan. “That’s it, boy, get that tongue in deep. Yeah, let me feel it.” Eric’s words sounded far away. My wife leaned over me. “God, that’s GROSS,” she cried. “I’ve never seen anything so FILTHY in all my life. ALL YOU FAGS SHOULD BE ARRESTED FOR THE THINGS YOU DO! YOU’RE PERVERTED! SICK!” Eric had been holding my cock and pumping it gently. Now he brought it into his mouth and swallowed it to the base. I felt his lips brush my crotch hair as he deep-throated me. I thought I would die from ecstasy. My wife always hated sucking me and would stop after the first dribble of precum. As Eric pleasured me, I responded in kind. My tongue thrashed about, in and out of Eric’s shithole, lapping as if my life depended on it. *** “I want you to fuck him, the little shit,” my wife said sharply to Eric. “That was our deal. You promised you’d fuck him without a rubber.” Eric withdrew, leaving me breathing hard, prostrate on my back. I could scarcely believe what had been happening – and what was about to happen next. Eric went into the other room and came back with some lube. My wife glared at me; I said nothing to her. Returning to our bed, Eric told me to pull my knees to my chest. He then began to lap around my ass, wetting my curly butt fuzz, and followed by probing my butthole with his tongue. The sensation left me writhing and moaning. So this was what it feels to be on the receiving end of a rim job! I thought, I could get used to this in a hurry. Then Eric squeezed some lube on my crack and started to work it in past my sphincter with one of his thick fingers. The whole universe seemed concentrated at one point, my cherry anus, as he worked that digit in and out. I felt a moment of pain as he pressed a second finger into my unyielding hole and I willed myself to relax. “Breathe, boy,” Eric coaxed tenderly. I appreciated the care he gave me. When both fingers were in, I felt my muscles relax. He started a gentle scissoring motion to stretch me. I felt my balls swelling even more. “Tell him what you want, FAGGOT,” my wife sneered. "Say it with a lisp." “Please, Eric,” I murmured, “I want your big cock inside me. I need it. Please – give me what I need.” With that, Eric withdrew his fingers. He pumped his cock a couple of times, making sure it was rock hard. Still on his knees, he moved between my legs and shifted my legs onto his broad shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock press against my waiting butt opening. Our eyes met and he smiled at me as he increased the pressure on my anus. I felt a burning sensation and began to push back against his cock. It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved into my rear as the burning increased. I winced from the sharp pain. But then my sphincter relaxed and the tip of his dick slid into me. Slowly, slowly he pushed deeper into my back passage. The burning subsided, replaced by the most exquisite sense of fullness and completeness I had ever experienced. Eric is fucking me, I thought. My wife is watching Eric fuck me. Oh, God! I can’t believe this is finally happening. As Eric buried himself within me, I gripped his powerful forearms. My hands seemed so dainty. I caught a glimpse of my pretty watch and my pride rings. This is what I was meant to be, a bottom for my manlover’s thick cock. A wide smile of contentment crossed my face, and I uttered girlish cries, “Ah! Mmm!” each time Eric thrust into me. My wife, her eyes wide at the sight of her husband taking another man’s cock, could not contain herself. “YOU SEE! YOU SEE! YOU LIKE THAT! You like being fucked. This is so fucking HUMILIATING! I’m married to a God-damn QUEER, a God-damn, stinking FAGGOT. YOU’RE NOT A REAL MAN – NO REAL MAN WOULD LET HIMSELF BE FUCKED!” New tears streamed down her face; her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She snapped more photos even as she screamed expletives at me. But my attention was fixed on my ass, on the amazing feelings Eric’s huge tool produced as he began to move in and out. Precum oozed from my dick, purplish and swollen more than I had ever seen it. I looked up at Eric’s face. It was contorted with lust. “Do you like my ass, sir?” I asked. “I hope my ass pleases you, sir.” He smiled down at me. “You’re a fast learner, boy. Good to see that I don’t have to teach you good manners.” He started to pick up the pace, now that my ass muscles were relaxing. I heard the soft, squishy sound a cock makes when it plunges in and out of a tight, wet hole – a cunt or an ass. The beautiful sound made by Eric’s cock and my ass. The room filled with the aroma of my back passage. Our eyes met and he leaned forward to kiss me. Our tongues met and his fucked my willing mouth. I felt the weight of his round beer gut atop me. My top likes my lithe body, I thought. I ran my hands up his hairy biceps and over his shoulders. When he broke our kiss, my hands explored his chest. I tugged on his harness and kneaded his abdomen with my slender fingers. “You are so sweet, sir,” I cooed. My wife looked ready to puke. I didn’t care. *** The surge of a rising orgasm built within my cock. It seemed to well up from some inner recess and take control of my body. “I’m going to cum, sir! I can’t help it. Please, sir, may I come?” Before Eric could answer, mancream spurted from my dick slit in little jets, flying across my chest and even reaching my beard. The volume of jism amazed me – I hadn’t produced anything like it since I was in my twenties. “I didn’t tell you something, hubby,” she snarled. “Eric is HIV positive. He’s going to infect you, you miserable bastard. How do you like that?” “I don’t care,” I gasped. “I only care about his pleasure.” By this time, my wife had had enough. I felt sorry for her at that moment, even as she let her homophobia erupt. She went into the bathroom and slammed the door hard. “Damn loud-mouthed bitch,” Eric said with a shrug. You’ll take orders from me now, not her.” “Yes, sir,” I said, meekly. He pulled out of me, leaving a void and momentary disappointment. “Turn over on your knees, faggot.” When he used that word, it didn’t bother me. In fact, it sent an erotic charge through me, as my true sexual identity was now no longer a secret. My legs felt like jelly, but I did as I was told. On all fours I faced the bathroom door. Eric moved behind me, pressed his cock against my slick, open butthole, and rammed his meat into me in one fluid motion. He went so deep so quickly that for a moment I felt that the tip would come out my throat. “OHHH, yes!!! Thank you, sir,” I gasped. “You made a mistake before, boy. You came without permission.” “I’m sorry, sir. It felt so good I couldn’t control myself.” “That’s no excuse,” he said, as he resumed his in-and-out action. My cock somehow stiffened again. “If you want to be my bottom, you better learn to follow orders. I’ll have to punish you.” With that he began to spank me, and plenty hard. “Thank you, sir,” I cried after each blow. The room echoed with the echoes of his slaps on my ass cheeks. My wife emerged from the bathroom fully clothed. Our eyes met, and I saw again on her face utter contempt and profound revulsion. And it was an incredible turn-on! Her face reddened as Eric spanked me and fucked me and I called out my gratitude and obvious ecstasy. “Oh, thank you, sir! I need a man like you to teach me how to be a good bottom.” Then, with a deliberate lisp in my voice, I added, “You’re so strong, so manly.” And that sent my wife off the deep end. “WE’RE FINISHED, GIRLIE-MAN!” she shrieked. “I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR NEW LOVER. NO WOMAN WOULD EVER WANT TO TOUCH YOU AFTER SHE SAW THIS. IT’S SICK, IT’S REVOLTING.” With that, she opened the door into the hall and stormed out, the door slamming loudly behind her. *** Eric leaned forward and pulled two pillows under my dick. With his massive torso on my back, my arms collapsed. I turned my head to the side. He began to kiss me again over my shoulder, and I twisted to meet his tongue. His arms went under me and his thrusts quickened. He broke our kiss and gasped, “Here it comes, boy. Take my poz load! Take it like a man!” “Yes, sir. I want it, sir. I want your toxic load in my ass! Seed me!” There was one final moment of hesitation, followed by the deepest lunge yet. “AH! AH! AHHHH!” Eric roared in my ear, as hard, rapid thrusts followed, as it heavy balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thrilled – I had fulfilled my deepest craving, to please my manlover. And suddenly that triggered my second orgasm, very different from the first but just as pleasurable. Eric lay atop me, his enormous bulk pinning me. We continued to kiss over my shoulder, softer, more tenderly. My life had been changed forever, as we both knew. My straight life was over. From this point forward I would live my true identity, as a man who loved men.

I'm working on my cumdump journey and coming off my 8 year relationship ending. Its 10/21/2022 and I have decided to spend my night at the bathhouse taking loads. I strip down to my jockstrap and begin to cruise the area. I quickly run across a guy that's really checking me out so I head to the maze and find a room hoping he'll follow, which he does. He preferred something more private so into a glory hole both we go and lock. I'm pre-lubed and he slips in, his dick is average but he has a nice body. He's fucking me from behind and starts to want to make out which was so hot swapping spit and sucking on tongues while riding his dick. He gets really turned on by this and flips me on my back and soon gives me some deliberate thrusts and moans meaning his load was filling up my hole. He leaves and I check to see if the sling is available. Some guys were hanging out around it and I asked if it was open. They weren't sure so I made a pit stop to the bathroom. After I was done I ran across one of the guys who said the sling was open, to which I said "fuck yeah!" And we headed to get me in place. The guy that led me to the sling helped get me into the sling and then pushed is thick cock in my ass and pounded my hole, rattling the chains like a dinner bell for everyone to come watch as I got fucked. He quickly blew his load and another guy proceeds to put a condom on and began fucking me. He got himself to the point of cumming and removed the condom so he could jack off into my mouth. His cum tasted so good and made me feel very piggy having his load all over my face. The last load came from an older guy who started with some light rimming before thrusting his rock hard cock in me. He had a nice curve on his cock and he used it on me very well. He soon unloaded in me adding to the other loads and left. After that the bathhouse got pretty quiet. I did have one other hot fuck that lasted probably 30 minutes but I don't think he unloaded in me. It was a good night, but I'm trying to take even more loads. Hopefully Cumunion in Dallas will give what I want.

I awoke the next morning. I was alone in bed and it was late morning. My body ached and my ass was sore. I also had a headache. As i turned lay back and opened my legs i felt cum run out of my ass. I put my fingers downs and put it to my fingers. Cum with some pink in it. I licked it. It tasted of my men and my cunt. Yummmy. "Good morning. You cant get enough can you", Daddy says looking at me from the door. "No i guess i cant", i said smiling at him. He came over and sat next to me and asked me how the last 2 days went. I told him all about meeting Ricky which was his Daddy who POZd him and how intimate sex was with him. I also told him about being fucked by Mike and thought he was really sexy and was attracted to his gaunt body. Telling him all the details made me horny which he noticed. He pulled the sheets away and took me in his mouth. My cock was still sensitive from last night but it felt so good. He kept sucking me gently and stuck two fingers in my hole and massaged my prostate gently. Pulling off my cock he said, "Just relax and cum". I did just that. He sucked softly and massage me gently and slowly i felt my orgasm come up. He paused and said, "Just relax and dont tense, let it flow out of you.". I laid back and he went back to sucking and massaging my prostate. A few minutes later, i felt it come up again and i just breathed and relaxed and came. The orgasm was huge. It was like stress was leaving my body and not tensing made the cum just flow out of me, a lot. Even though it didnt feel like it spurted out of me it actually felt like i pushed out more cum. Daddy just sucked slowly and swallowed the cum. After the orgasm subsided he kissed me and told me he had made lunch and to come out to eat. I got out of bed and looked down and there was cum where i was laying mixed with a little bit of blood. Daddy told me to lick it up and i did. I luv the taste of cum especially POZ cum. It has a different taste and love it even more when its mixed in with my pussy juice. I went out to the kitchen and sat at the dining table. We ate and talked about what he had been up to. He said he had been busy at work and hung out at the bar. He played with Cody who works for him at the store one night at the bar. He said Cody took about 5 cocks in the bathroom that night then begged to come with him. He brought him home and they fucked several times that night and the next day. I had a jealous look in my eyes but knew we agreed early on that our relationship was open. "I am glad you had a good time with Ricky and met Mike but i am glad you are back", Daddy said "I am too. I missed you.", i said and with that walked over to him, got on my knees pulled down his shorts and sucked his semihard cock. After getting him hard i turned around and sat on his cock while was sitting on the kitchen chair and fucked myself on his huge stick. After a few minutes, he picked me up, took me over to the couch put me down on all fours and started ramming my ass. It felt so good to have him back in me. The way he stretches me and fits in my cunts feels so good and he wrecks my prostate. I kept pushing back at each of his slamming thrusts, we were both grunting trying to take pleasure off of each others body. Me trying to get all of his cock in me and him trying to get as far in me as he could. This lasted at a hard and fast pace for what seemed like 20 minutes until he grabbed my hips, pushed me flat on my stomach and just pound straight into my ass. He cock rammed directly into my prostate causing me to moan like a total bitch in heat and my cock leaked. My pussy started to spasm and grip his cock as i started to cum causing him to yell out, and explode his balls deep in me and shoot hot ropes of charged cum deep into my cunt. He kept grinding into me working his seed into my pussy. He collapsed on my back, i turned my head and we kissed and our tongues danced. After a few minutes he pulled out and i turned over and licked his cock cleaned and laid back. He said he needed to go to work and i fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later and felt like shit. The body ache was worse and i had the chills. I went to the cabinet and took some Tylenol and went into the bedroom and went to bed. I woke up the next morning with my pillow wet from cold sweats and the fever i probably had. Daddy was sitting on the bed next to me. "How do you feel?", he asked "Better than i did last night", i replied "You look like you had the fuck flu again. Ricky's and Mike's AIDS strain must have impregnated you hard and deep." he said "I guess so. I have a part of him in me now", i said softly "Yes, you should go back and thank him", Daddy said I brightly smiled and agreed. "Yeah you like Mike. He is a hot guy with a huge fuck stick. You should continue to rest today", Daddy replied "I am glad you have spent time with Ricky and Mike. Especially Ricky since he was my breeder and he made me pregnant.", Daddy said. "I am glad. It was incredible, sensual, animal, sexual and also very intimate", i replied back I explained how to give myself to them and have them make me pregnant with their seed was such a deep and intimate sexual act with them. I feel like they are with me forever. Daddy could see me getting hard. "Go on", Daddy said I went on to share that i know i like to be a bottom and even submissive. I love giving myself to men and offering my body to them and having them take me, own me and plant their seed in me. I love the feeling of them marking me with their seed, especially POZ seed. I love being in rapture, soft intimate kisses and also men taking me as property and marking me with their mouths leaving hickeys and bite marks on me. I love when i can see male alpha tops looking me over, desiring me and wanting to take me. I told him there are just some men i see and smell that i feel the primal desire to mate with. "I am glad you know your place as a bottom to take all loads and offer yourself to all men. You can top if you want to but you cannot refuse a load. Moving forward i also do not want you to cum as much or not until the top has cum in you. I will also be continuing with your body development. I am going to make your nipples large so men can you them to hold on to you while they fuck your pussy. I also want them to sensitive that with a light touch your moaning like a slut. I also want them big so guys know your a whore. I am also going to make your cunt lips fatter to provide more pleasure to cocks entering you. I am also going to put a tattoo on you so men know your are a whore. And lastly i want you wearing your pink chastity cage all the time along with the urethra plug. You can piss and you can even cum but it will impede your orgasm and keep the cum in you. You understand all of this?", Daddy explained to me. "Yes Daddy", i said looking up at him. "Good boy", he said He got up and went to the drawer and got all those things out and told me to strip down. He placed the suction cups on my nipples and pumped them till they got really big and them removed the pumps from the suction cups. He moved them around and that went straight to my cock. Then is put a suction cup on my hole. and started to pump and feel my ass lips get puffy and push out. When he lifted me backwards so i could see it i was amazed that i had a prolapse and had pussy lips. Finally he got the urethra plug, applied some lube and slowly worked into my piss hole. It was uncomfortable at first but i got used to it and then he was playing with it, it actually got me hard. He them squeezed my balls and i squealed and my cock when soft and he stuffed it into the pink chastity lock. "Now you are set. Lay for a while and i will be back", he said kissing me on the lips. I lied back with my legs open and lifted on a pillow with my ass hanging so the pump on my now pussy lips would stay in place. I could see my nipples large like a whopper candy and my cock was straining in the cage hard with some precum leaking thru the plug. After about 15 minutes Daddy came back, and removed the anal pump. He started playing with my cunt lips. "Ohhh yeah your pussy is all puffy and fat and your cunt is leaking your so horny he said fingering me. It was true, all that stimulation made my hole wet. He started fingering me deeper and pulled out his fingers and put it in my mouth. I licked them and tasted my pussy that had a hint of cum that was in me. He lifted my ass and put his mouth on my hole and ate me out. I let out a loud moan and spread my legs so he could eat me out more. It felt so good and my fat lips were now so senstive, i started to beg him to fuck me. He put my legs on his shoulder and entered me in one push. I could feel each inch of his cock pass thru my fat cunt lips. "Ohh damn your pussy feel tighter and wet and your fat pussy lips are grabbing my cock. Oh damn all men are going to want you.", Daddy said Hearing that made me feel so sexy and so slutty i couldn't help but just start to squeeze and massage his mammoth stick in me and that made him moan loudly and start to pound the shit out of my fat cunt. "Ohhhh yeah your pussy is so tight and your fat cunt lips are driving me crazy. Yeah milk Daddy's cock if you want me seed boy", he exclaimed I milked his cock hard and wanted his seed so bad. He kept pounding me and then tore off the suction cups on my nipples and the air went back into them and he started to squeeze them. "Ohhhhhhhhh Dadddy please!!!!", i moaned They were so sensitive that just started to cum and my cunt wrapped around his cock convulsing and squeezing it like a boa constrictor. He yelled out and i felt his cock expand and his hot seed erupt into pussy. My cock convulsed but very little cum came out and i felt it get pushed back down my cock. It was an amazing feeling that made my cock even hard and as Daddy kept pounding me, it felt like i didn't even cum and wanted to fuck more. After another 5 minutes of fucking and him dumping another load in me he pulled out and laid next to me. I was still so horny as if i didn't cum and told him that. He laughed and said the chastity and plug worked better than he thought. He said he wanted to transform me so i would get tired of cock and become less horny cause i came. He also said that my pussy lips will drive men crazy. I couldn't wait for what lie ahead.

It does kinda feel like that doesn't it?! 😉 Damn good guess!

I'm glad everyone likes Peter so much. Maybe I'll give him a spin-off story in the future. I think he could be a real pig.

You're "good to go" as of Thursday/Friday. As long as you keep taking your Descovy regularly, your chances of being infected with HIV from sex are extremely low. Estimated at 1 in 10,000, but the number of actual breakthrough cases in people who could be verified as taking the meds regularly is less than 1 in 100,000. Pig out and enjoy!

In college, I fell hard for the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Marta and I knew each other from campus and had a few classes together. Even though was well out of my league, I got up the nerve to ask her out, and we went on a few dates. Evenings with Marta often led to fantastic safe sex at her dorm or mine after a night out together. We decided to move into a two-bedroom apartment in the summer when the dorms closed. Marta is in many ways smarter than me. She knows what she wants, and she goes after it. It’s one of her sexy traits, in addition to her tight toned body and beautiful long dark hair. Marta made it clear to me that moving in together wouldn’t mean we were exclusive. She had a few other guys she saw from time to time. I didn’t know much about them, or who they were, but knowing she was seeing other guys, and not on birth control, for anything other than vanilla oral, we used condoms. I think because several guys were servicing her, I only saw a sliver of what she was capable of. I bet she took a different cock six nights a week. She liked having her hair pulled, nipples yanked, ass slapped, and more. When I undressed her, she often had hickies or bite marks in amazing places, on her tits and ass. One of the other guys I did know she was seeing, Dante, was every bit a campus Alpha Male type. I saw them holding hands from time to time. Even though we rarely discussed what she did with other men, I had to ask if things were okay when one day, I discovered three times the sex marks on her body as usual. I wanted to be sure one of her boyfriends wasn’t beating up on her. She told me she liked it rough with Dante, and he’d invited a few friends over to share her with. She also told me that since it was Dante’s birthday, and a safe time in her cycle, she let them all cum inside her. My non-exclusive girlfriend let four men cum inside her. Marta watched me like a hawk for my reaction; more specifically, she wanted to see if her confession made me super hard. I must have passed the test because she threw her arms around me and kissed me, saying she knew our relationship had legs. Why hadn’t I spoken up about the risks that unprotected sex with multiple people opened us both up to? If I’m honest, it’s because the risks are precisely what turned me on. Marta saw that I was rock-hard and she had me lay down on her bed. She straddled my face and started to finger her pussy. Out leaked streams of briny cummy slime that poured into my gaping mouth. She talked dirtier than I’ve ever heard her asking how I liked my first of many creampies? I murmured approval. Marta ground her ruined cunt into my mouth and I lapped at her puffy labia. More cum poured out of her pussy, and even her asshole. I realized I was eating Dante’s loads mixed with strangers. I swallowed down as much as I could. After bringing her to orgasm, Marta climbed off and jerked me off. She asked if I liked Dante’s birthday present and I truthfully told me it turned her on. I started being rougher with Marta and she responded well. Apparently, every week or so another guy Marta was dating would have a birthday or some other kind of celebration. That led to Marta bringing multiple loads home to me in her pussy regularly. We always used condoms out of safety to me, except when it really was my birthday. That was the first time she let me cum inside her. On that day, she brought my creampie to another lover to eat out. Things went on like this until summer when we moved in together. We agreed to keep things casual, and of course, she kept regularly getting fucked her other men, often in groups, and increasingly bareback. Now that we lived together, half of the time she hooked up with another guy, which now happened every other day, it happened at our place. I’d be respectful and study at the library whenever they’d come over. This went on for a year, during which she told me I was one of the only guys using protection with her and she’d love to take my seed more often. I asked her if that meant things were getting more serious between us. She said it did, but it didn’t mean she’s stop seeing other guys or make them use protection. Nearly a year after pounding my girlfriend raw, along with some number of other guys, our apartment lease was up for renewal. The landlord made a horrendous offer that would have priced us out of the building. Marta asked if she could meet with him privately to see if they could negotiate. I agreed, and that night, asked her how it went. She’d let him fuck her, with protection, and he filled up a condom with his load before pulling out. She pointed to the latex condom knotted and resting on a saucer next to her bed. She told me that pouring it inside would be the only way for me to eat a creampie tonight. I bit through the tip of the reservoir and swallowed a small burst of our landlord’s cum. Marta spread her pussy wide for me as I drizzled that load onto and into my girlfriend’s unprotected cunt. Two years after that, Marta was regularly taking loads from more than five men, me included. We were about to graduate, and she was ready to start seriously thinking of starting a family. When she told me that she wanted to keep having bareback sex with me, I knew things were getting serious. She got every one of her boyfriends to agree that if she got knocked up, they’d take it as a sign and the responsible boyfriend would become her fiancée. I was glad I was still in the running. At the end of the day, Marta ended up marrying one of Dante’s pals, who had knocked her up. They moved in together. As she swole up, Marta still regularly visited her boyfriends, me included. We all continued to fuck her raw. It is gross if I tell you how much longer I last when she’s opened-up and dripping the seed of many men? The guys who lubed her pussy with their cum were nearly all of them strangers to me. What normally happens happened nine months later. Marta and the man who knocked her up got engaged, and he decided to give her a wedding present. He begged Marta’s boyfriends to breed her again the night before their wedding. It was the first time I met all six of them, from wildly different walks of life and ages. I was a little sad that Marta and I weren’t going to be married but also thrilled that she’d still be fuckable whenever we wanted to meet up.

Living near a state park has its benefits. You meat lots of interesting types. Well, there are days when there no one’s around; but on other days the park is full of Gay men cruisin’. Mine was the only car in the lot when I pulled in, so I parked and started down the vine-glad trail to the lake when I saw a tow truck drive in. I reached the lake and sat down at a picnic bench. I had a lot to contemplate. I‘d just returned from the Doc who told me my Viral Load had spiraled out of control and my T-Cells had fallen below AIDS. I stared at the three indecipherables he’d written me. Still I wasn’t sure I was ready to go on Meds, but I wanted to keep all my options on the table. So I stuffed ‘em in my pocket and promptly forgot about them. I heard foot steps as the driver approached. Still preoccupied and figuring it was some guy cruisin’, I said “Hi,” but didn’t look up. He took his cell phone and slammed on the table beside me. I jumped. “Bad day?” I asked apprehensively, half prepared to ward off blows. He blurted out his wife had left him for his best friend. Tsk! Tsk! Another Breeder gone awry! But he wanted get it off his chest, and I was relieved to put that AIDS crap out of my mind, so we discussed his issues, not mine. He’d said he’d suspected she was messin’ around, but not with his best friend. He wasn’t exactly model material, but not bad for an average joe—tall, slimly built, with sideburns, and big gray-brown eyes. The cap concealed much of his face, but he looked good enough to eat. I hadn’t had sex, and I was hungry. He wore a pair of old jeans, threadbare at the knees, and an oil-stained gray worker’s shirt. A real blue collar kind of guy. His name was Stevie, or so I found out later. He’d been married for ten years and had worked hard to give her everything—but for most women hard is not enough. I couldn’t help but take a gander at his crotch, and what a crotch it was! What foolhardy bitch would give that up? I watched as he talked—full, sensuous lips, nose a little too large, strong and powerful hands, fully capable of putting out. He got up and walked down to the lake. Yep, his jeans were tight enough. And there was a small hole below his wallet pocket where alluring flesh showed through. He turned and caught me staring at him. “Married?” he asked. “No,” I replied. “Good for you!” He came back to the picnic table and sat down beside me. After pregnant silence, he sniffed the air. “You smell real nice.” “I just came from the Doctor’s office.” “Nothing serious, I hope.” “Nothing I can’t live without.” We laughed and stared into each others’ eyes. “You gay?” “What do you think?” A pregnant pause. “I think yes.” “That bother you?” “To each his own.” The conversation had taken my kind of turn, and I didn’t want to let it drop. I took a chance and let my hand fall to his thigh. I figured he might expect that from a gay. He didn’t cringe nor shrink away. I pretended to brush my hair out of my eyes, and let my hand fall on his crotch. A tiny moan. So he’d come there for consolation, after all! Emboldened I massaged circles on his bulge. A groan! Full steam ahead! Glancing about to make sure we were still alone, I unzipped his jeans and licked at his cotton briefs. He’d zombied out on me. I pulled down his briefs, exposing a tumescent cock. Dead Giveaway #1. A drop of precum said it all. He didn’t have to say a word. I let my tongue caress his frenum and whisked it away. “Man, that was sweet!” Torpidity—I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but it was too late to stop! I’d started something I had to finish. Besides, it’d be a shame to let this Breeder go to waste. Checking to see we were alone, I sucked his dickhead in my mouth. No longer able to suppress his lust, he rammed it down my throat. Compliantly, he shifted as I tugged at his jeans. Stubbornly his sweaty briefs clung to his thighs, but I finally got them down around his knees. I cupped his sweaty, cum-filled balls, sucking each into my mouth. He moaned again as I ran my tongue over his dickhead. “Man, I’m gonna’ shoot!” In total abandonment he plowed in and out. His thick black pubes grazed my lips and mouth. Before my gag reflex kicked in, his sweet NEG cum spurted down my throat. I became aware my ass was wet. After all, it had been a week! He fell back on the table. I kept that dickhead in my mouth, determined to suck up every drop of NEG manseed. “Man, I needed that!” I invited him over for a beer, and the Tow Truck followed my car. So what was a POZ guy like me doing foolin’ around with a NEG married man? Well, I’ll tell let me clue you in, my friend. You gotta take what cums along. Besides, I had something special to offer him. He parked on the street, and I in the garage. We started kissing before the garage door was fully down. As I’d hoped, his hands went straight for my butt. I led him to the bedroom and undressed his ass. I dropped to my knees, licked his dick through sweaty shorts, and felt up his legs and butt. I made short shrift of those damp jockeys, and before me stood was one very nicely built straight NEG married man. His dick stuck straight out with ever so slight a curve up and out. But I sensed he still hadn’t come to terms with what we were about to do. “Your wife never sucked you off?” “Hell, no! She hated cum.” “She like gettin’ fucked?” “Said it hurt a lot.“ I told him point blank his dick was just right for those of us who love it big, thick, and NEG. Well, forget the POZ/NEG part for now. I’d let nature take its course. I pushed him back on the bed, got down between his legs, and sucked him off, mouthing his balls, one egg at a time. Meekly he lifted his leg and I got my first glimpse of his sweet mancunt. I determined then and there to have that pussy before the night was through! My tongue darted in and out of his A-Hole, rimming his butt like it was goin’ outta style. For a moment I thought he'd bust a gut, especially when, without being bidden, he held his ass cheeks apart and pushed back to meat my tongue. “GODDAMN!” rolled off his lips. He was like putty in my mouth. I pulled him up, and we kissed—Gay, Man-to-Man. I spit between his lips. He swallowed eagerly. His hands were all over me—feeling, touching, caressing, rubbing. His fingers went to my cunt. For a novice, he sure knew the right moves. I let out a moan when he touched my pussy. “I’d love to fuck you.” “I’d love for you to fuck me, too.” “Use condoms or anything?” I grabbed the Vaseline and massaged a big gob on his shaft. I inched up astride him, lined up his big dick with my ass cunt and slid down on him. As I rode his pole, he began pumping like I was the first real fuck of his life. In a sense I suppose I was. I rolled us over until I was on my back. Then I lifted my legs astride his broad shoulders, which made him the Aggressor. No denying that. He fucked like he was trying to get his whole body into mine; and, between us, we made sloppy fucking sounds. His breathing grew labored. He pulled all the way out and rammed it back in. Twice more and then he shot—so hard I thought we’d both pass out. I used my ass muscles to milk his dick, craving every drop of Sweet NEG Cum—assuming he was still NEG. He fell atop me, his dick inside me. I rubbed his ass, thinking what a ass it was—nice, tight, firm, smooth to the touch. And soon it would to be mine! His cock came out, still semi-hard, so I knelt down and sucked it clean of NEG Cum and POZ ass juice. “HOT DAMN! That was great!” He didn’t know how SPECIAL it was! Doubting his inexperience, I asked if he’d ever been with a man before. He probably lied when he replied he’d never been with a guy before. And I was more determined than ever to help him convert. But the dude had drifted off. I stared at him wondering how he’d gotten so fucked up, getting hitched with some stupid bitch, when he was obviously naturally gay. He opened his eyes and caught me staring at him. “I’d like to try getting fucked sometime. “ “I think that can be arranged.” The guy was just beggin’ to be BRED! An opportunity like that doesn’t cum along everyday. And you gotta strike while the iron is hot! Again he dozed, as I lay there plotting my next move.

11 Loads! Howard came over around 1:30. Silver daddy muscles glasses. We’ve been Fucking like bunnies for over 10 years. He’s a multiple cummer and gave me loads 7 through 10! Load 11 - cute black cub passing through from NJ. He ran through me XD

If he doesn’t want my load, I’m not fucking. I don’t waste my swimmers

Bear in mind that this estimate means that once you’ve taken bare cock up your ass 10,000 times, infection is a near certainty. So…pace yourself. Don’t do it all in a week.

Is it long term if I let him stay the whole night?

I love eating out loaded holes! Plenty to find in Amsterdam!

Since @TaKinGDeePanalmentioned me, I'll jump in here. My husband and I have been together for 33 years (and married legally when it became legal in NY in 2012). We have had, since our second date a sexually open relationship - both of us had lost our first partners in our 20s, his to testicular cancer, mine to AIDS. We are currently 59 (me) and 63 (him) years old. We met as him 100% top and me 90% top, Me = HIV positive since before 1985, him still HIV negative 33 years later. When neither of us is performing he works nights and I work days - meaning for the vast majority of these 33 years except when we were performing in a show TOGETHER, I was alone on Friday and Saturday nights. Frankly, he was happy for me to go out to a sex party or sex venue and play around rather than sit home doing nothing or go to a bar where any guy I chatted with was likely looking for more than a one-night hookup. That said, for the first 21 years of our relationship, we had sex ourselves at least 5 nights if not 6 nights a week. And with him, sex wasn't just sex, it was if you'll pardon the mawkishness making love along with sexual release. Very different from just sex with a buddy. Yes, many nights it was fairly quick and mostly oral, but we still connected on a sexual level and enjoyed it thoroughly even while both of us enjoyed extra-curricular activities both together and alone. Unfortunately, Rheumatoid Arthritis runs in his family and it hit him early, by the 21st year of our relationship, sex began being painful for him, a few years on it stopped pretty much completely as even receiving a blow job from me caused too much pain, and he was no longer getting hard (which mortified him) and he just turned off sexually, in the intervening 10 years we have had sex a total of 3 times. At first I was devastated, my libido still in overdrive (as he always says), but also the romantic sexual connection between us was something extremely special that doesn't happen in other sex and I really really missed - and still miss - it. Of course, that led to guilt on his part, and hurt. loss and admittedly a bit of anger on my part. But I'm not a monster, I can see he was in so much pain, and much as it hurt me to do so, I had to start kind of numbing myself to the fact that there was a naked man beside me in bed every night whom I dearly loved and still found sexy, AND I COULD NOT TOUCH OR SUCK OR PLAY WITH HIM AT ALL. It's still somewhat of a challenge - and he is frankly quite grateful that we set up our relationship the way we did so that I can still enjoy the sexual experiences I've always enjoyed (me having always been much more adventurous and kinky than him and getting into scenes he wasn't into when I play own my own) and continue to have a sex life even though his he feels is quite done. I will always maintain hope that some day some time... but realistically its not likely to happen. Why do we stay together? Because much as I'm a sex freak, that's not ALL there is to a relationship, especially not one that's lasted this long - one based not only on sexual attraction, but mutual interests, mutual goals, healthy intelligent conversation (even after 33 years), mutual love and respect, and the fact that he's also my best friend. Although this isn't the way I'd prefer our life to be, neither of us will ditch all we have because one of us is still a horny bastard and the other has lost interest in ALL sex, not just in his husband. Does that help @badjujuboy? Feel free to IM if you want specifics on how our open sexual relationship works and how we keep from getting jealous...

My name is Peter, a top with height 188 cm , muscled with an8.5" thick and cut. It all started when I was in my twenties, I had aboyfriend but used to chat online but never met anybody. Every night, I used tosign in on one of the chatting websites and spend all night chatting with guysinto the weirdest and hottest things we might get into if we meet. Then one night I started chatting with an older guy (Jerry) whohappened to have a huge crush on my pictures and insisted on meeting me. Iwasn't interested at all as he was double my age and he wasn't my type at all.But he kept insisting and I kept rejecting, until one day I discovered myboyfriend cheating on me. I returned home putting in my mind that I want to cheat onhim also. I logged in the website and put "looking to meet now". Thesame old guy responded and told him it's his lucky day. We exchanged phonenumbers and 20 minutes later I was on my way to his place. When I reached my senses started returning back to me and Iwas thinking what am I doing. But my anger was stronger so after 10 minutes Iwas outside his door knocking. A nice hot mid forties guy opened the door wearinga robe. We kissed and he let me in. I was really shy and little embarrassed buthe was really gentle and told me he wouldn't proceed if I don't want to. I toldhim no its fine but I am little shy. He laughed and asked me if I want a coke, I told him yes. Hebrought two cups of coke and I drank it in one shot without stop. He then toldme he put some G in the glass to make me relaxed. After a while I startedfeeling relaxed we went to his room where it was the best room I have ever seenwith all equipments including huge screen, lots of dolidos, jocks, wide rangeof leather jocks and straps, handcuffs and of course a leather sling. I wasshocked but happy with what I am seeing. He asked me how am I feeling, I said I am good and feelinghorny. He asked me if I wanna parTy andplay all night. I told him I am free for the next 48 hours, he grinned . Thenhe asked me if I am happy with what I am seeing, I told him yes. The he went downstairs for 5 minutes and he brought a smallbag with white stuff inside it. he asked me if i smoke T, I told him yes eventhough I didn't have any idea about what he was talking. He put some of thiswhite powder in the glass pipe and told me to smoke. I told him I have no clue.He started teaching me and within the next 10 minutes I was smoking it bymyself. After a while I didn't feel anything from the T but then it startedhitting me as I started shaking and wasn't able to put lighter under the glasspipe. At this stage I was feeling the other guy stripping me piece by piece.Then he started licking all my body from top to bottom while I kept smoking. Mybody was tingling in an erotic way and was very horny. I started stripping himand licking all his body until we were both naked. He then gave me a viagra anda very tight jockstrap and he wore a jockstrap also. At this stage I was veryhorny and willing to do anything with this guy. Jerry started to lick all overmy body and when he reached my nipples I was moaning very load that he went crazylicking my nipples and I went crazy moaning. Then he reached my balls andstarted licking them, then he brought a rope and tied my big 8.5 cockcompletely and also my balls stopping blood to my cock. This drove me crazy andI started tongue kissing him. Then he brought the pipe and we started smoking,then he took a big hit and kissed me deep for long 5 minutes. I was flyinghigh, I pushed him on the bed and started licking his body sucking him all overand touching him in places that drove him crazy. He was shaking and playingconstantly with my nipples, this drove me crazy with me sucking his cock andhim squeezing my cock harder with the rope. Jerry then untied my cock and we took 69 position suckingeach other. Jerry asked me for my piss and we went to the bathroom and he drankall my piss directly from the tab. The I took his piss also deep inside mymouth which made me more horny. With all the piss in my system I startedfucking him deep inside and he started moaning really load in pleasure. Icontinued for the next half an hour fucking him continuously until I cameinside him. It was the strongest feeling as I shouted as if it was the firsttime ever I came. I started sucking my cum from his ass and he jerked also. Weate all the cum mine and his and swallowed it until the last drop. We took a shower and asked me if I slammed before. I told him never. He said this will take me into different world. He went to the bag and started preparing two syringes. To be continued.....

Had a really good experience tonight. In Scotland this weekend, hooked up with a mid 30s guy who lived in a small flat near the top of a tower block in the north of Glasgow. He was a nice-looking guy, small, and dark haired with a nice smile and a really fit arse and I really enjoyed his company. He told me he had been street homeless for a while before he got the flat and he was so proud of it - he had hardly any furniture, but the place was as neat as a pin. All he had in the bedroom was a single mattrass on the floor - and that's where I fucked him. We sucked each other for a while and then I got him on his knees and pushed my tongue up his fit, hairy arsehole - he loved it. He'd already told me he wasn't on Prep, but liked it bare, so I lubed him up and pushed my cock up his arse. He was really tight and was a great fuck. He was really into being fucked and was moaning for me to fuck him harder and to breed him. I shot a nice big load right up him. Hoping to hook up with him again

The colon is very long. When a guys arm goes in, the organs are pushed aside a bit. I’ve been up a guy to my bicep. You can feel his heart beating. His dick was soft but it was running with precum. The trick is to go VERY SLOWLY and take tirection from the bottom. It’s done ON HIS TIME! He’ll relax if he knows he can trust you. As you go in be sure to stop when he says so or if you feel resistance. Hold still. Let him take a few deep breath’s and many hit the poppers. You’ll feel him open the next sphincter and you can slowly move deeper. You can repeat that 2 or 3 more times until you reach the point where he says no deeper. the go even slower on the way out! I learned this from the guy I went into up to my bicep. I used this technique to be able to take a fist up to the guys elbow. It was HOT AS FUCKING HELL. I love Fisting a butch guy, but I LOVE GETTING FISTED BY BUTCH STUDS WHO TRULY LOVE STICKING THEIR HANDS AND ARMS UP A GUYS ASS! the body can take it if you GO SLOWLY!

I love it … especially a big ring, banding up against my prostate!

Oh I don't refuse any load now. Regardless from who it's from. 🐷 I'll be up the Heath soon or have a hotel where the sole purpose is to be used, loaded and spent.

That's the sign of a sexually healthy male that listens to and indulges the Lustful appetites of his body, rather than suppressing them and living in a state of unhappy, unfulfilled denial. Stroke away brother! It's the purpose of your penis!

Go for broke and enjoy those loads. Since taking Prep I've taken so many raw cocks, many I've never seen, I don't ask, I just let them use me. Regular STI's are all I've caught. If you get HIV while taking Prep, then you'd be very very very unlucky. Enjoy being a slut.

The more pigs, the merrier! 😈💦☣️

Q: How do you cure a nymphomaniac? A: Marry her.

Thanks for your perspective @versmetropig. It's interests me to hear different thoughts on this. My bf and I do have an open relationship and have from the start. I'm 100% bottom and he's vers. Sometimes, he definitely craves a cock in his cunt which I can't oblige.... it's just not in me to do it but enjoy knowing and at times watching him experience it. It makes me actually more attracted to him as I enjoy servicing other subs/bottoms. I've had many FWB, so I know the difference between sex for sex's sake and sex with an emotional attachment. It was a journey though. As I've posted before, we're only two years into this and hopefully, we'll have the opportunity to see where ours leads us. It's ours to develop and make work for us. It's the relationships where a couple seems to be stuck (no sex/we're only together because of mixed finances; the only way I get these days is by my hand, etc.) that discouraged me and prompted me to just put this out there.

That is fucking hot. My dad and others said that a lot to me.

Had been pushing back on this guy's dick to get his load one night at a bathhouse months earlier, then ran into him again, he recognized me, grabbed my hand and said "you're getting my load extra deep tonight." Rock hard in my jock and took more loads that night from more strangers than ever before

My ex wife threw me out of the house when she found out I did Tina and got fucked by men. I literally giggled in her face, she freed me to be a pig, no need to hide my using, fucking and perversity. Immediately rented a room from my dealer , got more t and the celebrated with a black tranny hooker with a 9 inch cock and a filthy weekend at a bathouse and took 18 loads in 2 days

Took a nice load at the abs from a bud who actually gave me my first load 16 years ago. He use to orgasm like 3 times easy but now it’s just once. Thing is he still shoots cum multiple times, he just doesn’t fully orgasm. Sorta like edging lol. Andy way he pounded me for a good 20-25 min before he took a took a break. Mainly because we fucking out in the open and some old dude was trying to get in on the action and didn’t understand the word no. So I asked did you cum? He said no but I still felled you and that he did. Cum was dripping down my leg as some other dude started stroking my cock and lifted his shirt and asked me to blow my load on his chest. I gladly obliged. I was still in bottom mode so I made one more tour sound all the different rooms and theaters. Went into a room that showed straight porn and some guy stroking his cock. I dropped my pants and started stroking and he came over and started feeling my ass while he was watching one of the tvs with a girl taking a dick up her ass. I bent over a couch and this guy started jerkin faster and started playing with my hole. With that the guy in the porn vid starts unloading in the girl and this guy says he’s gonna cum. I said quickly cum in my ass just like the vid and he strokes really hard and just jams it in my hole (I had to shut around quick to take it in, his aim was off lol) and he just instantly unloads in my hole and leaves. I reached back and it was one of those thick creamy loads so I pushed it back in, licked my fingers and just pulled up my underwear and pants and went to the bathroom. I was going to clean up a bit but said nah I’m gonna enjoy this one so I just washed my hands and let that load spill out into my clothes for the walk and car ride home. Good stuff

Our next stop was the Mexican guys studio. As we drove my hubby asked why I had chosen the next artist. I considered saying something about the artist's work; but, emboldened by the two loads in my ass decided to tell him the real reason. "Honestly he is just so fuckin cute." His sarcastic response, "So I guess that means you want a chance to fuck and poz him to." "No ... but if he'll fuck me ..." "You slut." "Who me .... yeah. Do you wanna watch?" "Fuck no! You don't even know he's gay. " "I can live in hope." "You're a fool." "Probably." I laughed. The Mexican artist met us at the door, and we looked around for a bit at his displayed work. I wasn't overly impressed with this nondescript work, but true to his profile pic the artists was cute. My hubby picked up on this and whispered in my ear, 'he is cute, but I don't find him sexy." We rarely agree on anything and this was one of those times. I not only found him sexy, to me he was so fuckin hot that I could barely contain my hornyness. We kept chatting the artist up and he invited us to his computer screen to peruse his web site. On about the third page, down in the right hand bottom there was a link button, 18+. I asked about it and he invited me to click on it. The next page explained that if the observer went further they would be confronted with NSFW 🔞 art. I clicked on 'Forward' I was asked to enter my birth year to prove I was over 18. No problem so deeper into the web gallery I moved. 'Yes, this was the erotic material I had hoped to find in my research for this art tour.' I said to myself. Full frontal paintings of nude men and women. Some were solo, others in couples or groups. Some were engaged in erotic touch. Deeper into the next page were couples engaged in full coitus. That they were all straight couples was not lost on me. The artist was quick to explain the people depicted had each commissioned him to paint their sexual acts. In fact he had a special studio in the basement dedicated for this artistic service he provided, "Would you like to see it?" "Sure!" I blurted. Quickly snubbed by my husband. "Awe no. I don't want to see that. I'm going outside. Take as long as you want." And he was out the door. My cute Mexican and I made our way to the basement. The studio was beautiful. Decorated like a luxurious hotel room with the sexually explicit paintings all around. The men's cocks were magnificent. I was finally seeing his best art. My inner imp was on the loose and all of a sudden I heard myself probing; "So do you ever join as they have sex modeling for you?" "No" was his initial response, and then he added. "Accept that once. ... I think I still have a copy. I have to keep it hidden from my wife." With a twinkle in his eyes he pulled a paint from a drawer. Three people having sexy. A woman and man, and the second man is definitely the artist. His huge erection is front and center of the painting. "So did you ever touch his cock?" My imp was loose again. "No way man. Have never touched a cock other than mine." "OK, but have you ever kissed a man. " "No way. " "But would you like to try? You know as an artist and all, to get the right feeling into a painting ... um, when a gay couple like us commission a piece I mean." "Um, " he faltered "Well maybe just a kiss." I leaned in taking his face in my hands and pulled him in for a full lip lock. As he lingered and didn't pull away I added some tongue. He tongued me back. I grabbed his hand and pulled it down to my swollen crotch. "What about feeling another man's cock?" His grasp tightened. I helped him pull down my zipper and my hard cock popped out. Without thinking his hand was around my naked girth. As he held on tight I got into his pants and freed up his semi erection. He just kept holding tight so I bent and moved around to take his cock in my mouth. I love that feeling of a nice sized cock going hard in my mouth. I began to swirl my tongue around his swollen dick head. I heard a slight moan so I pushed on down taking in his full length. Now there were loud moans as I encouraged him to fuck my face. At first his strokes were tentative but he soon picked up confidence. It was also clear from his erratic breathing that he was getting close. I just kept encouraging him forward. At the moment of ejaculation he tried to pull away, but I just sucked him in deeper. Each blast of cum painted my throat and was immediately swallowed. He pumped into me quite a number of times and collapsed backwards into the wall behind him to get his breath and balance back. "Fuck man. That was amazing! No woman has done that to me not even my wife. Fuck " "Nice. So would you like to fuck? Fuck me that is?" I figured I might as well 'cut right to the point.'

He pulled down my pants easily as they are elastic grey nylon athletic pants. He pulled down my briefs and and started to finger my hole, "Oh what a nice tight pussy...hmmmm.", he said. I let out a low groan as he started to finger me, i unconsciously pushed my ass back and up. He kept fingering me, and found my gspot and i let out a panting moan, "Hmmmmwhat a slut.", he said. He then leaned in and started to eat my pussy. "OHHHHH Fuck.....ughhhhhhhh", i panted like a bitch in heat. I then felt his cock at my hole entering. "Noooo please not bare", i called out. Once he he heard that he rammed hard into me. "Ouuuuwww.....ugghhh", i grunted. It hurt as there was not lube only my spit. He started stroking me hard. I tried to pull away but his boy pushed me back on his cock. Oh damn he was pounding me hard and it hurt but he was also hitting me in my prostate and i let out a moan, arched my back and started to pant. "Ohhhh someone likes it now huh", he said. He kept hitting that spot in me that made me moan like a little bitch in heat especially as his boy had his cock back in my mouth and he was playing with my sensitive nipples. "I am going to charge you bitch.", he said. "What's....ughh guhh, charge?" i moaned. "I am going to poz your pussy with my charged seed.", he grunted back. "No please i don't want to you to cum in me...please", i managed to blurt out in between panting moans. "Fine bitch", he said. He pulled out and pushed me away. I looked back in shock and sadness. "What, you said you didn't want me to cum in you so i stopped. I don't give cum to bitches who don't want or appreciate them." he said staring at me. "Can you fuck me more but not cum in me", i asked shyly. "No i am not going to waste my time with you.", he said. He looked at his boy and waved him over. The younger guy came over dropped to his knees and sucked him clean. The Daddy pulled up his shorts and they both left the bathroom, grabbed their drinks and left. I laid there mesmerized by what just happened and still horny. I got up, wiped my ass and went back outside. As I started to clean up and close the shop a guy walked in, and asked if we were still open. I apologized and said sorry we are closed and I forgot to the lock the door. He was a stark handsome looking man. He was about late 40's, 6'1, medium build, tatts on his arms and neck. He also had an large loop earring on each each and a nose ring. There was something animalistic about him. "No problem. My name is Mitch and i am a new massage therapist in this area and wanted to know if i can put my flyers on your business board. I said sure. "What kind of massage do you do?" , i asked him. After he posted his flyer, "It depends on the customer. I tailor it to their needs. I like to find that spot and relieve their stress, especially in the lower back regions. We keep a lot of stress their that needs relieving and stretching.", he said in a very calm yet seductive tone. "Do you need a massage?", he asked. "Yes who couldn't, and its been a long day.", i said. "Great why don't you come over to my place at 8p. I would love to work on you and help you relax.", he said. "Uhhh i have to run some errands and stuff, maybe another time." i said nervously and reluctantly. "You sure, i can really make you feel good and stretch your limits." , he said as he leaned in towards me over the counter. Our faces were about a foot a part. His eyes were so seductive and his manly body odor scent was overpowering me. "Ok that sounds really nice.", i said. "Great, see you at 8p. I cannot wait to get my hands on you.", he said walking out. I closed up the store and ran my errands. I got home around 7p and my mom asked if I was going to join them for dinner. I told them now i was going out to meet some friends. I quickly took a shower, cleaned my hole and was getting dressed. I picked out some jocks i had, loose shorts and a shirt. I left and arrived at his place right at 8pm. He lived in 3 story walk up apartment off the main road that was surrounded by small businesses. I called him to ask what apartment number and he said to come around the corner to his studio. I walked around and found his studio. It was the only one in the area that had lights on and i walked in. It was a nice studio with a massage table in the middle, a couch, tv and bathroom with a shower. He grabbed my hand and welcomed me with a soft hug. It felt so good i hugged him back and we just held there for what seemed like a while but was only probably 10 seconds. I am much short so i only came to his shoulders and i was intoxicated with his manly body odor no deodorant scent. It was so animalistic. We parted and he said, "why don't we sit on the couch and talk for a bit before we start.". We sat down next to each other our bodies slightly touching. I could feel his sexual energy that was oozing from his body. He put his hand on my knee and said, "So what would you like to get out of your session?". "You know just a relaxing massage", i said nervously "is that all? Are you sure?", he said smiling I saw the TV on on the side and never noticed until now but there was gay porn playing on it. And it caught my eye. His hand ran up my leg and massaged my thigh and i turned back to him. "You sure that's all your want from your session?", he asked. He kept rubbing my thigh and I was having a difficult time concentrating. "I would like a full body massage that releases all my stress", i said while touching his leg as well. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I traced the outline and it was huge and thick. "I want you to feel comfortable to explore and enjoy male touch, okay?", he said while smiling at me. "Okay", i said relaxing. He stood up, grabbed my hands and pulled me up. We stood against each other. "Here let's get you out of these clothes.", he said pulling my shirt over my head. I slowly pulled down my my pants. He then grabbed my jocks and pulled them down, my hard cock popping out dripping with precum. He then took off his shirt. He was gorgeous. He had tattoos all over his body. He then pulled down his short and out popped this huge 8"+ thick cock covered in tattoos. I couldn't help myself and tried to reach out and touch it. He let me just hold it and caress it. He pulled me closer and just held me while fondled his huge meat. Then he pulled us a part and told me to get on the table. As i turned i looked at the TV playing gay porn and i couldn't figure out what was going on. The bottom was in a sling and there was the top in between his legs but he wasn't fucking him. He was moving his arm back and forth slowly and twisting his wrist. The bottom was in total pleasure. I turned to Mitch and asked, what is this, i am confused. He chuckled, "It's fisting". "What", i said. "He has his fist in the guys ass. It is called fisting.", he said. "OMG, you mean he has his hand in the guys ass? That must hurt like hell", i said. "Actually it doesn't. Does that guy look in pain?", he asked as his hand rubbed my butt. I was mesmerized. I couldn't stop watching. I didn't realize that his chest was on my back and his hands were starting to run slowly and sensually over my body. He was hugging me from behind while his large hands roamed my body. "That looks incredible as i watched the TV", i gasped softly leaning back into his embrace. His hands were slowly teasing my nipples and lightly brushing my hard cock. "Let's get on the table", he said softly in my ear. I got on the table face down and he slowly worked my shoulders, back and legs. I was jello and horny at the same time. He then slowly ran his hand up my inner thigh and i let out a low moan. He focused on that area and my cock was rock hard and leaking all over. I felt him climb up on the table and start to massage my buttock and then started to rub my hole then he leaned over and started to eat me out. I raised up my hips to meet his mouth and tongue and started to moan loudly. He ate me and fingered me slowly. First one then two then three fingers. "Ughhhhhhh", i moaned like a total slut. He continued to work on my hole opening it up. It felt so good. He was working it, stretching it open. Then he got four fingers in. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He has really large hands and it was having both pain and immense pleasure. He then started to kiss up my back then the back of my neck my ears. I lifted my head to meet his lips and our tongues were intertwined. "You like the taste of your pussy", he asked. I leaned in to kiss him and cleaned his mouth and tongue of all my pussy juice in his mouth. Now his cock was sliding between my ass cheeks. "Do you have a condom", i asked. "No sorry i don't fuck with condoms", he said. And i don't fuck in my sessions. I want it to be exploring and sharing of our bodies beyond sex. "We will get there", he whispered. I turned over on my back and we embraced kissing and his hand went back to my hole playing with it, teasing it, probing it. I opened up my legs and lifted my knee to give him more access. We made out like that all the while slowly sinking more fingers in me driving me crazy. He tried to stick his thumb but it wouldn't go in so he kept swirling his fingers in me a stroking my prostate when suddenly i started to shoot all over. "UGhhhhhhhhhhh", i moaned. Spurt after spurt erupted all over us. His hands worked faster fingering my pussy. Our lips locked. Slowly i came down but his fingers were still in me and our lips doing slow intimate kisses. "That was incredible", i said. "It's only the beginning", he said and kissed me. (I appreciate your patience. We will get there soon.)

I woke up the next morning early. I had to go to work and then run errands. I work at a coffee shop as the manager and it was a busy day especially as one of my employees didn't show for work. So i was working both cashier and barista. Near closing at a tall guy around 50's with some tats and a younger kid looked no more than 20 walked in together. They were the only customers in the place. As it was closing time i went to go and lock the door and walked back to take their order. As i was walking back i noticed the older guy had his hand on the younger guys butt grabbing it with his arm around his waist. The older guy saw me glance at his hand on the other guys ass. I got back behind the counter and said, "Hi can i take your order.". The older guy ordered a latte and so did the kid. Then the older guy said, " Are you sure that's a good idea? You know what it does to your stomach and your pussy?". My eyes looked wide open as i couldn't believe what i just heard. The younger one said, "You are right Daddy. I'll have a veggie juice smoothie please.". The older gentleman looked at me and said "Change the second latte to a veggie juice.". I was just staring in a daze at the older gentleman both in what i just heard and in a bit of curiosity and excitement. He was hot. He was 6'2" medium build, he had a tight bike racing shirt and huge nipples and looked like a ring in each of them and tight spandex biker shorts. As I looked down i could see a huge bulge. He grinned and saw me checking him out. "Hello? You okay man?", he said slowly looking at me with his piercing eyes and as he was talking he reached down and grabbed his cock and shifted it up as it looked like it was getting harder. I watched him intently grab his thick meat. The door tried to be opened . It was was the post office delivery lady dropped of our mail. She just stuck it instead thru the mail slot. I said thank you and looked back at the two guys. The younger guy was now in front of me with the older guy behind him holding him. The Daddy, had one arm around his waste in a cuddling like way and his other hand running up and down his boy from his nips to his cock. He also looked like he had nipple rings and a nice but not large cock like his Daddy. The younger guy said, "Did you hear my order?". I said, "Uhhh ok. Sorry, yes.....I will get that for you right away.". The younger guy gave me his card to pay and i processed all the while looking at them but trying not to stare. The Daddy started snuggling more and kiss his boy from the back and playing with him, even sticking his hand down his shorts. The younger guy said, "Daddy stop you know how that makes my pussy so wet. We don't want this guy to call the cops or worst shoot his load.", he said and laughed. While the boy said one thing, he clearly push his tight ass back into his Daddy's crotch and opened up more of his neck. I turned away and worked on their drinks. The younger guy, asked for the code to the bathroom. I said, "It's 6969". They laughed and he went in. I turned around after finishing the drinks and the older guy was gone too. I heard some rustling coming from the bathroom. It was a single person bathroom. As i got closer i realized they were both in their. I leaned in and heard slapping, and moaning. "Uggh, uggh, uggh" in a bit of a fem high pitched tone. Then i heard the older guy say, "Ohhh yeah give me your wet tight cunt". "Yes Daddy its your wet cunt....you made me so horny fuck me Daddy breed me now with your seed please." . " Here is comes boy gonna make you pregnant. AAAHHHHHHH". By now my cock was super hard and i was so entranced i leaned in closer to the door and it wasn't closed tightly so the door opened right up. The younger guy was bent over the sink with his Daddy leaning over him fucking him from behind. They both looked at me and smiled, while his Daddy stopped and said, "Took you long enough to get in here. You want some bitch?"."Uhhh no i just heard noises and wanted to make sure things were ok.", I said. The boy said, "You sure, your cock says otherwise.". With that the boy started pushing back and fucking his Daddy. "Oh my boy still wants Daddys cock. You want another load boy?", Daddy said. "Fuck yes " in a whining panting moaning sound. Daddy gripped his boys waist and started pounding. I was just staring at that. A few moments later the Daddy said," Squeeze bitch", and i saw the boy wince his face and then the Daddy said, "Ahh here it comes another charged load boy". I moved closer and the Daddy pulled out and his cock was all covered in cum and ass juice. I just dropped to my knees and licked him clean. "Good boy. You like Daddy cock don't you.", i looked up and didn't know what to say other than keep sucking his cock. He then ordered me to clean up his boy. I hesitated and he grabbed my head and shoved it in his boys ass. The biker shorts had a back zipper for easy access. I stuck my face in and tongue and lapped him up. The boy pushed his back further back and he said, "Ohhhhhhhh eat me but don't suck it all out, i want Daddy's seed in me." The boy stood up, zipped up and turned around and pulled down his shorts. His cock was wet with precum and i swallowed him hole. All the while i didn't realize his Daddy was now behind me pulling down my pants....

After my first experience with that massage therapist i went back several times. He expanded the massage sessions mainly to sensual massage and in some sessions came 2 times. But it was mainly around sensual touch and little playing with my hole. And after a while i wanted to explore anal massage. I looked in the local gay magazine and in the back there were massage ads along with escort ads. There was one who stood out. He did full body massage and he was pretty hot. I called him to set up an appointment for the following week. I arrived at his apartment at around 8p and went in. The massage table was in the middle of his living room. He asked if i need to use the bathroom before the massage and i said no. I took off my clothes and he stayed in the room watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. He was a stud. He was about 6ft and a slim but muscular build. I noticed he also had paintings of nude men on the wall. I got on the table and he started to put oil and massage me. His technique was good and his pressure was stronger than the other masseur. He started on my shoulders and worked down my back to my legs and feet then back up. While he was standing near the bottom of the table he started to massage my buttocks and give them a good therapeutic working over, then he would do a motion that would spread it and show my hole and he would breathe in. It felt good. He then took some oil and rubbed around my hole and on the hole very lightly almost teasing it. He then moved to where my head was and rubbed from my shoulders down. I could feel his bulge pushing up against my head. It felt thick and huge. He then reached and grabbed hold of my butt and massaged it hard and again separated my cheeks and teased my hole. He even poked a finger in a little and pulled my butt off a bit of the table. I groaned. He then went to the bottom of the table and climbed on the table. He pushed his knee right into my perineum area. I pushed back to make sure it was snug tight. He then proceeded to massage my back and then again work my butt and tease my hole. At that point i felt him lay down on me. I thought this was odd but I was excited. He lay on me and massaged the side of my body almost in a caressing way. I felt his bulge through his underwear. He then sat up and massaged me while kind of sitting on me in a way where his cock was touching my hand. I opened it more and he adjusted and landed it right in there. I grabbed it and started to massage his huge cock. He then started to massage my butt and balls and play with my hole. I was in heaven moaning so much. Abruptly he got off the table and I was like what the heck. Then I figured out was he was doing. He stripped naked. He climbed back on the table and lay on me but I felt his huge cock in between my cheeks. He again stroked my body. I couldn't help but when I felt his cock between my cheeks I spread my legs more on the table to give him more room. He took that as a sign to enter and started rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. I was so horny i pushed back. I wanted him but knew as I have never had a man fuck me there was no way I could take it. He was about 8" and thick. He then started to finger me and found out how tight i was and knew I couldn't take him without some prep. He then leaned in and started licking my hole. I never had that happen before but it felt good. I moaned and he leaned in and started eating me out. OMG my eyes rolled back into my head and i moaned really loud. He just held me there and ate me for what seemed like at least 10 minutes. Slowly he started fingering me between eating me and he finally got 3 fingers in me. He said he wanted to fuck me bad and I asked him if he had condoms. He said yes and got a condom and came back and put it on. He then put my legs on his shoulders and slowly stuck his cock in me. I winced as he was thick. He pushed in slowly but i groaned as it hurt like hell. He kept pushing until he was completely in me. He stopped and let me get used to his cock being in me. Slowly he moved in and out and short slow stokes. He looked into my eyes and saw it still hurt. He leaned in and started kissing me and told me to relax. Having been my first time it hurt and it was hard to relax. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply and tried to relax. Slowly the pain subsided and he hit a spot in me that felt amazing and also made me want to pee. My wincing and groans of pain started to turn to moans. I started to hear myself, uhh uhhh, sounding like some cheap whore. He knew he had me and started picking up his pace and did long strokes. My moans turned into loud gasps of pleasure and heard myself telling him to fuck me good. He fucked me hard for 10 minutes straight, I thought I was in heaven then suddenly a feeling i never felt before. My ass started to spasm and I came hard shooting 6 huge spurts on my chest and even one hitting my head. He moaned loud as my ass clamped on his huge cock and he shot into the condom. He kept fucking me grinding in me getting out the rest of his load and licked the cum off my chest. When he pulled out the condom it was filled with cum. I felt spent and my head was spinning. It was incredible.

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

My dick is smaller than average. It’s not like a micropenis, in fact it can look quite big at times when I’m hard but I’ve only fucked with a handful of guys with a smaller dick than mine. I love having a small dick. As a bottom I feel like it puts me in my place. Bottoms, if you have a small dick do you like it? And tops, do you like bottoms with a small dick?

Husband away until tomorrow so I’m hosting multiple 1-1 encounters today and an orgy later this evening. Will try to update as I go along. 9:45am load #1 - sexy DC daddy in town for theater. Fit, handsome, friendly, punctual, thick cock, liked having his nips played with. We fucked in almost every position and he bred me.

I based mine numbers on an average as I never really kept a tally before. But that all changes now moving forward. I'm going to a sex party tomorrow night and I'm ready to have my ass filled and hopefully have it looking like a glazed donut by the time the night is over. I really hope to hit double digits in loads.

How's that for BDE? 😉

The boxer briefs hanging from one of his legs, aggressively pulled on and stretched out by the top’s fingers. Leading higher to the handprints still bright and angry red across his perfectly round cheeks. He lies there almost calmly, his youth evident in the way he took the abuse. Nothing can hurt him. In a couple of days he’ll be fine. In a couple of days he’ll be as good as new and he will invite someone else to fill him, feel the roundness of his cheeks as they bounce hungrily up and down the girthy monster. And the boy loves to play with girthy monsters, loves to feel them stretch out his insides, pull on his guts and penetrate deep and hard. The hole between the cheeks is tender, leaking. Before the top left, he held it tight and clenched, to please his top. He wanted to show appreciation, and to show him what a submissive and breedable slut he was, how much he loved the cum that the top had given him. And he did love it. It was all he had hoped for, all he wanted was to have a man’s cum inside him at the moment of breeding. But now that the top had left, he slowly relaxed his hole, still hurting from the beating it took, until the copious cum started leaking out of it, in slow, gentle trickles. Down his smooth taint towards his clean shaven small balls and his own leaking cock. He could barely move his arm around to feel his crack, slippery and smooth with all that tasty seed. The top dressed and left him like this, in a daze, the condom still inside the half opened wrapper. It was him who chose to take the top bareback. It was inside him that the fire took over, his heart beating too hard to bear as his top undressed. He still saw the flashbacks of the biohazard tattoo on the tops lower belly, the area that made him the most horny. And the top was hot, which didn’t hurt one bit. His body was fit, his abs hard and glistening after the heavy petting, the hard muscular V leading to his crotch covered in short loose hair. And the mark that lay underneath the hair. It fascinated the boy ever since he first saw it a year ago. He was eighteen then and he found out about poz guys and how hot they were and how much he wanted to have one between his legs. This played out almost the same as his fantasy, except in his fantasy he was always taken, fucked roughly *against* his will, his brows furrowed and sweaty as he struggled to take the cock that pushed against his almost virgin hole. This was almost the same. After he saw the tattoo he went on his hands and knees, head down ass up. He wanted to be as slutty as possible. When the top breached him his brows did furrow, his body did sweat and he did moan in pain and in pleasure. But nothing was against his will. He wanted that cock. He needed it in him. He needed it to finish in him, cum inside his sweet, innocent hole and paint his guts white. He wanted to feel it shoot in his belly, like a girl might hope when she gets with someone whose kids she dreams of carrying. He needed this top, he needed to satisfy this guy, who suddenly seemed so much hotter than even the nudes he sent the boy before they met. It did get closer to his fantasy, as his top proved to be aggressive when the opportunity presented itself. He drove hard and push the boy even harder into the bed until he was crushed under the muscular weight. He powered his cock in and out of the stretched out and abused hole, feeling the boy clench and unclench in an obvious attempt to milk the burning hot poz cum out of his balls. Some time later, in a daze, the boy felt the top push the deepest he could go, driving the breath out of him, felt him breach even that second hole deep inside him and pulse. He just kept his cock buried as deep as it could be, his crotch kissing the boy’s hole, which after this could never even be mistaken for virgin, his thick shaft pulsing even thicker, and his heartbeat pushed the sizzling hot cum deep into the boy’s belly. But it wasn’t until later that the top left him sprawled out like this, fucked silly and unable to move. No. The top now went into the bathroom to clean up, and the boy, not knowing when he should cut his loses followed. As the top washed his face and his hands and his cock, the boy planted kisses on the broad muscle of his back, he traced the thick glutes with his fingers and he reached with one hand to the top’s front, where he didn’t yet take the cock. Instead, he looked in the mirror as his fingers lightly grazed the tattoo, the object of his fascination. Neither said a word about it, they didn’t have to. But it was evident what the boy needed. He then lowered his hand and his fingers reached the skin of the cock. It was big and heavy in his hand, hefty as he weighed it. But it wasn’t in his hand for long, as it quickly hardened, and his top turned around and picked him up only to prop him up on the sink, his left spreading wide instinctively. The top lined his cock up with his hole and sank right in again, their bodies revealed now in the stark light of the bathroom, the tattoo burning red, dangerous. After that, the top went back to the bed to get dressed. If it was to entice the boy one more time or for some other reason, he did not know, but he began by pulling his shirt on first, his semi-hard cock still hanging low and thick. The boy couldn’t resist, of course, and cupped it into overflowing into the cup of his palm. He went down on his knees and took it down his throat until it hardened there again, and then he turned around and climbed on the bed, and presented himself on his hands and knees to the man who filled him with two loads of his poz cum already. The top once again forced him on his belly, now full of two loads, and pounded into him from above. When the top left, he just left him like this, the boy unable to move or say anything. His cock was crushed under him, still semi hard, even after a torrent of precum and even cum was driven out of it, bubbling out of the glistening head as the top forced him to cum by battering the spot inside his hole. He never even touched himself, he was too busy holding on to the sheets and the bed frame, too busy maintaining balance so that his top's forceful shoves didn’t cause his head to hit the headboard. Too busy pushing himself harder onto the cock that was already giving him the roughest fucking he has ever experienced. His hole will forever twitch at the thoughts and flashbacks to this moment: the boxer briefs still handing on one of his thighs, the half-opened condom, his cock excruciatingly hard, raw from rubbing against the sheets and bubbling, the three loads deep inside his belly, forced into his bare, unprotected hole, the red handprints on his otherwise smooth and round cheeks.

I was at The Zone in LA, walking the dark hallways looking for a guy that would top me. After making my first sweep around the club, I decided it was time to take off my shirt and see what comes my way. I was making my second walk through the club when I saw this hot guy walking in my direction. I gave him a look and a smile that told him I was interested, he too had a devilish grin on his face. As we were about to walk past each other, he grabbed my arm at the bicep and leaned in and whispered. "I want to rape you." I stopped dead in my track and instantly got hard. I never thought those words would get me so aroused. I'm not into that type of scene or role play at all, and I don't think he particularly meant it in that serious way. I think we both understood that he meant he wanted to fuck me good and hard and that's exactly what I wanted. I immediately turned to him and he could tell I was wide eyes and ready. His grasp went from my upper arm down to my hand and led the way to a private cubicle. He open the door and we both entered. As soon as he locked it, he forced me to turn around and dropped my shorts. He ate my ass for a few moments getting it nice and wet. Then I could hear his belt come undone and I new in seconds I was going to feel him inside me. But he grabbed me again a turned me around to face him. He forced me to my knees and stuffed his cock in my mouth, I started to give him head. He swelled in my mouth and that got me even more aroused. As soon as he was hard enough he began to face fuck my throat. I grabbed his butt cheeks and squeeze his firm ass while he continued to thrust into my face. My gag reflex started to kick in and I stood up for a minute, for a break. He immediately turned me around and bent me forward. Again, his wet tongue drove deep into my hole. This time when he stopped, I thought to myself, fuck ya, fuck me now and its like he read my mind. I felt him insert his cock in my hole. He slowly pushed it inside me. I took a deep breath and sniffed some poppers. The aroma hit me fast and hard, my hole opened up for him and I felt like I was in ecstasy. He proceeded to drive deeper and as soon as he was balls deep, I let out a moan and he knew that was his que. He knew at that moment my hole was ready for whatever abuse he wanted to give it. My moans only heightened our lust. He grasped my hip with both of his hands and began to thrust my hole fast and hard. Like rabbits we fucked, I moaned and he grunted, it was primal. I can tell guys were outside our darkroom trying to see if there were peep holes. We were not quite and thats how I prefer it. Let the world know that I'm getting fucked and enjoying every second of it. He slowed his paced, but continued to fuck me deep. I could feel the precum oozing from my foreskin, dangling its way down onto the floor. His sweat drip onto my lower back and I verbalize "Fuck yeah, keep going." This was exactly the kind of fuck I was looking for and I didn't want it to stop. I don't know how long he continued to fuck me. It felt like an eternity, an eternity filled with bliss. But all good things must come to an end. His rhythm started to pick up again and I could hear his breathing pick up too. He was getting close and I wanted every last drop inside of me. His breathing turned into moans, which quickly turned into grunts. He was getting louder and I knew he was only second away. My cock already in hand stroking myself. He continued to pound my ass and then let out a loud grunt that told me he was climaxing. I felt his fluids release inside of me and his body spasm against mine. He leaned forward onto my back, I knew he was done and in that moment I shot my load. And thats the end of one of my fond memory. Guys, I'm sorry for the long post, but when answering this topic, this memory came flooding back and I had to share it with you all.

Luke pulled on his shorts and went back to cleaning. Despite his many lengthy breaks he’d made good progress. Most of the attic had been sorted and he probably only had one more day’s work left. That realization came with several twinges of sadness; it meant that the house would be ready to sell, that connection to his grandfather gone, and because the attic had become firmly part of his erotic imagination. Every word he read lived on in his mind, resurfacing at random and bringing him back to that hot, powerless night in NYC. His hook up the night before had been entirely driven by his wish to feel what the author was describing. Though he would take the journal and the box with him when he was finished, it would never be quite the same as sitting in the attic in a dirty old jock reading about someone else’s sexual awakening – possibly his Uncle Nick’s. That night Luke jerked off again, dreaming of what it would feel like to be fucked by Brett and the author, though now he imagined a young version of his uncle. He shot his load over himself, and fell asleep with it drying in his chest hair. He woke up the next morning and dressed without showering. He put the jock on once more. He knew he’d have to wash it eventually, it was starting to get a little ripe, but it turned him on so much to feel the old fabric against his body he couldn’t help himself. No one else was around when he went downstairs, so he grabbed a couple of waters and left. The oppressive heat was back, just walking to the car made Luke sweat. The attic was going to be like a sauna all day. He groaned when he got into the attic, it was worse than he’d imagined. Yesterday’s rain had only added to the humidity and it was like walking into a dusty sweat lodge climbing the attic ladder. After five minutes of work Luke was dripping in sweat, by the end of the first hour he’d tossed his shirt aside. He hauled box after box across the attic floor, tossing the contents into its respective piles and schlepping the trash downstairs. He’d moved a lifetime of refuse and memories now and was down to the truly forgotten and unwanted. The far back corners of the attic, places where things had been put probably before any of his aunts or uncles were even born. He tossed out moth eaten sweaters, stacks of old cards so faded you couldn’t read them anymore, cheap holiday decorations that had long ago fallen apart. He found ancient baby clothes, and a box full of nothing but socks. By lunchtime however, when he looked around there was nothing left. The only things in the attic were the things waiting for the weekend for his father to help him get down, everything else was gone. It looked so big now without all of the junk, big and empty. Luke slugged back and entire bottle of water at once and stretched his arms high above his head. He stank, and he liked it. He moved over to the old blanket he’d left on the floor and stretched out. No one was expecting him anywhere, and with the attic now as empty as he could get it he had no further responsibilities. He grabbed the journal box. One last wank he thought – and then he’d be done in the attic. We didn’t get power back till late that night. We were still laying in Brett’s bed. We had become so caught up in each other and our lust that I don’t think we would have noticed except the fan in Brett’s window came back on sending a cool breeze over out naked bodies. “There goes our excuse to not wear clothes,” Brett said when we noticed the fan. “I’m not sure we need an excuse anymore.” “You’re hooked now aren’t you? You cant get enough of this.” “I don’t know, maybe,” in truth when he’d asked me I hadn’t been sure. I had thought that maybe the joy and lust I’d been feeling had been isolated to that special time, that when the power came back on I’d come to my senses. I guess guys who come to their senses don’t then get fucked three more times by their roommate or deposit their own load in his ass before going to work. I don’t know if I’m gay – but writing all this down has shown me it’s not a fluke, I enjoyed it and I want more. Really its just made me horny as fuck. I wish Brett was home right now I’d go into his room and just get on my knees. I want to suck him so bad. Its not just him – I want a man’s cock in my mouth so bad. I wanted that guy at work to fuck me. I wanted him to feel the loads Brett had left inside me when he slid in. I suppose that’s the most definitive answer anyone’s ever gotten from a journal. I like having sex with men. I like getting fucked. I want to get fucked more. July 27th, 1977 It’s been two weeks since Brett first fucked me and then spent the two days of the blackout teaching me about gay sex. I’m still not entirely sure I know how to process what happened, but I know that I liked it and that I don’t want to stop. I haven’t stopped. There hasn’t been a day in those two weeks where we haven’t had sex. Most of the time Brett fucks me but I’ve been fucking him too. Honestly, I like fucking him but what I really like is feeling his cock inside me. I like getting fucked. God, it’s gotten so much easier to admit that. This morning, laying in bed after both just getting off, Brett asked me how I was doing, what I was thinking about in respect to all the sex we’d been having. It felt a little silly to be having this sort of conversation when my ass was literally wet from his load, but… “It feels amazing, and I don’t want to stop, if that’s what you’re asking,” I had replied. “That’s not quite what I’m asking but good to know.” “Look, I don’t know what I am really, so don’t ask me that; but I do know this feels fucking incredible, and I want more of it. For the first time in my life I’ve been consciously checking out guys, which is new, but good.” “What do you think about these guys?” “Oh that they’re hot and…” “And what?” “Well, just the things I’d like to do with them.” “Oh? Like what?” “I… Ok… I hope this doesn’t upset you, but I want to get fucked. I see these hot guys on the street and I think about them bending me over. I think about feeling them inside me. I Imagine them shooting their loads into me.” “Fuck! Why would I be mad,” he grabbed me then and kissed me. He pulled me so tight it hurt my ribs. “So you wanna get fucked by more guys than just me.” He was grinning. “Yeah…” I said sheepishly. “Well we can make that happen for sure.” He kissed me again. Obviously, the thought of me getting fucked by more guys turned us both on, because our cocks got hard again. Brett rolled on top of me and spread my legs, sinking his hard cock into my wet hole. It was easy to take him now, and I pulled my legs up to my chest so he could fuck deep inside my hole. He fucked another big load into me and then went to work. July 29th, 1977 That guy came into work again yesterday. The older guy with the mustache. As soon as I saw him I couldn’t help but imagine what that moustache would feel like against my skin. He was dressed in dirty white high tops, a pair of short cut off jean shorts that clung tight to his thick hairy legs, and a white thin tank top. A wild pelt of dark hair burst out from the tank in all directions, and occasionally a pink nipple would slip from the side. It was hard not to stare at him. I’ve been noticing guys more and more but this was the first guy besides Brett I’d understood my attraction to. He sat down at a table with another guy, young with dark skin and short cropped hair. He was cute and thin and just a little effeminate. Until then I hadn’t thought that this hunk of a man might be gay. I took their orders and tried not to linger so long that I was obvious. Still I overheard the younger guy say, “down at the pier… seriously Mac he was huge. I thought I wouldn’t be able to walk home.” Could they be taking about what I thought they were, I wondered. The whole time they ate I kept close to their table, probably being more attentive than was normal. When they had both finished their sandwiches the object of my desire got up to go to the bathroom, and then a short moment later the other guy followed. We have two bathrooms, so it wasn’t that crazy but it was odd for a pair to just leave their table completely. I walked back that way and noticed that only one of the doors was locked. When I leaned close I heard the unmistakable sounds of a stifled fuck. Jesus, they are gay, and they were fucking right there in the restaurant bathroom. I was instantly hard. I had to shift my boner around in my shorts, trying to not make it too obvious that I was hard as a rock when I went back out into the restaurant. It was impossible though not to imagine myself in the bathroom getting fucked. Brett and I had been fucking so often my ass felt permanently ready to take cock. About five minutes later they came back to the table, both a little flushed. They say down, finished their drinks and then my guy asked for the check. I brought the bill over to them, trying to sense who had just been the bottom. I guessed it was the younger guy, but maybe that was my wishful thinking. They paid in cash, and then both were gone. I collected the money – they had tipped well. I was about to crumple up the bill sheet when I noticed something extra written on it. It was a phone number followed by ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’. My heart skipped, and my cock throbbed. The guy had left me a note‽ He had noticed me, which scared me; but he also seemed to be into me, which excited me. I looked around making sure no one was paying attention to me and then pocketed the note. It feels so crazy, I know that I want this guy, but I’m also a little terrified. Despite how brazenly I told Brett I wanted to have sex with other men it still felt like a big step. Brett now feels safe, he is known; but this guy is new and sexy and forward. That’s something entirely different. Yet even right now looking at the note laying on my dresser my cock twitches. Baby steps. July 20th, 1977 I woke up this morning so horny I couldn’t stand it. My mind was on sex as soon as my eyes opened. Brett was laying on top of the sheets, naked, on his back. Sun clipped across him from the half-closed curtains and made his blond chest hair shine. His cock had the semi-hardness of a man almost awake, just enough to make it fat and lift slightly from his balls. I slithered down the bed and swallowed the head of his cock. He started to thicken in my mouth, and slowly wake up. I knew he was awake when his hands came to the back of my head, and he started to fuck my throat. His hips bucked up, forcing my nose into his pubes. Soon his moaning turned to panting. Then with a long groan he shot down my throat and I swallowed his load. “Fuck,” he moaned as I crawled up his body and kissed him, “what was that for?” “I woke up with a need for cock,” I replied honestly. “I’m glad I could help then.” “Me too,” another long kiss, and we both laughed. Brett stretched, running his fingers along my back. “God I don’t want to go to work.” “When are you back?” “Not till late. I’m at the store today, and the bar tonight.” “Fuck,” I said, laying my head on his hairy chest. “Yeah, ok… If I don’t get up I won’t.” He rolled to the side, getting up and padding barefoot to the bathroom. “What are you doing today?” He shouted from the other room. I stretched and licked the last of Brett’s load from my lips. The sound of piss hitting the bowl came from the bathroom. “I don’t know,” I shouted back. My own cock was still hard as a rock. “I have the day off. I’ve got a few errands to run and then I’m not sure. Maybe go up to the park and enjoy the sun.” “Damn, I wish I had the day off. Eating your sweaty ass after you’ve been out in the sun all afternoon sounds perfect.” “Don’t offer things you can’t give ass hole! I’m horny enough as it is.” When he was gone, and I was laying naked alone in the bed we shared most nights I was still so horny I couldn’t think about anything else. All those errands I had to run seemed impossible, all I could think about was my cock. I was slowly stroking myself when my thoughts drifted not to Brett but to him – to Mac. For the first time ever a guy had tried to pick me up. He’d left me his phone number, I still had it. ‘I noticed you looking, call if you want a turn – Mac’ written in a sharp straight letters under a phone number. I held that little slip of paper in one hand, my other hand on stroked my cock slowly. I imagined his thick dark mustache, his big pink nipples, his hairy chest, the tight shorts, and the hefty looking bulge. I remembered the hushed sounds of him fucking his friend in the bathroom. My eyes drifted to the phone hanging on the kitchen wall. I could call him. I could call another man and ask him to fuck me. I in theory that was exactly what I wanted, but it took a lot of nerve. I was horny, but some logic still floated around in my brain. Enough logic at least to make me nervous about just calling him. Still, I knew… or I guess I felt, somewhere deep inside that it was honestly only a matter of time. Brett had opened my eyes to a whole new world and I want to explore it. There was no world in which Brett would be the only man I would fuck… it was only a question of when it would happen. I got up, naked, and hard, walked to the phone, and dialed. It rang for what felt like ages. Then a deep, rough voice said, “This is Mac.” My heart thudded in my throat, stopping my voice. I struggled for a beat, and then managed to blurt out, “Hi! Um, you came into my restaurant yesterday. You… um… you left your number.” “Oh the cute waiter who couldn’t keep his eyes off us. How are you?” “Good, I’m good.” I laughed nervously, “how are you?” “I’m alright, listen kid, I was just about to run out.” “Shit, I’m sorry! No worries…” “You free tonight?” “Yeah, yeah I’m free.” “Great, meet me at Julius at like 7ish?” “Juluis.” “Yeah, 10th Street and Waverly.” “Alight, I’ll see you then.” We hung up. I was shaking but my cock was also dripping precum. I was still complete hard but I forced myself to get dressed to run my errands. Nothing wildly interesting. I dropped off a resume and my book at another paper, try and actually get a job in what I moved here to do. I did some laundry at the place around the corner, and I picked up groceries. By the time I was done it was just about five thirty. I’d never been to Julius before tonight, but I knew the area and it was maybe a twenty minute walk from the apartment. I took a long shower, cleaning every part of myself, and then stood naked in my room looking at my dresser with literally no idea what to wear. I was having drinks with another man, a man who I think had already expressed interest in fucking me, a man who I desperately wanted to be fucked by. In the end I modeled myself after Mac. I put on a tight white tank top, a jockstrap, and the tightest shortest jean shorts I owned. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was a little shocked. I’d never looked at myself like this, with this eye, but I looked hot. Or at least that’s my opinion. Hair popped out over the top of the tank, the jock held my cheeks high and the tight shorts showed off my still slightly hard cock. It was perfect. Julius from the outside looks everything you think a gay bar is going to look like. A long blank stucco wall along 10th Street, gives way to a heavy door inset into the corner of the building. There’s a little window in the door for someone to peer out of even. It made me kinda scared just walking up. The big beefy man sitting at the door barely looked at me though when I walked in. The inside was less formidable. I hadn’t noticed a big picture window on the other side of the door with a green neon sign hanging in the middle of it. A long bar in dark colors ran the length of the main room and a dingy mirror hung behind stacks of bottles in the back. There, sitting at the far end of the bar, was Mac. He wore a tight black t-shirt this time, with the sleeves cuffed up showing off his tanned skin. I smiled and walked over. He flashed a dazzling toothy smile from under the bushy mustache back at me and got up. I was immediately enveloped in a tight hug, his arms crossed around my torso. He smelled amazing, just the right amount of man musk wafted off of him. I felt the heat of his body against mine, and the weight of his arms on my shoulders, and felt myself starting to get hard. Embarrassed I pulled away. “Good to see you again,” he said. He seemed genuinely excited. He gestured to the seat next to him, and then ordered us each a beer. Then he just started talking. Maybe he sensed that I was nervous, but without missing a beat he took up the conversation. He asked me about work, and when I came to the city. We talked about his job (he owns a magazine shop), and how we had survived the recent blackout. Soon another round off beers was ordered and I started to relax. He's easy to talk to and radiates a kind of warmth. All of my fears seemed to melt away. He still radiates that sexual energy that drew my eyes in the restaurant but there’s more to him as well. He’s kind. Yet another set of beers were ordered and I realized his hand had drifted to my leg. He was slowly rubbing my thigh. My cock responded instantly, pressing hard against my jock and shorts. Another broad toothy grin burst across Mac’s face when he noticed me adjust myself. It seemed the most natural thing in the world how he shifted the conversation to sex. It just happened, without fan fair or lechery, suddenly I found myself telling him about sitting in my apartment in the heat of the black out with Brett. I told him freely about Brett saying he hadn’t been that interested in girls lately, and then coming out to me; his offer to show me what it was like to be with a guy; the blowjob’s we had shared; him eating me out; and untimely how we had ended up in his bed, with him on top of me as I took my first load. By that point Mac had an obvious bulge too, “So, you’ve only been fucking guy’s for like a week?” “Yeah,” I laughed a little nervously, “but there’s been a lot of it in that week.” It was Mac’s turn to laugh, “Shit. I can’t believe that… one week and here you are meeting a guy in a bar.” “Well when you put it that way…” I felt myself blushing. “Oh no! Cutie, its not a bad thing. I’m impressed. It took me so long to understand myself. I grew up in Iowa. Not really the easiest place for a gay kid, not like anywhere is really easy for a gay kid. I always knew I didn’t fit in, and wasn’t the same. In high school I eventually started to understand what about me was different. I had no interest in girls. I had way more interest in the captain of the football team. Joey Lewis. God he was fucking beautiful. Those think round looking muscles that guys get right as they become men when there is still a little baby fat on them. This sharp brown flat top haircut, and bright green eyes. Fuck. I remember the first time I really understood what was wrong with me – I know… I know… nothing’s wrong with me, but at the time I didn’t understand that – it was after gym class. Joey came round the corner heading to the shower, all swagger and confidence, buck ass naked with his towel over his shoulder. “He was the first guy in our class to really start to look like a man. He had this long strip of dense dark brown hair that spread across his chest from nipple to nipple and then down into the thickest bush you can imagine. Honestly he had ever reason to be confident naked in that locker room. Not only was he built and looked like more of a man than any of the rest of us but his cock was fucking thick. I can see it now. Big pink head swinging back and forth as he walked.” Mac adjusted himself, clearly getting turned on remembering his high school crush. “That night I jerked myself off so many times I was convinced my dick was going to fall off and I was going to go blind. “He walked to the showers like that every day for the first half of senior year, and every day I would turn my head just the tiniest bit so I could catch a glimpse of that cock swinging. I shot so many loads just from those quick flashes of his cock. Then a few weeks before Christmas break, we were assigned to do some stupid project together. I don’t remember what it was, that wasn’t the memorable part. We were working at his house after school one day, down in the basement. I remember that I’d bought over this massive stack of library books. We’d been going threw them for a while when he got up saying he wanted a snack or something. As he stood and stretched his shirt road up and my eyes must have flashed down to his exposed hairy stomach a little too obviously cause he said ‘are you staring again’ or something like that. I thought I was gonna shit my pants. ‘I know you watch me walk to the showers naked every day. You don’t gotta hide it. I like the attention.’ I was hard instantly. I didn’t know what to do. “Without saying anything else he just pulled his shirt off, and came around the table. He asked me if I’d ever done anything with a girl. I told him I’d gone to the make out spot a few times with girls but nothing serious, which was true. He said that his girlfriend was such a tease, and always left him so horny he’d been jerking off four times a day. When I tell you I was shitting bricks I mean it literally. I had no idea what to do. ‘But I’m getting kinda bored jerking off by myself. Why don’t we take a break from this and you can help me out. You like looking at my dick so much, do you want to touch it?” “He got naked right there in the basement, and I had no idea what I was doing. But I jerked him off like I would myself and he got so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it. I’ve seen a good number of cocks now and seriously Joey Lewis is fucking hung. I ended up sucking my first cock that night, and swallowing his load. After that every time he went through a dry spell with his girlfriend he would make up some pretext to see me. By the end of senior year he was sucking me off too and swallowing my loads. “We met up the summer after our first year of college. Turned out that there was some closet case on the football team where he went who he’d started hooking up with. More than that, Joey had learned that he liked to get fucked. I had always jerked off imagining him fucking me, but that summer I found out that I liked being a top. I fucked Joey probably four times a week. He had the most amazing furry ass. Fuck. To this day I can’t resist a furry ass. “Oh, fuck I’ve been talking for ages, I’m sorry.” “No!” I said, “Honestly that was hot as fuck.” “And all true.” “Good to know,” the beer had made me feel brave again, “cause I certainly have a furry ass.” “I don’t know if I believe you.” “Well,” I leaned in close to him, “You’ll just have to take my pants off and find out.” “Is that what you want me to do?” “Yes.” We were both very close and speaking in breathy whispers. “What else do you want me to do?” “I want you to fuck me.” “I live a couple of blocks away, let’s find out if you’re telling the truth about that hairy ass.” He basically ripped my clothes off as soon as we got inside his apartment. My shirt was flung to the side, my shoes kicked into a corner, my socks yanked down, and then my shorts flew off to land on a chair. In less than a minute of entering I was in nothing but a jock, that was wet from my leaking cock. I leapt forward and planted a kiss squarely on his mouth. His moustache tickled more than I had thought it would, but it was an exotic and new feeling. It felt sexy, [banned word], even more forbidden to feel this signifier of manhood against my face. Of course that is absolutely stupid, once you’ve had a guy shoot his load inside you you’ve pretty much crossed the last [banned word] off the list but still. I pulled his shirt off and ran my hands through his thick chest hair. I smelled his pits as I did so, the perfect summer musk. On impulse I bent my head down and licked at his nipple, nibbling at the pink flesh. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. He held me there, and then directed me to the other nipple. I flicked my tongue across that one too. All the while my hands explored his hairy body, moving further and further south. I finally got to feel his bulge and not just picture it. No wonder that guy in high school had wanted to get fucked by Mac all summer. It felt long and thick. I couldn’t help myself any more. I undid his shorts and shoved them down. He was commando, and without the shorts pushing it to the side, his cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach. I’m not sure if he pushed me down or I dropped to my knees on my own. My hands slid to his sides and I took in Mac’s complete nakedness for the first time. He has a square frame, not what I would call muscular but powerful. His whole front is covered in hair, it grows in one mass down his chest and onto his stomach. He’s pubes are a dense mound, out of which sprouts this beast of a cock. I know that this is only the second I’ve had but fucking hell. Hes got to be at least an inch longer than Brett and its just so fucking fat. The head is big and broad, like a really flat-topped mushroom. If you asked me to tell you how I wouldn’t be able to tell you in a million years, but I opened my mouth and swallowed half his cock down in one go. Immediately he was groaning, and fucking more of his cock into my mouth. It was hard to breath, and I was sputtering, and spitting, but it was so hot. He pushed so hard that I ended up backed onto the door with nowhere to go. I had to just let Mac fuck my throat. Occasionally he would pull his cock out and smack my face with it, leaving a thick smear of spit and cock juice on my cheeks. I was starting to think I wouldn’t be able to take any more when he said “Goddamn. I could cum right down your throat. That’s not why we’re here though. I’m supposed to be checking to see if you told the truth about having a hairy ass.” He helped me up off the floor and lead me to the bedroom where he got behind me and knocked me face first onto the bed. I was now ass up in front of him. “Well, lets see what we have here,” he said with mock seriousness. He moved my cheeks side to side, pulling them apart, moving them around. He made little noises like he was thinking really hard about a math problem or a riddle. Then he said, “yes, this will do nicely. A bouncy, furry, boy but for me to breed.” His tongue then replaced his hands. I gasped so loudly I shocked myself. His tongue just dove in, he didn’t lap around the edges like Brett did. The warm wet organ just pushed immediately into me. Thank god I’ve been getting fucked by Brett so much or I wouldn’t have been able to deal with what Mac started to do. He punched his tongue in and out, pulling at my hole with it. Then he spat right onto my pink ring and started to slide a finger up and down in my crack. I arched back, and pushed my ass onto his fingers. Brett described me as a hungry bottom the other day, and I think this is what he meant. I wanted Mac’s cock so badly right then. “Fuck this pretty pink hole has opened right up for me. You weren’t kidding, your roommate must be fucking you all the time. Your hole is so ready.” “I told you, twice a day on a slow day.” “You think you can take my fat cock.” “Absolutely, I want you to fuck me till you shoot inside me.” He started to rub his cock against my hole. I felt it catch on the edge a few times before he lined the big mushroom head up and added more spit. He pressed slowly but firmly till my hole gave way. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt myself open up and his thick shaft start to slide inside of me. “Oh, Jesus Christ that’s big!” “Just breath, you’re doing great.” “Fucking give it to me.” He gave me a few deep pumps before saying, “You know what, not like this,” and pulling out. “Flip on your back.” I rolled over and grabbed my legs. He grinned, and lined his cock back up. It was easy to take him this time, he just slipped inside of me. I moaned as his pubes pressed into my taint. He lent forward, pinning my legs to my chest, and kissed me as he started to fuck me. It was a slow, tender kind of fucking. He slid most of the length of his member in and out, with a careful deliberate rhythm. I felt like I was turning to mush under him. My body felt open, and overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his moustache tickle my nose, as he kissed me. He kept up that steady pace, as I whimpered and moaned, and he kissed me. His breathing slowly changed, the muscles across his back tightening. Then in almost a whisper he said, “Here comes my first load.” He pushed deep into me, and froze. I felt his balls contract and his cock begin to pulse. He held us there for a very long time as he unloaded inside me. Throb after throb of his erect cock shot yet more semen into my guts. His load must have been massive with how long he held me there. I dropped my head back, beaming, assuming that was the end of it, when he took hold of my ankles and holding them wide began to fuck me again. “I’m usually good for two,” he said by way of explanation, and started to pound me. I was literally putty at this point. I would not be surprised if he told me I had started drooling. Every time he fucked his cock into me I shouted. I was covering in sweat. I had my hands flung back behind my head enjoying the pounding. My cock was leaking so bad that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked now. “Two weeks and you take cock like a champ. God your ass feels so good!” “Fuck me! Give it to me! Fuck yes.” “I can feel my load sloshing around inside you. I’m going to make you fucking leak.” “Fill me up!” “Here it fucking comes!” He let out a load roar and once more slammed inside me. This one didn’t last quite as long but it still felt massive. “Holy fucking shit,” Mac panted. He fell forward and kissed me. His cock slowly deflated inside me hole. “Goddamn that felt good.” “Seriously, fuck.” Mac kissed me again. We stayed like that for a really long time, eventually his cock got soft and slipped out of my hole. When we were both recovered Mac offered me another beer. We drank it in his kitchen, still naked, and chatted about life. He offered to show me around more, take me to some gay bars. In the end I gave him my number and we made plans to meet up the next Friday at Julius again. He kissed me at the door and then I left. I feel kinda guilty about it, now that I’m back home and laying in bed. Like I should have told Brett, but also I don’t know why I feel like that. He even said he would help me meet other guys… I’m sure it’ll be fine. Maybe he’ll enjoy coming home and finding me ass up in this jock with some guys loads in me. July 21, 1977 I guess I really had nothing to be worried about with Brett. He came home after he got cut at the bar around two. I was still up, laying in bed in just my jockstrap. He came into the room, already mostly naked and smacked my ass by way of greeting. “Careful, some loads might leak out.” “There is literally no way my loads for last night are still in you,” he said teasingly. “Who says they’re that old.” “What? Did you…” He dove down and licked my ass. “Fuck, you’re fucking full! Who fucked you.” “This guy Mac,” and as I started to tell him the story, he went back to licking Mac’s cum from my ass. Two things happened in almost perfect synchronization that snapped Luke out of his reading. One: His cock gave a powerful throb, announcing that he had, without intending to, crossed the point of no return, and he started to shoot big ropes of cum all over himself. Two: a voice said from almost right in front of him, “I guess you’ve enjoyed my journal.”

Fuck yea. This sounds so twisted I love it already

Part 4 learning to be a good slut Brad started to wake up, he hoped everything was a dream and that he would wake up next to Angel in his bed. But this was no dream this was reality, he felt the wristbands around his wrists and he heard the metal chains as he moved his arms. He carefully opened his eyes, and a subdued light shone into the room. He only now really realized that everything was not a dream and what had happened had actually happened. He did have more room to move his arms, the chains had become longer. So he could reach with one hand to the other and so he could feel and try to loosen his bracelets or the chain. Both were secured with a lock he would never be able to get them off. He pulled away the blanket that was on him and looked at his naked body. He could see some of the stretch marks from the whipping he had received, he felt his back and there he felt the sensitive spots from where he had received the blows. He looked further down and saw that all his hair around his cock was gone. His limp cock and balls were shaved bald. This was not yesterday he thought what did that bastard do while I was asleep. He felt his ass and it too was shaved bald. His hand went further to his sphincter and it felt tight, smooth, supple as if a cream was smeared on it. He was hungry and thirsty, he wanted to call out but then he saw a tray next to the bed with a bowl of yogurt, granola, a piece of fruit and a bottle of opened fruit juice. He took the tray and placed it on his lap. What would he do, would he eat it or not. There were probably chems in the food and drink, he looked at it and hesitated. His stomach growled at the sight of all that food and he took a spoon. He added the granola to the yogurt and began to eat. The yogurt tasted a little sour but he didn't mind. In between he drank from the bottle of fruit juice which also had a somewhat special sour chemical taste but he drank it anyway. The bowl of muesli was also empty in no time and then he took the piece of fruit and ate it. He wanted to go to the toilet because he had to pee, but the chains were definitely not long enough to get to the toilet. He really had to pee urgently and he didn't want to pee in the bed, he would have to lie in his own piss and who knows for how long. He took the empty bottle of fruit juice and turned and stuck his dick in it and started to empty his bladder. It relieved him to be able to empty his bladder. The bottle colored dark orange and was just big enough for his morning piss and he placed it back on the tray and looked around the room. He had absolutely no sense of time because the room had no windows, there was no clock hanging and he didn't have a watch on himself either. He also did not know where he was, the room must certainly be soundproof because he heard nothing, no sound of a car or voices or ... . He pulled on the chain a few more times to see if he could get it off and suddenly he felt a strange feeling. He began to feel happy and an uncontrolled smile appeared on his face. He started twirling his tongue in his mouth and bit his lip a little. He wanted to be touched and began to stroke himself. Damn he thought there must have been something in the food but it was too late the chems had started to do their work. In the muesli was a ground tablet of xtc and in the fruit juice was of course a dose of G. His hands went to his nipples and he began to play with them because they were very sensitive. As he played his nipples with one hand his other hand went to his cock which remained limp even though he was horny and pulled on it. His ass started to itch, he closed his eyes and without realizing it he opened his legs and put his ass up to get there with his hand to reach it well he circled around his sphincter with his finger and began to moan lightly. He hesitated for a moment whether to stick his finger in his own ass but he liked it too much and stuck a finger in his pussy. Oh yeah that feels so good came out of his mouth and he pushed his finger as deep as he could, inserted another finger and started fingering himself. With his other hand he pulled on his balls and his cock which was still limp. He went on like that for a while until suddenly the door opened and the light got brighter. Well well well is our slut playing with herself, has he discovered that he is real bottom bitch. Brad's eyes opened and despite the G and X coursing through his body he was startled by Jack's voice and embarrassed by what he was doing. He pulled his fingers out of his ass, his eyes rotated in his eye sockets and said while moaning through the chems untie me and please let me go I don't want this. I'm not a bottom bitch. With what I see here I think you can't keep suppressing your true self said Jack. You are playing with yourself hey slut, no one is forcing you into this and you are enjoying it. Brad couldn't contain himself through the chems and was writhing on the bed with horniness. He needed to be touched and his hands were racing down his body. He looked across his chest and saw brown streaks. He couldn't immediately place it from where those brown streaks came but then he looked at his fingers and saw that shit was hanging from them. Now he was even more embarrassed. Jack shot out in laughter. Oh slut you are soiling yourself. It's time I taught you how to keep yourself clean. Jack who was remarkably sweet to Brad untied 1 arm and latched it onto Brad's back and did the same with the other hand. Brad who enjoyed every touch let out a moan. He was helped upright by Jack and was now standing next to the bed. He was shaky on his feet and sought support from the firm Jack. He couldn't keep his head steady and twisted with it, his mouth was open and he bit his lower lip. His tongue came out of his mouth slightly and drool began to form and run out. Look at you said Jack such a beautiful horny slut. Ready to be used but first we are going to get you ready. He took Brad's head firmly and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth. Brad who was completely off the hook enjoyed the attention and started kissing Jack and also stuck his tongue in his mouth. There our former straight quarterback was kissing a potty-mouthed man. For the first time you could see some life in Brad's limp cock. Although Brad was not in control of his actions he realized somewhere deep inside that he was kissing a man and stopped kissing when he felt his flaccid cock spring up. This can't be happening he thought, surely I can't be aroused by this. Jack also broke off the kiss and escorted Brad to the bathroom and told him to empty his bowels. Brad who understood what he had to do but he struggled to do so while another man stood there watching. For a moment dear Jack changed back into the master of the night before and pulled Brad's hair. When I tell you to poop you do so understood. Brad was shocked and said yes sir and started emptying his bowels. Good girl said Jack and stroked back over the head of his toy. Then Brad had to stand up and Jack took hold of a hose and told Brad to flush so his pussy would be ready to be used. Brad who didn't know what flushing was stood looking at the hose and just nodded. This time I will do it for you said Jack next time make sure you are clean when I enter the room. Bend over he said and Brad bent over and Jack let the water flow through the hose and pushed the end of the hose into Brad's ass. Brad didn't know what was happening and tried to stand up and step forward to get the hose out of his ass. But Jack intervened and pushed him backwards and said you have to clean yourself slut. He pulled the hose out of his ass and told Brad back had to sit down on the toilet and let it all spill out. Brad was able to sit up just in time and all the water squirted out of his pussy. Brad could have crawled away from embarrassment but Jack said this was normal and helped him up and told him to do it again. Brad bent over again and they repeated this a few more times until the water that was out of Brad's ass was completely clean. Jack took a cloth and cleaned Brad up a bit. You are nothing with a dirty slut he said. Brad who was calming down again got a new surge of horniness over him and opened his mouth and sought Jack's mouth. Even though Brad was shocked by what he was doing he still kissed Jack with devotion. Jack answered the kiss and put his tongue back in Brad's mouth and when he broke off the kiss he took hold of Brad's head and said with you I will have a lot of fun. He knew he had loosened something in Brad, he knew something had already changed in the former stud. Jack had experience transforming straight studs and he knew he had to gain Brad's trust but still make him feel who was boss and further demolish Brad's wall. He pushed Brad to his knees and told him to lick his master's cock. Brad hesitated for a moment but carefully opened his mouth anyway. For Jack it wasn't going fast enough and pulled on his slut's hair and said this could be faster. Brad took Jack's glans in his mouth and began to lick it and now suck slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth even more and Jack's now half hard cock slid deeper into his mouth. It amazed Brad that he didn't have to gag and have a hard time sucking cock, his entire mouth was filled with his master's stiffening cock. So little by little his thought pattern began to change. He was not yet sucking with abandon or because he liked nothing better but he was already sucking by himself and without being forced. Jack watched and was pleased with the progress he had already made. Yes slut suck your master's cock nicely. Indulge and worship my monster cock, if you do your best I will spoil your pussy later because you want nothing more slut. Jack took hold of Brad's head again and began to thrust into his slut's mouth, pushing his stiff cock so deep that he began to deepthroat Brad still couldn't handle this and began to gag. We will have to work on your gag reflex he said and he pulled his huge black cock out of Brad's mouth and throat. The drool was already running down the cheeks of Brad who was looking a bit dazed at what Jack was saying. He was trying to get his thoughts in order because of what he had just done but he didn't get time for this. Jack pulled him up and put him in the middle of the room and unhooked one of his arms and attached it to the chain that was still hanging from the ceiling the night before. He did the same with the other arm. Brad stood in the middle of the room and felt he had a better connection with Jack and asked what day they were and what time it was. Time is of no importance to you at this time Jack said. Brad had absolutely no idea of how long this had been going on, Jack had stepped in with them on Wednesday night for a threesome with his girlfriend and 2 days had gone by since then. Of which he had spent the last 24 hours sleeping. Jack stepped over to the wall where the chains were hanging and took a piece of rope, he took 1 of Brads legs and pulled his foot up and pulled his foot up to against the back of his buttock and began to use the piece of rope to tie the foot to the leg. Brad stood on 1 leg. The first wave of chems was starting to work out and Jack had stepped across the room and taken some items. He came back with what looked like some kind of taser. Brad got a ball put in his mouth and Jack Fastened the straps to the back of his head. The chains were tightened a bit so Brad could not stand on the flat of his foot, he was now almost standing on his toes. Brad looked around startled and suddenly saw himself in the mirror. This was the first time he had ever looked at the mirror and the humiliating image he saw of himself caused tears to well up. Now he really couldn't help himself, realizing whatever Jack was planning he would have to endure. Jack came and stood in front of him and without saying a word gave the first electric shock to his nipples. Brad squealed out. No no no stop this. Not that Jack could really understand what he was shouting the ball in his mouth made him unintelligible. Brad got another electric shock, he gave another scream and because he was only on one leg he had all the trouble to stay upright. He pulled heavily on the chains and continued to moan. The tears were now streaming down his face. Jack who still hadn't said a word pulled the foreskin away from Brad's flaccid cock and gave it a short burst of electricity. Brad groaned in pain. He felt his energy drain away with each power surge he received. Jack removed the ball and Brad was able to speak freely again and begged for it to stop. Please stop this, I can't take this. Please let me go I will be a good boy and not tell anyone. Jack did not listen and said in a loud voice who are you. I am Brad said Brad. Wrong said Jack and gave back a power slap on his balls. Again Jack asked Who are you? Brad called back without thinking Brad I am Brad. Wrong cried Jack you're not Brad anymore and he gave back a power surge. Brad screamed out. Again who are you. Brad tried to think fast and said after 5 seconds I am. Too late Jack shouted and gave back a power surge. Brad had all the trouble in the world to stay upright, the chains his arms were attached to kept him standing. Faster, who are you? Brad said as fast as he could I am a slut. Almost right Jack said and he gave another surge of electricity to Brad's glans. Last time and then I'll pat you in the stomach. Who are you. I'm your slut shouted Brad as fast as he could. Finally Jack called out. And ? he gave another power surge. I am your slut and I will do anything for you cried Brad but Please stop this I will do anything promised. Jack came back with the steam blast weapon against Brad's body but this time he didn't let off a shock with his other hand he took hold of the jaw and looked deep into Brad's eyes. I hope you understand what you just said, I will hold you to your promise. If you don't do what I say I can do much worse things to you and he moved his had onto Brad's scrotum and squeezed his balls. The pain was almost unbearable . Got it slut? Brad tried to swallow the pain and couldn't speak and nodded his head. Good boy and he kissed Brad full on the mouth and licked away some tears along his cheek. I love to see boy break down and lick up their tears remember this well slut. Tears will never help you with me because I kick at it. Jack put the power surge weapon away and untied Brad's foot so he could get back on both feet. He loosened the chains until Brad could bring his arms back next to his body and stepped back to the wall with the butt plugs. He also took the lube from the cabinet, Brads filled bottle of piss and a pill from the drawer. Mouth open slut Brad who was still scared opened his mouth immediately and Jack put the pill in his mouth and then pushed the bottle of piss into Brad's mouth. Drink slut he said and dare you to vomit. Jack poured a big gush of chem piss into Brad's mouth and he had all the trouble he needed to swallow the pill with the piss. He had it in but his stomach protested and he had to fight a gag reflex 3 more times to keep it all in. Jack ordered him to bend over and Brad did as he was told because he had no strength left to counter. Jack lubricated the plug with Tina lube and in 1 go pushed the plug into Brad's pussy. He moaned in pain. Then he untied Brad's arms and put them back on his back and Brad had to lie back on the bed. Brad again felt the burning sensation in ass and knew what was about to happen. Again he was secured to the bed with the chains. The Tv was set up and the sound turned up loud. The screen again showed a boy similar to Brad being fucked in a group session. The room filled with the sound of moans. Next to the bed was a speaker from which that soft voice from yesterday was speaking back to him that he was a slut, that he was addicted to sucking a cock and that he liked nothing better than to have a cock in his pussy. Jack told Brad to calm down for a moment and turned off the light and left the room. The burning sensation was gone and he was getting hot, this time not just from the booty bump he had gotten but from his own Chem piss he had drunk. His cunt was sucking the plug back in and his prostate was being massaged again. His thoughts started to run wild again and he could barely think straight. He looked at the boy on the screen and the blissful feeling he had made his hands go towards his own cock to play with himself. To his own surprise, his cock had not shriveled as it had been all along but stood proudly straight here. His mind began to work. Would he still be aroused by this, why was he getting an erection, there was no woman around just the images of men fucking a boy. His ass demanded attention and his one hand pulled on his cock and his other hand played with the plug. He began to moan from the pleasure the plug in his pussy was giving him. He wanted more he wanted his ass played with that it was filled. It didn't matter with what. Through the moans, the images on the screen and the soft voice in the background he began to fantasize, to fantasize about men fucking his ass, about penises he sucked . He began to moan and pull more firmly on his cock, he pulled the plug out of his ass and rammed it back in, the slight pain he got from pushing the plug back in gave him a lucid moment. Was this really happening. Was he really fantasizing about men fucking his ass. Surely this couldn't be happening. But the lucid moment was short lived and the chems took over again. What Brad didn't know was that the pill he had been given was a tablet of viagra and his pole would never have gotten stiff otherwise. The voice in the background caused his subconscious to be constantly triggered, the movie caused him to be forced to think about men, and the chems caused him to become a willing victim and easily accept anything that was presented to him. Although he pulled firmly on his stiff cock yet he could not cum and then after at least an hour Jack came back in. Jack came to stand next to Brad who was playing with himself and telling his fantasies out loud. The chems made sure he didn't realize he was telling everything out loud. I like hearing that Jack said , Brad who only now realized that Jack was standing next to him was startled and the realization came that Jack had heard what was happening to his head. Is the slut playing with herself. Who said you have the right to pull your cock. Do you get so horny from seeing what is happening on the screen slut do you want a cock in your ass too. Do you want to be used by all those men. I can arrange that he for you. Brad looked at Jack embarrassed and doubting this wasn't him, he wasn't into men and , and , and , and yes he did fantasize about a cock in his ass, and about being used like in the movie on the screen but he didn't admit that to Jack. Not yet.

We woke up and took a shower and went out to a restaurant to eat a late lunch and talked about my future. "What's it like being POZ", i asked "It's liberating. I have no inhibitions and i feel empowered to give the others, like you", he said looking at me directly with his strong stare. I melted, my heart jumped and my cock got hard. I leaned over and offered my lips to him and he accepted, putting his hand on my cock squeezing it and violating my mouth with his tongue. I opened my mouth and let him. Even kissing him i let him do as he wants. As we stopped kissing, "I am a little scared but i trust in you", i said. "Don't worry I will take care of you. You will enjoy it. You will be free to take my load and loads from anyone else. Most important my DNA will change you and mark you.", he said "I want to have your baby. Make me pregnant please.", i yearned "Oh don't worry you already pregnant but i will make sure of it. You will have my baby", he smiled "Are we a couple?" , i asked softly He laughed and then smiled, "Is that what you want? But even if we are i am not monogamous", he said "Yes that is what i want. I want to be yours, I want to give myself to you completely and I understand that we will not be monogamous", i said "Well correction, I am not monogamous but you should be unless i say so. You are not to get fucked by anyone else unless i say to, okay?", he said sternly "Yes Daddy", i said quickly The waiter stopped by and asked if we wanted any dessert. He was cute and young maybe 21 at most, 5'7" medium build and he was flirting with my Daddy with his "fuck me" eyes and was wearing tight black pants and a restaurant polo. His pants were so tight you could see his bulge and that he was wearing a thong. "Any off the menu specials", Daddy said smiling and obviously scoping out his body The waiter blushed, "We do have a cream horn in the back that i can try and give to you. Its a horn with a hole that is filled with cream", he said I was getting a little jealous and Daddy could tell. "I go in the back now", the waiter said walking back to the bathroom. Before going he looked back at Daddy and smiled. "Let's go boy", he commanded We entered the bathroom and there were 4 stalls and a urinal. The first three stalls had "out of order" signs on them so the fourth stall was kind of private and it was the handicap one. When Daddy opened up the stall the waiter was on his knees with his pants around his ankles. Without saying anything he crawled to Daddy and unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "Oh my God. This thing is huge", he gasped Daddy grabbed his head and shoved his semi hard cock in his mouth. The waiter tried to suck Daddy's cock best he could. I know how difficult it can be but he was doing ok. Now Daddy was rock hard and he motioned the waiter to stand up and spit on his cock. "Lube him up with your mouth", he told me. "Yes Daddy", i said disappointingly as he was going to fuck another guy in front of me I got on my knees and leaned and ate the waiters hole making it wet and putting spit in his ass. Daddy motioned me away and Daddy pushed into the waiter's hole. He grunted, "Awwww. You are splitting me into two". "You want me to pull out?", Daddy asked "No please don't. ", the waiter begged "Okay then shut up and take it and thank me", he said "Yes please fuck me, I need it", he cried as Daddy pushed further in me. Daddy was forcing himself into this waiter. You could tell he was in pain. The look on his face was priceless. That look of OMG this is ripping me but please don't stop, i can take it all. Finally Daddy was all the way in him and started to fuck him in a good pace. The waiter's head had sweat all over in the effort to take that huge cock and his grunts started to turn to moans. "Yeah you want it don't you", Daddy said "Oh yes please fuck me. Breed me", he begged "You want my poz load", Daddy said "Oh your poz..uggh", the waiter was stammered but just close his eyes and enjoyed the ride pushing back on the huge cock "Yeah....tell me you don't want it and I will pull out", Daddy said "No please don't pull out. Please fuck me and breed me", he moaned. I moved in and took the waiter's cock in my mouth. He gasped. Daddy's hand went under his shirt and tweaked his nipples. This bitch was in heat and moaning like a total whore. Daddy went into full drive while the waiters eyes rolled back in his head and he started to make a panting bitch in heat noise that matched Daddy's thrusts. Daddy fucked his ass hard and after a couple of minute he came in the waiter. As he came the waiter came in my mouth. He shot 7-8 huge spurts. It was salty creamy just like he said. When Daddy was thru unloading in him he pulled out his cock and presented it to me. I licked him clean and sucked on him as if i hadn't eaten all day. "Hmmm someone is hungry for cock", he said I just moaned and kept sucking. The waiter finally recovered . He had cum mixed with some blood leaking from his ass. I leaned in and licked it all up and eat his ass. He leaned back and moaned. After i got all the cum i thought i could get out of his ass, i stood up and Daddy took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. "You did good today. I know you were jealous that i was fucking another guy but that is the way it will be. That is your place", he said "Yes Daddy. I wouldn't have it any other way", i said We exchanged numbers with the waiter. He also told us lunch was on him. Nothing is free in life. After lunch Daddy took me to his workplace. It was near closing time. The cute staffer, Cory was working. "Hi boss. Brining back the customer for more?" he laughed Brian just smiled and got a basket. He told me to just wait for him and hand out with Cory. He was going to get things he wanted to use on me as part of my training "So you two a thing?", Cory asked "Yeah", i said smiling "You are one lucky guy. I cant tell you how many guys have tried to tag him. Even me" Cory said and winked "You've been with him your boss", i asked "Yes. He wasnt always my boss", he said. He told me they met at a club in the darkroom and Cory got fucked by him. Cory had a twinkle in his eye when he talked about Brian "I still get it once in a while", Cory said smiling Brian finished shopping, paid and we left to go home. I couldn't wait to get home. When we got home we went into the bedroom and Daddy told me to strip and dumped the bag onto the bed. "I am not only going to transform you from the inside by changing your DNA and marking you with my seed but also on the outside. You are going to be a whore that men will desire", he said in a commanding way. At this point i was rock hard. First he took out some look like small cups the size of a thimble. He approached me and took my nips and twisted them. I tried to lift on my toes to relieve the pain but he told me to stop it. It hurt so bad but my cock was rock hard. He then placed the cups on my nipples and they started to suck my nipples. "I want your nipples big so i can pull on them. Whores have really big nipples.", he said "Yes Daddy", i said He then pulled out what looked like a small cage. He then grabbed my balls and twisted them. I dropped to my knees in hard pain. "OWWWWW Daddy", i screamed "Good boy", he said Due to the pain my cock shriveled. He then took my cock and put it in a cage. It was pink and my cock barely fit. "You will not get pleasure from your cock anymore. Only giving up your pussy, mouth and body will bring you pleasure", he said He then pulled out what looked like jewelry. He lubed it and then grabbed my cock and thru the opening shoved it in my cock. "AWWWWWWWW", i cried "This is a plug so you don't get to cum. You can only piss. Understand?", he instructed "Yes Daddy", i said He went back and opened up the other bag of stuff and opened it up on the bed. My cock is hard and I cant wait for what is next.

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This is a sensitive topic for sure. What's interesting about the Penn State scandal is that I was as young as most of the boys involved when I started cruising for sex. I understand that may not be normal, but it's weird to think about.