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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.

**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.

Horny as fuck

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”.

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.😈🤙

Brett finally settled into his seat on the plane, with his cock still slightly slick from the twink’s hole. He’d followed the boy to a single occupant restroom tucked in a corner slightly away from the main corridor. “Hey,” Brett had said locking the door behind him. “Hey. Glad you followed me.” “I figured you might be able to help me out with this little problem.” Brett had grabbed his crotch then, making the outline of his cock even more obvious in his pants. “Doesn’t look so little,” replied the twink. “Why don’t you find out.” The twink had made the first move, without ever introducing himself properly, he leaned forward and kissed Brett roughly. His hands had found Brett’s nipples, making the older man groan. Brett grabbed at his young companion’s slim body. He ran his hands downward till they landed on the twink’s ass, and squeezed the firm meat there. The twink moaned into Brett’s mouth, and pulled back a little bit. “You like what you feel back there?” “Absolutely.” “Good.” He leaned in for another kiss, but Brett took control of the situation and pushed the twink to his knees. Now face to face with Brett’s engorged crotch, he quickly got Brett’s belt undone and his jeans around his ankles. Brett’s cock was too hard to be contained by the white bike jock he wore, and the thick purple head was sticking out of the side of the fabric already. The twink licked at the shining precum, grinning up at Brett happily. Then he pulled the fabric aside and dove forward. In one swift move he opened his jaw wide and swallowed Brett to the hilt. Brett let out a stifled moan, trying not to make too much noise. This young twink’s throat felt incredible, and he was certainly no stranger to sucking cock. He bobbed forward and back, making a wet slurping sound each time. Thick globs of spit soon coated Brett’s cock and trailed down the twink’s chin. Brett laced his fingers in the back of the boy’s dark hair and forced his cock deeper. He could easily have blown his load down the twink’s throat but he couldn’t get that surprisingly meaty ass out of his mind. He grabbed the twink and hauled him to his feet. In one quick move Brett spun the young man around and bent him forward over the sink. He shoved the twinks pants to the floor, followed by the tiny briefs he wore that barely covered his cheeks. Brett licked his lips. Despite being slight of build, the twink had powerful runner’s legs, and a round muscled ass. Thick dark hair swirled up the muscular stalks, and across his buns. Brett pulled the boy’s cheeks apart and dove in. The twink’s hole was as experienced as his mouth. The small sweet pink pucker quickly opened and winked as Brett’s tongue pushed against it. Little gasps and whimpers escaped his mouth as he felt the older man expertly ready him for what promised to be a good but rough fucking. Brett spat big wads of spit onto the boy’s hole, working it in and around with his tongue till the boy’s crack glistened. He stood up and rubbed his cock head up and down, adding his precum to the mix. He brought one hand up to the boy’s mouth, covering it lightly, and lined his dick up with the other. Then he pushed forward. Very gently Brett entered the twink’s hole. A muffled gasp told Brett the boy was enjoying the sudden feeling of fullness. He worked himself in till his balls were against the boy’s cheeks, and then held still. He let the twink pant into his hand for a moment, getting use to Brett’s pulsing fullness inside him. When the twink was breathing normally again Brett pulled back, till only his big fat mushroom head remained inside the twink’s quivering hole. After a beat he pushed back in, not forcefully but with more pressure than before. He repeated this over and over turning the boy’s ass into a warm wet hole perfect for breeding. The twink let out a sigh, and arched his back a little more: he was ready. Brett took his hand from the boy’s mouth and held onto the twink’s hips with both hands. Now the real fuck was starting. He hammered in and out. The twink bit his shirt to keep from making noise as he gave his ass to this older stranger. Sweat dripped down both of them, and the bathroom felt hot. The sound of slapping flesh bounced off the tile walls. This wasn’t going to be a long fuck. Brett felt his orgasm boiling in his balls and leaned in to the twink’s ear. “I’m going to breed you so fucking deep boy.” “Fuck yes, give me your load.” “Fucking slut,” Brett growled and then unloaded inside of the twink. The boy pushed his hips back and squeezed his ass while feverously jerking his own cock. Brett flexed his cock again and the twink groaned, his load splattering across the floor. “Fuck, thank you,” he said, turning awkwardly to kiss Brett again. “No, damn. Thank you.” Brett shifted in his seat on the plane, his cock was hard again. The twink had been a good distraction but hadn’t slaked his lust at all. It would take something very specific to do that. As Brett was fantasizing about the looks of surprise on his husband and nephew’s faces when he turned up at the hotel, Luke was sitting uncomfortably in a lawn chair waiting out the last hours of the garage sale his mother had planned. He’d dragged his chair into the shadow of open swing up garage door, seeking a little reprieve from the baking sun. All around the driveway were long folding tables that had been borrowed from the basement of what seemed like every family friend his parents had. At the beginning of the day they had been heaped high with all of the things Luke had pulled out to sell from the attic. Old sports equipment, vintage toys, and cooking implements, dusty paperbacks, and holiday decorations spilled out of carboard boxes all with prices written in his mother’s big clear handwriting. His whole family had been there earlier, frantically selling off all of the good items, leaving Luke to managed the picked over discards. A thin but almost constant trickle of sweat ran down Luke’s back, slipping past the loose fabric of his thin tank top and down into the band of his short slowly soaking the jock he wore. He leaned back in the chair, and ran his fingers through his hair. The musky smell of his own puts made his cock swell momentarily. He looked at his watch, only two more hours and he could pull all this stuff inside the garage for the night and go meet his uncle back at the hotel. The tension of being at the garage sale earlier with Nick and his family had been strange. It was both fun and terrifying. Pretending like they hadn’t sent almost every night together for weeks was almost impossible. They knew so much about each other now, had such an easy rhythm and banter, but all of that had to be pressed down. Luke’s dad might have been totally cool with having a gay brother, and was incredibly supportive of his gay son; but the two of them having sex… that was a different story. In anticipation of the garage sale they had concocted a way for them to meet, and an excuse for them to have had a few drinks. Something that sounded reasonable: the older gay uncle offering wisdom and advice to his nephew. That way some of their familiarity was excused. Luke’s mother even commented on how nice it was that they seemed to be getting close. Luke had blushed scarlet when she said that. All of the family tension aside there had been an electricity to the secret too. Seeing Nick move boxes around, his ass framed in a black jock under rather short basketball shorts. Watching Nick’s white shirt slowly become more and more translucent as he sweated under the scorching sun. It had turned Nick on. He’d spent the whole morning trying to hide the slight swelling in his own crotch. The fact that his ass was still slick with Nick’s cum from the quick fuck they’d had that morning before driving over separately didn’t help either. When Luke’s parents and Nick had made to leave a few hours ago Nick had turned to Luke and said, “Hey, can you help me put this in my rental car really quick,” and handed Luke a box. Nick had parked around the corner, and now alone they shared a quick kiss. “I’ll see you back at the hotel tonight,” Nick had asked. “You think I’m going to miss our last three nights?” “Sorry to leave you stuck here.” “Its alright. It would be hard to explain why you skipped out on lunch with my parents to hang here.” They both laughed lightly. “I don’t mind really. I might get some reading done.” “Alright, hurry back. I’ll see you tonight.” “Bye.” Another quick kiss, and Luke ran back around the corner. Nick watched Luke’s ass bounce in his running shorts, the firm meaty cheeks pushed up by the straps of his jockstrap. God, he thought, I could fuck that ass forever. Luke pulled his backpack up from the ground next to his chair and pulled out the Nick’s journal. With one leg propped up to hide his inevitable erection he started reading. August 14th, 1977 After yesterday I was worried Brett was upset with me. We got back to the apartment, had a quiet dinner and then both passed out hard. It was too hot to really cuddle so we were just sprawled next to each other, both still sticky with cum, all night. When we got up Brett was still kind of quiet. He made coffee and just read the paper. It wasn’t until I kissed his head walking past him at the table that he said anything. “How do you feel?” “What do you mean?” “Well, yesterday was sort of a lot…” “I’m sorry, look it was… but if that wasn’t something that you… I mean that… I’d never want to upset you, but the heat of the moment, and… I… God…. fuck…” I trailed off. Brett just looked at me sort of confused. “Upset? No! I was worried you felt like that was too far… that you would be uncomfortable. Jesus. I’ve never seen anything hotter. Watching you get fucked by all those men. Seeing the lust on your face. It was so fucking hot!” I walked over to him and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He put the paper down and I straddled him in the chair. We were both hard. “I’m glad you feel like that… because I loved it.”

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...

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

I never would have guessed you were 18," the clerk said handing me back my id. With a shaky hand, i reached for it. Nervous as to what to expect and nervous I would be seen, I almost turned and just bolted. But I had waited too long. After a few hookups in the bookstore booths, I wanted to experience the baths and see if it was really true, that they were just places for men to fuck non stop. Remembering the directions he had given me, i followed the turns and found my room. I figured a room would give me a place to hide if i needed it. I quickly changed into, well, nothing, just a small towel. A very small towel that barely covered my butt it was so short. I watched porn for a few minutes on the little tv and then got my courage up to go look around. I grabbed my key and made it out and wandered thru the halls. No one in the weight room and I didn't care about the showers or bathrooms. I found my way out to the courtyard and turned around after looking briefly at a packed Jacuzzi. As I walked back in I almost bumped into someone. Looking up and down, I was quickly reduced to shyness. He was hot. Really hot. 6 3" maybe, but thin, real thin, except for his big hands and feet. His graying balding hair was cut real short. And it was pretty dark but i had a good feeling about the tent coming from the towel he had on. " Well hello there...," he said quietly in a low sexy voice. "Uh hi" i managed. " I know I would remember seeing you here before, is this your first time?" "Yeah, I just turned 18 a few weeks ago..." I said trailing off. "You are 18?" he asked, looking at me closely. "yeah, but I, i um, i kind of like guys older than me." "Like guys that are maybe 46?," he said smiling. "Yeah, just like that." I said. "Chris, my room is just down the hall, why dont we go there where we can have a little privacy and... ge tto know each other." ""Ok, " was all i said. I was so nervous, but he was so hot. And this was happening. He was leading me by my hand to his room. He sat on the bed and patted for me to sit down too. "So Chris is this your first time here or your first time?" It didn't make sense to lie. I have been going to a bookstore for a few months and usually suck or get sucked. I have gotten fucked a few times too." "Did you like that, getting fucked?" "Well kind of. It hurts a lot but felt good too. Not sure if i am too tight or condoms aren't slippery, but it feels like they tear you when a guy is inside." "Yeah, a lot of guys say that. Condoms are really uncomfortable. For the top too, let me tell you. It sure does feel better without one. have you ever tried it without a condom?" "No, i always meet guys I don't know and everyone says that you should always wear one." "Chris, not everyone says that. A lot of guys here don't use them. They think it ruins it. And a lot of bottoms decide that they want to feel the man cum in them." " But what... isn't that really dangerous?" "Some things are worth the risk maybe. You should try it, maybe you will like it." "I don't know. I don't know if I should." "Well you don't need to decide this second do you? I gotta ask though Chris, I have been wanting to since I saw you out there. Can you take that towel off? I really want to see that butt." I got up right away and dropped my towel and turned to show him my butt. "Yeah that's a hot butt. Spread your legs a little. yeah like that, now bend over and open up and let me see that little boy hole." I saw out of the corner of my eye he had dropped his towel and now turned my head to look and there it was. He wasn't all the way hard yet but it was on its way to being a perfect rock hard 9 inch cock with a massive mushroom head and big shaved cum filled balls. it was giant. And perfect. "You like that cock Chris? Like what I have for you?" "Yeah, its so big. its so big." Walking towards me he pushed me down onto my knees. He didn't have to say anything, as I immediately opened wide and took him into my mouth. Almost immediately, I lost myself in it. His cock was growing rock hard and felt so good in my mouth as i strained to take more and more of it. "Yeah Chris, you love that cock in your mouth dont you?" With my mouth full all i could do is nod my head over and over and try even more to swallow all over that massive man meat. After a minute or two, he stopped moaning and said "Fuck yeah, now its my turn to taste you." I reluctantly took my mouth off his cock, swirling my tongue around the head one last time trying to catch any precum I could and stood up. " No, get on the bed on your tummy. It isn't your cock I want to taste." I didn't understand at first; I had never had my hole rimmed before. When he pulled my cheeks apart and i felt his rough beard against me, I knew. And then i felt it. That magic feeling of a twisting and squirming wet tongue on my sensitive hole. It felt so good. And he loved it too, I could tell. He was licking and stabbing his tongue into my asshole, trying to fuck me with his mouth. I was moaning and gasping and trying not to squirm and buck too much. It just felt so fucking good. After a few minutes, he finally came up for air. His cock was like steel, and so was mine. "I am gonna fuck you now," he declared. It was not a request. It was a fact. And he knew I was going to let him. Out came the lube and he poured it into his hand and went to work working it into me slowly. He was careful not to hurt me, saying "I want to open you up slow so you can take lots of cock and don't get too sore." After getting me and my hole all ready for just about anything at that point, he began to jerk his cock off slowly, coating it with lube. Aiming it at my hole, I felt him start to press against me. "Shouldn't we use a condom?" I said. "I don't have any. Besides, it feels so much better without anything between us. Don't you want to make my big cock feel really good?" he said in a low sexy voice. He never stopped working it in either and at that moment he popped in and made it past my outer ring. As about 3 inches slid into me, I gasped and worked to relax. "Just relax Chris. I am gonna make it feel so good you will be begging me to cum inside you. But I can pull out too. Up to you. Ah yeah it feel so good. So fucking good." And he was just working his cock into me, deeper and deeper. Filling me. And i was trying to think but the need for cock was taking over and I was almost in surrender mode. Surrender happened when he announced "Fuck yeah, 9 inches of cock inside you. Do you feel that? Do you feel full of cock boy?" "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yeah" was all i could get out. As he slowly pulled out and slid back in again, I couldn't even touch my cock. I knew I would come that quickly, if i did. He started working in and out faster now, with deeper strokes. He was hitting deep and i was gasping and moaning and asking for more. "I want to keep fucking you, but i am gonna shoot soon. Your hole is so tight and eager, its pulling the cum up outta my balls." he said. It then flashed thru me again. He was barebacking me. No condom. Maybe that's why it felt so good? Maybe it wouldn't be any good if he had worn one. Instead, this feeling was magical. His cock felt so good I couldn't imagine not having him fuck me. I would hate to have missed this. His raw cock was fucking me so good and deep and sliding so smoothly. He was really fucking me now, and I was grunting and gasping as he fucked the wind out of me with every deep pounding he gave. "Oh fuck boy, I am gonna shoot if I keep fucking you like this. I am gonna fill you with cum. Or else gotta pull out." He grunted. " Don't stop. Are you clean? Like hiv?" I managed to get out. "This is poz cock you got in you Chris." And now he was pounding me. I was moaning and gasping and grunting and totally losing myself in the feelings of my hole as he pummeled it with his massive cock. "Fuck yeah. Gonna give it to you". He muttered with clenched teeth as he pounded me. "Fuck yeah, gonna give you my load. Big fucking poz load. Poz your little fuck hole up and get you hooked on getting your hole bred." "Fucking shit yeah, fuck me man fuck my fucking hole. Cum in me. Give me your load. I want it. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me. I want it in me." I kept repeating that last part who knows how many times. "Yeah , fucking yeah, her it comes here it comes. Fuck yeah fucking take that poz cum. Fell that cock shooting cum in your little fuck hole. Fuuuuuuck yeaaaaaaahhhh" he almost shouted. 'Yeah yeah yeah, give it to me. fucking fuck me. Fill me up. Fill me with cum. Oh yeah, fucking give it to me." He slowed down and finally came to a stop. He still had his cock buried inside me. "I want to keep it in you while my cum soaks into you" he whispered. "Are you really hiv positive?" i asked. "Yeah i am. And I just gave you a huge load." he said. "It felt so good." I said. " " What getting fucked?" "No, when you came in me, I felt it jet inside me and felt your cock pulsing. I am glad you did that. I didnt know it was so much better bare." "Oh Chris, there are some friends of mine out there that would love to add to my seed inside you. Want me to show you around?" "Yeah, i want more. I want more now." I said.

Like saved loads from a cup or bottle? Anyone else like when they nearly gag from the saltiness of it?

I had been kind of avoiding the bathhouses in my city since before the pandemic. Because of some local bylaws, we do not have dark rooms or sex clubs, and my last few experiences at my local bathhouse had not been the greatest. I had most of my fun in the past few years either at guys' places or at sex clubs and dark rooms while traveling abroad. But with my recent discovery of MDMA a few months ago, I have been experiencing unknown levels of wild uninhibition. Last Sunday, a guy invited me over to his place to hook up. He offered me a pill of MD as I arrived and we chatted for a while. After an hour, I was feeling nothing and the sexual chemistry with the guy was not there, even though he was very nice. I politely excused myself, got dressed, and made my way out. As I was walking to the nearest metro station, I was thinking about how horny I was and how difficult it may be to find someone quickly so I decided to head directly to what used to be my favorite bathhouse, which is known for being the place to bareback. Condoms had never been a question there for me, contrary to other places. As I was sitting in the train, I started to feel dizzy, with an insane thirst for dick and cum. I was feeling hotter and hotter, starting to sweat, even though I was sitting down. This MD was definitely stronger than the very first one I had a few months earlier. I was afraid I would get too high before I could get to the bathhouse, and as I arrived at my station, I walked very carefully trying not to trip or look drunk. After the short walk to the bathhouse, I tried to stay composed at the check-in counter, afraid they would deny me entry for being already fucked up. But I must have given a good enough impression as they let me in. I asked for a room in the basement, where the dark maze was, as I knew that's where most of the action happened. I made my way to my room, it was perfectly located close to the dark maze and most guys would have to pass by my door to go there. I was getting hornier by the second. I quickly undressed, completely naked and got out of my room, my towel on my shoulder instead of around my waist. I had never been this high before and for someone who usually dislikes being totally naked, I could not care less at that point. I was walking close to the wall as my balance was a bit compromised. The beat of the music was resonating like never before in my head and the lights, as dim as they were, were dazzling me. I arrived to the dark area, a sling hanging at the entrance of the narrow maze like space, lit in red. It was a Sunday, late afternoon, and although the crowd was not big, there was still a good number of guys to have fun for a few hours. I was walking trough the dark corridors, making my way between guys. My vision was affected and could (and was not trying) to make out their faces. I put myself in a corner, under the small bulb projecting a very dim yellow light. It was not long before I was grabbed by someone who kissed me. I had not had time to see who it was but I could feel his beard on my face. I was ready to kneel to suck his dick but he flipped me before I could go down, pinning me to the wall and starting to explore my hole with his fingers. I heard a spitting sound and a dick being shoved into my ass without warning. I screamed a bit but he did not care. He obviously wanted to unload and he fucked me for only a few minutes before shooting his load deep into my guts. I was shaking, I was dizzy and I fell onto my knees, still facing the wall. That first fuck had attracted the others and it was not long before I had another dick up my hole. Guys on Sunday evenings are usually looking to unload quickly and they are not trying to hold it. The second guy lasted a bit longer I think than the first one as I was busy sucking on cocks being presented to my mouth. A third one took his place, my hole become sloppier with cum dripping out. I was also covered in sweat, even if I'm not usually a big sweating guy but the MD was making me drip water. As the guys were taking turns on me, it felt as if my mind was leaving my body. As high as I was, my head spinning and my heart beating like crazy partly from the excitement and partly from the blaring music, I was seeing my seeing myself, naked on my knees in this dark sloppy corner, not able to tell if I was in pain because of the brutal way some guys were fucking me or having pleasure. I was thinking about how much of a shy and introverted guy I usually am, and the shame I would feel if my friends and colleagues were to see me like this. But I also could not care less at that time. I was greedy. I was showing them how much I wanted their dicks and loads by trying to make eye contact with them. They probably could tell I was all high, just looking at my glassy eyes and my sweat-drenched body. I was only a hole, separated from my mind. I don't know how long I stayed like this. I only got up when I noticed that there were no more guys fucking me. There was a puddle of sweat below me. I made my way to my room to lie down, thinking I would try and take a nap but I could not fall asleep and just closed my eyes. soaking all the weird feelings the music and the lights were giving me.

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.

So I met this 81 year old man at the senior apartment complex my mother lives the other day. I was walking to my car and he was out walking for exercise and noticed my pride sticker. He stopped me, said hello and proceeded to bluntly ask if I was a homosexual. I immediately thought “oh boy here we go” because he used the word “homosexual” and he sounded almost upset but I went ahead and replied, yes to which he lit up with a big smile, and said “me too”. This made me laugh some because it was so bazaar. We began talking and walked over to a bench under a tree and sat to enjoy our conversation. He went through a thorough history of our gay community in our town. It was exceedingly interesting, but it’s winter and we were both getting cold, so we decided to part ways. As I was walking away, he politely asked if I would want to have coffee at his apartment sometime to which I said yes and got in my car to go home. This morning as I was walking out of my moms apartment, I thought to myself “why not” so I took out my cell phone and called his number that he gave me last week. He answered the phone and I told him who I was and that I would love to take him up on that cup of coffee. He was so excited. You could literally hear the excitement in his voice which made me happy. He gave me his room number, so I walked to the other side of the building and knocked on his door. He answered with a huge grin and invited me in. He looked very handsome and was wearing sorta an Asian print robe and his apartment was meticulously clean and very well decorated. He he walked me over two a leather loveseat, and invited me to sit down which I did while he walked into his kitchen to put on coffee. A couple minutes passed, and he came out with two mugs of hot coffee, and sat one in front of me and sat down next to me When he sat down, he sat down very close to me and turned towards me. Right away because the way his robe was laying I could see a little bit of the side of cock but we started chatting. He like to touch me as he talked and eventually his hand came to rest on my thigh. I looked down because he had spread his legs some and his cock was totally uncovered now and was literally starting to swell. I thought to myself “LOL I guess we’re gonna fuck“. So I reached over and held his penis in my hand and slowly stroked him. As his cock swelled in my hand I leaned in towards him and asked if he wanted to kiss to which he immediately started to kiss me. He instructed me to take off my clothes so I did it quickly and went back to stroking his now hard cock and making out. I slid down to my knees and scooted the coffee table back and knelt in front of him. I slipped his cock in my mouth and started giving him a slow but firm blow job. His cock was pouring pre-cum, which was amazing because it was almost like swallowing a nonstop load. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He nervously replied that he hasn’t had sex in six years, and if I was sure that it was OK. I gave him a big smile and assured him that nothing else would make me happier right now. He said “I don’t have any condoms”, and I assured him that that was no problem at all. We both stood up and walked to his bedroom. His cock was big and full, but hanging down and I love the way the color of his cock contrast it with his big muff of gray pubes. I asked him how he wanted me and he told me to lie on my back so I laid on my back and rolled my legs back to submit and present my hole to him. He slipped off his robe and hung it on a hook on his bathroom door and went in to get something. He came out with an ancient looking large jar of Vaseline and climbed on the bed. I could see the pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as he open the jar and scooped out some Vaseline. He rubbed it on my hole and started fingering me. He looked so happy as he watched his fingers sliding in and out of my loose hole. He leaned forward, holding his cock and effortlessly slipped it in me. I immediately could feel the warmth against my hole as he slid in. He laid down on top of me, and we started kissing while he slowly started thrusting. He was kissing my neck and groaning with each thrust. He had only been fucking me for maybe a minute or two when he rapidly sped up his thrusting, pushing his cock as deep as it would go with each thrust. Seconds later, he let out a loud groan, followed by a loud grunt each time he forcefully slammed his cock in me as he was ejaculating. He collapsed his full weight on me, and we kissed before he unmounted me and laid next to me. I held his cock in my hand gently stroking as he couldn’t stop smiling, and telling me how amazing that was. We cuddled for a while and we both fell asleep together. After a couple hours I woke up and started playing with his cock which woke him up. I went down on him but he made me work for. About 20 minutes later he flooded my mouth with his seed. I had to get going so I got dressed and thanked him for the coffee that I didn’t drink and the fun sex.

Add me to this club, too (although I have seen longer profiles than mine). I've actually been told that some of my profiles don't get to the point (no not that poinT) and it's hard for some to determine what I'm specifically after. I actually don't think that's the case at all, as my profiles are sometimes written to invite messages that inquire further (my Recon profile, for example). I find (rightly or wrongly) that if a guy rushes to convince me to meet, that he'll be equally quick in the sack - or simply just not that good at it. That being said, there is a sense of "overchatting", where you try and determine compatibility by going into far more detail and specifics about interests - only to go into a session with too many expectations, and you end up unfulfilled (even if you get filled). There's a balance. I once had a guy ask me if I'd be interested in a role play session, where he outlined explicitly what he wanted to do. Sounded interesting, so I agreed - he came over and it was AMAZING...better than I expected it to be. But that's a rarity; role play on a first meet has been wildly inconsistent for me. Either it's worked wonders, or falls completely flat. So, I'd rather exchange a few messages and suggest to meet for a coffee or drink somewhere to determine face-to-face compatibility - then go from there. I've certainly dodged a few bullets by practicing this, let me tell ya.

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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

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honestly as long as you save the messages and the fact he lied you will be fine. just got to be safe and save all encounters which is what i do so that i can prove my Innocence. i had a similar thing happen and he didnt block me on there so i took pictures of his conversation and sent it to grindr. the guy was actually 20 but lied to the police trying to get me arrested for something i didnt do and so i showed them the proof. hes facing criminal charges for what he did

It may not stay fresh very long that way. A friend of mine in SF exists only on cum believe it or not. He stores bolt ties of it in the fridge He has many suppliers and thats all he ingests (aside from piss).

YES! It conjures an image of me giving him something his wife/husband is not providing.

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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.

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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.”

**This is a work of fantasy and fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should be construed as medical advice in any way** Chapter VII: Breaking through the PrEP: Eric and I had just finished a joint pozzing of Travis, a young chaser twink off Twitter…he wanted a combo platter of HIV strain from two guys, and I offered my good friend and poz tattoo specialist Eric, who marked me with my biotat after I turned poz myself. Once we had each taken a turn inside his neg hole, I suggested we double-fuck Travis with our poz weapons, and the kid obligingly sat down on both our engorged pierced poz cocks at the same time. His eyes lit up at the double anal invasion, his cock wildly helicoptering around spontaneously started spewing his last neg load into the air in a graceful arc. It was not long after that that Eric and I both simultaneously impregnated the kid with two big toxic HIV loads to upgrade his hole into the poz brotherhood. He dismounted off us and rolled over in bliss at the pending infection that was already at work, our joint strains infiltrating his bloodstream, marking him forever as pozzed. Eric and I high-fived each other and made our way out of the kid’s apartment, being sure to remind him to text us the good news in a couple of weeks. Eric almost never bothers to wear a shirt, and when I got my biotat, had 2 “X’s” emblazoned around his inked scorpion, meaning he had successfully infected 20+ guys. And while I was doing my best to catch up to him, my relatively meager 6 confirmed pozzings paled next to his, especially now that I saw a 3rd “X” marked on him, marking him as an apex poz predator, converting at least 30 guys into the beautiful poz brotherhood. “Hey, when this twink turns poz, who gets the credit as his pozzer,?” I wondered to Eric as we stepped outside, thinking of my own 1st “X” to get me closer to membership in The Ten. “We both get credit, brother,” he replied, “it’s not a race, I just started way before you. Remember, I’ve been poz-toxic for over 10 years now!” So this twink will be your 7th and my [here he paused to check a note on his phone] my 36th!”, he said proudly. “Maybe the question is will you get your first “X” before I get my fourth one,” he pondered, chuckling at the thought. At that my phone buzzes - another chaser hitting me up, sliding into my DMs asking me to slide my pierced poz smoking gun into his neg unprotected hole. My phone has never had so many text alerts, it was becoming tough to keep the professional career-oriented part of my life separate from the pozzing part of it. “You gotta get some burner phones, dude,” Eric said as we walked to our cars, “I just bought four more for myself, I’ll let you have one,” he said, opening the trunk of his car and pulling out a plastic-wrapped brand new burner phone. “You need this to keep it all separate,” he remarked, “now, I gotta go, I got one more chaser to turn tonight, he’ll be Number 37! ” he said flipping through his own burner phone. Oh, and there’s this one, he’s really cute, and his ass pic is really tempting, but he’s says he’s on PrEP and I don’t waste my seed if it’s not gonna poz the guy.” He showed me the pic of the 20-year old PrEPPED kid’s hole. My cock, despite having just erupted a big load of viral cum into the twitter twink’s hole, stirred once more. “I got no other candidates today,” I said, “I’ll do him, even if he’s PrEPPED…I like a challenge,” and with that Eric sent me the Francisco’s info and I quickly texted him and made arrangements to breed his PrEPPED-up hole later that night. Eric and I shared a deep kiss in front of our cars, and as we did, he whispered in my ear “Never stop pozzing, my brother!” and I reminded him that soon I was flying to Chicago to get into InstaKyle’s hole and hopefully poz him into the club. “Have a good trip and let me know how it goes,” he said, getting into his car and driving off. I went home and finished packing all the essentials - a new toothbrush, still in its packaging, and a 3oz squeeze bottle of saved cum from the freezer that I saved from some j/o sessions I did. No better lube than cum. Even if by the time I use it on someone, it’s probably inert by then – but I’ve got an endless supply of weaponized HIV loads in my balls ready to be unleashed. After a nap and a quick shower, I was back out of the house to drive over to Silver Lake to breed this hot hole referred by Eric…I was really hoping the kid had forgotten his PrEP a few times in the past week, or maybe if somehow I was viral enough to get past his PrEP defenses…after all, my VL was over 1.7 million at the moment, enough again to puzzle the Idealistic Young Gay Doctor into switching my medications, not knowing I wasn’t gonna take them anyway. I pulled up to the kid’s place and walk through the unlocked door as he said it would be. I found him in the back bedroom ass-up and waiting for me. “Thanks for coming, I really need this,” he said, “and can you do some poz talk while you’re in me?” “You still on PrEP, right?” I asked “Yes, but I crave poz cum,” said the kid. “I know I’m on PrEP, but want your bugged-up load inside me.” “I’m really toxic right now, I might just get my strain past your defenses,” I cautioned, not really believing that but willing to play along. Francisco was a hot little bottom twink, his tan skin glistened fresh from the shower, his ample cock would one day make a great pozzing stick, if he weren’t wasting its potential with PrEP. He taunted me a little with his hot hole with the happy trail of hair down his crack and his mocking of my toxicity against his medicated defenses: “You’ll never get through my PrEP, Mister but you can try. But you aren’t gonna poz me,” he taunted, getting onto the bed and on all fours, “in fact, you’re just gonna neg me with your load.” Challenge accepted, I tongue at his hairy hole a bit which is sweet and smooth inside…I do this for a few minutes and then pull out the toothbrush from my pocket. “You want this in your neg hole? If you’re as neg as you say it won’t make a difference, but this is my standard pozzing ritual.” “LOL, dude, sure go for it, but I won’t convert.” “That’s what he thinks,” I say to myself as I launch the brush into his hole, a generous application of my saved cum and some fresh pre-cum applied to it, and proceed to turn it back and forth a few times as he moans in pleasure. I take a few extra minutes scratching up his insides with the brush, giving my viral load every chance to penetrate his PrEP. “Man, that feels so good, I didn’t think it would,” but you’re still not pozzing me even with the brush,” this impudent kid tells me. I just take out the now bright-red pozzing brush and replace it with my hard pierced poz cock which I lubed up with my saved loads, all in one fell swoop and all the way down, balls-deep inside his boyhole. I don’t bother waiting for him to acclimate to it, I just start pile-driving it into him. “Yeah, right in there all the way, take that poz tool,” I command him. “I’m gonna break through those defenses and smash your hole into the poz brotherhood.” “No way, man,” he says breathlessly, taking my fuck and pushing back against me, “you can try, dude, keep pounding me, man. Make me wish you were pozzing me right now!” ‘Oh, you little fucker, I am pozzing you right now!” I thrust deeply in and out of the kid’s cunt. I know we’re role playing a little here, but only just a little, for if there’s a way in hell to get through the PrEP, my viral load swimming with fresh HIV wants to find it. He wants the poz fuck and poz load, just not to turn poz, well “We’ll see about that, kid,” I tell him. “Let’s see in two or three weeks if your PrEP worked,” I add, grinding further into him and preparing to blast my strain inside his toothbrushed hole. “Neg hole gonna stay neg,” he laughed, taunting me more. With that, my cock grew even more inside this bratty kid and as it shot off 8 or 9 injections of my high-viral poz seed into him, I pushed it deeper and deeper inside. I know logically it can’t convert him if he’s on PrEP but it was fun to play around with him like it could. I dismount off him and get dressed to go. “That was fun, man,” he smiles up at me…”I know you wanted to poz me,” but I’m not ready for that yet, maybe someday,” he gets up and kisses me and on my way out, I tell him “Let’s see in a few weeks,” as we both laugh – he because he thinks it’ll never happen and me because I think it just might, against the odds, it just might… It’s three weeks later and Travis, the twink that Eric and I tag-teamed and double-fucked, happily sends us both his results: POZ. “Bingo,” I text back to Erik on his burner phone, “we got him! 7 for me and now 36 for you!” “Make that 38 for me, dude!” “Man, you are a pozzing machine!” A week later, I’m checking Francisco’s twitter feed: “Feel like crap today, called in sick to work, hope it’s not COVID” “Went to Urgent Care,” he tweets a few hours later, “Thankfully NOT COVID.” Two days later: “Saw my doctor, his hot nurse Keith got squeezed me in at last minute.” Two days later: “Guess I’m poz now, thanks PrEP! So many emotions right now!” I quickly take a screen grab of the tweet and forward it off to Eric and Keith: “Got another one, that makes 8 confirmed.” “Congrats, brother! Proud Papa to 8 poz sons, the feeling gets better and better!” Eric messages back. Keith just texts back a pic of his furry stomach and now 2 X’s next to his biotat. He hit 20! I gotta catch up to these guys someday!

On sunday, one of the newer dudes I'm side bussy to. We link up from time to time. We usually hang out to various times to through off his wife. We sometimes will go watch sports together, but usally always fuck or I suck him before we end things. On sunday morning we were supposed to meet up with some of his friends to watch football games at buffalo wild wings. We both drove to a point and then met up at a park. I topped him off for a bit in his back seat and I was bout to start ryding him in his backseat but there was a decent amount of foot traffic and people driving by. So we walked a path down on the trail and got into the more bush area. He Luvs me being naked and luv being ass naked outside so that's a plus. He bent me over and fucked me good, he can be a bit long winded sumtimes which can suck can he not small and likes to try and tear shit up. He nutted in like 15min (perfect). we got dressed went back to our cars and drove to watch the games. You would never know I had drained his balls earlier.

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)

The problem with condoms for me. Is that once I put that rubber on, the hard on soon disappears.

Author's note: This section of the story is more story than sex, but it sets up later narrative. Enjoy. 3 When i came to the cop is cuddling me, my head on his chest. "Hey baby" Matty said as he grabbed my face and we made out like teenagers, swapping the cum we swallowed minutes ago. "How long have i been out?" I asked when we came up for air "Just five minutes" Matty said. "You ok?" "Yeah i am ok" i said as i nuzzle on his fat nipple. "My ass is sore but otherwise i am fine. And fucking hell you were rough tonight!" I playfully slapped him on his chest. Matty chuckled. It has been just more than 9 months since my pig conversion event in the middle of nowhere with someone i used to know as hickdad online, whose real name is Dave. That was when i met Matty, who was one of Dave's pig boys. We got to know each other a bit when i was there, and when i went back to the city we stayed in contact by phone and online. Turns out underneath that raunchy pig slut, there is a sweet guy who just want to find someone just as filthy and slutty to share a life with, so after a couple of months of phone sex and sweet talk on Facetime, he packed his stuff, said goodbye to Dave, and moved into my apartment in the city's gay neighborhood. We spent the first week of his arrival mostly in bed with each other, only to venture out for drinks and food at night. I introduced him to some of my friends, who practically came in their pants as they eye raped him. We signed up to the same gay-heavy gym in the area, and found a trainer who can supply us with the right "supplements" to get bigger. Matty is fascinated by life in a city, since he grew up in the country with a limited life as a gay dude. I took him to the bathhouse, where we caused a stir when we "pimped" each other out for some old fashioned raw piggy fun. I won the bet by taking one more load than him. As "punishment", i get to fuck him when we got home, sticking my dick into his cum slicked hole until we both bust our pent up loads. Matty soon found a job as a cop. The city's police department was looking for a openly gay dude who can be part of a team that deals with issues in the neighborhood, and with his good country boy looks and a degree from community college he is basically a shoo-in for the academy. After graduation, he got stationed in the gay neighborhood's precinct. Meanwhile, i took a new job working at home as a computer tech. Anyway, back to the present. We lift, we work, we fuck around. We loved roleplaying, and we love being degenerate cum pigs, but you cant just invite strangers to your house to steal all your shit, so once in a while I would go rent a motel room not far away and open my hole for anonymous dicks. If Matty is working the late shift, he would come and use me last, sometimes pretending he is just a random cop, breed me full of his cum, and then we would go home together. That night after the motel we went home with some pizza and a 6-pack of beer. Just as we are finishing our food, Matty's phone rang. "Hey boys!" the gruff voice of Daddy Dave appears "Hi Dave" we said. We exchanged plesantries and small talk. Although Matty moved away to be with me, they are still good friends and he didnt hold a grudge against me for "stealing" Matty from him. We talked about our sex lives, our apartment, and Dave's friends. Scum moved out of state to dodge a warrant, and Sean shacked up with the formerly married guy from the factory. Bubba, the big fat poz dude who fucked the cum out of me, is apparently back in jail for beating up a gay dude who won't sleep with him. "He could have just called me" i said to all three of us laughing "Anyway," Dave said "Joe is coming to some bodybuilder competition to try out, so I am gonna come to the city with him. You guys want to get together?" "Yeah!" we both shouted into the phone. We got the date and time of the event and told Dave we will try to clear our schedule for some fun. Soon enough the day arrived. It was a friday, so we both arranged an extra day off and drove to the convention center hotel by the airport. 4 (Dave's POV) Knock knock I opened the door to see my two pig boys standing there. "Daddy Dave!" they said in unison as they entered. "Hey hows it going guys?" I said as i gave each of them a hug and a grope. They both look really great. Cory, the younger one is more solid and built than he used to, while Matty is as beefy as ever. Honestly, I can't believe this fucking cockslut that would sit on any dick within 50 miles has become a fucking cop! We sat on the beds and chat while Joe is still getting ready in the bathroom. For such a butch guy he is as fussy as a bitch when it comes to his grooming. Matty is regaling me about his adverntures in the city, going to the baths and clubs with Cory and having fun roleplaying, and I have never seen him so happy. In a way, i am proud that i was the catalyst that brought these two piggy boys together, and I am glad Matty finally found someone who can understand and love him. The bathroom door opened and Joe came out wearing nothing but his posing suit. 5 "Fucking hell" I thought as i saw Joe for the first time in over half a year. Dave's roid dealer has transformed from a 350-pound bloated muscle beast to a leaned out 300 pound muscle monster for the competition. In his bloated state he is already hot as fuck, but now he is absolutely huge and shredded, his posing thong leaving nothing to the imagination. I have no idea how he manage to keep his junk in that thing, but the tiny shred of fabric looks like it is about to rip itself apart. "Hey guys" Joe grinned as he greeted us "Thanks for coming" "Hey buddy" Matty got off the bed and gave him a hug. "This is Cory, you didnt know his name back then but you remember him, don't you?" my boy said with a sly grin. "Hey yeah!" Joe came over and gave me a bear hug. He is still just as literally hot as i remembered him pounding my hole back then. "Look at you! you look like you packed on some muscles yourself!" "Not as much as you!" I said as i started feeling his biceps. "Damn thats massive" "You like it?" Joe said as he strike a double bicep, showing off. He looks so good that neither Matty nor I can resist and we both started to kissing his biceps and rubbing his sucked in roided gut before moving towards his delicious nipples. "Oh Fuck" Joe moaned as we licked his tits. The bulge in his posing strap grows, straining what little fabric ther is covering it. His cock is getting harder and harder, peaking out from the side of the strap. "Fuck, boys please stop" Joe pulled both of us away from his nipples. His entire body is flushed and his roid gut is heaving. "Fucking hell! My bodybuilding coach said i can't have sex until its all done, and i am so fucking horny i would cum in my thong." He said sheepishly. To see a hypermasculine redneck his size embarassed is almost too adorable for words, but we promised to leave his sexiness alone until he is done. He slipped on a tank top and some sweats and we went down to the convention center. Thanks to being on Joe's "team" we are allowed to go into the backstage area of the competition. The place smells of nothing but tosterone and sweat. Dave escorted Joe to his prep area while we wander around the hall. Numerous musle guys are parading around in the skimpiest briefs and jocks and pumping themselves up in preperation to go on stage. Aside from the competitors themselves, the room is full of muscle daddies and boys who are here to help their friends and clients prepare. We turned a corner and came face to face with the hot bodybuilder who fucked me in the motel not long ago. He recognized me and smiled. "Hey, how are you? You look great!" I said as we shook hands. "Thanks! I am competing in the heavyweight division today. By the way my name is Pete" He said. I introduced myself and Matty to him and we talked for a while about lifting, supplements and whatever. While we are talking he was slathering tanning lotion all over himself, making his skin darker to show off his shredded build and obscuring all his tatts including the biohazard symbol on his gut. Just as we are above to split, Pete handed me a card with a number on it. "Hey listen," He whispered into my ear "This is not a good time to talk, but some of us are planning for some fun in one of the clubs after the show. Call me tomorrow" He winked. The show went without a hitch. we cheered on Joe and Pete as they appear on the stage. Neither won, but we got to see almost-naked men showing off their bodies and it was a fun experience. Afterwards, Dave and Joe went to get a bite with us before both need to get some well-deserved sleep. 6 The next day is a Saturday. I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and someone eating my hole. Matty is probing his tongue into my pig cunt and it feels fucking amazing. "Oh fuck me" I cooed as Matty slide up my body and probe my slob-up hole with his thick dick. We both groaned as it slipped inside my well-used pig cunt. Gentle fucking turned into a pound-fest as Matty screwed me in multiple positions all over our bed. "Oh fuck baby i am gonna cum" Matty growled in my face as he pounds my cunt on my back. "Fuck it feels so good fucking breed my hole baby" I moaned as he start jacking my rock hard boner in his hand. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" Matty screamed as i can feel this dick throb and his load swimming up my hole. Then he froze up and i can feel this dick still hard and pulsing. "Fuck i gotta piss. You want my piss babe?" "Yeah put that fucking piss in me" I said as he unleashed his morning piss inside, filling me up. "Take my piss up your cunt you fucking pig" he growled as we kissed while his hand stroke my clit. "Oh FUCK i am gonna cum" the presssure from his piss and his dick pushed me over the edge as my pig bro rub on my cockhead and spurts of cum blasted out of my tool. The first shot landed right on my nipple and Matty wasted no time to suck it off my tit, making my hole spasm against his tool while my pig clit finish unloading between our bellies. His cock is still firmly lodged in my hole when the phone rings. Matty strated to pull out to grab it. I wrap my legs around his body. "Hold on babe, you cant pull out, its gonna spill all over the place and I dont want to wash the sheets again. It would be the third time this week" I grinned "Ok hold on" Matty said as he reached over and grabbed the buttplug off the nightstand and in one swift move exchanges his dick with the plug in my hole. Then he answered the phone. "Hey Dave" "Hey boys. Morning" Dave said while he tried to suppress a yawn. "Hows it going" "Good, just finished screwing my morning load and piss into Cory" He said as i waddled to the bathroom to unload my hole's contents. "Good boy! Anyway, Joe is asking if you guys have any plans tonight. He wants to see if you are up for some fun" "Sure, let me check with Cory and call you back" Matty joined me in the shower. We kissed as i started lathering up both of us. "Joe and Dave said they want to have some fun tonight, any ideas?" Matty asked "I guess we can take him to the bathhouse. Or the sex club. Wait... Remember the muscle guy who fucked me in the motel last time? He gave me his number to call and he wants to have some fun too." "Maybe we should give him a call" We sipping our reheated coffee while i dialed the mystery number. "Pete here" "Hey this is Cory from yesterday..." "HEY! so glad you called. Anyways, a bunch of guys who are at the show are planning to get together in the Steam Bathhouse tonight. Would love for you and your man to come and be the feature attraction. Now that we are done with the show we really need to get our rocks off" Matty and I looked at each other. Both of us got hard instantly. "Sure" I said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible as Matty got on his knees and start sucking on my boner. "Wha-wha-what time?"

21 Fuck Sean is so fucking hot to watch. His entire body seem to flex as he pounds the bitch with no mercy. That dragon tatt that is all over his body looks like its fucking alive and moving as he pounds away. Sean looks so good and tempting that i cannot help myself. So i go over to the bed, got on my knees behind him, and start eating his jock ass like a fucking sandwich. "Oh fuck yeah, lick that ass" Sean growled as i rim his hole. I can see his balls pulling up and it wont be long before he breed that pig cunt, so i slip my finger into his ass and fucked his hole hard. "FUCK i am gonna cum...." Sean grunted as i fingerfuck him. He pushed hard on the cunt and both collapse on the bed, his body lying on top of the pig as I watch his nutsac pull tight as he thrusts away. I push my finger into Sean's ass one more time as his dick pulses and unloads into the cunt below, holding it there and feeling my buddy's hole clench against my finger as he empty his balls. Eventually i pulled out and Sean pulled his cock out of the cunt. He came so fucking much that a stream of his nut came flowing out of it. Then he went to the other side of the bed, grabbed the cunt's head and make him clean his nut off with it's mouth. The pig is so fucking turned on it grinds itself on the bed while Sean facefucked him for the second time. "Fuck i needed that" Sean said as he put his clothes back on. The pig is writing on its back on the bed, moaning, pinching its tits. "You need a ride back?" "Nah i am good. My place is around the corner and my guy would bring the truck there" Sean said as he walked out the door, just in time to keep it open for Bubba. Bubba walked into the room with nothing but his overalls and his boots. If he were Japanese he would have been a sumo wrestler. He is fucking huge dude, fat everywhere, with a big solid gut that sticks out, but also strong as a bull. Other than the chinstrap beard on his face and the crewcut on his head, he is smooth all over. "Bubba! How's it going dude" I ask as he closed the door behind him "I am good, just horny as fuck" He flashed a grin at me as he starts to unbutton his overall straps. A frequent guest at the county jail, his smooth body is decorated with multiple crude tats, including a Aryan gang logo on his chest and a nice biohazard symbol on his stomach. His fat fucking pink tits hang heavy over his belly, one of them pierced with a ring. "You like that?" Bubba asked, pointing to his new nipple ring "Sweet bro" As he undressed, the pig sit back up on the bed, it's face still covered with Sean's cockslime. 22 "Fuck. The dude who just got here is ENORMOUS." I thought as he approached me. A bear would probably look small next to him. He is just so fucking thick everywhere: his arms, his chest, his big belly, his ass, even his dick, which is sticking out from his belly like a snake peeking out from a boulder. "Hey pig, get to work" Dave/hickdad commanded in the background as Bubba stands before me, staring. "Yes sir" I scrambled out of bed and stood up, my face staring at Bubba's enormous chest. I instinctively went for the pierced nipple, licking the sweaty tit and sucking on the metal ring. Bubba sighed and push my face into it with his large hands. "Oh yeah boy, suck that shit, work on my tits, nurse on them" Bubba moaned as I suck on his nipple while using my hand to play with the other. He moved my head to the other nipple while tweaking my with his other hand. I can feel my entire body shaking as he pinched my swollen tit, my cock throbbing in my jock. "Get on your knees" I did as i was told in the middle of the room. Kneeling in front of him i can see he has a nice thick cock, cut and half hard. he tilted my head up to look at me "Are you a good piggy?" i nod "You want some piss?" i nod harder "answer me faggot" "Yes sir I want your piss sir. Please let me take your piss" i answer in a lusty moan A warm blast hit my face. I opened my mouth and let it fill up with Bubba's warm and salty piss. It dribbled down my face and all over myself. I puff out my chest and rub my pig tits and moaned as his piss cover me and the carpet. "Suck my dick boy" Bubba growled as he push my open mouth onto his dick, mid stream. I sucked on his half hard dick as he piss in my mouth, forcing me to swallow it all. His dick grew thicker and longer in my mouth as the piss stopped and he is getting hard. I can taste the slimy texture of precum as he keep fucking my throat. "Fuck yeah suck on my dick boy show me what a good faggot pig you are..." Bubba rambled as he holds my head in both hands and thrust his dick deep into my throat. I can barely breathe as he push my nose deep into his musky crotch. I gently cup his ginormous ballsac as i try to accomodate. Just as i am close to throwing up all over his dick, he pushed my head off his dick. and climbed onto the bed. The springs squeaked in protest. "Get up here and ride daddy's dick" 23 The pig climbed onto the bed as told and sat on Bubba's fat dick. He moaned like a fucking bitch as he impaled himself on that cock. I pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and chained his wrists to Bubba's for better leverage. "Fuck yeah ride that cock, comon boy" Bubba growled as he grab the pig on each side and move him up and down his cock. The pig is moaning hard and with his hands cuffed to Bubba's, can't touch his cock in the jockstrap that he desperately wants to. "Oh yes daddy fuck me...." the pig moaned as he leaned back and leveraged the handcuffs to push himself deeper. Then Bubba yanked on the cuffs to force the pig to sprawl all over his big belly as he thrust his hips into it's cunt while the pig chews on Bubba's fat tits. "Oh fuck that cunt feels so fucking good boy.. fuck daddy is gonna knock you up. You want my toxic juice?" "Oh fuck yes Daddy fucking breed me with your toxic cum please oh god" the pig moaned as Bubba plow him deep. "Fuck here it comes oh fuck FUCK FUCK" Bubba growled as he flexed his hips, grabbing the pig with both arms by the waist and pushing his dick deep into the cunt. I watch the root of his dick pulse once, twice, three times, shooting his load into the cunt. "Oh daddy oh god daddy yes fucking breed me fuck me fuck me" the pig screamed as he took Babba's hot juice. his hole is twitching hard around my buddy's cock as the Bubba forced the pig to juice it's balls. 24 I clamped my mouth onto Bubba's tit as he wrap my waist with his arms, pulling my wrist behind my back with the cuffs as he push his toxic load in me. My jock pouch is sandwiched between our bellies, the rough fabric rubbing against my rock hard and sensitive cock. Between the friction in my jock and Bubba's dick punching my prostate, i lost it. "Oh daddy oh god daddy yes fucking breed me fuck me fuck me" i screamed as i feel my cum flooding my jockstrap. My mouth latched onto Bubba's tit as he keep pounding me, making my ass clench on his dick as he milked my prostate. It feels so fucking good i thought i was gonna pass out. 25 I unlocked the cuffs and the pig is still lying on Bubba, his arms wrapped around him and his mouth nursing one of his tits. "Oh god" the pig moaned repeatedly as it's body shakes and spasm. Slowly, Bubba's cock wilted and slip out of the pig cunt and it can roll over. The pig's jock is completely soaked with his cum, some landed on Bubba's belly. By now he is well trained enough to lick his own nut off Bubba's belly and then crawl down to nurse on Bubba's soft cock. Bubba moaned in appreciation. Then i decided it would be a good time to get that pig cunt gang banged. I grabbed pig boy into a bear hug and whisper in hie ear. "Good piggy boy, who's my good faggot pig boy?" "I am daddy" He whisper hoarsely. as i fondle his still-hard clit inside the jockstrap "Get that jockstrap off and go to the bathroom. wait for me there." It did as told. Bubba got himself dressed and is halfway out the door. "Fuck that was great. Finally got my nut out. See you next time" He said as the door closes behind him. Back in the bathroom, i handed the pig his bottle of water. "Get hydrated" It gulped down the boner-pilled laced water and soon the thing is completely empty "Put your hands above your head by the shower" I said. He did as told and i looped the handcuff over the shower curtain rod and cuffed his wrists. In that position, he barely has enough room to pop his big muscled ass outward. Then i pulled out the pig's phone, connected them to his headphones and pulled out the audio file i told him to download. Soon the sounds of people fucking, cumming and every perversion is piped into his ears. Then i put a blindfold on him and tied a popper soaked rag on his face. As i watch, the pig started grunting and thrusting into the air, its clit rock solid hard and dripping. Now he is ready Meanwhile i pulled out my phone and start some arrangements. I sent this message to all the gay hookup apps and web sites "Pimping out a hungry pig that needs to be bred. Poz friendly. Aries Motel room 203. door unlocked." 26 Within 10 minutes the first guy walked in. He is tall, lanky, and young. I pointed him to the bathroom where the pig is waiting, ass out. He turned around and asked "lube?" and i said "He got 5 loads in him, he is lubed already" "Excellent" the kid grinned as he pulled down his pants and his uncut 6 inches sprung out. Grabbing ahold of the pig's hips he drove it right in and started pounding hard. He barely lasted a minute before grunting and grinding deep into the cunt with his pent up load. He pulled up his pants and left without another word. Then three latin guys show up. They took off their clothes and left them on a pile in the bed. They are local construction dudes that i have seen working on the site down the street. No clue they are into fucking pig boys but who knows. Thanks to their work though they are good looking, with lean toned tatted bodies and thick legs. One of them has a cut cock, the other two uncut, all are about 8 inches, not that size matters. One tried to start filming with his phone, but i told him no recordings allowed. All three went inside the bathroom while i watch sitting on the toilet. They wasted no time pushing their cocks one after another into the pig. Meanwhile the pig is just moaning under the popper rag and sticking its cunt out to accommodate. The first one fucked fast and hard and when his buddies start nursing on his delicious looking brown tits he lost it and blasted his load. Then the guy with the cut cock took his place and push his hardon right inside without any fanfare. He lasted a good long while, even when the guy who just nutted got on his knees and start eating his ass out. He even grabbed the pig's rock hard boner and start stroking him, but careful enough not to let it nut. Eventually he start mumbling in spanish and in one push slammed his fuckmeat deep and unloaded. The third latin guy took over the cunt and started fucking. This guy must be a tit man because all he did as he pounded away was tweaking the pig's tits, which made him moan so loud in the shower i am sure our neighbors heard it. After a while, the first guy got hard again and stuck his boner into his brown ass while he fucked the pig. That did the trick as the first guy pounded the load out of the third, who blasted it directly into the pig's hole. I watch the pig's cock twitch and throb, a stream of precum dripping as the third guy pulled out. They left shortly afterwards, one of them giving me their number. That's nice of them. Next come a succession of gay boys i know and sometimes fucked in the area. We lounged in the hotel room smoking and drinking while they fucked the pig one after another. Some of them are so turned on about fucking a blinded pig they don't last more than a minute before cumming. A couple started fucking on the bed, and when it come time to nut they went to the shower and pushed their loads into the pig. Timmy came over just as the last of the boys are fucked out and leaving. By now it is almost 3 in the morning. Timmy used to be a cop, but he got drummed out when the chief found out he like to fuck dudes. He still look like a cop though with his crew cut, his big muscles, and his attitude. We bro-hugged. "Hey bro, haven't seen you in a while, how's things" "Good, good. Got a job in a security place couple hours away. Just got off work actually. I know it was you when i saw the ad on my phone so i got to come over" Timmy chuckled as he start to take off his clothes. He must have been busy in the tattoo parlor, because aside from his full sleeve of tribal on his right arm, he got a new giant scorpion tatt on his left pec, the tail wrapped around the side to his lower back. The pincers of the scorpion perfectly frames his left nipple. Between his football-player thighs dangles almost 9 inches of thick toxic goodness. I locked the motel door and followed him into the bathroom. The pig is there, blindfolded and still listening to the audio loop. I took his popper rag off his face. His cock is wilted a bit, but still more than half hard, a drop of precum dangling from the head. "please sir please fuck me....." the pig moaned as Timmy stick a finger into the cum-filled hole 27 I have no idea how many people fucked me at this point. After hickdad put me in the bathroom with the blindfold and headphones, i can only guess by the feeling in my ass how many have pushed their dicks into my cunt. All i can hear is the endless audio loop, overlaid with sounds of men fucking and cumming and laced with hypnotic beats... "You are a cum dump, you are a faggot, you are a cunt, you are a faggot, your only purpose in life is getting fucked., you are a faggot, your dick is worthless, your dick is a clit, you are a faggot, you love piss, you love cum, you are a faggot, you ...." I can feel dicks entering my ass, fucking me. Some are gentle. Some are rough. Some are fat and long, some are small. I feel fingers twisting my nipples, which made me rock hard. I felt someone stroking my dick, but they let go when i am close and i never get to cum. But most of all i can feel them pulsing inside me, putting more loads inside. I am so horny and i want more.... 28 "Damn how many dicks did this pig get? Its literally flooding" Timmy said as he fingers the pig cunt. His cock is already rock hard and ready. "I think at least 15 or 18, maybe more" I said as Timmy start pushing his fuckstick into the pig, who is moaning like crazy and backing his meaty ass onto Timmy's fuck rod. "Fuck yeah, fuck yourself with my dick, bitch" Timmy said as he grab the pig's hips and push it back and forth. The churning must be feeling good, cause the pig practiacally squeals in pleasure, and the pig clit is throbbing like its about to fall off. "oh god oh god oh god fuck me oh fuckkkkk" the pig moaned. Suddenly mid pounding the pig lost it and piss all over himself, spurts of pig piss arcing out of his throbbing hardon all over the shower as Timmy keeps on pounding. "Fucking A" Timmy said, grinning as he keep fucking the literal piss out of the pig. "Damn it feels so fucking good" "Here give him this" I handed him the popper rag, now soaked in fresh poppers. He promptly shoved it under the pigs nose, which make him buck harder against Timmy's fuckstick, taking him over the edge. "Fuck I am gonna nut. Take. IT. ALL." Timmy pound each word into the cunt before snapping tight and pouringing his toxic juice into the pig, who kept spurting piss and fucking itself on his fuckstick. As Timmy pulled out i quickly pushed a butt plug into the cunt, keeping all the cum inside. The pig is completely exhausted and so am I. After Timmy left, i uncuffed the pig from the shower, took off the blindfold and headphones, and moved it to the bed. I gently wiped it down with a hot wet towel and by the time i returned from the bathroom its already half asleep. I got into the bed myself and the pig turned toward me and put its head on my chest, right on the biohazard tattoo. I wrapped my arm around it as it falls asleep. 29 I woke up finding myself on hickdad's beefy chest. I am sore all over but still horny as hell. My dick is half hard and dripping a little precum, and i noticed Dave also has a severe case of morning wood. I got up, moved myself to the edge of the bed, and start sucking his cock. He is still fast asleep but his cock felt it, because i can feel him unconsciously pump his cock into my mouth. In no time at all i can feel his whole body twitch and his load spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it all before getting up and showering. 30 I woke up to find the pig missing from the bed. I started to worry but then i heard the shower running. I had a dream where i was getting head and i looked down to find traces of my cum on my pubes and I knew the pig blew me when i was sleeping. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I opened the door to find Matty standing there. Out of all the pigs i trained and converted, Matty is one of the few who stayed in the area. He is built like me, big and beefy, but without all the fur. He is so slutty and piggy that he would do almost anything to get off, and he probably has. We share a house together outside of town and he works in a construction company. We are not a couple, but we fuck a lot, with or without strangers. I sometimes call him my son, and he loves it. He got my load years ago, and now he is poz and on meds. "Hey daddy" "Hey boy comon in" I closed the door behind him "So how's the new pig?" "He is good. Probably sore this morning" We traded small talk just as the bathroom door opened and piggy came out, naked, hard and plugged. "Hi I am Matty, Dave is my daddy" he said, gesturing to me. "I am Cory, nice meeting you" the pig said. I didn't even know his name until now. Cory and Matty ended up on the bed while i resumed my seat in the chair. We chatted about our history together, and how Matty was trained and turned, and Matty is hungrily looking at Cory the whole time. He moved closer and closer to Cory, and suddenly the two started kissing. Cory practically tore Matty's clothes off abd before long the two pigs are naked and rubbing their rock hard clits together. "Cory you want to be my pig brother for Daddy Dave?" "Yes please..." Cory worked his way down to Matty's chest, sucking on his gyno tits like its breakfast. Meanwhile, Matty is gently rubbing his hands down Cory's back.

PART 5: RYAN EMBRACES HIS PLACE, JARED DESCENDS IN DESPAIR “Going to breed you good.” Hal’s body pressed Jared into the mattress. “Do it, Hal. Please.” Jared groaned as Hal thrust, hard, balls deep into his ass. Cumming. The twink was so proud he had pleased his lover. That he was able to get him to cum. After a few minutes, Hal rolled off of him. “Fuck. You need a lot of practice sucking cock, but your boypussy knows exactly how to get me off.” Jared blushed. He found this dirty talk embarrassing almost as much as he was aroused by it. “You feel amazing inside me.” He rested his head on Hal’s sweaty chest and closed his eyes. Savouring the closeness. The contact. The sweat. The heat. The heartbeat still racing in Hal’s chest. He never wanted this moment to end. “Can I stay with you tonight?” “No.” The word was firm. Definite. Harsh. Jared’s body tensed. He looked up to see Hal smiling above him. A cold smile. Cruel. “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” “You made me feel pretty good actually. I just got everything I want from you.” Jared felt like world had gone upside down. “What are you saying?” Hal put this palms together as if praying. “I just really want a guy who is morally pure. Who saves himself for marriage.” “What? Wait, wait, wait… I was saving myself... I only gave myself to you...because you said you loved me… ?” “Don’t be so fucking stupid.” Hal laughed. “I’m taking the piss. But I’m not looking to date — let alone get married — to anyone. Certainly not you.” Jared felt sick. Like he had fallen and had the wind knocked out of him. Hal rolled his eyes. “I’m feeling charitable, so let me explain the real world to you. You have one thing to offer guys: a hole to use and abuse. Now that I’ve had you, I’m done with you.” Like finding a missing piece of a puzzle, everything seemed to fall suddenly into place. Some of the things that Hal had said, some of the ways the could act, the moments of cruelty that came out of nowhere… it just made sense. He had been playing Jared like a violin. And Jared had let him. He wanted to be sick. His eyes were watering up. But he wouldn’t cry in front of Hal. He wouldn’t allow him that satisfaction. He got up from the bed and quickly got dressed. Not looking to or speaking to Hal. He didn’t even wait for Hal before bolting out of the bedroom and heading for the door. He was about to close the door behind him when Hal caught up with him. “You’ll thank me some day.” Hal said. “I’ve taught you a valuable lesson. Your whole life you’ve been told fairy tales about god, love, and other bullshit. Time to grow up. Life is hard. People are cruel. Everyone uses everyone. Deal with it.” “Fuck you.” The words tumbled out of Jared’s mouth, white hot with anger. He hated cussing but, at the moment, he didn’t care. “You’re an asshole, a sociopath. Get help.” Hal rolled his eyes as the door slammed. These fucking drama queens never took it well. Oh well... their outbursts always made him laugh. Still, he had a video from the hidden cameras to edit and get posted for his followers. With the cunt’s final words edited out. Of course. He needed to maintain his image with his followers after all. — MEANWHILE — Ryan could only grunt as Carl’s cock pounded his hole. The black man was no more gentle with his ass than he had been with his throat. Ryan was bent forward leaning over a bench. The reason he could only grunt, however, was that their audience had gotten bored with just watching. The cock in his mouth was the third since Carl had moved on to his ass. He was feeling more sober, but Carl had been giving him poppers since the fuck started…. so his head was still spinning. Having just cum down his throat, Carl had lasted a long time. But now his body tensed and he unleashed his load. His hips slamming his big cock mercilessly, balls deep, into Ryan’s aching ass. The slapping of flesh was all but lost in the noise of the club, but the impact was pushing Ryan off his balance. At last, spent, Carl leaned forward and rested his chest on Ryan’s back. His eyes watching Ryan work some stranger’s cock in his mouth. “Damn! Your ass is so tight.” Carl said into his ear, a smirk on his lips. “Well... it was. Not so tight anymore.” The cock in Ryan’s mouth pulled out. “If you’re done back there, let me in. Would love to add my load to yours. I love fucking stupid twinks bare!” “Bare?” Ryan croaked. His hand reached back and felt Carl’s cock as it slipped out. Carl’s very definitely bare cock. He had promised himself he wouldn’t let anyone do that again. But in the heat of the moment he hadn’t even thought about it. “Hell yes.” Carl replied. “Felt good, didn’t it?” “Well... yeah. But what about HIV or other stuff?” “Don’t worry, I’m clean.” Carl couldn’t believe he said that with a straight face. Sure. he was “clean”. He had taken a shower earlier this evening. He might be HIV positive and unmedicated... but he was “clean”. “Me too.” The other man said, making sure to hide his own biohazard symbol. “Come on.” Carl held the poppers up and Ryan took a big huff. “Let him fuck you. You know you want it.” Ryan paused. Then nodded. Carl had barely stepped away from his ass when the other man slipped his cock inside. Thrusting erratically. He wouldn’t last long. Carl moved forward and his lips found Ryan’s. Their tongues dancing in Ryan’s mouth. After a moment, however, he moved aside just enough for an eager cock to fill Ryan’s mouth. “You belong to me now.” Carl whispered in his ear. “You and I are going to have a lot of fun. I’m going to show you a whole new world, slut.” Slut. Ryan liked that word. He was a fucking slut. And he loved it! — MEANWHILE — Jared dried the last of his tears. He wanted to cry more but, for now at least, no more tears would come. He had been halfway through the park when he had finally broken down. He had come in to this nasty little park toilet to let himself cry. He had locked himself in the stall and sobbed for... who knows how long. Now, however, he just felt numb. How could he have been so stupid? He had wanted to save himself for someone he loved but instead had allowed Hal to trick him. First Ryan rejected him for all these year and then Hal treated him like a toy. A disposable toy. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he unloveable? His eyes wandered again to the hole that someone had made in the panel that separated his stall from the next one. You would think the local council would try to fix such acts of vandalism. The outside door opened. Jared quieted his breathing as best he could. Who ever had entered the park toilet went into the stall next to his. An eye appeared briefly in the hole between the two stalls. Then the unseen man sat on the toilet. Jared had heard of gloryholes, Ryan even claimed to have seen one on campus. The unseen man’s foot tapped his. Jared just stared down at it. Not even thinking about shifting it away. The unseen person moved. Stood. Stepped up to the partition, to the gloryhole, and pushed his cock into Jared’s stall. Maybe a foot from Jared’s face. Mouth. “Come on, cunt. “It’s not going to suck itself.” The unseen man’s voice was rough. Common. Crude. It reminded Jared of a porn video on Ryan’s computer once with a bunch of Northern “ruffians”, chavs, and scallys. He hadn’t understood the appear then, but now it was exciting. Jared had never imagined himself here. In this situation. It seemed so ... dirty. But... Why not? Not like he was a virgin anymore, He had already given that up. And who would ever know anyway? Who would know what he did? Here? In this dark toilet in a secluded part of the park? No. That wasn’t enough. Fuck Hal. And fuck Ryan. And fuck every man. Every one. They didn’t want love. They wanted sex. Cock and ass and suck and fuck. Why keep yourself pure and clean for some mythical future lover? Even if he exists, all he will want is any convenient mouth or ass? He slid off the toilet and onto his knees. Wrapping his fingers around the cock, drawing a sigh from the unseen man. “That’s right, show me a good time.” Jared learned forward and took the cock into his mouth. The second cock ever to be allowed to enter. It tasted so different rom Hal’s. A little less clean. Sweat. Maybe even a bit of piss. So nasty. But that is what guys wanted, right? Nasty. Fine. He would be as nasty as any of them. He sucked vigourously. He wanted the other man to cum. To use him like the hole he was. To baptise him into this new life of sin. Or pleasure. (Was there even a difference between the two?) But after a few minutes the other man pulled his cock out of Jared’s mouth. Jared looked through the hole. The other man was stroking with one hand and signalling with the other. Signalling... to turn around. As nasty as they wanted. Fine. Jared unfastened his belt and his trousers, pushing them down to his ankles. Faced away from the gloryhole. Bent over and pressed his ass back against the hole in the partition. The unseen man pushed forward. Sliding his bare cock into Jared. Into his hole, still slick from Hal’s cum. “Fuuuuuuuuuccck!” The other man groaned, his thrusts shaking the stalls and echoing in the toilet. “Take it, you dirty cunt.” Jared just thrust back against the thrusts. The way that Hal had taught him. NEXT: JARED WAKES UP TO UNPLEASANTNESS

Part 2: Jared and the Jock “What do you mean I need to pay to go in?” Jared complained. “I’m just looking for a friend.” “Uh huh.” The man at the sauna entrance rolled his eyes. “Everyone is just looking for a friend in there.” Jared’s face turned red. “That’s not what I meant! I’m just looking for MY friend. He came in earlier and isn’t answering my calls.” “You think that, maybe, he’s just busy having a good time?” The clerk smirked. “Maybe he doesn’t want to be bothered?” The thought had occurred to Jared... he wasn’t stupid. He, of course, preferred his own interpretation. He would go in, save Ryan, who would be so grateful that he would (of course) FINALLY agree to be boyfriends. “Please. I just want to make sure he’s ok.” “Sorry, mate. Either you pay, or you stand aside to let the guys waiting behind you to go in.” “Ease up, Dave.” A voice said behind Jared. “I’ll cover him.” Jared turned around. And up… the man behind him was tall, about 6 foot 2 and about 22 years old he guessed. Jared tried not to stare: at the man’s almost almond shaped brown eyes, dark hair, full lips… or his oh SO very tight and fit body. It was all Jared could do to not reach out and feel the red shirt which was caressed the stranger’s chest. Or glance down at what the blue jeans were hiding. “Oh. Um.” Jared stuttered. “Th-thank you so much.” “No worries, mate.” The man smiled (sending Jared's heartbeat racing) as he paid for both their admissions. “I’m Hal.” “I’m Jared.” “Let’s go inside and see if we can find your friend.” Hal put a hand on Jared’s lower back and steered him. Jared blushed. He needed to stay focused on Ryan he told himself... but the hand felt soooo good there. So natural. Firm but gentle. He didn't object. The twink did not notice the wicked grin that Hal shared with the clerk. “You have to be careful in places like this.” Hal said. “The vultures in here will be all over a beautiful guy like you. But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Jared just nodded. He felt so lucky to have stumbled on such a nice guy. And he had to admit, he loved the jealous looks other guys were throwing his way. Hal insisted they change into the towels the clerk had given them. “It will be easier if we just blend in.” He assured Jared. If Hal had been sexy fully dressed, Jared almost passed out seeing him get naked and wrap the towel around him. He even caught a glimpse of Hal’s cock. Hal’s very big cock. Jared's own cock, decent size if nothing special he knew, started to swell in response. He tried to cover it. If Hal had noticed, however, he was polite enough not to say anything. A man who looked like Hal was probably used to that reaction Jared told himself. "The club is kind of a big circle." Hal said as he they walked. He whispered in Jared's ear as they walked, pointing out the different areas. Jared could barely focus on the words. There was no sign of Ryan. “Maybe he’s, you know, in one of the booths right now?” Hal suggested. “Let’s sit down and wait a few minutes then we can go around again.” Jared just nodded. He wanted to find Ryan, of course he did, but he definitely didn’t mind all this attention he was getting from Hal. The tall man led him to a little room with a series of benches. Porn was playing on a TV screen. Jared blushed and tried not to look. But his eyes kept betraying him. He had watched porn before, alone in his room, always praying for forgiveness after. It was different seeing it here with other people around. Both more embarrassing and more exciting. “Tell me about your friend.” Hal asked. “How do you know each other.” “We’ve known each other for years. From both school and church. We're both Mormons -- the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Well. I am. Ryan doesn't think of himself as a member anymore." “You sound like you really care for him.” “I do. I always have.” Jared said with a sigh. “I mean, I know he doesn’t see me that way. As anything more than a friend. But I keep hoping.” Hal put his arm around Jared’s shoulder and pulled him close. Jared allowed himself to rest against the muscular chest. He was sad when thinking about Ryan but his cock was straining even harder from feeling Hal’s hard body against his. He felt like a feather laying on a rock. It was so comfortable. So perfect. “It’s ok.” Hal assured him, pulling them closer. “There is someone out there for you. Either your friend or someone else.” “I hope so. Sometimes I want to just give up. I’ve been saving myself for him. I want to lose my virginity with him. But I think I’m going to die alone.” He didn’t see the hungry look in Hal’s eyes when he mentioned his virginity. “Shhh. Don’t talk like that. Let’s take another walk around and see if we can find him. Ok?” Jared didn’t want to stand up or stop resting against Hal but he did as he was told. He was very pleased, however, when Hal’s hand rested again on his lower back. Slightly lower this time. In that area where it was hard to say if the hand was on his lower back or his butt. Either way, Jared couldn't deny he liked the touch. But still no Ryan. After a couple of circuits of the club they found themselves again in the video room. Jared leaned against Hal without thinking. Just feeling the heat and sexiness of the man. Hal leaned over and kissed his cheek. Jared turned and allowed their lips to meet. Hal’s breath smelled like a breath mint, he thought absently. A very very sexy breath mint. Out of the corner of his eye, Jared noticed two guys walk into the video room. “I’m telling you, he was the hottest piece of ass I’ve had in years.” One of the men said. “A college boy I’m guessing. He had the look.” Jared glanced over without unlocking his lips from Hal. The two men were older, probably in their sixties, and the one talking was flabby and saggy both front and back. His friend was taller and gaunt. He looked ill. “Yeah, yeah.” The gaunt man teased. “You always get lucky when there are no witnesses.” “Well, you should have gotten here earlier. He’d clearly been fucked a couple times tonight — raw based on the cum dripping from his ass — but he was still tight.” Jared’s stomach felt like a lead balloon. Sinking. “Sure, sure.” The gaunt man said. “Well, I suppose I should at least be grateful you aren’t claiming he gave you his virginity.” “Believe me or not. The slut laid there and let me breed his ass. His fit little body writhing and working out my load. He moaned like a bitch too. Didn’t say much but but sounded like he was from London or somewhere close. Posh little cum slut. It was heaven.” Jared couldn’t breathe. He broke the kiss with Hal and turned to face the two men. They didn't even notice him. The gaunt man paused. “You're serious, aren’t you? Some college boy really let you fuck him?” “Told you man, you should have gotten here earlier.” Tears welling up his eyes, Jared jumped up and ran from the room. The old men's eyes followed him curiously. And hungrily. Hal caught up with him in the locker room and put his arm around him again. Holding him as Jared’s body shook with sobs. “I’m guessing that was your friend they were talking about?” “Ryan was willing to get fucked by THAT?” Jared choked out between sobs. “That old fat guy? But doesn’t want to be anything other than friends with me? What the hell is wrong with me? Am I ugly or something?” Hal put his fingers on Jared’s jaw, turning him to face him. “That’s enough of that. I don’t want to hear you say that again.” Jared couldn’t believe how lucky he was. How he had found someone who was so kind when he needed it most. Hal kissed him again. “Let’s get you out of here. OK?” Jared nodded. The two got dressed again and then he let Hal lead him back out of the sauna. Yet again, he didn’t see the smiles and winks between the clerk and Hal. Or the thumbs up that the clerk gave Hal behind his back. “Let’s get you a cab, ok?” Hal said. “I don’t have money for a cab.” “Well, I’ll give you money. I don’t want you walking home alone.” “You don’t have to…” “I want to. And I want to see you tomorrow.” Hal glanced at his watch. “Or today rather. Tonight. A date if you are up for it. Is that ok?” Jared smiled in spite of his torment. And nodded. He was so lucky. Maybe heavenly father could forgive him for being gay. Could allow him to meet someone so wonderful and kind. Hal put his phone number and address in Jared’s phone while they waited for the cab. “So, I’ll see you at 8. Right?” “Yes, that sounds good.” Jared wanted Hal to invite him over now, just to hold him. He didn’t want to be alone, but was afraid to say anything. Hal pulled him close as the cab pulled up, gave him a long and lingering kiss, and held his cell phone up and snapped a picture. “Just something to remind myself how gorgeous you are.” Jared was blushing as he climbed in the cab. The cab driver was watching him in the rear view mirror but didn’t make any comments. Hal watched the cab pull away then pulled his phone back out and uploaded the picture he had just taken. He laughed to himself as he typed out the message to his followers: See this hot little twink? This fine piece of virgin meat doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to take his cherry in less than 24 hours. Raw. On camera. And he is going to beg me for it. All my subscribers will, of course, get full access to the video. Pre-order now to hear this little cunt scream for mercy.” Hal hummed to himself as he put the phone in his pocket and went back into sauna. The thought of breaking in, and hopefully pozzing, a virgin hole had him rock hard. And there were always guys in the sauna who would happily take his load no questions asked. Life was good.

When i was underage I was curious for a while until i got a few bj's from guys in toilets. Eventually i went on the net and joined Gaydar under a false age and met a guy. I was always honest about my age when guys chatted to me. I was 14, he was 37 and from England. Nice bod, great cock. We always barebacked. He'd come over to pick me up and I'd go to his place every other weekend when i was done with schoolwork and spend a night with him and his partner. I got his phone number and we played until i was 17, then i moved outerstate and never saw him again. He is definitely a main part of the reason i like older guys. I didn't even know that what we were doing was illegal. He mentioned it a week after my 16th birthday (the age of consent of M2M sex where i lived). I'm sure he knew while we were playing, but didn't want to mention it.

Just to add an image to go along with the story...next time I'll remember to grab one ahead of time to include in the initial post.