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Laying there, wrists and ankles cuffed, ball gag in my mouth, I couldn't decide if I was excited or confused. The scorpion tattoo told me that Ryan was Poz... and the head of his cock was slowly entering my tight hole. He looked at me and said "you said you would do anything boy" and I looked into his eyes and slowly nodded, unable to speak. With that, his full weight full onto me and his huge cock broke through my tight ass and plunged deep and hard. Through the ball gag I tried to scream! tears sprung to my eyes and he lay buried deep inside me... 'you'll get used to it boy... or you won't... I don't care" and with that he pulled almost out again and then dropped his weight again onto me and plunged his cock as far as it would go, balls to my ass cheeks. I only know I continued to struggle scream into the ball gag as he plunged back in and pulled back out so many times I lost count. His eyes that were so kind and loving were full of evil. and it went on and on. With my wrists and ankles shackled together, I could only try to roll and moan which only seemed to get him harder. 9 inches of big thick cock plunging hard and deep into my hole, stretching me out, making me almost pass out. AFter what seemed like hours - Ryan started to gather speed and pound even harder if that is possible, until finally, he wrapped both hands around my throat and started to choke me as he yelled out "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, take it boy, take it boy" and I almost felt like I could feel his cock explode inside me, coating my guts with his seed. tears rolling out of the corners of my eyes. He finally pulled out and took the ball gag off. "Well boy, you said you would do anything...right" But that tattoo, that tattoo was the first thing I said... it means.... it means... Yes he said. It means I'm poz and so will you. You said you wanted to be my boy and you would do anything for me. I gasped, tears still in my eyes, and my wrists and ankles still shackled together... but I didn't know.... Ryan looked at me - you didn't know? You are a college educated grown ass man. You know exactly what you want, what you are doing and now you are about to know what it means to be owned. I looked at him. What? I don't understand? You will boy. And with that he put the ball gag back in my mouth, then wrapped a bandana around that to muffle any sound that might come out. And since he was so much bigger, it was easy for him to lift me up and take me out of the tent and into the smaller one that he had set up next to ours. It was just a two man tent and I noticed there were just a few blankets on the floor of the tent. He laid me on it, on my back, ankles and wrists still shackled. Leaving me laying there with his cum dripping out of my bloody hole. He had made a time out of really pounding and breeding me open. Ryan leaned in towards my ear and whispered... "Now boy, I like to fuck and breed, but I really get off on hearing you moan and grown when others are abusing the fuck out of your hole and there is nothing you can do... but don't worry, I'll save you in the morning". And with that he left me there. I could hear him out by the fire, open up a new beer and through some logs on the fire. It didn't take long before our neighbors stopped by . Ryan said "hello guys, what's up?" Their response - "Damn, we heard you going to town on your boy - that was so hot!" Ryan then said "you think so? he's a tight assed 22 year old and really needs some experience getting broken in... it's his fantasy and I promised him I would help. Why don't the two of you go into his tent and help him make his fantasy come true?" "Dont be afraid to be rough - he told me the rougher the better". Damn, you serious they said - and with that I heard the tent screen push away.

So throughout the week we texted. He kept building up my hope and trust. Telling me how much fun we would have, teasing me with not being able to wait to take my virginity. He wanted it to be right and memorable and wanted to know if I would really commit myself to him. Of course, being just 22 and never been in a real gay relationship, and of course he was older and sexy and hung... I so wanted him to be my first. And I kept falling for him. So on Friday, I left work early and met him at his apt. He had an SUV already loaded and after a quick kiss - told me to jump in. And we were off. A few hours later, we landing at the camp ground in Binghamton. We found our site - #112. And proceeded to set up our big tent. When we were done, Ryan also then pulled out a smaller two man tent and set that up. I asked why? and he replied - We need a tent to store our stuff and not crowd the big tent. I felt a little silly. I hadn't really been camping before. We then build a fire and had a few beers. It was getting dark and I was horny. Ryan kept stroking my crotch and kissing me, hard. I kissed back harder. He kept whispering "I want you tonight.. and you promised me anthing, right?" Anything daddy, anything. I said back. We went into the tent and Ryan had me strip, then he proceeded to pull out a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. I kinda giggled. Ryan smiled - I like this he said... it makes me feel in control. So I let him cuff and collar me, anticipating and exciting night. Ryan also stripped down to nothing and stood there in the tent, his huge, thick 9 inch cock throbbing. A fell to my knees, slobbering on his cock, swallowing it, gasping as he began to face fuck me. After a while, he pulled me off his cock and flipped me on my back. He dove down and started to eat my hole. My legs in the air, my hole quivering as his tongue darted back and forth. his teeth pulling and nibbling into my ass. Every now and then he would pull back and slap my ass. hard. it stung, but felt so good. Ryan reached around and somewhere a bottle of lube was in his hand. He lubed me up and inserted a finger into my hole. I gasped with excitement and anticipation. He prodded in and out, and then a second finger went in. Soon, he slipped up between my legs and I stared into his eyes. His weight on me. His hard cock resting between my ass cheeks. He cuffed my right wrist to my right ankle. then the left wrist to the left ankle. I was in a position of not being able to stop him. He looked at me... Anything boy? Anything I want you will let me do boy? yes Sir I moaned. That was when I noticed on his hip the little scorpion tattoo. I had not noticed it before. but it was too late. I knew what it meant. I had read about it. I had heard stories. I knew he was Poz. It was too late, he reached behind me and slipped a leather knot around my head that had a ball gag on it and into my mouth, his cock head was already slowly pushing into my hole. Little did I know, his slowly pushing was about to end and a long brutal assault was just about to start....and it was only the begining of the weekend....little did I know that after this three day weekend, I too would be like the boy Mike. Broken, head bowed, and willing to do anything he said.

There it was... posted between the mirrors in the public shower room at the all men's campground: "Help break in my new boy - Site 112 - All night breeding and seeding session - No condoms allowed - 22 year old colllege boy taking all loads with no complaints - Starts at 10 pm until sunrise - Saturday and Sunday night" That was what he did to me. That was how he became my daddy and my owner. My protector and my pimp. There was nothing left to do but now but go back to our campsite #112, with my head down, knowing it was going to happen again tonight. But let me take you back a bit to how it all started, just a few weeks ago. I was 22, and just out of college with my first job in NYC. I was so excited. I could really be 'gay' and experience all the fun things I had been a bit shy to do before and with not living at home and out of college, it could happen! I mean I was an adult with a studio in NJ and taking the path train each day to NYC was a blast. But just a month after graduating, and a week after starting my new job, I stopped after work at a little bar in the village. Now I'm just 22, about 5'8" and 150 pounds soaking wet. I'm a bit skinny but a great smile. and just an average cock. I experimented with blow jobs and hand jobs in college, but nothing more. And at this bar, it was geared more for leather men, and 'real' men. So I went in, ordered a beer and kinda hid in the corner. A man walked up a bit later - He told me his name was Ryan. He was about 40, 6'2 and about 190 pounds. Clearly went to the gym and was nicely fit. As we chatted, I told him my story. I was still a virgin but couldn't wait to now do more that I was living on my own. He told me he was only a top, did that bother me? I said no, of course not. He was kind. Kept ordering me beers. A while later I was a bit buzzed and he suggested we go grab a bite to eat. So we left and just got pizza - no big deal and a few more beers. We ended up at his apartment and of course you know how this goes... but it's not really the story. We got naked and he let me blow him. My god - it was a huge 'man's' cock. Must have been 8 or 9 inches long, and thick! I could barely get more than the head and a few inches down my throat. I got naked and he fingered me to ecstasy until I was begging him please fuck me... but he said no. He said I was buzzed and let's just go to bed and snuggle. So we did. Naked, snuggled into him, I feel asleep. Saturday morning we talked for hours. I showered, we did a late breakfast, and he showed me a bunch of his favorite places in the city. That evening, after going back to his apartment and feeling around again, but no full on sex, he told me I had to go home. "Why?" I asked, almost pleadingly. "Well, I think I like you and I don't want to rush things. Let's just keep talking and get together again soon".... All week we texted back and forth. He kept asking if I wanted to be his boy. That he would make me happy. What would I do for him to make him happy? I of course was texting back that I couldn't wait to see him again and that I would do anything to make him happy. He said he still wanted to go a bit slow as I was a virgin, and he really wanted me to beg him to take my virginity... that would make him happy. I was so niave. That upcoming weekend - he arranged for us to meet up again. When I arrived back at the little bar I had first met him, I was surprised to see another guy about my age there. Looking back he was a lot like me. About 22, same height and weight. but quiet. head bowed. Ryan said "Hey boy, meet my nephew Mike. Mike is visiting this weekend so I thought I would take him around." I tried to talk to Mike, but he didn't have much to say. Over the course of a few beers that Ryan kept buying, I noticed that every now and then a guy from the bar would walk up to us, talk a bit with Ryan and say something I couldn't hear, and then the guy and Mike would leave to a back room. Mike would come back about a half hour later each time. This went on through out the night. When I asked Ryan whatt was going on, he just smiled and said "Mike is getting to know some of my friends better..." and smiled at me. '"you'll get to know them too". When I asked if we were going back to his place, he said "can't this weekend with Mike here...but let's go to the bathroom". In the bathroom, I was buzzed and horny. Ryan grabbed my crotch as soon as we were in the bathroom, then pulled me close "you said you would do anything to make me happy right boy?" "Yes sir" I responded. and I meant it. Ryan then grabbed my neck, and pushed me down to his crotch, unzipped his fly and pulled out his big cock -" take it boy. Put it in your mouth and make me smile boy." So there I was, on the floor in a bar bathroom, sucking Ryan's cock, hoping to drain every bit of cum from it... and Ryan kept his hand on the back of my head making sure I was going to get my guts filled with his seed. It didn't take too long with him face fucking me, until I could hear him breathing deeper and faster, telling me "take it boy, take it all boy don't waste a drop" . And suddenly I felt his cock erupt in my mouth and down my throat. After I swallowed it all, he pulled me up and whispered - "Good boy... I do like a good boy..... I have to go now and take Mike to another event I promised him to, but do you want to go camping with me next weekend? Just us? Binghamton NY is a fun all gay campground and I would love to take you there and get to know you better". And as I looked up into his eyes, and could still taste his cum in my mouth, I said "of course, that would be fun!" ...

Chapter 4 The guy pulled the Kid back and held his cock inside the Kid and said “ There you go, take it all. I’m going to knock you up you little cock teasing bitch “. The Kid wasn’t sure who he was talking to at that moment. It was apparent that the guy was cuming but the Kid didn’t feel anything inside his ass. The guy was panting and holding the Kid close. He let the Kid straighten up and when he did the guy’s deflated cock popped out. The Kid was glad because he figured it was finally over. The guy pulled his pants back up and looked at the front of the Kid. He saw the hairless crotch and the look on the Kid’s face like a dear in a headlamp. He said “ Now that we know what you will do to keep me from spilling the beans around here. I have a few friends that also saw your little episode in the park. We have been wanting to get to you”. The Kid once again was shocked at what he heard and realized that this wasn’t over yet. The Kid looked over and asked “ What do you mean “? The guy grinned and said “ My friends like to get into a little S&M and bondage. They are about as nasty as you will ever see “. With that the guy walked out of the restroom an the Kid got dressed and went to his office to collect his things and go home. As the Kid was grabbing his jacket, he noticed an envelope on his desk. He opened it and inside was a photo of him with a cock in his mouth. He couldn’t tell where it was taken but written on it was a note ‘ I know what you did ‘ . He knew it wasn’t the guy that had him in the restroom because he saw him walk directly to the elevator. The Kid knew that someone else was aware of his secret and now he would probably have to deal with that also. He went to the elevator and walked to his car. He could feel a wetness between his cheeks. Apparently, the guy did shoot a load in his bumn and it was leaking out. When he got home e went into the bathroom to clean up some. When he removed his briefs and looked at them, he was shocked to see the amount of cum that was there. Apparently the guy’s load was a lot bigger than he thought. After he was done cleaning up, he put on some lounging shorts and sat on the couch to look at the TV and relax. This event at work did leave him with the need to get off. He started stroking when there was a knock at the door. There he was with a raging hardon and someone at the door. He went over and looked thru the peep hole to see who it was. It was the guy from next door that caught him in the shadows after his night at the park. He looked a second time as the guy was knocking again. He was sure that this was the same guy. He opened to door and the guy walked in and closed the door behind him. He looked down at the Kid and saw the tent in the Kids shorts and smiled. He said “ Looks like my timing is good again “ . He knelt down and pulled the Kid’s shorts down and stared to lick the head of the Kid’s swollen cock. At the same time he stared worming a finger in the Kid’s ass. He felt some left over cum in his hole and stopped and looked up at the Kid and said “ I think you have already had some tonight ”. He pulled the Kid over to his couch and bent him over the back of it. He started eating the Kid’s ass making sure to nip his tender rosebud. The Kid was moaning and his cock was dripping precum like a fountain. The guy stopped and stood up. The Kid figured he was in for another fucking but the guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a small baggie. IN it was a medium sized shard and some ground up Meth. He fished out the shard and pushed it up the Kid’s ass. The Kid said “ Ouch “ when he pushed it in. The Kid wasn’t stretched much and the edges of the shard scraped the walls of his opening. With his finger being wet from the spit and cum in the Kid he was able to coat his finger with the remain of the baggie. He pushed his finger into the Kid’s ass and twisted it around. He wanted to make sure that the Drud was packed into the walls of his rosebud for maximum effect. It took a minute for the Kid to react to the Tina but the Kid felt the burning of the Tina and said “ That burns a lot, please stop “. The guy didn’t stop, In fact he twisted it more in the Kid’s ass. He knew that the shard probably put some small cuts in the kid and now he was rubbing this into those cuts. He reached in with his finger and found a small part of that was left of the shard. He was able to move it around to rub the Kid’s prostate with it. He knew that this would hit his prostate and do two things. It would hit his blood stream faster and at the same time it would make it harder for the Kid to cum, which sooner than later he would be craving.

Less of a seminal moment but more of a culmination of moments... Back when breakdancing was a thing we'd unroll peices of linoleum at break and lunchtime practice and show off moves. I remember one of the lads who was a better dancer came back from holiday to Florida and had a pair of Nike Hitops ho brought there. He claimed they were the reason he could do various moves so well, so one lunchtime I asked him to let me have a try, so I laced on his hitops and unexpecedly, it made me feel so good wearing them. That I think was the initiating moment. I also have incredibly focused intense friendships - probably a autistic spectrum thing - they were innocent - not at all sexual and I think that was also the beginning of the path for me. Time passed and I recall in my mid to late teens I was pushed to go to baptist church sunday school and the teenage 'christian endeavour' group. The way the group worked was everyone took turn to organise an evening's discussion, sutdies, or activities. One particular evening was organised by one of the lads who was in my year at 6th Form - he was one of those boys who was just good at everything they did - I think he was even Head Boy. I recall the evening was a discussion on avoiding teenage temptations - and started as a lecture in abstinance, but then rather quickly he started going on about the sins of being gay and delivered that part of the lecture staring right at me, spewing all kinds of vitriol. Everything fell into place for me at that moment. Hidden feelings, desires, internal conflicts all popped into focus and made sense. Somehow he'd seen through me and I knew what I hadn't figured out yet... and I guessed I'd been sussed out at that point. I never went back figuring I wasn't welcome. Since I was 18 at the time I was soon to leave to go to University, so my disappearance went almost unnoticed. Looking back, I wonder if part of the reason he sussed me so easily was because he saw a reflection of something he recongnised in himself? In parallel to this I was at an all-boys grammar school. It wasn't what you might expect - back in the late 80's early 90's it was a very hostile place to be openly gay. I am not aware anyone was, at the time. There was no support, and people generally supported Thatcher's Section 28. I rememeber we had someone come in to talk to us about HIV/AIDS from Terrance Higgins Trust and he got booed and jeered so much they abandoned it. Looking back a there were five of us that were friends - none of us were open about who we were or what we might feel but it turns out that in later life we all had something in common we didn't realise. The first I bumped into in Balans Soho. He was a waiter there. Others popped up over the years on gaydar.co.uk when that was a thing, and others I've met up at reunions and even job interviews. Strange how we all gravitated together but never revealed our true selves to each other. Oddly I recall we had someone in our year who was very disruptive - punishment didn't work and he was often exluded. He didn't really have any friends and wasn't violent towards other students or staff... just attention seeking, destructive and distruptive. They brought a therapist and as part of his therapy, he had to pick three students who he trusted to observe, feedback and help him. The three guys he picked... all of us it turned out were from that group of five. Looking back it really makes me wonder... Grammar School was very competitive academically and in sport - and there was a strong emphasis on Rugby and Gymnastics. I was far from an athlete and much more at home in the computer science and engineering labs. I remember trying to get out of having to do rugby practice or athletics by 'forgetting' my kit. I figured if you didn't have your kit, you can't play. If you had one of the softer games masters, you'd get sent to the Library. But two out of the three games masters were ex-army and seemd to be sadisic.. Generally their approach was that you had to pick some kit from the lost property box and carry on... It was likely unwashed, and not quite the right size, so it made you stand out and get picked on. So this idea of forgetting kit was not great... but it triggered something. I kinda enjoyed wearing other lad's kit and not knowing who's it was. The humiliation wasn't that good, but at least for a moment I had people's attention. At the time it was negative but I got a kick out of it somehow. The gamechanger for me was when one of the guys I was in engineering class with and had a secret crush on had rugby in the morning and offered to lend me his kit for my afternoon rugby session to avoid the humiliation of wearing lost property. I believe it was totally born out of purely innocent good intentions on his part. Initially at least, he didn't realise the effect on me - and the bonus was at lunchbreak he played in it again, and he took it off moments before giving it to me, so it was warm and filled with his fresh pheromones. I think, in that moment my gearfetish was born. It became a regular thing on Wednesdays that he'd play in the morning and at lunchtime, and in the afternoon I'd borrow his kit and play in it in the afternoon. After a while, he even got a little bit flirtatious sometimes, but never led to anything. What became of him I don't really know: I never bumped into him again but thanks for FriendReunited (remember that?), I understand he got married, had a family, kids, etc. So all this was hidden... and definetly not out in the open. Fast forward a few years and I'm in the final year of my masters degree. Still hiding in plain sight. But then I discovered IRC (Internet Relay Chat - a bit like Discord) and there were a lot of student run channels. In particular #uk-poofs was a very friendly channel - and unlike the social media internet today had one foot in reality. The channel had regular meet-ups and parties. I lurked to start with, then started to engage, met a couple of guys on a 1-1 basis and then and went to my first party in Finchley, north London. Fromt there I made friend who took me to places and I discovered 79CXR, The Anvil, the Sauna in Lavender Hill and Play Pit. And from there it's only gotten more interesting.... So here I am today.

What a fucked up week! It started out pretty much normal with the exception of my partner Brian being on a rare business trip. I am self-employed so my schedule is pretty flexible. I usually go to the downtown YMCA late afternoons but on Wednesday I went mid morning so I could do some chores as well. The Y was pretty empty so I relaxed in the sauna after my workout. I could see from the sauna door a muscular stud prowling from the shower who put on a bit of a show toweling himself off before entering the steam room. I am not a prude so I followed him. Two guys were in there when I entered. It was extremely steamy inside and I could barely make them out until I was quite close. I sat across from them so I could see what they were doing and if perhaps there might be a little action going on. While I am “monogomish” with Brian, I certainly feel free to jack off with others if it is discreet and occasionally will suck a bit as well. One of them ducked out pretty fast and that left the muscular stud alone with me. “How’s Brian?” he asked. That got my attention! “Ummmm, he is fine, thanks” was my reply. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Well, it WAS steamy and I didn’t have my glasses on. He scooted closer. “I’m Vince.” he explained. He offered me his hand and held mine a bit longer than necessary while I told him that my name is Mike. “We met once at a party” Vince continued. After a pause, he gave me the key I needed. “I used to date Brian.” “Oh! That Vince!” I winced as that was supposed to be my private reaction. Vince chucked “Yes, I suppose you could say that. Has Brian said much about me?” I replied "Not really" and that was the truth. I was under the impression it was just a short-term thing and I had never pressed Brian about it. Vince confirmed they hadn’t dated too long, but after a moment he said that Brian had a fabulous ass. I wasn’t jealous, exactly, as I stammered "Why, yes he does." Vince had turned towards me and I couldn’t help to see his ample junk flopping in plain view. “I really enjoyed using his hole and I was sorry that there wasn’t the chemistry to make it work as a relationship.” This seemed like an honest declaration; although my ears and dick perked up at his way of saying he had fucked Brian. “I was the first man to fuck Brian with a PA” Vince not so discreetly grabbed his crotch as he continued. “Brian was really tight and I had to use a lot of lube on his hole as I stretched him with my fingers and also used lots of lube on my rubbers.” Vince was clearly getting hard and between seeing his sizable tool and hearing his talk, I was rock hard very quickly. I could see the thick gauged PA accenting his big head and it looked hot as hell. “Brian sucked well, although he had a hard time deep throating me.” Vince pointed his very erect dick at me and pondered “I wonder how you would do?” I was really horny as I had not cum in a few days, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play with Vince due to his previous relationship with Brian. That didn’t seem particularly discreet. Vince seemed to pick up on my discomfort. “Look, it was many years ago when I had Brian and I never kiss and tell. Just grab and feel it.” Damn was it meaty and big! What the fuck—grabbing it couldn’t get me in trouble. Grabbing it, however, proved to be insufficient. Vince was pinching my nips (a hot spot for me) and feeling me up all over. “Come on, just taste it…try it, you’ll like it.” We both laughed at that so I figured what the hell. I got it about half way down before it became a challenge. Vince with over 8” long—and I mean REAL inches and way thicker than most. “Are you a better cock sucker than Brian? Show me how you suck, Mike!” He grabbed my head and started to face-fuck me. Someone came in at that point so I quickly sat down next to Vince. As the mystery guy was obscured in the steam, Vince kept touching me. As he rubbed my ass cheek I couldn’t help raising my hip to give him access to my hole. It was exciting to play while another man was nearby but unaware. When we were alone again Vince had me face away from him and then he knelt down and latched his mouth on my sweaty hole. FUCK that is a turn on for me! He stood up and rubbed his dick against my hole as he reached around to my nips and chewed on my neck and ear. “I wanna fuck your hole” he growled. I literally had chills run down my spine. I wasn’t going to take him raw so I turned around and said it wasn’t private here and I didn’t have any rubbers with me. “Brian always made me wear a rubber, too” Vince admitted. “I have some special ones in my gym bag and lube, too” he offered. I asked how they were special and he said that they were extra large and fit his big dick the way rubbers should fit a man. “Brian always loved how I fucked him and you will, too!” My resistance was low and my libido was high. Vince was pushing to seal the deal. He didn’t have a place available, but he was open to suggestions. I admitted Brian was out of town, but I had never brought anyone home with me. Vince was pawing me and playing me to the point of surrender. “Come on” he sighed “You are going to love it!” I did want it, but I told him that only Brian had fucked me for the last 6 years. This seemed to make his eyes gleam. “Look, here is the truth: I am moving out of state this weekend and this is the only time I’ll ever be able to be with you. I want my last memory of here to be with you.” He kissed me and his tongue plunged in. After a few minutes of serious tongue dueling and his hands possessing me I told him to meet me in the locker room and I’d give him my address. I just about chickened out while throwing my clothes on, but Vince showed up with his towel wrapped around his waist with an almost obscene bulge erasing my doubts: I gave him my address and said give me 20 minutes to get ready at home as I wanted to be prepped and squeaky clean for the fuck-session. Vince was prompt and started deep kissing as soon as he entered the door. He appreciated my jock strap and said it was perfect. I suggested the couch but he just said “uh uh. I want you on you and Brian’s bed.” In for a penny in for a pound flashed through my head as I led the way. “I can’t wait to fuck you like I fucked Brian so long ago!” Brian and I fucked protected for six months before we got our second negative HIV test and went to bare sex. As much as I prefer getting fucked ‘skin to skin’, I wasn’t going to take any chances with Vince even though he said he only tops. I am versatile, but if I am honest, I get off on fantasies of being fucked by a stud like Vince. I was glad that Vince brought his special condoms so I could get fucked just like Brian did. I could imagine that smaller condoms would be way too restrictive. Vince didn’t just ‘slide and ride’. He made me suck him hard and wet, lick his nuts and when I saw his hairy ass my tongue couldn’t resist. “Awwwwwww! Yeah, fucking worship me and you will get the fuck of your lifetime!” He promised. He also encouraged me by saying the more turned on he was, the harder he fucked and the bigger load he shot. What could be better? Still, after a good 20 minutes of foreplay I was getting crazy to get filled. Vince started his prep with eating my hole and rather harshly finger fucking me. It sort of hurt, but I was so damned horny I just moaned and relaxed to give him better access. The sooner I was open, the sooner he could breed my hole he promised. He told me he was good for two loads so if I was only good for one, I should wait until he was giving me load number two. “Fuck yes” I agreed. He wanted me on all fours for the first fuck. I saw him open the package and slide the rubber on, pinching the tip to make sure there would be room for his load. I assumed the position as he added his lube that he said looked and felt just like cum. I had heard of it, but had never tried it. The push in was slow but constant. The PA felt awesome rubbing against my prostate and I moaned as he filled me up. It was my first time being fucked with a PA, just like Vince was Brian’s first. Vince started out slow and told me how much he liked to see his dick slide in and out. After a few minutes I was relaxed enough for him to pull out and shove back in. “If only you could see what my dick looks like now” he groaned. I wanted to know a few things. “You like my ass? How does it feel for you? How do I compare to Brian?” Hey, a little praise goes a long way for me! “Needy, aren’t you!” Vince chuckled. “Mmmmmmm your ass is fine. It is tight, warm and you have great muscle control. I love how it is hungry for what I am giving you. I’d say I am happier being inside your hole than Brian’s. It fucking turns me on that you are cheating on him and giving me your hole to use just like I used him. My load will be your reward!” This talk was going to both of my heads. I get off on dirty talk. “Fuck me, Vince! I want it bad!” His thick dick was pleasing me and hurting me at the same time. The combination was making me groan and beg please. Vince started to pound harder and my response was instant. I squirmed and groaned while he started his end run. “Fuck yes, Mike! I am so loving this! I am going to fucking own your ass and claim it as mine. You want that, don’t you? You want me to do that? You want my dick?” “Please Vince!” I cried. “You want me to use your hole just like I used Brian’s, right?” YES “You don’t care that you are cheating on your partner?” Just use me, Vince, please! “That is exactly what I am doing. I am going to reward you for your bad behavior…damn, I am so close!” Fuck me Vince! Use me! Make my ass yours! Despite the condom, I swore I could feel the heat of his load pulsing inside me as he screamed and shoved his dick as far as it could go. “There! I am giving you what you deserve, Mike! Arrrrrr! I fucking own your cheating ass!" The stimulation was just too much! I exploded on the sheets and cried out. “That’s it! Cum on my dick and milk every drop out! Vince hissed. His weight pushed me flat on my stomach and I enjoyed the afterglow of his still hard dick twitching as my ass rhythmically clenched and relaxed. Brian always says that turns him on and Vince seemed quite content to let me keep working on him. About five minutes later, after we had each recovered our breath, Vince pulled out, while still pressing me down into the mattress and pulled his condom off to toss in his open gym bag. “It’s my souvenir” he snickered as he nibbled my ear. Vince turned me over and got in a 69 position with his semi-hard dick pointing at my mouth. “Clean me up!” he commanded. I gladly sucked his dick as he sucked on my sensitive dick and nuts. After a while he grabbed my thighs and exposed my ass to his probing fingers, sighing at the same time, “Damn does your ass look fine." His dick gradually went from spongy to rock hard. He re-positioned himself between my legs and reached over to grab another condom. He told me I was lubed inside and out from his first fuck as he suited up. He told me to grab his dick and place it where I needed it. His eyes closed in pleasure and he just said “ahhhhhhhh” as he pushed deep into me. “The first fuck was just a warm up. I want you to watch me, hold on to me with your hands and totally experience what I am doing to you. You are going to always remember this fuck.” I was putty in his hands and I just whimpered a little as my hands wrapped around his strong back. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. After today you’ll always associated getting fucked with what I am doing right now.” Usually doggy is my favorite position for being fucked, but Vince was right—this was a special experience. I couldn’t remember feeling so possessed by another man. Vince locked his hands on my body throughout the fuck: either on my legs, my nipples or holding on to my shoulders. His eyes rarely left mine and while it didn’t feel romantic, there was something so primal about this fuck. I told Vince that and he said “That’s right. I am fucking you the way a man should fuck another man.” I confessed that the only thing that would be better would be to have him fuck me raw, but I quickly added that I couldn’t do that. Vince smiled and said condom or not, I was being fucked the way it should be. I was surprised how hard I was. Vince knew how to keep me stimulated from within and without. Nevertheless, after about 30 minutes I was getting rather sore from the relentless fucking and PA clad head rubbing inside me. Vince said there was no need to stop and add lube as he was getting close again. “Fuck yes” I moaned. “I want it bad.” “What do you want?” Vince asked. “What do you want from me, Mike? You want me to use you like I used Brian? You want to be claimed as mine?” I was moaning yes and please almost like a chant. “You want this connection? You want to be bred by me? By now I was almost babbling as Vince was going in for the kill. I kept begging for him to have his way with me, to use me, to breed me. Despite his condom I could pretend that he was going to breed my torn up ass with his seed. “Yes, fucker! Here comes the breeding you have always wanted. The fuck you will always remember; I…FUCKING…OWN…YOU!!!” Each word was accentuated with full penetration. He went still on the last word and flexed and throbbed like crazy. “You’ve got it…you are fucking bred…ahhhhhhh…” A few quick strokes with my hand and I was shooting clear on my chest. I was way louder than I usually am. There was something so satisfying about that fuck. We were both sweating as we came off our fuck-high. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed fucking you, Mike.” It was almost tender. “I’ll always remember fucking you.” He added. It wasn’t lip service when I told him that the pleasure had been mine. Vince slowly pulled out and tossed his second condom in his bag. We both took a short shower together with Vince massaged my hole saying “Just so I'll always remember your ass.” I laughed and was in a great mood. Vince kissed me deeply and told me that he really enjoyed fucking me…just like he had fucked Brian he added. I confessed I couldn’t believe Brian was willing to let go of his fuck tool. “Well, I am just glad I could have you today…in a way, I feel like I fucked Brian as well by fucking you.” Later that afternoon I emptied a huge amount of lube out of my ass. Fingering my hole and smelling the goo I had to agree that Vince’s lube was the closest thing to cum that I had ever had. Brian got back late Friday and we fucked like bunnies. I enjoyed fucking him bare and pretended that Vince was me. I mentioned I had seen Vince at the Y in conversation late Saturday and that he was moving out of state. Brian seemed to be in a pensive mood and I asked what he was thinking about. Brian explained that even though Vince was hot sex, he was glad he was with me. I smiled at that and asked why he hadn’t stayed with Vince. “Well, we weren’t dating too long and I guess I was a bit naive.” I asked what about. “I always seemed to be full of lube after Vince fucked me and I checked and saw that his stash of rubbers were all carefully slit at the tip and put back in the package.” My heart lurched. “It’s just as well he is moving, I guess. I heard he is poz now and I’d hate to think that anyone I know might get bred like I was…”

Was in town for a few days and had some fun. Tuesday i spend the day taking loads in my Michigan Ave. First up was this sexy 9.5 THICK black man. He was one of the best kissers every. We kissed and licked and then he rimmed my ass and then lubed me up and slid in. Thank god for poppers, felt like he was splitting me open. He fucked for a good 20 Min till he dumped a huge load in me. He kissed me and kept going. Another 20 min later he was pumping a second load in me. My hole was so sloppy and cummy. We laid there and made out while he fingered me and ate my pit till i jerked my load for him to swallow. Took an hour break and then next up was a married cub. We kissed a bit and then he pumped a load into me. He left and I got back on sniffies. There was a sexy Indian guy working across the street that wanted Ass up. I love that. Propped the door open and got in place. He walked in, I sucked him and then he fucked me for a few min and shot his load inside. He left and his HOT (and I mean HOT) muscle guy who was working at a retailer close by hit me up. I figured he was a fake. When he walked in I was shocked how hot he was. He got naked, had amazing arm, 6 pack and 8 thick. I sucked him a bit, rubbed him body and then he pushed me to the bed. He climbed on top of me and pushed in my hole. He pounded me hard, chocked me a bit (which was hot). Her fucked for about 15 min till blew his load inside me. He left and I looked around more. Up next was a repeat from Monday, sexy bI guy who bred me anonymous. Last up Was a cute Persian kid that said he didn’t want to fuck only oral. But we know how that goes. I was blowing him and he was fingering my cummy hole, he rolled over and shoved his 7 thick uncut cock in me. Felt amazing. He only lasted about 5 min but felt like A huge load. God how i love Chicago.

Part 12 The pain that instantly took over everything I was now became the only focus I was capable of. It was as if the world had disappeared and all that surrounded me was nothing but a blinding horrific pain filled blackness. No sounds, no smells....nothing but the unmerciful increase of the pain and silent darkness of my mind. So, I thought to myself, this is how it feels to die. After I don't know how long, I was vaguely aware of hearing voices. They sounded far away and I couldn't make out any words but it was something my mind struggled to hold onto, to pull me out of the blackness. But even as I began to hear the voices grow louder and began to feel a warm breeze touching my skin, my growing alertness also brought the intense unbearable pain into sharp and undeniable reality. I tried to scream, to make words, but I couldn't. I didn't want to but I opened my eyes and cried out at the unexpected brightness of the sun-filled afternoon. “Hey there daddy,” I heard a voice say. “I'm glad you're back with us. Just in time to feel me shove the last inch of my cock into your tight cheating married ass!” Then I felt a powerful thrust against my body and finally found my voice. “No!! Don't, please!! What's going on?!! Please, oh please make it stop hurting!” I was sobbing and trying to understand what was happening. “Look at me, daddy,” I heard the same voice say, in a commanding tone that I knew I had to obey. I looked towards the voice, my vision beginning to clear and I saw my naked body stretched out, legs spread wide, and between my legs a naked sweat-covered handsome young man grinning at me lustfully. “Drew,” I whispered hoarsely as I recognized him and images of today began moving into my drug-fogged mind. His smile widened. “Yeah daddy, it's me. Drew. Your son. Remember all the fun we've been having?” As he spoke I felt more pain, a newer kind of pain as if my insides were being pulled out. “Oh fuck! That hurts! Why? What?! No, no, my son is Jeremy. Not Drew.” The pieces still hadn't all fallen into place yet in my head and I was confused. The pain was making it hard to concentrate. I saw a look of surprise briefly cross Drew's face. “Jeremy? Jeremy's your son?” “Yes,” I answered wondering why he asked that. Before I could say more though Drew spoke again. “But today I'm your son, daddy. Drew. Your own son. The one you wanted to fuck you. That you begged to fuck your cheating married ass and take your virginity. Remember, daddy? Remember sucking in the fuck smoke then begging for my cock? Your son's cock in your cherry hole?” As he said this I felt a movement inside me as he slid balls deep into me again. And I remembered. I remembered everything. I moaned, dimly aware of three things almost all at the same time: (1) I felt Drew begin moving his cock in and out of my ass; (2) I felt a pulsing in my own cock; and (3) I realized the pain, although it was still terrific, was not as bad as just a few moments before. “Mmmmm,” I sighed. “Oh fuck yes I remember. But it hurts too much. I can't take it. Please, please pull out of me.” Drew, his gaze fixed on me, ran his hands up my thighs, over my abs and stopped at my pecs even as his in-and-out movements continued. He took both of my nips between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pulled on them. I moaned and arched my back enjoying the sensation on my nips and for a short moment almost forgetting the pain of his cock inside me. “I know how good it feels to have your nips played with,” I heard Drew whisper softly as I lay there with my eyes closed feeling myself getting turned on. “I like making you feel good, daddy. And I can make you feel really good with my cock. I promise. Don't make me stop daddy. Let me fuck you some more and show you. Let your son 's cock make you feel good, daddy. Okay?” His fingers on my nips, his seductive voice, his promise to make me feel good all worked together to weaken my resistance. And as I tried to think more clearly I couldn't deny that the pain that had wracked my body and my mind when he first put his cock in me had now become more uncomfortable instead of unbearable. Apparently Drew took my silence to mean I didn't want him to fuck me more because I heard him say, “I think you need some help to persuade you, daddy.” I opened my eyes to see him looking at me. “And we have the help you need. Ryan, let our Daddy Justin have some more smoke. He gets so naughty when he does.” Drew had hardly finished when I saw a hand holding the glass pipe move it to my lips and lighting a flame under the packed bowl. “That's it stud. Suck in that fuck smoke and get nasty with us.” I looked up and saw Ryan's face smiling at me as I inhaled the swirling smoke. “Yeah man,” he said. “Get all the fuck smoke you can. Then enjoy getting fucked.” As soon as I started sucking on the pipe my eagerness for more hot raw sex quickly grew. As I started on my second hit Drew began moving his hips faster, sliding his hard bare cock in and out of my hole in a perfect rhythm. I was feeling more and more pleasure, the earlier pain becoming a distant memory. I blew out my second cloud and looked into Drew's dark eyes. I moved my legs up and wrapped them around his waist. “Oh hell baby! That feels so good. Your cock feels so damn good inside me! Fuck me son! Fuck your dad and give me your cum!” Drew's grinned hungrily at me. “You fucking got it daddy! Your son is going to fucking knock you up! Hold on stud!” (to be continued)

Had the best fuck, possibly ever. Met a guy who wanted to hook up with me and his partner. Turned out to be two couples when I got to his place. Walked in, told me to strip and hop in the sling. He strapped me in and proceeded to lick my entire body, very sensual. The nhis partner and two friends showed up, was a little nervous but they all went to work on a different body nips lips, neck, toes inner thighs, hole, They all seemed concentrated on seeing if what they were doing would get a reaction out of me. They got lots of reactions. When they finally got around to fucking me, I was ready for anything and anyone. while one fucked the others made sure I could feel my entire body. Getting fucked, beard scruff on my neck,toes sucked and nipples played with at the same time was a revelation. They tried hard to avoid touching my cock, but while the second guy was fucking, I started to cum. A lot. One guy slurped up the cum, the second guy kept fucking, and the other two started working harder on my toes and nipples, and whatever else they could. Normally I need a little break after cumming, but didn't get the chance. With all the other stuff going on in and around my body I didn't need to. Number three started fucking and the whole cycle repeated. After number four came, he unstrapped my right hand and told me to cum. Took me a moment, but then one of them started fucking me again , I came at the same time as one of them came i my mouth. I was exhausted, but it felt amazing. I felt really grateful They were the nicest guys!

Chapter 3 The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”. The Kid didn’t understand what he meant but knew enough that he wanted to do what he was told to get this over as soon as possible. Even though that by now his mouth was feeling pretty dry he was managing to get a nice wet looking head on the cock. The Guy shoved his cock balls deep n the Kid’s mouth, the Kid gaged on it in response. It wasn’t that this cock was all that big, but the actions caught him off guard. The guy felt this and said “ No better way to get a cock wet than to gage on it “. The guy did this a couple more times and said “ I guess that will have to do, your fault if it isn’t wet enough “. The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant but his next words rang home. He told the Kid “ Drop those pants and bend over, show me that cunt everyone enjoyed the other night ‘. The Kid was shocked. The guy grabbed the Kid and pulled him up and spun him around. He slapped the Kid on the ass and told him to get those pants down unless he wanted him to rip them off him, and then let the Kid figure a way to get out without security cameras seeing his bare ass. The Kid unbuckled his pants and pushed them and his briefs down to the floor. This made him bend over and when he started to straighten back up the guy held him over in the bent position and told the Kid “ Hold those cheeks open, let’s see that little rosebud “. The Kid did as he was told and when he reached back to open his ass cheeks his head bumped into the porcelain urinal. The guy saw this and bent the Kid a little more so that his head was in the urinal. The guy chuckled and said “ Get use to it, this is your life from now on “. The Kid looked down and noticed that the urinal hadn’t been flushed and it had a nasty acidic smell. The guy noticed this also and said “ Here, let me help you “. He reached over and pulled the flush handle and the water began to flush the pee. The problem was that with the Kid’s head in the urinal the water was running over the Kid’s head soaking his hair and face. The guy knew what he was doing and when the Kid let his cheeks go he slapped him on the ass and said “ I said, Hold those open “! The water had stopped and the Kid reached back and spread his cheeks again. He felt the head of the Guy’s cock press against his hole. All the Kid could think is that it had been over three weeks since he had anything in his ass and he was finally tight again and here was this average hard cock trying to get in him, and it was a dry, no lube. He figured that it would not get in. The Guy pushed in and held the Kid’s hips so he couldn’t get away. The sharp pain was intense. It felt like that cock was trying to take his hole inside with it. To the relief of the Kid, the guy pulled back. The guy let a big drop of spit fall onto the head of his cock. Then he grabbed the Kid’s shoulders and pushed hard in the Kid. The cock popped in the Kid’s dry and tight hole. The Kid cold only moan “ No” into the urinal. The guy said “ Yes, take it you little slut ”. The guy stared working his cock I and out of the Kid. He had a strong enough grip on the Kid that he was leaving marks on his shoulders. To the Kid it felt like the cock was pulling his hole inside out on the strokes. As the guy pumped more up the Kid there was a little slipperiness staring. The Kid wasn’t sure where it was coming from. He remembered how much the guy produced precum and figured it must be that. What the Kid didn’t know was that the Guy had been chewing tobacco and the spit wad was loaded with tobacco juice. The Kids ass looked pretty nasty with that as lube. The Guy stared pumping harder and moved his hands to the kid’s throat. This scared the Kid, and the natural reaction was that he tightened his ass. The guy felt this and said “ Yeah, tighten that cunt, I am going to blow a big load in you “. The cock pistoning in the Kid’s ass was still dry, that was turning out to be a rough dry ass fuck. Any moisture from the spit or other natural lubes was gone now. The guy grabbed the Kid’s hips and pulled him close. He started jabbing his cock up the Kid’s now sore shit chute. He wanted the Kid to remember what he was getting and would get in the future. With the jabbing movements of the guy the Kid was hitting his head on the urinal again. The guy pulled the Kid back and held his cock inside the Kid and said “ There you go, take it all. I’m going to knock you up you little cock teasing bitch “. The Kid wasn’t sure who he was talking to at that moment.

I cruise regularly at the video stores in my area. Over the years, I have never run into someone I know until recently. About a month ago, I was at one of the video stores. The store only has a few open theater rooms and no booths. It was late morning and the store was not busy. There were only 2-3 people. Shortly after I entered, I went into one of the rooms and at the entrance I saw someone was jerking right next to the video control panel on the wall. First I only saw a cock and slowly moved closer. Without making eye contact, the guy signaled me to play with his cock. As soon as I lifted my head and made eye contact, I saw my neighbor. He took another quick peek on me and I think he saw me too. I quickly backed away and moved to a different room. After a while, I moved around and didn't see him anymore. He probably left quickly after our unexpected encounter. Since then, i have tried to avoid him but we have spoken a few times and pretended nothing had happened. Although our interaction has not been really awkward, I could imagine that it would be more difficult for him than me. I am gay cruising guys at a video store and my neighbor is married with a woman and has kids. He is supposedly to be "straight". I am out to neighbors and they are all very friendly. We regularly socialize at gatherings. Our encounter reminded me of seeing the same neighbor last year at another video store but I was not 100% sure. That video store is very dark with gloryhole booths. My neighbor was there before I got to the store shortly. As I was adjusting my eyes for the darkness at a corner after I just entered, I briefly saw someone resembled him leaving the arcade. Last week, I was at the same video store again. I was there first. After not too long, he came in and walked past by me. This time I could see him clearly. I think he didn't see me because his eyes had not adjusted to the darkness of the arcade. As soon as he walked past me and all the way to the back, I went into a booth trying to avoid him. A few minutes later, I came out of the booth and did a quick survey. I didn't spot my neighbor. Because it was not busy at all and two adjacent booths were occupied, I knew he was in one of the booths. Through the door crack, I saw his back and he was being sucked by a guy through a gloryhole on the other side of a booth. After some sucking, he signaled the guy to join him in the same booth. The guy quickly came out of his booth and joined him. I went to the vacant booth and watched the guy on his knees sucking my neighbor's cock. All I could see was my neighbor's hairy ass through GH. A few minutes later, they were pulling up their pants and I thought they were done and ready to leave the booth. I remained in the booth so I wouldn't run into him when he left the store. To my surprise, my neighbor came back to the same booth a few moments later. The booth where I was in was dark because the video system was not working (see photo). I could see him clearly through the hole but he could not. After he returned, he dropped his pants and started stroking his thick fat cock as I watched through the hole. It is the cock I remembered seeing at the other store. As I watched, I was really hesitant whether I should motion him for his cock but I just could not resist. As soon as I stroked my finger across the hole, he promptly stuck his meaty cock for me. I grabbed his cock and gave a few gentle strokes, then I started sucking. Every time I deepthroated him, he would push his cock more into my throat. After some sucking, he started fucking my mouth. I always take it as a cue that it is time for me to present my ass. During my oral service, I had lubed up my hole with spit so I was ready. I grabbed his cock and put it into my ass. He just started fucking me until he shot a hot load in me and I could feel his cock pulsating. Needless to say, I was completely in disbelief but satisfied at the same time. My "straight" neighbor just bred me through a gloryhole and he didn't know it was me. This is one of the hottest encounters I had and I can't stop thinking about it. It is really weird for me to think about how he had sex with his wife and his load had made kids. I know his wife and kids and he had bred me!! I guess this is the reason why I prefer anon sex with blindfolds - only cock and ass without any stories attached to them. Now I am pretty sure that he frequents video stores and cruises for gay sex. My encounters with him tell me that he was not selective about who sucks his cock and who he breeds. He simply wants to enjoy a moment of m/m sex and gets off. As much as I enjoyed his cock very much, I really hope that we don't run into each other again. He is a cool neighbor, a loving father and a devoted husband. He deserved to be free for being who he is briefly when he is cruising and not to be paranoid about being seen by me. Maybe his wife knows that he likes to have sex with guys? I probably will never know. Thank goodness for this forum. Otherwise, I would have no place to let this out and had to take this to my grave.

I've always been a bottom, I enjoy getting fucked and leaving. I rarely ever indulged in it though but these last couple weeks have been eye opening. I met this local bi guy and no condoms were discussed and he pumped me full of cum. Walking back to my car with a wet cummy hole leaking into my boxers felt so amazing and wrong. I never bb but this was new and I met him again not long after and let him fill my ass again. Still amazing. My sexual appetite increased and a couple days later I met another guy but he rubbered up. There was just something missing, he was good and he had a nice cock but somehow just felt off. This was only a few days ago and I've taken three more bare cocks since then, once in a random car park, and I'm sat here now with cum in my hole and still horny. I feel like I'm losing control, am I doomed?

i suppose it was two fold thing, started getting hard in early tweens and playing with myself, then on Holiday at 18 at the hotel which was on a beach, this guy waved me over when I went to him he put a hand on my crotch, he had decided I was gay, 10 minutes later he was fucking my ass, never looked back from there on in

This is not Doom unless you buy into all that religious sexual dogma crap. No. This . Is. Freedom! You re now a male living as he should and embracing your sexual Nature, enjoying it as the male Pleasure sport that it is. The more your body gets to experience the ecstasy of sexual indulgence with other males the more you are going tyo need it. I am blessed to have hundreds of male sex partners every year (Just had 111 over the 10 days of Pig Week in Fort Lauderdale fisting and fucking my hungry ass and milking my fat penis). Embarce the Lust my brother. Live in it. You will know a level of completion and satisfaction as a male that many still living in shame, guilt and fear deny themselves.

I've been reading this forum for a long time... but this is first post. Travelling for work this week, and last night decided to see who was about where I'm staying. First grindr taker was an older guy with a good looking cock. I drove over and met his hilariously friendly puppy. We then went to the bedroom and quickly got naked. I could tell he was really horny. A few minutes later he was fucking me hard missionary style, his thick cock felt great and I could see he loved my ass. I reached up and tweaked his nipple and his cum exploded inside me... i could feel it throb over and over. He apologised for cumming so soon, and I said 'never apologise, it's awesome' 😉 He stayed hard for a while, his cock deep inside me, as we had some chat and cuddle. Load #1. Next message on my phone was from suit guy up from Sydney for meetings. I went to his hotel and he fucked me for a long time, changing around positions. He was very affectionate, pausing fucking now and then to kiss. A hot and nice guy. After lots of pounding he eventually said "I think i might cum" hahaha so I said 'give it to me', and he blew a big load with his cock balls deep in me. So far so good! Load #2. After back to my own hotel, I got a message from this guy who chats to me a lot on grindr, even though we've never met. He's in the same town tonight and desperate for my ass lol soon after, he's at my place. Younger asian guy - hard muscled body, really hot. Stripping off, I see he his cock is even better than the pics he shared... really nice one. We make out for a while, as if we're old friends. It's really comfortable to be naked with him, cuddling, kissing, chatting... after a while I sit my ass down on his rock hard cock. A huge smile on his face. He quickly takes charge, flipping me over to fuck doggy style. Really hard and strong fucker. At one stage he even picked me up, his cock hard in my ass. After a few changes of position we end up standing, he's fucking me from behind and pulls my face around to kiss, saying 'I'm gonna cum' as I feel the flood of it in my pussy. Load #3. Met three nice guys and went to bed with my hole feeling well used and full of their cum.

I'm gay. I gravitate to men and masculinity, in particular a guys hole. Referring to a guy and his cock or hole in the feminine sense doesn't do it for me.

As a very young kid, my well-to-do grandma would take me to the theatre/opera/ballet, most of which I didn't really appreciate enough at the time. One Christmas, Aged 7 or 8, she took me to see The Nutcracker which was a bit of a tradition and at intervial she asked me what I enjoyed most about it... and there was only one thing I really liked, so I told her. The big bulges at the front of the men's tights...

I have no interest in football but my Dad was a fanatical Manchester City fan (being a true Mancunian supporting United was unthinkable!) He used to drag me to matches as a kid. Once, when I was about 9, he somehow got a pass to go behind the scenes after a match. It was back in the days when players had communal baths. I didn’t know I was gay before I went in but after seeing 11 professional football players naked in a bath, I sure as hell knew when I came out.

“So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.” PART TWO Big Ed enjoyed the view of the kid’s jaw stretched out around his beer can of a dick, and enjoyed even more the look of fear in his eyes when Ed pushed down into his throat, cutting off his air supply. But truth be told, Jamie wasn’t his type: too cute, too innocent looking. He liked boys with more of an edge, who looked like they had been around the block and were used to trading their throats and asses for a carton of cigs or a dime bag. Now, this boy had agreed to fuck with two complete strangers for money and then consented to take on three more, so he probably was the kind of twank Ed liked. But he didn’t look it and the look really turned his crank. Beggars can’t be choosers, though, and he wasn’t picking up the tab tonight. Not for the room, nor the favors, nor the entertainment kneeling in front of him. This was Curt and Todd’s set up and they still liked them like they did in college and Jamie fit that bill. The others has stopped messing with fag boys after they got married and their taste in guys was frozen in time. Ed, though, never stopped and his taste had evolved somewhat. But Jamie was trying and that earned him a little respect and a reward. Big Ed pulled out of the kid’s mouth and gave him two slaps with his heavy cock, then pulled him over to sit on the bed. ”Bring the pipe over here Mick” he called to the fourth guy in the room, a wiry guy who looked like he could do some serious damage in a bar fight. Mick came over with a glass pipe that Ed lit up and told the kid to smoke from. Jamie asked what it was and when he was told it was crystal meth, refused, saying he doesn’t do that. An enraged Curt stormed over and grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard, instantly deflating Jamie’s hard on. “Bitch! Who said you have any say in what goes in you tonight?!” he bellowed. “Besides, you already smoked some in the joint AND took some G in the beer. So don’t go around pretending you’re gonna stay straight ‘cause that ship has sailed. Now do as you’re told!” He squeezed again for emphasis. Shaking in pain and fear, Jamie took a deep rip and held it like Big Ed told him. Again, Ed said and again and again four more times. He didn’t know what to expect and was exhilarated by the rush and the wave of horniness that washed over him. Without being told, he dove back down on Ed’s huge cock the second Mick took the pipe back. “Looks like the bitch is ready” Mick laughed. “I don’t think he’s going to put up any more resistance tonight.” “We’ll see about that. Get him on all fours” Todd said. Big Ed positioned Jamie on the bed on his hands and knees as Todd told the boy to guzzle down the rest of the spiked beer. As soon as he was done, Ed replaced the bottle at his mouth with his cock and Todd began poking around Jamie’s asshole. He hocked a gob of spit right onto his sphincter and pushed firmly in. If his mouth wasn’t full of Ed, Jamie would have been begging for Todd’s cock, such was the desire that had welled up inside of him from the drugs and the degrading treatment he was receiving. As it was, all he could do was grunt happily as Todd split him open. ”You guys are going to love this puss” Todd exclaimed. “I was worried this used up hooker was going to have a loose cunt but it’s tight as shit. It won’t be when we’re done, though!” He long dicked Jamie, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. He varied the angle of attack, hoping to hurt the boy, but Jamie, in the state he was in, was loving every second of it. Whimpering as Todd’s cock pulled out, moaning as it reentered and grunting as it bottomed out. At the other end, Ed was having a great time, too. He didn’t have to do any work, as Jamie’s body rocked back and forth in rhythm with Todd’s fucking, forcing the boy’s head forward and driving Ed’s thick member through Jamie’s lips. “I’m not going to last long” Ed said, “this punk’s throat is milking me for all its worth.” ”Go ahead and feed the kid” Curt said as he circled around the bed with the camera, jerking off at the sight of the boy getting spit roasted. “We have all night. You can unload in him two, three times, assuming you’ve still got the stamina, old man.” ”Fuck you Curt!” Big Ed took control of the cadence, jackhammering the kid’s face. He couldn’t breathe and he was genuinely scared but he was even more horned up than before, his mysteriously flaccid dick leaking like a sieve. “Here it comes kid” Ed roared. He pulled back so that only the first third was in Jamie and began shooting volley after volley of cum. “Don’t swallow until I tell you” he ordered as the boy’s mouth filled up with the huge load. When he was done, he lifted Jamie’s face up by the chin and told him to open up and show him. The kid did as he was told and Curt got a good close up on video of his cum filled mouth. Ed, Curt and Mick each took a turn spitting into Jamie’s mouth and Ed said “Now swallow bitch.” Watching all this pushed Todd to the edge and he hunched over the boy’s back and rabbit fucked him, fast and hard. “Here’s the first load of many, faggot” he panted. Jamie, his mouth now free for the first time since he started getting fucked replied “Yeah, breed my hole man, flood my guts with your sperm. I’m just your cumbucket.” With a yell, Todd spasmed and unloaded in the ass he had paid for. He pumped a few more times and then yanked it out unceremoniously and walked over to shove his cummy dick into Jamie’s mouth. “Clean up your mess bitch.” Ed and Todd sat down on the sofa and lit up the pipe again, a pipe that Mick had been steadily hitting as he watched the show and fondled himself. Curt circled Jamie with the camera, zooming in on the drenched pouch of his jockstrap and on his now slightly gaping hole. He narrated his video with degrading talk about the wrecked young escort. He then shoved three fingers into the boy’s hole pulling them out covered in cum and feeding it back to him. All on camera, of course. Todd stood up and made his way to the bathroom. For the first time, the fifth guy spoke up. He had been silently watching from the doorway the whole time, contemplatively taking drags from a hand rolled cigarette as he took in the view. He said “Where you going bro?” “Gotta take a leak. What’s your name again? And why are you still here?” Todd replied contemptuously. Guy number five was different than the rest, no more than ten years older than Jamie, probably late twenties. While the other four screamed “square, suburban dad”, #5 had a gym toned body(the kind optimized for aesthetics, probably never played a sport in his life), a stylish haircut and several tattoos along with pierced cock. “I’m Travis” he said cooly, “Remember? I’m the guy who supplied you with your party favors. Without which your boy might not be so compliant. And without which you would all have tina dick. So mind your manners.” Chastened, Todd mumbled an apology and turned back toward the bathroom. Travis called out “Hey man, why waste it? You’ve got a perfectly good urinal right there” pointing at Jamie fruitlessly fiddling with his soft cock on the bed. Curt smiled wickedly and led Jamie to the bathroom, followed by the others.

Unfortunately, I'd asked Sarah out because I was feeling insecure about my sexuality. I'd recently masturbated several nights in a row while fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass. I committed to focusing my sexual energy on women. Sarah, a sophomore like me, had been not-so-subtly hinting that she was attracted to me. Oh and two of her friends said I should definitely ask her out. So I did. She liked the attention, I liked that I wanted to fuck her (even though she never gave me more than a handjob while we were dating). Still, I couldn't keep my fantasies straight. We got married at the end of junior year. Everyone thought we made a good couple. Things were fine. ***** We decided to spend our first anniversary in Las Vegas. We were both 21 and had basically never had any alcohol. I'd gotten us some kind of lovers package that included champagne on ice in the room when we checked in. We were giddy already--sin city!--and she giggled when I popped open the bottle. I filled up the flutes and toasted our trip. ***** "Oh fuck!" "Fuck that's tight." He was actually inside me. Jesus. I moaned. I couldn't help it. "Yeah, I knew you were a faggot as soon as I saw you." I blushed and didn't feel great about that. He slid in and out of my asshole slowly. I was breathing deeply trying to take him without panicking. It seemed like he must have the biggest cock on the planet. Fuck I did feel like a faggot though. I couldn't believe how hot it was to have this guy inside me. Ted. **** Sarah and I drank up the champagne like a couple of idiot kids celebrating an ill-advised marriage. We started to mess around and she slurred an offer to suck my dick. I was beside myself. She made her way down to my crotch... And passed out. Fuck. **** I was trying, poorly, to order a beer from a cocktail waitress. The particulars aren't important but I looked like an idiot because I was. Ted saw the thing unfold and sorted everything out. Ted was a big dude. Probably just 5'9" but 260? Muscly with a beer belly. I was slowly betting a quarter a play on the slot machines while chatting with Ted. At some point another guy came by and chatted with Ted. They whispered to one another and laughed. I felt like awkward and laser focused on my dumb gambling machine. Suddenly I realized Ted was addressing me. "...Hello!" "Oh sorry I was spaced out." Ted's friend was looking at me expectantly. I stuck out my hand, "Hey I'm ____" He pumped my arm and introduced himself. I immediately forgot his name. A generic name for a generic dude, lol. "OK don't lose your phone this time!" Ted roared with laughter. Whoever smirked and walked off. I realized, somehow for the first time, that Ted was gay. "So is that your?" "...oh ____?" Of course. "But don't worry, he was just letting me know he made plans for tonight." Ted looked me in the eye and then laughed again. I laughed weakly and pushed the gambling button again. I awkwardly tried to make small talk and quickly drank my beer. Ted helped me get another one. He and the waitress shared a laugh about something I didn't catch. "So you're straight?" "Oh yeah. Actually me and my wife are here celebrating our first anniversary." "Congrats!" he put a hand directly on my crotch, correctly predicting that my cock was hard. Ted was serious for the first time "Where is she?" "Oh well uh we actually had champagne for the first time and I guess it was too much for her so I just came down here for a minute. I really should be going." "I'm sure she's fine. You can keep hanging out with me." "....I'm not gay!" He laughed hard. "Of course not! Talking to a gay person isn't gayis it?!" "Of course not!" I replied anxiously. His hand rubbed my now rock hard dick through my jeans. "Going up to a gay person's room isn't gay is it?" My cheeks must've been beet red. Sensing my hesitation Ted added "he won't be back tonight." ***** "Uhh uhh uh." Yes thrust into me. "Oh fuck yeah bitch! Take my load." He just came in me. Bare. I jerked my half-hard cock and while precum steamed out. I tried to squirm away but he pinned me down, pumping the rest of his seed into me.

For me it was sitting waiting for a train when i was about 17. This older guy was down the other end of the station and i could really sense his presence. He was cruising me; i just didn’t know the rules. He slowly got closer and closer, eventually sitting on the same bench as me. i was tingling all over, so nervous and turned on that i could barely breathe. Nothing happened. My train came and i got on, but i knew then that there was not way i’d be able to suppress my same-sex attraction . It was only a matter of time.

Chapter 2 He looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ I will be in here after hours. I suggest you work after hours and meet me in here, unless you want everyone to know what a fag you really are “. The Kid stayed later than normal and went to the restroom. No one was there so he did his business and stared to go out to collect his jacket and leave when the guy that grabbed his ass earlier came in and pushed him against the wall. He kissed the Kid and for the first time the Kid the Kid responded, and this time it was without that help of drugs in his system. This caught the Kid off guard and he didn’t know what to do except respond the guy’s advances. He kissed the guy back an da rush ran thru his entire body. His cock stared to get hard again. The guy was pressing against the Kid, pinning him against the wall and he felt the Kid’s cock stirring. He said “ I always wondered if you were gay like me “. He moved one oof his legs between the Kid’s couch and lifted up so that his thigh was pressing on the Kid’s groin. The Kid gasped and then moaned at the unexpected pressure. He started rocking his hips to get more of this great feeling. The Guy moved his leg away and asked the Kid “ do you have anything in you right now” ? The Kid wasn’t sure what he meant and said “ I don’t know “. The guy looked into the Kid’s eyes and said “ Nope, not yet anyway. You look stone sober “. The guy pushed the Kid down and told him to unbuckle his pants and get his cock out. The Kid hesitated and the guy pushed him down by the shoulders. The guy said “ You best get busy unless you want everyone to know what a sick fuck you are “. The Kid got the guys pants down and discover he was going camo. He Licked and stared sucking on the guy’s cock. It was a normal size but it was leaking precum very heavily. The Kid was doing his best on the guys cock, it was getting very hard and he hoped he would shoot soon. He didn’t like the taste of his cock or precum but he wanted this over soon. The Guy said “ Hey Kid “. With the cock still in his mouth he looked up and saw that the guy had his phone out and took a pic of him sucking on a cock. He stopped for a minute and the guy said “ This is to make sure you serve me when ever me or my buddies want some head or ass “. The Kid was shocked, was this not soon to be over, but he was going to eventually be passed around like a piece of meat. The guy grabbed the back of the Kid’s head and pushed his cock all the way in the Kid\s watering mouth. He said “ Get back to work, I’m not done with your mouth yet “. He started bobbing his head on the guy’s cock, trying his best get his to shoot. The Guy told him to lick his nuts and the Kid started licking his salty tasting balls and sucking on his sack. The Guy said “ Jesus, I knew you were going to be fun, but not this fun “. He followed with “ Someone took the time to teach you right “. The guy said we don’t have time but the next time we are together I am going to see if you Rim the as good as you suck. The Kid had a hold of the Guy’s butt cheeks and tried to work a finger in the guy ass, hoping it would trigger this guy’s orgasm. The Guy reached down and pulled the Kid’s hand back and said “ You’re not getting off that easy “. The Guy pushed his cock back in the Kid’s mouth and said “ You better get my cock real wet if you know what’s good for you”.

Part 9 Breathing heavily from the intense fuck I'd just given Ryan I pressed against his strong sweat-covered back, riding the high of the most enjoyable physical pleasures I'd ever known, reveling in the feel of my cock (still hard!!) inside his muscled chute coated with the warmth of my own cum spewed into him. But besides the physical sensations, I was aware of a different kind of reveling and enjoyment. A feeling, an attitude, bordering on getting turned on more and more by all the raw uninhibited mansex. Cheating on my wife but not just cheating like I know husbands do all the time, but cheating on her with other MEN and quickly feeling the need to have more of it. And more of the smoke - Tina, Drew had called it. It made all the dirty sex and unfaithfulness to my wedding vows somehow more exciting and seductive. And I had to admit I liked those thoughts and feelings! Starting to come down from my cum high I also became aware of another feeling that I was beginning to enjoy. The feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing teasingly across my sweaty pucker, along with the feel of his tongue, lips and teeth nipping at the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. I moaned, louder than I realized until after the fact, recognizing at the same instant that all 3 of us had lost ourselves in our own sex play and forgetting all about Drew temporarily. That thought had just crossed my mind when I heard, “Whoa! What do we have here?!”, Then, “Hey Daddy Justin. Looks like you've been having a fun time!” I lifted my head from Ryan's shoulder and opened my eyes. Standing right next to me was Drew. Still naked, still hard and still making me want him again. And holding a nicely loaded glass pipe and lighter in one hand. Before I could even gather my thoughts to say anything, Drew said, “Here Daddy have some more fuck smoke. I know you've already had some today if you're playing with these two pigs! Haha! And I know you want more. I remember how much you liked it last week at my place,” he said in a low sexy voice. He placed the stem between my lips and started heating the contents and I immediately started drawing in the thick white smoke without hesitation. The smoke and clouds that Drew had introduced me to a week ago I naturally connected in my mind to all the forbidden and “wrong” and exciting things I did with him then and that I had been doing with Ryan and Kevin today. I wanted as much of the smoke as I could get if it meant more of all the hot sex these studs had shown me so far. Keeping his eyes locked on mine as I continued inhaling, Drew spoke to Ryan, whose ass was still filled with my hard cock. “So, cuz, how'd you like getting fucked by my sexy Daddy Justin? Knows how to use an ass pretty good for a beginner doesn't he?” Drew smiled at me as he said the last words and I felt my cock twitch inside Ryan's wet hole. Ryan clamped his ass muscles tight around my cock as Drew put the pipe stem to his lips and lit it for him. After blowing out a huge white cloud Ryan said, “Aw hell yeah cuz! His cock is made for fucking ass! And he dumped a big load of his married cum in my guts! I could feel every shot!” Ryan looked at me and said seductively, “You can fuck me anytime you want to, daddy. And breed me every time.” Drew put the pipe back at my lips and smiled at me as he answered Ryan. “Tell me about it bro! He filled me up with THREE fucking loads last week and I felt all of them. Three hot thick loads of his daddy cheating married party cum!! It was fucking perfect!” Looking at Drew's face I exhaled a thick cloud of the sweet smoke directly at his hard dick and as if I'd done it all my life my mouth followed the path of the cloud and for the first time in a week I had Drew's wet steel-hard dick in my mouth again! I moaned in satisfaction as I tasted his flesh and juices once more. I felt Drew's fingers stroking my hair and the side of my face as he pushed himself deeper towards my throat. “Aw fuck yeah daddy! I fucking love your mouth! Suck my big hard dick daddy. You like sucking your son's cock? The cock that you make so hard for you by letting me know how much you want it?” Caught up in the moment and my mind and cock being led by the Tina, I didn't even give any thought to the subliminal manipulation Drew was working on my mind and life-long ideals of right and wrong and morality. My focus was totally on pleasing the young stud who now had his cock in my throat and who wanted to be my son. I would do whatever I could to please my sexy son. Sliding my mouth off of his spit-covered cock I looked into Drew's eyes. “Fuck yeah son! Daddy loves sucking and tasting my boy's meat and dick juices. I want to make you feel so so good son!” Kevin, who at some point during all this time had finally released his hold on me pulled my face toward his and wordlessly pressed his lips against mine, followed by his tongue and the lungful of the smoke he had obviously just inhaled. I sucked the smoke in hungrily, sucking on his tongue as we ground our hard cocks against each other. Breaking the sloppy kiss, my body and mind and dick at a height of excitement and lust I'd never reached before, I looked at the 3 spun naked masculine men around me and spoke in a voice thick with smoke and raw animal hunger. “Damn guys! You are the hottest sexiest and wildest I couldn't have even imagined! You make me want to do everything we can with each other. I want to make all of you feel as fucking good as you make me feel.” I stopped my gaze on Drew and reaching out to stroke his hard young cock I said, “And I want to please you son any way I can. Daddy wants to make his son feel better than he ever has.” Drew pulled me tight against his toned hard smooth flesh. I felt both of his strong hands grab my muscled butt and knead my asscheeks as he licked my lips. He pulled back from my face just enough to let us look into each other's eyes. His were dark and enticing and seemed to be filled with a burning need. “I know what would really make me feel better than anything else Daddy.” Playing with his hard nips I answered, “What son? Daddy wants you to have it.” I felt Drew's hands tighten their grip on my butt. “I want to fuck you Daddy. I want to be the one to take your virginity. I want you to feel the hard cock that you and mom made pushing inside your cherry married ass and hear you beg for your own son's cum. Will you do that for me Daddy? Please?!!” My cock throbbed almost to the point of hurting when he said this. Oh fuck! I said to myself. (to be continued)

I’m definitely a no hole refused top. I don’t need a pic, or your status, or age or anything. Just show me the hole and I’ll dump my seed in.

Part 7 Ryan was slamming his cock deep into my throat with every thrust. After gagging a few times at first my excitement and need took control and I found myself easily and eagerly taking the full length of his thick cock balls deep with no problem. There was a continual pooling of his precum on my tongue which I swallowed readily savoring the taste. As I gave my mouth and throat to Ryan's dick I felt Kevin's tongue giving my asshole pleasure I didn't know was possible. Every so often he would slap one of my cheeks hard making me moan around my mouthful of cock. Ryan kept up a running thread of dirty talk which served to make me hornier and desiring to give them all the pleasure I could as they were giving me. “Yeah man that's it!”, Ryan grunted. “Suck that cock man. Take every fucking inch in your throat. I love feeding my cock to a horny newbie especially a married one finding out how hot man to man sex is. Helping him cheat on his wife and making him let go and surrender to his needs. You need cock in your mouth don't you dude? You need a hot sexy fucker eating out your cheating manhole right?” He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tilted my head up to look at him. “Isn't that right you hot sexy pig? You need it huh?” In a hoarse voice I answered him, “Yes, yes I need it. I don't know why but I need it so much!” Ryan grinned at me darkly and asked, “What else do you need daddy? What do you want more of?” I wasn't sure what he meant and told him so. He rubbed his oozing cockhead over my cheeks and chin and said, “You need more of the fuck smoke don't you? You need to feel it letting you let go of all the restraints and questions and just indulge yourself in every hot dirty desire in your mind. All the cock and cum and sucking and fucking you can enjoy with other men. Without her ever knowing. Right?” I was stroking Ryan's magnificent cock and moaning as Kevin drilled hungrily into my fuckhole. “Yes that's right”, I panted. “I need more smoke. I need more cock and mansex. More of all of it”. Suddenly I realized Kevin was no longer rimming my hole at the same moment I saw him standing next to Ryan in front of me holding the pipe and lighter in his hand. Ryan pulled me up to a standing position. “And you're going to get what you need man. Starting with more smoke.” Kevin put the stem between my lips and flicked the lighter underneath the bowl which started filling up with that sweet white smoke. “Three big hits buddy,” Ryan instructed me. “Take 3 big ass hits for us then we'll have some fun.” I began inhaling taking the thick smoke into my lungs and body and brain. Before I exhaled the first hit I could sense a growing need to do things with these 2 naked hot men that I would never have dreamed of just a week ago. And I welcomed the feeling. I was ready to go where it led. As I started to inhale my next hit I felt my hard-as-rock cock enveloped in a wet warmth and saw Ryan on his knees with my cock balls deep in his mouth. Damn that looked so fucking sexy, my cock between his lips. I continued inhaling the smoke and heard Kevin say, “Yeah he's a great cocksucker man. And he loves having his face full of cock. He sucks cock as good as he fucks ass,” He saw my eyes widen when he said that, reminding me that Ryan had fucked Kevin's ass earlier and I had eaten some of his cum from Kevin's hole. Kevin grinned. “Yeah man I love the way his cock feels pounding in and out of my ass, his balls slapping my asscheeks. And when he cums I can feel every spurt and every rope of his cum blasting into me. It's incredible man! Have you been fucked Justin?” I blew out an even bigger cloud than before and could feel what I can only describe as something like an electric current running throughout my body and in my head. “No. No,” I answered. “I'd never had sex with anyone besides my wife until last week. And I fucked him but no, I didn't get fucked.” “One more guy,” Kevin said holding the flame under the bowl again. I started drawing the drug into my mouth and lungs once again and heard Kevin say, “You don't know what you're missing buddy. It feels so so good having your cock buried deep inside another guy's tight hole and you know that after fucking the guy last week. But I'm telling you feeling a dick filling up your hole and fucking it til he cums is abso-fucking-lutely amazing!!” I blew out the cloud and looked at Kevin as his words drew me in. “Didn't it hurt when you got fucked the first time?” Deep inside my head, a small area maybe where the smoke hadn't taken complete control yet, I couldn't believe I was standing here naked with 2 naked men talking about getting fucked. But this thought was pretty deep and the smoke was obscuring it. Kevin kept his eyes on me as he sucked a lungful from the glass pipe. Not saying a word, when he lowered the pipe he leaned toward me and I automatically leaned toward him and felt his lips and tongue then felt the swirling smoke as he breathed it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked it in wanting more of the awesome feeling I was getting from each puff, each cloud. We broke our lip-lock and Kevin grinned and said, “Yeah it hurts like a fucking bitch! But not for long. And once the pleasure hits you forget all about any pain. The pain is worth it for how good it feels having a cock in your hole!” I was thrusting harder into Ryan's slurping talented throat conscious only of how good everything felt that he and Kevin and Drew had shown me so far. Could there be even more sweet pleasure doing more? “You're right it felt better than anything I've ever felt when I fucked his ass. And Drew obviously loved getting fucked. He kept begging for it”. A look crossed briefly over Kevin's face at the same time Ryan pulled off of my cock. I looked down at him and saw a mischievous smile on his full wet lips. “Drew? Is that the name of the guy you met last week and fucked and got high with?” “Yeah,” I answered. “It is. Do you guys know him?” Ryan stood up and gave me a deep kiss. Ending the kiss he grinned at me and said, “Oh yeah we know him all right. He's my cousin dude! And today has just gotten better for all of us!” (more on the way)

The term that comes to mind is "fuck any hole". I want to say I'm not into that right now, but if I'm gonna be honest about it, anyone can suck me, and anyone who sucks me is likely to make me want to fuck them. It's not out of desperation, though, as much as convenience. Picking the easiest fuck, not necessarily the best fuck. It's like this: there's a ass that could be fucked, and I'd rather be fucking ass than not fucking ass, so I'll fuck it.

Like any advice all of it comes from a perspective tempered by experience so take from it what you will. First off, and I truly believe this, if you are unsure then its probably not for you right now. Being nervous is understandable; not only is being intimate with strangers inherently risky for many health reasons, it can also be simply dangerous. That said I have only been truly uncomfortable with situations on a couple of occasions. Secondly, if you are serious about enjoying casual anonymous sex get on prep. Obviously that one is upto you but if you are taking loads then you will end up getting more than just cum in you. How you deal with that is your choice. Lastly, when you are sure, enjoy it. Go to a club, bathhouse or cruising ground and offer yourself up. You might not always get everything you want but every chance not taken fails. There is always someone who wants to unload in a willing hole.

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

My boyfriend, Jon and I had been a couple for almost three months. We were close, spending almost every night of the week sleeping over at one or the other's house, having a decent sex life that involved me breeding his tight hole at least three times a week. We had barebacked since our first time meeting. In fact I breed him three times on our first date, which lasted six or so hours. I enjoyed our time together and we got along well. The only problem for me in the relationship was that he was a strict bottom. Jon claimed to be vers/bottom, but he was not. The one time we tried him topping nothing happened. This was my problem, I am vers/top but I get cravings for raw cock in my ass from time to time. After three months of not getting any cum in my hole I was getting antsy. I knew Jon was not open to a third or an open relationship; it was a nonstarter with him. I wanted to be good and not cheat, so I suffered. That is until I came over to Jon’s house right after work one day. I arrived an hour and a half before Jon got home from work as I planned on making dinner and/or hanging-out with Adam, Jon's brother, who shared the house with Jon. Adam was about three years older than I, and was a hottie, standing 6’ 1", with a chiseled frame from his days in the army, sexy smile and a big bulge. I had had a bit of a crush since I meet him but I knew he was straight. In addition I was being good so no point in pursuing it. Well, that was until this particular day when I got to their house early. As I walked in the door Adam was completely naked on the sofa with a raging 8.5 inch hard and thick cock pointed straight at me. There was straight porn on the tv and he was mid-stroke. We both froze, having the look of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights. His was the look of shock, whereas I was stunned by the sight of such a perfect cock. I was the first to regain my senses and decided in a split decision to take advantage and get my itch for cock and cum in my ass taken care off. As he sat there froze, I walked across the room and without a word lowered to my knees and looking him in the eye took his throbbing cock in my hand. I was taking a chance and risking he would beat me up. I knew he was girlfriendless and hadn’t got laid in a while so I figured it was my opening. Since all he did was look back at me for a second then went back to the TV I took it as my key to continue jerking him. He stayed hard as a rock. After a few minutes of me jerking his hard cock I moved my mouth to his perfectly round and full balls and started to lick, kiss and suck them as I jerked him off. I continued to suck and worship his balls and jerk his cock and was rewarded with a series of moans from Adam. I took his moans as a sign to move forward and moved my mouth onto his cock head. I started slow blowing his big pole. Taking inch by inch of his big fat cock until I took all 8.5 inches in my throat. When I hit bottom he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He then proceeded to face fuck me long hard and deep only giving me time to breath when absolutely necessary. His thrust and moans told me he was really into it. He began to tell me to “suck that cock boy," and “choke on it.” He was definitely excited and rock hard. I was working out a way of getting my hole on his cock in my head but I was surprised when he told me in his rough voice "Get the lube and bend of the sofa," adding "I'm gonna pound your ass and make it mine! You'll need lube 'cause I'm a rough fucker.” I stripped, lubed my ass, and also lubed his cock. Just like a straight guy he shoved all his big fat cock in my in one thrust! It made me almost cry, but to his credit he held it there and let me get use to it. It started to feel good, really good. He started slow but very quickly picked up speed and depth. Soon he was pounding me hard long and deep. He continued to fuck my raw ass in this position for 20 minutes and then he grunted and flooded my hole. I thought he was done but he pulled out and told me to get on my back. He was semi-hard but he presented me his cock to suck and clean, which I gladly did. As I did so he got harder and then pushed up my legs and plowed into my raw hole again. He was not gentle this time and did not give me time to re-adjust. He went back to hard pounding and deep fucking. He showed no mercy for 30 minutes until he dumped his second load in my ass. The best to fucks and loads of my life. He pulled out and shoved his fat cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off. Then he said thanks and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up a bit. Just as I was finishing up cleaning Jon walked in and kissed me while my breath still smelled of Adam's cum. It was very hot! Adam breed me at least once a week for the next nine months during which Jon and I dated, and fortunately Jon never found out, making it all the hotter! Note: This story is completely fiction.

It was the evening of December 21st and very snowy. I was 24 and horny. I thought I'd celebrate the Winter Solstice with some Pagan fucking. I found a hot profile of a safe sex 50ish daddy type that was horny too. We chatted for a brief time about the details of our soon to be sexual encounter. Before long, I was on the train north. I would be there in 20 minutes. I got off at Granville and walked the few blocks to his building on Glenlake. It was next to the EL tracks. I buzzed the door and was let up. I was greeted at the apartment door by my safe sex daddy. He looked exactly like his profile pics. He waved me into the apartment. The only illumination was the red glow from the tree across the room. It was a warm incandescent glow and not the cold light of LEDs. We moved to the kitchen counter where there was a joint and two whisky shots. He picked up the joint lit it. He took a big drag. He held it as he closed the distance between us. He moved towards my mouth for a shotgun. I quickly exhaled in preparation. He put his lips lightly against mine and proceeded to exhale. I held his smoke and held it for as long as i could as he began to kiss me. It was nice. He backed away and handed me the whisky shot. I was reluctant but I acquiesced. It burned going down as whisky often does. He wasn't much of a talker. We went back to shotgunning back and forth until the last of the joint was just a tiny roach. It was excellent pot. I was fucking stoned out of my mind. We started to undress right there in the living room. I stripped down to my jock. He motioned to the floor in front of a big floor to ceiling window that looked out to the red line trains moving north and south. Seems like he might enjoy an audience. It sounded hot to me, I love having an audience I was really getting hit hard by the pot and whiskey. So much so that I was a little dizzy. That was out the ordinary for me for smoking and one drink. I had a brief thought that there might have been more in the whiskey than I realized when he pushed me down on my shoulders. The thought was gone once his dick was in my face. It was a handsome dick. It smelled musky good. He probably took a shower that morning but nothing since. Such a great smell. I took his semi into my mouth, and he grew to a fairly thick seven and a half inches or so. As I was sucking, his finger closed my nostril and poppers appeared at my nose. I automatically inhaled deeply one side and repeated that action on the other. I was now flying. I took his cock to the root. Poppers make me want to have a dick all the way down my throat. So I made that happen. I massaged his dick with my throat muscles to my best ability. Any time I needed air, I forced his dick deeper. It tasted so good. Finally, I had to breathe. I released his dick and tasted oxygen again. He squatted and pushed me onto my butt. The poppers reappeared. One side and then the other. I reclined to my elbows while riding the hit. His unlubed fingers were up inside my butthole. He was a bit forceful, but it paired nicely with the poppers and the high. I was really beginning to have trouble knowing where I was and what happening at this point. He was now talking about how good I must be feeling, and I was. I just felt like one sexual nerve ending that was on fire. More poppers and my legs were lifted to his shoulders. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed forward with no warning. It was fast and steady to the hilt. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Between the pot, the popper hits, the oxygen deprivation from the long deep throating and whatever else was probably in my shot I was losing momentary grip on my reality and faculties. What I did know, was that it hurt so good. He held his dick at the deepest in before he began to saw in and out. Then he began talking. "Your hole feels so good. So warm and tight." He kept long dicking me. "Your hole is sliding along the skin of my bare cock. I'd bet you like that don't you. That's what you really want." Somewhere in the recesses of my mind there was the words 'condom' and 'safe sex', but he was right. It felt fantastic. I tried to talk back but I couldn't form any coherent words. He chuckled and kept fucking. The poppers hit my nose. I finally thought I saw him use the poppers for himself. He asked "Where do you I want it?" I still couldn't form words to speak. He was supposed to cum inside a condom, not me. I couldn't get words out. He then said "I am going to breed you." His pace increase furiously and he shot his load deep inside me. He eventually pulled out. I looked at him. His cock was cummy. I wanted to be pissed, but I couldn't will the anger forth because of my state. He looked up to my right and I was able to follow his gaze. I then registered that there was another man standing right next to us. I had no idea how long he had been there. I thought we were alone. There had been no mention of a third person. He was very thin and haggard looking, but with what seemed to be a very large dick. Before I could take in any more of him, the poppers were back at my nose. That's what I needed at that moment. Daddy crawled up and over my body, and proceeded to push his cummy cock into my mouth. My legs were lifted up at the same time. Swiftly, the very large cock of the new haggard man entered me. I screamed but daddy's dick was as far down my throat and I only made a muted humming noise. I was being reamed a both ends. I was seeing stars. I was close to passing out, maybe I already had a time or two. Daddy finally pulled out. I tasted throat mucus, cum and pennies. I was now staring into the eyes of the new haggard man. He was plowing me roughly. I could feel how big his dick was. I was loving it. The feeling was bliss. He talked but I was in no way able to comprehend has words. They were jumbled up with the poppers, seeing stars and the ecstasy coming from my ass. I had no idea how long this was going on. It seemed like forever though. Haggard man was increasing his fuck speed and his mouth was moving. I think he was talking to me, but I didn't understand. There was more poppers for me and for haggard too. Within seconds, his face began to contort as he slammed deep into me. Again and again and again. Rope after rope after rope of his cum shot as deep as anything has ever shot inside me. The moment was magnificent sexual explosion. He fell down on me seemingly satisfied. He lay on my chest all hot and dripping sweat. He moved his mouth to mine and raped my mouth with his own. He finally stopped and lifted himself up. My eyes followed his gaunt sweaty red face and then he crawled up over my body just like daddy had done. I got another poppering just before haggard's dick entered my mouth. He reached further down than daddy could. As he was, I was rapidly running out of air. Even with my eyes open, I was seeing stars again. I was also seeing a large biohazard symbol right in front of my eyes. I didn't think about it. It was just there. Haggard pulls out slowly. The taste of throat mucus, cum and pennies return. He leans down to my face and says "You're Welcome." I don't remember dressing. I do vaguely remember going down stairs, cold and snow, the roar of trains overhead and a door slamming behind me. I do not know how I got home, but I did. The next morning I awoke on my couch in all my clothes. My butthole was sore but felt good. I stood and pulled down my pants and jock. It was a pink cummy mess.

FUCK! I have been WHAMMED every day till now! You know what I'm talking about...

I said it before and I'll say it again, as long as you fuck raw you are welcome here. Condoms are not welcome in this community. Men who fuck raw are welcome. If you're FTM and you fuck raw, welcome to the party. Bring everything about yourself and we'll have fun together. As long as it's bareback.

Okay so... much of what I wanted to say has been covered. There are some super insightful people here. I'm going to approach this my way though. Are you Doomed? in a word, yes. You are playing with fire and to quote Madonna "Once you put your hand in the flame, it can never be the same." You've been aware of the rules. You were conditioned to understand that "The only purpose for sex is the biological procreation of heterosexual couples. HIV had been around sicsvthe 1920's. that's100 years ago, but as we march into 2023, "Gay Cancer" is just 40 years old. Whether you're old enough to have lived through the horror of the 80's the indifference that turned into awareness of the 90's or the innovations of the modern age, you know how to stay safe. And HIV isn't the only danger out there for a gay man. But, the thing is... you don't want safety, not really. You like the Danger and that spells DOOM for your perception of yourself. You have to come to terms with the thick hard facts that are drilling you deep. The person you struggled to see yourself as isn't who you are. Only you can Decide this Only you can Choose the risks. Just remember, you can't choose the consequences. those you have to take as you find them So annoying exploring the self you've been suppressing or not "Either way, its o.k., you wake up with yourself." - Billy Joel

I agree with others - you were right to tell the truth. It's the right thing to do - and much better from his point of view than the one he had feared. Anyone who bb's knows there's a risk. Your answer - at least to anyone rational - puts his risk with you as low as its ever realistically likely to be. It's not just about the answer but also about whether the answer given is true. The problem is we are not really at our best when sexual desire tells us to do one thing, and fear tells us that death and disgrace will follow immediately if we do. Regular fucks may vanish for no reason - or pop up again - regardless of anything we say or do. I remember there was one guy I would regularly meet for a suck - never more. That was fine with me - he seemed clearly the condom type, and I suspect I just as clearly bb. He was a nice guy - someone I'd known for years and sucked on countless occasions, and by the end, I saw him as much as a friend as a FB. Then one time - to surprise and delight - he decided to fuck me, bb. Only after that he never wanted to see me again - not even to suck. We did eventually arrange a (brief and slightly awkward) meet for a chat - which didn't shed much light on things. My guess is that he knew that if I let him fuck me, bb, he knew I would let others do it too. Allowing him to fuck me turned him on at the time, but it also made me seem too much of a risk. A far more rational approach - would have been to ask about my status and bb at the very outset and make a decision accordingly rather than trying to piece things together in this way. But neither his reasons for starting - nor his decision to stop was remotely rational it was never very likely. As I say, he was a nice guy. He knew his reaction was both irrational and unfair. And that made him feel bad. But it wasn't going to change how he felt. Or another time, a guy responded to my CL post looking to be fucked, bb and anon. Only he said it couldn't be truly anon because he knew me. I asked if he wanted to fuck even so. (Sightly disingenuously - if it had freaked him out that he knew me, he would have gone quiet; if he was still sending me messages, it he clearly still wanted to fuck). His reply duly confirmed this, so I went to his place, put on the blindfold and got fucked. Only as soon as he had cum, he starts lecturing me on how dangerous and wrong it was to get bb fucks from strangers. Anyone remotely rational would see that the fuck and the bollocking were alternatives. He could do either - but choosing one did realistically rule out the other. They would also skip the lecture. Even if it were true, he would seem in an exceptionally poor position to give it - not just because it was his cum dripping from my hole - but also because I was in an open relationship, and he was not. But as it wasn't rational, there was no point. His views on filthy sluts varied wildly according to mood. Now they seemed irresponsible and diseased - but when he was back in the mood, they would still be who he wanted to fuck. So I nodded and tried to look serious as if I thought the same - and if his cum in my hole filled me with concern, not delight. As everyone has said, this isn't about you. Nor is there any reason to think any answer would have had a different result. Trying to guess what lie might have "worked" and giving it seems as pointless as it is wrong. He is also (probably) slightly more likely to change his mind if his fear comes from the truth you told him, not the comfort of the "right" answer combined with a fear that it might not be true.

Same here. If I wanted pussy or cunt, I'd be fucking women. I fuck man ass.

I'm QUEER, but I'm 100% male...if you refer to me in female terms, you WILL be dismissed!

It’s 15 cash and they have a 5 dollar off coupon on their website that you can print out. Fairtheater.com Btw it’s a great place to spend some time as it’s really an old movie theater in the main part and that okay all sorts of regular movies. I went on a Saturday once and caught Jaws when there was a lull in my load taking lol.

Very hot story. Hope it continues and hope you share some of your real experiences too.

Chapter Nine; Driven to my destiny. He withdrew from my trashed guts and we went upstairs where I clothed myself over my Leather Bar attire, and left. He was okay dressed as he was in his collared top, rubber braces, bleachers, and 20 hole boots. A few minute walk and we were in his car that was parked in a secluded side street. - In you get pig. I got into the passenger's seat, he got into the driver's seat, and with both doors closed he locked us in. - C'mon, take your boots and trackie bottoms off. And whilst you are there take off your jockstrap too. - But my cunt is loaded and leaking with cum, Sir, I don't want to make a mess of your car. - Don't worry pig, the seats are leather so any mess your cunt makes will easily clean up. I did as I was told to, and there I sat, completely naked waist down, and I could tell I was already leaking heavily anon cum onto the car seat. He made it so the passenger seat went from the sitting position into the laying down position. He then leaned over and placed a palm on each of my inner knees and firmly pushed my legs apart. I found myself now lying down, having my legs pushed open wide, and locked in this evil fucker's car, at his complete mercy. My legs would carry me, but he had me trapped via my mind. - Go on, spread them, open up those legs, show me that cunt ... Come on, push out that cunt, push it all the way out, that's it, come on, flop it out... I pushed and before I knew it my well trained full prolapse was flopped out on his car seat. One hand remained on one of my thighs as it firmly rubbed up and down my quad all the while pushing one leg open to make sure I knew to keep spread wide open. - How on Earth you are still neg with a beautiful nasty cunt like that is beyond me. So, you are aching for a mega charged blood slam is that it? Bet you don't know what my viral load was when we met nine months ago!? - I have never been blood slammed before Sir, only slammed with meth. I remember Matty telling me at the time what your viral load was. Wasn't it eight million and something? - Impressive, you are very close with that number. Good memory. It was was eight Million and seven hundred and seventy three thousand nine months ago. It is now a littler over four and a half times that now! - What the fuck, I mean, I can't, I can't... - Go on. You want to say you cannot go through with this anymore? - No, I mean, I cannot even work out what that works out to be now. - Let me help you out pig. As of last week it now stands at a mega charged up count of thirty fucking nine million and four hundred and seventy fucking nine thousand!!! - Oh my fucking G... How is that even possible? - Oh, it's possible alright pig when you are a blood slamming junkie like me. I've a right taste for it this last year. Can't get enough. Love to swap with my poz broThers. ☣️ He stuck a four fingers up inside my inside out cunt and leaned in closer, and quietly yet firmly asked... - Ever taken a psychedelic sedative before pig? I looked down at my cummy battered flopped out prolapse-cunt with his four fingers firmly jabbing in, then I looked up at him and into his alpha eyes that told me that he already owned me, and I started to shake, all because I could not believe after the major disappointment earlier today that Sir Bill had not knocked me up I was now held captive by a real nasty fucker that could guarantee to give me what I craved and so much more... - No Sir, only weed and meth. - Fancy trying out a psychedelic sedative? You will with my company have the most intense wildest trip as I take you from being neg to p☢️z. How about it? - Okay. - Right, let's go to my basement demon dungeon and fuck you up with some real nasty dark play. Whist I drive you can be a good nasty pig for me and play with your cunt on the way. He started the car and off we went for the half hour drive out of town and into the country. He lived alone with no neighbours, the nearest one being a mile away from him, so he was very secluded. He remained silent for the first half of the journey then he broke the silence if you exclude the groans of pleasure I was making as I played with my inside out cunt. - So pig, just so we have it on record for the universe, you are without any doubt you want me to knock you up from being HIV negative to HIV positive? You are absolutely certain you want me to change your very essence? Because let me tell you right now, once we arrived outside of my house at the end of my long drive way and I switch the car engine off then that is it, there is no going back until you have got what you came for, we will NOT be turning around. As long as the engine is still running you can change your mind. Once it goes off you WILL be leaving with my corrupt DNA flowing through your veins, and your negative test from today will show up as poz in about one month's time. So, you really want to be infected with HIV? He said all of that calmly, firmly, and as a matter of fact, all of which caused me to stop fingering my inside out cunt and to instead rub over the outside of my meaty prolapse and caused me to experience something I had never experienced before, surges of electric jolts through my entire being. His last sentence caused me to shudder and groan very loudly as my head flopped back and my eyes closing tight shut... - Oh fucking HELL ... Ugh, umph *pant pant* fucking HELL, fucking HELL, what is happening ... *pant pant* My alpha skinhead laughed... - I take that as a big fat YES! We pulled into the beginning of the gravel driveway to his house, and I do not know what made me look back but I did, and when I did I saw two big black gates slowly close until we were secured in. Nothing getting in or out. He drove the final half minute or so then parked the car. With the engine still running he commanded that I look at him into his eyes which I did. He stared right back and gave me a look I had not seen in him before, an intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare. As the engine continued to run so did his intense, sinister, dark, and cold stare continue to bore into me. He had his hand on the ignition, and then ... the engine went OFF! He gave me an unnerving smile. - You can forget me calling you pig anymore, so get out of my car fAGGOT, take your top off so you are completely naked, make sure your cunt remains flopped out, and then I want you to place your hands on that tree over there and stand with your torso at a right angle to the tree and arch out that sexy ASS of yours. C'MON, we haven't got all day. And give me your phone. I gave him my phone, got out of the car and got into position as was instructed and stood there waiting for the next command or to see what would happen next. It was a lovely sunny day so I was lovely and warm in my complete naked state. As I waited my captor got himself naked too with the exception of his 20 hole red laced boots, and an executioner hood that he had just put on. He came up behind me, lifted my prolapse up and slid in the first 3" of his monster fuck weapon. Only another 10" to go until he would be balls deep. And in the blink of an eye he was just that, balls deep, pushing my prolapse back inside of me again. Tightening his grip on my hips he started to fuck me with long, and slow, yet very HARD strokes. - Oh fuck YES. Even though you have the loosest cunt I have ever experienced my 10mm PA with spiked balls are clearly digging into you, as my dangerous and hazardous fuck tool already has patches of your neg cunt blood coating it. Fuck YEAH. Hail to my Dark Master. Suddenly a strong breeze picked up and the sky filled up with angry black clouds, and it very quickly started to rain with the strong breeze causing the rain to crash down onto my naked body. It was still warm, but now dark and wet. Ronald didn't stop for us to go indoors, he just continued on fucking whilst laughing into the current tropical air. - Oh FUUUUUCCK YEEES. Hail to my Dark Master. This nasty cunt has made it clear what he wants, so then fucking let him have it. C'MON fAGGOT, tell me and my Dark Master explicitly what it is you want. And from now on you address me as Master too. Before I answered he withdrew his mega charged up fuck weapon that was now fully erect and throbbing with it's excitement of exerting control over me and with firm control held the head of his Dick inside me, just the 10mm spiked PA and his Dick glans being caressed my by inviting cunt. - Knock me up my MASTER. Take me from being neg to a poz status. Turn me into a HIV positive cum-dump. Give me your strains. No sooner had I said the word ''strains'' he slammed into me with such force he grunted wildly and caused me to grunt and jolt forward. As he slowly withdrew he said... - My strains huh. What a nasty cunt! Once again he slammed into me with a great force that he once again grunted wildly, and once again caused me to grunt and jolt forward too. This went on for several minutes until the windy rain storm passed and it was dry and sunny again. - C'MON, let's have some real fucked up fun. We went indoors where I was made to kneel facing the door that led down to the demon dungeon and was instructed to wait until my Master was ready. He walked down the steps in nothing but his red laced 20 hole boots and the executioner hood. Once at the bottom of the steps he turned left and out of sight. With the door on the ground level where I knelt wide open I could hear and see flickering bright lights appearing from the depths of this basement. I wonder what he was doing.

Thanks for your input. Alongside the 9 react pig emojis (I told myself to get 10 to continue on with the story) do I count yours too? Nate's future hangs precariously in the balance! ☣️ And no one voted for ''run home'' either. 😈 GREAT to see you @bottomguy69 and @TaKinGDeePanal loitering around. I do think of you pigs from time to time.

Nah... i think You are right to live honestly. Sex is one of the most intimate connections two people can have, lying about who and how You are takes that element away. This guy is now having to face who and how he is and decide if he wants reality and honesty or some Disney notion. Risk is part of the equation of human connection, denying that or lying about it doesn't make it less so. i would not rule him out yet. he may just be facing reality for the first time and wrestling with this. It's possible that he will end up missing and wanting what you two have and growing and changing as a result, becoming more honest and real vs living and acting in denial about the risks involved in living as a man with his particular needs and wants.

Part 2 - The Build Up After the initial chat we stay in touch nearly every day, mostly exchanging pics and details of the party. In one exchange I ask about their preference for jocks / thongs and he states that I can wear whatever I want up to the house, and just before their friends arrive, but that I will want to be naked most of the evening so don’t worry. They have a house in south London and they plan to want me to stay the whole weekend. I ask about their friends but he tells me I don’t need to worry, that I’ll like them. After that he texts almost immediately: “They like you, which is more important” Honestly, I loved hearing it and I think he knew it. I could almost hear him smiling. After that for the rest of the week he sends me a dick pic every morning - of him and John, always hard and every time programming my day ahead with horny thoughts. He also asks a lot about the cage - when I started experimenting, who’s got my keys, how long it’s been. He’s into it, but never seen a guy wear one outside of clubs. One of his friends, he says, will be seriously into it. Work is nuts the whole week and I blink and it’s Friday night - Kem texts me their address and timings and says: ‘We’re excited to get inside you - get prepped, but don’t play with your hole - that’s our job, ok’

I agree with Loveitraw. Assuming you're neg and want to remain neg, PrEP is the way to go. Don't forget that it won't prevent you from getting other STIs, but they're pretty much all treatable. For a long time, I avoided darkrooms, because my night vision has never been good and they've always made me nervous (the aspect of not being in control). Earlier this year I just decided I wanted to become a cumdump (or at least work on becoming one). My mental attitude changed dramatically, so now I'm really into sauna darkrooms. It's the best way to be in as much control as possible, while getting what I want - multiple raw cocks (and hopefully loads) up inside me. Don't rush things. Have a think and do what you want in your own time.

The next day, my arse was all puffy and swollen when I had a shower. As I came out, my mother was holding my underpants which were heavily stained at the back . "Are you ok?" She said. I blushed and nodded and she laughed. " Oh...I see. Well try and clean up a bit better after the next time!" I got dressed and went round to the sauna, letting myself in with the key Bill had given me. He wasn't at the desk, so I stripped off and lubed myself as usual, noticing how open I was and slipping a couple of fingers easily up myself which felt good. I wandered around picking up tissues and then I heard voices coming from the small yard at the back where we kept the rubbish bins. The back door was open, and Bill was talking to a couple of rough looking guys who were collecting the bins. They were both fat and middle-aged and drinking tea, so I guessed this was a regular stop for them. They were discussing football. "Terrible game, last night," said one of the men, spilling tea over his heavy beard and over his stained t-shirt. "Yeah, "Said Bill. "Not going to be a great season." I wasn't sure what to do, but Bill saw me with the waste bin and beckoned me outside. Although I was naked, I guessed it was ok. I stepped out and put the rubbish in one of the smelly bins. They ignored me and carried on talking about the game. "What we need is a new manager" Said Bill. As he spoke, he grabbed my arm and pulled me face down over a dustbin. I heard the men cackle with laughter, and a thick, rough forefinger ploughed up my bum. "Need a whole new team more like!" I heard one of them say. " Mind if i get a bit?" "Help yourself" Said Bill. I heard the sound of a zip being drawn down, then there was a smell of rotting rubbish as the man got behind me. I felt his stubby cock probe my hole, and then he slid up me with a satisfied grunt and began to thrust, his jeans scratching my bare cheeks. Bill and the other guy watched me being fucked, all the time talking about their team and what the next game might be like. The man in me worked to a climax, grunting softly as his cock swelled and spurted up my rectum. "Tha's better!" He gasped as he slid out and Bill offered him a dirty rag to wipe his slimey cock. "Climb on if you want to, Harry" He said. "We'd best be going soon." Harry was wearing overalls which he unclipped and let fall. He was naked beneath. His long, thin cock sprang up below a flabby, hairy body as he waddled behind me. His hand steadied my arse, then he slid up me in one delicious stroke and began to fuck urgenlty and fast. Bill and the other guy finished pulling the bins together as Harry reached his climax, giving a satisfied sigh as he emptied up inside me. Then he pulled out, pulled up his overalls and they began to move the bins out. "Wait a minute," said Bill. He picked up the rag and tenderly wiped my bum clean, then tossed it into the refuse. "Cheers lads. See you next week." He said. Without a backward glance at my naked body, they waved and closed the gate behind them. Bill turned to me. "Get up, Timmy" He said, "The regulars will be here soon and want their oats!" Then he laughed and I followed him inside...

He started to slide his cock deliciously in and out of me, taking his time as he enjoyed the feel of my cummy arsehole around his cock. "Mmmm....darling!" he gasped. " you have a sexy pussy!" The other man got off the sofa and headed out. "See you two lovebirds later!" He laughed. "Knock him up good, Terry!" Terry chuckled as the man left and whispered in my ear. " Is that what you want, baby? Do you want daddy's nasty sperm in you? Do you want my baby?" I was gasping with pleasure as I knelt on the old sofa, arse up, being fucked by this sagging old man. But his cock felt so good, and I was so high with the sleaziiness of it, I could only nod my head and say "Yes...breed me!" He sighed happily. "Good boy!." Then he thrust faster in and out until his cock was like a rod of iron in me "Here it comes!" He gasped and I felt his cock throb and throb, knowing with each contraction his toxic sperm was spurting into me. After a few moments, he stopped moving and lay heavily on my back. I could feel his ribs and his heart pounding. "Oh yes...you're all wet with my spunk now. Let's give it a chance to take, shall we?" He lay on me like an old pig. It was quiet and still as the others had left, and I could hear the clock ticking and smell the body odour on the sofa back beneath my chin. Eventually, his cock softened to the point where my hole expelled it with a soft hiss and he got heavily to his feet and slapped my bum. "There you go, son. Hope you enjoyed getting pregnant with me. See you later" Then he was gone and I was alone in that filthy room, sperm dripping out of me, wondering what the hell I'd done. And yet, my cock was rock hard and I was as excited as I've ever been. There was a noise in the door way and the thin, veiny man called Arthur who'd used me to get off came in and gave a dirty laugh. "Fuckin' hell! Look at you!" He laughed as I got to my feet, erection standing out with a drool of pre-cum hanging from the tip. "Bet you didn't expect this, did yer? Bet you didn't plan to go home well and truly pozzed?" I shook my head and blushed, "I'm so ashamed of myself, I shouldn't have done it" I said. But my hard-on showed a different story and he just leered at me "I think you knew what you were doing. You're just a filthy bastard like the rest of us." He turned, knelt on the sofa and spread his sagging, wrinkled buttocks revealing a puffy, slack brown hole glistening with lube. "C'mon," He said. "Give me your last neg load. This is what your arse is going to look like one day" He wriggled it obscenely at me. I couldn't resist. My heart was pounding and I knew now what I was. I got behind him, pressed my cock into his puffy lips and slid up him as Bill appeared again with his rubbish bag to empty the bin. He watched me fucking the wasted old body for a minute or two, then came and slipped his hand under my buttocks and squeezed my balls and fingered my cock were it entered the slimey hole. "That's it" He said. " Don't be shy. Shoot up him like his wants." He suddenly thrust his forefinger into Arthur along side my cock and I gasped with pleasure, feeling the orgasm approaching "C...cumimg! I gasped "Ooh, lovely! I can feel it shooting around my finger" Arthur was laughing as he took my load "Git your fucking finger out you dirty sod!" Bill did what he was told and winked at me as he licked the cum and juices from his forefinger. "Nice. " He said. " Sweet. And your last neg load. I know they've all fucked you. Welcome to our little club!"

I had a FB (before I moved), who loved open hole. He seemed to love opening a hole more than he liked to breed it. Actually, what he really liked was to breed a very opened hole. His favorite way to find me was blindfolded and face down on my bed, naked and ass up. He'd spend lots of time alternating between fucking, fingering, eating and using toys on my hole. He was so slow and purposeful about his technique that I often couldn't tell how far he had gotten me. One time he spent a lot of time eating me and using toys and his hand. Before he left, I heard a "click" and later on he sent me a picture of my hole rose budded. I didn't even realize he had done it he had me so worked and excited and relaxed at the same time. He told me that when he was eating my hole, he was actually sucking on it so he could make it a rosebud. once he got it like that, it was his favorite type of hole to breed, so he bred it then snapped a picture for his trophy case. the whole idea of him doing that was a huge turn on for me, I miss him.

Ram's Training Begins. After chatting and flirting and chatting somemore. I convinced Ram that he'd eventually need personal training session. By now, Joseph new well of me and the three of us had chatted online but i kept my focus on Ram. I ignored Joseph which I new was bothering him as I paid more attention to Ram. On two occasions, Ram mentioned that they had had discussions about me and how we flirted, but I would also give Joseph just a little attention so Ram could use that as leverage in those fights. Ram knew quite well that our flirting was getting heavy. He would send me progress pics of himself and i'd make comments that would get his faithful boner hard and he'd have to ask me to stop. To which I apologized and then wouldn't speak to him for a few days, even if he wanted me to. It was a long game but the goal of making him want to cheat. beg to cheat and even more beg to be pozzed repeatedly was well worth it. I learned that both Ram and Joseph were very much vers, and worked my way to the point that Ram felt comfortable talking about sex. we joked about dick size and how Joseph was more of a bottom than Ram and even a bit of a size queen. Ram was more causal but happy to have pride in his thick 7.5 incher. When I had told him about the size of my cock he couldn't help but exlaim during one of our late night chatting sessions. 9.2x6.1?! how the hell do you know that specifically?! boys like to measure. i guess it makes them feel accomplished I mused. here take a look > Holy fucking shit don't send me stuff like that! Ram typed hysterically i could only imagine It's just a dick If joseph saw that he's gonna get pissed. haha, you boys need to chill i'm not gonna fuck either one of you you know you want to You boys are cute, but i'm poz. There was a long pause. several times the ellipses lit up showing he was trying to think of what to say. Man...I'm sorry? For what? I'm proud to be. Really??? Its a rush to know you're completely free. You don't have to worry about it anymore, and also when you find a guy who knows and wants you too. the rush of raw fucking is even more amazing. Wow... you fuck raw?! Yes of course I have meds so its "safe" unless I get off of them. I only fuck raw. That's kind of scary man... Its the hottest sex ever Rambo We never fuck raw...well thats a lie, lol sometimes we do but... You love it raw, don't you boy? hahaha yeah i do... Slowly I planted the seed in his brain that raw seed was what he needed and wanted. Then after more chatting and talking one night he texted me. Hey! big guy! what you doing? Nothing much boi, just here at home. cool...have you worked out already? not yet, was going to soon. cool...I was wondering if i could get that personal training session we talked about... Of course boy, you know I'll give you a good workout anytime haha don't say it like that grrrrr. lol Is joseph going to be joining us, so I know how much water and weights to set up. No...hes out of town with family for the weekend. that cool? of course rambo. He must of raced over or already have been near my place because he arrived within about five minutes. He was decked out in good looking under armor and I suspected he was also wearing some cologne. I opened the door wearing only workout shorts and good jockstrap. "I'll never get use to your body, man," he said as I led him to the garage gym. "You better. You're gonna be seeing a lot of it today." We laughed we joked we worked out. but the sexual tension was building and I loved it. I could feel with every rep I spotted him for the urge to touch the want to put his mouth on me. Creating the chemistry was just part of that fun building him up until he finally caved. We finished up and he laid down on one of the benches. I looked at him and rubbed his chest just once, saying "I'm fucking horny, Rambo." He laughed, then stopped and became serious. "You serious?" In reply I stripped off my shorts and tweaked my nipple. My cock began to grow until it was protruding out of my jock strap. His jaw dropped, so I pushed the envelope a step further saying "I'm gonna go inside and jackoff. You know the way out?" "Y-y-yeah...." "Cool, unless you wanna JO too...." " I should go...." "All right man, great workout," as I walked over and offered a fist bump. When he raised his hands he revealed his own tent in those under armor shorts. He blushed looking from me to my cock to his cock and back. "Jack off with me bro," I urged. "Man...I don't think I should." "Don't worry about it, we won't be gay about it, we already are," I laughed, adding "I won't touch yours if you don't touch mine. The porn's inside." Ram smiled and nodded and followed me inside. I played some raw porn of some hot jock getting fucked and bred by some older daddy. Ram dropped his shorts and sported a respectable thickish seven and a half inch cock, but it was nothing against my niner. We jacked and every so often Ram would look at me as I milked the precum from my dick. "Fuck," he finally muttered as he gave up watching the porn and focused on watching me. I squeezed a big glob of dirty precum and covered my uncut cock with it, and looked at him smiled. He returned my smile and tried to go back to the porn, but within a few seconds was again fixated on me. I let go of my dick and looked directly at Ram, suggesting "Go ahead, give it a tug." He smiled and shook his head looking down at himself. "You know you want to, boy. Give it a tug." He looked into my eyes and i could feel the hunger in him as he reached-over with his right hand and began to jack me. "Fuck..." he moaned a little while I guided his hand. "Fuck yeah, boy," was my response. He started to jack my cock with two hands. "Fuck yeah boy milk that dick." With that he again looked at my body, up and down, and then returned to the handjob he was giving me, quickening his speed. Again I tortured him, by murmuring "Fuck yeah, Ram, milk my dick." He continued milking my dick as his breath became increasingly uneven, all the while biting his lip. Then I saw it: he opened his mouth and was about to put the head in when i grabbed his head and stopped him. "Don't do that." "Why not?" "I'm poz Rambo." "I thought you said it was safe." He was suddenly thinking about what he was doing. "I ran out of meds." In actuality I had plenty of meds, but rather had deliberately stopped taking them a week earlier. "Don't suck it." He looked genuinely disappointed and slightly nervous. "I want to blow my load on your chest. Don't stop." With that Ram smiled and continued to jack me off. "Fuck yeah boy, I'm close. You want this load?" "Fuck yeah, man!" "You want me to blow this load all over you?" "Fuck yeah!" "Poz fucking load boy. You want me to spray this dirty fuck load on you?" He paused and bit his lip. I grabbed my cock out of his hands and started to jack it. "Do you want this fucking poz load on your chest, boy?" He nodded, closed his eyes, and answered "Yes." I blew string after string of thick dirty poz cum, caking his smooth stud chest, rubbing the last drops on his neck and down his chest. When I stepped back he lubed his cock with my cum, and jerked himself until he blew his load. We showered one after the other and got dressed and then I walked him to my door. "Fuck man, that was crazy hot," he said, still mildly breathless with what happened. "Nothing happened man. Just two guys jacking it." He thought about it and I could tell a part of him agreed. "Your cock is fucking monstrous." "Glad you liked it. If you want come over tomorrow we can have a rematch after another workout." He smiled and nodded. And he did come back again on both Saturday and Sunday, each time letting me blow my poz load on his body. His hunger grew. Joseph came back and Ram said he would continue working out with me, and for a week he did. And on each of the four times, he couldn't wait to let me cover him in poz cum. After six days of working out together, and being covered with poz cum, all the while I withheld taking meds, now for two or so weeks, I knew it was time to take things to the next level.

I had completely lost sight of John in the dark. I looked around for my little fuck baby but couldn't find him. Few other boys walked over to me to try and ask for my fat dick but I needed to find my guest into this fuck frenzy. I walked down on shaft tunnel. Saw boys fucking in every which position they could but as I reached the end of the tunnel still no young filipino stud. I started back, when I heard some guys talking about new blood. One was a definite tweaker, and the other a cum slut with jizz riding down their legs and asses. They saw me coming and immediately presented their asses open and winking. "Where's the new boy?" "Gimme your load and Ill tell you." said one. I slapped him hard across the face and moved to the other. "He's in the front train car!" the other one said flinching. So I made my way to the train car and I could see and hear the fuck shadows moving. I opened the door to the car. 12 maybe more faces turned from the crowd to see me. I got a few bro nods and then they went back to the attention. On the floor of the car was two bears with thick cocks humping and grunting, but then I saw john. smack dab in the middle of the two hairy fat fuckers who were double fucking his ass hole. I watched for a maybe 5 seconds seeing the cocks slam up and down his hole while cum dripped and caked between their legs balls and groins, and thats when I noticed John wasn't moving. His body had been limp. Deathly limp. "He's done fuckers." I spoke. a few moved aside. The bears looked to eachother. "Says who?" Said this one fucked up looking twink. I punched him into a wall and turned around. The two bears climbed off john and I saw him completely for the first time in what must have been only 20 minutes since I'd lost him. His face was badly bruised and his nose was bleeding. There were scratches and bite marks and bruises on every inch of his body. His hole was gaping. cum blood and piss were drooling from his busted rectum. I scooped him up and carried him and out of the building to the black tranny. He/she looked shocked which I'm assuming must be a lot considering what she usually sees. "I can't call the cops here" Was all he said. "What the fuck happened you weren't there for more and hour maybe two." "Just give me the clothesr" She did and we left. On the ride home john woke slightly mumbling stop. I can't. Oh my god no more. Some sort shock must have been setting in. I just drove back to my place. I took him inside and ran the shower. and washed the scratches and blood. I laid him down and he began to wake up. I wanted to ask him what the fuck happened but then I already knew. I set up the hotest fucking piece of ass to the horniest worst fuckers in town, and drugged him and let him get used up. "Fuck me sir" Finally breathed out of his lips. He was looking right at me. I stared back into the black holes of eyes that when I first met him were filled with light. He was high, but he was really mine. I stole him that night from the club in pieces and now I had all of him. He'd given it all up. I spread his legs and inserted my soft cock into him. He was so used that it slipped in with ease and he moaned. "Thank you. Fuck me please. Thank you." I slowly began to harden inside him. "Yes. Yes. Yes Fuck Me. Yes yES yES YES FUCK ME DADDY FUCK ME FUCKME I'M YOURS!" When my full cock was hard I was sliding into him. His hole would open and swallow my cock with ease of a proper whore. So i fucked harder "SIIIIIRRRRRRAHHHHHHHFUUUCKKK!" His ass was cumming already vibrating just from the feeling of cock inside him. He moaned and groaned and came 6 times before I unloaded a fat load into him. I rolled over and knew that he was broken and done. I left a note that I was done with him and didn't ever wanna see him again next to the pillow when he woke up in the morning. He was gone when I got back. _____________________________________________________________________________ A few months passed and I had not seen any more of john. I kept up my regular routine. Tony had become a cock hungry lil bitch that would beg for my cock. I already had plans to turn him into a cum dump for his birthday. I went to my dealer who lived in this crack hotel he owned. Knocked on his door. He opened it and we made our usual talk for deals when I heard some fucking going on and asked him about it. "Aw man we got this hot lil drugwhore here bout a weekago. Bitch is beautiful and cock crazy." He led me to the back of the room pulled back a curtain and I saw him. John was riding one guy, jacking off another, and slurping on a thrid dick. He had dried cum stains on his chest and abs and he must have lost 20 + lbs. His was so small and ripped. You could still tell there was plenty of muscle on him. I watched him bouce up and down for a good 20 minutes while I stroked the whole time john never noticed me. My dealer lit up a bowl and I watched as buyer/dealer came in and out walked to the back and immediately knew john was a complimentary present for them. They'd flip him over use him turn him again. 3 way double fuck and john just kept going and going just taking cock for cock. We'd finished the bowl and the sun had set maybe 3 or 4 hours before. when john's 29'th cock finally jizzed on his face and left. The dealer was ushering him out and making shit talk with him when John finally noticed me. He looked at me. Almost confused. Like he was seeing a ghost. But I was the one seeing a ghost. The boy I had seen in that club that I trained and got royally fucked up was gone. John got up and walked over to me and got on his knees took my semi dick in his mouth and began to suck. I watched him and he was a machine working me to full mast then. I pulled him off and began to walk away. He grabbed my hand. "Fuck me?" He asked "Oh I already fucked you up baby." Kissed him on his fore head The dealer came in and gave john and I a look. John read it and got on the bed on all fours while the dealer whipped out his cock. "You gonna get some bro" He asked me. I shook my head and made my way out hearing the dealer slap John and hearing balls slap ass over and over. I drove over to the club where I met john. Feeling nostalgic. I saw john's old boyfriend/husband whatever having drinks with some friends laughing but also looking tired. He saw me and nodded raising his drink. I don't know what we were cheering to but I raised my back. I got out a card and wrote down the address for the dealer with the words saying John is here. Give him my name for the password. I bought a drink for the guy and had the bartender take the drink and card to him. I guess just a feeling I could actually give John back to him somehow. As i was thinking more and more about this till I turned my head as saw this boy walk in. Light skin. Tight jeans. 5'7 maybe definite little jock and looked smooth and fine with big soft lips. He was with a group of guys and girls around his age. My eyes set on his and he set his eyes back on me. I smiled and moved toward him. I guess I just needed a new project. The end