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“Where am I?” This was the first coherent thought to form in my addled brain. My head felt three times too large for my body and like it was stuffed with cotton. I also couldn’t really move my limbs or make my body work at all. Forming thoughts was like trying to swim through mud. I was aware that things were not normal, but what had happened remained a mystery. I was desperately trying to remember what had happened to me, but details were slippery and elusive. Eventually, with much willpower, I was able to open my eyes. It seemed to take forever for them to focus and resolve any image of my surroundings. It was dim, wherever I was. And the light was red and inconsistent. Flickering. Again, with effort, I was able to move my head a little and look around. The walls were dark and rough and seemed to be made of stone. I couldn’t see a ceiling above me- only blackness. I did note that there were chains extending upward at the four corners of by body, and that my wrists and ankles were apparently bound to them, immobilizing me. I was splayed out spread-eagle like the Vitruvian man, and I was laying on a cold, smooth surface. Lifting my head was next to impossible, but I managed it just long enough to confirm that I was indeed naked. My head crashed back down to the hard surface with a conk making me see stars. I shivered then, partly from the chill and partly from fear Long moments passed, but gradually I regained more and more of my senses. Whatever chamber I was entombed in was large- I could tell my the occasional small sounds and how they echoed and bounced around the space, only to be eventually swallowed up by the darkness above. The light was coming from a small number of torches (torches!) set into the walls. It was like something out of a medieval fever dream. When I regained some strength, I tried tugging my arms free- but to no avail. The thick chains barely moved and only clinked a couple times. I was now awake enough to start panicking. Wherever I was, it wasn’t good. This was a seriously fucked up situation and I was clearly in danger. My heart started to pound. I tried to call for help, but my mouth was dry and my tongue was thick in my mouth. The adrenaline shot to my system cleared my brain of the remaining fog. Pieces of the previous night started to assemble like a puzzle in my brain. I had been out celebrating my 18th birthday. Since all my friends had gone off to college, I was by myself and feeling fairly blue about it. I remember I went to the local dance club, just so I could be around people. A handsome, older guy started talking to me… what was his name? Something unusual. He saw my underage wristband, and I remember telling him it was my birthday. He offered to sneak me a birthday shot and I remember declining because I didn’t really drink because it was illegal… but he brought me one anyway. He brought a shot for himself too, and he coerced me into having it. “A man only turns 18 once—you need to celebrate!” he had said. The shot was called… “Devil’s Blood”? Or something like it. I think it was fireball and grenadine and who knows what else. I remember it was sweet, and hot. He then asked me out on the dancefloor. I remember thinking that he was really hot, but way too old for me. But hey. Nobody else was asking me to dance so why not? The music pulsed and the lights were hypnotic and I remember feeling my insides getting all warm and gooey. I vaguely remember him hitting on me, and me demurring because I wasn’t looking for that. I was waiting to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend- I wasn’t sure which yet. I think I told him that I was just looking to be around people and to cut loose a little. And that’s about all I remember. Until now. So here I was- naked on some sort of slab. In a real life fucking dungeon. Chained up. The reality of my situation had taken root— I was probably going to die. My mind started working on next steps, but was coming up empty. Ice formed in the pit of my stomach and I got really scared. I’m not ashamed to admit that I pissed myself in that moment. It was then that I heard it. Footsteps. I could hear the uneven cadence and scrape/crunch of several pairs of feet walking slowly out of the shadows. Above the footsteps was a low hum of male voices. Musical. Like a slow chant. Out of the shadows then emerged 5 men in long, dark robes. At least I think they were men. They all had on masks that obscured their faces. The masks were those of skulls—animalistic in nature. Four of the masks were jet black. Glossy. Horned. The fifth was gold. The four in black masks carried what appeared to be small, handheld drums. The one wearing the gold mask carried an old, leatherbound book the color of oxblood in one hand. In the other he carried a stilleto. My heart raced with fear, as my mind jumped to all sorts of terrifying outcomes. The four took up positions at my feet and hands and when they were in place the humming stopped. The one in the gold mask walked to the figure at my left hand. The figure held out his right hand and the stiletto made a quick slash to his thumb. The figure made a gladiator “thumbs down” gesture and I watched the blood trickle off his hand to the floor. This ritual was repeated at the other three figures. Then the fifth stood at my head, out of my view. I watched in sick fascination as The Four slowly raised some sort of bone-shaped drumstick. And then as one, they struck their drums. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. A slow, steady beat began. The one in gold at my head started chanting in a language I could not identify. His words snaked and wove through the beats of the drums. The Four took up the chant as well. Slowly the tempo increased and the chanting got louder. As this was happening, the torchlight seemed to increase with the flames leaping higher of their own accord. This brought the figures into sharp relief. I could see that the Four were drumming on crude drums with rough skin like parchment, and with what appeared to be actual bones- like the knobby leg bone of an animal. Or human. The chant had now crescendoed to a fever pitch and the drummers were beating like my racing heart. Then suddenly, without warning, everything stopped. The drummers dropped to their knees as one, and from above my head I heard the One in gold whisper something— guttural and wicked. Then there was a bright, blinding flash like a camera strobe. My nose caught the strong smell of sulfur. When my eyes readjusted, there was a dim red glow in the room- like a photography dark room. I looked over at the torches on the wall, and they flames all appeared to be frozen—low and unwavering in their iron holders. The Five men in robes were also caught mid-motion. And the room was eerily quiet—like being in a sound proof recording studio. It was as if time itself had stopped- except for me. And the demonic thing now standing in my presence. I stared, completely unsure of what I was looking at. At the end of the slab where I lay stood a… thing. A beast? Man? Both? It had a general human form… but it was different. Distorted. Much more Sinister. I could tell it was big. Like 7 feet tall and broad across the chest and shoulders. The head was large and bald, and atop were two great, black, curling horns, like those of a ram. Instead of eyes, there were empty voids- like deepest, darkest space. The mouth, a lipless slash, crowded with sharp, pointy teeth. The flesh appeared scalded and shiny—like scarred skin-- tight across the body. Muscles stood out in sinewy relief, as if they were barely covered in flesh. The arms were muscular and disproportionately long, terminating in hands with too many fingers, each with a talon instead of a nail. And did I see the hint of dark wings behind? It appeared to be regarding me, with its unwavering dark gaze, and I was utterly petrified. My mind wanted to believe that I was drugged. Hallucinating this terrible image. But somewhere in the deep recesses of my animal brain, I knew this was real. Real And beyond my rational beliefs. “Wh… wh… who…?” I managed to croak out, before the sound died on my lips. The creature continued to stare at me with those empty voids in its face. The longer I stared into them, the more I began to see things swimming in their depths. Terrible things. I looked away, shivering uncontrollably. “Who or what I am does not matter, human,” it said in a rusty, scrapey, deep voice. “They have summoned me, and I have come. The fools! Even now, they have no inkling of the true nature of the forces with which they play. If they did they would have fled from this place in terror. But no. To them this was a mere game; they did not truly believe. I do not brook the follies of man and there will be repercussions. And yet… they deliver unto me such tasty flesh to defile…” “P-p-p-please don’t kill me! Oh God protect me! Oh Jesus please save me!” I prayed. The creature laughed then- a sound like glass inside a garbage disposal. “Those empty words have never held power or sway! There is no mercy here! You of virgin flesh are bound to me in this moment outside of time, as I am bound in this earthly space. But I will grant you this knowledge, human. Death is not immediately forthcoming. You have been chosen as the Vessel.” I struggled mightily against the chains, but to no avail. I twisted and pulled and screamed, but my binds would not yield. The creature watched me placidly as I expended my energy. When the fight finally left me, I sagged back onto the slab. “A Vessel for what,” I whispered, defeated. “You have heard of AIDS, yes?” it asked. I nodded, horrified. “The first virus was passed to a Vessel through a union much like this. We needed a fertile male host—one that would pass on his demon seed to many others, eventually casting them all down in sin. That Vessel performed… admirably.” “Are you telling me you unleashed HIV on the world and infected millions of men on purpose?” I sobbed. “Yes.” “You monster!” I spat. The creature grinned. “I believe Incubus would be more accurate, although we do not concern ourselves with human labels.” “Well, we have pre and post exposure protocols now. And drugs to combat your virus so humans can live long, productive lives. So even if you infect me…” I began bravely. “Hence the need for a new Vessel,” the Incubus interrupted. “The time has come for a new virus. One that will not be so easily tamed. One that will again spread through humanity’s sinners. The Fornicators. The drug users. The adulterers. Hastening their demise and bringing them more quickly to my Master’s fold.” “No…” I pleaded. “Now we begin,” the Incubus stated. His mouth of teeth opened menacingly, and a long, black tongue snaked out of the orifice. Longer than my brain could comprehend… 3 feet? 4 feet? And it undulated and rippled like an earthworm. I watched as the demon slowly sank down between my legs, and then I felt it. His tongue was teasing and lapping against my asshole. It was hot- almost to the point of uncomfortably so, but not quite. “Ah, it has been too long since I have tasted the sweetness of man,” it said. And then the tongue started slowly inching its way inside me. Feeling the heat of it penetrate inside me was intense. The creature was right about me being a virgin. I’d never done anything with anyone ever before, as I had grown up in a fairly strict household. All I had time for was school, swimming, my after-school job, church… and masturbation. I’d never even kissed a girl… or a boy. As I thought about this, I had the faint memory of telling the man at the bar that I was “eighteen and never been kissed”. With that one statement, I’d probably sealed my fate and landed myself as a human sacrifice. At first I was horrified and frightened and revolted by the invasion into my body. Even in all my masturbation and self-exploration, I’d never come anywhere near my butthole. The sensation was completely foreign—but not unwelcome. The thick, hot tongue continued pulsing and snaking its way inside. Deeper and deeper. At the prostate it seemed to pause and explore and… caress making me shiver with nervous adrenaline. And I found it increasingly difficult not to get aroused. I felt sick. I was being violated by this sex demon from what I could only guess was hell (or some hellish plane of existence) and yet here I was, strangely turned on by it. Overwhelmingly so. I railed against it. Reprimanding myself with my internal monologue for feeling this way. Telling myself to resist—that I should be disgusted. That I was being raped for god’s sake! But the waves of pleasure were too much to ignore. My dick was soon teenage steel and straining toward the ceiling. It was almost painful and I couldn’t touch it at all to relieve it. And still the tongue explored my insides- pushing deeper. I felt it’s heat as it teased some deep barrier inside me, where I was sure it would stop. But it tickled and twirled at this place and my breath quickened. Soon it worked up past it and beyond and the wave of pleasure created made my body start to shake. I felt my body open and relax as my head lolled to one side. The creature chuckled at this- that horrible glass grinding sound again. I don’t know how long that tongue violated my guts as I lost all sense of the flow of time. Hours? Days? Years? All I know is that I could feel that tongue snaking all the way up into me. When I would occasionally lift my head, I could see the creature’s head moving subltly between my legs and I could see the tongue move and writhe beneath the taut flesh of my stomach. It reminded me of that one time I saw a baby move beneath the skin of a pregnant woman and was creeped out. Slowly the tongue withdrew from me, and I found myself missing the hot presence inside my intestines. Almost craving to be filled again… and I hated myself for feeling this way. Then the beast stood up slowly, my eyes tracking his movement. As he brought himself to his full height, I saw it. A massive phallus arcing up and away from his body, glossy and deep red. The wedge-shaped ruddy head reached up to the middle of his chest. It was definitely not human-proportioned- not even porn proportioned. I had never seen anything so massive… not even on the horses on our farm. My eyes got large as the slow realization of what was coming next became apparent. “No… please! I can’t. IT can’t! It’s not possible. You said I wouldn’t die, but that will kill me.” I begged him. But it fell on deaf ears. “Human males are preferable virgin sacrifices, although harder to find. They can endure and their anatomy is more… compliant. Human females, while accommodating in their own way, have limited depth and tend to… rupture… thus rendering them disposable,” it graveled out. At this point I started crying in earnest. I could see what was coming and it scared the shit out of me. I had no choice. No control. This wasn’t what I wanted… or was it? But after the tongue exploration, there was a teeny-tiny part of my brain that was, dare I say, titillated? And that knowledge scared me even more. I watched as it gripped its massive prong in one taloned fist, and then pushed it downward to align with my asshole. I was sobbing and shaking my head, but I knew my situation was hopeless. I was basically pinned like a butterfly on this stone slab, about to be split in half. I felt the hot, triangular head pushing insistently against my asshole and I thought there was no way it would be able to enter—not without considerable pain and irreparable damage. But… … it was weird. I could feel it start to slide in. The heat pulsing off that huge member was intense as it pushed past by sphincter. But it didn’t hurt for some reason. I could feel immense pressure, and an uncomfortably full feeling pervading my guts, but no pain. For some reason, due to some magic or demon novocaine, the entry wasn’t accompanied by the mind-shattering agony I was prepared for. Rather, it was- dare I say- pleasurable? It was a similar sensation to the tongue that had come before. I could feel it inside me. The heat. The fullness. The inexorable penetration. But where the tongue slithered and snaked around inside, this sensation was just of firm flesh invading my deepest recesses. Again, I felt the beast appendage impact somewhere deep inside me at meet resistance, and again I figured this was the extent of how far he would be able to go without tearing me internally. But there was some additional pressure, a slight stab of pain, and then… oh, and then! Goddamn. I could feel a slight ‘pop’ and the massive meat had pushed past beyond my barrier and was now invading deeper into me. Where the tongue had gone. The waves of pleasure as it continued into me were intense and almost more than I could bear. my sobs and tears had stopped and I believe I cried out in ecstasy, but I can’t be sure because my mind was blown at this point. After what felt like an eternity, I felt the creature’s hot groin pressed against my ass, and I knew that he was all the way inside and I had somehow survived. I don’t know where all that dick went, but every breath was a struggle it felt like it was lodged below my sternum, somewhere up near my heart. Then, the cock started a slow withdrawal from my body. Every inch that it retreated left me feeling hollow and empty. Eventually, the Incubus only had the head remaining inside me. Then he started to push inside again, only a tiny bit faster. This process repeated many times- so many that I lost count. The only thing I was aware of was the core of heat inside my body when he was inside me, and the feeling of fullness and pleasure. Again, all this was completely happening outside of time itself, so I don’t have any perspective of how long this back and forth went inside my guts. It felt like years were passing with each thrust. As the fuck continued, my body eventually completely gave itself over to lust and desire. I had relaxed to the point where my insides were fully accepting his demon dick. All thoughts of impropriety had long since fled and I was feeling nothing but dizzying pleasure at being impaled on his massive shaft. I found that I couldn’t get enough. I wanted this demon’s dick in me for eternity. I wanted him to never stop. I know I was moaning and screaming and making noises of ultimate pleasure every time he bottomed out inside me and I was actively trying to throw myself further into him. “Yessssssssssss,” the Incubus hissed. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. “Submit unto me! Accept your fate!” He was staying further inside me now. Rarely pulling out beyond half before thrusting inside again. And the thrusts were harder. His groin bruising my ass. I found myself staring into the voids that were its eyes as the fucking continued. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless well of lust and desire, that sensation of falling without hitting bottom. Mixed with the sensation of his giant cock deliciously rearranging my insides. As his tempo slowly increased further, his tongue slowly snaked out of his mouth and found it’s way to mine. I felt the hot, black, roughness enter my mouth and start to push down my throat into my esophagus. Normally I would have started gagging uncontrollably at this, but again. As if by demon magic, I was just able to accept his tongue down my throat. The heat signature slowly crept downward into my belly—and beyond. I was taking sustaining breaths through my nostrils now, as the demon pounded me furiously while tongue-fucking my throat and stomach. I think his cock and tongue made connection and completed the circuit inside me. My body was vibrating from his double penetration, pleasure beyond all reason and measure crashing into me, through me, over me. It felt like I had been edged up to the point of an orgasm for a lifetime without release and my body was going crazy with desire. His tempo was frenzied now, and he was growling. A horrifying sound that seemed to rend the air. I could feel the triangular spear shaped tip of his cock start to swell up inside me. Taking up more and more room within. It grew to where it felt like it was half the width of my torso, yet my willing body took it. Craved it. Needed it. I could barely breathe as it was affecting my diaphragm and lungs. The red light in the room had grown steadily with the demon’s passion. It morphed with the fuck, moving into orange, then yellow, then white, then brilliant incandescence. My eyes closed tight to shield them from the intensity. “IT IS TIME!” the Incubus bellowed. “WITH THIS SEED YOU BECOME THE VESSEL!” And with that, the demon cock erupted inside me. Scalding hot semen pulsed from that massive head, flooding into me. It burned with a pleasure-pain that caused my body to buck and shake uncontrollably. I contorted and writhed with full body orgasms as volumes of poisonous demon seed poured into me, filling me- searing my viscera. I could feel his molten jism actually rising like gorge in my throat. The salty, sulfurous, metallic taste making me gag. It was like I was burning alive from the inside, but without pain. It felt like a fever, but a fever of 451°F. I couldn’t breathe or move and it felt like I might burst apart into flame. But slowly… ever so slowly… this feeling diminished. With every throb of my pulse, the heat within grew less and less, like I was ejecting my corona into space like a dying star. Eventually, I felt like I could breathe again, and I could feel the cool, wetness of the stone under my back. I slowly opened my eyes. Smoke hung thick in the air which again smelled of sulfur. In the haze the Incubus was nowhere to be seen. I noticed that I was no longer bound by the chains—they just hung impotently around me. I pushed myself into a seated position for the first time in what felt like a millennia and swayed a little unsteadily. I was woozy and felt severely dehydrated and also… different. Slowly I began to take inventory of my body. I looked down and noted that I was covered by crusty, black soot from head to toe, like I’d been in a fire. Also my chest and belly were coated in semen (which I somehow knew was mine) making the soot on my torso streaky and sticky. The demon had fucked what appeared to be a week’s worth of cum out of me. Speaking of my body… I found it had changed markedly. I was more muscular than I had been before. My shoulders and chest much broader. My arms bulging. My legs thick and strong. I felt longer of limb and that when I stood I would be taller. I was leaner, too, with deep muscular definition. And lo! I had chest hair! I had been a hairless, skinny, twink before— but now? But without a doubt the biggest change was to my dick. The flesh now hanging between my legs was certainly NOT what I had before. Before I was just a guy with an unremarkable cock. Average. Nothing that stood out or was noticed in the swim locker room or gym class by any means. But now? Flaccid it was hanging to just north of mid thigh. I could fell the meaty weight of it, and I instinctively knew it would expand to become a real cuntwrecker. As these changes sank in, I slowly started to realize that I felt different inside as well. I felt confident… no, cocky. Strong. Sure of myself. Brave. Sexy. Fearless. And dangerous. When I looked for the Five men in Robes, I noticed them laying on the floor in disarray at the five points where they had been. Eventually they stirred faintly and moaned a bit as they came to. I heard one of them mutter, “Dude, what the fuck just happened?” When they had revived enough and saw me seated and unshackled, they were visibly shaken. The one in the gold mask looked at me and said, “Who are you?” “I was the virgin manchild you brought here as a sacrifice, but no longer. Now I am the Vessel. Now I am Gift of Death.” They all turned and ran. Just as the Incubus had said, they were fools. They meddled with dark forces and in turn have released Me unto the world. The new Vessel. They would soon come to rue their choices, of that I was sure. And then eventually to Him. I would start with the man in the gold mask. The seducer from the club. The “high priest” as it were. I followed them at a leisurely pace, their cries echoing through the rough hewn chamber, leading me on to the exit. Thoughts of my future formed as I walked. I could not go home now—the 18 year old that entered this chamber was dead. As the Vessel, I needed to sow my seed far and wide. Perhaps I should become a hitchhiker? A truck driver? A male prostitute? “No,” I said with a smile. “I will become a flight attendant.”

Part 2 “Take off your pants,” I said, my finger running down his trail of hair and stopping above the button, teasing my need to see the dick he wouldn’t be using that night. At least, not the way he would be thinking. He scrambled to unbutton his pants, dropping them to reveal briefs which hugged his erection perfectly. His cock was pressed against his body, moving along his left hip as far as it could go. It could go pretty far, but there wouldn’t be any argument on who was going to be the top once he saw mine. I left my shirt on but undid my jeans, revealing the jockstrap I wore beneath. Because it was dark, he couldn’t see the stained fabric clearly, but he’d sense it in a moment. I parted my legs a bit, allowing for my bulge to become even more prominent. For a third time, he licked his lips. “Take off your briefs,” I said. Eager, he pushed them down, allowing his erection to jut out. He had to be seven inches, maybe eight, clearly a young man who was gifted genetically. How he viewed himself as anything but a catch was beyond me. All the men who could have had him before I got to him should have been ashamed of themselves. Hopefully, after I was done with him, they’d get another chance and receive their punishment for their mistake. His balls were pulled tight to his body, his desire to fuck plain as day. His chest was rising and falling quickly, his anticipation rising. I wondered how many men he’d been naked with. I wondered how many men he’d fucked or been fucked by. I wondered if he knew that, even if he wanted to, there was no chance of escape now. He was mine. “Remove my jock,” I told him. He looked down, confused a first, and then stepped forward, reaching out a hand. “No,” I told him. “Remove it with your teeth.” He looked up into my eyes, waiting for further instruction, and then kneeled. “Hands behind your back,” I told him. He followed what I told him, clasping his hands behind himself as he leaned forward, his face stopping a few inches from my crotch. I was sure he was smelling the jock strap now, but I knew there was no way he was going to back out. Even if the smell did put him off, he wanted not only my approval but also my dick so badly that he’d do anything I told him. That was good as that was exactly what I planned on doing. He opened his mouth and tried to angle himself better, his teeth separated slightly. I knew that there was no way to take the jock strap off without either risking biting my dick or having to press his face against my body. He did the right thing, and I was proud of him. He pressed against my body and managed to get the jock strap pouch in his mouth, stains and all. I watched to see if he’d spit it out or grimace from the taste, but there was no reaction other than a low groan I knew was from pleasure. Slowly, he pulled down with his teeth, his hands still behind his back, dragging the jock strap off my grown and down my legs. Before he could get far, my cock shot out and hit him in the face, leaving a trail of precum across his forehead. Rather than stop his progress, he continued pulling the jock strap down my legs until meeting the floor. Seeing him bent over, the crack of his ass meeting my gaze for the first time, I felt a rush of energy coursing through me. I was sure it was partially an aftereffect of the young man I’d fucked that morning, his “energy” still settling into my body. “If you’re going to take all of me,” I told him, his innocent eyes looking up at me, “You’ll want to get me slick for your hole.” He slowly nodded and raised himself until he was eye-to-eye with my dick. He stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the shaft, lingering on the glands and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Without having to think, my hand reached around and grabbed the back of his head, slowly pressing the head of my cock against his lips. “More than that, boy,” I said, my voice deep. All men his age have some type of lust for a daddy and to be dominated. “Boy” gets them to the place of needing my approval faster. Now, I was sure he’d want to please me no matter what else I wanted. Getting my raw cock up his ass would be too easy. Half of my dick was in his mouth, moving toward this throat, and already his eyes were watering. How many men this young guy had sucked off I didn’t know, but I assumed it wasn’t many. He needed training. I’d do it, except I never fucked the same guy twice. I entered his ass, blew my load into his guts, took his years, allowed my strain to do its work, and I moved on. Still, watching this guy trying to get my cock deep into his throat had my already hard dick getting even stiffer. Fuck, I loved watching men work so hard to please the man that saw them only as cum disposals. Did they think it gave them worth? I snatched my dick out of his mouth, his spit stringing between us. I leaned forward and cleaned my dick on his face, his spit sticking to his stubble. “Time to open your hole,” I said, winking at the eager face staring up at me. He jumped off the floor and climbed onto the bed. I never asked if this guy was a bottom. I just knew. He looked like a man who lived to serve the needs, desires, and lusts of other men. It’s what he was made for, and I was going to help him fulfill his purpose. There are few true tops in the world, just some men who don’t know what their asses need… just men who didn’t know what they needed to give up to me to truly live. “On all fours,” I told him as I saw him lying on his back. Why guys wanted to fuck missionary I didn’t know. I don’t want to be looking at your face the whole time. I have mirrors in my room so I can look at the bottom’s face as I blow my load and infect their bodies. I’d rather watch their bodies squirm as my big dick fills them, threatening to tear them in two. When they’re on all four, I can see their arms shaking, trying to stabilize themselves. Plus, it’s a great view of their ass. His ass was pointed toward me, his back slightly arched down, pushing his muscular mounds of flesh in my direction. There is a coating of hair over them, just enough to prove that this was a real man taking dick. My cock glistened from his saliva, giving enough lube to push inside his ass with little effort. I almost bottomed out, but I stopped, watching as his ass opened, his arms shaking, and his head tilting back as ecstasy filled his body. “Fuck” he moaned. I saw in a mirror that his eyes were closed, face showing the struggle of taking my big dick but also loving it. He bit his lower lip as he moaned, my dick slowly pulling out until only the head remained. “Tell me you want me,” I told him, my hands grasping either ass cheek and holding tight to the warm skin. “I fucking want you,” he said, eyes still closed. “Tell me you need me.” “I need you.” “You need me to what?” I taunted. “You need me to make you mine?” “Fuck yes,” he moaned, back arching lower, his ass pulling my dick inside his body. “Make me yours. Take me.” The magic words. “You’ve got it,” I said, thrusting my entire dick into his body. His head thrust back, eyes looking up to the ceiling, mouth open wide as I opened his ass wider than any other man had or he ever could. His arms shook, but the strength of his youth held through, keeping him up. His back started to rise, but I pushed down, arching his back, moving all the way into his body. “Don’t fight me,” I told him, pulling out and thrusting inside again, his ass shaking while his hole grabbed onto my dick. Even his body knew he needed me to stay inside him, to finally bring his life some importance. His warmth radiated from his body, his heartbeat felt clearly on my cock. With every thrust, I could feel our heartbeats syncing, “Just give in.” “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice quaking. “It… feels… so… good…” “I know, baby,” I said. Even if I hadn’t already locked him in, calling him “baby” would definitely make him mine. “Can you feel how big I am inside you? Can you feel how big you’re making me?” “You’re huge,” he moaned. “It’s like… It’s like you’re tearing me open.” “Only if I didn’t restrain myself,” I said. In the mirror I could see that his dick was rock hard, cum leaking out as if he was cumming. All men did this when I fucked them. Their weak bodies worked hard to prepare themselves for my gift, for what they were about to receive and give up. Though the bottom didn’t know it, his mind too focused on how wide I was stretching his ass and how hard I was hitting his prostate, his body knew what was about to happen and had already surrendered itself to me. The prey knows when the predator has won. Now, as I gave him the best fuck he’d ever had, his body was ridding itself of all the negative cum stored up inside its balls, making room for what I would be injecting inside. Soon, his balls will produce triple the amount of cum compared to a normal man, burdening him with the need to spend the remainder of his life fucking any man he comes across. He won’t be able to do much else as the urgency to spread my gift will consume him. In a matter of minutes, his body will be producing poz cum. But not just any poz cum… my poz cum. “Fuck,” he said again, finally noticing the incredible amount of cum leaking out of him. “You’re fucking the cum right out of me.” “Yes, I am,” I said, my grip tightening on his hips. I could still feel his heartbeat in his hole. As he was looking down at his cock, I felt a strong wave of warmth coursing through my body and down to my cock. Suddenly, his head was thrown back, eyes wide, mouth open, but there was no sound made. In that moment, our heartbeats were one. The connection was finalized. There was no escaping me now. I released his hips knowing he couldn’t get away even if his life depended on it… and it did. I pulled my shirt off, revealing my biohazard tattoo in the mirror. Already it was fading from what it had been in the club. I looked down at his lower back and saw the new addition to his body. It was faint, but the pale outline of a biohazard tattoo was coming through on his skin, growing darker with each thrust. His body had accepted me. His body had synced with me. Now, it was time to make his body and what would have been the remainder of his life mine. I picked up my pace, sweat pouring off my body, my grunts now sounding animalistic. The room stank of sex, his dick still ridding itself of unworthy cum. No longer would his balls produce the cum carrying his DNA, the cum which could have promised him a family. Now, his balls were preparing to change forever, to evolve into their ultimate state. Soon, his balls would produce my cum, ending his family line and continuing mine. This is what he was made for. “Who do you belong to?” I cried out, my pace quickening, our heartbeat growing faster. “You,” he said, his mind now rewriting itself, teaching him of his new objective in life. “Who does your dick belong to?” “You.” “And whose toxic cum is churning now inside your balls?” “Your cum.” “And whose life am I taking in replace of gifting you with my cum?” The young man’s head tilted down and his eyes met mine in the mirror. “My life,” he said. “Then give it to me,” I said, forcing the entirety of my dick inside his body and erupting inside him. His head fell forward while mine went back, now my eyes and mouth wide open in pure ecstasy. In that instant, I could see all the days he would have lived if I hadn’t met him. I could see him finishing college, making his parents proud. I could see him getting his dream job. I could see him meeting a nice man and falling in love. I could see him proposing and starting a family. I could see his face as years went by, his true potential unrealized. Just as quickly as I saw it, these images faded into darkness. All those years he could have lived were now moving into me. As all of this was happening, my tattoo was fading away until my arm was bare, the tattoo on his lower back a vibrant sign of his new status. His dick stopped leaking, his balls transforming painfully in his sack, his face twisting from the agony of his transformation. His balls were now mirroring my own, ready to serve their new purpose of pozzing up more men in my image. I could feel my body growing in strength, a new energy filling me. The young man’s youth filled every part of me. I pulled my dick out of his ass, his body slumping down onto the bed. He was fast asleep. He wouldn’t sleep for long. Once he wakes, he’ll get up, get dressed, and head out on his way into his new life, his new purpose. He won’t say anything since there’s nothing left to be said. I don’t know where he’ll go or what he’ll do concerning the images I saw. I know they’re not possible now. Perhaps he’ll drop out of school to give himself more time to fuck. Perhaps he’ll never talk to his family again, disappearing into the bathhouses and gloryholes where no one can disturb him of what he knows needs to be done with the remainder of his life. Who knows how much time he has. I don’t. I also don’t care. He served his purpose, giving an alpha man like me, a true man, more time on this earth to fuck up other men and continue my legacy. Once he truly realizes what I’ve done to him, he won’t do anything to stop what is coming. He’ll accept it as his true destiny. I flexed in the mirror, admiring myself. The punk’s life took almost ten years off me. I looked at my arm and knew the tattoo would come back eventually. When it did, I’d find several more men to pick up the burden of keeping my strain alive. The young man groaned on the bed, his new tattoo in sight, the skin around it an angry red. “I really took it out of you,” I said, smiling in the mirror. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ If I turn this into a series, I'd explore different men with this ability and the men who fall prey to them. Maybe I'd return to Hunter again. That's an "if" for now. Enjoy Hunter.

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

We see them all the time - bottoms who post profiles, in which they say up front that they’re bottoms, looking to suck or get fucked - and yet their main pic, or their avatar, is a cock pic. If you are one of these men, please, for all our sakes, explain why you do this. It’s maddening. On the face of it, there’s no rational reason for it. Hell, half of the bottoms here don’t even want their cocks touched. The first principle of marketing is that the thing you’re trying to sell is the thing you put in the shop window; if you’re trying to get people to come in and but peaches you don’t put cucumbers in the shop window, you put peaches. Good day, sir, I’d like to buy one of your longest, thickest cucumbers, if you please. And two walnuts while you’re at it. We don’t sell cucumbers, sir, or walnuts either, but we have some very succulent peaches. Then why does the sign outside say ‘Cucumber Market’, and why are you advertising walnuts as buy-one-get-one-free? I don’t get it. Most of us don’t. If there is an actual, sensible reason for doing this, please explain. If there isn’t, please, please stop.

This was a few years ago, hope you enjoy. I was chatting with a really hot guy on Grindr, muscular, hairy, with a big hung dick and an ass I hoped he'd give up and we were talking about meeting at the local nudist beach. I thought about it and I decided to go for two reasons: meet him in person and fuck on the beach. Such a turn on. It's a big beach, a good 7 kilometers away from the town, back then there were no beach bars and umbrellas, so there was more sex going on at the gay side and that was what I craved. I'm walking towards a beach umbrella and then I look at the sea and this Greek Poseidon comes out, even hotter than his photos, tanned and naked and fucking hot and all I can do is gape. We got into the talking, all random shit, but hell all I wanted to do was suck the monster and after a few minutes, I was granted that wish. "I see you staring, come get it" he said and I couldn't be happier, my own 19cm dick in full mast. I sucked his cock all the way down to his balls, it was salty as fuck from his swim. He was moaning and I knew I was doing a great job. "You'll make me cum..." he told me between moaning so I slowed down and then the surprise - he showed off his asshole for me to rim! I gladly dove into that delicious hole and I could swear his moaning got louder. After what felt like an hour of rimming his ass in all fours, I got closer to his ear and whispered: "do you want this big dick in your tight hole ?" "yeah, but we don't have any condoms." Fuck that C word. "Then I guess I have no choice but to breed your ass" I whispered, then rubbed my raw dick on his hole, my mind gone crazy by the hot hunk I was about to plant my seed into. "Say you want this cock raw up that ass!" my voice went a bit louder. "Fuck, dude, you're making me feel like a slut. Stick that dick in me." "Raw?" "Fucking raw." No reassurance needed. I pushed in his sweet pucker, slow at first while his moaning was a mix of pleasure and pain and then he reached behind my ass to push me even further! So much for the condoms I thought. I started slamming deeper into him, enjoying the warm hole wrapped around my fuckstick while holding his sides. Fuck I never wanted to cum. "FUCK ME" as I was going to town behind him. After trying to hold on to dear life not to explode in him, I turned him around so I could fuck and kiss (my absolute favourite). His hole was already gaping a bit, however I applied a generous amount of saliva on his hole and on my hole and reentered. There was a sharp intake of breath and then moaning once again. He was looking at me like I was his first love. First lust more like. I reached my lips into his and then started hammering away, deeper and faster. He went fucking nuts, moaning in my mouth (another turn on). He tried to slow my pace but i was holding him down and kept fucking him hard and then it happened; I felt a wet sensation between our bellies, which I thought was cum, because I must have reached his prostate but nope - dude pissed himself. It was weird, but the thought of dominating this hunk of a man made me explode in him! "FUUUUUCK" I yelled while slamming my cock deeper "Keep going I'm close too" I couldn't say no, so his hole endured some more abuse. "Fucking... Aaah. Keep..fucking..." he was at a loss for words while his cock erupted. As a good top I reached down and swallowed as much as I could, guy was like a fountain. We caught our breaths after that and realised we did not know each other's names! He said his name was George and I replied I'm Alex. We swam a bit to cool down and I reached his ass to assess the damage. A slight twinge was all I needed to see. We did meet later that night with a less intense version of fucking and then a few days later before he left for a quickie at an abandoned building in which we almost got caught. He was a great summer fuck.

Absolutely agree with the varying degrees, I'm 100% gay and have never done anything sexual with a woman, and also 100% bottom for fucking. However that said, here is where the degrees come in, I have also loved a shapely ass and admiring a beautiful hole, which I will happily rim, felch, use toys on and have even been known to FF if in the mood. A wonderful case in example was meeting a 28 year old in Gran Canaria last year, I don't normally go for guys that young, however he was handsome. He was chubby chasing and asked what I was into, I told him I was only looking to get fucked and it had to be BB which suited him. He proceeded to fuck me with plenty of energy and shortly after shot his load deep within. Needless to say I wanted more, so I said to him, you've got a great ass, I maybe bottom but love rimming, can I rim you? He obligingly turned round and I got stuck in, with him getting another erection soon after I started. He told me he was hard again, and I said do you want to go again? Fortunately for me he was more than happy to do so and because he had already come, he took longer to come the second time round, but he did, so I was more than happy, and now even consider approaches from guys I normally wouldn't have gone for based on their age.

It still doesn’t make sense to me, though. If you post a cock pic, you don’t just get Vers guys who are also looking to suck, you’re also broadcasting to bottoms (by far the majority of those looking - that you’re a potential Topping candidate. Fending off all the unwanted fucking requests from bottoms would, to my mind, outweigh any potential benefit to ‘covering your bases’. Plus - and I‘ve been told this by multiple Tops - when a Top is browsing profiles to find a cunt to fuck, what he wants to see is ass, so he can decide if he wants it. They’ve gone so far as to take pics of me to show me what motivates a Top: All ass. You might snag a Vers Top who also wants to suck, but Tops who just want to fuck are likely to give you a pass. Additionally, when I see a profile with a cock pic that claims to be a bottom, I immediately suspect the person is trying to bait-and-switch other bottoms in the hope of persuading them to Top instead of getting fucked as expected. That’s not covering bases, that’s attempting to widen the pool of candidates by deception. Not saying you’re one of this type, but they’re definitely out there. Personally, I don’t even give out a cock pic even if requested, because if a guy is asking for it, he has a reason, probably involving his wanting to be penetrated in some way. If the guy’s after my cock, he’s likely to be a problem encounter, and certain to leave disappointed. The only time anyone sees my cock in a pic is A) if we’re discussing piercings; B) if we’re discussing cock cages; or C) if it’s incidentally visible in my ass pic.

There is a difference between what a person calls themselves and asks/tells their friends to call them and terms getting bandied about on the Internet. I have had black friends who liked me to use the N-word in race play because it was their kink. That doesn't give me license to say that word anytime and anyplace to any audience. It's a simple difference that we all understand. You folks are being disingenuous.

Chapter four I had needed to get a drink for a while so with my guy catching his breath in the sling,I went to the bar. I must have been gone less than ten minutes but when I returned he was looking so different. The blindfold was off, and he had climbed out the sling, he was now on all fours on a small bench in the corner. I assume that the guy now eating the cum out his wet hole must have helped him to get there. He must have been in his thirties, average body, but really looked like he knew how to eat a butt out. I felt like I should have been the one swallowing them loads, but it looked like I would not have to wait long. The rubbermen had been circling earlier but I thought it was have been way to much for my guy. I mean yer he was in nice chaps and a harness, but these were not hiding anything they were into. A couple had “pig” on the front of the suit in big letters, and one who stood out to me had a yellow biohazard logo on one side of his chest, and a all round zip round his crotch. The idea of him playing with them was hot but I ruled it out. I know his limits, or so I thought. He had flipped himself onto his back and was taking the room in a bit, maybe his eyes were still adjusting since the blindfold was taken off, but then he did it. He sat up in front of the biohazard rubber guy, pulled him close by the hips and then very wet kissed and licked that warning logo. He saw it, he liked it and he was grinning at it. He was almost worshipping it with every lick and kiss. He clearly had not spotted me yet as he normally smiles at least to me to check I’m ok. Instead I saw him unzipping biohazard crotch zipper and getting a nice long but not to wide cock out. The rubber man was semi hard, and inches from my guys face. “He’s going to knowingly take a poz cock in his mouth while he’s not on prep!” I thought. But he didn’t. My guy just lay back holding that toxic cock in his hand between his legs, in his hand. Slowly he was guiding it straight into his wet hole with the cum left from the other guys. He must have known what this could mean. He inched more and more of that wet cock into his cummy hole till he bottomed out inside him. He just lay there groaning as the hazard guy just helped himself and fucked him how he wanted. It did not take long for them to get verbal with each other. “You like this cock in you? You want it’s seed? You know it’s going to knock you up? Bet your loving this you cum dump!”, and all he said back was “just fucking load me with that dirty poison!”. No sooner had he shouted it for most of the dark room to hear than the deep moans stopped from the rubbermen, and he just held my guys hips tight against him, clearly filling him with just what he asked for. This time no nice “thanks” or chat, my guy just pulled off that poison prick, sucked it clean, and left him standing as he left to go to another room. No attempt at covering what he did, not shame or worries, just carrying that load in him to enjoy in another spot in the club

Karel, my bad but best friend Preliminary remarks: This story is pure fiction! Similarities to real existing persons are purely coincidental, and not intended! Please do not understand this story as a call to share STDs, or to cause other physical and / or mental damage, and also not as a promotion to drug and alcohol consumption! All characters in this story are at least 18 years old (of age according to German law)! Since I have problems writing stories in the English / American language (grammar deficit), I write this story in German, and have it translated by deepl.com! Chapter 1: Introduction and: My best friend meets my younger brother Hello guys, my name is Chris, I'm 22 years old and I'm from Berlin. What is the best way to describe me? Slim with decent muscles (six pack) 1.75 meters tall, 62kg light, blond hair on my head, otherwise hairless. With what I have in my pants, I also do not need to hide, at least no woman has complained yet. Now we come to the far more difficult part, I still have to describe my brother and my best friend... ...until now I never really paid attention to it. Well my little brother's name is Sven, he turned a fresh 18, is like me blond and hairless (must run in the family). He is a little taller than me at 1.82 meters, but only weighs 58kg. That what he has less weight, however, he has more in his pants. My best friend is Karel, he is originally from Prague but has been living in Berlin with his parents for 15 years, he has brown hair and blue piercing eyes, he always shaves off his body hair. I met him 10 years ago when he came to my class. We became friends, did a lot of things together, and realized that our birthday was on the same day - Crazy, right? Karel and I graduated from high school together, and both studied architecture. At 18, Karel started going to McFit to work out. He tried to persuade me over and over again to come along, saying it couldn't hurt me to get some muscles. Well, a year ago he did it, I now also train my body, not as extreme as him, but at least a little bit. Of course, it was not left out that we stood together in the shower, and I could see what dangles there with him. I became envious of the sheer size of his cock. That must be erect at least 22cm, and really thick. He had also gotten a few tattoos over the years, with 18 a black tribial on the left arm with a red central logo, with 19 a green scorpion with red blood drops was added to the right groin, with 20 then the next tattoo, a revolver on the left groin. But the scorpion has surprised me the most so far, because we are both from the zodiac sign Aquarius. But I digress. I wanted to tell how it came about that Karel met my brother. It was the Friday after the birthday of Sven, I assumed that he would once again at some party with friends or in some Berlin club his mischief, as often on the weekend. Our parents (I could rely on them) were in Zurich for the weekend as usual, so we could study in peace. I thought. I want to digress from the topic for a moment, and describe my parents' house. The house has two floors plus a basement. On the first floor there is the spacious eat-in kitchen, the guest toilet right next to the entrance, my parents' bedroom with dressing room and private bathroom, my teenager's room with private bathroom, our father's study, and our mother's study, which was originally Sven's room. This room also has its own bathroom. But Sven preferred to move to the attic because the guest rooms up there were more spacious than his old room. That was on his 16th birthday. We actually have 6 guest rooms, now one is dropped. But that doesn't matter at all, since we rarely have a guest. The guest rooms have one special feature, always two rooms share a bathroom. So, enough about the living situation, let's get back to the actual topic. I had given Karel the room next to my brother, as always when he stayed with me. Sven was never there, until now. We didn't even notice my brother when we brought Karel's clothes upstairs, because Sven was completely too stoned in his bed, and didn't move. Karel and I had made ourselves comfortable in the kitchen to study, drank the one or other beer, when we were overcome by tiredness at about 11 pm. Karel went upstairs and I went to my room. I just managed to undress and fell asleep in my bed. What happened that night I know only from stories. When Karel arrived upstairs in his guest room, he also undressed, then entered the bathroom to take a shower. While Karel was showering, Sven woke up with a full bladder, so he got up and staggered into the bathroom to piss. I'm afraid I have to interject again to say something to my brother. Sven always sleeps naked, when he wakes up at night to piss, or to satisfy his hunger in the living room kitchen, he just also goes naked through the house, this is completely normal for him. Now back to the bathroom: After Sven had finished pissing, he turned around and caught sight of Karel, while Karel was already eyeing him as he came in. Sven faced Karel with his mouth open, started drooling, and his penis started growing as well. Karel started to smile wickedly. What happened after that? Will come in the sequel.

Hello to everyone...short story...i was in a relationship until november last year. We broke up because essentially i want to have fun. Beginning of jan, i was invited to my first gangbang...i got fucked all night from 5 tops. I can describe the feeling of the cum inside me, as the best thing in my life and now i cannot stop thinking about getting loaded... But i wanna do it properly from now on...no loads refused and regularly....long sessions since i can get rough fucked for hours with no struggle. Will be 1 month in Berlin in February...then 1 month in NYC and 2 in los angeles where i will live forever probably...any help? Suggestions? I also have the fetish of having a Master that locks my cock, and releases me only after a certain amount of loads has been reached...amount that will progressively grow up, making me willing to improve my cumdumping skills. Also willing to be recorded. Ty 🙂

While this is all fiction, I would love this to happen in real life. We had been planning on going out for a while. We rarely go to fetish club nights but at the annual fetish week we tend to hit a few events. The other half is two yearsyounger than me, six foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks about 25, and has a thin toned body. This of course makes him very popular when it comes to play sessions, but he tends to not play to much, getting shy at clubs or not making the first move. This time it was going to change, or at least I hoped it would. We had both put rubber on for the evening. I was in my full suit, black and blue codpiece, and he was in his black rubber chaps with a yellow stripe, a jock and a black and yellow harness. You can tell, he was more into piss play, but I loved cum play. I was not really a chaser as on prep, but loved playing with Poz guys and cum-swapping with them, but my other half never took to prep, but always played safe. Different horses for different courses you could say. Knowing that a Poz loads was into me was hot as hell To me, but not his thing at all. Tonight, I wanted the other half to feel that, but not sure he would take to being fucked openly in a club. After being in the club for an hour and chatted to a few people he went off to the piss play space. I saw him getting into it and getting wet, but also more horny and for the first time in ages bending over more around guys. Clearly he was in the mood to be fucked. This got me rock hard, and also thinking. I left him to it and went for a walk about the club. After 15 minutes I saw a skin guy, looked about 30, cock out and clearly wanting to get some action. He had his bleacher jeans open, an alpha jacket on, polo shirt and looked cute as fuck, not like most skins in the club. I went over and started to rub his cock and went to suck it a bit getting that salty precum taste in my mouth. Just when I was getting into it the other half came over to join. He was still a bit wet and smelling of piss and rubber. He pulled my head up to kiss me and rubbed his arse off the skin guy, sliding between us to face me, with his arse to the skin. It looked really hot his bare arse showing through his chaps and rubber jock. The guy groaned a bit and started to rub his cock off my other half arse. We kept kissing and he was getting a lot more into it. Breathing heavy, thrusting and rubbing off me. I moved back a little but he carried on. That's when I realised the skin was inside him. I reach round, and no rubber on his cock, but my guy did not know. I thought about tell him but he was really into this guys cock inside him, so I just carried on too. The guy was building pace a bit but kept slowing off as well. Clearly me was holding off trying to cum just yet. After 15 minutes of the guy raw inside my other half, he was sweaty, and took off his jacket, that's when I looked over my guys shoulder, and saw biohazard tattoo on the skins arm. Of course with his back to him my partner could not see. Undetectable guys tend to play raw more, but thought best to check. I stopped kissing my guy to kiss the skin lad, making my partner bend right over so the skin could go in deeper. We made out for a few minutes and I whispered in the skins ear, ”nice tatt, your undetectable right?”, he went back to kissing me and then whispered back, ”no mate, toxic at the moment”. He's been fucking my guy raw for at least 20 minutes now, raw, working his Poz cock into him. I should tell my other half but this guys slowed down fucking, so clearly holding off cumming. I asked if he was close, and he smiled. He leaned in and said ” I've already cum once, but I just want to work that load deeper. He's so wet and lose now, it's been a big dump in him.” Before I knew it, he we building speed again, and this time I held his hips deep and hard as he fucked my guy. He was going to drop a second toxic load into him, and my guy had no idea if was Poz. My guy reached behind him, feeling the guys we about to cum, and roughly pulled the skin deep as he could just as he was cumming. Loading telling the skin ”fuck me hard, make me your fucking skin boy”. He came loudly and grunted as he loaded him for the second time. My guy did not let him pull put, and held his hips keeping him inside him. Still inside his arse, the skin pulled the black bomber jacket back on, covering his tattoo up. As he pulled out my guys arse, I saw cum dribble a bit out of him, and a the skin had a small red smear down his shaft. He must really have been going on rough. He fingered my guys arse hard, making his gasp, then kissed his neck and walked away. I went back to kissing my other half, him not knowing the toxic cum working it's way into his body

More and more, I have found myself immediately gravitating towards extreme gay pornography when my balls need draining. I simply cannot get enough of cock and ass. I know the whole prolapse aka rose bud thing isn't for everyone, but man let me tell you, every time i watch the raunchiest anal gaping and prolapse videos I cum so fucking hard i swear im going to give myself s heart attack. Like videos where they have those huge dick dildos that suction cup to the floor and they squat over it and bounce on it. But my absolute favorite part is near the ending when on the up stroke and let it slide out of there a****** all that lube comes webbing out and drooling out and it just looks like batches of hot sticky seed. And then their a****** is so open and they push that wonderful f****** fleshy prolapse s*** hole out and and just looks so f****** inviting.

To me if a bottom has a cock pic, they are more versatile or versatile bottom. I think it’s just part of the spectrum reality, some of us are total bottom and don’t want our penis touched, but there varying degrees of Top and bottom in between

"Milo"? Are you implying his name isn't Milo? That seems like a weird hill to set your flag on. And hey, you're the one who brought up us needing our own JK. You offered up no options, so I did. Sorry if my choice doesn't meet your undisclosed expectations? Actually, no, I'm not sorry. You're kind of a dick, aren't you?

I very much appreciate the difficulty of doing s Top’s work well - there’s a great deal of difference in excellent Topping and poor Topping, and I’ve had plenty of both to compare them. Just achieving and maintaining an erection over a long effort can be a challenge, never mind reaching climax. And dealing with bottoms who are fussy, pushy, selfish, greedy, or haven’t bothered to prepare is no doubt a pain in the ass. The sense of your comment, though, sounds like you’re saying that the main difficulty you face is that there’s too much ass that needs to be fucked and not enough hours in the day. Would that all Tops were so diligent. But in fact, there being such a glut of bottoms means you have your pick, and no obligation to service them all. Of course, many a bottom would ask the same question, whether Tops appreciate how difficult it is to bottom - spending sometimes hours in cleanout and prep, uncomfortably restricting diet and rinsing out intestines just to get ready for a single Top (who may or may not flake), and spending weeks or months in difficult and painful hole-stretching to be able to accommodate those eager cocks and fists. On top of which there being stiff competition for the Tops that are available. A talented, eager, eager-to-please Top is like gold; in the view of some, an eager-to-please-himself Top is like platinum. But a Top who Tops badly is worth far less.

Ruin't, routed out holes are the best. Especially when the gape makes that hollowed out negative suction noise.

I'm 54 and my boy is 23. He can't get enough Daddy cock. I fuck him every day at least once and he still wants more. He loves it when I get my buddies over to group breed his ass. I love it when he brings his buddies over for me to fuck.

@harrysmith25 - Had you simply focused on proposing your legitimate question as to how LGBT interests can remain vital and relevant in a shifting and polarized political climate, you might have found yourself taken mote seriously. As it is, you instead burdened your inquiry with hyperbole and a plethora of references and descriptions that betray strong political and social assumptions on your part. In a single screed you manage to find a way to be offensive to people on the political left (‘lefties’), Trans persons (‘trannies’), senior citizens (‘fickle as toddlers’), and by inference anyone who supports the current President. In particular, calling those on the left ‘bloodthirsty, nasty goons’ and piling absurd insults onto Biden (‘ornery, borderline-senile’) make it crystal clear that your political philosophy is not that of a reasonable centrist, but rather that of an entrenched partisan on the right. The most telling passage is where you suggest (and this appears to be the core of your argument) is that gay men need to find a target similar to JK Rowling to harrass in order to draw political attention - as though such negative tactics ever persuaded anyone if anything - any sensible person should reject that uncivil nonsense out-of-hand as nothing more than a furtherance of the trend toward collapse of civil public discourse. A trend aptly illustrated, by the way, by your over-the-top ad hominem attacks on anyone who challenges you - such tactics are the mark of someone with a limited capacity for rational debate. This isn’t an interpretation; this is a textual analysis of what you yourself wrote. If you come across as an insensitive right-wing reactionary, you have only your own words to blame. As @JimInWisc correctly notes, there are legitimate concerns for LGBT rights in many areas of the country, issues raised by the actions, or threatened actions not of the ‘lefties’, but of those on the political right. Your proposed solutions would only pour gasoline on a dumpster fire.

Part 4 The inevitable happened. The hostage got royally fucked by Cuntbuster. Before Caio move onto the bed, someone injected some chemicals at the base of his cock. And soon enough, Cuntbuster went rigid like a steel pipe. It was a massive weapon, thick and vicious with a glistening PA sitting like a crown on the cockhead. The hostage went frantic when Caio came into his view. No gag would have silenced such screams. Chains were rattling like a melody. - Honestly, he should get an award for his acting. I said out loud. Leo was next to me and gave me a weird look. Caio shoved all his cock deep in the guy ass in his first assault. Cuntbuster had defeated his adversary in one single plunge. Any resistance was futile. Game was over. - Like an oven down there and soon you will bake Cuntbuster poz babies. The hostage was now bouncing on the mattress, impaling himself back, at each thrust. In normal circumstance, I would have worried at the scene before me and felt sorry for the guy, but the not-so diluted tranquilizer in Leo’s homemade iced tea was still blurring my reality. - You sweat. Hope you didn’t catch a bug you don’t want. Here, drink some iced tea, it might help. The scene went along for few more minutes. Caio came in his victim ass with a victory roar, pulled out, leaving a ruined body behind him. Another guy, pretty hung (of course), took his place and started fucking. In two steps, Caio was in front of me. - Mind and pupils relaxed. Can’t be more ready than this. Leo pried my mouth open, inserting a Viagra and an aspirin. - Here take these and drink this I was given a glass of an infect beverage, except this iced tea was warmer and had a different taste. I pushed back the glass. - I'm out of iced tea. This is all I got. So drink. If I’d knew better, I would say it was piss. I looked at a grinning Leo suspiciously. As soon as the thought crossed my mind it vanished immediately. Nah, he’s way too nice of a man, he wouldn’t do that kind of prank. - Let’s take a break, you and me, I’ll teach you a thing or two. Caio hooked his hand inside the waistband of my jeans and dragged me to the nearest bed available. *** I was still very calm, and I was able to focus. My span of attention was getting better. I was hard and horny now. In a malleable mind-state. A great condition to get fucked even if you don’t want to. Caio was cuddling me and marking me with a lot of hickeys. Cuntbuster was nudging my balls between my legs. One hand was mauling a nipple while with the other one he was lazily giving me a five-knuckle-shuffle on my cock. - Sshhh, pretty boy, I know you are reluctant to have Cuntbuster shoved up your virgin ass… I just nodded. No, it’s a lie. I wasn’t just nodding. I was also voluntary rocking my ass lightly against Caio’s lower abs. The warmth of his body was soothing, and I needed to cum. - Feel this, boy. Feel how it’s smooth, how smooth it will feel when I slide it home. Tell me how bad you want it, how bad you want me to share my toxic load with you. Cuntbuster was pulsing like it had a life of his own. I looked down to both cocks and was mesmerized by the sight. Caio’s cock was definitely bigger than mine, but I had nothing to be ashamed. - Raise your leg Two fingers found their way to my hole. Even in my straight-guy mind, I knew that I would never let a girl dry fuck me with her fingers or objects, although no girl I shagged would have come willingly near my ass. It was hard enough to convince them to get a blow job, except Prissy at the bar. Caio’s fingers were insisting - Lube… please… - Since you're asking so nicely He collected some precum from both cocks and smeared it over my hole. He repeated the process a couple of time. I took over masturbating our cocks, one against the other. - This is the yin and the yang of the cocks. The good and the bad. The pure and the evil. The neg and the poz. Like a mantra, Caio's was whispering a lot of things, interrupted here and there by tongue foraging my ear. The hand was back at my bruised nipple. Caio had stretched it to a pencil eraser size. Now he was back at it, torturing it between his fingers which was sending weird feelings down my spine, but mostly to my cock. The precum-wet fingers were crawling in my ass. - It hurts - A finger or two in your in ass is not pain. You must know that when Cuntbuster is going to fuck you up the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. - Ten times? - Only if you are a poor fuck. If you are good, pretty boy, I will fuck you so much that your ass will never remember being virgin. - I’m not gay. I want a girlfriend, and... - Not anymore, no more girlfriends for you, no more pussies. - But… - Sshhh, pretty boy, gay or not, Cuntbuster doesn’t care, so why would you? - Because it’s my ass? - You’re wrong again my naïve boy. It is not just your ass. It is a sheltered home for all Cuntbuster poz babies and his toxic friends. The intimacy created by Caio felt good, despite the fact he was a guy. I can’t blame Dad if this how he felt? I was scared and not totally committing to gay sex, and even less to have unprotected sex with a poz guy. - I need to piss - Now? - Too much iced tea… Caio jump out the bed and tilted his head for me to come along. We cross the décor set back to the dungeon where a black guy was fucking the hostage in a pretzel position. - Make Room Caio took hold of my hard on - Put it in I obeyed. - Well, what are you waiting for? Piss! That was insane, but I really need to go. - Sorry, I said to the hostage which cause a genuine laugh amongst the porn actors.

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

chapter three it must have been less than 5 minutes with him lay there, exposed and hole starting to drip that toxic load out of him onto the cold club floor, but must have felt an eternity for my guy. I briefly looked up to see who was around and just as I did so someone came out of the dark and moved between my leaking partners legs. He was over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and dressed head to toe in black leather. He stood out in the club as he clearly enjoyed the gym, but had just hit that sweet spot of toned, muscular but not overbuilt. He was wearing black boots, leather jeans and a black biker jacket open with nothing under it. I could see his amazing body and then there was that face, just a bit of stubble on his dark tanned skin and blue eyes that stood out in the dark. He was stunning, I could see that, but my man had no idea who was stood rubbing between his legs. I could tell the leather guy was shy, almost a bit of a newbie to the scene by the way he did not just help himself, but looked to me for approval. I moved down to stand behind him and leaned him a little closer in so he could kiss my boy. I must have unleashed an animal as the leather guy just started kissing and spitting into my guy's mouth. I started to rub his cock through his leathers and that's when I found it. He must have been at least 8 inches and was not even fully hard. I unzipped and lowered his jeans so his cock could rest against my boys lubed up cock and balls. He stood back up straight and leaned back to me asking “is this guy poz?”, “not sure now, he took a poz load earlier” was all I could whisper back. The idea of my guy being poz made me so hard. The leatherman carried on “that's cool then, was checking as I’m strictly poz for poz fucks”. That answered my question before I even asked it. He stepped back a bit and then just pushed slowly into his hole to the root. He was not going to hold off or take his time, he knew what he wanted, as my other half groaned deeply. He started to fuck his hole using the last guy's load as lube, the sling moved back and forth so he could push in and rock back and forth along with his cock. I stood back and watched, letting him just use my guy, who had not asked questioned or even checked i was still there. The leather guy was building speed and starting to talk dirty right in my guys blind folded face. “you like that raw dick in you? you want my cum? you REALLY want it? you want me to breed you? Tell me how badly you want it!” he said it “breed you” but would my other half work out what he meant? would he pull back in shock? The all I heard was his voice in the dark, “breed my fucking filthy loaded hole with your seed!”, what the fuck! This was so hot it pushed the leather man over the edge and he just pushed in deep, grunting slightly and his hips jolting as he shot stream after stream of poz cum into my guy. He stood there inside him for a few minutes to catch his breath, and then leaned forward to tell him “your one sloppy slut back there, and so fucking hot. If you want to see who just shot in you, just look for the leather man with the wet dick. I might need to get you in leather soon as it would suit your look if your up for it.” the only reply he got back was “ANYTHING you want to do to this body you can. You breed it, you own it”. With that, he kissed him deeply again, pulled his softening cock out of my guys hole, and vanished back off into the dark of the club.

1. Nathan I'm a professional photographer. Most of the time, my work involves taking pictures of stuff for catalogs. It's boring, but it pays the bills. Every once in a while, I get to do something more interesting, like someone who needs better pictures for online dating, or occasionally, my friend Thomas needs pictures for his porn movie business. I met Jason through Thomas. Thomas needed some stills of Jason for the website, and his usual photographer was on vacation. Generally, Thomas had twinky little boys in his movies, which didn't do much me. He had given me all three of Jason's movies, and I waited until the night before to even look at the cover. As I expected, most of the models did nothing for me, except for Jason. Rather than a skinny eighteen year-old, he was muscular. Not quite big enough to be a football player, but still, incredible muscles and a big cock. I watched all of his scenes intently, and although he always was the top, it seemed like he was genuinely into it, making out with the other boys, and sometimes even going down on them. Thomas didn't particularly care if his models wore condoms or not, which meant that only the most puritanical of them did. Jason was no exception, and all of his scenes ended with a huge unprotected cum shot right into the eager hole of the bottom. He was always hard enough to stick his cock in again at the end, and work the jizz a ittle deeper in. I ended the evening eager to see him in person. Jason was right on time, arriving at my place a few minutes before the six o'clock appointment. In real life, he was a little shorter than I expected; right about my height at 5'8", and maybe twenty pounds heavier than me, around 200lbs. Of course, all of that was extra muscle. He had close-cropped brown hair, and was clean shaven. At the time, I worried that I was reading too much into it, but there seemed to be an immediate attraction between us. I found him easy to work with. We started talking about each other, and he quickly volunteered that he was twenty, just out of high school, but waiting on college. He had been on the wrestling team and had been working out extensively ever since, which explained the musculature. He had brought a few different items of clothing, and I asked him to wear a tank top, a jock strap, and a pair of jeans. He started to change right in front of me, so I took the opportunity to start taking pictures. He was a natural show-off, letting me get pictures of his chest, nipples, slowly revealing his cock and ass. One thing I found interesting was that it always seemed easier to get pictures of his ass than his cock. It was almost like he was hiding his dick, and showing off his ass. That was odd behavior for a top, but I wasn't complaining. As he pulled on the jock strap for the actual photo shoot, I got a perfect shot of his ass. He even spread his cheeks, allowing me a great view of his hole. It had a little bit of fur around it, but was mostly smooth. After he was done dressing for the shoot, we moved over to where I had the lights set up. He started to pose for me, still showing off his amazing butt. I wanted to get into it, but thought he was just being a cocktease. "I've watched a few of your films. Are you always a top, even off camera?" I asked. "So, far, yes," Jason replied. "Yes? Have you thought about bottoming before?" "Thomas really wants me to bottom. But it would have to be for the right man, of course." "Who would be the right man?" I asked. We continued to take pictures as we talked. Jason had removed his tank top and was now slowly unbuttoning his jeans, revealing his white jock strap. "He's got to be male. Probably about my height, muscular, a beard, a hairy chest, a wicked smile, a nice body." He was looking right at me as he said, "and amazing green eyes." I didn't need any more hints to realize that he was describing me. "And would you let him fuck you bareback as well?" "I think so." "Would it be a problem if the top was poz?" "Yes, but..." He stopped talking for a bit, and I moved in as he let his jeans fall to the ground, continuing to take pictures. He went on, slowly, "I don't give my bottom a choice. I always fuck them bareback. To me, it seems disrespectful to make a top wear a rubber." He turned around, letting me see his perfect ass, framed by the white jock strap he was wearing. He bent down slightly, letting me get a glimpse of his hole. There was a spray of hair around his hole. He tried to say something, but he kept starting over. Finally, "I want to feel your skin next to mine," clearly emphasizing the word 'your'. I thought this was where he was going, but I hadn't wanted to get my hopes up. But with his admission, I knew I was going to spill my seed inside of him tonight, and decided I wanted it now. I lowered my camera, and moved in, starting to lick his ass a bit. He moaned as my tongue reached his virgin hole, pushing himself against my face. I could feel my beard rubbing against his ass cheeks, getting my tongue right into his hole. We didn't say anything for a while. We just got used to our new closeness, no longer hiding our desires and needs. Jason clearly needed to be fucked. As I pushed my tongue into him, I could feel how tight and hot his hole was, and how he pushed against me, trying to get anything and everything into him. As we worked together to loosen him up, he finally managed to put together a coherent sentence, "Please. Breed me tonight." That was all I needed to hear. I put down my camera, and told him to join me over in the bed. I got out some lube and poppers. He took the poppers and did a hit, as I started to finger him. It was clear from how tight he was, he hadn't been fucked much, if any. But, between his new found desire to get bred and the poppers, we quickly got first one, then two, and finally three fingers into him. From my experience, my dick was a little thicker than that, but I wanted him to really feel his first fuck. "Are you ready?" I asked. He nodded, "Yeah, I am." He reached down and felt my cock. It was hard as a rock, bobbing in the air, sniffing out his hole. "And you too, I can see." "Oh, yeah, I definitely am," I replied, as I arranged him on his back, put his muscular legs on my shoulders, and started to tease his hole with my cockhead. "You want this in you?" "Fuck yes." He took a long hit on the poppers, which was my cue to start working my cock into him. "Go slowly," he asked. "Don't worry. I want this to feel good for both of us." As much as I wanted to slam all eight raw inches right into him, I knew that would risk hurting him, and he'd want to stop. I did my best to go slowly, first getting the head inside of him. As it popped in, his face froze. I paused, just feeling the warmth of his hole. Finally, he relaxed and got used to my presence inside of him, letting me slide a little further in. "Ok?" I asked. He nodded, and I pressed in another inch or so. This time, there was no grimace of pain. "It feels good. Amazing." I pushed in another two inches, feeling my cock get enveloped in his hot and tight hole. After a few more seconds to get used to it, he asked, "Don't stop, please?" And I was only too happy to oblige. I took my time to get all the way into him. He was tight, as befitted an anal virgin, but was relaxing and opening up quickly. I had worked my way in carefully, and soon felt my balls hit his ass. I didn't rush it, but took my time, working up to the steady, insistent pistoning that was a man fucking another man. I paused, and stared into his handsome face. He was staring at me, an involuntary smile of happiness on him. "Can I ask you a question?" he asked. "Sure." "How long have you been poz?" "About ten years now," I answered. "How did you get it?" He didn't look scared. It was just pure curiosity. I didn't mind. He had let into the most secret part of himself. The least I could do was let him find out about me. "Like this. Letting tops fuck me bareback." I pushed all the way into him. I didn't want him to forget I was still invading him. My cock was an integral part of his body now. "Did you know they were poz?" "Some yes, some no. It's a story for a different time." I leaned down and kissed him, letting our tongues and spit mix. Of course, with me on top of him, he got more of my tongue and spit. That was the way I wanted it now. There would be other times later to get his spit and cum in me. "This should be about you, not me. It's nearly your first fuck and your first bareback fuck." "I know." "Did you know anything would happen, even fucking me when you came over here?" I asked him. I could feel the heat coming off his muscular chest, as each stroke into his warm ass let me rub up against him. "No. I hadn't planned on anything. Anything at all." "So having a poz cock injecting a load into your ass is a big surprise?" "Very much." He arched his back, pushing himself down on my penis. Once more we reached the limit of penetration, his hole hitting the base of my shaft, asking "You are going to give me your load, right?" "Yes, of course I am." By then, I couldn't have pulled out of him even if he had begged me. I wanted to breed him so badly. "What made you want my cock? My load?" "I wanted to do something with you the minute I saw you. I don't know what it was. The way you looked? The way you acted? The way you smelled?" He buried his nose in my neck, taking a deep scent. "You were so fucking male, I needed to mate with you somehow." "And you were willing to give up your hole?" "After a minute around you, I would have done anything you wanted. This is hardly a sacrifice. Your cock buried in me is something I want. And your cum in me is something I fucking need." I could feel a shudder run through his body. It was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. "Everything ok?" I asked, but I didn't stop pushing myself into him. His hole was far too warm and welcoming for me to pull out unless he begged me hard. And even then, I would have continued. "Oh, fuck yeah. You feel so amazing, your cock in me. You're dripping pre-cum, aren't you?" "Yeah, I am. A lot. It's hard to be in a man like you and not be marking the territory." "You should. Now, there will always be a bit of you in me." I pulled out almost all the way, and shoved my cock into him. "Or a lot of me in you." He smiled. "Are you scared?" I asked. "Of? Getting pozzed?" "Yeah. A part of my mind is screaming about it, telling me to run away before I make the biggest mistake of my life. But mostly, I think this is what I've needed for a really long time. I've just never known it. It feels so good, you inside me, skin to skin. I am so thankful you find me hot enough to leak pre-cum in me. And how perfect it will be when your cock injects me with your seed." After that explanation, I only wanted to fuck him harder. I wanted to get my poz cum deep into him, to breed him the way we both wanted it to happen. I flipped him onto his knees, getting him doggy style. I loved this position; it gave me the ability to explore every aspect of him, and kept him from pulling away too much. But I need not have worried. He leaned back onto my cock at the perfect times, making sure we coupled as easily and as deeply as possible. It must have been at least ten minutes of hard fucking. I was leaking so much pre-cum that we never needed more lube, despite my pulling all the way out, and slamming back home. Only the first one of those got a gasp of pain from him. After that, "Fuck yeah," and "Give it to me" were responses. Although I didn't tell him this outright, my main goal was to rough up his hole a bit. If I had a choice, I wish I hadn't been dripping as much pre-cum. I knew the pre-cum was a pretty potent mix, so I didn't worry too much about him not getting enough of my gifts into his system. We switched positions, back to him on his back, his legs on my shoulders. I was driving into him deep, enjoying how hot he was inside. We would kiss, and feel my hairy chest against his smooth skin, our sweaty muscles alternately sticking to each other, and gliding across each other. I paused for a second, and almost pulled out, just the head of my cock remaining inside. He looked right at me, on his face a blissed-out smile. "What are you thinking?" he asked me. "How much I love being inside you. How much I enjoy dripping my pre-cum into you, how much I get off on pushing myself deeper into you," I said. "And you?" He closed his eyes, and I pushed back into him letting my cock sink all the way. I stopped only when I could feel my balls hit his ass. He gasped a little, but I knew he could take it. "When I've fucked guys, I've never understood why they would beg me for my cum," he said. "Now I really understand their need for cum. My need for cum." "You want my load?" "Fuck yeah. I need your poison in me. Deep in me." "You know there is no turning back? No second chances." "I know, and I don't care. All I want right now is for you to cum inside me, and let me carry your dirty seed all night long." "I want nothing else." I grabbed the bottle of poppers, and took a long hit. I put it under his nose, and let him take a hit. He motioned that he was good, but I left it there a little longer. I wanted him to really enjoy this last assault on his ass. I took one more hit before putting the bottle aside. I waited for the poppers to hit both of us. Then I began my final battle with his hole, determined to win. I pulled all the way out, just the tip of my cock still inside him. Then I slammed into him, pushing myself a bit deeper into him. I wanted to make sure his hole was well-plowed before I shot my wad. I took no risks that my pozcum wouldn't find fertile ground to grow in this beautiful man. His face was a contorted mass of pain and pleasure. I know the constant pounding was starting to hurt him a bit, but he wanted my cum so badly, it didn't matter to him. My balls were pulling in tight and my cock was dripping pre-cum in a constant stream. I couldn't hold off much longer, and we both knew it. "Please. I need it," he managed to gasp out, between my insistent, hard stokes, and his gulps of air. That was all I needed to hear to push me over the edge. I took one more stroke out and then a deep thrust in. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I could feel the first squirt of jizz leave my cock and enter him. All my rational control disappeared with my orgasm. I held onto him tightly, keeping his body pinned down as my hips thrashed wildly, forcing my cock in and out. The stimulation kept me cumming, a second spurt, a third, and a fourth, filling his hole with my seed. It seemed never to end. He had a hungry ass that kept on milking my cock, not letting me pull out and greedily holding on to every drop of seed I pumped out. We were locked at the lips as well, kissing deeply. The fifth and sixth spurts were a little weaker; my hips were slowing down, and I was able to make a conscious effort to stay deep, making sure I got my load where his defenses were weakest. The seventh spurt was my last. I kept my cock in him, massaging my load into his delicate, bare insides. We stayed in position, his legs still on my shoulders, my cock still lodged inside of him. The last drops of my load were dripping out, collecting with the rest of my sperm inside of him. I was still kissing him; his mouth was still full with my tongue. He broke off for a second and asked, "So, is that it?" "What do you mean? I definitely have another load for you tonight. And more tomorrow." "No. I meant, am I poz now?" "Oh. That. Probably not. It takes a lot more than a single fuck, no matter how good, to get pozzed up." I couldn't read his face. "Having second thoughts? Is that a good thing?" "No. I don't know. Yes. I'm not going back. And I want to do this many more time. I'm going to get at least one more load from you tonight." He smiled. "Don't worry. You'll get at least one more. Maybe two." I shifted a bit, taking the weight off my knees, and letting my dick slowly slide out of his hole. There was a pop sound and little bit of white cream dribbled out with my cock. I reached down and rubbed the cum into his hole. He laughed slightly. "What's funny?" I asked. "Last weekend, I did an orgy scene for Thomas. I was the last of five guys to fuck Todd. When I finally pulled my cock out of him, he made the same sound." "And now you're making it with only one top." "Yeah. At the time, I remember thinking how nasty the bottom was. I mean, he was way hot, but Todd had only met me before. He took all of our cocks and jizz. Total strangers to him." "And now?" "I'm jealous of him. He got five loads in him, from five guys. I got one, but from a very hot guy." I lay down beside him. He shifted around, his head falling in my arm, his head encircled by my armpits. "Damn. Your pits smell awesome." "You felt so good to be inside of. I want to get back inside you. I need to breed you again," I replied.

The Private Party So I was on that barebacking site, you know which one. I just happened to look at the Private Parties section. Usually these are organized by a bottom guy who is looking for tops and doesn't really want any other bottoms there. This time I was pleasantly surprised to find a party where not only was the organizer a versatile top, most of the other people signed up to attend were or were tops or versatile. And it wasn't just a couple of attendees, there were already 8 people signed up. I started to look at the profiles of the organizer and the other attendees. Very hot. I could already feel my little cock start to tingle in anticipation. I've always had a fantasy about showing up at a party like this and when I get there being locked into a chastity device and then into the kind of bondage spreader bar which leaves a guy ass up and helpless to prevent anyone from using him as they see fit. I messaged the host for an invitation and asked him if it was OK if I was locked in a chastity cage and a spreader bar, He messaged me back saying I was invited and that would be great. I went to the toy/lingere store near where I live that carries a fairly large assortment of bondage toys. I picked out a spreader bar that looked sturdy. The lady at the counter gave me a wink and a smirk as I paid. So now I'm getting ready for the party. Taking a shower, shaving myself in all the right places. Applying good smelling lotion. Thoroughly cleaning myself out with many enema bottles. Lubing up my hole and sliding a large plug in. Putting on my cage and locking it securely in place. Putting on a jock so my ass will be exposed and ready. When I get there the host greets me at the door and recognizes me since I am carrying a spreader bar. When I am inside I strip down and remove the plus. He takes my clothes and the plug, putting them in a bag for safe keeping. tells me I can go set up in a corner and he'll have someone help me get locked up. He motions over a guy dressed in leather gear and asks him if he'd give me a hand. He says he would love to. We go over in the corner and I get down on all fours and he fastens my arms and legs to the spreader bar. I am now ass up and totally helpless to stop anyone from having free access to my hole. Other guys are milling around, a few are making out and I hear the moans and groans of others as they are sucking each other off or fucking. The guy admires his handiwork and gives my ass a smack. Other people seem to notice and soon a group forms. The leather guy starts to slide his hard, thick dick up and down my crack until the tip catches my hole, then he slides it in making me groan out in pleasure. He starts a slow in-out motion and his dick is long enough it is hitting my prostate and soon it is making my little cock confined in its cage drool pre cum. Someone notices and says "Look at that sissy clit drip!" while he reaches down and wipes some up with his finger and then puts it to my mouth making me taste my own seed. After a while the leather guy fucking me starts to pick up his pace, his low hanging balls which had been slapping my taint pulling up tight to his body and I know I'm about to take his load. As I feel his cock throb and his cum blasting deep inside me he bends down to my ear and says "did the host tell you that this isn't just a bareback party, it is a conversion party?" I cry out "No!", but I should have known because so many of the attendees had status "Ask me". He rests for a second and says "Well, now you know, and there was your first poz load". He barely has a chance to pull out before another guy starts sliding his big dick into my now well used hole. One by one guys pound my ass and fill it with their hot loads, many of them telling me things like that they had stopped their meds weeks ago in anticipation of this party. I can feel lube and cum dribbling out of my ass and down my leg every time one of them pulls out. I lose track of how many loads I take, but it has to be close to a dozen. Eventually I hear the host tell me the party will be ending soon and it is his turn. I feel his dick slide into my now stretched out hole, but he has to be one of the biggest I've ever taken because it still stretches me out more. He pounds me long and hard and then groans out as he cums, telling me he had been waiting to seed me all night and that his VL was very high so it was the guarantee that I'd be knocked up for sure. He and the leather guy then release me from the spreader bar and I am handed the bag with my clothes in it. I dress, my little cock still trapped in its cage and then drive home. When I get there I unlock my cage and as I'm pulling my little cock I get an email from the host inviting me to next month's party. I can't wait.

'I am having a fag' has a completely different meaning in the UK to the US for example. If a UK smoker (a fag to most people here is a cigarette), said that in the wrong circles in the US, at best he'll get a strange look, but at worse who knows!

I think you’ve eloquently put what I (perhaps more clumsily) was trying to say: that these waters are more difficult to navigate than we sometimes think. As others have said, language is always evolving. And there are regional and geographical differences, too. What might be terribly offensive in the US, say, might be less so over here. And vice versa.

Thanks for that follow bud!

Chapter 5: The Voice Joey and Dean stared at each other for a moment, and then Dean took his hand and pulled him into the crowd to dance. They danced together for a few minutes, moving easily into a common rhythm until their two bodies were moving almost as one. But something still seemed a bit off. Dean couldn’t help noticing that Joey was looking a bit distracted, a bit “not all there,” and certainly not abandoning himself to the music as much as he had when they first met in Montreal. Dean leaned close to his ear and spoke loudly. “Is everything all right?” Joey looked at him for another minute, and then replied in the same way. “Fine, I guess. But I’d really like to talk. Let’s step outside for a minute.” They stepped out of the party room. The lobby area was busy and noisy too, but not nearly as loud as the blasting music inside. Joey thought for another long moment, and then came to a decision. “Dean, let’s go to my hotel – not for sex, I really need to talk with you.” Dean agreed at once. “Suits me, I wore myself out there!” Half an hour later, Dean and Joey, having decamped the party, were sitting together over a quiet drink in the bar of the hotel. It had been a pleasant surprise to discover that they were not only staying in the same place, but actually on the same floor. Joey had picked a quiet table over against the wall with no one else sitting close by. “Truth be told, Dean, I was really happy to see you again. You’ve been on my mind a lot, and I’m not sure exactly why. It seems like ages since I saw you that other time.” “Not surprising. I’ve been pretty much at home on the west coast for the last year – well, apart from a couple of quick visits to South Beach.” “Well, as I said, you’ve kept popping up in my mind recently. A couple of times, I could have sworn I heard your voice, but there was no sign of you anywhere.” “That’s interesting, because I hadn’t been particularly thinking about you, although of course I remembered you as soon as I saw you.” Joey took a sip of his wine, almost as if to bolster his nerves. “Look, Dean, I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “I’d say that depends on whether you’re doing something flagrantly illegal or not. There are limits.” Joey chuckled. “Nothing like that, but it is definitely strange. Look, let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you what I’m going on about.” “Okay. I promise to keep it quiet.” They polished off the drinks, and then went upstairs. Dean found himself idly wondering what sort of weird sexual kink Joey was about to disclose to him. Once they got to Joey’s room, Joey said, “Okay. Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to go down the hall to your room, go in, close the door, and wait.” Joey stood at the door, watched Dean go down the hall, and close his door. Then Joey went inside his own room and closed his door…. …and appeared a moment later inside Dean’s room, standing right beside Dean again. Then he shook his head, baffled. “Dean! You don’t even look surprised!” “Well, maybe that’s because….” Dean vanished, to reappear across the room by the window, and then vanished again and reappeared right beside Joey once more. “Wow. And here I was thinking that I was the only one.” Three hours later, any thoughts of sex forgotten, they were still sitting and talking in low voices, a radio quietly playing in the background to help drown out their words if anyone happened to be listening in. Joey was finding himself more and more baffled as Dean filled him in on all the things he’d discovered about his own family, the variety of different forms the shifting could take, and the passing of these strange gifts down through the family line from mother to child. He could grasp at once the idea of keeping it hidden from the rest of the world, and the reason for the warning Deidra had given Dean about not using it excessively. “Thank you for filling me in on all that, Dean. You have no idea how thankful I am that I picked you for the demonstration.” “I can see why. I was lucky, I had my twin sister right there for me to show her when I found out about it, but you seemingly had no one.” “No one at all. My family is really old school, they hate the idea that I’m gay, and they threw me out and told me to stay out. It’s just me against the world now.” “Well, not just you, now that we’ve shared the big secret with each other. I’m more curious than anything, Joey, about how or why you sensed that it was safe to talk to me – and I’m really curious about how you thought you heard my voice speaking to you. That sounds like maybe your gift has gone somewhere well beyond mine.” “I’m really not sure, Dean. It happened twice. The first time, it was just an ordinary comment like make sure you get home safe or something like that. The other one, though… I was just sitting at home last week, thinking about this thing and wondering how I could find out any more about it without giving the game away, and I heard you say, Well, Joey, what’s wrong with me?” “This is getting really freaky. It’s as if you’re picking up some sort of subconscious vibe from me that I’m not aware I’m sending out. Oh, wait a minute….” Joey sat and waited, patiently. “I was just talking with my sister last week about how we sometimes anticipate each other, finish each other’s sentences, that kind of thing, and my mother said something about sensing when one of us was about to change the subject. Perhaps it’s just an aspect that developed more thoroughly in you than it did in us. I’m sure there’s a connection.” “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” “What’s that, Dean?” “I was just going to ask you what you meant.” “ I didn’t say anything. But I clearly heard you say something about the bigger picture.” “Joey, I didn’t say a word, but I heard you say that about the bigger picture.” They stared at each other. Joey made a move, as if to look under the bed. But he never got close enough to see. Dean’s senses snapped to full alert as he heard an echoing chuckle. It wasn’t in the room. It was inside him, not just in his head, either, as he sensed it throughout his entire body. One look at Joey’s face and frozen body position, halfway bent down, was enough to tell him that Joey had heard and felt that strange laughter too. And the feelings in his body told him clearly that there was no point in searching the room. The voice had come from everywhere – and nowhere. It most certainly wasn’t human. As he relaxed from that abrupt blast of adrenaline, Dean suddenly felt absolutely bone-tired, as if he could pass out in twenty seconds and sleep for twenty-four hours nonstop. Joey was blinking as if he were struggling to keep his eyes open. Dean made a move, as if to go back to his own room, and then stopped. “Joey.” “Yeah?” Joey was already drifting off. “Come here. I need to try something.” “Whaaa?” Dean wrapped his arms around Joey. “Hold onto me tight. Don’t let go.” He felt Joey grasp him tightly. Then Dean shut his eyes and in a moment opened them to find he was in Joey’s room down the hall, and still holding Joey. It had worked. Dean turned down the covers, guided Joey to the bed, and laid him down. Before he finished pulling Joey’s shoes off, Joey was asleep. Dean kicked his own shoes off, laid himself down beside Joey, closed his eyes, and went out like a light. Dean awoke to sunlight pouring into the room. He felt it through his eyelids. He stretched and let out a gentle “mmmm,” almost like a cat’s purr of contentment. Then he felt a pair of gentle hands take hold of him and opened his eyes to find Joey smiling down at him. “Good morning.” Then Dean looked again. “Wow! Look at you, all dressed up in that spiffy uniform and ready to go!” “Time to get back to work. Head for the airport, fly back to Montreal, and then I have to work a night flight to Milan.” “A jet-setting gayboy flight attendant. I didn’t know such things were possible.” They both laughed. But then Dean had another thought. “What happened to that rule about no drinking 24 hours before a flight?” “Did I?” Joey said innocently -- but giving Dean a wink and a grin as he said it. Then he turned serious again. “Dean, it’s obvious that we need to spend more time talking about this situation, and I think I should meet your family, too.” “I agree. When do you get a work break long enough to come down to San Diego?” “End of the month. I’ve got 4 days off. Let’s swap digits.” They saved each other’s numbers, and then Dean said, “Arrange yourself a flight. You’ll stay at my place.” “Sure your boyfriend won’t mind?” They laughed again, and then kissed goodbye, and Joey left. Dean looked at the closed door with a quizzical expression for a minute, and then chuckled. He’d just slept over for the night with Joey for the first time, without having any sex. Must be losing my touch, he thought to himself, and laughed again. Two weeks later, Dean was at the airport in San Diego, waiting to pick Joey up. He’d already arranged time off at work while Joey was here. He’d also arranged to meet Dayna and his mom in two days for lunch at Dayna’s place. Ross was out of the country on a business trip so they could talk it out thoroughly without any worries about running out of time. There was one slight detail. Dean hadn’t bothered to mention that he was bringing a friend along with him. Joey’s face lit up with a huge smile as he came through the door at arrivals and saw Dean waiting for him. They embraced and kissed each other, and then headed out to the car for the drive up to Carlsbad. Joey was entranced by the beautiful scenery, the hills and valleys, the ocean inlets, the surf pounding up onto the beaches. At Dean’s place, they spent a relaxing afternoon outside, soaking up the warmth of the spring sunshine and talking about non-serious stuff. Considering they’d only ever met twice, it was pretty amazing (Dean felt) that they were as comfortable with each other as if they were old, lifelong friends. They whipped up a light early supper, and then crashed early as Joey was tired – he’d worked an overnight flight from Tokyo to Toronto, and then hopped right onto the plane to San Diego with barely time to change out of his uniform and grab a quick shower in between flights. Dean lay awake beside him, laughing to himself at how they were already behaving just like an old married couple, tucking up together in bed without bothering about sex. The next day, he took Joey back into the city to look around a bit. They walked through the Old Town area and went up to Balboa Park, where they had lunch on a restaurant terrace. Then Dean took Joey to the country club for a swim, followed by dinner. Joey loved it. As they sat down on a pair of loungers after swimming, Dean waved a waiter over and ordered drinks. Joey stretched and smiled as the sun warmed him. “Wow, a guy could get used to keeping fit by doing laps here all year round!” Just as he said that, Jaysen Macaleister came sauntering by. He took a good, long look at Joey’s body stretched out on the lounger in a colourful, eye-grabbing speedo. “Nice catch, Deano!” His tone verged on the snarky. Dean just laughed and shook his head, waving Jaysen away. “He sounded jealous, Dean.” “I’m sure he was. He spent months and months eyeing me up, finally got me to fuck him once, and hasn’t gotten me again since. Now, what was that you were saying about doing laps here all year? You’ll have him chasing after you if you do!” “Worried?” Joey chuckled. “Don’t be, Dean – he isn’t a patch on you.” “Who’s worried? Anyway, he doesn’t really do any chasing. Mostly he sits in the club lounge, studying everyone who passes by with his slightly glazed eyes, between rounds of flirting with the bartender. A real lounge lizard in training.” That set them both laughing. After they’d dried off, finished their drinks, and gotten dressed again, they headed up to the club dining room. On the way, they passed Mark, the caretaker, and he gave Joey a quick but thorough once-over, then winked and grinned at Dean. “Another of your conquests?” “Quite the opposite. He conquered me and put me out of commission for two weeks.” “Do tell. This sounds interesting. And here was me, thinking you were one hundred percent top.” “Not at all, Joey. That was just the particular mood I was in that night in Montreal.” The club chef was in fine form that night, and their meals were amazing. Joey, of course, was poking and prodding, trying to get Dean’s life story out of him. Dean laughed it off, telling him that he was really just a simple middle-class boy from L.A., and all the luxury was a lucky spinoff from his mother’s second marriage to a multi-millionaire. “I know it sounds intimidating,” Dean said, “but Ross is actually a really cool guy, very laid back and easy to chat up. You won’t meet him this time, he’s out of the country on business, but I’m sure you’ll get along fine with him when you do.” Joey looked at him closely. “Dean… the way you said that, it sounds like you’re picturing a future for us together.” Dean thought for a moment. “You’re right, I was.” He laughed, then shook his head. “I don’t know where that came from, it just seems natural somehow. I guess because of… well, you know.” Joey’s face fell slightly, but Dean didn’t notice it. That night, Joey turned up his aggressive side a few notches, catching Dean off guard. “I’m going to check into what that caretaker found out, see how it feels to give you the works.” With that, he pushed Dean onto the bed and leaped on top of him, digging his face and tongue forcefully into the crack between Dean’s firm round cheeks. Joey ate away at Dean’s ass like a starving man, licking up and down, sucking the flesh into his mouth, kissing his way along the crack, and then digging his tongue into the tight hole. Eventually, Dean opened up a bit and Joey was able to start tongue-fucking him, pushing the tip of his tongue right into Dean’s hole, and then sucking back on the asslips as hard as he could. Dean was moaning all over the bed, twisting back and forth, and crying out, “Ohgodohgodhgod, don’t stop – keep doing that!” But Joey was just getting warmed up. He wormed his finger into Dean’s hole, and kept up his tongue work at the same time, driving Dean into an absolute ecstasy of sensation. His finger found the button, and he began stroking it, stroking it until Dean yelled out, “Shit, you’re going to make me cum.” Joey stopped and pulled his face and finger out of Dean’s ass. Dean lay there, gasping for air and quivering with excitement, rolling his hips back and forth on the bed. Joey spat into his hand, smeared it into the precum on his cock, pulling the skin back, and then planted the cock head firmly against Dean’s hole. He pushed a little, feeling the head pop in, waited a second or two longer, and then shoved his seven inches all the way down to the bottom. Dean yelled at the intrusion, but when Joey started to back out, he grabbed back behind him at Joey’s hips, yelling, “No! Don’t stop! Fuck me, you stud!” Joey tensed up his lean, muscular body and began driving his dick deep inside Dean, thrusting all the way down until his hip bones bounced off Dean’s rounded cushions. His cock opened up Dean’s hole until it had clear passage, and then Joey began hammering away at Dean, pounding him harder than he’d ever pounded another man in his life. It took barely a minute, and then Joey slammed down extra hard, seeing stars as he bottomed out and his cock convulsed, propelling seven huge squirts of man juice deep into Dean’s hole. As soon as he began shooting, Joey felt Dean’s hole squeezing down hard and rhythmically on him and knew that Dean was cumming underneath himself, hands free, all over the bed. As soon as both of them finished cumming, Joey pulled out, watching his sperm squeezing and dribbling out of Dean’s hole. He slurped it all up, then rolled Dean over and lay on top of him, sharing his cum with Dean as they kissed. But Joey was far from done. After a minute of playing snowball, he got up onto his knees, lifted Dean’s legs into the air, and sent his still-hard cock like a guided missile right back inside Dean’s well-used ass. Dean groaned, but Joey barked, “Shut up. You got your chance to beat the crap out of my hole, now it’s my turn!” For answer, Dean reached down and grabbed Joey’s hips, forcing that hard tool all the way inside himself again. “Yeah, Joey, keep fucking me. Pound me some more and breed me again.” Joey was happy to comply, again driving his cock hard and fast into Dean’s ass. Then he switched it up. Pulling slowly out until only the head was inside, he suddenly and savagely slammed it all the way in and repeated that half a dozen times. He pushed right inside, and then swivelled his hips, causing his cock to rotate all around inside Dean’s hole. He rolled Dean onto his back and crossed his ass to fuck him at a ninety degree angle to the left. Then Joey turned right around until he was facing Dean’s heels, and fucked him that way, digging his cock right into parts of Dean that nobody had ever hit before. That was all it took to trigger Dean’s second orgasm, and as soon as his hole started spasming, Joey fired off another generous load inside Dean’s guts, pumping and shooting over and over until he ran dry, and the sperm was squeezing out around his dick. At last he disconnected and flopped down onto the bed on his back. Dean roused himself, crawled on top of Joey, and started kissing him. “Holy fuck,” Dean said in awe, “I’ve never had anyone do me like that before. And there I was, so sure you were a total power bottom.” “See?” Joey replied. “We were both dead wrong!” They laughed and then kissed and nuzzled each other more gently until they fell asleep, both of them all fucked out. The next day, they drove into the city again to have lunch with Dayna and Deidra. Dean was moving with a little more caution than usual, and Joey noticed it. “Tough night last night, Dean?” Dean laughed. “Yeah, but damn, it was well worth it.” They walked into Dayna’s condo, and Dean promptly said, “Mom, Dayna, this is Joey.” They looked a bit startled, then welcomed him – and Dayna made a beeline for the kitchen to get out cutlery and glassware for another place at the table. “Dayna, hang on a second, and get back out here.” “Ooh, are you ever getting bossy, telling me what to do in my own home.” “Just be a good sister and do it -- please?” Dayna came back into the living room. Dean said, “I want you to see for yourselves why I brought Joey with me.” He looked at Joey expectantly. Joey promptly vanished, reappearing by the window, then disappeared again and popped back into view at Dean’s side. Dayna and Deidra both stared, suitably astonished. The four of them spent the whole afternoon talking about all the different aspects of the situation in detail. For Dayna and Deidra, the real eye-opener was the account of the strange voice and laughter the boys had heard, and what that voice had said: “Now you are starting to see the bigger picture.” None of them were quite sure how to interpret that. As Dean said, it might simply refer to finding someone who was not, apparently, a member of the family, yet shared the strange family characteristic of the power to shift things or people, or one’s own self. Dayna, however, suggested that it could just as likely refer to the whole area of second sight, mind reading, or sharing of thoughts, an area which they were, so far, just catching in momentary glimpses. Whichever it was, as Joey reminded them, there was clearly some form of intelligence at work here which was not their own. Deidra was the one who thought to ask Joey about his family background, reminding him that, for all of them, their unique abilities had descended through the matrilineal line. “As you might guess from my full name, Giuseppe Amadeo Florenzi, my family is Italian. They live in Toronto. Mother, father, a brother, and two sisters. I haven’t seen any of them in over ten years, not since my mother…” (and he spat the word out) “…found out I was gay and threw me out of the house for good. She and my father told me never to come back.” “Creeps.” Dayna’s tone was distinctly unfriendly. She’d plainly taken a shine to Joey already. “Joey, do any of them have any abilities like yours?” “Sorry, ma’am, but I….” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Joey, call me Deidra – please!” “Sorry, Deidra. I don’t know if any of them have any of this, but if they did, I feel damn certain they’d keep it under wraps. Old line, strict Catholics, crippled by their religion, I’m sure they’d consider it the work of the devil.” “I’m sorry, too, Joey. I’m not asking you these questions to make you uncomfortable. It’s just that, based on our experience, it’s very likely that your mother has some such ability and that one or more of your siblings do as well. And if that’s so, then it’s likely that her mother also had it.” “One thing’s for sure, Deidra, I never saw or heard any sign or hint of it.” Dayna intervened. “Joey, maybe it’s time for you to do some research into the background of your family. Dean did it for us; he can show you how.” “Sounds like a plan. If you’ll excuse me a moment, can you point me to the washroom?” “Right through there on the left.” “Back in a minute.” As soon as Joey closed the bathroom door, Dayna leaned close to Dean and spoke quietly. “So, are you two boyfriends?” “Not really.” “Dean, get a grip! He thinks you are. It sticks out a mile on his face every time he looks at you or mentions your name. And what the hell is your problem, anyway?” “I don’t really know, Dayna.” “When is he flying home?” “Tomorrow morning.” “Okay, brother, after that, you and I are going to have a little talk about this.” At that point, Joey returned to the room, and Dayna sat back in her seat. Mission accomplished. Deidra looked at the clock on the wall, and said, “You know, it’s almost dinner time. What do you want to do?” Dayna said, “Good Mexican place just down the street here. How’s that sound?” Dinner time was lighter-hearted, more jovial, as they all knew better than to discuss their serious issues out in public. After they’d finished, Dean and Joey said goodbye to take the road back up to Carlsbad. Dayna hugged Joey close, patting him on the back, and Dayna did the same, kissing him on the cheek for good measure. As they drove north, Joey said, “Your mom and your sister said goodbye to me almost as if I were one of the family.” His tone carried a clear, unspoken implication of “so what’s holding you back?” Dean smiled. “Yes, I saw that. They obviously want you to know that you are family here. Quite aside of what happens between you and me, you’re family because you share our secret and our dilemma of how to live normally when we’re so abnormal by the standards of the world.” “And getting more and more abnormal by the day if the hints of mind-reading and second sight develop even more with time.” Without even thinking about it, Dean found that he had reached out and was holding Joey’s hand as he drove. No more words. They finished the drive to Carlsbad like that, hands joined, sharing the silence in a companionable unity. Back at Dean’s house, they climbed the stairs to the upper level and went into the bedroom. Joey placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean turned to face him, and Joey drew him closer, kissing Dean with full intention and emotion. Dean shuddered as the wave of feeling swept over him. Joey lifted off his lips just far enough to whisper into his ear, “Dean, I love you. I love you so much. And I want to be with you, from now on, the two of us, together against the world.” Dean quivered again. He had feared this would happen. At least he knew enough to share the simple, honest truth in return. “Joey, I get the same kinds of feelings about you, but I’m frightened. I can’t say it because I’m afraid of what might happen.” “Like what, love?” “I don’t know. In our situation, isn’t there enough reason to be afraid, without trying to pick it apart? I know that I want to be with you, but I’m just too frightened right now to go all in.” “I see.” Joey started to turn away. “Joey, please….” His hand fell on Joey’s shoulder. “What?” Dean moved behind Joey, wrapping his arms around him and placing his head, face down, on his shoulder. His voice came as a muffled murmur into Joey’s shirt, but Joey caught every word he said. “I need your help, Joey. I need you to give me the courage I lack, which you have – the courage to push my fears aside. I think you’re the only person who can help me to do that. Please…” and Dean gulped down his tears before going on, “…please don’t walk away from me.” It was a cry from the heart. And Joey understood, in his own terms, better than Dean gave him credit for. He knew only too well the pain of rejection, the anguish of being thrown brutally aside by those who you thought loved you. Joey could also hear the loneliness and longing in Dean’s voice – and this feeling, too, he thoroughly knew and hated. It was the bleak, hopeless emotion of knowing you were doomed to go through life alone, or else to live a lie with another person who could not safely be shown the whole of your true self. Joey knew that Dean represented a chance to live his whole truth with another man who could do the same with him. If he walked away now, would another such chance ever come his way? The two of them were faced with a unique opportunity, one which was almost certainly a one-time-only chance, but where Joey was completely ready to grasp it, Dean wasn’t. Joey knew he couldn’t blame Dean for that. And he believed the truth in the words when Dean said that he wanted to be with Joey but was still being ruled by his overwhelming, oppressive fears. Joey, his decision made, turned back to face Dean again, seeing clearly the fear in Dean’s face. “Come on, love, let’s get to bed. Time enough to hash all of this out another day.” Joey undressed Dean gently, carefully, setting his clothes aside one by one. He then walked Dean backwards to the bed and guided him down. After shedding his own clothes, Joey lay down on the bed beside him, and drew Dean into his embrace. He held Dean closely, tenderly, while Dean shuddered with tears and sobs of relief. Joey stroked him lightly, murmuring comforting sounds, while Dean cried his emotions out. At last, the emotional storm spent, Dean opened his eyes, reddened from crying, and looked at Joey. “I was right. I just can’t do this without you, Joey. And you were right too. The two of us against the world – that’s how it has to be.” “Just like that?” “Once I realized what was my biggest fear of all, the rest just didn’t matter any more.” “And your biggest fear of all was…?” “Losing you.” Dean took a deep breath and looked Joey squarely in the eye. “Joey, I love you.” “I love you, Dean.” “Show me now.” Moving slowly and dreamily, Joey slid up and down along Dean’s body while they stroked each other’s bodies. Each slide pumped up their two cocks a little more, going from a little chubby to well filled to solid to rock hard. As their cocks grew, their hands slowly applied more pressure to each other’s bodies, but still with the intention to stroke, to soothe, to reassure, to communicate. At last, Dean moved. Without any prompting, he lifted his legs up over and back, over his body, exposing his hole to Joey. Joey smiled, a little ironically. “Already? My, how soon we forget.” They both laughed. But Dean caught his eye and said, seriously, “I know this time is going to be different. I’m not the same man I was last night, and neither are you.” Joey understood at once what Dean was telling him. They were both different because they were now a part of each other. And Dean was trusting him, opening to him, telling Joey without words that he wanted Joey to be inside him, to love him, to demonstrate that new unity which had grown between them. It was time. Joey smeared the precum on his cock all around the head, and then placed the tip against Dean’s hole. Tonight, there was no resistance, no pressure to overcome. Dean opened right up and allowed Joey to enter. He slid in, slowly, smoothly, all the way to the bottom, and there was no protest, no struggle, no cry of pain. Dean had opened completely, and he and Joey were now joined completely together. Joey let himself down to lie full length along Dean’s body, and their mouths joined in an ongoing, deep kiss. Dean’s arms and legs curled around Joey, joining each other above his back, drawing him in until they were closer than close, closer than either of them had ever felt before with anyone else. Joey pumped slowly, smoothly, in and out of Dean’s hole, and Dean’s arms and legs felt the muscles in his body flexing as he went. Dean worked his hole on Joey’s cock, making him welcome, stroking him from the inside. They made love to each other, neither of them in a hurry, both of them allowing the full intensity of their coupling to penetrate as deeply into their hearts, minds, and souls as possible. When the time for the climax came, no words needed to be spoken, as they were both so fully in tune with each other. Without even trying, they came right together, Dean’s cock spilling his seed in between their abs as Joey’s cock swelled up and erupted inside Dean. And time stood still. At last, they rolled onto their sides, still embracing, with Joey still inside Dean, joined together in an incredible unity that was only partly physical and knowing that it would hold them until the end – although neither of them could foresee at the time what that end would be.

Give me French Canadian Patient Zero vibes ;)

Come to Detroit you little slutbucket and I'll give you the no loads refused time of your life.

It’s simple. I’m a bottom and I like to cover my bases. There are more verse guys then there are total tops. If a verse guy looks at your profile and spots a cock he can suck on as well as an ass to pound out, then it’s a win-win situation for both parties. We do this because we want all the trouble of cleaning out to yield higher results. I’m guessing that tops don’t understand this because all they have to do is show up and fuck. Don’t get me wrong, we like this about you guys, but you don’t walk a mile in our shoes.

I could give a fuck about my little dick while I'm being knocked up. It's all about the tops cock and my hole... I do not like my little dick touched, often caged when I'm down, just like my hole pounded and flooded.

This is a little off topic. When I had Covid over Christmas, I partially lost my sense of smell. Most things I could smell fine, but certain harsh, acrid smells just were gone. I couldn't smell body odor at all. I could barely smell Vicks Vapor Rub. And poppers had no smell at all to me. They still worked, but it was very hard for me to judge how big a hit I was taking.

AS you can see in my profile pic, I am very loose and capable of easily taking any size cock(s) as well as fists. I am a sex pig naturally but poppers, poppers take me to a level of sexually hungry and happy that cannot be matched. Plus, they help make me even looser than my size hungry ass already is. I got to a point where popperbating and gooning when I'm not having sex is thing. Between my husband and i there are poppers all over the house as he's as big a pig there as i am. I love the scent of Amsterdam poppers especially and they are my favorite high while I bate, ride my huge toys, or get my ass stuffed with cocks and hands.

Thank you Drew! I have to chuckle at this plot in the compound because it’s EXACTLY what happens in the military, where the people who know the plan won’t reveal anything but the bare minimum information, and the players have to operate with almost nothing to go on. Or at least, not enough of the right information to allow them to have a solid idea of what they have to do. The grunts are never informed, their direct superiors only slightly more informed, but that careful withholding of intel actually carries up the chain. However, it does teach the important lesson of reliance on there being someone, somewhere, who does have the whole picture, or at least you hope so. Sometimes different operators are working in an arena for different purposes and they aren’t told, maybe don’t even know at the highest levels, that it’s happening.

I'm also married and can't get on PrEP because I have to be discreet. But I go bare anyway.

Hell yea man. You’re right, the anticipation is hot. Blindfolded fucks are the best. The anticipation, the heightened sense of sound and touch, the unknown. It’s good you have a fuck bud that gets off on sharing your hole. Those can be hard to find.

It seems that a lot of guys have gradually altered what used to be fairly clear definitions: 1. "Top" means (or used to) a guy who will only fuck. Active only, nothing passive. 2. "bottom" means (or used to) mean a guy who will only get fucked. Passive only, noting active. 3. "Verse" means (or used to) a guy that potentially will both Top and/or bottom, depending on the scene. When the above turns into an alphabet soup, the meanings are rendered moot. Point: Less talk, more Breeding. Less endless time-wasting on the cruise apps, go to where the pigs are, shuck your jeans and jump in.

Trolls gonna troll. I at least hope he had a good wank while typing up his rant against "lefties".

Chapter 4: The Discovery It was not a slick new car. Dean and Dayna both finished their final university years with Honors standing, and Ross came through with a gift that was far bigger and more unexpected than the sporty wheels the two of them had been envisaging. It also took a bit longer than they had expected, but he had let them know that the gift would arrive as soon as both of them were settled into financially stable careers. Dayna had no trouble landing a good office position with an expanding cruise line, while Dean soon nailed down a leading role in a firm which financed large real estate purchases for commercial clients all over North America. The gift came along with a clear, concise lesson in techniques to which they wisely gave their full attention. After all, Ross plainly hadn’t become and remained so wealthy on either a wing and a prayer or on pure blind luck. Armed with a blank cheque, each of the twins went house-hunting. Dayna wanted to stay in San Diego but get somewhere closer to the centre of town. Dean, on the other hand, had discovered a real soft spot for the smaller seaside town of Carlsbad up the coast, after spending a weekend there with friends. Ross came through with a 35 percent down payment on her condo and his house. To outward appearances, the twins had followed the expected path of young people in their situation, settling down to careers and homes. Marriages might reasonably be expected to follow. In reality, of course, both of them were struggling with the dynamics of dating, and for the same reasons. Dean had the bigger worry, as Dayna had pointed out to him on more than a few occasions, but she had her own need to be cautious about getting involved with someone. More and more, Dean found that he was consumed by the desire to try to discover how and why this peculiar trick had been landed on them. Dayna was less curious about that, but more worried about him and for him, due to his propensity for visiting people all over the country on nothing more than a wink and a nod, so to speak. The whole question of trying to figure out why it happened had led to a number of discussions between them, but no conclusive answers or decisions. Then fate stepped in and took the lead. It happened when Dean returned home from a wild weekend excursion to South Beach. It was pure bad luck that he popped up in nothing but a pair of tight glossy shorts just when he did. His mother was peering in the window by the door to see if he was home, since his car was in the driveway, but she had just rung the doorbell twice without getting a response. Dean was looking right at her when he popped into view. A knowing grin curved across her face as she knocked firmly on the door. Dean sighed -- and opened the door to admit her. Her opening words were entirely characteristic. “What died? Did you forget to take out the trash?” He laughed. “Plainly, I need to take a shower.” “Yes, you do.” “Be with you in ten, Mom – help yourself to the bar.” Ten minutes later, cleaned and dressed more appropriately, Dean sat down with his mother. “Mom, you’re not even surprised. You obviously knew.” “Of course.” “So… why haven’t we had this little talk sooner, rather than just before the week I turn 28? She nodded. “That’s a fair question. I’ve been wondering for years when something was going to happen. But tell me first, do we need to have this conversation with Dayna here too?” “I’d say so.” Dean grabbed his phone and messaged Dayna. R U at home & free now? Sure. Need to talk? “Is she busy?” Deidra asked. “No.” Deidra closed her eyes for a moment and Dayna appeared on the couch next to her. “What the fuck?” Dayna was understandably and forgivably startled to find herself suddenly sitting in Dean’s living room instead of in her own. Dean was hardly less surprised to see her there. Then she looked around at who else was present and her jaw dropped. “Mom, was that you?” Dayna’s voice was now both awe-struck and shaken. “Yes. I did that. I can shift other people, but not myself. Awkward. Dean, it’s pretty obvious that you can shift yourself around. Dayna, what’s yours?” For answer, Dayna closed her eyes and a cocktail glass appeared in her hand. “That’s what I was quietly enjoying at home – until suddenly I wasn’t.” Dayna’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “I think I might need something too, actually. Dean, could you…?” Dean walked over to the bar and poured a straight Scotch for himself. “Gin and tonic, Mom?” “Yes, thanks. Make it strong, please.” Dean came back with the drinks, handed the gin and tonic to Deidra, took a big gulp of his Scotch, and sat down with a slightly dazed expression on his face. Evidently, he was struggling to take it all in. “So all these years you’ve known that something was maybe going to happen to us – because it had already happened to you.” “Yes. In fact, I’ve been sure that it would happen -- just as this happened to my grandmother, and my mother, and her two brothers. But in the back of my mind, there was always this niggling doubt that maybe, just maybe, it would pass you by. So I kept quiet about it.” Dayna was starting to look a little mollified. “I guess that makes sense,” she admitted grudgingly. “But it didn’t pass us by,” Dean chimed in, “and now that we’re here, there are things I want to know. What about the rest of your family, Mom?” “Oh, yes, it got all of us. My Uncle Len – you might remember him from when you were little tykes -- had the same power as Dean. Uncle Ray was a shape-shifter. He could change his appearance, usually to become an elderly woman. Your grandmother, my mother Marcia, could move objects like Dayna can. My grandmother Lucy was a shape-shifter too. About her sisters, I don’t know.” Dayna asked the question that was forming in Dean’s mind as well. “Do you know how long this has been going on?” Deidra’s face clouded a bit. “Not really. If it came from anywhere, it would be my great-grandmother, going all the way back by the maternal line. My great-grandmother, Nora Ludlow, was a great one for keeping secrets, that’s for sure. Mom told me that she’d found out all kinds of intriguing things about her grandmother after Nora had died. My mom always suspected it had begun with Nora because there was no record or hint of anything before that.” Dayna spoke up. “Wait a moment, this sounds like it only passes on through the female members of the family. Not the men?” Deidra chuckled. “That would let Dean off the hook nicely, wouldn’t it? But I don’t actually know the answer to that. I’m an only child. Uncle Len had two step-children, and Uncle Ray was from the same tribe as Dean and had no children at all. My grandmother was one of three daughters, no sons. So it’s never actually been tested, as far as I know.” “Do you actually know anything about whether it came from your great-grandmother? Did your mother say so specifically?” “She told me that she’d asked her grandma once, and the only answer she got was, ‘You’ll have to ask the star man.’ Not very helpful.” “Ask the star man.” Dean pondered. “Kind of a weird thing to say.” “My thought exactly,” Dayna threw in. Dean looked at her oddly for a few seconds. “What’s wrong now, Dean?” “Dayna, have you ever noticed how often we’re thinking exactly the same thing, and how often we manage to…” “…finish each other’s sentences? I sure have. Mom, do you think that might be part of it too?” “I don’t know, Dayna. It might be an extra special something because you two are twins. Or it might just be an ordinary twin thing. Although there are times like this when the three of us are talking, and I can tell where one of you is going to take the conversation before you actually do it.” All three sat silent for a few moments, before Deidra went on. “Anyway, I’m glad to see that both of you have been so careful about keeping it under wraps. For sure, I had no idea whether anything had actually happened until you…” looking meaningly at Dean “…turned up the way you did just now.” Right on cue, Dean blushed. “Let me guess,” Dayna said drily, “He appeared in the house out of nowhere, underdressed to kill, and plainly fresh from some wild escapade in another city.” Deidra laughed and mockingly held her nose. “I wouldn’t say fresh at all. Phew!” Dean rolled his eyes. “For your information, it was a party in South Beach and the bathroom was somewhat full – I’ll let you fill in the blanks – which is why I decided to save showering until I got home. If people would let you know when they are planning to drop in….” “…or if people would have the good sense to materialize in their own bathroom instead of on the main floor.” Dayna was plainly enjoying taking a couple of little digs at Dean. She owed him a few, anyway, because of his jabs at the products of her latest preoccupation, an art class. Deidra laughed – but then she got serious again. “I’m sure both of you understand about the importance of keeping this a secret for as long as you possibly can. As I have done both with your father and with Ross. That took a lot of self-discipline, let me tell you – but it can be done. And Dean, not to sound like I’m picking on you in particular, but I can tell you that the more you use it, the harder it is to avoid using it at the wrong moment.” This time Dean didn’t roll his eyes. “I know. I’ve already had a couple of near misses when I slipped up.” They finished up the drinks, and Deidra and Dayna left, Deidra giving Dayna a ride back down to the city, with Dayna holding her now-empty cocktail glass. She couldn’t help chuckling at the thought that a single used cocktail glass could lead to some interesting questions if the police happened to stop them for any reason. Dean was left alone with his thoughts and concerns. It was true. Of the three of them, he was the only one using the power on a regular basis – really too regularly. He was treating it as a normal part of his life and getting careless as a result, like the time he materialized jammed up too close for comfort against a couple of older guys at a Pride event in P-town. Fortunately, he had laughed and charmed his way out of that one. Charming guys was a specialty of his, but it would have been a lot worse if he had appeared in front of the two men instead of pressed firmly up against the butts of what were plainly a pair of top bears. They’d growled and glared at him pretty fiercely, and he’d deserved that. It was definitely time to do some serious research into his family. Dean sat down with his tablet and set up an account with Ancestry, then began plugging in names and dates to see what would come up. After an hour or so, he had everyone traced as far back as his great-great-grandmother, and a generation or two beyond her. She’d been living in Chicago, he knew. Using the date, he searched and found an obituary. It mentioned that Nora Ludlow had passed away at the age of 49 in a hospital. When he searched the name of the hospital, he found that it was an insane asylum. He thought about that for a minute or two. Plainly, something had happened. Had Nora actually gone crazy and become delusional with her talk about a star man? Or was insanity the diagnosis if she became careless and talked too much about something the doctors couldn’t make any sense of? He thought the second theory was the more likely one. He couldn’t make anything clearly out of the “star man” bit, but it was obviously true that something extraordinary, in the most literal sense, had invaded their family’s genes. Weeks later, after talking to his mom again and going through some boxes of old family papers, that his mom had put into storage, he stumbled by chance on a letter his great uncle Len had written to Dean’s grandmother. In it was this sentence: “I hated to have to do it to Grandmother, but it was the only choice. She was talking too much and putting all of us in danger.” It sounded as if Len had gotten his grandmother committed. It would have been easy to do, especially if she’d been talking about a star man and – what was her power again? He turned back to the letter and scanned on down. “When she told the doctor that she could move things around, that made it all so simple.” There it was. Nora had talked – and she’d been locked up in a hospital for the insane, committed by her own grandson. Her granddaughter, Marcia, had carefully concealed this information from Nora’s great-granddaughter, Deidra. Dean shuddered a bit at the thought of an old-school asylum and what abuse and mistreatment his ancestor Nora might have suffered there. Despite his propensity for party-hopping, and despite fucking around at every chance he could get, Dean was no fool. He was now beginning to feel seriously frightened, sensing that Dayna had been right, and that his luck was going to run out. His entire family had been forced into hiding their true nature for generations, for their own self-protection. But he had been far too careless. He’d had so many near misses – how much longer could he get away with those slip-ups? Nor was Dean under any illusions about his likely treatment, if he got caught out doing his thing. It would probably be much nastier than what had happened to Nora. Dayna’s trenchant remarks years earlier about dissection tables might not even be the worst of it. Dean knew that his mother was right, that he needed to discipline himself, and stop treating this weird power as a merely convenient substitute for more normal methods of travel. But on the other hand, the circuit season was heating up. There were several big events coming along that he’d planned on attending. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to fly instead (he certainly could), but that flying was so damned slow and inconvenient. But he supposed he’d have to do it. He struck a compromise with himself. He’d fly to the ones that were a month or two out, but the big gathering in Atlanta, no. That was only a week away, and there was no way he’d get even a halfway-tolerable airfare, or a routing that didn’t involve multiple stopovers, on such short notice. “Okay, then,” he said to himself, “Atlanta it is, but let’s find some air tickets for the other ones.” A week later he materialized in a dark corner of a favourite hotel’s lobby in Atlanta, with a small carry-on bag in hand. Once he’d gotten checked in and established in a room, he prepared to go. This time, he sedately walked out the door and down the street to the convention centre. A quick visit to the extra-large cloakroom and he had checked his outer clothes and was ready to party. The huge auditorium was full of guys, all ages, all kinds of clothing, all of them sweaty and giving off that unmistakable smell of raw man and pheromones. As always, Dean found the air intoxicating – and he knew he wasn’t the only one. He got himself a drink, and relaxed against a wall, scoping out the crowd as it formed and shifted and re-formed in front of him. A good mix, he thought, with plenty of younger guys, a good selection of guys about his age, and plenty of good-looking older ones. He finished his drink and walked into the crowd, beginning his signature dance moves which were now much better than the average of the guys around him. The DJ was spinning some great house music and his body was responding on peak form. Dean liked music, he enjoyed moving to music and letting the beat rule him, and it clearly showed. In no time, he’d collected a small sub-crowd of younger guys. One or two of them attracted him a bit, but it was obvious that they were newbies, and he wasn’t in the mood for teaching the basics to `raw novices. As the night wore on, he moved slowly from group to group, spending time hanging with different guys, and falling into dance moves with some, then conversing with others when he went to refuel at the bar. His California tan was showing to advantage with the sweat glistening on his skin, especially with so many winter-pale northerners around him. By eleven o’clock, Dean was having a field day, having found himself drifting into the middle of a crowd of slightly older guys who were quite taken with his trim young body. Nor did he mind staring at them, since these guys had well-toned bodies and some definitely pleasing bulges and asses among them. In no time, they were all dancing up a storm in a tightly packed group. Dean particularly enjoyed being sandwiched between two hung guys with his cock rubbing against the butt of the guy in front of him while the guy behind humped against his spandex-clad ass. Dean plunged his hands down the waistband of the guy in front, playing with his cock, while the guy behind did the same to him. Then Dean transferred one hand to the guy behind him and found his cock already hanging out and prodding insistently at his butt. Dean could feel the spandex shorts sliding down off his ass and the man’s cock digging into his crack. He looked around and nobody was noticing. In fact, he was pretty sure that some of the other guys around him were also getting fucked by this time. In any case, the tight-packed circle of men around him were blocking anyone farther away from seeing what was happening. Dean leaned back and moaned as the cock slowly penetrated his ass. Meanwhile, the guy in front of him was gyrating against his bulge and had started to slide his own briefs off. Dean pulled down the front of his shorts, and let his cock pop out, then pulled the guy back against it. The man pulled his briefs right down, grabbed Dean’s cock, and jammed it deep inside himself. Just like that, Dean found himself in the middle of a fuck sandwich on the floor of a massive Atlanta dance party, right out in the open in plain sight of everyone else there. It was a totally wild sensation, and a massive turn-on for him. He’d been in a few orgies after that memorable first one at the pool party in Palm Springs, but he had never had sex so completely openly in public for the whole world to see it – and it was making him incredibly horny. The three of them swayed together as a single unit, cocks sliding in and out to the insistent beat of the house music. It didn’t take long for the three of them to get fully heated up. Dean blew two massive loads in five minutes, the first one up the ass of the guy taking his cock, and the second one on the floor after that guy left to go and shit his load out. It was crazy. He’d never cum a second time that quickly since he was a desperately horny teenager, and here he was – already feeling the sexual tension mounting in his balls for a third round. This time, another guy in the group dropped to his knees and swallowed Dean’s cock, while the guy behind him increased the force and speed of his strokes, pounding fast and hard into Dean’s hot hole. The guy blowing Dean was busily beating his own cock at the same time. It was all going to happen, and it was going to happen soon. Dean yelled aloud and blasted down the throat of the guy blowing him, the contractions of his muscles forced his fucker to shoot off a huge load inside his ass, and the guy on his cock gulped and swallowed as his own cock erupted all over the floor. After a minute, they slowly separated. All three of them had that “all gone” look on their faces which said, clearer than any words, “What an awesome fuck!” They hugged and kissed as the group slowly opened up and spread out, revealing two loads of sperm on the floor but no other sign of what had just happened. Dean stood there, unsure of his next move. And that’s when the hand tapped him on the shoulder. “Well. That was an interesting show you just put on. I wasn’t expecting to see you here. That was a lot wilder than what I saw and felt the last time I met you -- Dean.” Dean spun around, trying to make out the face of the man who’d spoken to him. What he saw clearly first was the halo of black curly hair around the face. “Joey?”

Chapter 3: The Party Animal Dean and Mike continued to meet up for another year or so. Neither wanted it to be any kind of committed relationship so it ended up as a perfect friends-with-benefits situation. They spent a total of twenty or so nights together, taking turns at topping and bottoming. Then Mike surprised Dean by announcing that he had met a guy online for whom he had really strong feelings, and that he was going to stop seeing Dean so he could pursue this new direction. Truth be told, Dean was happy. He’d enjoyed his times with Mike, very much in fact, but he was feeling hornier and more adventurous by the day, and really wanted all those Friday and Saturday nights free to get out and explore on his own. And after all, as Dean realized but Mike did not, Dean had a far bigger playground than Mike – basically, he had the entire country, as long as he knew exactly where he was going before he went. Mike and Stirling put a period to that chapter in Dean’s life (or so they said, anyway) by having him over for dinner once they’d moved in together, into a new apartment in Albuquerque. Mike apologized for making Dean travel all that distance to meet Stirling, but Dean reassured him (with entire accuracy) that “It’s nothing, don’t mention it.” Dean tried his best during the evening to play it cool, but he couldn’t deny that Stirling’s lean, muscled swimmer’s build and flaming red hair turned his crank mightily. It didn’t help matters at all when Stirling began playing footsies with him under the dinner table as they enjoyed the ginger-soy cashew chicken. Dean glanced uncomfortably at Mike, but Mike had this huge, dirty grin plastered all over his face and that’s when Dean realized what was really on the menu for the night. After they’d finished eating, Mike “volunteered” to clean up the dishes while Stirling and Dean adjourned to the living room with freshly-refilled wine glasses. By the time Mike finished kitchen duties, the other two were sitting on the sofa, mouths locked together and hands busily exploring bodies and working on buttons and belts. Mike promptly sat down on Dean’s other side and pulled Dean’s button-down shirt, no longer buttoned, away from his shoulder which he then began kissing. At the same time, Mike’s other hand was occupied with snaking its way into the back of Dean’s trousers. Dean had his hand buried in the front of Stirling’s pants, and Stirling was busily massaging Dean’s bulge on the outside. In a few more minutes, they were all in the bedroom together, stripped naked, and with cocks jutting aggressively into the air. In what seemed like no time, the three arranged themselves in a triangle, mouths to cocks all around. After a few minutes, Mike barked, “Flip!” and all three of them rolled onto their faces, changing the targets from cocksucking to rimming. Stirling had his face buried in Dean’s ass, and Dean was moaning like crazy from his virtuoso skills at eating butt. All the moaning, of course, translated into vibration that drove Mike crazy as Dean ate him. And Mike was far from an also-ran as his mouth worked deeper and deeper into Stirling’s crack. But then Stirling got impatient. “I need to fuck this cute hole.” Dean looked over his shoulder, and grinned. “Be my guest.” In another minute, Stirling had his cock embedded in Dean’s hole, and Mike was behind Stirling, slowly working his dick into his man’s tightly-muscled butt. It took a bit of time to establish the motion, but soon Stirling was moving back and forth between the other two, sinking deep into Dean as Mike pulled out, and then backing up onto Mike as he slowly withdrew from Dean. He was getting the best of both worlds, fucking and being fucked at the same time. And Dean was a bit jealous. “Damn, Stirling, that must feel amazing, being in the middle of a fucking sandwich like that.” “Got that right. You want to try it?” And just like that, Dean got to notch up another first in his rapidly-growing list of sex talents, as the line detached and then reformed, with Dean in the centre, cock buried in Stirling’s sweet ass while Mike got behind Dean and played a return date inside his hole. Dean got into it right away, sliding back and forth between the other two as if he’d been practising the skill for years. In no time, his skillful thrusts had Stirling moaning and groaning aloud while Mike was pounding some similar noises out of Dean. “Oh, God, this feels so incredible – taking it and giving it all at once – fuck, you guys are driving me nuts. Can’t hold on much longer….” Mike shut him up by thrusting in even harder and faster, which had the effect of forcing Dean to also speed up his assault on Stirling’s ass. But time was running out. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Dean’s ass clamped down tight on Mike’s cock as his own tool convulsed, spewing his hot cum load inside Stirling. That set Mike off and he pumped his load deep into Dean. Stirling was a bit slower off the mark, and that gave him time to pull off Dean, yank Dean away from Mike, spin him around, and shove his cock deep and hard back into Dean’s ass. Dean let out a yell as he felt Stirling jamming it into him and instantly shooting inside him, mingling his cum with Mike’s inside their guest’s body. All three of them flopped down on the bed, and Dean apologized for cumming too soon. Mike grinned at him devilishly. “Well, nobody said that was it for the night, did they?” As the evening wore on, Dean got another chance to fuck and breed Mike, and then sat back and watched in awe as Mike made love to Stirling. It made Dean feel like something between an outsider and a voyeur to see the way that they joined themselves together, as their wild sex was shaped, paced, coloured, and heightened by all the feelings and emotions they felt towards each other. This was a kind of intimacy that went far beyond just feeling skin against skin and working up to a climax or two, or more. After that, it was obvious that it was time for Dean to go. He scrubbed up in the shower, had a last round of passionate kisses with Mike and Stirling, thanked them for an incredible evening, and went his way. Moments later, back in his home in California, he wasn’t altogether surprised to discover that he was feeling jealous. It wasn’t that he’d wanted Mike to himself – that he knew for certain. He’d been so bowled over by their display of love for each other. What made him jealous, and he was honest enough to admit it, was the way that they had each other while he had nobody. It was the first time Dean had realized that he actually wanted to have a committed relationship with somebody. But Dean knew that he would have to keep wanting. He couldn’t chance it, because of his fear that he would never be able to let his guard down enough to bring another man that fully into his life. It would mean letting his partner know about his secret and that, Dean felt, simply wasn’t safe. Not to forget that it was Dayna’s secret too, and the two of them had to form a solid bloc against a world that would certainly threaten them both if their abilities became known. Dean flopped into bed, physically drained and satiated, but emotionally unsatisfied. The emotional vacancy in his life continued gnawing at him over the next few months. Like many horny young men in his situation, he tried to vent his complex emotions by going hog-wild into sex at every opportunity. “Opportunity,” as it turned out, knocked not just once but virtually every Friday and Saturday night, and often at other times of the week too. Dean had finally gotten tired of being stared at in the country club by Jaysen Macaleister. He cornered his target one day in the empty change rooms, steering Jaysen into the end shower booth, locking the door, and pulling his quarry’s towel off. Dean had to admit that Jaysen was much better looking when undressed than with clothes on. That was particularly true of his nicely rounded ass cheeks, which were so maddeningly hidden under the baggy shorts he wore when he left the bar long enough to put in an occasional appearance at the pool. Dean dropped to his knees and proceeded to eat Jaysen into a fever of excitement, lavishing plenty of tongue action on his plump buns and digging deep into the crack to lick, suck, and finally tongue-fuck his tight little rosebud. By the time he was ready to go for the main event, Jaysen was babbling almost uncontrollably about wanting that dick inside his ass – at least, until Dean harshly whispered at him to “Shut up, you fool, you want the whole club in here, listening to you beg for it like a street-corner slut?” Dean pulled off his speedo, rolled it up into a ball, and stuffed it, crotch first, into Jaysen’s mouth. “Here, chew on this, it’ll keep you quiet!” With that, he pushed Jaysen up against the wall and planted his cock against the hole. With only a little pressure it popped right inside and – could it be? – was quickly lubricated with warm liquid. “Well, aren’t you the horny little slut, Macaleister, chasing after me all that time and then offering me sloppy seconds. I wonder who drilled you and pumped his load into you already? Was he one of the staff? A member? Maybe that bartender you spend so much time hanging around with?” Jaysen tried to moan something in reply around Dean’s wet swimsuit, but Dean barked at him to shut up and then shoved his cock all the way into Jaysen until he bottomed out. Jaysen emitted a gurgle, all the scream he could manage with his mouth stuffed, and Dean began pumping into his ass deep and fast. Jaysen was probably surprised that the mild-mannered Dean had turned out to be such a fucking sex animal, but Dean was at least as surprised to realize that he was actually enjoying this dominant role. He kept pounded away at Jaysen’s sweet round ass for another minute before realizing that he was going to cum and fast. To hell with holding off, he thought, and just hammered away at top speed until his cock erupted inside Jaysen’s hot, wet hole. Even at that, Dean barely slowed down. As soon as he’d finished cumming, he immediately started slam-fucking Jaysen once more. Jaysen was moaning and mumbling up a storm, squirming around under Dean’s relentless assault. But they weren’t moans of protest. When Dean started to slow down a bit, focusing on just the head of his cock and the ring, Jaysen emitted a loud moan, grabbed back at Dean’s hips, and shoved himself right back onto his fucker’s cock at full length. It took about five minutes longer this time, but that was all – and then Dean was shooting a second load, smaller but no less forceful, into Jaysen’s now very full ass. The mingled juices of at least two tops were leaking and squelching out around Dean’s tool as he slammed in the last few squirts of another epic orgasm. When Dean finally softened and slipped out of Jaysen’s battered hole, a steady river of cum followed him, running down Jaysen’s legs towards the floor and the drain. Dean leaned in and whispered wickedly, “I’d tell you to close it up and keep my cum inside you, but it looks like you’ve totally lost control of your hole.” He then pulled his wadded-up speedo out of Jaysen’s mouth. Jaysen just quivered and gasped for air. Finally he managed to say, “Holy shit, I’ve never had a fuck like that before!” Dean said nothing -- just squirted a handful of soap and started washing off his cock, then scrubbed down Jaysen’s well-used ass, and washed the rest of the cum off his legs. When they came out at last, the forty-something caretaker was waiting for them with a knowing grin on his face. “Thanks for keeping me waiting this long to clean the place and lock up!” – this with a curled lip and in a sarcastic tone of voice. “At least I locked the entrance so nobody else can sneak in behind me.” Jaysen began apologizing, but Dean just laughed at him. “And you had nothing better to do while waiting except to stand here, leaning on your mop?” Dean laughed again. He’d seen the bulge in the front of the caretaker’s work pants, partly because the caretaker was rubbing it so blatantly that he couldn’t possibly miss it. He winked at the caretaker, and then whispered something in Jaysen’s ear. Jaysen looked, laughed, and reached under his towel to play with his ass again. In no time at all, the caretaker was as naked as Dean and Jaysen, clothes discarded in a heap on the floor while Jaysen sucked on his curving cock and Dean ate out his furry ass. All the while, the guy – whose name was Mark – was urging them on, telling them to get ready because he intended to fuck both of them for causing him so much trouble. Once they had him completely wound up and ready to go, the two younger guys followed his orders and bent over the bench in the middle of the room while Mark felt their asses and teased their holes. “Shit, man,” he said to Jaysen, “Your hole is so loose and wet already – how many cocks have you had in there today before me?” “Four,” Even Dean raised his eyebrows a trifle. Jaysen was a far bigger slut than he had guessed. “I’m gonna make it five. And I want you,” and he leaned down close to Dean’s ear, “to start loosening yours up with your fingers, because I’ll be going inside there, too, before long.” With that, he gave a vicious thrust with his hips which yanked a yell out of Jaysen’s throat as Mark’s thick tool blasted his hole open. Dean winced at the obvious cry of pain, and obediently began fingering and flexing his hole to try to get ready. Mark sawed his way in and out of Jaysen’s tortured ass for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and moved over to Dean. “Your turn, pretty boy.” Mark wasn’t any kinder to Dean, and Dean yelled even louder. Mark slapped him. “Shut the fuck up and take it like a man. Gay boys today, they’re such weak little sissies.” Privately, Dean vowed to make Mark pay for that remark. Meanwhile, he concentrated on biting his tongue to stop himself from yelling any more, even though his ass was on fire. Mark pounded in and out of him for about three minutes, then switched back to Jaysen. As Mark pounded Jaysen again, Dean reached back and felt his hole. Sure enough – blood. Mark had ripped him. Then Mark was back inside him again, slamming deep and hard until Dean was actually seeing stars. In his mind, Dean was quietly praying for the torture to stop, but making good and damn sure to picture himself only here in the locker room when it did. Mark switched back to Jaysen and went nuts in his ass again, this time starting to chant that he was about to cum, that he was going to breed two sissy ass cunts with one load. Mark gave several loud grunts and locked up against Jaysen’s ass, squirting into him. After two shots he pulled out and quickly slammed inside Dean, giving him the rest of his load. After Mark finished, he pulled out, walked away without a word and started one of the showers running. Dean whispered to Jaysen, “Get ready to grab his arms. I’m going to get him by the hips and fucking slam my cock into him. You grab him so he can’t get away.” They walked quietly over to the shower stall, peered in, and Dean gestured silently, “One, two, three, GO.” Then he leaped into the stall and got Mark around the hips while Jaysen went for his arms, pinning them against the wall as Dean shoved his cock deep into Mark’s hairy ass. Mark grunted loudly. “Fuck, I take back what I said about sissies. You two really know how to fight back. Fucking pound my hole!” Watching Dean giving Mark a taste of his own medicine was making Jaysen rock hard again. Dean, too, was hyper-excited, and only needed a couple of minutes driving full-length into Mark’s ass before he was ready to let his load fly. He came, hard, deep inside Mark’s hole. He then pulled out and reached up to pin Mark’s hands so Jaysen could take his place in the caretaker’s ass. Jaysen was even more turned on than Dean had been and took only a minute or so to reach the point of no return. By the time he was ready to cum, Mark was too, and his load shot out of his cock against the shower wall as Jaysen bred his hot hole with a fresh injection of sperm. With that, they all cleaned up and shook hands goodbye as if it had been a business meeting. That made Dean laugh when he thought about it again later. His final verdict on the evening, in his own mind, was that Jaysen was good for a B grade, while he was prepared to give the caretaker an A-. That was far short of Mike and Stirling who had both ranked as cum laude with an A++. Dean never did find out if the caretaker got into trouble for being so late locking up that night. Dean had to take some time off from his wild sexual antics while he waited for his ass to heal from the wild fuck with Mark. It never happened again, but Mark never failed to wink at Dean (or Jaysen) any time he passed one of them in the halls of the club. During that compulsory time out, Dean realized that all his frantic pursuit of hot sex was definitely interfering with his grades. Ross had promised him a “special present” if Dean made Honors, and he was determined not to miss out on that. He guessed that it was likely to be a slick new car, and when he compared notes with Dayna, he found that she was making the same guess. Dean decided that he had better lay off for a while, not just until his ass healed but until the end of the semester, or at least until he had nailed down the requisite standing in all his courses. Well, after one last event that he’d been told about by a friend, and that he’d been planning on attending and enjoying for some time. Two weeks later, Dean just “turned up” at a big pool party in Palm Springs, and again enjoyed a very entertaining time. This was a charity fundraiser event, and Dean kicked in with a donation notably bigger than the set ticket price, just to square his conscience for “dropping in” at the event uninvited. Nobody seemed to mind. Dean was one of several dozens of good-looking guys in their twenties standing and sitting around or in the pool, idly flexing their muscles every so often to keep the heat up. The rest of the crowd were mostly older men, but a lot of them were in good shape too, and well worth a look in any company. For the first couple of hours, through a round of drinks and a light buffet lunch, followed by an official presentation, everyone behaved reasonably well – although Dean could tell that some of the younger fellows were sticking in the pool to hide their erections. The official party event ended at 3:00, and the caterers, servers, D.J., and social reporters all left – but most of the guests remained. As the afternoon wore on towards evening, the swimsuits began coming off and the cocks all rose as the sun set. Soon there were couples making out, sucking, and fucking all around the pool and inside the house, and the charity party had become a full-on orgy. After enjoying a first round of fun in a cute twink’s tight ass, and sucking at a couple of other cocks, Dean found himself in a small pack of groupies hanging around and listening to the famous porn star, Rod Rammer. This notorious stud had no trouble at all keeping up an erection, and he wasn’t even cheating by wearing a cockring. Much to Dean’s surprise, Rod took a real shine to him, and soon made it clear that it was time for the others in the group to move along. Dean was a little more doubtful – Rod’s giant cock could definitely be classified as a deadly weapon – but the urge to go for it was more than he could argue down. After a few minutes of making out, Dean found himself lying on his face on a poolside lounger and taking what was definitely the biggest cock he’d ever encountered. He had to struggle to relax enough, but Rod was as considerate a fucker off screen as he was a vicious cock-thug on screen, and he took his time until Dean had finally opened up enough to take most of that eleven inches of dick. Dean wasn’t sure what was wilder, the idea of being drilled by such a massive tool, getting fucked by such a famous porn name, or having a crowd of men standing all around and watching them go at it while jerking off. Rod Rammer was famous for his multi-squirt money shots and when he came inside Dean, he pulled out after the first four squirts and still had plenty left to pump out over his back – where it mixed with the loads that several of the other guys dropped all over him at the same time. Dean, though, didn’t come. He’d been too concentrated on trying to relax. As he stood up, finally catching his breath, one of the onlookers came up and took hold of his still-erect cock. “No way could I take that monster you just got inside you, but I’d love to have you pound me and breed me with this one.” He was a hard-bodied man, looking about forty, with prematurely silver hair, and Dean nodded agreement. In just a few minutes, he had Wyatt lying where he had been, and had his cock buried all the way inside Wyatt’s hole. Wyatt was definitely a kisser, and Dean didn’t mind that at all. Soon they shifted into missionary so they could make out while Dean was fucking. Wyatt called him “son” once, and Dean picked that up right away. The silver hair helped, and in no time Dean found himself playing his first daddy scene. “You like having your boy fuck you, Daddy?” “God, yes, son, I love having you deep in my hole, your cock stretching me and filling me.” After some more porn-predictable dialogue along those lines, and a few more minutes of high-energy fucking, Wyatt began panting that he was going to cum and urged Dean to cum right with him – making it clear that he wanted Dean’s load inside his body. Dean complied, firing a first big shot deep up into Wyatt’s colon and then adding four or five more smaller pulses before pulling out and drizzling the last of his load onto Wyatt’s abs. He finished his day off by taking a load from the host of the party, the owner of the mansion, who wasn’t into fucking but loved getting his cock sucked off. Dean was good with that, as his own ass and cock were both a bit tired out. He gave the man full measure, taking and swallowing his load. But Dean had to hold back a laugh as he reflected that this load was the most literal “money shot” of the entire party. As the night air cooled things down a bit, the party moved indoors, and Dean took that as his cue to move along. He wandered aimlessly back onto the patio, where the pool was finally empty, found and pulled his speedo on, and then walked around and vanished behind one of the bushes at the far end of the immense property. Literally, of course.

Ditto here. But I was 9. 12 with non-relatives.

PART 6: The Days After Robert I left Robert's house early the next day as I had to get to work, let alone go home and clean myself out. That day I thought a lot about Robert, and what had transpired the previous day. I would like to say it was because I was high, or intoxicated, but it was neither. It was pure lust and happiness. Throughout my day, and evening, I reminisced about yesterday, about Robert, about John, about being bred contentiously. I reached out to Robert several times to let him know how much fun I had and how it was such a great day. Of course, Robert invited me over that evening, or anytime, to hang out, and fuck obviously! Because he is also very sweet, Robert wanted to know how I was doing with all that happened, both mentally and physically. This was all over email and after a while Robert asked if I wanted to come over and talk. I told him I would love to, but it would have to be the day after as I had plans. He said sure, he was open and we agreed for me to head over tomorrow after work. When I arrived at Robert's house, I didn't have to wait at all as he was waiting by the door. Robert was wearing a t-shirt and loose shorts this time, and I didn't necessarily see his cock outline, which I did the first time I arrived. I walked in and immediately hugged Robert as he shut the door behind me. "So good to see you Tim, thank you for stopping by." Robert said as he held me close. I felt so at ease now. We parted and Robert asked me if I wanted to change into shorts and a shirt. "I would love to" I answered. I followed Robert to his bedroom, upstairs, remembering the other night and sleeping in this man's bed. Robert went to his closet and returned with shorts and a t-shirt. "I will be downstairs Tim, no rush. You can shower if you like." "Thank you, sir,". Robert walked out and down the stairs. I undressed and placed my clothes on the bench at the end of the bed. I walked into the bathroom, thinking about taking a shower, but decided I just wanted to dress and head downstairs. I found Robert in his office sitting at the computer. No fucking sounds coming from the computer, damn, so he must have been working. I sat down in one of the chairs and watched Robert work, focus on whatever he had going on. Robert turned to me, "Tim check these out" and he motioned me over. I stood and walked around the desk to see what Robert was focusing on. As I rounded the desk and could start to see what was on his monitor, I immediately recognized the scene. There were several pictures of Robert fucking me from behind, the pictures John must have taken the other night. I couldn't move, I was soaking them all in. As I leaned in to closely see my red puffy hole taking this man's massive black cock, I felt Robert's hand running up the inside of my leg to touch my hardening cock head. "Isn't that fucking hot baby?" Robert asked. "I have been looking at these all day, just the way my black cock looks in your fuzzy ass, oh man Tim, it is perfect". "It is baby, I can't stop looking." I turned to look at Robert, "your cock is so fucking big and gorgeous Robert". It is then I looked down and saw Robert had pulled back his shorts leg and his cock was fully exposed to me. I felt his fingers find my hole and I immediately stood up...I wanted him to finger my ass again, but knew I needed to shower first. "Robert, can I shower and clean out?". "Of course, baby, the shower is yours. There is a wand already attached, put it on today, just in case". He smiled I grabbed his big cock really fast, and then headed back upstairs to shower. Robert was right, I opened the big glass shower and turned on the water. Attached was a wand to clean out my ass. I stepped in the shower and felt the warm water running over me. I soaped up all over, cleaning my entire body and then soaped up my ass and the wand really good. I turned changed the water flow to the wand and slowly inserted it into my ass. I was still a little sore from being fucked two days ago, but the feeling was a lot more pleasurable than not! I let the water flow into my guts until I felt everything had come out of me. I pulled the wand free and let the water run out of me. It was then I noticed Robert leaning against the wall, big cock pulled out of his shorts and slowly stroking. "Robert!" I shouted. We both laughed. "Not nice sir, I didn't know you were there:" "Sorry Tim, I just came up to check on you and saw you cleaning your ass. It was just too hot to not stop and watch". Robert pulled his shorts back over his throbbing cock and asked if I needed anything. "No thank you, I am good. Be out in a minute: Once Robert left, I ran the wand inside of me again one more time and then let it drain out of me. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearby towel that was there for me. I looked in the mirror taking in my hanging semi hard cock. Playing in my ass always gets me going. I got dressed in the shorts and shirt again and headed down to find Robert. Robert was again at his desk, but this time his cock was out of his shorts leg and clearly aroused, and leaking. "Still admiring our pictures, I see", I said moving in next to him. Immediately Robert's hand found my leg and moved up under my loose-fitting shorts, fingers running under my balls to my ass. "of course, I can't stop looking at them, they are so sexy". "You should use some of them in your BBRT profile", I suggested. "I was actually going to take that down, or thinking about it". Why baby? I think you should keep it up, add those pictures, and reference me in your profile. Well, that is my thought", I said smiling. "We will probably get a lot of tops asking if they can 'help'" Robert said laughing. "We can only hope", I said biting my lip and getting hard. Robert stood up and removed his shorts in one move. He then sat back down and pulled my shorts down too exposing my clean ass and swollen cock. Now he was squeezing my ass firmly, letting his fingers run around my hole. Robert then guided me in front of him and pulled my ass apart with both hands. his tongue found my hole and I bent forward more so he could probe my ass! "Fuck baby, that feels so good", I said. "Baby, we didn't get any pictures of John fucking me, that sucks". Robert pulled his face away from my ass for a moment, "oh I know, John has reminded me about a hundred times since Sunday". "Does he want to fuck me again and make it right?" I asked. "Yes...he talks about it a lot, about fucking you, and how you felt on his cock. Tim, you can honestly tell me, did you enjoy John fucking you?" I turned towards him, knelt between his legs, held Robert's big cock in my hand and said, "yes I really loved John fucking me, but only because you were there to enjoy it to, that made it special. I fucking love your cock the most Robert, I find my cunt needing you more and more". I then lowered my mouth to his huge leaking cock. I am no expert cocksucker, like other gay men, but I did my best to keep up with his precum and stroked his cock at the same time. Robert was moaning now and rubbing his hands up and down my back...gripping my ass cheeks to pull me open. "Suck my cock baby, fuck that feels good. do you like my precum?". I just moaned my approval. "Good, I want that precum in your ass". I took Roberts cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, "do you have lube in here baby?". Robert slid open a drawer and there was and a cock ring. Robert handed me the bottle. I popped the top and squeezed a good amount over Robert's cock head and started to stroke his cock while lubing him up. I then squeezed some into my hand and applied it liberally to my ass and hole. I then stood up, turned around facing the screen and squatted over Robert’s cock while holding my ass open for him. Robert put his leaking cock head right at my hole and I eased down a little and felt his cock head pop in past my tight ring. Robert's hands moved to my hips to support me as I slowly lowered myself a few more inches, then off, then down more inches. I kept this up until I felt Robert pushing deep into my guts. I wasn't sure if I could take him completely in this position, but I kept trying. Robert said, "Fuck Tim, take all of my big cock, put it deep in you". Finally, I was able to lean back on Robert and put my feet up on the desk to brace myself. he continued the motion for us, sliding in and out of my ass. I loved this position after all, so fucking deep. I kept looking at the pictures of us fucking. "Tim, I want to take pictures of John fucking you, us both fucking you, multiple times in a day. What do you think about that?" "Mmmmm...baby, I want you that way. I want you both to breed me multiple times and please capture him breeding your boy deep". I think I felt Robert swell a little bit when I said that. Robert slapped my ass cheek once and pushed me forward to the desk. "I want you in my bed, now!". He then continued pushing me off his big cock. I had that feeling once again, my hole gaping open from his thick cock. I got up and moved out of the way to so Robert could lead me to his room and bed. After entering his room, I immediately went to the bed and climbed on, waiting for him on up on my knees. Robert hesitated so I could take in his body and huge leaking cock. He knew I loved watching his cock and his motion. I laid down on the bed on my back, spread my legs, and said "please come fuck me" That was all the invitation Robert needed. He joined me on the bed, immediately falling between my legs and laying on me, his big cock between us leaking all over my oozing cock. Robert leaned in and kissed me deeply then raised up between my legs, pulling my legs up and apart, resting them on my shoulder. He was rubbing my hole and applied more lube to give me comfort. Robert guided his big cock to my hole and told me, "I am going to breed you so deep Tim". He then started pushing in me again. Those initial inches of his big cock made my cock ooze cum, without me shooting. Fuck he was so sexy! "You are taking my cock Tim, all of it. I am going deep and going to fuck you full". Robert then pulled out several inches before going back in deep again, I know he was pushing on my second sphincter now, pushing deeper and deeper, then pulling out, and pushing deep again. his pace started becoming very steady with long slow strokes deep into my cunt. I wanted to stroke my cock so bad and cum hard, but every time I touched my cock Robert pushed my hand away and told me "Not yet". This continued for what seemed like forever, but was probably closer to fifteen minutes, when I felt Robert picking up his pace, in and out, and growing even harder. "Tim I am close. I am getting harder. I am going to push deep into your guts and cum." and he moaned again. He pushed in deeper than I have ever had a cock and told me "Take my load baby" and started pulsing his big heavy load into my stomach, I knew he was trying to impregnate me. My cock throbbed all by itself and started shooting on my stomach at the same time! It was at this time I knew I wanted to be his and converted by him. With Robert putting his poz seed past my second ring, I am sure I would sooner rather than later. Soon Robert was lying next to me on the bed, me on my back and he next to me, leg over mine and his wet cock on my thigh, still oozing. "Tim, I do love fucking you, it is so intense, what is with that? I mean I get so deep in you and your ass just milks my dick, I can't help but cum hard and even cum in you. I do love cumming in you, but you do know at some point, odds are I am going to convert you Tim." I looked Robert in the eyes, reached down and squeezed his cock, and said "I know baby, believe me I know. I have thought about it so much since Sunday and can't stop thinking it will happen and I will always carry you in a special place in my heart for that." "John could also convert you Tim, which I am ok with, but that is a possibility". "Yes I know, and if you are ok with it, I am too. Right now, it is only you two putting your poz loads on me, you more than him, and way deeper, so we have to live with that, the not knowing." "Tim, should we plan a day this weekend for us to fuck you again"? "Yes, please baby, I want that really bad." Soon we drifted off, me dreaming of Saturday. I left Robert's later that night, making it home to my bed and some great rest. The plan was to confirm with John about Saturday and making it an all day, night, event. Robert and I agreed to not masturbate at all the remainder of the week, and keep our distance so nothing could happen. Robert would also suggest the same to John. I awoke for work and texted Robert while getting ready. "I loved last night, thank you baby. let me know if you hear from John today! EXCITED" When I got out of my shower and getting dressed, I had a response from Robert. "Tim, you are so amazing, thank you for coming over yesterday, loved it too. heard from John already, he is in and no cumming this week" I immediately got excited, this was going to be a tough week. 🙂

Remember after the top shoots his load down your throat and its over...ITS OVER. Let your man enjoy the orgasm then turn your focus on getting him cleaned up. (Please don't use toilet paper) Thank him and follow his cues as to how he likes to wind down after a good blow job.

Anyone have any intel on whether the GSA water sports parties that used to happen monthly in Brooklyn are coming back? I feel like I haven’t heard anything about them at all since pre-pandemic …

Coming Home 2 Part of me couldn’t comprehend what was happening... I was on my knees with Frankie’s cock... a cuntboy’s cock... in my mouth but it was what I needed. Finally losing myself in the moment, I worked my tongue against his now hard cock. “Fucking cocksucking cuntboy...” Daddy growled in approval, watching Frankie holding my face with both hands and begin to plunge in and out. I was gagging but soon got into the rhythm... remembering to time my breathing between each thrust. It was coming back to me. The memories came rushing back... the taste of precum... the feeling of serving cock. Every time the helmet of the cuntboy’s cock hit the back of my throat, it reinforced my place in the world. This was where I belonged. I was born to service all cocks. The assault continued and soon I could feel Frankie’s grip tighten. This was the moment I now worked for.... “GODDAMN CUNTMOUTH!” Frankie yelled pulling his cock back and shooting a huge load on my tongue. Greedily, I swallowed the salty load as his shaft now rested on my tongue before withdrawing. “Cuntmouth,” Frankie smiled, tracing my lips with his thumb and I took it in without a second thought. “Yeah, cuntmouth” I moaned, realizing the transformation that just happened. My eyes kept focus on Sammy’s sweating face... his dilated greens eyes fixed on me. “Fucking cuntboy...” he laughed… beading sweat rolling off and hitting me. Releasing his thumb... a representation of his cock... I moved down to his right foot and kissed it. “Now that’s my cuntboy,” Daddy smiled as Frankie raised his right foot. I took the offered foot in my hands and began to worship it... gently holding it with both hands while my tongue slowly moved from heel along the arch to his toes... sucking each individual one before moving to the other foot. Satisfied, I sat back on my haunches and took in the cuntboy I had just serviced. I was in awe... I had come full circle. I had been allowed to service the cuntboy I was all those years ago. Seeing the look on my face, Frankie pulled me up by my collar into a passionate kiss and tasted the remnants of the first load he was to leave in my cuntmouth. “I’m glad you realized your place.” said, licking his lips. “Though, I’m not sure you had a choice. Daddy was bent on having you back.” Raising my hands to Frankie’s hands still tightly on my collar, I nodded. “And now I have a cuntbro.” I smiled, squeezing his hands. Feeling Daddy’s strong hands on our shoulders, we both turned to him. Daddy stood in front of us with a devilish grin, “Well Sammy, what are you thinking?” Smiling back, “Fuck Daddy, I’m a fucking cuntboy again. And this time, it’s for keeps... what more can I say?” A look of tenderness came over his face for a moment and he moved towards us. We readily accepted his tongue exploring our cuntmouths as his hands moved to invade our cunts. “Shit!” we, his cuntboys, growled in unison before he pushed me aside. Now on the floor, I began to whimper watching my cuntbro on all fours take Daddy’s now hard cock. “Fucking cuntboy,” Daddy growled, hearing my whimpers. “There’s another packed pipe in the drawer over there,” he motioned. “Fucking get used to not being the only cuntboy,” Quickly, I crawled over to the drawer and pulled out the glass pipe and held it to my lips while lighting the torch and warming the bowl. The crystals began to glow and release the thick white clouds and I inhaled deeply. Holding it in my lungs, I watched the frenzied fucking Daddy was giving Frankie. Releasing the cloud, I moaned in a jealous fit, wanting Daddy’s cock for myself. I crawled over to them, trying to force myself into the fucking. Angered, Daddy pushed me back. “GET THE FUCK BACK CUNTBOY!” he yelled as he pounded my cuntbro. “FUCKING SMOKE THAT SHIT AND WATCH!” Dejected, I moved to pick up the pipe and took a long, deep hit. The chems seemed to relax me and I began to get turned on watching my cuntbro take Daddy’s cock. “Fuck yeah!” I growled, watching the look on Frankie’s face with every stroke. “Take Daddy’s cock, cuntbro!” “Yeah, cuntbro?” he responded. “You like watching me take cock?” “Shit yeah!” I moaned, exhaling other cloud. I remained there... now a total chemmed-up cuntboy, watching them. My hands moved to my crotch and grabbed at my limp cock and pulled.... “Fuck!” I whimpered... “Useless!” Daddy laughed, continuing to pound Frankie’s cunt. “Fucking useless tina dick on your cuntbro, Frankie!” “S’ok, cuntbor.” Frankie grunted, “No one’s gonna want your tina dick anyway. It’s your cunt that Daddy wants. Fuck your cock... it’s all about cunt for you.” I continued watching... hoping that Daddy would tire of him but the intense fucking continued. I was growing agitated, until I heard Daddy call to me. I immediately, straightened up but it wasn’t what I wanted. “Get the fuck over here, Sammy.” he yelled, “Feed some of those clouds to your cuntbro.” The disappointment was all over my face... I slowly moved to them. “NOW!” Daddy yelled, shoving his cock into Frankie’s cunt and forcing him down on his elbows... cunt up. Quickly, I scrambled and placed the pipe stem in Frankie’s mouth and lit the bowl. “Get him nice and spun like you, Sammy.” Daddy ordered watching him take in the smoke. “That’s it... more.” Inhaling deeply, Frankie held it in and raised his chin to me with a pleading look. I smiled and lowered my cuntmouth to his... our lips almost touching. He began to release the white cloud and I instinctively took it in. “AGAIN!” He ordered and we began to exchange clouds. The fucking increased as Daddy’s thrusts became shorter and harder... With lips now sealed together, our tongues began to clash as the cloud enveloped both cuntmouths. Knowing it wouldn’t be long now, we both inhaled the last remnants of the cloud as Daddy exploded in Frankie’s cunt. “GODDAMN CUNTS!” Daddy roared, exploding into Frankie. Finally spent, Daddy stood, grasped my head and smashed it against Frankie’s face, forcing our cuntmouths together. “SHARE!” he ordered forcing us to expel the last of the cloud in our lungs into each other. The combination of chems and what I had just been subjected now drove me crazy. Immediately, I moved to Daddy’s cock to clean it... tasting the remains of his load and my cuntbro’s cuntjuices. “Good cuntboy,” Daddy sighed from pleasure, “You remember your training.” Satisfied I had done my job, Daddy patted my head and motioned to Frankie. “Go on... Feed.” Immediately, I moved to Frankie’s leaking cunt and spread his asscheeks to reveal his wet swollen cuntlips. “Beautiful!” I moaned and began to lap up the fluids. God... I didn’t realize how I missed it! The nerve endings in my now shaved skin began to pulse, and I continued to feed on the intoxicating mixture. “FUCK SAMMY!” Frankie bellowed, shoving himself onto my face and covering my face in remains of the fuck and my saliva. “Alright Sammy.” Daddy said, interrupting my feeding. I continued on, ignoring my Daddy. “I said, ALRIGHT!” he ordered, pulling me off and slapping me across the face. I was in shock... all I could do was stare into Daddy’s angry face. Seeing the chem-fueled glaze on mine, Daddy took a breath. “Put him in the bed and get him something out of the medicine cabinet...” he told Frankie before turning back to me. “Guess it’s been a bit overwhelming...” he said, holding my face in his hands. “Welcome home, cuntboy. It’s been a long time.”

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