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CHAPTER 2 Jake rushes home and runs up to his bedroom. He is in disbelief of what just happened. He rushes to the window and sees Tyler in his house undressing to shower. He marvels at his hairy muscular body and massive dick then he beginning stoking as he lathers up. Jake pulls his dick out again and strokes until he shoots another load. He has to have Tyler again. That night Jake can barely sleep with his dick constantly hard thinking about is sucking Tyler’s dick. Jake awakes in the morning, his underwear wet with cum, after a brief sleep dreaming of guzzling down Tyler’s hot load. Jake gets up and ready for school. He times his leave as Tyler is walking to his car to head to work. ‘Hey Tyler’ Jake saying running up to his neighbor, ‘yesterday was amazing! I was just wondering when we could do it again!’ ‘Enjoyed yourself, huh?’ Tyler asks with a laugh. ‘That’s good. I did as well. We can have plenty more fun. I’m busy tonight but I’m headed to my cabin by the lake tomorrow night. You think your Dad would let you hang out with me for a couple days up there? We could do some hiking and fishing up there and have some more fun with no one to bother us’. ‘Oh I’m sure he wouldn’t mind!’ Jake exclaimed, thrilled and excited by the offer. His dick immediately begins stirring in his pants. ‘Great! Let me know and if everything works out, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.’ Tyler says as he get in his car and heads off. Jake rushes into the house to ask his dad's permission to go with Tyler to his cabin. He finds his dad in his bedroom still getting ready for work, with just a towel around his waist. Jake’s explains the offer to his dad and gladly allows him for to go. ‘I’m happy you’re spending more time With Tyler. You need more mature role models. I hope he is a good influence on you.’ Jake’s Dad says. ‘Thanks Dad! Hey have you been working out? You’re looking good’ Jake says admiring his toned chest and arms. ‘Haha, yes I have actually. I’ve been hitting the gym more and running with Tyler on the weekends’ Jake Dad replies. ‘Looks like Tyler’s a good influence on both of us’ Jake says with a chuckle. ‘Indeed’, Jake’s Dad replies with a grin. …. Jack coordinates with Tyler to have him pick him up after school the day of the trip. He struggles to think of anything other than the event inside Tyler garage days earlier and can barely conceal his erection as Tyler’s car approaches. “Hey stud” Tyler greets Jake with a hug. Jake inhales Tyler’s musky smell. “You ready for a fun weekend”. ‘Yeah, can’t wait’ Jake replies. ‘I think this will be a great opportunity for you to learn’. Tyler said with a playful grin. Jake quickly responds by saying, ‘if it includes more of what we did in the garbage the other day, then I’m down!’ ‘Oh there will be much more’, Tyler said and with that grabs Jake’s hand and guides it to he engorged crotch. Jake, delighted to regain access to the Tyler’s cock, thought it was even bigger than he remembered it. He rubs the huge member through the thin athletic shorts and could feel a wet spot forming in the fabric. ‘Stoke me till we arrive at the cabin. When we arrive you will do as I say. I’m in control this weekend and your obedience will be tested.’ Shocked by Tyler’s new tone, Jake Simply says, ‘yes sir, I’m eager to serve’ and continues to stoke Tyler’s now rock hard cock. Tyler works his hand to Jake ass. ‘Damn I’ve wanted that hot jock muscle ass so bad’. Jake lifts his ass to allow Tyler to explore. As Tyler continues to grope at Jake’s ass he slowly fingers he way to his jock hole. Massaging it in a circular motion. Jake’s lets out a soft moan. Tyler firmly states, ‘That hole is mine’. Before long they arrive at the cabin. Jake is immediately instructed to go in to the cabin and await further instructions and does as he is told. Tyler follows soon after and instructs Jake to take off his clothes and Jake complies. Standing up straight Jake smooth muscles gleams in anticipation of what will happens next. Tyler opens a small duffel bag and pulls out a jockstrap. ‘This is a jockstrap I use on my runs. I’ve been thinking of that jock ass of yours lately and I’ve been using this jock as cum rag. It’s fitting that this should be your uniform for the weekend ahead.’, Tyler explains. He lifts the jock to his nose and inhales and then passes it under Jake’s nose as he inhales the musky smell is sweat and cum. Tyler then passes it to Jake and he proceeds to put it on. Tyler removes his skin tight shirt revealing his hairy muscular chest. His large nipples stand erect as he admire Jake standing in front of him in his stained jockstrap. His dick tents in his athletic shorts, still wet from the hand job he received in the car. He pulls the shorts down letting his massive cock breath. Jake stand in aww of the hairy beast before him. Only briefly distracted by the tattoo of a symbol he’s seen in chemistry class on Tyler’s left hip. Seconds later Tyler instructs him to turn around and bend over the bed. Jake quickly does as he is told and is greeted with Tyler spreading his muscle butt open and licking his hot hole. All Jake can do is moan in ecstasy. ‘Fuck! This hole is even better than I imagined’, Tyler exclaims. He invades the holes with his tongue’. Spreading it wide he begins invade his has with his fingers. First one, then two, then three. Jake continues to moan and whimper in pains and pleasure. His dick still contained in the jockstrap is fully hard. Tyler’s heavy dick leaks on the floors as he devotes his full attentions to wetting Jake’s hole. Jake’s holes is quivering for more. Tyler’s stands up, thumbing Jake’s wet hole. ‘You ready boy?’ Tyler asks sternly. Jake’s looks back and nodes catching a glimpse at massive hairy dick sticking straight up looking bigger than he’s every seen it. Tyler rubs his fat dick up and down Jacks ass and slapped it on the pucker of his hole. He aligns his cock with his wet hole and in circular motion begins to tease Tyler’s ass. ‘Beg for my cock!’ Tyler demands. ‘Please, sir! Please give me that massive man dick’. Jake replies. Tyler slides is fat mushroom head in to the studs willing hole. As Tyler’s dick head flares in excitement, Jake’s holes is stretched the limits. Jake gasps and whimpers as he tries to accommodate but Tyler’s cock only seems to get thicker the deeper it goes in. Tyler firmly rubs Jake’s muscular back as he help sooth his dick In. 3/4 of the way in Jake reaches his limit and begs Tyler to stop. Tyler stops for a few seconds to allow Jake to adjust. ‘I’m almost all the way in, just a little more. Your ass feels amazing’. Before Jake is even able to respond. Tyler plunges his dick deep inside. Jake’s hole resists at first but as Tyler puts his full weight into it, jakes hole rips wide open allowing his dick to go balls deeps. Jake let’s out and scream but it is soon muffled by his invader firmly covering his mouth with is large hairy hand. Tyler grunts as he feels Jakes hole give way to his angry cock. ‘Your jock pussy is mine, faggot!’ Tyler grits through this teeth Into Jakes ear and begins to fuck him hard and deeps. Jake, initially shocked by the the full invasion of his hole, becomes more and more turned on by the aggressive fuck. His screams now turning into moans, Jakes yells out ‘fuck my faggot cunt! ‘ ‘Fuck yeah fag! You want me to breed that hole?’ Tyler asks. ‘Yes breed my hole sir!’ Jake replies. Tyler furiously fucks Jake’s hole. As he does his mammoth dick grows larger , his hairy balls swell as they reach maximum capacity. Both sweating profusely, Tyler pulls out his dick and flips Jack over. ‘I want to looking you in the eyes as I give you my charged load’ Tyler exclaims. All Jack can do is grunt as Tyler plunges his dick balls deep into his hole again. ‘Ready for my dirty charged load boy?’ Tyler Asks forcefully. Confused by what Tyler means Jake knows the only correct answer is , ‘yes sir!’ Tyler Piston fucks Jake’s stretched hole. His balls now filled to the brim are ready to unload. He looking Jake right in the eye as the intense orgasm builds. ‘BEG FOR MY LOAD FAG!’ ,Tyler screams. ‘Please breed me sir’, Jake responds. ‘TAKE MY POZ LOAD YOU FAGGOT CUNT’ Tyler shouts as his huge cock blasts massive amounts of toxic cum deep into the Jake jock hole. Lost in the shock and intensity of the moment succumbs to his own hands free orgasm. Tyler’s relentless pounding of his p spot sends Jake over the edge and Jake fills his jocks strap with a new fresh load. Jake hole clenches around Tyler’s dick working even more cum out of it. As Tyler’s orgasm subsides he slowly pulls out of Jake’s hole. He’s spreads Jakes ass cheeks apart and reveals his cum filled hole. traces of blood are visible. Satisfied by the sight he begins to eat out Jake’s tender holes. Massaging the cum into his destroyed cunt. Jake moans in ecstasy. Tyler laps up the cum dripping from Jake’s hole then meets Jake with a kiss and feeds him his cummy load. Tyler breaks the kiss asking, “What just happened? What did you mean poz load?” Jake looks Tyler tenderly in the eye and tells Jake he is HIV positive. Jake expression grows fearful. Tyler continues, “Don’t be scared boy. What I’ve done is freed your from the fear and connected us. You are mine”. “What about condoms?” Jake asks. Tyler responds, “I’ve never use condoms boy so if you want this dick again you’ll take it raw. What do you want boy?” “I want you sir!” Jake earnestly replies with and embrace. “Good boy”, Tyler states meeting him in the embraces and then reclining back into on the bed. With his hands behind his head Jake proceeds to lick and worship Tyler’s muscular body. Paying special attention to is hairy pits and nipples and finally landing on Tyler’s still hard dick, licking it clean tasting the cum and blood mixture on his hairy cock. The scent is intoxicating. He continues down his balls and to his taints. Tyler opens his legs and instructs Jake to eat out his hairy hole and Jake happily obliges, diving deep and devouring his hairy muscle butt. Tyler moans and begins stoke his engorged dick and Jake frantically eats away at his hole. Tyler repositions Jake on his back and sits on his face, nearly suffocating him with his huge muscle ass. Tyler rides Jake’s big tongue as his works up another charged loads. Soon after his breath gets short and his balls tense up and he shoots ropes of cum all over Jakes smooth chest and abs. After he comes down off his orgasm he scoops up his fresh poz load and fingers it into Jake’s tender hole as Jake whimpers and moans. Tyler’s devilish grin reveals his satisfaction.

August 13th, 1977 cont. Tony hadn’t been exaggerating, his cock is thick like a fucking beer can. It felt massive in my hand as I rubbed at his bulge. Our kiss didn’t last long. The stories of everyone’s first times had us all riled up and I had dick on my mind. Every new act of homosexuality I engage in I realize a little bit more that this is the life for me. Sucking Brett’s cock on the pier had shown me another aspect of my sexuality. I like to show off. Then, not an hour later I was presented with the opportunity to show off even more. This just doesn’t happen for straight people. I bent further down and pulled the top of Tony’s briefs down. He lifted his legs off the ground and allowed me to slide both his pants and underwear off his ass. Suddenly his cock sprang free. The hairiness of his torso should have been a tip off but I wasn’t prepared for the dense thicket of black pubes that grew at the base of his stout cock. It was so fucking hot. Before taking it in my mouth I looked over at Brett again, worried that he might be jealous. I needn’t have been. Brett was leaning back, his shorts completely removed, his hard cock already down Josh’s throat. In that flash I learned something else new too: I liked watching Brett have sex with other men. The image of Brett’s fingers laced in Josh’s blond hair as he bucked his cock up into Josh’s throat danced before my eyes as I turned back, and in one hungry gulp swallowed half of Tony’s cock. Tony let out a long groan, how does he have a Bronx accent when he’s groaning I remember thinking. His one hand came to rest on the back of my head and he pushed me down on his cock. I chocked for a moment, and then, letting my breath out through my nose, swallowed him to the base. My nose was buried in his pubes. His crotch was sweaty from the heat and the base of his cock tasted salty and sweet. It was intoxicating. With my face pressed into Tony’s pubes I couldn’t see what anyone else was doing. I heard Brett making appreciative noises, and Josh slobbering on his dick. “Fuck yeah Josh, swallow that cock,” Mike growled. “Damn,” Eric said, “I never managed to swallow Tony like that when we were dating.” “My Nick’s a natural,” Brett responded, sounding a little breathless. His Nick… I felt my heart flutter. It seems weird to have had this thought with another man’s dick down my throat but, I think my feelings for Brett are really changing. I don’t know. Things are so good, but hearing him call me his… I tried to put that out of my mind and focused on the cock down my throat. I was propped up on my hands, my knees tucked up under me and my ass stuck in the air. “Fuck, damn right he is,” Tony said with a little gasp as I flicked my tongue across his shaft. I felt hands on my back, slowly dragging down towards my shorts. Then my shorts were being tugged off. I didn’t do anything to stop whichever of the remaining two guys it was, just the opposite. I lifted my ass a little higher, making it easier to get the waistband of my shorts around my cheeks and exposing my hole. Brett was close at hand, and these guys were all hot, I knew that I was perfectly safe. Not to mention, letting some guy we had just met pull my pants off in public felt perfectly in keeping with my need found love of being watched and exposed. Hands roamed over my ass, but I kept my face forward, focusing on the cock in front of me. I got a thrill not knowing which guy was touching me. Then my cheeks were spread, and I pushed my ass out a little more, arching my back. A tongue flicked across my hole, and I moaned around Tony’s cock. “Oh damn,” Eric’s voice from behind me, mystery solved, “Nick, is your ass already full of cum.” I nodded and Brett said, “Yeah, he went out with his friends last night and came home with a fresh load in his guts.” “Fuck,” Eric said, drawing out the vowel into a long breath, and then dove back in for more. His tongue lapped at my hole, quickly pressing in past my lips. I moaned again. “Eric, go deeper,” Tony said, “every time you do he moans on my dick and it feels so fucking good.” Eric laughed, I felt his breath on my hole, and then his tongue returned pressing even deeper. I bucked my ass back against Eric’s invading tongue and pressed myself still deeper onto Tony’s impossibly thick cock. My first experience with two guys at once was here, on the pier, in broad day light, I couldn’t believe what was happening. Really, writing it down hours later, I can’t really believe it still. Eric’s tongue pulled at my hole. It was like he was trying to stretch me out with just his tongue. I was sad when Eric’s tongue left my hole. It had felt so good. His hands pressed down on my back, and he was above me. Tony shifted and I heard them kiss over me, Tony’s cock still down my throat. Then I felt the very familiar pressure of a cock on my hole. Eric slid his cock up and down my crack. I felt a big blunt head catch on my hole a few times. Then lips were against my ear and in a breathy whisper Eric said, “Do you want me to fuck you?” I nodded, not taking Tony’s cock out of my mouth. “What?” Eric said again. I pulled back, Tony’s cock leaving my throat for the first time in probably ten minutes. “Yes,” I responded in the same breathy whisper. One of Eric’s hands stayed on my shoulder the other moved to my ass and his cock. “Have you ever seen Nick get fucked by someone else?” Eric said, to Brett. “Not yet, fuck his hole. It’s amazing, even better with a big load in it.” Eric pressed into me. I moaned, and tossed my head back. I looked Tony directly in the eyes as his ex slid balls deep inside me. “Feels fantastic doesn’t it,” he said. “Yes!,” I moaned as Eric became the third man ever to fuck me. “Eric’s got a Goldie Locks cock, big enough in every direction to stretch you out but not so big you cant take it for hours.” “He feels so good!” “I know, now get my cock back down your throat and keep me hard. If you make it last I’ll fuck you when Eric’s done if you like.” My mind exploded with the possibilities. Brett, then Mac, now Eric… and possibly Tony! Could I double the number of men I’d been fucked by in one afternoon? Did I want to? Was that even a question? I knew the answer. I didn’t need to sit and journal about it for hours to understand what I wanted. I think that part of my life has ended, at least when it comes to my love of gay sex. If Tony wanted to fuck me I was going to let him. Hell, if any of these guys wanted to fuck me I would let them. I swallowed Tony’s cock again, but sucked slower and lighter. I wanted him to last long enough to fuck me. I felt Eric and Tony shift positions again, they were kissing while fucking me from both ends. “I think he wants me to fuck him too.” Tony said. Eric gave me a few rough thrusts, forcing Tony’s cock further down my throat. “Is that what you want? Do you want us both to fuck you?” I nodded, and tried to say “mmmhmmm” with Tony’s cock past my tonsils. Eric slammed into me hard one more time and then pulled out. “Spin around,” he said, let Tony have a turn on your hole before he cums down your throat.” I spun around, presenting my ass to Tony and seeing Eric’s cock for the first time. He’d taken his shorts completely off and kneeled in front of my totally naked. His cock was shorter than Tony’s but still pretty thick. I saw what Tony meant though, it was meaty but inviting. It looked like the sort of cock that would keep you coming back day after day. Honestly not wildly dissimilar from Brett’s. He grinned, and put his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me back, and I stumbled a little. I landed in Tony’s lap, his cock having shot past my outer ring and buried itself in my ass. I yelped at the sudden invasion, but after the initial shock it felt good. The taper of Tony’s cock had stretched me wider than I think I had ever been stretched before. I lowered myself down the rest of the way, a big grin on my face. I had taken my fourth cock. It was then that I saw Brett. He was laying on his back on one of the blankets the guys had laid out totally naked. His arms behind his head, his beautiful puts exposed, and Josh was riding him. Josh too was naked; his hair having fallen loose hung in loose waves just brushing his shoulders. From my angles I could see his plump furry cheeks bounce up and down, and Brett’s shaft disappearing into his hole over and over. Brett made eye contact with me and grinned. “How does Tony’s cock feel,” he asked. “Fucking amazing,” I replied starting to ride Tony. “You look so hot taking his big fat cock.” “How is Josh’s hole?” “I think you weren’t the only one who came to the pier with a cummy hole.” “Our Josh, full of cum? Never,” teased Mike. So far he was the only one not engaged in fun. His shirt was off though, and he was leaning back against the barrel with one arm behind his head exposing his thick delicious looking pits, and one hand rubbing his bulging crotch. “Listen,” Josh said over his shoulder, “I ran into a friend while I was looking for you guys this morning and…” “One thing lead to another,” chimed in Eric. “And then your clothes fell off,” added Tony. “And somehow, completely on accident,” came Mike’s addition. “We ended up fucking and he bred me,” finished Josh with a big grin. It was obvious this was not the first time a story like this had been told in this group. Though really, I thought, none of them were prudes seeing as two of them had already been inside me qnd we had met maybe a little over an hour ago. “Lord,” Eric rolled his eyes and got up. He walked over to Josh and slapped him in the face with his cock. Josh immediately grabbed his friends dick and swallowed it, no doubt tasting my ass and Mac’s cum on the shaft. I was now rocking back on Tony’s massively thick cock feeling it work me open with every thrust. He had his big rough hands on my waist guiding me up and down controlling the strokes. I tried to not let my eyes roll back as the pleasure of being this open crashed over me and watched the scene in front of me. Josh was now deep throating Eric while he bounced on Brett’s cock. Eric had both his hands holding tight to Josh’s head, and Brett was just laying back as Josh used his dick. I looked over at Mike still with the one hand behind his head rubbing his cock. I twisted my head around and reached back to Tony pulling his face close. I kissed him again, a sloppy poorly positioned kiss and he bucked deep into me. “You should go see what Mike has in his pants,” Tony whispered to me and gave me a little push forward. I slid off of his cock, and on all fours closed the small space between where Tony had been fucking me and where Mike was reclining. Mike grinned as I got closer and put both hands behind his head. A massive wave of many musk wafted off of him. His smell was intoxicating. I grabbed his waistband and he lifted his ass so I could pull his shorts off. He wasn’t wearing underwear and as soon as his shorts were part way down a big long uncut cock sprung up. I’d never seen an uncut cock in person, only a few in the magazines Brett and I had purchased recently. I was instantly enamored. I gentility rolled the skin back and exposed the head, and then I dove forward. I gulped down first half his shaft and then after a breath the second half. I shoved my nosed into his black pubes, feeling them tickle my nose. Mike let out a grunt, and ran his hands up and down my back and I worked his cock. Tony was behind me again, his cock slid into my ass easily. I bucked back against his thrusts and worked Mike’s shaft as he moaned happily. We stayed in this arrangement for a while. I nursed Mike’s cock, enjoying playing with his foreskin, while Tony pounded me harder and harder. Eventually he was fucking me so hard that I couldn’t take it anymore and I let Mike’s cock pop out of my mouth and just fell against him. He held me, his hands on my back as his friend pummeled my hole. “Yeah, take it. Let Tony use your hole,” Mike was saying. “He’s going to cum soon. He’s going to fucking flood your ass. Is that what you want?” “Take his load,” I head Brett say from off to the side. “Yes,” I gasped, “Breed me Tony!” “Fuck, yes! I’m going to…” Tony didn’t finish the sentence, he just grunted, and rammed his cock deeper inside me. I was forced against Mike, he held me, so that we were now face to face. Mike kissed me as Tony’s cock throbbed deep inside my ass. I felt his load pump into me, and the accompanying warmth spread into my guts. I let out a sigh, and Tony collapsed forward. I felt his hairy sweaty chest against my back as his cock continued to throb. He held himself inside me for a long moment until we were both breathing calmly again, and his cock began to deflate. Then he pulled out, his cock making a wet squelch. Tony flopped down next to Mike, he and I still catching our breath for a second. Distracted as I was by the post fuck euphoria I didn’t cognate where Eric was until he was sinking his cock back into my hole. “Fuck,” we both groaned together. “Damn Tony that was a huge fucking load.” “You’re welcome,” Tony said, with his arms behind his head, his soft dick flopped to one side. “Hey Josh, wanna clean off my cock and see if you can get me hard enough to fuck you too?” “How can I resist an offer like that?” Josh replied, and got off of Brett’s cock to move between Tony’s legs. I would just see him quickly take Tony’s slick, limp cock in his mouth and start to slurp it. Brett followed behind Josh and quickly slammed his cock back into the willing bottom’s hole. “Damn,” Eric grunted, “Your hole is so fucking warm and slick now. I’m not going to last much longer. You ready for another load Nick?” When we got home that night Brett described the look on my face right before I answered Eric. ‘Cock lust’ he called it, like being in heat. “When I’m getting fucked,” he said, “Like used, and I’ve got an ass full of semen this hunger come over me. All I want is to get fucked more, to have more guys shoot their loads inside me. That’s what I saw in your eyes. You looked hungry. It was hot. I’d never seen you look like that before.” “Oh my god, yes! Breed me,” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Yes!” Eric growled and started to pump his load into me too. His breath was ragged, and I felt his whole body convulse as his dick pulsed and pumped inside me. Warm ribbons of cum pumped into my ass adding to the two already there. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Yes! Fucking breed me! Fill me up!” At the time I didn’t know what was coming over me, but Brett was right. Cock lust. Feeling all these guys unload inside me was suck a fucking turn on that I wanted more. It didn’t satiate my lust, but increase it. As Eric’s orgasm subsided, I locked eyes with Mike who grinned and nodded. We didn’t say anything else, but as Eric pulled his cock from my hole I straddled Mike and slid down on his thick uncut cock. “Fuck Nick!” Brett said, “Your hole looks so fucking good! You’re leaking cum.” “It feels so good!” I panted back. “Mike breed me. Add your load!” “I’m going to! Fuck, as much as I love being bred by a leather daddy myself I can’t resist a cum filled hole like this. So warm and wet. You’re so fucking open now after Tony and Eric. You just sat right down on my dick.” “Your dick feels amazing!” “You like my uncut cock?” “Yes!” “Oh fuck Josh,” Brett grunted. I knew that tone of voice. He was getting close. He was about to unload his balls into Josh’s ass. I turned my head looking back over my shoulder so I could watch his face contort and he grabbed Josh hard by the shoulders and rutted like a wild animal into his ass. A look of bliss washed over Josh’s face as Brett spasmed. As Brett’s orgasm subsided Josh let Tony’s now hard cock out of his mouth and spun around. He swallowed Brett’s glistening still throbbing cock, and started to lick it clean. Tony took the opportunity to get up on his knees and press his cock into Josh’s freshly bred hole. “God that’s hot,” Mike said bucking his cock up into my used ass. I kissed him, my arms wrapped around his back. “Do it, add your load to my ass. Breed me fuck your load into me.” “Fuck yes. I’m going to fucking breed you. I’m going to fuck my load so deep into you.” “I want it.” “Good pig. Take it.” He rammed upward and bit his lip. His body tightened beneath me and I felt the first volley shoot into me. My head rolled back, and the waves of elation exploded over me again. “Good job Nick,” Brett said, still panting. I kissed Mike again, and then slowly got up easing his cock from my hole. It popped out and fell wetly against his stomach. My body was shaking. I lay back on the ground looking up at Tony and Josh who were the only two still going. We all lay there watching Tony rail Josh. Josh was on all fours, with Tony behind him one knee on the ground the other leg bent for leverage. He was savagely hammering away at Josh’s hole. Josh’s eyes were closed, his face a vision of joy. I moved so that I was laying directly next to Josh, and put one hand on his cheek. Gently I guided his face towards mine and kissed him gently. He rocked forward, pressing our faces together. He kissed me deeper, his breath forced and ragged matching each of Tony’s thrusts. We made out as the other watched and Tony pounded Josh. The sexual heat still crackled through the group, though it seems probably Tony was the only one able to get multiple loads off. “Josh here it comes. Take my…” Tony failed to finish his sentence again as he started to unload inside Josh. His second load seem to take longer and he rammed himself deep inside Josh a few more times before letting out a long slow breath. Josh kissed me again, much more softly as Tony’s orgasm came to an end. “Jesus Tony,” he said as Tony pulled out and collapsed next to Mike, “That felt fucking fantastic.” “Any time.” Tony panted. Josh turned his attention back to me, “You want one more?” He had a wicked look on his face. “I thought you were strictly a bottom?” “I never said strictly.” He moved between my legs, and I saw his dick for the first time. It was just a little smaller than Brett and Eric’s and maybe a little thinner, but it still made my mouth water and my hole twitch. I grabbed my knees and pulled them to my chest exposing my hole to him. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said and sunk inside my already overflowing hole. With the poundings Josh had taken he was clearly worked up and it didn’t take him long to get right up to the line of orgasm. I saw it in his face, and then in his body. He tried to hold off, wanting to prolong the fuck, but it wasn’t working. His body had other plans. Without saying anything he rammed forward and his cock gave the most powerful throb I’ve ever felt. He was unloading inside me too. My own cock twitched and then erupted. My load shooting up between Josh and I spattering both of our chests. In the span of two hours I had tripped the number of men I had been fucked by and taken every one of their loads. I love it. It was so fucking hot! Jesus. I can’t wait to go back to the Pier again. “You seriously got fucked by four guys the first time you went to the Pier?” Luke said incredulously looking up from the diary. Luke was laying in the bed naked reading the diary, the sunlight streaming in from the open window throwing the humps of his muscles into sharp relief. His cock was hard as a rock resting against his stomach and leaving a big puddle of precum in the thick hair of his treasure trail. Nick looked over from the little table where he sat with his laptop open. Nick was as dressed as either of them ever were in the hotel room wearing a pair of little basketball shorts and nothing else. He was trying to get work done but Luke’s naked body was a difficult distraction to ignore. “What?” He said, folding the screen of his computer down a little to look over the top of it. “The Piers, did you really get bred by four different guys the first time you went?” “Have I lied about anything in there so far?” “Not that I know of…” “Then why would I lie about that?” “Jesus.” “What?” “That’s just… its just so fucking hot imagining you laying there covered in your own cum with four guys loads leaking out of you.” “You like that you should have seen me at Berlin last year.” “What happened in Berlin?” “Brett got me in a sling in a bathhouse and told anyone that wanted to they could fuck me.” “Fuck! How many…” “Nineteen.” “Fuck!” “I was so fucking full of cum and used. God. I swear my hole was sloppy for like two days.” “Damn, and I thought mine was sloppy yesterday.” “You were pretty sloppy last night when I bred you after that bartender,” Nick said smiling, “But not so sloppy you weren’t tight again this morning.” “Yeah, I guess. Did you like my hole sloppy?” Luke looked concerned. Nick got up and walked over to the bed, “Luke your hole is amazing tight or sloppy, but if you’re asking if it was hot to find you full of random guys loads… then the answer is emphatically yes. Knowing that you were out there being a little pig while I was at dinner with your dad was hot as fuck. What you’re reading in the journal right now is a lot of me discovering the joys of being a horny slutty bottom, but when I moved out to San Francisco I found that I love topping too; and as we got older Brett and I learned that we both have a thing for well bred college boy holes, just like yours.” Luke put the journal down, and pulled Nick into a kiss.

On my GR profile i show my collection of toys. The sizes range from small to HUGE. I also write about my love for assplay and fisting. It’s friday late and i am browsing thru profiles. A message notification pops up ao i open the message. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 Hi! i see that you have a big collection of dildo’s. Can i come over to try a few watching porn. No Fuck & Suck & Kiss He added a few pics of him showing of a well defined muscular body. He’s so hot that i reply direct. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I normally don’t date when there’s no fucking BUT you look hot and i would love to see that firm ass riding a dildo. I ALWAY respect wishes and boundaries, Just a small question?! Why does a str8 dude want to play with dildo’s? (You don’t hsve to answer). It took about 12 minutes to receive a message back. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 I hope you can give me some advice and tips, GREAT to hear yo think that way. WHY? The short answer is PUSSY. There’a this blond with big tits with pierced nipples and a hot body covered in tatts. She kinky and loves getting fucked in all holes before being filled with big loads. She also likes to flip the tables and fuck the guy’s ass with a strap-ob. I WANTED HER SO BAD that i want to practise a bit. I have lots of experience with assplay so i know i could help him to there. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I gladly be of service with mu toy collection and my tips and trick. Call me 06-XXXXXXXX to give you my address. Within 2 minutes my phone rang .I picked up. We had a small chat. And i gave him my address. He replied with “That’s very close to where i am. I can be there in 10 minutes. I will bring my weed!”, I answered with “GOOD|! See you in 10”. I quickly put two mattresses in my living room. I get the two huge bags filled with my toys. Open a new flask of poppers and take out my very special lube. i respect his boundaries BUT there is nothing wrong with trying to get him to loose them. This bottle contains my own mixture; normal water-based lube, some paraffin based cream, ketamine and T (Tina), I take of my cloths and slip into my baggy shorts. I hear the bell. I pick up to hear it’s my date. I buzz him inside, open my door a bit and sit down on my couch. I here the door close and hear him doing something in the hall was. After a minute he comes in naked and wears leather hood with his mouth, nose and eyes free. To stay anon and also because it looks hot. He works out a lot to get that muscled So fucking HOT! He walks towards me and sits down on the couch opposite of me. “Can i smoke my joint to help me relax” het asks and i reply with “Sure, I’ll get an ashtray, I when to the kitchen and got him a an ashtray and a bottle of water. “Just water huh?” he asks and i answer very seriously with “Off course! But if you don’t trust me you can empty the bottle and fill it yourself”. He starts laughing and says “Not necessary”. I ask him what kind of porn i should put on. He answers with “Straigjht BI or Gay are all okay as long as it’s condom free!”. I select some directories and press play, Bare gay porn… ‘MY FAVOURITE!’. He smokes his joint for 3/4 and then asks me with toy would be best to start with. I hand him a small dildo and get a bigger one for myself. I fill up a squirter with some of my lube and slip the tip in my ass and squirt the content inside. “Is a quick way to lube your ass” i say. I ask him uf he also want to use this fast way for lubing up. He nods and i hand him a filled squirter that he emptied in his arse, “Is the burning feeling normal” he asks. I tell him that the lube has some clove oil added for additional sensation and that it will go away after a few minutes. We both place the dildo on the floor and i lower myself on it, “This way i can control the speed and depth of the penetration”. He takes a good look and start to copy me. I hand him the poppers and with some deep inhales his ass starts to adjust and slowly the tip start sliding in.The T also begins to spread thru his body and into his mind, With a deep sight he glides in one fluid move over the rest of the dildo, After a few minutes we both start riding our dildo. After 10 minutes i take ir out and grab a bigger one out of the bag and lube it op. Lay on my back and start pushing it inside. My hole stretches around it. My trainee also decides to go a bit bigger. He fills the squirter again to lube his ass up. It is harder to get this one inside but with wiggling and poppers the dildo finds a way in. I can see that the T begins to take effect. He is riding the dildo as fast as he can, With a huge dildo in my ass i start stroking my thick hard cock.He sees my cock and asks me how big it is and i tell him that it’s 20cm. He looks at it again and says “FUCK…i want to feel it in me!”. `He moves over to me pulls the dildo out his ass and slide my cock inside. After riding me i switch position and plow his ass before shooting my load deep inside him. We then take turns stretching each others holes with bigger dildo’s. When i pull out the dildo from my ass my ass is gaping. It seems the T is making his have kinky thoughts because in one motion he slides his hand in my ass.after a few minutes i tell him to make his hand in to a fist and then explain how to punch my ass with it. He enjoys doing it because he starts to speed it up and punch me harder. I start cum without touching my self. That night i fucked a loaded his ass several times before falling a sleep!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 Jake was walking his bike down the street on an abnormally hot spring evening when he heard a familiar voice running up from behind him. Jake turned around and recognized his next door neighbor slowing down from his run. “What seems to be the problem?”, he asked. “Oh hey Mr. Cox. My bike has a flat.” Jake explained. “Sorry to to hear that and you can call me Tyler. When you call me Mr. Cox it makes me feel old” , Tyler said with a chuckle. “Ok, Tyler” Jake replied with a smile as he admired the sweaty shirtless man in his thin athletic shorts. “I’ve got a new tube in my garage. I can probably replace yours in 5 minute if you’d like”, Tyler offered. “That’d be great!” Jake exclaimed with a bright smile. As they walked back to Tyler’s garage, Jake relishes the view of Tyler’s hairy half naked body. He had admired his tall, muscular neighbor from afar for some time. His bedroom window Looks onto Tyler’s bathroom window and on occasion Jake would catch glimpses of Tyler undressing and showering even jerking off and Jake has gotten in the habit of Jerking off to these views. “So your dad tells me that you're almost done with the baseball season and that this will be your last season”, Tyler states as they walk toward his garage. “Yes sir, two more games and then I graduate next month. Jake responds. “That’s great! Your dad also said you’ll be playing baseball in college in the fall as well. All that ball playing explains how well developed you body has become. You’ve grown so fast. Pretty soon you’ll be bigger than me”, Tyler says with a smile and patty Jake on the shoulder. Jake blushes and says, “I don’t know about that sir but I do work out and the coaches train us hard”. “I’m sure they do” Tyler says as he licks his lips and his mind begins to wonder before they arrive at his garage. They enter the garage and Tyler closes the door behind them. He turned the bike over the makes the needed repairs as Jake assists. As they finish the work. Jake finds himself staring at Tyler’s towering frame. His body still glistening from the sweaty run. His eye wander down his hairy, muscular chest and down to the his tight run shorts where he observes a growing bulge pushing through the thin fabric. Tyler stares at Jake With a devilish grin and asked, “like what you see Jake?” Jake blushed but continued to stare at the now straining bulge in Tyler’s athletic shorts. “Wanna see it?”, Tyler asked. Jake licked his lips and innocently looked up at Tyler and replied, “Yes sir”. “Go ahead” Tyler encourages. Jake pulls on the waistband of the thin athletic short and pulls down. What was revealed before him was the largest dick he’d ever see. It was over 9 inches long, thick and veiny with a thick bush of hair surrounding the shaft. His heart raced with excitement and his dick began to stir in his shorts and adjusts it. “Want to touch it?” Tyler asked. Jake nodded and wrapped his hand around the massive member and gently began to rub. Tyler let out a soft moan and his cock immediately started to leak. The clear liquid lubricating his now rock hard dick. “Jake do you want to taste it?” Tyler asked. Again Jake nodded his head in agreement and proceeded to first lick the head and shaft and then engulfing the mushroom head with his mouth. Tyler let out a low guttural moan. Tyler then pulled his dick out of the willing mouth and positioned the back of Jake’s head against the wall Of the garage. Jake released his now hard dick and began stroking. Tyler re inserted his massive member into the young stud’s hungry mouth and begins to face fuck him. Slowly as first and then picking up the pace. Looking at his huge tool disappear into this young man’s mouth he sternly instructs Jake to relax his throat. Jake struggles to take Tyler's massive cock as Tyler’s massive hairy balls slap at his chin. “I always knew you wanted this cock boy”, Tyler Exclaims as his orgasm builds. “Now it's time for you to take my dirty load….. fuuuccck!”. Tyler’s cock head flares deep in Jake’s throat and begins to shoot ropes and ropes of cum down Jake’s throat. “TAKE MY FUCKIN ‘ LOAD !” Tyler grits through his teeth as he floods Jake’s throat. Jake completely shocked by the massive load, Struggles to gulp down every drop and only after Tyler’s orgasm slowly subsides does Jake realize when he looks down that his hard cock has shot hands free. After; Both studs struggle to catch their breath. Jake’s mind races at the events that have just taken place. Tyler gently rubs Jake ‘s head in encouragement, “You’re a natural. That was so hot.” He says with a huge grin on his face as he pulls up his athletic shorts over his semi hard dick. “Thanks!” Jake exclaimed still trying to catch his breath. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself too judging from the pool of cum on the garage floor”, Tyler says with a laugh as he helps Jake off the floor and Jake pulls up his pants. “Ha! Yeah sorry about that”, Jack says a little embarrassed. “Don’t apologize you should be proud of that load”, Tyler says ‘Yes sir’ is the only think he can think to say Jake begins to collect his bike and says that he should be getting home. As Jake leaves Tyler says, ‘If you're interested in more fun you know where I live’. Jake smiles back and simply say , ‘okay’,

It's been a while, but this was a hot encounter. Almost 20 years ago, I was on vacation with my boyfriend in Goa, India. One day we took a trip to a nearby town where we decided to have a traditional massage. We both got massages from young Indian men. We were both in the same room with only a cloth screen between us. My masseur massaged me a lot between my legs and my anus with his oiled fingers. Finally he climbed on top of me and shoved his hard cock in my ass. He went balls deep with one thrust. After a while of fucking, he released his sperm into me. I kept focusing on being quiet so my boyfriend wouldn't hear what was going on, so I only realized at the end that he hadn't used a condom and he was seeding me. This was not the only sexual encounter on that trip to India. I think Indian men liked a European young man with light skin and blond hair.

Chapter 13 His Neighbor had the needle piercing the skin of the Kid. He looked over at this arm and saw that the Neighbor was ready to inject him. At the same time he felt something penetrating his ass. It felt cold but at the same time he very warm. The Neighbor said “ Hope you ready for this, It will get you twisted really quick”. He was grinding on what ever was up his ass. It wasn’t very big but it felt great. He also heard someone comment that there were only three bottoms tonight and so far they had over twenty confirmed tops. The Neighbor heard that and told the Kid “ Hope your ready for the Fun tonight. You three will probably be here for a couple days. We usually have few bottoms to server the guys”. At that moment the effects of the drugs hit him. His ears were ringing and his had a taste in his mouth. He stared coughing and his body was on fire. His cock that had the sounds in it felt like it never did before. What he didn’t know was that the guy administering it had pulled out the first one and had pushed a larger one in. this one had a special use, it was hollow and could inject anything that a master wanted to put in there. IN this case was a drug from the orient that would keep him hard but had a nasty side effect. No matter how hard a guy tried, he would not be able to cum for hours, it was designed to drive the patient crazy with lust. At the same time, whatever he had up his ass wasn’t near enough, he wanted more, a lot more. He could feel a burning in his body. The Guy gently rubbed the Kid’s chest and nipples. The Kid was doing what he could to get more action everywhere on his body. He could feel something happening on his ass but he couldn’t figure what it was. With the drugs taking effect he was going crazy. He felt that cold object pulled from his ass and then the sounds was pulled out. That tingled and he felt a hot rush spread from it to his nuts. He then felt something rubbing on his ass. It was a hot cock and the kid tried to move down to get it in his but strapped down as he was, he was unable to move than an inch either way. This was by design. The guy in this position could not see who or what was going up his ass and could not move to get anymore in him or to get away from it. That part of his body was held prisoner. The Kid heard the guy next to him objecting to something that was happening on the other sire of the wall. He was saying “ Please. No more. I am already feeling the effects of the first one and i am burning up”. He looked over and about that time he saw the guy moved to the extent of his bindings. Apparently, someone put something up his ass. The Kid could clearly see the guy’s eyes and they looked like they were going to pop out. The Guy loudly said “ Shit! That hurts “. The Neighbor walked over to the Guy and said ‘ You’ve had a double dose of meth pushed up your ass, Remember you asked for that”? the guy was panting and said “ Yes, But .. “ His word was cut off by what ever was going in his ass, he looked like he was going to explode . The Neighbor said “ Be careful what you ask for, you wanted this, now your getting it weather you want it or not “. The Neighbor put a ball gage in the guy’s mouth and fastened it. the guy was mumbling and couldn’t be heard much. The Neighbor said “ I will take that gage off in a few minutes. BY then you will not be objecting much “. The Neighbor looked over at the Kid and said the guy had asked to get his ass really messed up and to get spun out of his mind. That is exactly what he will be getting. The Drugs will last for a long while and when we are done with him tonight they will be taking him to the farm. That is an actual farm that uses migrant workers this time of year. The one that they will be taking him to had over one hundred men that look forward to some release. He said the guy will be tied to a special fucking bench and blindfolded. His cock, ass and mouth will be available to use for anything. It is not unusual to see the tied person get thirty or more loads in his ass over the weekend, And that doesn’t count the piss injections or the loads he will be swallowing. He said that he took a guy there last month, he stayed there to make sure he wasn’t killed or damaged to badly. He was also there to make sure he kept spun and horned up. There is one migrant worked that is probably a mutant in the cock area. He is Mexican and his cock almost hangs almost to his knees and would take two hands to circle the thickness. I have never seen anything that big. He fucked the guy, I watched the guy and put a ball gage in his mouth before the guy stared penetrating him. He said he actually took the gage off the guy to make sure he wasn’t hurting to much. Between the excitement and the drugs, he was wanting more in him. The Mexican blew and enormous load in the guy’s ass. When the Mexican pulled out, the Cum sprayed out like a hose. Hie ass gaped open, it practically ruined the fun for the others after that. The Neighbor walked over to the Kid, knowing he was already high and the drugs were working on him. He licked the Kid’s sensitive nipples and asked “ You think you would want that.“?

Got a room at the Days Inn in Raleigh Sunday night. Usual posted the hotel, room number on Grindr and Sniffies and propped the door open. Took 10 loads anon ass up face down with blindfold on. One guy came back and dropped a second load.

Last fall I was on vacation in Berlin. I spent the first day almost entirely at the bar. I drank beer and sometimes went to the bathroom to play with men. I sucked cocks and a couple of times I was fucked in the ass. All raw. Late in the evening I was already quite drunk. But even so, I didn't want to go to my hotel yet. I decided to visit a nearby gay sauna. There were a surprising number of men there. Most were clearly older than me, but that's just fine. I first went to the steam room to relax for a while, but I decided to go and see if there was action somewhere. In the bigger room, I climbed into the sling and waited in case someone came to fuck me. I didn't have to wait long before the old and skinny leather gay started caressing the pouch of my jockstraps and my anus. He clearly felt that the hole was open and I was already bred. I was so drunk that my head was spinning. The old man stuck his cock inside me and started fucking me. After a while, his friend came and brought a used condom. I don't know where he found it. Before I could say or do anything, the man had emptied its contents onto the old man's cock and my anus. At exactly the same moment, the old man came in my ass. Also his friend bred my hole. After this I was ready to go to my hotel.

Took 4 loads from 2 guys at Austin Six today and swallowed several more... best day there in a while.

Wanted to thank everyone for the positive feedback on the story, I’ve wanted to write something completely new for ages and never really could get something finished. Something about this theme really got me and had been thrilling to type up. just have one final chapter which I’ll probably post tomorrow

I wonder if Jake's dad has been doing more than just running and working out Tyler. Hopefully yes and he knows just what's going to happen on the camping trip.

Chapter 12 The Neighbor bent down and asked the Kid “ You like this, don’t you “? The Kid was panting and said “ Yes”. The neighbor said “ Tis is only the beginning. I am hosting a small get together and you’re one of the main attractions “ The Neighbor told the Kid that some of the guests were arriving and he didn’t want to delay the festivities. He told the Kid, “ We best get you ready “. They walked into another room, it was dark except for the red lights on the walls. After the Kid’s eyes adjusted he could see a sling, a strange looking bench with pads and straps, Multiple toys on a wall and all sorts of Mid-Evel looking stuff, It really looked scary. The Kid wasn’t feeling much of anything right now except excitement. What ever that powder was it had him feeling strange. He noticed on a wall there looked to be three Holes about waist high. It almost looked like the holes you might see at a bookstore. The main difference was that the holed were large, almost like a doggy door and it looked like some kind of straps were hang above the holes.. He couldn’t figure out what they were for, but he was soon going to find out. The Guy with the slave walked over to the bench and ordered the slave to lay down on it. As soon as the slave was laying there a couple guys came over and lifted two bars up near the Slave’s head. They quickly strapped the Slave’s arms to the bar, straps were also wrapped around his chest and waste. The Finished by taking the Slave’s feet and pulling them up and securing them to the bars that his hands were tied to. IN this position the Slave couldn’t move, his ass was hanging off the end of the table, fully exposed and his head was on hanging back. His mouth and ass were open for anyone to use. Someone brough over a syringe and injected the Kid with something. The Slave stared panting and whimpering like a puppy. One of the guys walked up to the Slave and stared working his cock into the Slaves ass. He didn’t see anyone lube the Slaves ass and knew it much not feel very good, but in his state of mind the slave didn’t seem to care. The Kid noticed that the guy had all sorts of tattoos on his, The most noticeable was one that the Kid recognized and one from a motor cycle gang. The other ones he noticed was one of a Bio-Hazzard sign an da rather mean looking scorpion. His take looked like a bloody penis. The Neighbor walked up behind the Kid and told him that the slave was a bd boy this week and was going to be punished. The slave agreed to this so that he could stay in his masters stable. The Neighbor pushed him through a door. Inside was the older that was laying on a table with his legs thru the one of the ’doggy doors’ he saw earlier. He was laying on his back and another guy came in and scolded the older guy and said “ I told you this time you ill be on your stomach, and I don’t care if you want to be on our back”. After the older guy was on his stomach with his ass hanging thru the hole the one guy put a couple straps on the guy to keep him in place. The Neighbor taped the other bench and told the Kid to get up on there. He said “ On our back and put your legs thru the Hole “. The Kid was still feeling excited and high from that ‘ Magic powder ‘ he inhaled earlier and quickly complied. When he pushed his legs through the hole he felt his legs being pulled thru even more. Fore a moment he thought he was going to fall thru but then whoever it was stopped, He felt a couple set of hands lifting his legs. His legs were fastened to the straps above the hole. He couldn’t see who was doing this but his butt was fully exposed and he was getting honey. Someone on the other side grabbed his cock and stared playing with it. He was opening the piss slit on his cock and rubbing it. They had some kind of a lotion or something because it started feeling warm and he thought he was going to get off. What he didn’t notice was that his Neighbor and strapped him down to the bench and he couldn’t move. The warm feeling in his cock stared burning and it seemed to get deeper in his cock. He had a concerned look on his face and his neighbor said “ You ever had sounds used on you”? The Kid said he wasn’t sure what that was. The guy explained it was a special probe to pen up your piss hole some. My buddy like to see how open he can get a victim. This was the first time he hear any of this and it concerned him some but the strange feeling in his cock was actually enjoyable. A guy walked into the room with a couple syringes and handed one to his neighbor. The other one he walked over and the Kid watched while he put a tourniquet on the guys arm an injected the drugs into him. The guy stared convulsing and shaking, he didn’t say much but he heard someone on the other side of the wall exclaim “ Jesus. This guy’s ass is biting my cock “. The Kid didn’t realize that someone had pushed into the guy’s ass already. The older guy was gurgling and saying “ More. I need more “. The Kid wasn’t sure if he wanted more drugs or more up his ass The Kid knew the feelings and understood where the guy was coming from. The Kids cock was painfully hard. It was a strange feeling, he wasn’t sure it was from the powder or the sounds that were in his cock. All he knew was this had him wanting to cum. His Neighbor had the needle piercing the skin of the Kid. He looked over at this arm and saw that the Neighbor was ready to inject him. At the same time he felt something penetrating his ass. It felt cold but at the same time he very warm. The Neighbor said “ Hope you ready for this, It will get you twisted really quick”.

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.

This week, I was at a sauna's nude night. I immediately fell for a very young, super-thin twink with a swinging cock. He saw I was getting hard and motioned to a room. We were both vers and we agreed he'd fuck me first. To my surprise, he started to put on a condom. I kissed him, told him I was on prep and was regularly tested and that if he really wanted, he could fuck me without a condom. His eyes twinkled and he threw the condom in the bin, so I bent over on my knees and huffed some brand-new poppers. He was a decent fuck and I was pleased when I realised he was blowing. I stood up, ready to breed his hole next - and saw him removing a condom! It was super-awkward and he left. Obviously, I checked the condom. I'd pre-lubed with some vaseline, but the condom was intact. He'd blown a big load in it. I fingered it in deep, so I guess I won in the end ...

To me the best compliment is when a top keeps hitting me up for regular booty calls for weeks or months after we first hooked up.

when he texts after the first hookup and says “enjoyed that hole and up for doing it again?” n he means right then

Nothing better than breeding a cum filled hole.

Wow! What a wonderful post. Thank you for this Tanbbottom. Like many, we have a lot in common. i too have a religious background that led to a 31 year marriage to a woman. i too love/loved this person, and i think she did me in some ways, though her beliefs made it impossible for her to wholly love and accept me. i spent a big chunk of my life admitting i'm attracted to Men, while believing because of that conditioning that i was twisted and broken. All those years of trying to change turned out to be me processing through, and out of, the cultural conditioning that made me both think and feel i was 'sick, sinful, broken, etc., etc.." i think a lot of guys stay stuck, or carry baggage from being conditioned against the reality of who and how they are, because instead of processing through it, they give up and 'rebel' against it. i single quote "rebel" because i that is the conditioned word for it, the truth is what is often "rebelled" against, with no small amount of cognitive dissonance, turns out to be a paper tiger when seen in process. As i see it, monogamy is often guarded by that paper tiger. i think discussions like this that question and examine the reasons and emotions we have regarding norms like monogamy, can expose the good and bad in the concept and free us from absolutist conditioned emotions and ideas that, often unconsciously, accompany it/them. i'd give you a lot more credit for communication skill than you seem to give yourself, i think you communicate beautifully in your post. To me, one of the biggest impediments to communicate is fear of vulnerability. That fear causes one to hide feelings or thoughts (often even from our self) that one perceives puts them at risk for rejection, or worse. The price tag for that fear and hiding is we cannot communicate or find acceptance without exposure and vulnerability, so we can find ourselves alone... even in our most intimate relationships. i think making a rule out of monogamy, or many other relational rules, often discourages open communication and thwarts the very bond it supposedly supports.

I was molested at six with my younger brother by our oldest half brother. At nine I came home and found my best friend and two of my brothers jerking off to porn and they convinced me too as well. Ended up in years of incest and friends blowjobs. We even had a fort where we would all go to suck if our parents were home.

II accidentally put my text in the wrong thread. But that trip to India a few years later i got stealthed. I met a tall and handsome 50+ man in a bar who was on a business trip. He asked me to go with him to his hotel. In the hotel room, he immediately undressed me, leaving only my jockstraps on. First he wanted me to take a blowjob from him, then he licked my ass. I was on my fours on the bed and after a while I felt his hard cock on my anus. I asked him to put on a condom. He kindly obeyed and then thrust into me. He fucked me from behind for at least half an hour. I was absolutely thrilled. Finally he asked where I wanted him to empty his balls. I said come inside me. When he was done and pulled out of me I noticed that the condom was on the floor and his bare cock had seeded me. I was shocked and asked why he had taken off the condom. He just said it felt so much better. And it would have been a waste of him to cum in a condom when you can cum into a young ass. I admitted to him that it felt good and let him cum my ass one more time before going home.

Sorry for the delay guys…. Chapter 15 it was the evening of Phil and Steve’s party. I had to admit I was a little nervous and had arranged for Sally to call round first. We were going to go together, and would have a couple of drinks to loosen up. Sally arrived and was looking sensational. She had a low top on, showing off her black widow poz tattoo. ‘ I’ve had some more work done - do you want to see? ‘ she asked. ‘Of course’ I replied. She pulled her top down and showed me her newly pierced nipples. ‘That’s not all ‘ she continued. She hoisted up her skirt and showed me her pussy. She was totally smooth but has ring piercings in her pussy lips and a purple ribbon was tied through them, preventing access to her pussy. ‘ It’s my ass only tonight ‘ she said. It looked hot but I wasn’t sure the ribbon would last the night. We made our way to Steve’s venue and knocked on the door. It swung open and we handed the red invitation card to the doorman, who I recognised as Mo, a friend of Phil’s . He showed us to our changing rooms. We were given a bin liner for our clothes and another containing what we were going to wear at the party. All I had was a collar,harness and a pair of leather shorts of sorts, but no rear was in them so my ass was exposed, and my cock was exposed from the front. Sally’s outfit was pretty similar. Just then the door opened and a young guy came in. I recognised him as Archie, the twink from the sauna and Gino’s assistant. He was nervous. ‘Hi’ I said, ‘didn’t expect to see you here’ . ‘Gino said I would like it, it would give me what he thought I would need’ he replied. ‘ By the way, I don’t know if you know , I’ve tested positive too’ he said. ‘ the only guy who fucked me and who was poz is you, so you must have converted me’ ‘I’m sorry I ventured’ I didn’t know the first time’ . ‘It’s ok, if im honest I secretly wanted it. I was so turned on by that chat you had with Gino in the clinic. I knew I felt the same way, I was just scared, that’s all. Now it’s happened it’s a weight off my mind. Gino says it’s best to stay off meds for a while as well, like both of you.’ He knows me, and has said tonight will free me’ . We were all changed and brought into the main room. There were three other guys dressed like us, but they looked young twinks like Archie too. We had to fetch drinks but soon we were mingling. There must have been twenty guys there. I lost sight of Sally with three black guys, I was talking to two older guys , when I felt a hand on my ass, a finger slipping into my lubed hole. ‘ that’s what I like’ a voice whispered in my ear ‘ a hole ready to take any cock… especially a poz one like mine’ .I felt pressure on my shoulders and sank to my knees. Before I knew it three cocks were in front of my face. I started sucking alternately on them all. I wanted their loads in my mouth. However, they had other ideas. I was positioned on my knees, still sucking cock but poz guy had gone behind my and slipped in my ass. He was fucking me and was whispering ‘ I love a good poz slut taking my seed’ . It wasnt long before he came in me with a growl, and another cock replaced him. I was still sucking the first guys cock and this time he came in my mouth, I swallowed hungrily, as the guy fucking me unloaded a second load in my ass. ‘Good boy, take it like a bitch,’ he growled as he came. I was hoisted up on my feet with cum still dripping from my ass, and lead to another room. A blindfold was put on me and I was lifted up. I soon realised I was being strapped into a sling. A cock made its way into my mouth as I felt my ass being worked on. I was given a hit of poppers and felt fingers being inserted. ‘ we will destroy this ass tonight. He will take a fist even if it splits him’ I took another hit of poppers and was conscious of my ass feeling as though it was on fire ‘ that’s it , get it right in him’ the voice said. I was taking my first fist. The cock came out of my mouth . ‘Open wide’ I did as I was told ‘ I felt a stream of piss hit me. I became aware of a female voice next to me as my ass was being stretched. It was Sally. ‘Get her tight in that sling as well ‘ a voice said. We were in back to back slings. ‘That bitch knows what she wants too , get the scissors, and cut those ribbons. She is getting black poz cum in every hole but she has to beg’ ‘please I want cock’ Sally whimpered’ you on birth control?’ ‘No’ she replied, ‘ even better, we’re gonna cum in your ass and pussy, knock you up both ways you black cock whore’ I could tell Sally was turned on by her whimpers but then focussed on my ass as a cock replaced the fist in my ass and another made its way into my mouth. I don’t know how long I was in the sling as I was exhausted by the time I was released. I felt full of cum and when I felt my ass it was loose and clearly well used. I put my clothes on over my party wear and was bundled into a taxi with Sally. Somehow we’re made it to my flat where we both went in , in silence. I just wanted to sleep. Sally went to the spare room. We would discuss the events tomorrow ……………

Chapter 36: The morning after When we woke the next morning, I told the old roomie we needed to talk, and he agreed. We shared a few drinks first, and smoked some tina. My roomie was the first to start talking. He began by asking him why I hadn't told him I was chasing as he was too. I explained to him that my chase had ended, and that my partner had already converted me. He was totally shocked, yet supportive. We both agreed that we should have been more open with each other. He hugged me planting a deep kiss on me and said he was happy for the two of us. He then planted a deep kiss on my partner, telling him that he was happy that he was the one that gave me what I needed. He continued by saying that he regretted not being more open with me, but he understood and was appreciativeof us asking him to join us at the party. He explained that he had been chasing for a long time wanting to know who gifted him, but he was tired of that chase and no longer cared who did it. He explained that he didn't want a relationship with us, but like me, wanted to know who gifted him. I was happy to hear this, as it appeared my partner and the waiter had already looked like it would become triad relationship. I told my old roomie this, and explained that a 4 way relationship would be a huge step to partake in. He agreed, and said that wasn't the goal, but could be interesting. We were already in the clouds, but he suggested we slam and breed him again! Although he didn't need a slam to open his inhibitions, we tied off his arm and filled his veins with Tina. Before breeding him, we also gave him a booty bump. He became a verbal pig after that! My partner and I gave him a rough fuck, and although both of us were unexperience at fisting, my partner got his hand in past the wrist. Although we wanted to breed him again, he was wiped out from the breedings, Tina and fisting. We decided it was time to leave and have fun back at our hotel. After we got back to the hotel my partner and I had deep conversation. Like me, he agreed that there was a deep connection between us and the waiter and that was something we needed to discuss first. We then looked at each other and at the same time just said let's fuck and talk later, which we obviously did. It was the most difficult discussion I've ever had. We started off discussing the waiter, and agreed that he should be a part of our lives together, but not sure to what extent. My partner then asked if I had any thoughts on the pizza boy. Obviously I did, as he was the first that took our toxic loads and converted. I thought perhaps it would be great to introduce him to my old roomie. He agreed 100% saying he would be a part of our extended family. He said we had time to decide once we were married.

The act of corruption and unification had begun, and for the Boy, he felt as if it could go on forever. Already the rough yet loving act of carnal breeding had been going for almost 40 minutes, The Daddy taking short breaks both to replenish his stamina, and the stamina of the boy. But The Daddy, even infused with dark powers, was starting to show his age, and the effects of his own sickness. He could feel his strength ebbing and knew it was time to finish. Time to end it. Soon The Daddy begins to increase his tempo, knowing the moment of transformation is coming. His rough hands move and more hungry play across the boy's body. Running down his chest, his thin fingers seize and clench the erect and throbbing nipples of the Boy. As they are clasped, The Daddy increases his movements yet again as he pulls and twists the Boy's nipples into aching, burning peaks of pleasure. The Daddy played with the sensitive tips, loving how he could elicit soft yelps from the boy while reminding him of his inevitable ownership over the boy, body and soul. His breath was hot upon the boy's neck and ears as the moment of unification came closer, he began to speak more in the heat of the ritual. "Praise be to HIM from which all holy seed flows, praise be to HIM for accepting me into his Brotherhood that I may bring forth this boy into the Brotherhood." he spewed forth all manner of verbal degradation and profanity. The calm and measured mind of The Daddy began to show its true nature, as the moment of the ritual was almost upon him, he gave himself up to the Dark and Primal powers. He called out to the forces at work in his body and summoned Demons and Angles alike to pass through his body and enter the boy. The boy for his part felt his mind slipping away more and more with each moment, all he could think of was how lucky he was to be taking his black cock inside his body. In one final gasp, he felt his mind collapse and something else enter his soul. "FATHER! PLEASE END ME! FINISH THE TRANSFORMATION! INFUSE ME WITH THE SEED OF THE DARK BROTHERHOOD!" And then it happened. With one final guttural roar, like a potent predator at last claiming its prey, The Daddy came. Together, Daddy and Boy bellowed as one as the moment of unification was at hand. The sound they made was both Demonic and Angelic, and was both pleasure and pain. As one, they felt the Daddies scorching, life giving, life taking seed rocketing up his pulsating fuck tubes, finally with an intensely powerful discharge of searing liquid, it coated the innards of the Boy with sticky, virus laden man Seed. In that moment, as the seed of The Daddy found its home, spreading into numerous fissures and tears of the boy's inner rectum, the Boy, as if being electrocuted by some unseen force, begins to twitch and shake. Despite his previous orgasm and utter exhaustion, the Boy once more spasms in the excitement and joy of being marked with his black master’s holy sperm. His own cock pumping out the last of its untainted seed, It feels almost as if the boy is shooting his brains out, his mind, shooting out his soul as he seems to orgasm, and orgasm yet again, His body shaking as if being electrocuted. All the while, The Daddy shivered just as violent, making strange, inhuman grunting and wheezing sounds. Each time his balls contracted and pumped out more of his infection infused seed, he would make a strange almost demonic grunting noise. Indeed in the primal act of impregnation was the moment when he felt the dark forces fully entering his body, and the body of the boy, soon to be his Son forever. Their twin orgasms continued for some time, each pumping out their very life force and essence. For the boy, all that he was he knew was being emptied from his body, drained through his cock as the fountain of cum slowed to a trickle, and then to a drip. His mind empty, his soul broken, He passed out, and The Daddy collapsed not long after. Together they were finally as one.

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…

The feel of skin on skin is the best

Chapter 11 The Kid walked back to his place and when he got to the top of his steps, the guy that had bent him over last Friday meet him. He walked into the Kid’s flat behind him and grabbed the Kid’s ass as they passed through the threshold. He gave the Kid a bottle of Gatorade and told the Kid “ Get cleaned up and come over to my place, you have a date in my basement. Be a good boy and drink all of this one your way over “. He knew the guy meant business and if he didn’t show up, he had no idea who all he would tell about the night in the park. He was thirsty so he drank about half of the Gatorade, it tasted funny, but he didn’t care, it was wet. He cleaned himself out with his douche nozzle and cleaned himself out. He also touched himself up with a razor, he had shaved enough that it looked like he was naturally hairless between the legs. It made him look even younger that before. As he was getting out of the shower, he felt hot and a little uneasy on his feet. He didn’t think he had the temperature on the water turned up that high. He dried off and put on shorts and a tee shirt and slid into his sandals. He was camo because he lost his underwear at one place and figured he didn’t want to lose more. He felt flush, relaxed and horny at the same time. He started out the door when he remembered the Gatorade, he still had just over half of it left to drink, He downed it down quickly and walked dover to the neighbor’s place He knocked on the door at the neighbors. He answered and told the Kid “ Just in time, follow me “. He noticed the Kid was a bit tipsy and knew he was feeling the ’special’ mix in the Gatorade. He took the Kid downstairs to the basement. He watched the kid, he didn’t want hm falling. When he got down there the Kid noticed four other guys. One was naked smoking a glass pipe. The neighbor said he had something special for him to try. The drugs in the Gatorade was hitting him and he was feeling horny as hell. One of the guys walked over to the Kid and yanked his cloths off. He stepped back and looked at the hairless body and asked “ You sure he is legal age “? The Kid looked a lot younger than his actual age. The neighbor said “Yeah, I’m sure. He is in his twenties “ . The pulled the Kid over to a table and sat him down. Next to him on the table was some white powder in lines, he had never seen this before. The asked the Kid if he ever did lines before, the Kid answered “ no sire “. One of the guys walked over and said let me show you how to do it. He took a straw and put the end of it in his nose and then stared inhaling the line of white powder, The guy snorted and said that was great. His voice seemed to have changed. The guy told the Kid, like poppers, you need to block the other part of your nose when you inhale. The Kid though that this would be easy, he liked poppers and figured this was the same. the Neighbor pointed to the longest line and said “ I have been saving this one for you, see how much you can inhale “. The Kid took this as a challenge and got into position like the other guy did and started snorting the line he almost got it all in when an unbelievable intense burning hit his nose. It was a deep burn that seemed to go into his brain. He never felt anything like this. His eyes were watering n the guys started laughing. One of them said “ I guess he wasn’t lying, this was the first for coke “. The Kid’s head was spinning and he had a sense of total euphoria he never felt before. While all this was going on three other guys walked in. One was a younger guy that had what looked like a dog collar in, One of the other guys was leading him around. They came over and stood the Kid up and started feeling him all over. One of them commented on the Kid’s cock and how nicely hard it was. The were feeling his body, pinching his nipples and playing with his ass. Up to now the Kid hadn’t noticed how horny he had gotten. They were checking his butt and commenting on it. It was as if he was noting more than a side of beef they way they talked. The Guy that was leading the one with a collar told the guy to get down and suck out this Kid’s ass. The bent the kid over and the slave came over and started eating his ass. It really felt great, the Kid thought this was going to be fun. The slave was sucking hard on the Kid’s hole, he could actually feel his insides being sucked. The Neighbor bent down and asked the Kid “ You like this, don’t you “? The Kid was panting and said “ Yes”. The neighbor said “ Tis is only the beginning. I am hosting a small get together and you’re one of the main attractions “

To be honest I struggle with this whole topic. For the moment I'm content to muddle my way through my mixed and complex thoughts and feelings. My first monogamous relationship was with my former wife (who is one of my best friends to this day) Both virgins when we married nonmonogamy didn't even occur to us, products of a predominantly monogamous culture and similar religious backgrounds. This union produced two wonderful children (& now a grandson) for which I am profoundly grateful. When I awakened to being very far to the gay side of the Kinsey Scale the process of figuring out and embracing my gay sex needs was both terrifying and exilerating. The process of leaving that marriage was exceedingly painful and gut wrenching. After many years of single life and a moderate number of male sexual partners, (both a few men I dated briefly and anonymous encounters in bathhouses and the woods) I entered my second monogamous relationship with my current husband. By this point I was more aware of options; but, without much thought to my experience found myself falling into a monogamous commitment. We both asked for that commitment equally. Again we had been shaped by and were not questioning the cultural myth of monogamous relationships being essential to successful relationships. Our sex life was never great for me. His tastes were too vanilla and I believe he was frightened by my HIV positive status. But we struggled through commited to monogamy. Five years in he went through a medical procedure that seemed to rob him of what I experienced as his already low libido. We tried different things to make a sexual life together work, but he was uncomfortable with all medical aids and soon our sex life totally evaporated. He would say I stopped it, I feel he did. We don't talk about this difference of opinion simply none verbally agreeing to disagree. Although we both grieve the death of any sex life we had, (admittedly me less than him) recognize our strong bond is based on far more than a sexual union. With trepidation I asked to open the relationship recognizing it wasn't a matter of 'if' I would stray but 'when'. I knew I couldn't live without sex, indeed that it is an important part of my life and well-being. So important, it had already torn me from the profoundly meaningful and loving relationship with my former wife. Without me knowing he talked about my request with a few of his long time gay friends. They assured him they had solid open relationships , one sharing his wisdom ... "My partner fulfilled his sexual needs for years with many different men and casual sex, how could I ask him to change that?" Eventually I brought up the topic again and he felt and thought he had given me permission, finally sharing his talk with his wise friend with me. I confess we don't have the best communication skills especially when it comes to emotionally sensitive topics and topics with potential conflict. I own my own shortcomings as much as I observe and experience his. For the last couple of years, as far as I can see he has chosen to live without sex per say. I have embraced my bareback promiscuous self like never before, but always extremely discreetly to try to keep from rubbing his face in my new found sexual freedom and excitement. He has met and enjoyed the new found friendship of some of my fuck buddies. I didn't tell him, but he knows I have sex with these men. He has told me once that it doesn't bother him. He thought it would but on reflection knows it doesn't , even when he knows I'm off having sex. He knows I play raw having overheard a phone call while we were driving when the clinic worker not checking to see if I was alone or not on speaker informed me I had an STD. At a later time he shared with great sympathy that he was sorry I'd had that phone call experience. But, I still don't talk with him about the pleasure I get from bb sex. Since we haven't had sex in years I know I'm not putting him at risk. Without negotiating rules we have slipped into a 'don't ask, don't tell ' level of communication. (Or none communication of the topic of our sex lives.) I know because of childhood trauma I struggle with talking freely and openly about my feelings, thoughts and needs. My partner has demonstrated his ability to accept my occasional boughts of depression and my wondering ways. But it remains very difficult for me to fully embrace my non-monogamous nature. I am inspired by the guys on this site that have such open and honest conversations with their partners. I'm jealous of those of you who play together with others. I remember my profound loneliness before being with my current partner which tempers any wishes I have to be single again. Yet another recent bought with crabs and a hookup that went badly has me currently not very interested in presuing sex. Maybe I'm just feeling too old for all the hard work to find it and try not to make my pursuits too obvious to the man I truly don't want to hurt. I know I will eventually suck a cock and have my ass stuffed with raw cock once again. I know I won't be able to avoid the temptation of backing my ass up to yet another glory hole and gratefully recieve another strangers cum painting my guts. I guess this long rambling post just admitts my complex journey with the topic of monogamy and how deeply ingrained the cultural myth is for many of us. I'm much happier and healthier when I admit perfection doesn't exist and find the joy I can as I stumble along open to the vast possibilities. I love sex. I love it with trusted fuck buddies and strangers alike. Any thought of me committing to monogamy is well in my past.

I love the feel of a cock in my ass and once a top is in my ass he owns the hole and can stay in as long as he wants. Even after a top cums I love for him to leave his cock in me until it comes out by itself.

I just got fucked by a 6'5 married muscle bull with a firm beer belly and girthy 6" cock. This specific guy fucked me once before about 3 months ago, but I only rode him until he came in 5 minutes. Today's though he walked in and slams me against the wall kissing me hard while undoing our clothes. I was fully naked before him and he was on his knees taking my dick down his throat. Then I did the same before pushing him on my bed and climbing ontop of him sitting right down on that throbbing cock. This time I rode him for at least 5 minutes before he pushed me on my back and ploughed me for another 10 minutes and then he flipped me on all 4s and continued his assault for another 10 minutes before roaring as he came inside me without warning. I'm sitting here feeling my cummy hole and the bliss of feeling stretched out. But to pose the question, why do married men fuck the best? I mean I've been fucked by a good few dicks, but the married ones are always the best.

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

It's been a while, but this was a hot encounter. Almost 20 years ago, I was on vacation with my boyfriend in Goa, India. One day we took a trip to a nearby town where we decided to have a traditional massage. We both got massages from young Indian men. We were both in the same room with only a cloth screen between us. My masseur massaged me a lot between my legs and my anus with his oiled fingers. Finally he climbed on top of me and shoved his hard cock in my ass. He went balls deep with one thrust. After a while of fucking, he released his sperm into me. I kept focusing on being quiet so my boyfriend wouldn't hear what was going on, so I only realized at the end that he hadn't used a condom and he was seeding me. This was not the only sexual encounter on that trip to India. I think Indian men liked a European young man with light skin and blond hair.

I hate spit, love cum ,love swallowing it, taking it in my ass, having it shot on me for everyone to see , I hate even the sound of someone spitting

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.

I love when they keep it in after cumming.

Is Jake wondering what Tyler meant by "dirty load"? I hope Tyler explains that to him 🙂

My first Tina experience was similar. Met an older gentleman with a fat cock, a strong drive and plenty of T. We had so many forms of sex and love making during our 11 hour meeting. I was on my back, legs in the air, stroking his balls and coaxing him to breed me. And after each load I gladly cleaned his cock. There was something so intimate about letting him flood me and then tasting my ass juice and his cum. After his last load he had me squat over his face and he rimmed me so incredibly for about 30 mins or so it felt. And then we finally shared a tongue deep kiss. Ever since this day my ass “feels” empty. Like I always want to be loaded and stretched. I’m now at the point where I prefer sex with POZ men because I find them to be oversexed and they allow me to be a cum craving breeding bottom pig. Only a matter of time before I am gifted, but fuck it. I want dick and lots of it.

I need to show this to my BF to stipulate what I meant when I said he should sleep around

I love fucking a cheating slut. I also love cheating

Chapter 31: My Old Roomie Sadly my old roomie couldn't join us the first day, but made it for the party. My old roomie still had no idea that i was poz, or even had an interest in becoming poz. He was somewhat shocked when Santa told everyone the nature of the party, yet he stayed. Santa summoned my old roomie to his chair, and instructed him to turn around and show him what he had to offer Santa. Santa then lubed up his fingers and shoved 2 up his eagerly awaiting ass. He finger fucked him for a bit, knowing that his hole was quite tight. Santa then asked him what he wanted for Christmas and he said for Santa to cum up his chimney. Santa told him that he heard he's been a very naughty boy this year, but he would still breed him, but that as he now knows its a very special load. He told him that if he was still interested in it to jump on Santa's lap and ride his cock. He eagerly got on Santa's lap, and sat on Santa's cock, easing it slowly in. Once he was about half in, Santa grabbed him by the shoulders forcing him all the way down on his cock. Once all the way in, he just sat there for a moment getting use to dads length and girth. As Santa was breeding him, he told my old roomie that he had already pumped my ass with his toxic load, and that he knew we were close friends and happy that he decided ti take his charged load also.

Went once this summer just gone on hot sunny day. Spent the day there..not overnight camping. Stripped off and wandered about. Got a few fucks and a couple of loads. Lovely fuck in sling on old bus by very sexy top with lovely cock with PA Made me cum bucketloads as he fucked my hole.

You have woven a tale that is full of sex and history. I'm amazed at your knowledge of events and how you've made such pivital happenings in world hisory uniquely critical to the characters. This should be a book, movie. Well done!

A local guy hit me up for a quick one, and of course that's what I'm for. Safe only he said but I still went round. No talk of names, status, anything, and when he slid inside me I noticed his talk of 'safe' was just that, talk. Fucked me quick and hard and when he was close he actually asked me if he could cum in my ass. I begged for it. My latest album pic was the result.

If a bottom insists on a condom, I simply refuse to fuck. I can honestly say all bottoms eventually open their hole for raw daddy dick, they can’t help themselves as they feel a raw lubed cock rubbing on their arse. 😈

Started late in life but when i started to smoke tina sex was so intense and the 1st time to get fuck while blowing clouds was amazing. When I did my 1st slam sex was so mind altering and to find my fingers immediately in my hole stretching for a cock was amazing I felt my hole twitch! When i got my 1st cock in after the slam i gelt every bit of his cock and all I wanted was to get fucked for hours and hours hard. Im definitely a proud slam whore.

Days Inn in ATL. It was a door open/face down/ ass up type of arrangement, 3 regulars (the kind where we know each other's phone numbers for a "you free RN?" text, but not names and no mutual friends. All poz, black, very well hung. 1 has been dropping a weekly load in me for 10 years. 2 just walked in as someone else was walking out... no idea who they were... probably just sitting in the parking lot watching to see who had men in and out... that hotel is a known cumdump spot. The rest were from Grindr/BBRTS/sniffies, a4a 2 came back for a repeat

Little did I imagine when I agreed to due a favor for a former girlfriend a few months ago that it would lead me to my first wild experience in man-to-man sex, bareback. Debra and I had dated for a while in college and ended up in the Bay Area afterwards where we were both in graduate school. We were still friends, so she asked me to help her on a school project. As part of her training to be a sex therapist, she needed to learn about gay men and their social life. She wanted to visited a gay leather bar, but the place would not admit a woman unless she were with a male patron. She asked me to be her escort. I knew of my own strong sexual interest in men, of course, but I had never acted upon these feelings or told her about it. Sometimes, though, women have a sixth sense about us. Debra knew more about me than she let on. When I showed up at her place, she told me she’d dress me for the leather scene. The next thing I knew I was wearing a black leather vest, studded leather wrist bands, tight leather shorts with a removable crotch piece that extended around to my ass, and leather work boots. “My, you look like a fag,” she remarked, in a matter-of-fact tone. The words stung a bit (I certainly wasn’t comfortable with the label then) and I reddened. Then I looked in the mirror I saw a gay man ready to cruise looking back at me. It felt weird – odd, yes, but also very erotic. I got an erection on the spot that I had a hard time concealing in my very tight shorts. She drove us in her car to the bar. Several men standing outside noticed me and whistled and made lewd remarks. Again I felt embarrassed but turned on. No man had ever made sexual suggestions to me and their comments made me aware of myself, or at least the parts of me they seemed to admire – my tight little ass, my slim build, my thick, pouting lips. Once we were inside, Debra turned to me and said with a smirk, “You’re going to be very popular in here tonight, sweetie. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And then she pulled out her notebook and pen and excused herself to do some interviews with the leather-clad gentlemen around the bar. I bought myself a beer and began to look around. Immediately I realized that I had never seen so many gorgeous men before. Most were attired in revealing leather vests, pants, and even a few thongs, and many wore various kinds of harnesses. Some were magnificent, muscular physical specimens; others were hairy and heavyset. There were also a few who looked more like me: smaller and slimmer, short hair and neatly trimmed beards. I took a deep breath and decided to enjoy the sights and fantasize about a couple of the hunks who caught my eye. While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt someone come up from behind. Before I could turn around, a hand caressed my ass and another was wrapped around my chest. A man pressed against me from behind. I tensed up, near panic, and looked around for Debra, but she was across the room. The stranger behind me licked my ear and whispered, “Hello. What have we here: a pretty little chicken, a cherry ripe for picking. I want your ass tonight, sweet thing, and I mean to have it.” I tried half-heartedly to squirm away, but his forearm, beautiful and muscular, barred my escape. “I’m here with that woman,” I replied, pointing to Debra. “She needed a guy to get her in. She’s just doing some interviews.” My captor was not impressed. “I saw who you came with, but she ain’t who you’ll be leaving with. No, boy, you and I both know you WANT to be here. You’re a bottom man, a little butt boy, and I’m gonna teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a top before this night is out.” With that he let go and stepped away. I turned around to get a look at him as he walked around the bar. From behind he was built like a Greek god -- six feet tall, rock-solid muscles, a handsome tatoo on his chest and others around each bicep, dirty blond hair under a cowboy hat. He wore work boots, leather pants, and a harness. Studded leather bands adorned his well-defined biceps and thick wrists. Then he turned toward me and I saw that his face was as beautiful as the rest of him. His eyes were grey and he had a sexy stubble of beard. Our eyes met for a moment and I involuntarily ran my hand thru my hair, a flirting gesture I had seen many women perform. Then I tried my best to ignore him and my surging heat and desire to have him take me in any way he wanted. I looked away and checked out the other patrons. But every few minutes he’d pass by me, rest his hand on my butt, and even kiss my neck. Soon I stopped protesting. I realized I had to get out of the place soon or I’d be at his mercy and begging him to do whatever he wanted. Debra was nowhere to be seen, so I decided not to wait for her. I paid for my drink and headed for the door. My gorgeous admirer stood between me and the exit, a half-smile/sneer on his face, staring at me. I dropped my eyes but I was turned on by his gaze and felt like teasing him, too. Walking with one foot directly in front of the other, I wiggled my hips a bit. As I tried to pass him, he grabbed me. Before I knew it, he had pressed me back against the wall, my arms pinned behind me, his body pressed close to mine. I could smell the intoxicating aroma of his leather garb. His thigh found its way between my legs and my cock stiffened even more. I was overwhelmed by his strength and manliness, his steely grey eyes just inches from mine. “What’s your hurry, pretty boy,” he snarled. “You’ve been teasing me with your little ass all night, and now I want it.” “Let me go,” I protested weakly. “I’m not even gay.” “Then why are you still here?” he grunted. And then his mouth met mine. I tried to squirm away, to keep my lips closed, but I was helpless in his grasp. My inner desires, now bursting to the surface, took over. I stopped resisting his kiss and opened my mouth in surrender. His tongue entered, the most intense, deepest kiss I’ve ever experienced, one I never wanted to end. I sighed in pleasure and relief. With that he released his grip on my hands and embraced me. I made no effort o push him away – no, instead my hands began to explore his body, trace the incredible muscles on his bare arms. As we kissed I sensed someone watching. I broke our deep lip-lock for a moment and turned to catch Debra staring intently at us, with a knowing look. She winked at me and smiled. I said to her, “I think I’ve found what I need here.” She replied, “The two of you look so sexy together. Do you mind if I watch what happens next?” A shiver of excitement went down my spine. My new Adonis led me by the hand through a door in the back of the bar and down some dimly lit stairs, Debra trailing behind. We had to squeeze past men making out; one cute guy was down on his knees happily sucking the cock of an older teddy-bear type. I realized I did not even know my companion’s name, so I asked him. “In here they call me Drummer,” he replied. “And we’ll call you Sweet Lips, because you have such a pretty mouth.” We continued through a corridor with many small rooms. Some of the doors were closed, but through the open ones I saw male couples or groups engaged in all manner of hot man-to-man sex. I licked my lips and trembled with anticipation. Finally, Drummer found an empty chamber. Inside, under a bare light bulb, I saw a mattress covered with cum stains and a few pillows, the walls fully mirrored. Maybe not the most romantic spot to be deflowered, but I was too turned on by the whole experience to care. Drummer wasted no time. He kissed me fiercely, then pulled back and gazed down at me. “On your knees, Sweet Lips. Let’s see what that mouth is good for.” I kneeled before Drummer. I rubbed my face around his crotch, inhaling again the delicious scent of leather and sweat. With my tongue I traced the outline of his dick and his balls, then I started lapping. I felt Drummer fumbling with something and suddenly a leather band went around my neck. He ordered me to look in the mirror. I wore a studded black dog collar; he held my leash. I had never seen anything so sexy in my life. “Thank you,” I murmured. He yanked the chain up so our eyes met. “Say ‘Sir’ when you speak to me, Sweet Lips.” “Thank you, sir,” I replied, happy to submit, and I dropped my eyes. I resumed licking his crotch and was rewarded as the growing bulge showed his cock hardening. From somewhere within me a moan arose, my lust overwhelming all self-restraint even though Debra was right there. “Please, sir, let me taste your cock,” I heard my voice begging. Drummer grunted his approval and I pulled down his zipper. My reward was a beautiful piece of manmeat – his tool was a good deal longer and thicker than my own five inches, and it curved up. The mushroom head glistened with his pre-cum. I grasped his cock and stared at it for a moment, finally savoring the sensation of a handful of hard male flesh that I had dreamed about for so long. Then I started to pump Drummer’s cock and brought it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth across the tip, reveling in my first taste of jism. Right away I knew I was hooked for life. It was delicious! I took more of Drummer into my mouth and heard him grunt his approval. His rough hands on the back of my head forced me to swallow more of his manhood, until he hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. “Breathe and relax, boy,” he commanded me. I nodded and followed his directions. I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but he seemed quite satisfied with my first effort. Sometimes I bobbed up and down on his dick; then I’d stop and he’d fuck my willing mouth. From his moans and quickening thrusts I realized it wouldn’t be long before I was rewarded with my first load of warm, creamy spunk. Drummer’s body tensed, his head went back, and then his dick pulsed in my mouth and spurts of man-cream flooded my throat as I heard him roar his pleasure. I gulped eagerly, trying not to lose a drop, but a little seeped from the corner of my mouth. Then he eased his softening shaft from my mouth and rubbed it around my face, a trail of cum anointing me into the world of cocksuckers. “Congratulations,” Debra said softly. “You did that like a natural.” Drummer pulled me to my feet by the leash and kissed me deeply, his cum and our saliva mixing. Then he directed me to strip and kneel on all fours on the mattress. As I obeyed, he removed his leather pants, so he was just wearing his harness, studded bands, and boots. Drummer knelt behind me. Then he smacked my bare butt, hard, and I yelped in pain and surprise. Quickly, though, I realized my mistake. “Thank you, sir,” I gasped. He spanked me again. My cock had gotten even harder. Then I felt his tongue on my behind and in my crack. He found my butthole and gave me my first rimming. The sensation of his tongue, as it penetrated my shit chute, was electric, and it sent hot flashes directly to my rigid dick. After a few minutes of this intense pleasure, Drummer paused for some lube. He greased up a finger and inserted it in my waiting ass. I took him easily. A second thick finger soon followed, and by then I was groaning with pleasure and dying to be fucked. “You want it, Sweet Lips?” Drummer sneered, mocking me. “You want my big cock in your cherry ass? Just like I told you when you first got here.” I looked behind me and saw that he was erect again. Debra said to him, “Maybe you should use a rubber.” Drummer just laughed. “Not in here, sister. This place is bareback only. Isn’t that what you want. Sweet Lips?” Now I begged for it. “Yes, sir. Please, sir. I need your cock, I need it so bad – like I’ve never needed anything.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these things, not with Debra still standing there. I didn’t care about the risks. For me at that moment nothing in the world mattered but to feel Drummer’s raw meat inside me. He kneeled behind me, spread my ass cheeks with his strong hands, and pressed the head of his dick against my butthole. I felt the pressure of the slick mushroom-shaped knob and winced at the burning sensation. “You can do this, boy,” Drummer coaxed. “Relax and push back on me.” “Yes, sir, I’ll try.” He pushed harder and I felt a stab of pain. Despite my lust I tried to pull away. “Ow, no, it hurts too much. You’re just too big.” Drummer slapped my ass, hard, and yanked on my dog collar to remind me of my position. “There’s no turning back, Sweet Lips, if you want to be my bottom boy.” He instructed me to breathe deeply and push back. His greased hand went under me and began to stroke my stiff dick. Suddenly, with an odd rippling sensation and soft sound, his dickhead surged passed my sphincter and into my back passage. “Oh, God, yes, yes,” I groaned, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced, radiating out from my ass so that my whole body trembled. For the first time I really knew what it meant to “take it like a man”! Drummer went deeper and deeper until I felt his coarse cock hairs brush my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and I turned my head to tongue kiss him over my shoulder, sealing our moment of intimacy forever. “Thank you, sir, thank you for taking my cherry,” I murmured between kisses. Drummer pulled out slowly, leaving just the head of his shaft inside me, then pushed in again. He repeated his strokes, sometimes faster or slower, and each thrust sent a different kind of wave thru my boi-pussy. I had never dreamed that a cock could create so many erotic thrills as it penetrated another human being. He pressed a thick finger against my lips and I sucked it hotly, fantasizing it was another cock. Debra came over to me and rested her hand on mine. I smiled at her and said, “He’s fucking me, Debra, he’s really fucking me. It’s incredible. Why did I wait so long? This is the manliest thing I’ve ever done.” She gave me a little peck on the cheek. “I understand. You belong here now.” She told me she was leaving and to have fun – as if I needed the advice! When she had gone, Drummer pulled my leash to lift my head and whispered in my ear, “No more women for you, boy, right?” “Yes, sir,” I eagerly replied, knowing I had crossed the line into male sex for good. He sneered in triumph, “You’re a bottom man who’ll take any cock up his ass. You’re a faggot, and you love it.” Now when I heard him use that word it made me feel warm and excited, and I rejoiced in my new, true identity. Drummer reached beneath me and began to stroke my cock in time to his thrusts. His hand was coated with lube and felt so smooth as he jerked me off. Before long, all the sensations – Drummer’s thick dick plowing my butthole, his coarse beard stubble rubbing against my shoulder, my glimpses of our fucking in the mirrors, his tongue probing mine, and his hand pumping my cock – sent me over the edge, bucking into a mind-blowing orgasm way beyond any sexual peak I had ever experienced. I heard a voice crying, “Fuck me, sir, yes, fuck me, oh, I’m cumming, yes, YES!” and realized it was my own. Drummer gripped me tightly, buried to the hilt, as my ass convulsed around his dick. My arms collapsed, and my face rested on my leather wrist bands. “What a ride,” he chuckled as I lay motionless and exhausted. “Thank you, sir,” I replied. Though I was spent and satisfied, Drummer still had to take care of his needs. He pulled himself from me, leaving me empty for a moment, and turned me onto my back. When he rested my ankles on his shoulder, I realized I was about to be fucked like a woman. A thrill of excitement shot through me as I felt his dickhead press on my waiting fuckhole. He eased right in this time. I groaned as the sensations – the fullness, the warmth – again washed over me. I loved being able to play with his rock-hard stomach and his perfectly formed chest, to run my small hands over his thick wrists, my fingers tracing the metal studs on his wrist bands, and up his arms. I pinched his nipples and smiled at the reaction I provoked, for Drummer began to long-stroke my ass. Enjoying the new pleasure of letting my partner control the pace of our fucking, I clenched my ass muscles when he was deep inside. I felt like a slut and I started to talk like one. “Use my ass, sir. It’s your boi-pussy. Fuck me all night, sir, never stop fucking it. Seed me deep. It feels so good. More, sir, give me more.” His thrusts became faster, more urgent, more needy, until I felt one final great surge that I thought would split me apart. Pressing my legs down against my chest, Drummer kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my throat. I imagined the jets of his hot cum shooting deep inside me, the pulses slowly receding. Drummer went on kissing me for a while. I figured we were done, but he surprised me. “You were so good, Sweet Lips, now I’m going to introduce you to some of the other real men here. You’ll service them next.” I meekly agreed. Truth is, I was still so horny, I needed more. Drummer hooked my leash to a nail and left me naked on my knees. Although a couple of cute guys looked in, the leash told them I was someone’s property and they left me alone. Two minutes later Drummer came back with two men. One was a gorgeous surfer blonde who wore work boots and a studded leather ring around his cock and balls, the other a bearded, older man with a round belly, powerful arms and thighs, a leather harness, and a very thick dick. Drummer introduced them: the blonde was “Beach King,” the bearded gentleman was simply “Daddy,” which seemed apt. Daddy took my leash and order me to lie on my back on the mattress. Without any preliminaries, he proceeded to straddle my chest and grip my head with his strong hands. “I hear you’ve developed a taste for cocksucking, Sweet Lips,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Then he shoved his half-hard cock between my waiting lips. I opened wide to pleasure him. He thrust his manmeat deep into my throat, nearly gagging me. As I sucked furiously, his dick became stiff and oozed salty pre-cum on my tongue. I was able to run my hands along the backs of his large, muscular thighs, an incredible turn-on. Meanwhile, Beach King lifted my legs, pressing them against Daddy’s back, and probed my shit chute with one finger and then another. It was a strange sensation: pinned under Daddy, I couldn’t resist even if I had wanted to (and I sure didn’t want to object, as great as those fingers felt). I couldn’t even see my next anal lover. Then I felt the bulb of Beach King’s cockhead pressing against my sphincter and heard him grunt as he entered me. He slipped in easily, deeply, for my back passage was now used to man love. I could feel his cock ring with its studs rubbing against my ass cheeks with each inward thrust. Moans of ecstasy escaped my throat, muffled by Daddy’s cock. I was dimly aware that Drummer had come over to the mattress. His feet planted on either side of my head, he stood over me and offered his cock to Daddy, who swallowed it eagerly. My own dick was rock hard again from the friction of Beach King against my prostate. The room was alive with the sound of rutting men in heat and my almost-girlish moans; the smell of leather and sweat mixed with the funky aroma of my ass as Beach King plowed me for all I was worth. For me, who before this night had never had sex with more than one woman at a time, the entire scene was from somewhere beyond my wildest fantasies. Beach King came first, giving me what I wanted most, a throbbing dick shooting wads of jism into me. Drummer followed, filling Daddy’s mouth with warm cum, some of it dribbling down into his beard. Daddy pulled himself from my mouth and ordered me to stand up. When I moved too slowly on my trembling legs, he turned me around and spanked me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I promptly answered, now well-schooled to the discipline I deserved. He led me off the mattress toward a mirrored wall and ordered me to stand with my legs apart, arms braced on the rail in front of the mirror. While he pumped his cock a few times, I looked at myself in the mirror, cum on my face and hair, and saw a stranger gazing back, eyes glazed over with lust, a creature devoted to carnal pleasure. Yet I knew this was the real me, and I smiled. Encouraged by Drummer and Beach King, who stood next to us with their arms around each other, Daddy stood behind me and prepared to give my willing ass the love I craved. The large bulb of his dickhead pushed against my anus. Though I had taken Drummer and Beach King, neither small, I hadn’t experienced anything the size of Daddy’s piece. “Oh, it’s really big, sir,” I winced. “I don’t think I’m ready for it.” I should have learned by now that leather tops do not take no for an answer. Three sharp whacks on my backside brought tears to my eyes. “What did you say, faggot” Daddy barked, and yanked on my leash. I apologized and begged him to give me the fucking I needed. He pressed his thick tool against my anus while pumping my dick. Once more I felt, almost heard, the odd rippling sensation as my back passage stretched to accommodate the enormous intruder. I gasped when the head eased past my sphincter and heard Daddy mumble, “Good boy, Sweet Lips, take it in slowly.” Though Debra had left, I imagined her staring at me again, shocked at what she had caught me doing. Somehow that thought made me relax to take Daddy in. He eased in very carefully, pausing often to let me adjust. “God, he’s a tight one,” Daddy boasted to the other men. It thrilled me to accept the challenge of being fucked by Daddy while these beautiful, macho men looked on. I gave voice to my delight. “Ohhh, Daddy, you’re incredible. I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I want all of you, sir, please.” In a few minutes, I felt the hairs of his crotch scratch my ass cheeks – he had buried all of himself inside me! Daddy began to plunge in and out. He went slowly for a few strokes, then rapidly, then slowly, concentrating on his own pleasure. I felt like the well-used fuck slut I had become, and that thought excited me. Nothing mattered to me but pleasing Daddy. Sometimes he’d pause when he was deep within me and rest his enormous bulk on my back, his warm, round belly pressed against me. Then he leaned back and said, “Get to work, fag, and show me how you can use that little butthole.” As he held still, I began to bounce forward and back on his shaft, grunting each time he penetrated me to the core. Drummer and Beach King coaxed me, praising me for being such a terrific boy-whore. I reached beneath me to fondle Daddy’s heavy balls. That seemed to send him over the top. He pushed me forward, my face just inches from the mirror. Daddy thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping loudly against my thighs, and finally gave one last lunge that felt like it would come right through me and out my throat. The heavy pulsing of his cock, the shuddering of his body, and his heavy sigh told me that I had brought my third manlover of the evening to orgasm in my ass. When Daddy slid himself from me, my clenching ass muscles were reluctant to let go. I felt satisfied but empty, and I knew that the void would have to be filled again soon. Each of my top men kissed me tenderly. A look at the clock told me it was past two in the morning – I had been sucking and fucking for more than three hours. As I pulled my leather pants on, I thanked them for the best night of my life. Drummer told me he expected me back again the next night to continue my education. “What more is there to learn, sir?” I asked innocently. “Tomorrow,” he replied, “I put you in the sling and you learn to take my fist.” As he held up his clenched hand to my face, my eyes widened in fear and lust, but I knew my place. “Sir, I’ll come back tomorrow night.” And so I did.

Part 7 Stu: My texts started to get more frequent with Danny. He was really horny after he got over the flu and had checked out most the haunts I told him about. Some were gone but a few new ones had taken their place. He didn't want to try any of the outdoor cruising spots I used to love to go to, but he seemed to be having great luck with app and website hookups. The only thing he complained about was that he was unable to find a top to fuck him, so my dick had been the only one he'd taken. When I told him that a few of my friends and I had gotten tickets for a home football game in a couple weeks, Danny got really excited. I told him to keep the weekend free since I'd gotten a ticket for him too and was planning on him spending the weekend with us. My friends were almost as excited to finally get their dicks in Danny, whether he was poz or neg. Ben lasted longer than I expected. The flu hit him just over a month after my first fuck with him. He was bedridden for a week and I had to tap a few of the locals to fill in. Unfortunately, by the time he was healthy, our trip down to State for the football game was coming up. I almost brought him along as a fuck toy, but I wanted the attention to be on Danny. We showed up on Friday night and had two adjoining rooms for myself and four friends. Gio and I took one room and Steve, Tomas and Javier took the other. All of us had gone to State together and we met in the old bathhouse there. We were all versatile, unmedicated poz guys. While we may have all graduated from State still negative, it wasn't for our lack of trying. We all caught the bug after we graduated and moved back to the city. A few guys at our favorite bathhouse in the city had christened us the "Viral Posse" and we left long list of freshly infected guys in our wake. Once we checked into the hotel, I texted Danny the room number and he was there in just over thirty minutes. He looked better than I remembered and the subtle changes he'd made definitely improved his look. The pair of chunky, black round earrings looked good and were a lot nicer than the small diamond studs I expected. The longer hair gave him an edgier appearance. It was the clothes that put it all together. The tee fit tight and the low cut jeans accented his bulge and ass. Of course, his clothes didn't stay on very long. None of our clothes stayed on very long. Danny left his jockstrap on, I think to show that his cock was off limits and he wanted dick in his ass to make up not getting fucked since he left home. Cock went into his mouth first and for the next half hour he was on his knees, taking turns on five very stiff cocks. The next few hours had him stuffed at both ends by a rotating pair of guys. "You popped him this summer?" Gio asked and I nodded back. "He's a natural cumdump then. He's been takin dick for over two hours and he is still workin his ass to get more dick and cum" Gio added. "Yeah, he's an eager slut but I think most of it is pent up desire to get fucked. He's just been topping since he got down here. As quickly as he picked up bottoming, I bet he's a great top too. Hopefully he's already knocked up a few" I replied quietly. "If you didn't tag him before, he'll have a bug or three after this weekend. We've already dumped five loads in him and it isn't even 10pm." -- Danny: My roommate Tony commented about how excited I was. He got excited too when he found out he would have the room to himself until Sunday afternoon. Ever since Tony outed himself we would give each other a couple hours to fool around with other guys, but never a day and a half. He helped me find some more flattering clothes to wear even though I knew I'd be naked most of the time Stu and I were in the hotel room. "Gotta make a good first impression" he said. I swapped out the silver hoop earrings I usually wore for some black dumbbell ones. I guessed that Tony's ass would be as sore as mine after his new boyfriend got done with him. I packed a bag with only a few things - shorts and tee for the game, a spare tee, toothbrush, condoms and lube. Stu had shown up with four of his friends who had seen the pictures we'd taken during the summer. As I expected, I was naked within ten minutes of getting through the door. Well, almost naked - I didn't have time to take my jockstrap off before getting pushed to my knees. I had a cock in my mouth seconds after that. I'd sucked some cock at the adult book store, but never more than one at a time. Now I had five hard cocks in front of me. I'd suck a guy until someone would yank on my hair and pull me to the next cock. I really liked being used like this and each of the cocks was different. One was so thick that I had trouble opening my mouth wide enough without scraping my teeth on the cock. That guy must have been used to it since he fucked my face and ignored any time my teeth caught on the taut skin. Stu was the one that tugged me over to the bed pushed his cock in me. I was happy that I'd put some lube in before I got there since he didn't rim me at all. He just spit on my hole and shoved in. I wasn't really ready and it hurt at first, but after five minutes it was just like all those other times he'd fucked me. One of his friends started to feed me his cock and I ended up with a cock in each end. My mind was overloaded with all of the sensations but I enjoyed every second. Stu slammed in and I felt his cock throb and I knew I'd taken his cum yet again. The guy plowing my face, pulled out and took Stu's spot. He slid into my cum filled hole easily and then another cock pushed into my mouth. I panicked a little as soon as the second guy started to fuck me. While I trusted Stu, I had never met his friends before and expected them to use a condom. I remembered one of the guys I fucked talking about a treatment to prevent one of the STIs, but I had never gone to the clinic to start it. One by one each of the guys would fuck my mouth and then fuck my ass. If Stu hadn't been there I would have been scared to do something like this, but it felt good and I knew he wouldn't let anyone get too crazy. I also didn't want to disappoint Stu. When the last guy pulled his cock out of my ass, I was pretty tired, sore and leaking a mix of five different guys' cum. I collapsed on the bed for a few minutes while everyone stood around talking. I heard a few of the guys laugh and then Stu pushed a plug into my aching hole, just like he did back home. I rolled over and sat up and someone handed me a beer. We sat around talking and drinking a while and I looked over all of the guys. Every one of them had some tattoos, two had the same scorpion that Stu had painted on the wall in his basement playroom and one had a biohazard symbol, like I'd seen in some of the science labs at school. Javier had the strangest tattoos. One side had a religious theme with images of a cross, a rosary, and Jesus while the other side had a grim reaper, a scythe, skulls and snakes. I kind of liked the scorpion one since it was simple and I thought I might be able to use the rest of Stu's gift certificate to get one like it. One of the other guys took my spot on the bed and said "Can't let Stu's pup have all the fun." I didn't understand the pup reference, but I figured it was some gay thing I hadn't learned yet. -- Stu: Once we finished up with one round of breeding Danny, we relaxed a bit, killing off a twelve pack plus a few more. I saw Danny looking around at each of my friends. He was quiet and I was worried that we'd taken him way past his limit. At least he didn't bolt for the door as soon as I'd stuffed a plug in his ass. Once everyone had recovered from the earlier fuck-a-thon, Tomas climbed on the bed and was the bottom for our next round. Danny looked really hot fucking Tomas and my earlier thoughts about his topping abilities turned out to be true. Being the only one that hadn't cum earlier, he lasted the longest and dumped the biggest load. We took another break and about three in the morning the three other guys went to their room to crash and Danny, Gio and I passed out in mine. Gio made up some stupid story about winning the coin toss, so Danny got to sleep with him that night and I'd get him the next night. Danny bought the story and I'm sure spent most of the night with a thick cock replacing the plug and leaking a bug or three into him. I woke in the morning to the sound of Danny sucking Gio off. He was on his knees, bobbing on the shaft and in the perfect position to spit roast. By the time I moved from my bed to the other, my cock was hard as rock and leaking pre. I climbed behind him and spread his butt apart. The ring looked bruised but that wasn't going to stop me. I spit on it and brought my cock to the hole. He groaned loudly when I pushed in, making Gio grin and move his hands to the back of Danny's head. The hole felt pretty dry and I figured that all of our DNA was now absorbed into his body. It didn't take long before I was drilling him and as hard as he was sucking Gio, his ass was working my cock. I was surprised at how quickly Danny had picked up being a multitasking bottom and keeping the guys at both ends happy. A few minutes later the guys from the other room came in to watch. They were all stroking while I drilled and Gio started to face fuck Danny. My balls were aching which made me pound harder until a few minutes later I was dumping another load into Danny's greedy cunt. My body was still trembling and I was panting when Javier pushed me away. He stuffed his cock into the freshly bred hole and started at level 8 on his way to 11. Danny was grunting with each thrust until Gio's cock plowed into his throat. Javier was muttering things in a mixture of English and Spanish. From what Spanish I knew, the English phrases were less crude than the Spanish ones. "Puta toxico" seemed to be his favorite and he said it numerous times until he slammed in and pumped another virus filled load into Danny's guts. Tomas was next and he fucked a lot slower than Javier. Each thrust was hard, generating a loud thud as his body slammed into Danny's ass. I watched closely and Danny got Gio's cock fully stuffed into his throat on one thrust while Gio held him there until the next thrust from Tomas. Then he'd let him up and start all over. I looked at my watch and realized we didn't have a lot of time left. I tapped at my watch and Steve understood immediately. Steve glanced back and forth before pushing Javier over the side of the bed and jamming his cock in. I guessed that there was already a load or two inside since Javier just moaned while Steve pumped his cock in and out. They were two very different fucks, Steve drilling at a quick pace and Tomas still slow and hard. Tomas was the first to cum, shortly followed by Gio and then Steve. As the guys slowly pulled away from each other I was curious to see Danny's expression. The grin on his face told it all but just to confirm he said "Fuck! That was so hot. I thought I was in a porn flick!" I'd watched Steve video a part of it and knew from experience that it wouldn't take long for him to post it, so Danny's comment was spot on. The other guys headed to their room to shower and get ready for the game and I spied Danny stuffing the plug back into his ass. -- Danny: I woke up to Gio pushing his cock back into my hole. It had slipped out sometime during the night and the cum must have leaked out since my hole was now empty. I rolled over before moving between his legs and sucking his cock. I was going to just get it covered in spit and then ride him but Stu woke up and quickly had his cock in my sore hole. It was hot having Stu fucking me again, but I really liked feeling each of the other two guys who took turns on my ass that morning. Each one felt different and each guy fucked differently too. My ass was really sore, but there was no way I was going to ask them to stop. I spent the whole time with Gio's cock in my mouth while the other guys took turns fucking me. While Stu fucked me like he used to do, the next two guys were much harder. One just pounded me until he came. Each time he pushed in, Gio's cock stabbed into my throat. At first I gagged a bit, but once I realized it was only going to be in a half second, I would just let it squeeze in. Gio's bush was tickling my nose and at one point I laughed a bit. The guy that fucked me after Stu was really verbal while he fucked. It was a mixture of English and Spanish, I think. He told me that I was a pig, a slut and a cumdump but also that I had a great pussy and he loved fucking my ass. I have no idea what he said in Spanish, but I guessed it was the same since one word I'd heard before and thought it meant slut. It kind of prepared me for the next guy. He fucked much slower, but that made Gio's cock stay in my throat longer too. I couldn't believe how long I was able to stay down. Initially, Gio was holding my head down but when he saw that I was staying down on my own he let up. His precum had a weird taste, but I was learning that each guy tasted different. When the third guy came inside me I shot my own load on to the bed. A few seconds later, Gio started cumming and I tried to swallow as fast as I could. I heard a pair of moans to my right and realized that there were two guys fucking there too. The whole scene reminded me of some of the porn flicks I'd seen. My taste in porn had changed so much since those first days after Stu had suggested I watch some to see what I liked. Most of the ones I watched now were what was called bareback. I had no clue why, but they turned me on since there was never a condom on any of the guys. The ones I liked most were where they shot their cum inside the bottom too. I knew that I liked the feeling of cum inside my ass. Last night I found out that I liked cumming inside a guy when I too was filled with a few loads. We showered and headed over to the stadium for a little tailgating before the game. I had never done it before and it was a lot of fun. Since the weather was good, most guys were shirtless and some even had painted their chests the school colors. Stu's friends were a lot of fun and we were joking around. All of us were just in cargo shorts and either sneakers or sandals. I saw a couple guys move between the cars and open the doors. One guy, Tomas I think his name was, motioned for me to come over. I had no idea what they wanted, but as soon as I got over there I found myself on my knees. They had even put a towel down on the ground for me to kneel on. The open car doors shielded us from people seeing what we were doing, but I was still nervous. Two cocks were poking out of their unzipped shorts. It was clear what they wanted but I thought it was too risky. The three beers I had already drunk gave me enough confidence to stay and blow these guys. A hand pulled me to one cock and I started to suck. Not wanting to get caught, I sucked quickly and it didn't take long before I was rewarded with a nice load of cum in my mouth. A few minutes later I had the other guy's cum sliding down my throat and I stood up. When I got to the back of the cars, Stu was starting to put things away. "Almost game time" he said. A second later he added "Looks like you're having fun tailgating" and I blushed knowing he had seen me suck his friends. The crowd was moving down the aisles of the parking lot as the last of the coolers got put into the car. I had just finished my fourth beer when I spotted one of the guys I'd hooked up with a few times. Well, more than a few. I fucked him almost every day for couple weeks before he just disappeared. I didn't know his name, only his profile - fratboibtm. I was surprised when he stopped and said "Hi" to me. "Hey! Long time!" he said as we gave each other a bro hug. "Sorry about ghosting. I got this really bad flu and was out for over a week. Finally feelin good again so let's hookup soon" he continued. The guy gave me a wink and a smile before running to catch up with his friends. "Friend of yours?" Stu asked. "Kinda. More like a hookup. We fucked several times and then he disappeared. He told me he got a bad flu and that's why. I hope it wasn't the one I had and I gave it to him" I replied.

HORVATH AND WALTERS *********************************** Saturday night in a chilly German November meant three things: No junior grunts to herd; a buttery, smoky, woodsy bourbon, warmed and neat, of course; and the sweet taste of a fat Arturo Fuente Especiales cigar. Sergeants Horvath and Walters sat enjoying the draw of smoke on the patio of their rented off post quarters. “So what do you think of this batch? I sure as hell didn’t see last night coming. That Brickmann—“. Walters started. Horvath interrupted his buddy. “Hey! No work. Let’s just relax. I leave that shit on post.” “Fair enough.” Walters acquiesced. They enjoyed the silence for a few minutes, sipping the smooth bourbon. The Kentucky liquor made sitting out in the chilly evening pleasant, both of them lounging in sweats and a tee shirt. Horvath’s ubiquitous body hair tufted out the collar and the stretched sleeves of his tee shirt. Then Horvath spoke. “I could go for some local takeout.” Walters nodded. “What flavor?” “That kid, Jürgen. He loves my großer Schwanz, and takes it like a pro. It really sucks that most women take one look at it and refuse to do anything more than jerk me off.” The fur covered Hungarian mused. Walters chuckled. “I think you’ve got a soft spot for that kid.” Horvath answered with a snort and a puff of his cigar. The resulting cloud lingered for a while in the still night air. “He’s got a soft spot for me to put my dick. That’s as far as it goes.” Walters shrugged, not believing a word of that. The way he treated Jürgen with kindness and attention said loud and clear more was there than a straightforward fuck. “Give him a call, then. Inge got herself a boyfriend, so I’m going to need some too.” “Brother, you’re an idiot.” Horvath said, pointing the ash hanging on the end of the tobacco leaf wrapped cylinder at his friend. “She likes you. Why don’t you snatch that fräulein up? You’d have beautiful blonde green eyed babies with her.” Walters had thought about it, many times. But he was still young, hadn’t made Sergeant First Class yet, even though it would be soon, he felt. The recent Gulf War, which hadn’t really been a war because the Iraqis hardly put up a fight, meant the rank would remain full until some of those decided not to re-enlist and the Army allowed them to cycle out. Certain skill sets had to be retained in mobilization to ensure mission success and continuity. It was just bad timing in his career. At any other time, he and Horvath would have made rank already at 27 years old. There was no retirement at the low rank just above Staff Sergeant, so openings weren’t going to happen that way. He had all his points and time, his last test couldn’t have gone better and he was on the list, and of course the fitness portion was a joke for him even if the idiotic charts said his height/weight proportion put him in the ‘overweight’ column. But that was the Army, they had one measuring stick. He and Horvath just had to wait to put on their rank. He had nothing to offer Inge right now except the loneliness of a military wife and eventually taking her away from her home and family. She would have nothing in common with the other NCO wives, and being low man on the NCO totem pole didn’t get him invited to a lot of get togethers by the senior NCOs, not to mention the wives could be petty and mean, dependent upon their husbands place in the hierarchy even more than the soldiers themselves. Rank and position was a political barrier in full effect in the military, and paying your dues, putting on insignia and stripes, filling your ribbon rack was how it worked. Receiving recognition got your foot in the door. Until then, you were just another uniform in the chain. “Just bad timing, brother. You know we probably only have a year more here. If they extend us, I might make it serious with Inge.” Horvath looked at his friend. “You’re going to regret it, but it’s your life.” And he got up to use the phone inside, placing his half smoked cigar in the ashtray. He dialed Jürgen’s number, a woman answered, probably his mother. “Guten abend. Können Ich mit Jürgen zusprechen, bitte?” Horvath requested politely. “Ja, natürlich .” He heard her call to Jürgen in the background. “Hallo?” The boyish voice answered. “Hallo, Junge.” Horvath said, knowing Jürgen would know immediately who it was from his voice and being called ‘boy’. “Was machst du jetzt?” “Ich studiere für meine Universitätsprüfung, mein Herr.” Jürgen attended the University in the city a short train ride from the town next to the Army base. “Ich brauche dich.” Horvath ordered him with a growl. There was no hesitation. “Ja, mein Herr. Ich komme sofort!” The kid hung up. It wouldn’t take him 15 minutes to arrive. While they waited, they sucked down the short remainder of their cigars and bourbon, passing the time in silence. Silence with a good friend was rewarding. Horvath couldn’t stand people who had to fill the emptiness with meaningless chatter. Walters felt the same way. They soon heard the patio door open. The tall but thin blonde German eighteen year old stood naked in the doorway. He knew the drill, letting himself in and undressing fully right away, one of the things Horvath liked about the kid - he followed orders. Jürgen’s lightly furred legs were longer than his torso, sleek but proportional to his narrow hips. Above his crotch he was hairless except for his armpits, but his light blonde hair almost disappeared against his skin. The kid had a beautiful face, with a straight nose and prominent squared off clefted chin, between the two features sat a set of pouty pink lips that the hairy Sergeant loved seeing wrapped around his fat pork tenderloin. He had wide set sky blue eyes with long blonde lashes, straight wispy eyebrows, and a smooth, wide forehead. His curly blonde hair was just the right length for Horvath to get his furry paws into and grab hold of. The kid was going to break a lot of hearts. Especially with the thick uncut knackwurst and heavy balls hanging soft between his legs. “Good evening, Sirs.” The kid’s mild voice said in a slight German accent. He’d been practicing. It was one of the only situations in which Horvath or Walters would accept being called ‘Sir’. Civilians didn’t know any better, and it didn’t do any good to explain to them that Sir for an NCO bordered on being an insult. Rank was earned through hard work, sweat, and pain. Address left no room for assuming more than deserved. “Komm hier, Junge.” Horvath instructed. Jürgen immediately approached. There was no shame about nudity in the German culture, and it didn’t matter to the kid that the neighbors could see him baring all on the patio of their flat. It also wouldn’t raise any eyebrows that he was naked in the presence of two older men. It wouldn’t matter even if they all were undressed. “Mein Herr, kann Ich eine Anfrage stellen?” The timid youth asked. “Frage.” Horvath replied. “May Sir speak English with the boy?” Jürgen was looking down rather than making eye contact. Horvath chuckled. “Will Sir speak English with his boy.” He corrected. “Will Sir speak English with his boy? I must practice my English. And the American accent of Sir…Sirs.. is… geile macht?” “You think my American accent is hot? Sexy? Turns you on?” Jürgen looked up and gave a wide, bright smile that lit up his entire boyishly handsome face. “Ja! Eh, yes, Sir! Is very much sexy. Your speaking of Deutsch is very good, there is little accent in the words. My English is not good so I must learn better speaking, Sir.” His eyes darted to the ashtray and the glasses. “Would Sirs wish more?” He indicated the table. Horvath lifted and eyebrow towards Walters. His friend nodded. “Yes boy. And warm the bourbon. You may have some if you want.” “Thank you, Sir, but it is not for a boy. American whiskey is only for a man…the men? Bier… bee-err” he practiced, trying to give the right inflection and pronunciation, “that is for boys.” Horvath grinned. The kid was adorable. “There’s Heffeweissen in the fridge… refrigerator. Help yourself.” “Thank you, Sir.” The lanky blonde started to turn away, then stopped. “Help myself? What is the meaning , Sir? It is not helping to drink bee-err. It is just drinking bee-err.” “What does that mean?” Horvath corrected. “It means you have permission to serve yourself, or do whatever you need to in order to accomplish the goal. In this case, going into the refrigerator and getting yourself a beer so that you can drink it.” Jürgen smiled happily again. “I will help myself, Sir. But I will first help my Sirs.” Horvath and Walters eyed the statuesque youth’s pert fuzzy ass as he strode through the patio door. Jürgen walked proudly upright, shoulders back, in a smooth efficient stride that spoke of being comfortable with his body, athleticism and youthful strength. In just a couple years, he would be a man to be reckoned with. He returned quickly with two cigars. He took the cutter from the table and snipped just above the shoulder of the first cigar while standing next to the Sergeant. Horvath watched him, placing a hand on Jürgen’s nicely rounded ass. The kid had learned well. He let Horvath inspect the cut. Horvath nodded. Then Jürgen put the tobacco tube in his mouth and lit the end, taking quick shallow puffs until a visible ash appeared. He extended the perfectly lit cigar, burning end out, to the burly Sergeant. “Good job, boy.” Jürgen smiled proudly at the praise, and his flaccid cock swelled a bit. He did the same for Walters, moving to stand touching Walters’ shoulder with his naked hip, leaning into him with a bit of weight which was actually negligible to the well built Army man. Herr Walters liked it when he was forward and playful. After handing the other Army soldier the lit cigar, he went back inside to prepare the Woodford Reserve bourbon, which didn’t take long. He knew to heat the glass, then pour the bourbon in, which allowed the whiskey to warm gradually, releasing the deep flavors without evaporating the alcohol. He had learned so much from the two American military, not just about satisfying their needs. Although he should not be arrogant, he did feel like he was far more experienced than his friends, who were still playing children’s games, while he learned how to be a real man from Herr Horvath and Herr Walters. He already carried himself with far more confidence and masculine demeanor than his contemporaries. His parents had noticed the improvement, and encouraged his interaction with the Americans. They weren’t completely ignorant of what may be going on, but as long as the influence was positive, a young man needed to use this time to experience what the world held. One of those things was expected to be sexual exploration and experimentation. After University, Jürgen could get serious and decide which direction his life would take. He took the two warmed glasses to the Americans, along with two flat ceramic stones he’d also warmed which would continue to radiate the heat necessary to bring out the best in the whiskey. The Americans didn’t pour their whiskey down their throats like Americans in the movies. They taught him that good whiskey, or any good liquor for that matter, should be savored slowly. Getting drunk and losing control was juvenile, and real men kept their wits about them at all times. Real men sought out and enjoyed those things and behaviors that improved their lives, and avoided those that damaged them. It was called treating yourself with respect. You didn’t deserve respect from others if you didn’t first give respect to yourself. Real men also stated plainly what they wanted, and right now Jürgen wanted to play with Herr Horvath’s beautiful beast sized schwanz. “May I suck you, Sir?” He asked. Horvath leaned back, cigar in one hand, bourbon in the other and spread his legs as an answer. The young blonde wasted no time taking a drink of his beer, setting it on the table, then kneeling in front of his extra large target. From behind him he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Here Jürgen, kneel on this.” Herr Walters held out his folded tee shirt. The 18 year old may wish to serve them, but this was not a relationship of abuse and punishment. It was not ownership. It was mutually beneficial interaction, sharing pleasure, accepting responsibility for the care and treatment of someone who looked up to them, who wanted to learn from them, who trusted them not to hurt him. Inflicting deliberate pain served no purpose with a young man who thrived on praise and kindness. Their goal was to instill confidence and self authority, not dismantle his ability to function independently. Jürgen was not willful or foolish, he was very intelligent and respectfully polite. Germans, for the most part, did not teach their children to be entitled brats like so many American parents. Character mattered. Pride in who you were came from how you behaved. Although similar to how they trained soldiers at work, Jürgen did not need to be broken into subservience so that orders would be followed without question. Jürgen placed the shirt under his knees, then reached up to pull down the front of Herr Horvath’s sweat pants. He could feel the heat coming off the American’s legs, and although he wasn’t cold being a native that grew up here, the warmth felt good, even more because of who was generating it. Jürgen felt safe and cocooned between those large legs. He wished Herr Horvath was naked. His thick natural fur was beautiful. As evidenced by the lush bush that covered several centimeters of that long, thick penis. Tucking the sweatpants below the American’s hairy balls, he leaned in to nuzzle the slowly filling tube of flesh with his handsome face. Horvath set his bourbon on the still warm ceramic stone, tilted his head back and placed his cigar between his teeth, drawing a heavy pull from the burning tobacco, holding the smoke for a moment in his mouth before releasing a cloud into the air. He rested his hands in Jürgen’s soft blonde curls, just about encompassing his entire head with his man paws. He let the eager young man nudge and rub his cock. Jürgen’s cold hands moved up onto Horvath’s stomach, under his shirt to play with his furry pelt. “Just what I needed.” Horvath uttered from the side of his mouth that wasn’t gripping the cigar. He lightly massaged Jürgen’s head, playing with the loose rings of his straw colored hair. They’d taught him to take his time, savor it, enjoy it like everything else worth doing. And right now he was smelling and licking and sucking the Sergeant’s furry nuts. He was content simply being in physical contact with this fine specimen of masculinity. He made sure Herr Horvath’s furry eggs were soaked with saliva before he moved up to lick the massive shaft of his now erect and heavy cock. It was quite large, the biggest one he’d seen so far in his young life. Fully as thick around as his wrist, and almost as long as his forearm, the sheer size of it had frightened him at first. But Herr Walters had patiently taught him how to handle a man of that quality, showing him how to ease it into his throat, to ignore the urge to gag and choke which would only make it worse. It seemed like it would never fit, but the gentle words of Herr Walters after his demonstration assured him it was possible and only a matter of willpower. He licked his way up to the hooded head, sucking on the leaking foreskin, tasting the delicious flavor of his Sir’s precum. Then, grasping the base, he let his tongue play inside the loose skin, rolling it around the sensitive glans and extracting every drop of the salty fluid that had collected there. Herren Horvath and Walters were talking casually about plans for tomorrow, smoking their cigars, sipping their American whiskey, while he enjoyed himself between the man’s legs. Every so often, Herr Horvath would stroke his face gently, or play with his hair, sometimes holding the cigar between the fingers of that hand while he did so. The attention made him feel warm inside, loved, accepted. The acrid smoke of the burning leaf so close to his face only enhanced the feelings, because it now was associated with masculine, mature, strong men. He longed to taste the tobacco on Herr Horvath’s tongue, but Sir did not kiss. Herr Walters would kiss Jürgen, though. He’d learned how to become a very good kisser from Herr Walters. He pulled the foreskin back gently, exposing the light brown head, which was still pumping out drips of penile lubricant. He cupped his lips and surrounded the tip, forcing his tongue into the piss slit to lick out more. Herr Horvath had a very large hole for spritzen. Jürgen could almost get the entire tip of his tongue inside it. He noticed Herr Horvath would spurt heavier when he did that, giving him more of his manly juice. That also gave him a warm, content feeling inside, knowing that meant he was making Herr Horvath very happy. After playing all he wanted with the head, he finally opened wide to take him inside his young mouth. He did it like Herr Walters had showed him, just a couple centimeters at a time, moving like a snake swallowing its dinner. Open ahhhh, tongue, lips, saliva, open ahhhh, move down, tongue, lips, saliva, and continue until he was smelling Sir’s thick, soft bush. Jürgen loved feeling the hair brush his cheeks, nose, and eyes when he had Herr Horvath fully engulfed, that’s how deep and lush his pubic hair was. It was good that Herr Horvath’s size meant he didn’t get completely rigid and stiff, instead his Schwanz was solid but flexible, which allowed the young man to take it all. He waited there, breathing through his hose and patient, while his throat formed the slimy mucus that would make repeated movements so much easier. It would produce far more than enough. Herr Horvath always used the drooled excess. It was perfect for preparing his tight ass for fucking. He felt the first wave ascend, and he let it escape his lips with a gurgle. “Huuuurrk!” Herr Horvath never stopped what he was saying to Herr Walters while he casually reached down to take the throat slime from his pubic hair, scooping it in his fingers with one hand and reaching for Jürgen’s ass to rub it on his twitching hole, inserting a meaty finger to try to force it inside him. He pushed him further down onto his cock, even though he was already at the base, with his other hand, so he could bend over easily and reach. Jürgen never felt happier than in this moment, smothered on all sides by pieces of Horvath’s furnace heat emitting body, Jürgen’s young chest and head between his legs, face planted to the balls in his crotch, his beautiful schwanz buried all the way down his throat, Herr Horvath’s heavy torso pressing into him from above. He could fall asleep like this, it made him feel so content and safe. “Mmmmmmm” he moaned. His jaw was stretched so wide, but he didn’t care. Herr Horvath sat back again, releasing the kid’s head. Jürgen began slowly pulling off about 14 centimeters, half of the length he had swallowed, to give his throat a rest, breathe a little and begin sliding that monster in and out of his mouth. He sucked for a few strokes at this depth before taking Herr Horvath deep again. “Huuurrrk” again. More throat slime. Herr Horvath repeated his earlier motions, again forcing his cock deeper into Jürgen’s willing throat. After forcing more fluid into the young German’s ass with two fingers, he slapped his ass and leaned back again. Jürgen began to slowly move up and down on Herr Horvath’s cock, humming a nursery rhyme while moving his mouth along the length. He was on his third repetition of the rhyme when he felt Herr Horvath’s member begin to swell. The young man didn’t break his steady, slow rhythm, maintaining the same pace, and he felt the first throb that signaled Herr Horvath was depositing his seed inside him. He held himself still for a moment, tightening his jaw slightly, before descending fully on the American’s meat to take the next few spurts in his throat, then moved off until just the fat head was held in his lips to allow the last few volleys of cum to fill his mouth, stroking the long shaft to pull every drop out. The thick semen tasted so good, and Jürgen imagined he was being infused with some of the magnificent soldier’s masculinity. Herr Horvath hadn’t made a sound or indicated in any way he had shot his sweet manseed in Jürgen’s mouth and throat, not even a tensing of a single muscle or change in breathing. The act of inseminating the youth occurred as naturally and easily as scratching an itch unconsciously. As if that was Jürgen’s purpose. Do you think about the glass you pour your milk in? Do you pause to warn it that it’s going to be filled? Does your body tense up as the runny white fluid splashes into the receptacle? Of course not. That’s where nourishing milk belongs, where it needs to go to be put to use. The boy nursed the slightly softened pole for a half a minute before releasing it from his pouty red lips, which he licked, relishing the taste. He tucked the turgid member back inside Herr Horvath’s sweat pants before moving over between Herr Walters’ legs. The second American spread his legs for him, giving him access. He took a moment to smile up at Herr Walters, who smiled back and tousled Jürgen’s hair. “You’re such a good boy.” Walters praised. Then he nodded at his crotch, taking a draw from his cigar. Jürgen pulled the front of the sweat pants down, just as he had done with Herr Horvath. Walters’ dick was not as long or thick as Horvath’s, but it was still an example of peak, potent impressive size. Herr Walters was circumcised, and leaking. The biggest testicles Jürgen had ever seen hung loose below the hard shaft that rose straight up toward the sky, unlike Herr Horvath’s. Herr Horvath’s cock was so long and heavy it simply leaned like a tree tipped over in a storm, it’s roots straining to maintain a grip on the soil. Having given a glance to the remaining unsmoked length of their cigars, and the last few sips of bourbon in their glasses, Jürgen knew time was limited before they were done out here, so he simply swallowed Walters’ hardness immediately, choosing to play with the American’s balls using his hands. The taste of the man’s precum was intoxicating. Jürgen moaned, loving how the solid tube of flesh left just enough room in his mouth for him to use his tongue, running it up and down and left and right over the tight skin of Herr Walters’ dick. He couldn’t do that with Herr Horvath’s barely manageable size. After having his throat stretched by Herr Horvath, this cock was easier to accommodate, so he happily slurped the entire length from base to head using gentle suction. Herr Walters encouraged him with minute thrusts, his ass clenching and releasing as Jürgen moved up and down on his American gun. Soon, Herr Walters placed a hand on his head, threading his fingers through the German youth’s curls. He grabbed the hair, and directed the boy with assertive pulling and pushing. The G.I. was working up to ejaculate, moving the blonde head between his legs faster, more intently. Herr Walters placed his cigar between his teeth and brought his other hand to Jürgen’s head. He sucked in a large draw of the tobacco smoke and just as he released his cum into the kid’s mouth he exhaled in his face. “Oh, fuck yeah kid. Drink all that juice.” He growled. “Every. Uh! Last. Uh! Drop. Uh! Uh! Mmmmmm.” Which Jürgen happily did, swallowing with every pumping squirt of the thick, delicious seed. As he had done with Herr Horvath, he nursed on the gradually softening dick while the muscle bound soldier came down from his orgasm. “Let’s move this inside.” Herr Horvath announced, taking the last sip of his bourbon. It probably wasn’t warm anymore. When they reached the living room, Sergeant Walters moved up to pull Jürgen into his muscular arms. The kid was taller than him by a couple inches. Their bare chests pressed together as Walters moved his hands over the tight, young firmness of Jürgen’s thin, athletic body. Horvath had moved up behind him to create a G.I. sandwich. The taller hairy American behind him had removed his sweatpants and was humping his thick hardness against the young German’s taut butt. The feel of Horvath’s warm fur against his back drove him to moan, as Walters gave him a deep, sensual kiss. Walters reached down to grab Jürgen’s thighs, lifting him up to straddle his waist, exposing his tight pucker to Horvath’s cock. Horvath applied more saliva to Jürgen’s hole, and even more to his ready pole, and slid his head over the newly spit lubed opening. He felt the kid’s sphincter pulse and flex as he applied ever greater pressure. The kid could take it. It alway made him hiss at first penetration, but he wanted Horvath’s monster inside him so badly it never took long for him to adjust, and this time was no different. “That’s it, boy.” Horvath growled. “I’m going to put this American soldier cock all the way up inside you.” And he made his words good by sliding raw slowly into Jürgen’s stretching asshole. Jürgen moaned into Walters’ mouth. He loved the G.I. sandwich, compressed between two real masculine men who enjoyed his body, one furry, one completely smooth, both with bulging muscles. The minimal lubrication of saliva heightened the frictional effect, creating a mixture of pleasure and pain. The act of being fucked in this standing position enhanced the erotic disparity between their strength and his, their size and his, their manly supremacy against his youth. He locked his ankles behind Walters’ back. Horvath began pistoning his slab of meat in and out of Jürgen’s tight willing hole, fully planting it to the balls and pulling out to the head. The kid was bouncing himself against Walters to increase the action, wanting more. “Ja! Fich mich! Ich liebe deinen großen Schwanz! Tiefer! Härter! Horvath chuckled, increasing the power of his thrusts. “Ja, Junge. Aber Du musst Englisch verwenden. Practice, remember?” Jürgen’s elastic hole gripped Horvath’s Hungarian pole perfectly, doing its own work to stroke his gargantuan shaft. The kid’s hole was amazing, like it was made to take his dick. Depth, circumference, grip, wetness… all of it was a precise fit. “It feel so good I can’t remember words. Fuck my ass, please Sir! I want to feel your sperm inside my ass.” “You want my cum, boy?” Horvath growled, really hammering the kid now, picking up steam that was driving him towards release. “Yes, your cum. That is what I want!” Jürgen gasped. He was holding onto Walters for his life, as he was crushed between the two men. Herr Walters had leaned forward, as if holding a boxing bag against his training partner’s rapid, forceful punches. The boy’s hard cock was smashed against Herr Walters’ solid abs, rubbing along the hard ridges with every one of Horvath’s plunges into his overfilled young hole. He felt that he reached a precipice, and suddenly his cock began to shoot, pouring out his sperm onto Walters’ smooth skin. “Here it comes boy. I’m going to fill you up. Your going to take my big load deep inside your sweet hole.” And Herr Horvath started to grunt, burying his giant exceptional manhood to the hairy balls in the thin young, handsome German. “Ja! I am feeling it, Sir! Oh, I love it! It is so good for you to give me this into my ass. It is so good feeling!” Even as the last drops of cum were beaten out of his own dick crushed against Herr Walters. “Take it all boy!” Horvath heaved again and again as he emptied his nuts with eight or ten long heavy squirts inside the willing and hungry chute gripping his cock so nicely. Jürgen buried his head in Walters’ neck. “Yes! I take it for you. I take all of it, for you.” Horvath reached out and stroked Jürgen’s head as his strokes slowly came to a stop. “Good boy. You are a good boy.” He felt he had gushed a massive load up the kid’s sweet cunt, and was unsurprised to see a large amount follow his dick out through his stretched sphincter, splattering on the hardwood floor beneath them. He reached under to force two meaty fingers knuckle deep in the youth’s warm dripping hole. “Mmmmm.” Jürgen moaned. He pulled his head away and looked at Walters. “You will fuck me now, yes?” “Yes, boy. I will fuck you now.” Walters said with a grin before kissing Jürgen passionately. Horvath pulled Jürgen off Walters, holding him from behind and stepping back to sit on the couch. Jürgen leaned back against the warm furry chest as Herr Horvath pulled his knees up to expose his cum soaked hole. Horvath gripped his wrists together pinning the boy in place securely. Walters lowered himself between Horvath’s knees, positioning his cock against the spasming pucker. Jürgen leaned his head back on Herr Horvath’s shoulder, while Horvath nuzzled his neck. The lingering aroma of cigar coming from Horvath’s skin filled his nose, making his body go limp. Walters slowly pushed his cock inside the kid, meeting no resistance, not after the Hungarian beast had used him and lubricated his entire fuck channel with his hot cum. Walters took his time, letting the young hole massage his cock with every downstroke and upstroke. Where Horvath had been forceful and intense, Walters was gentle and easy. He pistoned in regular, even rhythm, wanting the kid to enjoy a nice slow lazy fuck. Horvath had switched to playing with the blonde youth’s nipples, kissing and licking his neck, driving the boy crazy with sensory overload. Jürgen was completely limp, moaning and mumbling to himself in German. Horvath moved one hand up to put two fingers in Jürgen’s mouth, pulling one leg further up and stretching out his young, athletic body. Walters began stroking deeper, bottoming out then tightening his ass cheeks to get a partial inch more of penetration. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he began fucking the kid with more force, the feeling of fucking into Horvath’s load was amazing. “I’m going to blow my load up your ass! Here it comes!” And he gave a growl as he went balls deep when his throbbing cock spewed more cum inside the kid. “Oh fuck yeah! Hot little hole on you, boy. So good.” When he was fully spent, he pulled his cock out of Jürgen’s once again tight hole. By this time, Horvath was ready to go a second time. The Army beast pulled the smaller kid up a little so his cock could find his hole. Jürgen reached down to grab the meat slab and guide it in. Horvath pushed the young blonde down until he was buried. The characteristic he loved most about young Jürgen was his complete pliability. The boy didn’t squirm, or fight, or resist in any way. It didn’t matter which position a cock entered him, whether first fuck or fifth, he simply took it. He would continue to take a fucking as long as Horvath needed him to, as many times as it took, as many loads as Horvath and Walters had to shoot up his beautiful pliant hole. And the kid loved and enjoyed the fifth fuck as much as the first. Horvath had never encountered anyone who accepted multiple, repetitive fucking from his huge cock like Jürgen, except for one prostitute in Vegas when he was 22. But even then it was unsatisfying because he wasn’t going to raw dog a prostitute, and shooting into a condom took away a vital aspect great sex. Fucking and cumming into a rubber accomplished the basic physical need, similar to jacking off. But knowing that your seed was going to be fucked inside another person, and that person wanted your seed inside them elevated the experience to something intensely satisfying. It almost seemed like the kid wanted them to get him pregnant with their virility so it would grow inside him. Honestly, Horvath found that intensely erotic. Jürgen was special, he loved it when the older Americans pumped his ass full of their elixir of masculinity. He got the sense that the kid wasn’t necessarily gay, only enamored of the American soldiers, their size, the confidence and competency with which they carried themselves, their maturity and masculinity. And that excited Horvath too, that Jürgen happily allowed himself to be fucked because it was one way he could be useful to the men he admired. The kid had placed his feet on Horvath’s knees so he could maintain position while Horvath thrust his hips. Horvath gripped the blonde youth’s hips, pulling him up and down on his pole, and Jürgen’s shoulders and head rested against the Sergeant’s hot furry chest. The kid was moaning, still mumbling in German. Walters couldn’t translate it, but Horvath could. How he was being fucked by a real man, so big, the feel of his hairy body, so deep, he loved being taken by Horvath’s beautiful meat, how he needed to take Horvath’s seed and it would make him a man. The fact he wasn’t talking to Horvath, only to himself out loud made it more exciting. The Sergeant was long dicking the kid now, his monster cock pistoning the full eleven plus inches with every stroke. The smack of his hips against Jürgen’s fuzzy cheeks beating out a rhythm that spoke of carnal need. He knew the kid’s hole was being punished, tenderized by his fuck stick. Jürgen had begun repeating “Ja, Ja, Ja.” over and over, and “Gibt es Mir, ja!” Driving him on. The moment came when Horvath felt his balls draw up and he knew he was going to fuck another huge load up the kid’s already sperm filled cunt. He grabbed the boy in a powerful hug and slammed him down on his cunt wrecker, feeling his warm nut propel out his piss slit up inside Jürgen’s desperate guts. And then the kid’s lean muscles went taut, his own cock releasing his boyseed to fly up his smooth hairless chest. They came together, each volley perfectly matched in time. Horvath loved how Jürgen almost always came without touching himself. The kid relaxed fully against Horvath’s chest, dropping his legs to straddle the Sergeant’s thighs. “So geil. Very sexy, is very hot.” The kid breathed in a satisfied sigh. “I must always have your sperm inside me, Sir.” “I’ve told you before, boy, Americans call it cum. To say sperm is too formal for having sex, especially good sex. We say sperm with doctors and in proper situations to remove the sexual part.” Horvath explained. “Yes, I know this. It is difficult to think because of the hot fucking. I must always have your cum inside me, Sir. I like your cum.” The kid repeated with a wiggle of his ass which still gripped the Sergeant’s cock. The scene of Horvath and Jürgen snuggled in post orgasm contentment was endearing. Jürgen still had his head leaned back into the crook of Horvath’s neck, their faces rubbing against each other’s side by side. Horvath was lazily running his hands up and down the kid’s smooth compact chest and abdomen, smearing the boy’s load over his skin. “You’re such a good boy.” He gave Jürgen’s cheek a quick peck. “Go take a shower. You need to get home before your parents worry.” Jürgen shrugged. “They know that I am here with you and Herr Walters. But you are right. I must study. My test will be Monday for my Finanzen Classe. There will be many questions and I must perform well. I will receive the highest mark.” “Yes, you must. Studies are very important. Go on, get cleaned up.” He patted Jürgen’s chest. “Ja, ja. I am doing this, but it is difficult to climb down from this tree.” He joked with a laugh. “GRRRRR, you will get another fucking if you don’t.” Jürgen’s ass gave another wiggle, and squeezed down on the cock still stretching his hole. “Then I must stay. You must have all the fuckings for your hoden to become empty.” With another growl, Horvath flipped the kid face down on the couch in one smooth movement, without his cock leaving the tight warm hole gripping it. He railed the kid one more time, dumping what remained of his seed into the kid’s greedy cumhole. He slowly extracted his cock and sat back, slapping Jürgen’s firm perky butt. Another amazing talent of the kid’s hole was how it rarely let any of their cum leak out. It always irised shut when they withdrew. “Guess I have one more in me, too.” Walters said, climbing on before Jürgen moved. His cock slid inside the supine boy easily, making the youth moan in pleasure. He pumped forcefully for a couple minutes until he spewed a surprisingly thick, heavy full course of his nut deep up the kid’s fuckchute. He pulled out, kissing the kid’s neck tenderly. “Thank you, Jürgen.” Jürgen smiled. He always loved these times with the two Americans. They always made him feel wanted, desired, important. They never fucked him just once, and it never took them long to go again. Even with his limited experience, he knew that was unusual. He got up from the couch, a big smile plastered on his young handsome face. He stretched, extending his arms above his head. He noticed the eyes of the men running over his lean, lanky form. It made him feel attractive. Oh, he knew he was very good looking, but having the appreciation of such well built masculine real men thrilled him and gave him a warm feeling inside. “Thank you, Sirs. I will have all your cum in me while I sleep tonight, and I will sleep very well.” He looked at Horvath for approval. He knew it had to be a large amount, Herr Horvath always produced a large volume of sperm… cum. “Very good, boy. That was perfect English.” Horvath praised. “Sehr gut.”

Really good part 1 of this story. Nothing like freely going bare back and fucking intensely.

"that's the best pussy i've ever had"