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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.

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.

Jackson—January, 2022 I kept to myself, or with trusted fuck buds, most of January while the new variant was ravaging parts of my state. I finally felt comfortable enough to go back to a bookstore. I chose the one that had more space so we were not on top of each other—unless we chose to be… It’s Saturday afternoon. The parking lot is busy. The huge piles of plowed snow reduce the size of it, but there are still more cars here than I expected. I go in and buy my ticket for the lounge—where there are six or seven viewing stations for different types of porn. “Sure you don’t want the combo—so you can use the booths downstairs?” I assure her that the lounge is fine. She sighs. I have seemingly offended her. I smile and go in. After all the sunshine on the snow outside, it seems darker than usual in here. At first glance, I don’t see very many men—maybe that’s why she was trying to send me downstairs to the booths. I make the tour to see. There is one man watching the Trans porn. No one at the straight flicks or the all girl video. There is an older guy watching young men fuck women older than 50. The bondage screen has no viewers. I go down the long hallway to the gay area—where there are two screens. One man is in the larger room and another in the smaller alcove. And I know one of them—socially but not sexually. We nod to each other. He quickly puts away his cock and heads to another area. I sit in the bigger room. I unbutton and stroke. The porn is indifferent. I hear the door to the lounge squeak open and shut. I wait as the man makes the same rounds I did. He arrives. He looks at me and unzips before sitting in a chair to my left. It’s the Marathoner: the runner who is a huge cocked top, but loves me to eat his ass as he strokes. We nod to each other. His cock is likely only half an inch longer than me, but he is much thicker. The few times I have tried to suck it, I am feel like I am all teeth on him—there is no way to cover them with my lips, my mouth is so stretched. But he doesn’t really want that from me anyway… He stands up and feeds me his dickhead just long enough to get it wet. He turns and bends—his ass inches from my face. It is a muscle butt. He is obviously still running. I poke my tongue dead center of his pucker. He gasps and strokes harder. “You’re the only guy who eats me…” he whispers from under his mask. I go to town. I am up and down his fairly hairy crack. Each time I pass his hole I jab it with my tongue. And it’s beginning to open for me. I am leaning across the arm of a sofa to get at him. I can connect—but it’s awkward. He finally senses it and comes around front so I can have better access. I spit and prod and lick. The man from the small room has come out to stroke and watch. The Marathoner does not like this. He gives him a withering stare and the guy returns to his porn. I hold on to the Marathoner’s hips and begin tongue fucking him. He is stroking his cock and moaning loudly. Suddenly he pulls away from me. I think he must be about to shoot. No. He is trying to sit on my super hard cock. What the fuck!? He prods himself with me four or five times. I don’t ever go in—but it makes his hole open up. Then he repositions himself for more licking. Fuck. I can taste my precum on his hole. The old Marathoner would freak out if he knew that. I know he’s on PrEP now—is he occasionally bottoming? I stroke my wetter cock and continue to rim. I find my lube bottle and lube my dick for better stroking. Suddenly he pulls away again and does the same bounce on me. He groans in the back of his throat with each bounce. My cockhead is going farther into him. He groans. I am about to enter him… And a guy walks into our room. The Marathoner is off my cock and out of the room, doing up his pants as he goes. I don’t see him the rest of the day. * I have moved to the Trans porn. The Latino who I met here and who came to the house (but could never get clean) is giving me head. His mouth is great today. I idly wonder if he can taste the Marathoner’s hole on me. He asks if I want to fuck him. I decline…and he goes off to the arcade downstairs. * I move to the small gay area. It is a good 20 minutes since I have seen anyone else. A young blond in a baseball cap comes in. College age and slender. He looks at my cock and sits in the chair on the other side of the room. He pulls out a slender six incher. I stroke to the porn, he strokes to me. He has gotten rid of his winter coat before sitting down. But now he stands up and gets rid of his shirt. Then his pants—all tossed in a pile on the floor. He is now in nothing but thick socks and underwear pulled down under his balls for stroking freedom. We stroke. Now we are eyeing each other, not the porn. “Daddy, can I suck you?” I nod. He gets on all fours and crawls between my legs. His ass is a true bubble butt, straining against the tightness of the fabric. “Lick my balls first,” I tell him. He does. With lots of spittle left behind. He works his way up my shaft, ovals and proceeds to give me really good head.—but we both know what the other wants. “Fuck me?” “Sure.” “I hope you don’t use condoms—I want you raw.” This makes my cock drool. I let him lick it off before I stand up. He gets rid of the underwear and kneels in the chair I was sitting in, presenting his 20-something ass to me. I kneel and lick it. This makes him moan. He is very lightly haired—nothing in the crack, just a light fuzz circling his hole. Totally the opposite from the Marathoner—which turns me on even more. “Stick your raw dick in me.” I stand up and slap my cock on his wet crack. “Give it to me,” he moans. I prod his hole. Just the slightest pressure of my cock head makes it flower open. The boy obviously likes anal. “You like dick in your hole, don’t you?” “Only raw dick, Daddy. And only from real men.” I have sunk halfway into him. He stops talking and begins panting. I work the rest of me into him. “Fuck…” he hisses. “So much cock…” And it’s true. He is filled. The look of his butt taking me fully is intoxicating. I begin to fuck. “Do it. Fuck me. Fill me.” It becomes a chant for him. A piece of the phrase on every stroke of my cock. “Do it.” I grind my pubes into his hairless butt and pull almost all the way out. “Fuck me.” I pick up the tempo. I know this is not going to be a long fuck. “Fill me.” “That what you want?” “Cum in me. Make me yours…” I am damn close. I fuck him faster. Suddenly his ass clamps down on me. He squeals as he unloads his balls all over the seat of the chair. “FILL ME!” And I do. Spurt after spurt. Giving him just what he wanted… The original is here, with a good cock pic of me: From My Side of the Sling: “Do It. Fuck Me. Fill Me.” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 6, 2022.

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.

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.

So was sitting at home Thursday night checking out the usual sites online. A message popped up asking if I was looking. He must’ve at least scanned my profile and read that I like to suck and bottom. Pretty straight forward. Being from small town Minnesota and fairly familiar with the regular profiles that show up around here, I for sure hadn’t seen his before. Live here or visiting, I asked. Visiting his cousin at the community college. Also put it bluntly that he needed release and if I could suck him off. Of course! And I swallow. He obviously couldn’t host due to being at cousins so I said I could , but asked how he was gonna excuse himself from his cuz’ dorm. “Just gonna tell him I’m headed quick to McDonald’s.” I think quickies are great and give him the addy. He arrives, I sit him on the couch, and he pulls out this tasty looking 8” piece of meat which matches the pic he shared earlier. Damn! Looking good. I had sent him a pic of my chub ass, both empty and with a bare cock in it. Just a little advertising. Well, I spend the next 10-15 minutes working him over with my tongue, mouth, and throat. Thought with him being in a hurry he’d be wanting to nut right away but he’d get to the edge and back me off. Did that 3 times… guess he’s not in a huge hurry. Lol. Anyway, after the 3rd time he reaches round my back for my hole. I have lube, I whisper. I had staged the lube and condoms and towels nearby as I’m always hopeful. I reached for the lube and slicked up my hole. He reached for the condom and wrapped up. In 4 seconds he’s balls deep and we’re both moaning in pleasure as I’m bent over the sofa. After a couple minutes of starting to get worked over, he repositions and I feel something hit my foot. I know what it is. It’s why I sent him the second pic of my ass. I wanted him to know I take it raw and he was happy to oblige. That rubber no sooner hit my foot and he was buried balls deep again. I’m gonna seed you like I’m sure that guy in the pic did, he says. Use me! And within the next minute he did just that. Used me as his cumdump. While recovering and his dressing I let him know he could count on me anytime he came to visit his cousin. Although, he might have to vary his excuse of a Mickey D’s run for future fuck sessions.

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!

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!" ...

So been a while since I posted, had fun but nothing to write home about. But this happened to start my weekend off and really reminded me who I truely am. So this started Friday lunchtime I was working the till as the lunch rush cleared away and as it was quiet I pulled my phone out and started messaging round my mates and Grindr. Initially it looked like slim pickings and was getting myself ready to go home get warm and jerk myself with my dildo using me rough when this profile popped up, it was a basic profile with just couple of tops looking for bottom lad for fun, no age, no description and one pic of a hairy big chest. At first it was kinda bland chat, a pair of mates looking for a bottom to spit roast, promising they had poppers/condoms/lube and will look after me etc. I said I was working till late and they went silent so thought ‘Yeap couldn’t wait or got too real’ so kept messaging between customers. I was closing up when I got a couple of pings, pulling my phone out it was grindr so I opened it up and it was coupleoftops and read their messages, it was a hotel location, room number and time in two hours, I sent back what were they after and got back a fun and anything you are into. I was excited and went home quickly showering and cleaning out deep and two hours later I was outside the hotel as I sneaked in and took the lift to their floor and walked to the door, as I arrived I noticed the door was ajar so I let myself in to find an empty room and a note, ok if your up for it strip put the blindfold on and get ass up for us we will be there at 21:30 if your not here then you wimped out if you are here expect to be used. I was so turned on I striped and put the blindfold on and went on all fours ass up ready for anything. I heard the door go and the sounds of two guy enter and hum a little, “wow got an eager one at last” one said and I felt hands on me as they guided me round and I felt a cock at my lips so I opened up and let it in sucking on this cut cock feeling rough hands pull on my cock balls and nips. I was then flipped my legs pushed up and metal attached to my ankles holding me to the bed frame as others were added to my wrists, I then felt a ball gag forced between my lips and tightened behind my head and my cock was leaking to say the least, then my blindfold was taken off to show two older men probably in their late 40ies naked edging their cocks as they played rock paper scissors to work out who was fucking me first in the end it was cut guy who spat on his cock and fingered my hole a bit that’s when he said “yeah no lube and no condoms bet a little fag slut like you will love taking our dirty daddy cocks all night” I was a little scared and excited as he in one motion slammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt my hole stretch and fuck did it feel good, he wasn’t showing any mercy he pounded me into the bed hard and fast not letting up until he unloaded in me, his friend straight behind him taking my ass with his big uncut cock stretching me more as he fucked me hard. after he came he unhooked my ball gag and pushed his cock in its place “ go on you slut clean my cock get me hard again I need another go on your cunt”. It’s been a while since I last was with a Dom let alone two, and for hours they took turns on me till it was midnight and they needed a rest but they were not done no they went online and before long invited another to take over my use this guy was my age and heavy, not taking any time to pull his cock out and ram it into me “yeah take my fat cock bet you hate my fat body over you using you” he fucked me all while I was chained up and gagged and silently loving it. by the time I left that hotel it was 8am I had work in 30 minutes and I had from all three taken at least 10 loads that were still in my ass as I started my shift.

When you are as girly, and faggoty, and queeny as I am, most of the men who fuck you pretty much think of me as a girl with a useless cock so they usually call my hole, a pussy, or a cunt or just a fuckhole/cumhole. they also often refer to me by female terms and names, like girl, babygirl, white girl, bitch, and ladyboy. some guys even tell me that my pussy is so loose and sloppy that it feels just like a real girls pussy when I’m loaded with cum

Was horny as usual and got a room at the Days Inn last night. Posted the hotel/room # and propped the door open. Ended up with 15 loads. One guy dropped 3 loads and another dropped 2 loads. Good night. That makes 504 loads this year.

Been a while since I had a really good shag so horned up and looked for something online …nothing doing ..lots of blokes chatting but no meets …ended up at the local sauna (cum Union night..nice) it was still early but there were a few guys playing …wondered round naked except for a towel over my shoulder …the smell of the place just made me horny so I was hard …when to see if the sling was free and found a little Twink getting hammered by a chub daddy …well hot ….I snogged the daddy and pulled on a nipple ring …watched his raw cock fuck the tight winks hole …daddy pumped a good load up the Twink and puled out …he snogged me again and said he’d catch me later …I asked the Twink if he was good for another load and he just nodded and pulled on some poppers …I slipped in to his loaded hole …fuck he felt great tight and slick and hot …I used the sling to swing him on to my cock …the daddies cum running out of him and down my balls…the cummy mess got me off and I loaded the lad …fuck he felt good thanked him and wondered off to the shower. It was busy now and I got a lot of attention from the mainly older crowd …as I got to the shower I was chatting to an old bloke (60s ?) he cupped my cummy balls and asked if I was going to wash it off …said I was and he got down and sucked my balls and cock …I was hard again…he had a wet finger up me as well …he stood and asked if id be up for getting fucked …yeah ….he had a nice cock out a 7 cut thick …hairy dad bod ..got to a seat area near the steam room …had me sit forward on the bench and knelt down between my legs pushing me back and raising my legs he kept saying how good I looked and asked how old I was told him 24 and he said he was 70 and pushed his cock in me …fucked me slowly with blokes walking past …loved it nice fuck got deep and ace kisser too…got quite a crowd …any how he started fucking me hard and was defo coming bout to cum …”dirty fuck ..I’m fucked breeding you!” He pulled out and a felt a lot running out of my hole …I was gasping he just thanked me and headed back towards the showers … The chub daddy from earlier had seen the action and was sat next to me snogged me again and fingered my cummy hole …”good to go again” I was like sure ….he had 2 fingers up me and was snogging me …then he was up in my face..cock tasted good and my face pressed into his pubes ..fucked my face then we snogged again ….as he got down between my legs I saw the biohazard tat on his hip …better lighting in here….got me proper hard …he lined up and was balls deep quickly …felt really hot …fucked me slow and a load of snogging…”going to cum mate” and I just pulled him deep ….loaded me ….snogged me and left. I showered …and went to get a drink

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.

but how about this; are our assholes ruined? or did all of those daddies, random fucks, bathhouse breeders, fisting tops, whore fuckers, pig breeders, and the rest of the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of anonymous strangers who treat us like worthless trash destroy our assholes so they could become the loose, sloppy, overused cunts we have. some men love using, fucking and breeding trashed holes like ours. the only way anyones asshole can become as loose and fucked out as our sloppy holes is to get used way too much and absolutely destroyed with as many large objects as possible. guys with really big cocks love how easy it is to shove their whole cock in me and just start fucking, even without lube. fisting tops dont wanna fuck around. they just wanna get the arm up my cunt. I couldn’t take a fat 10 inch cock, dry in an alleyway, without a drop of lube, or spit, if my pussy wasn’t, as he said "so fucking loose”. you should get a tramp stamp that says USED

I'm often to be seen in one of my G-Star Raw t shirts (see my profile pic), which whilst a lot more subtle also has worked for me. One time I was on my way to a meet from an app and passed another guy on the street who stared at my t shirt looked up at me, then gave a dirty grin, we passed did the old school double take looking back and then both stopped and walked back towards each other. He asked me if I was up for a load and I said I would but was already on the way for another meet and didn't want to let that guy down. No problem he said, go and get his load then come to mine afterwards giving me his address. 90 minutes later with 2 loads in me, having had both guys I was on my way home very happy.

Surely flexibility is needed and if some/most of your needs are being met then enjoy the sex? Yes there are the matter of red lines and compatibility when deciding if you want to start/proceed/end the session. I've hardly ever had ALL my needs met from one guy!

40 loads taken face to face + 464 loads anon with blindfold on = 504 loads so far this year.

If I'm hooking up through an app or cruising I want quick dirty sex, I'm not there for a romantic meal and a conversation. I wouldn't even know where to go looking for those things where I live, but thankfully it's not for me anyway.

Hope there is more

Met up with this daddy I’ve met once before. Met on a kik group. He messaged me saying he would be in town and wanted to see me again. After work I went over to the hotel. Nice smooth body and ass. He’s really open to trying things with men and I’m totally cool with that. I told him I love kissing and he said he’s never kissed a men but is open to trying. The first time we met we showered first and he requested that again. It really turned him on he said and loved my body size. He’s about 6 and I’m 5’2. We showered, kissed, he rubbed my body and played with my ass before making me suck his cock. Decent cock, curves up a bit, he is clean shaven. Turned around and I eat his ass. He is so horny and want to move to the bed before he cums. In the bed I continue sucking him and he loves it. Almost cums but stops himself. We wants to fuck my ass. He gets lube and to my disappointment puts on a rubber (fuck!) okay, it’s fine. He fucks me missionary and pounds away until he cums. No load. im in downtown so I drive my Club Houston and get on sniffies. I’ve never been and am a bit nervous. Anyway, I end up leaving and going to someone’s place. I’ll go someday. He posted on sniffies asking for someone to drain his balls. I sent pics and said I can be there. Hot black dude, muscular hairy af body. Big cock. He said at 7 so I stopped by the grocery store to get a few items. Then I’m a head over. Opens the door in his jockstrap. He is sexy. A med student and needed a study break. Once in the room, he lays in bed but before I could get down he asks me to remove my clothes. Once naked I start sucking and getting him hard. He is moaning and it makes me hard, I continue sucking, licking his balls and body. Put his legs up and start eating his ass. Fuck I love it. Continue sucking and he says he is cumming so I deepthroat his cock as deep as I can. Getting that load down my throat. Tasted great. One of the best I’ve tasted. We chat a bit, he asks if I’m near the area because he would like to do it again. Tell him I’d hit him up when I am and I start playing with his cock again and suck another load from him. 2 loads 🤤 i hit up the Moroccan guy and he invites me over. Sexy guy. We kiss and pushes down to suck his cock. He loves to dominate so I submit. He gets me on the bed and starts fucking me doggy. Then missionary. He gets in deep and breeds me. I make out with him as I hold him inside. Feels amazing. Love the feeling after they breed you. I want another but we have to get up early for work. We kiss and cuddle until we fall asleep.

My earliest recollection of anything homo- centric was when I was 5 or 6. I grew up in a small rural town, the city nearby had a mall, and in the city core all the trappings of a real city, so if we needed new shoes or clothes for school, my Mom would haul my ass to the mall . I would ride in the back seat of the car, and in one particular area there was a stream that ran alongside the road. If I went back (and it even exists ) today, it was likely a ditch and the stream was just rain or melting snow draining away. But back then, almost without exception, I would look out as we drove past that water, and imagine myself naked,floating on my back with my dick stiff, and a boy or two riding on my stomach/chest, and using my cock as a steering device. And even tho I had no idea why, my 6 year old cock would be hard . By the time we would get to the mall or into the city, it was all over and out of my thoughts, until the drive back home. I am not going to lock in and say "that" was the moment I knew I was gay, honestly, I don't think early 60's gay/homosexuality was even talked about or acknowledged in those words. And not going to the prom in high school didn't lock it in for me- I would have been "obligated" to ask the girl across the road from my house to it (17 days apart in age) and at the time she was having sex with the high school band director, a lot!! I kept a big distance from her, or had either her parent or one of mine present if we were hanging out, I really was worried she would get knocked up and all eyes would fall on me. And I knew even then I did not want a woman nor a kid ( esp if it wasn't even mine) in my life path.

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I have a regular, who is a straight man. I have never seen his face or any pics cause he doesn’t want anyone to know he even knows me cause he says I have “a reputation for being a cumdump and a hooker” plus he never lets me suck his cock and he refuses to fuck me cause I’m “way to dirty and way too many men have been inside that used hole”. he only uses me as a urinal. he literally calls me “Toilet” like it’s my given name, and has me get down on my knees so he can piss straight into my mouth without even touching his cock. once in awhile he will jerk off into my open mouth if he’s particularly horny but he has never let e touch his cock until a couple days ago when he texted me “todays your lucky day. I’m gonna let you suck my cock” and he sat back in a chair, watching straight porn, while I was down on my knees sucking the cum out of his balls. it reminded me exactly of sucking my fathers cock except I was blindfolded. he also kept telling me what a “disgusting faggot” I am for "sucking off thousands of strangers” and “getting fucked by any man dirty enough to breed that sloppy cunt” and even told me I should get my cock and balls removed cause I can “never be a man” because I get fucked, so I might as well not pretend to be male. he also said “you shouldn’t get tits either, just be some asexual cumdump"

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 ran into the husband of a friend of mine at the video store late one night. He just acknowledged me with eye contact and I followed him into a booth. He immediately pulled out his cock which was beautiful, I got on my knees and started sucking. He was quite big and it tasted great. After a while I stood up, undid my pants and bent over. He got his dick wet with spit and started to slide in me. Not sure if he noticed the load I received 10 minutes earlier. He fucked me for about 5 minutes until hi breathing got heavier, his dick started pulsing and he went balls deep filling with his sperm. He pulled out without saying anything, I turned around and cleaned his dick off before he zipped up and left. We never acknowledged we knew each other and never said anything. To him I was just an anon hole.

you could prob have this transferred to an iron on

The Glastonbury Swim Team 1. Drake’s Wet I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college. Any story that begins: I was accepted on a swimming scholarship to a small, picturesque New England college, you just know at some point is going to turn into some Stephen King, fifty shades of crazy, tale of terror. Well, this one’s no exception, just not in a Stephen King sort of way. Banana pajama pants crazy, yes, but not a horror story, well, whore story, yeah, that’d be about right. I’m Kyle Dupree. Hi. How are you? My stats, to start, because that’s what I had to fill out on my college application: nineteen (I was held back one year before they diagnosed me with ADHD because it’s hard for me to pay attention for any long stretches of time, but I’m not dumb, quite the opposite), five ten, one forty-five. “Beanpole,” Jacob calls me. Jacob’s one of the quicker wits in our trailer park. He’s dating my mom and he’s nice enough to her, so there’s that. Hair: brown, short, spikey. Eyes: yes, I have them. Okay, my mom says they’re the color of freshly cooked maple. What she means is that they’re amber brown with little specks of gold in the right light. Nationality: you want them all? Alright, application sez: Native American, Belgian, Polish, German, Dutch, English and French Canadian. In other words a garden variety New England mutt. I put them in that order since I thought I’d have a better chance at getting a scholarship. I was right. If you want to know the truth, though, I should’ve put them in the exact reverse order, because I’m mostly French Canadian, eh, but if it’s good enough for Elizabeth Warren (the Abenaki people in my case—and I am damn proud of that, one sixteenth proud) it’s good enough for me. For those of you taking notes for a guaranteed A+ History paper (and you should), the indigenous Abenaki people covered a huge swath of Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine and have been here for like twelve thousand years. The one tattoo I have is a dream catcher, that was before everyone and their lesbian sister got one. But mine was one of the first. I got it from Dash, who’s this old biker dude who lives in the second trailer from the park entrance, three down from our double-wide, at his kitchen table. I bartered for it, smoked some clouds with him, then let him diddle me on his couch before he picked up his tattoo gun and went at my ribcage in his kitchen. He’d been giving me blow jobs since I can’t remember, but this once I let him finger my hole while he sucked my dick, which the way he did it felt weird—like in, out, in, out, real fast—but still kinda felt good, but I’d rather it wasn’t Dash, but I let him do me anyway like that till I spurted in his craggily-face mouth of his. Other stats that weren’t on my application—because if you’re any kind of perv like me you’d want to know: seven and a half inches, uncut, smooth but with dark hairy legs, swimmer’s build (obviously) and short black pubes that I clip, dark wispy pits, and a little bit of dark peach fuzz on my tailbone that eases down the road between two perfectly shaped round, white boulders. See, I knew you’d want to know. So anyway, like I was saying, Dash got up to his second knuckle of his middle finger in my butthole. I acted like that was crazy deep, but I’d taken big cucumbers way deeper than that since dinosaurs roamed, I just didn’t tell him. Or anyone else, like when mom, Jacob and I were eating our dinner salad with a freshly sliced aforementioned cucumber. Washed, of course. My mom’s a nurse at the county hospital so there were a lot of anatomy books around the house when I was growing up, and I was a curious kid. I was fascinated by the human body, mine and others. Most of the kids in Cozy Meadows, our little trailer park in the sticks, weren’t allowed to play with me after a certain age because I not only played doctor with them, I played specialist: urologist, gynecologist, proctologist, you name it, I became an expert in the field. I didn’t really care that I was shunned in Cozy Meadows. I’d seen what I wanted to see, felt what I wanted to touch. I moved on. Cozy Meadows was close to this lake and for most of the year I’d swim endlessly, taking Waldo, our family’s chocolate lab, with me. He and I would swim across the lake to the side where all these older men used to hang out, sunning naked on a pebbly beach. Waldo was both a good way to break the ice with these old guys—never was any younger guys my age—and at the same time, if I didn’t want to talk to one of them, Waldo kinda sense it and would give a low grumble, and they’d high tailed it. So anyway, I got to know a fair number of these men, and them me. I was technically a virgin when I left home, technically—I liked getting my dick sucked and I didn’t mind returning the favor, but I didn’t like anyone touching my butthole. That was my domain. Dash was probably the only human that had gotten finger deep. Cucumbers and zucchinis fared much better. The school where I got my swimming scholarship was about two hours away from us. Jacob, who lived at the end of the cul-de-sac but was always at our house, drove me in his old rusty red Ford pickup, Waldo in the back with my one suitcase, and my mom scrunched between me and the gear shift. It’s a hot day as we drive down out of the mountains to the flatlands; the temperature rises another ten degrees by the time we hit the college town. Mom’s trying not to cry. Close to the school we pass a circus setting up in a grocery store parking lot. “Look, honey,” she says to me, “a carnival,” but she loses it when we pass through the school gates, and her misty-eyes turn to real silent tears. I get out of the truck in front of my dorm and grab my suitcase. Waldo tries to get out of the truck but I push him back behind the tailgate. He just looks at me and doesn’t know why he can’t go with me. I give him a big hug, my mom, too, and shake Jacob’s hand but, at the last minute, he pulls me in and gives me a big ol’ Jacob bear hug. And then they drive off, exhaust spewing black smoke out the tailpipe, Waldo shouting out barks from the back of the rusty Ford. My forehead’s sweating from the late summer day, and I look up at Hannaford Hall, this six-story, ugly beige cinderblock monstrosity, and spot the top floor where I’ll be living for the next school year. I almost didn’t get in at the start of the school year because I’m a fuckup when it comes to paperwork and deadlines, and rules in general. I was supposed to get some meningitis shot but I forgot, but my mom pulled strings at work and got me a shot the week school started. I got the form filled but I missed all that first days orientation shit. ‘Plunge into the deep end and see if you come up’ has always been my way. I was already in trouble with the coach because the swim team warmups started a week before school did. Anyway, I’m used to being a fuck up and feel like I’m always in trouble anyway, so what the fuck. They weren’t going to take away the scholarship from me. The only sticking point was that I had to try out for a slot on the water polo team. Swim season was in the spring, water polo in the fall. I didn’t know from fuck what water polo was. Sound ritzy, Jacob said at dinner while I was looking over my financial papers, doubt it’s a game for folks like us. Anyway, across the street there’s a nicer dorm. Hannaford Hall looks like some backwoods bunker hospital but Avery Beckwith Hall looks like something that exploded out of an architect’s brain. All angles of metal and glass, overhanging study rooms, electric sliding glass doors. Everyone there, I read in the school’s brochure, lives in five bedroom suites, but it was for the richer kids. Lot of them had their own room. Then there were the townhouses down the road at the school’s gates, but they were for upper classmen. Some of them housed twenty-one year-olds so they could legally have alcohol, but what did I care, I had a jar of gen-u-ine Micky-G’s moonshine in an old glass jar that Micky-G had given me himself as a going-away-to-college present; and some mighty pure crystal from Dash, the biker-tattoo artist, my finger-pumping mentor; and homegrown weed from Jasper, who was Jacob’s younger brother that lived in the backwoods in an honest-to-god teepee and farmed the best pot around, well, good for Vermont I guess. His farm was patrolled by these fuckin’ huge-ass geese who were nasty motherfuckers if they didn’t know you. Even if they did know you, you always had to keep your eye on where they were. Both Waldo and I more than once had them sneak up on us. Getting goosed by a goose is not my idea of fun. Anyway, he gave me a nice supply of his best buds. And then while I was packing, Jacob slipped me a carton of reds, which was very cool of him, ‘cause I know he’d catch grief if my mom found out. I told you she was a nurse. And me on a swimming scholarship. But that’s Cozy Meadows in a nutshell. We don’t think too much about the future. We concentrate on the pleasures of the now. So I walk in the entrance, push aside these heavy-ass metal glass doors, and inside it’s really air-conditioned cool. There’s this guy with a name tag that says Raf, a good-looking dark-skinned guy, who checks out my paperwork, sees I’m on a swim scholarship like him. He gives me a swipe card for the door, a crooked smile, and tells me I’m on the top floor with a guy name Drake Chadwick. We get to talking and I find out Raf’s the goalkeeper on the water polo team and a R.A., which means resident assistant, meaning free board and room. He’s like a concierge, he says. I tell him I have no fuckin’ clue to what that is. He says if I want something just ask. Cool. He’s a junior, polysci major. I tell him I’m a freshman, majoring in English I think. He says most of the swim team are sophomores, and live across at Avery Beckwith Hall. A couple juniors and seniors live together in one of the townhouses. He says he’ll introduce me to some of the team at dinner. Raf has a funny way of talking, like English is his second language or something. Well, it’s time for me to go up and meet ol’ Drake Chadwick. Raf and I shake hands, and I go up in the elevator. But I got to tell you, I get kinda nervous in elevators. I’m not used to them, see. You’re in this tiny cage and that kind of freaks me out. So my hearts beating, and six dings later I’m on my floor. The hallway’s hot and stuffy. I’m holding my swipe card in my sweaty palm walking down the hall looking for 6G. It’s at the end of the hall and I put in my card and it clicks and I push open the door, and there’s Mr. Drake Chadwick on his bed, holding a Maxim in one hand and jacking his big banana cock in the other. Just as I come in he’s spitting a huge load of dick juice all over his magazine and himself. He tries to stifle a fuck! then flails around with his jeans down around his ankles trying to get them up, struggling to not look like a spaz, but I’m sorry, it’s funny, and I start laughing hysterically. He has this totally embarrassed, humiliated look on his face, sees it’s hopeless to remedy the situation, and rolls over to his side hiding his face against the cinderblock wall and kinda starts groaning, pained, but chuckling. I close the door so no one else sees this, and I stand there admiring his perfect, white bubble butt that’s on its side jiggling in an embarrassed snigger. A nice light brown fuzz of butt hair outlines these two muscly white, perfect cannonballs. He can’t look over at me yet. He’s just staying there, tucked to the wall. He reaches up and takes his pillow and pulls it over his head. I find that I am suddenly in love with good ol’ Drake Chadwick. I want to go over and either kiss that big round ass of his or smack it. Maybe I’ll do both. All I know is I want it, wanna stick my tongue in letting it butterfly between his fuzzy crack, but I feel introductions are necessary first. “I’m Kyle,” I tell him, “and you must be Drake. My friend Jacob says you never get a second chance to make a first impression. And I gotta say, dude,” I tell him while I’m setting my suitcase on the empty bed, “you have made one hell of a first impression. Can’t think how to top it.” He finally flips over giving me another sight of his big wanger and low hangers, struggling to get his underwear over his still hard cock and Donkey Kong balls, carefully zipping up his fly so he doesn’t catch himself. Man, the bulge is still showing through his khaki shorts, I see. That eggplant ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. He sits up in bed, pulls down his black Mario Brothers t-shirt over his chest, which was pulled up while he was whacking. Sitting on the bed’s edge, I realize what a beefcake ol’ Drake Chadwick is. He’s this very pretty, very big boy, six foot something hunched on his bed, big feet wiggling in flip-flops, innocent looking face, wide lips breaking into a shy smile, a mop of golden brown hair, with large fluffy brows arching up asking for forgiveness or at least understanding. Come to the wrong place, bub. He’s got this cuddly teddy bear face that should have little black buttons for eyes but instead are dark chocolate brown, and cheeks that are all ruddy red like he’s been crying or just ran a marathon. I go over to extend my hand and he extends his. He doesn’t see it yet, but there’s a jiggling pool of cum slopped on the crook between his thumb and forefinger. I grab his fist and tightly embrace it. I bring that crook up to my mouth, angling it so he sees his wad’s just about to drip off the side. I stick out my tongue, let the spooge fall in, and audibly slurp it up. Two can play at first impressions. *** Drake tells me on the way to the cafeteria that he’s a second year. He worked all summer but didn’t have the bucks to afford Avery Beckwith with the other guys. Besides, he says, he’s found of cinderblock. I meet most of team already sitting around the table in the cafeteria as Drake and I bring our food trays over. Raf’s there eating a heaping of vegetables and rice, while everyone else is either scarfing down Sloppy Joes or cheeseburgers. Drake makes introductions around the table as we settle in: Kenworth Paxton (head nod), Marlon Reznor (head nod), Tommy Durkheim—“hi,” he squeaks—Trent van der Haus—“just House,” House says, reaching over the table to shake—and Steve Reynold. Steve Reynolds looks up from his phone for a nanosecond and then goes back down. I say, hey, to the table. I’ve already forgotten their names. “So, Dupree, you-you-you trying out for water polo to-to-to-tomorrow?” Paxton stutters horribly next to me. He’s blondish, my size, wide shoulders, prominent chin, and has three deep nasty looking scars on his left cheek. He blinks his eyes forcefully to get out a whole sentence. “Yeah,” I tell him. “Don’t know if water polo is my game, but I’m a fast swimmer.” Then this Marlon Reznor guy, who has a scruffy little chin beard, says with a heavy southern drawl that’s so thick it’s almost comical, “What’s y’alls event?” Reznor’s a little shorter than me, bulkier, and like Paxton, has sandy blond hair. In fact, everyone at the table except for Raf and Drake is somewhere on the blond spectrum. Aside from Raf, I’m by far the darkest at the table, then Drake, and then you could easily confuse Paxton, Reznor, Durkheim, House, and Reynolds as all being the same guy: all blondish hair, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, straight pearly teeth, tan, and privileged. Raf hasn’t said a word. He just sits quietly eating his veggies, studying all the blonds, quizzically. Looks at me that way, too. I can’t tell if he’s like Middle Eastern or Black; could be both. He’s got extremely buzzed black hair, big brown eyes, a broad nose with flaring nostrils, and thick dark lips that occasionally flash an absurdist’s smile when he thinks no one is looking. He’s around the same size as everyone around the table but has huge hands, whose fingers reach out and twirl the straw in his ice tea. “Dunno what my event is. Coach’ll have to tell me.” I chow down on my first burger. “No pool where I come from. School was a one room deal and that was it,” I say chewing at Reznor. He and Paxton look at me kinda pitifully, which pisses me off, but I just grin, gnawing some curly fries on my molars. “Hey, it was great. I had the same teacher, Mrs. Duckworth, from kindergarten to twelfth grade.” My teacher’s name makes the guys laugh, but it doesn’t faze me. “There was a lake I swam in, but we also had this quarry where this stoner guy, Jasper, taught me diving from off the cliffs.” I gobble down a few more curly fries. “First time I tried out for anything was here at this college. My mom’s boyfriend pushed me and I said why not. Coach said I was a natural but needed a lot of training. But what do I know?” I say and finish my first of three burger. I see Steve Reynolds, who’s in shorts and wearing a Glastonbury College sweatshirt, its hoodie pulled over his head, text something in his phone, and then a second later Reznor’s reading something on his. Reznor types something back. They both exchange a sly grin. Jerks. Suddenly there’s two large hand clasping my shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. “How you men getting along?” Speaking of coach, Coach Brandon had snuck up behind me, the one who said I was a natural, and was kneading my taut shoulders muscles, quizzing the table. “These knuckleheads giving you a hard time?’ They all snicker. “Nah,” I say back over my shoulder, picking up a couple of fries and scarfing them down. “Just the usual poking and seeing what’s under my skirt.” I gotta tell you, I’m trying to act as casual as I can, but coach rubbing my shoulders like this is giving my pecker a little stir, especially when I look up in his face. He looks around forty, has on a tight fitting blue sweater, hugging these enormous pecs and massive shoulders. The sweater’s color sets off his fluorescent blue eyes. He’s bigger and fitter than any of these bozos, still has a slim waist, salt and pepper hair, big blue eyes—I guess I said that—he could like be the dad of any of these guys. Well, I guess not Raf. Well, on second thought, seeing as how they both share this same lopsided smile, maybe they could be related. Raf brightens when he sees coach. “Kyle was schooled in a one-room schoolhouse, just like I was," Raf informs coach. I look at Raf surprised. “Yeah?” I say. “Where?” “Botswana.” I’m taken aback. I’ve never met anyone from another country, and I have no idea where Botswana is. “A little game reserve on the Kalahari Desert,” he says. “An area called Deception Valley.” “Deception Valley, eh? No shit? I love it,” I say sipping my diet coke. Coach is still hanging onto my shoulders. If he doesn’t stop massaging me soon I’m not responsible for the stiffy percolating in my jeans. “Hey, Rafiki,” Reznor says, “y’all went to a little red schoolhouse like Dupree?” The others giggle. I interject, “Well, mine was actually a little brown schoolhouse.” “Mine was a brown grass hut,” Raf retorts. We exchange conspirator’s smiles. “A game reserve. For real, Raf?” Drake says. “I knew about Botswana, but I didn’t know about the game reserve.” “Yes. I grew up with families of giraffes, and cheetahs, prides of lions,” says Raf. He looks pointedly at Reznor. “Jackals.” The guys all laugh. Reznor puts on a sarcastic sneer. “Hyenas, too, I bet.” He looks at the guys who were laughing and are now back chewing their burgers. “Play nice, men,” Coach Brandon scolds. “Listen: I want you to hit the sack early tonight. Seven a.m. tryouts tomorrow and I want you all locked and loaded when you arrive. Got it?” He looks around the table meaningfully. “Locked and loaded.” All the guys look down guilty-like for no reason I can make out. They all nod sheepishly. I glance up at coach who gives me a wink, and he’s off. Swear to God, he packs a lot in one wink. I sip to the bottom of my soda until it makes a loud empty gurgle. I ask the guys, “So what’s he mean by ‘locked and loaded’?” There’s a long pause, until Tommy Durkheim, the youngest of the group, peeps, “We all have to wear these…” “If you make the cut,” interrupts Trent van der Haus, taunting in his rich baritone, “you’ll find out soon enough. But you got to make the cut first, Dupree.” He’s the blondest on the table’s spectrum. His green eyes sparkle like a cat’s. The guys all look at each other covertly. “O-kay,” I say nonplussed, curious but not willing to show it. I look to Drake and Raj for their input, but they’ve clammed up too. “I’m getting another diet soda. Anyone else want a refill.” There’s a cloud over the table now. “O-kay then, just one diet coke.” I get up. Tommy breaks the silence. “Diet cokes makes you gay,” he says looking up quickly at me, then back down at the table. I guess I’m looking at him quizzically, because he adds quickly, “That’s what Reznor says.” Renzor rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say diet coke makes you gay, dick-wipe. I said it makes y’all look gay.” “Hmm,” I say considering the statement while I scan the table nodding my head. Tommy’s studying something interesting in the catsup on his plate. Renzor looking at me challengingly. Paxton and van der Haus are looking at me expectantly. Steve Reynolds head’s down under his hoodie, texting away. Raf’s sitting back stirring his tea with his straw. Drake is caught mid-chew, and has one eyebrow raised at me. “’Funny,” I finally say, “‘cause I was gay a long time before I drank my first diet coke.” Steve Reynolds stops texting and looks up. I leave the silent table behind for the soda machine. When I get back everyone’s gone. I’m not too surprised. I slurp on my soda playing with a second plate of fries. I scan the almost-empty cafeteria. There’s some overweight girls with multi-colored hair in one of the booths, each one quietly texting on their phones. A few tables away, two nerdy guys in matching black-rimmed glasses stare and occasionally type into their laptops. The older lady cafeteria workers in hairnets and white smocks are clearing salt and pepper shakers, refilling napkin dispensers, and wiping down tables. Some of the lights around the serving trays are being switched off. It’s quiet except for the steely stream of cold air coming out of the AC vents, and an occasional “oh my god” coming from the booth of multi-colored hair girls. I take out my flip phone, the one my mom gave me today as a present. I bring up the only number I have stored besides hers and Jacob’s. u there? I type. I get back, yes. I think about Jasper, the goose guy. I think about his weed in my suitcase. 420? I type. There’s a pause, then yes pops on the screen along with a smiley face. I’m a little sad, this being my first night not living at home anymore. Knowing Waldo won’t be sleeping on my bed. A little scared, too, if you want to know the goddamn truth. But the biggest thing, more than anything else I’m feeling? I’m very, very horney. I type in: can i suck ur dick? There’s a really long pause. I’m waiting, finishing my drink. One of the nerds at the other table closes his laptop and reaches across the table for the other nerd’s hand. They clasp hands as an old red-headed cafeteria lady reaches over them and grabs their napkin dispenser. Finally Drake Chadwick, the third number in my contact list, texts me back: f i cn suck u2. *** Micky-G’s moonshine in a canning jar sits between me and Drake out on the lawn behind the library half finished. When I got back up to the dorm it was way too hot to stay in the un-air-conditioned room. The fan did nothing but blow around hot humid air. Avery Beckwith Hall has AC, as do the townhouses, but not good ol’ Hanniford Hall. So I take my reefer, my pipe, Mickey-G’s canning jar, and my roommate, and we traipse down behind the library. It’s dark and the entire night sky is spread out above us. It’s cloudless and there’s no moon, so we have billions of blinking lights outlining our dark shapes. I warn Drake that you don’t need much of Micky-G’s to get a buzz going. And you’ll definitely hurl if you drink too much. And here, take a hit of Jasper’s herb. You get a good balance between the two of them. I don’t think Drake is that familiar with either weed or hooch ‘cause he’s only taking small hits, imbibing on both minimally, and looks, in the dim light, pretty unstable. Me, too, but it’s not my first rodeo, muchacho—hooch, herb, or hombre. Drake falls back taking in the sky and pointing at small shooting stars along the horizon, wordless. I see them too, but it’s him I’m admiring. The enhancements help, but right now, looking at his silhouette, his long nose, the rise and fall of his chest, his sharp chin jutting into the shadowy outline of the Juniper bush, he’s the enhancement I want. I’m horney and happy and nicely roasted. I lean over and kiss him. He’s startled but not unwilling. He’s melting into the grass with me leaning over his face. I sense he’s never had another man kiss him before and, curiously, he draws his finger over the stubble of my nine o’clock shadow. For such a big hunk, his face is soft, smooth, his lips downy. I pass my tongue through his lips and he’s awash in a dreamy, smoldering passion. He’s warm and responsive to everything I’m doing to him. I reach up under his black t-shirt and feel his strong, smooth chest, his racing heart, stroke through the damp hair under his pits. I smell him. He’s between the musk of a freshly run mile and freshly laundered clothes. He’s the good son still, I can tell, but with every kiss, parts of his younger, innocent self wash away. I undo his shorts and slide them down to his knees, then pull down his checkered boxers. He tells me the grass is cold. Only for a minute, I say, and go down on his very hard cock. I can tell I could get him off in a few seconds if I really went at him, but I want it to last and just trace my tongue along his shaft, licking, outlining, every now and then wrapping my lips around his knob, pulling down his foreskin, swirling over his head, tasting bits of smegma buried deep in the bottom of his ridges. I have a white flake on my tongue and kiss him with it. If he wasn’t high he might have been revolted, but like me, in our ardor, it’s something that turns us both on. He’s into it and is clamoring to get into my jeans. I let him. All he has to do is unsnap a few buttons and he’s in. I’m good and stoned, and, yeah, the grass is cold, dewy, and the individual blades of grass astonish my tickled crack, but not more than the feeling of Drake’s hand running over my erection. This boy is good and goes straight in for the killshot, almost making me cum the first time he goes full-Nelson on my pecker. He peels the skin down my shaft, exposing my head. I have a lot more foreskin than he does, and he’s much cleaner than I. I’m trash and I know it and I revel in it. But I’ve a mom that’s a nurse and she’s reined me in. Mostly. His first taste of dick cheese, if I’d had my way, would have packed a lot more punch, but since he’s this great big one-eighty pound virgin, I guess he’s better off with just a hint of rankness. Anyway, we slip into a sixty-nine and he’s dripping and oozing like he needs a plumber and I’m there to lap it up. I’m sure I’m leaking too. He just taste so fucking good, the hooch and the pot say so anyway. I can’t get enough of his big bent dick and he’s acting on the same impulses. First he climbs over me, his giant rod angling over my face. My neck’s pulled back to look up at it, in a perfect position to thrust it deep down my throat. Between his legs, his furry balls dangling, I see the heavens and shooting stars as he slides his shaft into my mouth. Over time I’ve gotten good at deep throating. Practice from cucumbers, bananas, and countless men at the lake. He’s a challenge being so big, but with big challenges come even bigger pleasures. That big cock slides down my throat and ends with his dark pubes stuck up against my nostrils. He smells and tastes of soap, but the longer I spend nursing his huge cock, it starts to meld into that special scent and taste of a man. His acrid crack slowly pushes and grinds its way towards me. I don’t think he knows he’s doing it but his ass crack is coming into shadowy view. His dick pops out of my throat and before he or I even realize it, my tongue is buried between his two smooth white cheeks. I reach my hands up and feel the flexing of his muscled ass. I squeeze them and sense the conflict between what he wants and what he’s afraid to ask for. I pull his cheeks apart and settle that conflict with my tongue, riding deep into the valley to find his hole. He lets out an audible gasp as my mouth covers the entrance to the Drake I want to get to know. I dart my tongue inside and he lets out a fuck into the night air, in the dark, behind the library. We’re shadows writhing in shadows, him riding my face. There’s only the slightest of movements, we’re dark statues frozen on the lawn, the only unseen movement is my tongue tracing a spiral inside his ass, then jabbing into his hole. He emits a quiet moan of gratitude. His hole’s loosening. I feel his sphincter pushing out, wanting me to penetrate him deeper. I happily comply while I reach up his shirt, play with his pin-point nipples. He starts grinding his ass over my face, getting the scruff of my cheeks to burn against his rutting ass. There is no resistance in him, he wants me to go deeper. I wiggle a finger next to my mouth and let the saliva provide the necessary lubrication for my digit to slide in. Into the warm night air, in the shadow of the library lawn, he emits another amazed fuck, and pushes down on my finger so I penetrate him deeper, now up to my second knuckle. He’s still grinding down, but rather than pushing further into to him, I withdrawal a bit and wet my middle finger and let it join the first. Oh fuck, he cries softly, knees on the grass, realizing what it feels like to have two fingers invading him, and before he’s settled comfortably into it, I wet a third and slip it in. “Fuck man,” he says quietly, now aggressively pushing his butt down on my hand. “I’m going to cum,” he pants helplessly as his bucks on my fingers. “Like hell you are,” I say pulling out. “You fucker,” he says, his teeth shining from the light of the library windows. “You fuck,” he says. “Turn on your side.” “Why?” I say, but know where he’s headed. He pulls a small tube of hand cream out of his shorts and dangles it in front of me with a devilish smile. “You thought that far ahead?” I say. “Sneaky, sneaky, honey badger. Was that going to be for me or for you?” “Didn’t know, but I do now. Turn on your side,” he says sure of himself. I toe off my sneakers and slip off my jeans. We’re outside in the shadows, footpaths, flowerbeds, brick staircases, alone, quiet, lit by a billion stars, cloaked by night. I pull off my shirt. His Mario Brothers shirt and khaki shorts come off. His checkered underwear lies over them. We’re naked next to shrubs, dirt, the smell of freshly mowed grass, moist. I roll on top of him. Our hard cocks press into each other’s belly, his dark and my darker pubes intertwine, the dew of the lawn make us slick and slippery. I have one leg between his, and he has one leg between mine. Neither one of us has relinquished who, for the moment, will bottom and who will top. We’re dancing, we’re jockeying for position, we’re enjoying the chase, the pursuit, the open question. Our hands at first clutch tenderly as I bend to kiss him. Then I feel his palms clutching tighter. Then we’re wrestling for control. He’s pushing up as I’m holding him down. He’s bigger but I’m quicker. I flip him and have him pinned so his face is pushed into the grass, but I feel him powering up like a hydraulic lift, slow pushing me back. His face comes out of the grass and he’s wearing a conqueror’s smile. “You can fuck me afterward but I’m going to fuck you this second,” he says, throwing me onto my back, lifting my legs apart. He smears some cream on his dick and sticks his hand under my butt. I feel his fingers run over my hole, then push inside. Like I said, I’m pretty much a virgin with man meat but not unfamiliar with penetration. But there’s a universe of difference between me playing with my hole and someone else doing it. Especially if that someone else is as hot and aggressive as this fucker. He pushes my legs forward and lines up his thick member against my hole, and slowly pushes in. The whites of his eyes shine as does his shimmering wet body. He’s a merman from the sea and he’s diving inside me, burying his thick veined shaft, his foreskin pushing back revealing his velvety knob pushing deeper than even the most daring vegetable has ever gone. How can it hurt and feel so good at the same time? Fuck, yeah, I encourage him. Do it, I whisper in his ear. And he’s in up to his bone. I feel his pubes grinding against my hole, his solid rod spreading the width of my chute apart like its never been spread. I’m trying like mad to get used to his size but he’s frenzied and nineteen and in heat. He doesn’t care about anything but what he wants, and that would be cumming inside me as quickly as he can. I stroke myself and could easily get off this very second. I feel the burn building inside my balls. He’s pounding against them, abusing them with each thrust of his pelvis. Fuck, the thrust and pressure themselves could bust my nut any second I chose to let it, and I’m torn, but Drake decides for me, and holds my legs apart, shudders, breaths strained rushes of air through clenched teeth, and I know he’s cumming inside me deep. I want to cum, too, but I want it to be inside him when I do, so I hold back. It’s an ecstatic moment feeling him rutting inside me, spewing his first load in me, while I wait, watching him return to behind his eyes. His eyes are alive in a new way. Knowing something I don’t yet know. I’m jealous of the fuck. He rolls off me, looking up at the night, smiling. He lies next to me and grabs my hand and brings it up to his mouth, licks it. Doesn’t kiss it, but licks it. That makes me laugh. I comment, “So, we’re batting two for oh, boy-o, aren’t we?” “What’d you mean, boy?” He comes back and leans over my face. He licks my lips. He’s on top of me again, his dick’s still hard. “You gotta cum whenever you can, boy-o.” “Says my wanker roommate,” I say and knock him off me. Both our dicks are hard, standing off our bellies as we lie on our backs squeezing hands. There’s a fireball in the sky, not a small specks of light, but something that lights up our faces. I see his eyes shine. He’s enraptured, blissful. I’m jealous and want his lube. He sees how much lust is in me, scrunches his face uncertain, and grabs for his clothes. “I don’t fucking think so. Turn on your side, boy,” I order. “I don’t know, Dupree,” he says sitting up holding his checkered brief. “I do, Chadwick. Where that tube?” He hands it to me tentatively. “I never…” he begins. “I know. Me neither,” I say back at him. “You'll like it. I'll make sure you do. I’ll go slow. Hell, before, you were ready to have me to fist you.” “What’d’ya mean?” he asks as I lube my cock, shaking my head. I reach between his butt cheeks, those beautiful white boulders I’d first seen this afternoon and have been thinking about ever since. My lubed finger pushes at his hole. Boy is he tight, tighter than when I was fingering him moments ago. He’s purposefully clenching, not wanting me to go any further. “Ow,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can, Kyle.” “You’re not the only boy scout that comes prepared,” I say rifling through my jean pocket. I pull out my bag of T, lick my un-lubed finger and then a second, and stick them in the bag. I pull out white fingers and rub them on his tight hole. “What is it?” he asks, as it goes inside his chute. He’s lubed enough to take my fingers up to my second knuckle. I rub them all around the wall of his wet rectum. He takes a grimaced inhalation. “It burns, man,” he complains. “Just for a second,” I say. I don’t take my fingers out, but leave them in him. After a few seconds I start wiggling the pair around. Then there’s the first moan I’ve been waiting for. His hole seems to not only be loosening up but wanting more stimulation. Another inhalation through his clenched teeth. My fingers inside are conflicting him. He squeezes. My fingers being squeezed is not of rejection but enticement. He doesn’t yet know it, but he wants more. His brain will catch up to his body, but even before it does I lube a third finger and slip it in, then a fourth. He gasps as he thrusts his hips back to take more of my fingers. I’m more than willing to give it to him. On his side, he pushes up on his elbow while he thrust back his ass and starts rocking gently. I go with his rhythm and let him pump himself on my hand until it’s buried up to the crook of my thumb. “Fuck, man,” he whispers. “Fuck that’s good.” “Yeah?” I ask him. “More?” He answers by pushing harder onto my hand. I lube my thumb and the thickest part of my hand. The thumbnail slides it. He’s pushing on me, hungrily, greedily. My thumb knuckle is buried and still he’s rocking, trying to take in more. He’s hissing on the lawn through clenched teeth, writhing, fingers digging into the turf, wanting something he doesn’t have a name for. “Ah-ahh!” he hollers loudly, and I look around to see if anyone hears us. I then realize he’s swallowed my whole hand. “Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he cries, gulping air like a drowning man, his head drooped over. I can’t believe it either. Neither of us can. But it’s done. I don’t move. I wait. We’re like that for some time, unmoving, sweating into the wet grass. I’m hard as a steel beam. He drops to his side, hissing again through his teeth, the slightest of moans germinated from deep inside his chest. He gently moves his hips. Stops. Tests the water. Pushes back a little. Stops. I let him control what we do, but my dick is getting impatient. It’s jealous of the attention my hand’s been given. I lube my shaft. Stroke it slowly. Try to appease it. But it know what it wants, and where it’s going. I slide up behind Drake, let my knob rest between my wrist and the top of his ass. My cock traces down my wrist finding my palm held open at the entrance of Drake’s body. Drake knows what’s what, and begins a torturous journey against my pelvis. He can’t help himself. He’s drawn to the thought of it like I am. He pushes back as I arch forward, the knob of my cock crawling down my palm into his out-stretched hole. He’s drenched, sweat pours down his back, off his butt, dripping on my arm; his body burning on the lawn. I fear any moment he’ll spontaneously combust, become nothing but ashes. His desire is burning as hot as mine, he’s as determined. I push forward and he pushes back, in small minuscule movements. Then, with a pop and a gasp from both of us, suddenly, like falling through an hourglass, I’m inside his ass, his hot lava ass. He cries out even louder, his fuck is deeper, more lustful, craven. He’s molten inside. His fire surrounds my hand, my groin is a wick ignited. His body makes me insane. My fist and cock move around inside this crushing volcano, my cock clenched tightly inside my fist. No anatomy book prepares you. The body is a body, wet, liquid, flesh, a hundred degrees Fahrenheit, pliable, strong, vulnerable, unimaginable; the mind is only one small occupants of the body. I know what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But it’s not knowing, it’s feeling that composes the body. He feels so fucking good, what I’m doing to him is a violation against his surrender. That makes me even harder. He growling next to me like a mongrel clinging to a bone, my fist, my cock. I lick the sweat off his spine. My free hand reaches across his slick torso, and I grab his steely cock. I fuck him from behind, jacking myself off in him and jacking him at the same time. We’ve found a rhythm we can sustain, not for long but forcefully. I’m breathing through clenched teeth. Wanting to hurt him, wanting to bring him pain and with it, massive, fierce, masculine satisfaction that only males can satisfy in other males. Fuck, he cries with my fist violently ramming up his shithole. We find a plateau of ferocity, a place where I could abuse him indefinitely, and he knows it, I know he knows it, except I’m feeling his dick leak, then spurt, then gush, then his ass squeezes my fist internally. The dominos of orgasm are falling mightily. His seized ass is pulling the cum straight out of me. I have no choice but to shoot, a steady stream of cum liquefies his perfect hole. I quake for a moment at the precipice, appreciate his beauty and his submission, then fall endlessly, rush after rush of pleasure, filling him with me. “Stop. Wait,” he gasps, trembling, after only seconds have passed. “Please don’t move,” he begs as I still feel a stream of semen flow into his bowels. I squeeze my fist to push out a few more drops, a last shudder, and then relax my hand. “I’m not moving,” I say, and it’s true. I’m locked within him. Only he can release me. He’s shaking and I pull him in tightly with my free arm. I stroke his heaving chest. Is he cringing? I can’t tell but his body quivers. I feel his guts rumble and tense, and he shits out my cock and hand savagely with a harsh grunt of exhalation. “Fuck!” I yowl at the intensity of the sensation of having my cock and first aborted all at once. He rolls over on his stomach, buries his face in the grass, his dark hair matted to his scalp. He’s a beautiful mess and I want to hold him. I slip an arm over his broad shoulders but he throws it off, hiding his face in the shadowy blades. I’m stung by his turnaround but I’ll wait for him as long as he wants. I won’t get dress. I’ll wait with him till daylight when the safety officers discovers our naked bodies on the library’s back lawn. I pick up the Mason jar half full of Micky-G’s moonshine, twist open the top and take several unwise swigs. I screw the lid tight and lay back, looking up at the inky sky; watch for a long, long time as meteors and satellites glide across the firmament above us. I lay the back of my hand on the small of his back. He rocks it off. I rise on an elbow. I want him to look at me, to show him I’ll lick his slimy guts off my hand, I have no pride, I’d be his mutt if he'll be mine—but his face remains buried. I lie back and find the rings around nearby Saturn, tick off the moons of Jupiter—Ganymede, Io, Callisto, Europa, Themisto, Amalthea, Elara. I stare into the black holes where the stars aren’t anymore. Observe galaxies whirl, whole universes dance through each other, disburse in a prism of gas. I see far off stars hurtling toward me at a million light-years a second, while others swim into the black emptiness toward oblivion, never to be heard from again. Like people do. “Drake?” I ask a bit panicked at how quickly I'm alone in the universe. “You there?” The vacuum of space swallows the question. u there drake? He’s a digital ghost, a celestial body untethered. I can’t reach him though he’s inches away. I don’t know how to chart this course; I’ve never traveled here before. Did I do something wrong? Do something right? The longer I stare the more I see the stars aren’t white; have never been. Some glow red, some yellow, others are a ghostly blue. I feel the earth rotating under me, the lawn taking me along for the ride. The constellations wheel across the black vault above. Their stories elbow into my brain—the hunter, the serpent, the bears, the belt, the lion, I know them all, just like at home on our trailer’s roof. Same stories, same stars; stories spread down through millennia, through a trillions souls, eventually to mine. I’m drunker than shit and will probably puke in a moment. I’ll push dirt over the puke like it never happened. As I look above my head, upside down at the library windows, three figures stand peering through the glass, backlit, unmoving. Even with the world upside down as it is, the central figure in a blue sweater, with salt and pepper hair, comes into focus. Coach Brandon. What I can’t comprehend in my addled brain, what I can’t wrap my mind around, is why he’s there standing next to a dark figure in a cowl and, on his other side, why there’s a bald guy whose head shines in a mosaic of tattoos. None of this makes sense. Huh. But I can tell you this: coach just winked at me. That’s the second time tonight.

Yesterday I decided to go back to club Orlando got there about 4 rented the room and waited in 15 min this 25 year old stud comes in He tells me he is married but likes to ass fuck He also says he does not like rubbers he asks would I be fucked bareback by a married guy Sure He lubed his dick and wanted me on my stomach He went right in and bucked me hard for 10 min till he came. He stayed in and got hard again He dropped a second load in me He pulled out and said thanks Never saw him again

If a bottom asks me for a condom, I'll always say yes. What they don't know is that I buy my condoms in bulk at Costco at the start of every winter. I keep them inside my BBQ grill in the backyard all winter so they sit in sub-zero weather for months, then move them to my car trunk at the start of every summer so they get roasted in heat for a few more months. And now they're ready, because it's now back-to-school season. Same routine every year. Did I bring any lube? Of course I did. They don't know it's Vaseline though. This little 19-year-old invited me over to his one-bedroom apartment, starting his sophomore year of college, recently heartbroken by his college fling of a boyfriend and now looking to explore with a daddy type since he's so over "boys his age." He had a typical twink frame at 5'7" being toned but not muscular, hairless except for his shaggy dirty blonde hair on top of his pretty face with green eyes, and introverted body language as if he needed to be fostered like a lost puppy. This fag was bound to get into trouble eventually in the wrong hands, it just so happens to be mine. I'm going to throw this bitch around with my 6'1" ex-football player dad bod, but only after I've gained his trust. It's so much more satisfying that way, plus this one seems dumb as shit, best to get into his head now so he knows what he's made for. As I lay in his double bed beside him, spooning his body with mine, I can tell he's melting in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, hungering for affection, and I indulge every little bit of his desires. His moans and purring confirms what I know, he's in heat. I smell his neck gently and slowly before licking it, gliding my tongue towards his earlobes as I take a nibble, simultaneously pinching his pink nipples. I feel his tender body jolt every few moments against my hairy chest, his smooth little butt bucking against my dripping uncut 8" member. His little cock was dripping precum, a short little 4 incher sticking straight out spraying pre every time he spasmed from pleasure, the pre what would become my lube for his pussy. My lips found his and I invaded his sweet teenage mouth, ravishing his untainted taste, getting riled up at the thought of injecting him with my poison. And it will be all his fault when he finds out, because he should've been asking me the right questions, it was just too easy to fool this fag. "Hey baby boy, do you have a condom? I want to make sure we're playing safe..." I whispered gently into his ear. "Sorry daddy, me and my ex always fucked bare because we were monogamous..." the twink asked. Most tops would say no and pressure their fag to take it anyway, not that this one needed any convincing. But the process usually starts with just gently teasing the hole, circular motions, always with just the tip, and then they get so hungry after the head slips in "by accident" that they inevitably just succumb to their needs and takes a raw dicks. Fags are simple minded creatures. But my style is covert, as if I'm an agent on a mission. I want zero perceived culpability. I'm the good daddy that could never hurt you on the outside. On the inside I'm thinking you fucking dumb little shits, a horny bottom's stupidity turns me on so fucking much and they deserve to get knocked up. That's the only real way to learn about sexual education, not that garbage they teach you in high school. "Aww baby, I'm a little nervous now..." I pretended to say. The little twink got worried about being rejected immediately and turned his angelic little face towards mine with worried eyes. "B-but, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" he asked in trembles. "I don't usually do this hookup app thing that often, I know it's more for boys your age like you who wants to play around all the time, I get it you're young and horny nonstop, I just, we have to be cautious especially with people on the internet," I explained. And before he could utter a single retort, I hurriedly asked my next question which I knew would seal the deal. "You promise me you're clean, right?" I asked along with convincingly fearful anticipation. I had to be the level-headed top, the safe one. "Oh my God yes, daddy I promise, I promise I'm clean, I'm a good boy, I've only ever been fucked by my ex, nobody else, I swear on my life I'm clean" he pleaded. "I mean, I guess I can trust you baby, but I mean, I've only known you since tonight... We have to use a condom okay? Thankfully I brought some just in case, call me old-fashioned, but you have to be prepared. Here, I'll even leave an extra one for you, a cute boy like you I'm sure gets a lot of action," I said, with the not-so-subtle subtext that basically reads him like a slut. "No, no, daddy, I won't need it, I mean, unless I'm with you again?" he asked. Desperate little cunt, he is. He's so hungry for my approval he hasn't even asked me my status. "Let's start slow, okay baby? Here, let's just feel close to each other while you wrap my cock up for me, can you do that baby?" I requested as I pecked him with a bunch of mini-kisses to show affection. Without a word the twink grabs the condom wrapper, rips it open and reaches between his legs, past his little cock and starts to unroll the latex on my thick erect pole poking out between his legs. He needs to wrap it so he knows it's there, he feels ownership over his own safety. It'll be his fault if it breaks, because he put it on wrong. With my cock sheathed and prepared, I pinch his little dick with my left hand to grab his pre, he squeals with delight as I rub his tender little boy head, and I proceed to grease my dong with his copious precum. Before I attempt to put pressure on his pussy, he suddenly reaches out to his bedside table and grabs a bottle of poppers. Oh, this is gonna be good. He returns back into position being my little spoon as he starts to huff. I circle my cock head on his sphincter as he huffs, and as soon as the poppers get recapped with the top, I start to sink my cock inside this teen hole. Slowly, firmly, deeply. "Ooohhhhh, m-m-my, GOD!!!!!! Dah-deeeee!" he screams as his pretty eyes bulge out of his eyes, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press against him, bending him slowly forward while nestled in the big spoon of my body. "Shhhh, shhh, it's okay baby boy, it's okay, just let me in, okay? Your hole has a visitor who needs to be let in, and you want to invite him in don't you?" I cooed into his ear. He began thrashing from pain and pleasure but started to steady his breathing before replying. "Y-y-yes, daddy, I'm just, I'm just so FULL, my dick feels like it's going to explode, I've never felt like this before..." he explained in a euphoric state. I knew his prostate was firing off pleasure signals all over his teenage body. He's beginning to feel what he's meant to feel like, finally. He's also squeezing my throbbing cock with his pretty pussy involuntarily as he struggles, and with only my spit as lube that rubber's bound to break any second. Before it does I make my next move. "Maybe some lube will make it fit easier baby, do you have any lube?" "N-n-no daddy, sorry, I've never needed it because my ex's cock was never as huge as yours!" "Damn, alright, no condoms OR lube?" I asked, passively and aggressively suggesting that he's a slut. "Uh-uh I mean, I" he stammered. "Oh wait, I remember, I have some Vaseline that I use for my lips when it gets dry out, that should do the trick, hold on a second," I replied as I withdrew my wrapped cock from his hungry hole. He groaned from feeling empty as I pulled out and got on all fours on the bed as I grabbed my little pot of Vaseline from the pocket in my jacket on the ground beside the bed. I got behind this teenage ass and slapped my sheathed dick on his hole a few times as he enjoyed another hit of his poppers. I passed him the Vaseline pot after taking the lid off. "Wanna lube up daddy's cock for me, baby boy?" "Yes daddy!" And with that he proceeded to stick two fingers into the little pot and smeared the Vaseline all over my cock very excitedly. Since it was only his hands this whole time wrapping me up and lubing me up, he can't blame me if the condom breaks. Which it will once he starts squeezing my cock again with his pussy while the Vaseline breaks down the latex. Fucking dumb neg twink. He positions the head of my wrapped cock to his hole and starts pulling me in. I slowly enter him until his hand leaves my cock, at which point I drive balls deep in one motion. "Ohhhhh-my-GAWD daddy! You're hitting all my spots!" the little bitch said. He took yet another hit of his poppers and started to buck like a bronco against my cock. "Damn boy, you need to slow down or you're going to make me cum!" "FUCK yes daddy, I want to make you feel good! Does my pussy feel good to you, daddy? Do you like that? Am I being a good boy for you?" "Oh fuck yes baby boy, but I want to enjoy this for longer, your pussy is really working my cock, damn!" I slap his right ass cheek, and with that, I knew the rubber was a goner. I'm now rawdogging this slut and I know he's already getting some pre in his guts because I leak like a faucet. I didn't need the Vaseline, it's just assurance for the illusion. But now it's gametime. "Mmmmm, I feel soooo good hearing you say that, daddy, I'm so proud that I can make you feel good!" This teen sub faggot just kept going and didn't let up. This is perfect, I needed him in heat, for his horniness to take over to make him feel all the guilt for what's about to happen. "B-baby, you, you gotta take it easy, daddy's feeling too good! Fuck baby! I love your pussy!" "Mmmmm good because I'm feeling sooooo good right now daddy, I've never felt more full! I just need it more and more!" He was in an absolute frenzy, piledriving his ass onto my rod, he's so bottomed out and gooned out on his prostate pleasure that he's not even listening to me anymore. "Baby I should pull out just to check-" "NO, daddy! Stay inside!" "But I just want to check-" "No daddy your cock is perfect inside me, you can't pull out now this feels SO AMAZING! Don't leave my ass, PLEASE!" He was squeezing my ass extra hard now, but with all the Vaseline and my poison precum sloshed inside his teenage guts the feeling was starting to make me tremble, my poz load boiling inside my balls, imminently boiling over to flood his young guts. "B-baby, if you keep doing that with your ass daddy's gonna... daddy's gonna..." "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCKING BREED ME!" "OH FUCK I'M CUMMINGGGG!!!!!" I slammed into his pretty pussy one last time and I throbbed, hard, for at least 1 full minute. My cock just kept throwing up semen over and over again, I could feel the pulses of my cock reverberate deep inside his ass as he squeezed my cock back in-kind with every volley of cum leaving my body. It wasn't until I finally finished and started to come down from my euphoria that I realized the boy came hands free beneath me. And damn, did that boy shoot lots, and far. It was like a Pollock painting on the bed sheets. We were both raggedly breathing, slowing down as I slumped over his smooth and beautiful twink body. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear lobes. "Thank you, wow, you are incredible." The twink turned his head backwards with what looked like tears in his eyes. He had a mixture of sadness, relief, but most of all, satiated lust in his eyes. I knew he was thinking about his boyfriend right now, but also of what a good fuck we just gave each other. He began to kiss me, and I returned his kiss with the same tenderness. He breaks for a second to look into my eyes. "That was, the best sex I've ever had in my life. Wow, my ex never fucked me like that. I've only ever cum handsfree from playing with dildos, but never while actually getting fucked. You were my first!" He began kissing me with more tongue and passion this time. This boy is bonding to me. I couldn't have asked for a better way for this to turn out, because it sets up my next maneuver. "Let me just pull out, baby, I'm still inside you," I said with a wink. I stood myself back up on my knees by steading my arms and hands on his ass cheeks. I ever so slowly began to pull out my cock from his hole that seemed to still suck me back in if it could. And this is where I should be nominated for an Oscar. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I screamed. "What's wrong?! What happened?!" the twink squealed as he quickly turned himself to me also on his knees on the bed. There he stared down at my cock with the condom shredded, hanging by a thread of my still slicked pole with his ass juices and my cum. It honestly made my cock jump again and caused another glob of cum to flick onto the twink's little boner. "The condom, it broke! The fucking condom broke! Oh no, oh no, this is horrible, fuck how could this have happened!" I demanded with such remorse and regret. I was actually incredibly turned on at this moment but channeled my passion into my "anger." The twink had to understand that I was upset and would never want this to happen. "Oh fuck, I don't know, how could th-" "I told you! I wanted to pull out to check to see if the condom was still okay, but you begged me to stay inside and squeezed my cock so hard with your ass, it must've made the rubber break from all that pressure, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I should've put the condom on myself to be sure it was on properly, FUCK! I'm so stupid!" I yelled as I put my face into my hands. The boy sounded like he was about to start bawling. Just as I wanted, he has now assumed responsibility blindly for me breeding his neg ass. "I gotta go, I need, I need to go to a clinic or something right now, I'm so freaked out," I suggested to myself. "But you said you were clean, right?" "Of course I'm clean, but I can't be sure that you are! Look, you're real sweet, but I barely know you, I don't know who you've been with or what you do with other guys- "Daddy I promise you're only the second person I've ever been with! I swear I'm clean!" "I know you're saying that, but I'm sorry I don't know you well enough to truly believe that yet. I need to go, I'm so sorry," I explained as I quickly gathered my clothes on. The boy was desperate for words but nothing came out except for some indeterminable noises. He was in crisis mode but his brain couldn't work fast enough to say something to make me calm down or stay. That little innocent idiot. I looked at him one more time once my shoes were on, and gave him a look that must've read that I'm trying to be polite, but most of all worried. I half-smiled at him and bolted for the front door and then the stairs to the ground floor of his apartment. As I started my car on the side of the road just outside his building, I get a notification from the boy. FreshTwinkie13: Daddy, I'm so so sorry, I promise you I'm telling the truth. I'll get tested and show you my results, I swear! I hope this isn't the last time I see you :( I'm not sure whether I'll see this little faggot again. I'll decide later. Whether he tests neg or poz, it doesn't matter really. Either way, it's all his own fault.

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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.

Part 11: Skipping School I slept until noon. I was exhausted and hungry from my two day cock binge. When I got up and went downstairs I ran into another guy. He greated me and introduced himself as Nick's roommate Adam. I made small talk for a bit and eventually decided I could go for an afternoon fuck, although it kinda felt like it was still morning to me. I knocked something of a table and made sure he could see my new tattoo as I bent down to retrieve it. I was a bit disappointed when he didn't make a move. I made a few suggestive comments that he either missed or ignored. I finnally gave up and told him I was getting a cab to take me home and to thank Nick for helping me out. I called a cab and sat with Adam while I waited. I was starting to feel a bit awkward when he asked if I wanted a blowjob while I waited. I was a bit surprised by how forward he was about it. I told him that I preferred to be fucked. "We'll I'm a bottom" he said "so that's not gonna work." "Then I guess I could go for a blowjob" I said He dropped to his knees and began throating my cock. He was pretty good and it definitely helped pass the time as I waited for my driver. As soon as the cab arrived I thanked Adam for the head and slipped out. I asked the driver to bring me to a a box store that was a 10 minute walk from the place where daddy had agreed to pick me up at 3pm. It was around 1:30 when I got dropped off. I picked out some new clothes that fit me better than than the ones Nick had loaned me. After a quick change in the bathroom, I walked to my pickup spot and waited. Daddy picked me up and as usual I sucked his cock on the ride to his house. He parked in the garage and we got out and went to the living room. He poured a pair of drinks we chatted for a bit as we drank. I'd barely had anything to eat over the prior days, just a small snack here and there. As a result the alcohol made me light headed very quickly. Since he had a rule about me fucking other guys without his permission, I decided I didnt want him to see the ANAL SLUT tattoo on my lower back. He poured us each a second drink and directed me to follow him. He then led me upstairs for the first time. The master bedroom was very nicely furnished and quite large. To hide the tattoo, I sat on the edge of the edge of the bed facing him as I undressed and quickly slipped under the covers. He finished undressing and dimmed the lights before walking around and climbing into the bed on the otherside. He was laying on his back with his arms behind his head. I rolled over and put my arm across his him, resting my head on his chest. He lowered one of his arms, resting it on my backside. We stayed in bed, cuddled up together, for about a half hour. I kissed on his chest as I lowered my hand to begin massaging his flaccid cock. As his cock began to grow in my hand I slid further under the covers kissing on his body the whole way down. I continued to stroke his cock as I reached his pelvis. I gave his cock a good lick from the base to the head and repositioned myself between his legs. I began working his cock with my mouth. I thought about how much I gaged the first time he pushed the head into my throat. Now I had no trouble taking the whole thing. I enjoyed the feeling of it pulsing and getting harder in my throat. My blowjob skills had greatly improved and he seemed almost paralyzed as I gave him one of the best sloppy blowjobs I'd ever given. I sucked his cock for over 20 minutes before he finnally grabbed the back of my head and began to take control. He had hold of my hair and was fucking my throat like it was sextoy. He was pushing deeper and faster than I was used to, but I was still managing. He pushed me down all the way and held me in place. He didnt let up until I finnaly gagged a bit. I think he wanted to hear me gag on his cock. He grabbed my head with both hands and started rocking his hips and he slammed his cock in and out of my throat. This was now the hardest throating I'd ever done. I manged another 10 minutes without gagging. I noticed that it seemed like he was getting frustrated. I thought maybe he liked the way it felt when I choked and gagged while he was in my throat. Or maybe he just preferred guys who didn't act like where's. I stopped trying to hold back my gag reflex and began to cough and gag as he fucked my throat. Daddy started to seem like was really enjoying himself. I felt he was getting close to cumming and pulled away. I slid myself up to saddle him and lowered my ass onto his cock. It felt good to ride him and I got lost in the feeling as I bounced on his hard cock. I started to rub my cock and after a few minutes olof grinding, shot my load onto his chest. As I finished cumming he began to moan and flooded my ass with seed. I maintained my position but leaned forward to lick my cum off his body. He stayed hard and I held him inside me while I cleaned up all of the cum I had shot onto his chest. After my dismount, I licked his cock clean and returned to the position we had started from, with my head resting on his chest. We stayed in the bed until it was time for him to bring me back to the meeting spot. He dropped me off and, after a while,m y mom picked me up and brought me home. She did ask where I had been over the weekend. I assume that she figured I stayed with a friend. I think she knew I had been getting into 'trouble.' Although her idea of trouble was minor rule breaking, like having beers with my friends. To be continued...

chapter 5: I wake up but I can’t see anything, and I can’t seem to move my arms or legs, plus my asshole feels sore and feels like it’s leaking something wet. I realize I’m blindfolded and on my back, but not on a bed but some kind of swing or sling. I suddenly feel a protrusion at my hole and the poor thing offered no resistance, what feels like a dick just slides right in and the sounds it makes are so fucking sloppy as it fucks me. “Nasty little whore!” The man grunts as he pounds me hard for a final three pumps. This repeats for what feels like an hour, just dick after dick in varying sizes pumping my hole full of cum and calling me depraved thing like cumslut, cumwhore, cumdump, cumpig, everything with the word cum infront of it. And I feel my insides flooded with with cum, just churning and sloshing around inside me as I’m used and abused past what I can handle, often leaking out good amounts of cum around the dicks that are inside of me. Eventually I hear a door close and a lock turn. “How’s the cumdump whore?” Zach says. After a moment of silence I realize he must be talking to me. “Please let me down Zach I can’t take anymore.” *SLAP* He slaps my face and my blindfold slides a little. He then takes it off as he says, “You call me sir, you fucking got it!?” And as he takes off my blindfold I see the light from a camera to the side. “Yessir sorry sir.” I mumble. I notice I’m still at the bathhouse but not in that same room I started in, there’s not a bed in this room. “Do you know how many loads you just took cumwhore?” Zach says with an evil grin on his face. “No sir I don’t.” “Poor little slut got fucked so much he couldn’t keep count huh? I know that’s just how you like it. Now say thank you Luke.” My eyes widen in panic, I don’t want to say thank you on camera especially after he just used my name! But I know the consequences so I hesitantly say, “Thank you sir.” “Thank you for what, cumdump Luke?” “Thank you for all the loads.” I don’t know what he wanted me to say but I gave it my best guess. “Get ready for your last one.” Zach steps inbetween my legs and slides his hard dick into my wrecked and sloppy hole. He instantly starts pounding with everything he has, my hole responding with leaking dollops of cum and making sloppy ass sounds. “That’s the sound of a good fucking whore!” Zach says. “Can’t even take my dick without pushing out cum to make room!” He then grabs my rock hard dick, something I wasn’t even aware of until this moment and starts jacking it furiously. “Is that enough cum for you slut? Are you able to get off now that almost everyone in the bathhouse has used you?” My mind goes blank, I didn’t realize I was this close to cumming and it’s gonna be a big one. I start to shoot load after load onto my chest moaning from how good the relief feels. “FUUUUCKING FAGGOT!” Zach shouts as he pounds me rough as hell for a few moments absolutely churning and sloshing what I used to know as my straight virgin asshole, and he grabs the camera and aims it at my face and body getting the load I just shot all over myself then pans to his dick in my ass as he shoots the final load of the night up inside me. His dick coated in strangers cum, he pulls out swiftly and my hole gushes out cum like a waterfall. “DAAAAAAAMN Luke!” He slaps his cummy dick on my now gaping cummy hole. “You live up to your name as Luke the Cumdump for sure! Maybe I’ll just leave you here and come get you tomorrow.” He says as he aims the camera at my now panicking face. “No sir please don’t! I’ll be good, I’ll even let you fuck me again! Just don’t leave me here please!” Still recording he picks up something from the floor and unlocks and walks out the door. I’m almost in tears, I don’t want to be stuck here at the mercy of random men all night. But a few minutes later Zach comes back in with the camera turned off. “Chill out, I’m not gonna leave you here.” I let out a huge sigh of relief. “But I do have something I want you to see.” He says with a devilish grin. He lets me out of my restraints and it takes a second for my legs to remember how to work. Zach helps me put on my cheetah panties and plug but by the time we get the plug in my hole my panties are already soaked with cum in the back and some is dripping down my legs. Zach makes a point to take a few pictures saying little remarks like, “Fucking nasty” and “Damn whore.” Then he asks, “Are you ready for your surprise?” I gulp nervously, “Yes sir.” “Alright then let’s get you home.” As we walk out into the hallway I see immediately what my surprise is and my heart drops into my stomach, it would drop further if it could. Because on the walls every couple of feet were the pictures of me from my earlier package, all with sharpie writings like: ‘Cumslut in sling room taking loads’, ‘Cumwhore desperate for dick and cum in sling room’, ‘Cumdump needs to be filled to the max, find me in the sling room’, and many variations like those. I felt so ashamed as I passed by so many guys who were giving me compliments on my slutty hole, how good it felt, how sloppy it was, what a whore I am. I looked over at Zach and he was loving every second of it, fucking asshole, I hate him. When we get to the entrance he hands me my clothes and says get dressed and wait here. He returns with all the pictures, thank god I was afraid we were gonna leave them. “It’s getting late, about time I get you home.” When I get home it’s around 10:00 Pm. My dad is watching TV in the living room, but he obviously heard the front door open cause he’s turned and looking my way. “Hey kid you ready for bed?” Oh fuck I forgot I was sleeping in his bed tonight. “Yeah let me just shower first.” “Use the master bathroom then, I’ll be up in a second.” FINALLY I was gonna be able to wash all this filthy cum off of me, I smelt more like a whore house than I did a whore. When I got to the master bathroom I turned on the shower and started taking off my clothes facing away from the door. But as I was pulling my pants down my brother walked in. “I thought I heard a faggot.” “What do you want? I’m about to shower.” But when he didn’t respond I turned around to see what was up, the little fucker had his phone out! “Stop recording me you little shit!” I lunged at him but he ran out the door and I was too tired to chase him. I go back to where I was and start slowly working the plug from out of my hole, it slides out with a *slurp* and plops onto the ground. “Holy hell,” I hear from behind me. “Dad!?” I go to turn around but his hands are already at my hips. He guides me to the sink and bends me over it, “You’ve clearly made room for one more load, your fucking teammates are fucking lucky if you’re putting out this much!” I feel his large dick poking at my aching gaped hole. “Maybe you are a faggot son, and on top of that you’re a slut but I guess that’s okay cause from now on we can take care of each other.” “But dad I-“ “No buts! Truth be told I’m really you’re step-dad but I wasn’t planning on telling you. Your brother, he’s mine though. So from now on no buts! Unless it’s this slutty fucking ass!” I don’t even have time to think before he gives me a really hard spank, leaving a handprint on my cheek. “FUUUCK OUCH!” I yell. “Shut up slut, you don’t want the neighbors to find out do you?” He pulls down my cum soaked panties and stuffs them in my mouth. “Don’t spit them out unless you want 100 more swats like that one” He pushes his big dick into my hole and I start to whimper, it hurts because I’ve been used so much already but mainly because his dick is just so big that I can feel it stretching me out. A good amount of cum leaks around and onto his dick, “Fuuuuuuck you’re such a slut son, I’m not gonna hold back since you can clearly take it.” And he really doesn’t hold back but I notice my dick get hard. “Yeah I can tell you like that boy, go ahead and jerk off!” For the first time I start to pleasure myself while getting fucked and my dad starts to fuck me softer, “That’s it boy, I’m gonna let you cum first, there you go son.” As he slows down and I start jerking off and it actually starts to feel good. I feel my cum building up and I surprise myself by moaning softly. My dad grabs my hips firmly and starts pumping a little harder, but still slowly. “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” I say as I suddenly start shooting my load into the sink, “Me too boy!” My dad says as he pumps hard for a final few thrust then pulls out of my ass and cum leaks down my legs. I’m surprised when suddenly I’m pushed firmly against the sink and I feel my dad licking up the cum dripping down my legs and he starts eating my hole sucking the cum out. I’m seeing stars as I’ve never felt anything like it and I don’t hate it exactly. He slaps my ass a few times while telling me to push out the cum and he sucks it up. After a minute or two I feel his softening dick pressed against my ass and he pulls my hair so my head leans back. He places his mouth against mine and I instinctively start to kiss but he just lets all the cum in his mouth run into mine and it happens so fast I don’t have time to think. He than demands, “Swallow.” And I do without a second thought. “Now you can shower boy, you’ve earned it.” He says with one final slap to my ass. We showered and climbed into bed, we slept on opposite sides of the bed but in the morning I woke up face down with dad on top grinding his dick into my crack. “Goodmorning son, shall we greet the day with some father son bonding?” He says starting to slide into my hole. “Dad I’m not gay!” as I don’t know why I enjoyed last night but I don’t think we should repeat it. “Not gay? You came while I was fucking you! You can keep this roleplay up if you want but I’m fucking you either way.” And he starts pumping furiously until he unloads in my hole, using me like a cheap whore for a quick morning load . “Alright I gotta get dressed and head to work, be a good boy today and serve your teammates as well as you did daddy!” He kisses me on the forehead and hoped in the shower. Just then I got a text from Zach, he had another package for me. Fucking hell. This time I went outside in a robe but I found Zach waiting for me instead of just a package. “Let’s go inside!” He led me up to my room and closed the door. “Get naked and bend over the bed, I’m gonna use you before I give you my next gift. I don’t even know how to fight him anymore I just give in to his commands. He starts rubbing his dick on my hole when a little bit of cum leaks out. “What’s this? Surely this isn’t leftovers from last night?” I didn’t respond. He spanked my ass hard, “Answer me faggot!” “No it’s not leftovers!” “Then where did this cum come from? Are you being a little slut for one of your neighbors?” I didn’t want to tell him it was my dads cum! “Yessir it’s from a neighbor who saw me retrieving one of your packages.” “Good slut, I like a hole ready to use.” He fucks my pre-lubed hole with no mercy. My hole making nasty sounds as he churns out my dads fresh load. Until finally he grunted and buried himself balls deep, marinating my inside with his familiar load. “Stay like that” so I stay leaning over my bed with my ass sticking out. “Now for your gift,” Zach pulls out a massive dildo. “You’re going to keep this in you all day during school.” “DUDE you’re fucking kidding!!” “Do I look like I’m kidding bitch?” “Zach please-“ Just then my brother walked in, “Hey Luke we gotta- WHAT THE FUCK!” We all kind of stared at each other in silence for a second before my brother said, “What are y’all gonna do with that fucking big dick?” Zach replied casually, “Luke wants to keep it in his pussy all day at school.” My brother laughed and said, “I knew you were a fucking faggot Luke, but Zach I didn’t figure you as the type?” “Nah man I’m just helping out a friend.” I felt frozen I didn’t want to say anything to piss Zach off but I didn’t want my brother to hear me being Zach’s bitch. “Well carry on but we’re running late Luke we gotta leave soon!” “You go ahead I’ll make sure he gets to school,” says Zach. “Alright later!” And my brother leaves. “Now where were we,” said Zach.

Currently writing a true story of my introduction to Chems, BDSM and how it was not consented to BUT I never said no. A predatory teenager turned in to a chemmed cum dump to be shared

Hi guys bin a while since I have had the time to sit down and tally up all the loads I have taken this past year but with all my travel and trying to gather content for latter adventures lol let’s just say it’s taken a few days for get though it all and count all them loads. as off Nov 20th 2022 I have taken roughly 2900-3000 loads which come out to like 8-9 loads a day but I tend to do 2 night 3 day pump n dumps in a hotel at whatever city I’m in at the time. love SF, ATL, NYC, LA and OKC for some of the best breeding weekends ATL at top with 600ish loads pride week. I have one more weekend planned for the year in a few weeks in Hollywood hope to get 100 or more loads but we all know how that goes lol

Sunday morning I woke up early and horny. For some reason I was lately having dreams of my uncle Jake, for two nights in a row, and today was no exception. Crap like being dressed in a very feminine parade dress and teasing him with my hairless buttocks semi-exposed by the fabric while marching around the kitchen (practicing the step match) were always the part where my dream broke, and I woke up. In tonight’s dream Jake was holding my baton and hitting my ass with it at every turn around the table, while keeping his other hand in his pants, obviously making himself hard. I stayed quiet in bed for a long while, adjusting my breathing, and listening for any sound from around. The usual chorus of the barn, the frogs, and the chirping of early birds were all I could hear. An occasional rooster in the distance would break the monotony, but otherwise the entire place was quiet. Slowly, and still very horny, I got up and washed. I walked down the wooden planks trying to keep the planks from creaking and out, to the outhouse. I filled a bucket of water for after my business. I hated being unclean and I couldn’t understand how uncle Jake and some of the brutes that worked for him could crap, wipe once with newspaper, and then just walk on, and work, and sweat, and go on all day while obviously not being clean! It never ceased to amaze me that the bucket of water was never used for such a primordial aspect of personal hygiene! While sitting and pushing hard, thoughts of Jake and Mr. Barner kept crossing my mind. Dong crossed my mind, too, and how amazing it felt to have him inside me, even though I felt sooooo ashamed, so raped, and so humiliated, last year, around this time. Somehow, the thought of men fucking me always swarmed my mind as I pushed to crap, and I never understood why. After that, I washed myself again, and after making sure I was squeaky clean I went back into the house. I slowly went back up the stairs, and I saw uncle Jake, lighting a red Malrboro and leaning on the wall next to my room’s door frame! In his other hand he was holding his crotch! Seeing me paralysed at the end of the stairs, he gave me a crooked smile and pointed to my room with his cigarette. I obeyed and without a single word, I walked into my room. He followed. And again— without a single word, he pulled down his dirty underwear, and held a sizeable cock in his hand, while staring at my tiny frame, compared to his. I was so horny I slowly dropped to my knees. He approached as he puffed smoke sideways. His snake was a mere 4 inches from my face, and it was hypnotising me. ”You been here two weeks, now, here, nephew! Time you met my friend!” I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. A huge, pink shaft, straight as palm tree, with an enormous, slightly darker helmet, closing in on me. His piss slit, with a tiny drop of a white, gooey substance that was barely making its way out. His helmet’s ridge, pronounced and impossible to ignore. And right after his huge mushroom head, a thick vein was beginning its trail all the way to uncle Jake’s abdomen. Another one was going sideways to under his scrotum! His cock was art!!! I literally gulped his entire shaft before my hand even reached for it. His smell gave me both shivers and a sudden need to throw up, but something about older men fascinated me. Yes, guys like big Greek Dong could fuck for an hour, but older men fucked with your brains, too! ”Ahhhh, yeah! Keep it there, dear!” he exhaled, as his prick was still in my mouth, his whitening pubic hairs scratching my face. “Caress my other two friends— that’s why god gave you two hands!” While I didn’t get his logic, my hands went where he wanted then in less than an instant, as I could feel his girth increase another little bit as my hands massaged his full balls. With one hand I cupped his left testicle, softly as if holding a precious dragon egg, and with my other hand I teased his right ball, using my nails in slow, long strokes. My mouth began to fill with my own juices, and my stomach buckled, I needed air! And still, I didn’t pull out— instead I widened my mouth briefly to a side, gasping for another ounce of oxygen, all just to keep Jake’s cock longer in my mouth, past my uvula, and down the beginning of my throat. ”Yeah, baby! You are a natural!” I heard him say. And then he pulled out. I lunged for air, and he lit another Marlboro with the end of the other one. Chain-smoking! ”Your father told me that last year you had a hiccup because of the parade, and that you ended up being molested. Some even said you were fucked in front of others for the first time!” I looked up at him. ”Is that true?” I nodded. He towered over me, as I knelt in front of his now dangling schlong. “Turn around,” he said, “and put your knees here. Face the window! Doggie-style!” I was too horny, too shocked that he knew all this, and too weak, physically, to not to do exactly as he said. He pulled my underwear down and off my ass, and just under my knees, for which he made me lift each leg for an instant, as I was readying my mind to get fucked by uncle Jake’s long prick. I was too weak to ask for a condom, or beg for a position where I would feel less pain. I knew that in some five hours I would be at the parade, and I would probably be used again, and so I decided that better having an older man like Jake, start my day, than some younger stud who would just rabbit-fuck my rectum to his own tempo. I decided Jake should do me as ever he wished, and if I was going to be his bitch from this day on, well— one less thing to hate in this town. Just as I was about to pull my underwear off my legs, uncle Jake stopped me. He wanted it right below my knees, as he grabbed both my arms. My face was uncomfortably lying on the bed, and so I turned my head sideways to have some air. And then I felt him tie my right wrist to my right leg and the right side of my underwear. He did the same on my left wrist, but I couldn’t guess what did he tie me with. All this time, Jake didn’t say a word, and outside the sky was announcing another sweltering day in the heartland of South Florida. He smeared some kind of cream on my ass, and then I realised that he had brought with him my parade baton! I was hoping he would not use it as a giant dildo on me, but I had the answer to that question in less than three seconds, as I felt the end of it caressing the edges of my sphincter. “Push, baby!” he ordered. I did. I closed my eyes. ”More,” he whispered as I could hear him masturbating himself back to full hardness. I pushed more. He kept going at my sphincter but the baton was simply too thick. Suddenly, I felt pain as Jake gave my ass a slap, stronger than I could ever imagine a slap to be. I literally hurt both my wrists as my body jerked from the whip, and I realised he tied me with some of the hide he had left over after doing one of his custom made bull hide whips. I gave a loud scream and tears sprung off my face, and I prepared for a second hit. It never came. Instead, he whispered “Open, baby. Give me a little, young rose!” I didn’t understand what it meant but I pushed as hard as I had never pushed before. The baton touched my sphincter again and it went in!!! I couldn’t describe the feeling of the stick in my ass, after he held it in me for what seemed like an eternity. But once the pain subsided, I swear I was in pussy heaven as he kept sliding it in and out of me. He sometimes paused, and added more of whatever cream he was using to the giant dildo that was fucking me so rigidly. He sometimes twisted it at angles, probing my insides, and I felt him go past my inner ring, once or twice, at which he would just say something like “good baby, good baby!” After some 20 minutes of this he slowly removed the baton and placed himself behind me. I couldn’t see any of it, and my wrists were hurting like hell, but I knew he was going to fuck me, probably seed me, and maybe even make me suck his cock clean afterwards. “Ahhh, yeah,” he exclaimed as his mushroom head went past my ass pussy. I wriggled a little but I knew I would love it in less than a minute and so I moved back, trying to show him that I wanted his cock— all of it, just like I had it in my mouth, half an hour earlier. He gave an approving sound to my invitation and when I felt his head pop past my inner sphincter, he gave a loud grunt of satisfaction. He grabbed my hips, and started to shake my lightweight frame toward his penis, and off his penis, and again onto his penis, as if I didn’t weigh more than a bag of two pounds of sugar. He was impaling me fully with every thrust, and he was so enjoying it, that I somehow felt proud that it was me, my body— that gave him so much pleasure. He would pause every so often, and I felt that he was watching himself disappear inside me, with a soft grunt. I was waisted but I enjoyed every single attack, every single piston push, and then I heard him grunting harder and harder. ”Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” I cinched my eyes closed and decided to try to follow his thrusting. On every push I would open, I would really push hard to let him go as deep as he may. And on every pull out, I would tighten my stomach muscles to tighten his cock as if letting him know that my pussy wanted him inside, forever if possible. He fucked me harder than ever for another minute or so, and then he stopped. He planted himself firmly in me, and I thought I could count at least six of his gushes, permeating the insides of my colon. He screamed and his thighs shook as one gush of semen after another, were running out from his body, straight into mine. In my mind, I already knew that I would try to keep uncle Jake’s sperm in me, for as long as I could. But then there was the parade! It suddenly struck me, even as my uncle was still buried inside me. Would they humiliate me like last year? They already called me “goat” due to how small and skinny I was! Uncle Jake’s cock began to deflate, and I felt every inch of it as he removed himself from me. “Yeah, baby!” he kept murmuring, as he untied me. He laid back on my bed, and with a smile on his ugly face, he lit another Marlboro. I decided I wasn’t going to wait for him to ask me, and after massaging my wrists for a bit, I crawled between his legs and began kissing the tip of his cock. He immediately gave a happy ohhhh and I felt so proud. I licked his cock clean, and showed him how I loved to suckle a spent penis, after his load was deeply embedded in my entrails. ”You taste delicious,” I said. “Even if you never use that outhouse bucket.” He didn’t hear me. He was already asleep as the sun was coming out. I extinguished his cigarette and dressed up. It was time for Parade Practice…

You still fulfilled one of your most important functions.

Freshly bred. Grateful for a few hard tops that can appreciate a chub ass like mine.

I definitely need more cock and cum in my fat ass.

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

Went in for a massage as my back was was quite tight. Started the massage like with no inclination of anything extra being offerer. About half way through he places his uncut cock on my hand, and then whispers in my ear, do you bottom? When i said yes, he replied he'd be back as he needs to get a condom. Back in the room, condom on, he starts sliding between my crack and adds more oil, he tries entering but im quite tight so he ends up loosing his hardon. He pulls back and starts fingering my tight hole during which i heard the distinction noise of the condom coming off. He then quickly slides into me raw and starts to fuck me deep. I knew he was in raw but decided to just ask if he has a condom on, he said yes and proceed to fuck me harder. He started to moan and then blew his load in me. He pulls out and and grabs the condom and acts like he was taking it off. Off to the shower and confirmed his load was leaking out my tight hole. Definitely going back for a repeat

A couple of nights ago at The Vault in London. It was naked only cruise night. I arrived late so it was busy. I stripped off except for my boots and headed for the dark room. I bent other the bench and presented my ass. Soon I was being felt up and fingered and then a hard cock was being shoved up my hole.I didn't see who was fucking me but he pumped me for a few minutes but pulled out without loading me. A bit later another cock was filling my hole. He was bigger and rode me hard. HBe was grunting and I gripped his cock with my asshole as tight as I could. It was worth it cuz he shot his load deep inside me and let all the other tops know he was seeding me. That made them more interested in my ass cuz I'd now been seeded. The next bloke fucked and loaded me quick. I was on the bench for over an hour and several(I think 7) men bred my hole. Whatever the number, my ass was dripping cum. I ended the night on my knees sucking cock. I only swallowed 2 loads but one of em was a big sweaty bear with a thick cock who flooded my mouth with sperm.

I had never seen it before, but as I scrolled through grindr the other day I came across an interesting profile. "Piggy +" was all it said. There was a pic of a handsome, hairy guy and a few random details. Curious (and horny), I hit him up. As I often do, I sent him two pics to show what I was looking for: the first was of a raw cock buried in my hole, the second was of my hole dripping cum afterward. He took a few minutes to respond and at first I wondered if he was interested, but in response to my pics, I received a pic of a thick uncut hog next to a 12 oz soda can. The cock was longer than the soda can, and it didn't look like it was much thinner! Turned out that he works pretty close to me, but I hadn't seen him before because he just re-joined the app after a long time away from it. We exchanged messages for a while as he was able. He finished work at 4:00 so naturally, I invited him to come by and unload when he did. He readily agreed. We chatted a while longer and agreed that I would undress and wait ass-up just inside the door to my apartment. I spent the afternoon making sure I was clean and ready to take the pounding I hoped he would give me. A few minutes after 4:00, he messaged to say he was on his way. I unlocked the door, undressed, and squirted some lube up my hole just for good measure. I had laid out a sheet on the floor of my living room, and I got down on all 4's on it to await his arrival. Footsteps in the hallway and then the doorknob turned. I heard this stranger enter my apartment. He paused; I hoped he was admiring the view of my slightly gaped hole staring back at him. After a moment I heard the familiar rustle as he shed his clothes. A finger slid effortlessly into my slicked-up pucker, then two. He slid them in and out for a bit before withdrawing them. Then I felt his tongue instead. He licked my hole, sucking on it a bit, and darting his tongue in and out almost like a lizard. It felt amazing! I didn't want this treatment to end, but soon he spoke his first words: "I need to breed this hole." Music to my ears! I heard the click of the lube cap and then a pressure on my hole. I took a few huge huffs from my brown bottle as the head of this enormous member popped inside me. Without stopping, he slid all the way in until he was balls-deep. The tip caressed my prostate over and over as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, in and out. The precum ran in rivers from my cock, soaking the sheet beneath me. It was sheer heaven! Gradually, he picked up the pace and as he did so, he grabbed my hips. Soon he was pounding me relentlessly, his body slapping against mine each time he thrust deep inside me. I clenched my hole around his shaft and felt it get harder. He was about to cum! With a moan, he began dumping his warm cum deep in my guts, his cock jerking and spasming against my still-tightened sphincter. At last the spasms subsided and he slowly withdrew. I spun around and cleaned him off with my mouth, in customary fashion. Without another word, he dressed. Headed for the door, he paused for a second and said, "The plus sign on my profile IS what you think it is." Then he was gone. I felt a chill of excitement wash over me. I grabbed a toy, a 6" dildo that I've had for years. For the next five minutes I plunged it in and out of my hole, stopping occasionally to clean the poz cum and my ass juices off before plunging it back inside me. When I had seen the "+" sign on his profile that it meant he was poz. Now that I knew, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. I couldn't stop playing with myself. Eventually I jerked off, knowing that if his seed took, my load would soon be toxic too. I messaged him on grindr about an hour later. "Hot time, you're welcome anytime you need to breed an ass." His response was simply the purple, grinning devil emoji followed by a pig snout. I very much hope this becomes a regular thing.

Different strokes and all that. Some guys want intimacy, Some guys want anonymity. Some guys want both at different times. Some guys want a hook up. Some guys want a date. The issue, or at least it seems to me, is that you're looking on hook up apps for a date. Guys on those apps are generally trolling for dick/hole. Guys on dating apps are generally looking for the whole dinner and a movie and awkward fumbling/butterflies before sex. We live in an age where we can have both. You're just finding more of the ones you don't want. Try throwing your net a bit wider. I know plenty of non-sex-hound men, both coupled and single. They're out there, but they're not as likely to be on a site all about breeding.

Well there are two things i want to highlight a) they are insatiable because sex does not fill their needs. Have u ever eaten something u don't like and while you're full you want more because u didnt enjoy the meal? b) most bottoms wanna feel sub. They want the "alpha top" to fuck them hard etc etc. But they're not sub. Being sub means to obey the other guy. Not getting fucked hard. So if u don't care for what the top wants, you're not a sub. You're just someone who only cares for his pleasure (the opposite of the sub). c) i have a good dick. i know people will fuck with me for my dick. but i will never fuck someonewho only likes my dick. You gotta crave all of me or we can't have sex.

This is what I picture the builder looking like.

Last night, while watching the Lakers/Celtics game with a FB and a few of his friends. Took five loads up my cunt and ate three. The price for being a Celtics fan in L.A.. Or maybe the reward. Celts won -- so did i.