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Part 27: Ryan Loses His Virginity (Chapter 3 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 2) I’m not sure if it was the shock of the statement or the fact that I was tired, but it took me a considerable amount of time to grasp what he had just said. I sat up and turned on the light, finding him already staring at me. “Really?” He nodded. “You and Becca—” “No,” he said, his voice shaking a bit. I tried to think through all the girls still in high school, matching them up with Lewis, deciding who had been the lucky one to ride him first. “Do I know her?” He shook his head. “You didn’t get her pregnant, did you?” I asked, realizing why he looked so grave. Again, he shook his head. “Lewis,” I urged, my excitement over the revelation increasing my volume. “Just tell me who it was.” “I can’t.” “Lewis, come on.” “I really can’t tell you.” “Just tell me who it was,” I demanded. Lewis stared at me, his face growing pale. “Mr. Flanagan.” It felt as if my brain had glitched. I tried putting the pieces together: Lewis breaking up with Becca, Lewis losing his virginity, Lewis telling me that he lost it to Mr. Flanagan. Every time I tried to say something, my voice would catch. “Ryan,” he said, waving his hand, trying to gain a reaction. “Did you hear me?” I nodded, still unable to say anything. Lewis shifted in the bed before jumping out of it. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have said anything. Friend or not, I shouldn’t have told you.” “Wait, Lewis,” I said, finally finding myself. “Don’t go.” “I’ve already been feeling guilty about it all,” he said, “not being able to tell anyone what happened. I didn’t want to say anything, but it just came out.” He started to get dressed, looking for his belongings. “Lewis, would you just stop?” “I’ve got to go,” he said. I jumped out of bed and cornered him, his face looking directly into mine. I’d never been this close to him or any other man. I could smell his cologne along with a musk that was all his own. Our eyes locked for a brief moment before I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing his body against the wall. He tasted amazing, his soft lips opening to me, our tongues meeting. My crotch was pushed against his, both of our dicks starting to get hard the longer we kissed. Our bare chests were pressed together, our heartbeats aligned. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him from the wall, throwing him down on my bed. Lewis stared up at me with wide eyes. “Are you…” “Gay?” I finished. “Yeah.” I pulled off my shorts. Though Lewis had just told me that he had lost his virginity to an older man, there was no guarantee that what I was doing would work. It was a risk, but it was one I needed to take. Lewis smiled and started to undress himself, tossing his shorts on the floor too, leaving only his boxers. I knelt next to the bed, lifting his legs so they were resting on my shoulders. Slowly, I kissed his leg, moving up toward his groin, feeling his leg hair against my lips. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, head tilting back. I grabbed his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock which was starting to drip. He had a thick cock, and my mouth was drooling for it. I opened as wide as I could and swallowed him down, grabbing hold of his hips so he wouldn’t try to move away. “Fucking shit,” he cried, his hands grabbing my head and forcing more of his dick inside my throat, fingers tangling in my hair. I started to gag, Lewis easing up on me. I stared up at him, both of us smiling. “Good?” I asked. “Incredible,” he told me. “So,” I said, grabbing his dick and starting to pump, “Mr. Flanagan?” Lewis smiled, nodding. “He’s a hot fucking man,” I said. “You have no idea.” “Did Mr. Flanagan fuck you or did you fuck him?” “He fucked me,” Lewis said. “Amazing,” I said, imagining the scene. “You prefer to bottom?” Lewis shrugged. “Don’t know.” I smiled. “Let me decide for you.” I grabbed his legs and lifted them up, revealing his tight hole covered in hair. It was beautiful. I leaned in and kissed it, Lewis shaking from the feeling. I then licked over his hole, doing everything I’d ever seen in porn. “Have you done this before?” Lewis asked. “Never,” I told him. “But, I watch more porn than I read the Bible. I think I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Then go for it,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing his legs and pulling them back, opening himself even more. “Hold on,” I said, running over to Al’s desk. I knew he hid condoms and lube in one of the drawers, and I was praying he hadn’t taken everything with him to the cabin. I found the bottle of lube and brought it back to Lewis, squirting some on his hole. “Fuck, it’s cold,” he said. I massaged it over his hole, covering my fingers, and then slid them inside. Lewis’s body tightened, moving away slightly from my intrusion. I was eager, but I knew I needed to pace myself so I didn’t scare him away. I took my time opening him up, knowing it was a must unless I wanted to cause us both pain. “Feels great,” Lewis said, looking down at me. I slipped my fingers out and pulled my briefs off, revealing my hard dick. I wasn’t as thick as Lewis, but I was longer, something I prided myself in. I lined up my cock to his slicked hole and pressed it against the opening. I looked at him, noticing his smile. Fuck, I thought, looking down at my dick touching his ass. This was it. I pressed against his hole and my dick slipped inside. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned, hands grabbing the sheets and pulling them. “Are you alright?” I asked. Lewis nodded, his face a bit red. I pushed in more, stopping every inch to make sure I wasn’t killing him. After a few inches, it became easier. Before I knew it, my pubic hair was pressed against his ass. “I’m in,” I said, relishing the warmth and tightness of his ass. It felt incredible, far better than anything anyone had alluded to. I waited a while, letting Lewis adjust. “Fuck me,” Lewis said looking deep into my eyes. “Fuck me hard.” “You’ve got it,” I said, pulling out slow, watching as the hair around his hole clung to my shaft. Fuck, it’s beautiful, I thought. I pushed back in, my excitement getting the better of me. Lewis groaned, his hands reaching down and grabbing hold of my legs. “Slower,” he said. “Sorry,” I told him. It took a few tries before I found a rhythm. “How’s that?” “So good,” he said, smiling. “Look at that,” he said. “You aren’t a virgin anymore.” “I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather give it to,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. “Does anyone know?” he asked me. I shook my head. “How about you?” “Mr. Flanagan,” he said. The idea kicked me into a different gear, the thought of Mr. Flanagan fucking the same hole my dick was in sending me into a higher state of pleasure. “How was it?” “Incredible,” Lewis said. “What does he look like?” I asked. “Hairy,” Lewis said, running his hand along my chest where little grew. “A good dick. A ton of cum.” “Really?” “Some condition he has,” Lewis said, his hands grabbing my nipples and pinching them, forcing a moan out of me. “He cums like crazy.” “Sounds hot,” I said, imagining Mr. Flanagan’s dick acting as a geyser. I licked my lips. “He covered my chest,” Lewis said. “He came on your chest?” I asked. Lewis nodded. I continued to fuck him, thinking about what he just told me. Was Lewis expecting me to pull out and cum on his chest? I wanted to shoot inside him, doing exactly what all the men in porn did. I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to inject my virgin cum deep inside Lewis. “Keep going,” Lewis said, his hand now jerking his own cock. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I said. “Cover your chest in cum.” “Fuck,” me moaned, eyes closing tight, face twisting from the waves of pleasure filling his body. His back lifted off the bed as ropes of cum shot out, hitting his face, chin, chest, and then stomach. Feeling his hole tighten around my cock sent me into overdrive. I grabbed his hips and started pounding, my breathing quick as my orgasm mounted. “I’m gonna cum, too.” “Do it,” Lewis said. “Give me that cum!” As the moment of no return mounted, I reached out and scooped Lewis’s cum into my hand and licked it up, tasting, for the first time, the cum of another man. “FUCK!” I slammed into his ass and held him close, shooting into his guts my hot cum, filling him as my body became weak. I fell forward, my naked chest and stomach, meeting his, his cum gluing us together. Never had an orgasm felt so good. I looked down at Lewis who was looking up at me, a smile on his face. I leaned down and kissed him. “That was incredible” I told him. “Was it… good for you, too?” He nodded, laughing a bit. “It was incredible,” he said. “I can’t wait to do it again.” “You’ll have to give me some time,” I told him. I pulled out, hearing a suction pop as my dick was freed. I took a step back and reached for a tissue, cleaning off my dick. Lewis eyed it, his smiled falling a bit. “Where’s the condom?” “What?” I asked. “The condom,” he repeated. “Where is it?” “I didn’t use one,” I told him. “Why?” “Mr. Flanagan used one,” he told me. “But he didn’t cum in you,” I said. “Your hole is a bareback virgin, and I’m a virgin. We’re fine. Trust me.” Lewis moved his hand down to his hole and felt around, some of my cum leaking out. He collected some and lifted it to his nose, smelling it. He looked me in the eye as he stuck his tongue out and tasted it. “Fuck,” I said. Who the fuck knew what would happen next. After finding out that Lewis and Mr. Flanagan were gay, who knew who else was. At that point, the idea of Pastor Ryder being gay became a bit more plausible, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Instead, I watched Lewis play with his hole, smearing my cum around. I’d never been more happy. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Sorry, but I had to split it in two. It was 10 pages long.

First I want to say I'm kind of shy in some ways, not an introvert, but branching out sometimes take my time. Going somewhere new is a little daunting, especially a daddy who wants to be a cum dump. (I am a real Dad by the way with two children) I was trying to build up the courage to go to the sex club in the town I was working in!! It's well known and I have heard about it for some time, wanted to go, needed to have some courage. I need to just man up and go! I have been wanting to go to a sex club for some time, I want to get fucked by a few guys, be a real slut, have them pound my hole, flood it with cum. I don't mind hosting guys in my hotel room, but going to a sex club has been a real stumbling block for me. I don't go in the area of the country that I live in, I have the fear of running into people I know or even my ex. It's just something I don't want to deal with. Everyone has three lives. A public life, a private life and a secret life. Being a cum-dump is my secret life. So I travel sometimes for work. When I do, my days are filled with work, but I do have some time available in the evenings to be a slut. I have wanted to venture out and try a sex club. I want to see what It would be like. I specifically want to get fucked, I want my ass flooded with anon cum. I love being a bottom cum dump. On a Sunday morning I was invited to a guys house that I have had sex with before while in this city, he hit me up! He specifically wanted to fuck me. We had sex in my hotel a year or two before but I was to visit him at his apartment this Sunday morning. I was hoping to get bred. I was prepped and ready, wearing a jock under my jeans, ass lubed, ready for him to breed me. One thing led to another and he was so excited that while deep fucking my face he blew his load down my throat. Don't get me wrong, I like this guy, I will take his load wherever he puts it. I was happy to get his load! While still wanting to get fucked, I left his apartment and it was a nice sunny day. I decided to walk some, not really being familiar with the gay area of town I was in, I suddenly realized I was about two blocks from the sex club I had been longing to go to. While the time of day and week probably wasn't the best time for a big crowd, there was no time like the present to just suck it up and go. I was already lubed and ready!! Why not! So I headed in, no turning back. No time like the present. Be brave! I did it!! I checked in, got a room. I stripped down to my jock and was ass up in my room with the door open, lights low. Not very busy, no luck. I don't know the protocol that well as this was my first time doing this. I suppose if it was busier time of the day/week that might have worked. So I decided to take a walk around. Note to self, next time at the sex club bring a pair of flip flops to walk around in. It was dark, there were some guys there, not too many. Very slow time. About the first room I happened upon had a sling it it. Now that is something I am really interested in trying. I want to be fucked by multiple guys in a sling. I want one after another to use my hole and fill me up. I can certainly take cock and there has not been one I can't handle. I like men of all shapes and sizes and I love it when they breed me. Thats what I like, cum in my ass!! So I hopped up in the sling. Put my legs into the stirrups and took a hit of poppers. I was elated!! The feeling of my ass being exposed just lying there was incredible just on its own. I loved the feeling of being able to give my ass to whomever walked into the room if they so wanted it. I was a free and liberating feeling. I should have brought a blindfold! I laid there, guys poked their head in, some walked thru. Some touched. Being a Daddy, there was not as much interest as if I was an 18 year old. It was still fun, I did it, I was in the sex club ass up in a sling! I felt a milestone had been achieved! A little while later a guy came in. His cock was rock hard. He gave me a taste. He looked for my approval. YES SIR, please Fuck me Sir! I lubed up my hole again and in he went. OMG, the feeling was incredible. Totally different being suspended and having my ass presented as a cum receptacle, it felt so smooth, so wonderful. For some reason he put on a condom, I wasn't complaining but I do prefer raw cock. He fucked me hard and deep, fast, slow, diving in and out. He was a maniac and it was great!! v Then he stopped, then he started, and did it again and again. He was rough, he was gentle, he used my ass. I could feel my ass just taking it all in. It was heaven. Then he pulled out, took off the condom and went at me again!! OMG, I was in total heaven. About 10 minutes later he asked permission and bred me. A nice hot load in my hole.. My hole was wet with cum I loved it. My hole was so wet, it was so soft. I was pure pigg heaven. During the fucking, several guys came in to watch. They must have heard the noise, it was probably me saying, FUCK ME!! Love being watched, loved being touched as I am being fucked, the more the merrier! After he left, I laid there for a while. I had high hopes that someone else would use my cum filled hole but I realize that the time of the day/week that wasn't going to happen. A guy came in to the room, seemed very interested, felt my ass, asked if I was wet and he said he was excited, he aid me was coming back, but never did. DAMN, probably found something else along the way!! I waited, lots of lookers, no takers. Next time, it will be a busy Saturday night, I will try again! All in all, for me I think this was a monumental success. I plan on timing my visit to the sex club the next time for when it's packed. I want to give my ass up in the sling to as many men as want to breed me!! That was SO hot!! Make me a total cum dump. Breed my ass, use my holes!!

(I'm splitting the chapter in two, but I'm posting them both at the same time.) Part 27: Ryan's Secret (Chapter 2 of the Demise of Lewis) (Ryan Kline's Perspective Part 1) I closed my laptop as quickly as I could, almost slamming it down on my hard cock. I slid it under my pillow and pulled my covers over my body, hiding my erection. I wiped my hand across the pool of pre-cum which had collected on my abs and licked it clean. I was just slipping into a normal sleeping position when my bedroom door opened and my dad walked in. “Hey, Ryan,” he said. “Still up?” “Uh, yeah,” I said, pretending to rub my eyes, clearing away whatever fake sleep I had been trying to get. There was still some pre-cum between my fingers. “Nervous about tomorrow?” he asked. “A little,” I said. He walked into my room and sat on the edge of the bed, staring down at me. “It’s a new chapter for you,” he told me, “but it’s one you’re going to love. College is a great time of growth.” “Sure is,” I said, feeling my “great growth” shrinking under the covers with each passing moment. “Just remember,” he said. “God has great plans for you.” I smiled. “Thanks, Dad.” “Honey,” a call came from downstairs. “It’s Will on the phone for you. He has a question about his next sermon.” “A pastor’s work is never done,” my dad said. He looked me over with a smile and then left my room, closing the door behind him. “Finally,” I said, pulling out my laptop and opening it back to the page I’d been jerking off to for almost an hour. I liked taking my time, building up my orgasms so when I came, it would be explosive. It was a good thing my parents knew nothing about technology and couldn’t block porn or even trace what sites I’d been on. They’d lose their minds if they did. I pressed play and watched as a man with a huge, pierced cock skull-fucked a guy who looked to be around my age, spit pouring out of his mouth, his face red while his neck bulged out. I gripped hard on my dick and started stroking, closing my eyes and listening to the moans of the top and the gagging of the bottom, my earbuds making me feel as if I was with them. As I heard the top getting closer, his breathing ragged while he held the bottom’s head straight, cutting off his oxygen, I felt a wave of warmth fill my body, my balls shooting up inside me. “Fuck,” I moaned, the scenario on the screen changing in my mind. I was now the bottom, naked on my knees, looking up into the eyes of Pastor Ryder as he unloaded his holy cum down my throat. It was a good thing my eyes were closed as my cum shot out, hitting my closed eyes, painting my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked up the cum I could reach, savoring the flavor, wishing it was Will Ryder’s. In your dreams, I thought. I shut down my computer and cleaned myself off with a dirty towel I kept handy. While I knew I’d never have anything happen like that with Pastor Ryder, there was still the possibility of someone at college taking his place. I was off to college the next day, and I was determined to lose my virginity ASAP ** “You’ll die a virgin,” Al said, standing over me at the campus gym, his shorts billowing out just enough for me to see his jock strap beneath. “No, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head while trying to make sure I didn’t get hard. Al was cool, but he didn’t know that I was secretly gay. For all he knew, I was a pastor’s kid, perfect in every way, incapable of stepping out of line. What he didn’t know is that I spent most nights ignoring homework so I could watch as much gay porn as possible. For the past five months I’d been all about bareback porn. I grew up hearing in health class how we needed to use condoms as protection, but something about the bareback porn pushed me in the other direction. Maybe I could blame it on my upbringing, living such a safe life so far, keeping myself within the confines of the perfect son. Now, all I wanted was to take a risk. When my time did come, it would be bareback. No alternatives. Al knew I was a virgin because I had been stupid and told him. He started cluing in when he failed to see me bring anyone back to our room or see me spend the night out in someone else’s. He still thought I was straight, and I didn’t feel like correcting him. No one needed to know what got me hard but me. Many nights I heard Al bringing back some young woman who he expertly fucked, leaving them moaning and crying out to God. It made me a little hard for Al, though I still had sessions where I imagined myself with Pastor Ryder. I’d always thought of myself as a bottom, but the more porn I watched, the more I realized that I was versatile. That let me imagine Pastor Ryder’s dick spewing his hot loads in my guts while I then pumped him full of mine. In one twisted dream, I imagined hiding under Pastor Ryder’s desk, sucking him off, while my dad, Pastor Kline, has a meeting with him, completely unaware that his only son has his mouth full of dick. My dick jumped at the thought, but Al didn’t seem to notice. I sat up on the bench, sweat pouring off me, my arms tired. I hated lifting weights. Still, I wanted to look good for whatever guy I ended up fucking or getting fucked by. There was little time left before my freshman year was over, and I didn’t want to go back home a virgin. We returned to our room when my phone started buzzing. “I’m getting a shower,” Al said, striping his clothes off until only his jock remained. I watched as he walked away and then answered. “Hello?” “Hey, Ryan.” “Lewis, what’s up?” I said, the depression of still being a virgin lifting for a brief moment. “How are you?” “Uh, good,” he said. I’d known Lewis for most of my life, and I knew his answer wasn’t honest. Something was wrong. “What’s going on back home?” I asked, slipping off my shirt and smelling my pits. I loved the smell of myself after a workout. “Nothing much,” he said, which I could tell was a lie. “Same old.” “Have you narrowed down where you want to go to college yet?” I asked. “You’re running out of time.” “Actually,” he said, “That’s why I called. I heard your school is having an open house next weekend, and I wanted to know if it would be cool if I roomed with you during it?” “Oh,” I said. Lewis was a hot guy, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t found myself attracted to him a bit, but he wasn’t the type of man I pictured myself with… long-term, at least. Plus, he was straight, leaving any possibility of us fucking impossible. “I’m fine with it. I do have a roommate, though.” “What about your roommate?” A voice asked from behind. I turned to find Al standing behind me, his towel around his hips. “A friend of mine from home wants to come up for the open house,” I told him. “He wanted to room here, but I told him I have a roommate.” “Wait,” Al said. “Next weekend? I won’t be here. I’m taking Celia up to my parents’ cabin for a few days of fucking. It’s fine by me.” “Alright,” I said, trying to watch as he pulled his towel off, exposing his tight ass and thick cock. “Well, Lewis, sounds like we’ll be rooming together next weekend.” “Sounds great,” Lewis said, his voice missing any true excitement. Something was up, and I was determined to find out what it was. ** “I can’t wait to get to college,” Lewis said as we walked back to my dorm. Since he arrived, I could see that Lewis had been wanting to tell me something, but every time I thought he was getting closer to spilling whatever it was, he closed up. I don’t understand why he’s acting like this, I thought. I mean, we’ve known each other for years. We know so much about each other… well, not the whole closeted gay thing. I mean, we’ve even jerked off together. That was a bad night. My dad walked in on us. I could have died. Still, it gave me a good look at Lewis’s cock which had my mouth watering. Like I said before, Lewis wasn’t exactly my type, but I’d have him in an instant if I could. “Is it as exciting as I imagine?” “I guess,” I told him. We were in my room, both exhausted from the school tour, weekend activities, and trying to get to the dining hall before it closed. I was ready to turn it in, but I still wanted to crack whatever it was that Lewis was keeping hidden. “Have any girlfriend?” he asked. “No,” I told him, trying to hide any hint that he was barking up the wrong tree. “How are you and Becca doing?” Lewis’s face fell. “Actually, we broke up.” “Oh, crap,” I said, realizing this must have been the thing he’d been hiding. “Lewis, I’m so sorry.” “It’s fine,” Lewis said. “I’m fine.” He sat down on my bed, his head hanging low. “So,” I started, joining him. “Do you want to talk about it?” Lewis shrugged. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?” “Well,” Lewis said, his attention still pulled away from me. “Becca wanted to have sex, and I told her no.” “Oh. Right.” This was an eternal struggle whenever you’ve committed to waiting until marriage. Sure, we get really familiar with our hands, but it isn’t the same… or so I’ve heard. There had been several teens in our youth group who had sex and ended up pregnant, though I knew of more who fucked and got away with it. A part of me believed I could have gotten away with it if I wanted, both my parents being oblivious, but there was more at risk for me. I wouldn’t just be having sex before marriage. I would be having sex with another man before marriage. The whole thing pissed me off, but I knew guys like Lewis lived by the rules. “She told the whole school about it,” Lewis told me. “But you did the right thing,” I said, the words bitter in my mouth. The image of Lewis on top of Becca, ramming her pussy full of his thick cock did get my dick to jump, watching his tight ass moving with each thrust. “I almost didn’t,” Lewis said. My face must have held some unique expression, prompting him to jump back in. “I talked to Mr. Flanagan,” he told me. “He helped.” Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I found myself fantasizing over many times. Not only did I see him at school, but I was then forced to see him at church. Once, on a church retreat, I had seen him walk into one of the showers, getting only a glimpse of his ass. I instantly got hard and had to duck away into a bathroom stall before anyone saw me, especially my dad who had been walking in at the same time. I had been having too many close calls. I jerked off in the stall, hearing the other men showering and talking, none of them knowing the pastor’s son was shooting his seed into the toilet while images of naked men filled his perverted mind. I almost cried out, my legs threatening to crumble beneath me. Still, Mr. Flanagan was one of those men I’d spread my cheeks for in an instant. I’d also like to fuck his ass so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. I had the feeling he’d be the type to destroy an ass or ride a dick until his was gaping out. “Yeah,” I said. “He’s a good guy.” Lewis nodded, continuing to stare at his shoes. “Is that all?” I asked him. “What?” “Lewis, come on. We’ve known each other for years. Do you really think I’m unable to tell if something is wrong with you? From the moment you called, I knew something was wrong.” “Oh, yeah,” he said. “I wish you would have called me,” I told him. “I could have talked you through all the Becca stuff.” “I know.” “I hope you’re feeling better, now,” I said. “Becca wasn’t worth it, and she’s definitely not the one you want to have your first time with. Right?” Lewis stared at me, his eyes a bit unfocussed. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Right.” The rest of the night still held an awkwardness, as if there was something else not being said. As we got ready for bed, Lewis sleeping in Al’s bed, I kept trying to guess whatever it was that he was still keeping a secret. I tried to distract myself with porn, but I was afraid Lewis would see. “You’re sure your roommate won’t mind?” Lewis asked, climbing into his bed. “Not at all,” I told him. “Trust me, he’s had plenty of other people sleeping in that bed other than him.” “Really?” Lewis said, looking at the bed as if it were covered in germs. Covered in dried cum, I thought. I turned off the lights, my brain still trying to sort out whatever it was that I was missing. I’ll be up all night thinking about this, I realized. After an hour of silence, Lewis’ voice broke through. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Long before making the move to Florida, I would come to Ft Lauderdale for at least 3 or the 4 weeks of vacation I had (and Palm Springs for the other week) . I had to bid my vacation in November of the year prior, and this particular year I happened to end up with vacation weeks just 6 weeks apart. The 1st trip was 3 weeks before Hurricane Andrew came thru and flattened huge swaths of Southern Florida and disrupting everyday life. There was a sleazy bar in Miami called The Hole, and it was. Essentially it was 2 narrow storefronts in a semi sketchy area. Entering the left side was the bar, pretty dank and dimly lit with only about 8 bar stools at the bar, and some porn playing on the wall opposite the bar. The other side had a pinball machine and maybe something else,a pool table? But the bar was active- you could leave your shirt and shorts with the bartender, the bathroom was down a dark hall,maybe wide enough for 2 1/2 men abreast. The walls in the hall had peeling paint everywhere, and the toilet was wobbly and I don't think it flushed . And the men were pigs. There was a 3 inch gap to the outside at the bottom of a door near the bathroom- which was often employed to kick loose beer cans and bottles out under as guys shuffled thru the dark area sending them sliding around. No real room to move , once you were in, you were pretty much in position until you just had to get out to less humid and less foul air. Piss play was common the closer to the toilet you landed, fucking went on like it was the 70's, and not the 90's. The worst part was the 30 mile drive back to the hotel in Ft Lauderdale reeking of piss, cum and whatever else you stepped in or on in the back hall. So, the next week of vacation 5 weeks after I got home was after Andrew had torn thru Miami and parts south just 3 weeks earlier. Still, Ft Lauderdale had mostly recovered, so I made my way back to it. A guy I had met the last trip down and I decided to head to Miami and the Hole , which had ads in the gay weeklies saying they were open. We went in separate cars, but got there within minutes of each other. Inside, stripped down to my jock and sneakers, got a beer, and he did the same. After the 1st beer, and watching who was there, we decided to explore the hallway. It was hard to tell if any new damage had happened, the place pretty much seemed the same, tho a bit mustier. The peeling paint was sort of slick, I guess some mold and slime formed without any power. The guy led me back to the toilet and had me sit on it, then began farming guys over to feed me their piss or to piss on me. I realized there were paper towels,soiled ,on the floor behind the toilet. And the floor was all standing water of some type. I think I stayed about an hour longer than he did, and it was very much a white knuckle ride back out of Miami at 2 in the morning with areas without power, people milling around dark streets, but I managed to make it home. The next time I got down to Florida, the Hole was gone. Tho I am certain the sheer volume of DNA that was on the walls and floor of that place, traces of it are still there today, 27 years later. Hell, the black smudge sludge on my knees after a night on them took 2 or 3 scrubbings to remove completely

Part 3 I was tired, sweaty, my ass was sore from being spanked. My cum filled hole, was gaping wide and had every man's cum leaking out of it. I looked at the mirror on the bathroom door and checked the tallies on my asscheeks. 40. I counted 40 men who can came me their poz seed tonight. I checked the clock and it read 3 am. 3 am and I was still getting pounded by poz daddies. There must have been a whole nother 20 or so left in the master room. Bill and Robert from time to time would give me water, wipe the sweat from my head and face, and let me suck on their nips. I didn't notice or really care as I was in my own little sex world. My cum filled hole was being stuffed my two small cocks. The heavyset white daddies they belonged to were earnestly trying their best, but they cum rather quickly. After the fiftieth daddy filled my hole, Bill and Robert announced that the finale was about to begin. All of the remaining ten men where bears like them, all of them a mix of race and various sizes. But they all had one thing in common: massive if not monstrous sized cocks. All of them ranged from 9 inches and thicker than a beer can to over a foot long. I was blissfully unaware, just happy to have more dick in me and more poz cum inside me. The first of the final ten men, was a black chub daddy with a 10 inch monster. He just slid into my abused and cum lubed hole. I gasped at first from feeling his thickness and length, but then moaned in pleasure has started fucking me. He had stamina too. Five minutes became 15, which became half an hour. I had lost track of both time and how many orgasms I had from his dick pounding my hole and prostate. As it turned out, he had cum twice in me and was about to unleash a third load into me. He roared as he deposited his third and final load in me and spanked my left asscheek. The next bear stepped but with a 9 inch cut cock that was almost as thick as a bottle of vodka or so I thought. My hole was already prepared for him, and he just eased into me and rammed right to the base of cock. He didn't care about pleasure or making it last. Ten minutes of passionate and brutal fucking and he pounded his poz load into me. I was mindbroken at this point. I was cumdrunk, cumhigh, whatever you want to call it. An hour later and the final bear was raring to go. His monstrous cock bobbed and bounced on its own with him flexing it, it seemed like. 14 inches of tennis ball tube thick, precum dripping, black meat. He was man number 60. There was no loving entrance, he basically just pounded his way into my hole and into my guts. This black bear, built like an offensive lineman was ruthless. I moaned like a bitch in heat, because in reality, I became one. I wanted his poz load. He would pull all the way out, just to slam back into me all the way to the hilt. A whole nother hour later, he came for the last time. He had cum five or six times over that hour. He gave my ass a slap one final time and left. Robert moved to kiss me while bill moved to eat the cum from my ass. Or so I thought, here he gave my abused, bruised, and cum filled hole a lick and inserted a butt plug. "We have one last surprise for you and they are on their way here to take your last negative loads," Robert said to me. "So in the meantime, rest up," Bill said as he fed me some of the cum from hole. I could taste some blood that had mixed into the cum. I fell asleep between my two black bears, filled with theirs and 58 other men's loads. I dreamed of what their surprise for me could be.

**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 - Improvement of the boys' working facilities In the afternoon, ten repairmen showed up at the shop with a big truck. The men started carrying repair tools and a huge amount of building materials. George told Sami and Jonas that he had planned better working spaces for the boys downstairs. In George's opinion, the fitting booth was too small for the growing business. George told Jonas and Sam to take care of the store and disappeared with the men downstairs. Throughout the evening there was clanking, sawing, drilling and hammering, the sounds of things being dragged and moved from downstairs. From time to time, the renovation workers carried building materials and large boxes through the store to the lower floor. Sam realized that the repairmen were the same toxic men who had been at George's on Sunday and seeded Sam's hole. After five hours of hard work, George came to Sam and Jonas and said that they could now come and see what had been accomplished downstairs. Everything is not quite ready yet, the places still need to be painted and cleaned, so then customers can also be allowed there. It's good, Sam and Jonas will then have a good feeling for the new spaces. George went to lock the shop door and hung a note on the door saying that the shop was temporarily closed. Sam and Jonas were surprised how different it looked downstairs. Most of the sales shelves had been moved to the front part of the lower floor to be clearly more compact than before. A sturdy sling was raised in the back and there were three doors to the cabins behind the sling. The middle booth only had a bench and a flat screen TV, where a porn movie was playing, where the gang took turns fucking a clearly younger man. The booth on the right had a fuck bench in the middle of the floor and the booth on the left had a structure like Sam had seen in the Czech porn movie. There was a hole in the wall, through which the visitor can only see Bottom's lower body. Bottom's legs can be towards the floor or tied up to the loops on the wall. There were also glory holes in the walls between all the booths, so you can easily secretly follow the activities of the neighboring booth or participate anonymously. Jonas and Sam looked around confused. One of the repairmen shoved his sweaty cock through one of the Glory Holes and George told the boys to go and thank the hard worker. Sam and Jonas squatted down by the hole and Sam greedily took the cock between his lips. After sucking for a while, Sam offered the cock to Jonas to suck. Jonas imitated Sam and sucked the cock greedily. George said he thinks the man deserved better than just sucking. Sam urged Jonas to offer the man his hole. Jonas didn't doubt it for a moment. Jonas packed his ass into the hole so that the man's cock sank directly into Jonas's hole. The other repairmen gathered around cheered and started to unbutton their own pants. Jonas looked horny at the men's exposed cocks. Until Jonas's eyes caught the first biohazardous tattoo next to a man's cock. Jonas whispered to Sam that it was what he suspected. Sam nodded and said "yes it is. A tattoo means a man is a poz". At the same time, there was a groaning sounds from behind the wall and the cock in Jonas's ass started throbbing and injecting sperm into Jonas. "Good boy, that was your first poz load today. But probably not your last. Those men are all toxic. I know that because they all cummed on me on Sunday. I think they all want to empty their loads in your unprotected hole today," said Sam to Jonas. Two men grabbed Jonas´s hands and began to carry him towards the new Fuck bench. The men tied the confused boy to the bench and another man started to fuck Jonas's ass. George told Sam they could go and open the shop again. "Jonas can do well alone with these men". Sam looked a little jealous at Jonas tied to the fuck bench. "It may be that there will also be new customers who want to explore the new facilities. You must be ready to guide them," George comforted Sam.

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 was insanely thirsty. I realized I hadn’t drunk anything for hours and the drugs were making my mouth and throat very dry. As the last guy who had shot his load inside me slid out, I managed to say I needed a break to drink. I moved my left hand to pull the blindfold up and started to get myself up but my hand was grabbed right away and I felt another hand pushing me right down on my chest. “Who said you could leave? Stay where you are” I heard from a very authoritative voice. “ I got all you need here” My head was pulled from the back. “Open your mouth” I was ordered as the brim of a glass was pushed to my lips. “Drink, boy” It tasted like juice diluted in water. I was so thirsty I drank it all. I could feel a slightly bitter aftertaste but it was so nice and cold after all those hot hours that I just didn’t pay that much attention. After I had drunk the entire glass, my head was then slowly lowered down to the mattress. “There, just breathe. Rest for a moment”. The drugs were still hitting hard though and I was still rubbing my body continuously, keeping my legs open to show I was still craving cock. “My little whore is still hungry! Let’s give it a few minutes”. ”A few minutes for what?” I thought for a second. But I quickly realized again it was pointless to worry at that point after all the shit I had let him do to me. “The crowd is starting to thin out a bit. I’m gonna fuck a couple more times and have the guys left around here take care of you, then I’ll see what to do with you. You’re not going anywhere for a while anyway.” He was right. I wasn’t even sure where I was half the time. My mind kept going on and off. I was sometimes feeling that my brain was turning itself off for a few minutes and then waking up suddenly. That’s when I realized I was being fucked again. “That sloppy hole of yours is getting me insanely horny boy”. He was thrusting in and out, with cum splashing out and around my hole. He was holding my knees up. I started to feel another rush of heat. I was getting slightly nauseous. I pulled my head back, breathing heavily and moaning loudly. -“I can see the G is starting to work on you. Seems like I can give you anything I want and you won’t even suspect anything or resist.You’re nothing, you’re powerless”. -“Yes, Sir.” His thrusting got more intense, then suddenly stopped. “You almost got me to shoot another load, but I want to save my bullets. I own you tonight boy. And I want to make you mine”.

**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 5 It was already lunch time and Jeff realized that he was insanely hungry. He got dressed quickly and headed towards the hotel restaurant. The young waiter, about 20 years old, kept winking and smiling at Jeff. When the waiter came to ask Jeff what he wanted to eat, the waiter stood so close to Jeff that Jeff could feel the warmth of the waiter's bulge in his hand. "Actually, I should go to the bathroom. Where's the nearest one," he asked the waiter. The waiter guided Jeff and after a while Jeff was standing in the toilet in front of the urinal. Jeff heard the door behind him open and close. The waiter walked up to Jeff and said he recognized Jeff right away as a Grindr cum hungry slut. He had planned to arrange a meeting after the end of his shift. "But when I saw your pretty face in the restaurant, I realized that I would immediately want to fuck your ass. So show me your candy. Is there any filling now?" demanded the waiter. In a flash, Jeff lowered his pants and revealed his jockstrapped ass to the waiter. "Not here. You're a horny slut.", the waiter said to Jeff and directed Jeff to the booth. At the booth, the waiter bent Jeff over the toilet seat and stuck his tongue in Jeff's hole. "Tasty. How many loads do you have in your hole?" asked the waiter. "Just one from this morning," said Jeff. "Too bad, because I really like sloppy holes," said the waiter. "But I'm sure with that face your hole will never be completely empty" said the waiter thrusting his cock into Jeff's sperm hole. Jeff panted horny. "Fuck my hole and give me your seed. Squirt it deep inside my hole," begged Jeff. Jeff felt the waiter's cock throbbing in his ass. "Come on bitch, take my 3 day seed," growled the waiter. The waiter didn't even slow down and continued pounding Jeff's hole. "I have another load for the pretty slut," whispered the waiter in Jeff's ear. After five minutes of intense fucking, the he squirted another cum load inside Jeff. The waiter pulled up his pants and told Jeff to stay and wait. After five minutes there was a knock on the booth door and Jeff opened the door. Outside stood hotels janitor, a dark-skinned man over 60 years old. The man came into the booth and closed the door behind Jeff. Adam said you let fuck raw. The man started to unbutton his pants and grabbed Jeff's buttocks with one hand. Very quickly the man's thick cock was in Jeff's hole. "Sweet young cum whore's hole," the man moaned. The man fucked Jeff's ass from behind for at least ten minutes and every now and then slapped Jeff's ass hard. "Does your husband know that you're sharing your ass with everyone here at the conference," the man asked, pointing to Jeff's wedding ring. "I'm not gay. I have a wife and three kids," replied Jeff. "You unfaithful married little slut. You let men cum in your unprotected ass and then you go home to your little wife. You slut," the janitor said and roared and emptied his seed into Jeff's ass. Jeff still hadn't eaten anything, but the hunger for cum was greater than the hunger for food.

Hell yeah, I love sucking young hard meat. I'm 54 and my fuckboy Drew is 23. When he's lying on his back on the bed masturbating, when he cums his load ricochets off the wall behind the bed. Now imagine how that feels when my mouth os on his cock and he cums. His load blasts against the back of my mouth and within a few seconds my mouth is full - and I mean, full of his sperm. I gotta start swallowing while he's still cumming cuz his full load is too big for my mouth. So yeah I'll suck young dick any hand I get

Here's a perfectly valid correlation: How many guys like to kiss with a sheet of plastic wrap inbetween the mouths of the guys? How many guys like to suck off a Cock encased in a condom? There's virtually no "connection" available when there's a barrier of some sort. For many, it's that "connection" that allows us to be a part of each other when we Breed each other - raw - bareback - unencumbered by actual (and emotional) barriers. So protect yourself, get on PReP, all the other vaccinations, and share yourself deeply with your brothers, as they share themselves with you,

I was once fucked by a guy (I won’t blast his name out here) but he was in several scenes for Machofucker. Very hung top (11 inches) and fucked me like a bull. We only had one encounter but I will never forget it.

I will be there. On a couple panels and giving a seminar on Promiscuous Living. I'll be volunteering as well and of course being hyper-promiscuous

Yeah, that's hot. I've always liked fucking straight/married guys but it took me a while to start noticing rings. It's hot knowing the guy is married early on — a ring can do that. Like in a bathhouse situation. I just assume all their wives know their husbands get fucked. Communication is the key to a healthy relationship.😈🤙

Horny as fuck

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……….

**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.

**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.

2007 till 2011 A public toilet in the UK... Greater London... Walton on Thames. Was with 3 cubical's with 2 gloryholes in the walls. It Had 2 long urinals and was 24/7 open. This place turned out to be one of the best cottages. The horny business was really 24/7 going on there. I was surprised on my first visit... the looks (old and very sleazy), the smell (very heavy), the visitors very mixed some young but most where past 40 up till in there 70ties. You could find/see fresh cum blobs, dried everywhere and I mean everywhere. There where guys having sex in front of the long urinals and the 3 cubical's they did some heavy overtime. After waiting a while.... aprox. 15/20 min the left one came free. A older sleazy/shabby looking guy came out quickly after he pulled the water cord. He was still adjusting his cock in his pants. I got in and look the cubical over. The smell was pungent... not only from piss but for sure smelly cock, cum and ass (musky) smell. I saw the cum still dripping down from the gloryhole and there was a large puddle of cum on the floor. The guy in the middle cubical was clearly waiting for a new cock because as soon as I opened and dropped my pants I noticed him peaking through the hole at my cock. Because of my surroundings and the smell's my cock was rapidly getting hard. I looked at the Gloryhole and saw his finger running invite signals, to stick my cock through the hole. The the hole surroundings was just stained/dirty from I assumed cum, piss and ass juices. It made the whole situation for me sooooo fucking horny that I could not resist to offer my cock through the hole. I noticed that the guy on the other side first pulled my foreskin back looked at it and believed it or not the took a picture of my cock. I than noticed that he sniffed my cock and when he noticed the right potend cock smell he moaned when he swallowed my cock in his mouth. After minutes of giving head and taking more pictures (I believed with my cock in his mouth) I noticed movement at my feet. I saw his hand swiping the puddle of cum on the floor. I had a question mark on what he was doing.... And saw his hand going scoping the cum 3 times and disappearing. The 4th time he scoped the cum I noticed that he grabbed my cock with his cum covered hand and rubbed it al over the length of my pulsating cock lubing it. I than noticed that he stood up.... and without asking pinned his very sloppy en extremely lubed asspussy over my cock his ass went all the way down on my cock filthy and bareback. That was mind blowing for me. This was extremely dirty.... and fucking horny bareback. His asspussy felt sooo warm and slippery on my cock. He kept it there for a few minutes and than startet to milk/fuck my cock. It was clear that he just wanted my cum in his ass. And that is what he got from me. When I got home I inspected my cock.... it was very sticky and I noticed lots of dried up cum... and ass juices. The smell that came of my cock was mind blowing. I did not wash my cock for the next day's or so to enjoy the heavy smell. And I took that smell with me on my next Walton Bridge visit. I am back living in Holland now... and I do mis those sleazy/dirty cottage encounters a lot.

Two places come to mind where the sauna was dirty like hell and the debauchery was heavy. I am a Nomad and world traveler without a home address. I always try to find gay saunas or sometimes just bad adult bookstores or even cinemas. I was once in Santiago and came on a morning flight from abroad and had to wait until the evening to take the bus down south, so I had to kill at least 4 hours or so. A sauna I knew from a trip I had done in the past was a bit far and not open yet but there was one, I'd never visited before within a 15 to 20 minute walk from the bus station. So off I went. The place was called; Turkish Bath Chacabuco. It was dirty and not very secure for keeping your possessions safe. In the maze of the dark steamroom, sex was going on all around and I did get a couple of loads in my ass. I did manage to catch my bus. Another one was a lot of years later in Madrid, Spain where I was in desperate need of some loads. Walked 20 minutes from my hostel to "The Cage". It was actually a guy here on Breeding Zone that mentioned he had a blast of a good time there. Again, the place wasn't very clean and pretty small... maybe I was at the wrong time because most of the guys were talking at the bar. Apparently the place was build to have sex all over the place and in the open, but not much was going on there... No sauna or steam bath but all cruising. There were a couple of slings and there was fucking going on there... Of course all bare. So as soon as a sling came available I hoisted myself in there and had my legs up and ass forward and yes I did get serviced there nicely, I think about three times with a nice warm load in my ass... In Berlin I missed out because of the stupid Covid shit. Most other countries I went to all were more or less decent clean or proper places and I did get loads there as well. Now I am much more experienced and know what to look for and a lot more sleazier cum addict, so I could probably find more dirty places to get my loads, whereas in the earlier years I would be a bit more careful what place I would seek out. Most of the places in London when I was still very young, I never heard of. When I was in Amsterdam I had great succes in the NZ Sauna and left the place often well serviced and loaded. There is a sauna in Enschede called 'T Bölke, which I frequently visited when I lived in Holland and that was pretty good and clean. Not always to busy. In Arnhem there is Steamworks and that place is more a designers place, very beautiful, but up stairs the sauna and the darkrooms and maze were great places to get your fix and get depth charged during a Friday night or weekend. If I would go back to the Netherlands, Paris - France, Berlin in Germany or Barcelona, or any other big city, I would seek out more sleazy places or party venues to get loaded. First destination will be back to Central America; Costa Rica, El Salvador [wasn't impressed with Club Scandinavia in San Salvador - Salvadorians aren't much into Gringos], and eventually back to Mexico where I know some good fuck friends. We'll see what 2023 will bring. As it looks, we might as well enjoy whatever we have left in life in case the Nukes are starting to fly. Ps. as a Nomad and a bottom cumslut, I am always on the lookout for tops that can offer even a bed for a night or more in exchange for unlimited ass I am offering. So if you are on my route - the plan is NO plan - keep track of me through DM and let me know. Connect with me and send me your city and possibilities, so when I am near I can give you a shout. My ass is open and I love to get fucked, gang banged - do invite your friends - and much more...

I’ll be in town at Inn Leather at the end of the month for a couple of nights. I see that SLAMMERS 321 will be hosting CUMUNION while I’m there and thought I’d check it out. Wanted to ask anyone who has gone their thoughts on the place.

Falling for a Cum Vessel, part 3 One Year Later January 5, 2021, Tuesday, a horny morning. Three nights before I fucked a sexy muscle Venezuelan at a park; he came in seconds but I was blue balled. Today, I must fuck this load out. An ad on Doublelist: pic of an athletic dude in a jockstrap lying on his stomach. I’ve seen it before; it’s him, the hookup from a year ago, the one I hadn’t cum in after 40 minutes. The post is direct: “Visiting jock bottom, 35 5’11” 170, bi, muscular, white bubble butt jock ass looking for hung top. Anon can host." Same pic he sent a year before, and a KiK username. I message with a cock pic and hear back quick. Says he just just checked into his hotel. I shower and drive across town to the Best Western. Fucker makes me wait five minutes, and I wonder if he’s scheduled tops like the cumdump I fucked a week before. Finally, “Room 226, door will be open and ass up on edge of bed.” Walking in I’m hit with the smell of shower, sweat, and poppers. The room is dark, I close the door behind me, the inside handle feels lube-smooth. Sure enough he’s ass up on the edge of the bed, a shred of light coming from the curtains. He’s a fucking statue. I once stood behind The David looking up, unforgettable; now I gaze down at what The David looks like groveling. I drop to a knee and admire. This dude from a year ago, this sculpture of everything I’ve ever liked in a man’s body—he is mine once again. I rub my hands around his cheeks, lightly furry just like I remember. I wait to touch the hole, mainly to get him going but also because I’m not ready to verify if I’m the first top. A year ago at first touch I felt sweat, but maybe it was lube. Maybe a year ago I wasn’t the first top. Maybe a year ago I hadn’t fucked enough loaded holes to know the difference. I’m reminded of the cumdump a week before who warned me not to believe anything a cumdump tells you. He hits his poppers hard and I sniff around the edge of the hole. Smells of water and man musk, light soap. I rub my nose. It’s soft. I kiss, it’s softer than a rose petal. Finally my index finger: the hairs around the hole are a little too smooth and silky, like the door handle a minute ago. Should I ask if he’s been fucked already? I probe just the tip of my finger, he’s so tight! In a low voice I tell him, “Nice.” He responds a faint, “You like that?” “Best ass all year,” I say without thinking, and he chuckles. He even laughs at my dumb jokes, so I decide to verify nonverbally if he’s loaded. Hole is supple, taught, responds to my every lick and kiss the same it did a year ago. Spreading apart the hole, nibbling the cheeks beyond that. Slap and start to push the tongue in deep, tastes like umami and….but he’s keeping tight. He’s shutting me out. Does he not want me to tongue fuck? I take my cue and stand. There’s a small bottle of lube next to him, it’s also silky smooth, almost slimy like it was recently used mid-sex. I put a few drops on my rock hard head and rest it on the hole. I thump blood through my cock with force, his hole begins to wrap around the way I remember condoms doing. He’s pushing back and asks, “You want this?” A few more drops of lube and I go in slow. He hits poppers hard and holding his breath let’s out a deep, guttural, “Yeah. That’s it.” I take hold of his hips and he follows my pace right away, just like a year ago. In the past year I wished so damn much I’d taken a pic of his ass wrapped around my cock. “Will you take a pic with my phone?” he asks. I’m almost shocked. Did he just read my mind with his hole? Lights up, and Goddam! my cock is soaked. It’s as wet as the cumdump a week before, when I was the first and sixth load of the night. I start recording video instead. First some long strokes, balls deep, then full pull-outs to catch the shimmer down my shaft. He’s angling himself now to make the strokes rub his prostate, just like a year ago. Such skill on his knees, I’m enjoying this loaded hole better than the cumdump a week ago. He’s tightening in ways I’d only felt with a couple holes before. He’s got that deeper hole within, and none of the others could control it this way. It somehow squeezes and relaxes in unison with my strokes, not a beat lost. I can feel my balls tightening. He slides back more and the camera light catches the mirror next to the bed. This is what he meant by, “take my pic.” I bet he’s booked rooms in this hotel just for the mirror, and it’s not the first time he asks to get photographed. He’s a force of sex and semen, and he must have it documented well. I move the camera toward the mirror to record us both, it’s just close enough to display my cock disappearing through his cheeks. “Fuck that’s hot,” he half whispers, and he pushes back even more, his cheeks bouncing in the light. One leg is now standing, he did that so smoothly and didn’t lose the angle of the fuck. The other leg he pulls toward the mirror, an even better angle to view my cock sliding in and out of the hole. He’s such a fucking pro at this. Such a superior slut to the cumdump a week ago, and so much tighter. So much more control, the hole within a hole, deeper, tighter, rarer than a comet. He deserves a spank for being a such a star, beckoning to be touched. Spank. And another spank for not telling me he was already loaded. And another for giving me the runaround the past year when I’d see him on Grindr. And a last spank, this one so he knows that it’s mine. Camera off. I want him on his back now, and here I throw him off his rhythm. A second later he does as he’s told, knees immediately to chest. From behind another hit of poppers he watches me enter him. I wonder if he prefers not to see my face; the cumdump from a week before refused to get fucked on his back, said it needed to stay anon. I get to pounding. He still kisses as passionately and as intensely as I remember. He still gets even tighter on his back, and knows how to angle his hips to open up deeper. My cock head is now beyond that second hole, does it feel what I feel? I’m enveloped in it and in him. What little light we have helps make out the brown of his eyes, locked with mine as we cum seconds apart. He grins satisfied, almost proudly, and here his kisses turn curt and peckish. Time to go. He watches me get dressed from the dark of the bed, his silly baseball cap now by his side. Does he remember me, is that why he hesitated to get on his back? If he does, is he wondering if I came? He seemed bothered a year ago that I hadn’t. “Send me that vid on kik soon.” He says he will and thanks me. “You’re welcome. Message me if you visit town again.” Back in the bright hallway, satisfied that I came, I remember that a year ago he said that he worked and lived in town. Was he lying back then or was he lying now about visiting? How many loads did I just churn? Is there a guy about to walk in after me, and was he made to wait outside five minutes, too? Should I wait in my truck and watch the tops go in and out like I did with the cumdump a week ago? No, that’s stupid, and I’m better than that. I turn the ignition, drive off, and turn on the radio. I hear a foreign economist explaining new interest rates, “People must now ask themselves how deep do they want to dig into a hole?’” I chuckle, appreciate the unintended innuendo, and realize that I started digging in a year ago. No going back.

The same thing isn't going to work all of the time in every place. As someone who travels a lot I have learned that I have to get a feel for the place and go with the flow.

I definitely keep anyones load inside me. Depending on how much or how deep the seed went into me that may be difficult. Many times I have gone to sleep filled with nut only to wake up having to release it. THere is nothing more intoxicating then the scent of semen that has been marinating all night in a man's anus

I never push it out but sometimes a little will leak out.

I genuinely don’t care. I assume that I’m getting dirty loads one way or another. I actually find the idea that I don’t care hot. Makes me feel more submissive to let guys use me no questions asked. On a couple occasions I’ve even had guys tell me they have stuff and told them to fuck me anyway.

I had something kinda similar happen to me a couple years ago. A guy who hit me up on Grindr had me n my husband come over, he said he was 18, n we snuck into his parents basement. He fucked me as my husband watched (he likes to watch men fuck n breed me), n then we left. A couple weeks later rolled by, n someone said that they were his parents, n they were going to report me to the police because the guy was 15, despite his profile saying different. I blocked him, but he continued to harass me, to the point that I told him if the guy was 15 years old, he had my phone number, to call the police. Once I said that the texts n calls ceased.

My ring is always on and guys love. And my wife has no clue I get fucked.

My fantasy is to chug a one-litre container filled to the brim with warm, freshly squirted cum. I'd lift it up to my lips and not put it down until it was empty.

Regarding "the curve" I'll begin with a confession. Many years ago, a man was working my hole with a 7 inch dildo, and lost his grip and the entire thing went deep in my hole. We couldn't get the damn thing out, so I went to the E.R. The doctor had me on my hands and knees and told me to arch my back down and get my chest as close to the table as possible. He said that would straighten the curve and using some kind of long forceps he was able to extract it. Point to my story is position is key, so try different ones. And be careful what you insert.

I'd suggest not ever supplying your face pic in the future, too many sexstortionists on-line these days.

Nobody actually famous, but in my personal Hall of Fame are my first man and my dear, sweet friend with benefits.

If a bottom tells a top to stop, and the top does not. At that point it is no longer consensual. I'm sorry but this shitty way of thinking that a sub/bottom must not ever tell a top to stop and to not pull out is ridiculous. Stop means stop.

Have to say, tried the frozen option, as well as fridge on a weekend session. I have taken a few loads from freezer (usually defrost and leave to room temp). Greedy fucker, so will take what's on offer.

Neither would I ... younger guys should have as much as they want/need*. I think it takes a bit of "seasoning" before guys realize that there's more to be experienced than shooting/taking loads. *obviously, every guy should take advantage of all the preventative medications first. The last thing we need is to go back to those endless "celebrations-of-life" we had to suffer through for several years.

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/

**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.

The best is when you’re up against the wall as you’re being facefucked so that they shoot their huge load down your throat and it fills your mouth because there’s so much. Since you’re a good pig you have to swallow every last drop right then and there. And once done beg for some more

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.”

Convertion party… Whoring out my neg bug chaser bf this weekend, looking for those off meds tops with a huge viral load to come breed this cumdumpster willing hole slut and fill him with your gifts 😈

Part 11 My heart was pounding and my stomach was in knots realizing what I had just asked Drew to do. What I had just given him permission to do. I was scared as hell of the pain that I knew I would feel when he first entered me. Pain Kevin had said was intense. Pain he'd said would turn to pleasure. I hoped it didn't take long to feel the pleasure. Maybe I can still back out, I told myself. Before anything happens. He'd stop if I asked him to, wouldn't he? I was just about to tell Drew I'd changed my mind. That I didn't think I could go through with it. Then Ryan was slipping the stem of the glass pipe between my lips and like a trained pet I automatically started drawing the smoke in, needing it to calm my fears and nerves. As I sucked harder than I think I had before I felt Drew's fingers circling around my hole. He had his eyes locked on mine, his young handsome face smiling widely, a smile of animal hunger, of sexual energy, and of what I would later realize was a look of victory. “Yeah, daddy, smoke yourself up good. Let the fuck smoke feed your hunger for what you need your son to give you. What all of us can give you. But I'm going to be the first. My cock will be the first one in your ass. Just like it was the first one in your mouth. Your son's cock.” I exhaled an unbelievably huge cloud and was lost in Drew's words and the feeling of his fingers pushing against my tight hole. The thought of telling him I'd changed my mind was completely gone. I wanted him inside me. “Oh yes, boy. I want to feel your cock inside me. My son's hard dick taking my cherry ass. Please son do it. Please!” I moaned, and then gasped as I felt Drew's finger begin edging in. “What kind of ass daddy?” he asked in a deep sensual voice as his finger moved just a bit deeper past my anal ring. I gazed at him unsure of what he meant. “My cherry ass,” I repeated. I felt Drew begin rotating his finger back and forth just as I felt Ryan's lips begin sucking on one of my hard nips. I arched my back and heard Drew say, “Your cherry cheating married ass, daddy. Right? You want your dirty partyed-up cheating married ass fucked and bred by your own son. Isn't that right daddy?” “Oh fuck yesss! I need my cheating married daddy ass fucked! I need it fucked by you son! Take it boy. Make me know what it feels like!” Drew pushed his finger deeper still as Ryan started using his teeth on my sensitive nip. I was moaning in total heat and squirming on the table beneath me. Then Drew's finger was suddenly gone. I groaned and asked him to put it back in me. “I will daddy. But let's hit the pipe again first okay?” I eagerly agreed and started to sit up. “Just stay on your back daddy. Hey Kevin, see my shorts there on the ground? Yeah right there. Pull that baggie out of the pocket and bring it here. We want to make sure we have enough,” he laughed looking at me as Ryan was once again feeding the pipe to me. “Isn't that right, daddy? We don't want to run out of the smoke while you're getting your first ass-fucking, do we?” I exhaled a thick white cloud and anxiously answered him. “No, no we don't. It makes me feel so horny. It makes me want to do everything with all three of you.” “That's the idea buddy,” Kevin said as he handed the full baggie to Drew then leaned down to kiss me. “The smoke makes everything better and nastier. It'll definitely make your first fuck easier to take.” I laid there, my head on the table and my eyes closed, feeling the sexual urgency grow stronger as the smoke took more and more control of my body and mind. Then, my eyes flew open and I moaned in extreme pleasure and surprise. Drew had dropped to his knees and was expertly and aggressively eating out my ass, pushing his tongue deep into my hole. “Oh..oh gawd yessssssss son!” I yelled out. “Eat my hole! Fucking eat my married ass! Oh damn you're making daddy feel so good baby! Ah fuck yeahhhhhhhhh!!” As I felt Drew pushing my legs up and back I felt the table move as someone climbed onto it. I opened my eyes to see Kevin standing over me jacking his hard man-dick and grinning at me lewdly. “While Drew's eating your ass buddy, how about you eat mine some more? I bet there's still some of Ryan's cum in there for you to felch out and swallow.” “Fuck yeah! Sit on my face you fucking stud! Give me that ass and the cum in it!” As Kevin began to lower himself I reached up and grabbed his hips bringing his ass down to my mouth and noisily started feeding on his hairy hot daddy ass!! I licked and sucked on his hole, pushing my tongue inside and hoping to taste more of Ryan's cum. Ah yeah, there it is! I moaned in satisfaction and eagerness as I tasted the young stud's seed on my tongue before swallowing it to join what I'd eaten earlier. At the same time I was going crazy feeling the sensations Drew's thick wet tongue was making my ass feel. At that moment everything centered on my mouth and my ass hole, and the intense pleasure they were receiving from these two sexy men. Then, even though I was lost in all that we were doing, I became aware of a burning in my ass. I tried to ignore it but it grew quickly and was replacing the pleasure Kevin's ass and Drew's tongue had been giving me. I pushed up on Kevin's asscheeks and pulled my mouth from his spit-soaked hole. “Oh fuck man! It's burning! What's wrong? Why is it burning so bad?! Please make it stop!”, I pleaded. I looked down my naked sweaty body and saw Drew standing up between my legs again, smiling at me, one hand stroking his hard meat and the fingers of his other hand caressing the edges of my wet hole. “It's okay daddy”, he said. “Nothing's wrong. It'll stop burning in just a minute or two. I slid a couple small pieces of the shards we've been smoking inside your ass. It's called a booty bump. Doing it that way gets it in your system quicker and increases your need for more fun and helps you give into it all even more.” Ryan was on the table sitting next to me and rubbing a hand across my chest and abs. “And it'll make it a lot easier for you to take your first dick,” he said in a husky whisper. His hand caressing me and Drew's fingers gently circling my hole felt so good, and I realized the unpleasant burning had eased up. In fact it was almost gone. And in the same instant that realization hit me, I realized there was another feeling coming to life in my hole. A new burning. But this wasn't a painful burning. Instead it was a burning and growing hunger in my ass. A need to have something inside me. I groaned deep in my throat and spread my legs wider. Opening my eyes I looked at Drew and saw the grin on his face widen. “Yeah, you're feeling it now daddy, aren't you? You need something don't you?”, he asked, slipping two fingers inside my dripping hole. “Yes! Fuck yes son! I need you to fuck me! I need your cock in my hungry cheating married ass! Please son! Fuck me! Fuck your daddy!!” “That's what I wanted to hear, daddy,” Drew said in an almost sinister tone. I felt the pressure of his cockhead pushing against my never-before breached hole and then the unimagined pain as Drew, my son, began to give me my first fuck! (more on the way)

Prefer without gloves.....I like to check out the hands first to make sure theyre not rough but basically skin on skin is the best and when topping I want to feel all of the wonderful sensations of the bottoms hole

Tennis players? New balls, a few ralleys and several aces I bet 😉

If we've moved to bartenders... Back in the day when the upper level of the Phoenix (NOLA) was pretty wide open, I spent an evening slipping under the bar to drink the barman's piss so he never had to fight the crowds in the bathroom having sex.

Nice but when does Big Brother get pozzed

I got a massage in Sydney by a hot guy. The massage was awesome, and at the end he was rock hard (as was I lol) and he got me off the table and fucked me raw from behind over the table and flooded my insides with a load. Obviously he stayed hard, and while still in me with his body pressed up against mine he leaned in and kissed my neck and said he needed to piss. I said go for it. As he slowly felt my chest from behind and kissed my neck, I started to feel his warm piss fill my hole and it felt amazing. Feeling him fill my arse with his piss felt amazing and he groaned as he let it all go. In the end he slowly pulled out and like some of the other comments say, may arse clenched tight naturally and I didn't lose a drop. I held it there for a few more minutes as we made out some more then went to the shower where I had to let it go. But it really was a magical feeling and I am always up for it now 🙂 Enjoy it!

At long, long, long last … Part 4. (First: Sincere apologies for the delay). The story has not developed exactly the way I had planned out, but I think will still reach the original ending (more or less). The next part is almost done (just some proofreading) and I hope to have the final chapter up by Monday. I hope you enjoy. ————— PART 4: LEARNING TO SERVE Ryan thought about calling Jared again but, well, what was the point? It had been four days since the night at the sauna and Jared had not responded to calls, voicemails, or texts. He knew his friend was ok — a mutual acquaintance reported seeing him in class — but Jared was being an asshole and giving him the silent treatment. Fine. Fuck it He had wanted Jared to stop being so clingy for years. Now he had his wish. Who cares? So why did he feel so shit about it? The club was dead tonight, but it was a weeknight so he wasn’t sure what he had expected. Well… What he expected, of course, was getting fucked. Or… hoped for it at least. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night in the sauna. The problem was that he was hanging out in a club that attracted people who looked like him. And who, if they were looking for sex at all, were not looking to top. He had heard some guys referring to it as a “twink” bar. And it was true. It was brightly lit, house music blaring, and, if he had to put a word on it, “safe”. And boring. The few guys here were all slim, pretty, and raging queens. Definitely not his type. Not at all. Again he thought back to the night at the sauna, to the three chavs who had taken turns on his ass. He tried, not quite successfully, to block out the memory of the fourth man. The man who had found him sleeping. Not for the first time he asked himself how he felt about it. Had he enjoyed the sex? Did it matter that the guy wasn’t really attractive? Best not to think about it. Enough. He needed to try somewhere new or end up wanking alone in the dorm. Again. He finished his drink and headed to the door. It was only a short walk to the bar he was looking for: “The Bird of Prey”. And the men here were much more his type: at least a couple years older than himself (most significantly older), less obsessed with being “pretty”, more confident, and definitely more “dangerous”. He had been here before. Well, he had been outside. Like now. Wanting to go in…but nervous as well. This bar seemed more real. Grittier. Sexier. It made the club he had just left feel like training wheels for gays. “They would eat you alive, boy.” A voice said behind him. Ryan jumped. Literally. Jumped. He was glad the street was dark so the stranger couldn’t see him blush. “Sorry… didn’t mean to scare you.” Ryan turned to face the man behind him. The man didn’t quite tower above him, but something about his presence made Ryan feel small. But he was stunning: the chocolate colour skin, the well trimmed beard, the close cropped black hair, the muscled body not even remotely hidden by the leather jacket. “You didn’t scare me.” Ryan lied. Trying to sound confident although his voice betrayed him. “And I was just about to go in.” “Well, if you’re sure… let’s go in together. Let me buy you a drink... and I’ll protect you from these vultures.” The man put his arm around Ryan’s shoulder and guided him toward to the door to the bar. “I’m Carl by the way.” “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.” Ryan hoped his smile wasn’t too goofy. This guy was hot and he loved the feel of that hard body against his. The bar was packed with men of all types and ages: from lean builds, to muscle, to heavyset. From Ryan’s age to pensioners. But even the guys his own age seemed older. There was nothing “twinkish” about them. Nothing remotely innocent in those eyes. Hot! Some men were in leather, others in rubber, some in street clothes, and some in gear that Ryan didn’t have a name for. Some were covered head to toe, others bare chested. The room was steamy from all the men and Carl slid his jacket off. His body was every bit as fit as Ryan had expected. And more so. His pecs pulled the shirt tight at his chest before his body tapered down to a lean and tight waist. Tattoo’s covered both arms... very toned and muscular arms. Carl led Ryan to the bar and ordered a beer for himself and, without asking, a whisky and coke for Ryan. And two shots of something… strong. Ryan could barely choke it down but he wanted to look cool so he forced himself to do it. The whisky and coke went down much easier, however, and before Ryan knew it he was already on his second. And feeling very warm and buzzed. When Carl’s hand slipped down to cup his ass, Ryan happily allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace. A kiss. And the demanding tongue into his mouth. — MEANWHILE — Jared leaned into Hal as they approached Hal’s apartment. At times Hal could be so… controlling. The arm around Jared’s shoulders sometimes seemed as much like a way to restrain him as it was a sign of affection. And yet, while he might not admit it, Jared liked the feeling. The feeling of being protected, guided, controlled. Surrendering just a bit to the dominant man. So he didn’t argue or complain. It was something else that had him feeling nervous. Their date this evening had been wonderful and the restaurant had been so romantic. But then at times Hal would turn cruel with a vicious comment or correcting something Jared said or did. He didn’t know what to expect from minute to minute. When they reached the apartment, Hal gave Jared a little pat on the butt. “Go grab me a beer out of the fridge. And make yourself a drink the way I taught you.” Jared grimaced. He still felt guilty every time he drank alcohol. It was a sin... but Hal would get upset if he didn’t. And he wanted to make Hal happy. If Hal was happy he might make love to him again. It had been painful but he had felt so... empty... since he had given his virginity. He wanted to feel his lover inside again. When he brought back the beer, Hal had his shoes off and his feet on the sofa. Jared handed over the beer and wondered where he should sit. “Here, sit down next to the sofa for now. My feet are aching and I need to put them up for a bit.” Jared sat on the floor where Hal had indicated, near Hal’s uncovered feet. He dutifully sipped at his drink. “Why don’t you rub my feet a bit. Maybe that’ll make them feel better.” “Um... ok.” Jared ran his hand along the big feet, unsure what to do. He had never been asked to rub someone’s feet before. “Not like that, damn it. Use your fucking thumbs on the arches like this.” He demonstrated what he expected in the air. “Sorry, Hal.” Jared tried to replicate the motion. “Is that better?” “Yeah. That’s nice. You keep doing that and you are going to get me hard.” Jared redoubled his efforts. “Now your getting into it. So... you like my feet?” “They are so big. Just like all of you.” Jared replied, blushing. “Why don’t you give them a kiss? Show me how much you really like them.” Jared was hesitant but shifted in his position on the floor and placed his lips on the top of Hal’s foot. The feet didn’t smell bad, he decided, perhaps just a bit sweaty. In fact, they smelled so “Hal-like” that Jared found himself enjoying it. “Good boy.” Hal purred. “Look what you are doing to me.” Jared turned and his eyes settled on Hal’s fingers caressing a growing bulge in his jeans. That almost ever-present emptiness in Jared’s butt seemed to quiver in anticipation. “Why don’t you give my foot a little lick. Show me what you want to do for my cock.” There was something sharp in Hal’s voice that Jared couldn’t understand. And something in himself that was so excited by it. He was turning a corner. He knew it. He was finding something new about himself. Something that he couldn’t understand. Or maybe just wasn’t ready or willing to understand yet. His tongue slowly flicked out and caressed the sole of Hal’s big foot. It tasted so good! He licked again. And again. “Fuck yeah. Do my other foot, boy.” Hal had his cock out now, slowly stroking. “You look so good on your knees like that.” Jared just moaned in reply. Unwilling to remove his mouth long enough to actually talk. — MEANWHILE — Ryan gagged. Snot and mucous flowed from his nose and mouth. He was barely aware of the crowd gathered around the two of them in the dark corner of The Bird of Prey’s back room. Carl’s strong hands held his head firmly in place while driving his cock into Ryan’s throat. Ryan had jacked off to “skullfuck” videos but he was finding the reality a lot more traumatic. And he wasn’t sure if all the alcohol was helping or making it worse. The grip on his head tightened. Ryan felt, rather than heard, Carl’s moans and groans. The big cock expanded and spasmed. And Carl unleashed his load deep in Ryan’s throat. After a moment, Carl pulled back, freeing Ryan to breathe but leaving the tip of his dick in Ryan’s mouth. His hands still firmly holding Ryan’s head in place. Ryan stayed on his knees, looking up at Carl. He must look a mess. Hair disheveled, eyes red, still gasping for air, face and shirt covered with the mucous the skull fuck had brought up. The crowd around them laughed and cheered, reminding Ryan they were there. He saw more than one mobile phone out recording. Oh fuck. He wanted to tell people to delete those videos! But he forgot about the crowd again when Carl’s dick flexed again at his lips. And he felt his mouth fill with liquid. Warm, salty liquid. Piss! Carl was pissing in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out but Carl’s cock in his mouth and firm grip on his head kept him from doing so. It was so disgusting, he told himself. So gross! So why was his cock rock hard? “Drink it.” Carl ordered. Ryan had no choice but to swallow as much of the piss as he could. Quite a bit leaked out around his lips and flowed to join the mucous soaking his shirt but still his stomach quickly filled with the hot liquid. Carl finally released his head. Ryan pulled back and the big black cock slipped out of his mouth. He struggled to regain his breath. Carl’s strong arms picked him up and spun him around. Hands unfastened his belt and his jeans and underwear were slid down. Carl’s lips and tongue found his hole. Teasing. Tormenting. Arousing. Invading. Ryan surrendered again to the dominant man’s will. It felt much too good to resist. NEXT: RYAN ACCEPTS, JARED DESCENDS

Paul, my student aide came into my office on Friday before the Wrestling matches began and flopped into a chair opposite my desk. “Coach, I am really conflicted about what happened a couple weeks back between us.” “Really? What’s the conflict?” “It felt right at the time, but I’m not gay. Sure, I’ve crushed on hot guys before, but I never wanted to have sex with them. Then you came along and all I think about is being with you and in your arms.” I got up and walked around the desk and behind the chair he was sitting in and hugged him from behind, saying “Paul, you are one hot athlete and I’m sure you have both sexes lusting after you, but you like cock more than pussy, embrace it.” “But coach, I want you.” “Well, for now you are going to have to share, and I need to get to the wrestling room for a match. You want to come along?” He followed along like a puppy and stood by my side most of the match. Our team did a very good job of pinning the other team’s wrestlers and we soon had a good lead in the match. Although not all my wrestlers won their matches, they all put on a great show and many were showing more than just their skills in their singlets. I was pleased with the results when the final match was finished with the other team closing the gap in overall points, still our team dominated the match and pulled off the victory. I phoned the house to see if Billy had finished with the preparations for our guests who would be camping out by the pool and in the wrestling practice room, as I had agreed to house the opposing team so they wouldn't have to spend the night on the road and could get a fresh start in the morning rested up. I met up with the other coach in my office after the match. As he was congratulating me on the victory, he looked around my office noticing no pictures of the female gender even on my desk. I turned around to find him very close and very hard. The opposing coach was a little older than me but like me still had a great physic and with his dark blond hair closely cropped and piercing blue eyes he was a hot wet dream. He cupped my growing cock and soon had my pants down around my ankles and my cock buried in his throat. He worked my cock for about five minutes before planting a hot kiss on my lips then backing away and apologizing to me. I was a bit taken aback by the sudden burst of emotion, only to learn that it was a common occurrence in this athletic conference for the losing coach to blow the winning coach after the match. I chuckled, threw my arm over his shoulder and lead him to my SUV to take him to my house for the night. Billy had mad the preparations for our guest and the victory party, which included inviting our cheerleaders, Jessica and Sally for those boys who preferred pussy over cock (or a little taste of both). The guys and Bob, the opposing coach, had arrived, and I was settling up on the patio where Troy was barbecuing some dogs and chicken thighs. I showed Bob the wrestling practice room where a dozen sleeping bags were already strewn on the floor and much to Bob’s surprise, one of his middle weights pinned to the mat, flat on his back, legs in the air, with one of my feather weight wrestlers balls deep raw up his ass pounding away at the heaver guys rectum. My featherweight wrestler turned his head and winked at me before dumping a load deep in the guy’s hole, then kept pumping into him working his most likely toxic load around inside. As I leaned into Bob and kissed him I could hear my boy dump his second load up his opposing teammate boy cunt. I gave Bob the tour of the residence, the dorm rooms the workout room, the shower/sauna area. He was intrigued about the area so I grabbed an empty locker and took his clothes off and stored them in the locker; with him standing naked before me I slowly undressed teasing him with my striptease. I lead him into the steam room where several of our team players were already enjoying the steam and each other, the room smelled of man sex and Bob soon had my cock in his mouth again, as he sucked me Bill came up behind him and began rubbing his cock on Bob’s hole, Bob moaned and Bill slid his tool into his ass slowly stretching his hole. As Bill plowed into Bob’s backside I feed him my engorged cock. I slid out from under him as I felt myself getting close and one of my swimmers slid into my place to feed Bob his penis. Bill dropped his thick load inside Bob and as he slid out one of His wrestlers slid in to get a feel of his coaches’ hole. A train was soon forming behind Bob and a mixture of players from both my teams and Bob’s soon had a chance to dump their loads into the coach. I got in line and, after about four guys had enjoyed themselves in Bob's ass, slid home in the sloppy hole filled with at least five loads of jism. It didn’t take me long before I pumped a load into Bob. Afterwards I exited the steam room, leaving Bob to get his fill. I wandered around for a short time before running into Paul who was strolling around in a jock strap barely containing his stiff member; I threw an arm over his shoulders as we walked into the great room where a few guys were having a good time with Sally and Jessica. I whispered in Paul’s ear that if he wanted a hot pussy here was his chance, he seemed hesitant, so I lead him over to Jessica who was busy sucking a visiting player's cock. I reached down and fingered her slit and then let Paul lick my fingers. She was damp, but not sloppy, so I pushed Paul down into her crotch, he began licking her snatch and fingering her hole. I plopped down next to her on the couch and watched as Paul got his first taste of pussy. I leaned in and helped her suck the wrestler's cock, our tongues fighting and kissing the ridged tool. Paul lifted his head and I pulled him into the fray of cocksucking, and kissing, this brought his groin level to Jessica’s pussy so I took my hand and pulled his jock aside and guided his stiffy into the warm moist depths of a hot pussy. He began to pump into the slut and soon dumped his load unintentionally into her. He pulled out and she cleaned off his cock I then lead him out to the patio where I continued to kiss and caress him making him hard again. My attentions and the activities of the other boys sucking and fucking around the pool and in the wrestling practice room had him with a raging boner again, as I lead him to a chaise lounge and continued to entice him lowering him down on his back and climbing on top of him our bodies pressed tightly together I straddled his chest and feed him my cock for a while before lowering my hole onto his throbbing shaft. My hole was still moist form the last load I took in the steam room while waiting for my turn on Bob’s hole. I slid down his shaft and started fucking myself on his tool. Paul was surprised that I wanted him inside me but did not hesitate to push back inside my hole as I rocked forcing it in and out. After about ten minutes of riding his cock he forced me onto my back and took over and pounded me on my back driving his penis deep into my colon then releasing his seed deep just past the second ring making me spew my load between us. We both jumped into the pool to refresh and to wash the sweat and spooge off our bodies. Upon exiting we surveyed the orgy that had occurred between the three of my teams and Bob’s wrestlers most of which seemed to be taking cocks like champions. Paul hugged me and whispered in my ear that he thought he had caught my bug and after fucking me wanted to fuck some of these hunky visiting wrestlers to spread my DNA to them as well. The fucking and sucking and such started to wind down around 3:00 A.M., and Bob asked me to help round up his players so they could at least get some sleep before heading home later that morning. I suspected that even after we got them rounded up some might start fucking each other rather than sleep. We rounded up the players and I lead them all back to the training room where their sleeping bags were, most were bare ass naked and dripping cum from their holes I fingered several as they walked past me and it was evident that most had taken several loads and as raw as many of their cocks were I’d say they pumped quite a few as well. I headed back to my bed with Paul and Charles and Jay in tow. I asked them to use me tonight as my hole was hungry and they then took turns pumping their loads into my hungry hole. I fell asleep with their loads in me and woke to my hole being used by Bob and his team. I ended up taking all their loads before sending them on their way, after Paul inserted a butt plug in my well used hole. Upon their departure in their bus I pulled Bob aside and told him that some of the skanky bitches that showed up to the parties were pretty loose, if he knew what I meant, so he might want to have the entire team tested in a few weeks for STI’s since many of them not only fucked the chicks before doing each other and my guys and that I’d be having my guys tested as well as is my policy. I didn't tell him I already knew of what my results would yield, but I’m sure at least half of his team was exposed to HIV and at least one or more of the other STD’s which my players regularly got from being athletic whores. TBC – more fun at the pool