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I turned 18 a few weeks ago. Graduated high school and now I was trying to occupy my summer with what to do until college started in the spring. My dad figured I needed community service work to help my résumé. So he suggested that I give some assistance to Mr. Wilson, the man who lives on our block. Apparently he was living with late stage AIDS and was having a hard time taking care of things around the house. I was planning on studying to become a nurse so it sounded like good practice. Mr. Wilson didn’t require anything too crazy. Just some general clean up around the house. When I arrived he greeted me at the door “Welcome Nick. Thanks for coming by. Come in.” He was in his late 60s early 70s. Pale, bald, thin and gaunt in the face, thin arms and legs, with a potbelly. He guided me in to his living room. His house was a bit of a mess. A lot of laundry magazines and dishes everywhere. It looked like it would take a little bit more effort to clean up than I thought. But it didn’t seem very bad. “So what would you like me to start with first Mr. Wilson?“ “Oh just anywhere you like. I’ve let the place go quite a bit. I haven’t had much energy these days understandably.“ I understood. I figured he was having a hard time what was his condition. So I started picking up dishes left about. And washed them. I cleaned up the kitchen and went to pick up the clothes laying about. Some of his underwear and socks had a distinctive smell coming from them like a mix of body odor and something slightly fishy? I was in the laundry room sorting his clothes. Separating the colors and the whites. When I held his underwear in my hand I felt around the crotch area and it felt strangely hard. I reached on the inside of them and felt something dry on the inside of the crotch area. It took me a second but then I realized what it was and quickly put them in the washer. “So what do you plan on doing after the summer?“ Mr. Wilson was watching me sort the clothes. “Oh I plan on going to school and studying to be a nurse.“ “Fantastic, I could possibly hire you to take care of me full-time. That is if I last that long.“ “You seem healthy enough sir I’m sure you’ll be fine.“ “Oh that’s kind of you to say. But the disease has took its toll on me quite a bit. It’s running rampant in me, more so than it seems on the surface.“ “Well I would be happy to help you with whatever you need. It would be good training for me.“ Mr. Wilson smiled. “Becoming the nurse is serious stuff. You have to do all sorts of things. Manage medication‘s, IVs, sponge baths for those who can’t manage.” “Oh it will be no trouble for me at all sir. I like to help people, and taking care of the sick and elderly seems like a good calling.“ “Yes it is very noble. i’m glad I can give you experience. Say young lad, since you’ll need the training anyway, would you mind helping me with a sponge bath? It gets difficult for me moving around.“ I was taken aback by that request a little bit. It’s not what I was expected to do to help him with. But he was right, I will need to do these sorts of things if I am going to become a nurse. “Oh um sure. I’ll just finish up with the clothes and I’ll see you, where?” “In my bedroom. It’ll be easier if I am laying down in bed.“ Yeah I guess that made sense. Where else would you do it? I finished with the laundry and gathered what I needed for cleaning up Mr. Wilson. Bucket of hot soapy water, a couple of rags. I met him in his room, and he was naked on the bed. I had to admit it was a little shocking being alone in a room with a naked man. As I got to work on Mr. Wilson. I was running the rag up and down his legs trying to be a diligent caregiver. I ran my rag up his thigh and got close to his crotch area. I wasn’t sure what to do once I got there. “You should clean that area as well Nick. It’s all part of normal nurse work.“ I put the rag on his penis and started wiping it clean. Going around his balls and underneath his shaft. As I was cleaning him he was getting an erection. It was large, very large “Oh it looks like you’ve awoken some thing. Never mind that. It happens when it receives any stimulation. I am human after all. So I do have urges.“ “Right. I understand.” I wiped his erect penis up-and-down a couple of times. Mr. Wilson was looking at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before.” “11.5 inches my boy. Trust me I have satisfied many men in my days, and unfortunately perforated a few.“ That made me blush. That type of talk seemed a little bit too lewd for this situation. “You should clean underneath the foreskin as well.“ “How do I do that?“ “Well young man.“ Mr. Wilson sat upright. “You should hold the shaft and peel the foreskin back. You can clean me more efficiently that way. It’s important to clean under there you know. Here, I’ll make it easier for you.“ Mr. Wilson stood up and put his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. His erect cock was now staring directly at me, The head of his dick peering through the forskin. “Now young lad. Take your hand and grab my penis.“ So I brought my hand up and gripped his dick. “Now take your other hand and wrap it around my cock head and pull back on it.“ I reached my other hand and did as instructed. I pulled back his foreskin and his mushroom head cock was staring at me fully exposed. Even with both my hands gripping his shaft there was still plenty my hands couldn’t cover. The thought occurred to me that I was now on my knees gripping onto Mr. Wilson’s penis with both hands. I was getting nervous and for a moment I forgot what to do. “Well? Are you forgetting something?“ “Oh right! The rag.” The rag was on the floor by Mr. Wilson’s feet. I let go of his penis and bent down to pick it up. Mr. Wilson squatting down at the same time. “Let me help you with that.” Both our hands met as we reached for the rag. In the awkwardness of it I grabbed the rag and we both got up. But in both of our maneuvers Mr. Wilson’s penis slapped my forehead and slid down my face as I motioned my head up. “Oh no I’m so sorry!“ I pulled my head away completely embarrassed. “Don’t be sorry it was just a little bump. It’s just a penis, it won’t hurt you.“ I brushed off the incident and I wrapped the rag around his penis and started stroking it to get it clean. “Oh yeah, that’s a good technique. You’ll get it nice and clean that way.“ I only stroked it a few times. I wasn’t trying to stimulate him, but this seemed like the only way to properly wash him. Once I was done I instructed him to lay back down on the bed and I continued to give him a bath. Cleaning the rest of him. It went without further incident. I continued to clean his bedroom. Mr. Wilson watching me and helping me organize some of his things. He didn’t put his clothes back on, he remained naked and his large penis still rockhard. “You don’t mind me walking around all naturale do you? I find it more comfortable this way.” I didn’t want to be rude. After all I am training to be a caregiver so I had to put his needs first. “Of course. It’s your house you can do whatever you like.“ I assured him with a smile. Deep down I was uncomfortable with it. I was picking up things here and there. I came across a box of magazines, they were porno magazines. “Oh don’t mind those. Just something to get me off when I need to. Here let me show you my favorite one.“ He took out a particular magazine and flipped to a page. He revealed photos of an older man who looked similar to him bareback fucking a young 18 or 19 year old who looked similar to me. I didn’t want to be rude, but I also didn’t want to look at his porn. “Oh that looks pretty wild.“ “Indeed. This sort of thing really gets me boned up.“ He was now stroking his cock next to me. He was looking at me a little sad. “Hey Nick, do you think you could do me a big favor?“ “What is it?“ “Do you think you could help me get off? It’s been so long since I’ve been in the presence of such a handsome young man like you. I would really appreciate it.“ “I don’t think I can do that. It wouldn’t be appropriate.“ “Relax my boy. You’re just helping out an old man like you were meant to you when you came here, isn’t that right? Please I assure you you will be totally fine I just want to see your ass while I rub one out.“ I wasn’t sure what to do in the situation. I wanted to be helpful, I wanted to help him with his needs. But I didn’t think that I could do something like that. But he was such a lonely man. I figured it might be OK as long as he’s just jacking off and nothing more comes of it. “Do you promise not to tell anyone?” “Absolutely. I will take it to the grave with me.” “Uh, okay, as long as we are safe. What do you need me to do?“ “Splendid! Well first takeoff all your clothes and lay face down on my bed. I want to see that beautiful body of yours.“ I slowly strip down and climbed onto his bed laying down like he asked. Mr. Wilson climbed on the bed and got on top of me straddling my thighs, his dick slapping my ass crack. “Hey! What are-“ “Relax Nick. I’m just getting a good look at your ass. Now just lay there and let this old man enjoy the sight of you.” This felt like a very compromising position, but I assumed that it would all be over fairly soon. Mr. Wilson was stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my butt cheeks with the other. “Yeah, that is such a beautiful ass of yours, I would so love to dig my cock in there.“ “Please don’t joke like that sir. You have aids remember?“ “Of course, how can I forget? I have a very high viral load. And I haven’t gotten off in quite a few days. And theoretically if I did fuck that beautiful tight ass of yours, you would definitely get what I have he he.” That type of verbal treatment was very unsettling. But he was a lonely old man, I figured I would let him say what he wanted and blow a load out. He slapped his cock against my ass few times. My God it was so big. But while he rubbed his cock against my ass cheeks, he wasn’t stroking it. It seemed like he was dragging it out. “Hey there Nick I’m having a hard time getting off. Do you think you could let me grind my tip against your hole a little bit? I won’t penetrate, I just want to hump a little. It would definitely help me shoot.“ “Isn’t that pushing things little too far? What if it goes inside?“ “Nonsense. We don’t have any lube and you’re so young and tight there’s no way it will go in. You’ll be perfectly safe. Please?“ I was very hesitant. Things were escalating a little. But theoretically what he said seemed completely safe. As long as it didn’t actually go inside me then there wasn’t any risk. “O-okay. But just humping on the outside OK?“ “Of course! Now get on your hands and knees doggy style for me.“ We repositioned and I got on my knees. Mr. Wilson spread my cheeks and start slapping his cock against my ass hole. He swirled his tip around it and then positioned it right at the center of my ring. He put his hands on my hips and started rocking his hips back-and-forth. “Ah yes this feels much better, you’re smooth little pucker is doing the trick.“ his humping wasn’t too hard. He was staying outside of me like he assured me. I was able to relax and let him have his fun. He was rubbing my ass cheeks and feeling up my back as his hips rocks into me. I could feel my asshole being pushed with each thrust. It felt kind of good. Especially with such a monstrously huge cock. Then I felt something. My asshole was getting wet. Mr. Wilson was leaking pre out of his dick. His thrusting was still relatively tame so it didn’t seem like it was all that bad but I was getting a little worried about my hole getting lubed up. “Oh yeah thats better. I can feel myself leaking.” His humping started getting harder. I felt my ass hole getting hit roughly by his dick. I kept myself clenched but Mr. Wilson was getting more enthusiastic. As his movements became stronger and his cock leaked more I could feel his tip starting to part my ass. It felt like it was slowly digging into me. “Mr. Wilson you should be careful. I think you’re starting to go in.“ “Nonsense boy. I’m still completely outside of you. My wet cock head is just kissing you. Don’t be afraid to have your hole kiss it back.“ “Are you getting close yet?” “I’m building up to it. Why? Do you want it to end now? Doesn’t my cock feel good?” “It feels great sir. You have a wonderful cock. You just need to careful is all.” The more he humped my hole the more the tip started digging in. At this point his tip was halfway into my ring. His hands were exploring my body as his hips kept grinding forward. “Ow, that’s starting to go a little too far. You should ease up“ “it’s fine. Just enjoy my cock. Young men like you should be lucky to have experienced old men like me show you how good you can feel with your ass. Besides, I can tell your ass is very inexperienced. It’s gonna take a lot more than what I’m doing to penetrate you. For example if I were to jam forward like this!” As Mr. Wilson’s tip was halfway in my ring, he jammed his hips forward and his head popped inside of me. He then quickly pulled out and continued his humping, not easing up on the force though. “OUCH! That went in!” It hurt when he popped inside of me. It was true that I’ve had very little experience with sex. So the pain of his initial entry shot through me. “Well so it did. Oops, it’s all right I will try to stay out of you.” My ass felt vulnerable after that initial plunge. I was having a really hard time keeping him out of me. His thrusting unrelenting. Then I felt his cock head pop into me again and then right back out. “Oof. That feels good.“ “Sir you shouldn’t do that!“ his thrusting continued. With the way my hole was getting wet from his cock. It felt like every fifth or sixth thrust his cock head entered me again. Then every second or third thrust it entered. Then Mr. Lewis picked up a piece of ramming his cock head in and out of my hole constantly. “Don’t worry about all this Nick. It’s just popping in to say hello. Your ass is really inviting.“ The feeling of his cock head going in and out of my ring was horrifying yet felt good at the same time. But still I wanted him to stop and continue with grinding my hole just from the outside. “Sir please it’s going inside me!” “That’s not going inside of you, this is going inside of you.“ Mr. Wilson then thrust into his cock in my ass, sliding in what felt like 5 or 6 inches and then pulled out and continued with the tip of his cock going in and out. “Ow! That was too deep!” “See that was going inside of you. This is just the entrance. Now just focus on how good my cock is.. I’m getting close.” “Oh God, you’ll cum outside right?“ “Sure, sure. let me Focus on your beautiful ass.” Mr. Wilson was now wrapping his arms around my torso. I felt his cock starting to dig in deeper. He wasn’t just fucking me with the tip anymore. He was sliding at least half his cock in me, like previously. “Oh fuck this is so much better, the inside of your colon is definitely working my cock up to an eruption!” “Sir please pull out! That’s too far!“ The cock going up my ass is starting to drive me crazy. I couldn’t deny that it was probably the best fucking I have ever felt in my life. But I knew exactly what kind of cock was inside of me. A poz cock, and not just a poz cock, a full-blown AIDS cock. “Just a moment kid. I’m so close! Please just focus on squeezing that ass on this dirty cock. Work this load out of me!” Suddenly he started slamming his cock all the way in and out. I felt the full length of his 11 1/2 inch dick pulverizing my insides. Every time he went balls deep it felt like I was getting stabbed on the inside causing pleasure as he passed over my prostate and pain as he slid far past that. “Sir! What are you doing!? This is too much! Ouch! It hurts!” The ball slapping fucks were relentless. His pace started to quicken rapidly. His body trembling. “Just hold out a little longer Nick! You’re such a good boy! I’m going to reward my good boy by shooting AIDS poison in you! Fuck! I’m about to create a partner in hospice in just few more-“ he now let his body collapse onto me. His cock furiously slamming down into me. “AAAAAGH FUCK!” His cock started violently spasming deep inside. I could feel blast after blast of his toxic cum shooting into me. And it had a bit of a sting to it to due to have roughly he fucked me on the inside, almost like acid. “Ahhhhh. That was good Nick. Such a wonderful ass.” I was in shock. I couldn’t speak. Mr. Wilson slowly got up. His long cock pulling out. “Oops, little bit of blood on my cock. Guess I tore you up in there. It happens to almost all they guys I fuck.” My ass hurt. I could barely get up. I slowly got my close on while Mr. Wilson stayed nude. “Well then. Now that I was able to get off, you can continue your work.” I looked at him as if he was crazy. How could I work after what he did? But there’s no way I could leave, if I did I’d be terrified of him telling anyone what happened. So I swallowed my pride and got back to cleaning his house.

So my local abs has a nice big booth in it with clothing hooks in it. I went Friday night, took off my clothes, with only a jock on and put a blindfold on. I put 20 dollars worth of tokens in the machine and left the door open a crack and a marker next to my bent over inviting ass and started working my poppers. It took what felt like a lifetime before I heard the hinges of the door creak. I was pretty well gooned on the new bottle of poppers and ready for anything. I felt the roughy bristle of a beard and mustache buried deep in my bubble butt as this visitor dove in to eat my now quivering hole. After tasting my ass I heard his belt unbuckle and seconds later felt the familiar pressure of a cockhead against my hole. This guy took his time and worked in slowly which was good, as he seemed girthy and it took a few seconds for me to open up fully to him. With in a minute he was deep stroking me. With his cock and I heard him grunting as I felt a wet warmth start leaking out of my hole. He pulled out, uncapped the marker and I felt a tally mark get left on my right cheek. I suddenly felt empty and cold as he buckled up and left, but that didn’t last long. As soon as he left I heard another belt unbuckle and soon had my ass plowed with a smaller cock. Shortly offer I had tally mark number 2 notched. Next thing I know I can feel the presence of many guys around me. I am getting poked with cocks in my face and discover that I have three surrounding me and one starts plunging balls deep into my ass. As I work on these cocks with my mouth they start switching places and breeding me and then bringing their cum covered cocks to me to clean. This went on for a long time. I eventually heard the video stop. Someone said they would take care of it and I heard tokens clanging into the machine and the porn sounds once again intermingled with the sounds of sloppy pleasure me and my kabul of tops were making. I assumed the same four guys were working on me until I felt a massive cock shoved on my lips. This thing was so big I couldn’t really get my mouth around it. I miss my best for awhile before he withdrew it and proceeded to slam into me balls deep. I actually helped in pain for the first time ever as I adjusted to his size. He worked me over for a long time. He made sure to verbally abuse me, calling me a sissy fag, a cumdump whore, a hole waiting to be ruined. I get off on this and was soon shooting a load in my jock hands free. It was so intense. After he finally told me he was breeding me and pulled out I got up and felt my hole and found it to have a nice rosebud. I told him I was going to be taking my blindfold off he said he still needed to add his tally mark so I needed to wait. I asked him how many there were, thinking I’d have six. He said there were 12 and he would be 13! After I heard the door close, I took of the blindfold and saw the cum pile on the floor and decided I couldn’t waste it so I got on the floor and lapped it up. I then dressed walked out and went home. Sore, but satisfied.

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).

This evening. About 2-3 weeks ago, I went to a midday Sex party. It was ok and I was having fun. Across the room, I saw this beautiful fit brunette. I was magnetically drawn to him and he similarly gravitated towards me. We proceeded to make out, run our hands all over each other, and fuck a bit. Of course, this being an orgy, we eventually stopped and resumed playing with others. He swapped digits. This evening, I invited him to my place for some 1-1 fun. I turned on Toni Braxton, dimmed the lights, and took my time making love to his hole. Deep lengthy kisses. Aggressive pounding in btw gentle probing in and outs. Bred him deep. We were both very satisfied. XD

Went to Vault 139 for the first time last night. It was a mixed clothing night but I went in a leather jock. The place was fairly busy and I'd had 3 cocks in me but no loads (one unfortunatly wore a condom) and I was just thinking about leaving when I though I would try one of the cabins. A guy came in behind me and started fingering me and I made it clear I wanted to get fucked so he didn't take much persuading. After he'd been fucking me for a while he said that he needed to take a piss so I said if he wanted to me could piss in my arse. I think he thought I was joking but I made it clear I wanted it and he filled me with a huge load of piss. It was so fucking not I blew a massive load. So first time at vault and first time being piss fucked. I reckon I'll be back 😜

I went to the bathhouse for the first time, and even though I was nervous, I still had a good time and got a number of loads. My mentor wasn't able to take me as he's traveling at the moment, but he encouraged me to go on my own and sort of walked me through how things usually work. I was mostly nervous of running into someone I might know, as I'm not really out. I decided to go on a weeknight when it was less busy just to sort of ease into things and get a feel for how it all worked. I got to the bathhouse in the evening and rented a small room instead of a locker, just in case so that I'd have a place to relax and collect myself. I stripped and put on a towel, put the key around my arm, and started exploring. There was a hot tub, shower area, wet and dry steam room, and a gym. There was also public play area towards the back - I went in to take a look but it was pretty dark and sort of stood there to let my eyes adjust when someone wordlessly put their hand on my ass. It startled me and I jumped before turning around. I must have had a 'deer in headlights' look, because the man asked me if I was okay, to which I replied that it was my first time and was just a bit nervous. He asked if I wanted to come back to his room and he could show me a good time, to which I agreed. He led me back to his room and dropped his towel, exposing a nice ~7-inch cock, moderately thick with an upward curve - he was already hard. He saw how my eyes fixated on his cock, and, with a twinkle in his eye, he said "I was going to ask but I can see what you want." He gently guided me onto my knees and I started sucking his cock. "That's it, that's a good boy," he moaned, as I worked his dick with my mouth. "You like sucking Daddy's cock, don't you, boy?" I moaned in the affirmative. "Good boy. You're just a beautiful little faggot aren't you?" The magic words. I nodded my head while still working his cock. He abruptly pulled me up off the floor, and had me get on the bed on all fours. He started eating my ass out, and before long, had lined up his cock against my hole and pushed in. "Oh god," I breathlessly moaned, my heart pounding. There's just something so psychologically (and physically) hot about that first bareback insertion. Feeling a raw cock slide inside me for the first time sends my brain spinning with all sorts of thoughts - horniness and lust, vulnerability, feeling used, a bit of shame, but also a profound sense of 'rightness'. The adrenaline/endorphin rush is just incredible and it makes my heart pound and skin flush every time. He started pounding me pretty hard, commenting on how silky my hole felt, and what a beautiful faggot I was taking a strangers raw cock. He didn't take long before he announced that he was cumming in me, and I felt him slam into me hard, as if he was trying to get his cum as deep inside me as possible. As he came in me, I felt a positive swell of emotion - this was what I wanted and it felt so right, to please men with my body. He asked me if I wanted to cum, but I declined because I wanted to stay horny and take more loads. He said he'd love to fuck my cummy hole and add a second load later on if I was still around. I thanked him and left his room, and decided to go to the steam room to relax and regroup. I put my towel on the stone bench and sat, and just closed my eyes and relished in what had just happened, with the load of cum still inside my ass. I heard movement and felt someone sit next to me and put their hand on my thigh. I didn't stop them, and then they took my hand and guided it toward their hard cock. I opened my eyes and got on my knees and started sucking. This went on for a minute or so before I felt someone behind me, fingers probing my hole. I moaned and leaned back into their fingers. They pulled out, and must have noticed cum on their fingers because they said "Fuck yeah" and then I felt a cock pushed up against my hole. Those same feelings rushing through my brain as his cock slid into me. I loved how he didn't even ask, he just saw me and took what he wanted. As I was getting spit roasted, I heard/felt the door open a few more times, and we had amassed a small crowd of people watching me get spitroasted. I couldn't really see anyone clearly, but that feeling of being watched was an added rush to the already wonderful feelings that were going through my body. The first guy unloaded in me wordlessly, then got up and left. I never even saw what he looked like. The guy I as sucking got up and took his place at my ass and slid right in and started fucking. Another guy got in front to use my mouth. This happened a few more times and I took 4 loads in my ass on the floor of the steam room. After the last guy came in me, I just sat on the bench for a while, feeling almost as if this had been a dream. But the cum leaking out of my hole most definitely confirmed it was not. I loved how impromptu everything was, and how things just sort of organically unfold. I wanted more, but it was also late and I had early class the next day so I decided to call it a night. I will for sure be coming back, and I definitely want to try out the public sling/fuck bench next time.

Wednesday night I hooked up with a guy I met in a hot tub at a Bed and Breakfast. He was 29 with a youthful countenance and shocking red hair; and it was his birthday. We fooled around, and I licked his Balls and sucked him off. I could tell he was having a good time. He told me he was recently divorced, and that I was the first guy he'd ever been with. BOING! SIRENS RESOUNDED! LIGHTS FLASHED! "So you've never been fucked?" My aching Dick tormented me. I told him I'd love to be the one to pop his Cherry, and that I'd go slow and easy and be gentle [as a bull in a china shop]. We went up to my room, and I popped in a Bareback vid. While he watched, I had him lie on his stomach so he could get BRED. Try as I might, I couldn't get in. I broke open a new bottle of Poppers and practically rammed the whole thing up his schonz. I emptied a full tube of Vaseline in his Cunt. I desperately wanted to be the one to POZ him. Finally his greasy Pucker gave way, and I eased in. My Machiavellian side wanted to ram it home and put him out of his misery, but I knew he wouldn't tolerate that; so I stifled myself and played nice. S-L-O-W-L-Y, despite the Precum oozing out of my Dick Head, I worked my Death Stick up his Ass. How sweet it was! I could think of nothing but blasting a Load of POZ Cum up his unsuspecting NEG Hole. I wanted his first Fuck to be one he'd never forget. How considerate he'd had been not to ask about Condoms nor my Status. Too much on his mind, I suppose, though his current troubles were nothing like those that lie ahead. I'd have lied if I had to—there was that much at stake. It was much ado about nothing. Five minutes later I spurted Volleys of Poison Jizm up his Cunt. I doubt he suspected he was at a major juncture in life. I think our coupling was special for both of us. For him, I was his first; a new and exciting birthday gift. I, on the other hand, hoped I'd passed on the malignancy, the perniciousness of which would only become evident with the passage of time.

I've met a 35 Yr old local bi guy 3 times now.... He breeds me very deep and hard.... First meet was 2 weeks ago... He fucked me almost non stop for 5 hrs and shot 6 loads up me and beautifully wrecked my hole... I was in heaven. ... 2nd meet 4 days after he filled me with 4 loads.... And tonight another 10 days later he again wrecked my hole for 4 hours but he dumped 6 loads up me and called me a filthy slut throughout.... He is one of the best fucks I've had over recent years...my ass smells amazing....... I adore getting fucked deep n hard.... Hopefully hell be round again in cpl days.

I have had a few black cocks and I find it so hot to see the black cock going in and out of my white hole!

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, he was a very big, hairy man with 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 made sure that he understood that he only wanted to let me fuck with a condom, to 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 the excitement of 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, 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, so 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 in 4, with my ass standing up for him to fuck me, although it 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 feel that with his saliva I was already quite lubricated, but perhaps a top likes the sensation of penetrating with a lot of lubricant better. Todvia fue bastante joven cuando descargué una aplicación de citas gay que tuve mi primer encuentro sexual. Fui a la casa de un hombre de 30 años, era un hombre muy grande, peludo y con una polla muy gruesa y larga. Estaba encantado con mi cuerpo pequeño, delgado y sin pelo. Sabía que lo seguro era usar condón, y de hecho antes de nuestro encuentro me aseguré de que entendiera que solo quería dejarme follar con condón, a lo que aceptó. Empezó a besarme por todo el cuerpo y me hizo chupar su enorme polla. Al ser mi primera vez estaba muy, muy nervioso, pero la emoción de tener un hombre así frente a mí me animó a seguir dejándome hacer todo. ¡Cuando empezó a comerme el culo me sentí en las nubes! luego me empezó a meter el dedo, con ayuda de su saliva no tuve ningún problema, quedé fascinado con esa sensación de algo penetrando mi trasero. Luego comenzó a meter su polla en mi culo, solo su cabeza. Hizo un intento de empezar a penetrarme, pero le recordé que se pusiera un condón. Quería ponerse un condón que tenía guardado, pero yo soy más listo, así que le dije que usara uno que traje. He visto cosas en internet, así que sé que hay gente que perfora los condones. Se puso el preservativo que le di y empezó a penetrarme. Me tenia en 4, con el culo de pie para que me follara, aunque empezo lento, al poco tiempo me estaba follando bastante fuerte, y yo me resistia porque aunque me dolia era mas mi gusto por esa sensacion de hombre jodiéndome. En un punto, sacó su pene de mi culo, sacó una botella de lubricante y comenzó a ponerlo en mi culo. Me pareció muy extraño, ya que siento que con su saliva ya estaba bastante lubricado, pero quizás a un activo le gusta más la sensación de penetrar con mucho lubricante. He started fucking me again, and this time it got really intense, he was fucking me so hard 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 tried to turn around to get him out of my ass but he held me too tight, with all his weight on top of me. -Stop Please! You're a stranger and I also 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. Empezó a gemir muy fuerte y me dijo "te voy a dejar todo mi esperma dentro de ti" le dije que no, e intenté darme la vuelta para sacarlo de mi culo pero me abrazó demasiado fuerte, con todo su peso encima de mí. -¡Deténgase, por favor! ¡Eres un extraño y también confié en ti! -Solo eres un joven estúpido, ¿tu mami no te dijo que no confiaras en los extraños? -¡Por favor! -Tu culito se siente tan bien, sería un desperdicio no dejarte embarazado. He began to moan agitatedly and suddenly I felt his semen shoot inside me, it felt hot, it was a sensation that I actually liked, if it wasn't for the fact that I was too afraid of having contracted a disease, I would have enjoyed it. After a while in which he continued with his penis inside me, he took it out and I saw the broken condom, torn. And then a big jet of sperm came out of my ass. -Uff, I got you very pregnant, little bitch. -Why did you do that? I said while holding back the urge to cry. -I already told you! rich little asses have to be impregnated. -At least tell me you don't have any disease. -I'd like to lie to you and let you go home relieved that I didn't, but the truth is that I do, I have a high Poz load, haven't taken medication in a long time and my viral load is 75,000. Después de un rato en el que siguió con su pene dentro de mí, lo sacó y vi el condón roto, desgarrado. Y luego un gran chorro de esperma salió de mi culo. -Uff, te dejé muy embarazado, pequeño puto. -¿Por qué hiciste eso? Dije mientras contenía las ganas de llorar. -¡Ya te dije! hay que impregnar los culitos ricos. -Al menos dime que no tienes ninguna enfermedad. -Me gustaría mentirte y dejarte ir a casa aliviado de que no lo hice, pero la verdad es que sí, tengo una carga de Poz alta, hace mucho tiempo que no tomo medicamentos y mi carga viral es 75.000. What does that mean? -That no matter what you do now, my toxic DNA will change your state forever. But don't bother, sooner or later it's going to happen to passive youngsters, so thank me that I was the one who left my virus inside you and I also warned you. The way he said it was so nonchalant, and besides, his penis hadn't decreased in size, instead mine, which was shrunken in fright, began to grow. -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, but in the meantime, give in to your dirty desires, let me inject you with more poison. He got behind me, started kissing my neck and wrapped his arms around my body. Before I knew it, I was on my ass again, ready for more of his venom. A tear escaped me. -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 you. And he fucked me, he fucked me all afternoon, as the hours passed, he had cum inside me 5 times, he kissed me with great passion, he always reminded me that I was getting pregnant, that my body would belong to him forever. When it was time for me to go, he kissed me again a little, very lovingly. -Remember baby, youngsters have to be infected. -Que no importa lo que hagas ahora, mi ADN tóxico cambiará tu estado para siempre. Pero no te molestes, tarde o temprano les va a pasar a los jóvenes pasivos, así que agradece que fui yo quien dejo mi virus dentro de ti y también te lo advertí. La forma en que lo dijo fue tan despreocupada, y además, su pene no había disminuido de tamaño, en cambio el mío, que estaba encogido por el miedo, comenzó a crecer. -Y por lo que veo, te está gustando lo que te dije, ¿no? No supe qué decir, me quedé en silencio. -Vamos, ahora que mi semen está muy dentro de ti, debemos continuar. Eres muy joven, por lo que tu sistema luchará con fuerza contra el virus cuando comiences a tomar medicamentos, pero mientras tanto, cede a tus sucios deseos, déjame inyectarte más veneno. se puso detrás de mí, comenzó a besar mi cuello y envolvió sus brazos alrededor de mi cuerpo. Antes de que me diera cuenta, estaba de nuevo sobre mi trasero, listo para más de su veneno. Se me escapó una lágrima. -No llores, eso es lo que debe hacer un verdadero pasivo, entregarse por completo a su macho alfa, y créeme, no voy a ser el único al que dejes que te inyecte su carga viral. Y me folló, me folló toda la tarde, con el paso de las horas, el se había corrido dentro de mí 5 veces, me besó con mucha pasión, siempre me recordaba que me estaba quedando embarazado, que mi cuerpo le pertenecería para siempre. Cuando llegó la hora de irme, me volvió a besar un poco, con mucho cariño. -Recuerda bebé, los jóvenes tienen que estar infectados.

Society will tell you that you need to be this, that or the other. YOU can be (or not be) whatever you want to be (or not be)! You may or may not be gay. You may be nonbinary. You may be polyamorous or asexual. Or you may just be YOU without any of the labels that society tries to impose upon you! Sorry to hear about your friend. It sounds like he was murdered instead of he just died? You have every right to miss your friend and to be mad at whoever caused your friend's life to end. There is no expiration date on grief, so you should grieve as long as you need to. But don't let missing him or being angry at someone else stop you from moving on! I would guess that he wouldn't want that for you. I wish I could reach through the internet and give you multiple hugs. But since I can't, I'll send them electronically! 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

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

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Obsessed was too strong of a word. Ever since that day on campus, Nelson was uniquely intrigued by Raymond. After hearing that Raymond had a nice dick from one of his regular fuck sluts, Nelson began to think about Raymond more and more. Nelson had no problem getting sex, that wasn't the issue. He had trouble finding someone to connect with past the sexcapades. Not just any type of connection, he sought that carnal connection. Of the hundreds of men Nelson had bent over, spread eagle, face up, ass down, only 9 he thought were capable of the connection he sought. In the end, none of them worked out. Nelson didn't want to own someone or be some faggot's master. Those types of folks were a dime a dozen, the types to give up so much of themselves because they had this warped sense of fantasy wrapped in horniness. No, Nelson needed a man with a strong will, someone who walked their own path, someone unwilling to conform but also someone willing to be broken in the bedroom. From Nelson's history, this was a fine line to cross. All 9 had given in too easily, gave up when things got seemingly too rough, too mean, too unpredictable. As fucked as it was, Nelson wanted to show these men twisted versions of himself in order to find someone capable of connecting with. Sex was the wild card. If he could be a twisted mother fucker while having muscle sluts impaled on his dick, he could look in their eyes and see the conflict, the rage, the humiliation, the pleasure, the pain, the longing, the stubbornness, the excitement, the potential. He could see all the things he needed to see in order to judge someone worth his time. Nelson called it his fucked up fairly tale where he found his Prince Charming through domination, drugs and lustful deeds. "Do you want to do the honors?" Thomas asked, handing Nelson the Tina-coated dildo. Looking down at his sweaty, muscled prize, blindfolded and gagged, restrained and in obvious discomfort, Nelson thought that Raymond might be the one. But he had to put him through his paces first. "Fuck yeah, but lower his arms, just a link or two. He needs to focus on this and only this for now." Thomas sauntered over to Raymond's outstretched arms, licked them from pit to wrist, caressing and squeezing the strained muscles, squeezing his bicep and nonchalantly checking the plumpness of his veins before he unclipped the right restraint, and then the left. A wave of relief washed over Raymond. The fire that was inching its way from his wrists, down his arms, to his shoulders and upper back was doused with coolness of relief. Raymond settled a bit more comfortably in the sling, arms still stretched but with enough slack to be thankful. "Thank you," Raymond attempted to say. His head rolling slightly, ass as on fire as ever. "Was that a 'Thank you.'?" Thomas asked. Two slow nods. "You're welcome, sweet heart. How about we give you a present for all the hard work you've done today?" Thomas quipped, while reaching over the boy's head and grabbing a nipple in each hand. A series of muffled moans came from Raymond. "Such a hot muscle fag," Thomas whispered into Raymond ear, pinching and squeezing each nipple. Hard then a sudden ease. Hard then a sudden ease. Then 10 pulses of hard pinches. The boy's chest heaved and fell, his ass ached to be filled. Nelson admired Thomas when it came to his ability to take sluts from pain to pleasure in the same moment. As he thought to himself, Nelson realized he did not quite have that same quality. He was often quick to anger. But now was not a time for anger. With his free hand he found Raymond's hole, inserting two fingers, pumping them in and out watching the boy getting caught up in all the sensations. "Listen up, slut," Nelson said while removing his fingers and using them to keep the boys ass cheeks slightly spread. "I need you to focus on your ass right now, can you do that for me, kiddo?" Raymond had never been called 'slut' and 'kiddo' in the same sentence. Nelson had his attention, even if Thomas was doing his best to distract him. Nelson placed the the tip of the Tina-covered dildo at the entrance to Raymond's cunt and slowly began to push. Slowly, the bulbous head had trouble squeezing into the entrance. But slowly and firmly Nelson pushed. As the first half inch made its way into Raymond's fuck chute, he felt that now familiar burn. It was unpleasant but in combination with everything else going on, he did is best to relax his hole because Sarge had a long way to go. "Yo, poppers for the fag." Nelson quipped. Thomas released Raymond's nipples and went to his bag. He pulled out a small blue bottle and ripped the cellophane off the lid with his teeth. Before removing the cap, he gave Raymond two swift, hard slaps across the face. "These are brand new. Show your appreciation," he said before pinching the left nostril shut. "Breathe deep, 4 times." Raymond obeyed. By the fourth breath he was swimming deep somewhere off shore. Thomas released the nostril and then covered the right, "Four more, fag." Raymond wasn't as quick to obey and Nelson noticed his hesitation. Whether it was because he couldn't focus or he wasn't sure if he should do more, the boy needed to understand his place in all this. Nelson gave a quick jab and 4 inches of Sarge was thrust into Raymond. His body heaved, his torso raised, his head yanked from side to side. "Steady the bitch," Nelson directed. Thomas raised his hand and slapped it down hard onto Raymond's chest and followed through and pushed his torso into the sling. "FUCK!" Raymond tried to say but it turned into something primal when Nelson began to slowly twist Sarge inside Raymond's cunt. Raymond felt tiny pieces of the Tina dust grind against the inside of his guts. Stretched, slapped and invaded, Raymond's mind was going everywhere. "Let's try this again," Thomas covered the left nostril. He didn't have to say a word as Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. He let the boy adjust before covering the right. Again, Raymond immediately took 4 deep hits. Further he went off shore, swimming the the pleasure of the fumes. The invasion of Sarge was a distant roar. Raymond lay his head back and let his body run on instinct. He felt something inside catch fire. It was like a burning log was being dragged deeper inside him like a caveman dragging his club. There was pain but it seemed to have a purpose. By now Sarge was almost balls deep into Raymond. Nelson was twisting the dildo all the while firmly pushing it in. The boy was lost at sea. Thomas reached down and removed the gag. Raymond instinctively stretched his jaw and began to mutter. "Fuck...yeah...fuck...so...full...fuck...me...fuck...me...harder..." The last word caught both Thomas and Nelson off guard. "The heart wants what the heart wants," Thomas said and they both laughed stupidly. Thomas bent down and began to make out with Raymond. Even in his fucked up state, he was an excellent kisser. Thomas explored the boy's mouth and had no doubt that he was still intent on heeding Nelson's command by focusing on his ass. Nelson began to slowly drag the silicone dick out of Raymond, centimeter by centimeter. Twisting and turning, making sure every particle was absorbed into the boy's cunt. Thomas removed his mouth and asked, "Did you say harder?" There was a brief pause then Raymond nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir." Nelson stood and instructed Thomas to lower the head side of the sling. Understanding his intent, Thomas lowered the sling while Nelson began to slowly pick up the pace. The boy was moaning harder, almost certainly unaware that his head had been lowered. Thomas grabbed the side of Raymond's head. "Open up, sweetie," and without much preparation he began to shove his dick into Raymond's waiting mouth. Raymond's hands wrapped around the chains holding him and began to eagerly work Thomas' dick as best he could all while Nelson was picking up the pace. The drugs were doing their job, Nelson was sawing the boy's cunt with the dildo in increasingly swifter motions. The boy's ass was thrusting to meet the motions. Nelson would push in until Sarge was balls deep, twist, turn and then pull out firmly until just the head remained. Again, he would push in, but this time making circular motions, watching as the boy moaned and ached around Thomas' cock. Thomas, meanwhile, gently stroking the kids face, occasionally interrupting the boy's eager cock sucking by spitting into his open mouth and degrading him with harsh words in loving tones. "Look at you, you fucking faggot whore." Spit. Slap. "You like getting your cunt wrecked, like a drugged up slut?" Spit. Slap. Slap. "Suck my cock like you mean it or we both stop." Raymond would then visibly pick up the pace and do his best to get Thomas' dick down his throat as Nelson was now pistoning in out of Raymond in rhythmic motions. Nelson couldn't help but begin to stroke his own mighty member. Whatever happened when the next 24 hours was done with, he was going to enjoy this boy's body and push it to its limits. With limits in mind, Nelson again began to make wider circular motions as he thrust the dildo into Raymond. Deeper moans came from the boy. On the third circular thrust, Nelson stopped about halfway in and began to rub his finger where the dildo met Raymond's cunt lips. In half circles, he ran his finger over the top of the dildo and Raymond's entrance from left to right, slowly adding pressure. When the pressure wouldn't give he would go back to the circular thrust in and out of the boy. On his 4th attempt, he was able to slip is middle finger inside the boy next to the dildo. This caused Raymond to have a sharp intake of breath around Thomas' dick. "Careful dude." Thomas said to both of them, but more out of concern for his own dick than for Raymond's hole. Nelson gave an apologetic nod, but he couldn't help but get lost in using this boy. Perhaps tonight was just the beginning of a dark and twisted fairy tale.

I was 21 and lived in an old rundown apartment complex, it had a lot of issues and the landlord wasn’t much help getting things fixed when anyone had an issue. It wasn’t the best place but it was cheap and the neighbors kept to themselves. Well, mostly. There was one neighbor a couple of units across the hall from mine, Mr. Lewis, who was chatty with me every time we passed eachother by. He was an older man in his mid-60s or so. Not in the best of shape, short, balding, round faced and pudgy belly. Always wore a tank top, sweat pants and old worn sandals. The type of guy you would typically see around a place like this. But he was nice enough, always offering to invite me in for some coffee or have a chat. I never took him up on the offer though, he had a bit of that old troll vibe and I had a feeling he had ulterior motives with his invitations. It’s not like I had anything against him, I just get nervous around guys who blatantly flirt with me, I tend to freeze up and ignore their advances. I was always shy like that. Mr. Lewis was no shrinking violet, he was always bold being flirty with me in the hall, casually rubbing his crotch and eyeing me up and down when we chatted. I of course wouldn’t pay much mind to it and keept our conversations brief and continued about our own business. I never considered letting his flirtatious behavior get any further than what it was, for one he wasn’t my type, and secondly one of his previous conversations he casually talked about the difficulties of him hooking up with guys on account of him being poz. I don’t mean to be a prude, but I try to play safe on the rare occasions that I do mess around with anyone at all. It’s been a while for me since I’ve been busy with my college studies. One warm day when I was getting back home from the gym I was particularly tired and sweaty head to toe. I had an intense cardio session and my legs were sore. It didn’t help that I was wearing my bad gym shorts with the broken string, I occasionally had to pull them up from sliding down. It was laundry day as well so I didn’t have any underwear available so I was just free balling it. When I was hobbling back down the hall to my apartment Mr. Lewis came out as I passed his door almost as if he heard me coming. ”Tommy my lad. Have a nice hard workout?” He chuckled while adjusting his underwear. He was wearing sandals a tank top and briefs, not the most appropriate attire for a conversation in the hallways so he stood in his doorway. “Yeah it was a cardio day for me, 10 miles on the treadmill, squats, the usual.” I replied casually, giving a friendly smile trying not to pay attention to the fact that Mr. Lewis was developing a semi hard erection. “It’s good that you take care of your young beautiful body, wish I had more of that commitment.“ He chuckled as he lifted his tank and patted his stomach. “Say, if you have a minute do you think you would like to come in for a bit?“ He smiled while patting his crotch bulge. “Oh, um, I’d like to but I need to shower and I have some stuff I need to take care of.” Even if I wasn’t uncomfortable with his flirtatious behavior it really wasn’t the best time for hanging out. I was a mess from the gym. “Oh well this won’t take too long, I actually need your help with something. My sink pipes seem to be acting weird, can’t seem to get good pressure out of it and there might be a leak underneath, the landlord couldn’t be bothered to do anything about it and figured a young capable man like you might take a look?“ I didn’t really feel like it but he lived alone in that apartment and I felt bad for always blowing off his invitations even though he is fairly brazen with the way he carries himself. Out of the typical social fear of coming off as rude I agreed to step inside for just a little bit. “Sure, I think I can give it a shot” “Wonderful!” He perked up and stepped aside inviting me in. His apartment didn’t have much, simple couch, table and chairs. Some dirty laundry left here or there and a faint smell in the air that might have been body odor perhaps? Maybe something a little tangier? Mr. Lewis guided the two of us towards his living room and we sat on the couch together while he made small talk. “You don’t have to check the sink just yet, sit with me boy, how have you been? Handling them hunky men at the gym all right? You have been walking fairly funny in the hall, ha ha ha.” There he goes again with that blatant attitude of his. “Oh, no it was just tiring for me. I’ve been fine, studying and just trying to keep my school work life balanced, I don’t have time for messing around.“ “Well now, that’s no good. Why at your age I was filling and getting filled by plenty of men at the gym saunas. Back in those days public hook ups were a lot more common, not like all the apps these days.“ he chuckled and patted my thigh as he emphasized his words. Leaving his hand on me long enough to make it awkward but not too for me to feel the need to pull away. “Oh that sounds like a wild time, I don’t think I could do stuff like that. I’m not that bold.“ I readjusted my sitting position and pulled out a dirty sock that I was sitting on. Mr. Lewis grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Pardon the mess, I tend to delay on laundry so these things wind up everywhere. That’s why you usually see me wearing these.” Mr. Lewis put his leg up and rested his foot in my lap showing off his sandals. He reached over and slipped it off showing it to me. The heel of his foot sliding down my leg getting dangerously close to my crotch. “These things are convenient when I need em. And they don’t smell as bad as the socks when you wear them for multiple days in a row, see for yourself“ He pointed the sandal in my face expecting me to take a test smell. I wasn’t willing to smell his dirty sandal and was a bit flabbergasted that he even suggested it but I didn’t want to show it on my face and be rude so i avoided inhaling and replied with any sort of casual dismissive statement that would satisfy him and pull it away. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine. I get it.” He didn’t put the sandal back on instead he put it on the floor and slipped his other sandal off and put both his feet in my lap, this time his right foot resting directly on top of my dick. Mr. Lewis continuing the conversation nonchalantly. “So sunny, how is your sex life? Do you have a boyfriend yet?” I was surprised with how casually he asked that, even more surprising he managed to slip his foot underneath my gym shirt and was rubbing my belly button with his toes. I could clearly see that he had a full-blown erection at this point and there was even a wet spot in the center where it look like he was pre-cuming. He reached in his underwear and started fondling his cock. Just as casually as one would if they were scratching their balls. “No I don’t have the time for that, I just focus on work and school.“ I said nervously, not sure how to respond to his foot action. At this point Mr. Lewis slipped a foot through the leg of my shorts and was rubbing my sweaty thigh, I was getting uneasy with his advances. I knew he was trying to instigate something and I was trying to look for an opportunity to change the subject. “Well you have time to come see me about my plumbing issue.” He said almost mockingly, his foot sliding up further and just as I could feel his toes starting to make contact with my shaft I took that as my opportunity to change the situation. “Oh yes the plumbing!” I got up off the couch and out of Mr. Lewis‘s grasp, trying not to give the situation much acknowledgment. “Yes I should go check out the sink of yours.“ I walked over to his kitchen area and I started fiddling with the handles staring at the sink pressure trying to clear my mind of that awkwardness and do what I came here to do so I could leave. The sink pressure was a little sporadic, but that seemed to be normal, or at least as normal as the same pressure I have had. The building was old and falling apart so I’m not surprised that his plumbing was similar to mine. So I went underneath the sink to check for any leaks. Mr. Lewis came to the kitchen and handed me some tools as I was on my knees bent over looking at the pipes. It was a tight fit so it wasn’t an easy space to work with. I wiggled myself out and asked for a flashlight and a crescent wrench to see if I can loosen or tighten some of the valves and see if that would work. As I looked over to Mr. Lewis, his underwear was off and he had a massive hard veiny and uncut cock pointed at me. “Whoa! Sir your underwear, uh what is-“ “No worries, it’s been hot and the AC doesn’t work so I figured I would slip out of those old things and get more comfortable. You don’t mind. I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.” It was hot, at least I thought it was hot or maybe that was just the gym talking. Either way I tried not looking at it directly even though it looked to be about 8 or 9 inches long with a fat wide mushroom head. I Took the flashlight and wrench and went back under to focus on the task at hand. I was trying to be slow and gentle since the plumbing looked old and delicate. suddenly I felt something resting on my lower back as I felt Mr. Lewis straddling me. “What are-“ “Don’t mind me I’m just checking to see how the water pressure is doing while you’re down there, I know it’s a tight fit, but you are doing great down there.“ his cock was resting on my ass as he was playing with the sink his legs on either side of me. I said nothing, I didn’t know how to tell them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was really doing anything bad on purpose, he is fairly short after all so if he is checking the sink then naturally he would be standing fairly close. I kept adjusting the pipes below and being on my knees bent over under the sink was feeling awkward so I had to move around a bit, wiggling my hips and repositioning my knees. Unfortunately I was still covered in sweat from the gym and these were my bad shorts and they were starting to slip down, revealing my ass crack. As they slipped down a couple of inches Mr. Lewis’s shaft was now resting on my exposed bare ass. I couldn’t conveniently reach behind and pull them up again so I had to ask him to do it for me. “Um, can you pull my shorts back up for me? My string is broken.“ Mr. Lewis just grabbed my shorts and slipped them all the way down to my knees “You don’t need those, they are just going to distract you. Wow looks like you didn’t feel the need for underwear today either.“ As Mr. Lewis repositioned himself at the sink playing with the faucet again his hips reposition themselves and the tip of his cock was now pointing directly between my sweat covered cheeks, The wide head easily slipping between them due to my sweat and his very slimy cock and making contact with my whole. “Hey! Uh Sir? You’re penis is poking me..” At this point I realized his blatant flirting was starting to get out of hand. “Just a little poke is all. It’s bound to happen in such a small kitchen. Don’t worry about the pre either, your ass sweat is mixing in so I’m sure you can’t tell.” I didn’t like this. My hole was getting lubed up. Mr. Lewis’s fiddling with the sink was causing his hips to wiggle and massage my ass more. I had little room to move around and every time I moved my ass he prodded more forward. “Um it feels like you’re moving around too much. Are you sure you can’t readjust yourself?” “Oh no need to fuss about that, it’s just a little body contact in order to check the problem here, besides it hasn’t even slipped inside you. You’re a strong tight young man. My dirty old poz cock could easily thrust against you several times and your hole will stay closed, watch.” With that Mr. Lewis pulled his cock away from me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart, aimed his cock directly at my hole and slammed his hips forward into me, his bulbous cock head popping in past my sphincter with a squelching sound and the rest of his shaft burying deep into me with a loud slap as his hips smacked my ass, balls deep. “AAAGH! SHIT!“ I yelled, the pain of his sudden intrusion sending a shockwave throughout my body. Dropping the flashlight and wrench. The tight fit underneath the sink holding me in place unable to pull my ass away. “Oh, well how about that? It went in with one thrust. I guess I had too much lube on my cock when I was edging earlier. Oh well nothing to be done about it now. While I keep checking the sink how about you focus on the leak down there?” Mr. Lewis kept on playing with the sink above me as his cock was firmly lodged in my guts. His low sagging balls pressed against my taint. My insides were on fire as they were being stretched out by what it felt like a steel pipe. “Mr, Lewis! Please pull it out! You’re so big!“ I instinctively tried to move in the only direction that I could in order to remove myself from him but unfortunately the only way I could move was back toward him, causing my ass to thrust back into him causing his cock to slide in me even deeper. The shock making me wiggle my hips back-and-forth. “Now now, you don’t want to do that. Remember I was edging earlier meaning my balls are on a hair trigger. Move more and you’ll cause me to burst days worth of cum up into your ass raw.” He tried to say casually, noticeably hiding a tenseness to his voice as if he really was on the verge of cuming inside of me. “You can’t! It’s dangerous! You’re poz.“ “Then I suggest you hold still, oof, oh! Your ass is so tight and wet. I could go at any second. I- AAH! Ah!… ahh, that was close. I almost shot” I did my best to hold perfectly still with Mr. Lewis‘s cock balls deep inside me. I was focusing on trying to adjust the pipes and fix his leak, all the while I could feel every curve of his cock, the shape of his head flaring inside me, the bulging of the veins on his shaft. I could feel it all through my ass and every subtle twitch and throb was indicating that it really wanted to open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of dirty cum inside of me. I don’t know how I managed it but I managed to get the piping in working order, Mr. Lewis still nonchalantly playing with the sink above, his legs trembling with his large throbbing penis firmly drilled inside of me. “I think it’s done! You can pull out now!“ Mr. Lewis tested the water flow on his sink, which should have been the same since the piping below it just had a small leak and the water pressure was never really out of the ordinary. “What do you know? Everything seems to be in order. You manage well under pressure.” Mr. Lewis playfully gave a light slap on my ass as some sort of congratulations, but he didn’t pull out just yet. Instead he put both hands on my hips and slowly slid his cock out halfway stopped then slid it back in. He started picking up a pace, he was actually fucking me! “What are you doing? I thought you were going to pull out?“ “I will sunny boy. But first I need to thank you for fixing my plumbing. How about a big load of granddaddy’s cum inside your ass? I promise it will be huge.“ His thrusting continued, his assault on my ass pounding me with slap after a slap of his balls knocking into me. The thrusting admittedly started to feel good, stimulating my prostate. “Oh god! Are, are you undetectable?“ I asked, as some sort of bargaining with my own inhibitions. “Nope sorry. Oof, Oh! You’re gonna get a - oh fuck- hi viral load of poz cum.” His pace quickened. I was so overwhelmed by the sensations of a hard fucking that I couldn’t think. I tried to say something. “Don’t-“ “Ooh here it comes! Package is out for delivery!” He squeezed my cheeks and drilled fast and relentless. My head dizzy and cock drunk. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! AAAGH!” Mr. Lewis slammed five hard times followed by a dozen lesser slams, each a pulsing jet of cum deep inside. I could feel it flowing in me. I could feel the satisfaction in his long exhale of relief. He stopped and slowly fucked in me for another minute, keeping his ball juice plowed up in my intestines then held still. My heart was racing. My ass aching. So many thoughts going through my head. Here I was just trying to be a good neighbor- wait what the fuck is that? Was he cuming again? Mr. Lewis let out a long sigh as he unloaded a massive load, filling me up even more. Too much more. “Mr. Lewis, what is” “Ahhh, just emptying my bladder boy. Your ass makes a fantastic toilet.” Fuck, he’s pissing in me!? The flow kept coming and my guts became bloated and hot. This old man was really more depraved then I could imagine. Soon he finished up and slowly pulled out. Pushing my cheeks together to keep all his fluids in me. I slowly crawled out and got up. My legs on fire, weak and wobbly. I pulled my shorts up that still sagged a bit. “Ah thanks for getting all my pluming sorted out Tommy. Now all that down there won’t leak out. We wouldn’t want that would we?” I didn’t know what to say. I just slowly walked to the door and picked up my gym bag. But before I could leave Mr. Lewis stopped me again. “Just a moment.” He walked over to the couch and came back. “Open your mouth.” Instead of waiting for me to comply he grabbed my jaw and opened it for me then with one of his dirty socks in hand, shoved it in my mouth. Then sent me on my way with a slap on my ass. “Don’t be a stranger, next time I may need a foot massage.” He winked at me and shut the door. I walked to my place and spit out his sock and threw it. I tried cleaning out and showering but I still felt dirty. I was still in shock of what happened. This dirty old man who had been cruising me for so long somehow managed to lure me into his place, fuck me, cum in me and piss in me. I sat on my couch and rubbed my head, trying to make sense of everything. I looked to the side and Mr. Lewis’s sock was on the arm rest. I picked it up to throw it away, but I looked at it for a moment. Then for some reason I decided to stuff it back in my mouth.

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Nah, I just wanted to get out a concept as a break from the adventures of Tommy and Mr. Lewis. I’m back to writing about them.

Chapter 8: Fast Forward. Part 2. I was in heaven having my step dads lips around my cock. My friends blow jobs were good, but nothing like this. I wanted to cum quickly, but my step dad gave me my first lesson in edging. He could sense that his step son was about to cum, and took his mouth off my cock, and started caressing and kissing me. This worked the first time, but not the second time. I told my step dad i was sorry to disappoint and my step dad said he wasn't disappointed, and actually thought I'd cum during the first "break." I then told my step dad i wanted to suck his cock. My step dad said great cock suckers are well trained, and expect to take it slowly, closely following his instructions. He first told me to worship his cock and balls by simply kissing them. After that he instructed me to simply lick his cock and balls. After that he told me to put his balls in his mouth, and gently suck them, but he would be telling me to suck harder at times. After doing all 3, he said i was off to a fast start. He then instructed me to put his cock in my mouth, only a little past the head, and suck lightly just like i did on his balls. Once he was content he told me to go deeper and again start sucking lightly and progressing. I thought I got a bit more than half of my step dads cock in my mouth before he shot his wad. My dad didn't swallow, but kissed me swapping his load. The afternoon was growing old, and my step dad suggested we shower together and go get dinner. We did just that, soaping up each others cocks and balls, as well as our asses. My step dad brushed his cock on my tight pink hole, and i asked him to fuck me. My step dad just said there are a few things to learn before I take your virgin ass, but he was happy that he asked first. We went to a nice restaurant and had an amazing meal, then returned to the hotel where we immediately stripped and went to the "tent bag" which was actually a portable sling. I asked if that's where I'd loose my virginity and he said not tonight, but likely tomorrow. I was disappointed but wanted to do as instructed. After the sling was set up, dad got out his trick bag, and said he first had to teach me the proper way to clean before sex. He pulled out a shower shot, and connected it to the shower. He explained that first of all eating before would complicate the process. He explained that after not eating, you could usually release the water into the tub or shower. As we had a large dinner he explained it would be best to get some water in, and release it in toilet until clear, and finish in tub. I had no idea having sex was so much work for a bottom!

I didn’t see Rob at all the rest of the day. I tried to find him but he was either too busy or he may have been avoiding me since seeing me in the hallway. The day flew by and I could barely focus on schoolwork. As the evening came I wandered through the apartment trying one last attempt to see if I could get ahold of him. But no luck. I was at my place, thinking of what to say to Mr. Lewis. I was at a loss so I laid face down in bed, hoping I could sleep off the stress. I wasn’t asleep long until I was woken up by a big weight on me. As I came to I saw Mr. Lewis was in bed sitting front of me. His cock was poking me in the face. His feet pressed against my cheeks. As I looked over my shoulder the weight on top of me was George down at my ass eating me out. They were both there. They snuck in as I was asleep. Fuck I should have put the chair on the door! “What’s going on?!” Mr. Lewis repositioned my face with his feet to look directly at his cock. The tip of it grinding against my lips. “Moment of truth pig boy. Did ya slobber all over the big man’s feet like I told ya to?” “Not yet grandpa, I haven’t found him.” Mr. Lewis’s cock went in my mouth. I could taste his salty pre cum. He smiled. Clearly happy over for what I said. “Oh then I guess you’re too late now. Times up.” “But! I still have time!” I tried to say as best as I could with his bulbous tip in my mouth. “Nope! My task, my rules. But deep down you didn’t want to complete that assignment. You’re addicted to your grandpa aren’t you?” He was rubbing his feet on me while I sucked him. “You love my cock don’t you?” “…yes” I mumbled “You love these feet don’t you?” “…yes” “Good, then how about you lick them here, while old George goes to town on your ass? I know he has already sampled you a few times, but this time I’m gonna make sure he’s very thorough. And so will I.” George continued licking my hole. It felt good and Mr. Lewis’s feet felt nice caressing my face. I wanted to escape but the kink was making my head spin. The cock slipped out of my mouth, a trail of pre falling down my chin. I kissed his feet and started licking his feet and cock. Going back and forth between them. “Yes that a good foot pig.” Mr. Lewis took out some thing that he was holding behind him, it was a condom. But it was a used condom filled with cum, a lot of cum. Like a bunch of guys jacked off into it. It looked like half a cups worth. He was pinching the opening shut. It bounced like a creamy water balloon. “Here George use this.” George took a break from rimming me and sat up on top of me, his cock resting on my crack. He took the condom and started sticking the opening at my ass, shoving it in. “Wait what’s that? No. What are you doing?” I protested but Mr. Lewis held my face to him with his feet. “Just some natural lube for you boy. Look, he’s going to get the end of it nestled in your ass there and squeeze the tip of it like a tube of toothpaste. Your ass will get filled with multiple loads from friends of mine. “Oh god, do they have anything?” George was squeezing the condom with the opening inside me. The mass of cum balling up at my entrance. My clenching hole keeping the cum from draining into me for now but George kept the pressure, gently pushing the cum balloon further. “I don’t know. Does it matter? You’re a dirty pig boy who doesn’t care how low he goes. I was thinking I had to break you down more but you seem to love George’s kink so much, I don’t see a point now.” “I didn’t! He sat on me! Nothing happened! I just rimmed him. That Frank guy was there and saw!” The cum bubble was still being pressed against my hole. George seemed not to care either way. Mr. Lewis looked off to the side. “That true Frank? George didn’t do the deed while you fucked him?” “Not that I witnessed. I wouldn’t be there if he did. I’m a piss freak but that ain’t my scene.” What? Frank was here? How many guys were in my room? “George old buddy. Are you up to your pranks again?” He looked at George playfully annoyed. “Eh, I didn’t have anything at the time. But he’s going to get it sooner or later and I’ll be the one to do it.” “Sure sure, but that’s besides the point. What matters is he hasn’t dropped all his barriers yet. Come on, get up. I’ll need some alone time to work my magic.” Fuck thank goodness. I felt relieved and was relaxing more. “I still need to cum.” George complained, then with a sharp lurch, he pressed the cum balloon against my ass and it all squirted up in my ass! “Oh fuck!” I felt it spread in me. It was room temperature so I couldn’t feel any warmth from it but I felt it balling up in my colon then spreading towards my depth. “George! That wasn’t easy to collect.” Mr. Lewis was annoyed. George pulling the sloppy empty condom out of me and started slapping my ass with his hard cock. “Didn’t want to waste it.” He got into position for penetration. “George no. You can’t fuck him. I need to-“ George slammed his cock in me and started fucking. His weight on my back made it impossible to move. “George, you’re being very naughty.” “You don’t get him all to yourself. I’m gonna cum in him then finish what I started.” I think Frank was jacking off in the corner, or on the edge of the bed. Hard to tell. George was enjoying my cum filled ass and I was starting to enjoy him fucking me but I still wanted him off. “Oh it’s just like with Mason’s son all over again. You always were a greedy bastard.” Mr. Lewis got up and was tapping George on the shoulder. “That’s enough big man. Let up.” George slowed down but still kept thrusting. “We’re still going to fuck him later?” He asked now giving periodic hard slams. It caused more pain then pleasure, but still my dick was hard from it. “Yes we will. But I need quality time with my grandson. Be at the ready though. You’ll get yours later tonight.” George reluctantly got up, pulling his cock out and a small guider of cum shot out my ass. “I still have a full bladder here.” Frank complained. “You can hold it a while longer Frank. You love it anyway. The feeling of needing to piss gets that long cock of yours leaking hard.” Mr. Lewis was gathering the group. There were even a couple other guys there leaving that I didn’t notice before. Shit he actually had a train of guys organized? Almost everyone dispersed and was leaving. Mr. Lewis ushering everyone out and talking with some of them. Frank was still in the bedroom with me looking anxiously back and forth to the door and me. “Hey lil buddy, before he comes back. Help me out here will ya?” Frank whispered. He got close and shoved his cock in my face. “Drink my piss. Gulp it down fast before he comes back.” I opened my mouth and as soon as he stuck it in he unleashed his flow. “Oh yeah I was holding it in for a while. He promised me a toilet boy and I’m getting one.” I did my best to gulp it down. He was well hydrated and it didn’t have a strong taste to it. Just slightly tangy and warm. It was actually enjoyable, okay, it was really enjoyable and was turning me on. Gulp after gulp I swallowed Franks piss. He was smiling at me, running his hands through my hair. Eventually it slowed and came to a halt. He gave a few finishing bursts and pulled out. I licked the last drops off his tip and licked my lips. “Thanks man, that was so hot. Did you like it?” “Yeah I did, thanks.” I whispered my gratitude while wiping my mouth. Frank bent down to whisper in my ear. “Hey, do you want to come to a party with me sometime? I have some friends that would love to piss in you.” Normally I’d refuse, but I really did enjoy drinking it from him. So gave him a nod. “Good, I’ll get things arranged.” Frank got up to leave passing by Mr. Lewis. “Taking your time hu? No funny business?” Mr. Lewis looked at Frank suspicious. “Everything’s fine man. Just leaving.” As Mr. Lewis ushered the last guest out. Rob was standing in the doorway. “Oh? What are you doing here?” Mr. Lewis asked Rob. I was standing there between them, happy to see Rob but also ashamed of him seeing so many guys leave my place. “The kid wanted me to come over so I’m here.” Rob looked at me. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Mr. Lewis looked at Rob then back to me several times. “Well… very well then… you two have fun.” Mr. Lewis wandered back to his place, I could here him mumbling under his breath “Fuck, fuck. God damn it.” He acted like he just lost a bet. I was now alone with Rob. A strange sense of comfort and safety washed over me. “I thought you wanted to fool around but it looks like you already got your fill.” He commented noticing the cum seeping out my ass. “Not by choice. He’s been fairly assertive with that recently.” “That right? You seemed to be enjoying yourself getting fucked the hall.” Rob walked to the kitchen and wet a rag. He came back to me and started cleaning me off. “I can explain.” “No need, I know how tempting his cock is and he has a knack for converting guys into kink.” I liked having him touch me. Getting cleaning up by him almost felt nurturing. “He didn’t seem too happy I was here. Is this game of his supposed to be over by now or what?” “He said I had till the end of today or he’d have George-“ “George?!” He grabbed my shoulders. “He has that nasty fuck involved too?” I looked down. “Yeah and a few others apparently… but you came before they did anything. Well mostly.” Rob took a breath. “Okay. Kid you need to stop this. Those guys are bad business. I don’t think you know how bad half the people are who live here. It’s like a damn fetish bathhouse at times.” “Yeah I’ve been starting to pick up on that.” Rob was looking up and down my naked body in front of him. “What do you need from me? He just wants me to fuck you and he’ll leave you alone?” “I don’t think he’ll leave me alone. I would just dodge being thrown to George and I guess those other guys. Frank seemed nice though…” “Frank? Yeah he’s an okay guy for the most part. Obsessed with piss play though. Did he get you doing any of that?” “Yeah, twice. Mr. Lewis too a couple times.” “Damn and you like it?” I couldn’t tell if he was being judgmental or not. “I liked it from Frank.” “He’d be glad to hear that.” Rob was now pacing around the room, contemplating. “Okay so here’s what we can do. I’m clean you hear? I’m not interested in catching anything from you. So I’ll hang about here for a bit and you can tell the old bastard we did whatever you want to tell him okay?” Would that trick work? Would Mr. Lewis believe that? But it sounded like a win for me either way. “Yeah I’d like that. Thanks.” I got clothes on and Rob and I were spending time together. For once in a long time I actually felt like I could drop my guard. I wasn’t expecting him to be so understanding. We watched TV, played on our phones, talked about our days and some of the things that Mr. Lewis George and Frank did. Rob was unfazed by it. After a couple of hours, Rob felt like it was time for him to leave. “OK little man. I’m going to head out. You can tell Mr. Wilson you did whatever it was you needed to do. Just don’t tell him I bottomed for you. I don’t need him getting the impression I am taking dirty loads. At least not until you’ve been tested and stop playing with him.” “Right, understood. But he wasn’t expecting me to fuck you.“ “Then tell him I fucked to you, whatever.“ “He wasn’t expecting that either.“ “Alright wait, what exactly did he want you to do?” For some reason I felt embarrassed to mention it. I looked down at his large shoes, imagining what his feet look like inside them. “Uh… he wanted me to… lick your feet.” Rob them quickly grab my shoulder, his mood perked up a bit. “Shit are you serious?! That’s all?! Fuck dude I totally would have loved to do that! That’s a huge kink of mine!” He was now smiling at me but a smile mixed with a touch of disappointment as if he missed out on an opportunity. I think it was actually the first time I had seen him smile. “Really?!” “Yeah! And we could’ve done that this entire time! There ain’t no bodily fluids exchanging. Fuck why didn’t you tell me that from the get-go! It’s too late to actually do anything like that, I have shit to do.” “I- I don’t know. I’m still new to this. I don’t know how to tell a guy I want to foot worship him.” “You want to? Not just have to?” “Yeah, it becoming a kink of mine I guess.” “Alright little dude, I’m going to be real with you now. I’ll foot dom you. But you need to stop seeing that guy. If you do that. I’ll make you my foot pig all you like and then some. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I noticed a slight bulge in his pants. He seems to be getting horny. “Yeah I’d love that.” Rob knelt down to take a shoe off. He pulled off one of his socks and I saw his bare foot. It was huge and meaty. Larger then Mr. Lewis’s or George’s, but not as chubby a man George’s. It was beautiful but I couldn’t see the bottom of it since he slipped his foot back in the shoe. “Here take this. You can show it to Mr. Lewis as proof.” I graciously too the sock from him. It was warm and a little damp from sweat. “Kick the bad habit. I don’t play with tainted goods.” With that Rob left. I was alone in the apartment and it was late. But I was in better spirits now. I felt like I had a little bit more control of the situation now. This time I blocked the door and wedged it good. I went to bed but noticed there was still cum on my sheets. I slept next to it, figuring I’d clean it up in the morning. No one tried getting in, or at least not that I noticed. Mr. Lewis must have believed that I completed my task. There must have been a lot of disappointed guys out there. Especially George. I gripped onto Rob’s sock, holding it close to my face. It smelled fantastic and I couldn’t get enough of it. I decided that the next day I’d be more assertive, perhaps establish boundaries. I slept good that night dreaming of Rob stepping on me.

Chapter 7: Fast Forward. My birthday was several weeks ago, however my birthday camping trip was delayed several weeks due to weather. The trip was going to be either amazing, or terrifying. That morning mom gave me another present and step dad packed up the SUV. Mom said have fun, and said she'd wished she could come, but not into camping. She asked her husband about his gift, and he said he'd give it to him later. Little did either know what that meant. They got into the SUV, but instead of to a campground, a rather sleazy motel. I was confused, and questioned my step dad. He told me he had something to discuss, and besides he hated camping. I then asked about the tent in back. My step dad just laughed and said it was Something more exciting than a tent. They got into the room, quite the roach motel. My step dad lit up a cigarette and offered one to me. At first i declined saying i didn't smoke. My step dad laughed and said the rules were no lies, only truths. My step dad said i needed to be aware of my surroundings when smoking both cigarettes and my friends cock. He then reminded me of the poolside cam, and that i should be happy he saw and deleted them before mom did. They got on the bed together and his step dad immediately asked me if i was gay. I said i was questioning and asked if he was. My step dad said bi, but more gay. He continued by telling me that he considered me gay. I asked why, and he said he's seen me watching him in shower, and admitted he'd watched me shower and play with my cock also. I told my step dad that my friend and I have discussed the same and that we had come to the mutal decision that we were both gay, but inexperienced besides watching his gay porns! My step dad laughed and said, yes I was thinking some were out of place! He then asked me if I wanted some real life experience. I said yes Sir, but your my dad. He replied my step dad, not my flesh and blood. My step Dad said good boy. He said he would address him as boy, and not son, and he was to address him as Sir, and not dad. I totally agreed. My step dad said he was hoping id be open to real experiences, and to get naked under the covers while he went to the SUV to get the tent. Before leaving the room he put in a gay porn, but told me to keep my hands off of my cock. He returned and then put the "tent" on the floor, looking at his step son under the covers creating his own tent! My step dad said this weekend would be one of discovery and learning for both of them. He reminded me that i had to be open to new experiences but if i felt uncomfortable just say, and he'd stop. He also reminded me that if he wanted to do something specific to just ask. With that my step dad stripped and got into bed with me. I told my step dad i wanted to experience my first blow job from an experienced cock sucker. He looked suprised saying he thought me and my friend and had already experienced oral. Isaid yes Sir, but neither of us were experienced at it. My step dad pulled back the covers, putting my pre cumming cock in his mouth, and started to worship my cock more than it had ever been worshipped before. To be Continued in next Chapter under part 2.

Friend texted me that he was free if I wanted to suck him (he was too tired to fuck) and I could bring someone if I wanted. He ended up finding someone on sniffies but I had to pick him up. Got the location and picked him up, got to chatting with him on the way to my friends place and found out he’s homeless. Ended up taking his load up my ass and swallowing my friend. So hot 🥵

Yep back at my favorite bathhouse again yesterday, it wasn’t too busy but luckily I got hit up in the first five minutes in the big playroom. He was a big guy with a five inch cock but was wide as a beer can, I knew it was going to hurt but I had to have it. It did hurt though in a good way, a crowd gathered around which made it even better, the guy was really fucking me hard and my ass was stretched pretty good. He fucked me for about ten minutes then one last thrust and he seeded me deep. Not much after that but I left satisfied.

Just remember, you loved someone, and they deserved it. As do you. You brought light into someone else's life, even if it was for only a short period. You made their life better for that time. Cherish that. We all lose loved ones eventually, whether it's through death, or separation. You may never fully get over it, but like the old saying goes.....it is far better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. It sounds cliche, but it's true. Grieve and go forward and love again.

I would like to extend my condolences as well. Some grief never truly goes away. It just becomes part of who you are. Losing the special people in your life is often devastating and can take a long time to overcome. If you haven't already, I would highly recommend professional grief consoling. There is absolutely no reason to feel bad or less of a person for seeking such help.

My step daughter of 2 years innocently flirted with me. She hinted at wanting to see my full grown cock a few times since first meeting her. I can't believe I held out until I separated from her mom 2 years later. I fucked her all night in a motel. We referred to each other as bio dad fucking his bio daughter. Age-play even younger: Daddy's little girl wants to play with daddy's adult sized sex organ.

Even though your relationship was never defined, the 2 of you shared a closeness and the loss is painful. Despite your boundaries, if you know you made a difference in his life, take comfort in that and cherish what he brought to your life. My condolences.

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.

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 highly recommend you get on PREP if you are actually going to bareback. If it is just a fantasy that you are entertaining, but aren't actually fucking with anyone, it doesn't really make a difference. I can't say that I condone your self destructive fantasy, or that I don't find it irritating, but if you aren't actually acting on it you aren't causing yourself harm.

I’ve been chatting with a local Asian guy for about a week who never fucked a guy. After many attempts to set up something he finally confesses that he is married and can only meet at 4am before work. An impossible too early too late time. It’s the day before my day off and I go to bed at 930p. Earlier than usual and abruptly wake at 1230a to use the bathroom. Well an BBC who I often meet reaches out and asks, as usual, “wanna fuck?” So I get ready and he rough fucks me and blows a Hugh load. A few hours later I get a Filipino FB coming off a late shift from one of the Waikiki hotels, he breeds me too. I have been fishing for this married straight boy for a week on Grindr, sending him pics of raw dicks fucking me. Playing with his urges to fuck an nsa dl daddy hole without any messy issues. Everyday we talk dirty about how he will fuck my hole raw and pump his seed in my pussy. I show him pics of cum dripping from my swollen used hole. He always responds with “likes” and he asks for more pics. His is a hot, local Asian in 32yo, muscle stud and claims to be straight but wanna fuck a guys ass on the dl. This morning I stayed up s bit more and waited. Saw him online and said I’m ready for him. I didn’t tell him I had 2 fresh loads steaming in my cunt. I didn’t want to scare him off. I wanted his married straight cheating dick fucking me. He came over taking off his clothes to buff and hard body, pull out a short but thick hard dick. He asked, “where the lube?” I replied it’s on the table. He says, “nevermind” suck my dick. I suck his dick and it stretched my mouth out… fuck is this an Asian dick? It was also this angry and mean hardness to it like it was edge for hours…. “I’m ready” turn around. No lube. He shoves his slick dick with my spit into my greedy hole. Although being fucked earlier he stretched it out. He fucked me like a used toy and came in minutes. “How was it?” He asks. “Fuck that’s a thick cock!!” How did you like my ass? I asked… He said,”sorry I came too fast.” Zip up and left. I have this new thing for married guys. They are pigs and don’t care if they are fucking you raw… I need more guys like that in my rotation!

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.

Raymond’s mind was all over the place. The drugs were doing their job as his hole was still aching to be touched, fingered, fucked and used in so many imaginable ways, but he had truly seemed to piss off the only man he had ever wanted to meaningfully please. The drugs had transformed Nelson from random Red Shirt in the cafe to a man that was able to make the historically rebellious and annoyed Raymond willing want to serve. Raymond, head hanging down, mind running amok, kneeling before Thomas, was confused and disappointed in himself. Disappointed that was giving him the fuck of his life and abruptly stopped the pleasure. Nelson was the last person he had ever wanted to upset, even if it was the drugs making him think so. “You hear that, fucker? Me and Nels go way back. We’ve ruined many a faggot; this is the first time I’ve seen him this fucking pissed. He either really likes or really fucking hates you. Hard to tell with him, isn’t it? Well, either way he gave permission to make it hurt.” He winked at Raymond, the sad puppy dog look on his face still present as he began to hear the familiar flick and click of the torch. Raymond watched as Thomas filled his lungs. He held the hit, put the bong on the desk to his right and motioned for Raymond to move forward. As if by now on instinct, Raymond closed his eyes and opened his mouth for a shotgun that never came. Watching Raymond close his eyes thinking he was getting a shot gun, Thomas, in one swift motion, rolled back his chair, stood up and slapped the ever-living fuck out of Raymond. Standing at his full height, he was able to fully rear back and deliver a blow that connected square on the cheek. The *THWACK echoed in the room. Raymond fell hard against the hard wood floor. It happened so fast he was only able to make a surprised yelping sound before bringing his hand to his left cheek while he used his other hand and knees to drag himself away from his assailant. For a second Thomas thought he went too far, but the slap was loud enough to bring Nelson to the door. Noticing the slight glint of panic in Thomas’ eyes, Nelson gave an approving nod and directed his eyes toward the gear that littered the shelves. A cocky smirked appeared on his face when Thomas smiled back widely, knowing punishment was the name of the game. Nelson disappeared silently back down the hall. The pain and surprise brought Raymond back to reality, if only briefly. “What the fuck, dude?” he croaked while still half crawling away. He was on all fours making his way up when Thomas quickly sat on this back. Not hard, but firm enough to surprise him again. He quickly wrenched Raymond’s left arm behind his back and began to push it up the boy’s muscled back. Quickly his right arm shot back and began tapping Thomas, the universal sign of submission. Thomas leaned forward and sneered, “Touch me one more fucking time with that faggot hand of yours and I break your fucking arm, comprende puta?” As he finished he couldn’t resist licking Raymond’s neck, ending in a nibble. Relishing the sweaty and musky smell, he buried his nose in the crook of Raymond's neck and began to gently bite. Raymond had no doubt in his mind that Thomas would break his arm, so he dropped it and was instantly aroused as the man sitting on his back began licking and biting him. Involuntarily he began trying to grind his ass up into Thomas. His mind confused, his body giving in. “In my experience,” Thomas said, while slowly easing up on Raymond’s bent arm, “disobedient faggots learn through pain.” By this time Thomas had scooted down just a bit, his hard cock rubbing up and down Raymond’s now sweat drenched crack. Raymond could feel the hard cock teasing him, but was also aware of the lessening pain in his arm. Thomas finally released his arm and Raymond immediately move it forward, toward his head, all the pain in his cheek was a memory as he felt relief. “But I also learned, they learn through pleasure,” Thomas said as he began to grind his dick between Raymond’s ass cheeks while also using his hand to massage Raymond’s upper back. Thomas was transfixed by Raymond’s toned back muscles. Glistening with sweat, Thomas was momentarily lost in giving this boy pleasure. Five minutes passed with Thomas expertly massaging the boy, his dick still teasing Raymond. All that could be heard was Raymond moaning so slightly, punctuated with the sporadic, “Fuck yes…” Realizing he had a job to do, Thomas was brought back to reality. “So, what’s it going to be, faggot? Pleasure?” Thomas began to gently lick Raymond’s neck and back, again, gently nibbling in his neck. “Or pain!” With one quick and perfectly timed motion, he shoved his entire dick, thickness and all, into the boy in one rough motion. Raymond howled and attempted to get up. He was strong, and almost succeeded, but Thomas was quicker. He spread the boy’s legs with his feet and grabbed a handful of Raymond’s hair and brought his head down hard on its left temple. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough momentarily daze Raymond and let him know that tonight’s pleasure would come at a cost. A cost he knew his body could pay, but his mind, perhaps not. Dazed and with pain coming from different parts of his body, Raymond lay flat on the ground, as Thomas placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder blades and began to withdraw and plunge back it. It is a confusing sensation, letting a man ravage your hole while wanting, with every fiber of your being, for it to "Please stop for god's sake!" and, at the same to, "Fuck yeah, fuck that hole!" Raymond’s eyes were squeezed shut in pain, but he also realized he had reached back to spread his cheeks. Thomas knew that the boy was far from being broken, but he was up for the challenge. “Faggot wants pain,” was all Thomas said as Raymond felt a deluge of conflicting emotions flash across his mind. Thomas was sure he was ripping the boy open. He slowed slightly and examined his cock as it slowly exited and entered the boy. To his surprise, no pink or red streaks. Just pure slickness. He gave the boy a few more pumps before unceremoniously exiting the cunt. He watched it slowly wink closed as Raymond lay panting and limp on the ground. Thomas sat back down in his seat and grabbed the bong. He nudged Raymond’s left leg, “Get the fuck up and clean your ass off my dick. Do a good job and we will see about getting you something to lessen the pain.” Raymond quickly scrambled up and gently took Thomas’ slick cock into his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to please Nelson, and that meant Thomas was the man of the hour right now. Thinking of Nelson, Raymond began to take Thomas down his throat, all the while keeping eye contact with him. “Fuck yeah,” Thomas moaned. He looked down at the stud taking his cock and began to run his hands through the boy’s thick hair. “You really have no idea what the fuck you got yourself into.” He winked and smiled down at Raymond. This egged Raymond on but he was brought back to the reality of the situation feeling the grip on his hair get uncomfortably tight. Thomas shoved Raymond down onto his cock until the boy's nose smashed against his perfectly groomed crotch.

I spent the summer walking on eggshells around the apartment complex. Trying to avoid my neighbor. Occasionally I would see him but I would put more of an effort to walk on by. I kept thinking about how I was lured into fixing a sink but ended up fucked. I deliberately tried to keep as much distance as possible for the past couple months. Since Mr. Lewis was poz I had gotten tested recently and to my relief My results today say I was still negative. Despite his deposit, I manage to avoid catching what he had. So now I’ve been feeling less on edge. When I walked past his door this time I felt lighter so I didn’t mind that he stopped me to say hi. “Well hello there Tommy boy. How have things been with you? Haven’t seen much of you.” He was in his tank top and sweats as usual, notably no underwear since his bulge was poking through. Although since seeing it last time, it could just be big enough to make a prominent tent even with underwear. I still remember the pain it caused on its ‘accidental’ plunge in me. I tried not to stare. “I’ve been okay Sir. Just busy with studies and work. You know how it is.” Even if I wasn’t trying to avoid him, I have been rather preoccupied with school and work. So it wasn’t much of a fib. “Oh I’m sure you’ve been working hard. I’ve missed you.” He then pulled his cock out of his pants and twirled it in font of me. “I know this has missed you as well.“ I didn’t know how to respond to that. I blushed and was struggling for words. “Oh I’m just kidding. How is your ass? I’m sure it has recovered since the last time I fucked you dirty.“ And he said that with a normal speaking voice regardless of who may or may not have heard it. We were alone in the hallway but still. “It’s-It’s fine!” I nervously looked back and forth to make sure no one was around to hear that. At the end of the hall I saw a brief glimpse of the landlord exiting towards the staircase. I wasn’t sure if heard that or not. My embarrassment shot up. “Why don’t you come in? You can keep me company, and we can get comfortable.” He motioned to inside his place. The place where I was violated so easily. “No thanks. I’m going to head home and take care of some chores. Cleaning, laundry, that sort of stuff. It was nice seeing you.” I politely fibbed. I admit there was a small part of me that was curious to see what he had in store but that part of me was incredibly small and the vast majority of my rational brain was directing me to get out of there. I didn’t give him time to interject and made my way home. I took a moment to calm down from the encounter then pulled myself together and went about my day. I got to work on things that I have been neglecting, like cleaning and a few homework assignments that were past due but I could turn them in for at least partial credit. I started gathering up a few things to do laundry when I heard a knock on my door. It was Mr. Lewis, with a small bag of laundry. “Howdy there sunny boy. You mentioned you were doing laundry? Well I figured I’d come by and borrow your washer. Mine’s on the fritz again. I’ll probably have you come by and take a look eventually. You don’t mind.” He was cheerful and aloof, but said that as more of a statement then a question. As if we were already close friends. But like before I didn’t want to be rude so I let him in. “Uh, sure I was just about to put a load in.” I grabbed my pile and walked to the washer. Mr. Lewis fallowed with his and we started sorting. He was behind me with his bag while I was putting things in the machine. “I don’t have much, I can shove my load in with yours.” His hips pressed up against me as he was throwing some things in. I felt his hard on rubbing my butt. I started getting visions of the kitchen sink incident and the straddling he gave me. I moved aside, away from his boner and threw more clothes in. Mr. Lewis had some sweats, tanks, socks and underwear. His usual casual wear. When the last of our clothes went in, Mr. Lewis grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. “Woah! What are you doing?” “Might as well wash everything while you’re at it right?“ Mr. Lewis said while taking his tank top off. “Go on then, we’re both guys here, no need to be shy.“ I wasn’t very comfortable with the situation but it was laundry day and Mr. Lewis already was taking off his clothes, so I finished taking my pants all the way off and pulled my shirt off and added them to the washer. Mr. Lewis pulled down his underwear and his stiff cock sprang up, the forskin pealing back on its own as the head swelled up. It was an impressive piece of meat, and on any other circumstances I’d love to play with it. “There we go that’s better isn’t it?“ He tossed his clothes in the washer while getting behind me and pressing his hips up against me again. I felt his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. The tip of his cock was wet, it felt like he was dripping pre-cum already. “Ah! Sir careful! Thats very close.” I tried moving my ass away from his cock but he grabbed my hips and held me in place, then added some pressure against my hole. His pre leaking out and getting me slick down there as it pressed. It was trying to dig inside me again. “Mr. Lewis please you can’t.” Then all of a sudden Mr. Lewis held a dirty cloth in front of my nose and mouth, it stank a lot. “Now now boy. Just breathe in my old socks. You’ll be fine.“ I held my breath, my body was freezing up and I didn’t know what to do. Mr. Lewis sensing my hesitation and started getting impatient. “I said breathe!“ On that he emphasized by thrusting his hips forward, his fat cock tip plunging inside me. I jolted. His thick clock caused pain going in, and out of reflex I did as instructed. I gave the socks a big inhale. They smelled like dirty feet, like he wore them for a week. There was also another smell in there, a chemical smell. My head went dizzy and I got such a rush. I started feeling really good. The pain from his cock head in me went away and I relaxed my ass. His cock actually started feeling good and so did the rest of my body. For a moment I forgot about the danger and started wiggling my hips down onto Mr. Lewis’s cock. The sock over my face seemed to be making me sensitive, I could feel his cock inside me in better detail. The shape of the head, the foreskin sliding in my ring, his twitching shaft pulsing it’s way up in me. As my ass started swallowing it up more there was a sudden jerk. Mr. Lewis had yanked his cock away from me. “Good, now that we have the load packed in how about we sit down and relax. I could use a drink, how about you?” I felt a slime trailing from my ass down my leg. Mr. Lewis’s massive cock had a bead trailing down it’s tip. This man produces a lot of pre-cum. As he walked towards the kitchen I reached behind me and felt my ass. The tip of my finger got coated in his pre. I brought the finger up to my mouth and tasted it. It was salty and bitter. A much stronger flavor than mine, almost overwhelming. As the fuzziness in my head started to wear off I yanked my finger away and acted like nothing happened right before he was able to see what I was doing. What was I thinking? How could I have enjoyed what he did? I got to keep it together. This man has a sinister motive and he nearly accomplished it again just now. What the hell was coated in that sock? I need to be on my toes. “Where do you keep your glasses?” He was rumedging through my kitchen, practically making himself at home. I walked next to him and squatted down to the lower cabinet grabbing two glasses out. “Oh there they were.” He turned his body in my direction while I was still squatted down closing the cabinet door and his cock slapped me across the face, leaving some pre smeared on my cheek. Mr. Lewis only filled his up with tap water and carried both glasses over to the living room table. “Come sit, we have plenty of time while the clothes wash.” “L-let me just go get dressed.” “Come now, I’m sitting here naked. I don’t want to be the only one. Come sit.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him. I reluctantly obliged and sat down. His dick was down to a semi now, he was casually playing with his balls while he continued conversation. “You did a fine job on my sink Tommy. Thank you for the help.” “Yeah sure. It was my pleasure.“ “I’m sure it was. Especially for me screwing your hot tight ass. Thank you for that by the way it’s been a while since I was able to breed a young man such as you.“ He smiled as if he was recounting the time that he won a game or caught a large fish and felt proud of himself. “Yeah about that, I don’t think I can really do stuff like that.“ I tried to come off as gently as possible. “You know, the risks and all.“ “I already shot a massive load of poz cum in your ass last time. I don’t think you need to worry about risk anymore, he he.” “Well I got lucky and I’m still negative. I was tested recently. So I really shouldn’t be playing around like that.“ Mr. Lewis‘s face lit up. His cock sprang back up to full mast. As if he was happy to hear that news. “Oh really? Well then I guess you’re a lucky son of a gun! But I guess I did give you a pretty strong irrigation after words. Would have been unfortunate for you to catch the bug on the first date, ha ha ha.“ “Do you normally play like that? Without condoms?“ “Never used them in my life. I always fuck raw. Probably why I am positive to begin with. But I never minded that. It’s better to feel skin on skin, the feel of a cock pulsing as it floods your guts with sperm. Don’t you think?“ “Yeah that sounds hot in theory. But I don’t know, maybe with someone I trusted.“ “And you don’t trust me? Your good old granddaddy across the hall? he he.” Mr. Lewis patted my thigh as he chuckled. His fingers grazing my shaft as he rubbed my leg. “I’m just kidding, I know I am an old kinky [banned word]. Which is why I couldn’t help but piss inside of you last time. But how can you blame me? Not every day that I have access to such a handsome young man like you. I had to try as many kinks as I could.” That made me blush. No one‘s ever talked to me that way before. He was so experienced and unfiltered, that I just couldn’t keep up with his wildness. “I don’t really do kink. I never really gave it much thought. You were the first one to ever do something like that.“ “Do you mean I took your piss virginity? Oh lucky me! Glad I was able to soil your insides first. The thought of it is making me leak.“ I looked over to his cock and it was leaking. A drip of clear pre going down his shaft. “Say, do you know how to give a good foot massage? Why don’t you try with these.“ Mr. Lewis popped his feet in my lap as he asked that. Not giving me much time to answer. “I don’t really know how.“ I stared at his feet in my lap, my mouth agape at his request. They were meaty and thick, with a little bit of dirt on the bottom of them. They were a little big for such a short man, probably size 10 or 11. I have never given anyone a massage before, and this felt strangely intimate so I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to turn him down. “Oh it’s not that hard, they ain’t going to bite you. If anything you might bite them.“ Mr. Lewis raised a foot up to my face and shoved his toes in my mouth. It tasted strong, salty, and musky, almost like an exotic cheese. It was like when he shoved his dirty sock in my mouth but this taste was more intense. His toes were locating my tongue. I pushed his legs away and coughed a bit, trying to process what just happened this time. “There you’ve had a taste. Probably a lot better than my old sock right?“ “Right.“ damn, not what I meant to say. I just thought up of any answer automatically as I was getting over the shock of having this older man’s dirty toes in my mouth. “Figured you’d like that. You seem like you’d be a natural shrimper.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, I just nodded in agreement. Mr. Lewis sat upright and grabbed my arm and started pulling me off the couch. “Move over here in front of me. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to rub on them. Just sit on the floor there in front of me. Will be easier that way.“ He positioned me so I was sitting on my knees on the floor while he sat on the couch. He lifted his foot and put it in my lap motioning me to start rubbing them. Out of fear of having him forcing me to suck on them again I started massaging it. Not really sure what to do, just pressing my thumbs into his soul and rubbing them in small circles. Mr. Lewis tilted his head back and sighed, seemingly enjoying himself. As I was rubbing one foot he raised his other and let it sit on my shoulder periodically caressing my cheek with his toes. The more I massaged his foot the more he was rubbing my face with his other, getting dangerously close to my mouth with his big toe. As I felt his toe reaching over and pressing against my lips, I finished up massaging the foot in hand and swapped it out for the one on my shoulder taking it away from my face. I rubbed this one in the same way for a moment. Mr. Lewis then took his foot I had finished massaging and was rubbing my thigh with it. His toes swirling in little circles, inching further up. I tried concentrating on the task at hand and ignoring it, but then he moved his foot over to my cock and started rubbing my shaft with his toes. “Mr. Lewis I-“ “Relax I’m just giving you a massage as well.“ He started rubbing his foot up and down my cock, and since it was receiving physical stimulation it was naturally getting hard. Mr. Lewis was very skilled with his foot work and it didn’t take long for me to get a full hard on. I wasn’t as big as him. I was only six and a half inches. It was getting difficult for me to concentrate on massaging his foot while the other was rubbing me down there. Mr. Lewis must have noticed this so he pushed his foot toward my face. “Lick the sole.” His foot had a strong smell but I was starting to get used to it. The rubbing on my cock was getting me horny so I wasn’t minding his foot in my face for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Mr. Lewis started rubbing his foot in accordance with how I was licking him. “That’s a good boy, savor the taste. You’re gonna get addicted to the taste of my feet before long.” After licking at his foot for a while he took his foot out from my face and brought it down to my cock, he was now jacking my cock with both his feet. “There now, let granddaddy take care of you.“ He raised his other foot up to my face, “lick this one too, get it nice and sloppy, put some lube on it.“ I did as instructed and sucked on his other foot. It had the taste of my cock mixed in with the taste of his feet. It was more pleasant. Wait, it can’t be pleasant, what was I thinking? But I was getting more used to it, maybe too used to it. His feet were way more soft then I had imagined. Soft and plump and big. Once it was licked and slobbered on he brought it back down to my cock and started rubbing it again with both feet. It was an insane feeling. His juicy slick pads sliding up and down my shaft. I was surprisingly feeling like I was actually getting close. I couldn’t help but moan and stare at his work. His soles rubbing on my cock, his toes curling over the head. I would normally never be into this sort of thing, but I was being masturbated by the feet of a seasoned pro. “Mr. Lewis, you should stop. If you keep that up I’m gonna…“ I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit that this older man’s feet were going to make me cum. My hips started thrusting along with his feet pumping me. “Oh? Are you gonna cum on my feet? Look at you, you’re even fucking them like a horny foot slut. You dirty boy. You wouldn’t dare ejaculate from this? This is just a simple massage why do you have to make it perverted all of a sudden? He he.” He was loving this, he was loving torturing me like this. He wanted to see me subjugated like this, like a plaything beneath his feet, regardless of the pun. He started jacking me faster. I grabbed his feet and squeezed them tighter to my cock. This was so embarrassing but I really wanted to blow my load. I didn’t care if i was using a pair of dirty old troll feet as a flesh light. Well I guess they are not dirty anymore. Holy fuck I actually washed his feet with my mouth! I could still taste it. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna-“ Mr. Lewis stopped the foot job and stood up, he walked over to the table to grab a drink of water. I was left blue balled, desperately wanting his feet back. Shit really? His feet? No, that was dirty. This horniness is really screwing with my brain. “Wow you did a lovely job rubbing my feet boy. They were hurting today so I really needed that.” On one hand I should be relieved that he stopped stimulating me with his feet, on the other hand I was getting close and part of me really wanted to finish. I just continued sitting there on the floor with a throbbing hard on. Mr. Lewis walked over to me. “So do you think the laundry is done? I know it hasn’t been long but do you think we should check on it?“ I looked over to him and his hard on was staring me right in the face. Only an inch away from my nose. I looked up at him and he was looking down on me. “I don’t know…I didn’t hear it beep.“ I said, sexually frustrated yet trying to keep my composure. Mr. Lewis moved closer, the tip of his cock was now lightly touching the little divot under my nose. It had a strong scent to it. It was almost making me dizzy, I couldn’t help but breath in the smell of his dick. “Well we can go over there and check.” He suggested. As he looked towards the washing machine his cock slid across my upper lip. “Or we can go see if we missed any clothes in your bedroom.“ He looked over to my bedroom and his cock swung the other way slapping me across the cheek. A line of pre painting my face. “What do you think we should do?“ He was now slowly wiggling his hips back-and-forth. The tip of his cock sliding across my lips. I was keeping them closed but they were being coated in pre, like a thick layer of lip gloss. “Well do you think we should go check on the clothes?“ He was now holding still, his cock pressed firmly against my lips. I tried to nod my head in response. “Is that a yes?“ “Yes.“ As I open my mouth to respond Mr. Lewis slid the head of his cock in past my lips. He put his hands on my head, it’s taste was salty and I could feel his juice seeping down onto my tongue. “But first sunny boy, I need to take a piss. And you must be thirsty right?“ I was still as stone. I wasn’t sucking him, I was just holding it in there frozen in fear. Did he actually plan on pissing in my mouth? “How about this? Hold perfectly still and say nothing and I will let my lemonade flow into you, and you drink it up. Or if you don’t want to become my urinal today, start bobbing your head back-and-forth and suck me a little. The choice is yours.“ Were those really my options? Drink his piss or suck his cock? Couldn’t I just get out of the situation at all? I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t want to drink piss. Wouldn’t it taste really bad? How did I even let it get this far as to have him stick it in my mouth? I can’t believe it but I really wish we would have continued with the foot job. Sure it was humiliating but at least I didn’t have to drink, wait how long was I sitting there frozen? “Oh you nasty little boy. I guess that settles it. Hope you can take it. I piss a lot.” Mr. Lewis held onto his dick at the base with the tip in my mouth. A fist resting on his hip. Spread his legs, squatting a little. Getting into a comfortable position, arching his back slightly. “Give it a sec.” While the tip was twitching in my mouth I thought ‘Is he really going to piss in my mouth? Here in my living room?’ I was too sacred to move. I stared up at him almost mesmerized by how much this man looked like he was standing in a bathroom like this was a normal thing. He made a couple of deep breaths. Making mini flexes under his belly to squeeze his bladder, priming it for release. My lips closed themselves tight around his head so there would be no spillage. I was automatically trying to figure out the best way to accommodate the impending flow. “Ooof, here it comes……” He inhaled and held it for a second... losed his eyes and leaned his head back… Then his body relaxed as he let out a satisfying sigh… “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” The deer in the headlights mode wore off as I realized what the fuck was about to be shooting down his piss slit. I quickly started sucking on his cock head. Going back-and-forth and tilting my head a little. “Oh changed your mind have you? Oops, let’s see if It ain’t too late to change lanes.” Mr. Lewis started rocking his hips into my mouth, attempting to halt his flow. His cock tasted strong, as strong as his feet, but with a distinctive dick taste to it. I can pick up a little hint of my ass on it but the flavor here is all Mr. Lewis. After a quick second there was a sharp tart taste entering my mouth. His cock spilled a squirt of piss. I guess he couldn’t stop the small bit that was already on its way. I tried not to react to it and swallowed it as I kept sucking. Thankfully it was a small amount. Hopefully he didn’t notice. He had his hands on his hips as he looked down on me. He looked at me as if he was proud of me. Even though that this was my creepy neighbor from down the hall, a part of me was kind of enjoying sucking on such an impressively large cock. I tried to mentally block out who it was I was sucking, and tried to enjoy it. I reached up and started rubbing Mr. Lewis‘s ass. It was round, not flabby, but it was definitely the ass of an older man. He grabbed my hands and stuck them between his ass cheeks. I felt his hole, it was round and soft. He push two of my fingers up inside of him. It was wet and warm. His ass was clenching on my fingers. It gave a strange sucking sensation like his ass was pulling me in. I pulled away and I rest my hands on his feet, playing with them while I sucked. I tried going deeper on his cock but he held my head and only let me suck on the tip. Almost made me a little embarrassed, me trying to take more in the situation and him holding me back. Perhaps he just really wanted to control what we were doing. I probably sucked on his cock head for about 15 or 20 minutes when the washing machine beeped indicating it was done with it’s cycle. Mr. Lewis pulled me off his cock. “Looks like the laundry needs to be changed to the dryer.“ He noted. I used that moment to get up and walk over to the washing machine. “Yes we should get these clothes changed and dried.“ I was still incredibly horny but I was trying to regain my sanity and focus on the laundry in hopes that nothing more will happen of this. When I finished loading the dryer mr. Lewis approached behind me and grabbed my ass, rubbing my cheeks with one hand. “So not long now, do you know what we should do while we wait for the clothes to dry?“ Mr. Lewis reached over and put a glass in front of me on top of the dryer. It was filled to the brim with yellow liquid. His cock poking my ass again. “I think you need to drink this.” “What is that?“ Soon as I asked that Mr. Lewis placed his old sock over my face again. Immediately my head went buzzing and my senses overwhelmed with his foot sent. “That’s it. Breathe my popper soaked sock. I know you love it.” He pressed against me and his cock started parting my hole. Slowly it worked it’s way up in me. “Oooh fuck! Mr. Lewis, you can’t!“ Mr. Lewis slid his cock in and out, and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips beginning to move with enthusiasm. It didn’t hurt this time. The sock was working it’s magic. “You asked what was in the glass, I filled it with my piss. You see, this is what’s going to happen. I am going to furiously fuck you now and while I fuck you, you are going to drink down that entire glass. If you finish the entire glass before I cum, I will pull out. If not then I will shoot my poz load deep inside of you.” His hips were thrusting fast now. “Do you really think you can get lucky a second time? These balls of mine are potent.” “Please, you can’t do this, I was sucking you off for so long.“ Mr. Lewis was drilling into me hard, his cock pulverizing my insides. It felt amazing but I was trying not to show it. I couldn’t deny his skills at drilling ass. “Then I suggest you start drinking, because at this rate I’m really not going to last.“ I grabbed the glass and I immediately started to drink. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be but I definitely didn’t like it. I was trying to swallow it as fast as I could but I had to stop and take breaths. Mr. Lewis was going to town and I was going crazy with how good it was. “Mmm! Fuck! Sir, please!” I wasn’t sure if that was a moan begging for him to stop or fuck harder. It was hard to see the line at this point. He kept slamming into me. His cock like a battering ram. In and out, slicking up my hungry hole. “Still half a glass left. Yeah im close!” He was starting to reach his finish line, his cock hard as rock. Balls slapping me. I brought the glass to my mouth and started chugging again. The humiliation of drinking this old guys piss up front, with the ecstasy of cock heaven unleashed in the back. It must have been quite the shocking sight. I had to stop again cause the villainous cock up in me was thrusting too much for me to concentrate on drinking. I set the glass down on the dryer attempting to regain composure, but the shaking from the dryer and Mr. Lewis’s fucking ended up knocking it over. Spilling the last mouthful. “Oh what are ya gunna do now Tommy boy? Here it comes! Looks like your stuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!” “Oh please, I’ll don’t anything you want, I swear! Just please shoot outside!” “FUCK! DEAL!” Mr. Lewis pulled out his cock and simultaneously as his massive head exited with a moist pop, it’s first ribbon super soaked my hole and the other ribbons shot with impressive pressure all over my back. He shouted as he sprayed me, some even shot up in my hair. I laid bent over the dryer, my face sitting in Mr. Lewis’s piss from the glass, and his cum running down my face back and ass. It was over finally. I dodged another bullet. “I’m going to hold you too that Tommy boy.” He was out of breath. “Remember you said you’d do anything and I intend to cash that in.” He let his body rest on mine. His now semi hard cock kissing my cum covered hole. Streams of post cum still slowly flowing out of him like lavaI, gushing between the seems of his head and my hole. I had no energy to fight. If he pushed back in, even slightly, my ass would not give resistance. Hell, it felt like my hole might’ve been gaping and actively attempting to suck his monster back in. “First answer me this. Did you play with my sock after you went home with it the first time?” “Yes…” “Good boy, I’m gonna look forward to seeing sort of games we can play together. Grandpa has a lost to teach you.” Those words scared me. I might have had some idea of what he was planning but it couldn’t be worse than getting pozzed. Mr. Lewis clumsily motioned to get up and his cock head popped back in for a split second and as quickly dislodged. I heard the *slurp, pop* as he stepped away. His cock still dripping on the floor. He walked towards the front door. “Well this was fun. But I should leave you to it. I’ll drop by again, well… whenever I feel like it I guess, he he he.” I sorely followed him. “What about your cloths?” “Oh those? Keep ‘em here for me. There’s just a few of them. It’ll be good to have a change of them when I stay over” Mr. Lewis opened the door to leave completely nude. He passed a huge angry bear of a man standing right outside my door. A big 6’4 scruffy man with muscular arms and a beer belly. The landlord! “Oh don’t mind me. Just got my rocks off.” Mr. Lewis said as he walked to his apartment. But not before giving the landlord a playful slap on the ass. I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum. I was staring at my landlord who looked annoyed. I felt a drop of cum fall from my hair and run down my cheek. “You were being too loud ya know?” He asked while scrutinizing me with his eyes. He wasn’t in a good mood but he never was. I was ashamed, I looked down at his feet, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry. There was a miss understanding and-“ He reach his hand over and wiped the cum drop off my cheek. We both looked at it for a second. Then the landlord licked his finger clean. “Should have known he’d get to you too. We should talk.”

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I sucked my first cock today. It's been a long time coming but I finally got out and met a stranger from grindr. Had no idea what he looked like or what his name was. Went on a 20 minute drive to meet him at a park drove to the carpark where he was waiting. Followed him into the toilets, pulled his cock out and I immediately got on my knees and just had at it. It felt so.... right, to have this strangers raw cock in my mouth in a public toilet, in the middle of the night. He grabbed my hair and forced me down the length of his cock. I nearly threw up my dinner but I tried to keep it down. I swear I was in bliss. I just started talking shit, I don't even know where it came from "I want to be public use", "I'm a slut for random men" shit like that. I was in bliss until we heard cars door and a beep. Looked out the window and there were some workers on their way to lock the bathrooms. Well we got out of there quick, I just went back home. Surely they knew what we were up to in there. Anyway, it's a shame that I didn't get his cum in my stomach but 10/10 so happy I actually did something with someone. Won't be the last, intend on meeting with other randoms from grindr now to suck and hopefully to fuck raw.

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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.

Chapter 13: The Explosion Sunday morning dawned bright and early, but the boys regained consciousness somewhat later, after what had undoubtedly been a tiring and emotionally intense day. It was Joey who slowly recovered consciousness first, becoming aware of a continuous dull roar of noise which had certainly not been there before. Then came sirens, and those woke him up all the way. He got out of bed and staggered slowly over to the window, parting the curtains slightly to look out. What he saw sent him racing back to the bed to shake Dean wide awake. “Whaa… wha the….” “Dean, get up now!” “Wha the big rush?” “I’m telling you, get out of bed and come over here!” Dean staggered over to the window in much the same fashion as Joey had done a few moments earlier. He looked out, shook his head, looked again. “Oh, shit.” North Clark Street outside the hotel was clogged from side to side by protesters. Signs and banners waved in the air. Voices shouted through megaphones. Police cars stood at the fringes of the crowd, the officers trying to force their way through towards the doors of the hotel. More police arrived as they were watching. They stepped back into the room, staring at each other. “Did we do that?” “I think we did.” “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.” “Dean, none of us were – but we probably should have been.” With that, Joey sent out a thought at large: Anyone else seen what’s out there? Dayna’s thought came in, with a forgivable edge of asperity. Finally, you’re here. We’ve been watching the show for the last hour or more, while we waited for you two and for Jaysen and Peter to clue in. Where are you all? Breakfast. Give us half an hour and we’ll join you. “Half an hour, princess? Seriously? You usually spend 3 times that pampering and primping every morning.” “Very funny, Dean. High speed today. Shower and dress on the run.” Half an hour later, they joined the other three in the restaurant. Jaysen and Peter arrived just moments after them. Wade spoke first. “Well, everyone, we are definitely in for a rough ride. I took some pics of the protesters, then cropped and blew them up. Check out the signs.” GAY CONSPIRACY STOP TEMPTING OUR CHILDREN SHIFTERS ARE Sarah Palin’S LEGION KILL ALL SHIFTING FAGS “Wow. Not much doubt about their feelings, is there?” Dayna dared a question. “Are you fellows scared?” Jaysen glanced at the others first, then replied. “This may seem scarier to you than it does to us because we’ve had this shit thrown at us all our lives. Sure, it’s scary – but it’s familiar turf.” “I was thinking just that when I said to Dean a while ago that if we didn’t foresee this, we certainly should have,” Joey put in. Jaysen went on. “And we have one huge advantage we didn’t have yesterday. Now that the whole world knows about us, there’s no need to keep cautioning ourselves not to use everything we have. Right?” Everyone took a second to absorb that, and then nodded agreement. It was a pretty big adjustment to make after anything up to nearly fifty years (in Deidra’s case) of hiding an essential part of your life, your very self, from the wider world. “A word of caution,” Joey put in. “We should maybe try to do a bit of simple experimenting before we make our move, because we have to plan on four of us moving three more who can’t move themselves around, plus bags.” “And in case anyone’s thinking about it,” Deidra went on, “I’ve never moved more than two people at the same time – yesterday – and certainly not with additional personal belongings.” “Okay, then,” Dayna said, “after we finish breakfast and I’ve gotten as much coffee as I want – and that will take a while -- we’ll go back to our rooms and try things out to see how it works.” An hour later, packed and rehearsed, they were ready to leave for the airport. After checking out on the hotel’s app, they came downstairs and moved through the lobby towards the front door. The doorman moved to intercept them, plainly unwilling to unlock and open the entrance with the crowd still outside. Just then a voice beyond the door screamed, “Here come those fucking faggot assholes now!” The crowd surged towards the door. Each of the seven got a firm hand on the baggage. Wade grasped Dayna. Peter held Jaysen. Dean held Deidra, and Joey hung onto the extra bag with all the family tree information in it. The seven of them vanished…. …and promptly materialized in the living room of Dayna’s apartment in San Diego, where the sun was just tipping over the horizon. There, they sat down and started studying the news apps on their phones. They’d hardly underestimated the danger they faced. There had been screaming crowds at both Chicago airports, and also at San Diego airport. Jaysen got a text message from a friend to tell him that his condo building, and the country club, were also besieged. The news apps were showing footage from various cities which indicated that the signs they’d seen in Chicago had been some of the milder ones. A prominent political leader described the shifters as a “gay plague” that was going to take down the country, and angrily accused the president of being “soft on shifters.” His slogan was quickly picked up, repeated, and amplified by opposition leaders in a number of countries. Online preachers in various religions exhorted their followers to murder these satanic interlopers as quickly as possible, calling it a holy crusade to purify the world. Even the normally laconic Wade was stunned by the scorching, acidic outpouring of hate and venom directed at them, and at the larger gay community. Before the day was out, several noted gay clubs were firebombed or otherwise attacked, resulting in seventy deaths. Two gays-only guest houses in Fort Lauderdale were torched. So was a gay-friendly hotel in Bangkok. More violence followed in the next few days, as the torrent of invective kept rising higher and higher. Official spokespeople of all sorts were unable to account for the vehemence and violence of the reaction. Even the representatives of various churches, synagogues, temples, and mosques gave statements, explaining that the angry behaviour and ferocious invective of their respective spiritual leaders was totally unexpected and uncharacteristic. Then, on Thursday morning, the seven suddenly received a panicky thought from Deidra – the only one of them who lived alone. They’re here! In my apartment!!! Dean immediately fired back. Where are you? In the bathroom. The door’s locked but they’re breaking it down! Coming, Mom! Dean blinked, grabbed Deidra, and blinked again just as the door gave way. Safely back in his home, he kept holding his terrified mother as she burst into hysterical tears, giving way to her terror. Dean and Joey both did their best to comfort and reassure her, but their efforts to calm her were less than effective as they were feeling far from serene themselves. As she was struggling to regain control, she had managed to sob out the words “…red…light…,” but neither Joey nor Dean picked up on it at that point. That night the first demonstrators appeared outside their home in Carlsbad. They wasted no time, packing up and getting ready to move as the crowd grew and the chanting swiftly got uglier. Dean couldn’t help feeling frustrated. They’d had that one brief afternoon of joy and freedom, one shining moment of openly being who they were in full, and now all of them, all the descendants of Nora Ludlow, were on the run and hiding out. He had no doubt that all the descendants of the other six originals were diving under cover as fast as they could go too. The sheer overpowering insanity of the reaction was eating away at all of them, reducing them to the instinctive flight-or-fight responses of hunted animals. On Friday morning, the crowd began pushing towards the house, throwing rocks and shoving aside the police who’d been sent to maintain order. Peering out between the curtains of an upstairs window which now held only jagged fragments of glass, Dean saw at least a dozen flashing red lights through the clothes of various members of the crowd. He ran back downstairs. “The emissaries are here! Time to move!” As they were gathering their things, a dull explosion blew in the door and the mob swarmed in. Three of the leaders had the red lights seen through their clothes, and those three made a beeline for Dean, Joey, and Deidra. The three of them grasped each other and vanished. But not soon enough. As soon as they landed in Dayna’s apartment and released each other, Joey flopped onto the sofa. “He got me.” Dean’s blood ran chill at those words. “Who, Joey?” “One of the emissaries. He managed to grab my arm just as we were disappearing. Good thing you were holding both of us.” Dean felt his eyes getting wet. “Joey, Can you move… you know, shift yourself?” Joey closed his eyes for a minute, and then opened them with a sad smile. “Only by standing up and walking.” “NOOOOO!!!!” Dean flung himself, sobbing, into Joey’s arms, holding him close, kissing him, desperately hoping that maybe it wasn’t too late, that maybe…. “Come on, Joey. We’re in this together, just like we always have been – just like we’ve always loved each other. I’m not giving up! You have to try, Joey. You have to try. Please, Joey, please don’t give in to the haters!” He held Joey closer, harder, hugging him fiercely. Suddenly, Joey laughed. “Dean, don’t crack my ribs – please!” With that, he vanished, and reappeared a split second later. Dean stared for a second – and then got angry. “Joey, that was NOT FUNNY!” Joey hugged Dean, gently, and said, “Dean, I wasn’t joking. That emissary touched me, and I lost the power to shift. And then I felt it flowing back into me.” Deidra looked puzzled. “But didn’t the voice tell us that it couldn’t be reversed?” “That’s what I thought.” “Actually,” Joey said slowly, “I think the voice said that they couldn’t reverse it. But apparently we can.” Dean thought for a moment. “Maybe the emissary didn’t get a big enough or long enough grip to really kill it off, because he only had a split second of contact before we vanished.” But Deidra said, “No, Dean. That’s not what Joey is telling you. Joey’s power was as dead as a doornail until you began hugging and kissing him. Remember what Joey said: ‘I felt it flowing back into me.’ The love between you two is a sight to behold. It’s rare and uncommon, and now I think we’ve seen that it’s also powerful.” While they were puzzling over that, and Dean was busily kissing Joey again, out of sheer relief, Dayna – who was studying her phone – suddenly whistled in surprise, and said, “Hey, everyone, listen to this,” as she cranked up the volume. “…a number of the crowd invaded the house, and then the entire mob fell silent and began to disperse, for no apparent reason. Carlsbad Police and other observers were at an absolute loss to explain this sudden ending of the mob attack on the home.” Dean smiled grimly. We’re not at a loss. We can see now exactly what happened. The mob was inflamed and agitated by the emissaries. There were at least a dozen of them outside the house when I looked outside. Once they’d broken in and missed their chance to catch us, that mob served no further purpose for them. Immediately, Deidra confirmed it. There was a red light in the group that broke into my place. Now other voices, which they didn’t recognize, began flooding in. That’s right. There were plenty of those little red lights in the mob at O’Hare. I saw some of them outside the Riverview Grande. Red lights in the crowd outside Parliament in London. We saw them in Singapore. So this whole international hysteria is being stirred up by the enemy evil intelligence. Then, recognizably, Jaysen’s voice: They can’t stir it up without anything to work on. We all know that the seeds of this kind of hysteria have lain in humanity for centuries, for millennia. It never takes too much to set them going. But this absolute insanity is far beyond anything else in history. And then, suddenly, so suddenly that it caught them all unawares, the room around them vanished and they were standing in a bare, white space, full of light. And the voice addressed them. Now you have understood it all. The experiment is concluded. A few minutes later, out in the wider world, every television, computer, tablet, and mobile phone screen went black while the following message scrolled up from the bottom, three times in all: YOU HAVE SURRENDERED YOUR FREE WILL TO EVIL FOR THE LAST TIME. YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FINAL CHANCE TO BREAK THE CYCLE OF HATE. NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH YOUR PETTY HATREDS FOREVER. THE EXPERIMENT IS CONCLUDED. Epilogue: Ten Years Later Dean and Joey strolled calmly, happily, along the streets of the city in the brilliant sunshine. It never ceased amazing them to look around, seeing all the beautiful buildings, trees, lakes, and gardens, and to realize that none of it was any more than a decade old. When they’d first arrived, there’d been nothing to see. But as their minds got to work on it, along with the ten thousand others, and with the considerable help of the owners of the voice, the city had quickly come into being. Everything was spacious, everything was new and lovely, and it was the most peaceful city they’d ever seen. There was, after all, no need for vehicles. Upon arrival, all of the ten thousand had received all of the shifting powers which they hadn’t previously owned, as well as the full power of mental communication. Now, travelling anywhere was done, quite literally, in the blink of an eye. Peacefulness was a natural condition for other reasons too. Problems, which were rare, were sorted out faster than it takes to tell it, since their shared thought processes and shared experiences gave all of the population of the city a wonderful basis for unanimity of outlook and community of caring. Some of the immigrants’ habits had caused a certain degree of puzzlement. The Tarkhulians had stared in blank astonishment at such activities as Dean, Jaysen, Joey, and Peter grinding out laps in the large swimming pool, really a sizable natural lake with a side area equipped with lane lines. This was not an activity the Tarkhulians had ever undertaken themselves, but some of them quickly found it to their liking. On the other hand, since Tarkhulians reproduced by subdividing, they found the romantic and sexual habits of the newcomers both baffling and amusing. However, they did share the natural bent towards compassion with their new neighbours, so they politely concealed their bafflement and amusement. It would never have stopped any of the six younger members of the group from expressing their feelings for each other in the natural, human way. Dean in particular was humbled by the love of his Joey. When he thought how nearly he’d come to losing Joey, he knew that he would never have been able to leave him behind and would have abandoned this Utopian future to stay on Earth with Joey, if it had come to that. None of the thousands of incomers had ever forgotten that day of decision when they had suddenly found themselves all standing in that bare, white space, filled with light, while the voice explained to them that they had been removed temporarily, for their own safety, from normal space and time – and that the experiment was being concluded because the population of Earth was not ready to abandon its inherent tribalism and factionalism in favour of embracing truly the ideals of community. The voice had gone on to offer them a choice, of your own free will, of course, to either remain on Earth for good or to make the great leap forward into the next stage of being, in which case they would be removed to a new home. Those who chose to stay behind would lose their shifting powers. Tarkhuli is a planet of similar size, orbiting a similar sun, with near-identical gravity and a comparable atmosphere. The inhabitants are similar to you in many ways, and both compassionate and friendly, so you need have no fear of them. They have already advanced to the next stage successfully. We can help you in every way to adapt to this new environment, and to rebuild as much of your lives as you desire in a more welcoming society. You will never have to fear the emissaries again as they have no power to intervene in worlds where the next state of development has already been achieved. We can also assure you that, should you choose to reach this stage, one and all of you will be part of us already, and you will be earmarked to become more fully a part of us when your natural physical lifespan draws to its close. This will also hold true for your children, and for their descendants. There is no falling back from this advancement. Armed with that reassurance, the vast majority of Nora’s descendants, and the descendants of the other six originals, hadn’t hesitated for a second. The ones who stayed behind, predictably, were the few like Jaysen’s father and sisters who had used their abilities in malicious ways to increase their own sense of power. Those who were ready to make the transition could now see, more clearly than ever before, the futility and absurdity of thinking that their pathetic little attempts at manipulation of their fellows constituted any sort of true power at all. Freed from the stresses of life on Earth, not least from its assorted diseases and biting critters, the descendants of the seven originals found that life on Tarkhuli was altogether easier, smoother, more healthful, and more fulfilling. The incomers, freed from the need to earn a living, were able to devote themselves to whatever activities or interests they found most interesting or absorbing. The Seven from San Diego, as they still thought of themselves, had all remained close, a family still, even in their totally changed circumstances. Indeed, they’d planned and created a house in which there was adequate space for all of them to have their own private areas, but also a large common space where they could come together. That big common room saw some noisy celebrations at the birth of Dayna’s and Wade’s twin daughters, Nora and Nina. While all of the seven were enthralled by the new arrivals in the family, Deidra always claimed the lion’s share of cuddling time as their grandmother. The love between Dean and Joey, in all its intensity, continued to amaze their fellow migrants. It was the voice, though, which got in the last word on that subject. Although we are very powerful, we are certainly not all-powerful or all-knowing. When Dean pulled Joey back from the loss of his experimental powers, we became aware of their love as a force that was strong enough to upset all the rules as we then thought them to be. Even with our eons-old communal intelligence, we are constantly reminded of the most essential knowledge of all: that there are always new lessons to be learned.

Hey Irish, thanks for writing for us! Sorry someone downvoted, but don't let that eat at you. It is hard enough to keep fresh stories coming up on the site, so your submission is very much appreciated. And since I have never written and submitted a story in this section, I do not feel the least bit qualified to suggest what you need to say or how you say it. Just keep on writing and feeding our twisted thoughts! And, Thank You!

God knows what time of the night - or morning - it was now. I was up on a small stage in a rather dingy basement club, currently squatting down with two enormous cocks in my hole. By this point I was so used and stretched out that, while feeling pretty stuffed, I wasn't in any pain from the double penetration. The pierced guy was next to me holding on to my big silver chain, which they had attached to a hoop on a big wide leather collar they had put me in. My wrists were back in the restraints from earlier in the day, only this time they had been clasped closely together in front of me using my chunky bracelet as a connecting double chain. I was otherwise just wearing a black leather jockstrap the guys had given me, and my own Timberland boots. Prior to being in this position, but after having been taken doggy style on a fuckbench by a whole succession of men, I had been lying in a sling and looking up at the boots worrying about the numerous cum stains possibly ruining them. Strange to be focusing on an issue like that while load after load of toxic splooge was being ejaculated into me by a horde of bears. They weren't completely ruthless, allowing me regular gulps of water, and even taking me upstairs a couple of times for a cigarette break. During these breaks some fellow smokers among them chatted to me in a casual, friendly way that seemed at odds with the role I was playing tonight. The role I guess I would be playing a lot more from now on. I just went with the flow, deciding that I would properly go home on Sunday and start to deal with all of this then. I guess I would have to start by finding a new place to live. Maybe some new clothing. How the mind wanders once the sex has been going on for a while. The double-fucking was a new experience to me, but after the initial pain of the first go, I was actually pretty into it. In a life that was clearly now going to be driven by a need for cock, getting two of them at once was actually a pretty efficient way forward and one I would be repeating for sure. I would have to buy some bigger toys to keep me in shape. As the two guys in me sped up to a faster rhythm in anticipation of gifting me again, something caused me to turn my head a bit. There I could see the pierced guy's partner holding up a phone and filming me, but rather than be as horrified as I had been earlier on today, this time I just looked straight at the lens as I bounced up and down. "Yes lad" said the pierced guy from next to me. "Show all those hungry fuckers at home what they're missing." I started bouncing a bit hard, then decided to properly go for broke. "No-one needs to miss out on anything" I said, loud enough that I thought it would be picked up over the noise in the room. "My arse is open to any guy that wants it." "Yeah?" said the pierced guy, playing along. "Yes" I almost growled, really starting to hammer myself up and down. "No load refused." "Old, young, fat, thin, clean, diseased" the pierced guy reeled off. "You'll take them all, right?" "I'll take them all" I shouted, slamming myself down onto the cocks in my hole, pushing their bearers over the edge. I panted heavily while staring at the phone. "My name is Christian Berg, I'm straight, my arse is full of poz cum, and I will take any load." A round of applause went up from the rest of the guys in the room, and after filming for a moment or two longer, the pierced guy's partner lowered the phone. "Good lad" whispered the pierced guy, having bent forward so he was next to my ear. "That's the way to end a live stream." I bowed my head, continuing to pant as I felt the cocks in me slowly begin to soften. There was still a lot of energy in the room, so I didn't expect this to be ending anytime soon. However, it did feel like something else had just ended. I had not attempted to hide my face. I had used my real name. I was going to get found out, and it was not going to be pretty. Still, I would surely have some time to prepare for that. It was only then, as his partner approached us and got into the better light over the stage, that I recognised the distinctive blue/white stripes and yellow lion insignia on the case of the phone he had been using to film. IFK Gothenburg official merchandise. Just like the case my grandfather had bought last time I'd gone over to visit. Oh fuck, that was my phone...

I ambled up towards the Heath, not totally sure where I needed to aim for but knowing there would likely be someone there who could satisfy my need for a hard pounding. I hadn't planned on this so had no condoms and of course wasn't on PrEP anymore, but those thoughts barely made a dent in my determination to get fucked. I instead focused on trying to find where the action usually took place, and eventually I got lucky. In a secluded spot out of view of where others may be walking their dogs or jogging at this time of night, I found what I was looking for. A group of guys were standing around, some with their trousers down and all of them feeling or rubbing their crotches. I took a deep breath, and then approached. "Evening" said one of the guys. I just nodded in response. "What you here for?" asked another. I looked around them, took another deep breath, and then made my way over to a large log nearby. I undid my trousers, pushed them down, and then bent over the log with my arse facing the men. Within seconds I felt the first hand on my backside, gently fondling my buttcheeks through the fabric of my CK briefs. The wandering fingers then encountered the base of the plug, which I felt jiggle. "Got ourselves a live one here" said the man who was doing the touching. I didn't even glance back to see what he looked like, but instead reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter. I plopped them on the log, fished one out and lit it. "You want fucked boy?" the man asked. "Yes" I replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke, trying to calm my beating heart. "Well alright then" he said, before gripping my underpants and pulling them down. He then pressed the plug into me a couple of times, causing me to groan, before gripping its base and pulling it out. "Guess we don't need to warm you up" he said, before I heard him shuffle his own trousers and pants down. The first touch of his cock on my ring elicited another moan of pleasure from me, before he pressed in and filled me to the hilt in one go. It felt so fucking good. "Oh yeah, nice arse" he grunted, before starting to slide in and out of me. His pace picked up quickly, and I was soon being slammed pretty hard just how I like it. God I had missed this. The fact I was smoking a cigarette while getting fucked for the first time in my life was also doing something to me, and a state of utter bliss took over my whole being. Added on to this was a bottle of poppers that was repeatedly pushed under my nose, and then eventually left on the log for me to use as I needed. In no time I was flying. The first guy had some stamina, but eventually I could feel and hear that he was approaching orgasm. His thrusts became more urgent, his breathing got faster, and then he slammed into me and spewed. "Take my fucking nut you cunt!" he shouted, as he unloaded into my satisfied hole. "Yeah, knock him up!" I heard one of the others say. I didn't know what that meant, and didn't get much time to consider it before my fucker pulled out and was replaced by one of the other men. His dick was thinner but longer, resulting in a fresh round of groans from me as he probed me deep. In time he too shot off, and someone else stepped up and took over. So it went on, as I descended into a complete haze as I was fucked over and over again by an increasingly large group of men. The nicotine from the cigarettes and the pungent aroma of the poppers really added to the effect. After some time in that position, I felt something new in my rectum as a guy slid in. Kind of painful, but also pretty exhilarating. I figured it was probably some kind of piercing, which was confirmed to me after he shot off, pulled out and then waddled round to the other side of the log to present his dick to me. As I said before, sucking cock was not really what I was about, but I had accepted that sometimes it was a means to an end if I wanted to get fucked. On this occasion, as a new guy who had slid into my arse got into a rhythm, I was kind of intrigued by the glinting of a big metal hoop through the end of the cock in front of my face, and therefore opened my mouth and allowed him to slip in for me to clean him off. A meaty cock, coated in cum, with a real metallic tang that seemed to be partly coming from the piercing but also from elsewhere. I realised it must be blood, probably mine. These guys were really doing a number on me. I don't know how long I was bent over leaning against that log, but by the time the group thinned out and there weren't any fresh takers for my rear end, the sky was starting to get lighter. I ached in places as I slowly stood up straight, and when I bent back over to pull up my trousers I found they were soaked in cum and possibly some piss. I had started to sober up a bit and realised that getting all the way back to Clapham in this state was not going to be pretty. "You got far to travel son?" asked the guy with the Prince Albert, who I now saw to be a middle-aged tattooed bear of a man wearing a leather harness and ripped jeans. He had stuck around all evening, with his cock either up my arse giving me several loads, or in my mouth and eventually down my throat. "Clapham" I replied. "Yikes" he said, "you'll get arrested getting on the tube like that." "Yeah" I sighed, wondering if I could find a way to get cleaned up a bit in the swimming ponds further down the heath. "Listen" he said, "me and my man here live just over there. Why don't you come back to ours and we'll get you cleaned up?" He gestured towards another guy who was dressed similarly, who nodded at me. "OK" I said, after a moment of looking between each of them. "That would be great."

Hot Story, great way to get pozzed and share it

Several weeks ago I set up a party via A4A, yep a raw, bareback party. However this party was for negs only. So as the replies came back I told everyone that when you arrive I would administer an HIV test to make sure that no POZ guys tried to sneak in and ruin the fun. When all was said and done a total of nine guys showed up and as promised I gave each a swab and if they came up neg they were in. Well of course two of the guys who showed up tested poz and I told them that I was sorry but they could not take part. One took it in stride the other was kinda pissed but in the end he too left. It was a shame though, he was fucking hot: a 35 white guy, built like a tank, with an impressive tool to boot. In any event, this brought the party down to eight participants, including myself. Now mind you I just moved to the town a few months ago so I thought the party would be a great way of meeting some hot boys, and hot they were! Of the seven who were allowed to stay one was a 30 year old Latino top, Pedro, a white couple, Mike and Steven, 32, and 34 respectively, both of whom liked to play around. One was a sweet young black twink boy, Jordan. When I swabbed him I actually had to ask for an ID. Turned out he was 22. My remaining guests were an 27 year old Asian top Mark, with a monster 9.5. I never knew an Asian could pack a cock that size. The next in the line up was Jack, a white 35 year old married guy, who loved to play around when his wife and son were out of town. Finally my last guest was a 25 year old named Bobby. This kid must have been born into the royal family he was such a queen. Once all the intros were done and the tests completed proving all participants were negative, I put-out the beer, poppers and lube, turned on the music and the night started. Thanks the maker for three day weekends. Pedro went straight for the couple, Mike and Steven, while Mark unleashed his monster tool on Jordan. Mark didn't play around with any four play at all, he simply pushed Jordan down on the couch and ripped off his shorts. The kid's legs were so far bent over his head I was going to check to make sure his neck didn't break. I guess Mark knew what he was doing because Jordan seemed to be happy with Mark's attention. When Mark started I didn't see him use any lube, he just smiled at me and plowed Jordan's hole. I tried to comfort Jordan by holding a bottle of poppers under his nose. I am not sure if it helped or not. When I stood up I looked at Mark go and I was pissed I wasn't getting plowed like that. While this was going on I spied that Jack and Boby were holding up in a courner of the house, lip locked and rolling on the floor like a newlywed couple. Jack must have been from Ohio or something because he was corn fed. When he started to finger Bobby's hole, the queen was purring like a cat in heat. Jack lifted Bobby's legs up in the air and used loads of lube. (I can't imagine why Jack bothered with the lube, 'cause Bobby's back side looked like a truck could drive out.) As all were having a awesome time, except for me, I walked up behind Mark who was still plowing the hell out of Jordan. I slipped my finger into Mark's sweet ass. The kid jumped in surprise, and quickly turned saying he was a top only. I told him that my rules were everyone had to get fucked at least once and I said if I fucked him, he didn't have to worry about getting tagged. so while he was pounding Jordan I was able to move in. Using my finger I slowly entered his hole. I could tell Mark was not happy as he kept telling me I was ripping him up. Little did he know, that was exactly what I was doing. Before he could put up any resistance I shoved my cock in him with the same force he used on Jordan. Mark let out a yell as his ass was spread apart. This kid never got topped so I made the most of it. Fuck it hurt, but I bent him over Jordan and next thing I knew Jordan was getting bred by the biggest load of cum he had ever taken. The force of Mark's thrust into Jordan made my cock explode at the same time. After which I pulled out. Mark asked why I pulled out, I simply told him, once you bust your nut it hurts like hell getting fucked so I did not want to cause him anymore pain. He said thanks, and thanked me for not shooting in his ass. I said no problem as I let my index finger probe in his hole. As he walked away to start his next conquest I looked at my finger and sure enough, it was red. As the night passed I managed to dump my load in a total of four guys that night. Not bad as I managed to tag Mark, Pedro and the couple. Now they were fun. They each wanted to get double-dicked so I told them that while each fucked the other I would fuck them too. It was a real turn-on with my cock sharing each guy's butt, knowing that my seed not only covered their lover's cock but that each guy's lover's cock was ramming my seed further down his partner's ass. Eventually the party ended and everyone left the house, except Jack. I approached him to see if he was ok. He said party was one of the best times he had ever had, that he had been plowed by Mark twice and that his ass was all beat up. I told him that if he wanted he could stay the night. After a moment he agreed and gathered up his clothing. As we walked up the stairs his eye keept looking at the packets of swabs I had on the table by the door. When we walked into the bedroom he dropped his clothing on the floor near the bed, and his wallet, watch and cell phone on the night table. Then he climbed into bed and lay on his stomach. He turned his head to me and just looked up. Sensing an oncoming question, I quickly rolled on to his back and started to make out with him. At first he said "Stop my ass really hurts" but I shushed him, saying told him I would go easy, as I began to rim his ass, all the time thinking to myself 'Damn Mark really fucked his cunt up'. Not surprisingly, as I started to rim Jack, he turned into a big old pussy, his ass rising in the air. I asked him if he wanted to get fucked one last time before the night was done. He just moaned and that was all I needed for my cock to get hard. As I entered his hot, torn-up hole, Jack said, "I been thinking. When we all showed-up you made us all take an HIV test." "Yeah," I said "to make sure you were all neg." Jack replied "Yeah, I got that. You showed us each of our swabs, but I don't remember seeing your results." As he said that his cell phone rang. Handing him his cell phone, I asked him who it was: "My wife" he replied. Better answer it, I commented, adding that I wouldn't make a sound, although I slowly continued to fuck his hole. While she was talking to him I could over hear her say that she came home early, I whispered into his ear "No you didn't see my results because mine would have turned up POZ." His face turned pale white as I had him pinned under me, he couldn't scream and he didn't' move. I told him that his ass was really fucked-up and that if I bust in him he most likely be pozzed. As his wife chatted away, I quietly gave him a choice: "Tell your wife that you missed her and you will see her soon I would pull out without busting, but if you tell here you love her and you'll be home in an hour or two, I will bust my nut in your wrecked hole." He signed off the conversation with his wife saying "Love you, honey, I'll be home in an hour or two." With that I whispered "Welcome to the brotherhood" blowing the biggest nut in my life into his hole. Afterwards I told him "Go home and fuck your wife before your cum turns to poison" but after looking at the sheets I concluded he had already had blown his last negative load. Still shell shocked he dressed and went home.

Growing up in rural Oregon didn't make for a very smooth or data rich environment to discover the ins and outs of being gay in the 90s. Cell phones weren't widespread and still hadn't developed Smart capabilities. So, discovery was still often by accident, predatory or by chance. The Cruise was still the king method for men to meet up with men for gratification. For me discovery was all three, I was a relatively bookish and straight edged young man who could easily pass for straight. I was a late bloomer and didn't do anything until I was 18. I had a fairly tight body for not being an athlete, and my best friend, Nicole was also my beard. What evening's I didn't spend working my two after school jobs, I spent on school projects, writing for the school paper, or at her house swimming or reading tarot. I had a couple of close shaves with gayness. I knew I wasn't straight, but I kept my feelings to myself through high school. It was a safety thing. Once on a school trip I accidentally walked into the wrong room to find two beautiful naked black men, and they asked me to join them. I panicked and politely fled. Another moment of chance happened right after I turned 18. Still in school, I was looking for a teacher, and heard water running in the locker rooms. My secret crush was on Rob the night janitor. He played first base with a minor league ball team. He was in his 20s. He was the perfect physique, hairless, soft brown hair and sleepy eyes that used to follow my movements around campus during activities. I used to go through a lot of Kleenex boxes imaging him naked, or touching me. I walked into the locker room, and there was Rob, lathered up and washing in the showers. I stopped and my mouth dropped wide open. I stuttered, "I'm s-s-sorry, I was looking for Mr. Shuster. I didn't mean to interrupt." Rob glanced at my nervous countenance, and warmly smiled. "You are welcome to join me. The water is actually perfect for once." He continued rubbing the soapy water on his defined pecs and I watched the water drizzle down his torso past his light treasure trail to the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. You will never guess what I did.

10. The driver dropped me off about ten minutes further uptown from Jerry’s building in front of a nice looking town house. I got out and did my best to not walk like a duck as I climbed the stairs to knock on the door. A handsome man in probably his early forties opened the door. He was dressed in loose fitting exercise clothes and I instantly caught a whiff of that perfect man smell that comes from a good work out. He had short cropped brown hair, with just a hint of grey at each temple, a handsome stubble on his chin and dark hungry eyes. He smiled at me and ushered me in. As the door clicked behind me he said, “You’re the new toy Chad said he’d drop off for me then?” “Yes Sir,” I responded. “Very nice, although I don’t give a shit about that Sir crap. I know it gets some of the other guys in the club off but I’m more interested in that wrecked cunt of yours than your subservience. Call me Jim.” I laughed, “I’m Sam.” “Hello Sam. So,” he said stepping closer, “first day and you’ve already been to Jerry.” I nodded. “And you’re still hungry for more after that. I’m impressed.” “And I took a load from his door man on the way out,” I confessed. “Fuck,” he was so closer I could feel his breath now, “you might just become one of my regulars.” His hand found the small of my back and he pulled me into a tight kiss. I opened my mouth and melted into him. His hands traveled all over my body eventually pulling my shirt up till we had to break the kiss so he could take it off. He then returned to kissing me as his hands slid down my pants. He tugged at the strap holding the massive plug in my cunt and laughed without breaking the kiss. “Fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “So you see Sam,” he said finally breaking the kiss and stepping back. “the reason I like the boys in the club,” he pulled his shirt off revealing a tight toned body with a fun spattering of brown fur, “is that while I’m not as big as Jerry I’m too big for your average random Grindr bottom. And after years and years of either having to bottom myself, which I don’t really like, or having boys tell me to slow down and pull out, I found this club full of broken in bottoms who can take me however I want.” He had dropped his sweat pants now to reveal slightly tented boxer briefs. What I saw in the pouch looked meaty already. “I’m guessing from the size of the plug in your hole right now and Jerry’s load soaking into your guts, you’ll have no issue though. Now, follow me.” He led me up two flights of stairs, which was not easy for me, and into a large bedroom facing the street. He made no move to close the curtains before dropping his shorts and turning back to me. His cock hung soft and thick past big round balls. My mouth watered and my hole flexed around the plug. “Sam,” he laughed, “take of you damn clothes and stop staring, you’re gonna get to see my cock a lot I think.” I laughed and stripped. “You know I said I don’t care about the subservience, but there is something so hot about a caged up bottom. I just love how it makes you focus on your hole and my cock.” “I’d never been locked up before today, I’m honestly loving it. It’s made me so fucking horny. And you’re right, all I can think about is cocks and my hole. After the first guy fucked me with it on I kinda forgot about my cock. Although I have been leaking like crazy.” He had started stroking his cock, and closing the distance between us again. By the time he was close enough to kiss me his cock was hard as a rock and looked like two soda cans stacked on top of each other. His tongue invaded my mouth and once again I sunk into him, falling against his body in my lust. After a while his hands drifted to my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and quickly gobbled as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. He moaned and I swallowed down his thick meat, forcing it past my tonsils and down my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose and swallowed again. His balls almost getting to my chin. I boobed up and down on his cock, lathering it with spit, and he continued to moan. My jaw was starting to hurt when his hands suddenly landed on either side of my head and he held me in place while he grunted deeply. His cock pulsed, and my mouth was suddenly full of warm cum. It was the first load in my mouth that day and I was both excited because I loved the taste and sad that I hadn’t gotten another load in my hole for the count. “Fuck Sam, that was amazing.” “Thank you,” I said swallowing his load down. “Now get on the bed so I can dump one in your cunt too.” “Oh fuck yes!” He laughed as I eagerly jumped on the bed on all fours. “OH!” I said, “We have to take a video so I can send it in.” “I know,” he replied waving his cell at me, “I’m not new.” He then moved to undo the harness around my waist holding the plug in. I hadn’t quite realized just how wide the plug really had been until I felt the cold air rush into my gaping hole as he pulled it out. “Fuck Sam, you’ve been wrecked!” I felt him get on the bed behind me and his cock slap against my cunt. “Clamp down as tight as you can now.” I closed my eyes and focused on my hole, willing it to tighten up around his cock. He moaned and I knew he could feel it. His cock was so thick that it was hard to stay tight, I wanted to relax and just open up around him but I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my breathing even and held firm. “You are a fast learner Sam. Im gonna be breeding this cunt all the time. You like being a cumdump don’t you?” “Yes, I fucking love it.” “Good, keep that hole tight around my cock and you’ll get a nice big load from me.” Despite saying he wasn’t into Subs he fucked me like he was. A hard steady hammering, just pounding away at my hole. I grunted and moaned and pushed back against his thrusts. I wanted to make this man fall in love with my cunt. He was one I wanted to impress. I wanted him every fucking day. His steady rhythmic breathing and moaning slowly changed, and his thrusting eventually became bucking. He slammed his cock in roughly, making his balls slap against my taint, and growled. The just like when he had cum in my mouth he pushed in hard and froze. His cock pulsed deep inside me, well past my second hole, and pumped another load into me. I groaned and fell forward onto my chest. Jim patted my back as he slowly pulled out. “Fucking hell boy. That is a good fucking pussy. I’m going to add you to my list.” He replaced the plug and the harness, and the came around to my face. He lifted me off the bed and planted a soft passionate kiss on me. I moaned a little. “Normally I wouldn’t kick you out so soon but I’ve actually got a conference call I’ve got to get ready for soon. I’ll text Chad and have him come back for you now though. Take your time getting dressed.” He kissed me again and headed out of the room. I slowly stood up and found my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I caught a sight of myself in the full-length mirror. My cock trapped in the clear caged looked lost and pathetic, my hair was all a mess, and a small dribble of cum and dried on my cheek. I turned around and bent forward slightly, seeing for the first time the massive black base of the plug trapped between my cheeks. My cock leaked again. Fuck I looked used and I loved it. I got dressed and headed down stairs. Jim was in a room just off the hall wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. “I think Chad’s just pulled up. Write your number on the pad by the door before you go. I’ll see you very soon.” “Thank you!” I said, “I hope so.” I wrote my number down and went outside to the waiting car. “You look like you had fun,” said Chad. “I sure did.” “Home now?” “Yeah I guess so. Lay down for a bit and see who I can find on Scruff now that work is almost over.” “Fuck boy you’re insatiable.” “Apparently.”

9. The new plug was harder to walk with. I felt slightly bow legged getting in the elevator and when I got to the lobby the door man looked at me. “Damn, he must have really done a number on you.” “You could say that.” “But you loved it right? I bet you can’t wait till Jerry’s trained you enough to take his cock.” I smiled at him widely and said, “well…” “Your first time! Fuck man! I’ll get you the car. I bet you need a rest.” “Honestly I’ve never been so horny. I was thinking I would probably go back to my place and hunt for more dick.” “Fuck. You want one more from me before you go? I was just about to go to the bathroom for a piss. Why don’t you come drink that down and I’ll pump another load in that ruined cunt.” “Fuck yes.” I followed him to the bathroom off the lobby. It was a single person bathroom and he locked the door behind us. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. “Fucking slut,” he said as he undid his fly and pulled his dick out. He placed the head of his cock on my lips and closed his eyes. After a moment of focusing a blast of warm piss hit the back of my throat and I struggled to swallow it all down. His piss tasted different even from Jerry’s, I supposed everyone’s piss would taste different just like everyone’s cum tasted different. He was pissing much faster than Jerry had. It was a struggle to keep up with the flood but only a small drop missed my lips and dribbled down my chin. I swallowed gratefully and looked up into his eyes. “Now, lets see what Jerry did to your hole.” I stood up and dropped my shorts. I kicked them off into the corner and bent forward over the sink. The door man let out a whistle. “Usually it takes a boy a few visits to work up to that plug. Your cunt must be wrecked.” He undid the strap that ran between my legs and tugged on the plug. It didn’t come out nearly as easily as the others had but after a little tugging it popped from my hole and I groaned. I could feel cold air inside me. “Jesus, that’s a fucking pussy now.” He was hard again and I felt his cock slap on my ass. “Clench down pig, milk my cock.” I hadn’t realized he had entered me my hole was so battered and loose. I closed my eyes and just like I had focused on opening my hole for Jerry I focused on tightening it him. He moaned and I felt his cock inside me. “I love a well-used cunt” He fucked me hard and fast like before, occasionally reminding me to clench down or tighten up on his cock. Then without much pomp he buried himself in me and dumped another load. Then the plug was crammed back inside me, the strap reattached, and we left the bathroom. Within five minutes of that I was in a car heading back to my apartment. I sat, shifting a little on the massive plug, in the back of the car scrolling through Scruff. Quite a few people had messaged me back while I had been at Jerry’s all offering loads and cocks of varying sizes. After what I had just been through I should be worn out, I should be sore, and I guess on a practical level I was. I was also hungry still. The feeling of a man cuming deep inside me was so intoxicating that no matter how bettered my hole was I wanted more. A few guys blocked me or told me they weren’t interested when I sent them pics of my worn-out cunt in Jerry’s sling. A few others however were even more turned on, and yet more turned on still when they saw my caged cock and found out that I had taken 6 loads so far that day. “I always know the boys who come from Jerry’s place,” the driver said suddenly. “Excuse me?” “They all have the same glazed look in their eyes, and the light smell of cum.” “I guess you know what he does then,” my day had made me brazen. I didn’t care if this random driver knew I had just been stretched out and pumped full of cum. I had just been bred by Jerry’s door man twice. “First hand,” he laughed. “I’ve done a few shifts while leaking his load. How long have you been part of the Club.” “Um, well this is my first day.” “Fuck yeah, you must have a good hole if they’ve already sent you to Jerry. So you want me to drop you off at home or are you in that freshly caged dick fever head space.” “Honestly. I’m horny as fuck. I just want more cock.” “I know what you mean. Being caged, well it fucks with your mind. I’ve let guys breed me before instead of paying.” “You’re a club bottom too!” “Three years. Haven’t cum in like eight months. Some bottoms get their cages taken off. Some of them find that it suits them. I’m one of the latter. Knowing that I’m a caged up cumdump is just one of the important gifts the club has given me.” “I’ve only just found out how much I love drinking piss.” “Fuck yeah boy. Listen I’m supposed to be on shift for like five more hours, but a regular from the Club has been hitting me up all day. How about I drop you off and let him breed your cunt and then I’ll take you home when he’s done with you.” “Yes please! I need more cock! Its literally all I can think about” “Perfect. I’ll tell him we’re coming.”