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Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

Marc and I had fooled around together when we were in college. He had a tight muscular body from being on the wrestling team, and I used to get hard watching his matches. He filled out that singlet well leaving nothing to the imagination. Marc was of French descent, but had some North African blood in him somewhere, so he had a nice tan and dark hair and eyes. He was bi, I guess, and I often jerked off outside of the bedroom door, listening to him plow some pussy. After the girl would leave, I would clean off his cock with my tongue and if he was good for another round, I'd let him fuck me raw and give me his second load. After college, we parted ways and stayed in touch at first, but lost contact after he moved to LA. We exchanged Christmas cards and through them, I followed his life. He got married and had two kids. Then, went through a messy divorce. I had moved to the city and was moving upwards in my business. I had also continued to fuck around with guys, and eventually started dating a really cute guy, Patrick, who was both taller and more limber than I as he he had no body fat and a tight torso. He also had beautiful buzzed blond hair and blue eyes. I met him working out at the gym and we hit it off. He was a romantic at heart and was my first real relationship. After fooling around together and seeing other people on the side for about a year or so, we decided to become monogamous. We had always worn condoms before that, and after being tested, decided to give them up. After a few Christmases together with Patrick, the cards from Marc stopped. By this point, Patrick and I had been together for about five years. We still had a very satisfying sex life and I didn't think either one of us was looking for anything else. Out of the blue, I got a letter from Marc. In it, he explained that his divorce had been terribly painful. His wife had discovered him fucking the brains out of her brother, left him, and took everything. Marc spiraled out of control and had had slept around with a bunch of guys and girls. Someone had given him HIV along the way. In his letter, he gave me a new phone number to call if I wanted to catch up. Of course I called him. He was planning on coming back East to start again and wanted to know if he could crash on our couch until he got his life back together. How could I say no? Patrick and I met Marc at the airport, and I hardly recognized him. Although he still had an amazing chest and abs, otherwise he showed-up looking like a ghost of his former butch self as he had lost a lot of weight. We went out for dinner and drinks and headed home to get him settled in. We were all a bit drunk as we made up the sofa bed and showed him where he could stash his clothes. Our tiny one bedroom apartment meant that we would be seeing a lot of each other, and Marc promised to respect our privacy as much as possible. That night, Patrick crawled up next to me in bed and asked me all about Marc, what our friendship had been like in school and what the sex had been like. He was getting worked up as I told him about taking Marc's loads and other risky things that I would never do any more. Patrick was getting turned on and started fingering his ass. I was getting turned on myself, but reminded Patrick to keep it quiet so we wouldn't disturb or embarrass Marc. Patrick pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto my dick, sitting down on it without lube. At first, he managed to keep his moans low and quiet, but as his rocking got more and more intense, the headboard started banging into the wall. I'm sure Marc knew exactly what was going on. I wondered if Marc was jerking off at the door like I used to do when he was fucking some chick. I gasped, as quietly as I could, filling my lover's ass with my load. Patrick pulled off my dick and lurched forward filling my mouth with his cock, driving it into my throat as he came hard. The next night, Patrick asked me more questions as we were climbing into bed. What was Marc's cock like? How big were his balls? Was his ass hairy? We both got turned on again and it ended about the same way, only this time, Patrick didn't even try to keep his voice down. He did wind up with a cummy hole and I wound up with his load in my stomach. This went on for a few nights, until about a week later, when I noticed that Patrick had not fully closed the bedroom door. I could see the light from the living room through the crack. Our foreplay continued with Patrick asking how hard Marc would fuck. What did his cum taste like? Did his balls slap my ass as he fucked me? From his angle, I knew that Patrick couldn't see the door. Had he left it cracked open on purpose? As I was fucking Patrick, I noticed a shadow in the doorway and I knew it was Marc. I knew he was hearing the filthy questions Patrick was asking about him. 'Did Marc ever rim you? Did he pull on your balls?' Knowing that this POZ stud was listening and may be jerking off to our lovemaking made me so hot. I blew my wad deep into Patrick's hole as he shot all over my chest. The next day at breakfast, I asked how Marc how he slept. He said he had a hard time getting to sleep, but drifted off after watching some great porn. I wondered if the porn he mentioned had been me and Patrick. Marc winked at Patrick, and I saw Patrick shudder. When Patrick got up from the table I could tell that he was hard. It got me hard to know that Patrick was turned on, but my stomach twisted a little thinking that Patrick was playing with fire. Flirting with a POZ stud was one thing, but leaving the door open, practically inviting him to witness our lovemaking was quite another. That night, I made sure the door was closed as we climbed into bed. Patrick climbed up next to me and started nibbling my ear. He then sat up and said that he was thirsty and was going to get a sip of water from the kitchen. He pulled on his robe, leaving it untied in the front, and left the room. I knew he was already naked and that Marc would see his body if he was still awake. I wanted to say something, but it was too late. I waited a few minutes for him and then got out of bed to see what was keeping him. Marc was on the sofa bed, propped up on his shoulders as Patrick was casually talking to him with his robe hanging open. I could tell he was hard as his cock pressed against the folds of open fabric with a bit of his pubes showing. They were whispering. Patrick looked as me and grinned like a kid getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I nodded at him and he said good night to Marc, following me into the bedroom. I lay down and realized immediately that Patrick had barely bothered to close the door. He dropped the robe and practically leapt onto me, pawing the sheets away from my body. Patrick bit my nipples hard and jerked my cock as he cupped my balls. He blew me for a few minutes and then mounted my cock. Usually, he faced me as he rode my dick, but this time, he faced away, watching the open doorway as he bounced up and down. It was only a few seconds before Marc's silhouette was visible in the doorway. He grinned at us and walked through the open door. I saw for the first time how much weight Marc had really lost. If anything, it made his uncut thick 7” dick look even bigger. I could not believe this POZ man from my past was standing naked in my bedroom as I fucked my partner. “You like to watch?” Patrick asked him. “Yeah. I like to watch. I like to do other things too...” Marc grunted in reply as he begin jerking his dick. I was about to say something, reminding Patrick that Marc was POZ, but just then, Patrick slid off my cock, swung his hips around so we were in a '69' position, whereupon Patrick shoved his drooling cock in my mouth. I protested as much as I could, but to no avail. From my position, I could only see Patrick's groin. I couldn't see what Marc was doing, but I had a good idea when I heard Marc say “Yeah man. Fuck yeah. Suck that cock!” I managed to pull myself out from under Patrick's body and saw him tongue-bathing Marc's POZ cock. I was so hard watching my allegedly monogamous partner swallowing another man's dick and loving it. Marc pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and spun him around so his ass was hanging off of the bed. He crouched down and ate Patrick's sweaty ass. I had been fucking Patrick already, so his hole was loose enough to swallow all of Marc's tongue. I stammered out, “If we're gonna do this guys, we should find some protection.” They continued as if I hadn't said anything. Patrick buried his head in the sheets, muffling his ears from my protests. Marc stood up and worked his drooling POZ cock over my boyfriend's bare, vulnerable hole. I crouched down beside them, trying to push Marc's torso away from Patrick's quivering ass. I placed my hand beside Marc's slippery cock and he placed his hand over mine, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. He kept his hand there as he directed the head of his dick into Patrick's winking crack. I watched in horror as the tip of his cock disappeared between Patrick's cheeks. Within seconds, my hand was sandwiched between ass and groin. Marc held my hand there as he gradually picked up his pace until he was really fucking Patrick hard. I looked up at him and saw Marc's eyes glazed over with lust. He jackrabbited away at Patrick's ass as Patrick moaned into the pillows. As their rhythm quickened, Patrick started pushing back onto Marc's dick. “I'm gonna do it man. Gonna shoot my load up your hole. Gonna fill your pussy with my seed.” “Pull out, Marc! Don't cum in him!,” I urged, but Marc released my hand and pushed it aside. He drove in a few more times and held his hips there, shaking all over as he filled my boy's bare hole with his POZ seed. Even though I was mortified, I shot my own load all over myself. As Marc withdrew, a long string of cum stayed attached to his cock, only snapping when Patrick twisted himself onto his back, jerking is own cock until he sprayed his load all over his heaving chest. We all sat there panting. “What the hell just happened?” I asked. “The beginning of something wonderful,” said Patrick. He reached up and pulled Marc's sweaty body down on top of him. “Can he sleep with us tonight?” Patrick asked as he smothered Marc with kisses. What the hell had I gotten us into?

Love having a sloppy and cummy hole

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - New shop assistant The next morning Sam skipped lectures again and came straight to the shop and put on his uniform - just jockstraps. During the day, he sold fetish clothes, dildos, butt plugs, whips and penis rings to men of different ages. Almost everyone wanted to test their purchases before making a purchase decision in the fitting room, and Sam was eager to help them with that. Already at noon, Sam's hole was already well opened and slippery. When Sam squatted down to take something from the lower shelves, fresh drops of cum oozed from the hole. In the afternoon, Jonas came to the store straight from school. George had promised to consider organizing a private event for 20-year-old Jonas. George had said that he only organizes them for employees, so Jonas would have to work at the store to earn the event. Jonas had promised to work as an unpaid sales trainee. George gave to Jonas the same jockstraps that Sam was wearing. Your most important job is sales promotion and customer service. Your task is to enrich the customer's imagination so that he buys as many different products as possible. "I'm sure a lot of customers want to test products with you, so you better be well prepared. Have you cleaned yourself up inside today," asked George. "Yes I am. My boyfriend fucked me in the morning," said Jonas. "Good, so you already have sperm in your hole, so no artificial lube needed," replied George encouragingly. "No, we used a condom," said Jonas. Between the shelves, Sam showed what can be found on each shelf and how to use different sex tools. Sam also tried to gently hint to Jonas that not all men might want to wear rubber. He didn't dare to say directly that none of the men had ever even mentioned the use of rubber. Soon the boys heard that the store's front door opened, meaning a new customer had entered the store. Sam showed Jonas an example of how to treat customers. Jonas followed silently from the sidelines. Sam greeted the man who had come to find himself some new jocks and lube. Sam first introduced the jocks and then Sam suggested the man a lubricant that mimics real sperm. Sam also suggested other products to the man, such as penis rings and anal spreaders. In the end, the man had chosen the products and said he still wanted to fit Jock straps. Sam led the man into the fitting booth and closed the curtain behind him. Jonas was left alone between the shelves. After maybe 15 minutes, the front door opened again and a muscular and tall man, clearly over 60 years old, entered the shop. He told Jonas that he was looking for a new leather harness. Jonas led the man to the fetish clothing section and started presenting the options. The man quickly found a model that pleased him. The man also wanted to look at leather jockstraps and asked Jonas which model was the hottest from Jonas. Jonas showed jocks with a big zippered pouch on the front. The man said it was the right choice. I'll take those too. Jonas remembered that he also always has to try to sell the customer something else, so he asked if the man would be interested in buying handcuffs as well. The handcuffs were the first thing that caught his eye from the fetish shelf. "Well, I'm really interested," said the man enthusiastically. It was Jonas's turn to lead the man to the fitting room. On the way there, he saw that Sam had led his own customer to the counter to cash out. After about ten minutes, the man who led Jonas to the dressing room came to George and Sam at the sales counter and brought the harness, jock straps and handcuffs to the counter. I'll buy these. You have a really smart new salesman here, said the man to George. When the man had left, Jonas also arrived at the counter. Jonas told George and Sam that the man had handcuffed Jonas to the radiator's water pipe and fucked him roughly with a raw cock. And finally injected the sperm directly into Jonas's guts. The man hadn't asked at all where Jonas wanted the sperm or if he could go in raw. Jonas had thought that in customer service work he could not question the customer's choices. But now he has a stranger's sperm in his ass for the first time in his life and it feels confusing. Sam wanted to correct that it wasn't the first time, because yesterday he had slipped the butt plug first in his own hole, which already had several men's sperm inside it. So yesterday, along with the butt plug, at least small amounts of unknown men's sperm had already moved into Jonas's ass. George wanted to stop the sperm discussion and stated that Jonas had done exactly the right thing. The man had made the most expensive purchase of the day so far. Jonas has proven his own commitment to customer service, so George promoted Jonas from trainee to sales assistant on the very first day.

When Debra, an ex-girlfriend who is a professional photographer, asked me to model for an erotic photography shoot, I agreed without telling my wife. Debra explained it would be a gay scene. I told her I was a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but she promised my face wouldn’t be shown and the sex would be simulated. Sire, I had often fantasized about doing it with another guy but I was happily married and had enjoyed a completely straight sex life. Besides, the modeling fee was good, and we needed the money since I had just started graduate school. I showed up at Debra’s apartment and met Mark, the other model. She had told me he was openly gay. He was extremely good looking and well built. I noticed he had a very sexy rope tatoo around his thick bicep. When I took off my clothes, I was thinking about how it would feel to have Mark’s strong hands touching me, and I got quite hard. Debra smiled when she saw my erection, saying it would add to the realism. Mark was hard, too, and I saw that his cock was longer and thicker than mine. Debra said she wanted us to wear some props. She gave Mark a leather biker cap and studded leather wrist bands; she gave me a rainbow pride ring and snapped a leather dog collar around my neck. “There, Andy,” she said, “now you really look like a bottom.” I blushed beet red. Then she handed each of us a studded leather cock ring. “This will help you stay hard, sweetie,” she said. I remembered that she used to call me that when we were dating. Mark stood very close to me. Debra instructed us to hold each other’s cock. I had never touched another man’s penis before. His grew even harder in my hand, a sensation I found strangely pleasurable. He closed his eyes and smiled, and I heard him grown softly. He started to stroke my dick, gently but firmly. I felt myself trembling with excitement. I was surprised at how aroused I felt. “OK, guys, let’s get started. Mark, I want some shots of you sucking Andy’s cock. I’ll be behind you.” Mark got on my knees and proceeded to give me an amazing blow job – much better than anything my wife could do. I heard Debra’s camera clicking away. She moved around to the side and came closer. Mark’s face would be clear in these photos, but he didn’t seem to care. “Your turn, Andy.” When she saw me hesitate, she said I should just fake it because she would be behind me. She told me to run my hands up Mark’s well-sculpted abs so she could capture my pride ring. I was just inches from Mark’s hairy crotch. Debra came to the side, holding the camera very close. “Sweetie, do me a favor and just kiss the tip of Mark’s dick, OK?” I don’t know whether it was Mark’s delicious manly aroma or my desire to please Debra, but I did as she said. Then, without her saying a word, I opened my mouth and began to lick the head of his dick. “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” Debra exclaimed, taking more photos. I tasted Mark’s precum and found I really liked it. As Debra encouraged me, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat and gagged. “That’s OK, sweetie,” she said. “I used to gag, too. It takes practice. You’ll learn.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. Next we moved from Debra’s living room into her bedroom. At Debra’s direction, Mark and I lay down on her bed, with me on the bottom. As Debra coached us for her photos, I felt Mark’s cock rub against mine. “That’s great,” she said. “Very realistic.” I started to breathe faster. I even moaned a little. Mark said that made it easier for him to stay hard. When he kissed me, I didn’t try to stop him. In fact, I opened my mouth and nobbled on his tongue. Debra kept taking pictures and telling us what a great job we were doing. Next Debra said she wanted some shots of Mark licking my ass. I got on my knees and I felt Mark’s strong hands spread my ass cheeks. His tongue quickly found my puckered hole. He started on the outside, then I felt his tongue probing my opening. I felt little electric charges radiating from my ass through my entire body. Debra leaned in to get close-up shots. I clutched the pillow and moaned with pleasure. Debra told me to lie on my belly and instructed Mark to lie on my back. I spread my legs apart. I felt his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks, and the sticky moisture of his precum. Suddenly the room seemed very warm. I was panting hard now. I thought about my wife and was really glad I hadn’t told her about the whole thing. “Listen, guys,” Debra said. “This just won’t do for the close-ups. It isn’t convincing. I need you to try just a little actual penetration. Please. I really the shot. Mark, here’s some lube.” Then, to me, “Sweetie, just relax a bit and soon I’ll have what I need.” I nodded; my mouth was too dry to speak. I didn’t know what was happening but I knew I wanted to feel Mark inside me. He put some lube on his finger and worked it into my ass. He was very gentle. I felt a warm sensation and my body trembled. Then he put some lube on the head of his cock. He asked Debra if he should use a rubber but she said the photos would sell for a lot more without it. “Andy, is that OK with you?” he asked. “I guess so,” I answered meekly, without thinking. Then Mark placed the tip of his cock against my butt hole. It stung and I tried to pull away. Debra leaned close, put her hand on mine, and said softly but firmly, “You can do this for me, sweetie.” Mark leaned forward and licked my ear, then told me to kiss him. I did as he said, and our tongues danced together. It was intense and suddenly my back passage opened to him. My body seemed to be responding without my will. I heard myself moan loudly. The warmth and fullness were exquisite, unlike anything I had ever felt before during straight sex. “You like this,” Mark said. I nodded. He went deeper, then deeper still until I felt his public hairs against my butt cheeks. High-pitched, girlish “ah!” sounds came from my mouth. Debra kept snapping pictures. Soon Mark was thrusting in and out. He was grunting and calling me obscene names like “cunt” and “faggot.” I loved how excited he was. “I’m taking your manhood, Andy,” he said, a note of triumph in his voice. He pulled my face to the side and kissed me forcefully. I opened my mouth and let his tongue explore mine. I kept kissing him as I felt him explode inside me. “And now I just bred you and made you my bitch,” he grunted in my ear. It sounded so masculine and sexy when he said this. And then I felt an odd orgasm, tingling throughout my body, and a little cum oozed from my cock. My whole body quivered. It wasn’t like a regular male orgasm at all. Debra was delighted. “That was amazing, boys!” she exclaimed. “I never realized how hot two guys together could be.” As we lay there, breathing hard, our bodies covered with sweat, Mark whispered in my ear, “I would love to see you again.” I said yes without hesitation. Then we kissed, more tenderly. Debra looked at me and said, “Sweetie, I think you may be a fag. And now you even have a boyfriend.” I did not reply. I just lay there. I was too confused. I thought I loved my wife, but this was the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Debra may be right. My wife still doesn’t know about the photos.

Letting him sleep after several days of hard work gave me a rare chance to give myself a closer look, and, it did not disappoint. Realizing the boy was 18 made me conscious of the fact that I was bound to see changes in my appearance soon enough, but, not today, death - my skin remain smooth and golden, taught over my big muscles, unfairly developed given my lifestyle (thank you, tren), and being 6'5" meant some of my best attributes would be there till the end. This body - and, yes, this big fucking dick - were more than just something to look at and love, they'd been how I paid the bills for the longest time. But, no more - the boy was the breadwinner now. And, holy fuck was he winning big. I'm not much of an accountant, but I know that he had gotten about $500 worth of t up his hole this week, and that we'd made about 20 times that amount in selling up his hole. By day five, he just didn't want to stay up - disappointing, really, there was more $ to be made. But, I relented in the end, and gave him the break he probably deserved. Karma rewarded me for my kindness, however, as I felt my phone buzz and saw a new, wealthy customer was back in the game. "Is he ready? I hadn't placed much hope in getting follow-through from this guy. He was pretty fucking hot himself, and didn't seem like he'd need to pay for sex. Also, he was more than 1000 miles away, and it seemed more likely he was engaging to get some kind of thrill from simply discussing the details of his interest. And the details - wow, they even made me blush, and I've seen a thing or two. "I want him really fucked up. Loosen him up with T, then overload him with g... I want his eyes closed" It didn't seem an especially practical request - if the boy was too sleepy, it might be hard to get him ready for the next customer. But by a happy coincidence, or reward for my generosity, we'd reached that place organically, and that I could profit from it was now just a bonus. "I'll pay $20k" Fuck! This was turning into a good day. I couldn't believe my luck. So much so, I decided to push it a bit more... "20k for him, $5k for me, it's a package deal. Bring your own favors" "ETA 15 minutes. Send ping" I haven't been intimidated in years, but the man that arrived at our door was something else. He had at least two inches on me - and he was even better looking in person. At the rate he was paying, I would have let basically anyone walk through the door. But this guy wasn't someone who needed to pay for sex - he just needed to pay for this kind of sex, and I was happy to oblige. We walked back to the room, and the boy couldn't have done a better job of presenting himself to advantage. He was fully naked, flat on his belly, one knee pulled to his tight midsection, his perfect ass (probably his only well developed muscle) catching the light and presenting itself with confidence. The man-god smiled, and began to strip. For the first time, I began to think my luck had run out - his penis was so fucking thick, I was worried that the boy would wake up, it was bound to hurt, hurt like fuck, even with the abuse he had taken this past week. Somehow, I didn't think this man would be gentle either. "Woah, dude, great cock, but, you know, it seems a little intense..." "Shut the fuck up. Grab my bag" His 'bag' was an incongruous fanny pack, with the usual suspects, and then - of course - some maximum impact. This guy had either done this before, or planned it out for a long time. He had me spray it on a pair of his underwear till soaked, and I was positioned at my boys head, clearly there to make sure he didn't slip too far into consciousness. Man-god took a rock the size of my finger nail and stuck into his piss slit - HAWT! - before shoving his dick into the boys ass - as expected, this lead to an immediate response. "Ow! Dad what's happening? It hurts?" "Shh... here boy, take a good sniff" The maximum impact helped him relax and drift off again, and I saw the face of our client make its first smile. We continued this rhythm for a good 15 minutes, each time the sensation became too intense, I'd give the boy another sniff and he'd fall back asleep... I could only hope that his hole wasn't taking any permanent damage. "Wet that again, I'm ready for part 2" he said "What is part 2..." "I SAID wet it, again, now" I hadn't been told what to do in years, and fuck it if my ass didn't twitch for a second. I got that thought out of my head quick - the boy was special, he could take it. This guy would land me in the ER if I tried to take his dick. When I had his soaked underwear back at the boys head, I began to realize what part 2 was, and I almost passed out myself. His massive cock was briefly out of the boys hole, though still connected by a thick strand of - cum? he had somehow cum and kept going? It was soon replaced by his fingers, and then, probably the biggest fist I'd ever seen. Still, it was probably only *slightly* larger than the girth of his dick, and the boy didn't react too much more than he had been prior. "Good boy!" the man-god said, his smile now broad and persistent, as he proceeded to punch in and out, in between revealing the most insane gape I had ever seen. "I think you're ready now!" Ready for fucking what? What more could there be? In an instant, he opened his hand inside my boy, and shoved his massive, thick dick right down the middle, jerking himself off in the boys now (irreparably?) wrecked cunt. At this the boy woke up and there was no getting him to calm down with a sniff. Man-god noticed, but seemed prepared. "Loser, bag, again. A small pouch on the side" The small pouch made his intentions obvious, and I didn't wait for instructions. I poured the powder in a neat line on my dick - hey, may as well work for a tip! - and told my boy to sniff. Within a minute, he was in such a deep fucking k hole that even the massive dick being jerked off by a massive fist in his hole receded in the distance, no longer painful, but a diffusely differentiated pleasure, his body pulled into the stars and all sensation amplified yet never closer than arms length. For the next hour, he said nothing, did nothing, and the client pushed the absolute limits of what his body could take. When he was finished, the boy had fallen asleep again, and seemed no worse for wear - although I had few expectations that he'd be walking anytime soon. "You've done well with him. I will be back" And just like that he left, but not before placing a stack of bills on the table. FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. Well, hard to argue he didn't earn it.

So, I need to talk about this in a safe space. I wonder if others of you have started to feel this way recently, and are willing to share your thoughts. (Even if you don't feel this way, I'd love to hear from your as well!) So, since all the COVID and MPX nonsense of the last few years, I'd become very skittish around the idea of just hooking up indiscriminately like I used to. Felt like no one was really worth the risk of either of those diseases - yes, I know that sounds somewhat disingenuous from someone who is HIV+ and an avowed member of the "raw is law" crowd. Initially, I thought after all of the lockdowns were behind us in a few weeks or months, I'd be back in the saddles (or slings) and back to my old cum-loving self... But things didn't really spring back to normal, and we weren't really able to (safely) meet up for this type of stuff for longer than expected. I'll admit that I wound up getting a far bigger porn addiction than anything I'd had previously...it was really my main sexual outlet, outside of the posts and reads on here. Turns out to not be the healthiest addiction out there, and has been a hard one to kick. Over time, though, a funny thing happened... After a while, I found myself spending way too much time on the various tube sites (before some were shut down, or had their content massively purged). As time went on, I found my interests devolving more and more into the more intense aspects of sex and kink videos....got really into watching spanking/CP vids, "home intruder" role plays, etc. My own personal thoughts shifting toward those as well....but unfortunately not being in any position to act on any of this. Eventually, though, things started to shift to a sense of normality...and I managed to indulge in some man-to-man action on occasion. It was, well... ...mediocre, to say the least. Without going into too many specifics, I had a mix of top encounters and bottom ones. Nothing particularly bad; just "meh..." Not to say that the guys were of poor quality; I just felt like I wasn't able to really connect and get into the moment as easily as I used to. I did the first thing many of us would do in those situations and immediately thought that it was something wrong with me. I wasn't good enough, my body wasn't good enough, my technique was no longer good enough - all of those negative emotions that come far too easily. After a few lacklustre experiences, I threw in the towel. I decided against meeting up for any play for a few months until I was able to get into a better mental space. That turned out to be a Pandora's box of emotions, though. All of that negativity came washing back, and created this constant feedback loop that didn't serve to make me feel any better about myself. Eventually, though, that started to turn. While, yes, I do still have those remnants of negativity swashing around my brain, a funny thing happened. I realised that all the time away from mindless action made me think about what it really is that I wanted from my sexual encounters....a deep connection. I'm not saying that I have to fall in love with the man on top of me (or beneath me), but have that kind of intimate, non-verbal desire that is present from that initial moment and building all the way through to the intense climax. Nowadays, when a guy messages me to tell me how many loads he has and if I want to contribute more - I just don't engage. Same goes for guys messaging me to bottom for them, but demand I be blindfolded and pre-loaded - just not my thing any longer. If it's not eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, body-to-body action, it just doesn't stir any desire within me. As a result, the volume of responses I get on the various sites and apps has dropped considerably. While that may sound disheartening, it doesn't really bother me much in reality. Basically, I'd rather wait for a good experience, rather than just the next one. So, yeah...I feel that the seeming trend of cumdumping, gangbanging, and H-n-H sessions just isn't my scene and that I've become a bit of a minority among the bareback brotherhood. There are times where I wonder if I'm alone in this, though I know that's likely not the case. Looking forward to hearing others thoughts and stories here. Bit of a long post from me, but I know through my years on this community that this has been a safe space for me to talk about these sorts of things.

I still can't wrap my head around the concept of a man being "disappointed" that his partner was taking charge of his own health. Or rather, I can't wrap my head around the idea of a *sane intelligent non-controlling* man being disappointed etc. It's your life, your health - take charge of it, or not, at your peril.

I do feel the sexual landscape has changed. I feel it has for me only because of the men that seek out my services has. For me sex has always been like air. I need it or I feel I may die. I will say the men I have been hooking up with as changed. Prior to hooking up it was about 98% anonymous. I now have more and more fuck buds. Men that after they breed me want to talk more and have a sort of relationship. I find most very interesting and it has made the sex more connected. It may be a new phase I have entered or it may be that men have changed how they serve their needs. Either way it seems like a natural evolution.

We get so many posts on here talking about an intention to go to such-and-such a place, or a plan to attend this-or-that event… but very few subsequent posts describing what it was actually like. Are guys too shy to share their experiences? Are is it just a question of can’t-be-bothered? It’s a shame- coz shared info benefits us all.

I was messaged yesterday by a young guy on grinder He was very close and asked if he could come over 15 minutes later he was here Young Indian guy who just wanted to fuck. He fucked me on stomach on back doggie style he fucked me for 20 minutes till I heard him moan loudly Then he shot a huge load in me he gave me his cell number and I gave him mine he wanted to text me when he was horny so we could fuck. He never mentioned condoms all raw

Totally one of the best! Thanks for posting

Congratulations, LetsPOZBreed. I'm very pleased that you've discovered that there can be a lot more to Breeding than just fucking. Not that "just" fucking isn't fun - it is - I love doing it. But, on those occasions when a *real connection* happens, it's awesome. It doesn't happen every time - or even close to every time we fuck. But, it does happen enough times to make the so-so Breeding worth the while. I can have a great time rutting in Holes in the fuckjoints, and not "connecting" with another man's mind, heart, soul - just with his Hole. That's reason enough for me to hit the fuckjoints/backrooms. But there's little of emotional, spiritual, brotherhood, human-focused value - it's just plain old Lust - and there's nothing wrong with exercising that too. A plain old fuck is like ordering a burger & fries at some restaurant. But being a part of that magical "connection" is like receiving a plate of ambrosia instead; a lovely surprise. Congrats - you "get it" !!!

OMFG!!!! This orgy is amazing! The chemistry between them is awesome. I'd love to play every single role in this vid, and with ALL of them, of course... [think before following links] [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/56473/bareback-orgy-daddy-bears/

Thanks. xxx

I am and always will be a total bottom so I generally prefer my cock left alone. Sometimes to ensure that I am caged, but when I am out and about I always get hard when fucked. I prefer anal stimulation on myself and always feel much better when that is the focus of the Tops interest, and yes I do cum from being fucked. Sometimes its difficult to explain that I really don't like my cock played with. I think this is because for most guys that is the focus of their pleasure so they don't seem to understand I would rather they focus on filling me up. As they take their pleasure I will get mine.

it's so tiny, thats so hot fuck.

Always one of my favorite authors on this site. Boned as hell. Thanks @1981virginia

This is a super hot story. Definitely want to read more

Well put @LetsPOZBreed I’ve been feeling similar to you recently too and thinking it was just me, but I’m not anywhere near as excited by sex post lockdown as I was pre lockdown. I’m not necessarily looking for love or a heavy relationship, but a connection would be nice. Don’t get me wrong - I’m still having random encounters, but I’m not walking away thinking ‘that was great, wish it didn’t have to stop’. Don’t know how to ‘snap out of it’ or if I’ll feel differently if I just keep going as I am or what. And I still like getting fucked, it’s not that I’m off sex - I just can’t explain it properly. Thanks for posting - it’s reassuring that others are feeling similar things

Part 9 I walked to the other side of the bed, and grabbed lube, poppers and my bag of shards from the drawer. Walking back, I whistled again, “Nice view nephew. You enjoying yourself?” He remained silent as I moved behind him and got on my knees. I opened the poppers and handed them to him. “You ever used these?” When he shook his head, I told him, “Watch.” I showed him how to hit, holding each nostril closed while I hit the other.” I tossed the bottle next to him and told him, “Wait until I tell you. Understand?” He nodded and then added, “Yes, Uncle.” I grabbed the lube and poured some down his spread crack. I lubed up my finger and pressed it to his hole. I saw the grimace and smiled. “You’re going to want to open for my finger. You’re gonna need it.” I kept the pressure up until I breached the hole and slid all the way in. There was a squeal of pain and I asked, “Am I your first?” He glared and grunted, “Yes, uncle.” I smiled and said, “I’m touched that you’ve waited to give me your cherry. You ready for me to take it?” He didn’t answer and I didn’t punish him. “I’ll take that as a no. I’m glad.” I started sliding the finger in and out, his hole loosening a little. I pulled out, applied more lube and held up two fingers. “Gotta spread that hole some more. Bet you’re never this kind to the girls are you? Big dicked straight boy, bet you just pound into them.” I placed my two fingers at his hole and said, “Like this,” and drove them in as hard as I could. This time he couldn’t hold back. He screamed in pain, and tears flew. “No, please. Fuck you.” He immediately saw my face change, the anger come across me. He tried to start a useless apology but I glared at him, pulling my fingers out of his hole. Instead of punishing him through his hole, I saw a better option, two of them in fact. I grabbed his nutsack and squeezed his balls as far down in the sack as they’d go, before pulling it back between his legs. He was already grimacing in pain, probably never having his sack or balls manhandled like that. “Watch your mouth, you’ll regret saying stuff like that. Look at me, boy. Remember you brought this all on yourself. LOOK. AT. ME.” With each word, I gave his sack another tug. I could see several things flash across his face and through his eyes, including pain and anger. “To teach him respect and obedience, without injuring him, I took my other hand and slapped his nuts. It wasn’t as hard as the slaps, but enough to make him cry out in pain. I said nothing as I let go of his sack and kept my eyes locked on his.” At this point, Lamont looked to Jamal, who nodded his head. “I learned, quickly, not to mouth off.” I grabbed my baggie, pulled out a big shard, told him, “I’m going to give you something that will help you take your punishment a little easier. It will hurt going in and then it’s going to burn like a mother fucker. Do or say whatever you want; it ain’t going to help.” I then relubed his hole and my fingers. I placed the shard at his hole, scratched it around as I watched his pain. “Take a deep breath from the bottle, one at each nostril, and hold it.” He did and was able to hold it for 10 seconds. “Release.” As he did, I rammed the shard in deep. I smiled at his reaction as the pain registered and he screamed again at the scrape of the shard entering him. When the burn started, he began crying, begging me to take it out. “This is your fault Jamal. If you had just followed the rules, I wouldn’t have to do this to you. You know what T is?” Through the burn he shook his head. “T? No, please. Meth? Oh go…ohhhh” “There it is. You know what’s up there now don’t you?” All he could do was moan in pleasure. I slid my fingers out. I stayed there watching his hole quiver. I watched as the meth took over his mind. Most shocking? I watched as his cock went from soft to hard, rock hard, in a matter of seconds. “Interesting.” I lightly touched my fingers to his hole and is face immediately snapped up, his eyes a dark shade as he began to whimper. “What’s going on boy? Tell Uncle what’s going on?” He fought the thoughts and feelings coursing through his body. I continued the light rubbing of his hole, watching it opening and closing at my touch. “Noooo…. Please no more…. Oh fuck,” he was now trying to fight. I picked up the bag and grabbed another shard, this one bigger, and showed it to him. “You can have more if you want. You seem to like it. Do you want more, Jamal?” He struggled, trying to fight the need. He began to shake his head and say, “Nooo…” I took hold of his cock. “Doesn’t that feel good, your dick so fucking hard? Your dick likes it. Your hole,” resuming the tickling, “likes it too.” Lamont looked to Jamal, who said, “I had no idea what was going on, other than my dick had never been harder than at that moment. My hole was responding to uncle’s fingers, but I didn’t want anything there. All my nerve endings seemed to be on fire.” “My mind broke, completely, then. I nodded my head.” “What’s that little boy? I couldn’t hear you.” He looked at me and begged, “Please.” “Please? Please what?” “Please, give me more.” “More what? Where?” “Fuuuuuck. Please uncle, give me more meth. Please….” ”Where, boy? Where do you want it? Where do you need it?” ”I watched in wicked glee as his last vestiges of macho pride disintegrated. His face and eyes had betrayed him before the words did.” ”Up… my… a.. ass. I need it up my ass, please.” I smiled and said, “I think you’re ready. Slide back. You want it, you take it.” He never broke eye contact as he slid back. His eyes squinted in pain as the shard scraped as it breached his hole. He slid backwards all the way down my fingers. His eyes flew open as this burn, more intense then the first, started. i found his prostate and shoved the shard right up against, making him fly harder. He tried making sounds, words, but nothing could process. I pulled my fingers out and lubed up my dick. “Keep your eyes on me boy. Watch me turn you out.” I moved into place, the head of my dick at his spasming hole. I took both his hips in my hands, centered him, and began pulling him back as I pushed forward. His eyes spread even wider as, even with the meth, the pain began to register in his brain. He started whimpering, like a good virgin, begging me to stop. “You ever stop when you’re on top? Those girls begging you not to break them open? DO YOU?” He looked at me and just shook his head. I think he fully realized at that moment, there was no stopping me. I was going to break him: his pride, his hole, his manhood. “To his credit, he never relented, never gave in. But he was broken none the less.” He groaned as the big head breached his hole. I looked down, amazed at his virgin hole spread open around my dark cock. He began blubbering incoherent words. I grabbed my phone and took a picture. I reached forward and showed him his hole, spread open by my dick. “Oh god…please.” “Ready boy? I’m going to rearrange those guts.” With that, I began my assault on his hole. I kept a steady push inward, enjoying the pain and fear in his face and eyes as I pushed forward constantly. When I felt I was in as deep as he could take on his virgin tour, I pulled back and pressed in. “Look at me baby boy. I’m going to go easy on you this first time, but know this. This is just the beginning. That hole is mine, when I want it and where I want it. Understood?” He nodded and, without needing to be told, said, “Yes, uncle.” I slid in and out, resisting the urge to really pound him, until I felt my climax coming. “I’m going to shoot my load baby boy. You want it don’t you? Up that tight ass. Tell me what you want.” “Noooo, please, don’t shoot in me.” “Too. Fucking. Bad,” I bellowed, blowing my first load in him. “Over the next few hours, I pumped four more loads in him. By the end, he begged for it. Didn’t you, baby boy.” Still looking up at Lamont, “Yes I did uncle.”

Chapter 2 I pulled up outside Brad’s flat. There was a dim light on that I could see through the blinds. I locked the car and walked up to the door. As I was about to knock the door swung open. He must have been watching me approach, though I hadn’t seen him at the window. I walked in, the door closing behind me. Brad was there in a dark coloured bathrobe. ‘Follow me ‘ he calmly said in his deep voice, barely more than a whisper. I felt compelled to do as I was told , almost as though it was an order. He made his way into the lounge area. There was low mood lighting, and the brightest light came from the large flat screen tv on the wall. It showed a smooth sexy twink being barebacked by a hunk of an older guy. My cock rose to semi hardness straight away. Brad opened his robe and I could see a large cock, probably 7 ins long at least and thick. I had not seen a cock like it outside of a porn flick. He had a furry chest and there was a glint of metal at one of his nipples. I could see tattoos as well, a tribal design around the upper part of his chest. ‘ Strip to your boxers’ he growled. I quickly complied before he turned me round and viewed what he saw. I was sporting a boner now. His hand went down the back of my boxers and he slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘come here … on your knees’ I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too. I sank to my knees and took his cock. I licked the shaft before swallowing the end. I had only ever given a couple of blow jobs before , and never to completion , a few years previously when just fooling around with a guy. Nothing like this. I started playing with my cock as I sucked Brads thick member. ‘suck my balls’ Brad whispered . I came off the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. It was just a natural reaction. I was loving it. I looked up and saw more tattoos in his shaved pubic area. There was a star at one side and a scorpion at the other, again in a tribal design. They looked in keeping with the rest of his body ink and I thought nothing more of it. ‘im going to teach you all you will need to know. Have you a girlfriend?’ I nodded as Brads cock was back in my mouth. ‘Does she know you suck cock?’ I shook my head. ‘Good! Let’s keep it that way for the time being. In time you will want to tell her you are a cock sucking faggot , but for now we will keep that under wraps’ . I carried on wanking the cock in front of me. ‘this is lesson one, you will be swallowing my cum shortly. You will then leave quietly and message me when you want lesson two. I know that will be soon, you’re a natural.’ I was still rubbing my own cock but I wanted to taste my first cum load, so I went to town on Brads cock. I was so fucking horny I couldn’t explain it. ‘ Here it comes boy, don’t spill a drop’ Brads cum hit the back of my throat and I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been saving up a few days worth as I nearly gagged as I swallowed. I licked his shaft clean and wiped his cock on my face as I had seen it the porn flicks. ‘Dress and go ‘ Brad ordered, the sound on the porn flick now filling the room as the twink was getting a pounding. ‘thank you’ I mumbled as I dressed, and slipped out of the flat. My cock was still hard, I hadn’t cum. I got quietly in the car and drove off into the night, desperate to replay the events in my head . I got home, stripped and played with my cock until I could came , imagining lesson two. I was hooked. I needed to learn more! to be continued …….

Not Entirely My Story. I took a great story and took it the next level with strong POZ overtones. If this is not allowed in this FORUM. Please allow me to delete and carry on. Girlfriend's Brother Pozzes ME While She Is At Work. I had gone over to my girlfriend's house and we were to go to see an afternoon movie and then to dinner. Amy's brother Andy informed me that she was called into work until 4 because her manager was sick. Andy was just about ready to go swimming and he asked me if I'd like to join him. I started to decline as I didn't have a swimsuit and I told him so. He told me that had a few extra swimsuits and we went to his bedroom. All he had were Speedos and I was a little shy about wearing them. He finally talked me into it and while I chose the pair I wanted, and in a flash he was already changing, unashamed, as he undressed before me. He had a great body and I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had noticed such a thing. What really intrigued me was a biohazard tattoo he had right above his long thick cock. Amy had always said he was the black sheep of the family and they always spoke in hushed tones about whenever a non-family member was in earshot. I had no clue what it was other than he was more likely gay, but that did not bother me…all that much. I undressed slowly, hoping he would go on out without me and let me change in private, but he did not. I turned away from him slightly, but I could feel his gay eyes up my straight ass as I stood there naked. I turned briefly to snatch the Speedos from his bed, and I'm sure he got a look at my cock. Strangely, I stiffened at the thought. After dressing, we went to the pool and swam and tanned for about 2 hours. We wrestled a little in the pool and I felt his hand graze my package a few times. Each time letting it linger there a bit longer than the time before. I stiffened, again. "Amy should be home in about another hour," he said. "What do you want to do to kill time?" I told him I didn't know, but I definitely wanted to change first. "Do you need to shower or do you just want to dry off?" he asked. I told him I'd like a shower. This gave me an excuse to change in the bathroom, and maybe take care of this half a boner I had going on. When I got inside I realized I had a slight problem. I had tied the string in the Speedos in a knot, and I could not get it out. I told Andy and he happily agreed to help get the knot out. On his knees, his hands working only inches from my cock, he got the knot out in about 5 minutes. But not without incident, though. His hands occasionally brushed my cock and it reacted to his gentle touching, even if it was by another guy. He saw and felt my hardening cock and said, "Is it wanting Amy?" I just smiled, embarrassed. He got to his feet and asked for the Speedos, as he was headed for the laundry room. "Can I bring them after I take my shower?" I asked. He said, "I don't want to make two trips." I hesitated, and he asked, "Embarrassed by your body? Don't be." He took his Speedos off to show me that there was nothing to i exposing his biohazard tat again. "Well?" I took them off and handed them to him. "Thanks," he said, then kissed me. As he held me I felt his cock stiffen against mine. His cock was getting hard and so was mine. "Does Amy give head? I do," he said, and he stroked my cock my rock hard cock. He stopped, turned, and went to his bedroom. "Joining me?" he asked. I don't know why I did it, but I followed him. I followed him down the hall to Amy’s room. When I walked into the room where I had fucked his sister countless times. He was lying on her bed and I laid down next to him with his hard 8 inch cock pointing straight up. He rolled over and kissed me, then his lips began kissing my neck, chest, nipples, stomach, and then found my crotch. His right hand was between my legs playing with my ass as he licked my balls and cock. I thought I was going to cum before he started sucking me off. Pre-cum appeared at the head of my cock and he carefully licked it off. Then he started to take me down, little by little, until he'd swallowed it all. His sister did give head, but not like this. He was great and the apprehension I had was now gone. I could feel the orgasm coming, my cock ready to explode. His fingers slowly explored my hole with one and two fingers. He knew I was about to cum, too, and he removed his mouth and stroked my cock as my wad shot all over my stomach. I thought he was like his sister, a non-swallower, but he licked all my cum off my body while he slipped a second finger into my ass. Andy laid next to me, and I told him that he gave great head. He held my hand, then led it to his crotch. It felt odd having someone else's cock in my hand. "I want to get a nut, too," he said. "Are you going to blow me or am I going to have to fuck you in the ass?" I decided to go down on him, and I did it directly. No wasting time licking his balls or cock. I didn't really know what I was doing or if it was correct, but Andy was moaning, so I kept it up. He was doing most of the work, his hand on the back of my head, his hips thrusting, much like what I did to his sister. Suddenly, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shot his wad all over my face. He kissed me and licked it off. He got up and got a jar of Vaseline from his dresser. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to be fucked," I told him. "No," he said. "I want you to fuck me," and he lubed up my cock. He was on all fours, waiting for me to enter him. Even with the lubricant, his ass was tighter than Amy's pussy. It felt so good. It was odd. I could feel my balls occasionally slapping his balls as I pumped, and when I came, I came inside him. "That was great," he said. "Getting fucked is better than fucking because of the stimulating of the prostate. Plus, I got a gift for you!" I looked at him quizzically, but he just ignored me and pushed me on my back. He lifted my legs, fingered and ate my ass. He had me moaning in seconds. I felt myself get close to cumming. He leaned in and kissed me with tongue exploring my mouth. He said that was hot as he leaned down and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me and cleaned me off. I was still horned up when he pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped at the invasion, but it quickly felt good. He looked me in the eye. “We have an hour. I want to give you my gift” he said meekly as he pushed a 2nd finger into my hole. I gasped and begged him for his seed. In a flash, he had his cock lightly lubed and as he slowly withdrew his fingers he pushed his thick cock into me. I felt so full, but it felt so good. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my balls. He had all of his 8 inch cock in me. He pistoned his meaty cock deep into my ass. I begged for his seed. “Ask for my gift” he insisted. I wondered what he meant, but I begged him for his present. “I want your gift,” I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard. He jackhammered his raw cock in my ass. I was breathless. I held my legs up from behind my knees. I try to spread them as wide as possible to give him all the access he needed or wanted. “Give me the gift” thinking I was asking for his seed. He jackhammered my hole. I could feel myself wanting to pee. He was hitting the spot in my cunt that I had never felt before. He buried all 8 inches of his poz cock into my hole. He shouted out that he was pozzing my faggot hole. I came all over us. I never came hard in my life. I literally shot cum over my face hitting the headboard of the bed. We both laughed at my eruption. He laughed as he bred me. We were so entrenched in our love making that we did not hear the front door open and in the doorway was Amy with her fingers in her panties watching her brother breed me. I could feel his cock expand, pulse and shoot his tainted load into my virgin ass. I laid there breathless as Andy’s cock retreated from my soon to be pozzed hole. When Andy rolled off he saw his sister fingering herself. “I guess we pozzed another one huh sis” he quipped. I heard two things that made my eyes pop open in a flash. The fact Amy was watching us and he had just pozzed me. I tried to cover myself up, but I realized my clothes were in Andy’s room. I tried to rationalize what just happened and did Andy say “pozzed another one”. I asked him what he meant, and that is when Amy spoke up. “Yeah, we are both poz you see those notches in the bed post” I looked at the notched post there were at least 15 on her bedpost. She said, “there is one for every boy that Andy and I have pozzed in the last 2 years. Ever since, we had a 3sum with our poz daddy and he pozzed us both.” “our goal from that day on has been to poz as many straight acting fag boys like you” she said matter of factly. I slumped my head knowing she was right. I had been secretly craving cock for a while. I just needed a push out the door. I reached over touching Andy’s face and thanked him for his gift. I climbed back on the bed on all fours and asked him to fuck me doggy to make sure it took. Amy grabbed her dildo and sat in her chair and watched her brother breed her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend with another poz load. Wouldn't you know it, he was right. That statement got me curious and I let him fuck me. Afterwards, we showered together, toweled each other off, and then kissed. He grabbed my cock and whispered, "I'll let you know when she works again," and I enjoyed my relationship with him as much as with Amy. Do you think I should do a part two? Let me know what you think. Feedback is greatly appreciated so is hot chat. Joey I am a bareback slut who is surprised he is not poz yet

"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....

Do you think you might be tempted to have sex with other men, especially considering that he does?

I had a monster uncut 9.75 black cock that was by far the thickest cock I ever took/or saw. His black buddy fucked me first to lube me up with cum then held me down by the shoulders for his buddy. Both guys loved hearing me whimper and how I didn't say stop or slow down. The guy holding my shoulders was very verbal and asked if I was in pain(he knew that I was by the sounds I was making). I said yes but it hurts so good. As soon as the guy fucking me heard that he said how fucking hot it was then told me to get ready. All of a sudden he thrusts his cock as deep as possible in my hole which made me give a yelp from the pain/surprise. I then felt his monster cock throbbing as he loaded me up with a week old nut

I was perusing BBRT one day recently when a new message popped up. It was from a guy more than 200 miles away from me. Normally I ignore messages from guys as close as 25-30 miles away, as the distance can often be an insurmountable challenge. In my part of the Northeast, a simple 30 mile drive can take an hour or more when you factor in traffic, and considering how often guys flake on me, it just hasn't been worth my time or effort to try. This one was different, though. His profile pic was of a beautiful and massive piece of manmeat, and the moment I saw it my hole twitched involuntarily. Looking through the rest of his profile, I saw that his "intos" included anonymous, gang bangs, raunch, and chubs. He was all top, answering "No" to both "take loads orally" and "take loads anally." And, he was undetectable. I lie on my profile and say that I'm on PrEP, but undetectable guys don't scare me. In fact, it's a turn-on taking undetectable loads from strangers. Turned out, this top guy was REALLY into chubs, and traveling through my area in a couple of days, and he expressed just how eager he was to meet me. Now, I'm attached and can't host, but I have discovered during the pandemic that my building is full of storage rooms - empty spaces between apartments that had cages added for people to rent when they need extra storage. And most of these rooms are empty and unlocked. The perfect place to play, as long as one doesn't mind standing or laying on the concrete floor. The nastier the better for me, so I'm good with either! After trading messages, we agreed to meet as he drove through to his destination. I found myself hoping that if all went well, he would want round 2 on his way back home. On the appointed day, I spent some time prepping my hole. I also lined up a couple of local top friends who fuck me regularly. I don't (yet) own a large plug, and figured it would be best if I were opened and pre-lubed when he arrived. He and I had been messaging back and forth, so I knew when he would arrive. I gave him directions to find my spot, and told him I would be waiting ass up for him. My friends arrived about a half-hour before he did. We went in order of ascending size, with the smaller 6.5" hung guy opening up my hole first. The second guy supported me as I stood bent-over for this first assault on my hole. These cocks always feel amazing sliding in and out of me, and they appreciate how my velvet hole squeezes them to milk out their loads. At last I felt the pulses of his cock as my first friend pumped his load deep inside me. He stood still for a moment to catch his breath, then I felt him slowly withdraw. Never one to miss an opportunity to taste cum and ass together, I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. As I did so, my other friend slid his 8 inches balls-deep in me in one motion. It was my first friend's turn to support me as the second cock thrust in and out of my well-greased hole. It must have felt good, because within just a few minutes I felt his cock pulsing as it shot his load even deeper in my guts than the first. I took the time to clean my second friend off, and the two of them dressed and left, leaving the door unlocked behind them. As I checked my phone, I got the message - "I'm here." Excitedly, I responded that I was ready and waiting. This time, I lay down on the cold concrete floor, my head pointed away from the door so I couldn't see him as he entered. Within a few minutes, I heard the door open, then the deadbolt click. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, and in no time he was on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and then worked down to my ass, and I heard him gasp - hopefully in delight - when he found me already dripping cum. I felt his fingers, first one, then a second, probe my used hole. Then I felt his tongue and knew he was OK with what he saw. The light flicks of his tongue were a huge tease, and I ached for him to slide his giant cock into me. I didn't have to wait very long. After tasting the cum in my ass, he slid his body along mine until I felt a familiar pressure on my hole. Slowly, he worked on me, alternating pressure until I felt the tip slip inside me. With that, he continued to push steadily, and before long my asshole was as full as it had ever been! I was very glad I'd had my friends open me up for this monster. I might not have been able to take it otherwise. He got into a rhythm, stroking in and out of my hole. He raised himself up, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me into the floor as his pace quickened. I had never been fucked like this before, and I was in heaven! My hole twitched and spasmed as he continued his assault, and a few times I heard his balls slap my ass cheeks as he drive that missile deeper and deeper. At last, he tensed up, and once again I felt the spasming of a cock as it released its jizz into my guts. But this load was different. It was poz and undetectable, which made the sensation even hotter for me. I relished the thought of his load mixing with the others already inside me, and vowed to hold it in as long as I could. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt the wetness of his sweat mixing with mine. It had been the perfect anonymous fuck. Ever so slowly, he withdrew and stood up. I quickly spun around and got up on my knees, taking that massive member in my mouth to clean him off for the rest of his trip. His cock tasted amazing, with the sweetness of cum, the slight funk of my ass juices, and yes, even a little blood mixed in this time. No surprise, I thought. Something this big pounding me that hard was bound to draw a little blood. In a matter of moments, he was dressed and gone, off to his ultimate destination. I stayed a little longer, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satisfaction. I checked my phone again, and saw a note from him. He thanked me and expressed hope that we could do the same thing on his return trip. I responded quickly that I would be happy to accommodate him. Before I signed off BBRT and got dressed, I took one more look at his profile, admiring the enormous cock that had just bred me so thoroughly. As my eyes scanned down the screen, I noticed that something had changed. Where his status used to read "Undetectable" it now read "Positive." And he had unlocked the one locked photo on his profile - a pic of a biohazard tattoo on his hip, just to the left of his gorgeous cock. Had he stealthed me? I sent him a message and asked, and the only reply I received said, "Loved your hole. Can't wait to use it again on my way home!" My reaction caught even me off-guard. I would have thought I would be outraged, worried sick, disgusted. But instead, I felt the exact opposite, like this was always supposed to happen. I had a poz load swimming around in my guts. I looked back at my phone, and at the last message he had sent. "Me, too!" I replied. "I need more of your cum inside me ASAP!" With that, I dressed and left the storage room. But I didn't go back to my apartment. Instead, I went out to my car and drove to the nearest bookstore to buy a plug. I was determined to keep my vow to hold his load inside me as long as I could.

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 4 The next morning, Jeff woke up late. He had slept well and hadn't woken up once. The first thing he thought about was the night's events in the steam room. He pushed his finger into his hole, which felt swollen. Jeff's finger sank easily into the slippery and open hole. Jeff smelled and tasted his finger, it smelled and tasted intoxicating. Jeff opened his cell phone and took a picture of his swollen hole and sent it on Whats app to Burt. He thanked for yesterday and that they had hinted about the sauna. Burt immediately responded with a gif depicting his surprise. Burt wrote that he was confused as to what naughty beast they had unleashed. Burt also managed that either Jeff has made an account on Grindr. He gets good pictures from the pictures taken yesterday. Jeff had completely forgotten that Burt and Jack had filmed him during yesterday's session. Jeff opened the pictures and was dumbfounded. In the gallery there were dozens of pictures, in which Burt's and Jack's cocks were alternately in Jeff's ass. Jeff's face was clearly visible in most of the pictures and Jeff had a very enjoying face in them. There were pictures of Jeff on the bed on all fours with a cock in his ass, pictures of him on his back with his feet up to the ceiling, his feet on men's shoulders, his legs pressed to his chest. Jeff couldn't even remember in which of all the positions Jack and Burt had fucked him. The last ones were pictures of Jeff's hole, which was filled with sperm. Horny, Jeff downloaded the app and created an account. Logged in and started filling in his information and uploading pictures. As a profile picture, he took a picture of just his face while lying on the bed in the hotel room. About Me: "Nice, lean, athletic runner looking for fun. I'm 100% bottom and want to feel you inside me. No loads refused." Jeff sent the account link to Burt on whats app and took a shower. When Jeff got out of the shower, Burt had sent several messages to Jeff. Burt said that almost everyone doesn't show their own face on the app, so it was a surprise that Jeff had uploaded both a face picture and pictures from last night showing Jeff's face. But he believes it will certainly increase Jeff's market value. Jeff hadn't thought of the whole thing in his heat. It had also been busy in the grinder. Jeff's profile had had a lot of visitors and the men had given a lot of flames and purple devils. Jeff asked Burt what these purple devils means. "Probably they'd like to get in your hole," said Burt. Jeff clicked purple demons back to everyone who clicked him. After that, he started going through the messages he received. All had the same basic idea. "Looks like we are in the same hotel. When would suit you. I can come to your room, put your room number OR my room is XXX come whenever you want." "This can't be that easy," thought Jeff. This non-inhibition puzzled Jeff. The men were willing to fuck without any additional information or dating wishes. The main thing seemed to be to get to the top. Jeff put his own room number in the first messager's message. A couple of seconds later, Jeff received a text saying that the man would be there in a moment. Jeff was not prepared for such a quick reaction, so he in hurry put on the jockstraps he got yesterday and tidied up his bed a bit. After a couple of minutes there was a knock on the door. Jeff opened the door and there stood a man about 30 years old who entered the room and closed the door behind him. The man kissed Jeff on the mouth and rubbed Jeff's ass with his hand. The man pushed Jeff towards the bed and turned Jeff onto his stomach on the bed. The man stuck his tongue in Jeff's ass and at the same time started to untie the belt of his pants. Jeff heard the man drop his pants and get on top of Jeff on the bed. Jeff felt the hot cock on his ass and spread his hands over his buttocks. With a steady thrust, the man's cock began to push inside Jeff. Jeff soon felt the man's pubic hair on his ass. The man started fucking Jeff and praised how good Jeff's ass felt. The man fucked Jeff for at least half an hour. Sometimes louder and sometimes slower. Finally, the man asked where Jeff wants the sperm. "inside," said Jeff and at the same time he felt mans cock throbbing inside him. The man seeded Jeff and collapsed onto Jeff. After a moment the man pulled out of Jeff, got up and pulled his pants back on. "Thanks, this was good. Are you here all week. We could see you another time," said the man and headed for the door. The man was gone. They hadn't even introduced themselves to each other.

I was thinking the same thing. It is great to do things as a couple, but it should result in neglecting one's own health.

No, you're not alone, and my sex life has changed considerably, in years. From my twenties when I started to have sex -both top and bottom-, I've always considered myself "the monogamous type" and had a few relationships. One ending up with a HIV positive test at age of 37; but the extremely "binary" mindset I had, influenced me. Boolean we say in computer jargon. Zero is false, One is true. So, after some time sexless after pozzed, I started having meaningless sex. Not anonymous, but "don't ask don't tell" with regular fuckbuddies, met just for sex, and a beer at the most. Same with my last ex; zero, or one. Open relationship, or nothing. The result has been in a false sense of happiness, then we came out with mutual poz kink, although in the end pandemic and lockdowns deteriorated our couple. In short, we ended up to live together and be fuckbuddies with poztalk, a fetish I persuaded myself I couldn't share with anyone else, except sexting buddies on this site. Now? With my current guy? I've re-discovered the joy of being intimate with a person I love, and who loves me. A person who cares for me entirely and not only wanting my member inside or his inside me, or didn't want the curiosity and fun of a kink. He wanted and wants me, as I am. I'm re-discovering how monogamy can be interesting too, with the right person. His warm skin, his breath becoming fast or slow depending on what's happening between us, knowing each other from body language... An intimacy that no random hookup would give me; never been into it! Never been into gangbangs or similar... I also had an experience with a girl while my ex and me were in deep crysis. My best friend. She's like a sister for me and that experience made me realize what I wanted from sex. Intimacy and trust. Now, with my current guy, I seem to have found it. I let random encounters and hard violent sex acts, to people who love them. I don't, even in fiction I am rarely reading those.

I had never felt anything like this before. I was completely letting go while also craving more and more sex. If I hadn’t been blindfolded still, I probably would’ve sent lusty looks through absentminded eyes. I would’ve let whoever was handling me and feeding me how much more I wanted. There was still this little voice inside of me saying that I was stupid. That I shouldn’t let a random stranger that I hadn’t even seen just feed me unknown substances. That I had to work the next day, that I was so fucked up, and that I didn’t even know what time it was. Was it 6PM Sunday? 2AM Monday? I was thinking that maybe my time for my room was up and they would kick me out. But I also thought that it was too late to care at that point. I had let him do whatever he wanted to me and that there was no turning back for me. ”Look at you, all fucked up. Look at your book all drenched in sweat. Gonna keep you here all night, boy” I heard while I was still being fucked. The burning sensation had gone. I was just feeling the heat, overwhelming my whole body. I heard a knock on the door, which was probably still wide open as I didn’t hear it getting opened before I heard “Time’s up for your room man!” ”I’ll be right up!” I heard. “Don’t move boy, I’ll be right back.” he added. “You guys can enjoy” as the sound of his steps vanished. I didn’t hear the sound of the door closing, it was still open, a dick took its place inside my sloppy hole, and a moan from a different voice I hadn’t heard before. I was mentally calculating that I had rented the room for 6 hours, which meant that it was 11PM. I realized it was my room, but that my handler was going to pay for the extension to keep me here. The little voice came back. He was going to pay for me to stay. He was going to get more control over me. That thought scared me a bit and I thought I should get out of here. But I was fooling myself. I was so fucked up, I wasn’t going anywhere. I realized I probably couldn’t even have walked two steps without tripping just to go to the bathroom. I realized there was nothing to do besides just letting go and just tighten my hole to show the stranger fucking I wanted his load. He obliged after a few minutes and shot his cum deep inside. “That’s beautiful” I heard. It was the voice of my handler. “I paid for another 12 hours, we have all night.”

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 6 - Jonas's Too Tight Hole The next day, Sam skipped the lectures completely and Sam worked all day in the sex shop on the store side. George had given Sam the new jockstraps first thing in the morning and told Sam to put them on. George thought jockstraps were a suitable uniform for Sam in the store. A bit stocky Sam in just jockstraps was a sure attraction in the shop. When there were no customers, Sam took care of the roulette business. During the day, Sam had time to take care of a whole bunch of men in the fitting room. Sam did realize what his job in the store was. It was so obvious. If a man buys a porn movie on DVD, he doesn't need a fitting room. Regardless, one man after another led Sam into the booth and loaded Sam's hole. George stated in the afternoon that Sam's transfer to the sales job has clearly increased sales. Sam suspected that George had been doing some marketing because there were clearly more men in the shop than usual. During the day, well over 10 different men seeded Sam. In the afternoon, a young boy came to the store, looking for a suitable butt plug, which he could use to make his own hole bigger. Sam mentored a young boy named Jonas. Jonas was only 20 years old, super skinny and of average height. A very beautiful boy. Jonas said that he is dating another boy of the same age. Jonas said that his hole is too tight and he would like to loosen it. Sam asked Jonas if he needed guidance on how to use the butt plug and at the same time led Jonas to the fitting booth. Sam pushed Jonas' chosen plug into his own hole. Sam moved the plug back and forth a few times in his ass until it was slimy with the cum. "Now it's your turn. Lower your pants and show me your hole," said Sam to Jonas. At the same time, Sam pushed the sperm-coated plug straight into Jonas's hole. Jonas howled in pain, but the look told that he was satisfied. Jonas pulled up his pants and Sam led Jonas to George and introduced them to each other. Sam told George that Jonas came to buy a butt plug, which is now already in Jonas' ass. "Jonas has a boyfriend, but the problem is that Jonas's hole is too tight. Would it be possible that Jonas could also go to a private event to make Jonas's hole a little looser?", Sam asked George.

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 2 At the dinner table, Jeff told Burt and Jack about his own life. About religious background, getting married young, wife and three children. Jeff also told the men that he had never had sex with men before. Burt and Jack said they were thankful they got to fuck Jeff's virgin ass. Jeff had never talked openly about sex before and it turned him on. The men took turns teasing verbally Jeff so that Jeff's cock was throbbing all the time in his black pants. Jack made Jeff confused when he told him that going straight for raw is the right choice. Condoms are only for sissy's. Real men always fuck raw. Jeff hadn't really had time to think the whole thing through. Jeff had actually let two men cum on his ass with bare cocks. However, he has a wife and family, he cannot get any disease. "How did a raw cock feel? And how does sperm in the ass feel?", asked Jack. "Awesome. That moment felt amazing when you both cum inside me," said Jeff blushing. "Wow, I noticed that you yourself squirted a huge load of sperm into my mouth almost untouched. You seem like a natural sperm bucket that hasn't gotten around to fulfilling you yet," said Burt. "But this conference is perfect for you. We have many years of experience here. 95 percent of the attendees are men. Many want to empty their aching balls during the week. Many every day. There are a lot of men here who want to take out their frustrations by fucking. I can promise you that you arrived in cumdump heaven,” continued Jack. Jeff listened with a sigh to what Jack and Burt were saying. Jeff's cock also leaked precum, which formed a wet patch on the front of his pants. Fortunately, the pants were black, so it wasn't very visible. “But I have to use protection if I'm going to let someone fuck me again,” Jeff thought to himself. Burt said that the same steam room where they met gets quite a buzz at midnights. Everyone who hasn't emptied the bags yet, and doesn't want to use only their own hands, comes to the steam room. It's usually so busy there that everyone can't even sit down, even if they sit right next to each other. Hands and mouths are used there and usually there are also a few cum hungry bottoms like you offering their ass to be fucked. Jack continued that Grindr is also a easy and popular application that Jeff should also install. With it, you can make an appointment at any time of the day. In such a big event, there is always someone looking for a hole to empty the seeds into. "The less you set demands on a fucker, the more sure and more seeds you get. You should put good marketing pictures of yourself on your profile and by putting: "no loads refused" on your profile tells men that they will get what they need from you," continued Jack. Jeff was in full heat. The cock was rock hard and the wet stain on the pants just kept growing. Jeff stared at the bulges in the pants of all the men passing by. Burt and Jack recognized Jeff's heat and suggested that if they went back to their hotel room. In the room, Burt and Jack undressed themselves and Jeff again. The men led Jeff into the bathroom and taught Jeff how to clean himself from the inside. "You should keep yourself clean all week so you can offer your hole whenever you want," instructed Jack. Burt dried Jeff, lubed Jeff's hole and led him back to the bed. This time Jeff was on his back with his long runner's legs towards the ceiling. Burt asked Jeff what he wanted. Jeff said he wants them both to fuck him. "You have to beg. You have to beg us to fuck you and beg to seed you. You have to show men that you value their seed. You can't just lay there passively. You have to show that you are worthy of men's sperm," said Jack. Jeff obeyed. "Please, give me dick. Both of you fuck me. Take turns fucking and cum in my married ass. Make me your cum whore. Please!" Jeff yelled. Jack and Burt took turns on Jeff's hole. At one point, Burt had dug Jeff's cell phone out of Jeff's pants pocket and asked Jeff to unlock it. The men filmed Jeff in many positions taking cock inside him. Finally, both men once again cummed Jeff's hole. The men complimented Jeff "You're like a born cum dump". Jack dug out the jock straps and a large bottle of lube from his bag and handed them to Jeff. "These may give you pleasure during the coming week," said Jack.

I love watching guys do it, but too much becomes too overwhelming for my taste.

For the OP: I am strongly pro-PrEP, but I can understand the concern you have. If your relationship is currently closed, saying that you want to be on PrEP is almost like saying "I plan to open this relationship back up, whether or not we actually discuss it". Or, if his insecurities run another direction, it might be like saying "He thinks I'm going to cheat on him and end up infecting him." If your relationship is currently open, and you haven't discussed PrEP, it sounds like he expects you to use condoms outside the relationship. Either way: People in a relationship need to be able to talk about things like this. If you can't, that's a sign of a bigger problem than whether you should be on PrEP or not.

Chapter 8: The Addition The research continued over the next few weeks, during breaks between work, road trips, swimming, dining out, and sex. Make that the next few months. They’d branched out into all kinds of archival material: diaries, letters, postcards, baptismal certificates, anything they could get their hands on. There were a couple of tricky spots. One was the day when Dean tripped, quite by accident, over a letter between two siblings, discussing their respective abilities. The letter, though, also verified that a daughter and a son of one of the family’s sons had demonstrated shifting ability. At this point, they realized that they’d been running all along on a false presumption that only the female side of the family could transmit the phenomenon. They’d been faked out by the odd circumstance that none of the men in Deidra’s relatively small family line had ever managed to father any children. Now that they realized that the men could pass it on as well, the problem suddenly swelled to truly alarming dimensions. It was after that discovery that Dean and Joey decided they had better enlist both Dayna and Deidra to help them out. Once again, there was an all-hands-on-deck family meeting, which the boys hosted at their place, partly to celebrate the installation of their new in-ground pool and hot tub. “As a supplement to the pool at the club, not a replacement for it,” Joey earnestly explained, to chuckles from the others. Once Dean explained how the entire research project had suddenly gone out of control, Dayna and Deidra immediately volunteered to help. However, it was a bit trickier for Deidra as Ross still wasn’t in the know, and she didn’t want to be caught working on it if he walked in unexpectedly. Dayna suggested a little dodge, based on the fact that her office at work had an adjoining office within the suite which was unused. She created a fictitious position for her mother, forged a letter of appointment, and then had Deidra explain to Ross how she really wanted to get back into the world of work to occupy her time, and how Dayna had mentioned to her a job vacancy at her company that Deidra could well qualify for. So equipped, Deidra “landed the job” with no trouble, and was then able to work at full steam and in privacy on the project. To avoid any awkward questions, she used her own phone connection to create a link for her laptop. After about half a year, the “Gang of Four” had succeeded in running down the names, dates, and present residences (where applicable) for about nine-tenths of Nora Ludlow’s descendants. It was at this point that Dean started pushing for some sort of mass communication to all living members of the clan. The other three immediately jumped on that idea and shot it down, reasoning that if the four of them were nervous about letting any outsiders know about them, all these others could be expected to be just as much so. That thumbs-down seemed to stall the whole effort. But it was right at this critical juncture that fate intervened again, and in a most unexpected manner. Deidra was looking over the pages and pages of information one day, and suddenly stopped and went back. “What is it, Mom?” “Dean, nothing much – just a really weird and unusual spelling of a name.” “Let’s see.” “Jass… Jays….” Dean went white. “Jaysen Macaleister.” “Okay, Dean, I can see by your face that there’s a story here – probably a good one. Tell.” “Mom, he’s a member of the country club. And gay. And he’s been after me almost ever since the first day I went there.” “Uh-huh. But did he catch you?” “Mom, don’t go there.” Joey intervened, sniggering. “Who, Jason? Yep, he got Dean all right – or Dean got him, not sure which. I don’t know enough details on that one yet.” “Joey, I’ll thank you not to stick your two cents worth in about those kinds of personal details with my mother.” But Dean was laughing as hard as the others. “Dean, your face is turning into a very vivid sunset colour,” Joey ribbed him. “But what brought Jason into the conversation?” “This, Joey.” Deidra beckoned Joey over and showed him the paper. Joey glanced at it for a moment and then laughed delightedly. “No way! The Big Jay is one of the family too?” He moved, looking closer over Deidra’s shoulder at the paper – and then his eyes opened wide. “Is that how you spell it?” “Apparently, yes – or so he’s always claimed.” “Dean, this is hilarious!” Joey couldn’t stop chortling in delight. Dean replied in a flat monotone, with a completely deadpan face. “I’m just dying with laughter. Can’t you tell?” “But seriously! That drunken oaf, clumsy galoot, wannabe sex god is our cousin?” “So it would seem, Joey. But this gives me an idea. I just need some time to think how best to approach it, but I bet we can get Jaysen to give himself away, and then we can bring him onboard and get him to tell us about his family. Then we can use that leverage to find out about more and more other people, just by branching out, one by one, from that starting point. Now, here’s what I need you to do.” “Me? Why me?” “Because you’re sweet and innocent and cute as a button and sexy as hell – and totally convincing too. It worked on me, it should work on Jaysen just as well.” A week later, during Dean’s absence from home on a business trip, Joey used his day off, a Friday, to go into town and have a good long swim and lie-in-the-sun at the country club. He looked like he was sleeping, but all the time he was scanning the surroundings under his lowered eyelids. He could hardly miss Jaysen because every time he looked that way, Jaysen was looking at him with that lean and hungry look that said, loud and clear, I wanna fuck with you. Joey had to admit that he wasn’t averse to the idea – Jaysen was a good deal better looking than he deserved to be, considering how much time he spent knocking back drinks in the bar. When Joey finally got up to go into the locker room and change for dinner, Jaysen was right behind him. As he walked past Jaysen towards the showers, Joey made sure to slow down to a casual saunter, not looking at Jaysen, but giving him a good eyeful of Joey’s firm, round ass. By the time Joey finished his shower, Jaysen was nowhere in sight. Probably jerking off in the toilet by now, Joey thought, and chuckled to himself. He headed up to the club dining room and nodded to the host, saying “For one, please.” Just as he said that, he saw Jaysen sitting at a table by the window, alone. “On second thoughts,” Joey said to the host, “I’m going to join that gentleman by the window.” He walked over to the table, placed his hand on the second chair, and said, “Excuse me. May I join you for dinner?” Jaysen looked up, glanced around as if looking for Dean, and then said, “Sure.” As soon as they’d given their orders to the server, Jaysen leaned over and said quietly, “So, where’s your hotshot boyfriend tonight?” “Out of town on business.” “Does he mind you going and having dinner with other guys?” “No. We understand each other fine.” Jaysen was going right where Joey needed him to go. “I just wondered, Jamie….” “Joey.” “Sorry, Joey. I wondered because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you apart since you moved in with him… sorry, I shouldn’t assume.” “It’s okay. And you’re quite right. We do live together.” From there on, the conversation unfolded along pretty predictable lines, and more in keeping with the normal social atmosphere of the country club. As they were wrapping up their meal, Jaysen asked, “Care to join me for a nightcap?” “The lounge?” “I was thinking of my place. Not too far away.” “Okay.” Joey had a hard time not to laugh at how Jaysen thought he was playing it so cleverly – when, in reality, he was the one being played. But he was also having a bit of a hard time in another way as he actually found Jaysen’s body sexy -- if you could ignore his clumsy attempts at being a smooth operator. Joey figured that he would at least enjoy some hot fun and at the same time find out what they needed to know. Fifteen minutes later they were seated on a sofa, facing a spectacular view over the harbour from Jaysen’s penthouse condo. The sky was colouring with an eye-catching sunset, the lights were coming on along the waterfront, and the ice in the glasses was tinkling as they sipped their gin and tonics – made with a premium gin and very deluxe tonic imported from the Netherlands. Jaysen definitely knew how to do life on a grand scale. As Joey was thinking that, Jaysen’s arm landed across his shoulders, and the hand curled gently, drawing Joey closer to him. Joey put his glass down and turned to Jaysen. “You don’t have to be so subtle. I told you that Dean and I were okay with each other doing things like this.” With that, Jaysen pulled Joey right in and began kissing him with full tongue. Joey responded with a will, and their making out got very hot and heavy, very quickly. In just a minute or two, Joey had his fingers locked into Jaysen’s belt buckle and was undoing it, while Jaysen was busily removing Joey’s tie and undoing his shirt. When Joey tugged on the waistband, Jaysen lifted his hips and the trousers slid down, revealing an impressive and already wet bulge in his briefs. Then Jaysen returned his attention to Joey, sliding his shirt back and off his shoulders. Jaysen immediately leaned in and began sucking and teasing Joey’s nipples, and Joey responded with a gratifying moan – his nipples had always been one of his hot-trigger zones. Then Jaysen lifted his head and said, “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.” He stood up, kicked his trousers aside, and began undoing his shirt as Joey followed him down the hall. When they arrived, Joey got his own trousers off quickly, and then attacked Jaysen’s shirt buttons. Very soon, the two of them were naked except for their briefs, with their bulges rubbing against each other and the wet stains spreading rapidly. Joey knew from what Dean had told him that Jaysen loved being the submissive bottom, so he gave Jaysen a hearty push, sending him sprawling on his back across the bed. Joey leapt right on top of him, pinning him down and resuming the hot kissing as his hand grasped Jaysen’s bulge and squeezed it firmly. Jaysen moaned aloud. Joey slid down, grasped Jaysen’s briefs and tugged them down, and Jaysen’s cock sprang to attention, trailing a thread of precum. Once he’d gotten the briefs right off, Joey went down on Jaysen’s rigid, wet dick, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste of the precum, and the moans that floated down from Jaysen’s mouth as he sucked that tool deep into his throat. After a minute, he let his free hand slide down below, playing with Jaysen’s balls, then tickling and stroking his taint, and finally sliding right down and teasing his hole. Joey wasn’t entirely surprised, after what Dean had told him, when that hole quickly opened up and let him slide his finger in. After another minute or two of sucking and finger-fucking, Joey pulled back, fell down on his back beside Jaysen, and snapped, “Here. Get on this.” Jaysen scrambled up and leaned over, sucking Joey’s cock deep between his lips. Joey was pleasantly surprised to find out that the clumsy, incompetent (as he had thought) Jaysen was actually a top-notch cocksucker, lavishing some very impressive skills on Joey’s tool. But Joey had something else in mind too, and he growled at Jaysen to “swing your legs around here so I can finger your ass some more.” Jaysen obediently complied, and in no time Joey had two fingers reaming and twisting around in that hole, while Jaysen’s mouth continued doing a virtuoso number on Joey’s cock. It was time. Joey pushed Jaysen off his cock and down onto his face, with his beautiful ass sticking enticingly up into the air. Joey scrambled up onto his knees, and bent down, planting his face into the crack and working up and down that ass with his tongue, licking the crack, teasing the hole, kissing the cheeks, and finally plunging his tongue right inside Jaysen and tongue-fucking him with great energy. By now, Jaysen was moaning nonstop, and talking up a storm, really more than Joey ideally liked, but plainly getting fully in the mood. At last he said, “Aw, fuck, get your cock inside me. I want to feel that big hard dick plowing my hole deep and seeding me. Come on, Joey, fuck me now!” Joey, never the man to say “no” to an invitation like that, got in between Jaysen’s legs, forcing them farther apart, and then leaned down, planting his cock against that pretty hole. “You want my dick?” “Fuck, yeah!” “Beg for it.” “Fuck, man, please, I need that cock in me. I need you to shove it in, plow me deep and hard, and fill me up with your cock and your load. Fuck me now, please! Fuck me and breed me!” Joey clapped his hand over Jaysen’s mouth to stop the dialogue and at the same moment pushed his hips forward and down, his cock breaking through the ring and into Jaysen’s hole while Jaysen quivered and tried to yell – but only an inarticulate roar came out. Joey kept working his cock deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. He then planted his hands against Jaysen’s shoulders and began pulling and pushing, sliding out and driving back in as Jaysen rolled his hips and worked his ass muscle on the cock inside him. Joey again revised his earlier estimate, realizing that Jaysen was a very experienced and top-notch bottom who fully knew how to give his fucker a great ride. Jaysen was having very similar thoughts, although his were more along the lines of surprise that such a slim, boyish-looking guy could turn out to be such a masterful, strong-willed top man. Joey was pounding hard into Jaysen now, hard and deep, going right to the bottom on every stroke and making plenty of noise as his hips kept slapping up against Jaysen’s firm and nicely rounded ass cheeks. Joey knew that it was just a question of time, and not very much time at that, so he pulled out. “Roll over,” he commanded, and Jaysen complied, turning onto his back and lifting his legs in one smooth movement. Joey moved in, pointed his cock at the target, and slid back inside, now getting to enjoy the spectacle of Jaysen’s expressive face as he got pounded deep and hard. In fact, it was the sight of that face contorting itself in spasms of ecstasy which told Joey that Jaysen was about ready to blow – and that he should speed it up himself. Jaysen was stroking his cock at top speed as Joey pounded quickly and forcefully into him, and his voice was uttering a nonstop stream of “ohfucks” until suddenly his face screwed right up, his voice froze on a single loud wail, and a stream of cum leapt out of his cock, splattering across his face and pecs. A second shot flew almost as far, and four or five more followed, splattering his cum all across his tightly clenched abs. Joey felt those muscle spasms grabbing at his cock, and instinctively speeded up his fucking motions even more. It took him another minute and then his own face seized up in a tight knot, he yelled “Fuck!”, and his cock spurted a half a dozen big shots of cum deep inside Jaysen’s hole. As the contractions of his muscles finally slowed down, Joey fell across Jaysen’s body, cock still buried in his ass, and they began kissing and hugging while they both recovered their breath after that epic orgasm. After a few more minutes, they separated, and lay side by side. At last, Joey turned towards Jaysen, leaning up on his elbow. “Jaysen, I want to tell you something. I don’t know why this is so, but I just have a feeling that I can trust you with this, that you’re a safe person for me to take into my confidence. I’ve got a really weird secret to share with you, but I need you to promise solemnly to keep it to yourself.” “Of course, Joey. You can trust me.” “Okay, I said I was going to tell you, but it’s more a case of showing you.” “All right.” Joey closed his eyes for a second and vanished, reappearing instantly across the room by the door to the walk-in closet and bathroom. Jaysen stared around. “Over here, Jaysen.” Just as Jaysen focused in on him, Joey vanished again, popping back into view on the bed. “Wow, Jaysen, you don’t even look surprised.” “Well, Joey, there is a reason for that.” As he said that, Jaysen instantly changed from a red-haired, young, fair-skinned man of thirty or so into a huge black muscle daddy, looking about fifty years old, well over six feet tall, and well over ten inches in the one dimension that mattered most. A moment later, he changed back again. “Fuck, that guy was one eye-catching stud! I haven’t had much experience with dicks that size, but I’d love to try anyway.” It was plain that Joey had forgotten for the moment all about his painful encounter on the cruise ship. Jaysen laughed. “If only.” “Embodying your own biggest sexual fantasy?” “How did you guess?” They laughed together. Then Joey had another question. “What about the rest of your family?” “Oh, does it run in families?” Jaysen was trying, not very successfully, to look innocent. “Very much so.” Jaysen sighed, perhaps a bit in relief. “Okay, I admit it. I got it from my dad. He did the same thing as you. One sister moves things around, the other one moves other people but not herself.” “So, what about your mother? Does she know?” “If she does, she’s kept quiet. But I wouldn’t be surprised. She knew that I was gay even before I did. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew all about this but didn’t say so. Mothers just know.” “I couldn’t say about that. I don’t know who my mother was.” “Adopted?” “Yes.” The monosyllable was bitten off in a way that made it plain, even to Jaysen, that further inquiry along those lines would not be welcome. So Jaysen asked another question. “So, what about Dean? Is he aware of it?” Joey smiled. “Oh, yes. He’s one of us too. His power is the same as mine.” “How on earth did you find another one? I’ve been trying, with no luck at all. I wouldn’t even dare try to get into a relationship with a guy who wasn’t one. Can you imagine if I lost it for a second and turned into a giant while I was fucking him?” “I can’t imagine personally, but I’m sure there’s a good porn movie in there somewhere.” They both laughed, and then Jaysen went on. “If you want to know, here’s something else I’ve never told anyone before, but anyone. This whole business, and this hidden power to change my shape, this is why I’ve gotten so much into the booze. I mean, it’s partly because what the fuck else is there to do when you can’t risk getting involved and don’t want to – and partly because being drunk and rude all the time is a great way to scare guys off.” Joey felt his heart going out to Jaysen. This guy had wasted some of the best years of his life in a bar, because he hadn’t been able to figure out any other way to play the weird hand that life had dealt him. Joey truly felt for Jaysen, because he could so easily have gone down the same road – and there’d been days when he’d really felt like he wanted to do it, too. But Jaysen was going on, in an unusually sincere and even humble tone of voice. “I never wanted to do anything to upset the apple cart for you two – I mean, it’s so easy to see that you and Dean are such a perfect hand-in-glove fit for each other. That’s why I was so surprised when you approached me in the dining room tonight. I don’t know if you can believe that or not, but I hope you can. I just kept staring at the two of you because both of you are so fucking spectacular, no matter how you’re dressed, and how could any gay guy resist? And, for what it’s worth, I never even guessed that Dean might be one of – well, one of us. How did you figure it out? What was your secret?” Joey got a troubled look on his face. The truth was that he didn’t know, even now, but he had a strong suspicion of why he had gotten the nerve to talk to Dean -- and he didn’t want to leave Jaysen feeling even more unloved and unwanted than he so plainly felt already. “Truth, Jaysen – I really don’t know. I hope I will some day, and when I do, I will tell you. Promise. But right now, I think I want to get Dean here with us. And that means I have to share another secret with you. I don’t know if I should or not, but here goes. We’re pretty sure it’s connected with all this shifting thing, but not for everyone. Dean and I can talk to each other in our thoughts. So I’m going to try to get hold of him now.” Jaysen stared, wide-eyed, but Joey ignored him. His face bore a look of intense concentration, but no other sign. Then Joey spoke again. “Good news, he just got home from his business trip. I’m going to go and get him now. Be right back.” He vanished, and after about 30 seconds he reappeared, holding a fully clothed Dean close to him. Dean was just asking, “How did you get him to spill the beans?” “Same way I did with you – the whole ‘I feel I can trust you’ thing. It still works like a charm.” Jaysen was putting two and two together. “So, you mean this whole dinner party and sex at my place was just a set-up?” He looked a little upset and affronted, but Joey hastened to reassure him. “A little, but not entirely. It’s been a lot more than just a set-up. I’ve definitely enjoyed getting to know you and find out more about you – and that’s all of you, Jaysen, not just your sweet ass.” Dean took a second look at Jaysen and began laughing. “Oops. Sorry, fellows, I think I’m a bit overdressed for this party.” Jaysen had slowly lost his angry look and now chuckled. “Well, Dean, there’s an easy solution to that problem.” As Dean was rapidly revising his dress code for the evening, Joey dived down onto Jaysen and began sucking his cock again. Jaysen moaned aloud, and then moaned again as he found Dean’s cock poking at his lips. He opened up and swallowed, taking Dean down his throat as Joey was deep-throating him. Joey had reached back with one hand and was playing with his ass, sliding a finger inside himself and working it in and out. Dean saw it, and asked, “Need some help there, Joey?” In no time, Dean had three fingers working on Joey’s hole, and he’d already guessed what Joey wanted. Sure enough, when his hole was nice and loose, Joey came off Jaysen’s cock, turned around, and sat down on it, facing Jaysen as he took Jaysen’s tool deep inside his body. Jaysen groaned, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” as Joey pushed down onto him, taking the whole shaft deep into his hole. Dean leaned in and began kissing Joey as Joey began riding the rigid dick inside him. Dean got down between Jaysen’s legs, licking at his balls and taint as Joey moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his shaft. He only backed off when Jaysen began actively thrusting up into Joey’s hole, forcing his cock deep inside Joey’s ass. “Oh, yeah, that’s it – fuck me hard!” Joey was plainly enjoying the experience of being Jaysen’s bottom boy. Dean was enjoying the show too, but he was getting a bit jealous of Joey, wanting to feel Jaysen’s cock inside himself. At last, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Quit hogging, Joey, let someone else have a turn.” Joey pulled off, and let Dean climb onto Jaysen’s now-dripping pole. Dean started sliding up and down, and then leant down, wrapped his arms around Jaysen’s shoulders, and rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Jaysen up on top and into position to fuck him hard and deep. Jaysen, for so many years the bottom’s bottom, was taking to this new experience like a duck to water. He planted his hands on either side of Dean’s head and started thrusting deep, hard, plowing Dean with a new kind of aggression that he’d never displayed before. The big moment of confession had set him free from his former submissive self, awakening an animal deep inside him that needed to fuck, to ream, to breed. Dean, as strange as it might seem, understood completely. This moment was like Jaysen’s personal declaration of independence, his assertion that he was a complete gay man and didn’t have to hide himself any longer, not from these two men who he’d suddenly discovered were actually his brothers in coping with their strange fortune. He was driving hard now, pounding deep into Dean, while Joey sat back and watched with awe, marvelling at this new and totally different Jaysen who had been revealed by his stratagem. When he could tell that Jaysen was getting close, Joey flung himself on the bed beside Dean, lifting his legs back over his shoulders, and snapped, “Breed both of us, Jaysen. Give each of us part of your load. Shoot some into Dean and pump the rest into me. Cum inside both of us. Now, Jaysen!” At that, Jaysen’s eyes rolled back, and he slammed hard into Dean, shooting several big blasts of seed into him. Then he yanked it out, pivoted quickly, and pushed it right into Joey -- missing only one shot on the way – and pumped the rest of his load into Joey’s ass. Joey reached out and grabbed Dean’s cock, and Dean grabbed his. After only a few strokes, each of them came as well, spurting their juices over each other’s hard-working hands. Later on, after they’d all recovered their breath, the three of them sat and talked well into the small hours of the morning. Dean was the most surprised by everything he’d heard and all that he’d learned. He was beginning to realize that he’d made a huge mistake in classing Jaysen as a typical lightweight spoiled-rotten rich kid, where the truth was, sadly, much more complex and painful. “Jaysen, I really owe you an apology. I’ve misjudged you very badly. And I’m sorry you’ve had such a struggle to come to terms with your power and trying to figure out how to live with it.” “It’s okay, Dean, no apologies needed – we’re even. After all, I had you tagged as being too damn stuck up for words – and that was dead wrong too. Truth is, we were both trying hard to protect ourselves from being found out. It wasn’t very sensible, but we both found a way that kept people at arms’ length.” Joey chuckled. “Neither of you are doing a very good job of that at the moment.” Jaysen went on. “What I’m curious about is how you two managed to connect.” Dean smiled. “Joey basically used the same approach on me as he did on you, but it wasn’t a set-up. He was feeling very much alone in the world, and desperately needed someone to confide in.” Joey picked up the thread. “Really, Jaysen, it was a kind of sixth-sense vibe I got that Dean would be a safe person to tell. And I was taking a huge chance, telling him. Fortunately, my sixth sense didn’t mislead me. And we’re actually a pretty good match – not just because we both have the same shifting power.” “A ‘pretty good match,’ Joey. Is that all?” “No, it’s not, Dean, and you know it’s not.” As some very loving kissing ensued, Jaysen snorted. “Get a room, you two!” That made all three of them laugh. By this time, Dean and Joey were both feeling very much more comfortable with Jaysen, and not just because they were lying naked in his bed after a wild fuck session. It was Joey who first floated the suggestion that maybe Jaysen could come out to their place some time and see what they’d been working on. It would explain for him how they had found him out, but also would show him that he was in reality a part of something much bigger than himself, or even than the three of them. Dean promptly invited Jaysen to come and stay for the coming weekend, and Jaysen eagerly accepted. After that, they all curled up together and fell asleep, only waking up when Dean’s phone rang just before ten o’clock in the morning. Dean saw his mother’s number and picked up. “Dean? Honey? Where are you? I need to talk to you in the worst way.”

If I could reinstate it, then it wouldn't really be deleted, would it? When people ask for their accounts to be deleted they expect it to be in a manner where it's actually deleted. The laws on this topic also expect that. And to be clear - the only time I delete accounts is when someone goes into Settings and requests account deletion. Which means either someone had access to your account and requested it without your knowledge. Or you were high/drunk when you requested it and forgot you had requested it. Accounts aren't deleted until at least 60 days after the request - so there's plenty of time in there where you could have forgotten if you were impared at the time you did the request. I can't help any of those scenarios. It's up to you to 1) secure your account, and 2) take responsibility for what you do - even if you're drunk or high when you do it.

I was being fucked mindlessly, with deep thrusts in and out of my hole, making sloppy noises from the cum filling my guts and leaking out. The dick was feeling thicker than most of the dicks I had taken earlier that day, and despite my ass being looser than usual because of all the previous fucking, I could definitely feel every thrust. “Good little whore” and other encouraging words were being whispered in my ear as the cum was being churned deeper into my ass. My hole was aching, it was burning, probably from getting fucked for hours without lube I thought. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable, I started squirming around, trying to move my ass away from that dick, but my hands were still held firmly above my head and the body on top of me prevented me from escaping. “Nope, you’re not going anywhere, my dick will stay in your hole” I heard. “I feel weird, it burns” I finally managed to say. “It will feel great quickly boy, I just pushed a little something extra into your hole with my dick”. He was right, and after just a few seconds after he said that, I felt another rush of heat, a different one I had felt so far. I was so wet from sweat it was feeling like I had just gotten out of the shower. I probably showed a smirk as I heard “There, see.” while he was slowly fucking me. The pace picked up. “Now with serious things.”

I didn’t know how long I had been there for. I had lost count of the number of guys who had fucked and bred me. It might have been a lot or maybe just a few. I was exhausted, I was still sweating profusely, feeling hot as fuck. The sheet covering the mattress was drenched in sweat and cum. A bottle of poppers which had not been closed tightly enough was soaking the pillow, diffusing the strong scent across the small room. The place was reeking of man sweat, and I finally noticed the smell was coming from me. My ass had been empty for maybe a few minutes and I thought it was over. I was still blindfolded and couldn’t see if my room was empty or not. My senses were all messed up. My mouth was dry. I needed some air and water. I moved to get up with difficulty, but I was immediately pushed back down by a firm hand on my chest. “I’m not done with you, boy. It’s my turn” a deep voice said. I was out of breath, with my head buzzing, and couldn’t even form a sentence to answer. “I gave your ass to all those guys, you don’t think I deserve a go?”. “Yes” I managed to say. Fingers were inside my hole. “Look at this, you’re dripping cum” as cummy fingers were being pushed into my mouth. “Lick” I was ordered. As I was obeying, I felt a dick entering my ass again. “So good! No need for lube, sliding right in”. I could feel a breath in my neck, some chest fur rubbing on my body. I was feeling a heavy body weighing on mine, fit but not muscular. My hands were held firmly above my head by a strong grip. The breathing was now close to my ear. “I loved watching you taking loads after loads, like the good slut you are” was whispered in my ear. “I love stupid boys like you. You took whatever I gave you, you took all the loads I told you to take, no questions”. “Now you’ll have to face the consequences.”

Love being choked while fucked raw. Use a rope or belt or plastic bag or a combination. Taje it as far as you want!

Chicago—April, 2022 Zane, my favorite Chicago scent pig, had been out of commission for a couple of months with some medical issues. To celebrate his return to sex, the three housemates threw another of their incredible house parties. The last one, in August, they really had to work to get guys to attend. This time, their entire mailing list of former attendees wanted to play. So many people RSVP-ed, the hosts were concerned about the number of men in the old Victorian at one time. I arrived early. I took the rimseat. All the prep of laying things out, furniture covers, etc had been done for the basement and all three upper floors of the house. So I chatted with the two guys I don’t know as well for a bit, with Zane for a little bit more and then went up to the third floor to nap until the start time. I knew it would be a late night and I had started the day at an ungodly hour… An Hour and a Half to Start Time I am lying on the only bed on the top floor. There is a sling here, too. The lights have a rheostat and are dimmed low and rather red. Zane has been up here fiddling with coordinating the house music off his computer. But he’s gone now. I am floating on that edge of being awake and fully going under. I have taken my boots off and unbuttoned my jeans. Maybe I drift away—for the next thing I know, Zane’s fragrant pit is covering my nose and mouth. I lick it, automatically, before I’m fully awake. He is straddling my chest—leaning forward, reveling in how my tongue is cleaning him. He moves, so we are mouth to mouth. He whimpers as he tastes himself on my tongue. His cock, under a bathrobe, grinds into my cock mound, only half hidden by my open Levi’s. The kiss goes on for a long time. I break it to sample his other pit. He has been in the shower, but I am still getting the essence of Zane on my tongue. We kiss again. Slow and deep. Zane breaks it this time as he unbuttons my shirt. He opens it—and leans in. He takes a deep breath. A long sigh—and his tongue begins to work. He laps at my right pit quite happily. “Kiss me.” He complies. It’s another long, deep kiss that makes my cock mound in my underwear. Zane reaches back and feels my hardening dick. “Let me say hello…” He moves down so he is sitting on my legs. He carefully takes my cock out of my black underwear. The head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. His tongue is busy, deep in my piss slit. I squirm and he is suddenly chuckling. He comes up and kisses me again. “I want to sit on that so bad—but I need to do another round in the shower.” Another kiss—a peck good bye—and he stands up and leaves. I close my eyes again, my cock hanging out… * I think I sleep. At least for a moment. My phone alarm goes off, telling me it’s time to change into what I’m wearing for the party. I go down a flight. I am spending the night in the guest room. I strip and do a quick shower. It’s a cool April night and I know the basement can be cold—so I opt for wearing my chaps. I add a wrist cuff and leave the harness in my bag. I stow all my clothes in the closet. I can hear the first guests arriving. Hour One I go down the stairs to the main floor. There are men everywhere in states of undress. Some are completely naked, but most sport a jock, a singlet, underwear or some piece of fetish attire. I find a bottle of water and take a look around. I am definitely among the eldest of the men. I recognize a couple from the piss party who are around my age. We chat for a bit. A guy in his early 40’s parades in front of us. He’s blond, with a reddish beard and a tight compact body. He is in a leather jock and harness. He looks at me, nods and goes around the corner to descend to the basement. I excuse myself to the couple—who tell me to use him hard—and I go down the stairs. The basement is dominated by a large double bed in the middle of the floor. There is a sling on either side—both affixed from the rafters. There is a twin mattress and a couch as other potential play areas. At this moment, we are alone. “Sir…” “Boy…” “I like your chaps.” I thank him. His eyes are all over my bulge. “I bet you like this more…” My hand cups my dick, growing under the stained fabric. “Yes, Sir.” “Show me.” I point to the floor in front of me. He kneels. I pull his face into the jock pouch. He does a quick intake of breath and lets it out slowly. I let go. He takes my cock out, looking at it, up and down, before it goes in his mouth. He tries for a deep throat and gags on it. The sound excites him. He tries again and this time takes me to the hilt. He pulls off me, with a sigh and begins sucking and licking the head. I am looking over his shoulder at a two tight, hairy ass cheeks. I let him get my cock good and wet before I tell him to kneel on the big bed in the middle of the room. I kneel and look at his twin mounds. They are covered in that light blond hair you can only see up close. I dive into his ass crack, spearing his pucker. It gives way to me easily. “I want your cock in me, Sir. And your load.” I actually laugh at him—here we are the very first people to be playing, at a party that will last hours. “Eventually,” he adds, rather sheepishly. I drill into him, my tongue leaving behind trails of spittle. I grease my dick with the merest gloss of lube. I stand and insert. He takes me like a pro. He sighs and tells me to fuck him as hard as I want. I start the thrusts. Slow. Deliberate. I slowly quicken the pace. He yelps. His arm flails out to grab one of the pillows on the bed. He bites into it—and grunts out a litany of garbled fuck talk. Hearing him makes me fuck him harder. I slap his ass—the sound bouncing around the basement. I stop fucking abruptly and pull out. He spins around and cleans my cock. He pulls off it, eyes shining and murmurs “Thank you, Sir” before he starts licking my balls… There are many moods and scenes from the house party. I am in a very busy time frame in my regular life—but I will try to publish one daily. There were over 90 people there—and, no, I didn’t play with them all. But I did more than my share… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Hour by Hour--Fuck Party at Zane's (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 5, 2022

Hard and dripping

I get hard during foreplay (or before); I'm rock hard as he enters my tight hole and I love to cum at the same time my Top does, or after, while he pushing his sperm deeply into me.

I hope you like this installment Amy, from the doorway, let out a catcall. Cody tried to jump up, but with Andy laying on top of him made it difficult. Cody was leaking cum from his well fucked ass. “Don’t let me interrupt, it looks like you're having more fun with my brother and my ex than you ever did with me.” Amy cajoled him, With that i felt Cody’s cock get hard again and poke at my ass. I guided it back into me and Andy slipped his into Cody. We were back into a hot 3way fuck again, and Amy disapeared from the room. By the end of the night, I fucked Cody once and Andy bred him twice more. Amy watched for a while, but left to go look for more prey. Andy was laying on his back while Cody rode him and I stood on the bed and fed Cody my cock. Andy pulled out some poppers and took a huge sniff and then handed them to Cody who expertly took a giant drag on them. Andy reached up pulled Cody back exposing Cody’s ass with Andy’s cock still firmly in place. Andy instructed me to add mine. Cody fought a little, but Andy held the poppers to his nose. It was tight, but the more he sniffed those poppers the more he opened up and soon we had both of our cocks in Cody. Andy whispered into his ear, “We took your mouth, we took your ass and you are taking our gift.” “We are going to knock you up, take our gift and then go out and pread it around to whoever you like” Cody just moaned in agreement. I am not sure he understood what the ‘gift’ he was getting. But he certainly went from straight to gay pretty damn fast. After that night with Cody. I woke up chilled to the bone and sweating profusely. I called Amy and Andy and they both rushed over to take care of me. Andy told me I was converting. They both stayed with me for a few days and even Cody came by to see what he was in for in a couple of weeks. I guess Amy took him aside and told him what the gift was. I guess he had been working his way through his closeted homophobe gym buddies one-by-one. (Maybe more on his adventures later). While he was there he coaxed me into a blowjob which led to him fucking me. I was in no condition to say no. Hell, even Andy took advantage of me in my weakened state fucking my ass several times a day. Of course, I sucked them clean when I was done. Fast Forward a few weeks Cody came down with the “flu”, and we all took advantage of him and surprisingly a lot of the gym studs did too. I guess when Cody decided he was going to get anyone that showed interest in him. He was the manager of the local chain gym that caters to the MILFs, guys with dad-bods and college jocks trying to hold onto their prime. He gave me and Andy free memberships. Within a week, we had scoped out about 10 guys we wanted to add to our little club from some hot dads to the college jocks. Amy had some MILFs picked out but that is another story in another forum. So Andy being the aggressor picked his first target. Jake a 35 year old, college QB who added about 30lbs since college and was now struggling to get it off. His wife no longer interested in sex. He hit on anything with a pulse. He even flirted with Andy and I knowing we were “friendly” having caught me sucking Andy in the shower. All part of Andy’s plan to get Jake comfortable with the idea of guys sucking. Andy figured if he did not report us to Cody. He was cool with it and maybe even down with it. Sone we learned his gym schedule. He would be there until close on Friday nights. So, we made a deal with Cody for his first conversion to do it at the gym. He was all for it. We all toiled away at the weights and cardio making small talk about this and that. Jake avoiding eye-contact with Andy and I as much as possible. Cody locked up for the night and told Jake that he, Amy, Andy and I were going to hang out and hit the sauna and hot tub that was for the exclusive members and drink some beers and he was welcome to stay. He tried to say he had no swim trunks and Cody assured him that we were all friends and he would not need them, and with that Amy flashed him her boobs as enticement. He was all-in. We all stripped down in the locker room with Andy fluffing his 8inch cock, Cody pumping his seven and me with my six gun leaving Jake with a 10 inch python. No wonder his wife had lost interest. He probably wrecked her everytime he fucked her. Cody grabbed us all a beer and we eased into the whirlpool with Amy sitting next to Jake and Andy next to her then Cody and I close-by. Jake was looking relaxed, but I could tell something was going on underneath the bubbles. Jake looked over at Amy, she just smiled and slipped out of the water. It was then that he realized the hand on his cock was Andy’s, but he did not fight it. His eyes rolled back into his head. Andy had magic hands. Cody convinced him to sit up on the edge of the pool and Jake did. Cody swallowed his cock as far as he could. Andy sucked on his large nuts and I kissed and licked his nipples. Amy, her job was done, She just watched from the corner. Cody slowly let his fingers swirl around Jake’s rosebud of a virgin ass. The 4 of us spilled out of the whirlpool and into the sauna. Where I got behind Cody and started to eat his ass. Cody was now throating Jake’s over-sized cock. Andy moved me out of the way and spit-roasted Cody for Jake to see. Jake was enjoying his blowjob, but wanted to fuck. Andy pumped into Cody for a good 5 minutes when Jake asked if he could fuck Cody. Andy nodded yes, but not before pumping a toxic load into Cody. Cody had Jake lay down on one of the benches then he straddled him and lowered himself down on Jake’s massive tool. I could see Andy’s load dribble down Jake’s member. They were a little awkward in getting their rhythm, but son Jake was slamming his 10 inch pole into Cody’s eager ass. I did my best to eat Jake’s virgin untainted hole, but I was able to get a finger in him and help him cum a little quicker. HE was totally flush from the fuck and the hear of the sauna. So, we scampered into the group showers. Where I got a chance to lick JAke clean and eat his ass a little more. I opened him up for Andy. I got Jake hard again. He was lost in lust. His dick seeing the first action in months. He didn’t care if it was from a man or not. What he was not ready for was Andy's big 8 inch prick up his virgin ass. Andy with my help slipped his cock between Jake’s ass cheeks, and slipped some poppers under his nose not giving him a choice but to inhale deep with the help of lube and spit Andy was able to wedge his thick cock into the former college qb’s virgin ass. Jake’s eye show wide-open, his mouth agape. I just had to kiss him. He was not repulsed. He even allowed my tongue to explore his mouth while Andy fucked his all too willing ass. Cody lined his cock up with my hole and easily slid into my well deflowered cunt. Andy and Cody both took their time to brutally fuck us both in the group shower. Andy had both hands on Jake’s shoulders as he railed his now all too willing ass. While cody hate fucked my hole. I begged for his poz cum. As Andy impregnated the fertile field of Jake’s ass. Before it was all said and done, Jake fucked both Cody and I, Andy and Cody fucked JAke twice each, and i got to clean them all up. Within a month or so, more than half of the gym studs were poz and some of the MILFs were as well Amy and Andy had sites on a bigger prey I hope you all like this one. It felt forced Sorry Joey

David and I had been in a relationship for three and a half years before Patrick moved in with us. While we bareback each other since that how we prefer sex, we are also open, so we play safe with other guys. I am generally the bottom and David the top. Through experimentation we found that switching roles just did not work out best between us. We have had several three-ways and have also had some slight participation in group sex, but again just didn’t work out very well. With this background in mind, on to the main story. David noticed an ad on Craigslist posted by a guy looking to rent a room. As we had one available, and didn't mind the prospects of some additional income, we responded and eventually Patrick moved in. Patrick was a fairly good looking man, but honestly not overly attractive. He had a great face, a great body, a great ass, and a great package, but he definitely wasn’t a pretty boy and he also wasn’t a chiseled Adonis. He was a man the way men should be. He and David immediately hit it off, becoming fast friends. Patrick and I, on the other hand, did not. The relationship between Patrick and me consisted of exchanging pleasantries and awkward smiles with idle chit chat. Still I found myself wanting to fuck him. A few weeks after Patrick had moved in I was in the laundry room folding laundry when they came in and sat down in the living room and started talking. The laundry room is off the living room so I could hear everything they said. It was during this conversation that Patrick revealed to David that he was HIV positive. He also mentioned that he would rather David not tell me. Why? Who knows, only Patrick does. But now I was stuck, I had folded the laundry and needed to leave but didn’t want them to know I had overheard because Patrick didn’t want me to know. Then I noticed a set of earbuds in the trashcan that I had discarded since I had accidentally washed them and, of course, they no longer worked. I pulled them from the trash, plugged them into my phone and pretended to be listening to music when I opened the laundry door. I smiled when I saw them, pretending to have no idea they had come in. As I pulled the earbuds from my ears I glanced at Patrick's crotch and thought to myself Good Lord! He was sitting there legs spread and right in the middle of his crotch, under the zipper of those oh-so-tight jeans was a huge mound of bulging meat that could make a straight man's mouth water. I snapped my head away and made small talk with David and Patrick, but mostly with David, until I could finally make my get away to the bedroom. Months later, as summer progressed, the southern heat was turned on HIGH and so was David. Now, David has got a good supply of dick: he’s seven inches long and five inches thick. I like to think that as a bottom I’d be able to take the marathon fantasy of a dozen well hung fantasy studs, but to be real, (1) it is not likely to happen and, (2), it ain’t ever gonna happen. But after three weeks of nightly two hour sessions I desperately needed a night off. I expressed this to David and he was more than accommodating, saying I'd have a two-day break in sex, and on the third night we’d have 'special' night. Which brought us to the night in question. We went to an early movie then had a nice dinner out, and met with a few friends after dinner for a few drinks before heading home. I had a few drinks, David had none which was fortunate because he was driving. It was also fortunate because while he was drove I intended to suck his cock. He pulled out of the drive and I undid my buckle and slid my seat all the way back. As our car didn't have a center console, I knelt on the floor, raised his armrest, and went for his crotch. Commando for a reason boys, I’m just saying. I had his fly down and cock out in no time at all, and in even less time had it in my mouth. Now, my deep-throating capabilities are great, and, since there was a fair amount of room to maneuver since there wasn't a console, still it wasn't the best position to perform in. Even so, I love sucking cock. I love having a guy's flaccid cock in my mouth and feeling it stiffen-up as I nurse it, and with David it didn’t take long before I had to bob up and down a bit, enjoying the taste of his cock as my tongue slid up and down the shaft. I love the challenge of getting a cock as far down my throat as is possible, and I also the taste of precum mixing with my spit. What more can I say? I love the taste of cock, especially David's cock. It was a twenty minute drive from the restaurant to the house, and during the entire trip his cock never left my mouth. When we arrived at the house, David put the SUV in park and I made sure to that his cock was a dry as it could be before tucking it back inside his pants, thinking to myself that I couldn’t wait to get back inside and finish working out that load. We walked through the front door and there on the side table was a plain white box. “Patrick left us some special brownies,” David said with a grin, adding "he’ll be back later.” “Well then. We better get started.”

Chapter 7 Dad had Grant pass him the pipe and torch. As he turned to me, I lifted myself up into a seated position. He lit the pipe before putting it to my mouth and said, "You guys wanna watch me get my son high again?" "How high you wanna get your boy?" It was the new guy with the massive cock. "Doesnt take much. This being his first night of partying and all." Dad pulled the pipe from my mouth and I held the hit before letting it go. "Damn that is a fucked up thing for a dad to do to his son." "Yeah? Is that why your cock is that hard?" Dad gave me another hit. "Fuck yeah. I want to see you tear apart your sons innocence." "Yeah? You want me to corrupt him more and more with every hit?" What was I hearing? Was dad just playing along or did he mean this? Was he playing a monster or was he actually one? As I let go of the second hit, I only cared that these men in the room were all hot and they were looking at and talking about me. I didnt care how fucked up this was. I cared that I was getting the attention from hot guys I only thought I would ever be able to fantasize about. Dad gave me one last hit from the pipe. "Fuck yeah and I wanna watch and maybe even join." At that last word, dad turned to him. "Whats your name? Im Paul and my son is Cooper." As if on cue, I let out a huge cloud and waved at him. "Luke. What about you guys?" "Grant." "Dominic." "Good to meet all of you.It turns out we all had a purpose tonight in coming here. We are all going to be part of my sons experience of losing his virginity. Isnt that right son?" "Dad?" Something in my head was forcing itself to be spoken. "Yeah son?" He looked genuinely concerned. "Isnt this incest? Are we committing incest?" I was on the bed on my back and stroking my hard and throbbing cock as I asked. Even as I said it I wasnt sure what I was seeking in an answer. The word came to mind as something I had heard before as criminal and so wrong that it was done by people who were messed up in some way. But in this room with these guys, saying the word aloud made that [banned word] very real. And extremely hot. "Yes son. This is incest because we are related by blood. I made you son. So yes. If that means you want to stop, I understand. Maybe its too much too soon for you." I didnt really understand what dad was saying. Was he giving me an out because he wanted an out? The sensation in my cock was so strong it was incredibly distracting. "Dad no. I want that." There was a shift in the three men watching this interaction and witnessing what was the most intimate conversation I had ever had with dad. Almost like their breathing sped up slightly. "What do you want son?" My mind raced a little. My cock was throbbing in my hand and I wanted to give dad the answer he wanted to hear. I know what I would have said in any other situation on any other day. But the last three hits from the pipe changed that. "I want you dad. Incest. I know its twisted and I never thought about this before tonight but I want you dad. Do you want me dad?" I paused and took a quick glance at the other three men. "Do you want your son? Do you want to molest your son?" I noticed now looking at dad and seeing the other men in my peripheral vision in this small room that all of us were stroking our cocks. I looked up to dads face and his expression was a mix of so many others that I had seen tonight. There was that lust and something conflicted and yet also something maybe even sinister. But there was also what I realized later was deep love. I also couldnt help noticing that his cock was leaking. "Oh yes son. It is twisted". He bent down to kiss me again and I could feel his weight shift on top of me again. "That might be why I want it" he said as he pulled out of the kiss. That was for our audience. I knew that because he put his mouth to my ear and whispered everything right after very softly: "I love you so much son and I want to make love to you. I want to show you how much I love you Coop." I tightened my arms and legs around him and moaned into another kiss, our mouths opening as much as was possible. I could hear the guys saying something to each other or groaning at the sight of us. Finally dad pulled up and whispered into my ear, "You can bet your dad is about to molest you son." My eyes shot open again hearing that and I almost came. Somehow we were both getting off on how fucked up this all was. Instead of turning away from it, we were wanting it more. Dad lifted himself back up to a sitting position. "How are you feeling son? You want another hit from the pipe?" "Ok." Grant handed dad the pipe and torch again and the guys watched as dad and I both took two more hits. I didnt know what flying was before that night but I knew dad was getting me there now. I was tingling everywhere and any touch that was pleasurable before was a hundred times more so now. And it made my brain focused on seeking that pleasure as its only goal. Dad passed the pipe and torch back to Grant and said, "Now you guys just go ahead and pass this around. We shouldnt be the only ones partying." There was no argument there as they began to take hits and then pass it around. Dad turned back to me and lifted my legs placing them on his shoulders. He crouched down first and I felt his tongue at my hole again, the sensation as electric as the first time. My back arched as I moaned out "Daaaaaaad yes." The men reacted and when I turned to look at them I could see how horny they were watching us and anticipating while getting themselves high too. Dad didnt spend as much time eating my hole as he did before. He propped himself back up and held my legs up against him. "You ready son?" He didnt have to say for what. I nodded. "You guys ready? We are all about to cross a line. Are you all ok watching me take the virginity of my teenage son?" I looked at the guys and I could see how getting high was hitting them. I noticed Dominic's eyes widen when dad said I was a teenager as he was hitting the pipe. His long cock flexed up and I noticed a thread of precum beginning to go from his head down towards the floor. What turned my attention back to dad was the feeling of thick flesh at my hole. I knew he was big but I could feel how massive dads cock was and how small and tight my hole was. "Deep breaths ok?" I nodded. I wanted this but I was still nervous. I began to feel some pressure that became more insistent. I just looked in dads eyes and tried to focus on my breathing. He began pushing even harder but my hole was a fortress. Dad pulled back and then tried again. What if this couldnt happen? What if we couldnt make it work? Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Luke crouch down. It caught dads attention too and he stopped pushing again as his concentration broke. We both looked over. At first it looked like he was retying his shoes but when he stood back up he had a small bottle in his hand that had been clipped to his shoelace. He showed it to my dad and me but I had no idea what it was. Dad seemed to know though. "Aw fuck yeah nice." Luke didnt hand the bottle to dad though. He came over right to the bedside and kneeled on the floor so he was more level with me. He shook the bottle and looked up at dad. "You want me to?" Dad just nodded. Luke turned to me. "Prop yourself up a little bit." I did as he told and put myself on my elbows. "Good. Now Im going to put this up to your nose and I want you to inhale as long as I leave it there ok? Then I want you to hold your breath until I say you can let it go." I nodded. I didnt know what this was or why we were doing this now but dad had approved so I went with it. Luke put the bottle up to my nostril and held my other closed. I breathed in the fumes and took a hit that I later found out was much longer than most people would take for their first time. When he took the bottle away he lowered me back down fully and replaced the cap. "Hold it. Keep holding it." And then he came closer to whisper in my ear. "I am getting you even higher and you are going to be craving all our cocks in no time." I looked into his eyes and I saw up close how hot this man was. There was a stinging in my nose. It was an unnatural chemical kind of smell that I suddenly began to feel expand into my lungs. "Now let it go." I breathed out and the effect hit me immediately. Warmth flowed all through my body and I couldnt control my response to it as I writhed around with my hands feeling all over my chest my abs and my cock. Luke wouldnt let me stop there. He pulled me back up even though I was totally unfocused and then placed the bottle at the other nostril. I breathed in again for a big hit. This time near the end of the hit I felt dad reposition himself and the head of his cock was back at my hole. Luke pushed me back down on my back and said again, "Hold it. Don't let it go." He looked up at dad. "I have more stuff in my room that i can get for us too." Dad smiled at Luke but didnt respond. I could feel the hit working through me and I closed my eyes to try to control myself. Luke made me hold this one in longer and opened my eyes and looked to see why he was waiting so long. He finally nodded and the hit had me arching my back as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. And then suddenly without warning the head of dads cock popped inside me. The sensation took me out of my trance as my eyes went wide and I looked up. There was pain and electricity in the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. My hands instinctively pushed at dads knees which straddled my ass. But dad held and didnt move. He didnt pull out or push any further in. "I'm inside you son."

LOVE kissing. It just heightens all the passion feelers, especially with my arms and legs wrapped around my fucker.

Author note: Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with this chapter so I rewrote it a few times. It's also long so I broke it into 3 parts. Chris, Part 1 Matt met Chris on AOL. Chris was a law student living about 100 miles away. Chris was really hot – 5’7”, muscular, small waist, and smart – worked out all the time. Matt was amazed that Chris was interested in him. Matt was typing away in their chat, flirting, and trying to get Chris to send pics. Chris refused to send any x pics, but said he would chat with Matt on cam. Matt did not have a webcam. He thought they were expensive. More than that, Matt knew he would really get into the cyber sex he was having if he was showing off. After all, while Matt had self-confidence issues, he knew he was a sexy, young twink that got fucked regularly. Matt knew he would want to show guys his ass as he begged then to fuck him in cyber sex sessions. Matt was afraid it would go that far. He didn’t want those videos getting around. Chris and Matt kept chatting. Matt found himself disappointed when Chris was not online at night. Chris was a law student. Matt knew he read and studied a lot. More disappointing was that Chris didn’t want to have cyber sex with Matt. But he lived almost 90 minutes away. Matt didn’t want to travel 90 minutes to see Chris after work and then 90 minutes to come home. Chris popped on one night and while they chatted, Chris turned on his cam. Matt could see Chris. He looked a bit nerdier than Matt expected and had a small stutter, but Chris was so sexy. Chris was shirtless during their chat. Matt’s cock got hard. He thought Chris might show off for him. Instead, Chris said he wanted Matt’s address so he could send him a gift – a webcam – so they could chat. Matt agreed and, against his better judgment, gave this relative stranger his address. Matt was nervous for a few days, half expecting a murderer or rapist to show up. Instead, the webcam showed up and Matt hooked it up to his computer. Matt sent Chris an email saying he received it and had set it up. Chris said he wanted to chat that night at 11pm. It was 7pm so Matt went for a run and was home by 8pm. Matt was horny. He got online and started a sexy cyber sex session with a guy – Matt was stripped down to only his briefs. He slipped them off when he was chatting with the dude. Matt was quickly riding the guy’s dick in their chat and the guy was saying he was close to cumming. Matt typed “cum in my ass” to the guy. Just then a screen from Chris popped up and Matt opened it and without knowing he was opening his camera – Chris’s face popped up. Matt also saw his own screen slightly smaller showing his naked body. Matt quickly turned his chair away. He was so embarrassed that Chris had seen him naked. Chris laughed and said, “Guess I caught you by surprise. Sorry I am early. I was excited to see you online.” Matt said hi and apologized. Chris convinced Matt to turn around to let him see again. Chris showed Matt his fat, short cock in return. Matt said, “I want you to fuck me.” Chris said, “Come visit and I will.” Matt stroked his cock and said, “I will this weekend if you want.” Chris said, “Bring condoms and lube because I’ll be fucking your sexy ass so much that we are going to need them.” Matt jokingly said, “Don’t you have any?” Chris responded, “I do but you are so sexy we are going to run out.” Matt said, “What’ll we do if we run out?” Chris said, “Guess we will find out.” Matt and Chris laughed and flirted for another 20 minutes. The boys made plans to see each other that weekend. Matt was in the car headed to Chris on Friday evening. He arrived in time for dinner. He rang the doorbell in a tight t-shirt, tight jeans, and a baseball cap. A guy answered the door who was not Chris. Matt was surprised. The guy introduced himself as Chris’ roommate. He was tall, handsome, dark curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a sexy athletic body. From behind the sexy guy, Chris bounded toward Matt and the door. Chris said, “I’m glad you came.” Chris pulled Matt into a hug. Matt enjoyed feeling the shorter, muscular body against him. Chris and Matt had dinner, returned to the apartment, watched a movie with the roommate and then went to bed. Matt showered and then Chris showered. Matt was in his briefs when Chris came to bed. Matt and Chris talked awkwardly as Chris turned out the lights and Chris got in bed naked. Chris and Matt kissed and then Matt felt Chris’ hands pulling his briefs off. Chris got on top of Matt and kept kissing him. Their bodies pressed together as Chris pressed his hard cock into Matt’s cock and rubbed them together. They rolled around and made out. Then Matt grabbed Chris’ cock and stroked it. Matt went down on it and sucked Chris. Chris leaned back and let Matt work his cock with his mouth. Chris moaned as Matt worked his cock. Chris wanted to work Matt’s ass so Matt and Chris worked into an awkward 69 and Chris started eating Matt’s hole. Matt and Chris kept this up until Chris had pushed Matt too far from his cock. Chris was now fingering and tongue fucking Matt’s ass expertly – far better than this shy guy should know how to do. Matt was in awe of how good this felt. Matt told Chris that he was making him feel amazing. Chris flipped Matt onto his back, head on the pillows, lifted Matt’s legs and dove back into his hole. Matt gasped. He was getting so wet and felt so open with his legs spread wide. Matt obliged Chris by holding his legs open in a wide V. Chris said, “Just like that. Let me inside you.” Chris kept eating Matt’s hole and then would finger him some more. Alternating his tongue and fingers, Chris had Matt open so he was taking 4 fingers. Matt felt full with the fingers, then empty when they were withdrawn, then wet and moaning when the tongue was re-inserted. Matt was sure he was wide open now. Chris came up and kissed Matt. Matt’s legs were still spread. Matt felt Chris strong back. It felt so good. Matt’s tall, slim, runner’s frame felt engulfed by Chris’ muscular body. Matt and Chris were intensely making out. Chris hard cock was pressed on Matt’s ass. Matt knew it was there. Matt adjusted slightly, hoping the cock would slide in him. Then, just at it had with “geek-chic” the first night Matt had taken it bareback, Chris bare cock slipped in Matt’s unprotected ass. Matt moaned and grabbed Chris’ muscular ass pulling him inside deeper. Chris pushed his cock all the way inside Matt. Chris moaned, “Fuck. Should I pull out? I’m not wearing a condom.” Matt said, “Not unless you want to.” Chris proceeded to fuck Matt for a few minutes and then said, “I’m cumming in you.” Chris rolled off Matt and said, “That was great.” Chris then sucked Matt off, didn’t swallow, and the boys fell asleep.

The Sexy Hipster, part 2 Matt and John meet up a couple times over the next couple weeks – mostly fucking but also going out for dinner and drinks. Matt and John fuck bareback each time. John loves it when Matt rides his cock facing him. John loves getting Matt so horny that he will drop his pants and ride him. John got Matt to ride his cock in the bathroom at a bar they went to and also on his back stairs one night. Matt loves riding John’s girthy cock. Matt likes that John knows he is slutty and likes it. One night, Matt and John get invited to a party by some of their bar friends. The boys don’t know them well and the guys throwing the party are those older guys that hang around twink bars. Matt and John discuss it and decide to go because it is a party weekend. There is a street festival to celebrate Spring. The City closes off a couple blocks downtown for a street fair one day, a 10k race another day, and then a small parade. It’s a fun weekend. Matt’s second of these festival weekends since college ended. John likes them too. The party is going to be a couple doors off the main festival area and that’s the main reason Matt and John decide to go – easy access to a bathroom and cocktails. Matt is especially leery of one of the party hosts because he is always trying to fuck Matt. He’s older and not very fit. A couple times Matt has been lonely and almost given in to this guy’s advances. But, Matt is with John now, so it’ll be fine. It is Spring, but it’s hot out. Matt and John are in shorts and tight tee shirts on Friday night after work as they explore the street fair. It’s fun and they see their friends on the street. The boys are all looking good and joking around. They head over to the party they’ve been invited to – all in a pack. The guys bring booze with them from a liquor store on the way. When they arrive, the party is pretty tame – mostly older guys hanging out drinking, decent music, etc. Everyone gets cocktails and is hanging out. The boys find the back fire escape/deck overlooks the festival. The twink pack sees some friends and the host tells them to invite the boys in. Soon the party is roaring with twinks, jocks, twunks, hunks, and the hosts and their friends. Everyone is having a great time. Matt is running the 10k in the morning so he is not drinking much. He is mainly watching everyone have fun, including John who is consistently playing with Matt’s amazing ass. Around 10pm, Matt tells John he has to go home if he is going to run the race the next day. John and Matt leave their friends at what is proving to be an epic party. Matt and John are both disappointed to leave the party and their friends. John fucks Matt twice that night. John also fucks Matt the next morning before he runs the race. John cums in Matt’s ass. Matt just has time to get his clothes on before he leaves for the race. Matt imagines that John’s cum is running down his legs as he is running the race. He knows it is just sweat, but Matt is really turned on by it. Matt sees John and some friends after the race and they have a beer and a banana waiting for Matt. Matt grabs another banana and a granola bar from the race tent to eat so he doesn’t get drunk before noon. Matt is in his race shirt and short running shorts. He looks hot and he knows it. John and the guys are heading over to the party house again for brunch/lunch and booze. Matt wants to shower and clean out before he heads to the party. As the boys part ways, John tells Matt to wear the running shorts and a tank top because he wants to fuck him a lot today – easy access. Matt laughs, but he is so turned on by John that he agrees. Matt goes home, showers, cleans out, and then chooses a looser tank top with long arm holes and puts his shortest, most threadbare running shorts on (ones he has had since high school) that barely cover his ass, and some flip flops. He looks in the mirror and knows he looks like a slut. Matt doesn’t care though because this is the look John wants. Matt arrives at the party. The host opens the door and whistles at Matt. It’s the guy who is always trying to fuck him. Matt blushes and says hi, asks if John is there, and the host guides him to the kitchen where John sees Matt and smiles big. The host slaps Matt’s ass and says go get him. John pulls Matt aside and says how sexy he looks. John kisses Matt. A few minutes later, John’s cock is inside Matt in the one of the bedrooms filling Matt with cum. John pulls out and says, “fuck you are so sexy.” Matt pulls his shorts up and the boys go get drinks. There is some food, but not enough since Matt ran a race that day. Matt is getting pretty tipsy and John is too. John fucks Matt in the bathroom around 3pm, cumming in his ass again and telling Matt how sexy he looks. The party has thinned out a bit as the boys are starting to go other places, explore the street festival, and go to dinner. It’s also getting a bit sleazier as the older guys now have a camera out and are taking pictures of the twinks in various states of undress. Matt and John are a little taken aback, but they are with each other, and at least the booze here is free. Matt and John go out on the deck to watch the festival and keep drinking. They are having a good time. Later Matt finds himself pressed in a corner, partially visible to other guys on the deck and maybe on the street, but not really caring who sees it as John fucks him again as the sun sets. Matt has not cum yet. John has cum in him 4 times already today. He is so horny as John pulls out of him again. He can feel John’s loads running out of his ass. Then he hears the camera taking photos of John’s dick pulling away and Matt’s ass. Matt pulls up his shorts and says, “what the fuck man?” to the host who is taking his photo. The host says, “Don’t worry. I didn’t shoot your face, just the really hot action. You guys are really sexy.” Matt and John are angry at the host, but he swears no face is in the photos. The host takes them inside, plugs the camera into the computer, and shows Matt and John that none of the photos show their faces. The boys relax a bit. The host takes them in to the kitchen and they all do shots. The boys are relaxing now in the darkened living room with the hosts, almost everyone else left the party for the bars by now, but John and Matt are still there with about a dozen other people. The host starts saying how hot it is when John and Matt fucked earlier and how sexy the pics are. John starts playing with Matt’s nipple under his shirt, Matt and John start kissing, Matt’s shirt comes off, and John and Matt are making out heavily on the couch now. The other two guys who were sitting on the couch are now up and watching, Matt can hear the camera clicks. John pulls Matt’s shorts off as they make out. Matt is naked now as John is on top of him. Everyone in the room can see Matt’s naked torso and legs as they are wrapped around John. They can also see the naked side of Matt’s ass. Matt is so horny. He has not cum yet and needs to cum. His cock is rock solid. John sits upright, opens his shorts, pushes his shorts and boxer briefs down, and Matt gets on John’s lap. Matt sits on John’s bare cock and pushes his cum filled ass down, using John’s loads as his lube to ride the cock. Matt hears the guys cheer as his ass rides up and down on the bare cock. Matt is so turned on. He’s loving it. John is stroking Matt’s cock for the first time that day. Matt is naked and riding John’s amazing cock right in the middle of this party and he doesn’t care who sees it. The camera is snapping pictures. Matt is moaning. John is moaning. The boys kiss and fuck. Kiss and fuck. John is thrusting up into Matt now. Matt knows John is going to cum in his ass again. Matt wants the cum in him. He grinds his ass onto the cock. John grunts and says, “I’m cumming in you.” Matt grunts and cums all over John and himself and the couch as John cums inside him. The crowd loves it. There is clapping and cheering. A couple guys call Matt a slut, but everyone seems to congratulate John. Matt doesn’t care. He gets off John’s cock, gets dressed and the boys go home.

Stranger in my Room – Part 2 It seems like we both passed-out; for how long I don’t know. I just woke with this wonderful feeling of someone’s fingers running up and down my ass crack. It felt so good I just naturally shifted my hip to give the fingers better access. The digits were deep in my crack and brushing my warm, wet hole. Then a pause at my rosebud, and the middle finger starts probing the opening. It’s gone for a moment, then back again, but now it’s wet. Again I shift and give total access to my butt hole. The wet finger enters my wet chute. With ease the stranger’s middle finger is sliding in and out of my fuck hole. It’s really feeling good and my hole is warming up. Then the finger in replace by a fatter thumb. “Fuck yeah…” I sigh. Fucking LOVE being thumb fucked. The perfect shape, and how the pad of that digit presses against the prostate. Fucking heaven. After some gentle rubbing of that favorite male gland, the stranger pulls his thumb out. He says to me, “You’re so very warm and wet in there. I think my dick needs to revisit that.” With that, he lifts my left leg slightly into the air. Then his big, round dick head starts running up and down my crack, looking for that warm, wet spot. It’s not long before he discovers it and starts pushing in. Because I still have such a tight ass, he feels resistance. He lifts my leg higher and I push to open my hole for him. With that, his head pushes in, past the ring. I sigh with extreme pleasure as he pushes the rest of his dick’s length into me. “Oh fuck! This feels good. Your dick is now hitting that spot, better than your thumb was. Fuck this is awesome. I’ve never been fucked in this position. Feels amazing. Oh, Fuck Yeah…damn that feels so fucking good!” “So, you’ve never been dicked like this before? Well, you’re going to like it.” He lifts my leg over his hip and drives his dick in, balls deep. He then twists my shoulders and face around to meet his. With that, he plants a big, wet, open mouth kiss on me. While we’re swopping spit, his hand runs down my belly and finds my hard cock…dripping pre-cum of course. He wraps his fist around my boner and starts stroking. I think every bottom would agree that having a Top stroke your dick while your ass strokes his, is an amazing feeling. My arm is around his neck, his hand is pounding my meat, and my hole is milking his cock…once again. Does it get any better? “Oh, fuck my ass man! Oh, fuck this feels amazing. I could cum man, I think I’m about to shoot!” Hearing that, he slows down, lifts my leg back over his hip and starts to roll me over on my stomach…all the time, keeping his stiff rod inside me. He lays his hairy, manly body on my back and says directly into my ear. “I know from your profile; you really like to take dick in this position. In fact, I think I read from you several times, this is how you like to get bred. Well, you nasty fuck, we’re going to fuck a while like this, before I seed your cunt again. Then maybe I’ll let you cum. But you either cum with me, or after me. Understand? You tell me when you’re too close.” With that he lifts himself off me and pulls his cock out. He then takes his strong hands and parts my thighs and firmly rubs them up and down. He reaches up and pulls my cheeks apart and starts rimming my ass. He’s dragging the length of his tongue up and down my crack, then stops and sticks it in me as far as he can. He does this several times and I’m writhing in horny bliss. Then he rises to his knees and uses them to force my thighs further apart. Then I feel that wonderful, bulbous head of his cock pushing against my opening again. “I’d suggest you take a hit from that bottle before in force myself into you again.” No one who needs to be told twice the hit some poppers, I take a long draw up both nostrils. As I slowly let out the air, with one forceful thrust, he’s back in, balls deep. I raise my spinning head and groan in pleasurable. It didn’t really hurt…just had a lot of force behind it. Once again, the weight of his body in press on top of me. And again, he’s breathing heavy words in my ear, while he starts full force thrusting in and out of my hole. “Your fucking cunt feels so good around my dick. Fuck. Your hole’s so creamy already it feels incredible. I could fuck you for days.” As he’s fucking me, pinned between his body and the mattress, my wet dick is rubbing beneath us. I’m so fucking turned on by this guy’s manly body pressed against me, his amazing boner fucking my hole, and my dick rubbing the sheets. I guess my breathing started to give that tale-tale sign of reaching climax. Because, without saying a word, he reached under my hip and pulled my stiff rod behind me. No longer rubbing against the sheets. “Don’t want you cumming prematurely.” He says. “We have some serious ass pounding to do. I’ve yet to plow your ass doggy style.” Fucking hell. I didn’t even realize we hadn’t done that yet. Then in a moment, he withdrawals his bone from my butt, grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed. Again, he buries his tongue deep in my fuck hole and just eats me out. In a flash, his tongue is replaced with his stiff, now pounding cock. He pushes all the way into me in one thrust. Hits bottom and twists my face around to kiss me with the taste of my ass on his tongue. “We got some serious fucking to do. I’ve yet to really pound your ass. You need to feel what it’s like to fuck like men.” He pulls his cock out with a ‘POP’ and drives it back in again. Holding my hips and pushing my face in the sheets he starts F U C K I N G me. Fucking in and out and in and out – slamming into my cheeks with a slap each time. I’m fucking moaning with forceful pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone fuck me so hard. But, because of all the earlier work, and a load of wet jizz already in me – this felt, other worldly. He was really liking it too. He was up on his knees, ramming his shaft deep. Pulling it out to look at it, then back in again (got to love those full-length mirror hotels have). “Fuck yeah! Your hole is working my cock so good. I’m gonna fuck’in cum man. I’m gonna grease your insides again. Oh fuck yeah. You ready for another hot load of sperm?” The question was rhetorical, but always HOT to hear. So I answered. “OH GOD YES! That’s what you’re here for. I need your seed man. I want your fucking man load planted as deep as it will go. Fuck me man. Mark this ass!” With that he pushes me flat on the bed. With his knees he forces my thighs together, making my hole tighter. He’s fucking hard, but his cock doesn’t leave my chute. He drives in all the way and the moment he lands on my back I feel his dick surge. “Fuck you man! FUCK I’m cumming! I’m breeding and seeding your cum hole. Take it man. Suck-in all my seed – my DNA is now deeply imbedded inside you.” “Oh fuckin’ thank you man. You came here to deliver, and you did. I love having your sperm swimming inside me. I feel so wet with your thick, rich cum. Thank you.” He’s now laying on top of me. His chest pressing heavy with his panting. Calming down and winding down, but still on top of me. I’m loving it. Then I realized, when he laid me down again, my dick was under my belly…but I didn’t cum. I was so focused on my ass getting truly fucked I just didn’t care. “Man! That was some amazing sex. Did you like that?” He asks me. “Are you crazy? Of course. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. You are a great fucker. I’m glad I invited you over. Was scared to death at first, but I think that made it hotter.” “Right-on. Should we take a shower and clean each other up before I leave?” “Yeah…I’d like that.” We go into the bathroom and I start the shower. Luckily being a higher end hotel, it had a sizable shower. We step under the water and I soap-up his sexy body. His dick is still half hard, and I can’t help but stroke it. Looking me in the eye, he says, “You haven’t really showed me how subservient you can be. I think you need to get on your knees and suck my cock.” Now I’m not too much into sucking cock, but he was right. And, I hadn’t cum yet myself. I was kind of excited to see that amazing fuck tool up close. I put my lips around his head and suck it. Circled my tongue around it, then stuck the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. “That’s nice boy, but I think you need to suck the whole thing.” With that he takes both of his hands to the back of my head and forces my face into his bush. I do like the different feeling of his dick in my mouth. We get into a rhythm and I start stroking my dick. After a few moments, he notices me whacking my dick. “Hey boy – haven’t you cum yet?” I look up into his face, dick still in my mouth and try and say, “No.” “What the fuck kind of rude Top am I. We need to take care of that. Do you think your pussy could take another load?” “Fuck yeah.” I say. With that, he grabs me under my arms and pulls me up. He then tells me, “Put your foot up on the edge of the tub.” I then feel (once again) that amazing dick head pressing into my ass. “Oh fuck. I love to stand and deliver. Oh God, I can’t believe I get your dick again.” “Keep working it like this and you’ll get more than just my dick.” “Do you want to cum while I fuck your hole?” “YES! I LOVE to cum while getting fucked.” With that, he pulls me back against his chest. Then he pushes my hand away from my dick and wraps his fist around my aching bone. His dick is pounding my butt and his fist is pounding my pud. I feel so subservient. This Top is controlling everything. He then pushes the brown bottle under my nose. I sniff deeply and he does so after. At this point, we’re both flying high. “You feeling good boy? You ‘bout to shoot that juice? Hold-off a second and I’ll plant mine in you at the same time. You close? You ready? I’m about to shoot man. Here comes number three.” Again, he dives in balls deep and holds it there. But his fist is still quickly pounding my dick. As I feel his head expand as he starts to deliver his third load. At that moment… “FUCK YES! Thank you, Sir. I’m gonna shoot – FUCK I’m cumming. AUGHHH FUCK YEAH. FUCK YES….AUGHH! My first shot came out like a canon. I could feel it as it left the slit. My stranger’s dick buried deep within me, again. Him holding me tightly against chest and pounding my dick and causing it to explode. I’ve never had a better orgasm. “WOW Boy! How long you been holding that load?” “I don’t think it’s how long I held it…it was YOU driving it out of me. Fucking AWESOME! By that time we were both spent and the sun was raising. I went and laid on the bed, and played with my cummy ass and semi-hard dick while the stranger dressed, waved good-bye, and left. After he was gone, I fingered my soaking wet hole, and stroked my boner to another orgasm thinking about what just happened. Can’t believe I actually did it…but so glad I did.