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My boyfriend and I decided to go to Berlin for the weekend. While we had vaguely heard about the vibrant gay scene over there, little did we know that we were going to leave with our assholes completely destroyed. We decided to go to a sauna called ‘boiler room’ and from the auspicious glance that our Uber driver gave us, we knew that we were going to have a great time. From the moment we stepped into the venue the horniest scene filled my eyes. There were the hottest German boys everywhere, some with red towels around there waists, and others letting it all hang out. My boyfriend and I decided to split up to see who could get the most loads by the end of the night. As he headed towards the wet sauna area, I headed towards the maze and instantly locked eyes with an extremely cute Italian boy. Put simply, his body was amazing. The combination of his hot muscles combined with his cheeky grin instantly made my cock twinge. I grazed my hand on his pert bottom, and he grabbed my hand in search of an empty room. Around us was the sound of animalistic fucking, there was just so much raw, horny sex happing all round us. Finally, after passing many occupied rooms, we found one at the end containing a single leather bench and a sling. My cock just got even harder. Upon noticing the viewing window, my Italian friend asked if I minded of people watched. The prospect of that was enough to send my cock to full mast. The Italian boy looked down and saw my cock protrude out of my towel like so and dropped it, and went down to suck it. The way that he used his tongue was nothing that I had ever felt before. And when I loosened his towel, the largest cock I had ever seen was revealed, growing harder as I caressed it inside my mouth. After a round of glorious messing about, he motioned towards the sling and indicated that I should get on it. I had never used a sling before, but I was more than eager to try. He helped me into the swinging leather contraption, and as he positioned my legs in the straps, I noticed how vulnerable my arsehole was- exposed for anyone to take advantage of. After he had positioned me, he lubricated his gleaming penis with his spit and started grazing it against my arse crack, teasing me as it readied itself to enter. And then he did, slowly at first, but then faster and deeper. The swinging motion from being in the sling made me feel as though I was closer to the motions of his glorious body as he rearranged my insides. Watching his gleaming, sweaty abs as he fucked me raw was a most majestic sight, I wish that my partner could see me now, he loved to see me being taken advantage of. looking towards the window, I could see three massive guys stroking their cocks in appreciation of the scene. And all of a sudden as the Italian increased his pace, and as his breathing got deeper and deeper, he let a gasp and I could feel his penis pulsate in my hole, leaving gushes of beautiful semen deep inside my hole. I made a mental note. That was just the first load of the night…

I walked up to the counter of my local gay sauna nervously with my head down. I had walked past a few times before plucking up the courage to go in. Being such a nerd I didn’t get as much as the twinks at uni so thought it would be worth giving a go. I had watched a lot of porn including bb and needed to explore. The man at the counter said, “come on lets see your ID”. I showed him and he said “21, you’ll be popular, it’s half price for under 25s. Want some poppers too?” I nodded. He said “want a tour?”. He showed me the locker rooms, the showers, the sling room and at the end of the long corridor of cabins he said “this is the dark room – no lights in there”. I asked “do people in there use condoms?”. He replied “they are in tubs all around with sachets of lube – some guys use em, some guys don’t, do what you and your partners feel is best”. I went and had a shower and started to walk down the corridor with the cabins seeing who was inside. I saw a beefy bear doing the same further back along the corridor. I got to the end grabbed some lube and condoms and kept going into the dark. I sniffed some poppers and lubed my hole up. It felt so dirty and no-one was likely to come in. A minute or two in an empty darkroom never hurt anyone. I sniffed again as I heard footsteps and without thinking suddenly felt myself snogging and running my hands over a beefy hairy man. I started to hungrily suck his cock and he started moaning. At one point to steady myself I put a hand on the floor only to find it on top of a used condom – I’d found the place I belong. The bear pulled me up and we snogged again for a minute or two. Then he ordered me to sniff counting down from 10. He told me to kneel on the bench so he could ride my hole. The bear started to slide his cock against my hole and I moaned in pleasure. I reached back and felt raw dick against my hole. “What are you today? Are you the dirty little twink who would rides a strangers dick raw get flooded with cum or the clever student who stops for a condom?” I moaned “breed my twinkhole”. He pushed his cock fully into my hole and I groaned with pleasure. “Thank you for breeding me raw sir”. He spanked my ass and started to increase the pace. He growled “you’re a nasty little slut, you don’t care about names or status, you just need raw cock – what do you need?”. I shouted “RAW COCK SIR! YOUR RAW COCK! INFECT MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM”. That pushed by daddy over the edge and he growled then yelled “infecting you now bugboi!” and shot rope after rope of cum growling and panting. He pushed his still hard cock in and out until he started to go soft and then slapped me on the ass and said “enjoy them poz swimmers in your ass. You’ll be back” and slapped my ass and walked off.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

I agree. As a total sub bottom I feel that because a bottom does not ( or should not) release in the presence of a man there is a hunger that builds. On Friday I was bred three times but went to bed hungry because I will only release while getting bred naturally through my dicklet without touching it. I also feel that true bottoms have a “cycle”. Every month I get an incredible urge to be bred (more than normal) and nothing seems to fill it. Not gangbangs. I have put my pussy up to a glory hole and had stranger after stranger breed me. I hang out in truck stops and parks looking for random men to seed me. It’s like I am hungry and need to be fed. This craving is not with the same intensity each month but some months are worse. I turely think that real bottoms are born not made.

IM JUST BACK FROM GETTING BRED HARDCORE AT ROUGH-STOCK ROUND UP IN VERMONT ALL WEEKEND & IT WAS AWESOME. I was the star mare at this month’s round-up at Rough Stock in Vermont. Upon arrival through 5.5 hours of driving through a blizzard to get from my home to Newberry, Vermont, I was stripped down, blindfolded, tied over a couch and four very hung stallions tag teamed me. Each dropped a load and the owner dumped a second load in my ass. (He likes me!) I was then introduced naked and full of cum to the other 12 guys sitting around playing with their cocks. It was almost 1am and I was exhausted after a full week of work, driving, getting bred but there was an older daddy sitting on display holding court and he had the juiciest cock yet. I couldn’t resist. After saying hi and exchanging names with all, I picked up his HEAVY cock, dropped to my knees and said “May I?” to which he said, “That’s the last time you have to ask.” And I dove down onto his cock. It was big but I am good with big. I sucked a deep throated load out of him, swallowed it all and went straight to bed. I slept til 12:30pm on Saturday. I’ll write up Saturday in a separate post…

I'll try to make this short and quick so that all of you will read it. I made a big mistake. I started talking to a hot poz guy (Ben) online; and he told me how lonely he was and that all he wanted to do was cuddle with someone. I felt sorry for him. And he was very handsome so I decided to take him up on his offer. He promised he wouldn't do anything that I didn't want to do. I still can't believe how quickly things changed. He was spooning me. And I told him he could take his underwear off since I had mine on. I couldn't believe how big his cock felt pressed against me. I felt around with my hand and grabbed at his cock through his underwear to confirm he was as big as it felt. It was massive! Well, I kinda messed up. Since I grabbed at his dick, I think he assumed that it was okay to take off his underwear. He asked if I could spit on my hand and jerk him off. I thought that seemed safe and I won't lie. I wanted to touch his dick. So, I spit on my hand and started jerking on him. God damn, he was so fucking big! I kept adding more spit because he seemed to breath heavier the wetter his dick became. "You want this?" he asked me. I didn't think he really meant it. I thought he was just teasing me and I just kinda answered it reflexively, "Fuck yeah! I want it." Next thing I know, Ben positions me on my side and I thought we were gonna start spooning again. But, then I feel his thick cock head poking around my hole. "What are you doing?!" I asked him as I started to panic. I just kinda froze. Everything happened so fast. And as his cock found his way inside me, it felt incredible. So wet and so hard! I started to realize what was happening then. HE WAS FUCKING ME! This isn't right. I can't let this happen. I try to tell him to stop. But, I can't make the words out. The internal conflict I felt was insane. I WANT THIS! said one part of me. HE NEEDS TO STOP! screamed the other part. All I could do was let out moans, though as he continued to plunge it into me. FUCK YEAH! GIVE IT TO ME! .... No wait, don't fuck me. FUCK ME !!! Finally, I was able to say "warn me before you come" and I felt proud and relieved that I started to regain control. Those feelings barely lasted for a second though. Because then he blurted out a moment later, "I'm gonna cum!" I felt an even more intense jab. And I just assumed he knew to pull out. It felt too intense though and I shot my load as he drilled in somehow deeper than before. I felt his throbbing cock and soon realized he was cumming up in me. Oh shit! Before I could say anything, he pulled out. But, it was too late. He already pumped a poz load deep inside me. :-( So .. please learn from this. Don't let this happen to you! Don't cuddle with hot poz guys. It's too hard to say no once it starts. And then once you get it, you want it again. I didn't want to kick him out of my bed. And so, I woke up to him pounding my hole again a few hours later. And I still couldn't say no. So, be careful!

Part 6 The next few weeks fly by. My life consists of serving eight Mexican men with my mouth and pussy. Some fuck me like I'm a piece of meat. Some love me like I'm their spouse. Of course, Luis has to put on a show every day at lunch. I don't know which he enjoys more: using me or being a godlike figure to his fellow men. He always comes up with a new way to show off. Sometimes it's sitting his bare sweaty ass on my face for an hour while I lay on the lunch table and eat him. Other times it's fucking me in positions I've only seen pornstars do. This summer has been incredible and I don't want it to end. I've been so busy inside the trailer that I failed to notice the construction project is wrapping up. One night, I get a text from my uncle. "Jordan, I can't thank you enough for your hard work. Thanks to you, the men worked extra hard and finished the project! Take the last couple weeks off to rest before you head back to school. I'm sure you need it!" It takes me a moment to process what this means. It's over. My days as the White Whore are done, just like that. But wait a minute, I'm still locked in chastity! Luis has the key around his neck. Fuck! I frantically text my uncle back and ask him for Luis' phone number. Thankfully, he provides it. Hopefully Luis isn't back in Mexico already fucking his wife while my chastity key dangles from his neck. It feels like he will never respond. I start to Google ways to remove a chastity cage when his reply comes in. "I didn't forget about you, WW. I'm leaving town tonight. I'll swing by and give it to you, what's your address?" I text him my address and breathe a sigh of relief. I won't have to take a hacksaw to my crotch after all. Later, I get a text from Luis that he is on the way. Thankfully, my parents are away for the weekend. I don't need them meeting the man whose been fucking me all summer. The doorbell rings. I open the door and there he is, that amazing dark skinned god who towers over me. He's not covered in sweat or wearing work clothes today. He's well dressed and clean shaven. "Thank you for swinging by, Luis. It looks like you're in a hurry so we can make this quick," I say. "Ah, ah. I'm still calling the shots here, White Whore," he says with that devilish smile I've grown accustomed to. "You want this key, you gotta earn it."

I had an appointment near downtown today. The freeway traffic was lighter than expected and I arrived in the area of my meeting about 40 minutes early. So, I swung by the adult bookstore nearby. The lot was full and I had to circle the block before a parking stall became available. It was 1pm on a Monday. This is usually a good time for sucking str8 guys. During the lunch break hours, this place tends to fill up with str8, married guys looking for a quick bj before heading back to work. I entered the arcade to see that most of the booths had the red lights on, indicating someone was inside, watching a film. I tried a few doors. Found one unlocked and entered to find a rather nerdy looking guy in his mid 30's. He was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt and wearing thick, black glasses. He had his dick out and was jacking off to a str8 flick. I locked the door and dropped to my knees. He let out an audible moan as I closed my lips around his cock and began to suck. His cock was a rock hard, 6 incher. Thick and uncut. I sucked and chewed on his foreskin as he stroked the back of my head. I softly massaged his hairy balls as I sucked. I could tell from his breathing and soft grunts that he was going to be a quick cummer. Sure enough, I moved my finger from his balls and found his asshole. I didn't press in, but just gently rubbed his puckered asshole. That put him over the edge. His groaning turned louder and he let out a yelp. "Oh, FUCK!!!" He grunted as he unloaded his cum into my mouth. In typical str8 guy fashion, the moment he came, he pushed me back, he stood and pulled some tissues from the dispenser on the wall. He wiped his cock and stepped into his pants. Pulling them up. He was out the door before I stood and wiped my mouth with a tissue. I exited the booth and began to try doorknobs again. I found another booth with an unlocked door. Inside I found a guy in his late 60's. He looked a lot like the grandpa that lives next door to me. I wasn't particularly turned on by him, until I saw the big, hard dick he had in his hands. I locked the door and assumed my usual position on my knees, between his legs. His cock was cut and at least 7 inches. Fairly thick with a big mushroom cockhead. This guy was silent as I began to suck. He never did make a sound or a moan. But, his cock was rock hard, so I knew he was enjoying my mouth. About 10 minutes of sucking brought his cum in my mouth. It wasn't a big load, like the earlier guy. But it was sweet and I always enjoy knowing I've gotten a str8 guy off. I thanked him for his load, but got no response as I straightened my hair and left his booth. I checked my watch. I had 10 more minutes before I had to absolutely leave to make it to my appointment on time. As I was debating if I should go or stay for a bit, a short, buff, scruffy looking guy in his late 20's or early 30's came into the arcade. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt covered in paint splatters covering them. His messed up dirty blonde hair also had splattered paint all over it. He looked like the blue collar, scruffy, bad boys that I love to get off. We were walking toward each other, but he didn't seem to look at me at all. He quickly found an empty booth with a green light. He went into the booth, closed the door. I didn't hear him flip the door lock, so it probably meant he was up to get sucked off. I waited until he had started a film and the light turned to red. I gave him a few moments to get settled and horny, then tried his door knob. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He was leaning against the wall, rubbing his crotch. He never looked at me, but kept his eyes glued to the fake titted bimbo that was screaming in fake ecstasy as a tall, muscular black guy is pounding her with his bbc. I walked over to him and began to feel his bulge. He moved his hand and let me rub his already hard cock through his dirty jeans. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his waistband and fly. I pulled his tight jeans down and put my mouth over his rock hard cock inside his white briefs that had the faint smell of piss. Then I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my lips around his smallish 5 inch, slender, cut cock. I love sucking smallish cocks as much as monster cocks. I love being able to work both my lips and my throat on a guys throbbing cock. He must have been super horny because he literally was cumming down my throat in 3 minutes. I milked his cock with the back of my throat as he unloaded in me. He was silent, but his body was convulsing and shaking as he came in me. By now, I had to get going. I quickly pulled myself together, left the store and drove to my appointment. Arriving right on time. It was so nice to be back in the arcade, taking load after load of str8 cum.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

Because in everyday life I call the shots and people are dependent on me and my decisions/action. I hold the power and authority over hundreds of people who are working to please me and be in my good graces. That gets heavy and my release is being a powerless cumslut. So, as a cumdump/cumslut I let all that go and get used. Men take what they want, how they want and if satisfied reward me with a load. I’m at their mercy and under their control. A begging little whore for their enjoyment and use. I become a thing for their pleasure with no regard for my release. They just use me and I prefer they don’t even bother with my cock. It ruins it if a top is “concerned” or wants to focus on my cock. It’s not about pleasing me. It’s about turning my whole being over to be used to please others. Being a hole, a slut, a worthless cum receptacle making sure I satisfy their desires and milk out every drop of their cum I can ensuring satisfaction and pleasure. The idea of a man breeding me without a thought to my orgasm and the prospect of multiple men being satisfied using my holes is a huge rush and drives my thoughts. I crave being used and collected cum rewards. So much so I imagine just about every man I meet at least briefly,what it would be like for him to be cumming in my hungry hole. When I’m in that zone, ANYONE and EVERYONE can use me. I would never turn down a hard cock and the chance to receive their cum.

NEG and wish to stay so. Recently moved by some posts on here about the hard reality of living with HIV and the possible consequences of chasing it. I’m not judging others, but just wish continued NEG for myself, yes paradoxically, seeking breeding as a continuous neg top with consensual bottoms, poz or neg. If it happens it happens but just not intentionally chasing it.

I just had my second gangbang yesterday. I wore a jockstrap and was passed around for about 3 hours among 8 guys, who Dpd, spitroasted, and took turns coming in my mouth and pussy. During this time I spend 4 hours moaning, begging them to fuck me harder, and telling them to “shoot it in me” While they 2 guys were doing the DP the one guy asked me “do you like this bitch” and I said “yeah fuck me like a little slut” and called him daddy. And that is when I realized, I have become a total slut. Over the past 2 months I have taken over 30 loads. And I’m seriously trying to figure out why I do this? For the bottoms on here, what motivates you to become a cumslut?

Wonderful start... and a hell of a curve ball at the end! I sure didn't see that coming!

Very hot bucket list!

Hopefully now that the holidays are over the story will continue. I definitely need more

Chapter 18 He was going to go into see the Kid and give him another shot when he heard the distinctive sound of latex gloves being snapped. It was coming from the guy that was bent over. The neighbor had lost track of time and the guy that was going to fist the one guy was already there and getting ready to wreck that older fag’s ass. He really hoped that could get him to one of the farms for some extended paly. He told the guy to wait a couple minutes before he did it because he wanted to give him something to help him. When he didn’t realize was that the guy had prepared a booty bump for this occasion. He was going to get his fist in the guys ass one way or another. The guy had mixed up a strong one and had already shot it up the old guy’s ass. The Neighbor went thru the door and stopped for a second to check on the Kid there was a puddle in the pan under his perch with the cum and piss that had dripped out and there was a guy with an average cock pumping the Kid’s ass. The Kid’s ass was a sloppy cummy mess. He went in the room and asked the Kid if he was having fun and if he wanted to stop. The Kid was not as spun as he was but all he could muster to ay was “ No, I love this “. With the way the Kid was tied down he couldn’t move mush but with the insane pounding the guy was giving him his body was jerking pretty hard. He called out and asked the guy fucking the kid to hold on for a moment. When the guy stopped the neighbor gave the kid another slam. The had the Kid’s eyes rolling and him coughing, when they heard the Kid coughing someone said “ Tear the Kid’s hole open “. The Guy stared pounding the Kid’s ass again. The Kid was saying “ More, give me more “. The Neighbor wasn’t sure what the Kid was saying or meant, He figured he wanted more up his ass but wasn’t sure. Either way there was no way he was getting more Meth for a while. The Neighbor walked over to the guy that was about to get fisted and prepared to gave him a slam also, This wasn’t as big as the Kid’s but it would work to help open his ass for what was coming. Even as experienced at administering the chems, he had a problem finding a vain whit the guy face down, he finally found a got one and give him the point. The Guy stared coughing immediately and was making all sorts of moaning and other sounds. He had never heard anyone respond to this like that. He bent down and told the guy “ Enjoy tonight, you’re going to be in a new club after this “. He was talking about the guy that probably shot a toxic load in him earlier and the fist fuck club he was about to be in. If that had their way he would end up a farm later but that was still to be determined. He walked around to the wall and the fisting guy had already gotten half his hand n the guy. He walked over to the guy and said he had given him a slam and he should be ready now. The guy stopped for a minute and said he had given him a booty bump that had Tina in it a slight bit of K. The looked at each other for a second and the Neighbor asked him how the guy was doing. The guy fisting him said he was going great. He reached down into the pan that was under him, it had a good amount of cum and what-ever in it. They figured that there was some chems in piss in it. The fisting guy gathered a as much as he could in his hand and pushed it back in the guys ass. He smiled and said “ This makes great lube for fisting, and I can make sure his insides are coated with it “. The Neighbor said “ There is another pan over there if you need more “. The Guy said “ I think it will be enough but if you want it in this pig I can do that or we can pump it into that Kid’s ass and guts “. The Neighbor said “ Let me know when you want to do it “. The Guy went back to working his had in the guy’s ass. The Neighbor moved a tripod over to the guy with a camera on it. He angled so that all you could see was the guy’s ass and the hand that was trying to gain access to it. Earlier he had mounted a Mic on the other side so they cold hear the guy when he got that first fist in him. He had some guys scream and others moan loudly. He set this up to record and to stream on an app he used for such occasions. It was probably the same app that got the Kid into all this trouble. They knew that the guy was flying high by now and that it was time for him to loose that FF cherry. The Fister stared to work his hand n the guys ass. He already had four fingers in all the way and had a couple fingers from his other hand stretching his hole, He did this again and the guy was moaning and grunting loudly. The guy pulled back and started pushing his closed hand into the guy’s soon to be broken ass. Most of the hand was in the guy’s ass and you could hear they guy yelping, saying “ Easy, go easy, Owe that hurts some “. When he said that the guy’s hand was all but in the pig’s ass. It hadn’t snapped around the guys wrist but that just a few moments way. When the Pig’s ass ring snapped around the guys wrist you cold hear the guy saying loudly “ Oh fuck, shit, damn “ . He kept saying the same over and over. The Guy fisting him laughed and said “ He is either cuming or he is pissing. Look at this “. The Neighbor looked and noticed a small stream coming from his shriveled cock.

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Very good advice and a clear description. Thanks for sharing!

Part 5 Caio was right behind me, his erect cock standing tall against my ass. I was still pissing in the guy’s ass which was overflowing down on his face, filling nostrils and eyes orbits. He pushed me forward, crushing even more the guy under me. I felt the piercing going down between my cheeks to sink down in the wells of piss that had become the hostage hole. - Urgggh - Fuck - Hot Three different reactions from the trio that we had formed. Taking leverage by his hands on my shoulders to take leverage, Caio pulled out Cuntbuster completely, creating an obscene suction in the overstretched hole. I shuddered, close to orgasm. - Don’t dare you cum, pretty boy And with all his weight, Caio buried Cuntbuster to the hilt. A loud snap was heard and the guy wail liked a wounded animal. Encouraged by the small crowd cheering, Caio repeated his performance few times. - Just for the fun of it, he said One of the guys managed to insert his flaccid cock in the hostage after writing on his forehead the words: Piss Bucket. *** Most of the girls were gone now except a couple, including the ginger from this morning. The other one was blowing the delivery guy as a tip. I took the opportunity to dress and put distance between me and Caio. I only found my jeans and sneakers. My t-shirt, socks and underwear were nowhere to be seen. - Nice performance Leo had captured my total encounter with Caio. Almost 2 hours of footage in which I almost got fucked. I asked him to delete the recording, not wanting to find myself on some random gay porn sites. - Nothing wrong with it I begged to differ, but with Leo, it was useless to argue. The shooting resumed as per schedule. Caio was following me like a predator. It was making me nervous and distracting me which cause Leo to intervene - Shooed away, you fucker The last scene scenario was a double date where the two girls were plotting together as their “boyfriends” watched a game. Like any porn plot, the girls started making out with the guys and started to undress. - Fuck me I was dumbfounded. The gorgeous ginger was a guy! And same for his(her) partner. The foursome fornicated in every position possible to end with facials. Leo and I packed all the materials in a record time, it was just few minutes past midnight. Two guys carried out the hostage guy which looked to be in some sort of disarticulated pretzel. A demolition team were already tearing down all the decors. I realized that by noon today, there would be no trace of what happened here. Caio and two other guys had decided to drive to a club downtown. - You’re coming with me, pretty boy I looked at Leo who just shrugged - I told them you would go. They are a good customer of mine. A problem? There was no harm to join them for a beer or two, and then excused myself. *** The car was parked on a quiet side street. The car trunk was open. - We’ll be back. You be quiet, neighborhood isn’t safe There, in the trunk, the hostage was laying naked and caked with crusty cum, saliva and blood. I noticed the guy had a very small cock and balls. - If you try to escape, alert someone or any fuss, I will make sure your bones count goes way over 250. One of the actors pulled a large plastic bag with various toys that were used in the various shooting. Pretzel got his hand ties to his knees, alligator clamps on nipples, ear lobes, nose, foreskin and balls. Satisfied with his work, the actor spitted a huge gob of phlegm. I looked at Caio in disbelief. - Your choice. You can join him or come with us. To my surprise, it was one of the regular club where me and my friends uses to hang out, even brought my ex-girlfriend a couple of time. The music was good and the crowd friendly. As we enter, I recognize some familiar faces. Ben Schultz was there with his girlfriend. We went to high school together. He became a star-athlete in college. We weren’t close friends, but enough to greet each other. I wasn’t really popular. And contrary to what one might believe, having a dad offering without shame to suck them as soon as they walk in, is not a winning ticket. Oh yeah, he succeeded to blow some of them, but never stick around for long. - To the new assistant! Cheers As I sip my beer, Caio put his arm around my shoulder and was laughing without sexual innuendo. I was really tired from the long day and thought nothing of it. The guys went silent suddenly and one whispered something to Caio who raised his head looking at two guys that just entered the bar. A large man in nice clothing preceded by a Slavic-look guy who was scouting the room for someone. He walked directly to Caio when he saw him. - Don’t say a word and don’t do anything, whatever happens, if you know what is good for you. Both actors looked worried, but Caio was all smile - Dimitri! My friend! They brotherly hugged and exchange few words. Then Dimitri look at me and asked Caio who the slut was. - An assistant, works with Leo. Dimitri pursed his lips and nodded. He slipped his hand inside my jeans founding my hole, grazing a finger. - Not fucked? - Not yet Dimitri took my face in his hand and turned it toward the suite man. A brief and awkward pause. The suit man shook his head and Dimitri let me completely go before fending crowd in search for another prey. - May be another time All three guys looked at each other and remained silent. We had another beer, drinking it slowly, but the conversation had died with Dimitri’s appearance. - Try so stay away from him. That was all they told me about Dimitri. I went to men’s room. Dimitri had followed right behind me, but I didn’t noticed. I went to the urinal and Ben was next, horse-pissing. - You’re one of them faggot? The words were slurred. He was slightly drunk. - Let me show you what a man looks like He stepped back and turned around pissing on my lower leg, and start laughing. Dimitri stepped in, grab Ben’s head and smashed it against the wall with force. - Enough for you, arrogant prick, you are coming with me. Lets find out how much man you are. Dimitri marched out the men’s room, still holding Ben’s by the neck. At the door, Dimitri wink at me. - Not a word to anyone, assistant, or I’ll come for you. *** Back at the table, two more actors from the shoot had joined us. Caio looked at me. - Piss yourself? I ignored him, looking around to see if I can spot Ben. No sign of Ben or his girlfriend. Apparently Dimitri and the suited man were gone also, because the conversation had started back between the actors. - It seems that there some actions down the street. Let’s roll.

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.

I remember going to bed with my first bf. I'd be the little spoon as we laid in bed pushing my ass back and slowly gyrating my hips as his dick would get hard. I'd pull my boxers down, then spit on my fingers so i could wet hole then back up and line up my hole with his dick letting him slide in. Once he was in, he was in control slowly fucking me. He would hold me tight kiss my neck until I'd hear his breathing accelerate, his dick expanding and that awesome feeling when he stops moving and all I can feel is the pulsing of his dick, knowing his seed is entering me. We would just lay there, falling aslleep. I loved waking up with that full feeling, his cum still in me and the scent of his cum that had been marinating in my ass. There were times I would roll on my back, lift my legs, hoping to get his morning wood in my already lubed ass.

Thanks for that well thought out comment. Too many people are too reactive. I have this take on the issue as a white 58 year old American: The bottom line is contrary to popular belief, accidentally dropping out of your mom’s pussy on a particular patch of the earth’s soil does not make someone superior to others. People seem to think being born here makes them better than “others” but the fact is we have millions of fat stupid lazy useless uneducated sloppy idiot “real” Americans laying around taking up space, who contribute nothing of value to the United States. They breed and eat. That’s it. id gladly trade them for these desperate but industrious hard working ambitious persistent folks who come to our border wanting work and freedom. I’m so sick to death of fat stupid obese flabby assed lazy whiney hetero Americans. they make me sick. I’m tired of their shit after early 6 decades of hearing it. All of it. All their fucking useless bullshit opinions on everything.

Short answer: bc it’s fun! long answer: positive reinforcement. We fantasize about it until we get a chance to pull the trigger, and when we let loose with a top or tops who use us the way we fantasized about and it’s good, we tie the pleasure of being fucked like a slut with the identity of being a slut. It’s like a tramp stamp on our sexuality and we crave the experience more and 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

new member here! Ive been obsessed with piss and lately I found a way to "drink piss" that is not really nice, but this is what I was doing. I went to this huge BAR that had those huge urinal,it was late, lot of drunk guys...I would just leave some plastic cups inside the urinals and wait to see if a hot or nice straight guy come and piss inside the cup. I would wait him leave the bathroom , grab the cup, go into the reserved area and drink it all while I jerked off. Was a dream come true. Unfortunatelly now there is a bathroom janitorial staying there most of the time, so Im not sure if im gonna be able to do that again...but I hope the janitorial goes away I was wondering if more guys do that type of thing 😄

I think I was a slut 1st, then became bareback bottom. The bareback bottoming just fulfilled my inner slut. Like someone mentioned before, it became known that I’d do bare in boathouse when it wasn’t “allowed” Never got kicked out. Even before that rest areas and truck stops. I was active duty military during the night of aids crisis so wasn’t really active. Was more “It ain’t gay if part of threesome”

LOL @RawUK!!! I'd love to retire to GC! I'll get you a Dutch passport 😉 There's a large British expat community there so you'll fit right in. And plenty of guys to give us our daily doses of 'cream' (without the coffee).

MORE!

Brings back memories of The Fort's sling by the bar though lighting was a lot dimmer!

I updated my profile on sniffles and got two responses. One was a young guy 22 years old He just said he needed to fuck someone and could he come over. Twenty minutes later he was here he gay naked and went right in He had a 8 “ thick cock He started slow and built up . He gave a muffled cry as he filled me with his cum He pulled out and was gone second was a 33 year old who fucked me mant times before He had lost my number and was still up to take his load Of course and in a few hours he came over Him I sucked a little and then in my ass he went He shot a 5 day load in my ass. He stayed in as he pumped several times. when he left my ass was dripping and the blanket underneath me load with cum

Cum as Lube When I was in college, sex with condoms happened a lot more than bareback sex. It was before PrEP, and taking cum in your holes was risky. That risk thrilled me, and still does. The story I’m about to tell may be the first time I shared a boyfriend’s holes on purpose. When I was a junior, I started dating a relatively naïve freshman. We went on three dates before he let me kiss him. He was sexy, tall, slim, blond bangs down to his eyes. The first time I blew him, he put a rubber on first. Ugh. I liked him and figured with a lot of persistence and trust, he’d let me fuck him bare. After a few times topping him safe, he complained that it hurt. I told him spit and drugstore lube were not enough to match the same glide as precum and spunk as lube. My boy asked me how I knew that, and I told him about a guy I dated the summer after my senior year of high school. He wasn’t honest with me about sharing his ass with other guys, but he did let me fuck him raw. I was topping him once, and gobs of cum squeezed out around my cock. I realized he’d been lubed up with someone else’s fresh seed. What should have disgusted me got me so hard. I came in him way too quickly, and stayed hard. I fucked him with now at least two loads oozing out of his hole. It felt amazing. Needless to say, that sounded hot and raunchy to my boy. He had an idea. A couple of days later, we went back to his dorm room. He went to his shared mini-fridge and pulled out a baggie. He grinned and told me he’d shot three loads into it, ready to warm up and lube up with. He’d still make me wear a condom, but he’d be lubed with cum. I knew he was starting his way down the slippery slope of begging for cum in his ass. I rubbered up and squirted the lukewarm globs of seed into his ass and onto my sheathed cock. It did feel better for him, and the nastiness of it got me off. I told him I was glad it felt better for him, but wanted to feel his ass bareback. A few days of prodding wore him down. We repeated the nasty freezer cum trick, and he was pre-lubed with three of his own loads before I slid inside him raw for the first time. I told him it felt so good mixing our seed deep in his guts and I bred him well. I was cumming so hard that I hadn’t realized that his hot jock ‘straight’ roommate had come home into the small room and was jerking off to the raw gay sex show in front of him. The jock slid his cock into his roomate’s / my boyfriend’s mouth and then leaned forward to finger his cummy freshly-bred hole. The guy looked at me and said he’d never fooled around with guys before, but he wanted to try it. So, my boyfriend took the second raw cock of his life that night, and his roommate bred him, adding his seed to the loads stirring around in his guts. The next weekend, we went to a nearby city with a proper gay bar. I was 21 so could drink, but my boyfriend had to wear a wristband and wasn’t allowed alcohol. I had a few beers and got flirty with a tall swarthy stranger at the next stool. When my boy went to the bathroom, the stranger told me we were a cute couple and asked me if my boyfriend and I shared each other. Not quite understanding his question, I grinned and told him about our cum play. He asked if he’d want to fuck a stranger’s load deeper into my boy’s ass. I told him I’d really like that. The guy switched places with me and started flirting hardcore with my boyfriend, telling him how lucky he was to have me as such an understanding partner to indulge his cumplay fantasies. My boy blushed, knowing his secret was out. Minutes later, he had his hands down my boy’s shorts and was playing with his hole. The guy suggested we go back to his place, so we did. Minutes after walking in the stranger’s apartment, he had me and my boy naked on the sofa making out with each other. He asked me to eat my boy’s ass and get it good and wet; he’d only have my spit to lube my boyfriend’s raw hole, but I’d get sloppy seconds. It sounded so hot that I didn’t think to look up as the guy stripped. I ate my boy’s ass as the man tore off his t-shirt revealing a furry chest, with a noticeable biohazard tattoo on his left pec. I knew what it meant. Maybe my boy did too, but he didn’t ask. Instead, he suckled the man’s thick cock and got it wet and hard to fuck him. The man eased me out of the way and had me spread my boy’s cheeks as he slapped his tool against my boy’s crack. I was drooling at the sight and spit on the man’s cock as it split my boy open and sank inside. My boy moaned and I scooted underneath to suck his cock and balls as the man pounded him raw. The man’s hairy balls were in my mouth when I felt them contract and heard him grunt, knowing he was breeding my boy. The man pulled out with a splat. I smeared his seed off my face and onto my dick as I slid into my boy. The fresh cum felt so good sloshing around on my cock, so did his stretched out opened hole. I’d felt the cummy squelchiness before, but never when he was opened up and freshly fucked, let alone by a total stranger with a biohazard tattoo. The whole scene got me so hot I didn’t last long and bred my boy. The stranger asked if we wanted to stick around, but my boy had an evil grin. He made me take a pic of his used slutty hole and texted it to his roommate. The ‘straight’ jock told him to hurry home and he’d add his load to the mix. We got the stranger’s number and promised to keep in touch. On the ride back to my boy’s dorm, I asked if he knew what the guy’s tattoo meant. He thought it had something to do with a video game he must have played, and I just nodded, not wanting to acknowledge that he may have just taken his first POZ load, and I may have just fucked it deeper into him, or that I was about to share his ass with a well-hung jock. In just a few weeks, I’d turned my safe-only boyfriend into a cumdump, taking loads, no questions asked.

That happened to me while in college. Was cruising a basement mens room and hooked up with a gorgeous hispanic guy. I immediately went down on his 8" uncut cock. He asked if he could fuck me and I asked if he had a condom....I really wanted him raw but it was the 80's....he said he didn't but he wouldn't cum in me. I sucked him more and just used spit for lube then bent over. He handed me poppers and fucked me hard, After a few minutes he abruptly pulled out and said he had to go. I got dressed and as was walking upstairs I could feel my shorts were wet. I went into the mens room, dropped my pants and was hit with that unique smell of semen.

Love your penis in the cage it’s cute

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.

I met a guy on sniffles and I sucked his dick for a while. He then wanted to cuddle It was hot and we cuddled. All of a sudden he slipped his dick in me . He fucked me while we were cuddling I could feel his whole body next to me while hi dick was in my hole. All of a sudden he moaned and shot a big load in me He stayed in till he hit soft I was a very hot fuck

I would agree. Watching some piss porn, I never quite got it why the recipient would just let it dribble down their cheek/neck/body. I know some people love to be pissed on, I get it. But if you're right there at the tap, it would be and IS pretty damn hot to just drink it down. Shame to waste it. I've seen a few videos of the bottom drinking and swallowing and not wasting a drop: those videos end up in my favourites. 😉

As a slut bottom i get alot of guys that like an old experienced hole to fuck and they LIKE that im poz they like the danger and risk and they know they can take liberties they don't feel comfortable with with a young guy who hasnt perfected its fetihes so anyone home for the holidays that's lookin for a hole in Connecticut im pretty easy to find here Recon and a bunch of other sites... have a bud lookin for new strains so i ll be happy to make sure he gets them once you deliver them so i can deliver them to him i ll be off meds for holiday visitors that like to gift during the holidays.. Always best to give so others can recieve

I have a 72 yo top, sure he takes a blue pill, but he has a great cock and a great fuck. Since we met he has bred me at least 30 times and I am straight there to serve him whenever he texts. He has great technique and is always reliable for a 30 minute fuck in different positions. He loves it too as i spend a good ten minutes afterwards cleaning his cock and balls.

What about a slurry of piss and cum in your ass, man....then I could felch it out and feed it to you....that would satisfy both our lusts!!

Chapter 5: The Sting of the Scorpion The night was pretty much a blur for me, but my partner filmed it, and I'm happy that he did. i didn't even recall him filming it until a few days later when he asked me what I thought about my sling time. After he told me he filmed it, I said let's invite my old roomie and watch it together. He said he was saving it for our 1 month anniversary! He reminded me that we had agreed to play with undetectable guys, but in the video he said i was visibly excited when the waitedr said things like, are you ready for my toxic load, and your body is mine now. I asked, did that really happen? He said I'd find out on our anniversary. On the night of our 1 month anniversary we went back to the restaurant where the waiter worked, and requested his section. He promptly greeted us with a bottle of champaign and asked how i was feeling. I said horny as fuck, as my partner hadn't let me watch the video yet. I also worried that he had lied to me, and that he was actually toxic and he was asking if I had any signs of the fuk flu. I then asked if he wanted to watch with us later, and he said he had other plans, but had a gift to give us before we left. As we were about to leave, he gave us a small box and said not to open it until we got home. He then paused and said oh wait, you two aren't going back to the dorm tonight. I got a room for you too. He added it was a seedy hotel, but we could simply have the room to ourselves, or invite others over for fun. We both thanked him and headed to the hotel. Seedy wasn't the word for it! Somehow that excited me though. It was like me blowing my partner in the restroom at the lake. We got to the room, and immediately pulled the comforter from the bed, hoping that at least the sheets were cleaner. Thankfully they were. We stripped and got on the bed to open our gift. A beautiful glass pipe, and a generous supply of Tina! My partner quickly loaded the pipe and suggested we smoke some before the video, which we did. Normally I would be afraid of getting charged for smoking even cigarettes in a room, but was sure smoking was allowed here without a " smokers cleaning fee!" We were smart enough to stop by the liquor store for some booze, mixers, ice and fortunately cups, as the no tell motel didn't have ice or cups! We poured a strong drink and fired up the pipe before the video. I wanted a second hit, but my partner said let's watch the video first. Reluctantly I agreed. He loaded the video on his lap top, we embraced and kissed, and then he turned on the video. What I saw shocked me, yet turned me on. After watching the video, my partner said he had yet another Confession. I immediately got up and headed for the liquor, pouring two cups for each of us. He just sipped his, but I chugged mine as though it was a shot, and said confess away. He told me that it was the waiter that was the one that pozzed him. He continued by saying, don't worry, the waiter was truly undetectable unlike he seemed in the video. He continued by saying it was the waiter who not only planted his poz seed up his ass, but also the idea of him pozzing someone. He said the planets must have aligned when he met me. I then asked him the obvious question. If you are certain that he was the one that pozzed you, why aren't you partners. He explained that the waiter was a fuck and go type of guy, not a relationship guy. He said that his pozzing session was quite similar to mine. Very verbal. He said the only difference was he didn't ask the waiters status at the time. He said that he figures the waiter had infected others also. He laughed saying who could resist that 11 inch cock of his! I agreed, and laughed just saying good thing I found him first! My partner continued by saying don't feel angry about the waiter pozzing him. He continued by saying that what he was about to tell me, should be only between the two of us. He said that it was the waiters father that pozzed his son. He said that his father was an old school leather daddy, equipped like his son, and he figured that his dad was full blown, despite his body being in amazing shape. He continued by saying that once the waiter became poz, his father simply told him he deserved it being the cum dump he was. In essence, his father stealthed him, but DNA tracing found out that they had the same strain. We took another hit from the pipe, and fucked like rabbits. Tinac didnt serm to affect my partner much except for making him much more sexual and care free. We were both horny as fuck, and started checking the gay aps to invite others over for fun. There was an endless supply to choose from. The effects from Tina started to effect my partner, so he only bottomed the rest of the night. We tried to coordinate tricks so it would only be a 3 way, and not an orgy. Somehow we fucked up and two guys, both total tops showed up at the same time. It was getting late, and our last tricks for the night, and it was fantastic. My partner and I were about to get fuckt by the first guy when the second arrived. He knocked at the door as my partner was sucking him. I looked through the peep hole, and out of all the tricks we invited, he was the one I desired the most, so I invited him in. My partner and I got on the bed, asses up saying breed us studs! They wasted no time! We were side by side getting fucked, and the tops took turns on each of our asses. Rotating every 5-10 minutes. After several rotations, the one u wanted the most filled my ass, and the second guy filled my partner just minutes after. They both ate our flooded asses and swapped their cum with the one they didn't seed. Was hot knowing we both took their seed, either by ass or mouth.

Of course I'll breed a hole even when asked to pull out. You put yourself in that situation you accept all responsibility.

If she has a brain (and I’m sure she does) she won’t believe that.

I gave myself over to ultimate pleasure; swam the warm waters of sins of the flesh.

reading this thread gets me so horny, I love seeing men talk about how much they love barebacking. only used a condom once here, first time I topped another dude when I was 16. pretty much immediately dropped using them, 15 years later and I've never wrapped up to fuck a guy. way hooked on it at this point, love giving n taking bare cock, nothing turns me off more than seeing condoms. the only time a condom is horny is when guys wanna take it off so they can go bare. there's really nothing like that raw, unprotected rush of having just your wet skin mixing with another guy's, nothing between you both

Assmunch With Wanker squared away, I made my way down the hall toward the meeting spot where Sleeper waited. I glanced behind me to see the huge form of Zeus entering the door behind which Wanker waited. I sure hoped I was right about both Wanker’s problem and Zeus’ situation. My reputation as the asshole whisperer was hanging in the balance. The truth was I had never had a problem with dudes that were gay. I knew one guy in high school who was an amazing dude. Kevin Copeland. He sat next to me in English and History senior year, and he was pretty smart. Not the same kind of smart as Bootlicker, who was crafty and big-brained about facts. No, Kevin was quick but quiet, a thinker, puzzle solver who knew what made people tick. He was always watching people with eyes that rarely stopped moving, making me think of the hands of a clock driven by wheels and gears in his brain clicking along tirelessly with every second of every minute. His dry humor cracked me up too many times, which always got me into trouble in class. He’d mumble a few words out of the side of his mouth during the teacher’s lecture and a few seconds would go by while my mind connected the dots and I’d get hit with an involuntary laugh, after which Kevin’s lips would twitch in an almost unnoticeable grin. At first I thought he got a kick out of getting me in trouble, but later I figured out he just liked making me laugh and that I was someone who understood him. I’m pretty sure that’s why he eventually made a move on me. Kevin was kind of a loner and that always surprised me because he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I mean, I’m not in the habit of checking out dudes or anything, not back then anyway, but Kevin was well put together. He was shorter than me by a couple inches, dark almost black hair that he let grow long, just past his shoulders. It was naturally wavy and thick, looking both wild and tamed at the same time, resting on his shoulders. I kinda envied his hair. My dad would never let me grow my hair long like that. Frequently, almost as an unconscious habit, he’d pull it back from his face, raking his long fingers along his scalp to draw the length back across the top of his head to get it out of his face. When he did, it allowed me to see the square corner of his jaw below his ear, its straight edge solid and crisp all the way to his chin. Sometimes he’d have his hair pulled back in a warrior’s knot, the sides and top tied up in ball towards the top of the back of his head, the back hanging loose to his shoulders. It looked really cool, and one day I told him how good it looked, like a Viking or the Huns we learned about in World History. I got a direct look from his grey eyes and a full smile, both of which were rare things from him. After that he started coming to school with a warrior’s knot more often. I don’t know if he did that for me, or because it was easier for him to manage, or he wanted to look good for himself, I just knew it was fucking cool as hell. Kevin had the grunge look. You know, loose jeans, tee shirt, plaid flannel long sleeve tied around his waist, some kind of hiking boot on his large feet. I could never figure out how a guy that was 5’9” came out with size 11 feet. Hell, I was 5’11” (okay, 5’10” & 1/2… so sue me for lying about a half inch. ) and only wore 9&1/2’s. When he didn’t wear a jacket (always some black leather biker’s thing, or a ragged jeans fabric) you could see he had a dense, sturdy body. Heavy, thick shoulders and arms that were more solid than beefy and muscular. His chest was also thick but without defined pecs like mine. His waist followed the pattern, not fat but still narrower than his shoulders and chest and thick. He had a good butt, if you like that sort of thing and strong legs I later learned came from his love of skateboarding. He obviously didn’t work out and I couldn’t really say he needed to. Like his hair, his attitude , personality and his clothes, his body was a statement of casual strength, not too much effort or attention required as if it just climbed onto him every morning as a whole thing from a pile of comfortable parts. If I had to use one word to describe him, I guess the word was Comfortable. That’s the way he looked, talked, moved, and felt inside my head. Now, it might seem like I focused way too much on how Kevin looked, talked, moved and felt, but in all honesty it wasn’t anything I did consciously until after… well… IT… happened. I still remember everything about that day in vivid detail. School started like any other day, with me hanging out with my friends in front of the cafeteria, waiting to go into the building next door for our first class. We all got to school early so we could hang out and talk about classes, girls, the weekend, and our problems. Kevin wasn’t in our group, like I said he was a loner. Probably because we were all your typical high school jackasses and Kevin wasn’t that kind of guy. Because it was November I was between football and baseball seasons, so there was no practice. Twoadays never left me with time to screw around with my friends who weren’t on the team. Yeah, I was technically a jock, but I just played because I loved the games and competition. I wasn’t on some path to sports superstar. No college was going to recruit me. My stats were just average, I wasn’t physically exceptional (hint - if you’re under 6’ you’d better be exceptional in performance and stats to even get a glance by a college) and I didn’t have the drive. Besides, I’d always figured I’d join the Army like my dad when I got out of high school. Maybe that’s why I didn’t put my all into sports. I liked being part of the team, and the girls loved jocks, and high school was easier when you were a jock. Not all jocks had their eyes set on turning pro, some of us did it for all the other reasons and rewards, like Saturday night blowjobs and young perky tits in your face. When the 15 minute bell rang, we all started going towards the door to the building. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kevin running towards the building from the parking lot, so I waited. He wasn’t sprinting, but his loping strides ate up the distance without any effort showing on his face. I watched as his leather jacket blew open from the wind, his flat solid stomach and hips rotated with each thrust of his legs, the plaid shirt tied around his waist flapping behind him. Three necklaces bounced on his upper chest. It struck me that just like every other aspect of him, he ran comfortably, casually, but with a power and strength that looked easy. It was a weightless glide, not some angry or violent action. I remember that word appearing in my head when I watched him: weightless. Comfortable and weightless. I was surprised how soon he reached me, it had to have been just five seconds. “Thanks “ Calm. Softly spoken. As if he hadn’t just done a 40 yard dash in five seconds without even trying. “Dude. You ever think about running track? You’re fucking fast.” I watched his chest and stomach. Not even breathing a little hard. He looked at me from the corners of his eyes, his face pointed towards my hand on the open door. “Track.” He paused. Then, “track shorts”. Another pause. “Absolutely not.” As usual, my mind took its usual three count to put it all together, and I barked out a laugh. The image of this guy in those high cut, tight shorts, and a tank top was ridiculous. His riveting eyes darted to mine and he did that momentary slight grin. “Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.” I waved him through the door ahead of me. The image of him gliding weightlessly in his track outfit flashed into my head again. “But you’d still make them look good.” I mumbled unconsciously. “What?” He stopped, and I ran into him. “Dude!” I complained. He took a step and turned around. “What did you say?” He was looking me straight in the eye. He had some crazy long dark eyelashes. They made his grey eyes stand out so much. He looked surprised. I shook my head. “Huh? I said good point, they’re ridiculous.” He was still staring at me. This was the longest he’d ever looked me in the eye. It made me a little uncomfortable, but at the same time I couldn’t look away. I remember specifically getting caught in his eyes, thinking how they looked like soft grey flannel. He had soft eyes. “After that. You said something after that.” He uttered with a breathy whisper. Calm. Steady. Weightless. I thought back, a puzzled look on my face. “No I didn’t.” Seriously, I couldn’t remember saying anything after that. “At least I don’t think I did. What did you hear?” He seemed to be searching my face for something, those thought-filled eyes moving back and forth, the clockwork inside his skull turning. I felt like he was taking me apart, piece by piece, looking under the rusty hood. It should have felt intense, like an attack, that stare of his went so deep into me. I have no recollection of where we stood, who was around us, or how much time passed. I let his brain disassemble me, break me into pieces, I allowed it, thinking of nothing except that he could do what he was doing for as long as he needed to do it. I didn’t feel threatened, or tense, or nervous. I was both there and not there. I didn’t exist except where I was reflected in his eyes. I had no body, just floated there before him as his perfect creation. I felt comfortable. Comfortable and weightless. So when he leaned forward, and pressed his lips to mine, I let him. No, that’s the wrong term. I didn’t ‘let’ him. In order to let him I would have had to consciously choose. It just was. In that moment there was only him, his eyes, and his lips that were incredibly soft. What I do remember is that it lasted forever, his gentle steady kiss, before my mouth betrayed me and kissed him back. There was no thought to it, just a kiss my mouth needed to perform on his soft, beautiful gentle lips after they asked me so nicely, like a please and thank you. My head had no thoughts of boys kissing boys. This wasn’t some lurid, licentious or lustful act of depravity. I was just there, engaging in an act of easy natural need like breathing, exploring his mouth with mine without hurry, without thought, just because every movement brought with it a new and more interesting area. At some point in my journey, my adventure upon the softness of his lips, I released my tongue to taste him. His lips tasted like mint. My tongue took its time to find every corner with a slow and deliberate movement. It didn’t flex or harden, remaining soft and languid as it voyaged fully over each inviting pink pillow. Without my asking them to, my hands had risen up to cup his solid masculine jaw, my fingers caressing his neck while my thumbs stroked his cheeks. When my tongue wandered between those comfortable lips, they relaxed exactly as I needed them to, as if our organs were speaking to each other on their own. They needed to talk, to visit, to tell each other stories like friends who had missed each other for too long. His teeth greeted me first, so my tongue searched out every one, tracing their outlines top to bottom and side to side. Incisors. Canines. First molars. Licking , savoring each individual tooth, taking my time to be sure I explored their entire surface, even scraping the sharp points. I went along his gums, finding the crease of his jaw where it met the flesh of his face, and the rigid divider just beneath his nose. I played in the gap where his gums met the smooth white enamel of his teeth, fascinated by the difference in texture, finding it a sexy thing, that juxtaposition of hard and tender, soft and rigid. In my head, this wasn’t a kiss. This was like listening to my favorite song, getting taken away by the music, hearing but not listening because I was transported INSIDE the music, sailing on the notes, carried by the rhythm. No time existed, only the journey and the fascinating new places it would take me on its own without my conscious guidance. In the year since I graduated, I learned that this was a habit of mine, and always had been. My mind would take me and the world would disappear when I found this mental state. No judgment existed, no choice, no worry, just being in the moment as it expanded in my mind. It was safe, it soothed me, excited me, and everything was nothing. My body wasn’t there, not connected to me while my mind went where it needed to. A tiny piece of me fed instructions to my body to give my mind what it needed, and that was all, but I couldn’t tell you what those instructions were. Years later I would understand that this was meditation, letting go of everything to free the mind. Back then I only knew it as losing myself: the place where there was no ‘me’. When my tongue finished, it pulled back slowly, revisiting its favorite places, old friends, a quick goodbye but stopping for a longer moment on its favorite friend, those beautiful gentle lips. And then, his tongue came to visit me. Hesitant. Cautious. It moved so slowly, so tender, asking politely once again. In answer, my hands pulled him into me, my own lips opened even as my tongue darted forth to tease him. I had never had a kiss like this with any of the girls I’d been with. There was no casual, effortless connection with them. With them, there was a purpose, mostly mechanical, a choreographed dance with deliberate steps and movements intended to lead to a sexual act. A sexual act I desperately wanted and loved, in case you thought otherwise. There was always a navigational issue with girls, I could never just lose my self, because every guy had to be hyper aware of every signal, make sure she was in full consent, to make sure she enjoyed it all way more than I was allowed to. All the while she couldn’t enjoy herself TOO much, not wanting to come across as a total slut. Always careful, slightly awkward, each of us holding back. My too big mouth trying not to swallow their too small mouth, my heavy, long thick tongue trying not to choke or overwhelm them. Having to walk the line between strong and aggressive, a too thin line sometimes when your heartbeat sinks to your dick. There was no kiss that only existed as a doorway to a sublime disappearance, a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but an existence. No kiss like Kevin’s comfortable , weightless kiss. And when he felt my permission, my acceptance, he performed his magic again, only this time my mind receded, becoming a spectator once more just like that eternity of his lips first touching mine. His tongue invaded me, eager and on a hunt. It came for something, hungry to conquer. My mouth relished the strength of his attack, the abandon and thoughtless aggression. It would have its satisfaction, it would fill its starved emptiness with everything it could devour. Sacrificing myself to him seemed only right, this desperate animalistic taking , I could deny it nothing. If there was any way I could give it more, I would. On an instinctual level I celebrated the release of the hound, knowing that allowing it to feed meant freedom. His tongue reached my very soul, no different from how his soft flannel eyes ensnared my mind. I fed it to him, I no longer wanted my soul, not inside me. I wanted him to consume it, to keep it prisoner as deep inside his self as he could crush it. I had no reason left. He could take what he wanted, anything he needed. I would just live inside him, such an easy choice. His tongue pushed against my tongue like a bully, throwing it wherever he chose, trying to flip it over on its back. He drove the hardened tip deep into the soft tender flesh on the floor of my mouth, then spread the tip wide to fling my tongue upward like a killer whale flinging its seal victim in the splashing surf of our shared saliva. It was pure playful violence, toying with me. His tongue yanked back, but only so his teeth could nip my lips, before thrusting again into my beaten mouth. A wave of his saliva followed, only for me to swallow every drop after which my lips closed over his tongue so I could suck it dry. I felt like a virgin, like I had never kissed anyone before in my life. Whatever I had done before, it couldn’t be called a kiss. THIS… this was what qualified as a kiss. When had I slumped against this wall, lowering myself so I was below his head? It made his violation easier. He cradled my head with one hand while his other hand danced across my face. I felt his finger enter my lips next to his tongue. He drew back his head slowly, looking at me with his flannel eyes, his finger still in my mouth. I slumped there, staring. My mind was coming back too slow. “How…..?” He gasped. Now he was breathing heavy. He put a second finger in my mouth, and I unconsciously sucked them, captivated by his stare. “Let’s go.” He said, curling his fingers around my bottom teeth and pulling me off the wall by my jaw. I didn’t even care. What the fuck? The world was still gone. Oh I recognized the school, where we were. But I had no idea what time it was, didn’t care. School? Class? Not even on the radar. I followed him to his car, and he was kind enough not to drag me the whole way by my teeth. “Fuck. Sorry Tom.” He said, releasing me. “It’s…. I …. What?” That was the level of my intelligence at that moment. Just saying words. “Get in.” He ordered. Commands. I could do that, follow commands without my mind, super easy. The Army was going to get a perfect soldier. So I got into his car and shut the door, staring out the windshield trying to make sense of whatever this was. “Tom? You okay?” I heard from my left. I turned my head slowly, like some creepy horror movie mannequin. I swallowed before answering. “Yeah. Okay. I’m okay.” “I’m sorry I did that. I don’t know why I did it.” He said, going back to not looking me in the eye. “Did what? What did you do Kev?” I was still trying to grasp reality. Nothing made sense. “The kiss? Kissed you in front of English class?” Which only sent my mind right back there, his lips, my tongue, my surrender. “That’s good.” I muttered distractedly. He looked at me again. “Tom? What? TOM!” His raised voice got my attention, finally. I focused on his flannel eyes, his hair. “Your hair’s messed up.” I told him. Don’t ask me why that was the first thing I chose to consciously say to him. But in my defense, Kevin’s hair was never messed up. He always looked like fucking Tarzan. He smirked. ‘Yeah, you kinda put your hands all over it, through it, pulled it, smelled it. I thought you were going to eat some, but you didn’t.” None of which I remember. Not even to this day. “Really? When?” Now he smiled, a full smile. I remember those teeth, knew each of them intimately. My tongue came out and licked my lips. I have no idea why I wasn’t freaking out. “During what will always be the best kiss of my life.” I blinked. “Oh. Oooooooohhhhhhhhhh” my mouth lingered on the word. Finally, I grasped the entirety of what we’d done. “Oh shit.” Okay, I guess the freaking out part was just holding back a little. “Did we just do that? Like right there in the hallway?” Kevin nodded, his smile reduced to nothing. His eyes looked scared, but hopeful. I leaned back and rested my head against the headrest, closing my eyes. I sighed, thinking… at long last thinking. Maybe not such a perfect soldier, with all the thinking. Kevin waited with the quiet patience he always had. Comfortable silence. Weightless expectation. That was why. Why I said what I did. Because he was comfortably weightless there inside me. I mean beside me. Yeah, that’s what I meant. I looked at him again and smiled. “It was a fucking awesome kiss!” I laughed. He laughed too, the first time I’d ever heard him laugh. It sounded deep and throaty. “You kissed me gone, dude. I seriously left my body. I don’t remember everything that happened, I just remember living inside your mouth. I remember ever single crevice and corner of your mouth, every tooth, every bump. And your lips. Your lips. Those lips.” Before I knew what I was doing, I reached out to touch his lips. “You have no idea what you did to me, where you took me.” I didn’t feel like lying to him, I wanted him to know the truth. I needed him to know how special that was for me. He smiled, and kissed my fingers, still there touching him. “I know what you did to me, and where you took me. That I do know.” He got a little bashful then. “Um… sorry about attacking you there at the end. I don’t know why that happened. You drove me so crazy with what you were doing to me. I couldn’t take it when you let me put my tongue in your mouth. I lost it.” I moved my fingers under his chin to raise his face to look at me. “Kev? Look at me.” He did that thing again, his face pointed off to the side, his eyes looking then not looking, then looking again. “I’m not sorry. I wanted the beast off the leash, that was actually going through my head. I saw that beast inside you and wanted it to feed on me. You were perfect, amazing, so strong and in control. I didn’t know a kiss could be all that. So, thank you. Thank you for kissing me. Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me. I never thought that was possible, but you showed me it is.” I watched as tears started to fall from his eyes. “Thank you too. Tom? I really like you.” I wiped his tears. “Yeah. I like you too Kev. In fact, I know I love you. But I’m straight Kev. We’re going to be close friends, because I love who you are, the guy inside. I like your jokes. I like your always thinking brain.” He chuckled, then took a deep breath, then looked out the windshield. “I figured.” He wiped his eyes on his shoulders. “Are you sure you want to be my friend. I’m gay, Tom. And after that display in the hallway, people are going to talk. I guess I just came out at school.” I grabbed his hand. “Only if you want to. Fuck those people, the ones who want to be mean. You don’t need them. And I’ll shut them up for you if you want.” “But what about you? They’re going to think you’re gay too. Fuck! I screwed this up so magnificently, and now you’re going to suffer.” He threw his head back, raking his hand through his hair and holding his head. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” “Hey, hey, settle down. Get the beast back on the leash, buddy. It’ll be fine.” I really wasn’t worried. “I don’t care if they think I’m gay. You’re gay and you’re amazing. If they think I’m like you, I couldn’t be happier. “ “Really? What if girls don’t want to go out with you?” He asked. I laughed. “Dude, you don’t know girls. They’ll see it as a challenge, can they turn me straight, make me forget about dick? If I play this right I might actually lose my virginity. Some girl’s gonna want to use that pussy power.” His eyes got wide. “You’re a virgin? You?” His surprise amused me. “Yup, turns out that being a good guy makes it extra difficult to get more than a blowjob. I can’t figure out why.” I heard him snort. “What?” I retorted. “You don’t think I’m a good guy? Or was that because I’m not as smart as you?” I’m not sure I appreciated this level of honesty. He shook his head. “No. No, not that.” He grinned. “Let’s see, someone just told me something like ‘you don’t know girls’ or some lame bullshit like that.” He raised his eyebrows. I hated myself for those three seconds before my brain clicked. “Oh you fucking ASSHOLE!” I grinned and punched him hard in the arm. He started cracking up. “You deserved that.” He laughed. “And OW! Jesus. I’m gonna have a bruise.” “Good.” I said. “Look, you’re right, being a good guy probably does work against you. You probably stop when they say no, right?” He tilted his head. “Yeah, I do. I’m not going to rape anyone. If they say no, it means no.” I didn’t see where he was going with this. He paused, I watched his grey eyes move left and right between his eyelids, his lips pressed together, obviously lost in thought. “Okay.” That’s all he said. “Okay what?” I asked. “You don’t have any answers? What’s the good in having a gay best friend if he can’t give me answers about girls?” He looked at me with a suave smirk. “You can comfort yourself with a no strings blowjob from your gay best friend any time you want.” I choked , then laughed. “You shouldn’t have said that.” He suddenly looked scared. “It’s a joke. A joke. Don’t be mad.” I looked back at him, with a straight face, saying “oh, a joke. That’s too bad.” Then I gave him a wink and a grin. He took a deep breath, then grinned. “Now who’s the asshole?” “Guilty.” I said. “But look, don’t censor yourself with me, Kev. You don’t need to do that. I know you dig me. Be yourself.” “Bet you’d still make them look good.” Kevin said. “Huh?” “That’s what you said. Before the kiss. ‘Good point. The shorts are ridiculous.’ Then you paused, and mumbled Bet you’d still make them look good.” I looked at him with my mouth open. “I… I don’t remember saying that. Did I say that?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His face was serious. Concerned. “That’s why I kissed you. I thought you liked me like I like you.” I put my hand over my mouth. I led him on? I felt bad. I shouldn’t have done that. “Kev, I’m sorry. It was subconscious, or something. I mean, I’m not going to lie, you have a nice body, and you’re handsome as hell with your soft grey eyes and your Viking Tarzan hair. And yeah, if I’m being honest you’d probably look hot in those track shorts because of your skateboarding ass and legs. But I didn’t mean to lead you on, or make you think we could be a couple.” I took a breath. “So you wouldn’t have kissed me if I hadn’t said that?” He shook his head “I would have been too scared to make a move. Just like every day since junior year.” “Okay, we’re going to revisit your crush on me for over a year, and you not even saying hi. We’re going to have to work on your balls if we’re going to get you a boyfriend. “ “Yes, let’s work on my balls. You can start now.” He said dryly. One. Two. Brain caught up. “Hah!” I laughed. “You’re too quick for me, dude!” I slapped his thigh. “Alright, well while I’m sorry I led you on and gave you the wrong idea, I’m still glad I said it because that kiss was FUCKING EPIC and I got a gay best friend out of it.” I explained. “Yeah. It was the best kiss ever.” He replied , lost in thought. “ I didn’t know a kiss could be like that either. So it doesn’t bother you that I’m crushing on you bad?” I shrugged. “I kinda like it. Besides, isn’t that how gay/straight friends work? I figured the gay one always had a crush on the straight one.” “What? No! Oh for fuck’s sake. Good thing you have me. You may be straight, but your head’s not. I’m gonna to straighten that out.” So Kevin straightened out my head, with girls and gay people. I guess I knew what I was doing when I called him my gay best friend, because the guy who I thought was my best friend turned into a major prick because of the rumors I was gay, which I did nothing to dispel. Fuck him. I did in fact get WAY more action, and lost my virginity to Carol Fredericks, a sweet little blonde volleyball player. We ended up dating for the rest of the year. I came clean with her that I really was straight, to which she screamed ‘I KNEW IT!’ And she punched me like a volleyball spike while I laughed until I swore to do anything she told me to for a week. Let me tell you, that sweet little girl was a freaknasty with her leash off. I loved that. Almost…ALMOST took me to the place of Kevin’s kiss. I had a moment beyond , but nothing as deep or long lasting as Kevin’s kiss. She was the one that taught me that eating a dude’s ass drives him fucking crazy. I need to introduce Sleeper to Carol. She tore my hole up with her mouth, even had me shooting once, just from her tongue in my hole. In my defense I hadn’t touched myself or seen Carol in two weeks when that happened. I begged her to fucking rape my hole, it drove me that crazy. She kissed me right after i shot, and tasting my own ass on her tongue almost made me cum again. And I had to stop myself from letting another load go when she picked up my pooled jizz and grinned at me while she forced my own cum into my asshole with two of her dainty fingers. I still fucked her twice more, once in each hole. I liked fucking her ass, and she loved it too because we didn’t have to use a condom and I could fill her up with my nut. Freaknasty. What a perfect, lovely, pretty, dirty little slut. I guess my laid back attitude and casual acceptance of pretty much anything allowed her to let her beast out. And you know how much that gets me gone to that mindless place. If I hadn’t joined the Army, and Carol hadn’t gone away to UCLA, we’d still be together. If she’s still single when I get back stateside, I’m going to look her up. For Kevin’s birthday that March, I asked him what he wanted. With that sardonic dry tone he said without blinking. “Give you a blowjob, of course.” It was our typical banter. It was the same thing he said at Christmas. On Valentines Day. When I asked him what he wanted to do on the weekend. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ I’d say. But this time I said “okay”, closed my locker, and walked towards the parking lot. I was halfway down the hall before he ran to catch up. I finally got him. This time HE had to wait for his brain to connect the dots. I felt kinda proud. “What?” He asked. I looked at him with a grin. “I said okay. For your birthday, you get to blow me.” He stared and blinked slowly. “This is a joke, right?” I put my arm around his shoulders, and he automatically wrapped his around my waist. Like we always did. “No joke buddy. But, there’s conditions.” He was trembling under my arm. “What conditions?” “Carol’s going to be there. She’s into it. Oh, and she calls the shots. Meaning if she wants to participate, she does. You good with that?” Kevin looked uncomfortable and a little freaked out. “She’s not going to order me around, is she? She won’t do anything to me, will she?” He stopped. “I don’t have to do anything to her, right?” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Just me, buddy. She accepts you’re gay, she’s not trying to change you. I told her you’re GAYgay, that we’ve always joked about you giving me a blowjob. She asked if we’ve ever done that, I told her no. She asked why not, and I couldn’t really give her an answer except I didn’t want to lead you on, that you deserve better.” We reached the exit, saying goodbye to a few people we knew who never cared that Kevin and I hugged, walked with our arms around each other, got handsy when sitting next to each other. One cool side effect of all this was how many other people got comfortable with male affection. I noticed the guys on my teams hugging a lot more and being more at ease with touching. Of course, it was usually followed by ‘no homo’, but progress was progress. I stopped getting shit after they learned it wasn’t going to get a rise out of me, and didn’t ruin my day. I seriously didn’t care. I was going into the Army, the rest of these chumps could kiss my ass. A couple more guys came out as gay, but Kevin said they didn’t interest him. I hoped Carol’s plan worked. I was really worried my best friend would never move on and let his crush on me go. The air was still cool, in March, but Spring was almost here. We walked across the small lawn towards the parking lot where our cars were. Kevin and I used to take turns driving each other (wait… I mean riding with each other… fuck… taking each other to school… for fuck’s sake is there any way to make it not sound like we’re fucking each other? That’s Kevin’s influence, that dirty mind filled with double meanings). So anyway, since I started dating Carol, we drove separately most of the time. Carol and Kevin liked each other, it’s just sometimes Carol and I had personal business to conduct after school before our parents got home from work. “My parents are in Dallas for the weekend, and Timmy is staying at his friend’s until they come home. I’m apparently not mature enough to keep my little brother from dying in my care, but it’s fine with them if I do something stupid and end up killing myself. So, we have the house to ourselves. Wanna stay the weekend?” I asked him. His actual birthday wasn’t until next Wednesday, so there shouldn’t be any reason he couldn’t stay over. “Sure. Is Carol coming over?” I shook my head “Nope. Not until tomorrow night, for your birthday celebration. She said I have to save it for you. I think you’re going to have to blow me twice because I’m going to cum too fast the first time for you to have your fun. Carol and I haven’t gotten together since last week. It’s driving me crazy. I’m so fucking horny. Practice and games, I get no time. Thank God this is a bye week.” He gave me that clock ticking look. “This is something you WANT to do, right?” I smiled. “Yeah bud. I want to do this for you. I think you need this. Besides, I tell you how hot you are every week. What makes you think I’m not going to enjoy it just as much as you?” We hugged before we split to go towards our cars. “Well I won’t complain. What time do you want me to come by tonight?” That was Kevin. His biggest sexual fantasy was coming true and he still maintained that comfortable, weightless attitude. Who knows what going through his head, turning through those gears. I shrugged. “Anytime you want. Just grab your clothes and stuff and come right over. I’m going to go to the store on my way home and get some garbage food. I’ll see you there. Let yourself in if you get there before me.” I climbed into my 12 year old ‘79 Trans Am, a car I thought was a ‘classic’ at the time. Ha ha. Go ahead and laugh, then go fuck yourself. What the hell did I know? I was 18. **************** It was Saturday night, THE night. Carol was on her way, and Kevin and I had spent the day trying to not think about tonight. With each passing hour, he seemed to get more nervous, and that sideways look was back. I tried to reassure him, tried to be more affectionate, but it didn’t seem to be working. We were currently snuggling on the couch watching Terminator 2, it had just come out on video and I had snagged the last VHS at Blockbuster. Kevin was little spoon, and I had my arms wrapped around him, my leg over the top of his, while my chin rested on the top of his head. He was so warm, his meaty body felt perfectly contoured to mine. My right hand lazily rubbed his left pec while we watched Arnold blow shotgun holes in the liquid metal terminator. The special effects were insane. I liked how solid his body felt. Comfortable. His hair, skin, breath, all smelled soothing. He’d always chuckle when I’d sniff him like a dog, but it always seemed to calm me and make me smile. Although we always spooned and slept in each other’s arms when we’d stay over at the other’s house, somehow this moment felt extra special. I took a deep breath. “Kev?” He waited a few seconds before answering. I could feel him tense, then relax. I was patient, knowing he’d speak when his clock gears finished whatever they needed to do. “Yeah Tom?” His deep voice came out weak, filled with uncertainty, and a little fear. “I… I love you, buddy. I don’t think you realize how much.” I took another deep breath. Softening my voice, I continued, “Sometimes I wish I was gay, so I could be the man you deserve.” I felt him tense up, so I grabbed him tighter, not letting him run from this. And then I felt him shaking. I looked at his face below me and he was crying. Crying softly, making no noise. “Oh Kev. Don’t cry. Don’t cry buddy.” I kissed his head, his neck, his jaw that I thought was so masculine. “Please don’t, you’ll make me cry. “ I kept mumbling while I squeezed him tightly to me and tried to kiss away his tears. “You can’t cry on your birthday, it’s against the law.” I tried humor. He brought his hand up to rub my forearm. “Tom?” He paused. I knew I didn’t have to answer, he would continue when he had the right words. I kept up my affectionate attention while he prepared himself. He really did smell like the best thing in the world. Like rain on a summer day. A freshly planted field. The breeze coming off the ocean. Beneath it all, him, his unique scent, a light musk that could have been a spice if you could bottle it. He hadn’t worn cologne since the day I’d told him how good he smelled without it. “Tom, I don’t want you to be gay. I mean, I used to want that, at first. But that wouldn’t be you.” He was talking through his tears, still running down his face, wetting the throw pillow under our heads. “Part of why I love you with all my heart is because even though you ARE straight, you never hold back on how much you love me, and show me that. Do you remember the day of The Kiss?” “Every single detail, Kev. I’ll never forget it.” “You said something in the car that day that I think about every day. When I feel sad, it makes me feel better. When I’m scared, it calms me down. When you said those words, it made everything all right.” I’d said so many things that day, and my exact words were jumbled in my memory between my heaving emotions , and my scrambled brain. But Kevin always remembered everything exactly. “Which part, Kev?” “You said ‘Thank you for giving me all of you, like I gave you all of me’. So now it’s my turn. Thank you for giving me all of you, Tom. You’re perfect just as you are. So perfect, just like this.” And now I was crying too. We stayed like that, wrapped in each other, letting the emotion take us where it needed to, our eyes closed. We didn’t hear Carol come in, until she stood in front of the couch. “You started without me?” She said with a grin. We both looked up at her. “No.” We said together. She saw our tear stained faces. Her grin slipped. She knelt down in front of us, her eyes going from Kevin’s face, to mine, and back again. “Hey, are you two okay?” She reached out to wipe my tears, then wiped Kevin’s cheek too. “Yeah babe.” I said, smiling. I’m sure we looked pathetic, but I didn’t care. “I’ve got my two favorite people right here and I couldn’t be happier.” I leaned over Kevin and gave her a kiss. We were just inches from Kevin’s face. I could feel his soft eyes on us. “Wow.” He whispered. I smiled with my mouth still on Carol’s, and I saw a glint in her eye. Carol pulled back an inch, opened her mouth and let her tongue extend. She grabbed my lower jaw, squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. She darted in, shoving her tongue into my open mouth and took a long hard forceful lick up across my palate and teeth. Then she pulled my mouth open as far as she could and put her delicate chin all the way inside my lips, pushing her tongue inside along with it. I clamped down, almost chewing on her jaw. She moaned. She was the first girl I didn’t worry about how big my male mouth was. If I could swallow her head, she’d let me, and would want me to. “Holy fuck.” Kevin breathed below us. This was so hot. We’d never had an audience before. And knowing that Kevin was getting turned on by it had my dick throbbing as I unconsciously humped it over his meaty ass. I was grabbing his pec and playing with it. I was so turned on. Carol pulled back again, and stuck her magical tongue out once again. Yeah, her tongue wasn’t as big and fat as mine, but it was long, almost three inches. My asshole loved every wet inch. “Suck it.” She ordered, yanking my jaw towards it. God, I loved it when she treated me like her bitch. She couldn’t be too rough, too degrading, too demanding. It excited me that her tall thin body could control my big muscular one. I learned early on that my beloved Freaknasty could take it as well as she could dish it out too, but I could never decide which way I loved it more. She was so polite, sweet, and pure in public. Behind closed doors she became the best kind of depraved whore, and she knew ALL of my buttons. We were perfect together. She pushed me away after I tried to suck her delicious tongue as hard as I could and rip it out of her mouth so I could eat it. Fuck, the things she did to me. “That’s not the only thing going in your mouth tonight, baby” the sweet tone of her voice opposed that sparkle in her eye I knew so well. I was breathing hard, clutching Kevin’s chest. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I wasn’t hurting him. I took a quick moment to glance down at him. He had the most sublime expression on his face. The excitement in those soft eyes changed them. Were the darker? They appeared to be two stormy skies. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. Those lips. Carol grabbed me by the hair to get my eyes back on her. I caught the briefest glimpse of Kevin’s patented minuscule smirk before my eyes found hers. She stroke my cheek with her soft dainty hand. Man, her fingers were so long, her palm looked tiny next to them. “Oh baby, do you want to kiss Kevin? Like you kiss me?” She cooed. “Yes” I said hoarsely. I didn’t see it coming, the slap. I knew better than to take my eyes off her. I kept my head still , taking the full power of her slap. It was a stinger, she was a great volleyball spiker after all. My ear was ringing, my face on fire. Her voice was still filled with sugar, so sweet. “Too bad, baby. Tonight’s not about what you want. It’s all about him. Tonight he gets what he wants. Tonight he gets to… how do you put it? Let his beast off the leash? You want that, right?” She stroked my face again, so tender, it felt so good. “More than anything, baby girl.” “Do you love him, baby? Do you love him like me?” Still sweet, a gentle smile on her face. “Not like you. You, I want to possess, I want to grovel at your feet, I want to control you and let you control me. I want to be in front of you so I can see you and protect you, behind you so I can hold you, beside you so I can share everything with you. I want you to hold my heart, crush it if you wish, consume it, put it in a necklace to wear, while I do the same with yours.” We hadn’t talked about this, Carol and I. None of it, which was part of the thrill. I was going wherever she led me, trusting her completely to bring out what we all needed, the three of us. And she did it to perfection. She had a gift. “Oh baby, you are so wonderful, so gorgeous in your heart and soul.” She caressed me with her words. “And the outside is even more beautiful. So hot, so handsome, all those powerful muscles that would never be used to cause pain.” She finally let go of my hair and started stroking both cheeks lovingly. “And Kevin? What about him? How do you love your boyfriend?” Kevin jerked. Her eyes and one hand left my face. She looked down at him, smiling like an angel, stroking both of our cheeks now. “It’s okay. You know we all see it, right? Your hearts beat for each other. But let Tom tell you. Baby, tell him how you love him.” She tilted my head down to look at him, his eyes had gone to soft flannel again. I felt my tears start. “Kevin, I love you like the air I breathe, weightless, here inside me, always, filling me, keeping me alive. You are a fire that keeps me warm, comforting me. I wish we could merge into one, so I could feel your weightless comfort every second of every day, know what’s ticking in your amazing brain, feel everything you feel that keeps you solid, steady, and so much more real than anything else around us.” My tears were dropping on his face mixing with his own. “Thank you for being my friend. I love you buddy.” “Kiss your boyfriend, baby. Show him how you feel.” Carol whispered. I looked in Kevin’s soft eyes, and watched them begin to dart. “No.” I uttered, soft and tender. He and I had never kissed again like the day of The Kiss. “Why? Tell him why, baby.” She knew. I had told her about The Kiss. She already knew what I would do, what I would say. “I’m waiting for the moment. The moment when he’s ready to pull me into his eyes again. When he lets go of the leash he’s put himself on. The leash I never asked him to wear for me. Let it go, buddy. Come to me, pull me in. I want you to kiss me gone. I need you to give me all of you, without holding back.” If it were possible, which I guess it was because he did, he cried even harder, from fear, doubt, from a desire he could never answer without feeling the desperation of losing me. I saw it all in those soft flannel eyes. “You would do this for me?” He whispered. And I could tell he still couldn’t grasp that this was something I wanted just as much as him. Carol had opened my eyes about so many things. One lesson I learned above all others was not to avoid trying new things, that hidden pleasures were everywhere if you allowed yourself to look. I needed Kevin to show me what sex with a man was like. I too, had put myself on a leash, wanting the experience, but needing to keep from hurting him. But he was the only man I trusted to do this with. I wouldn’t do this with any other. “I want to do it for us.” When he heard those words his soft eyes stopped darting, and they pulled me in. And the world froze and disappeared. He became the only real, solid thing in the universe, even I was reduced to nothing more than elements of more than the five physical sensations. I came back to myself carrying Kevin up the stairs to my room, our mouths still locked together. I sensed Carol behind us. I’d warned Carol what could happen, if the stars aligned just right, but I didn’t expect it to happen like that, so fast. I remembered far more than the first time, my hands and mouth exploring his entire head, smelling everything, tasting every part my tongue could find. I violated his ears, driving my tongue deep into his ear canals, both of them. I needed to know how that private part of him tasted, how it felt against my tongue. I used my lips and tongue to remove his earring, rolled it around in my mouth to suck off the bits of him that came from inside his pierced earlobe. His nose I swallowed whole, the tip of my tongue penetrating up inside each nostril, the snot from his tearful surrender somehow as deliciously soothing on my tongue as everything else I’d savored. I licked his salty tears and cleaned his eyes. I remember chewing gently along that straight, sharp jawline I’d always admired. I sucked his Adam’s apple, it was hard against the soft sweetness of his throat, feeling it jump as he moaned. And then I wrapped my overly large mouth to cover his entire throat, the feel of his blood pumping through both his carotid and jugular pulsing against my lips at the same time sending me even deeper into the nothing. Here. Here was where I joined him, that merging that I wanted. He lay beneath me offering himself as a sacrifice to my hunger, my beast. With every breath, I felt the air move through his throat, his beating heart sending his blood through his artery up over my top lip, and back to his heart through his vein across my bottom lip, throbbing heat, over and over. So strong. Steady. Solid, like him. I existed only as his blood, his heartbeat, his comfortable heat, his weightless air for an eternity. For that time, I felt like his life, and I’ve never known a peace like that ever again. I don’t know how long he fed me, but he gave me all of him, patient like he always was until I’d gotten what I needed. Still clothed, we got to the landing and I moved towards my bedroom. I spared a glance at Carol. Her eyes were wide, and wonder was painted on her face. “Tom, my God. Who are you?” She asked. I left Kevin’s soft, beautiful, comfortable lips, smiled at her. “I’m him. I have him, he’s finally here.” As I pulled him to my chest. A tear slipped from my eye, tracing down my cheek. “And now, he will have me.” She didn’t have to say it, I saw it in her eyes. “You are the most amazing man, baby. I love you.” I smiled bigger. “Thank you for loving me. All of me. Even the part of me that is Kevin. You didn’t have to. But that’s who you are, and you made this gift happen because of what you have inside you. There’s no one I’ve ever known who gives so freely, and takes so unapologetically. I love you.” “Take him in there. Give him all of you. Show him what I see.” She turned to go back down the stairs. She wasn’t worried that this would change me, or change her and me. That wasn’t Carol. In fact , she told me before graduation months later that she was wet thinking about all the ways she hoped Kevin would violate me. She wanted to watch, but wanted us to be free to do everything we wanted to, needed to. Kevin stirred. I looked down at him, his soft eyes completely still as I gazed into them. “No, Carol. You’re coming too.” He said. And then that smirk. I laughed immediately, no three second wait. I had a feeling that my brain would never have to catch up with his again. “You heard him.” I said, when she hadn’t moved. She was obviously trying to figure out if that meant what she thought it meant. “Get your sexy ass in here! Oh, and Kev’s in charge. No leash.” I had no idea what Kevin would come up with, but knowing him, Carol and I were going to experience a few new things. Carol was going to learn that even though Kevin was a virgin, his beast made ours look like cute puppies. I remembered that all too well the day he took my soul.

Chapter VIII I had no sense of time. My mind was in a state of rapid thoughts and feelings. I had never been this high or in a scene like this. My reason kept throwing thoughts of doubt. My body was screaming desire and sexual satisfaction. My butt almost hummed in a way. My nips were super sensitive. My dick was starting to feel almost numb but yet I still felt horned as fuck. I could hear the door knob to the room rattle a bit as a key was put into it. I tensed a bit wondering what was to happen next. A slight creak from the hinges as the door opened and then clicked shut. "Boy oh boy, they know how to party and play and break in a new fuck toy, gotta give em that", came the voice. " You having a hot time it looks to me. Glad I could help ya all". I recognized the voice. It was Mark, the attendant. I couldn't say anything with the ball in my mouth and couldn't move as I remained tied to the sling. "Don't mind me, just picking up some and have some clean towels as well. Will be just a few minutes. While I am here, don't mind if I do have a little snack." He began to lightly lick first my ass cheeks moving closer to my hole. I groaned. He was slow and teasing. Just touching around my hole and between it and my balls. I tried to move my ass so he would lick my now twitching hole and he just giggled each time I tried. He had gripped my soft dick and balls like a human cockring and was pulling a bit. This went on for what felt like a half hour. My dick dribbled precum but remained soft. I thought that to be weird. I was so turned on so it made no sense. I felt the whiskers on his face as he punched into my hole with his tongue. He licked, lapped, sucked, spit in, and relentlessly attacked my hole for at least 5 minutes straight holding and stretching just my balls in his hand like a cock ring - pulling them away from my body. I was again groaning and began to sweat again. I again craved for my hole to be filled. Mark stopped and released my balls and remained silent as he went about picking up the room. I painted and groaned. "Time for a booty", Mark said and inserted a syringe in my butt unloaded it As he pulled it from me he said, " That'll ramp you up good. You simmer for a bit" and he left the room. The burning feeling was felt deeper this time and I again was super spun. The sound made when clearing your throat was heard from behind me. I strained to look in the mirror and saw parts of a man in the doorway. Mark had left the door open. "I 'd ask if you wanted some company, but you don't look like you can answer. Looks like you want to get fucked. That right?" said an unknown man in the doorway. " Fuck yeah he wants to get fucked. Take all our ducks I bet! " said another unknown voice. And another voice said," The door's open so open to play.". I could hear the sound of lubed up cock being stroked and jerked. Those voices and others making comments about how hit my ass looked, how they were going to rape my hole, split me open, beg for their loads, how I was a chemned up fuck hole to use. I pictured taking duck after dick, load after load. I moved my ass as much as I could and moaned as loud as I could. "So this be the boy ya all been talking about!" came another voice. A deep southern masculine voice. I could see first the shadow and outline of a tall black man as he entered the room. He walked around to my head and threw his towel and key on the bed. His body was dripping wet, at least 6 foot tall, super tight bod, and his cock hung like a bull just inches from my face. He stopped and motioned to a couple guys in the doorway to enter the room. "Take that ball outta his mouth and get him untied. Let's flip him over and then hook him back up. Don't want him running away.". He whispered to one of the guys who left the room. They all moved quickly and I was now completely naked, this time in my back in the sling. My ass hung over the edge, ankles and one wrist tied to each corner. The other arm was first left untied until the guy who left returned. He wiped a large area of my arm with alcohol then raised up and tied my wrist to the other corner. "All ready to go Aaron" said the guy. My mind then went into overdrive. Aaron? Wait! That's the guy that I had heard when I just got there. He was really going at it with some other young guy who sounded more like he was in pain. Fear crossed my face. I started to move my body trying to get free. The 3 guys in the room, Aaron, and the other guys in the doorway all laughed. Someone said, "he thinks he's gonna run" and "he ain't going anywhere.". "Won't for sure be walking outta here". I began making sounds of fear, shaking my head in protest. "He's trying to tell us that it" s not true, he wants it. Wants it real bad". Aaron, now stood between my spread legs stroking a huge black cock. It curve a little up from the base. The head was even bigger than the shaft, though not by much. One of the 3 guys then knelt down in front of Aaron and began sucking his dick like crazy. Aaron stood there his eyes locked in mine. His face was both angelic and evil. He licked his lips. "Suck my fucking cock - make it hard as fuck for this white boy hole. Gonna pound that hole like a black bull does. Gonna take that hole and own it". The two guys that came into the room with Aaron started licking my neck and nipples Touching Rubbing all over my body. They didn't touch my dick, balls or butt. Aaron stepped back a little pulling his cock from the guys throat and smacked the guys face over and over with it, then slammed it down his throat again. The guy gagged and choked. Aaron grabbed the guy's head and forced his coxk down his throat again. The guy began thrashing around, trying to pull off. Aaron kept his hold as he pumped into the guy. "You! Yeah you, mother fucker! Can you take this black cock?" Aaron said to another guy in the doorway. The guy then crawled over to Aaron as Aaron released the guy gagging and pushed him away. Aaron grabbed the new guys hair and buried his cock down his throat and Jack hammered several strokes. He pulled his cock from the guys throat and slapped his face with it - his cock was like steel. Veins popped up. Spit covered. Aaron never lost eye contact with me. He told the guy on his knees to lick his balls as he stroked his cock. He pointed at another guy in the doorway and snapped his fingers and pointed down. "Eat his hole.". The guy then ate my hole like it was his last meal. He reached down to jerk his dick and Aaron told him to eat and finger fuck my hole. Aaron has the other guy now licking his shaft from balls to tip like a lollipop. Each time he reached the tip, Aaron's cock would throb and a bead of precum would come out. Aaron then nodded to one of the guys to my side and asked, "Ready? Better be a big one!". The guy then wrapped a hiee around my arm, quickly found his entry point, stuck the needle and got the register. He pressed the plunger saying,, ".5 should be more than good and get him right where you want him". Needle pulled out, swabbed with alcohol, and off came the hose. "Work just his nips" Aaron said to the 2 guys on each side of me. "Don't touch his dick". It was then slow motion. A blue as I saw Aaron push the guy that was sucking his dick away, then the guy who was eating my hole pushed to the side. I felt Aaron's cock head resting on my hole and he bent his body forward and ripped the ball gag from my mouth. Grabbing the sling supports 8n either side of my head he then punched his black man cock to the hilt pulling me into his weapon of mass destruction. I literally screamed in horrific pain as I felt my insides tear apart. The burning. The searing. The shock to my body was unreal.

You have a talent and a purpose. You have a lot more going for you that many people out there. You need to stay healthy so you can continue to provide pleasure to many many real men who are in need of relief. There’s also a new generation of straight young men who don’t have the opportunity to unload inside a willing hole as often as they need to. You should be able to provide them also with relief and also teach them how to properly use a hole. you are lucky you were trained from early on. A family me never, I assume?

About a year ago in Washington park in Hyde Park. Made eye contact with a guy in a wheelchair on the bus. We both got off at the same stop. I said hi as we waited to cross the street, asked if he had had a good evening. He said he had been to boystown, but hadn't had any luck. I just said " I will suck you off if you want in the park." He looked shocked but said sure. We crossed cottage grove and just stopped about 40' from the the road. He undid his pants pulled them down past his knees spread his legs, and pulled out his hard cock. He could only have been 3' tall, and rather deformed, but he had a cock probably just a little above average. Was strange to see someone the height of a five year old with a cock that size lol. Anyway I sucked him to completion, swallowed his load helped him pull his pants up, and then crossed back onto our street and said goodnight. It was about 11:30pm so still pretty busy.

Being a mostly straight married guy here i use faggot cumdumps/cocksuckers on a regular basis. They exist to help empty the balls of the real man. They take whatever i want to give them, it could be my cock for them to suck, my ass for them to lick clean or my load or piss either in their mouth or in the hole. They take verbal abuse well too. I enjoy my times with these things.

Lenny tells us the whole story as how this is a paid job we will also have a lot of fun. With every being Gay and between the ages of 18-25 the owner of this island also has a sick mind as he has combed the world to find these boys. All are negative and not on PrEP. Hearing this my dick is so hard and jumping and ready to shoot a load. It's safe sex only and my dick goes from rock hard to like some ice cubes on it and it hurts. Lenny is laughing all the condoms that will be there will leak and break and it's our job to make sure some leave the island knock up. Wile there there we are not allowed to do any drugs but the other boys can do any of the drugs the owner has, we ask Lenny what does he has Tina , Molly , GHB , poppers and Coke. This sounds to good to be true but we are both ready to do our duty to spread our toxic seed around the world, the only draw back we can't party. We get to the boat that will take us to the island that sounds like heaven as the weather is a nice 80 degrees with a gentle breeze and better where we came from the cold and snow on the ground. As we get on the boat 6 other twins also get on and my dick is like a rock as I say to Tommy if the rest are any where near as beautiful as the 6 are we hit the jack pot as they look so innocent. We get to the island and the owner pulls off to the side and tells us all but Tommy and I are negative and a bunch have never did anything before and are virgins , the Gator Aid ,water bottles, weed , lube are all spike with Miss Tina, the beer and alcohol is also spike . The condoms will break and leak very easy . Tommy and I are not to use any of the party supplies or get high but to do all we can to fuck as many as we can and hope they will become infected with our toxic seed. Every one has a wrist band on either left side if they are Tops & right side if they are bottoms and from what we see 75% are bottoms. Everyone has there cloths taken away and will be given back when you are to leave , there are no cell phones allowed but Tommy showed me that the place has hidden cameras all over so we know we will be filmed but we don't care, as we are in heaven and we are getting paid to do what we can to spread our toxic seed in these boys.