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I didn’t sleep very well. Last night was rough. I did everything I could to clean myself out from George’s load he shot in me. I thought that I was in the clear when I was able to get Rob to agree to play around. I didn’t think that what happened last night would go down. What ever happened today, I decided that I wasn’t going to let Mr. Lewis progress anything further. I shouldn’t have let it get this bad to begin with. It was early morning, and I needed to get ready for school. I gathered my things and prepared myself for my day. If I stayed away from the apartment complex all day then I could avoid Mr. Lewis and George. Hopefully I could avoid them long enough to only see Rob later in the day. I removed the chair from my door, and went to leave. I stopped and stared at George’s front door, recounting the events that took place there. The suffocating weight of him pinning me down to the mattress. His pulsing ass on my mouth. I shuddered to think what else that sick bastard would have had to me do. “Tommy boy! Good morning! Hope you slept well.“ Mr. Lewis came out of George’s place. He greeted me like it was any other day. I tried to walk away without responding, but he stopped me. “Hey there what is the hurry? Come in.” I didn’t want to. I was motioning to leave but Mr. Lewis had me by the arm. “Don’t be like that. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I just want to talk.“ I wasn’t entirely sure if I believed him, I stared back into the dragons mouth of George’s place for a moment, my heart raced. Then Mr. Lewis started pulling me in, shutting the door behind us. “Mr. Lewis, I don’t think I should be in here. I have class to get to.“ “Nonsense. You can play for a little while. Besides you haven’t even had breakfast.” As he guided me in I saw George laying on the mattress in the middle of the room. On his knees with his ass up in the air. “NO! I’m not doing that! You said you wanted to talk.” “I am gonna talk. I talk, you go down on George. Relax pig boy. He promised he wasn’t going to get up to any funny business. Just a rimjob. He really wants you to go to town on that pucker there.” He reach for George’s huge ass and spread it. His hole was a plump round juicy pink circle and it glistened in the light. It was almost the size of an actual doughnut. He stuck two fingers in and stretched it open. It didn’t take much. George was loose and I could almost see inside him. He was moaning at the finger play. “Doesn’t that look delicious? Nothing like fresh bacon in the morning.” “I thought I had till the end of they day still..” “Really? After last night? George here was fairly naughty and just had to sample you early. But he can still do so much with you later. This is just a simple rimming. Get down here.” Mr. Lewis grabbed me and forced me to my knees. My face was inches from his ass. The hole opened and closed as it flexed at me. It looked like the mouth of a monster, ready to devour me if I got too close. “I made sure to cum several times in there early this morning so his ass juice will taste delicious.” Mr. Lewis was behind me. He expertly worked my pants and underwear down to my knees. “You said this was just a rimjob!” At some point Mr. Lewis got his pants off and I felt him spooning me. His massive cock right under my ass. The top of his head tapping my hole as he made it twitch up and down. “It is! This is just a little motivation. Now give him a kiss.” I looked at George’s ass. Mr. Lewis was leaning against me making me move forward, his cock rubbing my hole. George’s moist ring an inch from my lips. Could an asshole salivate? I had flashbacks to the previous night. George pinning my head down and grunting and pushing in the dark. Each grunt sending fear shooting through me as I knew what he wanted. And now today here I was about to service his ass. “Clearly you need more motivation.“ Mr. Lewis jammed his cock into my ass causing me to gasp and lunge my head forward. My face disappearing between his cheeks. My mouth smacked against George’s asshole. It was salty and musky like last night but now it was very wet, I could feel my face getting smeared with cum and fluid. I hated to admit it, but it actually tasted pretty good so I stuck my tongue out and started prodding his hole. George was moaning as I swirled my tongue around inside him. “Good boy. You service that sloppy hole good now.” Mr. Lewis pulled out his cock and got up. “I got to go take care of some thing at my place for a bit. You just keep enjoying that ass. George you behave yourself now I won’t be long, probably.“ “Grandpa wait! Don’t leave me alone“ He walked back over to me. His cock leaking pre. He went behind me and slid his cock back up inside of me and began fucking. “I said eat that ass boy. If I leave this room and you don’t satisfy George’s greasy hole then I’m gunna fuck you and blow my load in you here.” I started moaning from the cock up my ass. “Get that tongue back in there.“ I started eating George’s ass again. Grandpa‘s cock went in and out of me. His hands on my hips. “That’s a good boy. You taste my cock on his ass?“ I moaned ‘Mm-hm.’ As my face was planted back in there. “Can you taste my cock with your ass?” I moaned ‘Mm-hm’ again. “Good.“ His pace quickened. His balls slapping against me as I felt his cock to the hilt. He was fucking me while observing my technique. “That’s a good boy. Now I’m building up a cum shot. Do you want it inside of you?“ I tried to mumble ‘no’ while I ate George’s ass. “Then you keep eating that ass. I’m going to step out for a little bit- oh fuck” his pace was faster. It seemed like he was battling between his urge to cum and his plans to leave. “Ooh fuck that’s good ass! I’m going to step out for a bit and you keep on what you’re doing, or I’m going to come back and shoot this load up in you. Damn, shit!” Mr. Lewis let his body lay down on top of me, wrapping his arms around my chest. His hips were fucking into me like a dog in heat. “Oh fuck I’m gonna blow. I was going to save this for later, but fuck! Aaaah! Fuck!” I brought my head up to protest. “Grandpa please no don’t do that!” Mr. Lewis slammed his cock in deep and granted has his thrusting and came to a stop. “Oh shit boy too late. I popped off.” “Fuck! No!“ “He he he. Just kidding. I didn’t cum yet. Who said you could stop?“ Mr. Lewis thrusted in me a couple more times. Knowing he didn’t really come inside of me I went back to George’s ass. As I picked up my tongue action again, Mr. Lewis pulled out of me. “Now you keep going boy or else I will shoot a load in you for real.“ Mr. Lewis left me alone with George in his apartment. I heard the door shut. I continued to lick and suck on the ass in front of me. My hands wander down caressing his plump feet. “That’s a good pig. You love my sloppy hole don’t you?“ He was wiggling his hips back-and-forth as I moved my tongue inside him. I could taste Mr. Lewis’s cum in there. George was stroking his cock and grunting. It seemed like I was going to get him off this way. That was good. I could satisfy him and be done with this. That way I could get out of there and get to class. “No good. I can’t stroke properly like this.“ George then swung a leg around and in one motion knocked me on my back and planted his ass firmly down on my face on the mattress just like last night. I was trying to yell at him but his ass kept me muffled. I was tapping the sides of his ass cheeks trying to get his attention. “Relax boy, this is a better way for me to jack off. Just keep licking my hole.” I couldn’t get out from underneath him. I tried to pull out but he was too heavy. Mr. Lewis said that George would behave so i nervously stuck my tongue back up his ass and started licking him again. His ass puckering and flexing to meet with my tongue action. The cum deposited in there was being squeezed out and filling my mouth. Mr. Lewis really fucked a lot in there. I swallowed it up and kept licking at his ass. George was seemingly getting close as I worked on him. I was glad, I really wanted him to cum so he could be satisfied. “Oh fuck! AAAGH!” George managed to reach climax and sprayed his load all over my chest and belly. Finally he was satisfied and could get up. I waited for a minute. “Huh, Mr. Lewis isn’t back yet boy. Now I wonder what to do with you now that I have you stuck down there.“ I started to push again, trying to dislodge my head from out from under his ass. “It’s not going to do you any good. How about you just lay there and except what happens. No one‘s going to save you now.” George started grunting. His ass flexing open. The grunting and straining continued for a moment with me trying to get away to no avail. But so far nothing happened. “Oh well looks like I got nothing to give. Lucky you, just cum to drink up.” I was able to relax better knowing I wasn’t going to be force fed. I continued eating his ass. Licking his hole. I continued for as long as it took to get them satisfied again. I was working at it for another few minutes until I felt someone grab my legs and put them over their shoulders. It must have been Mr. Lewis. I felt his cock poking at my ass. Strange, the cock tip wasn’t as large and wide as it normally is. It then penetrated and slid up inside of me. It felt very different. Skinnier than normal but probably just as long. “Oh this is a nice fit. How’s that mouth of his treating you big guy?” That voice was not Mr. Lewis. This was somebody different. A complete stranger was fucking me. And now he was starting to fuck me rough. “He’s an eager little firecracker. He loves my ass. Feels great having a young man eat me out again.” George was grinding his ass down on my face while the stranger was stabbing my insides with his cock. “Oh this is nice. You don’t mind if I cum in your toy do you George?“ oh no. The stranger was going to come with me. “I don’t care. Go ahead he loves taking loads. He took my load yesterday.“ “Gross! He let you do that? I mean no offense“ “Yeah the little bottom pig begged me for it. I couldn’t keep him off my dick.“ What the hell?! That was a lie. I didn’t ask for any of that. “Geez, I’m thinking my dick is in a little danger here being inside him. Oh well, I’m gonna…oh… oh here it comes.“ The strangers cock was stabbing in to my intestines hard and fast. My insides were hurting, “AAAGH! Fuck!” He spasmed and grunted with each stream. He pulsed inside of me at least 8 times then stopped. His cock still resting inside of me. I was still eating out George expecting the stranger to pull out. But he kept rocking his cock in me slowly. “Oh what’s this? Hello there Frank, enjoying my new boy? And… George… That’s an interesting position you are sitting in. Reminds me of last night when I asked you not to.” It was Mr. Lewis, he was finally back. Finally he’ll be able to tell these two to get off. “Hey he was rimming me like normal but he laid down on the mattress himself and pulled my ass on top of him. He’s really turned over a new leaf.” No I didn’t! He can’t just make stuff up! “I see. And did you…” Mr. Lewis asked hesitant. “Oh yeah! Already finished up a little while ago. My goodness this boy here graciously took it all. I told him I wasn’t allowed to at first but he begged for it.” Unbelievable! This bastard! “That’s… quite the escalation for him. Well then I guess if he really enjoyed it then you have my permission to use him like that whenever you like old George.“ Fuck no! Mr. Lewis don’t listen to him! He’s lying you can’t give him that kind of green light! Fuck it feels like this stranger is trying to work up another load in my ass. “And how about you Frank? You shot off a big one yet?“ “Oh yeah, I filled him up good already. Now I’m just working on taking a piss inside him.” Really? Another guy into piss who’s going to start filling me up? How many depraved perverts are in this complex? Is everybody going to fuck me and piss in me? “Oh, well that’s all fine and dandy. He is a bit of a piss pig as well as a foot pig. So go ahead and fill them up.“ I felt a warm spreading throughout my lower body. This new guy Frank was already unloading his bladder into me. “Aaaah that’s nice.” Frank sighed. I felt my insides reach their limit. I didn’t know how much more I could take. Luckily Frank finished up and pulled out. A little squirt of piss shooting out of my ass. The vast majority of it still up inside me. “Well then boys. I think Tommy boy here has had enough. How about we let him skedaddle onto class. He should be fairly bloated at this point.” The two men motioned off of me. I was finally free of the two and I got to see Frank for the first time. Younger than Mr. Lewis but not by much. Skinny with short buzzed hair. his cock looked like a long dagger. No wonder it hurts so much going in. I put my pants back on and Mr. Lewis guided me by the arm out of George’s apartment. He was rubbing his hard cock through his pants the entire time. “I’ll see him tonight.“ George said with a smirk. “Yeah, since he loves piss so much I’ll have him again too. There’s some friends of mine who have been wanting to throw a piss party with a kinky sub boy at the center of it. And I think we found him.“ Frank was enthusiastic. “That sounds lovely Frank. Just tell me when you want to set that up and I will send him your way. Invite as many friends as you’d like. This boy is turning into a proper pig so he’ll be able to take them all.“ we were finally out of there. Mr. Lewis still had me by the arm while we were in the hallway. He was quickly rubbing his dick, looking like he was thinking about something. Then he suddenly propoed me up against the wall and yanked my pants down. Before I could say anything he pulled out his cock and shoved it into my ass. Immediately started fucking me fast and furious. Piss was leaking out of me as he did. ”Fuck foot boy. You really have turned into a pig haven’t you? I never thought you would let George do that.” His fucking was intense. We were out in the hallway and I was getting my ass drilled by this small old man. I was afraid somebody might see, but not as afraid as I was previously. It seems like there are many weirdos who live here who probably wouldn’t care. “We didn’t I swear!“ I tried to set the record straight, Mr. Lewis’s drilling into me made it hard to speak. “Doesn’t matter if you allowed it or not. I know that position when I walked in. And I was gone a while explaining to Frank what a dirty boy you are. I know there’s no way he would have not taken advantage of that situation.“ he was grunting now, I can tell he was getting close. “Oh! I still have, ugh… till tonight. To finish-“ “I don’t care about that at the moment. You can be a foot slut for the landlord later. What I care about now is this. Oh! Oh fuck!” Mr. Lewis was beginning to reach climax. It was feeling so good that I couldn’t move away. I’ve eaten ass, I’ve taken piss in my ass and cum from a stranger, I felt so low. As I looked down the hall I saw Rob was standing there. He was looking at me with a disgusted look on his face. “AAAAGH! FUCK! FUCK! TAKE MY POZ CUM! YEAH!” Rob and I maintained eye contact as Mr. Lewis pumped his load up my ass. Whatever sexual bliss I was feeling previously was now gone, as Mr. Lewis pulled out I fell to my knees trails of yellow and white running down my legs. “I’m glad those barriers of yours are crumbling away foot pig. Next time I fuck that ass of yours. I won’t stop until you’re infected. I don’t care if I have to go five, eight, ten rounds in one day. I’m going to invite all the friends I know who have full-blown AIDS and have them help me fill you. Understand?“ He grabbed my head and moved it up and down nodding yes for me. “Good.” Mr. Lewis returned to his place, ignoring the landlord. I was there with Rob standing a few feet away. He still looked disturbed. I put my head down I didn’t have the nerve to keep looking at him. I heard footsteps walking away then I was alone in the hall. So I reached behind me and scooped up the cum and piss seeping out of my ass and started licking it up.

Chapter 6. Gay Gay Gay! A few days later I sent a text to my friend saying my step dad just left, and i had something i couldn't wait to tell him about! He said come right over. This time I found my friend with his speedo down, smoking a cigarette and already stroking his cock. I just said, you couldn't wait for me? He offered me a cigarette and said he had no intention of shooting a load, but was priming the pump. He invited me to his bedroom where he said he had something to see. We both got naked and in bed, and he turned on the TV and there was a gay sex video playing. I just said WTF, and he said he found it while going through his step dad's DVDs! I asked him if his dad was gay, and he said at least bi, as that wasn't the only gay video he found! I was shocked, but said they would be great learning tools for us! He agreed! We watched closely, and learned about something new, rimming. We also watched blow jobs closely, observing different techniques. We were both still uncomfortable trying with each other, so over a few months, we watched several of his step dads vids to learn more. The one thing we had in common, was our love of tasting cum. He suggested that we both jack off in a glass, and drink our combined cum. Fuck, why hadn't I thought of that? We both shot huge loads into a glass, and shared a drink. After I kissed him,tasting our combined loads and looking into his eyes as we both said GAY! I told my friend that ever since I turned 18, things somehow felt different with my step dad. My friend said he felt the same after he turned 18. I confided that my step dad had promised me a belated camping trip, and that i was afraid of what might happen. My friend said well youre legal now, so guess we'll find out if your dad, and you are gay! I asked him if he would let his dad fuck him, and he said yes as was only his step dad. He said he's put several of his own fingers up his ass already and loved it. Next Chapter 7. Fast Forward

Last night at Maspalomas carnival. Was an OK night at the sex club but no one I really clicked with. Was walking home and saw a younger guy checkout my package. We walked a couple blocks to a quieter spot and he started sucking my cock next to the recycling bins. We fucked right on the street and ended up with a couple of watchers. He was tight and it was a rough fuck but fun.

I was trying to figure out how to do what Mr. Lewis asked me to do. It seemed impossible. I can’t just go up to a guy and ask to lick his feet. That’s weird. And why would he sick George on me as punishment? I never even knew his name before now. I can’t believe how perverted my two neighbors are. He just shoved his foot in my mouth! Well Mr. Lewis has too but that was different. George on the other hand was rough and had a stronger flavor. I can still taste it. I spent the days trying to talk to the landlord. It was mostly all small talk. He used to have a bad attitude towards everyone I thought but since talking to him he’s been okay. Not friendly, but not as sour as he used to be. I found out his name was Rob. But other then asking hows work been or school. I didn’t find many opportunities for intimate conversation. He hadn’t even asked me about Mr. Lewis. Periodically I would glance down at his shoes, they must have been size 13 or 14. I must have been becoming more open to kink, since as I looked at him I was wondering what they’d feel like. He himself has decent hygiene so they might not smell too strong. But he does work on his feet a lot so they must get tired. I wanted to massage them. I imagined him relaxing in the couch, having a beer, me rubbing them after a long day. The scene seemed quite romantic in a way. Day after day I tried talking to Rob. I kept the conversations going as long as I could but he never put the effort into holding them long. I was getting worried. I only had a couple days left. I’d walk to my place and when Mr. Lewis saw me he’d ask me how my task went. “Howdy there Tommy boy. How’s your ‘homework’ coming along?” He stood in the doorway. “Nothing yet. I don’t think it’s going to be possible. He doesn’t seem interested.” I was nervous. “Oh not much time left. You have till tomorrow to get the job done. You’re not delaying on purpose are ya? Gosh if ya wanted George to come by, all you had to do was ask, he’s right next to ya for goodness sake.” He was giggling. Relishing the fact that my time was running out. “No of course not.” I whispered. I knew the halls weren’t good at sound proofing. So I tried not to alert George to what I was saying. If he could through his walls. “The guy give me the creeps. Isn’t he really dangerous. With everything he has going on?” “You love my poz cock. You can take it just fine.” Thats not true, I was always apprehensive about him fucking me. Every time it was forced but I did go cock crazy when it would hit all the right places, and all the right places deep, and hard. Horny version of me isn’t the same as rational version. “I don’t want to catch any STDs Mr. Lewis. Besides, you make me…” “And you love it all the same. If it makes you feel good, it doesn’t matter if a little poison gets in ya. He he.” He grabbed my ass and gave it a squeeze. He didn’t take his hand away. Instead he slipped it in my pants and started playing with my hole. “But I know old George has a lot going on in his balls. That should give you incentive.” “Oh! Not here.” He was digging a finger in. No one was around but public play like this always had risk. Just like last time. Mr. Lewis pulled out and licked his fingers. “Good luck hunting.” Instead of going home I went to go look for Rob again. I wanted to try and see if I could maybe invite him to hang out or perhaps drinks. Something like that. I walked down through the building to see if I could run into him, I don’t always know where he is or what he gets up to. But then we found each other. “Oh hey there kid.” He was fairly casual. “Oh hey Rob, I was looking for you actually. Um, are you busy-“ “Okay stop.” He looked as if he was already tired of the conversation. “What’s with you being all chummy lately. You’re not normally so chatty.” “I just thought. You know, well. I see you a lot. And we haven’t really gotten to know each other well.” “You want to fuck or something is that it?” That made me blush. I figured I’d take this as an opportunity but I struggled for words. “I wanted to hangout. And maybe that, if you feel like it.” “Are you still playing with the old man?” “…yes.” “He poz you yet?” “No!” “When was the last time you saw him.” “Well, I did see him in the hall a moment ago and he was pretty handsy.” It was uncomfortable having this conversation out in the open. But Rob was unfazed. “And you came straight to find me after seeing him, is that right?” “Um…yeah?” Rob put his palm on his face. Thinking. He stood there for a moment. “Okay what has he gotten you doing? Did he put you up to some perverted prank?” I was shocked at how astute he was. It seemed like the two of them had a lot of history. “Yes, I’m sorry. He wants me to try and…” I looked at his feet, then back to his eyes. I couldn’t say it. “…hookup with someone by the end of the week. And I remember you offering a while ago.” “Yeah sure.” He shrugged. “Really?!” I was ecstatic. I’ll finally get this done, and hooking up with Rob seems more of a bonus. Looking at him now, I realize he’s hot. “You said by the end of the week? Well I have a lot on my plate. I’ll probably be free tomorrow.” “That’s great! I look forward to it!” “Hey there kid. Don’t go creaming your jeans yet. I gotta get back to it.” He motioned to turn around and leave but he looked at me again. He patted me on the shoulder. “You’re alright.” Then left. I felt relieved. I wasn’t out of the woods yet, but at least I had a date planned with him now. Sure it was last minute but I didn’t care. I returned to my place, glancing at the ominous door next to mine. George was probably in there, or at work, or whatever he does. For a moment I imagined me myself getting fucked by him. It made me tremble. No thank you. Later that day I was playing on my phone. I hadn’t seen Mr. Lewis at all since earlier, so there hadn’t been any antics from him other that a quick fingering. There was a knock on the door. It might have been Rob coming a day early, or more likely Mr. Lewis for some sort of sex game he just concocted. I went over and opened the door but standing there wasn’t Mr. Lewis or Rob. It was Old George. “George? Hello, what’s going on?” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice. What the hell? What was he doing here?! I still had a full day! “Just gonna dump a load. Let’s get to it.” He said with a monotone like he was getting an errand done. He walked in put a meaty hand on my shoulder looking around for a place to do it while undoing his belt with the other. “What? No! You weren’t supposed to until I did something for Mr. Lewis!” He nudged me towards the kitchen counter seeing as it was the closest place to the door. Then dropping his pants. “Yeah I know about your bet with him. He told me to wait till the end of the week but I didn’t feel like it. Might as well have some ass now.” He bent me over the counter and was pulling my pants down. “No Sir. This isn’t right. You can’t just-” Then came down my underwear, exposing my ass to him. He spread my legs and started rimming me. He dug his tongue in and slobbered all over my ass. “Oh god. George sir. You need to…” he ignored my words. He sucked on my hole like he was trying to give it a hickey. When he was done he pulled down his underwear and started stroking his cock. “You’ve taken Mr. Lewis‘s cock. So obviously you don’t have standards. Which is good because no one will let my cock anywhere near them, not with all the nasty shit it’s carrying. I’ll be done quick.” He spread my ass apart with one hand and was stroking himself to erection with the other. What do I do? I have to think of something. I then felt his cock slapping my ass. He was adjusting himself and finding a good standing position and was leaning forward. “I see someone is dipping their hand in the cookie jar.” Mr. Lewis was there. He walked in to see what was going on. He was leaning against the counter watching George prod me. “Mr. Lewis!” I pleaded. He seemed annoyed yet not surprised with Old George. “You incorrigible man. How is your dick? Flareups bad today? Oh not good. I see a little bit of pus leaking out your tip. And quite a lot cheese on it. Don’t you ever wash it?“ “Yeah it’s pretty bad. But what’s the point? His ass will clean it off for me.” He then started poking my hole with the tip of his cock. It felt rough and bumpy. I was shuttering over what it might look like. Mr. Lewis was chuckling watching the diseased cock at my ass. “Wow that’s not a pretty site. Can’t say this was supposed to happen, but when a man has to cum, he’s gotta cum. Do your best Sunny boy and suck that cock clean with your ass. Hey George, if you wanted to you could sit on his face afterwards, and…you know.” He sounded like he was joking. A cruel joke. “Nasty! The boy does that too?” He was now trying to press in, my ass doing everything it could to keep closed. “Fuck it, yeah he’ll get that treatment too. You realize no one‘s going to want him after that.“ He was moving his hips, digging forward. I could feel my ass starting to open up. “I’ve had worse. I still need to poz him. Want to get a good thick load deep in there. Just need to break him down more. Plus my boy here is a natural pig. Aren’t ya pig boy?” I tried to refuse what was happening. “No I don’t want to do any of that!” “The little bastard is tight. Not having much luck getting it in.“ Mr. Lewis got closer to me and then swung a leg up on the counter. “I got just the trick that will help.“ He then pressed his foot up against my face. “Now breathe and relax boy.“ I couldn’t help but breath in his scent. Feeling the softness of his foot against my nose and face immediately went to my head. I thought of Rob while I breathed and for a split second I forgot who was behind me and I let my guard down. My ass relaxing. “There we go.“ Old George then thrust his hips forward and plunged his cock into me. It felt like a good 7 inches. It had sent a shock through my body. His big belly resting on my ass. ”Oh shit! Take it out!” He started moving his hips fast. Grunting like a beast. “Just relax my little foot pig. I won’t let him cum in you, he’s just going to have a little –“ “AAAAAGH FUCK!” George yelled and grunted. His body spasming. I felt a warm sensation inside me gushing out of his cock. “George? Did you really just cum in him already? You weren’t supposed to.” Oh god no. He didn’t. He fucking didn’t! “Couldn’t last. It had been a while…yup that spurt burned coming out. Nice ass though.“ George pulled out. A bead of cum dripping down my taint. Mr. Lewis looked at my ass and winced a bit. “Oof, didn’t know cum could look yellow.” Mr. Lewis laughed. “Shit. I need to clean out.” I got up. My thoughts to the bathroom. I’ll douche with mouthwash if I had to. George grabbed me by the arm. “All right then. I’m gonna take him to my place and feed him. If you hear screaming just ignore it.“ George pulled me by the arm. I was trying to take my hand away but he gripped me hard. “No you can’t I don’t want to!” We were now in the hall. George was opening the door to his place, it was dark and musky in there. I found myself tossed back onto a dirty mattress in the middle of the room. I couldn’t tell what was going on but then I saw a large fat ass hovering over me. George sat down and his weight pinned me to the mattress. His cheeks engulfing my face, the smell strong, his sweat salty. I was trying to push him off but it was like moving a boulder. “All right boy, hope you’re hungry. Because I’m not letting you up until your stomach is full.“ he then started straining and grunting. “Ugh..” his asshole was puckering and expanding on my mouth with each grunt. “Unf, here it comes pig boy.” “That’s probably enough“ I heard Mr. Lewis talking to George. “Don’t you think you should let him up George?” “Just a moment. I just need to uuuugh.” He grabbed my hair pulled me tighter to his ass as he grunted. He continue to push. His round pucker poking forward and back. I was kicking my legs trying to get out from under him before he did the unthinkable. “While I had been training him with kink and I’d be interested in seeing how he does with this. Hell, it reminds me of a while back when we shared that rent boy. You remember him right? That boy was talented. Why, he could take a spitroasting like a champ. After that night I think he was seriously questioning his life choices. You always did ring up the prices with all your more exotic tastes… Oh yeah, lost my train of thought there for a bit. So, uh, this was a hard limit he expressed before George old boy. And I don’t think he will be too compliant after this.” “Uuf… are you sure? Uuf… bit of an Indian giver aren’t you?“ “Yes George. But you know I was joking about this. He still has work to do. Remember what I told you about the big landlord? I want this boy to be servicing him soon. It would be difficult doing that if he was traumatized. So you’ve had your fun, now it’s time to get up. I’m sure Tommy here would love to eat out your ass anytime. But just as a rim job. In fact. Tomorrow morning, I’ll have him rim you for breakfast! How about that?” Mr. Lewis was patting George on the shoulder waiting for a reply. “Hm, give me a moment?“ George grimaced at Mr. Lewis. “Afraid not old man.“ “Huh, that’s a shame. Alright you head back. I’ll send him back your way.” “Oh you ain’t tricking me with that. Not like last time. Come now. I know you’re just stalling for time. You’ve been on him for a while already.” “…fine.” George looked at Mr Lewis for a moment then got off of me and I immediately got up and ran out of there. I locked myself in my apartment. And put a chair up against the door. Hoping that would keep anyone out. I didn’t see anyone else for the rest of the night.

I went right to bed after my time with Mr. Lewis. My ass and legs were sore. It was refreshing to hit the pillow and drift off. My dreams were random and uneventful. At one point I dreamt that the landlord was eating me out. I never thought about him sexually, but he was a rather handsome man. So I welcomed the lewd dream. Unfortunately it wasn’t lasting long, of course once dreams start getting good it starts to fall apart and you begin to wake up. This part in the dream was collapsing because the landlords tongue up inside me grew large and fat, I could feel my ass getting harshly stretched open. That’s when I woke up. But the stretching sensation in my ass was still there. I noticed my legs were up in the air and someone was holding them. As I came to I looked down and saw Mr. Lewis was between my legs. He was in my bed, digging into me with his cock. “Good morning my boy! Hope you slept well. Figured you would enjoy a friendly wake up call.” He slid his cock in me balls deep as he smiled. “Ugh, grandpa! What are you doing here?” I was groggy but was quickly coming out of it. A large 9 inch cock waking you up with penetration will do that. “I thought I already told you? Giving you a wake up call. No better to wake up then to being freshly fucked in the morning, right?“ he started rocking back-and-forth. Keeping my legs over his shoulders. “No, we shouldn’t.“ “You don’t like my cock?“ “No I do, your cock is amazing but…” As he kept plowing into me he looked at me waiting for me to complete my objection, but it was starting to feel really good inside me and I couldn’t find the will power to finish. I was still a little out of it and was horny as hell with Morningwood. “Then let ol granddaddy work his magic on your neg ass. Your ass was made for this old man’s fuck stick. You just lay there and enjoy yourself. This time I’ll do everything.” His fucking got faster. I couldn’t deny that his monster cock felt incredible. I knew he shouldn’t be fucking me, but I felt too good to protest. I tried moving my ass away but the sensations from the thrusting were driving me crazy. One part of my brain trying to escape. The other part wanting more. Mr. Lewis fucked me in bed for what felt like 20 minutes. Fucking me hard and fast, then slowing down and pacing himself. He was really taking his time on me. Then he stops fucking all together. “Ooooh fuck yeah.” “Did you just cum?!“ “Almost. Not yet boy. I’m not done with you just yet. You are my little foot pig aren’t you?“ “No I don’t think so?“ “Yes you are. I know you loved the taste of my feet, sucking on my toes, swallowing the sweat and grime from them.“ Mr. Lewis then grabbed my legs over his shoulders and held both of my feet in front of his face. “Here let me show you how it feels for me.“ with his cock still firmly buried in my ass, he opened his mouth and started sucking on my big toes. Slobbering all over them. When he did it was almost like electricity shot through my body. Holy shit this actually feels really good. I didn’t know my feet could be this sensitive. He ran his tongue up and down my soles, kissing my heels, and being utterly ravenous with them. My cock was rock hard over my feet being played with and I couldn’t help but clench my ass in response. Mr. Lewis still had his cock buried in me while devouring my feet. Not thrusting, but still very hard. He twitched his cock inside of me in response to me clenching my ass. He started sucking on each individual toe now, getting his tongue between them. I clenched my ass on his cock again, his cock twitched back. All the while he seemed entirely focused on my feet. At this point I was gripping my ass around his cock. Wiggling my hips side to side. Mr. Lewis was moaning. “Mmm.” He mumbled throat toes. As he serviced my feet, I couldn’t help but stare down at his, then a weird thought entered my mind. ‘I want to taste them again’. Wait no. That’s not what I was thinking. Was it? No forget that, just focus on what’s happening now. I gave his cock another squeeze from my ass, and this time it responded with several twitches inside me. Like his cock was bouncing on its own deep in my ass. Mr. Lewis grunted. “Mmmh, fuck boy it’s cuming.” He continued his thrusting. My ass was now being fucked while my feet were being licked. I didn’t know my body could feel this good. Mr. Lewis was really incredible with his technique. I felt like my body was being absorbed into him. I was being made into a his meal. If he was a giant and swallowed me whole I wouldn’t mind. I couldn’t help but moan. “Oh! Fuck yes!” Wow that actually came out of my mouth. “That’s right, just lay back and let grandpa feed your ass. Fuck you’re a reckless boy, accepting poz cum into you. I can’t wait to deliver you my AIDS straight into your ass!“ His fucking was now determined. He was quickly licking all over my feet and even biting my toes. He was like an animal. “No pull out!” “Then admit you’re a foot pig. Tell me how much you love feet! If you don’t I will spill the toxic waste from my balls into you! Oh fuck!” “Im a foot pig! I love feet, I love how they taste, how they smell, I want to lick the feet of everyone in this building! So please pull out!“ “THAT DID IT! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis pulled his cock out of me. But he kept his tip firmly pressed against my hole. He immediately started pulsing ribbons, and they sprayed it out from between his tip and my ass, running down and pooling on the sheets. His cock was spewing heavy streams. I could feel his cock throbbing, and pulsing with every jet of cum. Right in the middle of his orgasm, he started pushing against me again. It was like in slow motion. His cock still shooting but now starting to spread my hole. I tried squeezing my ass shut, but his tip was so large it was hard to fight against. I could feel my sphincter being stretched, the entryway to my rectum failing to keep closed. The pulsing of his spewing cock ever so slightly pressing deeper and deeper. his cum ribbons struggling to spray out around my pucker. I could feel my ring now wrapped around the tip of his cock. But then the pulsing slowed. His cock ribbons calming down. Mr. Lewis panted, sweat on his face. “Nice boy. That’s a strong hole you got there.” There were still small little streams of cum oozing between his head and my hole, so I kept squeezing my ass as hard as I could preventing whatever fluids from making it in past my very tweak barrier. With his cock head still pressed against my hole, Mr. Lewis raised a leg up. He raised my ass and pushed my legs to my head, my knees next to my ears. My ass hole was pointing straight up in the air. His cock was still poking at my asshole, cum starting to pool up between my cheeks, he swung his leg up and planted his foot on my face. “You are a foot pig, so pig out. Smell it, lick it. Eat your breakfast.“ At this point I couldn’t object. With his foot on my face I close my eyes and opened my mouth. As soon as my tongue made contact with his sole, the taste was euphoric, causing me to relax. And as I relaxed Mr. Lewis’s cock pointing straight down quickly plunged down into me. I tried to say something but he muffled my mouth with his foot. “Oh don’t be so dramatic. I’m done cuming. You’re fine. Just lick my foot. You know you want to.” He started to move his hips up and down again with his foot on my face. He says he finished, but with my ass pointing straight up you couldn’t see where his cock entered my ass because there was a cum pool collected on my asshole like a small reservoir. My ass cheeks acting as a cereal bowl holding milk. Mr. Lewis’s devilishly beautiful large cock was now sliding up and down slowly, sinking into the white puddle and into my ass. As he pulled his cock up, the, puddle painted his shaft white, then it went back down, diving down into the pool, then resurfacing, then diving down again. I tried squeezing my ass on him, clenching as hard as I could, hoping it would squeegee off his cum. He stopped with his cock halfway into me. Swirling his toes on my face. Caressing me with his foot. I couldn’t help but stick my tongue between his toes and taste him. They tasted strong, salty sweaty. But they were soft. My god I loved how plump and soft his feet were pressing into my face, it made me moan. He looked at me like a smiling little devil. “That’s probably enough for now.“ Mr. Lewis put his hands on my ass spreading my cheeks with his thumbs and raise his hips yanking his cock out of me. I heard a very wet blorping sound almost like a bubble poping in a pot of hot stew. He raised his face to my ass and started licking my crack, lapping up the cum that was spilling down my back. His finger is keeping my ass cheeks spread apart. He slowly circled his tongue towards the cum puddle licking it up drinking the white soup. He licked my ass and dug his tongue in, eating me out. It felt good and I felt like I could relax more. When he was done he let my ass fall back down on the bed. We laid next to each other. “Are you a dirty foot boy?” I was hesitant to answer but I had already said it once. “…yes.” “Good, I know some nasty fuckers out there who would love you. But for now, I want you to suck on my cock.” This man was insatiable. “More?“ “Of course, I have another load that I want you to swallow.“ Mr. Lewis stood up and guided me by the arm. He reached up and pushed on my head, sending me to my knees. He grabbed his cock and slapped it against my face. Twirling his tip on my lips. “Open up, grandpa needs to piss.” “I can’t drink that!” As soon as I said that he stuck his cock in my mouth. “Of course you can. You drank my piss before. I promise you it tastes better coming straight from the tap.“ He got into his familiar position, back when he tried pissing in my mouth the first time. “Well if you don’t swallow it, it’s gonna go all over your face and on the floor. Doesn’t matter to me. It’s your bedroom.“ I didn’t know what to say. There was a cock in my mouth so I couldn’t exactly say anything. He was tilting his head back and relaxing his body, so he was getting ready to unload whether I was ready or not. I couldn’t just let him piss all over my bedroom, but I couldn’t just drink it. His belly was flexing, priming his bladder, he was making a concentrated effort. I should work up the nerve to stand up and tell him to use the toilet. Yeah that’s what I’ll- “Ahhhhhhhh enjoy.” Mr. Lewis let out a sigh. I could feel the slight tremble in his cock and I knew what was coming. His tip immediately started blasting out a torrent of piss, quickly filling my mouth. It was salty and tart, but it wasn’t as bad as last time. I started swallowing, gulping down grandpa‘s piss. I didn’t want to admit it but it really was better than drinking it from a glass. I slid my mouth forward getting his cock deeper in, almost as if it were pissing directly down my throat. I kept swallowing fast with no time to breathe. ”Oooh that’s a good boy. How do you like being a toilet? You should be ashamed of how dirty you are. he he he. Keep drinking ahhhh keep drinking, there’s plenty for ya.” I was struggling to keep up with his flow. There was so much, it was so hot. I was imagining what I looked like right now. A guy on his knees with a perverted old guy in his room pissing down his throat. I could feel my stomach expanding. I was literally getting filled up on grandpa‘s urine. I really needed a breath, but he was still going. A couple of drops leaked out and ran down my chin. “Ah, not much left.” His flow was thankfully slowing down. I could stop swallowing for a second and allow my mouth to fill up while I took a breath through my nose. Then continued to drink. The pits then stopped, only a few drops were coming at this point. I grabbed his cock and started stroking it trying to get out all of it. I didn’t want any of it falling to the floor of my room. “Oh you greedy little fucker. Look at you milking my cock for all my piss. If you want more I’ll give you more, I’ll need to have a drink first.“ He pulled his cock out of my mouth and playfully slapped my face with it. No drops of piss, I managed to get it all. I got to my feet, catching my breath. I was fucked, had my feet licked, licked grandpa‘s feet, and drink his piss. He had to have been satisfied by now. “Perhaps we should end there for today?“ I asked wiping my mouth. “Perhaps. But one more thing lay back on the bed.” “For what?“ “You’ll see.“ I laid down on the bed and Mr. Louis got up and stood over me. “Don’t move your head.“ He then sat down planting his ass on my mouth, his sagging balls and still semi-hard cock resting on my face. His ass was musky and sweaty. I put my hands on his hips trying to move him. “Enough of that. Just lie still.” His legs gripped my head holding me in place. “Stick that tongue out and lick my ass a little.“ He clearly wasn’t letting me up so I felt like I had no choice but to comply. I open my mouth and located his hole and pointed my tongue up towards it. Giving it a lick. I had rimmed guys before, but not often and not with someone like Mr. Lewis. “Oh, nice. I figured you would like that. But that’s not the only thing I have in store. Since you have a belly full of my piss, I figured I would treat you to breakfast as well. Now you are going to lay still and swallow everything I give you like a good boy.“ I immediately started thrashing. Absolutely not! I may be shy and timid but I definitely have a line, and I am not going to do that! I was yelling at him but my yells were being muffled by his ass. “Oh stop you’re struggling. You’re going to love this. No use fighting, it’s already coming out.” His asshole was press firmly against my mouth. I felt his hole starting to part. Mr. Lewis was grunting and pushing. I can’t believe he’s doing this! Not this! But then, what I thought was going to happen didn’t happen. Instead Mr. Lewis squeezed out a load of cum. His ass was filled with cum and it started filling my mouth. I stopped struggling knowing that the worst wasn’t happening. “There we go boy. I visited a friend before seeing you. He fucked me good. I always love the taste of his cum, so I wanted you to try it.” I was thankful for it being just cum. I wasn’t even curious as to who’s it was. I gratefully licked up his hole and swallowed every last bit of the thick salty nectar. When I was finished he got up off of me. “Had you going there for a second silly boy! Ha ha ha!” What a sadistic bastard. As messed up as he is, I wouldn’t have put it past him to actually try that. My heart was racing, I was definitely fully alert for the morning. “Not funny. I thought you were going to do it.“ I motioned to grab clothes and swiftly got dressed, not caring that the cum on my ass cheeks soaked in to my underwear. I licked my lips, they tasted like feet, piss, cum and ass. Breakfast of champions I guess. Mr. Lewis sensing that I was at my limit, grabbed his ratty clothes and threw them on too. “You don’t need to worry about that Tommy. That sort of thing is a little advanced for you. Not saying that I haven’t done it for some particularly nasty fuckers out there. Trust me I’ve seen all, done all. But I wouldn’t do that to you. My favorite grandson. Unless you want me to.” He grinned “No! Absolutely not.“ I gave him a stern look. “Well now. There’s an assertive response. Good for you. We established a hard line. All else is on the table.“ and he chuckled and patted me on the shoulder. “This was fun. I’ve been having a lot of fun times with you. But I am sure you have work or class or some homeless bum’s feet to suck on later. So I’ll let you go about your business.“ he got ready and headed for the door. But I was curious about some thing. “Hey, Mr. Lewis.“ He turned to me enthusiastic to know what I had to say. “Have you messed with the landlord?” “Ah, now there was a fun time. Impressive cock on him. Nice large beefy ass. Filled him up several times, and did other things with him, I know his kinks. But that was a while back. He’s no fun anymore.“ “Oh I see.“ So it was true. Mr. Lewis gets around a lot. Mr. Lewis looked at me inquisitive. Then a lightbulb went off in his head. “Hey Tommy boy. I have some homework for you.” What could it be? What did he want me to do this time? “What is it?“ “I want you to service the landlords feet. It’s a kink of his. Lick them up good. He’s a tough nut to crack though, probably won’t be easy.“ Holy shit, now he wants to involve others? Where does it end? The landlord doesn’t even like me, I’m always an annoyance to him. I don’t even know his name! “I don’t know if he would let me. He’s a very intimidating guy.“ “Well if by the end of the week you are not slobbering down on his large bear paws, then I’m going to fuck you silly and I will not pull out. Every last drop in my balls will end up inside you. Do you understand?” I nodded my head in response. I received an ultimatum. An impossible task and permanent consequences for failure. Mr. Lewis opened the door to the hallway and stood there looking at me. “You should give me a kiss goodbye Sonny boy.“ I motion towards him, I never kissed him before. As I leaned in he stopped me then pulled out his cock. “Not there, down here.“ It was hard again! How does this old man have this much stamina? The door to the hallway was open, but there was nobody around. So I got down on my knees and quickly gave his cock head a peck. “That’s not a kiss, this is a kiss.“ He grabbed my head and slammed it on his dick. It went all the way into the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. He held my head in place. “Now start ‘kissing’” I ended up having to blow him there exposed to the hallway. I kept looking past his pelvis looking to see if anybody was walking through this early in the morning. “Oh yeah. Good job. Keep ‘kissing’ your grandpa.” his cock was getting hard in my mouth. I can taste the precum feeling me. It’s insane how much fluid this guy leaks. I focused on working on the large piece of meat in my mouth. I put my hands on his ass, rubbing his cheeks. Mr. Lewis looked down on me, seemingly proud of how much he had been corrupting me. “Oh yeah I’ll make this quick. I got a load ready to bust. Make sure you swallow it.” His hips were thrusting into my mouth. I was working his shaft with one hand and rubbing his ass with the other. The fear of being caught in the hallway was wearing off and I was enjoying the taste of this large fat cock head sliding cross my tongue and poking my throat. “Here it comes. Here comes grandpa‘s milk!” His cock started throbbing in my mouth. I bobbed back-and-forth on it until Mr. Lewis let out a grunt. “Aagh! Yeah!” His cock twitched and pulsed a few times and then started to shoot another load in my mouth. I swallowed every last drop of it. “That was a good kiss my little foot pig.“ He tucked his cock away and I wiped my chin. “He’s a foot pig?“ Somebody asked. To my horror I looked past Mr. Lewis and the man that lives right between our apartments was standing in the doorway in a bathrobe underwear and slippers. Sipping on his morning coffee. He looked older then Mr. Lewis, but taller, fatter with a tan and fully bald. Mr. Lewis put a hand on my head keeping me on my knees. “Why yes old George! This kinky slut just loves feet!” What the hell? Why was he telling him this? “Huh? Is that so?“ He walked over to me looking at me disinterested as if I were a mundane item at a grocery store. “Yes Sir! Would you like to try him out?” Mr. Lewis was offering me as if I was an object to be lent out. “Hm, eh, why not.” Old George didn’t seem too enthusiastic, or maybe he just hasn’t woken up entirely. He put his freehand on my doorway and removed one of his slippers. He raised a large fat foot up to my face. “Lick it.“ He commanded unimpressed with me. “Lick the nice man’s feet Tommy boy. You said yourself you’re a foot pig.” I didn’t want to but I seemingly had no choice. I opened my mouth and before I could stick my tongue out, old George shoved his toes in. He stuck his foot in deep, reaching my throat. “His mouth feels pretty nice, doesn’t seem to eager though.“ His foot wasn’t like Mr. Lewis’s. It was more rank and chubby. He was rough with me. I wanted it to end. But it didn’t last long. Old George dislodged his foot, giving me time to breathe and cough a little. “Eh. I’ve had better. Is he negative?“ “For now at least.“ “Oh interesting. I’ll probably use his ass if I have nothing better to do.“ “I’ll let you borrow his spare key when you want. He loves waking up to raw cock up inside him in the morning.” “Eh it still burns when I piss. But I might take you up on that. See ya Mr. Lewis.“ Old George returned to his place. I was shocked and confused over the whole ordeal that just went down. Mr. Lewis rubbed his hand through my hair and looked at me. “You won’t really let him borrow the key will you?” “Why not? He doesn’t get much quality ass. Not with his syphilis gono and dick warts.” “What?!” “Oh yeah, he’s not in the best of health. I guess I can see myself as a good samaritan lending out your ass to him for comfort. The least you can do is make yourself available to the neighbors.” “That’s crazy! I can’t have sex with him!” “Oh nonsense you big baby. But new deal. I will let him borrow the key by the end of the week if you don’t complete your landlord homework task. So if you wake up to a large man pressing down on you and a very bumpy dick roughly digging up into your ass, you’ll know who it is.“ I was in disbelief, I was speechless. Mr. Lewis started walking away. “Remember Sunny boy. Your homework. Make friends with the landlord real quick. Or you get a visit from Old George.“ Mr. Lewis left me in the hall. I closed the door and sat on the floor with my back against the wall. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Chapter 5: Just Say Gay. A few days later my friend called, and invited me over, but said no experimenting as his dad was home. He just thought we should talk some. I agreed. This time I found him at the pool with swim trunks on, and no cigarette in his mouth. This must be serious I thought. He started by saying that he thought about our previous question about experimenting or being gay. He said he kinda changed his mind, and was thinking that yes we were experimenting, but well on the road to becoming gay. I asked him why he thought that, and he explained that he was really turned on by seeing his father naked in the shower. Not only that, but he was always excited when the two of us got together. Even in his baggy trunks, I could see he was getting hard, and so was I. I added that he also said he didn't get hard with his female encounter, and he said yes that's another reason why he thought was at least on the road to gay. I asked him if he thought that was wrong, and he said that's what society would have you believe, but after doing some research, he found there were many gay people out there, both male and female, but they had to live their sex lives private. I admitted to him that after him telling me about his step dad fingering his hole in shower, I thought it was hot and tried it. He laughed and said so did he. At the same time we asked each other if we came hands free. At the same time we both said yes. He then asked me if I was up for more in depth experimenting. I said yes, but not sure what gay guys do. He said sane as straight people, but just up the ass. I said I wasn't still sure, but I'd think about it. He said he felt the same way, and happy I wanted to think about it first. I suggested we both take the first step, and consider us gay. At the same time, we said GAY and high fived each other. We then jumped in the pool and it was pretty innocent. We both fondled each other's cocks under our suits. Surprisingly to us both, I kissed him on the lips, and looked into his eyes saying gay! He smiled and kissed me back, saying gay! Of course I went home and jacked off a load as I'm sure he did.

Yes, some guys do say that. Other guys say get on PReP, get tested frequently, get all the vaccines for the various bugs you can, and get your ass into the pigpen with the rest of us happy barebackers. Protect your health first, then get your ass busy 😉

I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum in front of my landlord He looked at me annoyed. He was a big bear of a man. 6’4 over 350 lbs. He looked like he might have played professional football some years ago. But probably not any more since he’s in his 40s. He had thick muscular arms but soft muscle. Not toned, I could tell through his flannel shirt ripped at the shoulders. He had sort of messy short black hair and facial hair that was too long for stubble but too short for a beard. I was always afraid of him. He looked like he wanted to hurt me. Those cold eyes always had the impression he wasn’t in the mood for whatever complaint I had about the apartment so I kept to myself. Now here I was in probably the least most presentable way I possibly could be. I felt my face burn red. “Move kid! Before someone sees you.” He pushed me aside coming in, closing the door behind him. He stood in the entryway looking around the place, seemingly not paying attention to me. “Get yourself cleaned up and put something on.” He commanded with little patience in his voice. I felt like a kid in trouble so I hurried to my bathroom and bedroom, cleaning myself up with a wet rag and throwing on what little I could find laying around. When I returned to him he was leaning against my couch with his arms crossed. “If the noise was disturbing anyone-“ “Cut the coy act. I know you two were fucking.” Right to the point. He wasn’t someone to waste time on small talk. “Well… yeah I guess. He needed a favor but things got carried away.” “Yeah? He get you bent over his washing machine or under his sink while he plugs your ass? Playing it off as a happy accident?” “How’d did-“ “Everyone knows kid. The dirty old bastard loves to plant his seed in new meat around here.” I was shocked. How did he know? Was Mr. Lewis telling people? “He told you?” “Kid… there isn’t a single male body in this building who hasn’t taken that guys load up their ass.” What he said was insane. Really? Everyone? I know the complex isn’t large, maybe over a dozen units but everyone? There were young and old, and guys with families here. “He said it’s been a while since he’s played with anyone.” I said sheepishly. “Yeah, to him a few days would be considered a while’. He’s always out looking for new ass.” So Mr. Lewis gets around a lot. I guess that makes sense given his forward personality and insatiable libido. But if he had everyone then. “Wait, have you?” He stared at me as if asking wither or not my question was serious. “Dude, you’ve seen his cock? I mean, I’m a top but damn you don’t see big ones like that on everyone.” That was a shock. I couldn’t imagine what that would look like. There had to have been a foots difference in hight between them. This massive bear on his knees getting fucked by such a small portly man like Mr. Lewis. But then again I didn’t think I’d be in that situation myself. “Figured I’d warn you about him when I saw him flashing his dick to you earlier. But that ship has sailed. He’s probably already pozzed ya.” “No. I mean I think he tried to few months ago but I am still clean. I was tested recently.“ “What about today? Clearly he must have been very thorough with you.“ “He didn’t cum in me. He did plenty of other stuff, but I managed to avoid that.“ I rubbed my sore ass thinking about the pounding I received earlier. How close I came to getting another dangerous load shot in me and this time without getting it watered down with piss. “Oh shit really? Well for your sake you should probably keep it that way. The guy doesn’t care who he spreads his bug to.“ “Does that mean you are?“ “Nah, I take prep so it’s not a problem for me. I’m assuming you don’t?“ “I didn’t think it was really necessary too. I actually don’t hook up often at all. Plus I am busy with work and school so finding the time to get on that would be difficult.“ “Well that’s up to you man. Just know that if you continue to fool around with that guy you’re just going to end up poz.” He started walking towards the door, getting ready to leave. I followed him to open it for him. Wanting to be courteous. Before he left however he turned towards me, eyeing me for a bit. Then he reached forward and shoved his hands down my pants in the back and jammed a finger up my ass. “Oh shit! Why are you-“ as soon as I asked that he pulled his hand out and started sucking on his fingertips. “Hm, not bad. I can tell he gave your ass a work out. If you’re horny and you need to get off I can help you with that. But if you continue playing around with that guy I won’t be interested, I’ve heard of some of the shit he’s into. Just don’t let him start kink play with you. I mean I have kinks too but with him it might start simple, but you give him an inch he’ll take a mile with it. And keep the noise down! It’s like a PA announcement every time the old fuck has scored.“ With that he left me on my own. He gave me a lot to think about. And now my embarrassment has reached an all time high knowing the entire building knows what’s been going on. *some time later* It had been a week since Mr. Lewis came to my apartment. I had his clothes he left over kept in a drawer. So far he hadn’t tried sleeping over. I kept wondering what he planned on. We already did so much. If I had to uphold to my promise then I think I could handle whatever he had in mind. Admittedly some nights while I laid in bed horny I would think of some of the things he did to me. Not because I liked it or anything but because it was the only sexual activity I had that was fresh in my mind. Besides… his cock was rather nice. I thought about what the landlord said and his offer to ‘help’ me with my horniness, but I couldn’t muster the courage to ask him. Mr. Lewis had been his usual self when I passed him by. We had exchanged greetings in the hall but that was the extent of it. Except for today. Today when I was getting home he stopped me in the hall. “Hey there Tommy boy. Have a nice day?” He smiled, looking energetic. “Yeah it was fine. Long day. I think I’ll just relax for-“ “Come over my place later. It’ll be good to spend quality time together.” He grinned while rubbing his crotch throw his shorts. “Um I don’t know. Maybe not today?” I couldn’t think of a good reason to give him, not that it would matter to him anyway. “Remember what you said?” He raised an eyebrow at me. I knew at that point he was cashing in what I promised out of desperation. “Yeah okay…. I’ll uh, I’ll see you later.” Later that night I was stalling and delaying. I was afraid of what was going to happen when I went over there. My dick was semi hard but that had to have been out of nervousness. Every part of my rational brain told me to stay away from that guy. But I did swear, so perhaps after this I can truly be done with it. I made the short walk two doors down to his place. For a moment I considered walking on by to the landlord. Perhaps if he was around I- “Come in boy! Come in!” Mr. Lewis opened the door and already had me by the arm. Guiding me to his living room. He was wearing a tank top and sweat shorts. Did this man ever wearing anything else? “So nice to have you here, was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” “We’ll I’m here. Everything okay? You have a nice day?” A stale conversation starter but what else could I say. I don’t know anything about this man other than he was perpetually horny and had a huge dick and very soft feet. Wait, that last one was a weird thing to bring up on a list of things I know about him. “I’m dandy and randy. Especially now that you’re here. Sit with me. I’ll put on some shows.” Mr. Lewis turned on the tv and we sat together watching some generic show about FBI investigators or something. I was surprised this was what he had in mind. After about ten or fifteen minutes Mr. Lewis pulled his tank top off. “Just getting comfy. Don’t want to get too warm. You take yours off too.” He sat there playing with his nipples. His rather large nipples that stuck out a bit. “I’m not hot Sir. I’m okay.” “You said you’d do anything. So when I take something off. You do the same. And don’t call me Sir, makes me feel old.” “Oh okay. I’m sorry. What would you prefer?” I asked taking my shirt off. “Grandpa.” “WHAT?.. uh why?” That didn’t make any sense! “Because it turns me on, obviously. If I had a grandson like you, wooo boy, I’d never leave the bedroom.” I noticed his bulge in his shorts getting larger. “So now, how about you play with my nipple here, give it a pinch” I reached over and grabbed his nipple. It was firm and round. He seemed to like it. His dick bulge was now very prominent. “Good boy.” We played with his nipples while we watch tv for a bit. Mr. Lewis moaning periodically. So far nothing bad. Then he raised his hips and slid his shorts off. His cock sprang up and smacking his belly. “Now you.” I pulled my pants off keeping my underwear on. “No no! I’m naked here so you should be to. Don’t be coy you silly boy.” I got up and took my underwear off as well. Now we were both sitting there nude. My cock was hard. Mr. Lewis played with his cock while we watched TV. Him seemingly not paying mind to us naked there. Then he spread his legs and leaned back playing with his ass. “I have something for ya.” He pulled on something, it was a butt plug he had stuffed up his ass. It was black and long and wobbled. It had a wet coating to it. I wasn’t sure if it was lube or his moist ass. “I want you to suck on it.” He held in in front of me. “What? I can’t do that!” “Sure you can. You promised. Just do as I say and open your mouth.” He grabbed my face and looked at me expecting me to comply. I knew something was going to go down but I didn’t know what. I bit the bullet. I opened my mouth and took the plug from him and stuck it in. It tasted like giving rimjob. Mr. Lewis pushed and pulled the plug in my mouth. Essentially mouth fucking me with it. “That’s it. Taste grandpa’s wet ass.” Once the plug was clean Mr. Lewis pulled it out and gave it a lick and tossed it aside. “Good job Tommy boy. That mouth work of your is something. Got me real horny.” “Thanks Si- uh grandpa.” “Good. Now for the next part of your promise…” Oh god here we go. “What is it?” I was concerned. “I have three options and I want you to make a choice. Feet, piss, or TV.” “You want me to choose? So I can choose any of those? What happens if I choose any of them?” “They’re all self explanatory. No need to overthink it.” “TV. Definitely TV.” Thank goodness. I can avoid the humiliation of his kink play and we can continue the night watching boring cop shows. That’s fine by- “Okay, if you insist. Now then get up on my lap and hover that ass over my cock.” Mr. Lewis leaned back and wiggled his cock straight up. The cock head was flared wide and angry looking. Much wider then his shaft. About the size of a golf ball. “What?! I thought the option was watching TV?!” “It is. You ride my cock while I watch TV!” He chuckled. “But now here comes the other part. I want you to ride my cock. I won’t move my hips, but you have to milk a load out of me. You can pull off right before I cum if you want to. It’s up to you to judge on the timing but you have to make me cum using your ass.” This was crazy. I have to make him cum? With my ass? Could I really avoid getting filled? Sure I have more physical in that position control but, I don’t know. “Is it too late to pick feet?” “Oh? He he he, dirty boy! I think I know just the type of pig you’re going to be. But yes it’s too late. Now chop chop. It ain’t going to milk itself.” This was reckless, I stood up and maneuvered myself so I was standing on my knees on the couch, straddling over Mr. Lewis’s lap. His cock head pointed up towards my hole. I was trembling. Mr. Lewis spit on his hand and rubbed my ass with it. Lubing me up, digging a finger in. “That’s all the help you’re getting from me. Now lower yourself down and get to bouncing.” I did as instructed, i spread my ass and lowered down on his cock, the tip pressing my hole, I gradually lowered more and felt myself slowly getting penetrated. His head was big and took some force to get it in, but when it did it entered with a wet sounding pop. “Ow! It hurts.” “I’m not moving. It’s all you Tommy boy. Work grandpa’s cock up that ass.” I gave it a moment to relax, once it stopped hurting I wiggled my hips down, and got about half the length up in me. I then stared to gently bounce up and down. ”Good boy. Now you just enjoy that cock while I watch my shows.” Mr. Lewis looked past me to the TV. He wasn’t focused on me but his cock was still hard. I kept going up and down, getting a rhythm going. The sliding was getting slicker and smoother so I was able to increase the pace. “Oh.” I started moaning. It was feeling good now that I could control the action. Mr. Lewis was content watching his shows. I could feel my guts molding to his shape. My sphincter gliding up and down his veiny tool. The head exploring my colon. I put my hands on his chest. His pecs were soft and a little hairy. I needed the support to better work my ass. I kept going for long time. Going up and down. Even managing to slide all the way down and up. But getting his entire length up in me going all the way down gave an intense stretching feeling inside, like my ass wasn’t supposed to take this kind of length. “That’s it. Oof, you’re doing a great job.” I could tell his breath was getting labored. If he was getting close I wanted to work fast. I was enjoying his cock up in me but at the same time I needed to focus on what was at stake and my thighs were getting sore. Mr. Lewis was now staring at me, watching my ass going up and down on his cock. “Are you close yet?” “Yeah getting there. Lean over and suck my nipples.” I leaned down and put his perked up nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it while my ass worked on his cock. I was kind nice sucking on it. Mr. Lewis was moaning. “Aah, fuck you’re a naughty boy. Riding your grandpa’s poison cock. Yeah you love that fuck stick demolishing you. You’re so tight, so hot and wet inside.” I kept sucking his nipples and shaking my ass. Ignoring his dirty talk. I could feel his cock swelling, getting that iron hardness it gets when it’s close. I sat up right and bounced faster, sliding on his pole. He was pinching his nipples and breathing hard. My legs were killing me. “Oh fuck, ooh god.” He moaned “Are you gonna cum?” “Close boy, keep going, ooof, I’ll tell ya when it’s coming. You tell me when you’re getting off!” “Okay!” Not sure how much more I could take. Legs hurt, but the cock felt amazing. I wished we could change positions. “Yeah ride that cock! Oh! Yeah these balls are filled with a weeks worth of cum. Keep working it. You’re hungry ass is perfect for my cock!” His body was trembling his eyes squinting. I could tell he was ready. “Yeah boy! Fuck! Oh yeah it’s coming! Fuck my sperm is coming!” “Okay I’m getting off!” I raised my ass sliding up his furious cock. But Mr. Lewis slapped my thighs down causing me to grind my ass down to his hilt. “Not yet! Just a little longer!” “Wait that’s not fair!” I tried getting up but my legs were exhausted and I was struggling. His cock plunging me deep. I bounced on him a bit more trying to raise my ass up. My head was going fuzzy from the intense dicking. “Fuck boy. Grandpa’s gunna cum! It’s gunna shoot up in you! Weeks worth of poz cum!” “Wait no!” As I worked my thighs up against his hands, causing my ass to clench several times. “Yeah that’s it! Squeeze my cock! That hungry ass is gunna drink it!” I kept trying to work my ass up, squeezing his cock in the process. I could feel him getting harder, his meat throbbing with every anal squeeze. “HERE IT COMES! OH FUCK! AH!-“ his face was grimacing as his hips raising as he was ready to blow. I took the opportunity to raise my hips. His hands were still pushing down as my ass slid up his shaft. I could barley slide it up, but then the exiting stopped. “-AAAGH!” His cock head was so big it got stuck on the inside of my ring. I kept pulling and his cock head was pulling back as if it was stuck “AAAAGH, AAAAH! YEAHH!” I jolted up and his head aggressively popped out. I couldn’t raise too far so the tip was still kissing my entrance. Blast after blast of cum sprayed my hole. It felt like getting pressure washed. Mr. Lewis’s flow of cum was hefty. Cum got all over his lap and my ass. I collapsed on the couch sitting in cum. Mr. Lewis sighed and licked up some of his cum. The rest staining the material. “Ah, good game.” “You cheated…” “I never said I wouldn’t slap your thighs. So technically…” I got up, I slowly made my way to the door holding my clothes. My ass a dripping mess. “Well I guess it’s about that time. And you did a good job sunny boy. I guess I can let you go for the night.” Mr. Lewis walked over, his cock still rock hard and covered in cum like a glazed doughnut, still dripping everywhere, the tip seeping a weak flow like a salivating dog. My toes got drops of cum on them as he got close He stopped me from putting my clothes on. Rummaging through my pants pocket. “Just going to take this.” He took one of the apartment keys off my key ring. “Gonna drop by whenever so might as well have access. Oh and walk back naked for me.” I opened the door to the hall. My clothes in my arms. “Don’t forget your kiss goodbye.” As he said that he walked up behind me and put has hands on my shoulders. He thrust his hips forward and plunged his cock in my ass again *squelch* then pulled out *pop*. “Sleep well my little foot pig!”

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"Hey" popped in on the chat. 8:24am was the time on my phone. I'm sipping coffee, usual Tuesday morning, and heard the buzz from my phone. It was that college "twunk" from last night. Cute young guy, totally smooth Latino guy, no beard or scruff, <6' tall; so not really my "type", but whose picky? De had a sexy freshman 20lb spare tire on his tummy, and some fat balls between his legs, that he spread wide open on my couch when he wanted that BJ last time. I'd told him I was old enough to be his gay uncle's. His reply that night was "Guncle". (I had to Google that to be sure.) Well last night, this "Gungle" milked his young cock and got a sweet tasting load of cum. Can't complain. And now this text from College guy ... "Morning stranger, you up again?" I txted back. "Nah." College guy replied. But then he txted again after getting my joke, "Oh, yea I'm "up" "Damn those balls fill up fast". I egged him on more. "Fuk yea man. Constantly." he said. I imagined he was jacking ... and thinking this counts as "sexting" where I'm used as a chatbot to bust this guys nutts via texts, hah! Before I could txt back, he got to the point: "You free now?" "Yea for a bit. Round 2?" "Nice. I just need to be on campus at 9:30am." "Oh, not much time. Quickie then" "Yea", he agreed. Then he said what he really wanted: "Quick pump n dump cool?" "You mean up my ass?" "Yea. Like your pic." he txted. Now I got to think ... which pics did I send ... oh a pic of my ass doggie on the edge of a hotel couch I had stayed at. "OK, no prob. Give me 10 mins" === 8:45am. 10 mins I worked on cleaning my hole. I'd heard my phone buzz a couple times but ignored it. When I finally checked my phone, I saw College Guy was getting trigger happy: "Let me know", and then "Ready?", and finally, "I'm gonna start heading out, K?" Damn -- I know what that means. College Guy's head is talking, and not the brainy one. I finally txted back: "OK yup I'm ready". I unlocked the front door, put on the MILF porn that College Guy liked watching last night -- was this guy bi or curious ... I didn't care --, setup laptop, lube by the couch, ... then heard my phone again. "Just parked." he replied. "Door is unlocked." I txt as I saw College Guy getting out of his little Nissan beater car, wearing sweat pants and a hoodie, and then walks towards my door. I hear him open the door. "HEY" I hear his voice boom. "In here" I yelled back to him. I hear his footsteps creek across the old hardwood floor into the living room. "Fuck man" I hear him whisper as he walks up to the couch. I turn to look back at his cute young face gawking. Bare jocked ass up doggie must be good for him to see. No blindfolds needed. We saw each other last night. "It's what you wanted." I said to his face, he looked into my eyes, I saw his brown eyes gazing back, him not knowing what to say now, after his pent-up testosterone had taken over his brain. I reached over for his buckle, already seeing an engorged groin, unzipped, and out popped his hard 7 in pecker. "Early riser" I smiled. "Yea, I woke up hard and jacked it some." he said with a smile. I went to grab for this raging cock aimed at me, but when I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he blurted out. "I'm already ready man. Don't have much time", College Guy said with a serious strain in his face. "Damn", I said. "OK, then do it" I turned away, stuffed my face into the pillow of the couch, and raise my jocked ass up doggie right in front of his hard cock. College Guy shuffled over, pants still at his ankles, grabbed my waist, and shoved his bare cock right up my ass. No lube! No condom! No questions! I moaned when I felt his cock's fullness in my ass, and from the thought of his going au natural. He pumps his bare cock several times. His belt buckle jingles on every thrust. "Fuck" I hear College Guy say from behind me. His pumping stops. His bare cock slips out of my fuckhole. "All good?" I ask turn my head sideways. "I'm really close man." he pants back, his cock "No worries man. Dump that load." I command. I reach around from behind, grab each of his hairless thighs, and pull him towards my ass. His bare cock slips back into my used hole. His cock swells up inside my fuckhole. I know what's going to happen, and muffle a "Fuck yea man! Dump that load" into the pillow. "Oh fuck, here it cums!" he responds, as if on command from my encouragement, as he tightly squeezed my buttcheeks and leans his whole body into my ass. I feel the pulses. Fuck, I think, College Guy is dumping the load up my Guncle ass. The thought makes my semi-hard cock jump and dribble cum. "Fuck." I hear him pant. College Guy stays standing behind my ass for a couple seconds, then I feel his cock yank out of my ass abrutly. "Damn, I just couldn't hold it man" he pants and starts to walk over by the lube & towel I put beside me on the couch. "No problem", I turn my head and look back to see College Guy's cock is swollen but deflating fast, his fat balls are still tight, and a string of cum drips from his bare cock head. He quickly wipes the cum away and cleans up his whole cock. He sees me checking out his junk, he smiles back at me, and pulls up his sweat pants. I sense the awkardness could sink in, so I quickly look at my watch, get up, and pull up my pants too. "I gotta run to an appointment." I lie. "Oh shit" he says, and looks at his watch too. "I'm gonna be late for class." He looks up again, and smiles "Hey, thanks. Gotta run" and he literal jobs over to the door. "Later" I say. === 8:48am was the time on my phone. College Guy was definently a quick pump n dump. === THE NEXT TUESDAY === "Hey" comes the text. From College Guy. 7:53am. His text was a bit earlier but same day. "Hey buddy. Yea, I'm free. What's up" I reply. "Me. You free now" and for flair, a piggy emoticon too, hah!. "Nice. Yea" I text back. "No class today?" "Yea still got a 9:30. Need to dump this load though" "Fuck yea. Big load?" "4 days man. You be ready?" "Sure, what are you up for?" "Same as last time." "OK. Give me 10min." 8:15am "Almost there." College Guy txts. "OK. I'll be in back bedroom. Lights off if you want." I reply. "Nice, OK. Quick in & out." he says. "Yea no problem", we understood each other now. My Guncle ass would just be some hole for College Guy to dump his load in. === 8:20am. I hear the door slam shut. My head stays in the bed pillows. Hardwood floor creeking comes closer to my bare ass up doggie on the edge of the bed. It's dark. I hear a belt buckle flopping sound, and a zipper pops open, I feel a cold hand reach out but it finds buttcheeks, and then something presses against my buttcheek. His cock isn't lined up. I move my ass over to line up. I feel the pressure against my fuckhole. More pressure and in pops a swollen sensation. A quiet moan happens from behind me. My hole erupts in pain as College Guys shoves his cock down deep. I clench my teeth in hopes of not moaning back. He starts pumping. The thrusts aren't slower this time. I start thinking: young guy is fucking fast again, like last time. That big 4 day load is too much for his fat young balls to hold onto. College Guy is going to lose it again. And then it happens: that heavy breathing sound. This time he keeps thrusting hard. I don't feel his cock pulsing, like last time. Too much thrusting. But I know he's cumming. My cumhole feels much warmer. College Guy keeps pumping balls deep, and dumping his 4 day load up Guncle's ass. I feel his cock slip out. Sound of his buckle from pulling his pants up. A slap on my buttcheek. And College Guy walks out, and slams the door shut. === 8:25am I get a text just as I'm fingering my very cummy hole. Just 2 words: "Thanks man" he texts. "No prob." is all I reply. 5mins. Damn! === About every other week, College Guy texts me. If he texts in the evenings, he wants a long sloppy BJ while watching MILF porn on my couch. If he texts me in the morning, he wants to walk in on ass up / face down for a quick pump n dump that lasts a couple mins. He stays a regular FB for the semester, and then College Guy never texts me again.

The story hasn't died. Getting time to write has been impossible. Plus, I know this chapter(s) needs to payoff. I am working on it when I can. I'm hoping for next Sunday (3-26-23).

While this is true and I do support the concept 100%, it's a shame so many people have chosen to post what are pretty obviously fictional "look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i'm a whooooooooooooooooooore this is whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" tales under the guise of exploring/confronting their past. I recognize we can't call people out on this, but it really does cheapen the efforts by actual victims of abuse as kids to address their concerns and to let others know they're not alone. The price we pay, I suppose.

I finally had my first bareback experience. I started taking prep last fall but with work and other commitments I have not been able to play much the last few months. This past Friday I was finally able to get some time to myself and visit a local bathhouse. I was relaxing in the sauna and a guy around my age with a toned body came in and sat down near me. We exchanged some small talk and I slid over beside him and started to feel his cock through his towel. He quickly opened his towel and exposed a beautiful cock that I immediately got my mouth on. After a few minutes I asked him if he wanted to go to my room and fuck. We quickly exited the sauna and showered. Once we got to my room I lubed up and then got on my knees to suck him hard again. When he was ready he told me to get on the bed. He got behind me and rubbed his cock around my hole a bit and then started pushing in. The feeling was amazing. He slid in so smoothly. It was such an intense feeling knowing that there was no barrier between us and that his load was going to stay in me and not leave with him in a condom. He fucked me for four or five minutes at a nice pace. I was enjoying the rhythm so much I forgot about being bare. Then he started breathing heavily and his paced quickened. I knew he was close and realized I was about to take my first raw load. I felt such a rush. I clinched my butt and after a couple of thrusts he went balls deep and collapsed on top of me with a load moan. I could feel the base of his cock start to spasm and new he was unloading. At that point the physical and mental sensation was too much and I started ejaculating. When he was done he pulled out thanked me and left. I rolled on my back and laid there for a bit. I had a wet feeling inside me and after a few minutes I got up and used the washroom and then cleaned up. I felt guilty on the drive home. I am not sure why. I am impotent due to nerve damage from a tumor. I have no feeling in my dick and can only orgasm from prostate play. I am married but due to my condition and with my encouragement my wife is a hotwife. She has no interest in prostate play and has given me her blessing to play with guys. She doesn’t want to hear the details even though she tells me about her’s. She knew where I was there. She is also on prep since she prefers to go bare. The guilt subsided once I was home. Looking back at what happened, I really enjoyed my first bare experience. I can’t see myself going back to using condoms.

Yeah, I guess I was "chasing" before I knew that was a thing. I wasn't particularly turned on by poz loads like I am now, but I loved barebacking, so much that being pozzed was inevitable. Started taking raw loads in 1987 and became poz in 2007. I was surprised it took that long because I was taking anon loads everywhere I could - adult video stores, outside in the woods, anyone who would take me home, blindfolded at my place, bathhouses, sex clubs. I'm sure if online apps were a thing back then, it would've happened much sooner.

Long tome ago I met someone in a bookstore and sucked him off. He said no one could ever make him cum from just a bj before me. He kept calling and I'd suck him for 40-60 minutes and swallow his load. I began sleeping over his place and he'd big spoon me after he shot his load. He had been fingering me from the first day while I sucked, now he would fuck me with only about 5-6" of his 10" fat fat dick. Took his time easing half his dick in. One day he started fucking like usual but now keeps adding more lube and push deeper. Soon he's al the way inside, never thought he could make that happen especially because of how thick. It hurt a little being stretched but pleasureable how deep. After that he always bred me balls deep and fall asleep inside me. Gently dominant but he was determined all his babies were going in. The deepest loads I ever got.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lV47uEw4yE2c wow....can i be next.....woof!

I had my first man in 1977, got fucked/fucked and since it was pre hiv/aids, it was bareback. Once the plague hit, I made the conscious decision to only fuck/get fucked bareback. NEVER had a condom on/in me.

Just took a load in a hotel while away from the bf. Guy met me at the elevator chatted me up and asked to come back to my room. Wanted to use condoms but I had vaseline and it broke, got his load deep in my hole. Looking for more now, one guy on the way and one who wants to fuck my cum filled hole in an hour.

Nasty but very hot. Young Tommy well on the way to being a poz pig.

Yes Tommy doesn’t was to be infected. Is definitely opening up to kink more but he still has his cautious side. George definitely didn’t wear a condom and never would Mr. Lewis more would he want others too. He was loving Tommy getting his ass pumped with George’s rancid ball juice even though it was sooner then he planned.

Brain and ass just seem to be ignoring HIV in favor of his sexual bliss. And indeed, why not? But so far I'm not convinced that Tommy has come around to craving any disease as craving the increasing degree of his sexual pleasure. It really is up to each of us to decide our level of risk; and how much it seems to matter. I have gotten and had treated all of the things we understand (so far) that George's dirty cock did to him our young ingenue Tommy. There was no mention of a stealthily applied condom but that just seems inconsistent to what Mr Lewis and George seem to have previously conspired to do. It would seem so far that the landlord is PrEPped and thus most likely tested and treated regularly. Landlord manages his risk actively (we think, so far). If the landlords assertion that Mr Lewis (and evidently now George) have interacted with all the neighbors there are myriad paths to emerge. Our lovely author @Justinrain could easily have neighbors yet to be introduced; and characters who will expand Tommy's sexual experience and pleasures while not yet actively embracing his risks of disease. Having observed his skillful layering in the past; I am anticipating we've some layers to experience. Mr Lewis while sexually energetic are more likely to simply give into disease without fretting accepting its inevitable path. Tommy might really observe the effects of whatever took hold from George's assault; and it is unlikely that nothing infected him and those will show symptoms relatively quickly. Tommy might get those treated; potentially even get On Demand PrEP and then forget he has it while he pursues an increasingly hedonistic path. (the Landlord might introduce a storyline shift). Definitely looking forward to the next chapter!!!

You think George was successful in his attempts? Mr. Lewis did try and get him off Tommy, albeit taking his time with it.

Met a guy off grinder. He fucked my ass with his 10” black dick. Came in me three times. I’m leaking cum out. I never leak cum cause I’m so tight. Is it bad if I’m looking for more?

This isn’t complicated. You want something that has a risk attached, but you want it with no risk. Your distress comes from the fact that you can’t have what you want, and you’re too afraid to get it any other way. No amount of fretting is going to change it. If you want bare, you accept some risk. Period. If you absolutely cannot tolerate the thought of coping with what would happen if you got HIV, then put going bare out of your mind. Make the decision and quit worrying about it. There are lots of things in life we have to choose not to do, and we live with the choices. On the other hand, there are ways to approach it by drastically reducing the risk - PrEP - being the biggest factor. Ignore these people telling you to find friends who are givers/chasers. If you don’t want to become positive, they’re going to give you lousy advice, and conceivably try to harm you - avoid like plague. Even if you mitigate your risk of HIV to the max, the more you fuck bare, the more certain it is that you’ll ultimately pick up an STD. Again, if you can’t deal with it, no bare for you. It’s something you have to accept. There’s nothing anyone here can do to get you over your fear of the water. We can give you information. We can tell you what we’ve done. But making the decision to swim is all you. We can’t push you into the pool.

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.”

Chapter 4: Let's Talk. Although I wanted to tell my friend about what I did on the phone, I knew it had to be in person. It was a few days before he called saying his dad was away, and invited me over. I'm glad it had been a few days, as it gave me some time to think about things. Was I gay, or simply experimenting? I convinced myself it was just experimenting. I was curious to hear what my friend thought. When I arrived he was once again on a lawn chair smoking a cigarette. I got on the chair next to him, and he offered me one. Although not fond of them, I was nervous and thought it would help. Aparently he was nervous too as he immediately lit up another cigarette right after smoking the first. As it turns out, so did I. Luckily it was him that broke the ice by saying he had something to ask me. Funny enough, it was the same question I had for him. Do you think we're gay or just experimenting? I told him I had thought about it and felt it was experimenting. I then asked if he had ever been with a girl, and he said yes, but no sex just making out and kissing. He said that they did get naked and the girl said she wanted him to fuck her, but was a virgin and afraid of his huge cock. He said it was odd, as he didn't get hard with her like he did when we got together. He then asked if I had ever been with a girl, and I admitted I hadn't. I was body conscious and although I wouldn't mind being with a girl, I'd never make the first move, she would have to. He joked saying maybe he should fix us up as she'd be able to take my cock. What an ass, but that's what friends are for! Of course, I always get the last jab in, and told him I was gonna let him taste my cum before, but not now! Of course I was kidding and we both pulled our shorts down and started stroking. It wasn't long before he reached over stroking my cock, and me his. It was amazing stroking a cock at least 2 inches longer than mine. I think he enjoyed stroking mine too as where he had me on length, I had him on girth. It wasn't long before we both shot our loads, and tasted each others cum. His was tasty, but as usual more watery than my thick creamy loads. We then jumped into the pool to rinse off, but I didn't stay long, lying by saying my step dad had plans for us. In reality, I wanted to get home and think about what all had happened earlier. Of course, I was still horny, got naked, grabbed my bottle of lotion and started fingering my hole. This time using my index finger and getting it in up to the knuckle. I'm not sure if I actually hit my prostrate, but I did shoot my first hands free load! Next up. Chapter 5: Just Say Gay

How many of you feel a need to make up for lost time hooking up after the events of the last 3 years? I know I do, while I did hookup a few times during COVID and never completely stopped for Monkeypox, it feels like I am hornier than ever. It doesn't help that I'm over 50 and lost a year 5 years ago due to going through cancer treatment. Anyone else feeling greater urgency?

I'm not 100% sure if it's because of COVID & MPX, but I've been going to the sauna pretty much every weekend, since MPX quietened down (and a bit before it reared its head). It's pretty much the only time i have sex, but I've swapped from top to bottom and do my utmost to take as many raw cocks and loads as I can while there. I've definitely become MUCH more of a slut since lockdowns, etc., something I'm very happy and not ashamed about!

Yeah sure. I can come up with something

I was fucked by this Dom who saved shot glasses full of cum in his freezer, he melted 3 and make me eat it before lying under his rimchair for an hour.

Indeed there are a number of risk mitigation strategies one might employ. In my world the number of neg or undet represent the majority of local available playmates. So with our without PrEP my risk is quite low to begin with. After that it seems for me to be a cost/benefit situation; including cost to me and cost to society. I love poz talk and if it turned out that one of my play buds was poz and passed it to me; it would be "just another thing to manage". PrEP seems to pour a shit ton of money into pharma industry

Tommy can’t recognize anymore where is the border he shouldn’t cross. George did too much this time but I hope Tommy’s brain and ass craves poz cum unconsciously. Again, thank you for another hot chapter!

Even funnier buddy! Fuck man I wish you were in the same room so that I could hug you cock to cock!

Great piece of writing☣️☣️. Another chapter??

Taking the cum up the ass is the best solution!

I hope the author of this story doesn't onject, but I've reproduced below, an 'English Language only' version (ommitting the sections written in a foreign language) of this tale - to allow the story to be enjoyed without interupting the reader's 'train of thought'- by having to swiftly scroll down in places. Also, I've taken the liberty of separating out lines of conversation (to make any horny exchanges clearer) and I've made a few spelling / typing corrections where necessary. Again, I hope the author won't mind. Another member may want to do the same with the foreign language version. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I was still pretty young when I downloaded a gay dating app and I had my first sexual encounter. I went to the house of a 30 year old man, who was very big; hairy and had a very thick and long cock. He was delighted with my small body, thin and hairless. I knew that the safe thing was to use a condom and in fact, before our meeting, I'd made sure he understood that he was only allowed to me fuck with a condom, which he accepted. He started kissing me all over my body and making me suck his huge cock. Being my first time I was very, very nervous, but also exciting, having a man like that in front of me, encouraged me to continue letting myself do everything. When he started eating my ass I felt in the clouds! Then he started to stick his finger in me, with the help of his saliva. I had no problem, as I was fascinated by that sensation of something in my ass. Then he started to put his cock in my ass, just rubbing his head. He made an attempt to start penetrating me, but I reminded him to put on a condom. He wanted to put on a condom that he had saved, but I'm smarter and I told him he should use one that I brought. I've seen things on the internet, so I know there are people who pierce condoms. He put on the condom I gave him and began to penetrate me. He had me on all fours, with my ass standing up for him to fuck me. Although he started slowly, soon he was fucking me quite hard and I was resisting, because although it hurt, it was more my taste for that sensation of a man fucking me. At one point, he pulled his penis out of my ass, pulled out a bottle of lube and started putting it in my ass. It seemed very strange to me, since I felt that with his saliva, I was already quite lubricated. But perhaps a top prefers the sensation of penetrating with a lot of lubricant. He started fucking me again and this time, it got really intense. He was fucking me so hard that he looked like a different man. He was holding me tight, spanking me and scratching my back. He started to moan very loudly and told me: "I'm going to leave all my sperm inside you!" I told him no and I tried to turn around to get him out of my ass, but with all his weight on top of me, he held me too tightly to wriggle free. "Stop1 Please! You're a stranger and I trusted you!" "You're just a stupid young man. Didn't your mommy tell you not to trust strangers?" "Please!" "Your little ass feels so good, it would be a waste not to get you pregnant." he gloated. He began to moan agitatedly. Then suddenly, I felt his semen shoot inside me. It felt hot and was actually a sensation that I liked. Were it not for the fact that I was afraid of having contracted a disease, I would have enjoyed it. He continued with his penis inside me but after a while, he took it out and I saw the condom, torn and broken. Then a big jet of sperm came out of my ass. "I got you very pregnant, little bitch." he said. "Why did you do that?" I asked, whilst holding back the urge to cry. "I already told you, Rich little asses have to be impregnated." he replied. "At least tell me you don't have any disease?" "I'd like to lie to you and let you go home relieved, but the truth is that I'm poz. I haven't taken medication in a long time, so my viral load is 75,000 - which is easily detectable." He smiled, a devilish smile. "What does that mean?" I asked. "That no matter what you do now, my toxic DNA will change your state forever. Sooner or later it's going to happen to passive youngsters like you, so be grateful that I was the one who left my virus inside you." The way he said it was so nonchalant. As he said this, Inoticed that his penis hadn't decreased in size, whilst mine, which had been shrunken in fright, now began to grow again. He noticed this too. "....and from what I see, you're liking what I told you, right?" I didn't know what to say, I just stayed silent. "Come on, now that my semen is deep inside you, we should continue. You are very young so your system will fight the virus hard when you start taking medication. in the meantime, give in to your dirty desires and let me inject you with more poison." He got behind me, wrapped his arms around my body and started kissing my neck. Before I knew it, I was on my ass again, ready for more of his venom. Still, he noticed when a tear escaped my eye, saying: "Don't cry. This is what a true bottom should do, give himself completely to his alpha male......... and believe me, I'm not going to be the only one you let inject his viral load inside you1" Then he fucked me again. He fucked me all afternoon amd when the hours had passed, he had cum inside me five times. He kissed me with great passion and repeatedly reminding me, that I was getting pregnant and that my body would belong to him forever. When it was time for me to go, he kissed me again softly but very lovingly, before saying: "Remember baby, youngsters have to be infected."

Went to Corpus Christi with a bud for spring break and while the weather hasn't been great that means there's also a lot more guys on apps looking. Hooked up with a really cute 18 white guy last night who really wanted to do a three way and lined up another Latino guy to join. We took turns flip fucking raw and once the other guy was spent he left. I stayed the night with the kid and we swapped again in the morning when we woke up. Love that he took up both raw, no questions. I left to go back to my hotel to change but got messaged by a hot white trash looking guy who could host and was down to flip fuck raw. He had a really nice big cock, was good with raunchy nasty talk. Pumped two loads balls deep in me and wound up blasting a load in him too after he changed his mind and told me to cum inside him. After we were done he teased me about already being bred and asked who it was, so I told him. We swapped digits as he said he was cool to hook up again.

Yes. Obviously, making babies is biology, however, societies have always used couple dynamics as a means of building a power base (through arranged marriages) and controlling the masses (by requiring the permission of the church or government to wed). The term, "straight", as it refers to sexuality, has only been in use for about 50 years. It was coined as a response to the use of the term, "gay", that was gaining popularity to describe it's opposite. The problem with these terms is that they preclude the possibility of something present in the middle. Strict adherence to the terminology disrupts what should be normal friendships and interactions between people. Same gender friendships can no longer be close for fear of being perceived as "gay". The terms used to describe sexuality are relatively modern constructs, and even at that, the meaning of these terms has changed over time. I recommend this article if you're interested in how some of the terms were created: [think before following links] https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20170315-the-invention-of-heterosexuality

@SecretCumWhorethat is horrible. Sorry to hear that about your buddy. Did the cop pose as an underage on grindr and your buddy tried to meet? Thanks for the advice. These days I just ask them to send me a photo of their ID before anything.

Second favourite thing to do with used condoms from cruising areas is to be fed them. First favourite is to be lubed with them.

Chapter 11: The Threat When all the planning discussion had ended, they all sat back, looking a bit exhausted – not from hearing the voice, but from the sheer amount of information that their brains had just processed. As Dean said later, it was like taking an all-nighter of final exam cramming for a course where you’d skipped four-fifths of the classes, and then squeezing it all into a quarter of an hour. What had become clear to all of them was that they had been overruled. For months, they (or most of them) had demurred from the possibility of contacting other members of the Nora Ludlow bloodline. Now, it had become plain that the duty imposed on them by the voice truly forced them to do this with the results of all their research as a first step. Several of them took part in the work of locating and booking a venue for their planned event. A great deal of anxious thought went into writing the mass email they planned to send out. Each of them took a turn at playing the skeptical recipient, wondering why somebody had sent them an email invitation to a reunion of descendants of someone they’d never even heard of. Thanks to her extensive theatre background, Dayna did this better than anyone – although the eternally-sardonic and ironic Deidra ran her a close second. Jaysen, too, proved to be surprisingly good at picking holes in their communal efforts. In the end, they’d come up with a letter which had withstood the most determined efforts to knock it apart, a letter which (they hoped) combined the qualities of enticement and open-eyed innocence in equal quantities. By common consent, it had been created as a joint missive from Dean and Dayna. Since both of them had careers where they could be easily researched by suspicious readers, it was hoped that there names would serve as a guarantee of sincerity. ******************** Dear __________: We’re writing to you today to send you an exciting invitation to our extended family reunion. We are planning to bring together as many as possible of the nearly one thousand known living descendants of Nora Ludlow, who was born in Chicago in 1890 and passed away in that city in 1939. To give you a reference point, we are 31-year-old twins, and Nora Ludlow was our three-times-great-grandmother. It’s time for all of us to be seen and heard! Our own family has proven to be full of people with unusual skills and interests, and we’re sure the same will be true of all of you as well. We’ll be looking forward to sharing these unique skills and interests with each other. At this reunion, we will have some striking family-related news to communicate to all of you. The reunion is planned for Chicago, in order to make attendance as easy as possible, especially for those coming from outside the country. We’re looking forward to getting to meet in person as many of you as can make it. The big reunion will be held on the weekend of October 3-5, 2025, at the Riverview Grande Hotel, 290 N Clark St, Chicago, IL 60654, with the main event at 3:00 pm on Saturday, October 4. At this event, there will be hors d’oeuvres and a free bar, with dinner to follow. PLEASE REPLY to this email invitation by September 19, 2025, to indicate whether you will be “coming”, “not coming”, or “possible but not yet sure.” If coming [1] Indicate any dietary concerns which we will do our best to accommodate. [2] Transfer $35 for dinner to the reunion email address given below. For any more detailed questions or concerns, email us at: [think before following links] https://ludlowclanreunion.org/admins/ Note: Due to the size of the group being invited, we can only accommodate at this event those people who are direct bloodline descendants of Nora Ludlow. For hotel reservations, at the special reunion rate of $119/night, send email with “Ludlow Clan Reunion” in the subject line to: [think before following links] https://riverviewgrandechiil.com/ Yours truly, Dean Coultridge and Dayna Coultridge, Reunion Organizing Co-Chairs, San Diego CA ******************** Jaysen was the first to volunteer to underwrite part of the cost to keep the prices reasonable. Others in the group volunteered what they could afford. Jaysen also gave them some invaluable help in organizing and setting up a whole series of blind email addresses so they could send the messages out from multiple accounts without getting snagged by anti-spamming regulations, since every message was to be personally addressed. Then, they divided the entire list of email addresses – well over 900 of them – into seven equal lists, and everybody took a share of the letter-addressing responsibility. All the emails were set to go out at 2:00 am Pacific time on Thursday, May 1. And all of the seven crossed their fingers and waited with bated breath as that date drew near. On the previous Saturday, Dean and Joey were having dinner at the club with Dayna and Wade, laughing in the most carefree way at Dean’s stories of the antics of passengers on a business flight he’d been on earlier in the week, when a shadow fell across the table. “Good evening.” They looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar, deep-toned voice and met a pair of dark, staring eyes. “My name is Alek Wolter, and I am here in the interest of the family of one Nora Ludlow. I’ve been reliably informed that you have been displaying a great deal of interest in her, and in all of her descendants, lately.” Dayna cast her eyes down. It was plain that the dark-suited, dark-eyed Mr. Wolter was giving her a severe case of “the creeps.” Wade slid a little closer and put his arm around her. Dean was also getting a serious bad vibe, but he answered civilly. “Is it strange that we should show an interest in our ancestors and our relatives?” “Perhaps not strange, no. Perhaps ‘uncomfortable’ might be closer to the truth.” “Uncomfortable for whom?” Joey wasn’t being quite so civil in tone as Dean, and Wolter turned a cold gaze on him. “While it would perhaps make my… ‘clients’… uncomfortable, it will almost certainly become uncomfortable for all of you, and the others.” As he said those words, Joey felt a distinct chill, as if a gust of cold air had blown over him – but the air wasn’t moving. At the same time, he noticed something else. Through the material of Wolter’s crisply-ironed white shirt, he could just make out a tiny red light flashing over the breastbone. Dean took up the thread again. “What do you want with us?” Wolter laughed. He actually laughed, and all four of them felt their flesh creeping. “With you? I want nothing with you. You are of no interest to me. I am here to protect the interests of the people I represent. And it is in their interest that you should stop your investigations, at once.” Dayna spoke in that icy, challenging tone which had served her so well with numerous obnoxious men through the years who refused to take no for an answer. “And if we don’t?” Wolter paused for a moment and Joey saw the light flashing again before he spoke. “There will be certain… repercussions.” Dean resumed his politest tone. “Thank you for stopping by to speak to us. We’ll take into account everything you’ve said as we decide how to proceed.” Wolter gave a slight bow, with a mocking grin on his face, then turned and left them. Joey immediately sent out a thought message to all of them: Talk about something else. Let’s not discuss this until we’re in private. Their agreeing thoughts came in one by one. The remainder of dinner was accompanied by some amusing theatre stories from Dayna, and by Dean discreetly prodding Wade to find out a bit about his earlier life and family background. As they rose from the table, Dayna invited them all to her condo for a nightcap. Once they were all seated in Dayna’s living room, the debriefing began, with Joey the first one to speak. “He’s bad news, no question about it, but I think he has nothing to do with any relatives of Nora Ludlow. Did anyone else notice the flashing red light?” They shook their heads. “Just a small light, right here…” and he thumped his breastbone, just by the heart, “…but I could see it through his shirt front. There were a couple of times when he paused in speaking to us while that light flashed two or three times – and then he went on. It was like he was listening to some kind of instructions.” “Like orders from above.” “Right, Wade. So he’s a representative, an emissary, of some kind.” “The question is, for whom?” Wolter is dangerous. You should avoid him as much as possible. He and his kind can ruin the entire experiment. Do not let him physically touch you, ever. There was the voice again. And Dean took up the challenge. “I know that you said we shouldn’t ask you but ask ourselves and we have done that. But is there any more you can tell us about Alek Wolter and the danger he represents to the experiment?” Yes. It is time that you should know. We represent the great overarching collective intelligence which grows out of and guides all of the universes. It is our particular mission to guard and guide this universe and guide the growth of intelligence wherever we find it within these confines. Our experiment with you and your world is to foster the development of those positive powers and qualities of mind in your race, always mingled with and tempered by the essential, fundamental spirit of compassion. You correctly described Wolter as an emissary. He was sent by the rebellious malicious intelligence which seeks always to undermine our quest. In parting company with the positive force, this negative or evil intelligence, which we can call the “Undermind,” severely limited its ability to influence the course of evolution, although it also gained significant powers which we do not share. Since the Undermind cannot itself directly intervene in the growth and development of the universes, it must send out emissaries in the shape of an inhabitant race of a specific world. Wolter, and the others like him who have been sent into your world, are these emissaries. They have been sent here because the Undermind has become aware of this experiment, and of how near it has come to achieving the breakthrough which is our objective. The emissaries have great physical strength and endurance but, unlike yourselves with your shifting and thinking abilities, they possess no powers which are not shared by the entire human race. This limitation on them is your best and surest defence in dealing with them. The flashing red light which you have seen comes from a tiny implant which is their communication channel to the power of the Undermind which sent them. Since they have only limited abilities to think for themselves, the emissaries’ need to pause for instructions from their sender will always give you a slight time advantage in dealing with them. It is critically important that you do not allow them to physically touch you. If they do, they can instantly remove your shifting and thinking abilities, thereby deleting you from the experiment. The deletion cannot be reversed by us. The other way in which such a deletion can occur is if you personally cause any physical harm to one of the emissaries, or to any of your fellow human beings. In such a case, deletion will follow because you have abandoned the core principle of compassion. Now that these emissaries have come, you must proceed with your work will all possible speed, to lead your people towards the breakthrough which will help them transcend the current limits of their physical life within this world. The four of them sat and stared at each other after the voice fell silent. At last, Dean spoke. “We need to get together with the other three as fast as possible.” He lapsed into thought-speech. Mom? Jaysen? Peter? One after another, their replies came in. Did you pick up that long speech from the voice? Again, they all agreed. Let’s get together right now. We’re at Dayna’s place in town. You all know where it is. Mom, are you at home? I can come and get you. Within moments, Jaysen and Peter appeared in the room, just as Deidra’s affirmative response came through. Dean vanished, and reappeared ten seconds later, holding Deidra close to him. Now, the seven were all assembled. They had plenty to discuss.

EPILOGUE My life pretty much exploded after that fateful night. Obviously it was over with Sarah, and I moved out as soon as I could. She completely ghosted me, which I don't blame her for after what she definitely saw come through on her phone/ I was damn near disowned by my family, although after a few months my sister-in-law reached out and met up with me. I was told to be patient, that they would come to terms with it, and that they still loved me. A year on and that hasn't come to pass, but at least she messages me every month or so to check in so it feels like there's some connection. I haven't seen any of the guys since it happened, and can only assume that I won't again. I had caught a few of their horrified messages on the journey home from the club before my phone went on silent, and by the time I turned it back on the next day I had been kicked out of the WhatsApp group. I suppose I could have tried directly calling or texting one or two of them, but I doubted that would get me very far. I'm also off the football team, although one of the gay guys who plays now comes round regularly to breed me, often bringing a mate or two. I'm thinking of joining a gay men's team if they'll have me. I did manage to avoid getting fired, largely because the only person in the office who found out about it was one of the managers in the finance team. He seemed so straight-laced and proper that it was a bit of a surprise to find myself being essentially blackmailed into taking his loads - and those of whoever else he felt should have a go with me - on a regular basis. Underneath the grey suits and general ledgers was a toxic pig, it transpired. The pierced guy, who I now know as Brian, took me in once I had moved out of the flat I shared with Sarah. "He's gone" was the only thing he was willing to say about his partner's absence, and I didn't probe it any further. Perhaps what had been done to me was a wake-up call for Brian, but I didn't think that could be it alone. Either way, I moved into the basement garden flat and started paying some rent, although it is pretty cheap and I earn my keep in other ways. Rarely a day goes by when he doesn't breed me in some part of the house. I know what you're wondering, and yes, I did of course come down with the fuck flu. It wasn't too bad, and a quick visit to a clinic once I was better confirmed the diagnosis. I've gone on meds, on the basis that I may as well stay healthy seeing as I'm just a receptacle rather than a potential gifter. I now bear a large stylised biohazard tattoo on my upper back - annoyingly meaning I have to wear thick shirts at work even on hot days - and took a lot of inspiration from Ace Era when I elected to get the words "BREED" and "ME" imprinted on each of my buttcheeks. Free of Sarah's disapproval, I'm still thinking about other tattoos to get, but these seemed like the most important ones. For now, I have something of a life. I have made a couple of new friends to give me some sense of normality, and I have a large and ever expanding list of guys who like to use me regularly. I also frequently just take my chances on the heath or other cruising locations, eager to satisfy a need that has only grown stronger over time. Brian sometimes takes me back to the club, although I've never experienced anything quite like my first night there. My only regret is the way things worked out with my friends and family, but I suppose I've made peace with it. I'm not sure where things will go as I get older, but I'm keeping any potential loss of appeal at bay with a robust gym regime. It doesn't hurt that most workouts end up with a recharging or two in the toilets from the toxic doms who run the place. To this day I still don't get turned on by men, other than by the prospect of being reamed out. I continue to find women attractive, and on the rare occasions when I have some alone time of that nature, it is straight porn that I watch. I don't know that I will ever understand why I'm wired up so wrong, but that's OK. I have accepted who I am. My name is Christian Berg. I'm straight. I'm poz. I'm a cumdump for any man that wants to use me. And this was my story. THE END

I woke up during the late afternoon, and hauled myself off the bed. I padded through to the bathroom, took off the leather restraints and got into the shower for the second time that day, this time to clean up the remnants of the latest set of guys to use me. Once finished and towel-dried, I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself for a while. There I was, still the same guy on the outside, but now changed in so many other ways. No longer a straight guy who liked to have some fun with other men between relationships. Probably on my way to having HIV. Happy. Yes, happy. A man who is attracted to women should not be pleased about resigning himself to a life of being used by other men, but I could not deny that the decisions I had taken over the last few hours had calmed something inside me. Maybe, I wondered, this was a sign that I wasn't so straight after all, if I ever was. But yet, even in that moment of staring at whoever it was I had become, I could not deny that it was women who got me aroused. I chuckled to myself as I thought of what a psychoanalyst would do with someone whose wiring was so clearly messed up. Then there was the virus. I don't know how many of the loads I had taken on the heath had been toxic, but every single one that had gone inside me in that bedroom this morning had been. My hole had been roughed up by all those piercings, and I could not see how I was headed for anything except conversion. I had heard about some sort of drug that you could take, a bit like a morning after pill, but it did not seem to register that this was an option for me. I was going to become poz, and that's all there was to it. This was all a bit too much to think about, so I shook my head and then looked around the bathroom. I was pleased, perhaps a bit surprised, to see my watch, chains, wallet and other bits still sitting on the countertop where I had dumped it all while my clothes were put into the machine, so I re-blinged and then carried the rest back out into the bedroom. It was then that I noticed my clothes neatly folded on a chair, so clearly one of the hosts had slipped in while I was passed out. That was sweet, I thought. I got myself dressed, and then decided to open up the doors into the garden so I could have a cigarette. I wasn't sure where my hosts were, but a bit of nicotine was needed before I headed upstairs to investigate. I should probably go home too, I decided. I enjoyed the smoke in the warm afternoon sun, so lit another shortly after. Once that was done, I went back through the bedroom and upstairs. Just as I reached the hallway, the pierced guy emerged from what I could see was a big kitchen. "Ah, there's our juicy cumdump" he said, smirking at me. "Hi" I said. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "Not sure" I replied. "A bit sore." "Well, not too sore I hope" he said, his expression now taking on a bit of a leer. "We have plans for you." "You do?" I asked, rather hesitantly. "Hell yes" he said. "The video from this morning are already very popular, so you're much in demand." "Video?" I croaked. "Oh yes" he said, grinning. "Every moment was captured and live-streamed, and the recording has got very popular in even just a few hours." I gulped. OK, it was one thing to have submitted myself to that gangbang, but another for it to be out there in full public view. "You...you filmed it?" I asked. "Can...can you see my face?" "Of course" he replied, as though it was nothing. "Pozzing videos are always more popular when you can see the bottom accepting their fate." At this point I mentally shut down. Somewhere, out there, was a video showing me willingly taking toxic load after toxic load. Whatever hazy plans I may have had about keeping my new life from my friends and family, there was now a good chance that my cover was going to be blown. My cousin, my sister's brother-in-law, even one of the two gay guys on my football team. Any of them could be into this stuff. "What's more" the pierced guy continued, "we've had an offer in from an acquaintance of ours who rather enjoyed having something to watch with his lunch." "What kind of offer?" I asked, glancing back up at him after staring at the floor for quite a while. "Well, he's got a load of guys assembling at his club tonight for a bit of fun together, and he thinks you will be the perfect star attraction." He paused, perhaps waiting for me to say something. "You know, sort of a live-action sequel to this morning." "Oh god" I sighed, looking back down. "You said you were free all weekend" he suggested. "No real reason to leave those guys unsatisfied, is there?" "I was going to go home" I mumbled. He walked over to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son" he said, causing me to look up at him. "You bent over a log on the heath and took what was coming to you for hours last night. You didn't fight when we suggested you lie down on the bed and take on another group of men this morning. This is who you are. Just embrace it." "I'm straight" I croaked out. "Yeah, well, boo for you" he said, smiling warmly at me. "You're a cumdump, soon to be a poz cumdump. Anything else is just a distraction." I stared into his eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked back down to the floor. "Good lad" he said, patting my shoulder a couple of times. "Now, seeing as you're not going anywhere, why don't I make you a drink or two before we get you ready for tonight." "I'm hungry" I said, still looking at the floor. "For food" I added, feeling I needed to clarify what I meant. "OK" he said, "but we can't be filling you up, not with what you've got ahead of you." He turned and went back into the kitchen, and I paused for a moment before following him in to see his partner sitting at a big glass dining table reading a newspaper. "We on?" he asked, looking up at the pierced guy. "We're on" he replied, grinning at his partner. "Good lad" said the other, turning to looking at me. Good boy. Good lad. I was starting to feel like a pet dog to these two. But hey, I guess that's what I was sort of becoming...

I just shrug and get myself laid anyway. My preference is to get fucked bareback, but my ultimate goal is to get fucked.

Good story! Hot!

Keep the feedback coming, guys. xxx Chapter 2. I continued, sharing more of me and my boyfriend’s naughty devolution with Andy… My boy and I took a vacation to Key West a few months after getting back from Spain, where he’d let me breed him with three anonymous loads. Unsurprisingly, at our clothing-optional resort, something similarly raunchy happened. My boy and I were rolling around in our room and decided to go to the second floor maze area of the main building. I bent my boy over and ate his hole as other guests strolled by. I rawfucked my boy while three guys gathered and jerked off. The first guy, early 60s with a furry belly, jerked his big uncut cock and asked if my boy would take his cock. I started to pull out to give my boy the chance to answer. He was clearly conflicted, so turned to his slutty desire while also holding back a bit. The guy said, ‘make up your mind. I’m gonna cum!’ My boy groaned and hissed, ‘cum on his dick!’ And the stranger did. He shot five big slimy globs of seed right on my dick, my shaft sticking out of my boy’s unprotected hole. I knew I wanted to slide it and inseminate my boy with the stranger’s cum but I waited for him to beg me. ‘Put it in me,’ I heard my boy moan. I slid slowly in and watched as my boy’s hole squeezed that fresh load of cum off my cock and into his guts. The other two men jerked off to the sight of me breeding my boy with another man’s anonymous seed. They both came, shooting their loads on my boy’s upturned ass and lower back. They were both tall, tan, and lean. I later learned that they were locals who often came by to load up visiting tourists. One guy later told me that he liked to leave visitors with something to remember him by, a kind of souvenir. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t get the details. I leaned forward, feeling their fresh loads of cum smear on my abs. ‘Do you want their cum inside you too,’ I asked. He nodded, eyes clenched, giving into what he wanted. The men wiped their fresh cum out of my treasure trail. They smeared their fingers into my boy’s crack and onto my cock. I hammered those loads into him before adding mine. My cum mixed with three anonymous loads from total strangers as I shot deep inside him. The guys left and I sat my boy down on the red vinyl bench. He leaned back and spread his legs so I could admire his wrecked cummy pussy, now leaking four loads. I leaned in to start lapping, and he closed his legs. My boy decided that he wanted to let all that fresh cum seep into his hole this time. I slowly spread his legs again and lifted them up, promising to not let him lose another drop. For five minutes, he whimpered as I fingered each pearl of cum seeping out of his loose hole. I was steadily sliding two upturned fingers all the way inside him, making sure it all went deep inside and stayed there to fully soak into his tender guts. Back in the bar, my work pal Andy was gasping, open-mouthed as I finished my naughty story. With our knees touching on our barstools, I looked down and saw a dark wet forming a spot the size of a quarter as Andy leaked precum. Andy asked if my boy and I had gone farther than that. I asked if getting three strangers cum absorbing into my boy’s raw hole wasn’t far enough. He placed my hand on top of his hard leaking cock and pressed it. ‘No. I want to know if you two got into other guys fucking him.’ I honestly shook my head, no, and added, ‘not yet.’ When my boy realized I would be open to it, he freaked out. He was afraid he’d go off the deep end and become a real cumslut. I assured him I’d be ok with that, but he suggested we take some time to just be with each other. I went on telling Andy what happened next. Our newly-chaste sexlife worked for us for a while. After a few months of monogamous bareback sex, it got tedious and a little boring. We went from fucking daily to maybe once a week. After we’d had such risky adventures, my cock stretching my boy’s hole open and leaving him filled with only one load just wasn’t particularly thrilling. When fucking him, I’d tease my boyfriend telling him how nice his hole felt loaded with cum. He’d moan and I’d breed him. Sometimes, I’d get hot enough dirty talking that I would stay hard and cum again. That was the best, with his hole already worked open and already lubed with my cum. It felt so good that sometimes I’d jerk off thinking about his beautiful cummy hole while at work with a condom rolled over my dick. I’d fill it up with my load and tie it off, ready to pour into my boy as soon as I was back at home. I began regularly pouring my afternoon loads into my boy’s hole while fucking him. The sounds of that gloppy fuckery really got me going. Two loads was always better than one but not as hot as when I knew I was plowing through someone else’s sticky nut. After a few weeks of increasingly stale sex, my boyfriend suggested a quiet weekend at a gay resort upstate from the city. I asked if he wanted to be naughty there, and there was a twinkle in his eye. That weekend, we rented a car and drove the four hours north. I thought I’d be able to hold my bladder, but just a few miles away from the resort, I needed to take a piss really badly. We pulled into a sleepy rest area. I walked briskly to the singular urinal and whipped out my cock. I heard rustling and knew someone was in the one large stall. I pissed and pissed and pissed. The urinal automatically flushed but I knew I wasn’t finished. After a few moments of silence, whoever was in the stall started moving thinking that I must have left. I heard moaning and pounding and knew someone was getting fucked in there. I still had to piss, but the sex sounds were making me hard. I stayed there with a growing erection willing my bladder to behave. From the deep groans, I knew it was two men fucking in the stall. It’d been a few minutes and my boy came to check on me. When I saw him in the door, I held a finger up to my lips as a signal to be quiet. He tiptoed in and heard the hot fuck going on. My boy grinned and grasped his crotch. The guys finished loudly, and I heard the sound of toilet paper rustling and pants being pulled up, and a whisper to ‘see you again as soon as you can get away…’ The other guy replied, ‘thanks for bagging up. I wouldn’t want to get anything that I could spread to my husband.’ I heard them kiss, then the sound of the stall unlocking. The first guy to exit looked mortified to see two people in the bathroom who had clearly heard what was going on. He made a quick getaway, but not before I saw his t-shirt had the logo of the resort we were headed towards. The next guy looked like a lumberjack or a truck driver, flannel and all. My boy waved to the hunky man and we grinned as he left, almost proud of what he’d been witnessed doing. My boy giggled as he headed to the stall to empty his own bladder. We both laughed as we finished our piss. I went to wash my hands and he joined me. He stood behind me and in the mirror over the sink, I saw his wide eyes. He held up a used condom, steaming with warmth. The reservoir was full of cloudy thick cum. I was instantly hard again. He handed me that rubber and nodded. Without a pause, my boy went back to the stall. I followed him. I knew he enjoyed me pouring my own cum out of a condom to lube my dick, and here he was wordlessly asking me to pour a stranger’s cum onto my dick and fuck it into his hole. My boy pulled down his pants and arched his back, sticking out his beautiful butt. He used both hands to spread his cheeks, leaning his cheek into the cold tile. I unzipped and let my rockhard cock fall onto his asscrack. Like some sort of filthy hotdog between big thick buns, I poured that cum onto my bare cock and eased it into my boy. He grunted and pushed back, fucking himself on that stranger’s load. Within minutes, both of our loads were swimming around inside my boy’s pussy. Only after I’d fuck the cum from that used condom inside my boy did I wonder if it was the lumberjack’s load or the resort employee. I figured it didn’t matter and not knowing definitely turned me on. I thought how raunchy of one of them to allow himself to sleep around and be fucked, but only safely. Andy asked me if anything more happened at the resort, and I nodded. I told him that I often carried a condom now just in case someone wanted to lose a load and I could bring it home to my boy. Just then, Andy’s phone vibrated, and he grabbed it. His boyfriend, Luke, was messaging to ask if he was headed home soon, followed by a horny emoji. He showed it to me and suggested we take the conversation back to his place. After all, I’d started this conversation with Andy when he gauged my interest in watching him fuck his boyfriend. We hailed a cab and, on the way, Andy texted Luke to tell him to prepare to put on a show, that he was bringing over company. Luke replied that he’d hop in the shower and that he was already cleaned out hoping for Andy’s load that night. He wrote a reply, showed me, and then deleted it without sending saying ‘YOU MAY GET MORE THAN ONE LOAD TONIGHT.’ I asked Andy flat out if he was into sharing Luke and he told me, while grinning, that he’d not really thought about going all the way. Then he winked. He asked me to describe what it felt like slipping into my boyfriend’s cummy freshly-fucked hole. With the cab driver listening, I described collecting full used condoms and pouring them onto my shaft and slipping that cum into my boy’s willing hole. I described how puffy and opened-up sliding into cum-slick ass felt, like a moist loose glove. I described to Andy how risky it was putting a stranger’s cum in my boy’s unprotected pussy. I could see Andy getting even harder in his pants. As we talked, he had one hand on his crotch and one on my thigh. The cab driver smirked at us as we pulled up to Andy’s building saying, ‘you boys have fun now.’ Andy raced to the door after asking me to stay outside for a minute to get things ready. He stepped inside and I turned back to note that the cab was still there. The driver was fiddling with his phone trying to pick him his next fare. I flagged him down as he started to pull away and walked back over to the car. He asked if I’d forgotten something. I nodded. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom. He looked confused. I pointed to the bulge in his pants and asked him to slip the rubber on and quickly rub one out. He instantly opened his fly and fished out a nice big cock. I rolled the rubber on and jerked him off. ‘I’m straight,’ he said, ‘but getting my wife seeded turns me on too!’ He came within thirty seconds. I tossed my business card at him suggesting we stay in touch. He yanked the condom off and I tied it up. The cab drove off as I arrived on the stoop just in time for Andy to invite me in. I held up the cab driver’s condom as Andy’s jaw dropped and he beckoned me inside, knowing something amazing was about to happen. To be continued….

Wheels are in motion

3. Sleeping plugged it turns out is pretty difficult. My cock seemed to leak all night and every way I turned the plug pressed into me in a new and exciting way. Occasionally when I couldn’t take it any more I would pull the plug out and fuck myself with it for a few minutes before stuffing it back in my hole. By morning I was stuck between horny and tired, but horny kept winning. At around 8am my phone buzzed. If you’ve made it through the night boy and still want to continue send me a video of you pulling that plug out of your cunt. I lay flat on my back on my bed immediately and holding my phone down past my ass pulled the plug from my hole, showed my gaping cunt and then stuffed the plug back in. The reply to my video was almost immediate. Good boy. Have you cleared your schedule? I have, I did I last night. Well done. Over the course of the day you will be given tasks that are meant to test how well you follow instructions. The second function of these tasks will be to test the limits you’re willing to go to. Yes Sir! Your first task is to fill a glass with your piss and drink it. You will film the whole thing and send it to me. It will be one continuous video, and you will show your full face. You have one hour to complete this task. I jumped up, the plug shifting in my hole, and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and chugged. Then another glass and another. I had never done anything with piss before but I was turned on. It felt degrading in a way I had never considered hot before. I had started to guess the night before, but now, chugging my fourth glass of water I was fairly certain I knew where bottoms fell in the hierarchy of the club. Bottoms were whores in the club. Slutty pigs who would do anything for cock, and they were testing me to see if I was enough of a pig. Or maybe not testing as much as training. I was being pushed to do more and more slutty things, but each one felt like a small step. I wasn’t allowed to cum so I would stay horny and be more willing to try thing. Even with this revelation that I was being manipulated I didn’t care. I was loving this feeling of giving up control, I loved feeling so sexy and horny all the time. I sipped another glass of water waiting for it to work through my system. It didn’t take long before I felt my bladder fill up. Slightly nervous I made my way to the bathroom. I had no idea what piss would taste like but I was excited to find out. I got out my camera, stood over the toilet, aimed my dick at the glass and started recording. It took me a minute to get started but then a river of piss filled the glass in no time. I had a hard time stopping before I over flowed it. Switching the camera to front facing I raised the glass to my lips and swallowed. It was hot, and bitter, and a little salty but I liked it. I was almost surprised by myself. I really liked it and I gulped it down quick as I could. When the glass was empty I ended the recording and sent it off. The response came quickly Looks like you enjoyed that boy. I did! Good. Have you ever tried piss before? No, I was really nervous but I actually liked it. For the rest of the day that’s how you’re going to piss. You will recycle every piss load you have. Understood? YES! I was genuinely excited. I felt this rush from breaking a taboo. I couldn’t wait to feel that again. Now, you said yesterday that the most loads you’d taken in a day was 4. Is that correct? Yes. Today, along with your tasks you will be breaking that record. Your first top is on his way. Like last night you will buzz him in, and do want he wants when he gets there. Understood? YES!

2. I had been laying around my apartment naked, my cock half hard and leaking, my hole stretched tight around the plug still lodged inside it, for hours when my phone finally buzzed. Prove to me that you are still plugged boy – you have 1 one minute to reply. I snatched my phone and bent over, taking a photo of my plugged hole and sent it to the random text I had received. Good boy. Your first test was to prove you could take a thick cock. Your second task will be to prove your willingness to give up control. Your address has been given to a member of our club, at some point in the next few hours he will buzz your door. You will let him in, unlock your front door and be waiting ass up when he comes in. If you choose to not buzz him in your candidacy will be invalidated. Reply to this message that you understand. I understand and am waiting! I responded. My heart was in my chest reading those messages. I wasn’t sure how the man had gotten my address, I had no idea who he had given it to, and I had no idea when they were coming. I tried to distract myself. I turned on the tv. I put on some clothes and cleaned up. I read emails. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did I was still horribly conscious that I had a plug stuffed in my butt and a man I knew nothing about coming over to dump his load in me. I wasn’t sure if I was excited, horny, interested or scared. But my hole kept twitching and my cock kept leaking through the underwear I put on so I resolved to answer my door when the call came. But that took time, lots more time. An hour passed, and then two, I began to think that it was a prank, no one was coming. Then, right around three hours late, my buzzer went off. My heart thudded and my stomach dropped, my resolve faltered. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to let a complete stranger into my apartment knowing nothing about them and let them breed my ass. I shifted my weight a little in my seat and the plug jammed deeper into me. My hole ached, and I was hungry. Without another thought I got up, I pressed the buzzer and I unlocked my front door. Quickly stripped off my clothes, and knelt on my couch wearing nothing but my jock. With the plug firmly lodged in my ass I aimed my hole at the door and waited. I heard the door open and made to look over my shoulder to see who had just come in when a slightly raspy voice said “Eyes forward boy.” My head snapped back front. It didn’t sound like he got undressed but I distinctly heard him unzip his pants. The strangers hand suddenly touched my ass and pulled on the plug lodged in me. “Push that plug out cunt,” he said. He had a slight Southern lilt to his voice, and I began to imagine a man with weather beaten features, an untrimmed beard, a narrow but toned body, and treasure trail to die for. I pushed against the plug, trying to expel it from my ass. The widest part though was too thick to just force out and the stranger started to tug at it. He pulled bringing it just to the brink of popping out of my hole and then letting it snap back. My hole was screaming. It felt stretched more than it ever had been. I knew that it was becoming a slack cunt quickly with this treatment and I loved it. Without warning the stranger tugged the plug completely from my hole and slammed his cock in to replace it. The load I had taken earlier was the only lube I got and it made me moan and grunt. The stranger proceeded to fuck me hard and fast. This was about me proving I could give up control of my hole and nothing more. He pounded me hard, his cock long but thin stabbing deep inside me. I groaned and begged him for his load. I thanked him for fucking me. I whimpered in joy. After what could only have been five or so minutes he groaned loudly, bottomed out in my cunt and pumped his load into me. When he was done he pulled his cock out, rammed the plug back in, and left. I was sweaty, panting, and my cock was completely soft but covered in precum. I wanted more. The plug was laying on the couch next to me. I looked at it, thought about it for a moment, and then crammed it back in my leaking hole. It slid in easily this time and I sat down hard on the couch to cram it even deeper. I sat there for a few moments relishing the fullness when I heard my phone buzz on the table. Good job boy. You have passed the second stage. How do you feel. Slutty as fuck. Is that a feeling you are enjoying? Yes! That was so fucking hot. I never even saw who he was. Good. You’re doing great boy. You’ve shown your willingness to give up your hole to someone you clearly want, and to give up your hole in an anonymous situation. I bet you even shoved that plug back in your hole didn’t you? Yes! Well done. The next stage of your interview is about how well you take instruction. You are not to jerk off or cum until you are given permission. You will remained plugged at all times. And tomorrow you will clear your whole day to be available for the club.

Amazing! That’s the first time I’ve ever seen anyone offer an actually useful description of how the eye-contact thing works. That assumes, of course, that the other guy is interested enough in your presence to notice you staring. One thing remains unexplained, though. The OP specifies “straight” black men - so how do you tell the actually straight from the closeted by looking at them? Because for me, the standard operating procedure when approaching any suspect (read: thuggish) group of men - of any color - is to carefully not stop and stare at everyone’s crotch and thus present myself as a handy target for assault and battery. *sigh* Why does everything have to be so complicated?