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My journey: So my Dad and I had moved across state to a new parish as my father was a minster, it was left evening and I was in my bedroom getting my IT stuff all set up when I looked out of my window and to my shock I could see right into my neighbours bedroom and what a sight, there was a guy naked fucking the life out of a young guy doggie style, I couldn’t take my eyes off as this guy was smashing the young guy’s butt, I immediately sprung a boner as I watched I knew I shouldn’t but I was hooked. Then to my shock the guy fucking turned his head and waved at me, damn I’d been caught quickly dropping to the floor so he couldn’t see me. I pulled the blinds down and then did what any 18 year old had to do I dropped my pants and boxer and knocked one out, one of the most intense ejaculations I had ever had 😊. The next morning, I was eating breakfast with Dad when there was a knock at the door, my Dad answered the door and it was my neighbour shit this was going to be bad I thought. Dad came in and said Son this is Jon he’s a neighbour of ours, Dad offered Jon a coffee they started talking about normal crap then came a moment of panic when Jon asked Dad if I could give him a hand with some furniture moving, Dad said of course, thanks said Jon getting up Dad said come on Sam don’t keep Sam waiting. Once outside Jon said to me did you enjoy the show last night I squirmed and started to apologies, Jon said nothing to worry about I wont tell your Dad it’s our secret if your good!! We made it into his apartment and he was genuine about the furniture moving to my relief, once we had done I was heading out and Jon said hold on I have something for you I think you’ll like handing me a flash drive, I was later to find out it had a Trojan horse on it! I thanked him and left curious as to what was on it as any 18 year old would be. I waited for Dad to go to the church as soon as it was safe, I plugged the flash drive into my laptop and opened the file. Wow it was a video of Jon barebacking a twink I jumped on my bed quickly stripping and started wanking my cock, little did I know that Jon had control of my PC and was recording my every move until my cum erupted from my cock all over my chest and face. Wow that was intense!! Later on that day an email came through and it was Jon, then the penny dropped, as I opened the file it showed me watching him breeding the twink and me cumming all over myself. The email read, this will go nowhere if you do as I say if not its going to your Dad and will be posted to all your friends on social media, simple choice be over at mine at 8pm if your late it will be posted. Jon I had no choice, so I made a lame excuse to Dad and went over to Jon’s butterflies where tying my stomach in knots as I knock on his door. Jon opened in the door dressed in a robe as I entered, he said, pleased you could make it, you made the right choice, don’t worry your only here to watch Sam. As we walked into the main living room, I was greeted with the sight of a young black Twink who introduced himself as Leon. Sam, Leon and I are going to put on a web show tonight and you are our guest to watch live, I had a sense of relief. Come on Leon, Sam lets go and put on a show for our customers, we all made the way to Jon’s bedroom once inside Jon told me where to stand and disrobed damn he was hung and ripped, 200 pounds of pure muscle with a 9 inch fat cock and low hanging balls all hairless with a thick silver cock ring and I noticed a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. Leon quickly shed his clothes and was so petite 110 Lbs wet (not a single ounce of fat on him and completely hairless) in comparison to Jon, Leon’s cock was about the same size as Jon’s but looked bigger on his small frame, I was instantly hard. Jon said to me is all good if you need to knock one out Sam. I said no I’m good thanks. Jon, handed me a camera and said I could help with the filming, he also handed me a mask and told me to put it on to protect my identity, remember anything I say to you is not a request you know what will happen if you don’t I’ll press send and your photos will go viral 😊. With that Jon and Leon faced me and spoke whilst I was filming, Jon said guys this is Leon he’s here to give up his hole to my Poz seed, Leon are you excited, Leon said yes can’t you tell as he flicked his hard black cock for the camera, Jon told me to get close to Leon's cock and see the pre-cum oozing from his slit. Next Leon jumped on the bed and did a series of poses for the camera, my cock had never been so hard and a wet patch was showing through trackies. Leon then got on his knees and swallowed Jon’s cock all the way down his throat as Jon started face fucking him, this was quickly followed by the pair of them 69ing with Leon on top whilst Jon eat his hole slipping one, two then three fingers in and stretching him all the time little Leon was moaning in pleasure, finally saying please fuck me Jon I can’t wait any longer, Jon flipped Leon on his back and swallowed his cock whilst finger fucking his hot hole, soon enough Leon yelled I’m going to cum and I focused in on his cock in Jon’s mouth and could see the pulsing of his shaft as Leon ejaculated into Jon’s mouth. Jon quickly got Leon on his back exposing his twink boy hole and spat Leon’s cum on his hole, there you go cum lube Jon said as he lined up his hard throbbing cock and said tell me you want Daddy’s Poz cock to breed you Leon, YES, YES please fuck me, with that in one hard thrust the whole of Jon’s cock was balls deep and he started power fucking Leon’s hole as he moaned, they switched positions a number of times with Jon saying I’m close Leon tell me again what do you want, Leon said breed me seed me with you Poz cum fucking seed me deep. Jon then positioned Leon on all fours and slammed into his gapping boy hole and trust so hard and then said I cumming take in Boy and he breed Leon deep, almost on cue me cock lost control and I started cumming in my trackies. When Jon finally pulled his cum covered cock from Leon’s hole, he told Leon to push the cum out, the sight was amazing the contrast of white Poz cum against Leon’s black bubble but, Jon then licked up his cum and feed it with a passionate kiss into Leon’s mouth. Leon turned to the camera and said he’s had his first Poz seed and I think he’s hooked. Okay Sam you can switch off now which I did. Leon help clean up Sam he’s had an accident. Sam take the mask off now you don’t need it as Leon pulled down my trackies and licked up all the cum from my cock and legs all the time my cock was hard, he then swallow my cock down his throat the sensation was hard to describe and soon enough I could feel my balls tighten and the tingling sensation at the head of my Virgin cock and soon I started cumming into Leons mouth ropes and ropes of cum, when it finished Leon started kissing me and feeding me my salty pure cum. Excellent boys as I turned I could see Jon had the camera in hand nicely done that great footage. Jon said, see Sam nothing to be scared about and you know you loved it, now go home and I’ll be in contact soon. As soon as I got home I was relieved that Dad was out so I had a shower and logged onto my PC to find another email from Jon titled your journey is just starting, I opened the attached file which showed me in full face framed with my cock cumming in Leons mouth and the passionate kissing at the end, I was horrified but realised choices were no longer mine. My training The next day I woke to my Dad calling me so I rushed downstairs and Dad said there’s a friend of your at the door somebody called Leon, he also said how pleased he was that I had made new friends, I could feel my face redden as little did Dad know that the evening before I had cummed in Leons mouth and filmed him getting breed with Poz seed. Dad said Leon has asked if you could go over to his place while his parents are away and I said yes sure, so go and have fun. I invited Leon in and we went to my room and I asked him what was he thinking and Leon said he was under instructions from Jon now get a small bag to make it look legit we are expected at Jon’s, I did just that and we headed out the door and went round the back of Jon’s once inside Jon come on Sam you have a long day ahead. Jon led me by the hand and I was expecting to go to his bedroom instead he led us down into his basement, well basement it was more of a dungeon. Once inside he said come on boys strip and both Leon and I shed our clothes, I was the complete opposite to Leon so pale and were he said hairless I had a bush of pubic hair and a treasure trail. Okay Sam time to make you look the part, Jon raised my hand cuffed my wrist and attached to some pully’s and then raised me so I was on tip toes, okay you’re not going anywhere and by the looks of your ragging hard on you are just were you want to be Sam. As I hung there Leon set up camera all round and started filming. Okay Jon said we need to get all this nasty hair off your skinny twink body, Leon came over and started covering my pit and pubic hair in shaving foam then Jon started shaving me smooth, soon enough I was being washed down showing my hairless body, the monitors in the room showed every stroke of the razor. Okay lets do his bubble butt, I was lowered slightly then they attached ankle straps and then chains my legs where spread and I was lowered down and my wrist locked to floor hooks, as I looked up at the screen I could clearly see my pink rosebud on display, Jon then shaved any hair from my virgin boy hole, they next got some oil and oiled my slim body all over Leon was paying great attention to my cock and balls milking my cock as he went, at the same time I could feel Jon’s fingers pushing at my ring then slowly a finger went in the sensation was incredible as I was being finger fucked first one then two then three fingers stretching my hole, it was to much and my cock erupted the biggest orgasm of my life all over Leons face. Jon’s finger came out and he said that’s enough for now, and I knew that I wanted to be a bottom boy cum hound.

Not My Story, but it was improved by me Groped and Pozzed I am a 21 year old white bubble butt who is engaged to another 21 year old white guy. We have been dating since we were 19 and have fallen so deeply in love that we got engaged this January. Our relationship has been mostly perfect, however our sex life is bland. I am a submissive bottom, and he is a top, so things usually go smoothly, however he doesn't have as high of a libido as I do, and it makes it hard for me to be fully satisfied. Add this to the fact that I've always secretly considered cheating to be hot and you have a recipe for disaster. Me and my fiance usually go to a gay club every few weeks. Not to hook up with other guys or anything, but to just dance and drink and have fun with other gay couples. I've admittedly stared at some hot guys multiple times before, however my fiance doesn't ever notice. Yesterday we decided to go to the club, and I got ready. I was wearing these tight black gym shorts that were above my knee and showed off my round ass. My fiance liked the view and wore casual clothes. I was feeling risky and decided to go commando without telling him. I wore a t-shirt and that was it. We get to the club and it is going great. Every time I go to the club I get hit on at least once, so it wasn't a surprise when this big older guy started looking at me with a grin, and made suggestive comments. I politely told him off, but only because my fiance was with me. Throughout most of the night nothing happens. We have fun, drink, talk, and dance. Towards the end, we were out on the main floor and were dancing to whatever music was playing, when I felt a big hand squeeze my left cheek tightly. My fiance was several feet away and talking to someone else so he didn't notice. I turn my head to see a fit black guy groping my ass. He's wearing tight jeans and a tank top. I see a bulge form as he rubs his fingers in between my soft asscheeks. He slyly smiled at me and I nodded to let him know he could keep touching me. He moved closer behind me and tightly squeezed both of my cheeks. His grip was so strong that I had to regain my balance. I subtly moved a few feet away from my fiance so that he couldn't see anything happen. Soon enough I felt this guy's hand move to my waist, and I feel him force his hands inside the back of my shorts. I stay still as he cups my bare ass with his hands. He does this for a minute before pulling one of my cheeks to the side, and begins rubbing my asshole with his fingers. This made me grunt quietly, and I whispered to him if he knew anywhere private we could go. He said his car had tinted windows, and that we could go there. I agreed, and he pulled his hands out of my shorts. I walked up to my boyfriend and told him I was going to head to a shop down the street for a few minutes to grab a snack. I said goodbye and walked out front and then went behind the club where there was a parking lot. The guy came out not too far behind me and guided me to his sedan, which had almost black windows. He told me to get in the backseat, and I listened. He joined, before locking the door. He immediately took his shirt off, revealing his abs and 6 pack. He then took his pants off, revealing a huge, fully erect cock. I pulled my shorts off and began jerking him off. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down. I only did this for about 2 minutes, before he told me to lean back on the seat. I did as told and laid completely flat on my back, with my legs up to my shoulder revealing my ass to him. He grinned and began rubbing my asshole with his finger. I moaned and groaned as he rubbed around my hole, even pushing the tip in a few times. Soon though, he couldn't wait. He began lubing my ass up. It was happening. He covered my ass in lube, and asked me if he should wear a condom. I told him no, and he was pleased with that. He pulled my ass to the side a bit to provide himself a better angle from the small corner he was in, before he pulled his hard cock up, and kneeled right next to my asshole. He pressed his tip against my hole a few times, before he couldn't help himself and shoved his entire bare massive cock balls deep inside my tight asshole. We both moaned and groaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, and squeals of pleasure came out of me as he slowly pulled himself mostly out and then all the way in again. We moaned together as he slowly thrusted in and out of my tight asshole, stretching me out with every push. I held my legs up with my hands, and watched as he pounded me with his thick cock on his knees. It was then that I noticed a small tattoo of a scorpion just above his crotch with a red “plus” sign. I felt like such a slut. We fucked for a good few minutes before he came inside me, filling me up with his warm sperm. I clenched my hole to not make a mess and pulled my pants up, got my shirt on, and left his car. I gave him a smile before I went back to the bar and greeted my fiance, with a stranger's semen deep inside me. He smiled at me and gave me a wink, He handed me his number and told me to let him know when I get his “gift”. I gave him a puzzled look. He then pointed at his tat and smiled. I got home and googled his tattoo, my cock instantly became hard, and for the first time in our relationship. I fucked my fiance. He saw me with a devilish look in my eyes. He never put up a fight. I slid my 5inch cock into his ass with relative ease. Something told me this was not his first time taking a cock ever let alone that day. I gave him 10 hard thrusts and pumped a 5-day load into his fucked ass. We both fell asleep, but he woke me up a little bit later standing naked holding two pieces of paper. He asked me if this guy fucked me? I nodded yes. I asked how he knew…because he fucked me too he said quietly. “You know he pozzed us” he said quietly. I again nodded, “yes”. And with that my fiance’s cock grew to his 7 inch to full mast. He pounced on me and shoved his cock in my already fucked hole. He did not last long flooding me with his still negative load. After he came in me like he had done hundreds of times. “I just called him, he’s on his way here to finish the job for both of us.” my fiance whispered in my ear. In a few moments there was a knock at the door. There may be a part 2. Let me know what you like I love your hot feedback her and in my messages Joey

When I was released, Leon came over and I licked my cum from his face and then I kissed him sharing the sweet nectar. Jon then said to me how are you feeling Sam, horny was my response, what was I saying, excellent came the response from Jon. Let’s get a drink and we head off out of the basement. The three of us started talking about the plans for the afternoon and Jon asked me are you ready to accept your destiny and I said yes but I was a little scared, don’t be Leon said you will be free to fuck and breed and never wrap your cock in a nasty condom. Okay Jon said let’s get some sexy photos of you so our clients can get a preview, we will that our time until you can’t resit the thought of raw cocks breeding your Virgin boy pussy Sam. I think as a first Sam you should breed Leon would you boys like that and I lent in and gave Leon a Kiss, that’s a yes then Boys 😊 After a short break Jon said come on let’s have some fun and we headed back down my cock hard and bouncing with every step, Jon had me doing lots of posses as both he and Leon recorded and took stills, I was so horned up my cock seemed to be constantly leaking pre cum. Once finished, Jon said something missing a cock ring to really pull balls forward and make your cock throb, he got a half inch thick black rubber cock ring and tried to get it over my cock and balls but I was too hard. Leon go get some Ice, soon enough Leon was back with some ice and the cold made my cock deflate as quick as a flash the cock ring was stretched and pulled over once in place, I was instantly so hard I thought my cock would explode. Jon said Leon I don’t think Sam has time for foreplay. Jon told me I would be doing a quick introduction for the clients on camera just answer the questions boys. Okay and Jon started the Camera. Jon, So Sam is this your first time? Sam: Yes, I’m a Virgin Jon: Leon what do you want from Sam? Leon: I’m going to be his first and I want Sam to drain his balls with his fat long raw cock in my Boy pussy, Leon grabbed Sam’s cock and pulled it down hard it flicked straight back up. Jon: Sam, do you want to get fucked as well? Sam: Yes, I’m a little scared but I want to live free of condoms I want to be a Cumdump like Leon taking any cocks and cum on offer. Jon: Sam would you like to lose your cherry to a Positive cock? Sam: Yes, I know it’s my destiny to be seeded by Poz cocks and I want to partner Leon as a duo for Poz men. Jon: Sam, Leon hasn’t tested positive yet so do you want my Poz seed, its un-medicated with a really high Viral load so its sure to convert you? Sam: Yes, I would love that then both Leon and I would have the same DNA. Jon: Awesome let’s make a start boys.

My sump pump went out last night so I had to go to the hardware store this morning to purchase a new one. I was feeling really horny to get my lips around a nice hot cock so I pulled up Sniffies on my phone and headed to the hardware store. I sat in the parking lot and check the app but there wasn’t anyone super close to me, so I figured I’d go inside and shop some. As soon as I got inside, I decided to go straight back to the restroom and wait there. The bathroom is very cruisy and there’s definitely quite a bit of action that happens there so I patiently waited in my stall waiting for someone to come in and give me the sign. I wasn’t sitting there long when I saw a top on the Sniffies map, so I sent him a DM to see if he wanted sucked off. He replied in broken English but it was pretty clear he wanted to fuck. I told him exactly where I was and he was there in minutes. I heard the door open and he walked in and went directly to the stall next to me. Before he even sat down he said, “Sniffies?“ In a very heavy Mexican accent. I responded yes and right away I could hear him taking one leg of his pants off and almost instantly his two knees and his hard cock slid underneath the stall wall. His cock was a beautiful piece of meat, not super long maybe 5” but he had incredible girth and was uncut. His girth was easily double that of your average cock. His skin was a beautiful shade of brown, with large, pronounced veins, wrapping all the way around leading back to his muff of jet black pubic hair. I was wearing track pants so I easily took one leg out to expose myself. I got down on my knees and slid his fat cock in my mouth and started sucking him. He was already hard and ready to go so he stopped me after maybe 30 seconds and said that he wanted to fuck now. So I took his cock out of my mouth and tore open my little packet of Astro glide and laid on my back. I rolled my legs back and slid forward, presenting my lubed hole well under the stall wall. Within seconds I could feel the pressure on my hungry hole as he pushed it a few times to lube his cock. He popped in with one hard push and I could instantly feel his girth. he started thrusting away, and it felt fucking amazing! His fat cock was hitting my P spot absolutely perfectly with each stroke. He had been fucking me for a minute maybe a little longer and I started to shoot my load which got all over my T-shirt but I didn’t care. He must’ve felt me tighten up and heard my quiet moans because he started thrusting vigorously. Moments later, with a few hard slams, he emptied his load deep in my guts. He pulled out rather quickly, and I could feel him touching my whole fingers. He must’ve put a couple fingers in me. I’m not sure how many but more than one and I heard him start taking pictures. He said Gracias amigo, and with that he put the one leg of his pants back on because I could hear his belt jingling, and what seemed like seconds later, I heard the stall door open, and he left. I slid out from under the stall wall, and sat down on the toilet and debated if I wanted to push out his load or keep his DNA in me until I got home. I decided to keep it so I cleaned up and went on with my morning. I appreciate that you guys take the time to read about my experiences. I really do like sharing them.

**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 interpreted as medical advice or instructions.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 12 - Peter and Eric getting souvenirs In the morning, all four young men woke up from the bed in Peter and Eric's hotel room. There seemed to be dried sperm everywhere. Sam asked the Germans how they felt now. "Last night was the hottest I've ever lived. It was mind-blowing to see my boyfriend begging strangers to cum in his hole. I never realized how similar we are. We're a cumdump couple. I think collecting loads will be a joint task for both of us. We can encourage each other to be better holes for anyone who wants to. I realized at night that I love Peter more and more," confessed Eric. Peter and Eric kissed passionately and at the same time Eric rubbed Jonas' testicles and cock with his hand. Jonas's cock stood hard again and Eric guided it into his boyfriend's asshole. "So horny slut, beg for cum again. Last night I heard you begging. You know how to do it. You begged big, unknown, dirty cocks to squirt their seed deep into your hole. I didn't know what a submissive slut you are Peter," Eric said to his boyfriend. "Jonas, fuck me. Empty your balls into my hole. Seed me with fresh cum. Please," begged Peter. Jonas started fucking Peter in the missionary and Eric pushed his hard cock into Sam from behind. Again, the sounds of fucking and panting filled the hotel room. Every now and then Peter begged Jonas to inseminate him. After fucking, Sam went to work at the store, Jonas to school, and Peter and Eric to explore the city. During breakfast, Eric had found out where the cruising park Sam had mentioned the day before was located. The cruising area was located at the back of the park near the brick toilet building. Eric had read that gays also met each other in and behind the toilet. Eric led his boyfriend straight to the bathroom. There was a man standing on the urinal in the toilet, who looked untidy. Eric went to stand next to the man and dug his own cock out of his pants and flashed the man's organ at the same time. The man didn't piss but he gently stroked his cock and Eric did the same to his own cock. An approving sound came from the man's mouth and he turned more in Eric's direction. Eric grabbed the man's cock with his hand and jerked it a couple of times. The man's cock was also clearly unwashed. Eric smelled the strong odor coming from under the man's foreskin. Eric looked the man in the eyes and asked if he wanted to fuck. "Oh yes, I love young sluts," said the man. Eric beckoned Peter over and told him to drop his pants and show him his ass. Peter obeyed and bent forward revealing his Jock strapped young ass to the untidy man. Eric guided the man's cock towards Peter's hole. "Can I go unprotected," asked the man and licked his lips. "Beg," Eric ordered Peter. "Sir, fuck me with your bare cock. Seed me," begged Peter. The man immediately pushed himself balls deep into Peter's hole. "I love uninhibited bug boys. Where are you from?", the man asked Eric as he thrust his cock into Peter's hole again and again. "Well, from Germany, nice! Did you come here for some exciting souvenirs," continued, grinning at Eric. "Actually, I can offer you several," said the man, pulling away from Peter's ass. The man shoved his cock into his dirty briefs and pulled the zipper of his pants closed. He started for the door and told Eric and Peter that they should follow. The man walked through the park to the side of the soccer field. On the other side of the field was an area that looked like an abandoned industrial area. The man walked towards a building in very poor condition, the windows were broken and the walls were covered in graffiti. The man led the boys into the building and up the stairs to the basement floor. The building was dark and smelled bad. Finally they came to a larger room where a group of men were sitting on mattresses. The men were listening to the radio, smoking cigarettes and drinking something from a plastic canister. One of the men looked towards the door and asked who Jared had with him. "Here are two German young dumb bug collectors I found at the bus station cruise. The boys want to take home some really good souvenirs," laughed Jared. There was a roar among the men and the men began to jerk Peter and Eric in every direction. Very quickly, both boys were standing in the basement of an abandoned warehouse wearing nothing but socks and jockstraps. One of the men lifted a dirty and smelly mattress in the middle of the circle and the boys were pushed onto the mattress to lie on their stomachs. The boys could hear the men complimenting Jared on the catch. They say Jared always finds the best chasers. But never before have there been two so young, fresh and uncorrupted. Jared climbed on Peter's back and another man climbed on Eric's back. For the next few hours, the men took turns pumping the boys' holes. The men's animality and dirtiness was intoxicating to the boys. Both boys chanted continuously "Breed me", "make me pregnant", "fuck me", "seed me". Men yell "take my load slut", "innocent slut", "bug boy", " toxic load", " take my bug"... In the end, all the men's balls were completely drained. Both of the Germans had countless dirty loads inside them. The men lay lazily on the mattresses and praised the boys' asses as the boys got dressed. Someone shouted that the boys are welcome again if they want to secure their souvenirs. When the boys got out again, they were surprised that it was only midday. There hadn't been any daylight in the basement, so the passage of time had gone completely wrong for them.

He was definitely staring. Every booth in the arcade was full. Thanks to some stupid state law, likely meant to inhibit sex (ironic, Black's Beach was just south in La Jolla...), there were no doors or curtains and one could see many of the booths and their occupants. My pants were done up, but I was rubbing myself through my shorts...and he was staring. He had a casual look, leaning back in the darkness of the booth, I could catch bits of detail from the flashes of TV light. Short hair, salt and pepper, trimmed in beard and moustache, decently built, he looked like he was in his early fifties. And that stare. For the briefest moment...you know that moment, when the eyes meet yours for the first time and lock. You quickly looked away, didn't you? I did. But just like you did, I looked back a little later, just to see, right, to see if he was actually looking at me, was he? That stare. I was 18, fresh into school at Camp Pendleton, and the porn shop in Oceanside was a natural draw. There were plenty of places to buy skin mags but this was the only video arcade young Marines knew of, otherwise, in the early 90's, you had to get a room at the Miramar or one of the other hotels and suck up the stupid cost of a hotel porn film. No, this place was where you went to see the films and, as a young Midwestern 18 year old, first delved into the reality of your sexuality. It was a straight film I had up but now I could barely concentrate on Tom Byron blowing his load over Tori Wells' tight ass. He was still staring. And his hand was grazing across his crotch, his legs carelessly spread...was that his dick? Was he actually stroking? While he's staring at me? Is this guy gay? He chose that moment to leave his booth; he had to walk right past mine, I tried not to look but his eyes never left me and I could feel it. The state. As he passed by, his left hand 'casually' brushed the framing of my booth and a soft noise indicated he'd smacked the edge with a ring, not enough to be noticed...except by me. The sound of metal on wood caused me to look up. He was still staring at me and when I looked up and our eyes locked again, he motioned toward the store with a nod of his head and was gone. I sat there shocked. Had never experienced anything like this before. But when you know you're being scoped you KNOW, instinct tells you what experience can't and I knew. He wanted me to follow. Would I? I wasn't gay...but THAT wasn't really true either, was it? I'd played with things I could get up my butt as a kid, even a big black dildo, my mother's, from the time I'd hit puberty, certainly long enough to know I liked it. And there was that night in San Diego a few weeks earlier, and the two men who came to my tiny YMCA cubbyhole. But I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend after all, and you couldn't have a girlfriend and be gay... But I felt I had to follow him, see where this went, so I got up and went for the door. And in the bright, harsh fluorescents, among Marines and others browsing and marvelling at the smut on display, there he was, looking at a dildo. A large one. And as if on cue, he casually looked across the wall in a way that naturally allowed him to see me coming out of the arcade. I stepped into the toy aisle and moved past him a bit. After a few moments I could feel him passing behind me and that was when reality hit. A whisper, barely audible, lost to the background and just for me. ”Outside, white Chevy, just get in," and again, gone. My heart raced. I was right. He was definitely staring at me,he was definitely hitting on me, he was definitely cruising me (though I had no idea of that term or it's meaning)...and I was now definitely walking out the door into the California sun, where, sure enough, he was behind the wheel of a white Chevrolet. Watching. I walked to the car and got in; without a word he pulled out and we were gone. It was that easy. As he pulled into traffic south toward Carlsbad, he rested his hand on my bare thigh and gave my leg a squeeze then left it there, chuckling quietly as he felt me tense up. "First time?" he said. It wasn't a question. He went on, not waiting for me to respond, "My name is Brad, it's nice to meet you..." he trailed off, expecting a response. "Jeff. I'm Jeff." I stuttered in response. It was about all I could say. My mouth was suddenly dry. "Well Jeff,it's nice to meet you. I think we'll have a good time this afternoon, yeah?” He chuckled again and his hand slid a bit further up my leg. "I'm positive. You'll remember this, you never forget your first time." All pretense was gone, the fingers drifted into the leg of my shorts as he drove "I love that I'm your first time. Heh, makes me a virgin killer I guess." 'How could he know?' I thought to myself. We rode the rest of the way making small talk, he danced on and off sexual questions as he got me loosened up, all the time that hand crept up my thigh bit by bit. He'd done this before. That became evident. And his casual questions, what you'd expect, the usual, worked to open me even more. How old I was, where I was from, did I have a girlfriend,had I ever been with a man, what did I like. The typical questions we ask a new partner. The questions that told him I was, in fact, a virgin to what he was offering. "Here we are Jeff, home sweet home.". A nice townhouse in Carlsbad. Where I grew up in one afternoon in 1992. to be continued...

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"Fuck me" said the host of the party as he opened the door and saw us standing there. "Hi" I said, smiling at his reaction. "Well hello soldier" he replied, before his eyes moved to my brother. "This must be the quarterback." "Hello sir" my brother said, sounding a little shaky. "Good to see you, young man" he replied. "You are going to be very popular." I saw my brother gulp, but he nodded at the older man. "I hope so sir" he said. "Well, come on inside boys" the man said, stepping aside. "Welcome to the party." We went inside, and followed the direction he gestured to make our way down the hallway to a huge kitchen-diner-den room. There were three big leather couches in there, with various guys sitting or standing around. "The entertainment's here!" the host announced, closely following us as we entered the room. The other men all turned to look, cheering or clapping their approval at the sight of us. We both stood there and looked around them all until the hubbub had quietened down, and then the host got us both a beer and gestured for us to join the other guys. We had both barely sat down on empty spots on separate couches when hands were placed on our shoulders, thighs, or wherever there was a gap. A guy standing behind the couch my brother was sitting on had leaned over and started feeling up his admittedly impressive pecs, which of course were still hidden under his football jersey. These guys weren't wasting any time, and we were clearly soon going to be getting fucked. And get fucked we did. I had drunk maybe two sips of my beer before the bottle was taken out of my hand and replaced with a cock to hold, while my other hand was being held against another man's still clothed crotch. This was all immaterial though, as drinking was no longer an option. Another man had taken up a standing position right in front of me and presented me with his own dick to suck, and despite the fact that this had actually never really been my thing, I went with it. I could no longer see my brother, but realised things had moved on a bit further on that couch when I heard one of the men complimenting his ass. Eventually the guy standing in front of me pulled his dick out of my mouth and stepped back, presenting me with the sight of my brother on all fours over the back of the couch, his face pressed in a guy's crotch, both arms outstretched so he could jerk off some men kneeling next to him, and a guy crouching down behind him rimming him out. I could not see where his shorts had gone, but he was still in his long socks, sneakers and bright red jock. Taking their cues from what was happening to my brother, then men who were swarmed around me proceeded to remove my boots and socks, then stood me up to get my pants off before turning me round and getting me on all fours on the couch. A man came round the couch and stood in front of me so I could take his dick into my mouth, but the other men focused on my ass rather than having me jerk them off any more. I felt a finger or two explore my hole, but it cannot have been more than a couple of minutes before they were replaced with a cock that firmly pushed into me. I was glad I had taken the time to loosen and lube myself up before getting dressed earlier. Once fully inside me, whoever it was started to enthusiastically pound me, repeatedly pushing me forward onto the cock in my mouth to the point that I started to choke on it a bit. This only seemed to spur both men on, and I had to focus on suppressing my gag reflex while breathing through my nose. I was being properly spit-roasted. The man in my ass got up to a climax pretty quickly, and yelled as he spurted what I presumed was a copious quantity of toxic seed into me. Once he pulled out another man pushed in and got to it, followed by a third after I had taken my second load of the evening. It was only during this third fuck, the cock in my mouth still somehow not shooting, when I heard my brother groan around the cock in his own cakehole. The men over there must have had enough of licking him out, as the sounds he was making made me sure he was now being fucked. As my own spit-roast continued at a pace, I did feel a slight pang that I wasn't able to watch him taking his first non-footballer cock. His first old man cock. His first toxic cock. We were both fucked repeatedly for quite some time, I guessed until everyone in attendance had blown at least one load. The man I had been sucking had some serious staying power, as he remained down my throat until the end and then moved round to be the last one to breed me before we took a break. Thoroughly fucked-out, my brother and I both turned round and slumped onto the couches and looked over at each other. He was panting and sweaty, I expected I was the same, but he seemed OK. Eventually I got up, found my pants and got a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket, then looked over at him and nodded. He hauled himself up, and we headed for the doors out to the yard so we could light up. "You OK?" I asked him, exhaling smoke. "Yeah" he replied, before turning to me and grinning. "That was awesome." "I know" I said, grinning back. "Not over yet either." "Good" he said. "I could go all night." I chuckled. "Slut" I said, poking his arm. "Takes one to know one" he replied, laughing. "Fucking A" I said. "Nothing better than just letting guys like this use you." "I know" he sighed. "It's like they actually want me, rather than just a convenient hole like the guys on the team do." "They do want you" I said. "Any guy would want you." "Yeah?" he said, looking a bit surprised. "Of course" I said. "You're 18, you're a quarterback, you're almost as good looking as me, and you're a complete slut for cock. You're gonna be very popular." He chuckled, before taking another draw on his cigarette. "I'm going to be poz too, aren't I?" he said. That took me by surprise, causing me to cough. "I mean" he continued, "those guys inside are all covered in tattoos that mean they're poz." "Are they?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Yeah" he said, sounding strangely unemotional about it. "Scorpions, plus signs, that symbol you see on poisonous stuff." "Oh" I said, before pausing. "How does that make you feel?" "It's cool" he said, shrugging. "What about you?" I was not prepared for this. My brother clearly knew more about all this stuff than I had, and he seemed completely unfazed by it. "I guess it's...kinda hot" I eventually said. "Yeah?" he asked. "Yeah" I replied. "I guess I sorta like that I'm just letting them shoot their toxic cum in me." "Cool" said my brother. "Doesn't it worry you?" I asked. "Nah" he said. "I mean, yeah, when you first said we could go to the woods together I got a bit freaked out. Tons of guys online are always trying to get me to go there and take their loads, and I know some of them are poz. But I guess since I found out you get fucked there, I've been thinking about it and I'm OK with it." "You are?" "Yeah" he continued, "I mean, it's just a thing, right?" "A thing?" "Yeah, like, I dunno, just a thing some people are. Some are poz, some aren't. If you get fucked without a condom a lot then you'll probably become poz, and I get fucked without condoms a lot, so I'll probably become poz." Wow, he had actually been thinking about this. I hadn't given him enough credit, but from the sounds of it he'd been exploring his sexuality with other guys online while only going through with the real thing with his team, so I suppose it made sense he would have read stuff and found things out. "I suppose" I said. "But you know there are pills you can take to stop it happening, even if you don't use a condom?" "Are you taking them?" he asked in reply. "No" I said. "Well then" he replied. "You're gonna get pozzed, I'm gonna get pozzed." "I guess so" I said. "Shall we go get on with it?" he asked, smiling at me. I nodded, and we both took a final draw on our cigarettes before dropping them on the grass and stubbing them out. We then turned and went back inside for round two...

The other day I pulled into my local ABS prepared to submit my mouth to any strangers needing service. I was informed by the clerk that I was banned from the store (and it's sister store). The reason: I was too much of a cumpig. It was grossing people out when I licked cum off the floor or drank the cum from used condoms. Is it just me, or is it odd that people in a setting where virtually unlimited sex acts go on are grossed out when I eat some cum? Almost every person that walks in eats cum or has there cum eaten.

I recently moved away from my super conservative family for college, and it has been an incredibly liberating experience. I've been (and still am) closeted, and I'm just now feeling comfortable enough to start exploring some of my desires. I've started playing with toys, and have also started hooking up using apps. But this past weekend, I took my first understall load - it took me a while (and drink or two) to muster up the courage to do this, but I got on sniffies and went to a known bathroom cruising spot and managed to make it happen. When I got to the place, the sniffies app said there was already someone there, and when I went in, there was indeed someone already in a stall. I went into the stall next to them, and took my pants off and started slowly jerking myself. After a minute or so, the guy got down on his knees and slid his dick under the stall. It was a good size, good length and not too thick, with a nice upward curve. My heart was pounding at this point - was this really happening? I got down on my knees and put it in my mouth - slightly musky, but in a good way. I started sucking, getting his dick nice and slick, and after a bit of sucking, I was ready. I turned around, and guided his cock into my hole. The guy didn't last long - he probably fucked me for all of a minute before he came. But as he was cumming, he whispered "yeah take my load you fucking faggot" and that did things to me - I felt a tingle deep inside me (and I don't mean his cum flooding my hole 😂) and an incredible rush. I had never been called a faggot in this context before, and it felt electric. I'd never felt so alive before. It also just felt 'right' to me. I drove home rock hard and when I got home I jerked myself off to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get that man's words out of my brain. I'm a fucking faggot, and I want men to cum in me. It's the only thing I think of now when I jerk off. Definitely going to be exploring these feelings more going forward

Once in Atlanta, a Top jacked me off into his palm when I was ass-up and then transferred the whole load straight to my ass. It wasn’t for lube, though - he’d already finished fucking. I think he just got off on the idea of breeding me with my own seed. I’ve gathered, frozen, and inserted my own on multiple occasions, but I usually don’t jack off with enough regularity to build up a frozen supply.

Great summation BootmanLA. I have had both Hep A and C over the years.. the Hep A came via contaminated shellfish.. and cleared after 3 weeks - no fatty foods or alcohol. The Hep C was contracted during a major overseas sex holiday (probably at Folsom in Berlin). Fortunately it was one of the weaker versions and it cleared spontaneously after two months. Frequent blood tests over the past 7 years have all came back negative. In short all gay guys who are going to be fuck-ing should be inoculated against both Hep A & B.

Chapter 10: The Eyes Over the course of the next few weeks, Jaysen had a number of further conversations with Dean and Joey in which he found out even more details about their experiences and what they had discovered. As Dean pointed out, now that Jaysen had made the breakthrough and joined the circle of those who could use the thought-speech, he could consider himself among those whom the mystery voice had characterized as “experiencing the next stage of the experiment.” Joey, for his part, reminded both of them of the part of that strange encounter which had most impressed him: the moment when the voice had told him to ask no questions of it, but to ask themselves. All three of them had now realized that this meant they had embarked on not just a fascinating research project but a voyage of self-discovery. What this self-discovery might uncover, of course, was variable for each of them. Jaysen may have had a higher degree of self-awareness than the other two, but he was not such a fool as to believe that he had reached some destination which they had not. It meant only that he had gotten a bit further in the process than Dean and Joey had yet done. They also had a get-together with Dayna, to share with her what they had found out and what they felt it might all mean. Dayna was mightily surprised to find out that the shallow, incoherent, incompetent drunk Jaysen (as she had thought of him) turned out to be articulate and thoughtful to a degree which she had never suspected. The discovery of his connection to the others and of the unexpected ability to speak his thoughts had changed him out of all measure. Nor were they the only ones to notice. Members of the country club certainly noticed that Jaysen was a changed man. The staff noticed even sooner. The dining room waiters talked amongst themselves about how much more polite and pleasant he had become, talking to them directly, and with a smile instead of his former surly monotone delivered into the tablecloth as he scowled down at the menu for the day. All of the serving staff commiserated with the bartender, whose tip income had taken a real nosedive. The new and more considerate Jaysen had even taken thought for that angle, though, and the next few times he brought business guests into the bar for drinks before dinner, he added an extra hundred dollars to the tip. The other noticeable change in Jaysen’s behaviour was out at the pool, where his black speedo had banished his former baggy shorts and he would now lie out there, sunning or swimming with Dean and/or Joey rather than sulking by himself. Members and staff alike speculated as to whether they were all playing or sleeping together, or (as one experienced waiter suggested) if they had perhaps formed a triad relationship. The answer to that last one, as it happened, was a “no.” Dayna had actually come right out and asked that question the second time she met Jaysen with the boys. Dean and Joey looked at each other, not quite sure how to answer that question. They had continued playing around with Jaysen on occasion, but neither was sure if he or they wished to go further. To their relief, Jaysen laughed. “We’ve had some fun times together, but making it permanent? Not a chance. You don’t know what isolation feels like until these two have drifted off into their own private little world of luuuve and left you high and dry.” The laughter took any sting out of the words, and Dean and Joey were quick to pick up the laugh, even if it was pointed at them. Dayna had wrinkled her nose up a bit. “Oh, god, Jaysen, too much information.” “Shouldn’t ask if you aren’t prepared to hear.” That made Dayna laugh too. But then she got a bit more serious. “Guys, there’s something I want to let you know about. There’s this man who’s been around the club a lot lately, and whenever I see him – but especially when I’m lying out on the sundeck by the pool – I see him staring at me. It’s a not a nice stare. You know, not that simple, “You’re hot, I’d love to say hello to you.” More of an undressing with the eyes, really intense, and really unnerving.” Dean immediately looked concerned. “Do you know his name?” “No, and before you suggest I ask the waiter, I will do no such thing. Too easily misunderstood as me wanting to meet him – and I don’t.” Jaysen stepped in. “Easy enough for me to ask. I’m notorious among the club staff for wanting to meet every new male member on the off chance. Just point him out to me the next time we’re there together, and I’ll find out for you.” With that they all said goodnight to each other, Jaysen headed back to his condo, Dean and Joey drove off back to Carlsbad, and Dayna was left with her own problem to ponder. Jaysen duly completed his task about a week later, and the waiter had shared with him the information that the gentleman in question was a new member of the name of Alek Wolter. The name conveyed nothing to any of them, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was that a quick search of the various online sources disclosed nobody of that name anywhere even remotely near to San Diego. Immediately on hearing that from Dayna, Dean’s senses sprang to full alert. He’d had a number of professional experiences dealing with various shysters and fraud artists, and this was one of their fingerprints – a name which yielded nothing much in the way of background information when searched. He’d even used some more far-reaching search tools that were supposed to be exclusively for business purposes and still turned up no information at all. It was beginning to look as if the Mystery Man could very well be some kind of undercover operative, but for whom? On the other hand, it could be that he was just smitten with Dayna, yet another example of a fate which has befallen many undercover operatives throughout history. The whole thing was still enough to make all of them edgy, Dayna especially so of course. In the meantime, their research into the descendants of Nora Ludlow was taking on a more conclusive shape, with almost all names identified and placed into their proper slots within the multi-tiered family tree. Not surprisingly, Dean and Joey were by no means the only distant cousins who’d ended up matched with each other. They were sure it must have been just as much of a relief for all those earlier members of the family to find partners with special abilities as it had been for them. As this concluding stage of the work under way appeared to be wrapping up, Jaysen announced that he was leaving San Diego for a number of weeks to do some on-site research and negotiating over a business venture he was considering in some of the south Pacific Islands. On hearing this news, Dayna (the least romantic of them all) immediately burst into song – Bali Ha’i. Before he left, they all had one last meeting and again cautioned against overuse of the thought-speech unless it was urgently necessary for some reason. Life continued to move forward. Dayna even began dating a guy whom she thought, from his name, might be a member of that same family tree. She had yet to confirm this, remaining circumspect with him at all times, and by the same token not prying too much into his family background until they got to know each other a bit better. Dean was really happy at seeing his sister building a personal life for herself in a way she had not yet tried to do. He and Joey enjoyed themselves a nice little getaway for a week on one of the cruise line’s deluxe ships to Mexico, the appropriately named Santa Margarita. The margaritas did indeed flow like water, the beaches at the different ports were spectacular, and the meals were out of this world delicious. They didn’t meet any hot company on a ship full of mostly elderly couples and singles, but they did have an enjoyable dinner with an older gay man and his partner who were cruise-specific travel agents. Once they’d settled back home, Dean turned his attention once again to the whole question of the Mystery Man. Dayna had told him that the persistent starer was still lurking, and still making her nervous. Dean and Joey spent a Saturday afternoon at the pool, lying some distance away from Dayna between swims. Both of them noticed that “Wolter” was staring at them as much as at her. That changed the whole complexion of the mystery sharply. It was still just possible that he was a sexual stalker who liked to swing both ways. After all, as Joey smugly pointed out, all three of them were definitely worth a second look in any company. It now seemed much more likely, though, that he was a representative of some creditor who’d gotten burned when Ross died. In such a case, he was presumably checking them out in hopes of finding out something that could help out with a lawsuit. Their own lawyers had assured them that their situation was unassailable due to the number of years which had elapsed since he had given them the cash gifts for their down payments, but that didn’t mean that someone wouldn’t give it a shot anyway. The mystery remained, for the time being, beyond solution. Deidra had by now gone through the first and most intensive stages of her grief and felt a real need to do something to help occupy her time. This time, it was Dayna and Joey in tandem who lined her up with the right person to get a job at the cruise line, as a customer-relations troubleshooter for some of the more complex bad situations which arose during and after voyages. This kind of hands-on problem solving work was both wildly diverse and right up her alley. When Dayna mused about whether such a job would be a good fit for Deidra, her mother tartly replied, “I raised you two by myself. Enough said.” In due time, Jaysen returned from the islands, bringing with him a fat contract for management of a new hospitality chain specializing in boutique beach inns, and another and less business-oriented surprise for everyone. The surprise was a strikingly handsome islander from Tonga, a vivacious and outgoing young man who shared his eleven-syllable traditional name with a twinkle in his eye, and then said, “But just call me Peter – everyone does, even at home.” Peter had actually been living in New Zealand for quite a while, like many of his fellow Tongans, when Jaysen met him. He was already working in the hospitality industry when he was offered a position in the newly-formed chain. But at the same time he had received a different kind of offer altogether from Jaysen, and one which he found much more to his liking. It was more than obvious to everyone that Peter and Jaysen were very much a couple, with a good measure of love and commitment already on both sides. Peter even informed Dean and Joey that Jaysen had told him all about his earlier and more restless life, and how he’d been pulled out of it by their friendship. He’d summed up by saying, “I want to thank you for helping him become a more positive, better, kinder man.” Dean and Joey were both truly flattered to be thanked in such generous terms, in such a musical, soft, warm, Polynesian accent. On Friday night, the four of them joined together for a swim and dinner at the club. Throughout the afternoon and evening, the conversation revolved around Peter’s life and family. His parents came from one of the lines of traditional chieftains in Tonga, and thus were people of considerable importance, both by position and because of their strong leadership qualities. Because of their stature in society, they were only allowed to marry within their own large chieftainly clan. Peter had learned all about his ancestors, going back many generations into the eras of oral recollection, before the creation of a written form of the languages they spoke. One thing his father had stressed when he left Tonga was that Peter was the first member of his family line of chieftains ever to leave the islands in seven generations and more. While he was sharing all this with his new friends, they were enjoying the sunshine – except for Peter, who remained firmly wrapped up in his clothes at the pool. “I don’t know how you northerners can stand to take all your clothes off like this in such cold weather,” he complained – this at a time when the temperature was sitting at 77 degrees Fahrenheit in blazing sunshine. Eventually the four of them, and the conversation, moved inside to the dining room and relaxed over a four-course dinner. Once again the gossip was going all around the place in no time flat that the handsome young man with the rich dark skin tone had actually taken the wildly promiscuous Jaysen Macaleister off the market. Heads were shaken in disbelief on all sides at the sight of the two of them visibly holding hands across the corner of the table between courses of the meal. Afterwards, they went back to Jaysen’s condo for a nightcap – “just a nightcap” Joey said firmly, reminding Dean that they had company coming to their place the next afternoon for a pool party and dinner -- some of Dean’s business associates. “Okay, Joey,” Dean replied meekly, to a round of laughs from Jaysen and Peter. But then Jaysen got down to business. “That’s fine. We won’t keep you late. But there is a reason why I brought you here. Peter has something he needs to show you.” They all looked expectantly at Peter, who promptly vanished. A moment later, they heard the tap running in the kitchen, and when it shut off, Peter popped back into view on the sofa and Jaysen draped his arm across Peter’s shoulders, taking care not to disturb his right arm that now held a full glass of water. Dean chuckled delightedly. “Jaysen! You found another one!” But Joey had a thoughtful, even slightly worried expression on his face. It took him a moment to speak. “Dean, isn’t that the least of it?” “What do you mean?” “Peter told us at dinner that he was the first member of his family to leave Tonga in seven or more generations.” “So?” Dean wrinkled his brows for a moment – and then it hit him. His eyes opened wide like dinner plates. “He’s not one of us.” “Precisely.” Jaysen looked at the other couple. “Peter is one of us in his abilities, but he’s not a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “Which means….” “It means that this whole thing has just gotten bigger by some absolutely unknown exponential quantity.” Now Joey was looking positively frightened at the sheer potential size of this revelation. Dean attempted to explain the reason for their reaction to Peter, who was looking a bit puzzled at the speed with which the conversation had flown past. “Peter, here’s the thing. I don’t know if Jaysen explained to you, but this all started with my family – well, really with my twin sister and me. By the way, my shifting thing is the same as yours, while my sister Dayna can move things around. When my mother found out about me, she let us know that the strange powers had come down through her family, most likely from her ancestor Nora Ludlow. Oh, by the way, because you are likely going to meet my mother, she can shift other people around but not herself. “At first, we thought that these powers were just descending through the female line as none of the few men in my mother’s family had any natural children. When I met Joey, he had a strong feeling that it was safe for him to share his secret with me – and his ability is the same as mine and yours. It took him longer to trace his family line, because he found out that he was adopted, but once he identified his natural mother, she also turned out to be a descendant of Nora Ludlow. “Then we found out that Jaysen was another one. I’ll assume that you’ve already found out all about his ability, certainly much more about it than we have.” Dean and Joey shared a dirty laugh at this point, and Jaysen blushed. Peter just sat there with a very satisfied smirk on his face. “The really startling thing happened when we identified one distant cousin who, although he is a descendant of Nora, received his power from his father, not his mother, and that sent us all back to start over. We’ve been busily trying to trace all the members of Nora’s family lines who could and most likely do have some kind of shifting ability. There are hundreds of them, and it’s taken us many months just to identify and locate almost all of the living members of her line. “And now, we’re back at square one in a bigger way than ever, because of your ability, and the fact that your family history makes it plain that you are no part of our family. This means that there is at least one other starting point besides Nora Ludlow. And if there are two, why not twenty or fifty or who knows how many?” Peter had nodded at each step as Dean carefully laid out the process which they had followed up to this point. Now he spoke to fill in the gaps. “There’s a long mythic tradition among Tongans of people who can move themselves, or move things, or change their shape. But my mother has been pursuing the same work as you among our family, and she has isolated a clear case – my three-times great-grandmother, who died back in, umm…,” and he did a quick mental calculation, “…1953. She was 63 years old when she died.” Dean and Joey looked at each other. Nora’s death date of 1939 was engraved in their memory. But this made it clear that Peter’s ancestor was born in exactly the same year as Nora, 1890. Was that only a coincidence or was it actually significant? It was Joey who spoke next. “Gents, we’re going to have to leave soon. But there’s still a lot more to talk about here, and I’d say it’s important to have Dayna and Deidra both with us when we do talk it out further.” Dean and Jaysen both nodded agreement. “Could you fellows come out to our place for the day on Saturday, a week from tomorrow? We’ll do patio lunch and pool time, and dinner too.” Peter and Jaysen looked at each other and nodded. Dean said, “I’ll check with Mom and Dayna and let you know tomorrow if it’s a go.” With that, Dean and Joey got up and took their thoroughly shell-shocked leave. Jaysen and Peter proceeded to clean up and put the glasses into the dishwasher, then went off to bed together. Although they enjoyed changing it up just as much as Dean and Joey did, on this particular occasion Peter was playing little spoon while Jaysen lay behind him, moving his hard cock slowly inside the tight muscular ass of his sexy younger lover. Peter had his head turned over his shoulder and was kissing Jaysen as Jaysen fucked him. Jaysen had now discovered that he could achieve wonders by using his hands slowly and gently on Peter. He was the first partner Jaysen had ever had who could – and regularly did – come over and over just from getting fucked, and without even touching his own dick. Being stimulated by his partner’s hands had a lot to do with that. Tonight, Peter had something else on his mind. “What about Errol?” Jaysen looked at him carefully. “You sure you’re ready for Errol?” “You know I’m always ready for Errol.” With that Jaysen closed his eyes momentarily and vanished, instantly replaced by his alter ego, the fifty-something, six-foot-plus, black muscle stud, Errol. Since he was already embedded deep inside Peter’s hole at that precise moment, Peter suddenly had to adjust from Jaysen’s thick but not enormous six-incher to Errol’s massive eleven-inch tree trunk. “Oh, God! Fuck, Errol, you’re stretching me so far.” “Love me some of that tight hole, baby boy, always feel like I’m doing a virgin again when I plow into your sweet boy ass.” “Do me now, daddy. Fuck my boyhole wide open and dump your big daddy load inside me.” “That’s my good boy. Push your ass up for me.” With that, Errol rolled Peter onto his face and Peter obediently pushed up his ass, forcing his hips up into the air to meet the deep thrusts from Errol’s giant tool. Errol clamped his huge paws onto Peter’s pecs, rolling Peter’s nipples between big finger and index finger on each side. Peter moaned and groaned in an absolute fury of sexual ecstasy, already exploding in a first orgasm as Errol plundered his hole deep and hard, thrusting his insides out of the way to create and hold open a clear passage for his awesome dick. “Aw, fuck, daddy, you know how to make me feel it – hurts so good, but don’t stop.” “Right you are, boy, I’m not going to stop until I’ve given you at least two of my loads inside your pretty little boy pussy. Going to keep pounding you hard and fast until I’ve blown my seed deep inside, forced you to take my babies.” True to his word, Errol kept driving full throttle into Peter’s needy ass, while Peter did his best to work his muscles on the enormous intruder. After another minute or so of steady pounding, Peter began whimpering, always a sign that he was going to cum soon. Errol took the hint. “Get ready… get ready, boy, it’s cumming… I… FUCK!!! That gigantic cock slammed its way deep inside Peter and convulsed, spurting stream after stream of hot man cum inside his ass, all the way up in the inner end of his channel. Peter cried aloud as he felt the hot liquid shooting into him, and his own cock jumped up and down a couple of times before blasting a second huge load of cum all over the bed sheets. Errol grabbed Peter by the hips and pulled him backwards without pulling out, then planted one massive paw on the back of Peter’s head, pushing his face down towards the pools of cum on the bed. “Lick up that mess, boy. Ain’t no way I’m sleeping in a puddle of boy spooge. Clean the bed up and then get ready for round two.” Peter obediently licked up and swallowed all of his own load. There really wasn’t a break between round one and round two because Errol never pulled out. He just hung there, with his big fuck stick embedded deep inside Peter while Peter carried out his cleaning assignment. Then he growled, “You ready for more, boy?” “Fuck, yes, you know I can’t ever get enough of your huge fucking daddy dick.” “Hang on.” Errol wrapped his arms around Peter’s chest, and then rolled sideways onto his back, bringing Peter up on top without ever releasing his enormous cock from Peter’s hole. “Ride me now, boy. Let’s see you work your muscles and bounce on my cock. You got my special lube, my own baby batter inside you. Now, work it!” Again, Peter demonstrated his obedience by bouncing fiercely on Errol’s dick, slamming down onto the big man’s broad hips, and then pulling up all the way until he was halfway to standing up and only the tip of Errol’s enormous manmeat was still inside him. Then down again. Up. Down. Up. Down. Peter’s fucking motions on Errol’s tool were getting faster and more furious by the second, and Errol was beginning to groan again at the power Peter had to wring even more sperm out of him. “Turn around and face me, boy.” Peter obediently lifted his legs into the air and pivoted around on Errol’s cock until he was facing his enormous fucker, then put his legs down and resumed riding. Errol grabbed Peter by the shoulders forcing him down until they were face to face and then plundering Peter’s mouth by tongue while he was busy violating Peter’s ass by dick. “Oh fuck… fuck, that’s so fucking good… keep pounding me… open me up even more… drive that insane thing into my gaping loose boyhole…” Errol was now heaving his hips up and down, driving his enormous dick into Peter’s ass while he held Peter’s body pinned down to his chest, forcing him to take his tongue kisses. Then he grunted, “Fuck! Gonna cum soon.” “Fuck, yeah – breed me again, daddy!” “Get ready for some more daddy sperm. Gonna make you take my babies a second time.” “Yeah, daddy. Fuck me and shoot all your cum inside me!” “Gonna fucking fill you up. Lie down on your back.” Peter pulled off Errol’s cock just long enough to lie down on his back and lift his legs up over his shoulders. He waited, quivering with anticipation. Then it happened. He felt the blunt tip of Errol’s giant cock pushing against his hole. Then with one massive thrust, his eleven inches was all the way in, deep inside Peter’s battered ass. Peter let out a gut-wrenching scream, then trailed off into an undecipherable babble of “shit” and “Oh fuck” and “Yeah, daddy, just like that but more.” By now, Errol was on top of Peter, squishing his legs down hard against his abdomen, and driving that huge cock all the way inside. The sounds torn out of Peter’s throat were incredible as he let loose with a third load of cum while Errol all but ripped him a new hole, pounding away deep and hard at Peter’s ass. And then it happened. “Fuuuuuck! Cumming… inside you!” “Yeah, daddy, give me all that hot cream!” Peter yelped in synch each time Errol’s hips slammed down against his cheeks, his enormous cock bottoming out inside Peter’s boyhole on each thrust. Both of them could feel how each squirt from Errol’s tool displaced some part of what was already there, the cum squeezing and bubbling out of Peter’s overworked ass around Errol’s massive shaft. At last, he finished pumping and shooting, and collapsed across Peter’s body, while Peter nuzzled and kissed him. Their incredible energy had covered both of their dark bodies with glistening sweat. As both of them gasped and panted for air, Errol’s cock slowly shrank and slipped out of Peter’s tortured butthole… and all at once, Errol was Jaysen again, now returning the loving kisses Peter lavished on him. At last, they both calmed down – Errol’s vigorous fucking had tired Jaysen out too, and his dick was oozing the last remains of two enormous loads of cum. Peter bent his head down and slowly, dreamily, licked up the last traces of the huge cum loads that were even now swimming inside him. “Well, I hope you enjoyed that,” Jaysen said. “Every time that guy fucks with you, he totally wears me out.” Peter laughed. “I’m sorry, Jaysen, I just can’t resist him. But let me tell you a little secret.” “What’s that?” “Errol is fucking hot as hell, and it’s amazing having him do me like that, but I could never love a guy like that or live full time with him.” “And why is that?” “Because you’re the one I love.” Jaysen felt his eyes getting wet. As far as he could recall, no person in his life had ever said anything like this to him before. “I love you too, Peter. So much. Sooo much.” They cuddled and kissed some more, but before long, Errol’s exertions began to take effect and Jaysen found himself drifting off to sleep. “Good night, Peter.” “Good night, Jaysen, my love.” Jaysen fell asleep, sprawled on his back, with Peter’s head resting contentedly on his chest. On Saturday morning, a week later, Jaysen’s car rolled up the driveway of Dean and Joey’s house, and Jaysen and Peter hopped out, just as Dean came around the side of the house. “Right back this way, fellows, my mom and sister are already here.” The social interaction among the six of them flowed easily after the first introductions. Peter used his most exquisite manners on meeting the girls and won their hearts. There followed a lot of discussion about his family and his power, and how he had interacted with other people in Tonga while growing up with such a difference. They were intrigued to hear that such things could be found in Tongan folklore as much as in Europe, and that people were both open about their powers and faced little or no discrimination. If anything, they were held in something like awe by at least a part of the local population. It was at this point that Deidra turned to Jaysen. “By the way, Jaysen, I don’t think I ever did hear what your shifting power was?” Peter eagerly opened his mouth to answer her, but Jaysen pre-empted him with a loud warning cough before answering himself. “I’m a shape-shifter. Usually an older black man.” “Oh, just like my grandmother, except that hers was a young Chinese girl.” Dean and Joey both breathed a covert sigh of relief. Then Dayna took up the imaginary speaking stick again. “Before I forget, I want to tell you all what I’ve just found out about Wade.” This was the young man she’d been dating recently. “He’s one of the clan too. I found out by steering the conversation one night to the subject of ancestors and family trees. On that theme, I just mentioned, oh-so-innocently, that I had one distant ancestor who had lived in Chicago and wound up in an insane asylum. He responded that this sounded just like his three-times-great-grandmother. At that, I did my best wide-eyed stare and said, ‘You don’t think that maybe…?’ The upshot of it all was that he confirmed that he is indeed a descendant of Nora Ludlow.” “And…?” “And I then sent my drink to the other side of the table and back, looked him right in the eye, and said, ‘Okay. What’s yours?’” “Well, don’t just leave us hanging there, Dayna! What did he do?” Joey’s occasional impatient streak was taking control. “He laughed and said, ‘A bit of lime for that drink?’ I nodded, and he quickly popped across to the bar, returning with a slice of lime. The two waiters had their backs turned, and the bartender had stepped into the back room for a fresh bottle of something. I told him, ‘Very neat work!’” They all laughed. Then Deidra said, “So now we are seven – that is, if you’re planning on getting more serious about him, Dayna…?” “Yes, I think I am. We all know why it’s unwise to let the chance go by when it happens. Wade is funny, considerate, quick on his feet, and thoughtful with it – a good mix of qualities, I’d say.” At this point, Jaysen intervened to drop the big bombshell. “Well, Dayna, it might not be quite as unwise to let the chance go as we used to think. Neither you nor Deidra seemed to pick it up, but Peter did mention in passing, a few minutes ago, that he was the first member of his family in at least seven generations to leave Tonga. And his clan can only marry others of the same status within the same clan.” He let that sink in. Suddenly, Deidra got it. “Oh, Lord. We’ve just tripped over another great big fat false assumption. Peter isn’t part of Nora Ludlow’s bloodline – he can’t be, because we’re talking for your generation about going back only five generations. So Nora wasn’t the only one – if we’re even correct in assuming that she was the starting point for us.” Peter got a word in again. “I’m willing to bet that she is, Deidra, and here’s why. My mother tracked the whole thing in our family to my three-times-great grandmother. Now, she died in 1953, but she was born in 1890, the exact same year – as Dean told me – when Nora Ludlow was born. I’d go even further and guess that whatever other people were involved were also all born in that year.” That gave them all pause for thought. “Do you think it happened right at birth?” Jaysen nodded approval of Dayna’s suggestion. Then he added, “Or maybe just when they were approaching puberty since that is when we all discovered ourselves.” At this point, unexpectedly, a handsome young man with strawberry-blond hair appeared suddenly in front of them. They all stared at him blankly, except for one. Dayna leapt to her feet and ran to kiss him. “Wade! What brought you here?” He shook his head in puzzlement. “Am I the one to ask? I was quietly sitting in an armchair on my balcony, reading a book -- until suddenly I wasn’t.” “But you didn’t think or visualize or anything.” “No.” We brought him to you. It was the mystery voice again, this time heard all at once and felt throughout the entire body all at once by all seven of them. It is time. It began with seven. Now you are seven. Yours is a unique group, all of you linked to one or more of the others by ties of affection, and each linked to each other by the ability to speak to each other in your thoughts. You will be the leaders. There are thousands more like you, descendants of the original seven, in every corner of your world. Your task is to reveal their existence to the world at large. The voice fell silent. They all stared at each other in awe and fear. It was Deidra who responded first to the challenge, lapsing almost automatically into thought-speech: How are we supposed to do that? Dean responded: That is our challenge. We have to figure out how to do this. Peter put in his two cents’ worth: It will be easy among my people, since there is so much acceptance already. Dayna shook her head in frustration: It will be a lot harder here. This country is full of people who freak out whenever confronted with something which they can neither do nor explain. This will be dangerous. Jaysen tried to lift their spirits: I’m sure this voice wouldn’t expect us to do something that can’t be done, so that means that there is a way, and we will find it. At that, all of them turned their thoughts to the possible ways of proceeding. The thought patterns slowly accelerated, individual thoughts turning to voices heard in pairs and then trios, until they abandoned clear speech, racing along far faster than they could have spoken, tumbling all over each other at top speed, forming no coherent pattern at first -- but as each discovered that their minds were automatically picking up and running with the thoughts and images contributed by the others, the speed of the planning session outran by hours what any verbal meeting could ever have covered. In just a few minutes, they had the outline of a plan for action, and some ideas about what to do at the next stage once the initial moves were completed. The collaborative thinking involving all of them – Wade and Peter had both been brought fully up to speed with the thought-speech process by, they assumed, the direct intervention of the owners of the voice. For the first time, too, they were not overtaken by intense drowsiness and sleep after the voice had addressed them. One or two of them wondered if that meant anything. The seven were all immersed in the solution of the problem which the voice had handed to them – so immersed that they had utterly forgotten all about Alek Wolter, the man with the intense staring eyes.

8 fucks and 4 loads in the sauna today. Fucking amazing for a day midweek!

I've thought of Piss as a surrogate for Sperm - an appetizer, maybe an "introduction" - for many years - certainly outside the context of a Bd/Sm scene. The inclusion of Piss in a Breeding scene implies previous preparations, since not every guy is as magnificently dedicated to "the connection" as t.s.g. clearly is. In the context of a Leather Bd/Sm scene, Piss is mostly a statement of possession, to both the boy and any other's present. So cool how guys interpret a sexual act differently !!!

I quite agree with this, a few years ago I was on holiday and was in a sex club hanging about the urinals after some piss, when this guy in skin gear, bleachers, docs, braces, tight fred perry and as scary looking as I don't know what walked in and went to the urinal. He started pissing, and I put my hand out so he instinctively pulled his cock away thinking I was going to grab it, but instead of that I put my hand a few inches below the piss flow, wet my hands and then whilst looking at him brought my hand up to my mouth and started licking my fingers. On seeing this he then redirected his cock and piss in my direction which was a definite signal to me he was on for it. I quickly got in a crouching position and then took his cock in my mouth, he must of been holding it for ages as there was still plenty of piss to drink, and I kept with the flow drinking every last drop without spilling it. He then patted my head saying 'good piss pig' and walked off. About an hour later he came and found me elsewhere in the club and pulling on my shirt sleeve said, I've got more for ya, and then dragged me off to the toilets again giving me another belly full. The connection was so horny I fondly remember him even 15 or so years later. No idea what his name was but would love to meet again if he recognises me or the description of the situation. He was tall, stocky, huge ass and thighs that were really powerful rather than chubby and came from Coventry.

Neither lazy nor stupid - it's a reasonable question. I use a VPN to access this site, without confirming or denying that I'm doing so from within my home state of Louisiana 🙂

Haven’t posted in awhile but been getting some good ass. Last week a bottom boy (40 yo) who likes to call me dad invited me over for some dad/son time. when I got there he was in a towel and we hugged and started kissing. Nice deep kisses. Got us both hard. I undressed and we got on the bed naked. Rubbing our cocks and bodies together we were kissing and so horny. He turned and was sucking my cock and moaning as he tasted my pre cum. I was playing with his cock and ass licking his balls and hole. I told him to get into doggie and he was ass against me in a second! I slid inside that warm hole. He was squeezing and pushing back. I grabbed his shoulders and shoved deep. I started to cum and went as deep as possible. He started to spasm too. We were cumming together. It felt fantastic. We were catching our breath and there was a knock on the door. “I invited another dad over to join us.” He said. Dad # 2 lay on the bed and put his Dick in the boys mouth. The boy was sprawled out on the bed sucking cock up and down with his ass up laying on his stomach. I started playing with it and mounting him again rubbed my cock hard between his cheeks. I got harder and entered him. nice and wet from my big load. Boy is sucking cock and getting fucked. I’m shoving my cock inside and pushing him into the cock he is sucking. Dad #2 doesn’t last long and is soon shooting a load in the boys mouth! That gets me harder inside him as I watch him swallow that load. I feel my balls tingle and I’m working on another load. He squeezes his hole and it gets me cumming. Nice load #2 deep inside his hole. I stay inside till I get soft. We kiss again and we get dressed. Can’t wait to see him again! Such a good son!

Bf and I had been having a hard time for a few days. A fight on the weekend and no visits from lady Tina made for a dull few days. I had a load sprayed on my face the day before but my hole had been empty for a few days. As sometimes can happen a good night’s sleep curled up together can change a lot. When i woke up I put my hand where it always belongs, right on that fat 10 inch cock between his legs and found what I hoped for, hard morning wood. I scooted down and wrapped my mouth around it. I knew how he loved to wake up to my mouth doung what it does best. Being together for almost a year I know how to please him. Stay on his covered head for a bit, then slowly up and down, back up, down to the root, open my throat to take him deep, pull the foreskin back and stay on the head. All the while listening to the moans. I hopped between his legs so i could take him deeper down the throat. Then i heard what I love, ‘How do you want it’ I answered as I usually do ‘However you want to fuck me’ on your belly I was told. I flipped over, pillow under me and he was in deep in one push. We both moaned together. It doesn’t take long when it is make up sex. We both knew what we love. Fast, deep thrusts and I heard the magic words. ‘Im gonna cum’. He layed on top of me for a wile as I felt the last few drops push out. I wanted to keep his seed in me but being the faggot that I am I stay naked at home. As i was reaching for something in the kitchen a few hours later I felt the gush out of my pig hole onto the kitchen floor. What a load! Then i heard what I knew was this pig’s job ‘Lick it up’

Chapter 8 Jason and Tyler spend the the remainder of the weekend fucking Jake and filling him with their toxic loads. When Sunday evening arrives they begin to get ready to head back to the city, Jake starts to put on his clothing but is abruptly stopped by his father. “You’ll continue to wear the jock until we instruct you otherwise”, his father says sternly. “Now pack your bags and get in the car”. Jake quickly does as he’s told. Soon after he and his father begins there drive back to the city and Tyler follows behind driving separately. Jake, hungry for his fathers dick, opens up his father’s pants and begins sucking. Jason, wanting to savor the attention his dick is getting, drives slowing on the backroads to avoid attention. However, before long a patrol car comes up behind from behind. ‘Shit, get back in your seat!’ Jake’s dad exclaims as he fumbles to zip his pants. Jason pulls over the the officer soon approaches the car and Jason rolls down his window. “Good evening, sir. I noticed you were swerving a bit back there and now I see why”, the officer says while glancing over at Jake. “Yeah, my son and I are just coming back from a fun weekend at the lake and I just got a bit distracted while driving” Jason says. “Your son, huh?”, the officers says as he assesses the men, observing Jakes in the jockstrap and Jason’s engorged bulge in his pants. “Are you ok son? The officer asks Jake. “Oh yes officer! I was had just been swimming at the lake before we left and didn’t have time to change out of my swimsuit”, Jake explains trying to avoid getting his dad in trouble. “Swimsuit huh? Why don’t you let me inspect that. Come around the car here.” The office instructs. Jake looks at his Dad and Jason gives him a nod. Jake does at the office tells him and get out of the car. The officer tells to put his hand on the side of the car and Jake complies. with Jake’s ass exposed, the officer slips his hand through the band of the jockstrap and slaps it against Jake’s smooth muscle ass. ‘Quite a *swimsuit*’, the officer states. ‘Gonna have to do some further inspection’. With that the officer take out a blue rubber glove and puts it on his hand. He groped at Jake’s ass then spreads his wide as Jake’s dad observes from the rear view mirror. “Oh fuck!”, the officer shouts in a big baritone voice as he opens Jake’s ass and see a river of cum flow out of it. He takes two fingers and inserts the in Jake and Jake moans as they are inserted. The officer pulls his fingers out and the rubber gloves are thickly coated with cum. He raises the finger to his nose and does and deep inhale. He instruct Jake’s dad to out of the car and Jason does as he is told. ‘What does this smell like to you sir’, the officer asks Jake’s dad. “Semen officer”, Jason responds. “That’s what it smells like to me too. You’re son has been a very dirty boy”, the officer says. “I know he has”, Jake’s dad says “How do you know”, the cop inquires “Because that’s my semen”, Jason’s responds with a devilish look. “You sick fuck” the officer almost whispers under his breath then looks back at the half naked young man against the car on the quiet country road. The officer licks his lips and starts playing with his crotch through is uniform. “Looks like your boy here lost a lot of cum during my inspection. I’m thinking he might need a refill. What do you think about that?” The officer ask as a puddle of cum forms of the ground from Jake’s ass. Jason’s eyes get wide. “Yes officer, my boy needs his hole filled” With the the officer undoes his uniform and reveals his huge cock. “Oh damn!” Jake utters as he catches a glimpse of the new dick. “His hole is tender officer. He’s been fucked many times this weekend.” Jason warns “Is that so?” The officer ask and then lines up his fat dick head with the cream filled hole and the slams his dick balls deep in one deep stoke. “FFUUUUCCCKKK!” Jake screams. “Scream all you want boy. No one is gonna hear you out here but your dad and he’s horny as fuck watching his boy get raped, aren’t you?” The officer says as he starts brutally fucking Jakes. Jason pulls out his dick and starts jerking off at the sight of his boy getting fucked. “My boy is hungry officer. He’s taken many loads this weekend”, Jason explains as he gets rock hard. “What’s he hungry for?” The officer ask. “Poz cum! His cunt is filled with it officer. My boy need to be converted”, Jake’s dad states as he furiously jerks his meat. “Oh fuck yeah! I can help out with that! I recently converted and the doctor says my viral load is extremely high”, the officers states as he pounds the lean muscle stud. His cock pistoning in and out of Jake’s hole and coated with cum. “fuck yeah! Knock my boy up! Jake’s dad pleas. “You want my poz load boy?” The officer ask Jake. “Yes please officer, convert my hole” Jake begs sweating profusely from the aggressive fuck. “Here comes my charged load! Aahhhhhgggg! “ the officers cock explodes into Jakes willing hole, overflowing his already flooded fuck chute. The officer pulls out and tells Jason to get in there. Jason does as he’s told. so turned on by the scene that has unfolded he lasts only a few more minutes in his sons slimy hole before his balls have worked up another massive charged load for his boy and then unleashes the venom seed deep in his sons cunt. After both men are done using Jake’s hole. Jake is instructed to clean off theirs dicks and he does so eagerly taking turns on each man’s dick to clean of ever drop of cum. Once done the officer slips his dick back into his pants and lets the men on their way. In the car Jake positions himself to allow has dad access to his hole and his dad proceeds to fingers his sons slimy cum filled cunt the remainder of the way home taking special care to rough up his sons already tend we hole with his fingernails.

Chapter five I had lost track of time, and where my guy had gone to in the club. All I was very aware of was he was now loaded with at least three cum loads inside him, horny as fuck, and on the prowl for more. I had checked the slings and he was not there, Most of the bar area has emptied out as it had got quite late and he was not there. That left the mazes and the piss area I thought in the club. I went to do the rounds and still no sign of him. Clearly, he had found a hot little spot and was enjoying himself. I had another drink and a loop, still no sign of him. With that I thought he had headed back to the hotel missing each other so got my bag and headed back as well. The room was empty when I got there, but he soon messaged and I heard all about what had gone on. It turns out he had got distracted on the way home. A couple of guys in trackies, puffer jackets and nice sneakers had been hanging about the venue outside, and we had thought they were looking for trouble. Turns out, they were just looking for the right guy to fuck. While my guy was trying to get a. taxi, one of the two went over and commented he looked shattered and asked if he had been playing much. Being drunk my guy went into way too much detail and spotted the scally was playing with his now hard cock through his trackies. He offered to help "sort that out" and the scally did not take asking twice. It only took a couple of minutes to walk to the flat they were renting for the weekend. Both were in their early 20's, one with a cropped haircut and the other center-parted blond. They both had Adidas chile trackie bottoms on, with the blond guy wearing the white ones, and the cropped guy in red. On top, it was matching north face puffer jackets in black. As soon as they got through the door they had hands all over each other, with all three of them kissing rubbing and their hands down inside gear. As my guy had taken his rubber off he had nothing under his jeans and jacket, so felt really exposed. He stripped off so he was naked while the two scallys kept their clothes on, but pulled the trackies down. Two very hard-hung cocks stuck out and in a matter of seconds using the sloppy cum loads already inside him and zero lube he slid the cropped guy up his hole. He had got to a point now of not even thinking about rubbering up to play it safe. It was all about raw skin inside him. The blond leaned in and kissed him deeply, very wet and enjoying it. Neither guy wanted to hang about, both of them just wanted to cum inside a wet hole, and that was my guys right now! The blond was wanking as they kissed so it only took a small push for my guys mouth to be guided down and start blowing him. He was just so hungry for that cock. He felt the guy fucking him build up pace and get a little rougher, not as much as the guys in the club but he was building. It only took a few minutes before he felt the cropped guy just ram deep and hold himself there. he was cumming. long deep wet blasts were spraying into his guts, and unlike the other guys he just pulled out fast, and the blond swapped places. He might have looked more "cute" but he fucked HARD! he was pounding away, mixing up the loads from the others in the evening and the fresh one from the cropped guy. He was not slowing and the loads were not getting creamy and foaming all over my guys hole. He had never had this feeling, and the lose hole, slamming fucking, and now sloppy wet cum was so thick it was just sticking to his hole. The cum was dripping onto the blonds trackies and off his jacket as he fucked and build up to what was another heavy load that flooded my mans already flooded hole. He went off shallow just inside my guys arse. He wanted to see that load going in. Shallow was great for the blond, but for my guy it was a real treat as he could feel it already running out down his legs. Both very spent and ready to kick him out of the flat, they helped my guy to get dressed, kissed him deeply and hard on the neck leaving a mark, before helping him out the door into the cold night to head back to my hotel.

We got fucked in all sorts of positions after that, but my favourite was when we were bent over opposite sides of the dining table, able to look in each other's eyes as the guys did a round robin on each of us. They were all getting pretty verbal about the gifts they were giving us, and we didn't hold back in encouraging them along. It was fucking hot to hear my 18 year old quarterback brother demanding they breed him. It was much later on that we heard a load of deep motorbike growls from outside, shortly after which a load more men walked into the room. They were proper badass-looking bikers, lots of leather, tattoos and silver jewellery, and they were rough fuckers right from the outset. The host and his original guests seemed to gradually disappear from the room, I guess to lie down and rest elsewhere in the house, whilst the bikers absolutely pounded me and my brother over and over. They were even more verbal about their disease than the other guys had been, and seemed to want my brother in particular to beg for mercy. Gotta give him credit, he played along even though I could tell he was loving what they were doing to him. The only time I saw him get a bit uneasy is when they decided to start double-fucking us, something that neither of us had done before, but where I took a long time to get comfortable with having two of their massive, pierced dicks inside me at once, his ass was clearly more accommodating and he was soon enthusiastically pushing back on them. Slut. It must have been the early hours of the morning when we were given another break, with us joining the bikers outside to smoke a few cigarettes. Then we were ushered back in the house and up the stairs, before being urged into separate bedrooms. The one I was almost pushed into had three of the original guys asleep on an absolutely huge bed, and after pulling off what remained of my army uniform I climbed on and squeezed into a gap to lie down. I think I pretty much passed out when I got horizontal. I woke at some point after dawn to the feeling of being fucked again, and sure enough one of my bedmates had positioned himself against my back and slipped into me. It was quite a gentle fuck, but once he'd come the other two turned me on my front and then used some leather restraints I hadn't noticed before to secure my arms and legs so I was splayed out. They then both took turns climbing on my back and fucking me until they shot off another volley of toxic cum inside my now loose and sloppy hole. What I wasn't expecting was that I was left in that position for hours. Guys came and went, and for all I knew they were men who hadn't been at the party the night before as I couldn't see any of them. What I did know is that my brother was also being fucked still, as I could occasionally hear him begging for loads through what must have been quite a thin wall. Just when I was starting to get concerned that my mom would be getting worried about where both her sons had gone without a word, I was released from the restraints and allowed to get up and stretch. "You did good son" said the host. "Thanks" I replied. "Now go get yourself showered and off home" he said. There were still fucking sounds coming from the other bedroom. "What about my brother?" I asked. "I'm not leaving without him." "Don't worry, I expect they'll be done with him soon" the host replied. "Not often these guys get to use such a prime piece of teenage meat. Get yourself cleaned up and then I'll see if can prise him away from them for you." I nodded at him, then made my way towards the bathroom and got in the shower. I was aching, my hole was sore and gaping, I had dried cum everywhere while fresher deposits oozed out of me, so it was a relief to get under the flow of hot water. I spent a bit of time in there, and was just getting out when my brother came into the room, looking as fucked-out and used as I felt. "Fucking hell" he whispered. "I'm so fucking sore." "Me too" I said, managing to give him a small smile. "You OK though?" "Tired" he said, "but yeah, I'm OK." He got showered while I dried off, feeling a bit fraternal and not wanting to leave him alone in there. I stayed with him while he dried off as well, and then we both exited at the same time to find the host and one of the other guys waiting for us outside holding our clothes in neatly folded piles. We took the piles into one of the bedrooms while they disappeared off downstairs, and we silently and achingly got dressed. We then headed downstairs to the smell of some sort of fast food, and sure enough there were two McDonald's bags sitting out for us with a coffee each as well. "Thanks boys" said the host, coming in from the yard. "Marvin went out and got those for you as we figured you'd be hungry." "Thanks" I said. "We'll take these to go if that's OK. Our mom might be getting worried." "No problem" he replied. "You've got my number, so let me know how you get on, or if you want to come back for another party." "I will do" I said, before grabbing the bags while my brother picked up the coffees. We headed down the hallway and back out the front door, finding most of the cars and trucks from the night before had gone as had the motorbikes. We got into Dad's old car, and I reversed us out onto the street and then drove a few minutes to somewhere we could pull over on a quiet street near our house. We then tucked into the food and coffees in silence, before I drove us the rest of the way back. I went in first as I could get away with being dressed in my uniform, but my brother stayed in the car until I slipped back out with some jogging bottoms and a sweater he could slip on over his kit before coming inside with me. He got some grief from Mom about being out all night, not something she seemed to care about with me, but she was tired from her overnight shift and eventually let it go so she could head off to bed. We both followed suit, exhausted after the all-night toxic gangbang we had been through. After giving ourselves a couple of days to recover, we both eventually admitted to each other that we were ready to get fucked again. My brother suggested I show him the ropes in the woods, and for the next few days as our mom toiled away at Target overnight, her sons could be found bent over logs or leaning against trees behind the bus terminal, taking whatever the local men had to offer. It was about two weeks later that we both started to feel unwell, and I recognised the symptoms as what we should expect as we converted. Mom did her best to look after us, and after a few days we were both a lot better. At my suggestion, my brother agreed that we should probably go to a clinic to get tested, so we got in the car and drove the two hours it took to get to the city so that we could go to one of the anonymous drop-in centres we'd read about online. Lord only knows what the staff thought at two guys who were obviously brothers arriving to get tested, particularly when our results came out and we elected to be told them together. Unsurprisingly, we were both now poz. "You OK?" I asked my brother, after the staff had left us in peace. "Yeah" he said, turning to look at me. "You?" "Yeah" I replied. "To be honest I'm kinda surprised I wasn't already poz after all those fucks I took in the woods before." "Guess the party really worked" he said, grinning at me. "I guess so" I said, grinning back. With that, we got up and headed outside onto the street. It was a bit of a walk back to the car, and I don't know what it was, but something in me wanted to connect with my brother at this moment. I put my arm over his shoulder as we walked, and moments later his arm came across my back and he gripped my bicep. We didn't say anything or look at each other, instead just focusing on the sidewalk as we strode forward. Siblings. Sluts. Toxic. Whatever. In that moment, we were brothers in arms... ----- THE END Guys, I'm going to leave it there as I'm off on holiday tomorrow and have got a shit tonne of domestic chores to do first. Thanks for the many reactions and comments - hope you all enjoyed this conclusion.

UPDATE: The store has new ownership and I was able to feed this past Friday. Hoping whoever bitched about me keeps their mouth shut so I can resume feeding here regularly again.

I think that the time a guy lasts fucking a hole has more to do with the guy fucking than the with hole. Some guys take their time before they shoot and others cum really quick. Some bottoms at the sauna, after taking loads for a few hours, like to blow their load before going home, and they are usually quick. Last weekend at the sauna I stayed until; early morning when guys were already leaving. At some point I was on the fuck bench on one of the darkrooms and in less than a minute a guy started to play with my hole, fucked it, bred it, and gone. I could tell he wanted to blow his load and go home. I think the guy was very horny and it wasn't my hole.

For me it depends on the top, how horny they are, I have had guys empty there balls in me after a couple of minutes, and I haveguys that have taken a very long time, one guy took over an hour he is a regular and loves to fuck me really hard and rough.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

Part 1 I love anonymous cum dump play at motels. Have had several successes (one, 18 loads from 16 guys - one guy came back for seconds and thirds.) There have also been some flood; but that’s to be expected. The last time I had a scene like this was the one with 18 loads. Hole remained tight and held the loads until the next morning, walking through Target, I could feel the cum dripping down my leg. I think some guys could smell it as they kept staring at me. Went into the bathroom and held my hand under my hole and let all the cum out. Just as I was about to use it to jerk off, the door opened and a guy walked in. Bypassed the urinals and stopped right in front of my stalk, standing and watching me through the crack. I sat and waited, clock hard and sticking up. Guy, who I thought may be plain clothes security, unzipped his pants, fished his cock out. I heard him whisper, “Open your door, i can smell your need for cock. We all can.” Figuring, “What the hell,” I unlocked and opened the door. There in front of me was one of the guys I noticed, bearded, late 30s probably, with a ring on the finger. Married straight guy. JACKPOT!!! Knowing my role, I stood up, turned around and showed him my ass. I reached my hand back, filled with spunk, and rubbed some in my crack and into my hole. I was shocked and very turned on when the guy grabbed my hand and pulled it to his dick, telling me, “Lube me up faggot.” I stroked his cock, making sure to lube his head and shaft heavily. “Enough. Spread ‘em fag.” I kicked off my shorts from one foot, spread my legs to get a good stance, and then reached back to spread my cheeks as ordered. “Fuck, faggot, you look like you had some fun.” He stepped forward, placed his cock head at my hole and told me, “Be quiet.” With that he rammed in balls deep in one thrust and I fought to hold in the scream. Even with all the fucks, it hurt like hell. He did not waste time, or allow me to get used to his dick. He began tucking me hard and fast, telling me, “The wife’s waiting for me.” I moaned in ecstasy when he said this. He laughed and said, “You know it faggot. She won’t let me do this to her,” pulling all the way out before slamming all the way back in. “Gods thing that faggot sluts like you are so horny for straight guys and will bend over whenever we tell you.” He proceeded to stop talking and intensify his pounding of my cunt. He slammed in one more time, telling me, “Take my straight load in your cunt faggot.” He shot several times before pulling out. I immediately spun around and dropped to my knees. I engulfed his cum covered cock to the base, cleaning it, his pubes and balls of all traces of cum. “Fuck yeah, full service faggot. Hole and cleaning. Back off, I gotta take a wicked piss.” I only tightened my lips, looked up at him and nodded. “No fucking way.” He released and pissed down my throat. He shoved his clean and soft cock back in his pants. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, “Give me your number. I’m going to need that cunt more.” I scribbled my number on some toilet paper and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket and walked out. Fast forward six years, married, started partying, but fewer allowances to do scenes like this. Until now. Husband had to go out of town for a week to “Find himself.” That’s great, you do that. I will find myself in my own way. I placed adds on BBRTS, Grindr and anywhere else I could think of. Still mourn the loss of Craigslist personals. About 8 guys expressed interest. So I reserved a room at a cheap, rundown motel in Denver and drove up Saturday. I checked in and realized this was the perfect setting. Room was a bed, table and bathroom. Lighting was already dim with only two lights. The bed was king size, trashy blanket and sheets. Most important - the door was not an new door. Latch on top fir safety, but heavy and out of shape. I could push the food halfway closed, and it wouldn’t move easily. Perfect for it to remain open. After cleaning out very deeply (never know what might come up) I placed very explicit and direct ads on all the sites: “Anonymous motel pump n dump. Hotel name and room number sent in first reply; no long messaging. Door is open, room dimly lit. I’ll be face down, ass up, blindfold optional. You knock, cum in, fuck me, breed me and leave. Multiple cummers can stay and fuck as long as you need. Otherwise, you need to get going, no staying to watch. Here are the rules: no making appointments. You show up and take your chance of walking in on me getting fucked, or another coming in while you’re fucking me. If you’re not down with this, then this isn’t the scene for you. Only limits are women/pain/blood and the like. Fucking can be mild to wild, your choice. I can take it hard, so feel free. Primary focus is on getting fucked and seeded, but other stuff can be involved, if it goes there.” Within 10 minutes, I was getting hits on Grindr but had to deny some who wanted to use condoms; did you even read the ad? The first wave of responses included 5 successful catches who said they could be there anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes. One actually piqued my interest as his first message was, “Fuck boy, I’m gonna take that ass apart. But I want to ask you a question first.” I thought about deleting him until he sent a picture of his cock and the PA that was in it. I responded back, “Fuck I need that cock. What’s the question?” He responded quickly, “You party?” Fuck, the question that always causes a challenge. If I respond honestly, some guys get turned off. If I lie and say no, some guys end chat right away. I looked over at the nightstand where my bag of T shards was sitting. I thought about how to respond, and devised a plan. I replied, “Never done it, fantasized about it. Even came close a few times, but chickened out each time. You party?” No response for a couple minutes and I began to give up and check other responses. Then his message came in. “Yeah boy, I party and love getting boys like you spun up and use you. I have enough T to get you going. Wanna do it this time? No chickening out or turning back?” I knew, this was going to be a chance to fulfill two fantasies at once: getting raw fucked by a guy with a PA and to possibly get stealth drugged. I replied, “How will it work, what if I say no?” His reply was direct, “You won’t say no to me faggot. Now, am I doing you or not? I’m ending chat after this if you don’t answer correctly.” Not wanting to appear to eager, I took about 90 seconds to think about it. I replied, “yes,Sir,” and gave him the hotel name and room number, along with a map. His response was simple, “I know the place. 30 minutes until your life changes boy. Hopefully, you’ll be loaded for me. I don’t use lube.” With that, the chat disappeared from the window. I checked all the other sites, sent out info and was alerted to a new message on Adam 4 Adam. Simply said, “in parking lot.” I closed my tablet, hid it under mattress. I quickly lubed a finger to open my hole. I grabbed a nice sized shard from the bag, which joined the tablet. Little more lube on fingers and shard. Shoved it as deep and as hard as possible up my ass. It began burning as I heard a knock on the door, followed by it opening. Here we go.

Hey everyone. Just thought we can start a comprehensive day by day recommendations for visiting Parisian gay 😈 scenes. Here's what I found from my "research" Thursday: XKboys Friday: IDM & Impact Any locals happy to recommend more? I.E. Is there's sauna worth visiting during certain events? Or special events worth considering like fickenstutenmarkt? Where do orgy/cumdumps post their events?

well, i used to follow some profiles on xtube and some of them used to have spycam videos where the guys didnt know they were being recorded and most of them were straight or something like that... and i used to track how long they last until blow a load... and surprise...! 1 minute and 10 seconds after starting the first stroke

Nice... I missed this one before... Thanks to evilqueerpig for enlightenment!

Fully agree ^ I make the effort to ensure I am clean and lubed for the tops. Bottoms or rimmees should be prepared.

Great story, please continue.

Mmmmm so hot! Please continue!

Broadly speaking, neither (in this context). By which I mean yes, they are certainly minorities in a general sense, and they have certainly faced their own share of discriminatory treatment over the years. But there are some key differences. While there has been immigration from black/brown countries in the last century, the vast majority of "Black" (ie African-descended) people in this country descend from slaves, and their ancestors experienced not only slavery itself but the century-plus of de jure discrimination, segregated schools, and the like of which we're all aware (and which DeSantis and his ilk want to erase from public education). While some cities with substantial Asian populations (like San Francisco) did have segregated Asian schools, the percentage of Asians in general in the U.S. was small enough that such measures weren't undertaken in most of the country. The number of Asians entering the U.S. was sharply restricted for more than half of the 20th century, becoming substantial only in the late 1960's and early 1970's. Most of those arriving kids, then, entered the public school system after integration. Thus they didn't have 200+ years of it being illegal to teach children of their race to read and write (as was the case for Black slaves), nor did they get pigeonholed into poorly funded and operated single-race schools the way Black children were from the end of Reconstruction to the 1960's. That's not to say Asian children had it easy - children who are in the minority (whether Black, Hispanic, Asian, gay, trans, or whatever) almost inevitably face discrimination and exclusion to some degree. But as someone who was in school in the 1960's and 1970's when Asian students began to arrive in large numbers (especially from SE Asia with the end of the Vietnam conflict), I can remember that white parents both respected Asian families for their dedication to education and feared that Asian kids were going to take over everything because of said dedication. As such, they weren't treated as though they were white - but they also weren't treated as poorly as Black/brown students were.

Hope the black guy has a friend that he can bring along for the next session. Which one of the boys do you think will call him first now they had a taste 😉

A great start to a couple's journey in becoming poz and their adventures of adding "spice" to their lives! Looking forward to chapter 2 and more!

You could use sandpaper, but I suspect that's not going to help much given the typical weave/knit of the pouch. Sandpapering the crotch of 501 jeans was a thing back in the 1970's and early 1980's, but that fabric is much more tightly woven and the idea was to make the fabric thinner to show a crotch bulge better. I would wash it repeatedly. If it's white, wash it in every load of white clothes you wash, preferably with hot water, In between, you might consider washing it with rougher clothes like jeans. The abrasiveness of the jeans might well soften the texture up some more.

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I was invited to be a bottom at a cumdump party - open door in a hotel sort of thing. It was my first experience of a meet organised by someone else and I was hella excited. I got to the room about 2pm, central London gig so it was easy enough to get to. As it was already open by one of the other guys, I walked straight in. I stripped and douched. Got on my fours and my arse in the air. Twitching with excitement, I chatted about the weather with my bottom partner. A while later, a gent walks in and unzips. Mounts me from behind and teases my arse with his dick. I push into him, moaning for him to insert it into my barely lubed arse. He slides in and grabs my hips tightly. Not a big dick but something nice to get the party started. About 30 seconds later, he left his load in me in total silence. I don’t look back as he leaves, as another lad is about to dump his load in me. Well, for about 6 hours the rest was history…. I did a lot of firsts that night - piss, totally unknown loads, Tina and of course finding myself. I never knew that night who had fucked me or what had fucked me and that is fucking hot as fuck. Definitely my best encounter since bottoming and I can’t wait for the next time.

Just gave my load to a hot Malaysian guy with a beautiful ass. Arrived in Malaysia a few hours ago and luckily the dating apps still work as good here as I remember from my last time. He turned quite into a cum pig as soon as be got his lips on my dick. I was rock hard when he sucked me and got my dick as deep as possible before I rimmed and then banged his hot hole. I ended it with blasting my load deep into his cumdump hole. Great way to be welcomed back.

Saturday afternoon birthday party. I got a text by one of my old tops i play with. He is at a birthday party at his house and wanted me to come over to play quick. I got to his house texted him i was in my car in front. He said come to the front door he will be there. I got to the door and he took me up to his bathroom in his bedroom and locked the door. I can hear a lot if people in the backyard and down stairs. He said drop your paints and get to your knees. He bent me over the tub and in no time i felt him lube my ass and he was hard as hell and felt his cock slide in. He pumped quickly and blew a load fast in a few minutes.. He pulled me up i pulled my pants up. He said sorry it was fast but he got horny as hell. I said it was good. I sneaked out and went home..

I had been chatting with this guy on Scruff for a week, he was a skinny slightly toned 38 year old guy. I could tell he smoked alot of weed as one of my fuck buddies has a body exactly like that. He invited me over on Saturday. It was early in the morning and he said that he would leave the door unlocked to come in strip off and get in bed with him. So I get in next to him and he pretty much wakes up straight away. He rolls over and hugs me and we make out. While we are making out he pulls me on top of him and his dick is rubbing against my hole and he is squeezing my ass cheeks. So I start moving down kissing as I go. I kiss and lick his dick before taking him in my mouth down to his balls in one go. I give him a sloppy blow job and after 5 minutes he tells me to lay on my stomach. I lay on my stomach he spreads my legs and dives between my cheeks rimming my hole. Him rimming me feels amazing and he slides his tongue in and out of my hole. After a few minutes he moves in to position and slides balls deep inside me in one go. He pounds my hole and pushes down on me as he pounds away. I turn my torso over so I can see him, he looks at me and kisses me and as he is kissing me he blows his load balls deep in my ass. He stops kissing me and let's out a "OH FUCK" and collapses on top of me. We fall asleep and a few hours later I wake up to him rubbing his dick on my ass. I turn my head and he is still asleep, so I move my ass so when he is rubbing back up my ass he slides inside me. As soon as he is inside me he wakes up grabs my waist and starts fucking me. As he is fucking me he kisses my neck and spanks my ass he let's out a "OH FUCK" and blows his 2nd load balls deep inside me. After that he looks at the time and says he should get up, so I get up and get dressed and head home with 2 loads deep in my ass.

Has been said before: from minutes to hours. I had (have?) a fuckbuddy who could fuck a long time. He had great cum control and liked fucking better than cumming. He knew he would be done once he shot his load and liked to delay that as long as he could. It was not unusual for him to fuck me for an hour or even longer sometimes. Bottom heaven for me! He made me blow my load several times before he was done. I think he's still around. Haven't heard from him for quite a while. Time to check how he's doing 😉 The longest fuck was several hours. I think he took something. He was hard all the time. It was not pounding and rutting but he kept his cock in my hole fucking really slow. Then pulled out for me to suck him and then back in my ass. He shot a massive load when he finally nutted. Tried to get back together with him but it never happened. He moved away. Others cum much more quickly. Call me selfish or greedy but I want to have some fun too. I like long fucks and get off too.

Tends to be more dependent on the top, rather than anything I'm doing...though I'm sure i do contribute in some way. My motto is "you can last 2 minutes or 2 hours....just keep me interested". Though as of recent, my hole is quite tight due to a lack of action (mostly voluntarily). So I'm sure the next lucky man won't be able to last that long inside me. 😄

Part 3 I am exhausted when I finally return home after work. I manage a quick shower and jerk myself off before falling asleep. The next morning I awake to my phone buzzing. Shit, did I oversleep? No, it's Saturday. So why is my uncle texting me? His message says he wants to meet for lunch and talk about how the job is going. I'm just glad he doesn't want to have breakfast. I lay in bed and replay yesterday in my head. I can't help but rub one out. This is the bed that I masturbated in thousands of times as a teenager. The bed where I first started putting things in my hole. Where I first watched porn. Now look where I am. I arrive at my uncle's favorite diner and find him waving from a corner booth. We quickly order and get down to business. "So it seems like you've figured out what was bothering the guys. They were in great spirits yesterday afternoon," he says. "Uh...yeah I guess so." I respond, not sure where this is headed. "Tyler, I have to show you something," my uncle says as he slides his phone across the table. I pick it up and can't believe my eyes. There on his phone is video of me getting gangbanged on the table by eight Mexican studs. "Uh, how did you? I can explain..." I said in panic. "No need to explain, Tyler. You were just doing your job. I told you to do anything to keep them happy and you did just that. Apparently you didn't notice the security camera on the ceiling when you were laying on your back," he says with a chuckle. "I was a bit distracted. Wait, so you're not mad?" "Hell no! You are just what those men need. Look, I knew you were a homo. I don't care, more chicks for me that way. You finally found a way to use your skills on the job site." "Hehe, I guess so. Well, I promise it won't happen again." "The hell it won't! You've gotta give your body up to these horny men every work day now. I know I'm asking a lot more work from you, so I'm increasing your pay by 50%. These guys are motivated and are working harder and faster than I've ever seen. So in a way, you're saving me money," my uncle says. "Are you gonna tell my parents about this?" I ask worriedly. "I won't tell anyone. Though the videos and pictures those guys took of you could get around, but not by me." "Oh, you saw that part too huh?" "Yep, I couldn't look away." my uncle responds. "They really don't care that you're a boy. They use you just like a girl." As we eat our meal, he rambles on about business. I'm shocked that he's fine with all of this. When we finish up and it's time to pay, he pulls two credit cards out of his wallet. "Here, this is your new expense card. Go buy what you need to keep these men happy." "Like, what do you mean?" I ask. "You know, sex stuff. Whatever they're into. Oh, and don't worry, I'm having a small bed installed in the trailer so you don't have to spend all your time on the table." "Thanks," I say as I take the credit card from him. This is one of the oddest conversations I've ever had, but also one of the most exciting. We leave the cafe and go our separate ways. Not sure what to buy, I text my friend Hector again. After all, he's the one who got me into all this. Hector is so jealous when he hears my job is to be a fuckboy for Mexican men. He recommends sexy underwear, skimpy outfits, lots of lube, poppers (especially for me to keep up), and something I never considered: a chastity cage. I told him how horny I've been by all this and how I can't stop jerking myself off. He says if I'm going to handle eight men a day, I need to be at full hornyness and not pleasure myself. Plus it will show dedication to the men. Hector also recommends coming up with a schedule so the men don't have to all use me at lunch. This will give them more time to fuck and me more time to recover in between. I draft up a schedule on my phone. All eight men will get a 15 minute break with me each day. Four per day will get to fuck my ass and the other four will get blowjobs. Then it will rotate the other days. I spend the rest of the weekend shopping and resting. The real challenge starts on Monday and I can't wait.

As the months have gone by, and now the wife no longer travels due to covid, i keep circling back to this time in my life when play was easy and sex was frequent. I so want to return to a life of down low perversion

How it Happened Ch. 3 I caught the bus back to campus without any trouble. The whole time with Michael seemed like a terrifying sexy dream. My well-fucked ass and the slowly leaking jizz seeping from my “boy pussy” told me I had not imagined my time with Michael. Fortunately, my roommate was still gone when I returned to my dorm room. I stripped and took another shower, so when I woke in the morning I wouldn’t wake to a puddle of cum in my bed. I told myself, even though I promised to let Michael fuck me raw anytime he wanted, this was only a one-time occurrence. When we met again, I would explain I preferred to engage in only safe-sex. I was sure he would understand, and we could move forward without any repeat of our wild and reckless night. Now having told myself this, I had to admit the sex had been amazing. The warm, throbbing cock pumping in and out of me had treated me to what had to be without a doubt some of the best sex in my life. I found myself getting hard as I remembered the hot, pulsing shots of his thick semen filling me up, as he continued pounding me like a porn star whore. I understood now why guys loved fucking raw, and I almost regretted depriving that lacrosse of the opportunity to breed me as Michael had done. Still it was better to be safe, than sorry. Michael and I could get tested together, and once our tests came back negative, we could skip rubbers and fuck like the night before. I took a couple of Aleve PM, so I could get some rest, and hopefully ease the pain of my well-fucked ass. As I drifted off to sleep, I heard my roomie return, but I was too far gone to care. When I woke up, I first thought it was dawn, but, I had slept through the entire day. Fortunately, I had only two classes, but I had never missed a class in my life. I contacted friends from those classes to catch up on my missed work, as well as checked over my work for the next day’s class-work. My friends from the night I met Michael had texted me to make sure I was doing okay. They apologized for abandoning me at after-hours club. I texted back it was all cool and had met a great guy, who was interested in seeing me again. Bed-time, Michael texted me. I found myself boning up at once as soon as I saw a message from him. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but at this point I couldn’t care less how he got my number. He told me how much he enjoyed our time together and was definitely looking forward to seeing me again Friday night. I responded telling him how much fun I had as well, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I soon found my cock leaking like crazy as he told me how much he enjoyed being inside me, and the way my “boy pussy” just seemed to keep milking his cock for more jizz. Even though his graphic texts turned me on something awful, I told him I really needed to talk about being safe in the future. I felt relieved when he responded that was something we could talk about Friday. I had been afraid he would want to not see me again, but that seemed not to be the case. He told me his friends were excited to meet me this coming weekend. His last text of the night included a picture of his cock buried in my ass, with some of his loads leaking out, with the comment, “Something to dream about until we see one another again. I barely made it to our bathroom, before I blew my load all over myself. I wanted him to fuck me again in the worse way. The rest of the week seemed to drag along at a snail’s pace, until Friday afternoon and my classes were over for the week. I made sure to try and get ahead of my school work, so I wouldn’t have anything to do Sunday night. It didn’t help Michael sexted me every night. I was a quivering messy of teen hormones by the time I caught the bus to Michael’s apartment Friday evening. The second night we had texted, he made me promise not to fap for the rest of the week. He wanted me loaded with jizz, so he could empty me out completely by the end of the weekend. The thought of someone making me climax until I couldn’t shoot anymore strangely turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I was when I climbed on the bus from Hopkins to downtown. I packed my toiletries, as well a couple changes of clothes, since I had no idea what he had planned for us to do over the weekend. I made sure I packed a box of condoms, just in case Michael didn’t have any on hand. I wanted to be prepared like the Eagle Scout I was. My heart was pounding, and there was a nice sized wet spot on my jeans, by the time I arrived at Michael’s apartment. I was seriously regretting following his instructions I free-ball. My tight jeans rubbed me in ways I wasn’t used to while wearing underwear. Every step made me harder and ooze even more precum. The outer door-grate was unlocked and opened easily when I pulled on it. I took a deep breathe before I hesitantly knocked on the door. I could hear voices and music playing, so I knocked a little bit harder a couple more times before I heard the door unlock and open. “Babe,” Michael smiled at me stepping aside to let me enter. I thought I’d blow my wad right there in the door way when I saw him. The only thing he had on was pair of black skin-tight jeans with the top button unbuttoned. His thick, hard cock bulged and strained against the zipper which seemed barely able to restrain his desire for me. “We’ve all been waiting for you to get here, so the fun can begin,” he told me, pulling me into a passionate kiss. His kiss threw me completely off kilter, everything I had planned to say to him went out of my mind. As we kissed, he began getting me out of my clothes, I almost felt as if I were in a porn flick, everything seemed to be happening so quickly. Once I was naked, Michael handed me the glass pipe we had smoked last time I was there. I started to say I didn’t want to get started that quick this time, but as soon as I opened my mouth the pipe was inserted. “Inhale babe, just keep inhaling like a good lil’ chem piggy,” he chuckled, as he continued moving his lighter back and forth as he started stroking my cock. God, what a surreal and amazing feelings he was created in me. Occasionally, he would take a hit himself, but soon I found it back in my mouth. I lost track of time as I stood in the doorway getting wasted and jerked off by him. My lust for Michael was equal to the previous time I had been at his place on Saturday night. I wanted his dick bad and he knew it. He pushed me down to my knees, before feeding me his beautiful, thick, uncut cock. I worshiped it, as he had taught me to the first time I sucked him. I swear I got even harder, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and began to seriously face-fuck me like the slut he called me. I gagged somewhat, but soon was able to take his cock to his shaved groin. If being his slut got me his dick, I was more than willing to become one for him. I was in love with him and wanted to please him. I began to love it when he forced himself deep down my throat cutting off my air and holding it there until I was almost ready to pass out, Slobber and precum coated his cock when he finally withdrew it long enough to let me breath, before shoving it in deep. He could do anything he wanted, I was his to use, so long as he fucked me. I began to believe and accept his dirty talk about being his slut, bitch-boy. I was his whore/cumslut. I wanted, no correct that, NEEDED, to please him anyway I could so he would slide his magnificent fuck-stick inside my boy-cunt. Safe-sex was the furthest thing from my mind. I NEEDED to feel him deep inside me and flooding my insides with his cum. He pulled me off his throbbing, dripping cock, smiling down at me. “Oh yeah slut, we’re going to have a fun time this weekend,” he told me yanking me to my feet by my hair, before French kissing the hell out of me. “Come on bitch, time for some more fuck smoke and some fuck vitamins, then you can get back to work showing me how much you want my fuck stick and dirty loads up your cunt.” I didn’t even think to argue, I just followed him down to the living-room. All thoughts of safe-sex had vanished into thin air like the clouds of white smoke he began to feed me once I swallowed another smiley-face pill and a blue diamond-shaped pill. Once again, he encouraged me to drink more Gatorade. Once I had finished the Gatorade, he fed me even more of the amazing fuck-smoke, which made me even horny than I thought possible. I didn’t even wait to be asked, I finished the pipe off and dropped to my knees and returned to worshiping my new owner. If I had been sober, I would have taken serious offense to being referred to as his property, now rather than his boyfriend. If it meant I would soon be fucked by him, I was more than willing to be his bitch, slut. I had no intention of debated his claim of knocking me up, as being proof I was now his to do or to use however he wanted. My sole focus was bringing pleasure to him, so he would bring me pleasure. I moaned in pleasure, as he continued to forcefully use my mouth and throat. I enjoyed the feel of his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks wide and slipping something small and hard in my hole. A moment later I felt a warm, burning feeling suddenly shot into my hole, before the hard, small cylinder slide from my hole. As time began to stand still, my hole began to hunger to be filled with his hard cock. I was about to try and pull off his cock to beg him to fuck me, when suddenly my hole stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before as an enormous cock-head punched through it’s opening, thrusting several massively, thick inches deep inside me. “Sorry Mikey, we just couldn’t wait any longer to join the party,” a deep, masculine voice said from behind me. “Is he as good as cock-sucker as he looks?” Another voice off to the side asked. “It looks like he knows how to deep through you, but can he do me? A third voice asked. “Well there is only one way to find out, you’ll just have to take him for a test spin. He’s yours for the weekend, but don’t break him please I still want to keep him for a while longer to expand his horizons,” I heard Michael chuckle as he pulled me off his cock and slide out from under me and off the couch. I gasped for breath as I felt the rest of my mysterious fucker’s raw dick sink all the way inside me as his bushy pubes settled against my ass cheeks. My head dropped all the way down on the sofa cushion as I moaned in pleasure at the mysterious cock now buried balls deep inside me. I was torn between feeling betrayed by my new boyfriend, and the incredible pleasure of the thick piece of fuck-meat now buried inside me. I didn’t even know what the guy even looked like, but I was beginning to not even care, because as he began rocking in and out of me slowly at first building momentum, I found myself moaning in pleasure. I didn’t want this amazing thick cock to stop. I my moans of pleasure soon matched both the speed and depth of his fucking. “Hey Mikey, I think he likes it,” chuckled the voice behind me, which prompted laughs from the others. I never had any doubt he would,” laughed Michael. “Have fun with him. I’ll be back later, I have a “date” with a hot lil’ Calvert Hall senior. I may bring him back to join the fun,” chuckled my “boyfriend”. “The kid loves raw cock and cum, I met him at Bush River,” he laughed. Michael grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head up to face him. “You are going to take good care of my friends while I’m gone aren’t you cumdump?” He asked me with a look that told me I had better behave or else. “Yes…Sir,” I answered submissively, fearing what might happen if I dared to refuse. Besides, I was really beginning to enjoy the fuck I was getting for this mysterious man. “That’s a good lil’ bitch slut,” he smirked at me. “I’m just helping you become the lil’ faggot slut you’ve always dreamed of being,” he laughed, before leaning down to kiss the hell of me. “I’ll be back in a couple hours gents, enjoy,” he said before letting go of my hair and leaving the room. “Here blow some clouds boy,” commanded a deep voice holding the glass pipe to my mouth. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the flame begin to move along the bottom of the glass bubble. Each time I inhaled deeply, the cock fucking me paused, only to resume its relentless pounding of my ass. Once I finished off the white rock, I found myself presented with two cocks to service. One black and one caramel-colored, both were larger and thicker than I had seen before in my limited sexual explorations. Normally, I would have resisted, but instead I began to worship those beautiful cocks being presented to me. I was in heaven licking and sucking on them, while another cock continued to fuck me relentlessly. “Damn, this cunt is amazing,” grunted the voice behind me. “He’s a horny lil’ fucker,” he groaned, before slapping my ass hard, which in turned made me moan around one of the cocks stuffing my throat. “I think Mikey found a good one here, he’s a nasty lil’ pussy boy,” chuckled one of the voices busy feeding me cock. “Get…ready…to…swap,” panted my fucker. “SHIT! YES! FUCK!” Howled the man long dicking me like there was no tomorrow. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…LOAD!” I pushed back against the unknown man fucking me as I felt his dick begin to swell and fill me with his jizz. I wanted his load in the worse way. “Damn! That was a good fuck, can’t wait until he’s really broken in properly,” chuckled the man as I felt his cock begin to withdraw from me. I tried to close my ass to keep his load inside, but I couldn’t. The next thing I knew another cock was sliding inside me, while I was presented with a cum-covered cock to clean. I didn’t hesitate in opening my mouth to clean and worship the cock that had just fucked me so wonderfully.

i have a top buddy that likes to start our fuck sessions by lubing the head of my cock and then fucking my ass with my cock until i cum in my own ass he then proceeds to use my cum as lube to fuck me and add his cum to my own steve

One of the first guys to breed me did this. He fucked and bred me a few times then he ordered me to cum on his cock. I was so fucking horny and I came on his cock and he shoved his cock back inside me and fucked me and bred me mixing our cum as one and putting it deep in me. That was so fucking hot. Never used my own as lube though. I cum so much and the loads get smaller each time it's pointless