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Last Friday. I had met this guy at a gay dinner party only recently. Older bottom like me. We talked about getting dick when getting older. He said he solved it by organizing "Fuck your Daddy" parties. Said he got plenty of dick that way. Invited me to one. First one was fucking hot. Three bottoms including me. Got plenty of dick (and loads). Last Friday was the second one (for me). Him and me. Another bottom who was suppsed to be there called just before the party started to say he couldn't make it. Fucking hell! It was like so many guys needed to blow a load before Christmas! It was a coming and going of guys. Some just fucked and dumped their load and left, others stayed and hung around to fuck both of us several times before picking one to shoot in. Some fucked only for a few minutes, others took their time nailing me really long. Two+ hours and I had a cock thrusting in my hole most of the time. A few short breaks to have a drink and recover. Lost count of how many men pumped a load in. I know I was leaking a massive amount of cum when the last one left. Fuck!! I have been to sex parties before but not a pump and dump event like this one (except the first one that is). Can't wait for the next one! One younger guy who I had seen the first party was there again. He had really drilled my ass then and had asked for my phone number but never called. Said he would call me. Doubts, but will see.

The moment is now at hand. The body of a young, healthy, and unspoiled body is laying upon the black alter of his Ebony Dominator awaiting his 'sacrifice' to the dark god of sexual pleasure. The Daddy is poised, his Coal Black Breeding tool dribbles its infected seminal fluids against the untainted hole. As he leans forward, The Daddy readies himself and savors this final moment. "Any last words before we begin boy?" There is silence for a moment, and the boy finally speaks. "Please, fuck me daddy, end my life so I can begin a new one." At this, The Daddy swells with pride and knows the boy is truly starting to accept his role and the truth of the act that is about to begin. "So be it, Your life will end tonight, and begin anew." With that, he pushes forward and begins. His contaminated Cock pushes slowly, but unceasingly forward. He does not simply thrust or pound in all at once, but presses with a slow but unyielding force. The boy whimpers and struggles briefly, but The Daddy will not be denied. The Phallus of The Daddy continues its penetration, inch upon tainted inch until at last it is hilted deep within its new home. The Daddy and boy gasp together in delight at the feeling of unification. "I am inside you boy, my member is where it should be, where it will always be, open your body and mind and the ritual will begin." At this, The Daddy pushed forward a final time, before slowly pulling back out, waiting until just the head was inside, and pushing back in yet again. Each time he did so, he noticed the small traces of crimson upon his blackened breeding tool, and was pleased. With each stroke in and out, the speed and thrusts increased. After a few minutes of gentle movements, The Daddy began to fuck deeper and deeper, his long, tainted coal black cock now pistining in and out like a machine. “Good boy, do you like that big raw cock in your new pussy?” The boy nodded and moaned, caught up into the lust of the moment as The Daddy pressed the poopers to his nose and waited for him to breathe deeply yet again. “You are making me very happy boy, my anointed raw cock is going to fuck your ass and transform it from a simple hole, into a womb that shall give birth to my progeny, my seed, the strain that i have carried. Is that what you truly want, boy? Do you want me to turn your ass into a womb for me ? A home for my Seed, my DNA, my viral infused babies knowing what it will do to you?” The Daddy said, doing all that he could to hold off the final moment. “Fuck yes, yes Daddy I do!” was all the boy could get out, so lost in the heat of the moment. “Good boy, Good boy, relax and let it happen. Let this anointed cock spread to you the gift of my loins! Know that you are going to be Impregnated with the gift of my loins, my Unholy Seed, my Tainted Load, Relax and accept becoming full of my infection to be forever changed!" The Daddy says as he puts his hand on the boy's belly and pushes down. "I can feel it boy, I can feel my big raw cock inside of you boy. This is where it's going to put its DEMON SEED, deep in your ass and make it into a fertile womb for my seed, my Essence to grow and mature with my babies.” The boy could feel it deep in his guts as his head was spinning and his heart was pounding in his ears. For so much of the night, he had been taken along with the talk of sex, and power, and 'essence' and sexual rituals. But now as the fucking actually began, he started to feel it was more than just some intense fantasy Role Play. He could indeed feel the change happening. That his hole was getting fucked into something else, something new. Deep inside, he knew that was what he had always wanted. To submit totally and utterly to another, to give up the life he had to be fucked and used and knocked up by a big black cock. To receive its poisonous venom, to be injected with lethal cum and be permanently impregnated with The Daddies virus infected progeny. The pounding into his guts, his prostate, with each moment it grew more intense until he at last felt something burst deep inside. The boy, with a whimpering cry, came unexpectedly, his pure healthy semen spurting across his chest and belly. His cock untouched as his hands locked around the form of The Daddy, the rhythmic muscle spasms of the boys hole enough to push another lesser man into orgasm as well, but The Daddy held his ground. The intensity of the orgasm for the Boy actually hurt as his muscles continued to contract painfully around the cock buried inside his hole. "That's it boy, let it out, and let me in. Know this is a sign of the unification as my essence fills you, my soul corrupts yours, you must expel out your untainted and unworthy semen. Give praise to His Seed, His will, expel all that is you and continue your path to transformation." The Daddy says as he slowed his plunging jabs, able to forestall his own orgasm and prolong his pleasure. He relaxed, letting the convulsive shivers pass, letting the boy's body slump in after-climax exhaustion, before pushing back in and continuing on towards his goal. The boy tried to respond, but felt words could no longer form as he just grunted with the zenith of each deep thrust, feeling it in his belly, knowing if he pressed his own hands hard enough against his stomach, he would surely feel the outline of his new Master’s cock. the thought made his still leaking cock twitch. 'His Master'. The brutal pounding cadence of his new Master continued unabated. The boy felt used, sore, exhausted, but he knew The Daddy was not yet satiated. His fuck would not end untill that moment of transformation and impregnation had taken place. As he fucked the boy, each time he was close to cumming and unleashing his unholy seed, he stopped and would slow down building up the tension again. Years of breeding and passing on his gift had taught him the arts to fucking, breeding, and making the heights of desire last for as logn as he wished it. As he continued, the Boy continued to feel his mind lose itself in the pleasure of the moment, all he could think of was the Daddies ball sack full of hot thick and toxic cum, how rich and concentrated the Daddies potent and poisoned seeds must be. The boy felt as though he were in a trance, his mind losing itself with each passing moment to the growing unification between them. Long before The Daddy would orgasm and infect the boy's physical body, he would have spread his Essence and infected the boy's mind and Soul.

Part 12: New Store I arranged to fuck and suck a few strangers after school on Tuesday and Wednesday. In total over those those two days I swallowed two loads and got filled with three. I liked getting fucked from behind even more than before because everyone who fucked me got a nice view of my ANAL SLUT tattoo. On Wednesday the top I met, a guy who said he always used a condom, saw the Raw Only part and immediately removed his rubber. I loved that he didn't have to ask permission to fill me with his cum. On Thursday I only managed to arrange to meet with one guy for car head. He came in my mouth after only a few minutes. I swallowed his load and found myself left with nothing to do for the next few hours. I got a bottle of soda from a vending machine and decided to go for a walk down the road. The main drag in my hometown was State St and it was mostly a bunch of box stores, strip malls, and chain restaurants. As I was walking in front of one of the storefronts I dropped my soda bottle. I picked it up and continued walking, thinking nothing of it. A few minutes later I was surprised by a voice from behind me. "How you doing kid?" I spun around and noticed a trio of men were walking behind me. "Im alright" I replied meekly. "In a rush?" the guy on the left asked. "Not at the moment" I said. The middle guy explained "We're setting a new store at this mall, works done for the day but we were gonna stick around and have a few beers before we call it a day." "Care to join?" asked the final member of the group. "I guess I could" I replied. I joined the group and followed them into an empty storefront. The windows were covered in a plastic tint that darkened the empty sales floor. The place was clearly in the middle of a renovation. The floors were bare and construction supplies were all around. None of the light fixtures seemed to be working but it was fairly well lit with a series of shop lights that were set up around the space. The guys sat down in one of the more clear areas and I joined them, sitting down on stack of boxes that appear to contain the large tiles that were going to be installed on the floor. One of the guys opened a cooler and started passing the beers around. I took my beer and had a few drinks while the guys joked amongst themselves. The focus of the conversation quickly turned to me. "You do this alot?" one of the workers asked me. "Not really, this is a first for me." "Well, we saw your tattoo and thought following random strangers into a secluded room might be something you're into." "It is" I replied, "it just not something that's happened to me a lot." "Well, stand up and let us have a closed look." I stood up, turned around and pulled up the bavk of my shirt. One of the guys pointed a shop light at me and moved in for a closer look. He pushed me down slightly to get a better look and read. "Anal slut, raw only" The guys all laughed at me. I didn't know any of these men and I was kind of afraid. For all I knew, they could've been a group of homophobes who wanted to rough me up. I relaxed a little when the guy who had read the tattoo backed away and sat down. When I turned around and the three of them were just sitting around drinking their beers. I sat back down a continued to drink my beer while the workers made a few homephobic jokes. Most of their remarks were directed at each other rather than me. As soon I finished my beer, another was headed to me, already open. I sat there quietly, focusing on my beer. Around the time it was about halfway done, one of the guys stood up and walked over to me. He unzipped is pants and pulled his cock out. His uncircumcised cock was semi-errect and I could see his thick bushy public hair at the opening. It didn't stink but I could tell that he'd been working that day. I put it in my mouth and started to suck. The other two watched me blow their buddy for a few minutes. One of them got up just as the cock in my mouth got fully hard. The first guy withdrew his cock from my mouth and clubbed my face with it a few times before lifting me to my feet. He pushed me onto my knees on top of the stack of tiles and pulled my shirt off. I was pushed forward onto my elbows where I found myself face to face with the second guys cock. He was also quite large and quite thick and, like his friend, was covered thick coarse hair. As I started to work his cock with my mouth the first guy pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. He pulled a box out of his pocket and tossed it next to me. I glanced over and noticed that it was an unopened box of condoms. "Wanna guess what these are for?" He said as slapped saliva covered cock against my hole. I was too busy suck his buddy's cock to reply. He pushed his bare cock into my ass and started fucking before he continued, "Condoms are for faggots like him." He pulled my hips slightly in the direction of the third guy. His cock was out too and standing off to the side watching me get splitroased. His cock was out and he was playing with himself as he watched. The two tops were both aggressive as they plowed me from both ends. As they continued to pound the third guy gradually moved closer and closer, jerking off as he did so. After he reached the stack of tile I was on I glanced over to see what he was working with. The third guy was hairy like his friends but his cock was very small, prolly around four inches and not very thick. The guys who were fucking me each pulled out to swap places. As they were moving around the tile stack their friend, who was clearly the bottom they had been planningbon using, pulled my the side and started to cum. I got most of it in my mouth but a sizeable amount was shot across the side of my face. I felt a raw cock slide into my hole as the other top pulled my head up to inspect my cum facial. He turned my head to the side and pressed his cock against my cheek before drawing it upward. He had wiped most of the bottoms cum off my face and big glob of cum was stuck on the head of his cock. I lowered my lips to meet him and slurped the glob off. As soon as I finished swallowing the cum I started to work his cock with my mouth. Even after everthing, ass-to-mouth still managed to make me feel slutty. They fucked me for a few more minutes before filling my mouth and ass with their seed. After I pulled my pants up and put my shirt back on we sat around and had a few more beers. I felt a bit guilty for stealing two tops from the other bottom. However, I did swallow his load and I figured if he really wanted it, he could've offered himself for bareback just as easily as I had. I wondered if he was scared to catch something, I had been scared in the past but didn't really worry anymore. Although maybe I should have since I still wasn't on Prep. When I was ready to leave one of the guys asked when I would be free the next day. I told him the time and agreed to meet with him the next day. To be continued...

It was after midnight and I laid in bed thinking about this past evening. My ass was a little sore but I felt full....no doubt still filled with semen. I fell asleep and slept soundly until about 6AM. When I woke up the room was permeated by the scent of sex, My sheets were stained with fluids from the night before and there was a large pink wet spot where I was lying during the night. My ass was stll wet and I had morning wood that kept growing as I reminisced about the previous evening. I had such mixed emotions about last night. The sex was so hot, so passionate but was I ready to be pozzed. My erection didn't dimmish though and I needed to release again. I squeezed the marinated fluids left in my ass. OMG, the scent of cum and ass juices. I had to taste some and then used the rest to coat my hard dick. I began stroking. thinking about those three dicks inside me. What were the chances my conversion was underway? How toxic was the man who fucked me? Did the two other men hasten the pozzing by abrading my ass walls ? Within a minute I began shooting another huge load. The next few weeks were busy and really had no sex, then one morning I woke up not feeling well. I got up went to work and during the day I could feel I had a fever. When I got home I had a temp of 104, achy and all night woke up with night sweats. It was winter so maybe I just had the flu. I was sick for about 4 days and began to feel better. I rationalized I was OK and didn't think about it. 2 weeks later I decided to test myself and those two lines appeared It was official. I was a bit shocked but after it settled in I was OK. I was liberated. No need to think about it The next week, the second guy that fucked me and was so turned on by the fact that I had poz cum in messaged me on grindr. He mentioned how hot our encounter was and asked if I converted. I told him I did. He was so excited and begged me to fuck him as he was now chasing. We met up that night and now we are fucking frequently......

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!" ...

In my experience I feel I was in the drivers seat with my relationship with my dad. I easily assumed a gender role and was very comfortable staying there for my life up to now. I never thought it was wrong but I remember thinking if anyone found out my comfort zone would change. When I was in high school my dad encouraged me to seek out relationships with other gay boys to have a natural relationship with sex. It was fun but the skill level was not like my dad. Our sex was and still is the best sex I have ever had. Unfortunately we do not have sex anymore but I feel my experience with him shaped how I see sex and relationships today.

Have a fucking filthy Christmas!

I recently had the chance to check out one of the gay sex clubs in Brisbane. I went in, purchased a fresh bottle of poppers and went for a wander around. It was pretty quiet, but I noticed a guy standing at the top of the suckatorium, I was on the hunt for cock, so I went in and found his cock. It was only about 4 inch or so, but nice and thick, the kind of thickness that I can’t get in my mouth without thinking how good it will be, inside my ass. I serviced this guy for a few minutes, tasting his delicious pre cum build up. He started to face fuck me through the hole. He pushed his cock in My mouth as far as it could go and shot rope after rope into my mouth. I didn’t want to swallow his cum, I wanted his cum in my hole. I spat his load into my hand and rubbed it in my ass, forcing as much as I could inside me. I’m currently off of prep and just fingered some dudes load inside me. I decided that wasn’t enough for me so I hopped into the sling. It only took a few minutes for another bloke to come in, he fingered my hole and felt the cum I pushed in myself. I took a whiff of my poppers while this guy pulled out his coke can sized cock and pushed into me. Using only the cum in me, as lube. He pumped into me relentlessly, stretching me open and pulling me down the entirety of his incredible cock. I couldn’t contain myself. I shot my load all over myself, just as he held me down on his cock as he pumped his load deep inside my ass. im hoping he was negative, time will tell…

Last night was one of those lucky nights. The sex club wasn’t that busy so my expectations were low. My first walk through I saw this younger slim guy and the next I knew we were in a cabin fucking. I wasn’t planning to cum that fast, but he blocked the exit begging for more dick. I seeded his cunt and made him lick my cock clean. After a break I saw this short blond guy I have fucked before. I love short guys. He sucked my cock and then I spun him around and fucked him where everyone could see us. I love fucking in public. I dropped load #2 in his ass, but the next time I would love to felch it back out. I figured that would be the end of my night but after a break I did 1 more loop. There were 2 guys that were clearly a couple fucking in the corner. It was a total hot husband situation and the bottom slurped on my dick while his bf was pounding his hole. We swapped but my dick is a lot bigger so the top poppered up his bf and I fucked him hard. We swapped fucking and sucking positions until I seeded ass #3 for the night. I can’t wait to do it again tonight.

Cleansed, yet still smelling faintly of the piss, the boy follows The Daddy from the shower and out of the bathroom, they make their way wordlessly down a hall and into a darkened room that the boy could see was lit by only a dim red glow. Inside was The Daddy's bedroom, but it was much more than that. The boy could see it was the place of his worship, the alter of his sex, and the center for the ritual yet to be preformed. The room was decorated the trappings of a true worshiper of the deities of raw uninhibited sex. Stone and bronze statues devoted to pagan idols of Sex and pleasure. Though the Boy could not identify them, they were statues of Pan, Priapus, Eros, and other Gods of sex. Hanging from the walls of the room were more images of eroticisim, new and old. Posters of pagan sex mixed with posters of Tom of Finland, Hun Magazine and other notable icons of gay erotica. And the bed, the bed itself was a true alter of sex in itself. The head bored was a long wooden surface covered in black candles, dildos, sex toys, more pagan idols, and in the very middle, a large pentacle with a noticeable rams held. The boy beheld all of this bathed in the throbbing red light, and was so taken by its majesty, he had almost forgot the presence of The Daddy until the moment his thin boney fingers clasped around his naked shoulders and his body pressed close. "You see boy the altar of your transformation, from within this room our union shall be made complete, you will be forever changed and become reborn with my offspring, my seed, my legacy." The Daddy said, whispering the words with gentle yet headed breath. The boy for his part could hardly wait and was beside himself with barely contained passion. "Of course Daddy, I know this is what I need, what I was meant for. I want to feel it, feel you transform me, feel your energy impregnate me." he said, and The Daddy was proud, he was not yet sure if the Boy was truly starting to believe in the powers that were about to be unleashed, or simply repeating the words he heard. The Daddy knew that right now it wasn’t that important, all that mattered was the Boy was willing to give up his body and soul to become one with a greater power. "Lay upon the bed boy, make yourself comfortable as you will be in this position for some time. Relax your mind and body, gaze upon the idols before you and think of your future.' The Daddy said as he watched the boy dutifully obey. His perfect young and healthy body lay upon the black satin sheets of the black bedding. His perfect smooth ass was thrust upwards, awaiting anything that would come next. The Daddy smiled and took his place. First he leaned in to sample the clean scent of the boy's unspoiled hole. Breathed in the scent, savored it, and began to lick and taste his purity. Tasting the hole of an unspoiled ass was something The Daddy always savored, but this was special, and something far more. He listened to the boy moan, gasp, and whimper as his long, talented tongue worked its magic, pushing deep inside, relaxing, teasing, and tasting of the boy's untainted body. Knowing it was untainted and pure, made the act that was to come naturally all the more stimulating. The Daddy could feel the instrument of the boy's eventual transformation throbbing with hunger between his legs. All in good time he told himself. After almost twenty minutes of talented teasing, The Daddy slides a finger along the Boys now throbbing anus. "Spread your hole for me boy, more so, it is time to open you up in another way, and prepare your body for the next step." He said as the boy, now deeply in heat, quickly pulled his cheeks apart and closed his eyes tightly waiting for the rough fingers of The Daddy against his tender hole. All of a sudden he feels one, then two fingers gently and slowly puncturing up his hole. The boy whimpers and for the first time tries to struggle away from the Grip of his ebony dominator. "Just relax boy. I know it hurts, but you must be strong for me. You need Daddy to impregnate your hole and transform you.” The Daddy says as they grab the hips of the kid and continue to work a third long bony finger inside. The three fingers move gently back and forth in his once pristine and yet now compromised anus. "Open up that hole for your daddy. Let me stretch it and make it ready to receive my seed, my communion. You will accept my black cock and its seed inside you before I'm done with you. In time others will plant their seed as well. Once you have been transformed you will accept so much cock from all who desire it. But no matter how many men may play into you, know that it'll be my powerful black manhood that you will forever crave, it will be my virus that will be a part of you." The Daddy says as the two relax. After 10 - 15 minutes of slow yet incessant fingering, The Daddy pulls his hand away and spreads the smooth cheeks of the boy to inspect. There's a small trickle of crimson running out of the boy's asshole and The Daddy smiles. "You make me proud boy, now, lay upon your back and raise up your legs, I want you looking upon me as it happens, your eyes upon my eyes as we are united." As he says this, and as the boy turns over, The Daddy feels he can wait no longer. His dick is twitching and throbbing looking at hole before him, it is hungry, like a predator about to claim its prey, about to pounce, about to kill. It is a thing that is now almost demonic, as if possessed by darker forces as the moment of communion is at hand. Now at last it is time, The Daddy leans forward and brings his unholy tainted black cock towards its target. The final act of union between them is about to commence.

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.

A few moments ago, President Biden signed the bill making marriage rights, as well as others, into Federal Law. Alito, Thomas, that vacant long-haired bottle-blond woman, and the drunk can just kiss our collective asses. In French.

Happy XXXXXXXmas you filthy animals! Hope u get the gift you want, it’s the season of giving and receiving. Feel free to send me naughty DMs, who knows what 2023 could bring with the mood I’m in!

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U know the code @jonny4dad, we need to breed! Spread the joy, make it take.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

There is a guy I've been very casually dating for 3 months. Kind of FWB but a little more. He's in his 30s but he thinks it's hot that I hook up with older guys and we have three ways with one of his older friends. We went on a ski trip last week, but the guy I'm dating doesn't really ski so we both just stayed at the condo while his friends were out. We were bored and horny so we tried looking for a 3rd but guys were being flaky. We ended up making out in a hot tub which led to us fucking kinda open on the back deck. I finally sat on him in the living room and rode a load out of him. His friends got back minutes after we got a little cleaned up. We hung out for an hour until we had dinner plans. During dinner I could feel my hole was still a little wet, either from lube or cum. I was still pretty horny. After dinner one my dates friends didn't want to go out to the bars and neither did I. So we walked back, like 10 minute walk, to the condo. During the walk he was telling me some old sex stories of him in that town. It was obvious he was open. When we got back we sat in the living room and watched the local news for a bit.. I think we were both wondering how to make the next move lol. I ended up putting my feet on his lap and soon started rubbing his boner. I was really fucking horny so by that time I pulled his pants down and started sucking him. He had blue briefs on too which were hot so I sucked his boner in his briefs. The whole time he kinda just watched me and didn't do too much.. but it was fun seeing his reaction. Of course I ended up sitting on his dick. He didn't say anything just moaned the whole time I rode him. We did it for a while too, like 20 minutes of just riding him slowly like that. He finally said he needed to stand up, so he got up and I got on my knees, my ass facing away from the couch. He grabbed my hips and fucked me for a minute but honestly I was better at it so I took over and it made him cum pretty fast. I went and laid in bed without cleaning thinking how hot it would be to get fucked again by my date with a load in my ass but fell asleep before he got home 😴 still a hot night.

Laying out with Steve Part 2 previous... An hour later, after cleaning up. Steve lay behind me on the bed...slowly fucking me again as we watched a new porn. He fondled my hard cock as he slowly slid in and out of me. Steve leaned in close to me, "Tim...did you always want this to happen?". I waited a few seconds and thought that over. "Yes I did. I knew from first talking to you, and seeing your pictures....your gorgeous cock...full balls...tan body, I knew I wanted you in me. Did I want your poz cum in me? That I don't know, but I wanted your bare cock in me for sure. Then when I saw you naked up close...it was all I could do to resist you. I honestly loved your thinking about poz/neg sex and love. How you could resist it and that it is both men's choice. I love that." All Steve said was "thank you" and pushed into me again and came! Steve and I soon fell asleep. What a wonderful nights sleep I had while laying in his bed, the warmth, the occasional caress and being able to rest my hand on that gorgeous cock anytime I wanted, the best. I woke briefly very early in the morning, with that feeling of Steve's leaking cock between my ass cheeks...and my ass being spread open by Steve's hand. I knew he wanted in me again, and I whispered "fuck me baby, please". Steve placed his leaking cock head against my hole and pushed in. My ass was more than ready for him now, with two of loads in me already. He leaned into my ear and whispered, "I didn't want to wake you Tim, but I need to cum again, I want you to have my poz cum in you forever". He was fucking me faster now, know it was turning him on to think about spraying his seed in me once again. I reached behind me and placed my fingers along his bare shaft, "yes sir, cum in me, please cum deep in me". That was all it took for Steve to lose control. He pushed in as far as he could and I felt his cock stiffen and pulse inside of me. So many shots of his hot poz cum. we panted for a long time, him rubbing my body and telling me how hot I was and how much he loved fucking me. We were soon falling asleep again, but this time with him still in my ass. I never felt him get out of bed, but when I woke around 8am, Steve was already up, showered and gone. I found a note on the kitchen counter: Tim! What happened last night? I loved every moment of it and so glad the day, and night, went the way it did. I truly hope you are not having second thoughts or regrets today. I would love to talk to you more about last night and how you are feeling today. Please call anytime. I will be back later if you want to stick around, had to run some errands. Steve PS. I am having a pool party next weekend with a few friends, please think about coming, I would love to have you here. I read the note a second time and started to daydream about what had actually happened. From laying out to Steve cumming in me three times. While my head was all over the place with thoughts, my cock was reacting for sure. how could it not. Steve is everything I had fantasized about for so long. I needed to talk to him. I called later that evening and had a great talk with him. We talked about what my options were, but he definitely has his opinion. I absolutely loved his outlook on poz/neg sex (and love). Eventually this moved into very explicit topics, but we tried to stay away from all out masturbating on the phone! After hanging up with Steve I felt better and wasn't going to worry about things right then and there. As I got ready for bed, I logged on to BBRT once again to send Steve a quick note, but he had beaten me to it. I opened the message from Steve that basically said, "my cock is aching to breed you again Tim". That is all it took to send my cock to full hardness! I quickly wrote back, thank you dad, I fucking love your cock, and sent it. I think my choice was becoming clearer to me. I didn't want to stop Steve fucking me, at all. The week went by slowly, more slow than usual it seemed as I had already decided to go to Steve's pool party the coming weekend. Steve asked about it and I finally relented. While the party was intended to be 'clothing optional', I thought I should start in something tiny and a little see through. I chose a male see through thong bikini I found online. I tried it on as soon as it arrived. I put it on in the bathroom so I could see the results. It was incredible, but barely held my cock and balls, especially if I started to get hard. I also wanted to see it on while wearing my black rubber cock ring. I took the bikini off, but had to wait for my cock to settle down before putting on my cock ring. Once on, I modeled the bikini again, fucking nice. I had to wear this to Steve's. Soon enough Saturday arrived, it was a long week at work and without masturbating all week, and talking to Steve several times about party planning and attendees, I was leaking often. My balls were so full. I drove over to Steve's house early to help get ready for the party. I wore the bikini, and cock ring, under some loose shorts and a tshirt. I knocked on Steve's door but was let in within a minute, he must have been waiting. I immediately went to Steve and gave him a big hug, he kissed me and held my ass in his hands. I could feel him getting hard against me, loved that feeling. Steve let me go and had me step back so he could look me up and down. It is then I noticed his soiled shorts and now semi hard cock pushing against the thin fabric. His shorts were wet in several spots from his heavy precum. "Tim you look so good, is that what you are wearing today?". "Nope", I said as I pulled down my shorts to reveal the thong bikini. I did a quick turn around for Steve. "Fuck boy, you look so fucking good". Steve pulled me back to him so his hardening cock, held back by his shorts, was pushing on my bare ass cheeks. I could now feel the wetness of his precum soaked shorts on my ass. "Do we have to wait baby, I need to fuck you so bad", Steve asked. I reached behind me and gripped his big cock, "yes sir, we must wait. Some time today, I will be ass up on your bed waiting!" Steve patted my now hard cock through my bikini and said, "I can't wait". Steve and I hurriedly prepared his house for the party. Steve asked that I be in charge of drinks and refreshments, making sure his guests were taken care of. No problem here. Before the guests were to arrive, Steve said he was going to get changed into swimwear and suggested I should do the same. I followed Steve to his bedroom. Steve held up a small swimsuit for him and started stripping to change. I peeled off my shorts to reveal my suit to him. I looked at Steve and he was standing naked, cock rising as he stared at me again. "Oh Tim, this is going to be a great day". I crossed the room and rubbed his shiny wet cock head with my finger, and brought it to my mouth while looking him in the eyes. "yes it is sir! See you soon" I said as I left the room. Steve and I were finishing up, making sure there were towels and sunscreen at the ready all around the pool, even 'party' boxes with poppers and lube, but no condoms. Steve said condoms weren't necessary for this party. Guests started arriving shortly before the 'official' pool party time. Steve greeted each guest and occasionally would look for me to meet 'so and so'. A couple of occasions I could see why. One such couple was Chad and Bruce, I could tell immediately. Both were older than I, great physical shape, and wearing netting bikini's that left nothing to the imagination. Both Chad and Bruce were packing big cocks, big and soft so I could only imagine how they were when hard. "Tim this is Chad and Bruce, great friends of mine, so take special care of them" Steve said while laughing. I shook both their hands. Chad said, "great to finally meet you Tim, Steve has talked about you a lot". I looked at Steve with a 'concerned' but not really concerned look. Soon enough, most of the guests had arrived. Looking around at the guests I could tell most were older, in Steve's age range, and some younger. There were only a few 'unattached' guys it appeared, but they were involved in great conversations. Some had already taken their shorts, or swimwear off, and were sunning around the pool or in the pool cooling off. I was busy getting drinks for people, but I definitely got to be privy to some close up cock shots or conversations about sex life! It was fantastic. Every once in a while I would get close to Steve and be a part of his world. He would usually put his arm around me and cup my ass in his hands, which I loved. Soon after that I was in the kitchen, by myself, getting another round of margaritas for a trio when Chad appeared in the kitchen and asked if I needed a hand. I turned around and saw him there, see through bikini still in place but I could see it straining now. Chad's eyes were not on mine, but rather at my waist where he was just staring at my ass. "Thank you, that is sweet, but I think have it, but if you wouldn't mind can you get me three limes?". Chad moved to get the limes and put one in each cup. "Thank you for doing this Tim, and it really is great to finally meet you. Steve has chatted you up all week, so finally nice to put a....face, and ass, to the name. You know Tim, Steve has told us everything, about your weekend last week. I think it is fucking great you to finally go together." "um, everything?" I asked. "yes Tim, everything. I know you are neg and my guy got to breed you three times last weekend", Chad said. I could definitely see his cock start to strain hard against the material. Fuck! This man is hot, I mean Steve is my fantasy confirmed, but this man is hot too, and a huge cock to go with it. Just as I was about to ask Chad what he thought Steve popped in the kitchen. "ahhh, so glad you to have a chance to chat and get to know each other" Steve said as he pushed by us. "I just need to get a couple beers and I will be out of your way". I asked if he needed any help and he said "no, I got it baby, hang here with Chad and get to know him". As he said this, Steve patted me on the bare ass and squeezed my cheek. I saw Chad wink at Steve as he left the kitchen. "Yes Tim, hand with me a moment and get to know me" Chad said. "Steve is so very lucky, Bruce and I both think so. To fall for a neg guy and he to be ok with his status, wow! I love it.". Chad then reached down and pulled his bikini to the side letting his big growing cock fall out. He stroked that massive cock once and said "very lucky, damn". I was mesmerized, but needed to get these drinks out. I told Chad, I need to get these drinks out but love to chat in a bit. I proceeded to squeeze by Chad with my bare ass against him. He reached out and pulled me in tight with a bear hug, his big cock above my ass cheeks...smearing his precum all over. "I will be waiting, how about in the living room". Chad said. I quickly distributed the drinks I had, and had someone even say...what is that on his ass, it looks he brushed up against someone and then some laughing! I just smiled as I went back into the house. Chad was not in the kitchen, but I soon found him sitting in the living room, enjoying a cold drink, and cock covered once again. I got my drink and sat on the couch with him, one leg up and facing him opposite on the couch. Chad drew one leg up and re-positioned to face me. "Now, where were we?" he said. His hand had fallen to his bikini and big cock again. "Ah yes, you and Steve enjoying poz/neg sex. Can I ask, how are you feeling about it now?" Chad said while pulling the cloth back to expose his rapidly growing cock. Now it was my turn, my cock was also very hard and now leaking, after a week of sustaining this was bound to happen. "Sure. Of course I was not fully committed to making anything happen with Steve. I have grown so fond of him as a friend, of course lusted after him in my fantasy world, but didn't think it would happen. Then last weekend....wow. I couldn't refuse, he is so hot and I wanted him in me so bad, everything happened so fast, and so naturally." I was day dreaming remembering Steve fucking me hard from behind the first time. "fuck Chad, I haven't cum all week and now I have to relive that" I laughed. Chad was now slowly stroking his cock. "You know he can poz you right?. I mean I would too, given the chance", Chad said while milking a massive ooze of precum from his big cock. "fuck that is hot Chad, does Bruce know you are in here with me?" I asked. "Yes, he is the one that emboldened me to go chat with you" Chad said while laughing. "fuck Chad" I said again. "I don't think Steve would want anything to happen between us". From behind me I heard Steve say, "I wouldn't bet on that boy.". I whipped around to see Steve there. "All I ask is that you get a picture of the deed being done, and no cumming Tim...that is for me", Steve said while gripping his cock. He turned and left Chad and I alone. "Now boy, put that drink down and suck daddy's cock", Chad said while holding his hard cock in his hand. I put my drink down and got on the floor in front of Chad. I milked his oozing cock and swallowed his precum goodness. I sucked on Chad's cock as best I could, stretching my mouth. when I had Chad's cock slick with precum and spit, he told me to get up and bend over....giving my ass to his tongue. Chad tongue fucked my ass for several minutes, leaving me weak kneed and both of us moaning. Finally he leaned back and said "You need to sit on my cock Tim". I turned and straddled Chad, with his big wet dick sliding between my ass cheeks. he said, "I want to give you my poz seed boy". I looked down and now I finally saw it, a bio haz tattoo right above his cock, faint, but it was there. I moaned and reached around to guide him into my wet ass. Chad's cock head was soaking my ring and he was pushing as I pushed out to ease his cock into me. With a final 'pop' his cock head was in me and I was slowly inching down on that big dick. Chad's hands went to my waist and he slowed my decent on his cock until I had him all the way in me. He let me rest there to get used to his size, which I needed. after a minute, Chad pulled me up the length of his cock and slid me back down again. This continued for several minutes until he picked up the pace of him fucking me! "do you like my cock boy?" he said. all I could do was get short words out in moans. "fuck...love...need....your...cum". "you are going to get all of it baby boy, deep in your pussy". he said and pulled me down on his big dick one last time. I could feel him swell bigger and bigger and then I felt the throbbing of his balls pushing that hot poz cum up this is massive cock to my waiting womb. he was breeding me. my second poz man in a week. what the fuck! 🙂 my cock was oozing between us but I wouldn't dare touch my dick as I would explode. in a minute Chad reached around and pulled his still semi hard cock out of my ass and I could feel his load ooze out of me onto his balls. Then I heard the snapping of pictures. I turned to see Bruce there, cock hard, and phone in hand. "Perfect", Bruce said. Chad pulled my ass apart and asked his man, "want in baby?". Bruce tossed his phone and stepped in closer to slide his now hard leaking cock into my cunt. I couldn't believe it. Bruce wasted no time in fucking me fully and hard, and soon yelled out he was cumming! he pushed deep and started cumming, leaning in to whisper, "Steve is so fucking lucky, take my cum deep boy". "give it to me daddy" is all I could muster. After Bruce pulled out, and more cum fell out, I gathered myself and headed to Steve's bathroom to get cleaned up, but before leaving I turned to Chad and Bruce. "thank you!! that was so fucking hot and I loved every bit and ounce of it". I left them kissing and whispering. more to cum....

————————————— The Boy had pledged his life to The Daddy, and The Daddy was pleased. He said nothing for a time, but simply embraced the boy more fully, slowly leaning back into the large couch in the middle of the room. Once relaxed, The Daddy held the boy against his chest. "Then my first order is to simply relax and inhale. Relax your mind, breathe out your stress and fears, and breathe in my scent. Let it become the first step toward your transformation. Let the scent of my body into your soul" The Daddy spoke as the boy obeyed. He wanted desperately to throw himself at the coal black body before him, to engage in the raw primal sex he deeply longed for. Yet, he withheld, reminding himself of the many things they had discussed, what was to be expected. The boy relaxed and breathed and obeyed. Minutes began to tick by, The Daddy caressing the head of the boy as he watched him breath in his scent. Each breath came slower than the one before as the tang of sweat and musk on his body had the desired effect. After several minutes The Daddy could see how the face of the boy had become relaxed, with a glazed and slightly intoxicated look. He smiled and knew it was time. "You are a good boy, and Daddy is pleased, now it is time to please me more. To take the next step. show me that I am more than a would be lover. Worship me, worship the body you desire and embrace our approaching communion." He said as a look of hunger filled his eyes. The boy needed no further prompting as he leaned forward and kissed the Daddies chest and large thumb sized nipples. He lavished his daddy's body with reverent kisses, licking the sweat from his impossibly black and vein covered form. The boy's soft fingers cupped and felt every inch of the Daddies chest with his hands as his face was buried between his daddy's pecs. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the scent of his daddy's intoxicating musk, and he inhaled the scent loving it more with each moment. Eventually, the boy moved over to The Daddy's arms, thin in appearance, they still felt taught and firm with muscle and fitness. The boy began kissing the veiny biceps and licking every surface of the skin as the scent drove him to greater passions. Already his young cock lay erect and leaking precum. The clear fluid dripping down his own balls and legs, ignored for now as he continued his worship of the thin yet stir firm muscles of his ebony Daddy. Deciding to move things along, The Daddy smiles upon his boy and, lifting up his arm, guides the boy's face into his sweaty pits. Here the level of ripe oder reaches a new level, and the boy is soon lost in a new fog of desire. The smell in The Daddy's pits is thick, concentrated in short, yet wiry matted hair. It has an almost oily substance to it as the boy soon finds himself suckeling upon it, hungry for more that The Daddy is eager to give. The Daddy says nothing, but slowly lowers his arm, trapping the boy within. Not fully cutting off his air, yet limiting it enough to know that the boy will soon grow even more intoxicated and subservient. Indeed, it is soon that the boy feels his mind become hazy and fogged. He thinks only of his eventual submission to his Daddy, to worshiping him, to the eventual union that he knows will endanger his young life, yet his desire for the act grows more and more. The minutes tick by as darkness creeps into the edges of the boy's vision, for a moment he fears he may black out before The Daddy at last lets him free. Gasping for air, the boy opens his sweat soaked eyes and looks upon The Daddy, his face proud and full of lust. He leans forward, kissing the boy, tasking his sweat as well as his dominance over his soon to be son. "God Boy, you smell of my sweat, and you are marked with my scent. Your next task is to worship that which you are here for. The tool of your transformation and rebirth." The Daddy says as he gently guides the Boy downwards towards his great ebony phallus. Until now, the Cock was hidden from view by a thin spedo, encrusted with sweat, piss and seed from countless fuckings. Now, The Daddy snaps it off, showing it at last to the boy in all its glory. To the boy who has seen it only in pictures, it is better than he could have imagined. Hanging like a resting yet lethal serpent, the coal black cock throbs with veins that spread outwards into the coarse pubic hair covered crotch of The Daddy. As though his virus infused member was leeching the life from the rest of The Daddies aging body, which in a way it was. The shaft was perhaps only half hard, throbbing yet not fully erect. The head was still fully covered by a long drooping foreskin that slowly leaked the milky toxic discharge of the Daddies precum.

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.

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...

I was at IML in 2015 and had the pleasure of being At his gangbang.

He is still on BBRT under his porn name and seemingly still in Canada,. He has an Just For Fans Page. [think before following links] https://justfor.fans/RyanCummingsRAW He was not at IML this year. I made the Bad Seed porn Cumming to Chicago with him there and played with him several times after that. A terrific guy. In C to C, his 12 hour gangbang, I was the first guy up him (me rimming him)...and then the last with my dick going into that loaded ass. I gave him the last load of the night, something like Load 54.

Don't really like rough sex but I really do love hard sex, it means a lot to me to have a man really pound my asshole when he is ready to cum, havent seen many that does not try to stick his dick up in my throat from the bottom when he is ready to unload his cum in my ass.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

What day is it? I’m not sure anymore. I don’t even know, really, where I am. Or how many men have fucked me, or had their fists deeply up my hole. I can’t even tell you how long I have been in this rubber suit. You could say it’s my own damn fault. And you would be right. But isn’t it ok to look for a good time? You know how they say be careful what you wish for? They aren’t kidding. For years, I have fantasized about edgy play. Bondage. Some SM. Leather/ Rubber Master/ slave. You get the idea. But could never really run into men who wanted more than just fantasy phone/cam/cyber sex. Yeah, its everywhere, I know. So I got bored with the everyday status quo, and managed to find this website that catered to pigs, and guys who were not afraid to say they were into. Stuff that was not “politically correct”, if you get my point. WOW, well sign me up! Posted a profile that stated my interests. Would love to try a scene with a guy that was into heavy assplay. Bondage. No limits sex, but more so, “involuntary” play. I was hot for anything. Only thing was I needed to trust the man I would play with. I was not looking to end up in hospital. Well was I surprised to get a message from this guy. Not a model. No six pack abs, and all that shite. But he looked GREAT in leather and came across as a well sorted bloke. So we agreed to meet at a local pub. He seemed well sorted. Handsome but not stunning. In short, an average guy. Best of all, did not come across as a thick one! We spoke for hours. Talking about what we liked, didn’t like, turn ons and offs. This one was a kinky twisted bastard! Into electro, flogging, aggro, and into heavy bondage. Also LOVED to open up a guy wide open. But the real kicker was that he asked about how far I was willing to go. All the way. No limits. No escape. No choices. Although, I was thinking only of a scene with this guy. He offered to take me someplace “new” and if I trusted him. No reason at this point not to. So we agreed to meet again next week. He told me to take a few days off of work so that there was plenty of time for a long play session and we both left. The next week, I met him at the same pub. We chatted a bit more. Mostly about limits and the other usual stuff you talk about when you first meet a guy. He asked me a lot of questions though about my health, which I found a bit odd, but chucked it off as his personal quirk. After a couple of drinks, I was feeling no pain, and actually later felt a bit warm, like a flush coming over me. The real odd thing was, I found myself totally hot for this guy all of the sudden, as if a mad rash of passion came over me. I was ready to suck his cock right in the pub! Only later did I find out he had slipped some MDMA in my drink while I had gone to the loo. He just looked at my eyes and said “yeah, your ready.” Not sure what that meant. “Give me a kiss”, he says. Which I jumped on. He stuck his tongue way down my throat feeling my teeth, and around my tongue. “Well those teeth may need to go.” What an odd thing to say. “Let’s go back to my home. Ready for a one way trip?” Let me tell you mates, at this point I would have done anything to shag this guy; I was so hot for him. So we left the pub and got in his car. Not sure where we ended up as I had not been to this part of town before, but we went into the building and up to his flat. Once in, there was not much to see. It was more posh than most, but not out of this world. However, once I was through the door, he had set aside some stuff for me to wear. I was asked to get out of my clothes, which he put into some box, with a lock for “safe keeping”. Normally, I would have freaked out and left, but I was still feeling oddly happy. Then I had a metal collar snapped on, and was put in a leather chastity short, it felt great really, and got a little tighter once the locks were put in place. Finally, there were some wrist and ankle restraints and a nice large gag with a ring to keep my mouth open. He walked me into a room, which was painted black with all kinds of stuff on the wall, such as floggers, bondage equipment, and other gear. He also had a bondage rack, cage and a cross like thing. Man was it HOTTT! He put me in the cage, and told me to wait. It must have been about an hour later when he came back in boots, leather chaps, which outlined his nice cock and a harness. He pulled me out of the cage and shoved me down on his boots. I knew I was to lick them and man did I want to, but it was hard shoving my tongue through that ring gag to lick the boots, but it didn’t matter as I was soon brought up to his cock, which he stuffed in my mouth and started to piss. “You need to get used to this hole, as you are now going to be a full time urinal. Got it?” he said. He lifted me up and took out a bottle, spraying something into my nose a couple of times. Funny thing was it had a real bitter medicinal taste. He then walked me over to a table and restrained me down with the restraints on my hands and wrists. After I was tied down well, He came over to me and leaned over looking into my face. As I was looking at him, the weirdest thing started to happen. Man, I was excited, but also a bit spooked. First the room started getting brighter, but then everything started to get distorted. It was like one of those fun house mirrors, where you look out of shape. The entire room began to sway a little, and “twist” is the best way to describe it. As it kept twisting I felt is I was sinking into a well, looking up to see the light at the top. I was aware of what was going on, but not really able to talk, or move, but it was not like I was even trying to move. A couple of other guys came next to me. Looking down at me. They were wearing executioner style masks, but I could not see what else. I felt the gag, chastity shorts, and restraints come off. No point in them now, I could not move anyway. “Ok, Let’s start getting him ready for the big event guys.” said the Bossman. The guys started to get to work. The razors were brought out, and I was quickly lathered up head to toe. Those guys took every damn hair off my body. Eyebrows included. After being flipped over and having my backside done, they stuck a tube up my arse, and started to clean me out, I guess. I could sense my guts filling up and then going down. “Add some K into the mix. We don’t want him coming out of the hole just yet.” The next thing I knew, there was some big fucking plug being shoved up my ass. DAMN, it must be huge! I would never have been able to take something that large before, but this time it just slid right in! What a rush when that fukka popped into place! Time to get turned over again….. One of them, started to work on my balls, pulling them deep into the sack. A heavy metal ball stretcher was put on me. Mmm… I started to get a little woody at that one. But before I could grow anymore, they squirted something cool into my cock, and worked it into some kind of cock cage. I suppose like a CB-3000, and locked it on. The last thing was a tube being shoved into my cock. It stung a little as it went in, but otherwise was ok. I was looking up, and saw the Boss looking down at me. He seemed so high up from the bottom of the pit I felt I was in. “Well pig boy, you’re going to get your heart’s desire now. Probably not what ya bargained for though. By the way, in case you thought this was going to be a short weekend scene, it’s not. I have been looking for a long-term pig like you. Got your cage all ready for ya!” He then held up some kind of rubber suit for me to look at. “I’m going to be putting you in this shortly, before we give you a little treat. You’ll be spending a LOT of time in rubber and leather. But that’s what you wanted, right?” I could not really make it out, but it looked like this suit could cover an entire person. I just laid there, not being able to say a word. The Boss then leaned over to me, and poured something tasting of bitter lemon and VERY salty in my mouth, which I swallowed. Not long after that, I was sound asleep. When I woke up, I was still a bit groggy, but was surprised by the plug in my hole sort of fucking me, as it was hooked up to some electric thing. My cock shaft was also tingling, as were my balls. As my head cleared a bit, I began to take stock of my situation. I could tell that I was hanging in air, as I was rocking a bit, must be a sling. I was completely covered in rubber. Feet, mitts on the hands, arms and my entire head! No eyes, or nose holes. Only a gag and tube to breathe through. I could also tell that my legs were in some stirrups or restraints. There also must have been a strap around my chest holding me in, along with my head. I really began to get a bit spooked now. “He’s awake now. Let’s get started. You men ready?” I heard a zipping noise to my side and felt air on my arm from the clinginess of the rubber. Something wet was rubbed on my arm and it was very cool after. Something like a tourniquet was wrapped on my upper arm and it suddenly hit me what was happening and I was scared shitless now. But there was no way I could move. “Ok guys, then let’s get started.” A pinprick hit my arm and entered it. “Ok I’ve registered. Nice red flash. Put on the headphones and get ready to crank up the electro.” Someone put on a set of headphones on me and I began to hear some horny techno fuck music. Soon after I could feel a tingling running up my arm, it then hit my tongue and I “tasted” something I can’t ever describe and I coughed into the gag. Within a second……… POW! I completely went flying. OH SHIT! I relaxed almost instantly and could barely move. The music began to buzz and went from electronic to electric. While I could not see a thing, there were flashes of light in my vision and the darkness broke up into patches, shifting around like puzzle pieces. Then my ass and cock exploded with electric pulses. My ass lips were clamping down on that plug in a rhythm that would never let go. (PLEASE SIR, I MUST HAVE MY ASS FILLED……… PLEASE……… I’M BEGGINNNNNGGG…….) “Ok, he’s ready. Take out the plug and lets start getting that hole open.” The plug was removed and a series of ever increasing sized instruments were put in. Each one felt better than the last, yet I NEEDed more….. I wanted more. I would do anything to have my hole filled. In. Out. It was a rocket to ecstasy mate. Who knows how long it had been. How many loads had been put in my arse. How wide and sloppy my hole had become. “Ok, he’s coming down now. Lets get him ready for a real deep fisting.” The world had stopped vibrating, and the music coming through the headphones sounded normal again. I was still feeling hungry, but riding the rhythm. “We set? Put in the real dark piss and plug him so he holds it. Want to make sure it blasts him.“ The zip in the other arm was opened again and I felt the cool wipe, as the tourniquet was wrapped around my arm. Another pin prick soon followed. “Got a register already. Hit him with the smoke.” I was still breathing rapidly through the tube in the gag. Then I was hit by a cool taste. Then it hit. Not as wild as the first, but I started flying again. WHOA…. Once again I was seeing the vibrating lights in my eyes. Then…… “Pushing now.” Here it comes the tingle, the taste on my tongue…………. “mmmmmyyyyyyyllllllll wwwwooooooooooooooollll…..” Iiiiiii’’’’mmmmmm vvvviibbbratyiiinnggllllll odooooogo doon’t knnnooww whhhlll.fa goaaupgl.. “ “Damn, man he is so fucked up. Never seen a lad that messed up before.” I was aware of what was happening, like it was a dream, but I had an idea of what was happening. Who were these guys? My hole was so hungry though and a mile wide. “Ok, he’s ready. He’ll take anything we give him now.” “Yeah, I’m already past the second ring. He’s just sucking me in now……….” How many fists did I take? How far did they get. I have no idea. I’m just in my cage now. Straightjacket. Mask. Gag. Plug. Waiting, for the next session.

His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

I should probably say "experiences" in the title, because this will be a series of posts about more than one session and more than one set of players. One of my blog followers who is very new to the scene likes to call or text me randomly and get some chem pig chat going, particularly on Fridays. On a recent Friday, he called and asked if I was going to be partying that day and I said yes, but that I would also be working as well. He was confused and asked how that was possible, and I told him that the guy I'd be partying with was also my client and we had paperwork and such to do between our clouds, cocks and chems. My buddy was pretty astonished and asked if that happened often. To be fair, not OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". PNP IN THE EX-GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE. A couple of years ago, I wound up being the selling agent for the family home of my high school girlfriend, a girl who fully believed we'd get married after college. I was doing males and females during high school - hey, any sex is better than no sex! - and briefly thought I could handle getting married since she was at least a bit adventurous during sex. Between freshman and sophomore year in college I realized my attraction to guys was much stronger and ended it before I made us both miserable. Fortunately, after a few weeks she realized I had done us both a favor, and we became friendly again. This was also fortunate for her favorite nephew, who was 8 when we broke up but when he came out at 16, his family had already dealt with my coming out, and was much more understanding. That's why when the family decided to sell the place 30 years later, they came to me. Now, no one was living in the place at the time, the family was scattered and only a few lived locally, my ex-GF a few miles away and her nephew 15 miles away in NYC. When Superstorm Sandy hit, not only was the place empty, but exGF and her family were on vacation in Florida... so guess who got to clean the property and house up? You guessed it. So there I was shop-vacuuming water out of the basement and pulling up rugs to dry when suddenly I heard the garage door open and close. Standing there in construction boots, ripped up (and damp) jeans and shirtless, I was pretty startled. "I figured you'd be here," I heard a voice say. "Well, actually, I was hoping you'd be here." I turned around to see Micah, the nephew. I had bumped into him in the city a few times over the years while I was in theater and he was doing modelling. We'd always exchange pleasantries, and every time he would say that he "needed to REALLY thank me sometime" for paving the way and making his coming out process so much easier. We'd laugh and that would be it... though I was pretty certain that I saw him at a distance a couple of times at sex clubs, but we never seemed to connect. Micah was now 40 and had passed through a very "pretty" phase to a handsome if somewhat "devilish" looking maturity. He was wiry guy of 5'7" at the most (I'm 6'). When I asked him why he hoped that, he smirked and said, "we have similar goals and similar limitations". I quirked an eyebrow and he answered, "your husband and my husband are both very vanilla, while WE are very much not." That made me laugh and he continued to tell me that he knew through mutual friends that I liked 'enhanced' play and further that my husband didn't but was okay with me doing it when he was working and I was playing. He said unfortunately, HIS husband was not quite so understanding. "I've been wanting to do you for years," he continued, "but we've never had the opportunity... my partner thinks its way too strange to have the hots for my aunt's old boyfriend... and I just came into possession of an 8 ball of the finest and can't keep it at home, so I thought I'd be responsible and come up and check out the condition of the house AND see if you felt like fucking and partying with me." As it was a Saturday, my hubby would be expecting me to play while he worked till after midnight anyway, so of course I said "hell yes". Not to mention that it was barely noon. I went out to my car and brought in the play bag I keep in my trunk with my leather, toys, vids, lubes and other necessaries while he pulled a similar bag out of his rent-a-car. We laughed when we saw how similar the contents were, and each pleased to find the other versatile. He also pulled out a water bong, and after filling the chamber with water and the bowl with some big shards, we lit up and started blowing some huge clouds, shotgunning each other fairly frequently. Still laughing about what pigs we both turned out to be, we each got our portable clean-out kits and headed toward separate bathrooms to get ready. He pulled out a little blue vitamin V for each of us, and we each took our own straight pipes with us to assist in the process. I set my laptop running some BB porn on its' screen and popped a DVD into the living room player for the bigger TV. We were both certain nothing of the kind had ever played in THIS house before! After cleaning out I returned to the living room in my leather harness and black leather jock strap, and spread some towels over the furniture. Just as I was firing up the torch, Micah came out of the other bathroom in a chain harness and rubber assless shorts. "Mmmm..." was all he said. He pushed me down into a sitting position on an ottoman and straddled his much shorter frame over my lap and proceeded to rape my mouth with his tongue while he ground his ass on my leather covered cock, stopping every once in a while to heat up the bowl and swap some clouds. Running our hands all over the other's body we each admitted we never expected the other to be as hairy, and that it was a plus for each of us. "Just think, you were almost my Uncle..." he said with an evil smile. Switching to a little boy voice but never changing his expression he whispered in my ear "Uncle J, do you wike wittle Micah sitting on your lap?" Chewing on his ear and neck while tweaking one of his nips with one hand and his hot hole with the other, I whispered back "Wittle Micah has no IDEA what kind of trouble sitting on Uncle J's lap could cause..." He popped up off my lap, handing the torch and bong back to me and knelt between my legs to start some oral action on my cock and balls. I blew clouds down over his dark hair and pale but ripped and hairy body while he did some officer class action on me followed by pushing the ottoman back until it hit a chair, so he could push me backwards and introduce his talented tongue to my hairy hole. He rimmed me with gusto and had me moaning, he appeared to be as into eating hole as I am, and that's going some. I called "switch" and he took my place sitting while I got between his legs. His package was a surprise. Now mine is average length but above average width. His was a bit shorter than mine, but considering our height difference, his looked bigger on his body. And he was thicker than even my cock... and I mean THICK. His balls were small, but hung in a very long loose sack as opposed to my fat eggs in their short case. I gave the best return oral service I know, stretching as wide as I could, and was able to deep throat him since he wasn't too long, but it was a challenge. The musk of his balls was heavenly, especially since he was blowing clouds down over me as I licked and sucked them. Finally, reaching back to my bag, I pulled out some Max Impact hearing Micah say "Excellent! Love that stuff" as I sprayed some onto one of my sweat socks and sucked on it then handed both to him. "Fuck, you're a pig!" he chuckled, "so happy about that!" as he sprayed some more and the stuff hit me like a freight train. I dove into his cute little hairy butt like it was my last meal - tonguing, licking, sucking, giving little bites and basically making out with his fresh hole. He was moaning, then he pulled a prepared booty bump out of his bag and asked me to bump him then return to rimming. I was happy to comply and soon he was moaning and writhing and ready to burst. Abruptly standing up, he looked down at me and said "this is so fucking hot, but I've got a plan... indulge me." He directed me to pick up my porn playing laptop, and my bag while he got his bag and the bong and favors and led me down the hall... Right into my ex-girlfriends old bedroom... which frighteningly hadn't changed in 30 years, she being youngest and last to leave home. White wooden furniture and bed, white walls, sky blue ceiling and sky blue shag carpet, it was still as hideous to me as it was in 1980. I looked at Micah. The evil smile was back. "THIS, right here, on her bed, is where you fuck her nephew bareback." He lay back on the frilly coverlet and lifted his hairy satyr-like legs exposing his hairy hole wantonly licking a finger and running it around the ring... "Fuck me, Uncle Jay." Giving that hole a few last swipes with my tongue, then spitting into my hand to make my cock a bit wetter, I slid into him in the very same room and very same bed in which his aunt gave up her virginity to me. "You are one hot, sick, twisted little fucker..." I said to him before moving my mouth down to tongue and chew on his nips while I fucked him. He felt amazing and let's face it, the whole situation was so wrong but so right. I pulled him up even further into me so I could tongue the end of his fat cock while I changed my fuck motion to a slow grind. "Make sure you breed me with this first load... I know you're poz, I am too..." I was happy to comply. When I exploded in him, he let me breathe for a minute, then indicating that we pack everything up again, I followed him down the hall, around the corner, then down a half flight of stairs to the den and adjoining small guest bedroom. We put the play bags and my laptop in the guest room and returned to the den, where he was popping another BB video in the downstairs player... this one had FF action and a lot of leather. You could tell a number of the actors were tweaked. He quickly ran back upstairs for glasses and ice and pulled a couple of gatorades from his bag and poured. He then indicated the two shot glasses from his grandparent's bar collection and simply asked "G?" "Hell, why not, just give me 1.5," he nodded, but 2.0 in his glass poured gatorade over and put them down in front of us. He loaded some nice rocks into the bong and we blew some more clouds and shared some more shotguns before he felt the time was right for the G... "and it's time for YOUR booty bump... pull those dancer legs up "Uncle"". We did our G shots, grimacing at the nastiness, and I rolled backward bringing my hole into the flickering light of the porn video. While he inserted the syringe in my ass, I sucked down a few more clouds, as I have found I always need to do when I add G. He kissed my hole and had me hold my legs up for a minute or two while he hit the pipe himself, and then carried all the supplies into the guest room. He returned, looked at me with a smirk, and crooked his finger indicating that I should follow. The guest room had changed a bit but was essentially the same as it was when it was the room I would stay overnight in during High School... and where my then-girlfriend would sneak downstairs to in the middle of the night to join me - for her it was the naked snuggling she looked forward to, for me it was the fucking before the snuggling that was anticipated... frankly snuggling with all of those bouncy curvy things just didn't do it for me. Too soft for me. Micah slipped behind me and rubbed up against me - his cock actually went between my legs rather than my crack as he snuggled up to me, and it occurred to me that this was already the best "snuggling" I'd gotten in this room ever. He teased my nips and my cock from behind and asked "Remember how my brother and I stayed here a lot when our parents were getting divorced when you were dating my aunt?" I nodded an affirmative. "Well, you didn't know that I'd watch for Aunt Maureen to head to this room. I bet you didn't know that there's a crawl space that runs under the half-stairs from the closet in the room Jonah and I stayed in to the closet in this room." He pointed at the closet door, which like many such doors of that time period was louvered. I shot him a puzzled look over my shoulder, and his first response was to push my forward onto the bed on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. "Damn, there it is... the ass I drooled over while I watched you from behind while you fucked my aunt... I could always see your perfect hairy glutes and thighs as you pumped and on the outstroke I would see this hole of yours... glad to see it hasn't changed too much in all that time." While he was saying this he was dragging his fingers sensuously around my quivering bud. Then I felt his hot breath and his warm face between my cheeks and I shivered. He took a few licks of my pucker and pulled back slightly to tell me to take a few hits from the bong. It was in easy reach and I was soon inhaling clouds while and expert tongue got me twisted in knots! As I was losing myself in clouds and being rimmed, he pulled back a bit again and while continuing to nuzzle my butt with his nose and an occasional nip here and there he murmured "yep, I fell in love with this ass of yours all the way back then. Jonah did too." "WHAT?" I said, shaken out of my reverie. "Yeah, we fucked each other all through High School, but when I came home from my first year in College and told him I was pozzed that semester, he freaked out and went all religious on us. Actually turned "Born Again" and swore off all sex of any kind. Pity... but enough of that, now it's time for me to fuck this ass. Flip over!" Seems he wanted the nostalgia of seeing my ass the way it was when I was a teenager fucking his Aunt, but for the actual action itself he wanted to see me face-to-face. That was totally okay by me, I prefer that myself." A grinning demon rummaged around to toss me the Max Impact and this time HIS underwear from his arrival... the kinky pig... and because of his width, he lubed a bit and while I huffed, he slowly began inserting that FAT cock into my willing but tight former-top-only hole. When it popped in, I have to admit I saw stars for a minute and used my larger size and muscles to hold him still for the minute or so it took for my ass to stop spasming. Once that happened, he continued to slide in, fortunately a short distance since the stretch was so much. But inevitably, it felt good, then great, then heavenly. He bred my hole in the room where he discovered he was turned on by a man's ass. That twisted little fucker made sure we did something sexual in every room of the house... we got into a 69-rim session in his old bunk bed in the bedroom on the other side of the stairs. We did watersports in the master bath and played with toys in the downstairs bath. With his legs around my waist and my cock in his ass we stepped out onto the deck to fuck out there for a few minutes, but it was NOVEMBER and that didn't last long. We used the kitchen counters as convenient rim and suck stations, rode a double headed dildo in the living room, and he had me fist him on his Grandparents bed. Seriously. He had to make sure we hit every place he had some memory of in that house. Realize I had a good number of memories there too, and the thought of his accepting but very straight-laced 94 year old grandfather knowing what chemfueled bacchanalia took place even on his very own (former) bed, both turned me on and boggled my mind. When I got home around 1AM, my hubby just laughed his butt off about the whole thing... "only you, hon, only you". And every once in a while as we were falling asleep I'd hear "only you... but DAMN that's hot". The next day while he had brunch shift, I went back to clean up and Micah and I had a last round or two (being still kind of amped) before we actually cleaned up. When I left he joked that he certainly had to recommend my services as a real estate agent highly, as it was obvious that I provided services few other agents did! When my ex his Aunt Maureen returned the next week from visiting her dad (Micah's aforementioned grandpa) in Florida, she stopped by the house and called to thank me and commend me for how spotless and cleaned up the place was... she was amazed I would do so much extra work. She also mentioned that her nephew had been singing my praises telling her that she had no idea how dedicated, talented and devoted to satisfying a customer I was and she should be "crystal clear" on my dedication and enthusiasm. I contained my laughter, since there was no WAY I could explain... I've bumped into Micah a few times since at sex parties in the city and we always spend sometime playing - and laughing! Coming soon: Part 2 - Renovation Chemming Part 3 - Selling my FB's Condo Part 4 - Candyman refers a Home Buyer

So this is a bit of a first... For years I have posted stories that have been salvaged and re-discovered from defunct sites or old archives. The following is my first attempt at a new story from scratch, mostly drawling on a number of my favorite fetishes and story settings. Hope for good feed back and responses ================================================================ The two embraced each other as though life long lovers, yet this was the first time either had held the other in one another's arms. The home was a simple two story townhouse, the room they stood was full of the objects accumulated by a man's life, the shelves full of books and tokens, the tables decorated with candles and figurines. Yet despite this, it looked clean and well cared for. A large couch filled the center of the room and the two made their way toward it. The two had met online several months ago, both seeking a need that only the other could provide. The boy had just graduated college and was finished with the punishing studies he had labored under for years. Free from his schooling, he found his sexuality awakened and began to seek out the growing hunger for more and more depraved acts, a journey that found him wishing to fully embrace the ultimate act of giving up his body to another. It was a journey that led him to the Dark Daddy now holding him. The Daddy embracing him is an older ebony skinned man in his mid 50’s, his body showing the lines of someone that at one point was far more muscled and thick than it is today, but now looked thin and crisscrossed with veins. The boy is young and milk skinned, his body in sharp contrast appears at the peak of fitness, smooth, toned, and in good health. Fully knowing that his decisions tonight will put all of that at risk. Indeed, he has a blissed out look on his face full of sexual heat and anticipated lust. The Daddy had spent much of his life indulging the very same passions that the boy now sought out and had accepted the consequences of his hedonism and sinful depravity. Now late in his life, he had decided to seek out someone to become a part of him, not just as another fuck or another notch on his belt, but as a Son that could hopefully pass on his legacy to a new generation. To Ensure his progeny, his DNA continues to spread and multiply. The Daddy looked at the boy, knowing soon he would be "his" Boy and smiled. The boy had arrived mere moments ago, and after each looked upon the other, felt that they had found their destiny. Brief words were exchanged before the sexual energy between them proved too strong and they began to disrobe and reveal their forms fully to one another. Even before each exposed their bodies, they could each breath in the scent and natural musk coming from one another. The Daddy breathed in the sweaty yet clean smells from The Boy, he smiled knowing how weak they would be compared to his own. The Daddy, despite his age and condition, still worked to keep his frail body in shape, and the dense fog of musk and sweat that clung to him he could see was already having its desired effect upon the Boy. The Boy felt light headed as he breathed in the deep and powerful scent, not yet knowing how much more powerful the Musk would become. The two looked into each other's eyes as The Daddy spoke for the first time since they had embraced. "You do not yet know how much joy it gives me to have you at last in my arms. There is so much to show you and so much we will experience together. I will become much more than just your lover, but your father, and in time your God." he says as he brings the boy forward. Rough fingers caressing soft smooth skin. "To begin this path you must learn to worship me, worship my body, my scent, and my seed. In time you will become as one with me and know the true union of our flesh." he spoke in a deep commanding voice, thick with age and experience. The boy, whose heart was already racing, quickly agreed. "Of course Sir, Daddy. I want so deeply to accept you, but I know it cannot happen too soon. Please Sir, I will follow and pledge myself to you however you desire." The boy said and The Daddy was pleased. He knew that the boy may finally be the one to carry on his legacy and become part of the Dark Brotherhood. The Daddy looked into his eyes, and into his soul, and saw the life he would change forever, and saw it was good.

Fucking hot story. My cock always shoots an heavy load of poz cum while reading a chapter. Please keep writting and let us enjoy more chapters

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Looking to get a load or 2 in me tonight before @PozVersTwunk comes over again and breeds me…. Dirty loads preferred 😈

It will be reintroduced to SOME extent as my story winds down.

That would be loads. First met a guy on Sniffles and went to his place where he fucked me and left a load. Then went to the bookstore where the first guy I met had Tina for me-snorted and put some up My ass and flying. We played and he asked if I wanted some more and shoved a nice size rock up my ass. Stripped in a booth and got on my knees with my ass in the air and door open. Took three loads. Then early evening got on Sniffles again and met up with a guy. He was unsure about meeting as have no pic. Said if he did not play once we met would be fine with me. So we met and he had me take off my shirt and he played with my nips and rubbed me. He said let’s try and see. Well we got naked and he lubed my ass. He was so handsome and sexy. He fucked me in various positions. AlL of a sudden he said he was going to cum. He fucked me like a rabbit and growled when he came deep inside of me. All In all good day for the slut I want to be.

About four days ago. I plan on going to a park tomorrow to give some Christmas relief to any and everyone. Public sex is great and preferred honestly. At the park I go to there's a guy that no one really messes with, and he'll hog the restroom. So I let him breed me since he won't last long, and then he'll leave satisfied & everyone else will enter the restroom. It works out since I have a load up my ass that'll be used as lube for the next guy. I'm also not opposed to sucking off any of the guys in there. As long as they cum in my mouth or ass I'm happy.

I love a smooth hole. Mine is kept shaved as I just find it more sensual and sensitive and like to be able to see everything when playing 😉

About a week or so ago, I met a fisting pig for the first time. His hole is unreal, it fits my entire fist as a warmup and hangs half-loose naturally, he'll be fully wrecked by the end of 2023 no doubt. Anyhow, some light foreplay, some anal hooks and plugs, and we move on to fisting. He almost took my double, and swallowed my arm nearly to the elbow. After several hours of pigging out, he was finally exhausted, but I had been locked in chastity for 2 weeks and was horny as fuck. A mix of pheromones, poppers, pot, and sweat made me decide to unlock and fuck his loose cunt. I could fit my entire cock AND balls, and kept slipping out there was so much extra room in that cavernous gape, but I fucked myself silly before slathering his innards with my load and collapsing in a sticky pool of lube, gut juices, cum, and our collective piss and sweat.

I guy texted me on Sniffels It is cold and he was horny Could he come over and fuck me sure I said give me 10 min. All of a sudden he texted me was here. No time to prepare went upstairs and I sucked him a little He then came from behind and fucked me doggie. shot a huge load in my ass. Afterwards he said he just wanted relief and was going Christmas shopping I got a nice load in my ass

I had just received my second load and my ass was a little sore. I sat and thought: Were my ass walls a bit roughed up now? Did my last breeder create a pathway for infection? Damn, sprt of twisted thoughts, but why did they turn me on so much? I was fingering my hole feeling the mixture of fluids. poz cum, neg cum, saliva, my ass juices. I couldn't resist tasting them all which made me even hornier.....and I stll hadn't cum. It was only 11 PM so I decided to try grindr again. After a few minutes I saw a guy who I had played with a few times and always had a great time. He was a young black college student. 20 yo but still looked like an adolescent. 5-10, 140, skinny with a fat 8" dick that defied his slender stature. He had an unkempt fro, a scraggly beard and a thick untrimmed bush. Basically really cute and sexy. In bed he was verbal and uninhibited. I messaged him and soon he was on his way. I met him at the door and we immediately locked lips. He was always a great kisser and tonight was no exception. He had sweat pants on and I could feel that his dick was rock hard. As I kissed him I slipped my hand down his pants and started fingering his hole. He started moaning and told me he wanted my babies in him. I so needed to fuck him. We headed to the bedroom and undressed as we kissed. His dick was so hard and pointing towards the ceiling. We got in bed. I got on top of him and continued to kiss him. I made way down his body. His nipples were so hard and I loved the sprouting hair around them. I followed his treasure trail down to his dick and sucked him deep. I relished in the musk of his body as I licked his balls making my way to his hole. As I ate his hole I noticed he reached for my poppers and took huge hits. He then placed them under my nose. We were both flying now. He told me he wanted my cock and my babies inside. With that prompt I lifted his legs off the bed exposing his gorgeous hairy boy hole in my face, I stuck my tongue as deep as I could. He pushed his hole open exposing the hint of a rosebud looking so inviting. I kissed him again wanting him to taste his musk and then asked him to suck me, to get my cock as wet as possible. He sucked me hard, deep throated me and got me so wet. I was ready. I lifted his legs again, my dick was wet, his hole was wet......I poked his hole hit the poppers and slid right in. My god. 2 loads in my ass and my dick was in this incredible boy hole ready to breed. I thought this might be my last HIV negative load. I started pounding him telling him how great his ass felt. He kept telling me to cum in him. We shared more poppers and I shotgunned poppers into his mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer and went balls deep. My dick exploded at least 8 shots as he squeezed his hole around my penis. I stayed in him kissing him . My dick didnt soften. I pulled out and was still rock hard. I looked at his hole and could see my white creamy semen clinging to his ass hair. I went down to taste it and the scent was intoxicating... My nut his musky ass. I sucked some out and then kissed him To be continued

Please itemize those provisions, instead of merely making unsubstantiated allegations that they exist. In fact, in relevant part, the act says "Nothing in this Act, or any amendment made by this Act, shall be construed to diminish or abrogate a religious liberty or conscience protection otherwise available to an individual or organization under the Constitution of the United States or Federal law." It further states "Consistent with the First Amendment to the Constitution, nonprofit religious organizations, including churches, mosques, synagogues, temples, nondenominational ministries, interdenominational and ecumenical organizations, mission organizations, faith-based social agencies, religious educational institutions, and nonprofit entities whose principal purpose is the study, practice, or advancement of religion, and any employee of such an organization, shall not be required to provide services, accommodations, advantages, facilities, goods, or privileges for the solemnization or celebration of a marriage. Any refusal under this subsection to provide such services, accommodations, advantages, facilities, goods, or privileges shall not create any civil claim or cause of action." That's about as iron-clad a protection for the "free exercise" clause I can imagine, unless you think that "free exercise" means that public officials can refuse to perform their job duties (for example, county clerks refusing to record same-sex marriages) on the grounds that it's against their religion to do so. So please - do detail for us the "provisions of this law" that "usurp the 'free exercise' clause." I am not sure why I should feel the need to be "intellectually honest" when several members of the current Supreme Court are anything but that, themselves, but even so: let's look at the central holding of the Dobbs decision you seem to think was correctly decided. The majority believes that for an unenumerated right to be recognized under the Constitution, it must have been "deeply rooted in [our] history and tradition;" intellectual honesty would require that interpretation of enumerated rights be viewed with the same lens. Indeed, the right wing of the Court specifically looks at the Eighth Amendment through that lens: if the founders' generation would not have considered a punishment cruel or unusual, in their view, we can't either. But when it comes to the Second Amendment, despite its clear implication that it's meant to be viewed in the light of an official militia, and despite the fact that high-powered weapons (of the day) were most definitely NOT allowed to be in private hands, the so-called "conservative" majority on this Court ignores history, ignores the text, and carries out its goal of allowing people to possess almost any sort of weapon they want, under almost any circumstances. Marriage has been recognized as a right since at least 1923, when the Supreme Court held (in Meyer v. Nebraska) that the Due Process Clause protected an array of rights - among them, the right to marry, establish a home, raise children, and so forth that had long been recognized under the common law. Meyer wasn't even about marriage, itself; the Court merely noted that it was long-established that such rights were protected under common law, and as such protected by the Due Process Clause. And even at the time, not all marriages were religious in nature; non-religious, civil marriages (not some bullshit second-class "civil unions") were recognized under federal law since the early 20th century at a minimum, and in many states long before that. So for at least a century, your statement that marriage is only a religious ceremony has been false. If there is no substantive difference under the law between how these "civil unions" would be treated compared with "married heterosexual couples", then there is also no reason to use different terms for the two. Calling one item a square and the other an equilateral rectangle - when they are, for definitive purposes, the exact same thing - serves no purpose whatsoever. And if they need different names because they are not, in fact, under the law, identical, then you have an equal protection problem.

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

Well, I love to eat a wet Hole. It's not that some particular guy's Sperm is up there - it's nothing personal at all. My interest is that there are loads in the Hole; it's the Sperm, not the source that interests me. So to the question, I don't feel the need to consume some one's Sperm, It's that the bottom is taking loads off any Cock that's inclined to Breed him. Behavior-focused (of the bottom), not which Cock has pumped load up his Hole.

Before I put out the next chapter, just for a bit of fun and to involve the readers of this story, if you think that Bill's friend Ronald should have the following tattoo then give this image a ''piggy'' reaction;

Part 16: What Peter is Made of "The student is a male." I almost heard Pastor Kline gasp from excitement. We both sat in silence, allowing the admission to wash over us. Fuck, Pastor Kline had been right. Peter was gay, or, at least, bisexual. Not only that, but he admitted to cumming what sounded like buckets of cum. Dominic would lose his mind when he found out. “I’m ashamed,” Peter said, tears starting to flow, his chest heaving. “I know it’s a sin. I know I’ve broken my marriage vows. Not only that, but I’ve slept with another man. I’m disgusting. I’m a horrible person. I feel horrible. That’s why I haven’t told my wife. I’m ashamed.” “The male student consented to the sex?” Pastor Kline asked. “What?” Peter asked. “Yes. He’s one of the players on the basketball team. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was wrong. What should I do?” “Have you always struggled with these kinds of thoughts?” I asked him. “Thoughts concerning other men?” Peter thought for a moment and then slowly nodded. “Since I was a teenager. I tried to push it down, and I’ve been able to for the most part, but it’s always been there. Even with my wife, my mind always wandered somewhere else when we were… you know.” “Do you watch gay pornography?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have,” he said. “I always erase the browser history. My wife doesn’t know much about computers, so she doesn’t know what to look for.” “What kind of pornography have you watched?” Pastor Kline asked. Peter gave us an odd look. "I... I just said. Gay pornography." "What kind of gay pornography?" “What? Does that matter?” “I just want to understand the lengths your sinful nature has taken you,” Pastor Kline said. He looked at me and winked, smiling. “Um, well, I’ve watched videos about jocks. You know, men that look like the student. I’d never watch anything of someone underage. I’d never do that.” “That’s fine. What else?” Peter gave us an odd look before he continued. I noticed his hand reach down to his crotch where he adjusted himself. There was a bulge forming, showing that the conversation was getting him a bit excited. “I’ve watched videos of hairy men. Strong men.” “And do you like men that are hairy and strong?” I asked. Peter stared at me and slowly nodded. “You’ve thought about these men having sexual intercourse with you?” Peter nodded. “You’ve thought about entering these men or them entering you?” “I…” he started, something changing in his eyes. His hand moved back down to his crotch, his fingers lightly grazing over the bulge forming. “I top the jocks,” he said. “But I bottom for hairy men.” “Have you ever done this?” Pastor Kline asked. “We know you’ve slept with a student, as you said, topping him, but have you bottomed for a man?” “No,” he said. “Do you want to?” Peter looked from Pastor Kline to me and nodded. “But it’s wrong.” “When you slept with your student, how did you feel?” “Guilty.” “No. How did you feel when you entered him?” “I felt… good. I felt strong. I felt like I wanted him.” “So, you took him.” “Yes.” “And how did you feel as you climaxed?” “Amazing,” Peter said. “At first.” “At first?” Pastor Kline asked. “Was it the guilt?” “No,” he said. “You see, it’s like with my wife, I guess. I ejaculate so much, so when I came, it filled up the condom and made a mess.” “He made you wear a condom?” “Of course,” Peter said. “I wasn’t going to bareback him.” Hearing Peter using these terms showed that he was breaking down. He was no longer speaking to his pastors. He was speaking to two men who were interested in the type of sex he’s having. His hand was now glued to his crotch, rubbing the increasing bulge. “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “You have to wear a condom.” “Have you ever watched porn where the top didn’t wear a condom?” “Well… yeah.” “And did you find yourself turned on by the idea?” Peter was silent for a moment, and I was afraid that we had lost him. “Yes,” he finally said. “It feels better without a condom, doesn’t it?” Pastor Kline said. “Think of how it felt with your wife. Didn’t it feel good having skin on skin?” “Yes.” “Imagine what that would have been like with your student. Your skin on his skin.” Peter’s hand was pulling on his bulge, no sign of hiding the raging boner in his pants. “Imagine what it would be like to ejaculate inside him, not in a condom. Imagine what it would be like to cum inside someone who wants every last drop of your semen. What would that be like?” “Incredible,” Peter said. “God wants us to feel fulfilled, Peter,” I told him. “It sounds as if your fulfillment may reside outside your marriage.” “But, isn’t that wrong?” “If it feels so good, how wrong can it be?” Pastor Kline asked. “Your wife doesn’t understand the blessing you are to her. Imagine finding someone who understands that. Imagine being able to fulfill that need. Imagine being able to unload inside your student. Imagine what it would be like if you were able to do what you’ve never been able to do. Imagine if you’re able to bottom for a man. Is that something that you want?” Peter slowly nodded. “And knowing how good it feels not wearing a condom, would you make another man wear a condom if he were to have sex with you?” “I mean…” he started. “What about diseases?” “What about them?” Pastor Kline asked. “I don’t want to catch anything.” “Why not? You said you don’t sleep with your wife anymore, so there’s no fear in passing it on to her. Imagine not having to worry about getting anything because you’ve already got it. Doesn’t that sound like freedom. Imagine being able to pass that freedom on to someone else. Wouldn’t you want to be free? Isn’t that what you’re looking for? Aren’t you trying to finally have what you’ve always wanted, a freedom to fuck whoever you want?” At the word “fuck” I could see Peter tense up, his hand on his crotch clutching hard over the fabric as his body shook. His eyes closed tight as he groaned, his free hand reaching out and grabbing the desk for support. I stood up and approached him, reaching down and taking his hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “Let me see,” I said. He looked from me down to his crotch were a wet spot was already starting to grow. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him. “Unzip your pants and let me see.” He slowly undid his pants, undoing his belt and button and slowly unzipping until we could see his briefs underneath. They were saturated in cum. When he had said that he came more than normal, I could never have imagined it being to this extent. “Stand up,” I told him. As he did so, I knelt down, my hands taking his pants and pulling them to the floor. The entire front of his briefs were soaked through, his cum leaking out through the fabric. I took hold of his waistband and slowly pulled his briefs down, revealing a seven-inch cock covered in cum. As the briefs struggled down his legs, globs of cum fell onto the carpet and onto my hands. “Sorry,” Peter said. He moved his hand to clean me off, but I stopped him. Instead, I looked up into his eyes and brought the cum to my mouth, licking it up with my tongue. His eyes grew wide as his dick grew hard, sticking out toward my face. Preccum was dripping out, joining the cum already covering his dick. I took hold of his dick and pulled along his shaft, collecting the cum until I reached the head. There was a full puddle of cum in my palm which I reached back toward Pastor Kline. He pressed his mouth against my hand and sucked the cum into his mouth, licking my hand clean. “Holy fuck,” Peter groaned. “Not what you were expecting?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Are you two…” “Gay?” Pastor Kline finished, licking his lips. “We are.” “Does anyone know?” “Only my boyfriend,” I told Peter. “No one knows about him, though. He comes to the church. Dominic Moore.” I could see Peter’s eyes light up. “I’ve seen him,” he said. “He’s gorgeous.” “That he is,” Pastor Kline said. “He’s been fucking Pastor Ryder for months now. He started fucking me over a week ago.” “Bareback,” I added, watching as the conversation caused more precum to drip from Peter’s cock. It looked as if someone had left the faucet on, a constant stream leaking out. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.” “Yeah,” he said. “I can cum about five times in a row. I only need about a minute or two between each.” “Fuck,” Pastor Kline said. “Sounds like a gift from God.” “Like I said,” Peter told us, “I can’t have kids of my own. I can’t pass that part of me on to someone else.” “There are always ways you can pass something on,” I told him. “Don’t worry about that.” “You won’t tell anyone will you?” Peter asked. “We won’t if you won’t,” Pastor Kline said. “We’re thinking of starting a support group in the church for men like us.” “A support group?” “A group supporting each other’s need for gay sex,” he clarified. “I’m sure we aren’t the only ones feeling unfulfilled. We’ve all got deep desires we want to see met.” “My desire,” I said, grabbing the base of Peter’s cock and watching as a thicker stream of precum leaked out, “is to see firsthand how much cum you shoot. I’ve never heard of hyperspermia, but I’d love to witness it myself.” “Are you sure?” he asked. I nodded. I opened my mouth and took his dick inside, reaching the back of my throat. I heard him groan as his hands grabbed onto my shoulders for support. “That’s incredible,” he stuttered out. “I’ve never had anyone suck me off before.” “Not even your student?” Pastor Kline asked. He shook his head. “I’ve only fucked his ass.” These words alone caused more precum to spill out into my throat. I started sucking him, moving along his shaft, amazed by the constant stream of precum. What any normal man would be able to produce during a normal orgasm was coming out of Peter’s dick within a minutes time as precum. His hips started to push toward me, his pubes pressing into my face. His pace started to quicken, his hands holding tighter onto my shoulders. “I’m going to cum again,” he moaned, his breathing quick. “Do it,” Pastor Kline said. “Unload down his throat. Shoot into his stomach.” I pulled back as I felt Peter’s dick swell, opening my mouth and resting his dick’s head on the tip of my tongue as he started shooting. Whatever I had expected, it had not been this. It felt as if he was pissing into my mouth, but instead of urine, he was filling me with cum. Shot after shot filled my mouth, some landing on my face, as he unloaded his second orgasm within the past few minutes. After nearly a minute of his cum shooting into my mouth, I felt his grip on my shoulders weaken. “Fuck,” he said, falling back into his chair. I stood up and looked into the mirror Pastor Kline had on his wall. My mouth was shut, filled to the brim with Peter’s cum, but there were still globs of cum clinging to my face, mixing into my beard. I felt as if I had taken the loads of six men into my mouth and over my face. I couldn’t believe all of this had come from one man. I turned back to Peter who was staring at me and smiled. I swallowed his cum and then ran my hand over my face, collecting what my mouth had missed. “That’s fucking insane,” I said, licking up the remaining cum. “I can’t imagine why your wife doesn’t like what you can do.” “She says it’s grotesque,” Peter said. “She says no man should be able to do something like that. It’s not natural.” “It’s better than natural,” I said. “It’s a gift. If more men could do that, I know we’d have more gay guys walking around than straight.” “I think it’s only fair,” Pastor Kline said, “for me to experience for myself this wonder given to us.” “Are you up for another round?” I asked Peter. Peter smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.” “That’s the right answer,” Pastor Kline said, kneeling down and taking Peter’s cock down his throat.” “How does this work?” Peter asked as Pastor Kline blew him. “You two and Mr. Moore?” “Dominic is a top,” I explained. “I’m versatile. I’ve been fucked by Dominic, but I’ve fucked Pastor Kline and two other men. Pastor Kline is what they call a cum pig. He only bottoms.” “What am I?” Peter asked, his eyes fluttering as Pastor Kline continued his assault at Peter’s dick. “I think you’re like me,” I said. “I think you fuck younger guys, giving them your copious amount of cum. And you get fucked by guys like Dominic.” “Do you think he’d fuck me?” Peter asked, his eyes now closed as Pastor Kline sucked him dry. “Would your boyfriend want to fuck me?” “He would,” I said. “But there are some other things attached to that.” “What kind of things?” “We’ll talk about that later,” I said. Peter nodded and then held Pastor Kline’s head against his crotch as he shot his third load. To Pastor Kline’s credit, not a single drop of Peter’s gushing cum leaked out of his mouth. By the time Peter’s orgasm had ended, Pastor Kline stood up and looked at me with a huge smile on his face. “I told you I had a good feeling about Peter.” “You were right,” I told him. “How am I supposed to leave the church like this?” Peter asked, looking down at his cum-soaked briefs and pants. “I’ve got you,” I said. I ran to my office and pulled out one of the extra pairs of underwear and pants that I kept on hand. “These should fit you,” I said. “They may be a bit snug.” “That’s fine,” Peter said, removing his soaked clothing. “We’ll be taking these, though,” Pastor Kline said, taking the briefs and pants. He held the briefs up to his face and licked what remained of the cum. “Never thought I’d say this, Peter, but I love how you taste.” “Thanks,” he said, buttoning the pants I gave him. “Maybe I can taste you sometime.” “We’re hoping you will,” I said. “Like I said, I’m sure Dominic would love to fuck your ass, but there are a few things we’d have to discuss first.” “Like what?” he asked. “How about this,” I said, taking out my phone. “Put your number in my phone, and I’ll message you about us getting together. After that, we’ll talk. How does that sound?” “Good to me,” Peter said. He entered his number and handed me my phone. As I took it, he leaned in and kissed me. He was a good kisser. I was jealous that his wife got to kiss him whenever she wanted. Then again, she didn’t take the gift that was his unlimited cum. “I never thought I’d kiss a pastor,” he said. “You’ve had two suck your dick,” I reminded him. “That’s true.” As he turned to leave, Pastor Kline stopped him. “Peter, who was the student you fucked?” Peter’s face grew red. “Lewis Berg.” “Lewis Berg?” I said, dumbfounded. “From our youth group?” Peter nodded. Pastor Kline and I exchanged looks. “Don’t tell him that I told you that,” Peter said. “We won’t,” I said. Peter left, leaving Pastor Kline and I to exchange glances. “Looks like we have another name for our support group,” Pastor Kline said. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you're finding Peter a great addition. Question, out of Dominic, Will, Dr. Wade, Jay, Pastor Kline, and Peter, who would you rather fuck or have fuck you? Why?

Holy hell this town is crawling with sub boy's this year. I have to wonder if word got out on the best collage as well as place to get breed? I will be posting another in a few that is Captain of the baseball team here. He is about to take it for the team and he doesn't even know it yet. 2 of his team mates are coming over to help fill him and suck him dry before he is caged and he thinks it going to be girls sucking him off

No, thank you. This is what he type of erotica that I secretly dig — ravenous sexual vignettes that are scattered about and expertly woven into an educational and vivid backdrop, surrounded by rich, terrifying, and loveable characters. Now, the horny part of me just wants to sit in your brain for a day while you do nothing but jerk off. Me feels you have some fantastic wank material in your ‘magination station.

PART TWELVE I woke up in a fair bit of pain, but was kinda surprised that it wasn't from my fucked arse. I was so desperate for a piss I dashed to the toilet, slipping the panties down and removing the tape quickly as possible as I sat down. It was such a relief as I didn't think I'd had a piss since I got made-up for the night and let out a relaxing groan as it all flowed out of me. I was still a little bit out of it so it wasn't until I ran my fingers through my hair, that I realised I still had the wig on. I put it carefully next to the bathroom sink and wiped the make-up off with the wipes I'd been provided. I'd just finished when I heard some rustling near my apartment door and quickly went to see what it was. There was a note under my door and opening it, I read "I've got a package of yours, come to Unit 4B to pick it up." It was only then I realised that it was 10:30, I'd slept in so late! In my haze last night, I'd already changed into a tshirt so I quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and walked over to pick up my package. The door opened to the overly gay guy that I'd run into before, "Oh my god! I thought it'd be you, come in, come in." I was already nervous enough about what it might've been and who it got sent to, but even more now. "Sorry, I already opened it. I was expecting something from the same place & I opened it before I checked the name." Looking in the box, I was embarrassed to see the two dildos that I'd ordered while I was out of it a few days ago. "I'd ordered some stuff for myself, and when I opened it I knew it wasn't for me & that's when I checked who it was meant to go to." One of the dildos seemed fine, but the other was frankly ridiculous. "I could tell you were a size queen when you had that plug up your ass." Before I had the chance to say how much it was hurting because I was coming down after it was inserted he asked, "Could you show me how well you take them seeing I was nice enough to make sure you got them safely?" "I guess..." thinking to myself that 1. I'd never taken anything up my arse sober before and 2. At least if it was just this guy that knew I'd ordered them, I should be relatively safe. "Um.....how did you want me?" "Well, you can take those daggy clothes off for a start!" he smiled. I'd only just taken my tshirt off when he said "That chest of yours is beautiful." Shit, had I left the breastplate on? I was somewhat relieved to see looking down that it wasn't on, but that the pills I'd taken had caused my nipples to puff up a bit. That was the reason why the tshirt had been giving me such a strange feeling as I was walking, I had to admit that it felt good too. As I slid my shorts down, his eyes widened. Fuck, I had the panties still on! "You really are a fem little faggot, aren't you?" he laughed. I could tell his tone changed, he was still over the top, but was a lot more dominant which really turned me on. "I was doing a favour last night for someone..." I replied, as I quickly took them off. "I'll bet you were! Between your little tits, the panties and.....wow...that small cock of yours, anyone'd think you were going through some changes" I looked down at my cock, it was still much smaller than usual. I thought it was a result of the taping but maybe the pills had worked on that too? "Turn around for me so I can check out that beautiful arse of yours." I could hear him move closer as I turned around and it wasn't long before I felt his hot breath on my hole. "I was gonna rim your hole to get your arse ready but...is that cum in there?" "Yeah...I got fucked last night..." "Who by?" I couldn't help but blush, even though he couldn't see my face. "My uber driver" "Not only fem and a size queen, but a slut too!" and with that, I could feel the smaller dildo starting to open my arse up. "Oh fuuuuuck!" I groaned as he worked it in. "Yes dadd.." I let out, before trying to catch myself, I was having inadvertent flashbacks to my father and Addie's Dad. "Like daddies do you hon? You're in luck coz I LOOOOOOVE young fem boys like yourself.' He whispered as he stood now behind me, still pistoning the dildo in and out of my arse. With his other hand, he started rubbing my chest and the feeling was electric, I had no idea my nipples were so sensitive. I leant my head back towards him, wanting his mouth on mine. I'd kissed Addie's Dad the night before but this was different, Addie's Dad was dominant too but I wanted to make out with this guy so bad because of what he was doing to me. I'd never felt this way without being fucked up before. "Does my new little playmate wanna get fucked?" He asked me. "Please...anything for you! I want your cum sooo much" I moaned in response. He turned me round, "I want you to show me how much you want it. If you're gonna be a good bottom for me, you'll be able to cum without even touching that little cock of yours." As if by instinct, I knew what to do and I sat in front of him, spread my legs & started working the dildo hard up my arse while working my nipples. The feeling was electric and my eyes focused on his cock as he stood in front of me & pulled his pants down. Here I was, sober & willingly putting on a dildo show for the faggiest guy in the apartment block. I was starting to realise that deep down I was a total bottom, but was I also sub, a faggot & fem too? Those concerns soon melted away as he moved over with the massive dildo and started rubbing that over one nipple while using his cock on the other. The thought of pleasuring three cocks was too much for me & I came harder than I ever have before, shooting all over my belly. He quickly moved on top of me and wanted me to eat his arse while her jerked off over me. By this stage I'd have done anything he wanted. His hole was clean so I dived in without thinking & started eating him & shortly after he came over my belly too. He pulled the dildo out of my arse, telling me that he'd seen my phone number on the delivery slip & would be keeping it for future use. I knew I should've been ashamed that I couldn't wait to see this guy again after all I'd thought of him in the past but I couldn't wait. He was giving me butterflies. "Now...you said you wanted my cum....I don't fuck on the first date but for all you've done now & what I want from you in the future, it'd be rude not to give it to you." And with that, he slammed the dildo that was coated with our cum up my arse. The only thing was, it wasn't the smaller dildo he jammed up me, but the gigantic one. I let out a howl as he did so, but my cry was muffled by his arse as he sat down on my face. "Mmmmm...that training worked wonders!" he laughed as he got off me. I groggily got to my feet, tears of pain in my eyes as he pulled me close. "Theeerrrrre you go......well done" he said soothingly. "Now as soon as you get back to your apartment, I want you to take a photo of you with that dildo up your arse, alright?" I nodded, and we kissed deeply, it felt so good. "I'll text you when you leave, OK my little slut?" Something in the way he said that made me so happy, and I nodded eagerly. "Now don't forget your other dildo darling!" I grabbed it & slipped it in my pocket and practically skipped back to my apartment in ecstasy, even though (or because of?) my hole being stretched further than it ever had before. END OF PART TWELVE

This was salvaged from bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. It was originally separated into three individual postings. I combined them, cleaning up the spacing and punctuation (and a tiny bit of the syntax. I believe the writer intended to continue the tale, but if he did, I have not yet run across a 4th section. If I do I'll add it to this extended tale of debauchery. ******************************************************************* This is a true story from my exploits as a PnP lovin’ bareback bottom cum slut in Phoenix, Arizona sometime in the Spring of 2001. I plan on a series of stories describing my best experiences. If you think you may have fucked me (probably at the Chute bathhouse or Zorba’s ABS on Scottsdale Rd, but maybe at Flex bathhouse), please email me at tucsondude85716@hotmail.com and let me know when/where you think we hooked up. I’d love a cock pic as well (trying to put together a “trophy wall” of my conquests)! I’d also appreciate feedback on the stories themselves. I was 26 at the time these events took place. My “cruising name” was “Jack” I’m 6', 180#, green eyes (often wearing glasses during my visits to the Chute), both nipples pierced (but if you played with them too much, I probably told you it was “just for looks”, not because I was much into tit-play). I had short, light brown/dark blonde hair, a goatee, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Total masculine, straight acting, closeted bi cock-fiend. If I was wearing shorts, you probably thought I had nice legs (muscular, particularly big calves). I’m uncut, 8"-ish (but if I was partying with my girl Tina, you probably never saw my cock hard). When I was at the Chute, I would usually walk around with my towel over my shoulder. At the Chute I was often smoking a cigarette in one of the movie rooms, playing with my cock and asshole. I had a strong preference for public displays, and was fucked in the public areas of the Chute often (movie rooms, bunk bed room, glory hole maze. If I was getting fucked in a private room, I’d leave the door open (they let you do that back then) if my top was up for it. I picked my men on the basis of their cocks, not looks, etc. Old, fat, ugly, bald, didn’t matter. A nice hard cock, the bigger the better, to fuck my slut cum hole was what I was looking for. If we hooked up, you probably noticed that I was not the best when it came to sucking cock (though I could do a good enough job on average size guys). Especially if you were hung, I probably only sucked you enough to get you hard before I tried to get you to slide it in my ass. Anyway on to the story: This marathon of serving any and all available tops as a PnP bareback bottom cum dumpster also took place in the Spring of 2001. I was at work; a server in a busy steakhouse in Paradise Valley. I have been a server in many restaurants, and I'm really, really good at the job. It was good thing because it was a busy Saturday night, and I was, to say the least, distracted. I was running around the restaurant with a bunch of cum in my ass. I didn't sleep the night before, when I'd gone to the baths and hooked up with a guy who shared the tina he was smoking with me, and it was GOOD stuff. I had gone to his private room at the Chute, <<this is a future story called First PnP Cum Slut at the Baths>> Long story short, I had spent the morning after we left the baths with my new buddy and his roommate, watching porn, getting SPUN watching porn, fucking. I had to leave his house eventually, 'cause I had to work that night at 5. I had taken the opertunity to score some dope from my friend's source – got a teener of nice glass for the rest of my weekend. I went home, took a shower, and went to work. I was distracted by the fact that I was so fucking HORNED UP while I was at work. All I could think of was how much I wanted to feel more cock deep in my ass. I was made horny by the random thought that I had cum from more cocks in me from the last night than most of the female servers (average age about 22) had had in their lives! Every step I took I was aware of the slippery feeling inside my ass and the thought of being offered to any hard cock was racing through my head. Finally I was done with my shift. I had brought everything I thought I might need with me to work so I could go straight to the baths. I drove to the Chute and got a private room. My buddy from the night before had given me a douche kit and taught me how to clean out before taking cocks in my hole. I made sure I was spotless inside, smoked some tina, and went to hunt for some cock. Guys were walking around the dark hallways in their towels, room keys on elastic bands around wrists or ankles. I had my lube and my poppers with me. The hallways were dark, the air heavy with smoke and sweat. There was some awesome techno music on the sound system. I went to the glory hole maze. It was nearly pitch black. I ventured in, basically feeling my way in. I could tell there were a bunch of guys in the maze, and I could hear slurps and flesh moving against flesh. At various places, the walls of the maze had glory holes cut out. As my eyes adjusted, I looked for an open hole. I found one and knelt down. The surging desire for cock was strumming through me. I waited. It didn't take long. A guy came up to the opening of my glory hole. He opened his towel and showed his semi hard cock. I practically stuck my head through the hole to show him my open mouth. He put his cock through the hole. I eagerly slid my mouth around him. He was cut with a perky helmet and pretty thick. About 7” or so. I took a hit of poppers and took his cock till his balls were on my chin. Between the poppers and the tina, I was easily able to deep throat him. I made love to his cock with my mouth. It was the best blow job I've ever given (prior to my PnP initiation, I was primarily a top, and had never been very good at sucking cock). I took a break to whisper to him that I wanted him to fuck me. He said he wanted to come in my mouth. I was disappointed, because his cock got nicer and nicer the longer I sucked it. It grew another 1/2” plus. It got rock hard, and there were nice veins standing out. It would have felt GREAT in my ass. But if he wanted to cum in my mouth, I wanted to feel him shoot and swallow his cum. I went back to work. He started his short strokes. I let him fuck my mouth. He went all the way in and stayed there, grunting and groaning. I felt warmth in my throat. Pulled back so the head of his cock was in my mouth, and I felt warmth on my tongue. Finally, he pulled out of my mouth. I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth. My throat felt spermy where he had shot his load directly down into my gut. I wanted more cock NOW. I felt like draining the load of every cock I could find. Folks had clearly noticed that he was having fun. As soon as he left, another man stepped up to the hole. A beautiful, fat, uncut Latino cock came through the hole. I was mostly hard, and I started sucking it as well as I could. It was bigger than the first one, the kind of uncut cock where the shaft is as thick as the head and it was THICK. I could only take about ¾ of it down my throat. It was at least 8”. While I knelt on the floor, sucking his cock as well as I could, I was lubing up my ass and running my fingers as far into myself as I could. “Do you like to fuck” I whispered, reluctant to take his cock out of my mouth. “Yeah” A single whispered syllable. I stood up and turned around to present my ass to the hole. I reached through my legs and felt for him. His cock bumped against my cheek. I grabbed him, and rubbed the head of his cock up and down across my hold, getting it slippery with the copious amount of lube in and on my ass. I was SO happy there was not a condom on his cock. I lined his cock up with my desperately horny asshole and backed up against him. As soon I had him sliding up my ass, I took several DEEP hits from my poppers and started fucking by ass back against him. He drove it all the way in, held it for a second, and started slowly fucking in in and out of me. On the back stroke he would take it almost all the way out. On the down stroke his thick cock felt so GOOD driving in to my ass. I discovered I could tighten on his cock slightly as he withdrew, and open myself to caress his cock more gently on the way in. I kept hitting the poppers. Someone had found his way to my side of the partition. As I bent over, backing my ass up and bucking against the cock impaling me through the hole, he presented his cock in my face. I started sucking him. He was cut, very hard, not particularly thick and maybe 6”. I let him fuck my throat. The guy fucking my ass was working himself towards orgasm, fucking my ass faster, with strokes seeking pleasure for his cock, rather than teasing me with his beautiful cock. He drove all the way in and held it there. I clamped my ass on his cock as hard as I could. I could feel a delicious feeling of warmth and gooiness deep in my ass. He fucked his cock in and out of me to pump the rest of his cum in me. Without warning, he pulled out of me and left. I had never seen his face, or even heard his voice other than that one “Yeah”. But I had worshiped his cock for him. First with my mouth, then with my ass. And his cum was deep inside me. When he realized that the guy on the other side had finished and left, the guy on my side reached over to finger my ass. “Did he cum in you?” “Yeah. Do you like to fuck?” “I'm about to cum” I pulled off of his cock. “Just stick it in and cum in me”. We maneuvered ourselves so I was bent over in front of him and I again reached between my legs to guide another bare cock into my hole. He pushed in slowly and held still when he got it all the way in. “I'm really close." “Cum in me”. He managed about two strokes before he drove all the way in, grunting loudly several times. He fell heavily against my back as he finished spurting in me. I pulled off his cock. My eyes had adjusted to the near total darkness, and I could see that there was an open area in the middle of the maze and that there were several guys there. I moved past my last conquest. “Thanks” I whispered. I entered the common area and found my way to the wall at the back of the maze. I leaned forwarded and braced my hands against the wall, presenting my ass to anyone and everyone. My towel was around my neck, I was naked, sticking my ass out like a desperate whore, begging for cock. Someone came up behind me. I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my crack, pushing occasionally against my hole. “Put it in.” I was shameless. He complied. With two loads in my ass back to back, there was no need for lube. He slid it in. He felt pretty average in size, but at this point all cock was good to me. He was obviously already close to cumming. “Please cum in me”. My whispered plea drove him over the edge. He spasmed against my ass, rabbit-fucking his load into me. He pulled out as soon as he was finished. I rested against the wall for a moment. I looked around – the maze seemed to be empty. I needed to rest. I went to a video room and sat on the hard bench to catch my breath and watch some porn. I reached down to finger my asshole. I had cum smeared on my upper thighs where it had leaked out of my ass. My asshole was relaxed and slippery with the three loads that had been shot up my chute in probably no more than 30 minutes. A middle aged guy came in and sat down on the bench nearly opposite from me. He started jacking his cock. I motioned for him to come join me. He moved over and sat down next to me. I was on his cock instantly, sucking him into my mouth. It was smaller that average, but uncut, so that was hot. I bobbed up and down on it. I decided I wanted to see how fast I could make him cum. It was not to be. After a while, he motioned me off his cock. “I don't want to cum yet." “OK. Maybe I'll see you later.” I went back to watching the movie, smoked a cigarette and played with myself. Another guy came in and sat down. He was darker skined, middle eastern looking. Very handsome, early 20's. I moved over and asked him “Can I suck it?” He offered it to me. He was long, uncut, and wearing a chrome cock ring. His cock was partially hard; it had that meaty heaviness to it that a guy gets when he has been hard, then soft multiple times before he cums. “Do you party?” he whispered in my ear. “MmmHmm” I nodded, my mouth full of his cock. “Come to my room.” That was all he had to say. I stood up and followed him down the dark hall way. He let us into his room and we sat on the bed. He produced a glass bong with a glass bowl for smoking tina. He had a real torch, not just a lighter. He held the bong out to me with one hand and started heating the bowl with the torch. As soon as the dope started to vaporize, I took a pull at the bong. It filled with the rich white smoke. “Take a breath, then clear it. Hold your breath as long as you can.” I took a breath and cleared the smoke from the bong as he held the bowl for me. The rush hit me immediately. I had never had such a lungful of dense smoke. I held my breath. “Give it to me.” He started kissing me, and I slowly exhaled into his mouth, feeling him suck the vapor out of me into his lungs. He held his breath, then kissed me again. This time he was exhaling the smoke for me to breath in. We passed it back and forth until it was gone. We took turns hitting the bong and sharing the smoke. In no time, I was higher than I ever had been. I tried to start sucking his cock, but he stopped me. “What if we open the door, and I'll eat your ass?” I climbed onto the bed, on all fours, with my ass sticking up in the air. With the door open, he buried his face in my ass. I groaned and squirmed as his wet tongue pushed into my hole. “Do you already have cum in there?” “Yeah.” “More than one guy?” “Three guys, in the maze.” "Fuckin' hot" was his reply, as he kept tonguing my ass. “I want to watch you get fucked, then I'll eat the load out of your ass.” I turned around to look at the door. Someone was standing there. A middle aged bear type. I gestured him in. He made as if to close the door, catching my eye with the unspoken question. “Leave it open." His towel hit the floor. He was uncut and almost totally soft, but I could see that he had a Prince Albert. Wow. I had never been fucked by a pierced cock before. “Let me suck it to get you hard, then you can fuck him.” My party buddy had a plan. I got up on the bed in what I now considered my 'slut pose', face down, ass up on the bed. I made sure I could see the action as PA guy stuck his cock in my buddy's mouth. PA reached around to finger my ass. “You want me to fuck you?” “Please." “How many cocks have you had tonight?” “Three. In the Maze." “Did they breed you?” “They all came in my ass." “Are you a slut?” Feeling like I was being interrogated, I replied "yeah.” Another man came into the room. He was black, young, very toned and well muscled. He had very broad shoulders and narrow hips. He had his towel wrapped tightly against him, but I could tell that he had a big cock under it. He removed his towel and I got off the bed to kneel in front of him. His cock was FUCKING HUGE. It was mostly hard, but so heavy that it hung down rather than jutting out. It was cut, VERY thick, and at least 11”. It was perfectly straight, absolutely beautiful, PORN quality cock. I sucked it as well as I could. “Do you like to fuck?” “Can you take this whole cock?” “Please let me feel it in my ass.” “How do you want to get fucked?” “Let me sit down on it to get used to it, then you can fuck me however you want.” He lay on the bed and I straddled him. I squirted lube on his cock and spread it along the his amazing length. I rubbed a palm full of lube on my hole and lined it up with his cock. He held it against the base, and I paused for a minute with his head pressing on my hole. I couldn't believe the heat of his cock head as he rubbed against my hole. I took some huge hits of poppers, and started sliding down his cock. It was amazing. I couldn't believe the sensation of fullness, and how hard and thick he felt in me. I thought I must have him almost the whole way in, but when I reached between my legs, I found that there was still at least 4” to go! Finally, I was sitting all the way down on his cock. I was impaled on his massive cock. I started to move up and down on it. I usually like to go up until a guy is almost falling out of my ass before I sit back down, but with this guy, I couldn't do it. His cock was so long, that I couldn't raise my hips enough to get him out of me without raising up off my knees. “How do you wanna get deep-dicked?” “Yeah, but I'll have to reposition myself - on my back, maybe.” I climbed off of him and we exchanged places on the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs in the air. He pulled my pelvis up against him as he knelt between my legs. He lined my ass up with his cock and pressed forward, sliding into me for what felt like forever. “Oh my god. Your cock is amazing." My bong buddy and Mr. PA had paused to watch us. “Take that big cock. You like that, slut?” "Fuck it feels so good in my ass.” I had my legs over the black stud's shoulders as he held my hips and fucked his gigantic cock in and out of my ass. My head was spinning. I kept taking deep hits of my poppers. It felt like my ass, wrapping itself around his magnificent cock, was my entire being. I was in thrall to his cock, I was absolutely wanton in my desire to please him. He loved the fact that I was such a verbal slut telling him how much I loved his cock. I told him that he had truly porn star quality cock, that it was the biggest cock I have ever seen, and that I had never felt anything as amazing as his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Even more exciting was the fact that I was being watched by Mr. Prince Albert, who would occasionally bend over to suck my cock briefly. I became aware that there was a group of guys standing at the door to the room, at least 3 or 4, watching what was obviously a monumental fuck. I have no idea how long I had that beautiful black cock in my ass. I closed my eyes and just blissed out on the incredible sensations of fullness and pleasure coming from my ass. I was lost in my cock-slut delirium. I would open my eyes periodically and check how many guys were watching me get fucked. I became aware that Bong Man was talking to me. “He wants to know if you want him to breed your ass.” “Oh God YES.” I said it loud enough for my audience to hear me. “Please cum in my ass!” He started bucking. He shoved his cock all the way in and ground his hard pelvic bone against my ass. His cock felt incredibly thick at the base. I knew he had to be pumping a huge load in my ass. All to soon, he pulled his cock out of my ass. Prince Albert immediately stuck his head between my leg, pushed me up on the bed so he could get at what he wanted, and started tonguing my ass and licking up and down my crack. I had never felt something so incredibly decedent and depraved. After a minute he moved back from between my legs. “Who's next”? Bong Man was offering my ass to the next anonymous cock. A younger white guy came in. He looked like, in his clothes, he'd be a white-boy wanna-be gangster. He looked like he was in his early 20's. He had a pierced nipple and a nice, hard, cut cock. I asked him how he wanted to fuck me. “From behind.” "No problem, man." I got on the bed, again in my face-down-ass-up slut pose. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, which swallowed his cock without hesitation. He had a nice-sized cock, but nowhere close to as large as my black-super stud. I hit the poppers and rested my head on the bed. I had to use my arms to keep my head from being driven into the wall at the head of the narrow bed. “Are you going to cum in my ass?” “Do you want more cum in that hole?” "Of course. Give it to me.” I ground my ass back against his thrusts. Since my ass had been opened up so wide by the black stud, I was ready for anything he could dish out. He started to fuck me harder and faster, with shorter strokes. I knew that my ass was about to claim another load of cum from a stranger's cock. He grunted as he spewed his cum up my asshole and quickly withdrew as soon as he was done. I turned around and saw that the group of men at the door had disappeared. The Bong Man was sitting on the other end of the bed, smoking a cigarette. I asked if I could bum a smoke – mine were in my room. He asked if I wanted to close the door so we could smoke some more Tina. I told him I was always ready to party more. While he was loading up the bowl of his bong, he asked me how long I'd been such a slut. I told him not that long, but that when I partied, I couldn't get enough cock. He asked me if I'd ever been in a sling. I had seen the sling room at the Chute. The sling was in the middle of an otherwise bare room. I had never seen someone in the sling – when I saw it it was being cleaned by staff, presumably after someone checked out. “I'd love to get fucked in a sling. I'd take any cock I could get.” "Well, let's see what trouble we can get into." We smoked the whole bowl, exchanging the smoke back and forth as we had before. He told me his time in his room was about to expire, but that if I'd share it with him, he'd get the sling room. I told him that I couldn't wait. He told me he had to pack up all his stuff, go up to the front and rent the sling room. I told him I'd be looking for him when he came back. I went to take a quick shower. I was sweaty, and my thighs were sticky with the cum oozing out of my ass. I made sure my crack was clean, but I did nothing to clean up the sperm still slowly oozing out of my ass. When I walked, my I was conscious of the slippery feel of cum deep in my ass. After searching for a while for a clock, I discovered that it was already 2:00. My 6 hour rental of my room was only half over. I went to watch some porn in one of the two movie rooms. I tried to watch the porn, but I was too spun to sit still. I threw my towel around my shoulders and started cruising the dark hallways. The hallways were dark enough that it was hard to see a guy's face if he was more than about 5 feet away. There was a definite aroma of male bodies and sex in the air. There was some driving techno on the sound system that gave the place a very up beat feel, especially to me, tweaked out of my mind. I saw lots of guys in the halls. Some were cruising slowly around, like me. Some were standing still, watching us cruisers as we made our way past. There were some younger guys and lots of guys who looked mid-30's and older. I saw several silver haired “daddy” types, some leather-type bears, some white collar types. Each guy I passed, I made eye contact and held it as long as I could. I was walking with my towel tossed carelessly over my shoulder and otherwise naked except for the elastic band with my room key on my arm. I found the bathroom and relieved my aching bladder. In the restroom was a chalkboard which had “looking for <blank> type “ads” scrawled on it. I filed that information away for later use. I started looking for my friend who said he was going to rent the sling room. I didn't know where the sling room was, so I started wandering the halls, looking for my buddy and/or the sling room. Finally, I spotted him coming towards me. “There you are. Did you get the room?” "Yup - got it. Ready to put that hot ass in the sling?” “I can't wait.” I followed him to the room. He unlocked the door and let us in, closing the door behind him. The room was semi-dark. He found a dimmer switch on the wall, and adjusted the light a little brighter. Most of the rooms had a single, narrow bed (which was a mattress on a platform attached to the wall, a table, and maybe a chair, if you got lucky. There were also a couple of larger rooms with double beds. This room had only the sling. It was suspended on large chains that were stretched between the floor and ceiling. There was a mirror on the ceiling above the sling. There were some shelves on the wall, and that was it. The starkness of the room, the fact that the room was obviously designed to display the sling (and any occupant of the sling) in a stark tableau of sexual availability. I went over to the sling to figure out how it worked. “You need these." He handed me two long loops of thick rubber attached to a chain with a clip at the end. “You hook these up [to the chains supporting the sling so you can put your feet in them." 'Oh. Stirrups' I thought. Not for a medical exam, but so my legs would be held up and my ass freely available to anyone who wanted to step up and fuck my hole. Fucking HOT! “Let's DO this.” My enthusiasm evident in my voice. “Let's smoke some more first.” He got his glass bong, wrapped safely in a towel now empty of water, out of the large athletic-type bag he brought with him. He produced a bottle of water and poured some into the bong. He loaded some more 'tina to the glass bowel, scoping the translucent crystals into the bowel with the cut off end of a spoon-straw. He got out his torch and held the bong to me as he started heating the bowl. We smoked a bunch of hits, sharing the smoke back and forth as before. By time we were finished, I was more tweaked than I had ever been - frankly, I was absolutely flying. I couldn't stop making little humming sounds. I couldn't sit still, constantly shifting position as we sat on the floor, smoking. “I want some of your ass before we open the door.” “Awesome.” I climbed into the sling and he helped me get the stirrups adjusted to the right height. He dug around in his bag again and produced a penis pump. “Ever use one of these?” "Nope - do they work? I can't get hard when I'm partying.” My dick was totally flaccid. To look at it, you would think that I was as far from aroused as could be. But my ASS was craving cock BIG TIME. I was stroking my cock, but to no avail. “Crystal Dick. Happens to some guys.” He started sucking on my flaccid cock. It felt GREAT, but I could tell that there was going to be zero erection action. “Suck me.” He gave up on my cock and brought his own around to my face. I immediately sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Mr Bong was dark skinned and had a middle eastern type appearance. He had dark eyes and hair, and nice bone structure with good cheekbones and a handsome mouth. He was trim, with nice abs and muscular arms and legs. He looked to be in his early 20's, younger than me (I was 26 at the time). His cock was uncut and nicely thick, even while almost totally soft. I could taste lube on his cock. “Have you fucked anyone already?” “A couple of guys, but I didn't come.” “I wish I could get hard when I'm partying.” “Suck my cock." I started sucking him as far down my throat as I could, then moving back to tongue his head and foreskin. He had a metal cock ring around his cock and balls. “Try these poppers. They are really good. I got them from a guy who said he got them mail order from Europe.” He held the brown bottle under my nose so that I could take a couple of deep snorts from each nostril. The poppers were AWESOME. I greedily sucked his cock into my mouth, alternating between plunging all the way down on it while creating suction with my throat to draw out his erection and pulling back to tease the head and underside of the shaft with my tongue. He had tons of foreskin – I could swirl my tongue around the head of his cock inside of his foreskin. His cock grew larger and harder. His pubic hair and his balls were shaved. I took a minute every now and then to lick and suck his balls. He kept up a stead stream of questions. “Do you like that cock? Do you like it in your mouth? Do you want to feel it in your ass?” In answer to each question I would give an affirmative hum while sucking on the head of his cock. He pulled out of my mouth and moved around so that he was standing between my legs, which were raised in the stirrups. The sling was SO comfortable. It had great support all the way from my head down to my ass. I was positioned so that my ass was spread open any my asshole was suspended, open to fuck, at waist level for bongman. He began to rub his cock up and down my crack. It was already wet with my saliva, so it slid easily and wonderfully. Whenever the head of his cock passed over my asshole, I gave an involuntary jerk of pleasure. I hit the supposedly imported poppers, taking multiple deep snorts and then inhaling through my mouth deeply several times. I put the cap on the poppers to keep from spilling them, then I lay back to enjoy the ride. He spit on my ass, a big, big gob of spit that landed directly on my fuckhole. He was one of those guys with abundant and slippery saliva. He used the head of his cock to smear the spit into my hole, then lined himself up and started to push into my ass. I was in bottom heaven. My ass, craving more and more fucking, opened up to let him but kept a tight grip on him as he fucked me deeper and deeper. He slit it in until I could feel his balls hitting my ass cheeks. He stayed still for a minute. I clamped my ass around him as hard as I could, wanting to feel every millimeter of his beautiful shaft. He groaned. “That's a tight ass, considering all the cock its had in it tonight.” “I fucking LOVE your cock in my ass. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!” He fucked me slowly and powerfully, long strokes so he would almost slip out of me on the backstroke, then pushing in until he was grinding his pelvis against me. The sling positioned me so that his pubic bone was grinding on my taint, and it felt awesome. When he was all the way in me, the base of his cock felt as thick a beer can. The rush from the poppers was very strong, and lasted for a surprisingly long time. At one point I had my eyes closed and was lost as I was aware only of his cock filling my ass again and again. After giving me a nice fucking he stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass. “I'm not going to cum now.” “No problem man, just cum in me when you're ready to cum.” “Do you want to open the door and see who is out there?” “DEFINATELY.” I asked him, “Have you seen that chalkboard in the bathroom?” “Yeah.” “We should put up a note: “Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." He chuckled saying he would post such a note on the chalkboard, but he would leave me in the sling with the door open while he was gone. I was in the sling, completely naked, with my asshole open to the world. The club was still booming with driving techno. The room was fairly dark, but there was enough light that I could see myself in the mirror on the ceiling above the sling. As I looked at my naked self splayed there in complete slut abandon, I realized that, rather than being a single, flat mirror it was a system of mirrors, with angled panels so I had the best possible view of my asshole. I clenched my ass. I could see my hole pucker. I relaxed my ass. My hole puffed out and opened up, looking well used but still pretty. I guy came into the room. He was another buff black guy, but taller and more like a basketball player than a football player. With the meth surging through me, filling me with euphoria and raw desire, I wasn't going to play around. "hat's up?" I watched him. He was looking at my ass, not my face. He licked his lips and opened his towel. OH Man! His cock was another magnificent specimen. It was not as long as the last one, but it was uncut, thick and covered with prominent veins as it hung there just barely beginning to get hard. His pubic hair was partially shaved, with a patch left over his cock that looked like he had done it with a barber clippers. "Let me suck it." I was already leaning forward with my mouth opening in anticipation. He walked over and dangled the head of his cock in to my mouth. I swirled my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock. He smelled musky and sexy. I started sucking him deep into my mouth, using my hand to guide him as I bobbed back and forth, giving him long strokes with my tongue teasing the underside of his cock, trying to deep throat him. He got hard rapidly. Soon he was easily 9 and 1/2 inches. I could only take about half of this thick shaft down my throat. Greedily I said "I can do a much better job with this beauty with my ass. I'm not a very good cocksucker, but I'm an awesome bottom." He didn't say anything, but he moved around between my legs. I reached down to squirt some lube on my hole. He was gripping his cock with one hand as he lined it up with my hole. His head nudged my hole. I moaned, moving my arms down my sides and underneath me so I could grip my ass cheeks and spread them as wide as I could for him. He started pushing into me. I savored the feeling as the hard, yet spongy and OH SO warm head of his cock popped pass my sphincter. Millimeter by millimeter he pushed his cock slowly, yet inexorably, deeper and deeper into my ass. More poppers. I realized I had zoned out, lost in the sensation of the magnificent cock churning my insides and the chemicals coursing through my system. I kept saying "oh god, oh god" over and over. I focused on his face. His eyes were closed as he rocked in and out of me. "Please, man, cum in my ass." He kept fucking me steadily and powerfully. He kept slamming all of his cock up my ass, then holding still, completely buried inside me. I could feel the head of his cock swell, so deep in my ass, as he would flex his cock. He began to fuck me faster. I watched his face, wanting to take a huge hit of poppers just as he came in my ass. He was biting his lip and breathing deeply, obviously trying to hold off his orgasm as long as possible. Finally my pulsing asshole brought him past the point of no return. He slammed all the way into me, his hips jerking as he tried to get every last fraction of an inch of his cock in my ass. I took deep snorts of the poppers in each nostril as I clenched my ass around his cock as hard as I could. The harder I clenched my ass, the harder his cock rubbed against my prostate. The harder his cock rubbed against my prostrate, the tighter my ass squeezed as each stroke made my hole involuntarily contract around his cock. My cock was still crystal-dick limp, but I felt like I was cumming as my prostrate was battered by his beautiful shaft. Ahhh. That amazing feeling of warm, slippery, gooey cum filling my hole. He had pulled about half of his cock out of my ass, which still left a good 4 inches or so in my slut hole. He was jacking the part of his shaft that was out of my hole, making sure to wring out the last drops of cum inside of me. He knew what I wanted, and I loved him for giving it to me. I was grateful for the chance to experience and drain his magnificent cock. I became aware again of the room I was in, and I saw that my bong buddy had returned. My most recent breeder left the room, and bong bud and I were alone, though the door remained open. "Did you see the size of that guy's cock fucking me? He shot a ton of cum in my ass. I can feel it in there still." "That was hot. I put your sign up in the bathroom. We'll see what comes of it" he said with a smile. "What did you write?" "Bottom-Slut loves all hard cock, Sling Room." Oh man. I couldn't believe that I was naked in the sling, ass open to anyone who cared to fuck me, at the baths, with a sign advertising my cum-dumpster services to anyone who cared to fuck me. I lay back in the sling, smoking a cigarette. My ass felt ready for more cock. My craving for cock and cum in my ass hadn't diminished despite the excellent fuck I'd just had. I was turned on by the thought that I could give my tops the gift of a good looking, uber-slutty bareback cum-dump asshole to use and abuse. I loved how much it turned me on to think of making so many cocks hard, then eventually draining the cum out of each one. I looked at the door and saw a guy looking in. I motioned for him to come in. "Hey guy. What's up?" He took several steps into the room. He was white, perhaps 55-60, with mostly grey hair, a large gut and lots of hair on his chest and legs (I'll call him polar bear). He had his towel wrapped around his waist, so I couldn't see his cock. "Saw your sign in the bathroom." "Great - did you come to get some ass for yourself?" I was reveling in my shameless pursuit of more cock. I had never been this outspoken when negotiating a hook-up. "That's the idea, buddy," he said, removing the towel from his waist. He had a cut dick, which was not hard at all. I motioned for him to come over so I could suck his cock. He positioned himself so I could lean over and suck his member into my mouth. Since it was soft, I could fit his entire cock in my mouth. I licked and sucked, a bit impatiently, as I waited for him to respond. I didn't have long to wait. He started growing harder and larger in my mouth. I was hoping that this guy was a �grower� who would turn out to be well hung when he was fully erect. My bong buddy spoke up. "Let me get some of that." He knelt down in front of my polar bear and started sucking him. That was fine by me. Bong buddy gave better head than I could, and my only objective was to get the guy hard enough to fuck me. "Have you ever used a penis pump?" Bong buddy asked the polar bear. "A couple of times." "I've got one here if you want me to use it on you so you can fuck my friend." The polar bear was hip to that. Bong buddy got him stuffed into the plastic cylinder and started pumping him up. I was impressed. Almost instantly polar bear's cock got much larger and harder. Nice veins started to bulge out of the shaft, and the head got large and purple. "Put this on when I take the cylinder off." Bong buddy had a cheap rubber cock ring for the bear, the ultra-stretchy kind. Finally it looked like I was about to get fucked. Polar bear was hard and ready to go, and had positioned himself between my legs. I reached down to squirt some lube on the head of his cock, then told him to go ahead. "Put it in slow, please, so I can enjoy each fraction of an inch as you stuff your cock up my ass." Polar bear followed my instructions, slowly sliding his cock further and further up my hole. "Do you like fucking my ass?" I couldn't help myself - I was bubbling over with exuberant sluttiness. I wanted him to know how wanton I was, how much of a slave to cock and cum. He didn't reply. He was intent on his fucking. Looking up in the mirrors on the ceiling, I could see his hard cock plunging into my ass. He fucked me with slow, steady strokes. While polar bear was fucking me, another guy came to the door. Bong buddy motioned him in. The new guy was maybe 25ish, white, with a slim build. He had a terrible complexion, lots of zits and acne scars. He had his towel wrapped around his waist. "Stick around, you're next." Even with a cock in my ass, I was already thinking about the next one. Polar bear was getting close to his orgasm. He was fucking me faster. I could tell that he was fucking for his pleasure now, not worried about me. He grunted as he got to his 'short strokes'. He slammed his cock deep into me and held it there, his hips bucking as he emptied his cum inside me. He pulled out as soon as he was done, mumbled a thanks and left. By this time, zits had taken off his towel. He was stroking himself, cock half-hard. Bong buddy moved between my legs and started eating my cum soaked asshole. I groaned and told him how good it felt. I asked him if he could taste all the cum in me. I motioned for zits to come closer so I could suck him. He stepped forward and put his cock in my mouth. He was cut and not huge. As I sucked him urgently to get him to full hardness, he was about 5-6 inches, not terribly thick. Not a great cock, but a hard cock, and that was good enough for me. "You want to fuck me?" He nodded. Bong buddy moved aside to make room. Zits started to fuck me, and right away I knew that this was not going to be one of my memorable fucks. He fucked me with short, jerkey strokes. He could definitely have used a lesson from some of the amazing tops I had previously enjoyed. I took a hit of my poppers. "I want your load in my ass, buddy." He didn't reply, but fucked me faster, grunting and groaning as he spilled into my ass. I'd say he lasted maybe two minutes from insertion to orgasm. He pulled out and left. ************************************************************ Thus ends this story as apparently written. As I said, I'll keep looking for a conclusion. Who knows? Maybe it's out there, or maybe someone will write one!

Friday the 13th, Part 2 With the slam that Tony had just administered, I was definitely feeling a huge rush as my heart pounded the Tina through my veins and into my brain. In less than a minute, my brain sent an urgent message to my ass that I desperately needed to get fucked. Tony was way ahead of me. He knew exactly what I needed. He said, “There’s an adult book store about 6 blocks from here. At this time of day, that’s one of the few places you can get fucked, and it’s especially busy on a Friday afternoon, during commute time, when the business men from downtown stop in there to suck some cock, get their cock sucked, or fuck some ass before they have to get on the freeway and go home to the wife and kids, for the weekend.” Before we went to the adult book store, Tony wanted to get out of his work clothes, so he grabbed a small carry-on bag from his SUV, and changed into a pair of 501’s, boots, and a motorcycle jacket. Last, he pulled his big cock and balls through a snug steel cock ring, then packed everything down one leg of his jeans, making a great bulge as he buttoned up his 501’s. It probably took no more than 2 minutes, but it seemed like it took forever. At last, he was ready to go, and we drove to the book store, parked, and went inside where Tony paid the manager, and we walked back to the video arcade, which was dark except for a row of red light bulbs adding to the glow of the small video screens that lit up each booth. Just as Tony had predicted, there was a pretty good crowd, and more than a few men in business attire. When we saw a guy exiting one of the booths, we both went in, leaving the door ajar. Tony pulled the bench around so that the end of it was close to the wall, directly below a glory hole. Then, he sat on the bench, with his legs together, and motioned for me to lie on top so that my legs were up in the air, and my hole was positioned right at the glory hole. There was a steady stream of men opening the door to our booth, checking us out, then moving on. It didn’t take long for the top guys to figure out that I wanted to get fucked. Very soon, a guy entered the booth next door, and I heard him lock the door. In no time, his cock was hard, and he pushed it through the glory hole, and into my hungry hole, as Tony fed me a couple of hits from a bottle of poppers. At first, the guy fucked me slowly, gradually going deeper, then fucking me harder. I’m into being watched, so it was a big turn on for me to see several guys standing in the open doorway of our booth, watching me get fucked and hearing me moaning loudly with each thrust of the guy’s cock pounding my hole. When he was ready to shoot his load, he slowly pulled back most of the way, then slowly pushed all the way in, again. He did that 3 or 4 times before he suddenly let out a loud moan, and slammed his cock deep inside of me, and held it there. I could feel his cock head throbbing each time he blasted a stream of cum into me. Just when I thought he was finished, he started fucking me again, giving me a good pounding, until his balls were completely drained. Then, he pulled out, and I heard him unlock the door, and exit. The next 5 men who fucked me were all business, each one following a pretty similar pattern of entering the booth, locking the door, pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves hard, then fucking my hole, every one of them fucking me bareback and dumping their loads inside me. Each one quickly buckled up and left. That was fine with me. Just keep the cocks coming (and cumming). When the next guy entered the booth next to ours, I didn’t hear the door being locked, so I knew that he must have wanted the crowd to watch him fuck me. Almost immediately, I saw an extremely thick black cock head at the glory hole. Tony gave me a couple more hits of poppers, then pushed me forward so that my ass was pressed right up against the glory hole. “OH, FUCK, FUCK” was all I could say, feeling that BBC head pushing against my hole until it finally popped past the opening and he was inside. Tony kept feeding me the poppers, and I was glad that the black stud took his time, letting me get used to his size. Still, I was moaning louder than ever, and I was sure that all the guys watching us were really enjoying the show. I was really glad that Tony had slammed me, back at the bar. The Tina was definitely in charge, and it was telling my brain that I needed that BBC fucking me and stretching me, no matter what. The black stud kept up a slow pace, gradually shoving deeper and deeper inside of me until his BBC head was hitting my inner ring. He had to be proud of his size, and I was sure that he wanted me to know it and to remember it. This black stud really knew what he was doing. I felt him carefully bumping his huge cock head against my inner ring, giving me a little time to get used to it, hearing me moaning and sighing with each short jab. Holy fuck, it was incredible. Between the Tina and the poppers, my heart was slamming, continuously, and all I wanted was more. And, I got it. Having lulled me into a state of ecstasy, the black stud held his huge cock head against my inner ring. Without warning, he gave a very quick shove, and forced his way inside my inner ring, locking us together. I let out a very loud gasp, and I was pretty sure that Tony knew what had just happened. He had a big grin on his face, and he just said, “Oh. Yeh !” All the time, he held a firm grip on my hips, keeping my ass firmly pressed up against the glory hole so that I would have to take as much of the BBC as possible. The black stud was rock hard, and I could feel him fucking me past my inner ring, and pulling back only far enough to stretch the ring. I laid there, getting fucked like that for what seemed like a very long time. Then, I could hear his very deep voice groaning, with each short thrust, until he couldn’t hold off any longer. I could actually feel huge jets of cum splattering deep inside my guts. After he had pumped every last drop of cum into me, he waited for his cock to go down. His softening cock head popped back through my inner ring a lot more easily than when it had first been forced in. I could hear him buckling up and getting ready to leave. I watched the open door of our booth, wanting to get a look at the stud who had just given me the greatest fucking of my life. As he walked by, he gave a salute of recognition to Tony, then he gave Tony the, “Call Me” sign.

Part 6 After the two days of partying the two grabbed a bite to eat before crashing. Logan woke up not feeling very well. 'The gifter' knew he had done his job knowing that this was most likely the fuck flu. Logan had no clue thinking that he needed a slam to feel better and being one not to disappoint he fixed a slam for his sick boy and administered the slam. The drugs did make Logan feel a little better as he quickly asked to be fucked. 'The gifter' knew he didn't have much time since he had a client to see for 'the boss', but he couldn't resist. He fucked Logan right up until he had to leave. 'The boss' seeing Logan high told 'the gifter' to take Logan with him on his job. For the first time in over a week was dressed and left the house to start working. They reached the party, made their delivery and joined the party. Logan was still a little high as he got on his knees and began sucking random cocks as the party goers began to get high. Slams were fixed for Logan and The gifter'. Before Logan knew what was going on he was higher than before and on all fours getting fucked at burg end and loving it. 'The gifter' was doing his job servicing his clients. Compared to what Logan had been through to this point the night he spent working (if they called it work getting high and fucked) was mild and only lasted one night. In the morning they returned to the house, where Logan tried to eat some food with no luck. Logan had the full blown fuck flu! After Logan recovered from the fuck flu he was properly tagged with a tattoo as property of 'the boss'. He was completely hooked on Tina and had become good at not only preparing a point but at administering as well administering his own slam. On top of everything Logan and The gifter' became very close and spent all their free time together. One night when they were all alone they decided to slam each other at the same time. The only difference was that The gifter' was to get the stronger slam and Logan a milder slam do that he will be able to top. 'The gifter' sucked Logan's cock to it's full harness, threw his legs back and guided Logan's cock inside his hole. They then administered slams to each other right before Logan began fucking him right before the tourniquets were pulled off. 'The gifter' coughed out hard as Logan pounded away. Logan was so used to Tina and slamming the he didn't cough but surly felt a mild rush as he worked to his first orgasm in weeks. With the Tina I his body as he began to feel his balls beginning to boil he knew he wouldn't last that long. The feeling grew stronger and stronger until he couldn't hold back any longer. Logan began to moan as he reached the point of no return and screamed out as he shot a huge load inside 'the gifter's' ass. 'The gifter' leaned up and kissed Logan thanking him for the recharge. 'The boss' and his followers came into the bedroom. They quickly gave both teens fresh slams sending 'the gifter' into a high he never had experienced before and sending Logan into orbit to join 'the gifter'. They then spent the next few days using the boys.