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  1. I spent the summer walking on eggshells around the apartment complex. Trying to avoid my neighbor. Occasionally I would see him but I would put more of an effort to walk on by. I kept thinking about how I was lured into fixing a sink but ended up fucked. I deliberately tried to keep as much distance as possible for the past couple months. Since Mr. Lewis was poz I had gotten tested recently and to my relief My results today say I was still negative. Despite his deposit, I manage to avoid catching what he had. So now I’ve been feeling less on edge. When I walked past his door this time I felt lighter so I didn’t mind that he stopped me to say hi. “Well hello there Tommy boy. How have things been with you? Haven’t seen much of you.” He was in his tank top and sweats as usual, notably no underwear since his bulge was poking through. Although since seeing it last time, it could just be big enough to make a prominent tent even with underwear. I still remember the pain it caused on its ‘accidental’ plunge in me. I tried not to stare. “I’ve been okay Sir. Just busy with studies and work. You know how it is.” Even if I wasn’t trying to avoid him, I have been rather preoccupied with school and work. So it wasn’t much of a fib. “Oh I’m sure you’ve been working hard. I’ve missed you.” He then pulled his cock out of his pants and twirled it in font of me. “I know this has missed you as well.“ I didn’t know how to respond to that. I blushed and was struggling for words. “Oh I’m just kidding. How is your ass? I’m sure it has recovered since the last time I fucked you dirty.“ And he said that with a normal speaking voice regardless of who may or may not have heard it. We were alone in the hallway but still. “It’s-It’s fine!” I nervously looked back and forth to make sure no one was around to hear that. At the end of the hall I saw a brief glimpse of the landlord exiting towards the staircase. I wasn’t sure if heard that or not. My embarrassment shot up. “Why don’t you come in? You can keep me company, and we can get comfortable.” He motioned to inside his place. The place where I was violated so easily. “No thanks. I’m going to head home and take care of some chores. Cleaning, laundry, that sort of stuff. It was nice seeing you.” I politely fibbed. I admit there was a small part of me that was curious to see what he had in store but that part of me was incredibly small and the vast majority of my rational brain was directing me to get out of there. I didn’t give him time to interject and made my way home. I took a moment to calm down from the encounter then pulled myself together and went about my day. I got to work on things that I have been neglecting, like cleaning and a few homework assignments that were past due but I could turn them in for at least partial credit. I started gathering up a few things to do laundry when I heard a knock on my door. It was Mr. Lewis, with a small bag of laundry. “Howdy there sunny boy. You mentioned you were doing laundry? Well I figured I’d come by and borrow your washer. Mine’s on the fritz again. I’ll probably have you come by and take a look eventually. You don’t mind.” He was cheerful and aloof, but said that as more of a statement then a question. As if we were already close friends. But like before I didn’t want to be rude so I let him in. “Uh, sure I was just about to put a load in.” I grabbed my pile and walked to the washer. Mr. Lewis fallowed with his and we started sorting. He was behind me with his bag while I was putting things in the machine. “I don’t have much, I can shove my load in with yours.” His hips pressed up against me as he was throwing some things in. I felt his hard on rubbing my butt. I started getting visions of the kitchen sink incident and the straddling he gave me. I moved aside, away from his boner and threw more clothes in. Mr. Lewis had some sweats, tanks, socks and underwear. His usual casual wear. When the last of our clothes went in, Mr. Lewis grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. “Woah! What are you doing?” “Might as well wash everything while you’re at it right?“ Mr. Lewis said while taking his tank top off. “Go on then, we’re both guys here, no need to be shy.“ I wasn’t very comfortable with the situation but it was laundry day and Mr. Lewis already was taking off his clothes, so I finished taking my pants all the way off and pulled my shirt off and added them to the washer. Mr. Lewis pulled down his underwear and his stiff cock sprang up, the forskin pealing back on its own as the head swelled up. It was an impressive piece of meat, and on any other circumstances I’d love to play with it. “There we go that’s better isn’t it?“ He tossed his clothes in the washer while getting behind me and pressing his hips up against me again. I felt his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. The tip of his cock was wet, it felt like he was dripping pre-cum already. “Ah! Sir careful! Thats very close.” I tried moving my ass away from his cock but he grabbed my hips and held me in place, then added some pressure against my hole. His pre leaking out and getting me slick down there as it pressed. It was trying to dig inside me again. “Mr. Lewis please you can’t.” Then all of a sudden Mr. Lewis held a dirty cloth in front of my nose and mouth, it stank a lot. “Now now boy. Just breathe in my old socks. You’ll be fine.“ I held my breath, my body was freezing up and I didn’t know what to do. Mr. Lewis sensing my hesitation and started getting impatient. “I said breathe!“ On that he emphasized by thrusting his hips forward, his fat cock tip plunging inside me. I jolted. His thick clock caused pain going in, and out of reflex I did as instructed. I gave the socks a big inhale. They smelled like dirty feet, like he wore them for a week. There was also another smell in there, a chemical smell. My head went dizzy and I got such a rush. I started feeling really good. The pain from his cock head in me went away and I relaxed my ass. His cock actually started feeling good and so did the rest of my body. For a moment I forgot about the danger and started wiggling my hips down onto Mr. Lewis’s cock. The sock over my face seemed to be making me sensitive, I could feel his cock inside me in better detail. The shape of the head, the foreskin sliding in my ring, his twitching shaft pulsing it’s way up in me. As my ass started swallowing it up more there was a sudden jerk. Mr. Lewis had yanked his cock away from me. “Good, now that we have the load packed in how about we sit down and relax. I could use a drink, how about you?” I felt a slime trailing from my ass down my leg. Mr. Lewis’s massive cock had a bead trailing down it’s tip. This man produces a lot of pre-cum. As he walked towards the kitchen I reached behind me and felt my ass. The tip of my finger got coated in his pre. I brought the finger up to my mouth and tasted it. It was salty and bitter. A much stronger flavor than mine, almost overwhelming. As the fuzziness in my head started to wear off I yanked my finger away and acted like nothing happened right before he was able to see what I was doing. What was I thinking? How could I have enjoyed what he did? I got to keep it together. This man has a sinister motive and he nearly accomplished it again just now. What the hell was coated in that sock? I need to be on my toes. “Where do you keep your glasses?” He was rumedging through my kitchen, practically making himself at home. I walked next to him and squatted down to the lower cabinet grabbing two glasses out. “Oh there they were.” He turned his body in my direction while I was still squatted down closing the cabinet door and his cock slapped me across the face, leaving some pre smeared on my cheek. Mr. Lewis only filled his up with tap water and carried both glasses over to the living room table. “Come sit, we have plenty of time while the clothes wash.” “L-let me just go get dressed.” “Come now, I’m sitting here naked. I don’t want to be the only one. Come sit.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him. I reluctantly obliged and sat down. His dick was down to a semi now, he was casually playing with his balls while he continued conversation. “You did a fine job on my sink Tommy. Thank you for the help.” “Yeah sure. It was my pleasure.“ “I’m sure it was. Especially for me screwing your hot tight ass. Thank you for that by the way it’s been a while since I was able to breed a young man such as you.“ He smiled as if he was recounting the time that he won a game or caught a large fish and felt proud of himself. “Yeah about that, I don’t think I can really do stuff like that.“ I tried to come off as gently as possible. “You know, the risks and all.“ “I already shot a massive load of poz cum in your ass last time. I don’t think you need to worry about risk anymore, he he.” “Well I got lucky and I’m still negative. I was tested recently. So I really shouldn’t be playing around like that.“ Mr. Lewis‘s face lit up. His cock sprang back up to full mast. As if he was happy to hear that news. “Oh really? Well then I guess you’re a lucky son of a gun! But I guess I did give you a pretty strong irrigation after words. Would have been unfortunate for you to catch the bug on the first date, ha ha ha.“ “Do you normally play like that? Without condoms?“ “Never used them in my life. I always fuck raw. Probably why I am positive to begin with. But I never minded that. It’s better to feel skin on skin, the feel of a cock pulsing as it floods your guts with sperm. Don’t you think?“ “Yeah that sounds hot in theory. But I don’t know, maybe with someone I trusted.“ “And you don’t trust me? Your good old granddaddy across the hall? he he.” Mr. Lewis patted my thigh as he chuckled. His fingers grazing my shaft as he rubbed my leg. “I’m just kidding, I know I am an old kinky [banned word]. Which is why I couldn’t help but piss inside of you last time. But how can you blame me? Not every day that I have access to such a handsome young man like you. I had to try as many kinks as I could.” That made me blush. No one‘s ever talked to me that way before. He was so experienced and unfiltered, that I just couldn’t keep up with his wildness. “I don’t really do kink. I never really gave it much thought. You were the first one to ever do something like that.“ “Do you mean I took your piss virginity? Oh lucky me! Glad I was able to soil your insides first. The thought of it is making me leak.“ I looked over to his cock and it was leaking. A drip of clear pre going down his shaft. “Say, do you know how to give a good foot massage? Why don’t you try with these.“ Mr. Lewis popped his feet in my lap as he asked that. Not giving me much time to answer. “I don’t really know how.“ I stared at his feet in my lap, my mouth agape at his request. They were meaty and thick, with a little bit of dirt on the bottom of them. They were a little big for such a short man, probably size 10 or 11. I have never given anyone a massage before, and this felt strangely intimate so I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to turn him down. “Oh it’s not that hard, they ain’t going to bite you. If anything you might bite them.“ Mr. Lewis raised a foot up to my face and shoved his toes in my mouth. It tasted strong, salty, and musky, almost like an exotic cheese. It was like when he shoved his dirty sock in my mouth but this taste was more intense. His toes were locating my tongue. I pushed his legs away and coughed a bit, trying to process what just happened this time. “There you’ve had a taste. Probably a lot better than my old sock right?“ “Right.“ damn, not what I meant to say. I just thought up of any answer automatically as I was getting over the shock of having this older man’s dirty toes in my mouth. “Figured you’d like that. You seem like you’d be a natural shrimper.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, I just nodded in agreement. Mr. Lewis sat upright and grabbed my arm and started pulling me off the couch. “Move over here in front of me. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to rub on them. Just sit on the floor there in front of me. Will be easier that way.“ He positioned me so I was sitting on my knees on the floor while he sat on the couch. He lifted his foot and put it in my lap motioning me to start rubbing them. Out of fear of having him forcing me to suck on them again I started massaging it. Not really sure what to do, just pressing my thumbs into his soul and rubbing them in small circles. Mr. Lewis tilted his head back and sighed, seemingly enjoying himself. As I was rubbing one foot he raised his other and let it sit on my shoulder periodically caressing my cheek with his toes. The more I massaged his foot the more he was rubbing my face with his other, getting dangerously close to my mouth with his big toe. As I felt his toe reaching over and pressing against my lips, I finished up massaging the foot in hand and swapped it out for the one on my shoulder taking it away from my face. I rubbed this one in the same way for a moment. Mr. Lewis then took his foot I had finished massaging and was rubbing my thigh with it. His toes swirling in little circles, inching further up. I tried concentrating on the task at hand and ignoring it, but then he moved his foot over to my cock and started rubbing my shaft with his toes. “Mr. Lewis I-“ “Relax I’m just giving you a massage as well.“ He started rubbing his foot up and down my cock, and since it was receiving physical stimulation it was naturally getting hard. Mr. Lewis was very skilled with his foot work and it didn’t take long for me to get a full hard on. I wasn’t as big as him. I was only six and a half inches. It was getting difficult for me to concentrate on massaging his foot while the other was rubbing me down there. Mr. Lewis must have noticed this so he pushed his foot toward my face. “Lick the sole.” His foot had a strong smell but I was starting to get used to it. The rubbing on my cock was getting me horny so I wasn’t minding his foot in my face for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Mr. Lewis started rubbing his foot in accordance with how I was licking him. “That’s a good boy, savor the taste. You’re gonna get addicted to the taste of my feet before long.” After licking at his foot for a while he took his foot out from my face and brought it down to my cock, he was now jacking my cock with both his feet. “There now, let granddaddy take care of you.“ He raised his other foot up to my face, “lick this one too, get it nice and sloppy, put some lube on it.“ I did as instructed and sucked on his other foot. It had the taste of my cock mixed in with the taste of his feet. It was more pleasant. Wait, it can’t be pleasant, what was I thinking? But I was getting more used to it, maybe too used to it. His feet were way more soft then I had imagined. Soft and plump and big. Once it was licked and slobbered on he brought it back down to my cock and started rubbing it again with both feet. It was an insane feeling. His juicy slick pads sliding up and down my shaft. I was surprisingly feeling like I was actually getting close. I couldn’t help but moan and stare at his work. His soles rubbing on my cock, his toes curling over the head. I would normally never be into this sort of thing, but I was being masturbated by the feet of a seasoned pro. “Mr. Lewis, you should stop. If you keep that up I’m gonna…“ I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit that this older man’s feet were going to make me cum. My hips started thrusting along with his feet pumping me. “Oh? Are you gonna cum on my feet? Look at you, you’re even fucking them like a horny foot slut. You dirty boy. You wouldn’t dare ejaculate from this? This is just a simple massage why do you have to make it perverted all of a sudden? He he.” He was loving this, he was loving torturing me like this. He wanted to see me subjugated like this, like a plaything beneath his feet, regardless of the pun. He started jacking me faster. I grabbed his feet and squeezed them tighter to my cock. This was so embarrassing but I really wanted to blow my load. I didn’t care if i was using a pair of dirty old troll feet as a flesh light. Well I guess they are not dirty anymore. Holy fuck I actually washed his feet with my mouth! I could still taste it. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna-“ Mr. Lewis stopped the foot job and stood up, he walked over to the table to grab a drink of water. I was left blue balled, desperately wanting his feet back. Shit really? His feet? No, that was dirty. This horniness is really screwing with my brain. “Wow you did a lovely job rubbing my feet boy. They were hurting today so I really needed that.” On one hand I should be relieved that he stopped stimulating me with his feet, on the other hand I was getting close and part of me really wanted to finish. I just continued sitting there on the floor with a throbbing hard on. Mr. Lewis walked over to me. “So do you think the laundry is done? I know it hasn’t been long but do you think we should check on it?“ I looked over to him and his hard on was staring me right in the face. Only an inch away from my nose. I looked up at him and he was looking down on me. “I don’t know…I didn’t hear it beep.“ I said, sexually frustrated yet trying to keep my composure. Mr. Lewis moved closer, the tip of his cock was now lightly touching the little divot under my nose. It had a strong scent to it. It was almost making me dizzy, I couldn’t help but breath in the smell of his dick. “Well we can go over there and check.” He suggested. As he looked towards the washing machine his cock slid across my upper lip. “Or we can go see if we missed any clothes in your bedroom.“ He looked over to my bedroom and his cock swung the other way slapping me across the cheek. A line of pre painting my face. “What do you think we should do?“ He was now slowly wiggling his hips back-and-forth. The tip of his cock sliding across my lips. I was keeping them closed but they were being coated in pre, like a thick layer of lip gloss. “Well do you think we should go check on the clothes?“ He was now holding still, his cock pressed firmly against my lips. I tried to nod my head in response. “Is that a yes?“ “Yes.“ As I open my mouth to respond Mr. Lewis slid the head of his cock in past my lips. He put his hands on my head, it’s taste was salty and I could feel his juice seeping down onto my tongue. “But first sunny boy, I need to take a piss. And you must be thirsty right?“ I was still as stone. I wasn’t sucking him, I was just holding it in there frozen in fear. Did he actually plan on pissing in my mouth? “How about this? Hold perfectly still and say nothing and I will let my lemonade flow into you, and you drink it up. Or if you don’t want to become my urinal today, start bobbing your head back-and-forth and suck me a little. The choice is yours.“ Were those really my options? Drink his piss or suck his cock? Couldn’t I just get out of the situation at all? I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t want to drink piss. Wouldn’t it taste really bad? How did I even let it get this far as to have him stick it in my mouth? I can’t believe it but I really wish we would have continued with the foot job. Sure it was humiliating but at least I didn’t have to drink, wait how long was I sitting there frozen? “Oh you nasty little boy. I guess that settles it. Hope you can take it. I piss a lot.” Mr. Lewis held onto his dick at the base with the tip in my mouth. A fist resting on his hip. Spread his legs, squatting a little. Getting into a comfortable position, arching his back slightly. “Give it a sec.” While the tip was twitching in my mouth I thought ‘Is he really going to piss in my mouth? Here in my living room?’ I was too sacred to move. I stared up at him almost mesmerized by how much this man looked like he was standing in a bathroom like this was a normal thing. He made a couple of deep breaths. Making mini flexes under his belly to squeeze his bladder, priming it for release. My lips closed themselves tight around his head so there would be no spillage. I was automatically trying to figure out the best way to accommodate the impending flow. “Ooof, here it comes……” He inhaled and held it for a second... losed his eyes and leaned his head back… Then his body relaxed as he let out a satisfying sigh… “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” The deer in the headlights mode wore off as I realized what the fuck was about to be shooting down his piss slit. I quickly started sucking on his cock head. Going back-and-forth and tilting my head a little. “Oh changed your mind have you? Oops, let’s see if It ain’t too late to change lanes.” Mr. Lewis started rocking his hips into my mouth, attempting to halt his flow. His cock tasted strong, as strong as his feet, but with a distinctive dick taste to it. I can pick up a little hint of my ass on it but the flavor here is all Mr. Lewis. After a quick second there was a sharp tart taste entering my mouth. His cock spilled a squirt of piss. I guess he couldn’t stop the small bit that was already on its way. I tried not to react to it and swallowed it as I kept sucking. Thankfully it was a small amount. Hopefully he didn’t notice. He had his hands on his hips as he looked down on me. He looked at me as if he was proud of me. Even though that this was my creepy neighbor from down the hall, a part of me was kind of enjoying sucking on such an impressively large cock. I tried to mentally block out who it was I was sucking, and tried to enjoy it. I reached up and started rubbing Mr. Lewis‘s ass. It was round, not flabby, but it was definitely the ass of an older man. He grabbed my hands and stuck them between his ass cheeks. I felt his hole, it was round and soft. He push two of my fingers up inside of him. It was wet and warm. His ass was clenching on my fingers. It gave a strange sucking sensation like his ass was pulling me in. I pulled away and I rest my hands on his feet, playing with them while I sucked. I tried going deeper on his cock but he held my head and only let me suck on the tip. Almost made me a little embarrassed, me trying to take more in the situation and him holding me back. Perhaps he just really wanted to control what we were doing. I probably sucked on his cock head for about 15 or 20 minutes when the washing machine beeped indicating it was done with it’s cycle. Mr. Lewis pulled me off his cock. “Looks like the laundry needs to be changed to the dryer.“ He noted. I used that moment to get up and walk over to the washing machine. “Yes we should get these clothes changed and dried.“ I was still incredibly horny but I was trying to regain my sanity and focus on the laundry in hopes that nothing more will happen of this. When I finished loading the dryer mr. Lewis approached behind me and grabbed my ass, rubbing my cheeks with one hand. “So not long now, do you know what we should do while we wait for the clothes to dry?“ Mr. Lewis reached over and put a glass in front of me on top of the dryer. It was filled to the brim with yellow liquid. His cock poking my ass again. “I think you need to drink this.” “What is that?“ Soon as I asked that Mr. Lewis placed his old sock over my face again. Immediately my head went buzzing and my senses overwhelmed with his foot sent. “That’s it. Breathe my popper soaked sock. I know you love it.” He pressed against me and his cock started parting my hole. Slowly it worked it’s way up in me. “Oooh fuck! Mr. Lewis, you can’t!“ Mr. Lewis slid his cock in and out, and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips beginning to move with enthusiasm. It didn’t hurt this time. The sock was working it’s magic. “You asked what was in the glass, I filled it with my piss. You see, this is what’s going to happen. I am going to furiously fuck you now and while I fuck you, you are going to drink down that entire glass. If you finish the entire glass before I cum, I will pull out. If not then I will shoot my poz load deep inside of you.” His hips were thrusting fast now. “Do you really think you can get lucky a second time? These balls of mine are potent.” “Please, you can’t do this, I was sucking you off for so long.“ Mr. Lewis was drilling into me hard, his cock pulverizing my insides. It felt amazing but I was trying not to show it. I couldn’t deny his skills at drilling ass. “Then I suggest you start drinking, because at this rate I’m really not going to last.“ I grabbed the glass and I immediately started to drink. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be but I definitely didn’t like it. I was trying to swallow it as fast as I could but I had to stop and take breaths. Mr. Lewis was going to town and I was going crazy with how good it was. “Mmm! Fuck! Sir, please!” I wasn’t sure if that was a moan begging for him to stop or fuck harder. It was hard to see the line at this point. He kept slamming into me. His cock like a battering ram. In and out, slicking up my hungry hole. “Still half a glass left. Yeah im close!” He was starting to reach his finish line, his cock hard as rock. Balls slapping me. I brought the glass to my mouth and started chugging again. The humiliation of drinking this old guys piss up front, with the ecstasy of cock heaven unleashed in the back. It must have been quite the shocking sight. I had to stop again cause the villainous cock up in me was thrusting too much for me to concentrate on drinking. I set the glass down on the dryer attempting to regain composure, but the shaking from the dryer and Mr. Lewis’s fucking ended up knocking it over. Spilling the last mouthful. “Oh what are ya gunna do now Tommy boy? Here it comes! Looks like your stuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!” “Oh please, I’ll don’t anything you want, I swear! Just please shoot outside!” “FUCK! DEAL!” Mr. Lewis pulled out his cock and simultaneously as his massive head exited with a moist pop, it’s first ribbon super soaked my hole and the other ribbons shot with impressive pressure all over my back. He shouted as he sprayed me, some even shot up in my hair. I laid bent over the dryer, my face sitting in Mr. Lewis’s piss from the glass, and his cum running down my face back and ass. It was over finally. I dodged another bullet. “I’m going to hold you too that Tommy boy.” He was out of breath. “Remember you said you’d do anything and I intend to cash that in.” He let his body rest on mine. His now semi hard cock kissing my cum covered hole. Streams of post cum still slowly flowing out of him like lavaI, gushing between the seems of his head and my hole. I had no energy to fight. If he pushed back in, even slightly, my ass would not give resistance. Hell, it felt like my hole might’ve been gaping and actively attempting to suck his monster back in. “First answer me this. Did you play with my sock after you went home with it the first time?” “Yes…” “Good boy, I’m gonna look forward to seeing sort of games we can play together. Grandpa has a lost to teach you.” Those words scared me. I might have had some idea of what he was planning but it couldn’t be worse than getting pozzed. Mr. Lewis clumsily motioned to get up and his cock head popped back in for a split second and as quickly dislodged. I heard the *slurp, pop* as he stepped away. His cock still dripping on the floor. He walked towards the front door. “Well this was fun. But I should leave you to it. I’ll drop by again, well… whenever I feel like it I guess, he he he.” I sorely followed him. “What about your cloths?” “Oh those? Keep ‘em here for me. There’s just a few of them. It’ll be good to have a change of them when I stay over” Mr. Lewis opened the door to leave completely nude. He passed a huge angry bear of a man standing right outside my door. A big 6’4 scruffy man with muscular arms and a beer belly. The landlord! “Oh don’t mind me. Just got my rocks off.” Mr. Lewis said as he walked to his apartment. But not before giving the landlord a playful slap on the ass. I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum. I was staring at my landlord who looked annoyed. I felt a drop of cum fall from my hair and run down my cheek. “You were being too loud ya know?” He asked while scrutinizing me with his eyes. He wasn’t in a good mood but he never was. I was ashamed, I looked down at his feet, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry. There was a miss understanding and-“ He reach his hand over and wiped the cum drop off my cheek. We both looked at it for a second. Then the landlord licked his finger clean. “Should have known he’d get to you too. We should talk.”
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  2. I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.
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  3. Chapter 13: The Explosion Sunday morning dawned bright and early, but the boys regained consciousness somewhat later, after what had undoubtedly been a tiring and emotionally intense day. It was Joey who slowly recovered consciousness first, becoming aware of a continuous dull roar of noise which had certainly not been there before. Then came sirens, and those woke him up all the way. He got out of bed and staggered slowly over to the window, parting the curtains slightly to look out. What he saw sent him racing back to the bed to shake Dean wide awake. “Whaa… wha the….” “Dean, get up now!” “Wha the big rush?” “I’m telling you, get out of bed and come over here!” Dean staggered over to the window in much the same fashion as Joey had done a few moments earlier. He looked out, shook his head, looked again. “Oh, shit.” North Clark Street outside the hotel was clogged from side to side by protesters. Signs and banners waved in the air. Voices shouted through megaphones. Police cars stood at the fringes of the crowd, the officers trying to force their way through towards the doors of the hotel. More police arrived as they were watching. They stepped back into the room, staring at each other. “Did we do that?” “I think we did.” “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “Dean, none of us were – but we probably should have been.” With that, Joey sent out a thought at large: Anyone else seen what’s out there? Dayna’s thought came in, with a forgivable edge of asperity. Finally, you’re here. We’ve been watching the show for the last hour or more, while we waited for you two and for Jaysen and Peter to clue in. Where are you all? Breakfast. Give us half an hour and we’ll join you. “Half an hour, princess? Seriously? You usually spend 3 times that pampering and primping every morning.” “Very funny, Dean. High speed today. Shower and dress on the run.” Half an hour later, they joined the other three in the restaurant. Jaysen and Peter arrived just moments after them. Wade spoke first. “Well, everyone, we are definitely in for a rough ride. I took some pics of the protesters, then cropped and blew them up. Check out the signs.” GAY CONSPIRACY STOP TEMPTING OUR CHILDREN SHIFTERS ARE Sarah Palin’S LEGION KILL ALL SHIFTING FAGS “Wow. Not much doubt about their feelings, is there?” Dayna dared a question. “Are you fellows scared?” Jaysen glanced at the others first, then replied. “This may seem scarier to you than it does to us because we’ve had this shit thrown at us all our lives. Sure, it’s scary – but it’s familiar turf.” “I was thinking just that when I said to Dean a while ago that if we didn’t foresee this, we certainly should have,” Joey put in. Jaysen went on. “And we have one huge advantage we didn’t have yesterday. Now that the whole world knows about us, there’s no need to keep cautioning ourselves not to use everything we have. Right?” Everyone took a second to absorb that, and then nodded agreement. It was a pretty big adjustment to make after anything up to nearly fifty years (in Deidra’s case) of hiding an essential part of your life, your very self, from the wider world. “A word of caution,” Joey put in. “We should maybe try to do a bit of simple experimenting before we make our move, because we have to plan on four of us moving three more who can’t move themselves around, plus bags.” “And in case anyone’s thinking about it,” Deidra went on, “I’ve never moved more than two people at the same time – yesterday – and certainly not with additional personal belongings.” “Okay, then,” Dayna said, “after we finish breakfast and I’ve gotten as much coffee as I want – and that will take a while -- we’ll go back to our rooms and try things out to see how it works.” An hour later, packed and rehearsed, they were ready to leave for the airport. After checking out on the hotel’s app, they came downstairs and moved through the lobby towards the front door. The doorman moved to intercept them, plainly unwilling to unlock and open the entrance with the crowd still outside. Just then a voice beyond the door screamed, “Here come those fucking faggot assholes now!” The crowd surged towards the door. Each of the seven got a firm hand on the baggage. Wade grasped Dayna. Peter held Jaysen. Dean held Deidra, and Joey hung onto the extra bag with all the family tree information in it. The seven of them vanished…. …and promptly materialized in the living room of Dayna’s apartment in San Diego, where the sun was just tipping over the horizon. There, they sat down and started studying the news apps on their phones. They’d hardly underestimated the danger they faced. There had been screaming crowds at both Chicago airports, and also at San Diego airport. Jaysen got a text message from a friend to tell him that his condo building, and the country club, were also besieged. The news apps were showing footage from various cities which indicated that the signs they’d seen in Chicago had been some of the milder ones. A prominent political leader described the shifters as a “gay plague” that was going to take down the country, and angrily accused the president of being “soft on shifters.” His slogan was quickly picked up, repeated, and amplified by opposition leaders in a number of countries. Online preachers in various religions exhorted their followers to murder these satanic interlopers as quickly as possible, calling it a holy crusade to purify the world. Even the normally laconic Wade was stunned by the scorching, acidic outpouring of hate and venom directed at them, and at the larger gay community. Before the day was out, several noted gay clubs were firebombed or otherwise attacked, resulting in seventy deaths. Two gays-only guest houses in Fort Lauderdale were torched. So was a gay-friendly hotel in Bangkok. More violence followed in the next few days, as the torrent of invective kept rising higher and higher. Official spokespeople of all sorts were unable to account for the vehemence and violence of the reaction. Even the representatives of various churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques gave statements, explaining that the angry behaviour and ferocious invective of their respective spiritual leaders was totally unexpected and uncharacteristic. Then, on Thursday morning, the seven suddenly received a panicky thought from Deidra – the only one of them who lived alone. They’re here! In my apartment!!! Dean immediately fired back. Where are you? In the bathroom. The door’s locked but they’re breaking it down! Coming, Mom! Dean blinked, grabbed Deidra, and blinked again just as the door gave way. Safely back in his home, he kept holding his terrified mother as she burst into hysterical tears, giving way to her terror. Dean and Joey both did their best to comfort and reassure her, but their efforts to calm her were less than effective as they were feeling far from serene themselves. As she was struggling to regain control, she had managed to sob out the words “…red…light…,” but neither Joey nor Dean picked up on it at that point. That night the first demonstrators appeared outside their home in Carlsbad. They wasted no time, packing up and getting ready to move as the crowd grew and the chanting swiftly got uglier. Dean couldn’t help feeling frustrated. They’d had that one brief afternoon of joy and freedom, one shining moment of openly being who they were in full, and now all of them, all the descendants of Nora Ludlow, were on the run and hiding out. He had no doubt that all the descendants of the other six originals were diving under cover as fast as they could go too. The sheer overpowering insanity of the reaction was eating away at all of them, reducing them to the instinctive flight-or-fight responses of hunted animals. On Friday morning, the crowd began pushing towards the house, throwing rocks and shoving aside the police who’d been sent to maintain order. Peering out between the curtains of an upstairs window which now held only jagged fragments of glass, Dean saw at least a dozen flashing red lights through the clothes of various members of the crowd. He ran back downstairs. “The emissaries are here! Time to move!” As they were gathering their things, a dull explosion blew in the door and the mob swarmed in. Three of the leaders had the red lights seen through their clothes, and those three made a beeline for Dean, Joey, and Deidra. The three of them grasped each other and vanished. But not soon enough. As soon as they landed in Dayna’s apartment and released each other, Joey flopped onto the sofa. “He got me.” Dean’s blood ran chill at those words. “Who, Joey?” “One of the emissaries. He managed to grab my arm just as we were disappearing. Good thing you were holding both of us.” Dean felt his eyes getting wet. “Joey, Can you move… you know, shift yourself?” Joey closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them with a sad smile. “Only by standing up and walking.” “NOOOOO!!!!” Dean flung himself, sobbing, into Joey’s arms, holding him close, kissing him, desperately hoping that maybe it wasn’t too late, that maybe…. “Come on, Joey. We’re in this together, just like we always have been – just like we’ve always loved each other. I’m not giving up! You have to try, Joey. You have to try. Please, Joey, please don’t give in to the haters!” He held Joey closer, harder, hugging him fiercely. Suddenly, Joey laughed. “Dean, don’t crack my ribs – please!” With that, he vanished, and reappeared a split second later. Dean stared for a second – and then got angry. “Joey, that was NOT FUNNY!” Joey hugged Dean, gently, and said, “Dean, I wasn’t joking. That emissary touched me, and I lost the power to shift. And then I felt it flowing back into me.” Deidra looked puzzled. “But didn’t the voice tell us that it couldn’t be reversed?” “That’s what I thought.” “Actually,” Joey said slowly, “I think the voice said that they couldn’t reverse it. But apparently we can.” Dean thought for a moment. “Maybe the emissary didn’t get a big enough or long enough grip to really kill it off, because he only had a split second of contact before we vanished.” But Deidra said, “No, Dean. That’s not what Joey is telling you. Joey’s power was as dead as a doornail until you began hugging and kissing him. Remember what Joey said: ‘I felt it flowing back into me.’ The love between you two is a sight to behold. It’s rare and uncommon, and now I think we’ve seen that it’s also powerful.” While they were puzzling over that, and Dean was busily kissing Joey again, out of sheer relief, Dayna – who was studying her phone – suddenly whistled in surprise, and said, “Hey, everyone, listen to this,” as she cranked up the volume. “…a number of the crowd invaded the house, and then the entire mob fell silent and began to disperse, for no apparent reason. Carlsbad Police and other observers were at an absolute loss to explain this sudden ending of the mob attack on the home.” Dean smiled grimly. We’re not at a loss. We can see now exactly what happened. The mob was inflamed and agitated by the emissaries. There were at least a dozen of them outside the house when I looked outside. Once they’d broken in and missed their chance to catch us, that mob served no further purpose for them. Immediately, Deidra confirmed it. There was a red light in the group that broke into my place. Now other voices, which they didn’t recognize, began flooding in. That’s right. There were plenty of those little red lights in the mob at O’Hare. I saw some of them outside the Riverview Grande. Red lights in the crowd outside Parliament in London. We saw them in Singapore. So this whole international hysteria is being stirred up by the enemy evil intelligence. Then, recognizably, Jaysen’s voice: They can’t stir it up without anything to work on. We all know that the seeds of this kind of hysteria have lain in humanity for centuries, for millennia. It never takes too much to set them going. But this absolute insanity is far beyond anything else in history. And then, suddenly, so suddenly that it caught them all unawares, the room around them vanished and they were standing in a bare, white space, full of light. And the voice addressed them. Now you have understood it all. The experiment is concluded. A few minutes later, out in the wider world, every television, computer, tablet, and mobile phone screen went black while the following message scrolled up from the bottom, three times in all: YOU HAVE SURRENDERED YOUR FREE WILL TO EVIL FOR THE LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FINAL CHANCE TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF HATE. NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH YOUR PETTY HATREDS FOREVER. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED. Epilogue: Ten Years Later Dean and Joey strolled calmly, happily, along the streets of the city in the brilliant sunshine. It never ceased amazing them to look around, seeing all the beautiful buildings, trees, lakes, and gardens, and to realize that none of it was any more than a decade old. When they’d first arrived, there’d been nothing to see. But as their minds got to work on it, along with the ten thousand others, and with the considerable help of the owners of the voice, the city had quickly come into being. Everything was spacious, everything was new and lovely, and it was the most peaceful city they’d ever seen. There was, after all, no need for vehicles. Upon arrival, all of the ten thousand had received all of the shifting powers which they hadn’t previously owned, as well as the full power of mental communication. Now, travelling anywhere was done, quite literally, in the blink of an eye. Peacefulness was a natural condition for other reasons too. Problems, which were rare, were sorted out faster than it takes to tell it, since their shared thought processes and shared experiences gave all of the population of the city a wonderful basis for unanimity of outlook and community of caring. Some of the immigrants’ habits had caused a certain degree of puzzlement. The Tarkhulians had stared in blank astonishment at such activities as Dean, Jaysen, Joey, and Peter grinding out laps in the large swimming pool, really a sizable natural lake with a side area equipped with lane lines. This was not an activity the Tarkhulians had ever undertaken themselves, but some of them quickly found it to their liking. On the other hand, since Tarkhulians reproduced by subdividing, they found the romantic and sexual habits of the newcomers both baffling and amusing. However, they did share the natural bent towards compassion with their new neighbours, so they politely concealed their bafflement and amusement. It would never have stopped any of the six younger members of the group from expressing their feelings for each other in the natural, human way. Dean in particular was humbled by the love of his Joey. When he thought how nearly he’d come to losing Joey, he knew that he would never have been able to leave him behind and would have abandoned this Utopian future to stay on Earth with Joey, if it had come to that. None of the thousands of incomers had ever forgotten that day of decision when they had suddenly found themselves all standing in that bare, white space, filled with light, while the voice explained to them that they had been removed temporarily, for their own safety, from normal space and time – and that the experiment was being concluded because the population of Earth was not ready to abandon its inherent tribalism and factionalism in favour of embracing truly the ideals of community. The voice had gone on to offer them a choice, of your own free will, of course, to either remain on Earth for good or to make the great leap forward into the next stage of being, in which case they would be removed to a new home. Those who chose to stay behind would lose their shifting powers. Tarkhuli is a planet of similar size, orbiting a similar sun, with near-identical gravity and a comparable atmosphere. The inhabitants are similar to you in many ways, and both compassionate and friendly, so you need have no fear of them. They have already advanced to the next stage successfully. We can help you in every way to adapt to this new environment, and to rebuild as much of your lives as you desire in a more welcoming society. You will never have to fear the emissaries again as they have no power to intervene in worlds where the next state of development has already been achieved. We can also assure you that, should you choose to reach this stage, one and all of you will be part of us already, and you will be earmarked to become more fully a part of us when your natural physical lifespan draws to its close. This will also hold true for your children, and for their descendants. There is no falling back from this advancement. Armed with that reassurance, the vast majority of Nora’s descendants, and the descendants of the other six originals, hadn’t hesitated for a second. The ones who stayed behind, predictably, were the few like Jaysen’s father and sisters who had used their abilities in malicious ways to increase their own sense of power. Those who were ready to make the transition could now see, more clearly than ever before, the futility and absurdity of thinking that their pathetic little attempts at manipulation of their fellows constituted any sort of true power at all. Freed from the stresses of life on Earth, not least from its assorted diseases and biting critters, the descendants of the seven originals found that life on Tarkhuli was altogether easier, smoother, more healthful, and more fulfilling. The incomers, freed from the need to earn a living, were able to devote themselves to whatever activities or interests they found most interesting or absorbing. The Seven from San Diego, as they still thought of themselves, had all remained close, a family still, even in their totally changed circumstances. Indeed, they’d planned and created a house in which there was adequate space for all of them to have their own private areas, but also a large common space where they could come together. That big common room saw some noisy celebrations at the birth of Dayna’s and Wade’s twin daughters, Nora and Nina. While all of the seven were enthralled by the new arrivals in the family, Deidra always claimed the lion’s share of cuddling time as their grandmother. The love between Dean and Joey, in all its intensity, continued to amaze their fellow migrants. It was the voice, though, which got in the last word on that subject. Although we are very powerful, we are certainly not all-powerful or all-knowing. When Dean pulled Joey back from the loss of his experimental powers, we became aware of their love as a force that was strong enough to upset all the rules as we then thought them to be. Even with our eons-old communal intelligence, we are constantly reminded of the most essential knowledge of all: that there are always new lessons to be learned.
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  4. Most days. I started because I thought it might make me more fuckable, but now I just do it for me.
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  5. I just got done taking two guys. I have Mondays off so that seems to be when I get the loads I need for the week One latin guy who breeds me monthly, and a new guy I got from Grindr. Both fucked me raw, and both wanted me to swallow. It was great! Both 7.5 cocks thick. New guy had a piercing in his head. Was hot and different. I usually get 20+ loads a month. First time posting in this topic. I'll start recording them here.
    3 points
  6. I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.
    2 points
  7. You... We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?" The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27. You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again. "What is your address? Into anon?" Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. "I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?" No response. Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. "Im headed towards you." I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. "Im on your street." I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin. "Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream. He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. "Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous." I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. "I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw." You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. "I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. "Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. "If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. "Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?" You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? I reply, "Cool. Get ready." I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. "I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it." The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. "You want this?" You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. "Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?" Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. "You are such a faggot. You like this?" I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". "Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?" You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. "You got anyone else lined up?" The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears. You plead. "No, just you. Fuck." Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick" You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. "Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?" You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. "Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control. I am. "Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy." You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. "You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?" Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. "I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you." You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. "He is on his way over. Last chance dude." You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking. "I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut." You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you." Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less. I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. "I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot." I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine. Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard. "Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea" I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. "Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. "Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. "My turn" he says. His turn to own you. Are you ready? You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging. I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. You are ready. I have made you ready. I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you. What a good boy. ----- maybe to be continued
    2 points
  8. It had been a while since I last played so when I woke up feeling horny I did some internal cleansing in the hope that I would get lucky and got on Grindr. It wasn't long before I saw someone that I didn't recognize and browsing through his profile I found an interest. While there wasn't a lot listed, his picture and stats were attractive as well as his tags, which included bondage, kink, roleplay, rough and more notably poz. His status was also listed as poz, undetectable which I found appealing, because while I had often fantasized about poz play, I really didn't want to become poz. I struck up a conversation and found that he was from New York and had recently bought a home here and was in the process of moving. Most of his furniture and items had been delivered several weeks earlier but his final move was then delayed and he had just arrived the night before with the last of his things. With the weather supposed to get nasty in the afternoon, he said that he would like to chat more but needed to get unloaded before it got messy. I made a comment that I would be glad to help if he wanted any and he said he appreciated the offer but didn't want to impose. I told him I would enjoy doing so and it wouldn't impose at all and to my surprise he said that he'd appreciate the help and I soon found myself on my way there. I'm not really sure what I was expecting, particularly since our chat was relatively short and I knew so little about him, but our conversation had seemed warm and even though we didn't get into a lot of detail, I felt a certain degree of attraction toward him. We weren't a far distance from each other and during the short drive I realized that I started out the day looking for someone to hook up with, but instead I was on my way to help someone move. The thought then crossed my mind of the possibility that it could end up being a mix of both but other than cleansing myself earlier, I didn't do anything else such as bring along lube, condoms or such. It was then that I saw him outside with a box in his hands and as he looked up I realized it was too late to think any more so I pulled in and parked. After a quick introduction I found myself busy helping with the unloading and working together we quickly had everything in the house. The previously moved items had been placed somewhat haphazardly with the furniture and moving boxes in various rooms and everything was in a bit of disarray so after moving his remaining items inside, we got busy getting the house together by arranging the furniture and putting the boxes in the rooms they belonged. Once we had things looking good, he offered me something to drink and we had a seat on the couch to take a break. We chatted for a while about mostly vanilla topics and things felt comfortable together with a friendly energy. I commented that the house looked really nice and he said it was a relief to finally be in and that he spent the last few weeks sleeping on a futon in his old place and got in last night and slept last night on the couch and that it would be really nice to be back in a much more cozy bed. I told him that I could sympathize with that and to fix the issue we were soon assembling his bed and setting up his bedroom. We chatted while I helped set things up, mostly about his work and why he moved here and a few other things. I told him more about the area. It had now been a while since we started working and most everything was in its place when we took a step back and looked around. The only thing I could say was "wow". With the king size bed centered against one of the walls with mirrors on the head end and plenty of space on both sides with several mirrors on the walls, tasteful furniture placed around, the large screen tv on the wall at the bottom end of the bed and the room now tastefully decorated, it looked amazing, even more-so when he topped it off by lighting a few candles for the final effect. I told him that I really liked the layout and style and he said to kick off my shoes and kick back so we can enjoy it for a bit and went to grab us a couple drinks. It felt a bit strange laying in his bed but at the same time it felt a combination of comforting as well as a bit erotic. As he came back in the room he closed the door which in combination with the light darkening curtains left the room illuminated solely by the flickering candles, handed me my drink, laid back beside me and told me how much he appreciated my help with everything, raising his glass as a toast to our new friendship. The first sip of my drink told me that it contained some liquor and was not just a simple Coca-Cola and though it was a bit strong, it felt good too, particularly after our work. We finished our drinks somewhat swiftly and he went to grab a couple more, this time returning with larger and notably stronger drinks. In combination with the drinks, our conversation began to loosen up which in turn seemed to loosen us up on a more personal level with several special looks and a few playful touches. With the energies seeming to rise simultaneously he asked if I'd like to watch something and I gladly said "sure, your choice". He picked up the remote and moments later the big screen came to life with an eye-catching video with quite erotic, raw and explicit play between guys of which I became immediately absorbed. "Pretty hot, isn't it?" he asked almost rhetorically, "it's one of my favorites", to which I replied "it's perfect", as I settled back into the pillows beneath my head and engrossed in the scene that was playing. He laid back beside me and said somewhat bluntly "I haven't had sex like that in months". I didn't know how to reply without sounding patronizing but I just replied honestly that it had been even longer for me and with that, he gave a solid look into my eyes, leaned forward and gave me a solid kiss deep into my lips. I was caught somewhat by surprise by his act but I allowed it to happen and joined right in. Kissing hadn't been huge in my list of turn-on's but for some reason this felt different and while much of my previous experience was centered more on my partner and I simply getting off, this felt much more connected, intimate and sincere and I began to return his kiss in a very loving manner. Pulling back from our kiss, he said "thank you, I really needed this", to which I replied "I did too, so much", and I gave him another kiss before we returned to watch the screen, my palm resting on his thigh. I am not sure whether it was by design or just fate in the two of us being together but the moment really felt right and I let my palm slowly slide over and come to rest on his clearly bulging cock. In combination with the scene playing on the screen, I needed something more to happen and with that I leaned over, began opening his pants and brought his cock into play, first touching and fondling, then taking him into my mouth with the hope that I wasn't being too forward. After a while he said "you better be careful baby or you're going to make me shoot", to which I replied, "I might like that, can you cum more than once?", before returning my lips to his cock though at a much more tender and measured pace while looking up into his eyes, not wanting to bring it to a premature end. "Actually I can baby. I can usually go a long time before cumming but it's been quite a while since I've had any play and I'm right on the edge. When the play is hot though, I can cum, stay hard and cum more, particularly depending on the scene and atmosphere." he replied. "I'd love to experience that and more" I said, to which his reply was "take off your clothes", as he began removing his. We resumed our groping and oral play and things began to get more heated with the increasing sexual energy between us, helped in part by the intensity of what was playing on the screen. I had my eyes closed when felt him turn to the side then come back and it was then that I could smell the distinct scent of poppers and looked up to see the bottle alongside his nose. Noticing my glance, he offered the brottle which I accepted and inhaled several times before returning it to him. The poppers combined with the atmosphere and quite possibly whatever had been in my drink had me feeling a high degree of euphoria, causing me to lean down to take his engorged cock even deeper into my throat, multiple times in and out before rising up, leaving his hard wet erection dripping in my spit, then as if on auto-pilot and looking deep into his eyes, I moved over top of him with a leg on each side of his body and moved downward until I came to rest with his hard cock resting between my warm cheeks. The sounds from the video were filling the room and I was able to see the scene playing on the screen thru the reflection in the mirror and with the addition of his hot body touching mine, I was horny beyond belief. My arousal was very much reaching a peak and the comfort I felt along with his undetectable status made me want him to fuck me and I was wanting it to happen bare. My body began to gyrate on top of him and as I did, I felt his hard and electrified cock became centered the quite wanton hole of my ass and when it did I almost instinctively squatted down, looking deep into his eyes and wanting to absorb the moment completely and to see his reaction too. His reaction wasn't what I expected and his hands quickly came to grasp each side of my hips and telling me "stop, not yet" but before the words were completely out of his mouth, I had already sank down and his cock was now impaled in my ass. Having a cock inside my hole was something that I had been needing for a long time, but maybe something I wasn't completely ready for because with the size of his cock, the tightness of my ass, and with only spit for lube, I also found it a good bit painful. I could tell that he had continued talking while this was happening but with my focus on the burning in my ass and the loudness of the video that was playing, I wasn't sure what it was. While I paused to let my body adjust to what was inside me and not knowing what he had just said, I began to wonder and instinctively sought a reassurance that everything was okay and asked. "Are you undetectable?" "I was", he answered, "but I can't say for sure right now. Are you on PrEP?" My eyes opened in a somewhat blank stare toward the mirror in front of me as I tried to contemplate what the words he just said and with the realization that his raw cock was buried inside me, I answered a simple "no" and remained almost frozen. "I've been on meds and undetectable but with the move things have been messed up and I've been separated from my prescription so I haven't been on them for a while so I can't say for sure whether I am or not and I could be either." He said. "As soon as I'm back together with my meds, I will be taking them again, but right now I can't really say that I'm undetectable". I suddenly wasn't sure about anything right then and was a bit scared but we started to talk further in a sincere and realistic manner With his hands on my waist, mine on his chest and his cock still fully inside my ass, we were locked together both physically and in concerted conversation and thought. Neither one of us wanted things to stop but he had been off his meds long enough that his status could easily be either way, and while it wouldn't have an effect on him, I genuinely didn't want to become poz. Neither of us had any condoms and leaving the house to get some would have destroyed the mood, but at the same time, the atmosphere was so totally hot that it was difficult to see it actually end. I think he could tell that I really didn't want to stop, particularly since I hadn't pulled away from his cock, but at the same time I was quite worried which he could likely tell, particularly since I told him that I was negative and not on PrEP or anything. He then said that he had pretty good cum-control and could fuck a lot and other play without shooting his load, and that his pre-cum lately has been quite limited so we might be able to play for a while and then stop, but that it was up to me. He also said that if I was concerned that I could always take some PEP afterward which can keep me safe. He likely sensed that his words were touching somewhere inside me because I gave a soft moan and my body relaxed on top of his with my eyes softly coming to a close. I then opened up to him that I have often had fantasies about having sex with somone that was poz and that it often brings me the most intense orgasms, but... I stopped speaking at 'but' and my hands began tenderly but nervously moving upon his chest, my mind filled with a feeling of freedom in opening up about the fantasy, and a mixed level of excitement and arousal that I was with someone that was possibly poz. A chill in the reality of what was already happening and admittedly a fear about what might come came into focus, which I think he noticed.. "Go on" he encouraged, his hands now moving in a comforting manner on all sides of my body. In a way I felt accepted and that I was with someone that didn't hold any judgement and that I could be safe to confide in. After a small hesitation I continued on, telling him more of my poz fantasizes which led into where my many other fantasies had gone, going into greater and more graphic detail about different scenes such as consensual non-consensual play and how hot it feels to have someone take control and how I would love being violated sexually and otherwise, being forced, and in the process I also told him that I've had fantasies of going all the way, with someone that was poz, but that I was afraid too. At this point his left hand rose and came to rest on my lips with his right palm stopped moving over my now hard beating heart. "I have to tell you that listening to you is making me hot baby, intensely hot" he said as he gave a couple probing moves of his loins into mine to emphasize the point, then continued "It really makes you really hot, doesn't it?" to which I closed my eyes and gave an affirming nod of my head. "We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do" he continue "and I will respect your limits & boundaries, but I would love and be honored to take you to the places you want to go and that includes all of your fantasies - and have no doubt that I am fully capable of making it happen. I've had many fantasies too, many similar to yours and I would love to go there together. We can stop if you want to, or we can fuck if you want and I can fuck and pull out before I cum - if you want me to" he said. I leaned forward & down until we came to rest chest to chest as I contemplated his words and in the arms of his warm embrace, his cock slid partially out of my ass. I gave a small gasp as the dryness of his cock caused some discomfort which he noticed and quickly countered with a turn of his head and another kiss on my lips. It must have been the distraction of the kiss that cause me to miss the move but somehow he now had a handful of Vaseline and was working it around his cock and into my ass. I moaned into our kiss and my ass to begin moving slowly somewhat hesitantly back and forth almost automatically on his cock and in the process his fingers began working more and more Vaseline into our play. Noticing that I wasn't making a move to stop anything, he pulled back a bit and continued some conversation "Does rough play really make you hot?" I answered "yes". "It makes me really hot too." he continued, then as if to keep my attention more "Do you want it to happen, I mean to really happen?" The way he said the words was almost scary but at the same time the thought was admittedly hot too. Again I answered "yes". "Now?" he asked. I hesitated while looking at him, knowing what he was asking and that he was serious but at the same time not really knowing, particularly how far he might actually go - a mixture of fear and arousal now throughout my body. Seeing that I was on the fence, he took my nipple between his finger and thumb and started to squeeze, softly at first, then progressively harder while watching my expression as I began to melt into his advances. Pain has always had an effect on me and in many ways it has been very much like an aphrodisiac when it happens in play. The pain in my nipple was now reaching a point that my focus was nowhere else but completely with him. Since I only grimaced and didn't make an effort to get away, I think he knew that he had me where he wanted me and with a final and firm squeeze, he once again asked me... "Now", this time sounding more like he was giving a statement and not a question and I immediately and quite loudly responded... "Yes, YES!" In a very quick move, I was tossed to the bed at his side with my face buried in a pillow and my ass bare and facing up. A moment later he was on top of me and without saying a word, he buried his cock fully inside my ass. Our play had allowed my ass to stretch some and the Vaseline made everything quite slippery, but it only moderately eased his sudden entry and my ass was alight with some fire. I gasp and audibly gave a muffled yelp into the pillow below and sensing that it may be too much, he stopped with his cock impaled inside my ass and asked if I wanted to stop. I didn't give an immediate answer, mostly because I was in a bit of a shock at everything that was happening and admittedly being in a somewhat confused state about everything, quite possibly enhanced from whatever was in the drink. Not letting the moment come to a complete stop, he continued the lead with his cock pulling back and then moving forward, slowly at first, then a bit faster, time and time again, becoming more forceful and continually stronger with each plunge. The physical sensation was overwhelming with the atmosphere of being where I had truly been wanting to go and only fantasized about before, and yet hurtful enough that the pain in my ass was becoming very real. As I struggled with my mix of feelings, the tight grasp of his arms enveloping my torso, likely growing stronger due to the endorphins that were permeating throughout his body, made me aware that in the strength aspect, he had the definite advantage and I almost felt weak beneath him.. My body gradually began to move beneath him more and more, though due to a combination of trying to find relief from the growing pain inside my ass, and in the wonder if I would even be able to actually become free if I wanted to. I guess that I realized that I could probably say something if I wanted to, but the sensations that I was feeling had me twisted in so many different directions, wanting it to happen but finding it so very difficult too, physically and emotionally - I was in another dimension. My mind began coming back to focus though and the realization that the cock inside me was in no way assuredly safe came directly to the forefront, along with the fear and reality of what was going on. As I began to rise to say something though, I felt his body sink firmly onto mine, his cock fully impaled and then as his body gave spasm after deep spasm I realized that his semen was pumping into my body from his, him holding me tighter and moaning and gasping into my ear with each plunge he gave - it was happening. I don't know if the tear from my eye was from the intense fear that I was feeling, or if it was from the elation of actually experiencing something that I had fantasized of for so long but it was quickly joined by another tear and many more. Sensing something was happening, he began holding me warmly, sharing comforting words and making me feel very much loved - which was in turn causing me to feel a level of love too. It was then that I noticed the clock and how quickly time had passed. My family would soon be home and I needed to be back there before they arrived because there was no way I could have an excuse for not being home. I really didn't want to leave so quickly but he very much understood and as I parted, we were both sure that we wanted to be together again, and that we would be. The afternoon sun was bright in my eyes during the drive home but the feeling of the moistness within my loins of his cum remaining within me was the focus of my attention. I then started making it a point that I needed to get somewhere in the morning to begin the PEP after-fuck treatment to keep from becoming poz, when another brightness came before my eyes. It was Thursday and my family was going to be home for the extended weekend, not giving me the option of being able to get out without them knowing something was up. As I pulled in the driveway I didn't know what I was going to do, then looking at the time it had become, I began to realize what I was going to do - nothing. The risk of what may have just happened was high but knowing what would happen at home if my family would find out what I had just done was certain and it placed me in an impossible position. PEP wasn't going to be an option and whatever was going to come was going to be a matter of fate and I didn't know what it was going to be. I was afraid. Deep inside though I was also aroused, deeply aroused.
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  9. How i became a PNP slut.pdfHow i became a PNP slut.pdf
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  10. Hello Communtiy, English is not first language, so please bare with me if there a any mistakes. The Story is complete fiction. Enjoy it! Sissy Paula and Tom Chapter 1 My Name is Paula and i am 30 year old sissy. In about 1 hour i will hae sex with a guy who i met online. Thats actually nothing special anymore for me. I had several Hook-ups over the last months. But today is different. Tom is poz and he is going to poz me tonight. To be honest, this isnt my first attempt. But i always chickend out and blocked the guys, when it gets serious. But Tom hits me different from the first message on. We chatted 2 or 3 days, when he wanted to meet me. His texting got me so hot, that i agreed to meet him. Tom demanded that i have to sent him my Adress and a naughty video of me to proof that i am really interested within one day or he would block me. Then he logged off. My mind was racing and i was horny as hell. I thought about it, but within 1 hour i sent him my adress and a little video. The next morning i got an answer from Tom. Saturday 10pm. Chapter 2 Today is day. I woke up horny, excited and nervous. After my breakfast i changed into Paula. I wear a blonde wig, a black latex dress, fishnet-stockings and red pumps. My make-up was on point and i fealt very feminine and happy. The day went by in a bliss. Around 8 o'clock i got a message from Tom. It was a picture of my condo and a message. Driving home, changing, then i am going to poz your sissy ass. I shivered as i read it and decided to sent him also a picture.. I sneaked outside on the other site of the street and took a Selfie, so my condo was visible in the background and texted him back. Hey Tom, please hurry up, my sissy ass needs your poz cock. I went inside and waited in anticipation. About 10 o'clock, i heared a car parking. My heart is beating and i thought to myself: Paula, now it is time. No way out, even i if want to. I crossed way to many barriers. And truly i want this to happen tonight. The Bell is ringing. Chapter 3 I buzzed Tom in and heard him on the stairs. I awaited him at the door in a way-to-short minidress and way-to-high FuckMe Pumps. He smiled when he sees me and i my back. I smiled back. „Good evening Tom, you like what you see?“ „Oh my, what a hot looking slut you are, Paula.“ He walked straight in and as soon as the doors closed he groped my ass und kissed me. I never kissed a man to that moment, but his dominant attitude made my legs weak und I enjoyed his kiss. Still in the hallway he pushed me to my knees. „Suck my cock, you little slut!“ Skillfully and greedy i opened his fly and took his cock out and started sucking. He was very horny and it didnt take to long until his cock was rockhard. „Oh yeah, that is so good. Suck my cock and get it hard and wet, so that i can poz your sissy ass. You like that?“ My mouth was full of his cock, so looked him in the eyes, smiled and nodded with my head. Tom had devlish grin on his face. „Stand up my little slut and show me your bedroom.“ I got up and led Tom by his cock in my bedroom. „Kneel on the bed. Ass facing me.“ On the bed he lifted the skirt of my dress. He smacked my ass and balls. „You are so hot, Paula.“ I wiggled my ass in anticipation. With one Grip he ripped my G-String. When he started to lick my asshole i had to moan. He used 3 fingers to prepare and loosen my asshole for him. He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear. „Soon i am going to pump your sissy ass with my toxic cum. You want that?“ I could just moan. „Answer me, slut!“ „Yes“,i panted. „Say it, my little Slut.What do you want? „I want to feel your cock.“ He smacked my ass hard. WHAT DO YOU WANT? „I Want *gasp to feel *gasp your *gasp big *gasp poz cock *gasp in my *gasp neg sissy ass. *gasp“ „Please make my your poz sissy slut.“ „There you go slut. Thats whats going to happen now. Turn around, lay on your back.“ I positioned my self on the edge of the bed. He handed me a bottle of poppers. While i inhaled deeply on the poppers, Tom took off his shirt and i could now see Biohazard-Tattoo on his chest. I took more poppers and watched Tom lubing up his cock. He lifted my legs up to my chest and layed himself on me. I felt his cock probing at my asshole. He started to move and with each trust his poz cock went deeper into my slutty hole. In no time he filled me completly with his cock. I felt no shame, no fear. Just relief and excitement. His Thrust became stronger und he started to fuck me really rough. And with each of his thrust, i moaned heavier like a sissyslut. „Oh fuck. Yes. Please Fuck me. Make me your poz sissyslut. Breed me.“ „Oh Yeah you fucking slut. Now you get what you deserve. I am cumming“ He picked up his pace until he shoot his poz cum deep in my ass. I was breathing heavy and was in my own dizzy world. I still didnt cum and felt hornier then ever knowing i was probably pozzed seconds ago. So i didnt realized that Tom left before i heard the Frontdoor. It was 22.30. My first reaction were tears. I felt used. I layed on my bed for minutes and felt that my ass was leaking the poz cum I touched my ass and licked the cum from my fingers After i overcame the shock the tears gave way to a big grin on my face. I felt free and i want more.
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  11. Chapter 1: Finally It all started a couple of years ago when I was 16. My parents started fighting all the time. Up until then it seemed like they had the perfect marriage. But unfortunately my mom caught my dad cheating. I'm not sure with whom but I was definitely disappointed. My dad had completely changed. Now mind you we didn't have a perfect relationship but it wasn't bad either. But now he was distant even with me and I couldn't figure out why. The fighting got so bad that after school I would go to the park and do my homework and just relax to get away from all the yelling. At night when I got home I would go to my room and put my headphones on and just listen to music. The next two years were miserable. My mom became an alcoholic and my dad did whatever he wanted to do and basically just flat out ignored me. I had some money in my savings account and decided when I graduated I was getting out of there as fast as possible. I started searching for a room to rent when I spotted a listing that caught my eye. $200 a month in a 2 story house over looking a lake. I called the number and Frank answered right away. I told him I was interested in the room and we agreed upon a time for me to stop by and check it out. Thankfully I didn't have to wait but a couple of days to meet him and check out the property. It was a 45 minute drive out to the house which flew by because I was enjoying the peace and quiet. As I drove up I was in shock. The house was gorgeous. 2 story brick with a wrap around porch. Huge yard in front with a descent size lake in the back. As I stopped the car Frank came outside to meet me. Up until now I really didn't think about my sexuality because the only thing on my mind was getting away from my parents. Frank looked to be over 6 feet tall and although he wasn't fit per say he definitely wasn't fat either. Me on the other hand I'm maybe 5'5" and weigh about 130 pounds. I thought he was a good looking guy but at this point he didn't turn me on. I just realized Frank was definitely a man's man. We chatted a little outside and walked the property. I did notice that there were no other houses in sight and it didn't bother me at all. As we talked Frank found out why I was looking to get away and he completely understood. After about 20 minutes outside we made our way inside and I just absolutely fell in love with the inside. There were beautiful rugs on the floor and some wonderful paintings throughout the house. The living room had a huge sofa in front of a 75 inch television. Upstairs were 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. This place was perfect. I was stunned at how beautiful the whole place was. Frank asked me if I was interested in moving in and I didn't hesitate. Frank said "Wonderful. But you need to know two things about me first. Once you hear them you might change your mind. Number one I'm gay and number 2 I like to walk around nude." Honestly I didn't care about either one. It was his house after all. I looked at him and said "That's not a problem. May I still move in and would you like me to walk around nude as well?" Frank's eyes lit up and said "Yes you may move in and absolutely I'd love to see you nude." After a handshake we went outside and got my bags from my car. Frank helped me get the bags into the room. Frank said "I'll meet you downstairs when you're finished putting your things away and if you don't mind will you come downstairs nude." I said" I don't mind at all. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right down." I put my stuff away fairly quickly because I didn't have much. I got undressed and made my way downstairs. Frank was in the kitchen fixing us something to drink. He had the refrigerator open so I couldn't see anything as I walked up. Once I got to him I spotted his cock. His cock dwarfed mine. He had to be 5 inches soft and thick. Very little hair around his cock and balls. I felt myself getting dry mouthed and was unaware that staring at his cock was causing me to get hard as well. I was mesmerized. It was absolutely beautiful. Frank set the drinks down on the counter. Without thinking I asked Frank if I could touch his cock. Without knowing it my whole life was about to change.
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  12. I should mention that I love comments. People discussing their favorite parts, etc. Stuff like that really gets me going.
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  14. Ran into my friends ex bf while at the sex shop buying lube. Asked him how he’s been dating anyone new? Said not dating he’s been in his hoe ways browsing the streets for now just raw fucking as much as possible before trying the relationship thing again. To me that sounded like and invitation so we went to the back of the shop and I let him fuck a hot load in me with his 8 inch thick PR dick. Hot dude got nice abs tan skin fucks hard as hell. Ended up going over to his place to fuck again. He said his roommate is out of town but he’s be down to fuck me too so told him hit me up when he’s back.
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  15. I FUCKING LOVE Drew. So wish I could get fucked by him. He's my favorite fantasy. Love watching and hearing him cum. Just wish I could FEEL him cumming in me.
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  16. What a great friggin story!! Once in a while I stumble upon these amazing pieces of literature that truly capture my attention and really gets my imagination going, this is one of them! I'm blown away by the talent the creativity, and the willingness to share it with people freely... such selflessness and generosity that I felt I needed to commend and say, "THANK YOU, I SINCERELY MEAN IT AND THOUGH I FEEL THE SAME FOR MOST EVERYONE WHO HAS SHARED THEIR STORIES, I FEEL ESPECIALLY GRATFUL I AM PRIVIED TO YOURS AND THOSE FEW OTHERS WHO ARE ON ANOTHER LEVEL!" I'll end with this interesting discovery with regard to my behavior (or maybe lack of lol) while reading the stories that fall into the category of which, in my eyes, warranted the writing of this post. I noticed that I rarely, if at all, stroke a long with these specific stories (unless of course the heated parts are so crazy like other stories here where it's the main body of the entire thing), I think it's because I'm pulled into something much bigger, like it's the wHOLE story that tells so much more (dare I say, like a novel). And I think that says something! CLEARLY, as it seems to have caused me to randomly take action and ramble in this post about this story which was the tipping point of reading enough of these pieces of literature to just keeeeeeeeep typing lol. ok enough.... I may also be kinda high as well at the moment HAHA Like what it did there with "wHOLE"? Being an insatiable hungry bottom I just couldn't help myself LOL -- Peace Out Girl Scout -- BoYGaSM
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  17. I spent a fair amount of time this weekend and this morning drafting an 8 page (!) explanation of how to protect kids from accidentally seeing porn without infringing on people's free speech rights or their right to privacy. I then emailed it and sent it registered mail to Senator Schumer's legislative director. If anyone can get a good child protection law through Congress it's Schumer. The question is whether their eyes will glaze over when the read the details - so I had an older, (well-known) straight fetish producer who's a bit of a Luddite read it to make sure it was understandable. He liked it, but it wasn't the first time he heard me explain the concept. If I don't hear from Schumer's office in 2 weeks I'll send it to a Congressperson who's from Silicon Valley who has staff who are technical enough to understand it, and Big Tech connections connections who can validate that it can work technically. And if I haven't heard back from someone two weeks after that I'll alternate Senators & Congresspeople with technical expertise every two weeks until I hear from someone. Hell, I'll even hit up Mitt Romney if I run out of Democrats since I could see him supporting my approach. (Mormons tend to be fairly level-headed and practical on stuff like this). "Be the change you want to see in the world" - right? It is getting some press coverage, but not a lot. California also passed a law last year. The big social media companies pretty quickly filed a lawsuit to challenge it on First Amendment grounds. The thing is the Republicans wrote their laws so the government wasn't involved. Like many of the recent anti-abortion and anti-trans laws they get private citizens to file the lawsuits. So there's no way to file a lawsuit to challenge the lawsuit - we have to wait until someone is sued. I think a lot of porn companies are either unaware of the new laws (they went into effect quickly) or they assume someone will file a lawsuit challenging the laws (which is impossible), so they don't think they're a threat. Some paysite owners are making the tours PG-13 and then choosing a commercial service for age verification when someone from a restricted state goes to buy a membership. While the cost of those commercial services is cost-prohibitive for sites like this one, it's not in the context of someone buying a membership. So you're OK with this site shutting down if enough states enact similar laws? I'm thinking of banning you just so you can experience what that would be like.
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  18. “How’s it going?” Nick called up the drive. Luke looked up startled from the journal. He grinned. “There are just so many people here, truly I don’t know what to do!” Nick laughed. The sun had started to go down, and long shadows scraped across the driveway. “You ready to shut this thing down?” “You have no idea.” Luke dropped the journal back into his bag and stood up. His shorts were straining to contain his erection. Nick laughed again. “Good thing no actual customers came by. You’d have scared them off with that thing.” “Who says no one came by?” Nick closed the distance between them and grabbed Luke ass. “You got a hole full of cum for me to enjoy?” “Sadly no. But I did swallow a nice big load from this jock down the street.” Nick shook his head slightly incredulously. “Technically he wasn’t a customer, I found him on Grindr and then blew him behind the garage.” “Slut.” “Thank you.” They both smiled. The sexual tension defused for a moment in their comfortable jocularity. “Let’s get this lot in the garage. I’m ready to go. I’m starving.” Between the two of them they hauled the tables scattered with unwanted garage sale wares back into the garage. They turned off the lights, and pulled down the door. Nick stood for a long moment looking at the garage and the house. With the garage sale done the house was one step closer to being sold. It had never occurred to him that he would feel anything when the time came. He’d been so separate from the family for so long that when he’d come here for the summer it had just felt like a business trip, something that had to be done. Now, however, seeing the house with all the lights off, cold and empty, he felt the weight of all the years he’d missed slowly settling on him. He didn’t really notice as Luke slipped his hand inside his and intertwined their fingers. The younger man didn’t say anything as he watched Nick take it in. He just stood there, his body pressed close to Nick’s, and waited. Very slowly Nick took in a long breath, feeling the air come in little fits, as he pushed the tears back down inside himself. His life was different now. When he’d last left this house he had been leaving his biological family behind, frightened that he would never make a new one. Now, he had a family; he had Brett and all their friends, he had his brother back, and he had Luke whatever it was that they had become. “You alright?” Luke said quietly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just… It sucks. I lost so much time with them. The world is so different now. People are so different. I never imagined that your dad would be so fine with me being gay, would welcome me back. I certainly couldn’t have seen him being excited to hear about my life, and Brett. I wish I’d gotten some of that with my dad. You’re just… you’re really lucky. The world is a little bit better place now. I know you’re bummed you missed the sexual freedom, but there was so much hate back then. Hate that we put on ourselves. Fear of being found out… even once you were out. I don’t know. I guess I pushed away all those thoughts about what I had lost in giving up this family for a long time, and now, looking at the house totally empty… I feel it.” Luke gave Nick’s hand a little squeeze. “It doesn’t have to be that now though. You can’t get back that time, but now you have the opportunity for new memories.” “I know.” “So, there’s some silver lining I guess.” “Yes, there is,” Nick took a deep steadying breath, “And I got your sweet hole out of it too.” Luke laughed, “I’m just a hole to you I knew it.” “Oh, shut up.” Nick gave Luke a playful shove and then pulled him into a tight hug. “Come on. Lets go get some dinner and have a beer.” “I need to shower first, I feel so sweaty.” “But you smell fucking amazing.” “Well then why don’t we go have a little fun, and then go have dinner.” “Sounds like a plan.” Three hours later they were back in the hotel room having fucked quickly when they got back and then gone out for dinner with Nick’s load simmering in Luke’s well fucked hole. Luke was laying sprawled on the bed in only a jock. He’d finally had a shower and his hair fell in wet strands on his forehead, his chest hair still slightly matted down with moisture. He had one leg propped up and was scrolling on his phone. Nick was bare chested, wearing a pair of running shorts so short that when he shifted the head of his cock peaked out from the leg. He sat at the small table in the room bent over a new note book writing in the same clear hand he’d filled the journal with all those years ago. His thoughts came quickly, with less narrative than they had in that first journal. He wrote about his dad, and the pain of leaving his family. He wrote about the joy of building his own family, his love for Brett. He wrote about the confusion of sleeping with his nephew, and the lust that had overtaken then. Slowly his thoughts turned to the future wondering what would happen with him and Luke. Would there still be something when the spell of the summer was broken? When he was back in San Francisco with Brett and Luke was back at school what would that mean for them? Would this become a thing that happened at thanksgiving? Was there more? Was his nephew a new important part of his life? How would Brett feel about him. The words tumbled onto the page with an easy he had not felt in a long time. Maybe Luke was right, and he should turn all of this into a book. God, what a shocking book that would be. The decades long story of one man’s whoring that culminates in fucking his own brother’s kid. Maybe that part was too much. They were both lost in their own activates when there was a knock on the door. Nick looked at Luke who just shrugged and shook his head. They paused for a moment. Luke grabbed his shorts from the floor and shimmied them on, and Nick grabbed a shirt. Nick walked over to the door, and peered through the peep hole. He wasn’t sure who he was expecting on the other side but it certainly wasn’t who he saw. His heart rate went from a panicked pounding as he imagined Nick’s father waiting in the hall, to a joyful patter at the sight of the grinning face of his husband. Nick flung the door open and kissed Brett hard on the mouth without saying a word. Luke stood frozen, he’d moved just out of sight of the door in case he needed to duck for cover in the bathroom if the visitor had been someone who shouldn’t see him here. He held his breath, until he heard the happy little sound Nick made followed by what he thought was kissing. He peered around the corner. Nick had his arms wrapped around a tall hulking man with short cropped blonde and gray hair, their mouths pressed tight together. After a moment they broke apart and Luke’s heart skipped a beat. It was Brett. He’d seen enough photos to recognize him instantly. If it was possible he was hotter in person. Luke’s cock throbbed in his jock and his hole twitched. “Luke come here,” Nick said, ushering Brett into the room and closing the door behind him, “This is Brett.” Luke walked over to Brett, his heart pounding, and held out his hand. Brett laughed, and grabbed Luke pulling him into a big warm hug. Luke melted into Brett’s big arms, feeling the weight of their muscle press into him. They hugged for a few moments longer than would have been normal for meeting your Uncle’s partner, and then stepped back. Brett held Luke loosely still, not quite letting the boy go. Finally, they broke apart. Luke was bright red, and completely hard. Brett had a big smile on his face, and a growing bulge of his own pressing forward. “What the hell are you doing here?” Nick asked. “Well I knew it would be hard finally selling your dad’s place, and…” a long pause, and a mischievous glance at Luke, “after all the videos you sent of you breeding this boy I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” “I love you,” Nick said kissing Brett again. “I love you too.” They hugged tightly. Luke felt something like envy without the negativity. His heart swelled seeing their love, it was palpable in how they touched, even in how they looked at each other. He wanted to feel that. Lust was good; but that love, that real life long connection that had grown through years of triumphs and pains was perfect. He just stood smiling as his uncles embraced, and then kissed again. A big hand stretched out to Luke, and Brett pulled him into their arms. The two older men held him tightly. He felt their warm bodies against his. Then hands started to drift. Brett’s hand slid slowly from Luke’s back to his pert ass. He grabbed at the meat here. Luke let out a little groan and turned his face to Nick, silently asking permission. He gave Luke a little nod, and then watched as Luke grabbed the back of Brett’s head and pulled him into a hungry kiss. Nick stepped away, letting the two of them have their moment. He loved watching Brett fuck other guys, especially ones like Luke. Brett’s big hands moved all over Luke’s naked torso, but always returned to his round cheeks. After a few moments of making out he slid one hand easily under the waistband of the shorts. Nick watched Brett’s fingers slide down Luke’s crack and find his hole. The boy gave a whimper and leaned more into Brett’s big chest. “Your hole feels slick Luke. Did you already get bred today?” “Yes,” Luke sounded breathless, Nick guessed Brett was pressing one of his thick fingers into Luke’s hole. “Did my husband fill you up good?” “Yes!” “Do you like taking your uncle’s cock?” “God yes!” “Do you like taking his loads?” “More than anything!” “Do you want to take mine.” “Yes… please fuck me.” “All in due time.” Brett pulled away from Luke, taking his hand out of Luke’s shorts. He stepped back and pulled his shirt off over his head. Luke stared hungrily at Brett’s broad chest, his thick blonde and gray hair that swirled over his pecs and stomach. Brett kicked his shoes off and tossed his socks aside. Luke stood still as a statue as Brett undid his belt and the dropped his jeans too. The Adonis that monopolized his erotic memory for weeks now was here in front of him. Luke’s dream of experiencing what Nick had experienced that night during the blackout was about to come true. The cock that had started Nick’s sexual awakening was now hidden only by the thin fabric of a jockstraps. It strained and pressed against the fabric, the thickness of its head already apparent. Nick stepped up behind Luke. He rested one hand in the small of Luke’s back, and leaned into his ear. “Get on your knees boy. Show Brett what you can do.” Nick had never talked to Luke like that. They were horny and piggy but there was a dominant edge to his voice. It made Luke feel even more horny. It touched some other part of his erotic imagination. What else could these two men awaken in him Luke wondered. Before falling to his knees Luke dropped the basketball shorts he’s pulled on when Brett knocked. Now only in the old jock he wore most days now, he got on his knees in front of Brett and slid his hands up Brett’s thick hairy legs. Brett put one hand on the back of Luke’s head, holding him in place, and with the other pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. Brett’s cock was exactly as Luke had described in the journal; big and thick, with a long vein running along the top. His balls hung low below the shaft, and a forest of dense pubes surrounded the base. The head glistened with precum. “Open your mouth,” Brett said. Luke obeyed and tilted his head back, looking up at Brett. Without warning Brett spat into Luke’s mouth. Luke blinked, a little surprised, swallowed, and then opened his mouth for more. Brett slapped his cock head on Luke’s tongue, a thin line of spit clung to the tip as he pulled away. Then he pressed forward, pushing his head into Luke’s mouth. Luke almost immediately closed his lips around the invading member. His tongue ran over the head, he tasted precum and something else. It took him a moment to place it. “You taste the twink I bread at the airport don’t you?” “You bread a twink at the airport?” Nick said in a teasing voice, “Typical.” “Like you haven’t been here seeding this boy’s hole every day for weeks?” “Touché.” The whole time they had been bantering Luke had been hungrily slurping on Brett’s cock head, trying to draw more of the thick shaft into his mouth. “Plus, I think he likes tasting that twink’s ass on my cock. Don’t you Luke.” Luke nodded, not letting Brett’s dick out of his mouth. “Do you like knowing you’re not the first boy I’ve used today?” More nodding. “Good boy.” Brett dominance was turning Luke and Nick on. Nick stripped naked, and started to stroke his own cock. There were some boy’s that just brought this out in Brett and it always turned Nick on to see it. Brett put his hands on either side of Luke’s head and held him still. Slowly he rocked his hips forward pushing his cock further and further into Luke’s mouth. Luke squirmed as his nose was shoved into Brett pubes, and he chocked a little. When Brett pulled out, Luke was red and spluttering, but a big wet spot was forming in the pouch of his jock. Brett did it again, this time Luke was more prepared and deep throated Brett for a moment before gasping again. Over and over Brett worked his cock to the root in Luke’s throat, till Luke’s chin was covered in thick trails of spit and tears streamed from his eyes. Luke had only been used like this once before by a daddy at college. He hadn’t loved it then, but now with Brett he was loving every second of it. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” Brett instructed, releasing Luke’s head. Luke jumped onto the bed. “Turn around, show me that ass.” Luke spun, and shook his furry cheeks at Brett. Brett gave a nod to Nick who got on the bed in front of Luke, his cock sticking straight forwards. “Get Nick’s cock down your throat boy, show him how much you’ve appreciated all the loads he’s given you.” Fuck, Luke thought, he’d never liked taking orders from someone before, but with Brett it was such a turn on. There was something about Brett’s confidence that just made him want to do what he said. Luke opened his mouth and greedily gobbled down Luke’s cock. It slid easily down his throat, at this point his body was used to Nick’s member and accommodated its length and girth with ease. He gasped when he felt a wet tongue slip across his hole, and jumped forward a little pushing Nick deeper down his throat. Brett pushed his tongue deeper between Luke’s cheeks. He swirled the hair that grew around the boy’s hole, getting his whole crack slick with spit. It didn’t take much pressure to open Luke’s pucker. One little push and Brett’s tongue was welcomed into the warm depths. He tasted the unmistakable salty tang of cum. Nick must have given him a big load, some of the delicious liquid was still present just inside Luke’s ring. Luke was quickly devolving into a whimpering mess. Nick was slowly fucking his face, and Brett’s tongue was ravishing his hole. He felt his arms start to shake, the pleasure these two men were giving him was almost too great. He felt overwhelmed and hot. Sweat was springing up on his back, and he felt a bead run from his pit down his arm. Brett lapped a big wad of cum out of Luke ass, and holding it in his mouth lent over the boy’s back to kiss his husband. Nick swallowed his own load down and forced his dick deeper into Luke’s mouth. Luke for his part was trapped between the two older men. His mouth was stuffed so full of Nick’s cock he could only breath through his nose, and Brett had his body pressed forward against Nick so there was nowhere for him to go. He felt the absolutely unmistakable pressure of a dick head being pressed into his pucker. Luke tilted his hip up, willing his hole to open up. Brett pushed forward, the big blunt head of his cock, still shining with Luke’s spit, pushed against the boy’s hole. It was a beautiful sight. With all the fucking Luke had been taking recently his hole was pink, and a puffy. It wasn’t the tight little hole of your typical college boy, it was experienced and accommodating. Brett rocked his hips forward and Luke’s lips parted easily. He slid inside the boy’s hole and sighed. The velvety wall of Luke’s guts gripped his cock just tight enough to send a wave of pleasure up Brett’s body. It took a lot of restraint to not slam the rest of his length inside Luke right then. He held Luke’s slim hips and pulled him back onto his pulsating member. Luke groaned around Nick’s cock. His eyes were closed, his face a picture of bliss. This was everything he had imagined it would be; possibly better. He had imagined that being fucked by Brett would be hot, but he hadn’t imagined Brett would be so dominant and take him like this. An image floated through Luke’s mind of him doing this all the time, of being Brett and Nick’s play thing to use whenever they wanted. It made his cock throb. Brett pushed slowly forward and he pulled Luke back, and little by little his cock disappeared into Luke’s warm wet hole. “Fuck, Nicky, no wonder you’ve been fucking him so often,” Brett said in a drawn-out sigh, “His hole is fucking amazing.” “I know, right!” “Hot fucking slutty college boy hole…” “Remember when that was us.” They were talking about him as if he wasn’t there, and Luke loved it. He was their toy right now, an object for their lust. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to make these two men feel good. He slurped harder on Nick’s cock and a moment later slammed his ass back onto the rest of Brett’s cock. Brett gasped, shocked at Luke’s sudden movement, but then growled in appreciation. “Is that you telling me you’re ready to get fucked boy?” Luke nodded while still sucking on Nick’s cock. “Just like your uncle, once you’ve got a cock in your ass you're just desperate to get pounded.” Brett held tight to Luke’s hips and pulled out almost the full length of his cock. He paused there, making sure Luke would be unprepared before he slammed back in. The force of Brett’s cock ramming back inside him forced a yep out of Luke’s mouth, the sound muffled by Nick’s cock. Brett did it again, and again, hammering his cock brutally and deep into Luke’s perfect hole. He watched the hair around the boy’s ring cling to the side of his cock and he pulled out. “He’s slutty like his uncle too,” Nick said, “I came back the other day and he was getting bred by the bartender for the gay bar next door.” “Good boy. You like being full of men’s cum don’t you.” More furious nodding from Luke. “I’m going to fill you up, we’ve got two days before Nick and I go back to San Francisco… you’re gonna be leaking cum by the time we leave.” Luke said something that sounded like, “Please breed me,” around Nick’s cock and pressed his ass back on Brett’s crotch. Brett growled and leaned forward. With his cock buried inside the cute college boy’s ass, he kissed Nick again. They held onto each other, their mouths firmly locked together, as Brett rutted in and out of Luke. All three of them were sweating profusely now, the room stunk of man, and sex. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reverberated around them, and they were all moaning. Brett was merciless. After hearing about Luke’s amazing hole all this time he was determined to show the boy what he could do. He bucked in and out, changing up his rhythm to keep Luke on his toes. Luke was panting, he’d given up trying to properly suck Nick’s cock and was letting Nick just fuck his open mouth slowly. He was too lost in the pleasure of Brett’s cock to do much else. Had Nick’s dick not been forced down his throat his mouth would have been hanging open, his face slack, and his eyes rolled back. There was nothing he could do but open his hole and let this man use him. Cock Lust Nick had called it in the journal. That was exactly what Luke felt now. He felt drunk on cock. His whole mind was given over to the pleasure of being fucked. It felt so good that it was completely overwhelming. He wasn’t even thinking about his own dick right now, though it was hard as a rock and his jock was completely soaked through with precum. “Oh fuck babe,” Nick said through clenched teeth. “You ready to cum?” “Yeah!” “Do it, feed him your load. I’m about to breed this perfect ass.” Luke grunted out his approval. Nick grabbed both sides of Luke’s head and held his pulsing cock just inside Luke’s mouth. After a couple powerful thrusts Nick’s cock gave a massive throb and thick cum flooded Luke’s mouth. He swallowed as fast as he could but some still escaped his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Nick held his cock there till his orgasm had subsided and his cock softened a little. When he pulled his dick out of Luke’s mouth he appreciated what a hot slutty mess Luke had become in the last hour. His hair was matted down to his forehead, he was covered in sweat and now cum was dripping down his chin. More than that, he had a look of absolute fucked out bliss on his face. Luke licked his hips and smiled at Nick. “Thank you,” he mouthed, and Brett continued to fuck him. “Get ready boy. Here it comes,” Brett was panting now. Trickles of sweat sparkled in his chest hair. He reared his head back and arched his body forward. With his hands still on Luke’s hips he held him in places as he bucked forward. Luke felt Brett’s big balls slap against his taint as his cock started to pulse. Thick ropes of cum pumped out of Brett’s swollen dick into Luke’s abused guts. That was it for Luke too, his cock spasmed and he filled his jock with his own load. He was shaking, and his breath was ragged when Brett slowly pulled his dick out and slapped it on his hole a few times. “Fucking beautiful,” Brett said admiring Luke’s winking cum filled hole. “Fucking perfect.” Luke collapsed forward into Nick’s arms, and Brett lay down behind him, all three of them were spent.
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  19. The first time I saw him I thought he was a hot piece of ass that I hoped I would get a chance to drop my load in. But even that seemed farfetched. The line to get into his ass was deeper than I was willing to wait, at least at first. I was on vacation and decided on the third day of my vacation to go to the bathhouse. It had been almost a week since I had gotten off. I usually get off about once a day but when I go on vacation, I like to save it up and put it in a new hole somewhere and enjoy the local breeding holes. So, I went in, got a room and got settled in. I hadn’t seen much on the way in but it was a Friday night and I was sure it would pick up. As I started wandering the club, I saw a few okay guys but they weren’t super interested in me. So, I moved on and kept looking. As I turned the corner of one hallway, I could hear the slap and squish of some sloppy sex going on down the hall. I decided to go look and see what it was. They had this guy bent over the back of one of the benches in the porn theater room. As I entered, I could see his face but not much else and though he had his eyes closed at the moment the look of pure joy on his face told me he was loving the pounding he was getting. As I walked in farther, I saw the guy plowing his ass, he was a 6-foot-tall thicker, mildly hairy bear with a nice chest. He seemed to be loving that ass tremendously which just made me want it so much. I walked past the bottom to get a good look at the bottoms ass and it looked like heaven, he was hairless from the neck down and it suited him so well. His hole was leaking some jizz around the big cock that was reaming out his hole. The bear must have had at least 8 inches and thick. But I could tell that was not the first cock in that hole. The bottom was moaning quite a bit and would let out a surprised yell when the bear would bottom out. I was so focused on the fucking that I didn’t even notice the other guys in the room. I found myself trying to get closer to the hole and a guy tapped me on the shoulder. When I turned and noticed the other guys in the room, I realized there was at least 5 other guys there waiting. They were all jacking their cocks and staring at the ass that was getting plowed. I looked back at the ass and noticed the jock strap that was framing that ass and the bear was holding on to his flank and dripping sweat all over the bottoms back and ass. In that moment the bear grabbed tight and shoved himself as deep as possible and roared as he dumped his load in the bottom’s ass. This caused the bottom to squeal and start to shake as his hole accepted another mans spunk into his body. I was hard as a rock and desperate to get into that hole but there was no way I was gonna be able to keep all my cock from spewing forth it’s week long load if I sat here and watched this ass continue to swallow and leak cum. So, I decided I needed to take a walk and see if I could find something for myself first. The Next man in the line for the slut hole was an older but mostly in shape man, he was pretty hard and ready. The bear pulled out with an audible pop and the cum leaking out and hole trying to close itself down was like looking into this slut’s soul and I knew I would have to get inside of it eventually. But not now and I wasn’t about to spill my seed into my own hand. As the older man sank his 7 inch but thinner dick into that hole the bottom moaned again and smiled. I finally got out of the theater and wandered a minute with my hard cock. I found a cute little bear cub that had already been fucked. He had to be like 5’4” brown hair, cute body, dick locked up. He asked if I’d like to fuck him and I just nodded. We went to his room and left the door open. I had to eat that delicious looking ass and it was fantastic. Before long I had to fuck him. Sadly I had been so turned on by the slut in the theater that I didn’t last as long as I wanted. Before I even really had a chance to get a good rhythm going I could feel my balls pulling up. So I started ramming him hard, hoping he would start screaming or squealing. I got some good gasps and general moaning but not quite what I wanted. But I figured it would have to do and felt my cock erupt in his ass. He took it like a pro. I pulled out and he cleaned me off with his mouth. He was so cute I started to get a little hard again but knew I didn’t have it in me to fuck him again. But I had to taste that gapping ass just a little before I left. It tasted amazing. As I finally decided I was done some muscle dude with an average cock walks in and asks if he can fuck my cub. I told the guy he wasn’t my cub but he sure as hell could fuck him. The cub just looked at me and nodded. I lined that cock up and muscle man drove home as I gave the cub one good farwell kiss. As I was walking towards the showers, I saw the slut from the theater room. He was walking a little funny and had jizz just running down his legs. I saw him walking towards the dark back room. I thought I was done but seeing him walk that way had my interest, so I followed. Once I got back there, I couldn’t see anything and was just feeling along the walls till I found him. He had bent himself over some kind of half wall. My hands felt his ass before anything else. I cupped his butt and then felt the warm scuzz that was leaking out of him. Before I could stop myself, I was playing in it with my fingers and bringing my mouth to it. His hole was so hot, and swollen, deep, and oh so filled with cum. No matter where I put my fingers in his hole I felt cum. All directions. His ass tasted like a gourmet dinner I didn’t want to end. But my cock had reawakened and was ready for more action. I pulled myself up and considered using my fingers with my cock but then realized I just wanted to feel his hole surround my cock with with all the jizz in it by myself first. So I sunk into this sloppy mess and a grin went across my face. My cock and me were floating on a cloud. His ass and the beautiful hairless slut body in front of me was more than I could ask for and a memory I won’t easily ever forget. If I never got in this ass again I would still be a happy man. I knew I would want more but this was just fantastic. I kept fucking him and started pulling on his nips and balls. Hoping it would get some reactions out of him and oh did it ever. Felt his body tense, his hole squeeze, eventually I did add the finger along with my cock because I knew he could take it. He continued to squeal and moan. Finally after about 20 minutes I knew what was coming. As much as I wanted to enjoy this ass forever I knew I needed to add my seed to this slut hole. I was pounding as deep as I could get with my 7.5 thick inches, hoping to get to a place that would hold my seed within him for even longer. And then it started to build, tingling in my extremities, blurring of my vision. The need to put my seed so far in him that I hoped it would never come out. I was starting to grunt. I wanted to seed this slut. For some reason this slut felt different. He knew what he wanted and I loved that about him. His ass taking all that cock and cum ran through my mind in those last seconds and it threw me right over the edge. I convulsed and shot my second load of the night as deep and as hard as I could in this fucking hot ass slut. I left myself inside his hole as I felt him shake a little and his ass quiver. This is a slut that loves to be cum in. He gets a jizzjoy when you seed his hole. I loved it. As I was coming down I had the urge to piss in his ass and wash all the cum out just to make him start over but I didn’t know how he would feel about that this time and it gave me something to look forward to if I found him again another time. Finally I fell free of his ass and he turned around in a second and cleaned me completely. I thanked him and just to see his reaction squeezed a quick shot of piss in his mouth to see his reaction. He gagged for a sec, obviously surprised. But didn’t stop cleaning my cock and kind of latched on harder. Of course all of this was in the dark and there was a chance he wasn’t into all of this as much as I thought he was. So I tried again just a little longer squirt. He swallowed instantly. So I let him have it all. There wasn’t that much this time but he took it well. I patted him on the head, told him thanks and that I hoped to see him again soon. He belched. I loved it. I stood him up to bend him back over the wall and I think there was a miscommunication in me helping him up at first. He started to give me a hug. He figured out what I was doing though and bent himself over the wall. I was surprised no one had found us back in this corner but we seemed to be in our own little dark world. As I was patting his ass to say goodbye and feel his swollen hole one last time to get a taste on my finger I got a wild hair and just decided to go with it. I pulled him up and kissed him hard. He was surprised but fell right into me with it. I slid my jizz covered finger into both our mouths as we kissed and held his head tight with my other hand. He tasted like cum, piss, and possibly some cherry lube. It’s a taste I won’t easily forget. And that was that. I pulled away, patted his ass, and bent him back over the wall. I’d had the perfect moment and one of my greatest fucks and I walked away. It wasn’t till later that I realized I had no way to find or get ahold of him. I figured he wouldn’t be interested in anymore than what he has now. And I had a great time. But that wasn’t the only time I saw him.
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  20. this story is pretty much based on a true story, - it was my first time, and we really did fall in love... sadly our paths took us different directions many years ago - and although we are still in touch, I've been without a soulmate since. At first glance you would assume I am just an average, conservative kind- of –guy, and I would tend to agree with that assumption. But after my last “ordinary” relationship with my boyfriend failed, I decided it was time to break my boring routine and try to enjoy some of the more adventurous things in life that I had always passed on. Now that I was spending my nights alone, I was relying on my computer more for sexual stimulation. Thank God there is no shortage of porn on the internet. I would surf for any hot movie that caught my eye, usually with some hot muscled jock. I’d recline back in my chair, and start to lazily play with my cock while the stud in his jockstrap got his hole licked and fingered and slowly stretched open. Buy the time his pink pucker was quivering for some dick, I would usually have a finger or two up my own ass, and my own dick would be hard as a rock and leaking drops of precum that would mix with the lube I was using to stroke my shaft. I always tried to match my speed and intensity with the hot fuck session that was on the screen, so that I would cum at the exact same time as the guy in the movie shot his load deep in the ass of the jock stud he was fucking. After my own ass finished clamping down on my fingers and the aftershocks of shooting an intense load wore off…I would clean up, shut off the computer and climb into bed …alone…and realizing that computer porn would never make up for the 'real thing'. As time went on, I noticed that my taste in movies was starting change, and those muscled jocks I had watched were now replaced with hairy muscled leather guys. I also started looking in the local chat rooms for some actual “real” connections. I felt myself being drawn to scenes that involved a lot of ass play…guys in harnesses that were stretching open the holes of other guys in slings. Soon it wasn’t just hot dicks plowing pink holes...it was dildos and fists stretching open hot hairy butts. I was mesmerized, and my ass was starting to take on a mind of its own. After years of vanilla sex, my hole was starting to get hungry for more. I bought some toys...and some poppers...and began to start mimicking what I saw in the movies . I also started popping into some of the local chat rooms, and found out there were a lot of guys online that were really heavy into the leather scene. I posted a profile, but was always to nervous about ever starting a conversation with anyone. Here I was…just an average conservative guy, who was starting to feel the pig awaken. These guys were already knee deep in the pigpen, and I knew I’d be a disappointment to them when they realized I was just a newbie. I didn’t own any leather, and I only had one jockstrap…that I used for my online photo. So one night, I was feeling especially horny, and logged into the chat room, got my toys, lube and poppers out, and settled in for another solo session. Within a few minutes I suddenly got an IM from another guy in the chat room. He was a hot hairy muscle daddy, and he introduced himself by letting me know how much he loved the photo of me in my jock. He was hot, and sexy, and I started to wish I could muster up the courage to give in and let myself go, and be the perfect pig boy he surely was looking for. After some online flirting, he invited me to come over. I was horny as hell, but scared to death, so I politely declined his invitation. I told him the truth, that I was brand new to this, and way too inexperienced to be much fun for him. He immediately replied, asking if I was into PnP. I hated to admit, I didn’t even know what that meant. Pain and Pleasure? Piss and poop? Christ..what was I getting into? He responded with a “LOL” and explained it meant party and play. Using recreational drugs to take the edge off, or enhance the pleasure. I told him I had done poppers…but never had tried anything else. He asked if I was interested in experimenting a little, and told me that he would love to be the one to introduce me to the wonderful world of Pnp Pig Sex. Wow….all of a sudden my cock became instantly hard..and I could feel my ass twitch with excitement. I didn’t know what it would be like, but suddenly I had a hot leather daddy wanting to take me under his wing, and show me all the mysterious pleasures that had become so intriguing to me. In one last effort to stall…I asked him what exactly he had in mind. He told me that I would need to come over, and that I would need to trust him. He promised to walk me thru everything once I was there and ready to play…but he didn’t want to waste time writing about it when he knew it would be more fun to experience it. He gave me some simple instructions…take a shower, clean up…and out, wear my jock, and pick up some Gatorade, or water, or whatever I wanted to drink. He promised I’d need to replenish my fluids because he was going to make sure we had a long hot sweaty night. I got directions to his place…and I was burning with excitement. I couldn’t believe this was actually going to happen! I hopped in the shower and hopped in my car and within 45 minutes, I found myself knocking on his door. He opened the door…and looked even hotter than his pictures. His head was nearly shaved with a military style buzz cut. He was shirtless, except for a leather harness, and his tribal armband tattoo. His nipples were pierced, and his hairy pecs were hard and muscular, and shadowed over his flat abs. A thick treasure trail of hair disappeared into his black leather pants and silver studded belt. He looked just like one of the guys from the movies. He immediately smiled at me...which made me feel immediately more relaxed…and he invited me into his place. As soon as I stepped inside, he reached around me to shut the door, and immediately put his arms around me to pull me in close to him. He rubbed his hands on my chest thru my t-shirt, and pressed his pelvis up against my jeans. It took me by surprise..a little, but it immediately broke the ice, and I wrapped my arms around him, and ran my hands over his muscular shoulders and arms. As my hands reached his, he took them, and smiled again, and pulled me into the entryway. “Come In, stud” he growled…get comfortable, take your clothes off, and let’s get to know each other. He led me to a room off to the side, which had all of the things that you would need to film leather porn. “Welcome to my playroom!” I was speechless, and took a long deep breath to try to slow down my heartbeat. I think he could sense my nervousness, because he pulled me close once again, kissed me, and pulled me down onto the couch. “Just relax..I promise, I will make sure you enjoy every minute of this, and if you ever want to stop…just tell me…we won’t go anywhere that you aren’t comfortable going.” We kissed again..and I was immediately turned on. He took my shirt off…pinched my nipples, rubbed my crotch…and I was instantly hard as a rock. My hands were all over him as well…and I started to let my inhibitions go. “Let me go get something to help us relax, and you get out of those jeans and shoes. I’ll be right back.” He left for a second, and came back with a little travel shaving kit. He pulled out a bag of weed, and some rolling papers, and a lighter. As I got undressed, he rolled a really thick joint, lit it, and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a very long time, and then let it escape his lungs in a low growl. “Okay…your turn…it’s just pot…and it will help take the edge off, help you relax, and get you a little horny.” I took the joint, and followed his instructions. I took a deep inhale, and worked really hard to fight the urge to cough as I felt the smoke burn inside my chest. I held it in until he told me to let it out…which seemed like 10 minutes…but was really only a few seconds I’m sure. “Good boy” he said, and rubbed my neck. He took the joint back for another hit and we both sat back on the couch and started feeling each other as we passed the joint back and forth. It wasn’t long until I was feeling the effects. It was a fuzzy, drunk kind of feeling, but it felt good, and I WAS really relaxed, and starting to get a really deep new feeling…it was horny…but a whole different kind of horny. I started to really get into our touching and kissing, and before I knew it we were done with the joint, and greedily sucking each other’s dicks in a 69 position on the couch. Next thing I knew, I felt his fingers and tongue start playing with my hole. It felt so good. I knew it was the pot…but Damn! This was awesome. I was sucking his huge dick, and moaning, and grinding my ass against his face and fingers. He spit in my ass, and started working in two of his fat long fingers. God it felt so good. “Good boy..you like that don’t you…there is a little pig in there just dying to get out isn’t there?” “Yes sir” I muffled between taking breaths from sucking his huge cock. “Nice” he moaned, and began working my hole into a frenzy. “I think you’re ready for my next surprise” he said as he reach over to his travel bag, and pulled out a tiny little baggie, with some white powder, and a tiny little silver bullet. “Coke?” I asked. “Nope, Tina" he replied. “Tina?” I repeated. “Yep. It's sort of like coke, but better for sex. You can smoke it, snort it, put it in your ass, and even inject it directly into a vein - but it goes right to your ass. And you will want more than my tongue and fingers up there.” “So, how are we doing it?” I asked. “We’ll go easy at first, just a little bump off the silver bullet…and we’ll make sure you have some time to let it kick in. You’ll probably feel a bit of a rush at first..like a jolt of caffeine, but in about 20 minutes, you will feel it start to warm up your ass, and I bet your hands won’t be able to let go of your dick." "Okay" I replied, adding “ although I think the pot has already done a pretty good job of that.” We both took a hit from the bullet, and the instant effect was just as he described. I was really starting to realize I was in very good hands. He was letting me know what to expect, before it happened, and his description was very accurate. We went back to exploring each other’s bodies, and before I knew it, my ass was tingling, and I was pulling on the head of my dick like I was pulling taffy. I was groaning a low guttural groan that I had never heard myself make before. We did another hit off the Tina bullet, and I was really starting to feel the effects. “Okay, boy. I think we’re ready for some more serious play. Your ass is really getting hot, and I want you to get in that sling, so I can open you up, and fuck you.” I hopped up so fast, I think my brain was now in my ass and following his instructions. He helped me get into the sling, and then lubed up my hole, and his cock, and I moaned in ecstasy as his beautiful thick cock slid into my hungry hole. We started out slow, and his fucking gradually grew in force and intensity. Getting fucked had never felt so good. He gave me another bump of tina, and then grabbed a bottle of poppers, and held them under my nose. “You said you have done poppers before..right?” “Yeah.” “Good…then take good hit, so I can pound your ass really hard.” I inhaled deeply, and he did the same, and no sooner had he recapped the bottle, he grabbed the sling and started pounding my ass with wild abandon. “FUCK…YEAH…” we both screamed. I was pulling on my dick as hard as I could, but noticed it wasn’t getting as hard as I usually do…but I really didn’t care. It still felt good..but it was my ass that was feeling amazing. I felt it squeezing and clamping down on my hot leather studs hard dick as he pounded my ass, and arched his back while his eyes were rolling back in his head. This was incredible. It was better than any fantasy I could imagine. He gave me another hit of poppers, and then reached under the sling and started banging the shit out of my ass….I could tell that he was about ready to cum. Between the pot, the tina, the poppers and the fucking…my head was reeling. I had never felt so turned on. I was suddenly brought back to my senses as I heard him shout and yell, and felt his hard cock slam deep in my ass as is shot the hottest, most forceful load I’d ever taken. My ass involuntarily clamped down, and made sure that every drop of cum was worked out of that amazing dick, and not a single drop was spilled. He immediately slumped forward, drops of sweat landing on my chest, and kissed me passionately and deeply. My hips were grinding involuntarily, not wanting to let his dick escape my ass as we kissed. Finally, his dick slid out, but I was still pulling on mine, soft…but sensitive. He saw my face register a bit of disappointment – both for my failure to get hard, and also for the sudden emptiness in my well fucked hole. He immediately reassured me that the soft dick was often a result of the Tina, but not to worry…all the pleasure was going to become more and more intense in my ass. He asked if I was ready to try some toys, and if I was ready to try a different way to do a hit of Tina. I must of looked a little nervous again, because he immediately kissed me again, and with his lips still pressed to mine, he whispered with a hot breath "Trust me.” And I did. Once again, he reached into his black bag. This time he pulled out a thick syringe. My eyes widened with fear, because I was not real fond of needles. “Don’t worry” he said. It’s not a needle. Just a water syringe. But it’s got dose of Tina in it, mixed with the water. I’ll squirt it into your ass, and within seconds you’ll get the effect. Just hold it in, and when I get your first toy, it should be absorbed. You'll love it..and you’ll be ready for some bigger toys than the ones you have. Cool?” “Okay…I said…you haven’t let me down yet.” He pulled the cap off the syringe, and showed me that indeed there was no needle on the end. He put a little lube on the edge of the syringe, and gently worked it into my hole. “Ready?” he asked. I nodded. “Okay…here we go.” I suddenly felt the liquid slowly start to fill my ass, and I envisioned it mixing with his load. I was suddenly hit with an amazing rush of warmth that nearly took my breath away. “See…it absorbs pretty quick. You should be flying by now.” My heartbeat suddenly picked up, and my breathing became quicker. He pulled the syringe out, pinched my nipples, and then took my hand away from my dick as he sucked my soft cocked like a vacuum. I yelled in absolute pleasure! Oh my god it felt so good. FUCK YEAH…DAMN…my ass was on fire…I needed cock bad. It felt so good. “There’s my little piggy” he smirked as he stepped away. My hand went back to my dick, and I started pinching one of my nipples as he back away. He reached over to a table and pulled away a black cloth, and revealed a table full of all kinds of dildos and sex toys in all sizes. One of them was just as big as mine at home…but they got bigger and bigger as they lined up along the table’s edge. He grabbed one, and smeared it with a generous dose of lube, and then started slowly working it into my ass. I couldn’t believe it…it was like my ass had a total mind of its own. I was no longer in control..and I suddenly felt my hole stretching open further than I’d ever been opened up before. But it felt so good. I took a deep breath, and moaned again. He got it about halfway in, and then held it in place as he reached over with his other hand to grab the bottle of poppers. I took another deep hit of the poppers, and suddenly, I was in a whole new world. My eyes rolled back in the back of my head, and then I felt my entire ass open up as that huge dildo slid right in to its giant rubber base without any pain or resistance. HOLY SHIT….It was so fucking deep …OH FUCK! I could feel that giant rubber dick deep in my guts and it felt so good! He started to work it in and out. Slowly at first, and gradually picked up speed. I got lost in the pleasure…and closed my eyes and floated in that sling as that giant dick stretched my ass. Every now and then he would touch my chest, my dick, my face, and give me occasional hits of poppers...all the while giving me deep low groans of encouragement. He soon went for a bigger toy…but I was too lost in my ecstasy to really notice. I did feel a little bit of pressure as he eased the bigger toy in, but it was soon followed with another deep hit of poppers, and I was off in my own world again, as that giant invader laid claim to my open hole. I have no idea how much time had passed, and hour…maybe two. I gradually started to feel like I was coming down, and my senses were returning to normal. I looked up…like I had just regained consciousness, and smiled at my sexy teacher. He smiled back…and we didn’t even need words at this point to share the mutual pleasure we were both feeling. He slid the toy out of my ass..and I was shocked…somewhere in my soaring high…he had upsized again to a third, even bigger toy. I never would have believed I could take something that huge…but he showed it to me from between my legs, just to prove to me that I was more pig than I realized. We laughed a bit, kissed some more, and then he grabbed my bottle of Gatorade and a towel. I was sweating profusely. Took a deep drink, toweled off a bit, and started to catch my breath. At this point I thought things were winding down. He was standing closer to the table, taking a drink of his own bottled water, so I started to sit up in the unsteady sway of the sling. “Where you going boy…you had enough?” “Oh…I thought we were winding down” I sheepishly said…immediately feeling slightly worried that I gave the wrong signal and disappointing my new leather daddy. “Well, I have one more surprise for you, if you want. I thought I’d try to take it up one more notch…that is if you want to” I couldn’t possibly imagine what he had in mind. I was absolutely in awe of what we had done so far, so if we still had one more level to go, I wasn’t sure I could take the overstimulation of my senses. “You want to really let go of your inner pig…this is the best thing there is.” He reached into his black back again, and pulled out two thin syringes with an orange cap on the end. I was puzzled, because the last syringe was much bigger, so I didn’t know if it was a smaller dose to just bring the action back up a little, or if this was something totally different. “Okay, let me tell you about this, and then you can tell me if you want to keep going or not”. This syringe has a needle. So this dose of tina will go right into a vein. It’s called “slamming.” It’s just like getting a shot at the doctor, or giving a blood sample. “That doesn’t sound too bad” I timidly replied. “Well…this will definitely take you one level higher than the booty bump. You will feel this rush in your entire body, you will immediately feel the Tina take effect, and I guarantee, you will be amazed at how fast you let go of all your inhibitions….do you still trust me?” “Yes” I answered. “Then trust me, I think you will like this a lot. I will make sure that it’s quick, painless, and I will be here to make sure you stay calm enough to truly enjoy the amazing rush.” “Okay” I said…but I might not be able to watch, I don’t do so well with needles. “No worries”, he said. “You do whatever you want. Let’s get you out of the sling though, because I want to do you first, and then I want you to go kneel down over the arm of the couch with your ass in the air. I will then do my slam, and come over and take good care of your ass while you ride the rush,. “Okay…I’m ready” He went back to his back bag one more time, pulled out a black elastic strip for a tourniquet, and 2 small white envelopes…alcohol prep pads. He came back over to me, with the syringe, pulled my arm out and looked in the crook for a vein. He quickly tapped the large vein, and then started to wrap the black elastic around my upper bicep. My vein started to bulge, and my heart was already racing with a little bit of excitement, and a lot of nerves. He opened the alcohol prep pad, and gently wiped it over the inside of my arm. I was scared to watch…but I couldn’t help it. I was fascinated. It was like my leather daddy was getting ready to give me a shot…like a nurse. It was somehow, very touching, like he was taking care of me…and all of a sudden all of my worry melted away. I kept watching as he took the orange cap off of the syringe, and exposed the tiny thin needle. He turned the syringe upside down, and flicked it on the side to knock the air bubbles out of it. He looked at me deep in my eyes, smiled again, and asked “ready?” I nodded yes. Okay..turn your head if you want. “I’m okay” I said. “I trust you”. He gently placed the tip of the needle at the edge of my vein, and I took a deep breath. He gently eased it in, with only a slight pinch, and then I felt a little pop as the needle went into the vein. I kept watching intently. He pulled back slightly on the syringe, and I saw a wispy red cloud rush into the syringe. He took the tourniquet off my arm with his other hand in a single soft pull, looked at me one more time, and said, “Here you go baby, this is gonna be intense…you might have a cough..But that’s normal…it’s the tina hitting your blood and your lungs, don’t be scared…just enjoy it.” “Okay…go for it” He slowly started to push the plunger downward, and the reddish liquid started to disappear into my vein. I immediately started to feel a tingle all over my body…like when you put your tongue on the end of a nine volt battery. The more of the slam that went in, the more I tingled...I got this warm all over rush, and my chest started to expand with a heavy breath. I felt my eyes open wide, and my ass squeezed so tight, if there had been anything in there I would have snapped it in half. The last bit of liquid in the syringe went into my arm, and then I suddenly felt the uncontrollable cough. Two coughs…and then I WAS SOARING!!! SHIT! SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!. He pulled the needle out and immediately covered the skin with the alcohol pad. He lifted my arm above my head, and then reached around the start digging at my ass with his giant meaty paws. OH GOD!! I NEED YOU IN MY ASS! “Feel good Baby?” “FUCK YEAH” OH SHIT..that’s all I could say. I started to feel my legs go week. “Go kneel over the couch, get your ass lubed up real good…I’m on my way” I staggered over, reached for the giant bottle of lube, pouring out more than I could control. I leaned over the couch and started shoving lube into my hungry hole, stretching it open, shoving fingers in, and trying to get my whole hand in. I was in ecstasy…I was finally out of control, feeling piggy as all hell, and ready for anything. I didn’t even notice my leather daddy administer his own slam, until I heard his own cries and groans of pleasure suddenly shout from behind me. “Oh, yeah….piggy….let me work that ass” “Yes sir!” He came from behind be and I saw his had come over my head; he handed me the bottle of poppers, and then reached for the giant bottle of lube. “Take a good long hit…you are about to be sent into a whole ne w world.” I took the deepest hit of poppers that I had ever taken…and I held it deep in my lungs…like the pot smoke from earlier…and suddenly I felt my entire ass just relax and open up like molten lava, and I felt my daddy’s hands working to stretch my ass open. First it was three fingers….then four…..then another mind numbing hit of poppers, and then I lost all awareness of anything…all I know is that my ass had never felt more full. I was gyrating my hips, and wagging my piggy tail like I needed to get my hungry hole filled with a buffet of anything that was in reach. I suddenly felt my ass stretch just a bit far..and then a soft pop, or suction sound. I had his whole FIST! HOLY SHIT! I WAS IN HEAVEN!! I screamed in pleasure, my daddy was yelling encouragement… and I had never been so wildly out of control. He flipped me around to the front of the couch, laid me on my back, held my feet above my head with one hand, and handed me the poppers again with the other. I took another hit…and then so did he…and I couldn’t get his fist in my ass again fast enough. I was riding his fist, and then his forearm, and then suddenly I started to let go with a *******ial spray of piss all over my chest…he grabbed my dick with his free hand, and held it up so that it sprayed all over my face, and then his. It had a bitter taste…the first time I’d ever tasted piss. “”That’s tina piss boy..It’ll keep you flying high too…but I’m not taking my hand out of your ass yet ..but when I do…it will be so I can shove my dick up your hungry hole, and piss my tina right back into you” He kept his word…he fisted me to the point of an uncontrollable orgasm…I didn’t even touch my dick..and it was still soft…but I was coming all over myself. It was mixing with the damp piss stains on my stomach. He gently pulled his fist out of my hot hungry ass, and then shoved his dick in. He looked down at me, and with an amazing softness, he stared right thru to my soul, I started to actually tear up, and cry with absolute abandon. It was the most beautifully hot and touching closeness I had ever felt to another person in my entire life. I trusted him, and he took me placed I never knew existed. And then, just as I was catching my breath, and stopping my tears…he leaned in close, whispered once again…”good pig”, and then kissed me gently on the lips….it was then that I started to feel the warm tina piss filling up my hot hungry ass…and my soul nearly left my body, and floated up to my new slamming soul mate.
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  21. I have soft spot for him too. Love horny old trolls stooping to manipulate tactics to have their way
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  22. Long time gym rat here. Love to show off (both in and out of my gym shorts) while I lift and have had sex at least one time in nearly every gym I've ever been in. That said, my answer to this question is far more philosophical than sexual. I don't find gym attendance is a man's or woman's, or gay versus, straight thing, but rather a way-of-life thing. Aside from the looking good aspect gym life brings, you also feel better and have much better overall health, not just physically, but mentally too. Yes, gay guys tend to have a bigger emphasis on looking good that their straight peers, but over the last 20-30 years the gay male in-shape look has influenced straight guys on that score. For instance, see GI Joe dolls from 1960 to now--he's waaaaayyy more built now than the Ken doll in fatigues he started out as. I grew up a swimmer from very young and transitioned into weight lifting in college and then on to body building (and competed a number of times). For me, the gym life is a form a worship. In fact, both Satannism and Christianity regard the body as a temple. Temples by definition are places to be treated with reverence and taken care of because they are sacred. When people ask me where I go to church, they are bewildered when I give them the name of my current gym. But, that is the place I go to care for my male temple and worship my male form. (the bathhouse/sex club/sex resort is where I take my temple to celebrate my male being and connect with other males on that plane). For me, going to the gym is a part of taking care of myself s that I may enjoy this male body I've been blessed to have to its fullest. Does it pay off? Absolutely, While the Bible Belt is mired in massive amounts of obesity*, diabetes, cardiovascular disease and so on, those of us living here who are active and/or gym goers. We eat decent food (rather than fast food crap all the time) and enjoy far better health and longevity. I got to meet Lou Ferrigno a few years ago. Even in his 70's, Lou is in great shape and great health. (While I did tell him that as a boy, he was what inspired me to get into weight lifting, I didn't tell him that his Hulk was also how I knew I was into guys.) *Obesity is misunderstood, at least in the USA and the idea is put forward that if you have any amount of fat on your body you are a bad person and unhealthy. This, as Jeff O'Connell notes in the book "Sugar Nation" (buy it! read it!), is false. Football linemen and power lifters have guts and they are in amazing shape (especially the linemen given how much running they have to do). But, there is a line. Just as you can be skinny to a point it's unhealthy (just ask Karen Carpenter or a line of bulimic struggling super models), you can also be too fat to a point it's unhealthy, especially if you are eating nutritionally vacuous food regularly and not doing any physical activity. That is to say, "fitness" and "no body fat" are not the synonyms they are marketed to be in the USA; you can be fit and, to a degree, fat, at the same time. In the SE USA (the Bible Belt) you encounter the unhealthy variety and all the negative health effects too much fat, poor nutrition and no physical activity has, just you have negative health effects from being too skinny, like malnutrition from vitamin deficiencies.
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  23. I would love for this Top to be my first BBC. Such a hot man with an awesome cock. Not only could he use my hole, he could breed it deep. Don't know why he didn't seed that boy's pussy. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/52270/bbc-filled-twink-hole-bareback/
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  24. Nope, took a deep breath when I thought he's close, then took it all the way. Didn't taste cum til he pulled out and I got a few drops on my tongue, all in my stomach.
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  25. [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/60834/cum-filled-slut-hole/
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  26. That's totally fair. Everyone is different and that's fine. At least you tried it before deciding it wasn't for you. Respect.
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  27. I try to hit the gym three times per week. I've lost 30 lbs in a measured way recently; not any diet per se but just healthy eating. Sticking to chicken/turkey on weekdays and fish on the weekends. I allow myself a glass of red/white wine too with dinner. At 58, I'm in great shape for a daddy/sexpig!
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  28. Floridian, gay, the gym. Yep, I go. In my 20s and 30s I did it because it got me laid more, I did the entire extreme dieting, high protein, "assistance from my doctor". Now I do it because I want to prevent heart disease. I also walk two a miles a day. I keep reading articles "sitting is the new smoking" But yeah for gay men who are younger, the gym is a part of life, no doubt.
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  29. I had found out I had elevated liver enzymes after a routine blood test back in 2015, on my doctor's advice, I cut back on fried/fatty foods and drinking for a month, and the levels returned closer to normal. Was a bit of a scare at the time tbh, but I was smashing back Domino's Triple Cheese base Meatlovers Pizzas at least 2-3 times a week beforehand, lol..... those things were freaking decadent
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  30. You mean of the bunker under the compound? Thinking about it, it’s used a lot in movies. Like in the Jurassic Park where they were auctioning off the cloned dinosaurs… that’s the basic arrangement of the underground area. It’s also sort of what the big base hangar buildings are like, big central cavern for the shop, service and stock inventory facilities in rooms off either side. Other than those specific examples, it just seems to come forward in my head that it’s a common layout, but I’m not discounting that I saw it somewhere.
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  31. I did calculate the average amount of sperm per orgasm and assumed that I did cum at least once a day for 13 years (Average perhaps 3 a day) I did calculate that I had swallowed about like 300 or 3000 liters or something insane like that.
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  32. The older I've gotten the more I think these labels are useful but should not be constraining on people. We've all sucked off a "straight" guy or fucked him. Is he less straight because you fucked his butt and he went back to his girlfriend (maybe she won't peg him or he's too ashamed to ask her). I think that we would have less conflict about orientation if people dumped their religious nonsense (ha! good luck with that, although younger generations are definitely becoming less religious overall in the US and Europe) and just did what makes them feel good and makes their partners feel valued and gives them enjoyment.
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  33. I really hope Boltz is good for raw cock as I’m planning a visit with me working in Birmingham next weekend. Likely to be Friday night. Enhancements welcome…
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  34. Not a smoker myself but I don't mind others if they smoke or not, but I have a line I've drawn which is when a guy has that really thick stale pungent smoker smell that seems deeply embedded in their clothes hair and skin. The kind where when they walk past you, you can clearly smell it from a few meters away and they're not even smoking. That's not a turn on. Fresh smoke can be a turn on, and I do actually enjoy the bars in Berlin for that reason. Smoke as a part of BDSM scenes are very interesting, especially as an element to BC. (any doms into this, DM me).
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  35. It sounds like a visit to a Pacific Northwest bathhouse, on a good night. There is never a pig sex vibe, you can count on being assaulted by sides who just want to cuddle and know hundreds of ways to have really great sex without having to touch an icky dick. To make matters even worse, the bigger the crowd the the lower the likelyhood of anything more than foreplay happening, they seem to feed on each other's inhibitions. Even CumUnion parties can be blueball tests. I travel a lot and have lived other places, but even cities that are really great for dogpile orgies in their sex clubs can have slow nights.
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  36. Like most bottoms, No. I'm there to get fucked. Not wanked off. Besides, if you make me shoot, that's it, game's over.
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  37. Was hanging out with friends and on my way home, hosting hotel bottom tells me he has 3 other loads in him so I went to his room and took my time enjoying fucking his ass till I gave him my load too. Love fucking cum dumps!
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  38. I love my reds and using my chest as a ashtray as I'm jerking 🚬💋
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  39. My buddy is helping to arrange a gang bang of my fuck hole. We are looking for TOPS only with good dicks who like to breed ass— namely mine. There’ll be a monitored clothes drop area and water. He will be host and I will be the hole. Near downtown here. Easy free parking and accessibility. Doors open from 5-7pm. Party stops when last guy drops a load in me. Poppers ok. No hard drugs. Hit me up for details.
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  40. Currently writing a true story of my introduction to Chems, BDSM and how it was not consented to BUT I never said no. A predatory teenager turned in to a chemmed cum dump to be shared
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  41. Love being bred in my fursuit or pup gear and occasionally do some topping as well. Super super kinky and into nearly everything. Feel free to DM me if you want to chat.
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  42. Part 3 - Accepting his Birthday Gift Once we got to my place, I pointed Dae to the shower and threw my sweater and shorts in the washing machine. Then I joined him. It was a cramped shower, so we had no choice but to huddle up against one another. We made the most of it, making out, me biting his ear and pushing my hard cock along his crack and positioning it for entry. Before I could enter him, he stopped me. “Pretty sure I have HIV-positive cum inside me from that guy in the park. IDK if that matters to you.” I was bewildered that he knew. “How do you know that?” “Didn’t you see his scorpion tattoo? Or that he kept talking about giving me a birthday gift? Kinda obvious.” He chuckled. I was amazed. Dae knew his shit. “And you’re fine with that? Are you on PrEP?” “Not on PrEP, but my mom is a pharmacist so I can get PEP pretty easily if I want to.” “If your mom is a pharmacist, why didn’t you just get on PrEP?” I inquired, while turning off the shower and grabbing our towels. “I mean I have the pills. I just don’t take them,” he looked down at his feet. “This is gonna sound weird, but I guess I kinda like the risk.” I looked at him while I dried my shoulders. “I should have told you this earlier. That guy with the scorpion tattoo fucked me about a month ago, and I found out that I’m HIV positive yesterday before I went to the park.” Dae smiled as he bent over to dry his legs with his towel. “So you gave me your gift?” “Yea, I probably should have spoken up. I just didn’t want you to freak out and leave. I really wanted you.” “You want me now?” Dae turned around and leaned over the sink. “Poz me daddy.” Without a second thought, I pushed my whole cock up his ass in one go. He squealed like the pig he was. “Fuck. I want that toxic load daddy. Fucking dump it in my neg hole.” Dae was fulfilling his wildest fantasy, taking poz load after poz load after poz load. “Please daddy, knock me up. Make me your little AIDS whore. I want it.” The desire to please him and give him his wish propelled the quickest load that I’ve ever shot. “Take my poz cum Dae. You’re mine now.” Dae twisted around to kiss me. “Yes I am.” As our tongues met, more of my toxic cum splattered the walls of his rectum. I felt closer with this guy I met two hours ago than I’d felt with anyone my whole life up to that point. As he melted into me, I could tell he felt the same way. I slowly pulled out and fingered in any cum that spilled out, more aggressively than I normally would. My nails cut at his linings. Part of me really did want him to be mine. We wrapped our towels around our waists. I opened the door to find my roommate Deshawn waiting, totally naked. Deshawn was a 5’10” muscular black trans man, same age as me. He was a very hot guy with a chiseled jaw and braids with yellow and green beads at the tips. He’d had his top surgery and a series of tattoos to adorn his pecks and bulky upper arms. He also had a pussy and was an avid cumdump. I’d known him since the first year of college, and, while we fooled around regularly, we were best friends. “Hey poz daddy.” Deshawn laughed. I guess he’d heard us and the cat was out of the bag. “Yea, got some news yesterday.” “Sounds like you’re making the most of it,” he said looking at Dae. “Knocking up young sluts already?” I introduced them and explained a little of how we met. “Magical,” Deshawn said gliding past us. “Well, this bitch gotta pee, so y’all have fun. And Julius, I better get some of that newly charged juice in my pussy soon.” He mmmm’ed with conviction. He closed the door, and we made our way to my bedroom. Dae flung his towel off and collapsed on my bed making himself at home. “How the hell does class start in just three hours? Can I sleep here?” I laid down beside him and squeezed his nipples softly. “Yea, you can stay here. At least it’s a Friday. Where do you go?” “SFSU,” he sighed and then beamed. “I can feel your warm cum inside me, infecting me,” he licked his lips. “Yea, you should ask your mom for PEP ASAP.” He looked pensive for a moment and then lifted himself over me. “I don’t think I will. I want this part of you in me forever.” He kissed me softly. Between kisses, I tried to convince him that he didn’t have to get infected, but he had made his decision. Honestly, it turned me on that he wanted to risk it because I was the one giving it to him. Dae settled his head on my chest and our naked bodies entangled under the blankets. “This wasn’t just a one night stand, right?” “No. This was more.” I kissed his head and pulled him tightly into me. We drifted asleep. When the alarm went off, Dae was gone. He had left his number and Instagram handle on a sticky note pressed to my phone. As I dressed, I stuffed my morning wood down my pant leg. It would have been nice to have a fleshy young cunt to fill that morning, but it was a Friday. I knew, after work, I’d find something or someone fun to do.
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  43. bareback bear top here, always love chatting to other furries into raw sex 😉
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  44. Part 27, Finally...... Yes boy, what would you like to ask? I was laying there as Mr C's amazing massage continued, I had always heard how amazing massages are but had never gotten anything other than a shoulder massage at the mall. This was incredible. With each slow and methodical move up my ass and to my shoulders he was pushing me deeper into the bed. The massage oil was puddling under me on the rubber sheet. It felt really cool how slippery the sheet had become and I was wiggling around on it like the slip and slide we had growing up. I dont know if he knew, but each time he moved his body forward to massage up my back his cock kept bumping into my butt cheeks, on the down stroke he would resume to a kneeling position and his cock would lay just above my knees.... Then again, forward he would go a little further and a little further. It felt so wonderful, it felt so natural. The further up my back he went the more his now incredibly hard and leaking cock would press pretty hard against my ass crack. He reached behind him and grabbed the oil bottle and put another squirt down my spine and over my butt. I could feel a significant amount being poured onto my butt crack and ooze down to my nuts. Quite a puddle had formed under my cock and nuts onto the sheet. I head the cap snap back onto the oil bottle and my ass tingled and my cock jumped. Mr. C set the bottle down and resumed his long strokes up and down my back. 'Does that feel good Lukas'. 'It feels amazing', as he got to my shoulder blades and his cock was pressing into my butt crack again. 'Good, just relax, I got you buddy' as he pulled back to my lower back 'Just breath' as he moved back up to my shoulder. This time he moved a little and his massive cock slipped down between my legs and my butt. 'I am glad you are enjoying this, I love giving Uncle Terry massages like this, but that normally leads to something else' and he laughed. I wasn't really sure what he meant, but it seemed appropriate to giggle a little anyway. His hands went all the way up my neck and into my hair line before he retreated back to his haunches. His next few strokes were only half way up my back but his cock continued to slide down between my ass crack and nuts but just in slower shorter jabs in and out. I felt my butt start to rise up as he pulled back. Each time he went up my back he went another inch further up my back and little bit further between my legs. It was like my ass was taking over my thinking. With each pull back with his hands my ass rose up more and more and my ass lips started to tingle. 'When you say leads to something, what do you mean Sir?', I asked. 'Well to be honest Lukas, this usually puts him into heat like a fucking bitch and he starts to rear that ass of his up in the air a bit to meet my stroke. I can always tell the more pressure I apply the more he wants to get bred. 'Oh, I see' I said. 'Do you like the way that feels sliding up your taint boy'? 'Yeah, it is incredible Mr. C., I feel so tingly and warm. Do you think this is the way a girl feels when you are making love to her?' 'I dont know, I guess so, but I do know how good it feels to my cock.' 'So what do you do when Uncle Terry gets into heat, or so excited'? 'Put your hands over your head boy and spread out your arms toward the headboard' He didnt say anything else but returned to his massage movements but went further, almost laying on my back with his hairy chest as his hands went up my shoulders. Each move he went another inch further and his huge daddy meat passed slowly over my boy pussy and then he pressed his huge cock deeper into my taint and pushed up against my nuts. Each time, he applied a little more pressure onto my hole and clit as he grazed past it. Each time he did my hole tingled. Fuck, what was happening to me. On his next sliding past my fuck hole he commented, 'Your Uncle Terry usually wiggles his sweet pucker a little and he invites me inside him' I let out a little whimper and my fuck hole tingled. The next pass up my body was one handed and I heard the oil bottle lid pop open and more warm oil ran down my ass crack like a warm river. There must be a few cups of oil under my crotch, I feel so incredibly wet. The way he was pressing down my waist.... my cock, nuts and asshole were submerged in the very warm oil. As he passed over my hole he pressed a little harder with his big fucking raw cock and I felt the warm oil seep inside me. My hole had started to gape open and the oil was slowly trickling into my fuck hole. 'Uncle Terry is very lucky', I said. He didnt say anything but just did several more full body movements all the way down my arms and grinding his cock at my opening each time before letting it slip up my taint further and knock my nuts out of the way before he came to a stop. Each time he withdrew I felt my ass instinctively rise and open a little more. 'Hold your ass up in the air for a minute pup, real high, yeah like that. God that is amazing. I have only seen that a couple times.' 'Seen what Mr. C?' 'Your asshole is what we call gaping or flowering. It is big around as a dime and I can see right inside you', and with that I felt more lube being poured in my crack and flowing right into my asshole. I had no idea what was coming over me, but I grabbed the sheets and reared my hole up. He pushed my ass back down and resumed the massage. I could feel the warm oil sloshing around in my fucking ass and was making me incredibly wet. 'What do you feel Uncle Terry is lucky boy?' 'Almost out of breath, I said, 'I think when he gets into heat, all he can think about is how good he feels and he is lucky enough to have you there making him feel that good.' 'Oh, like I said, that just gets him into heat to accept my cock inside his pussy, but he knows the best is yet to come' 'It gets better you mean'? I moaned and whimpered out, grabbing the sheets harder, clenching that rubber in my hands. 'Oh fuck yes, this is just warming up for when things get really hot', Mr. C said. 'Oh fuck, I cant even imagine how that must feel' I squealed. 'Would you like to find out sometime boy? Would you like to know what Uncle Terry feels?' 'Oh yes, I would love to find out. Mr. C, could I ask you a personal question?' He was really pushing hard at my hole before passing by and laid on my back and whispered into my ear has his hands grabbed my wrists and said 'Yes boy, what would you like to ask?' 'Do you think,.... well would you....., well do you think you might....., well I would love it if you might show me what it feels like sometime.' 'Sometime boy?' 'Well, Right now SIR.... please! PLEASE COULD YOU SHOW ME' and I pressed my ass so hard against him I raised him up off the bed with my butt.
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  45. Part 23, The tall one and the muscled one. As Daron pulled out of my now dripping cunt, he started to make a move toward the door. I commented to him that my daddy said I am to always clean the cock off after it comes out of my mouth. The shorter muscle one held my legs high in the air while the long haired tall one shucked off his clothing. Once his baggy pants were dropped I could see a really long slender cock poking out of the piss opening in his boxers. Daron climbed on the bed and knelt by my head and slowly entered his cock into my mouth and grabbed a hold of my nipples. This is my go to way to shoot my load. So I grabbed onto my cock to start yanking it. The tall one slipped under the arm of the short muscled one and slapped my hand and said, 'who the fuck said you could touch that princess?' 'Oh, sorry, I guess I wasn't thinking.' 'Fucking right you aren't. Get the bitch fucked up again and concentrate on cleaning off Daron's cock. Fuck, he was nice enough to load your fuck hole up with his gift wasn't he? 'Yes, Sir, sorry Sir. Of course.' And with that, I turned and pivoted my head so that Daron could get his hole cock deep down my throat and I soon felt his hairy heavy nut sack being sniffed into my nostrils. While I was focused on Daron, I couldn't down below, but I could feel the tall one slipping his narrow but super lengthy cock into my hole. I felt the muscle one moving my legs onto the shoulders of the tall one and I clenched my legs around his neck for stability. The tall one put his hands on my hips and just started to piston fuck me like cutler x would. Long and furious strokes. Deep up into my cunt. Daron was having a hard time focusing on my nipples because my chest was flailing around so much. Instead, he put his fists onto the bed and just slowly started to throat fuck me in a kneeling doggy position. I could feel his cock get hard and I could see him looking back at me from down by my chest. The short muscled one climbed on the right side of the bed and took his left hand and put it on my neck and put his right hand on my right pec. I felt his hand start to tightening around my neck as Daron picked up speed and the tall one just kept power fucking me. I grabbed onto the cock of the muscled one and just like his body, it was incredibly thick. I could hardly get my hand around it. I was moaning semi in pain from the lack of air from his hand and the big cock down my gullet, but also from the assault that my hole was being subjected too. He was pushing up the fuck chute deep. He took his hands off my hips and held onto the front of my quads and pulled me into his fuck tool as he pushed deep deep into me. Daron raised up on his knees and was now doing push ups into my throat with his thick hard raw cock. Raw cock? Oh Fuck, I forgot to see if the tall one put one of those rubbers on that I saw. I should remind him in case he forgot. But I couldn't really speak. I was getting light headed, not from poppers but I think just from the lack of oxygen? I heard a buzzing sound in my head and my eyes closed. Oh I feel dizzy. Oh, things are going dark, whats happening to me? I few moments later, I felt a slap on my face and I opened my eyes. The muscle one had taken his hand off my throat and my face was covered in nostrils were heavy with warm sticky cum being inhaled into them. Daron was unloading the rest of his load into my throat and the tall one was still between my legs. WOW, I thought, that was strange, everything seemed to stop for a minute or fast forward. I will have to ask Mr C about that later. But as the tall one was pulling out the muscle one very quickly jumped off the bed. The tall one let one of my legs drop and he withdrew his softening cock from my hole. Oh, I bet he is done? I guess he must be? The short one moved into position and slapped my ass and told me to get on all fours. I rolled over and the tall one climbed onto the bed and presented his cock to me. It was still almost 10 inches long, but was quickly shriveling back up like a dark worm. Oh wow, I realized by the taste, he did cum. His sperm was very sweet and thick as it clung in globs to his withering dick. Daron moved off the bed and commented he would go check on Mr. Big and see if the twink was still doing ok. The muscle one was grinding his fingers into me. I heard him comment, 'come on boy, you are going to have to get wider than that. I am happy to just tear that shit open, but Mr. Big usually like to be the one to break the skin to allow the sperm to set into place.' I wasnt really following what he was saying as I was trying to make sure I got the tall one all cleaned up nice. But all of a sudden, I felt pain. It was like he was clawing inside me like a mouse. What the heck? I pulled my head off the now clean cock of the tall one and looked down from all fours between my chest and the bed and saw muscle guys cock. He appeared to be trying to stab it into me while his 3 or 5 fingers were still in my hole. I heard him tell the tall one to get me medicated and then I felt the cold glass of the brown bottle on my nostril and the familiar vapors started to help me relax. I stopped looking back and just laid my head down. The tall one was kind enough to put a pillow under my head and kept the bottle right at my nostril that was not muffled into the pillow. The poppers helped me melt. I felt a slap on my ass and heard. 'let me in', 'arch your back', 'no, arch it', 'yeah good boy', 'yeah, very good boy', 'let me in', 'oh fuckkkkkk yes bitch'. I zoned in and out with the poppers but could tell muscle man was getting a little more depth with each rhythmic rocking motion he was making. After a couple minutes, I felt his fingers back around my hole, he was alternating on each side and seemed to be pulling my ass cheeks apart as he pummeled deeper and deeper into my soft warm boy hole. My ass started to make these little farting noises. I should have been embarrassed, but the poppers were making me horny as fuck and he seemed to know how to move his cock to make the sounds louder and louder. Soon he picked up speed, each thrust in made more air and suction come out. He was working my hole good. I felt him go faster and faster and soon, the poppers were back under my nose by the tall one. The tall one put his head down by my ear and said, 'hang in their boy, you are doing great, you are about to get the most gifted load you can imagine. Well, until Mr. Big, but that is another story.' Hearing that, I knew I loved getting a gift so I started to push back against him. 'Oh, your fucking whore, you want that sperm in you down you babe?' 'Yes', I muttered, 'YES', 'Yes please, let me have that'. I felt him pull his fingers further apart on my ass walls and piston fuck his big fat head into me. His speed was picking up and Daron hopped back on the bed. I heard the floor creaking and felt the presences of another. I was in bliss and soon I felt muscle guy remove his fingers and collapse on my back. He was panting hard and I knew, oh no wait, I am now feeling his thick clumps of cum spew into my fuck hole. Holy cow, how much blasts were there. Seven? Eight? God I felt wet. God I felt full. God I felt like I had purpose. WTF, I was pulled from my silence and harmony when I then heard a very deep loud voice say, 'boys present her to me'. With that, I felt the muscled one pulled out and quickly scurried to get his cock cleaned off. I felt a collar go around my neck. It was super tight and was choking me a little bit. Daron then grabbed one arm and the tall one grabbed the other arm. The muscled ones cock dropped out of my mouth as I was being pulled off the bed from behind. A blindfold went over my eyes and I was spun around and put on the my knees on the floor. I felt one of them put a knee in my back and had me straighten my back. I felt a hand come under my chin and raise my chin up to parallel with the floor. 'Down a hair', I heard. I felt someone take my chin and lower it just a slight amount. 'Put the ear buds in', I heard the deep voice saying. 'Yes Mr. Big' I felt my left ear go silent as something was pushed in, the right ear went silent as something pushed in. My head felt full and a slight ringing in my ear took the place of all sound. Then some very soft music was starting, it has a lot of bass and made me feel warm. As I knelt there, I could tell by the vibrations and little sounds most people were leaving the room. I think it was Daron was still behind me petting my hair and holding on the rope connected to my leash. Everything seemed very still for a few minutes. The way Daron was holding me, I knew I was to stay still. 'Perfect', I heard through the ear buds, 'I am ready... come to me boy'
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  46. PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”
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  47. SPONTANEOUS CHASING - PART TWO “Get your shit, you’re coming with me,” he said. “I own you tonight . . . maybe forever,” he whispered in my ear. We climbed off of the bed and started gathering our things, the crowd outside the door began breaking up. Neither of us were dressed, and I followed him out of the room and down the hall towards the locker rooms (where I assumed the rest of his things were). I was stopped short when a very large and incredibly strong arm swung around me and pinned me face first against the wall. This felt quite violent and I had no clue what was happening -this is hardly the place for a mugging or gay bashing. It only took another second to figure out what this mountain-of-a-man had in mind, when the big knob of his dick head wedged into my cumsloppy hole. Just then the guy who had sort of claimed me appeared beside me and looked pissed. “What the fuck is going on? This boy is mine,” he told the guy behind me, not even sounding at all worried given there was a considerable size difference between them as well. The guy behind me began to ease his huge rod into my hole, with the first guy’s cum as the only lube. “Sorry, bud, but I heard this pig begging for some poz cum. I’ve got a week’s worth stored up in my balls and I want him to reap the benefits,” he replied. Any irritation totally disappeared from my ‘owner’s’ face, and a slight smirk replaced it. “Well, that’s the plan for tonight now, so give it to him. Fuck this whore up,” he instructed the big man, reaching over to me and taking my clothes from my hands. So there I was, standing in the hall in front of anyone and everyone, getting one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. Somehow I just loved embracing the exhibitionist in me. And especially since most of these guys now knew that I was taking poison cum in me, too. They must think I’m the biggest slut of them all. My throbbing hard dick told me that this was exactly what I wanted. I enjoyed every moment of the fuck. So many of my dreams were coming true tonight -this was another one. I love getting used by guys who are much, much bigger than me. The kind of men that basically use me like a blow-up fuck doll. They just pound my ass, use me to get their jollies, and then pump me full of their toxic swimmers. I felt the hot breath of this fucker close to my cheek. “I want you to beg for this cum. This is a gift and you need to ask for it. Tell all of these guys here watching that you want my seed in you, my viral cum. Tell them!” “Unh! Give it to me! Fucking fill me with your poz cum! I want your virus! Knock me up!” I yelled -and that was enough to push him over the edge. It took another couple of minutes for the big man to finish and empty his balls into me, and I felt it. Every throb and spurt, I felt it all. He pumped so much cum in me I actually had to wonder if he had cum or was taking a piss inside me. “Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” I groaned against the wall. Hearing this, my owner told my fucker to keep me plugged while he ran to his locker. He sprinted out and returned seconds later with a butt plug. Nothing ridiculous, just an average plug. “Here, let’s slip this into you so you don’t lose a drop,” he said, crouching down and slowly easing the softening dick from my hole. As soon as the dick was out, the plug was jammed in. Not a drop was spilled. “Thanks slut, enjoy my strain,” the big guy whispered, giving my ass a firm smack and walking away, disappearing into the crowd. “Okay, so you got two loads of AIDS cum in your ass, now let’s get out of here. I’ve got someone I want you to meet,” my owner told me, taking me by the hand and leading me directly to the locker room where we dressed without incident. I followed him to his car, and noticed that my dick hadn’t gone soft at all. This was all so exciting for me, I couldn’t control myself. “Why don’t you suck my dick while I drive,” he told me. You don’t have to tell me twice. I unbuckled and my face found a happy home in his sweaty crotch. I slurped and sucked while he drove. He also made a call. I’m not sure to whom, and all he said was, “I’ve got a guy I think you might be interested in. Yes. Good. See you in ten,” and then hung up. He had also introduced himself as ‘Tom’ to whoever was on the other end of that call, so now I at least had a name to put with the dick and face. About ten minutes later I felt the car come to a stop. As I was about to sit up and check out where we’d ended up, Tom pressed his big hand onto the back of my head and kept my mouth exactly where it was. ‘Whatever’ I figured, and went back to sucking. The back door of the car opened and closed and Tom was talking to the new passenger as he pulled away. “Okay, you can get up now,” he told me. “This is Carlton. He’s a guy who just loves fucking guys asses up with his poison cum. You still want it?” he asked me, a shit eating grin on his handsome bearded face. I glanced into the back seat and immediately felt butterflies in my stomach and that butt plug in my ass began to quiver. There sat the most hunky, beefy, beautiful black man I’d ever seen. Actually, I’d seen him before -he’s a hustler. Or I should say ‘escort’ but from what I knew of him, he’s a hustler. I’d fantasized about being fucked and totally used by a nice big black cock, but hadn’t ever been so lucky. Clearly tonight was my lucky night, and I was going to take full advantage of this luck while it lasted. “Hell yeah,” I told Tom. “Head to that club downtown,” Carlton told Tom. “Let’s put on a show and scare the shit out of some naïve young twinks,” he chuckled. I was a little surprised at the club we arrived at. It was a nice dance club, but mostly for more straight-laced newbies, and I’m sure none of the usual clientelle would ever consider having any sort of sex without a condom. Aah, okay, now I understand what Carlton was talking about -he wants these goodie-goodie guys to see him fuck me bare. Inside the guys dragged me to the bathroom, which was basically full and had a steady stream of young men coming and going. Over by the urinal, Joe had me face the wall, Carlton pulled my pants down, removed the plug from my cummy hole and stuffed in into my mouth like a man-sized soother. And then he just stuck his big black cock head into my cum sloppy hole. Immediately I could hear the change in the crowd in there. They were all in shock as it was quite obvious that Carlton was sliding into me completely free of a condom. “Take my raw fucking dick you pig,” Carlton said to me loudly so that they would all hear.
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  48. Jack every morning after showering- then let it rest and ripen all the rest of the day-- day old cum will curd up nicely
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  49. CHAPTER 2 – THE POOL PARTY Dalton’s family has a private backyard with a large pool—or mostly private, anyway. Our two houses are perched next to each other on an embankment that juts out from the street like a natural cul de sac, effectively separating us from the other lots in the neighborhood. A fence runs along our shared property line, and we planted a thick grove of trees to give both houses a greater sense of seclusion. Not that it matters. Brian and I are voyeurs, so “seclusion” is a relative term. Before Dalton moved in, we lived next to a family of five, and the Dad was a silver fox type who would jack off in the Jacuzzi when he thought no one was watching. We discovered it by accident: one summer evening, we happened to be fucking a boy under the stars when we heard a sharp grunt from our neighbor’s house. We sneaked over to the property line just in time to see the silver fox climbing out of the hot tub, his impressive erection still at half-mast. The next evening, Brian and I cleared out a few spots in the foliage where we could have an unobstructed view of our neighbors’ backyard without fear of discovery. Then we sat next to the fence and waited, passing the time by jacking each other’s dicks; before long, I was wrapping my mouth around Brian’s thick shaft while he worked two fingers into my fuckhole with generous globs of Tina-laced lube. My ass began pushing back on him, squeezing his fingers as if trying to swallow his hand. Finally, he pulled me off his dick and fed me the fingers he’d been working into my hole. As I slurped greedily on the taste of my chemmed-up guts, Brian stared into my eyes with his trademark combination of adoration and amusement. “Oh, my hot little piggy,” he whispered, “I sometimes forget what a trashy little chemwhore you are.” “Not only that,” I replied. “I’m your trashy little chemwhore.” He flashed an evil grin before sliding his fingers back inside my hole, this time working a little rock of T into the liquid warmth already radiating from my ass to my cock to my nips. At last, when I couldn’t wait any longer, I removed his fingers from my ass, positioned my hole directly above his precum-slick cock, and lowered myself onto my man’s throbbing shaft in a single hungry downward thrust of my hips. Just then, as I was fully impaled on Brian’s twitching raw cock, the silver fox walked onto the adjoining back patio. Within a matter of seconds, he dropped his bathrobe—revealing a muscular mid-40s physique with salt-and-pepper fur—and sank into the hot tub. His head fell back; his mouth dropped open. And then his right shoulder began to shake as he beat his meat, unseen by us, beneath the surface of the water. Almost by reflex, I began milking Brian’s dick with my hole as I watched our neighbor stroke his cock. Then my husband wrapped his arms around me and began thrusting up into my hole, my entire body trembling in anticipation as I braced for a load of his warm poz cum. Moments later, we heard the silver fox grunt—the same grunt as the night before. And as we watched, he pushed his hips and his cock above the water, letting his cum fly in a thick spray from his fat mushroom head. Three distinct ropes of jizz flew into the air, then down into the froth of the Jacuzzi. And that’s when I felt Brian’s raw dick pulsing and flexing deep inside me, flooding my tweaked fuckhole with a fresh dose of his potent strain. Over the next two years, the silver fox jacked off many more times while we watched from the bushes. We started calling it “the late show,” and we caught it whenever we could. Most of the time, I sat on Brian’s dick when the silver fox started cumming, and Brian obliged with another buttful of poz seed. In fact, it became such a regular ritual for us that when our neighbors moved across the country, it was almost like our favorite TV show had been canceled. We shouldn’t have worried. As it turns out, the real show was just about to start. * * * Jesse secured us a spot at the pool party. He explained that the adults weren’t really expected to swim—they mostly sat around drinking and talking while their kids played in the pool. When the day of the party arrived, Brian and I chose tank tops to show off a little muscle and fur. We also wanted Dalton to catch a glimpse of the bulges in our board shorts, so we boosted the profile of our packages by wearing cockrings under tight white jockstraps. We arrived when the party was in full swing. As we passed through the sliding glass doors and entered the back patio, I saw Dalton on the opposite end of the pool, lifting himself out of the water, his swimsuit clinging tightly to his ass while a cascade ran down the muscles of his back and splashed against the elastic of his waistband. I glanced over at Brian, and I could tell he saw the same thing. His eyes, like mine, were glazed over with pure hunger for that hot little stud’s hole. The hostess—Dalton’s Mom—took us through the crowd, introducing us to people we didn’t care to remember. (We did, however, run into a few of Dalton’s football buddies, all of whom would look fucking fantastic buck-naked and spread-eagled, trussed up in our sling and forcibly impaled on anonymous poz cock.) Finally, our hostess waved to Dalton, who was chatting up some bitch by the pool. Must be Melissa, I thought to myself. I hope she’s enjoying that boy’s dick, because she might not be getting it much longer. I watched Dalton strut our way, his tight pecs leading the rest of his body in a cocky little bow-legged stride. Meanwhile, his wet swimsuit clung tightly to his cock, confirming the presence of a thick, fleshy piece of meat between those muscular legs. He gave both of us the once-over. And as he did, his expression changed: he didn’t grow visibly uncomfortable, but his face went oddly blank. “Dalton, these are our new neighbors. Meet Brian and Tom.” “Hey,” Dalton said noncommittally, holding out his hand for a quick shake. “Hey, buddy,” Brian replied. “Great party.” Dalton nodded vaguely. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.” An awkward pause. Then, turning to his Mom: “I need to grab another burger.” “K, hon,” she said with a pained smile. “There’s plenty of food, so eat all you want.” As Dalton walked away, quickly regaining his confident strut, she turned to us and shook her head. “Sorry about that. I swear he used to have manners.” “Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Teenagers, you know?” I glanced back toward the barbecue, and caught Dalton looking our way again, his face still impossible to read. “He’s a little freaked out by us,” Brian said a few minutes later, leaning in close to me as we sat by the pool. “Definitely,” I replied. “Freaked out and fascinated. Poor little faggot.” * * * By that point, our dicks were straining against the fabric of our shorts. We needed release, and our first chance at Dalton wouldn’t come for another week at least. So when we were introduced to Charlene, a bottle-blond cougar who’d recently divorced and taken up with a much younger personal trainer named Jace, I saw the opportunity to let off some steam. Jace was clearly dumb as a post, but I didn’t mind—after all, that’s what muzzles are for. He was in his mid-20s, furry and scruffy, with a chiseled body that showed through his tight T-shirt. And from the moment I looked in his eyes, I had no doubt he was at least bisexual. After chatting him up for 10 minutes or so, I found what I was looking for: a pretext to get him back to our place. He said he was really into the Fast and Furious series, and I told him we’d just bought an imported box set that included tons of never-before-seen footage. Would he like to see it, maybe even borrow it? Of course he would. (Do we own any of the Fast and Furious movies? Of course we don't.) I winked at Brian as Jace and I slipped away from the party. Leading Charlene’s trophy-jock across the yard, I showed him through our front door and closed it firmly behind us. Then he and I stood in the entryway, staring at each other for a good minute or two. No mention of Fast and the Furious. We just stared. My cock twitched in anticipation, then twitched again. Finally, I glanced down at my crotch, gave my dick one more giant twitch, then looked back at Jace. With no change of expression, he simply dropped to his knees, pulled down my zipper, and fished out my rock-hard cock. It glistened with a layer of fresh precum. Opening his mouth wide, he engulfed me, sucking greedily and noisily—an experienced cocksucker for sure. I reached down to the small of his back and snapped the waistband of his shorts. He took my cue: with both hands, he gave his shorts a firm downward yank, exposing the muscled curve of his ass. My dick responded by drooling a long, thick rope of toxic cum into his mouth. “I need to fuck you,” I growled. He paused to consider. “You clean, dude?” My favorite dumbass question. “Of course,” I said with a smirk. “OK, cool—but you still gotta wear a rubber.” “No problem.” I grabbed him by the shoulders and guided him to his feet as I pointed toward the bedroom. “Now go get naked and wait for me on the edge of the bed.” Without even nodding, he did as he was told. Meanwhile, I grabbed the Tina-laced lube and followed him, shedding my clothes as I went. Entering the bedroom, I found Jace wearing nothing but a backwards ballcap, on all fours, his back perfectly arched to expose a clean-shaven, wide-open hole. I was a little disappointed that such a hot, furry boy would shave his ass, but then I remembered that a lot of closeted “straight” boys do that—they don’t seem to realize that pigs like me often appreciate a man’s hairy butt, especially when it’s dripping with piss and sweat and seed. “Look at you and your little shaved pussy,” I said to him, and he whimpered in reply. “You shave this because you hope some stud will mistaken you for just another bitch, huh?” Another whimper. “I bet you jack off thinking about a nice fat dick filling your cunt the way it needs to be filled. Don't you, boy?” He wagged his butt up and down, as if to say fuck yeah. “Of course you do, you fuckin’ faggot. Now listen, bitch: I’m gonna lube you up. But this lube is special—it’ll feel a little warm at first. It might even burn. That’s just how it works. Sort of like Icy Hot, you know? It’ll relax your ass muscles. Cool?” He nodded his head, his jockbutt still bobbing up and down eagerly. I scooped up a thick glob of our magic pig-lube with my right hand, spread his fuckhole apart with my left, and used two fingers to firmly push a healthy dose of greased-up chems into that eager, defenseless cunt. He tensed up, probably feeling the burn, but I just stayed inside him, rubbing his lower back with my free hand, slowly rotating my fingers to work the T into the lining of his hole. After a bit more squirming, he gradually exhaled in a low, guttural moan, and I felt a radiant warmth pass across the skin on my knuckles. He pushed his ass back against my fingers, taking me deeper. I grinned triumphantly: mine. As I removed my fingers, he yelped in frustration. I laughed. “Don’t worry, boy—I’m just putting a little more grease for your hole.” I scooped up an even bigger glob, this time with three fingers, then pushed all three into him, massaging his quivering fuckhole as he made a sound that was almost like purring. Then I pulled out again, and he reached back to spread his cunt wide open. “Patience, fag, patience. My fingers can’t get far enough inside you. If this lube’s gonna do your hole any good, it needs to penetrate further. That way you’ll be totally ready for my cock.” I reached into a side drawer and pulled out a needleless syringe that I’d prepared a few hours earlier by dissolving a strong bump of T in a little bit of water. (I always try to have at least one fully prepared booty bump on hand, just in case.) “You want to get lubed up nice and deep, bitch? Want to get your hole all good and ready for my dick?” He answered with a wordless groan. “Good answer, pig.” I inserted the plastic syringe as far as it would go, then pushed the plunger to deliver a giant payload into his guts. He arched his back even more as I pressed gently on his tailbone, letting gravity do the work of priming his hole for pozzing. As the drugs seized control of his brain, his butthole started quivering. I rubbed the length of my dick along that hungry musclebutt; he responded by burrowing his head deeper into the sheets and spreading his legs a little more. “Oh, and one more thing, pig,” I said to him, pressing my mushroom head against his taint, “I don’t use rubbers. Ever. And if you insist on a condom, you’re not getting my dick. Understood?” He reached back and spread his hole a little wider. “You just spread your hole for me. Does that mean you want me to bareback your hungry hole?” No answer. “Tell me, pig,” I said, grabbing a rough handful of his hair and pulling his head back. “Do you want my raw cock?” “Fuck dude, whatever,” he said, his voice shaking now. “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please shove your dick in me.” “Not sure I heard that, pig. Say it again.” “I don’t fuckin’ care. Please give me your dick. I need your fuckin’ cock, bro.” “You want my raw cock to slide in you, pound you bareback, and fill you up with a load of my seed?” “I’ll do whatever you want, fucker. Just please, please give me your dick. I can’t believe how fuckin’ hungry I am. Please feed me, dude.” “Feed you what?” “Cock, cum, anything. Seriously, bro. I’m begging you.” I grinned. “Good boy. Now brace yourself.” He exhaled—a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, I held his ass in place with my left hand. With my right, I slid the head of my cock inside his smooth fuckhole, just holding it there for about 10 seconds as I lubed his butt with some of my toxic precum. At last, with no further warning, I pushed the entire length of my raw dick into him. He let out another deep sigh as his starving cunt spasmed against the skin of my shaft. “You like this raw cock inside you, boy?” “Fuck, dude. Please pound my hole.” “You got any plans tonight?” “Yeah. Just with my girl.” “I want you to cancel. Got it? Cancel your plans.” “Whatever you want, bro. Please just fuck me.” “I’ll fuck you—don’t worry. But first you need to do what I say.” “Absolutely. Whatever you say.” “Alright, boy—then here’s what we’re doing. We’re getting dressed. We’re going back to the party. We’re saying our goodbyes. You’re cancelling your plans. And then you’re coming back here to get pounded by raw dick all night long. Are we clear, faggot?” “Fuckin’ A. Yes, dude.” “Don’t you worry, boy—your patience will be rewarded. I promise you that.” As we talked, my cock kept twitching deep inside him—and with each twitch, his wide-open hole absorbed another little dose of my virus. He would need as much viral lube as he could get, because in a few hours he’d be at the mercy of Tristan, our merciless dealer. Tristan was full of surprises, but one thing was certain: by the time he got his dick in this boy’s slammed-up hole, Charlene would definitely need to find a new personal trainer to fuck. MORE SOON...
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  50. So, am I too old to be a tina whore? I mean, I'm 57, but all things considered pretty hot. Or so I've been told. And I really really really want to live as a tina whore for a while and take as much cock as I can, especially once I convert. Cause that's basically what I am ... and am actually totally proud of it. Besides, there's no way I can support the habit to which I've become accustomed if I don't. And I never ever ever not ever want to give it up. It's just too fucking glorious, isn't it?
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