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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.

If you want to fuck guys, you’re gay. If you want to fuck girls, you’re straight. If you want to fuck guys and girls, you’re bi. This isn’t rocket science. It’s clear black and white logic. No amount of rationalization is going to give you the straight title while still wanting dick.

This story is based loosely on real events from my life. I hope you all enjoy 1. What have I gotten myself into, I thought driving into town. At 21, I had just graduated college in Illinois and had taken a job with a friend who lived in Florida. I’d packed up my little Toyota Corolla and driven from the cornfields I grew up in to the hot sunny coast of Florida. I don’t really know what I had been expecting but coming across the highway towards the coast and being greeted by the vast expanse of bright blue sky hadn’t been on the list. The sky just seemed bigger, like the land was diminished somehow and there was just more room for sky. I came off the highway and onto the main road that brought me towards the coast and the barrier island I was now to call home. I probably could have looked up something about where I was going, but for some reason I just didn’t. I knew that Cocoa Beach was close to Cape Canaveral but that was really it. I drove past pastel colored midcentury buildings, Miami meets the space race. Impossibly tall thin palm trees lined the street as I drove looking out for the hotel I was staying at. My job had put me up at this place, a beach side extended stay place that in the off season had plenty of rooms. I pulled into the small parking lot and looked around. From here you couldn’t see the hotel at all, just a big wall of lush vegetation. I left my suitcase in the car and walked down the narrow cobble stone path between big ferns. The path quickly opened up onto a large patio surrounded on all sides by low bungalow like houses. A sign reading “Office” pointed to the only two-story building. A little nervously I went up to the glass door and pushed my way inside. It was cool and inviting inside after being in the thick Florida heat even for a second. My eyes took a long moment to adjust to the much dimmer light now that I was out of the sun, and so I didn’t see him at first. Sitting behind a counter, was a handsome older man in a loose-fitting linen shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Now, I am not a prude, nor entirely inexperience when it comes to men, but this man was something new to me. Up until this point my experience had largely been with guys in my university. We had all been about the same age, and all of similar body types. This man was something different. Probably in his late fifties his hair was almost completely silver. He had a short cropped white beard, that preserved a little of his old much darker hair color around his moustache. He had a square, handsome face, and bright green eyes twinkled at me. The open neck of his shirt showed a thick forest of dark gray hair covering richly tanned skin. He was hot… no, not hot, sexy in a whole new way to me. I felt myself instantly attracted to him, even before I heard his low rumbling baritone voice. “Can I help you,” he asked, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Yes,” I stammered, “I’m David. I was… um… my job, well my friend booked me in here… I’m sorry I’m just realizing I should have gotten more information from her. I can um… If you don’t have… I can call…” I could hear myself stammering, but was absolutely incapable of stopping it, words just tumbled out of my mouth. “You’re Sarah’s boy, right?” “Yes! David, I already said that… hello!” The word boy hung in my mind. It did something to me. I wanted him to say it again. “Don’t worry. We’ve been expecting you. I’m Jack.” He got up from the counter. I saw now that he was tall and broad, with thick ropey arms. He had a little bit of a belly, that just added to the masculine energy he exuded. “Follow me,” he said pulling a set of keys off a peg behind him. He stepped out from behind the desk and revealed tree trunk thick, hair covered legs, sticking out from short, tight, tan shorts. Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I could see outline of a semi hard cock sticking off to one side of his shorts. I followed Jack out of the little office and back into the bright sun and oppressive heat. I instantly felt sweat start to spring up on my back. We walked across the courtyard, around a bright blue pool, with rattan furniture and umbrellas surrounding it. As we walked he talked, “My husband Danny and I own this place. I’m sure you’ll see him around. Tall bear with salt and pepper hair, and a hatred for shirts. No matter how often I suggest he wears a shirt when there are guests around I can’t get him to do it. You’re welcome to use any of the amenities here while you stay. We have a small gym on the back side of the office, the pool is open from ten to ten every day. There’s a trail down this way to the beach.” Truthfully, I was having trouble paying attention to everything he was saying. Watching his round muscular ass move in his tight shorts was hypnotic. The fabric of his shirt clung to the broad v of his torso, sticking slightly to his skin as he started to sweat. We came around one of the last buildings off on the side of the property and walked down a little concrete path. He brought me to the last door with a brass number 12 on it, and unlocked it. The little apartment was cool and inviting. The door opened into the little living room, a fan turning slowly over head, and then led into a kitchen. A hall opened up to the right leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom. It was perfect. “What do you think? Will this do?” “Yes, its… wow! Its so nice!” “Sorry you’re off on the end of the property over here. We’re redoing a few of the units closer to the center, and need to keep the others open if people book them out. To be honest we’re cutting Sarah a bit of a deal on this place so…” he trailed off. “No! Oh my gosh. Its perfect. My college apartment was so small and had four homos stuffed in it.” He laughed, “Four homos stuffed in a small space isn’t all bad.” He let the joke hang in the air for a second, the innuendo crackled for a second. There was something a little different in how he was looking at me now, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I blushed and broke eye contact with him. “Right, well let me know if you need anything.” He moved towards the door, “I’m usually in the office, and if you can’t find me there my cell phone number is on the door. Text me any time, I’ll be happy to help you out with anything you need.” He hadn’t said a single sexual thing, but somehow it all seemed charged. He gave me another smile, and left me in the little apartment feeling hot and unsure of myself. I took a long moment, getting my breathing down, and feeling the flush recede in my cheeks before I went back to the car to get my bags. On my way back, dragging my rolling case behind me, I saw another older man, in his early fifties I guessed. He had close cropped salt and pepper hair, a bushy moustache and dark stubble on his face. He wore low slung basketball shirts and no shirt. He was a little far away for me to be sure but it looked like the thick band of a jockstrap was peeking out from the top of his shorts. My heart thudded in my chest again. From all I could tell the only people at the hotel right now were me and these two older men. We were totally alone and I was experiencing a sexual awakening I didn’t totally understand yet. By the time I got back to the little apartment I was hard as a rock. I pulled the blinds shut and stripped off all of my clothes. Right there in the living room I started to rub my hard cock. I had one hand behind my head, and my eyes closed. I imagined those two men. Jack and Daddy stood there in my imagination. Just as I had seen them that afternoon. Their natural heat and masculinity was all it took and soon I was firing ropes of cum onto the tiled floor. I paused for a moment, catching my breath, and looked at my load. Then I did something I’d never done before. I got down on my hands and knees and licked my semen off of the cool tiles. When I had licked the floor clean I stayed there for a minute, on all fours, with my ass slightly in the air. My cock gave another powerful throb. I was still fucking horny. Of course everyone says that 21 year olds are just horny all the time, and maybe that’s a little bit true, but this was different. I heard Jack calling me Sarah’s boy again. That second word, “boy” seemed to echo in my mind. I moved into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. I started to unpack, something to distract myself. I put clothes into drawers, and laid toiletries out in the bathroom. The bed was already made, but I tossed the pillow I’d brought with me onto it, and flopped back still naked. My cock was half hard. It really hadn’t gone down since I had come into the apartment despite the massive load I’d shot. I felt restless. I got back up and paced, then decided I couldn’t stay inside all day, and got out my swim trunks. They weren’t anything spectacular, or really that flattering, just the shortest trunks I could find at a midwestern target. I pulled on a thin tank top, and grabbed my sunglasses. It was somehow even hotter in the afternoon and I felt sweat in my pits almost immediately. I would need more deodorant I thought, or I’d just stink of sweat all the time. I padded back along the narrow concrete path in my flip flops till it turned into stone pavers, leading the way through more vegetation to the beach. It struck me, that with all the plants around no one on the outside could see into the little complex of bungalows, even here on the highly populated island it was totally private. I walked along the sand a little ways but out from under the protection of the palm trees it was just too hot. I found the other inlet through the plants that lead back to the hotel and turned up the path. I made my way between the other bungalows, to the pool. It was deserted. I went in the gate and kicked off my flip flops. The umbrellas around the deck cast long shadows over the edge of the pool and I sat with my feet in the water looking up at the big blue sky. Now, in the quiet, my thoughts finally were a little more quiet and I worried again what I had gotten myself into. I had moved my whole life down here, without really much of a plan. I had my job for right now, but my boss (who had moved back a shortly after we met in my home town and started a new company) was really the only person I knew. Outside of work I had nothing. It was just me in this new place. I had become so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t hear the gate to the pool open again. I almost jumped out of my skin when a voice broke through my thoughts. “You must be David… shit sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. I’m Danny.” Here was the other owner. He was still dressed in only basketball shorts and flip flops. Now that he was closer I was certain that the white band sticking above the low waistband of his shorts was that of a bike jock. He was more built than Jack, with pecs that stood out thick and defined from his chest, but still sported a little bit of a gut. He looked like someone who liked working out but liked good food and beer just as much. His whole body seemed to be covered in dark brown hair flecked with gray. Jack hadn’t been kidding when he described Danny as a bear. Maybe it was just that at college I had never been presented with anyone like them, maybe it was something unique to them, but having been faced with these two men they were all I could think about. My eyes drifted down to Danny’s crotch, I couldn’t help myself, and I was convinced I could see the outline of a heavy cock tucked into the pouch of his jock. Heat rose in my cheeks again. “I’m David,” I stammered, so nervous I couldn’t really talk. “But you knew that. Sorry! I’m not normally this…” I stood up to shake his hand, realizing too late that my cock was hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Danny smiled, “Nice to meet you David. It seems like maybe you’re more excited than nervous thought.” He looked down at my straining swim shorts. I quickly tried to cover myself up, muttering an apology. “Don’t apologize. Don’t be sorry about a natural body reaction. It seems like you’ve seen something you like and that’s gotten you excited. Totally normal at your age. Well, totally normal at any age.” He took a step closer. “Jack said you were cute; said you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.” “I… well… I don’t…” He was even closer to me now. “Its ok. There’s no harm in looking. Something tells me you’re too nervous right now, but when you’re ready you can do more than look if you want. Let me see your phone.” I handed him my cell, he took it and quickly punched a number into it. “I added myself to your contacts. If you decide you’d like to do more than just look… and something tells me you’re going to want to… send me a message. We’ll get you the daddy dick I think you’re starting to crave.” He gave the slightly swollen bulge in his shorts a squeeze and left. I was completely breathless, and now had a wet spot in the front of my shorts. After that I didn’t know what to do. I grabbed my things and went back to my little apartment. I watched TV. I drove out to the grocery store and bought some food. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did thought my mind came back to what Danny had said. My mind came back to his offer of daddy dick. Is that what I wanted? Did I want these two older men to fuck me? Even that first day, after only a few hours, I knew in my heart that was what I wanted. The animal heat that surrounded them both, hearing Jack refer to me as boy… it made me want to be their boy. I was hard again. I stripped off and shot another load onto the floor. This time without hesitation I licked it off of the tiles. My dreams that night were full of Jack and Danny. I heard them calling me boy. I woke up to sun streaming through the window, covered in my own cum and still rock hard. I hadn’t had a wet dream in years, yet I had just blown a load dreaming about these two men. It was 10am, way too early for this sort of thing but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I took my phone from the bed side table and found Danny’s number. My hands were shaking as I typed out my message: Hey Danny. It’s David. I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday. I stared at it, and then clicked send. His message came back a minute later: Hey David! I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon. But I’m glad that you messaged me. Remind me, what did I say yesterday that you’ve been thinking about? Did he not remember? No… He wanted me to say it. I typed back: About wanting more than just to look. His response came quickly this time: Anything else boy? There was that word again… boy. My cock throbbed. My dick was definitely doing the thinking now as I responded: Getting me the daddy dick I crave. Good boy: he responded: The first step in getting what you want is saying it proudly. Now the second step is making the effort to get it. I’m not going to push you and I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. If you really want it, in an hour meet me at bungalow 4. I didn’t think, I just typed: I’ll be there! This is what will be waiting for you: came his reply followed by a photo of a big thick cock, nestled in a dense bush of pubes. The head was shiny with precum, and seemed to throb with lust even in the still photo. My mouth went dry. College boys did not have cocks like this. I wanted it. Once again I replied with: I will be there! See you in an hour. Good boy. My hands were shaking, my cock was actively leaking precum. There was no chance I wasn’t going to go there. I was so horny in that moment I probably would have said yes to anything he asked. I just had to figure out how to kill the hour. I was getting ready to take a shower when another text from Danny came through: if you haven’t showered already boy, don’t I like my boys sweaty. My cock dropped a big glob of precum onto the floor. I dug out the one jock that I owned. I had purchased it from a sporting goods store back home. I had felt so naughty doing it. When I got home I’d pulled the straps over my ass and jerked myself stupid though. Having my ass exposed like that turned me on. It made me feel sexy and powerful. I found another thin tank top, and the smallest shorts I owned to complete the look. I felt hot looking in the full length mirror. Not super thin, nor built, I had a narrow frame. My light brown hair was cut close and flopped to one side. I had the starts of what I really hope would be a thick pelt of chest hair growing in the center of my chest. I just hoped that Danny thought I was as hot as I felt. I still had fifteen minutes before I was supposed to meet Danny but I decided I didn’t care. I’d just be early. Seeming eager didn’t seem like a bad thing. I slipped into my sandals and walked back towards the center of the property to find bungalow 4. It was tucked back off the pool, with its entrance facing the path to the ocean. It was much more central than my place but still secluded, even if there were other guests on the property I doubted they would notice a boy getting his first taste of daddy dick. With my heart pounding and my cock already at half mast, I knocked on the door. There was no answer. Fuck! I thought. Was this the wrong door? I looked at the messages. No, I was in the right place. I knocked again. Still nothing. I took a couple of deep breaths. Maybe it was just because I was early. I waited a few minutes. Then I lost my resolve and knocked once more. I heard movement inside for the first time and then the door opened. Danny was standing there with a massive grin on his face, wearing only a jockstrap. My eyes must have become the size of dinner plates seeing him like that. “Good job boy,” he said, grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me inside. “You really want this don’t you?” He grabbed at his crotch and shook his dick at me. “Yes!” “I thought after I didn’t answer the door the first time you might give up… but you didn’t.” “I… um…” “Go on… I told you, you only get the things you ask for.” “I really wanted your daddy dick!” I blurted out all at once. “I know boy. I know, and you’re gonna get it really soon.” “Thank you…” I hesitated and then added, “daddy.” What was I doing, my non horny brain reared up for a second. I was calling this man daddy and thanking him for saying he’d fuck me. At the same time, I decided I didn’t care. It just felt right to say. “You’re a little embarrassed to call me daddy, aren’t you? That’s ok. It felt right when you said it. You liked it. I liked it too boy. We’re going to make each other feel very good.” He closed what little distance there was between us. He seemed to tower over me, and took my chin in his hand. He tilted my face up to his and then kissed me. His moustache tickled my face. I parted my lips immediately and let his tongue into my mouth. He held the back of my head in place and pulled me into him. My body was pressed into his hairy chest. His warm belly against by body made me feel week. I wanted to be enveloped in this man’s body. “Did that feel good boy?” He asked breaking our kiss. “Yes daddy!” “Good! Now listen carefully I’m going to explain how this is going to go.” “Ok!” “I’m going to take things slow with you this afternoon. I’m going to introduce you to man scent, and get you used to sucking my cock. I’m going to open up your hole and eat your sweet little ass till you’re begging me to fuck you. Then I’m going to fuck you till I cum deep inside your hole.” “I’ve only ever fucked with condoms before.” I said, worried that this would disappoint him somehow. “Don’t worry about that boy. Daddy is going to introduce you to the joys of real raw man sex. I’m going to breed you so deep that my load will always be inside of you.” “What about Jack?” “You’re not ready for Jack yet. You may think my dick is big but Jack’s is much thicker than mine. If you make it through everything today, and you still are interested in more daddy dick then you’ll be ready for Jack’s cock.” “I want you both to fuck me,” I was feeling bold. His dirty talk was making it easier for me to let go and just say what I wanted. “In due time boy. Now here’s the last thing. We will stop at any point today. You say the word and we will end it right then. However, once you say stop it is over and you won’t get a second chance at this,” he grabbed his crotch, “understood?” “Yes daddy!” “Good, now take your clothes off.” I was hard as a rock, as I stripped off. My shirt fell to the floor, I kicked my sandals off and shoved my shorts down. “You can keep your jock on. It makes you feel sexy doesn’t it?” I nodded. “Good boy.” He came close to me again. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. His mouth found mine again and he held onto me as we made out. My skin was now pressed against his. I felt his body hair brushing against my own. One of his big hands slid down to my ass and began to grab at the meat. I moaned into his mouth as he massaged my butt cheek. Involuntarily I felt my back arch, and I pressed my cheeks into his warm rough hands. The hand that wasn’t currently exploring my ass cheeks came up behind my head. He held me in our kiss, controlling which way my head turned and how much I could back off at any time. Very suddenly he broke the kiss, and put his other hand behind his head. He aimed my face at his hairy pit and pushed my nose into the musky thicket. “Breath it in boy, and then lick my pit. I want you to smell and taste daddy.” I did as instructed, I took a deep breath through my nose and felt a rush. His smell was intoxicating. My whole life I had found the smell of a locker room intriguing, until that moment I hadn’t realized it was the musk of sweaty men that I had been responding to all that time. It was like a drug. I sniffed and sniffed. It made me harder and hornier. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the salty sweat that clung to the dense hairs of his pit. “Fuck,” I moaned, as I lapped up the delicious taste. “I know, it turns you on boy. Get deep in there.” He pressed my face into his pit, twisting my head back and forth. His scent was the only thing I could smell. Danny growled and then moved me to his other pit. He didn’t need to push me forward I dove in. I had one hand on his big bulging bicep and the other wrapped around his neck, holding myself close to him. I devoured his sweat. My face was covered in his smell. I felt like I had been marked in some way. “Good boy,” he cooed. “Are you ready for something more?” “Yes!” I looked up from his pit, I my face was slathered with spit. “Get on your knees then. Its time to put that mouth to good use.” I practically feel to my knees. I looked up at him, and he smiled. “You’re sure you want to keep going boy?” “More than anything.” “Good answer.” He grabbed the straining pouch of his jock and pulled it aside. There it was: his perfect cock. The big mushroom head stuck straight out, right at my eye level. A big throbbing vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. Two big low hanging balls swung freely below its base. Surrounding it all was a dense thicket of pubes, the kind you saw in vintage porn, wild and unkept. My mouth was watering. “Open your mouth.” I did as I was told. He smacked his cock against my face leaving smears of precum on my cheeks. Then he flopped it against my open mouth. With one hand holding the root of his cock, and the other on the back of my head, he guided my forward. I’d blown a few guys in college but never anyone with a cock like this. I struggled to swallow him down. Choking and spluttering I worked till my nose was buried in his pubes. My face was red, and my eyes were already starting to water. His pubes smelled even better than his pits did, and I was determined despite everything to get my nose in them. He muttered encouragement, as he held me in place. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it, and my gag reflex couldn’t be suppressed anymore, he pulled my head back and his cock fell from my mouth. I gasped and coughed. “Damn boy! You did good. Now, work the shaft slowly. Lick all along it. Get your tongue in my piss slit. We’ll work you up to really deep throating daddy’s cock.” I did as I was told. I slobbered all over his cock. I slurped the leaking mushroom head, and tongued more precum out of his slit. I gobbled both balls into my mouth. I thrust my nose deep in his pubes. I worshiped him. This perfect cock in front of me had become my whole world. This was already better than any hook up I had had in college. Though I had never known it before, I had a huge thing for older men. I wanted to be their boy. I wanted to make them feel good. Every time Danny groaned it was a little reward for me, proof that I was doing a good job. He let me worship him for a long time. The heat had started to rise in the room, and I could smell the scent of both of us filling it up. My chin was covered in my own spit, and my whole face felt slick. Danny took hold of my head again and pushed his cock deep into my mouth once more. I swallowed hard and this time his cock went down my throat a little easier. It still constricted my airway, and I felt color rising in my cheeks. I held my breath as long as I could. I flicked my tongue around, and pushed myself a little further forward. I gaged. He let me go, and I fell backwards gasping. “That was really good boy. I’m really proud of you.” He squatted down and kissed me. His kiss was more gentle this time, less ravenous and more caring. “Now, I’m going to make you feel good. Come into the other room, get on the bed on all fours.” He helped me up and led me into the other room. I practically leapt onto the bed. On all fours with my ass stuck in the air I positioned myself at the edge of the bed. I had been rimmed before and I had a pretty good idea that that was what was instore for me now. “Fuck you’re eager.” Danny stepped up behind me and rubbed one of my cheeks, “Fresh beautiful boy butt. Your hole is so fucking pretty, pink and tight.” He bit one my butt cheek lightly. “And with just the right amount of hair. Too smooth and it doesn’t feel like you’re fucking a man, but you’ve got these nice furry cheeks. My dick is going to look so good sliding between them. Do you want to keep going boy?” “Yes daddy!” His tongue flicked across my hole. I gasped, and he laughed lightly. Then he did it again. Over and over he slid his tongue across my puckered hole. I relaxed into it and pushed back slightly. I felt my hole open up a little and his tongue pushed inside. He worked his tongue around the sides of my hole, tickling the ridge around it. His teasing was making me moan. With each movement of his tongue I pushed back a little more. It felt amazing. I could feel my hole relaxing, feel it opening. I was hyper aware of every fraction of an inch of his probing. He was getting deeper. Slowly he worked up till he was fucking me with his tongue. He had one hand on each of my cheeks pulling them apart. With each thrust of his tongue I let out a moan. I was panting. I felt sweat on my back. His dick wasn’t even in me and I was absolute putty in his hands. Even with how good it felt I surprised myself when I shouted out, “Please daddy! Please fuck me!” He took his mouth off of my hole. “Is that what you want boy? You want this big daddy dick in your hole.” “Yes! Please… please fuck me!” “You remember what I said earlier boy? I only fuck raw. If I fuck you I’m going to breed you. I’m going to pump you full of my cum. Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy.” “No, you have to say it. You only get things you want when you say them out loud.” “I want you to fuck me…” I hesitated and then, “and breed me. I want you to breed me! Please!” “Good boy! Roll over on your back. I’m going to look you in the eyes while I fuck you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my ankles. I pulled my legs up, presenting my hole to him again and said, “Please, please, please fuck me.” “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get lots of daddy dick. Once Jack and I have broken you in you’ll get all the daddy dick you could ever want.” He spit into his hand and smeared it on his cock head. Then his head was against my hole and he was leaning over me. His belly was on my balls. He seemed to loom over me, seemingly larger and more powerful than ever. His cock pushed against my still tight ring with a slow and steady pressure. The anticipation made my heart flutter and a wild electric sexual energy crackled between us. I stared right into his eyes as he pushed a little harder till suddenly my hole gave way and his cock head sunk inside me. It was like all the wind had been knocked out of me. For a long moment I couldn’t breathe. A wave of pleasure so overwhelming and intense had crashed over me when he broke past my sphincter that it was like my mind rebooted. He stayed there for a moment, telling me what a good job I was doing as my breathing calmed down. He lent even further forward, pinning my legs to my chest as kissed me. While I was distracted by his invading tongue he pressed forward with his cock. Another few inches slid inside me. I was more full than I had ever been before. Danny was absolutely the fattest cock I had ever had. It was heaven. “That feels so good daddy.” “That’s only half my cock boy. Take a deep breath and let it out when I tell you.” I breathed in deep through my nose, and held it. He gave me a peck and said, “breath out slowly.” As I let the air out of my lungs he pressed onward and I felt his pubes on my ass. “Oh god!” I said. “That’s right. That’s what it feels like to be full of daddy dick.” “It feels amazing.” “You still want me to fuck you?” “Yes!” “And what else?” “I want you to breed me! Cum inside of me daddy! Fuck me!” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock back slowly and then rocked forward again. I groaned and my eyes rolled back. He did it again, and again, and again. Slowly he built up the pace. The hot, sweat scented room, was steadily filled with the sound of fucking. His thighs smacking against my ass as he ravaged my hole. I was putty in his hands. I would have done anything for him. All that I could think about was how good his cock felt, how much I liked being fucked by him, how much I liked being used by a daddy. He slid one arm under my back, his cock still lodged deep inside of me and rolled to the side. I was dragged over with him, landing on top of him, his cock never leaving my ass. Without prompting I started to ride him. My hands gripped his furry pecs. I let the wander, enjoying his hair covered body. He looked so masculine and powerful laying there. I bounced up and down on his dick, driving it deep inside me. “You’re doing amazing boy. You’re making daddy’s dick feel so good!” “Thank you daddy! Getting fucked has never felt this amazing! Its so fucking good. You feel so deep.” “That’s what raw daddy dick can do for you boy. Its how men were meant to fuck. You’re just experiencing real man sex for the first time.” “I never want it any other way again!” He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down into a wet passionate kiss. Our tongues wrestled as his dick was thrust up into me. When he released me he said, “Ok boy. This is your last off ramp. I’m getting close to filling your hole with my cum. Once I do you’re committing to getting fucked by Jack at least once, because if I’ve bred a hole he as to. Are you ready for that? Is that what you want?” “Fuck yes! Fucking breed me!” “Good answer.” He flipped us back over so he was on top of me again. This time he was really hammering me. Sweat dripped off of him onto my body. I licked at the drop that fell on my lips. He growled when he saw me do that. His face started to contort, and his breath came in deep grunted bursts. It felt like his dick was made of steel. Then he let out this roar and tossed his head back. He thrust his cock forward as he did and jammed it past my second hole causing me to shout. He held himself there, his cock throbbing and pulsing as it pumped what felt like a river of cum into my guts. As he did my own cock gave a powerful throb and shot cum all over both of our stomachs. Danny collapsed forward onto me, muttering, “Good boy. I’m proud of you,” as he did. My heart was pounding even as my breathing leveled out again. I had done it. I had taken Danny’s cock and he had bred me. For the first time in my life my ass was full of a man’s semen. It was incredible. I felt more attractive and sexual that I ever had before. Despite just having shot my load all over both of us I was still hard, and a little trickle of precum was dripping from my dick. “Thank you,” I said and kissed his cheek. “How do you feel?” He pushed himself up on his elbows so his face was above mine again. “Fucking amazing. Nothing has ever felt that good. I feel… I feel slutty.” “Do you like feeling slutty?” “I love it!” “Good. I like my boys slutty.” “Am I your boy?” I could hear the hope in my voice. I didn’t know till right then that that was what I wanted, but once I heard it it was all I could imagine for myself. “Is that what you want?” “Yes daddy!” “You’re learning. Well you’re not my boy just yet, but you’re off to a good start. In order for me to call you my boy you’ll have to first take Jack’s cock. Then we’ll see if you’re ready.” “OK!” “Now, just like with my you’ll get lots of opportunities to stop with Jack if you want to. We don’t want you doing anything you’re not one hundred percent sure on. Right now I’m sure if I asked you if you were ready for Jack to fuck you you’d say yes. But I also know you’re full of hormones and post fuck glow. So… you’re gonna wait. I’ve given your number to Jack and in a little while he’ll text you and see if you’re still interested. If you are the two of you will go from there.” “Will you be there?” “Not the first time. The first time is about the two of you bonding.” “Thank you daddy!” I kissed him hard on the mouth. He got up off the bed. “God you’re fucking sexy.” As he tucked his now softened cock back into his jock he said, “Oh, by the way, for the next week there are no other guests here. Its just the three of us. So feel free to… well… walk around in as little or as much clothing as you want.” He bent forward and kissed me again. “I’m going to go tell Jack about you. Relax. You can hang out here, or back at yours. He’ll text you in an hour or so.” One more kiss and a longing look and he was gone.

Chapter 17: Becoming Like Sir I was actually quite eager to breed my Sir. Although I had never topped before, I felt i had learned enough from Sir. Sir got into the sling, and i spit on his hole. Sir told him to take it slow and steady as it was likely I'd cum quickly having my cock up someone's ass for the first time. And Sir was right. In a little over 5 minutes, I thrust myb cock in Sir, and flooded his hole deeply. Sir was mostly a top, but loved that I filled his hole with my hot cum. It was a quick load, and although i shot it deep inside Sir, my seed was dripping from Sirs ass. I licked any cum that escaped, and Sir told me to grab a plug and plug him. I asked Sir to make love to me, and Sir said he would later. He suggested we get in bed together, and see if I had anyone cruise me on BBRTS. We opened up the ap and 7 guys viewed my profile. Two of them sent me a message that they would love to hook up, and particularly with his Sir there. Sir told me to check out other profiles while he checked the 2 profiles out. Sir liked their profiles, which met his requirements of the party ad, which his boy didn't know he placed. After Sir cruised the two profiles, he kissed his boy, and asked him if i was ready for some fun with a third, and added that it would be pure raw sex, and not making love. I said that although I enjoyed making love, I knew in my heart that i would also enjoy pure raw sex, and was up for it. Sir then introduced me to the party ad section to show me the ad he had posted. I was somewhat shocked, but told Sir that I was excited about it. My cock was now as hard as a rock, as was Sirs. Sir suggested we take a shower and deep clean for our first group experience. Sir said he would invite the two, who had both responded to his party ad. I then asked Sir if we could limit the party to one at a time. Sir said that was a good idea as to not overwhelm me the first time. Sir indicated he would suggest that to the two invitees. Sir told me he was so proud of me so far, and although he was eventually going to introduce me to pure M2M sex, he decided I was ready for it now. I agreed. I then thanked Sir once again for helping me discover my gay side. Sir asked if my friend had discovered his gay side yet, and I said I believe he had. Sir suggested that I should find out for sure, and if I enjoyed the 3 way experience perhaps we could have one with him. Sir cautioned me not to mention this to my friend though. Next Chapter: Let's Get the Party Started

Squeal!

Thomas winced. He always knew it was risky shoving a boy down on his cock considering how thick he was. Raymond's back teeth scraped against the thickest part of his cock, but the pain was just a 2/10. But watching the boy's eyes bulge seeing the surprise register was worth it. Raymond quickly tried to accommodate the invading cock the only way he knew how. Involuntarily he began swallowing, keeping his eyes on Thomas. After a few moments Thomas momentarily let up and Raymond was able to bob up and down, using the opportunity to get some of his breath back. Up and down he went. He found a good pace and every other movement or so he would take Thomas all the way down to the root. Thomas was more than appreciative. He sat back in the chair, arms behind his head and let the boy get to work. "Work that dick, faggot," he said and gently slapped Raymond on each cheek. That gave Raymond an idea. With the drugs slightly wearing off he was able to think just a bit more clear. He went down all the way and locked eyes with Thomas as he very slowly began to rise off the rigid cock, using his tongue to work the shaft. Thomas kept his eyes locked on Raymond, sure that he would blink first. As Raymond's mouth finally made its way off his meaty prize, he cleared his throat and hocked a large wad of spit all over Thomas' cock. He then stood and straddled the stud, and used Thomas' leather harness to steady himself as he lined up his hole over the spit covered cock. Thomas watched in anticipation as Raymond began to lower himself, eyes still locked with Thomas. Just as Raymond was about to impale himself, Thomas reached forward and grabbed Raymond's jockstrap covered cock and balls and squeezed and twisted. With nowhere to go, Raymond let out an audible scream as Thomas pulled the boy toward him, Raymond's face contorted in pain. Thomas continued to pull until Raymond's head was on his shoulder, his body shaking and sweating. Raymond had learned enough up to this point not to resist or flail or make sudden movements. With his free hand, Thomas began stroking the back of Raymond's head, increasing the pressure on the boy'c cock and balls just slightly, sounds of true and real pain just barely escaping the corner's of Raymond's mouth. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are," Thomas gently whispered into Raymond's left ear, still stroking the back of his head as if trying to sooth him, "but I decide who I stick my fuck stick into." Without a prompt, Raymond replied, "Yes, sir." "What did you think was going to happen? You were going to go for a ride and hope I'd forget what your boy in there said?" "No, I just...," Raymond quivered as the pressure increased. "Shhh, baby boy. I don't actually care what you thought. But I do want you to answer this question," Thomas could feel, what could only be tears, running down his shoulder. "What was the last thing Nelson said?" Raymond knew and realized whatever came next was going to be rough. "Make it hurt," Raymond whispered through gritted teeth, more of a realization than an actual answer to the question asked. Thomas squeezed a bit more and began to rise. With Raymond on his feet, Thomas lifted his arm a bit more until Raymond was on the tips of his toes and began to walk boy to his right and then backwards. Raymond focused everything he had on staying upright despite the bursts of bright pain appearing when he closed his eyes. Slowly he shuffled back as Thomas guided him by his vice-encased dick. Then suddenly Thomas released his grip. Raymond hunched over, the pain intense but happy to be free. "Stand up," Thomas said. Raymond obliged and as his mind cleared Thomas shoved the boy backwards. Raymond panicked, arms flailed out to his sides trying to catch himself. He heard the clanking of chains and felt his fall stopped by something cold and slightly rigid. He gasped and after a moment or two of getting his bearings he realized he had been pushed backwards into the forgotten sling. He looked up and Thomas was smiling at him. Raymond couldn't help but lick his lips. Though very different looking than Nelson, Thomas was one hot fucker, especially in his leather harness. Raymond had never been in a sling before. He swaying and swinging was momentarily soothing. He reached up and grabbed the chains and began to scoot himself up until he was laying comfortably. Thomas began stoking his cock as he watched the boy's biceps flex as he pulled himself up. The boy only slightly struggled to get comfortable but as he did his various muscles seemed all that much more inviting. He wanted to run his mouth and tongue all over Raymond. But there would be time for that later. Raymond sat and watched Thomas watch him and decided it was best to lower his gaze and wait for instructions. Just as he looked down he saw Thomas move to his right toward the shelf, but he decided to remain still. During all his time have sex, he had never met any two as volatile as Nelson and Thomas. This was a whole new ball game. Suddenly two objects landed on Raymond's torso. "Put those on." Raymond reached down and saw that the objects were two thick leather restraints. Assuming they were for his wrists, Raymond got to work. He struggled a bit to get the restraint on his left wrist, but after a few moments it was secure. It felt substantial. He went to put on the other but fumbled it and it landed on the ground below the sling. His eyes quickly shot to Thomas. Thomas didn't say a word. Instead he walked over to Raymond and began to lightly trace a finger on the boy's body as he made his way around until he reached the restraint. He picked it up and placed it on Raymond's chest. Instinctively, Raymond reached to put it on but Thomas gently patted Raymond's chest and simply said, "No," before making his way behind Raymond. Raymond looked up at Thomas whose face was hard to read, much more than before. Thomas reached down and gingerly picked up the restraint and then Raymond's right arm and expertly secured it. He then lifted and extended Raymond's right arm until it was well above his head. But Thomas continued lifting and stretching until he secured the restraint to a link up high. He smiled down at Raymond, "Gimme," was all he said and Raymond obediently responded by giving Thomas his other wrist. Thomas was not so gentle this time. He yanked the arm up high and fast and quickly secured it. Raymond was immediately uncomfortable as he was basically hanging. Thomas made his way back to Raymond's legs and placed them in their respective stirrups, grabbed Raymond by the cock and balls and began to push the sling back and forth, watching his handiwork. Raymond winced, more at his still sensitive cock and balls being grabbed, but also at the uncomfortable position his arms were now. "Make it hurt," kept running through his head. All this happened in relative silence until the apartment was suddenly filled with the sound of dark dance music. Raymond turned his head and remembered Nelson was still out there doing god know's what. Thomas moved the office chair in front of Raymond's legs and grabbed his backpack what was sitting next to the desk. Though he could not get a very good view, Raymond saw Thomas give his still rigid cock a few strokes before rummaging through the back. Thomas pulled out a small toiletry bag and shoved his back pack to the side. Wanting Raymond to see the contents he stood, placed the bag on the boy's tight stomach and unzipped. Knowing Raymond would be very curious, he was slow and deliberate removing the contents. He poked around in the bag and removed bag white rocks and shook it enticingly in front of Raymond. "You know what this is." "Yes, sir." Thomas placed the bag on the desk. He then poked around in the bag a bit more and pulled out an elastic tourniquet, though Raymond looked a bit puzzled as to what it was exactly. This made Thomas smile. He loved slamming newbies. Thomas did not bother explaining what it was. Thomas removed the next few objects and saw Raymond's eyes widen and fill with a different panic. "I don't think that is something I need to be doing." Thomas had pulled 4 orange-tipped syringes from the bag. All were empty, but Raymond began to realize what was going to happen. He struggled a bit at the restraints, realizing the drugs in his system weren't as noticeable anymore. "Let me down," Raymond demanded, still pulling at the chains and restraints. Not a word from Thomas as he moved the toiletry bag off of Nelson and began to walk toward the shelf. "Please!" Raymond croaked. Thomas was walking back and made his way to Raymond's head. He ran his fingers up and down the boy's arms and then stopped at the restraint. Raymond gave a sigh and looked up and saw Thomas smirking down at him. "Depending on how you see it, today is your luckiest or unluckiest day so far." Raymond began to struggle more and just as he opened his mouth to say something, Thomas placed a ball gag into Raymond's mouth and quickly secured the leather straps behind the boy's head. "Just go with the flow." This was much more than Raymond could have imagined just a few hours ago. "This will help," Thomas said. Once again he shook the bag in front of Raymond, opened it and pulled out a large shard. Thomas licked his finger and slowly inserted it into Raymond's hole. "Fuck boy, that hole is not only fire hot, but its tight as hell." Raymond couldn't help but moan. Thomas worked his single digit in and out as deep as he could. Raymond forgot about the syringes and tourniquet and let Thomas work his hole. A second finger was inserted. Raymond forgot about his arms being strained as they were still uncomfortably secured high above his head. In and out Thomas worked his two digits. He removed them for a moment, placed the large shard at the entrance of Raymond's tight hole and gently pushed, this time with three fingers. Raymond winced at the pain but moaned at the pleasure. The rock stung his insides, but Thomas' fingers felt like heaven. "That's it baby boy, just let it happen."

2. I picked up my clothes and wearing only my jock, walked back to my little apartment. As soon as I was in the door I couldn’t help but run my finger over my hole. It felt slick and a little puffy. It had never felt like that before. On a whim I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the ass juice and cum from them. I felt even more slutty than before. It was a little hard to think about what had just transpired and how quickly it had happened. I suddenly understood my love of man scent, an attraction to older men, and had been fucked raw for the first time. My cock gave a powerful throb. I was still so horny. Danny was right, I would have said yes to anything in that moment, but time wasn’t going to change that. I wanted to keep feeling like this. I slipped a finger into my ass and felt how lose my ring felt. It had never been like this when I’d played with it before. This was what it was like to have a properly fucked hole. I was open, full of cum, and ready for more. I went into the bedroom and pulled out my suitcase. I had put most of my clothes away already, but there were a few personal items I hadn’t unpacked yet still. Sitting in the bottom of my duffle was a little black cloth bag. Long and heavy it was obvious before opening what was inside it. I took the shiny black butt plug out. Even though I had used it just a few days before it now seemed smaller somehow, a little less impressive. It wasn’t wildly thick or wildly long, but it had served me well in college. Normally it took a good amount of lube to get it in, but I suspected today would be much easier. I spat onto the head, and rubbed the toy against my hole. The spit made my sphincter slick again. I took a deep breath. I let it out slowly, and slid the toy inside my ass. It locked in easily, and I gasped a little. It felt good to be full again. I worked it in and out, the cum from my hole frothing around the shaft. I pulled it entirely out of my hole and pushed it into my mouth. I licked the cum from the silicone plug. With my mouth full of cum and ass juice I sat down hard on the plug. It slid into me in one easy movement. My phone buzzed. I struggled to find it for a minute. It was still in the pocket of my shorts which lay in a discarded heap on the floor. There was a text from an unknown number with a local area code. Hey David. This is Jack: it read. I felt my hands shake a little and my hole twitched around the plug. Hi!: I responded. Did you enjoy your time with Danny this afternoon? Yes daddy! It was amazing. I like you calling me daddy: his responses were coming fast: it gets me hard boy. The next message that came through was a picture of a shockingly thick uncut cock erupting from a slightly trimmed bush of dense gray pubes. The foreskin looked thick, and somehow delicious. There was a glint of precum leaking out of it. I typed back fast: Fuck daddy! That is a beautiful cock! All the same rules that Danny had apply with me boy. You have to tell me what you want. I want you to fuck me: after my afternoon with Danny I was more confident, it was easier to say what I was thinking. What else? I want you to fuck me till you cum in my hole. Anything else? I want to be your boy! I want you to take me. Good boy. What are you doing now? Honestly? Yes boy. I’m playing with my hole. I’m sitting on a butt plug right now wishing it was your cock. You want me to come fuck you? Yes daddy! You’re ready for me now? Yes! Good. Unlock the door and wait for me on your knees in the living room. Leave the plug in your hole. I’m coming to you now. Holy shit! I thought. It was happening now. I ran to the front door, holding the plug in my ass with one hand, and made sure it was unlocked. Then I stepped back a few paces and got on my knees waiting. My heart was thudding, but my cock was hard as a rock and my hole was pulsing around the plug’s shaft. Despite my nerves there was nothing that was going to stop me doing whatever this man asked of me. For several long moments I knelt on the cold tile waiting. He took his time I thought, making sure that just enough time had passed that I would worry he wasn’t coming. Then I heard footsteps on the path outside, a shadow passed in front of the window, and the door opened. Jack stood framed in the door way. He was shirtless, his skin a deep warm tan that stood out in sharp contrast from the forest of silver-gray hair that covered his torso. His nipples were large and brown. His belly stood proud from his body, a firm sort of belly that seemed to be built on top of a base of powerful muscle. His shoulders were broad and powerful looking. On the bottom half he wore a pair of short little vintage looking basketball shorts. They did nothing to hide the sizable bulge he was already sporting. He stepped into the room and closed the door. I realized I was holding my breath. “Hello boy,” he said in his rich resonant voice. “I’m glad to see you’re waiting for me so patiently.” “Of course, daddy.” “You remember the rules?” “Yes daddy!” “What are they?” “If I want something I have to say it out loud.” “That’s right. So what do you want.” “You daddy! I want you! I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me! I want to be your boy!” “Good boy. I’m going to keep asking you. I’m going to check in with you every step of the way till your hole is leaking my cum.” “Yes daddy!” “Now, before we go any further I want you to know what you’re committing to by taking my load. If you take my load you are promising me that Danny and I will get to fuck you together. If that isn’t something you want you can decide that any time until my load gets pumped into you. Once that happens however, your hole is promised to us. Do you understand.” “Yes daddy!” “Do you still want to continue?” “Yes!” “Then come suck my cock.” I crawled across the floor and my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed his shorts to the ground unleashing his cock. The foreskin was naturally rolled back part way down the throbbing head. His pubes looked a little wilder than the picture, a dense mound of gray hair. His balls hung low and full. I licked my lips. Holding his cock by the base Jack shook it at me, a little drop of precum oozed from the head. I moved forward still on my knees with my mouth open and caught the head in my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, working under the foreskin, and eliciting a pleasure filled sigh from Jack. I held onto his shaft and balls as I began to bob forward and back. Danny had been in control when I sucked his cock… really it had been more like him face fucking me. Jack, however, was letting me do all the work. I pushed myself down on his cock, swallowing hard. I tried to breathe through my nose so I could take him deeper and longer. Still I was only halfway down the girthy shaft when my gag reflex kicked in and I fell back coughing and spluttering. “Its ok boy,” Jack said in a soothing tone closing the distance between us again, “You’ll get used to it. Danny and I will have you deep throating our cocks like a champ in no time. For now, take your time and savor daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love my fat dick in your mouth.” “Yes daddy!” I jumped back up and started to slobber all over his cock. I licked around the slit, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. I swallowed both of his balls at the same time. I slid my mouth up and down his cock till it glistened. My jaw was tired, and my face was once more covered in my spit. “Good boy, you love daddy’s cock don’t you. You love worshiping it.” “I do daddy! I love your cock. I love having it in my mouth.” “You’ve done a good job boy. Really. Now get up and worship daddy’s body a little.” He put both of his hands behind his head exposing his pits. I was instantly hit with the smell of a hot sweaty man and my hole clenched around the plug. I leapt up and dove into his pit. His scent was different than Danny’s but no less intoxicating. I slurped away like a starving man. I felt like my head was spinning. This smell was like a drug that made you horny. The more I smelled it the harder I got and the hungrier I got for cock. A long bead of precum hung from the tip of my cock now. I didn’t know what a pig was at the time, but when I look back I could pinpoint this afternoon as the moment I became a pig. The scent of a man was all it took to make me horny. By the time I was licking his second pit I was in heat. I pulled out of his pit, my face covered in spit, sweat and his scent. On my tip toes I kissed him lightly on the mouth and said, “Please fuck me.” “You’re ready for daddy’s cock?” “Yes!” “You remember what that means boy?” “You’re going to breed me.” “And if I breed you…?” “I’m committing to letting you and Danny fuck me together.” “Is that something you want?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you and Danny to fuck me together! I want to be your boy! I want you both to fuck me, and use me, and fill me with cum!” “Good boy! Lets go to the bedroom and get that plug out then.” He led me by the hand into the bedroom, and tossed me on my back onto the mattress. Immediately I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to the sides of my chest. “Look at that ass! Damn. Danny wasn’t kidding. Such a perfectly furry butt. And isn’t that the cutest little plug you’ve got in there. Is that the only plug you own boy?” “Yes… I… well…” “Go on.” “When I got back from being fucked by Danny I wanted to feel full again so badly I pulled it out of my suitcase and put it in immediately. It made me feel slutty to know I had Danny’s cum plugged inside my hole.” “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Feeling slutty is good.” He tugged on the base of the plug causing me to moan. “Now, I’m going to take it out, and then I’m going to put my cock in your hole. You’re sure you want that?” “More than anything!” “Good boy.” He pulled a little harder and the plug slid from my hole with a soft squelch. I moaned. “That is a pretty hole. Probably a little tight still, but a pretty hole.” “I don’t think its that tight after Danny.” I laughed. “Oh its still tight… but if you keep going with us you wont be. I’ll stretch you out good.” “Fuck yes!” I had never considered being opened up, but now that he said it I desperately wanted to be. He spat into his hand and lubed up his cock, then he spat again and smeared it all over my tender hole. I moaned again. “So eager,” he said and lined his cock up with my hole. He rugged the big head against my pucker, smearing his precum and spit around. I was whimpering, and pushing my ass back trying to get him to slide inside me. When he finally shifted his weight and sunk the first few inches of his cock into me I sighed deeply. It didn’t hurt, it felt like bliss washing over me. My hole radiated pleasure as the second raw cock of my life slowly slid inside me. Sweat sprung up across my chest, and I could smell myself too now. I had never noticed my own scent before, but now I found it just as hot and sexy as Danny or Jack’s. I put one hand behind my head and smelled my own musk. “That’s it boy! Smell your own manly scent. It turns you on doesn’t it. Good! We don’t like our boys too fresh. We want you to smell like a fucking man.” He bent forward, pushing the last inch of his cock into me and stuffed his nose in my pit. He inhaled deeply, and with a satisfied sigh, ran his tongue from the side of my body to just below my elbow. He smiled and kissed me. I tasted salty sweat on his lips, my own salty sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and held his big burly body to me kissing him passionately. Our tongues wrestled, invading each others mouths. He held his cock balls deep inside me, flexing it against my tight hole as we kissed. “Use me,” I said, my voice a breathless whisper. “Good boy,” he said in return, and reared back so he was towering over me. I looked up his body, taking in the firm belly, the massive pecs, the thick gray hair. I felt overwhelmed by my lust for this man. This man old enough to be my father. This man who’s husband had fucked me and bred me just a few hours before. This man who now had his unprotected cock inside me. This man who was going to give me the second load I’d ever taken. Everything about him was astounding and sexy. Then he began to thrust. The pleasure I’d gotten from Danny’s cock hadn’t been a fluke, or a one off. Jack’s cock felt just as amazing as he slid it slowly in and out of my hole. He held my thighs wide, on either side of his thick frame. I was spread open for him, his belly rubbing against my crotch. I felt my mouth go slack as he picked up the pace. “I can feel Danny’s load in your hole.” “It feels so good daddy!” “I love sloppy seconds.” “Fuck me!” He was pounding me now. There was a steady slapping sound echoing around the room and a grunting it took me a minute to realize was coming from me. Jack’s cock was knocking a low guttural sound out of my mouth with each deep thrust. It was uncontrollable and animalistic, my body’s reaction to being dicked down. “You like that big raw daddy dick don’t you?” “Yes! I fucking love it. I need your load daddy! Breed my hole!” “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be full of spunk soon enough.” He starter to fuck me even harder, growling with each thrust. It felt like he was punching my guts with his cock head. He slammed it in and out. I could tell my hole had gone slack around his invading cock, no longer putting up any fight. He had hold of my ankles now and was holding my legs forward and out so that he was over me slightly. I looked up into his handsome face, contorted in pleasure and exertion as he railed me. Sweat glistened on his face, and trickled down in little rivers through his dense chest hair. I watched his face change, the pleasure and exertion slowly morphed into hunger. It was like an animal was clawing its way out of him. A werewolf shifting at the full moon. His breathing was ragged, his eyes clenched shut, and his jaw set. A low growl came from deep inside his chest, the kind that you feel more than hear. He was jack hammering his cock in and out of my without mercy. I was a ragdoll in his hands. With one last powerful thrust he forced the full length of his member inside me. It throbbed against my battered hole. I felt the cum rush up through his shaft till it exploded inside me. His cum flooded my hole as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt a glowing warmth spread inside my gut. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered. I felt spent. It wasn’t until he dipped his fingers into the mess I’d made on my stomach and chest I realized he had fucked another load out of me. I had been so overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock was giving me I hadn’t noticed my own dick shooting another massive load. He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and licked my load off of them. Then he bent down and kissed me. I tasted my own cum on his tongue. I could smell his sent. I was in heaven. Slowly he pulled his cock out of my hole. We both groaned. I felt warm but empty. Jack flopped down on the bed next to me. I let my legs down, my hole felt slick. “Damn boy. You did good.” I rolled onto my side to face him, and ran one hand through his thick chest hair. “Thank you, daddy. It felt… It felt better than any sex I’ve had before.” “Danny told me that he was the first man to fuck you raw.” “Yes!” “Well that’s part of why it felt better. Raw sex just feels better. Having a man finish inside you makes it even hotter. Right? You like being full of our cum don’t you?” “Oh my god yes!” “The other reason is, we know what we’re doing. Older men know how to take care of a boy’s hole. We know what you need, and how to make you feel good.” “You fucked me better than any boy in my college.” “Good. That will hopefully keep you coming back for more… speaking of. You’ve got my load in your guts now. You remember what that means?” “It means I’m committed to letting you and Danny use me together!” “Good boy.” He kissed me. “Is that still what you want?” “Yes! I want you both!” “You’re horny again already aren’t you!” “Yes… if you told me to bend over for Danny right now I would.” He laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that I felt through the mattress, “Good to know, but we’re not going to give it to you quite yet. You’re going to have one more opportunity to back out boy. Im going to leave you here to think for a while. If you really want to be our boy. If you really want us to use you, to open you up, to breed you; come to Bungalow 4 at 8pm. Don’t bother getting dressed. Walk over in your jock, that’s how we’ll know you’re committed. Once you’re there tonight though, you will not be given more opportunities to back out. We will use you. You will be our boy, our cum slut.” “Yes daddy!” “Good boy.” He kissed me again, and then got up from the bed. He walked out into the front room and I followed him. He picked up his shorts and made to leave without putting them on, his cocks still shinny from my hole. “Oh, I’ll drop off a bigger plug for you in a couple of minutes. If you find you need something more substantial than that little thing in the meantime.” One more kiss and then he was gone. I was naked except for a jockstrap now wet with spit and cum, my chest covered in my own drying loads, with an ass full of sperm from two different men, and I was harder than I’d ever been before.

Thanks - I'm not really "almost back to normal" - just the skin sensitivity on the forehead is (it had gotten very tender over the entire half of my forehead, not just at the four main infected spots). They're still black and ugly but I can tell the treatment is working. I have a good ways to go before I'm back to normal. Whatever that is. 🙂

Just my two cents, but it doesn't sound like the flue at all. Sounds more like a sinus infection. A damp hot place will set off a sinus infection. It Will also manifest in the sore throat and upper respiratory irritation. I used to get sinus a lot when I was younger, up to the point of excruciating headaches. After some investigation, it seemed logical that my sinus infection was always there, and only showed symptoms under the right conditions. The virus is very delicate, and so, can only live in the stable environment of the sinuses. I ended up stumbling on a cure, and have been free of sinus infections for 40+ years. I won't go into my cure, because I'm not a doctor. I will only say, try putting yourself in a similar environment without the personal contact aspect, and see if you get the same symptoms.

You say your fear is that you might disappoint the guy you’re going to suck - but you’re guaranteed to disappoint a guy you back out on, so what you’re saying makes no sense. Instead, it sounds like you’re afraid of something else, and you’re using “I’m afraid I’ll disappoint” as a (flimsy) screen for the real reason, which may or may not be clear to you. It’s your own fear you’re dealing with, not the other guys’, so it’s not their psychology that’s at the root of this. A fair number of men post here with questions in a similar vein, to wit: ‘How can I stop being afraid?’ No one can do that for you. It has to come from within. At its most basic, your mind has to make a judgment that you want the potential reward more than you don’t want the potential consequence. Nobody can tell you how to want one thing more than something else. Seriously, though - if you’re setting up hookups and then backing out on them, stop it. You’re cheating guys out of the time they could have used getting head from somebody with a willing mouth. You’re also ruining your own reputation. Don’t offer your mouth unless you’re determined to use it.

It feels great... almost like a pair of tightly puckered lips are kissing at the head of your cock when you first start banging into it. Then all of a sudden the bottom relaxes and you kind of fall forward into it as it just opens up, and you glide into a place that most never get to feel. And then the real fun begins. I know that may sound like a silly description, but that's what its always felt like to me.

You can always take the condom and unload it in your ass or mouth if you want.

"Sorry man, this hole is just aching to be stretched," Nelson said as he slowly began to move his finger inside the boy with Sarge still firmly lodged. Raymond's back arched, his drugged up mind instinctively doing its best to accommodate not dildo but now Nelson's middle finger. Still not at the first knuckle, Nelson moved his finger around the dildo while slowly moving it in and out of Raymond. Again Raymond's back arched, but this time Thomas placed both his hands around Raymond's throat has he slid his thick member in and out of his other hold, using both thumbs to apply pressure. In the brief glimpses he got of Raymond's eyes, he knew the boy was, again, lost in the pleasure and relishing the pain. He began to apply pressure to Raymond's throat with each of his thumbs. As the moments passed he watched the boy's body react. First, he felt the boy swallowing more and fast. Then he saw, to both his left and right, the boy's hands wrap around the chains in an attempt to pull himself off the cock and away from Thomas' grip. Then he saw it in the boys body, slowly thrusting up while still trying to manage the invasion of the dildo and finger. In and out his cock went, hands still choking off the boy's air supply. He didn't let up right away, he wanted the boy to understand that he didn't have a choice, so he slowly, very slowly released his grip and watched as the boy's body reacted to having air again. Thomas hadn't noticed, but Nelson was looking at him. "Fuckin' A, dude! That was hot. His hole was clenching tight around the dildo and my finger. Come stretch him out, I think our little slut deserves a reward." Nelson then abruptly removed 8 inches of Sarge and his finger causing Raymond to gasp around Thomas' cock. Thomas took the opportunity to shove his cock down the boy's open throat, causing the boy, once again to grasp as the chains. Nelson left the room to the sound to Raymond gasping, signaling the onslaught on the boy's throat was temporarily halted. "This faggot needs to be more...open," Nelson thought to himself as he walked into his bedroom, his hard cock leading the way. In the back of his closet he found a small vial of mostly clear liquid. After a quick trip to the kitchen he returned to the bedroom, juice cup in hand with a bendy straw added for ease of drinking. He smiled to himself as he saw Thomas on his haunches, face buried in Raymond's hole while the boy was muttering nonsense. Thomas' well-manicured beard was taking Raymond's senses to a new level. Feeling the soft yet bristly hair rub against the sensitive parts just around his hole, while Thomas' thick, sloppy tongue darted in and out of Raymond was driving the kid wild. Thomas slowly jacked his thick and rigid cock while he feasted on Raymond's hole. He knew he was driving the kid mad. He knew his beard was amping up the sensations the kid was feeling. He knew the kid was fucked up and, looking up at Nelson, wickedly smiling down on him, holding a cup in his hand, he knew the kid would soon be on another level. He stood as Nelson knelt down to be face level with Raymond. He grabbed a bandana off the shelf and wiped the sweat off Raymond's face then stoked his head. "You're such a hot fucking stud, you know that right?" He said to Raymond. Raymond turned his head and smiled a big goofy smile, eyes wide. "Drink this, all in one go," Nelson continued as he again stroked the boy's head. Raymond smiled and took the straw in his mouth and greedily sucked down laced juice, too high and too blissed out to notice or care it tasted off. His eyes were locked onto Nelson and the only thoughts that raced across his mind were related to pleasure, obedience, and sensation. He had never felt this good. He had never been treated this good, even if it cost him his comfort at times. He embraced the sensations these two men were giving him. Now, looking into Nelson's eyes, he was glad the stud was giving him the refreshment his body desperately needed. He vaguely heard the sound of air trying to slurp up the last drops of whatever Nelson gave him before he stopped and saw Nelson stand. He felt Nelson stroke his head a few more times before he heard a command. "Open up, faggot." He looked up and saw that Nelson was now standing above him and he opened his mouth obediently. Nelson spit into his mouth and Raymond dutifully swallowed. Just as he was getting lost in the eyes of the man standing above him, he felt the beginnings of something pushing at his over-sensitized hole. He looked down over his sweat-covered body and saw that Thomas had his hands on the chains next to his legs, lining up his thick cock at his hole. "Let's hope Sarge opened you up a bit," Thomas said before he slowly and steadily sank into Raymond. Raymond felt like he was taking a long, deep breath. He felt his hole stretch like it hadn't before while also feeling the heat radiate off Thomas' cock. The boy's eyes widened as the cock seemed to take days to enter him. "Focus on me," Nelson said. Raymond immediately looked up and saw a smiling Nelson. The invasive stretching continued but he was in a daze looking up at Nelson. Still smiling down at the boy, Nelson said, "Fuck this bitch." Raymond was a bit confused, the words not quite registering or matching up the smile Nelson was giving up, but all his senses were immediately brought back to his hole as Thomas took Nelson's command to heart. His hands moved down to the boy's thighs and the slow and steady sinking-in of his cock into the boy was replaced with a mechanical like pistoning. The boy both screamed and moaned, over and over as Thomas fucked the boy's hole. There was no love or anything resembling positivity or connection to the scene Nelson was witnessing before him. Raymond's hands found the familiar chains next to his hands, vice-like on the rattling chains. The boy's body was pouring with sweat, his muscles flexing and contorting, struggling at the brutal fucking he was receiving. But receiving was too calm and ordinary of a word to what Thomas was doing to the boy. His fingers dug into the boy's meaty thighs, latching on to the sweaty and firm flesh as a way to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere. In and out his cock went, feeling the slut's hole convulse around it. The boy's cunt was on fire. Although the music was still steadily beating in the background, all Thomas could he was the boy scream and moan and huff and puff and struggle. "FUCK...AGRGHHH....FUCK...YES...STOP...PLEASE" Raymond managed to get out. Each wording reacting to the thrusts he was being punished with. Nelson looked down at his cock, it was stiff and dripping as he took in the sight. For some reason he thought there would be some sort of build up, or preamble to Thomas' fucking. But no, not really. The slow entry gave way to an almost maniacal fucking that was born of anger and aggression. Thomas, nor his cock, would not relent. Steady and hard he continued, sweat dripping and pouring onto the boy, splashing as it would collect on his cock as it smashed into the boy. The screams and pleading from the boy continued, but the intensity lessened. The moans of pleasure soon began to overtake the pain. Thomas looked down at the faggot beneath him. His hole was like a constricted furnace. The slut's eyes rolled around in his head, his muscles flexed and unflexed. His words pleaded to stop and then asked for more. Thomas wanted to hurt him. Not the "pretend" hurt, like before where he slapped, smacked, pinched punched and choked. He wanted to hurt him like he hurt Toby 5 years ago. After Toby, Thomas learned what true restraint meant. He learned that he couldn't be the fucker he wanted to be. Maybe that's why he wanted to hurt Raymond like he had done to Toby, they were somewhat similar. Raymond would leave here sore, with maybe a few bruises and marks and wanting more. But Toby wasn't as lucky. Yes, Toby's two broken ribs, two black eyes and cigarette burns healed, but life wasn't quite the same after. Toby hadn't been aware of what he was in for that night when he met Thomas and after Thomas dumped him at the emergency room two days later, he anxiously waited a call or visit from the local police, but neither ever came. He texted and called Toby, wanting to know what he might have said, secretly wanting him to come back for round 2, but the calls and text were never answered. But he knew Toby had talked because Thomas was avoided by every potential fuck slut he attempted to chat with online and at his favorite bar. Thomas believed in consequences so he wasn't mad or upset by it all. He learned a valuable lesson after that: those who wanted to be hurt were not as fun as those who were unwilling. Thomas knew his days of hurting boys like he did to Toby were over and decided to move to a new town and gently push the limits of pain and punishment in his new home. But oh how he wanted to hurt Raymond.

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.

Raymond tried to speak, but the ball gag was firmly in place. His ass stung, much more than it did before when Nelson did the same thing earlier. As much as Raymond was enjoying Thomas' fingers in his hole, every time he tried to meet the thrusts, the restraints got pulled tighter. Thomas' deliberate placement of the restraints above his head gave him no leverage, caused discomfort every time his torso was pushed down and forward and he found his arms were becoming more fatigued by the moment every time he tried to lift himself up to relieve the pain. Pleasure and pain. The effort to find any sense of comfort was taking a toll on Raymond. Thomas watched as Raymond grasped the chains in his hands and tried to relieve the pain of being stretched at the arms. It was hot site, once again, watching this toned and muscled college student flex and writhe beneath him. Thomas wanted to devour every inch of firm flesh the boy had. Suck and lick and slap and pinch and punch and backhand and slurp and worship and own. Chances like this and boys like this don't come around often. This stud struggling below him wasn't necessarily made to be a whore or a cumdump, that much was probably true, though he would be those to things in the coming hours. After they were done with him he would go on living the life he had woken up to that morning. Though Thomas still wasn't sure if Nelson hated or liked the bound college stud, he was sure to make this a night something the boy would never forget, and as such, he meant to use and abuse Raymond in such a way that whenever Thomas called, Raymond would show up ready to be fucked and filled in whatever ways Thomas demanded. By now, the rock was well dissolved and making its way through Raymond's tight body. Thomas watched as Raymond moaned around the ball gag, eyes rolling, every so often, into the back of his head, but brought back to reality by the pain in his wrists and arms. Thomas looked down at his cock and it was as hard as he had ever remembered. One of those boners that ached and glistened. Beads of sweat pooled in the crevices of the kid's tanned, Spanish abs. With is three fingers still lodged in Raymond, Thomas stood, and began to lick each of Raymond's pert nipples. Raymond moaned into the ball gag, eyes closed. In and out Thomas' fingers went, slowly but firmly. He wanted to go deeper. He worked his mouth over Raymond's left nipple and began to slowly bite it. Not hard, but with enough pressure that Raymond began to focus on what was happening. Thomas saw the wheels turning in the kid's head. He had been purposely unpredictable all night just for moments like these. Raymond was sure pain would soon be coming around the corner as the biting pressure ever so slightly increased. It looked like Raymond was preparing to grit his teeth for the impending hurt. Thomas lifted his mouth off the nipple and licked the sweat off of Raymond's chest, peck and neck. The began to suck on Raymond's neck, fingers still rhythmically going in and out, twisting and thrusting. The boy was in heaven. Thomas wanted to go deeper. He stood, put his free hand on Raymond's should and began to pull him down, deeper onto his fingers. Raymond's arms were stretched. Zero leverage for him to grab the chains. All he could do was watch, and feel, his body being pulled down. His arms muscles trying to flex in search for any relief available all while Thomas' fingers somehow went deeper into Raymond's tight cunt. The discomfort was turning into pain. Raymond threw his head back. this time tensing his entire body in an effort to get any kind of relief. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," Thomas said, pulling Raymond deeper onto his digits. "You really don't learn do you?" Raymond tried pleading, saying that he was sorry and that he would do anything. But all that came out was a mess of garbled words. Thomas released Raymond's shoulder and a bit of relief was met, but not for long. Thomas stood and walked over and grabbed an intimidating looking dildo off the shelf. Raymond's eyes widened. "I call this one Sarge," Thomas said while delicately adding four drops of lube to the 11 inch dildo that was as wide as a can of Red Bull. He placed it on Raymond's abs so he could have a good look at it while he slowly stroked up and down. "You need to be taught a lesson on how to give in and Sarge is just the tool for the job." Thomas reached over and cleaned his hand with a wipe as the dildo plopped forward onto Raymond's chest, the boy's eyes still wide. He went back to his back and pulled out a small canister and gave it a shake. Raymond heard...sand? Thomas saw Raymond trying to figure it out what it was. With the dildo still on Raymond's chest, Thomas opened the canister and then said to Raymond, "If you make me waste any of this, you'll be sorry. Best to be still and hold your breath." Raymond didn't need to be told twice. Thomas gently tipped the can until a fine coating of white dust coated the exposed top surface of the dildo. "Tina dust," he said as he winked at Raymond. Raymond registered that more meth was going to be going up his ass just as he was beginning to feel the effects of the shard Thomas had just given him. Thomas carefully lifted the dildo, as he did that Raymond shook his head no. Side to side, eyes pleading. Thomas nodded his head yes, eyes telling the boy that the decision was already made. Raymond frantically looked around, being careful to not disrupt what Thomas was doing. But as he was looking around his eyes fell on the forgotten syringes from earlier and became still. Thomas followed Raymond's eyes and a huge smile came across his face. "Looks like you need to focus," and he gently placed the dildo back onto Raymond's chest and gave him the same warning as before. He then stood, walked to the shelf and retrieved, what looked like to Raymond, a mess of leather. Thomas then walked to Raymond's head and secured a blindfold over Raymond's eyes. "This is just the beginning, baby boy," Thomas whispered to him. All went dark for Raymond. He could hear the music, it was still the dark techno coming from the living room. He knew Thomas was walking around to his left because he felt a finger tracing along his body, but he dared not move and disturb the Tina-coated dildo. He then sense Thomas back between his legs and he felt the dildo being lifted off his chest. He heaved a few deep breaths. The shard was doing its job. Raymond's ass was once again on fire and the blindfold seem to enhance his feelings of horniness and wanting like never before. Thomas smiled wickedly down at the boy before yelling, "Nelson, you should come in here for this. Bring your phone." Raymond heard Thomas call for Nelson and was saddened that he wouldn't get to see the stud in all his naked muscled glory. That sadness gave way to pleasure as he felt three fingers enter his tight, hot hold. With his free hand, Thomas kept the boy primed by slowing working his fingers into the boy while he waited for Nelson. "Is he fucked up?" "Not nearly enough. Take a look." Nelson entered the room. Gone was the jock strap, instead he was dressed similar to Thomas: a thick steel cock ring around his rigid dick, a black leather bulldog harness and a black baseball hat. "What the fuck have you been doing?" Thomas asked. "Smoking. Calming down. This fucker," he said spitting onto Raymond, "really pissed me the fuck off. Faggot can't listen." He said as he spit again. There was anger in his eyes. "I had to get the fuck out or else I might have really hit him good." "Hates him," Thomas thought. Raymond's ass was on fire but he registered what Nelson said. Through the gag, Raymond mumbled, "I'll be better!" but it was incoherent. Nelson and Thomas both turned to Raymond, "What was that, faggot?" Nelson asked. Raymond slowed down and tried to enunciate. "I'll be better!" "One more time, slut." Thomas this time. "I'LL.....BE.....BET..TER!" Thomas looked at Nelson, tilted his head as if to say, "Maybe let him try?" Nelson took a deep breath, and visibly relaxed and walked over to Raymond's head. "You'll be better, is that what you said?" Raymond vigorously shook his head. Nelson wrapped both his large hands around Raymond's neck and lifted him about a foot. The relief in his arms felt great but he was scared out of his mind. He couldn't breathe. Nelson's grip was tight. This felt different. "One more chance, fucker." And he let go of Raymond and saw the boy's body shudder in pain as his stretched arms took the brunt of catching his falling body. He then turned back to Thomas and smiled, "He might need some G."

I have a slightly different take. A bottom is either a cumslut or a cockslut. A cockslut needs to be penetrated; he gets off on having a cock in his ass. A cumslut needs to be bred; he gets off on having cum in his ass. Every bottom is a mix of cumslut and cockslut, and it can change from session to session, but you can get a feel for whether you're fucking a cockslut or a cumslut. They do need to get fucked differently. Cocksluts care more about size; cumsluts care about raw number of loads. Cumsluts need it faster and cocksluts need it longer. My version fits with the more common definition. A cumslut is a man driven by the desire to be inseminated. I'm just balancing that with his desire to be penetrated.

I'm 7", but in real inches. I do hit this zone when I fuck some bottoms, especially if we're in a position where I can get really deep (like facing each other) and especially if he's a smaller man, like 5'8" or so. It feels good, though. "Second ring" is a decent term because it does feel a bit like the actual anus. It's nowhere near as tight, but it's just a little bit tighter than the rest of his guts. You could say, if you're bi like me, that it's like fucking a female for a depth of about an inch, enough to surround my head. I'm not long enough to break well past it, so it's more like a pocket, but my tip can get past it. I guess someone has to say this: the second ring can feel kinda rough or gritty, and, when I fuck that deep, I usually end up with a trace of pink on my head. The upside is that it feels fucking awesome knowing I've gotten that deep in his guts. (Come to think of it, breaking into a bottom's second ring is all upside.) It's even more awesome to shoot that deep, because my seed is getting blasted in a special region of his guts, and it's gonna stay inside him when I pull out, which is what I want. When I'm fucking for a long time it can get difficult to make myself cum. One trick I have is to pull way back, so I'm barely inside him and my corona (the ridge at the back of the head) gets to rub on his anus, where it's tightest. I can do that with the second ring, too — I slam balls deep and grind on him, giving really short jabs into that pocket. Basically, I give my cock extra friction to make it squirt. One more thing — bottoms don't seem to have any problem with getting fucked this deep. (Bottoms, TBH, can fuck up taking a cock in their ass in lots of ways.) It's technically dangerous to go past the second ring because the sigmoid colon isn't as tough as the rectum. But it never seems to hurt them when I do it, possibly because they have no control over what's happening.

Cuts both ways though, doesn't it? I'm tired of tops who expect every bottom to be a skinny twink straight out of a helix scene. It's so demoralising to get ignored or blocked because you're not the perfect twink, often they're all for it once they've seen my hole, but as soon as I send other pictures they either go quiet or disappear. As a bi guy I have to say the gay hookup scene is VERY superficial and bitchy.

The Blindfold - Chapter III The next morning in the cab to the airport Jim admitted to me that he had ran into Will at the adult bookstore the day when Will had bought the 12” strap-on dildo and the eye-mask. He also let me know that Will practically begged him to fuck him, but settled on getting reamed by a dildo when he declined, not telling Will that he was POZ. He proposed that I get Will horned up and after blindfolding him, let Jim fuck him, with a condom, of course. I got hard just thinking about it. After landing, I called Will to tell him that I was looking forward to showing him how much I had missed him while away on business. He promised he would be ready to show me how happy he was to have me home as soon as I walked in the door. Jim agreed to follow me back to my condo and we could stop for condoms along the way. Jim waited in his car while I let myself in. Will kissed me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He pawed my clothes off as we made it up to the bedroom. I tied the mask over his eyes and went downstairs with the dildo, “to warm it up.” Jim let himself in as I reached the base of the stairs and started pulling off his clothes and bounded up the stairs. “In a hurry, are we?” Will asked as his hands shot out, searching for the 12” dildo. Instead, he found Jim's bare cock. “You gonna fuck me with that monster?” Jim grinned and I mumbled “Um hum...” Will bent over the edge of the bed with his ass up in the air, working his lubed fingers over his hole. The sight of my blindfolded boyfriend pleading to get fucked by this stud with a biohazard tattoo got me so hard. Jim unwrapped a condom and unrolled it. It only went halfway down his massive thick shaft. He climbed up on the bed and shoved the head of his wrapped dick in Will's eager ass. Will mumbled sounds of pleasure into the mattress. “More! I need more!” Jim obliged and gave him another four inches or so. “Give it to me! Fill my ass up!!!” Again, Jim drove forward. “Pound me. HARD!” Jim smiled at me as he went to pounding Will's ass. Will reached back as Jim pulled out almost to the tip. His hand met the condom and his face screwed up in disgust. “Why did you bag up the dildo? Part of the fantasy is taking it BARE!” With that he pulled at the base of the condom and ripped it off of Jim's dick. Jim didn't even pause for a split second before jamming his whole raw cock into Will's ass. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop, but that would having given the whole thing away. I didn't know if Will would be furious or in heaven. I got behind Jim and said breathlessly, “I'll pull out when I cum,” hoping that Jim would get the hint. Will shouted back, “Don't you fucking dare!!!! Cream that hole good!!!!” And that's exactly what Jim did. He seeded my boyfriend's ass full of poz cum. Will shot his own load all over the mattress and collapsed. Jim held up his hands whispering, “Shhhh...” He quickly left the bedroom and I heard him quietly sneaking down the stairs. Will pulled the mask off and saw me standing there with the 12” strap-on in my hands. “Did you finish,” he asked me? Just then I heard the front door open and close as Jim let himself out. Will leaned back and pulled his legs apart. He smirked, asking, “Want to pretend you're eating your cum out of my slutty ass?” I watched in horny horror as I saw Jim's POZ load start to drip out of Will's ass. Then, I dove in, and started lapping... Not to be continued...

The Blindfold - Part II I kept fucking the hell out of my boyfriend Will over the next few weeks. Every time we screwed around, I would strap the blindfold on him and then pound his ass hard with the 12” dong, always warmed up before putting it in. He would squirm and bounce on it with delight. I loved seeing the way that the big dong loosened up his hole in a way that my own 7” cock could never do. But, it hurt my feelings a bit that Will seemed only able to get off on the thought of someone else's monster cock filling his hole. At the office, I was assigned to partner with Jim on a big project culminating in a presentation in Miami. It went well and after a few weeks, we were on a plane to Florida. When we got to the hotel to check in, it turned out that there had been a booking mistake and we were going to have to share a room. We unpacked and I got the presentation ready while Jim took a shower. My jaw dropped when he came out of the bathroom, barely holding a hand towel around his waist. My eyes traveled down his furry muscled torso to his navel, around which was a biohazard tattoo. I knew enough to know what that meant. Jim saw me looking and smiled. He raised the towel up to dry off his hair revealing his HUGE dick. It must have been 10” soft, hanging pulled down by its own pendulous weight. Jim chuckled and said that if our presentation went well, he knew of a great way to celebrate. He shook his cock at me and laughed as he got dressed. I wished I had thought to snap a quick photo with my phone to send to Will! In short, the presentation did go well, and after a few congratulatory cocktails in the hotel bar, Jim convinced me to go with him to a male strip club. We watched the show, both sporting wood through our pants. He disappeared for a few minutes and I saw him slip the bouncer some cash. Jim came back to the table and told me to follow him. We went into a back room where one of the dancers was waiting, a smoking hot short guy in his mid-twenties with a buzz cut and a great body, wearing a jockstrap, boots, and socks. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist. I pushed him off gently saying that I had a boyfriend and was only here to watch. Jim pulled the dancer to him and had him sit down in his lap. The dancer ground his ass against Jim's crotch and reached around to unzip Jim's pants. His mega-cock sprung out glistening with precum. With Jim's shirt still on, the dancer hadn't seen his biohaz tat or surely would have not let that drooling dick so close to his bare hole. When the boy ran his hands up and down Jim's rod, he squealed with delight and raised up, teasing the head of his dick against his hole. Jim placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and pushed him down until he entered him. The boy moaned as he lowered himself on Jim's bare cock. I freed my own dick and fisted myself for a minute before shooting my load in my hand as Jim unloaded in the boy's ass. The boy lifted himself up and off Jim's dick. It must have taken him five seconds to free himself of that massive tool. He kissed Jim hard on the mouth saying, “Thank you!” We got a cab back to the hotel. When we were back in our room, Jim asked me if I liked watching. I told him it totally turned me on. He asked if I wanted to watch him fuck Will. I had to admit that the thought of watching my boyfriend take his POZ cock would be so forbidden but so hot, but that Will would never go for it. He said he might surprise us both, and besides, he would wear a condom if I wanted. It must have been the cocktails, but I said maybe we could work something out and fell asleep shortly after. I woke up in the middle of the night and jerked off in the bathroom thinking about how hot that really would be. To be continued...

PART ONE Jamie wasn’t in the habit of responding to Craigslist ads (way back when CL personals we’re still a thing) posted by guys offering to be “generous” but he was unexpectedly in need of funds. His graduate stipend seemed sufficient by most people’s standards, but living in Los Angeles was expensive and now he had to pay a large deductible to his car insurance company after getting side swiped on Mullholland. So the posting from two guys in town from Iowa for a convention was too good to pass up. He knew from experience that these married guys were easy dates; they were so starved for some man-on-man action that after some dirty talk about their daughters’ boyfriends the actual sex was over soon and they’d hustle him out the door, paying the $600 for the four hours even though they’d only been together for ninety minutes or so. At 23 years old, 5’10, 150# and mostly hairless, Jamie was lean and boyish, with an adequate set up in the front more than made up for by a high riding rear with surprisingly ample projection. In other words, he had a great ass! A recruited athlete in college, his physique had slackened some but he could still turn heads. Probably a 9 at home, he was only a 6 or 7 in LA but that was more than enough to get plenty of play and to turn a trick here and there when money got tight or he wanted to treat himself to a splurge. It helped, in that regard, that he had few limits and was usually more than willing to indulge the more unusual requests. But this sounded like a pretty vanilla scene. Both guys in their forties, married with kids his age, friends since they were in the same pledge class in college. They messed around with guys (fag boys the guy he emailed with called them) together back then and wanted to relive that experience. When the day came, Jamie got cleaned up and out and drove to a rundown motel near the marina. He had been there a few times and was surprised that it seemed mostly deserted. The small and shabby but mostly clean rooms were usually occupied by street walkers running a trap house, day laborers sleeping in shifts and homeless people who had earned enough panhandling to get a roof over their head for a night or two. That the place was nearly empty suggested that there had been a raid recently. Annoyingly, the only other apparently occupied room was the one right next to the end unit Curt and Todd had rented. Jamie walked in to a room that was brighter than expected. The guys had taken the shades off the lamps to get more light for the camcorder they had set up to record this indulgence of theirs. Introductions were made along with the usual small talk. Both guys were decent looking, with dad bods as expected but dad bods that had thickened from better than average starting points. Curt (his attitude as well as his name) was 6’1, probably 210ish, with blond hair turning to gray and the strong legs of the former soccer player he had told me he had been. Todd was built the way Jamie would look in twenty-five years, 5’10 and 180#, indifferent but not fat, with his brown hair cropped tight to hide a thinning pate. He was soft spoken and polite, inquiring about Jamie’s studies and life in LA. Curt, clearly in charge of the night’s festivities, handed Jamie an open beer bottle and a shot of rye. “Bottoms up buddy!” he said, pouring a second shot for the boy as soon as he has drained and chased the first, followed by a third. Then he sparked up a joint and passed it to Jamie, instructing him to take long, deep drags. The booze and the pot had the boy feeling good and he was gladdened that the night looked like it would be more fun than he had anticipated. Curt and Todd began stripping off and told Jamie to do the same. When he was naked except for the jockstrap he was told earlier to wear, Curt barked at him to leave it on. “We don’t want to see your dick, that’s not what we bought you for.” Todd sat down on the sofa with another joint while Curt fiddled with the camera saying to the boy “C’mon cocksucker, let’s see what you’ve got!” Jamie got down in his knees in front of Todd and started servicing him, licking and nibbling and sucking him to attention. Soon enough he was fully hard and the boy got to work in earnest. Curt pulled him away and presented his own stiff cock, pushing it firmly and steadily down Jamie’s throat. He began to gag but Curt kept his dick lodged in there before finally backing off, still leaving most of it in Jamie’s mouth. “Look up at me boy” he ordered, and Jamie looked up to see that he had started recording. He pulled out and told him to beg for it. “Please”, the boy said, “please give me your dick.” ”What are you?” Curt sneered. ”I’m a cocksucker” Jamie replied, and Curt rammed it down his throat again. He roughly facefucked the boy getting the whole thing on video. This was much more hardcore than Jamie liked and he was surprised that it was really turning him on, his cock hard and leaking in his jock. As Curt was abusing him, Todd dropped his nice guy persona, egging his friend on, calling Jamie a dirty slut, a cheap hooker, a perverted faggot, etc. Through the verbal abuse and sound of his own gagging, the boy thought he heard the sound of a door opening. He darted his eyes to the side to see that the front door was still shut with the chain on. Glancing the other way, he could see directly into the empty bathroom. Then he heard a third voice saying “So, how’s the whore? Everything you wanted it to be?” Startled, Jamie pushed Curt away and leapt to his feet, backing away towards the door. He was very light-headed and stumbled, attributing it to the pot and the oxygen deprivation from the throat reaming. Looking across the space, he could see two new, naked guys in the room and a third, also nude, through the open door to the adjoining, smoky room. “Hey guys” he said, smiling amiably and thinking fast, “this isn’t what we agreed on. I’m cool with a group scene, but we have to renegotiate terms and set some ground rules.” Curt closed the gap between them with a reasonable, “let’s be friends” look on his face, his cock still rock hard and glistening with throat slime. To Jamie’s shock, he gave the boy a swift punch to the stomach and the boy fell to the ground doubled over with the wind knocked out of him. Curt pulled him up by the hair as he gasped for breath. “Listen, there are five of us and one of you. Do you really think you can stop us from doing what we want? If you go along with it you’ll probably have fun. Bitches like you love the cock. Or you can fight back and still get dicked down. Your choice.” Jamie looked around and quickly assessed his predicament. Curt was right, he couldn’t take down five guys, especially as the spacey feeling in his head was getting worse. There must have been something in that beer or the joint, probably both. And the five of them were each hot to him in a daddy sort of way. But the decision was ultimately made by his own dick which was harder than it had ever been and was dripping so much precum that the pouch of the jock was sopping wet. ”So?” said Curt, “Are you going to be a good little fag boy?” Jamie nodded and replied “I’ll be a good little cocksucker”, licking his lips. Curt slapped him hard across the face and said “You’re going to do a lot more than that” and dragged him over to one of the new guys. The new guy, bigger and meaner looking than Curt and Todd, spat in Jamie’s face and said “Get to work slut.”

Tom; Since a few days, i started to chat online with an older bloke who did make a pass on me here on breedingzone. The guy was about 80 kilometers away to the south of the country. Oops where are my manners; first a bit about me : I am a shy guy, i am totally out as gay, but it does not mean that i go to gay parades to celebrate the fact that i am happy to be gay. I am a European guy, 6'tall, normal workingbody, dark blond hair, and a good sized dick oh yes for the number guys, i am 44. I like to make fun with my straight friends who know i am gay, but they do not give a toss about this, they just like my company and my jokes. And mostly i am the one they make jokes about. I hardly date with guys, since i still share a house with my ex-boyfriend, and another guy who lives with us. My sexlive is as good as not existing. So from time to time i use the regular dating apps to see if i can chat to somebody, in the hope i could meet them when my housefriends are on holiday, and i do what i like. without them making fun of it. The older bloke is called Pete and he is about 58 a big guy, daddy body about 6'20 and what i can tell from his pictures well endowned with a big fat daddy cock. After we did get in contact here, soon we started to chat on Telegram, in the beginnning it was small talk about normal things in live, situations of dating, holidays, and art. It did not take long and soon the conversations would end up on long sextalks. In the beginning he was curious about my past experiences. I did discuss with him first the sexuall abuse i had encoutered as a kid, and that it had troubled a bit my view on sex with men. Somehow already from a young age i felt that i was not good as everyone else. I was smart, well aware what was happening around me, but never had the feeling i did fit in with the rest of the crowd. At school bullies would pick on me, and calling me names, although i was looking like any other straigth kid. Pete must have felt that i was downgrading myself, when i told him that i had a lack of selfrespect, and mostly to scared to date, because of my past. Soon enough i was talking about my experiences on sex, who where very vanilla, to mostly sucking dicks and sometimes a safesex fuck with a guy. There was nothing i could say to him that would make him think i am some slut going from one bloke to another. I explained my situation with my expartner, and soon he said, "yeah not easy to date then". Pete was very friendly to me, and he seemed controlled, a bit dominant, or maybe an aura of a fathertype. When he started to explain his sexlive, it was totally the opposite of mine. He told me that he is a total sexpig, that he like to do chems, go full bare, does groupactions, filming, hardplay, everything you can think off when it comes to sex. Me being like a novice it was a bit an eyeopener, and not sure for my self what i should do with this knowledge. He was sending me pictures via telegram of all his debaucheries, him fucking guys in all poses, sometimes in a total jeans gear, sometimes a soldier, leatherdaddy and so on. His likes where definitly other then mine. Soon it was not avoidable that he asked me if i was up for a meeting. My friends where out for the month on holiday, so i had enough time to spare and to have some fun. The question is could i go that far that i would be able to keep up with the likes of Pete. He seemed to me a very demanding sexbeast ready to crash all my limits, which where a lot at that time, just because it was not really a scene guy. I did not answer right away, so i told him i would give it a thought, and that i would come back to him, by thursday for the upcoming weekend to meet. I told him once again that chems and bare where not my scene, and i that i would only have sex with condoms. He said sure no problem, you can come by and then we can see how far we go, you should not do anything you do not like, you are safe with me . Pete ; I was talking to this slut for weeks now online, he is a bit of a tease, very naive, and on the sexsite, very dumb. These are the kind of guys I like, i am kind to them in the beginning, and then i lure them in my web, and change their lives right from the beginning. Now ith is all sweet words, building confidence, beying Mr nice guy. Soon enough this cunt will get to know the real me, but then it is to late. Tom; Luckily i had to work everyday, so the days where passing very fast, wednesday night in bed it was difficult to fall a sleep, everything was going true my mind what to deceide. I did know it could be risky to meet Pete, but on the other site, my inner self was fighting to try new things. By thursday i made up my mind that i would go, but i would make it clear no chems and no bare fucking. I did drop Pete a line to tell him that i would come over friday evening, and i asked him if it was ok to stay over the night, given the distance to him. Soon everything was arranged. Pete; The little bitch did finally decide to make the right move and come down to me on friday. In the beginning it will be Mr Nice Host, and then bam! we are going to have some fun. Have to make sure that all is prepared when he arrives for his sleepover. I asked him to let me know when he would leave his home, and also make sure that he regular let me know where he is on the way to me. That way i can set things up with my buddies, and make sure they can have some fun to without allarming him. Have to make sure my dealer has the right gear for me on friday, and i am sure my buddies will bring their own party supplies. One of them is a smaller guy who has some nice musscles on him about 35, and he works for a tow-truck company, my other buddy is a young big guy from 29, he is slim and has a very kinky site, we both go sometimes with slaves no limits, and i really mean no limits, it can go very smelly afterwards. (writers note : ok guys let me know what you think - please be aware i am not a native english writer so keep this in mind, although i speak 5 languages)

1. Ownership Mr. McPherson’s dildos, a mix of flesh-colored and black, some clean, some not so clean, spread out all over the unmade bed. A few others were nestled in the leather sling, while several various sized butt plugs all stood upright like proud soldiers at attention on the nightstand. Jesse looked over the bedroom. It was part of his job, he reminded himself, to clean them. And he was happy to in exchange for Mr. McPherson and his associate, slash housemate, slash whatever he was to Mr. McPherson, Dante—who he'd yet to meet—given their downstairs studio at their secluded island compound. After flunking out of his junior college's Spring semester, he answered Mr. McPherson's ad that said there would be light housekeeping in exchange for room and board and a small stipend. It wasn’t till his second day on the island that Mr. McPherson informed him 'housekeeping' included washing up a large collection of sex toys. The other requirement, he learned after he’d settled into his room, was a 'uniform' he was to wear inside the compound—a pair of skimpy white shorts, sandals and nothing more. Surveying the room he found some of the toys were unbelievably huge, some anatomically impossible. How they could even be incorporated into the act of sex was mysterious, if not a little disturbing, given the destruction or distortion on the impacted asshole. Yet a part of him was a bit enticed to try one or two out at some point. The only sound of the compound was soft surf in the distance and the quiet vacuuming of the pool man outside. Right now might possibly be an opportune time to put his curiosity to the test. He walked around the room seeing if there was a small one he might try or one he might tease his hole with. Yes, he picked one up that seemed perfect. He laughed to himself he was Goldilocks, settling on one not too big but not too small. Suddenly he heard a flush and Mr. McPherson burst from the master bathroom, completely naked, and stumbled directly into him. Jesse, with a wet, rubbery ten inch dildo wobbling in his hands, took a step back to steady himself. He peered down gawking at his employer’s dick. Although the cock was flaccid, it dangled mightily mid-way down Mr. McPherson’s sinewy thighs. Apparently still high from the night before, it took Mr. McPherson a moment to place who Jesse was. Balancing one hand on Jesse’s thin, hairless chest, he focused, his dark knitted brows relaxed as he snapped his fingers, mouthing quietly to himself, “Jesse.” A bit of a hazy smile came to light in his twinkling blue eyes. “Yes, sir, Mr. McPherson,” Jesse responded. Mr. McPherson’s hand slowly ran over Jesse’s smooth, youthful chest, pausing on the boy’s right nipple and giving it a slight tug. Mr. McPherson shook his head, saying, "No-no-no. No mister, boy. ‘Sir’ is…adequate. That is when no one is around." Mr. McPherson looked theatrically left and right. "And no one, I see, is around.” Mr. McPherson grinned, displaying two rows of shark-like teeth. Aside from his intimidating smile (or maybe because of it) he appeared to Jesse to be the perfect Daddy type: a very fit late forties, early fifties, alpha male; a gym rat and probable partier; a Polo-clad rich guy, semi-retired. While cleaning Mr. McPherson’s downstairs office, nosing around on his computer, he clicked through screens of stocks, cryptocurrencies, and real estate properties the man owned. Judging by the photos on the bookcases and hanging on the walls, images of Mr. McPherson beaming next to ex-presidents, Arab sheiks, some vaguely familiar world leaders, and more than a few famous—always male—Hollywood celebrities, made it seem like this guy knew everyone important on the planet. During the interview, his habit of stroking his dark goatee and looking sideways at Jesse kept him a bit off-guard, but whatever hesitation he detected from Mr. McPherson regarding hiring him, Jesse tackled head-on with contagious enthusiasm that repeatedly brought out Mr. McPherson’s shark grin. The man charmed Jesse in return with his roguish manner throughout the interview. And when he impulsively hired him on the spot, the contract scanned to find his weekly salary and frantically signed before Mr. McPherson changed his mind, Jesse fisted the air crowing Yes!, issuing a devilish outburst from Mr. McPherson. That this handsome stranger with his rugged, noble looks, his silver mane of hair, his manicured nails, his shirt sleeves swollen by flexing biceps, had actually chosen him for employment, why he felt he’d won the lottery. Now, with Mr. McPherson naked before him, Jesse couldn’t believe his circumstance. He tried to be as casual as possible, as if this happened all the time. And as much as he managed to keep his tongue securely in his mouth, he couldn’t help but fixate on Mr. McPherson’s powerful chest, as smooth as his, but bronze with powerful pecs that sculpted perfectly to two fleshy nipples that—for fuck sake!—had two horseshoe piercings through them. Mr. McPherson sensed Jesse admiration. He rewarded him by swaying his hips so his dick swung hypnotically for Jesse’s benefit. The boy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the pendulum that cascaded under a generous patch of dark brown pubes. Pointing to the sizable dildo Jesse held, he asked, “You fancy that one, eh?” Jesse gave a quick, impish smirk. In a confidential whisper, Mr. McPherson boasted, “Mine's bigger.” Jesse blushed and looked around the room trying to focus on why he was there. “Uh, I finished your office, sir. I figured you were out, like, maybe you’d left the island, so I, uh, thought….” Jesse rambled rapidly, not sure why he was trying to pretend that Mr. McPherson wasn’t outright hitting on him. “Let’s sit,” Mr. McPherson said, pointing to two easy chairs in front of a picture window that looked out to the sea. “Let’s…get more familiar with each other, shall we? And I must sit because I am about to fall over. Rough night.” He patted a chair taking the large, fat dildo from Jesse and plopped it on a low table separating the chairs. “Interviews are such an impersonal way of knowing someone. And now that you’re here, in the flesh—and what flesh, I have to say—I should like to get to know you better.” “Yes, sir,” Jesse replied, easing into his chair. He tried to avoid looking at Mr. McPherson penis which had begun to rise half-mast. (A losing battle at best.) He felt a need to shift his own hardening cock in his shorts. He crossed a leg, trying to casually hide a bulge that was forming. “Are you satisfied with your quarters, Jesse?” Jesse nodded. “You’re directly beneath us. I hope we weren’t too noisy last night. Dante and I had our boys over. Very dirty boys, as you can see.” Mr. McPherson waved his hand over the room. “We do love our dirty boys—Dante and I—the dirtier the better.” He sat back in his chair, which only emphasized how rigid his pole had become. Nonchalantly, he began stroking it, his eyes fixated on Jesse. With a bit of a deer in the headlight glaze, Jesse fought to keep his eyes from dipping down. “Tell me: have you had anything this big fuck your arse?” He revealed once again his exceptionally wide grin. “Or this,” he asked, grabbing the dildo off the table and letting it flop back and forth next to his erection. “Or both,” he chortled, truly eating up Jesse’s arousal and awkwardness. The saying It ain’t bragging if it’s true popped into Jesse mind. Mr. McPherson wasn’t exaggerating: his cock easily topped the ten incher and was even thicker to boot. Jesse gulped and shook his head. “Nothing that big, Mr. Mc-….Sir.” He glanced anxiously out at wide expanse of the ocean, then darted his eyes quickly back to the man, trying to hide this strange mixture of unease and enticement. Mr. McPherson licked his lips continuing to study him. “You really are one of the most stunning boys I’ve met in a very long time, Jesse. Your parents, Irish and Italian, yes?” “Were, sir. But yes.” He’d related as much during his interview—his family situation, the difficult past year, his self-assurance about his future. “Dad was Sicilian, mom was from Cork. Like I said, they left me a little something. But now,” he exhaled a pfft, lifting his palm to indicate this house, this lifestyle. “I can’t ask for more than this.” “Such beautiful coloring,” Mr. McPherson said, not paying him heed. “You ran track in high school, yes?” Jesse affirmed this with a nod. “Like a fine race horse ready to be broken in. What delicious brown eyes," his employer said, leaning towards him. "Gorgeous chestnut hair, which, if you don’t mind me saying, would look great buzzed," he said, running his fingers along his scalp. "And such pale white skin," he cooed, running his knuckles across Jesse's peach fuzz cheek. He squinted. "I want to give you, Jesse, exactly what I think you want, things you deserve." The offer came across a little menacing if not domineering. It made Jesse’s heart beat a little faster. "Being a runner, you probably don’t smoke,” Mr. McPherson asked, pointing to a bowl on the table, picking it up and examining it. “Grass, sometimes,” Jesse answered, curiously meeting Mr. McPherson gaze. “I think you’d enjoy this. Our boys seem to, as so do I.” He lit the bowl, got smoke billowing inside, and passed it over. Jesse inhaled the swirling smoke and then quickly blew it out. “That’s it. But try keeping it in just like grass.” Jesse sucked the thin remaining wisps. Mr. McPherson leaned over and gave the pipe another blast of flame. With this hit a strange tingling began inside his brain, animating a sensation he hadn't felt before, an excited energy rather than the calming effect he usually felt with pot. Seeing the spark in Jesse's eye he was waiting for, Mr. McPherson lit the pipe a third time. With this stronger hit suspended in his lungs, Jesse noticed Mr. McPherson’s enormous hard-on—which he suddenly had no problem staring at now—had formed a bead atop the pee slit. A thought snuck up on him—from where or why Jesse didn’t know—but he wondered what that bead would taste like, if it was salty like when he tasted his own cum? Maybe it wasn’t pre-cum but maybe a bead of pee at the tip. He wondered what that would taste like. Traveling along these thoughts, his erection started making his shorts uncomfortably tight. Mr. McPherson noticed him squirm, stroked his pointed goatee, giving Jesse his sly sideways grin. "Time to slip those off, eh? Just us boys here,” he said, taking the pipe back and adding new contents from a baggie. He lit the pipe, drew a hit, then passed it to Jesse. “Try taking a deep hit this time. That’s it. And one more.” A coughing fit ensued, Mr. McPherson padding his back, which, as Jesse regained control, evolved into a slow, sensual caress of his back and shoulder. “Makes you feel good all over, am I right?” “Fuck, yeah, Mr. Mc-.” He stopped again and corrected himself. “Sir,” he coughed, attempting to clear his throat. He fell back into the chair observing how bright and colorful the room shined, how alive the printed birds on the chair's fabric seemed. He lifted his gazed out to the shimmering blue ocean. “I never felt nothing like this. Not even the best weed. Makes me kinda horny too. Like, shit, I feel like I could do anything.” “What you should do is drop trou, boy. Get comfortable like me,” Mr. McPherson suggested. Jesse gave the pipe to Mr. McPherson who set it on the table. He didn't understand why Mr. McPherson’s recommendation held such sway over him, but he felt a powerful need to indulge the man, had an urgent desire to get naked in front of him, lure him with his body. He eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his ankle, then kicked them off leaving him, for the moment, in his underwear with a big lump under the white cotton. Mr. McPherson gave his index finger a wiggle indicating the underwear should also come off. Jesse slipped his briefs off and his hard-on slapped against his tight abs, revealing a brown, wispy treasure trail that whorled down to a patch of darkly trimmed pubes. What wasn’t lost to Mr. McPherson’s eye, was out of the sparse nest of pubes, a long slim cock arose, topped by a large, perfectly formed, purple head, pierced by the small silver ring of a Prince Albert. “Yes please,” murmured Mr. McPherson. "You are full of delightful surprises, Jesse." He reached over and gave the P.A. the lightest of tugs. "I foresee larger and larger gauges in your future. A double-zero, I predict, by end of summer.” He leaned over and picked up Jesse's underwear, and discovered a brown skid mark running down the back of it. “And yet more surprises!” His eyes lit up and his shark teeth bared. “Good God! Forget the shorts. From now on, only these,” he waved the briefs, “These are to be the only thing you wear within the compound. Capisce?” He then took a deep inhalation of the skid mark. Without understanding why, Jesse felt even hornier. He only knew he like Mr. McPherson paying so much attention to something dirty about him, something he should have been ashamed about but right now wasn't. “Suc-cu-lent," Mr. McPherson purred, stretching out each syllable while sitting back taking in the young man’s scent. Content after his lasciviously savoring, Mr. McPherson’s smile waned. In a darker register than Jesse had heard, he intoned, "Up." Jesse felt the mood shift introduced by this new darker tone. He knew to obey the man; there was something he liked about following Mr. McPherson's orders. Mr. McPherson twirled his index finger, and Jesse slowly spun around for him. “I expected you'd have a speedo tan line like that. I’m going to enjoy devouring that ivory ass." There was no question of Jesse resisting Mr. McPherson when his voice dipped even lower and seductively announced, "You need to get in that sling immediately.” This desire to obey overwhelmed him. Jesse marched straight to the sling and took a brown crusted double-headed dildo and large horse dildo out of the sling, and put them on the nightstand next to the regiment of butt plugs. He settled back in the sling struggling to hook his feet in the hanging leg straps. Mr. McPherson took one of his feet, then the other, snapping each into padded ankle restraints. Secure in the sling, Jesse’s legs spread wide apart, his anus prominently exposed. He was simultaneously nervous and very excited. “First time in a sling, sir," he confessed, stretching thin arms back, clutching the metal chains above his head. Mr. McPherson surveyed his prize—the boy with his gold-speckled brown eyes, the anxious brow, sharp cheekbones that could cut diamonds, dimples of joy, his sculpted jawline, wisps of chestnut hair in his pits, ribs prominent and excitedly rising and falling in anticipation, the sun blazing through the window hitting the boy’s erection like a sundial’s gnomon casting a shadow over his public bone, his beautiful young balls hanging in their sack like red grapes ready to be plucked, and finally, the proud display of his puckering trophy, the central brown target framed by two magnificent orbs of perfect white flesh, pearly gates to ruination—all his to remold and defile. Mr. McPherson growled, “You like showing me your dirty pussy, don't you?” He stood between Jesse’s legs, his hard-on drooling pre-cum over Jesse’s torso. The boy smirked, sticking a finger in his navel where spooge had collected, and put the liquid to his mouth. Mr. McPherson sneered, then knelt between Jesse’s legs and drew in a deep inhalation between Jesse’s fleshy globes. Jesse felt the slightest touch on his sphincter from Mr. McPherson's pointed tongue. The tongue flattened out and gave Jesse's hole a broad lap. The tongue sharped to a nib, circling around the hole, then dove straight in, causing Jesse to inhale from sudden pleasure. “For fuck sake, boy.” Mr. McPherson snorted. “Don’t you wipe?” A wicked smile expanded over Jesse's face, as Mr. McPherson spread his cheeks digging deeper into his hole, and lapped at his smudge. The vulgar affinity he suddenly felt with this man triggered thoughts more vile than he’d ever allowed to surface. “No, sir. Never!" he snarled, "I love secretly having a dirty butt. You can do whatever you want with it, my shithole. I’ll stop wiping from now on if you want.” Mr. McPherson emerged between his legs, seeing the lad's eyes dark with lust, just the way he liked his boys. Jesse’s hands pulled his legs farther apart to give this man, this corrupting influencer, as much access to his bung hole as possible. "You want to fuck my nasty shit pussy?" he rasped hoarsely. The sleazy desperation from the young man caused the man to rise, lean over, and plant a sordid kiss on the boy’s mouth. He slithered his slime-coated tongue into the boy’s hungry mouth. Jesse instinctively understood the new taste, and didn’t seem to hesitate accepting it. Abruptly with the kiss, he understood this man would be his teacher, his mentor, ultimately, if not immediately, would be his master. He observed the man creep to his side, evaluate his suspended body like a predator examining a prey that had been caught in a lure. The man pull up along his ribs, took one thin arm and locked it in a leather restraint, then reach across his torso, his cock gliding over the hairless chest leaving a trail of slime as if a giant slug were oozing a malignant discharge over his boyish breasts, marking him as his, the drooling cock close enough for Jesse's tongue to reach. As Mr. McPherson leaned over, buckling the final appendage, Jesse touched his tongue to the salty piss slit and got his first taste of the man’s secretions. Securing the buckle, Mr. McPherson spoke in a deep rumble replying to the boy’s question, “Fuck your shit hole? Oh Jesse. I’m going to do so much more than fuck your shit hole." He placed a finger on the cleft of the boy’s chin, bid him to open his mouth. He bent over and released a long string of brown sludge into the boy, then, with the same finger closed his yap, sealed his mouth. Mr. McPherson rose and paused, observed that Jesse’s PA had some seepage leaking off it. "Pre-cum. A good indication of what you’re open to, boy." With his finger Mr. McPherson drew away a white thread, a slack web from slit to finger, and placed the trace of pre-cum on Jesse’s lip. Jesse drew the finger into his mouth and sucked. Mr. McPherson’s eyes glistened wolfishly. His lips drew back and teeth emerged with his preternatural smile. "Never be ashamed of being a vessel of another man’s waste," he advised the boy softly. "Nor of your own. If it feels right and you like it, that’s all you need to know." He placed his lips again on the boy. Jesse responded with tongue, and with passion. The predatory man circled round between the boy’s legs, lubing his cock as he approached. As his body brushed the inside of Jesse’s thigh, he grasped the boy’s pelvis and with his cock began to manipulate the boy’s hole against his rigid pole. "It comes out we like much the same thing, Jesse. That’s rare. Such a promising start. Who know how much I can show you?" Jesse nodded in eagerly. The man slipped a slick finger in boy’s hole, lubing all around, then start to bob just his wide head repeatedly against his hole. He didn’t penetrate too far, just enough to introduce the girth that would be demanded of him. "First thing, we need to break in this tight, very tight butt hole." Jesse moaned loudly as the tip assuredly popped inside. "Push against me, boy," he encourage. As Jesse flared his ass open wanting Mr. McPherson inside him, he strained against the girth he was required to accept. The man rocked his cock in and out without complete removal, repeatedly pitching forward and back, until he saw signs of growing desire in Jesse's half-glazed eyes. He paused after inserting a few inches, feeling Jesse rectum clutching tightly on his member. He pulled out an inch then gave Jesse half an inch more of his shaft. Jesse rode him expertly for a while, wanting his penetration more with each new thrust. Mr. McPherson gently fucked him, taking him to a depth that might have been the deepest he’d ever asked of his ass. Probing further still to see what the boy could tolerate, now with each centimeter gained Mr. McPherson seemed to cause Jesse torment. But with slow determination he detected Jesse’s pain could be turned to pleasure. With a good portion of his member penetrating the boy, he felt a constricted second sphincter muscle blocking him from going deeper. He ground his hips, pushing hard against the boy's inner sphincter, feeling it starting to give way. He could see in the boy's alarmed eyes he was hitting a spot new to him. He leaned beyond Jesse and reached to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle. He uncapped it, put it under Jesse's right nostril and, with a finger, closed his other. "Inhale," he instructed. "Take a deep hit." Jesse obeyed, and Mr. McPherson felt his second sphincter loosen just a bit. He switched nostrils and had the boy hit the bottle again. He pushed hard and felt the clutching sphincter spread as he gyrated, pushing his enormous shaft deep into the aroused boy. Just when he was almost through the obstruction, the boy’s body erupted spasmodically. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Jesse wailed. “Wait. Shit, fuck, Mr. McPherson. No, I can't take it." His body clenched, trying to expel the attacking phallus. "Yes you can,” he said, ignoring the pleas, giving the boy another hit of poppers. “Want it. Want me in that place you’re feeling right now. Trying shitting me out. Push hard. Clench!” He felt the boy’s rigid entrails clamp down, then flare, and slowly allowed, millimeter by millimeter, him to gain access. Astonishingly, all at once he slid in two full inches. He experience incredible pleasurable in this deep penetration. He thrust in past the constriction which erotically clutched his engorged head. He realized Jesse, beneath him, head back, cheered him on, stuttering yes-yes-yes, surrendering to more of his shaft as it pushed onward into the boy. Jesse face, which had been grimacing in discomfort, his body understood how helpless it was to resist, and relaxed, succumbing to the corrupting power of having his guts flayed internally. An inner cavern had been breached, a sensation so rich in pleasure he wondered where it had been hiding. He begged to be fucked harder, fucked deeper. Mr. McPherson rocked steadily enjoying the boy’s offering him his body. “You like this? You like someone in you so deep you're a whore for more?” Jesse nodded enthusiastically, opening his mouth in awe of this feeling. “Yeah, yeah, right there,” Jesse stammered, taking protracted satisfaction in abdicating his body entirely to the impulses of this master. “And we've still got further to go," his master warned, grinding his hips round, stirring the boy’s innards this way and that, marking the boy flush red faced, watched his breathing synch with his, feeling the boy’s heartbeat throbbing in the tip his cock, sensing the boy’s rectum of fine strings being plucked apart as he journeyed deeper into the conquered territory. In the corner of the boy's eyes, tears welled, he gnawed his lip, gasps burbled at each new sensation his master caused. Then the man paused. Jesse focused his eyes quickly. In spite of being on the verge of pain, he still wanting more. He implored, "Breed me, master. Cum inside me.” He searched the man’s face, gave the man’s cock a squeeze with his inflamed entrails. “Why’d you stop, sir?" Mr. McPherson grabbed the poppers, took deep hits, and stood there for a good, long while. Waves of pleasure washed over him, feeling how good his cock felt buried in such a wet boy pussy. Then a trickle of urine began leaking into the boy's cavity. It took a moment for Jesse to recognize the unfamiliar sensation he felt in his body. "Oh, fuck. You're taking a leak in me?" "Like a racehorse, boy" Mr. McPherson panted, the trickle immediately turning into a geyser. This powerful blast shot into the boy, while an immense expression of relief spread across the man’s face. "God damnit! I've needed to piss for so long!” After turning on the spigot to full force, he turned his internal attention back to the boy. Gazing down on him, he said, “This’ll be extremely charged piss from last night, Jesse. Relish it. Not all boys are as lucky as you to get daddy enhanced piss with his first fuck." His eyes rolled back as his urine flowed in blessed relief. Holding onto the sling’s top bar, pushing his firehose of piss into the lad’s body, he allowed his bladder to explode. He squeezed his bladder muscles, enjoying how his cock toyed with the boy’s entrails, easing up then deluging his piss stream again, his cock plugged so deeply into this clutching pussy, that he couldn’t resist taunting the boy, "You like being my pisspot? You consent to be daddy’s toilet?" Surprised, yet not shocked, Jesse replied, "I love it, daddy. I want your piss, sir," he groaned with no hesitation, absorbing the flow of urine running into his deepest parts. He began rocking in the sling to take more of his master’s cock. The boy's loosening sphincter wasn’t getting lost on Mr. McPherson either. He felt Jesse accepting his manhood, possibly the remaining mass which was still a sizable amount but seemed like Jesse was in reach of taking it. Jesse continued to welcome the anaconda and his master's piss simultaneously. The intoxicating flow made him frenzied. He flared open his legs, eye crazed and widened, he confessed, blathering, "I want master’s piss day and night. I want master to come down to my room whenever he has to take a leak, stick his cock in me, let me be his urinal. I want to be his sewer.” "Yes, boy. That's correct. That’s what you want.” He felt his bladder almost drained. “You want to be daddy's special toilet." In a trance, he babbled on, “Make me your toilet slave, master.” He made whimpering begging noises, pushing his butt up to meet his master’s crotch. It wasn’t just the sensation that drove this fever. Even more: it was the combination of knowing what Mr. McPherson was doing, feeling it at the same time, and then giving him further access to his hole, flooding his colon with his huge pissing cock. The flood of piss overloaded all resistance, physical and mental, enflamed his guts, snaking through this intestines, splashing, pushing, causing him to continue to open up. As the charged piss absorbed into his system, it became a feedback loop that had no end. Deeper and deeper he fell into the ecstasy that ravaged his body. He wallowed in the understanding of how the pain of penetration blossomed into joy. He felt transformed into an insect caught in the most seductive spider web imaginable; a luxurious dream, absorbing him, siphoning his mind from his body, extracting reason from his mind, making him a slave only to this sensation. He gave up his body to this man in a distorted dream, barely aware of this surroundings, pulling on the soft wrist cuffs and grasping at the hard metal chains, spreading his legs wider, bucking up to take more of this god between his legs, this demon who could impale him however deep he wished, split him in two and cast his shell aside if he wanted. He felt blessed that this conqueror chose his hole to plunder. It felt so fucking good, pushing his butt, straining to take in every inch of this coiled python from this monstrous centaur. This was no longer a man fucking him but a beast devouring him. The man felt the boy's hole fully relent, greedily aching for more. Confined to the limits of the sling, trying to push his body against his to take more of his meat, the man was more than willing to accommodate and leaned all his weight into the boy’s hole. Done pissing he pulled almost all the way out, and then slammed back in. The hole was a slippery, wet mess that got him harder the deeper he probed. He found he was a breath away from having his balls pressed to the boy's smooth tailbone. Observing the boy's face cringe in some discomfort, he poppered the boy again. The boy of course would not resist him. After capping the bottle, he plunged his cock completely to his pubic bone, his wiry bush nestling under the boy's soft, hairless balls. Jesse's eyes bulged, startled, and came instantly. A thick rope of his white jism shot into the boy's face, trailing white cock-snot over an eye and down his cheek. He felt the colon spasm, clutching in desperate orgasms, in the identical rhythm he was fucking the deepest cavern of the boy, feeling his cockhead hitting a soft log in his deepest thrusts. From the boy's rhythmic clutching of his cock while cum spewed over his thin chest, the man climaxed too, releasing an ample amount of seed to knock the boy up. Sperm mixed with the urine, a slop so voluminous he could almost hear it slosh inside the boy's guts. In raptured orgasm, he bucked harder, finding sadistic pleasure in the boy's wails. He took the boy's cock and PA in hand and caused the boy tortured exhilaration as he jacked the wet, spent head. They rocked together, unable to stop the flow of passion between them. Sweat poured from his forehead, drenching the boy, running down his flanks. He felt they'd never return to earth. Cum continued to shoot as his hips violently rammed into the boy. Brutal anguish spread across the boy’s face. He begged in ecstatic pain to be fucked, his insides shredded by an engorged phallus, ravaged by the convulsion of orgasm—slave and master conjoined. But as time and gravity pulled them back to earth, Mr. McPherson’s fiery passion dimmed—not without a final few clenches, a murmur of muted cries—their fervor paled, ground to an eventual halt. Then, as the rigidity of his cock waned, a warm trickled ran down Mr. McPherson’s leg. Realizing what might happen, he instructed Jesse to hold it in. But with more wetness leaking out, his semi-rigid cock was spat out, and a spasmodic emptying of liquid could no longer be contained. Jesse spewed the content of his bowels all over the floor. On the bedroom’s white porcelain tiles several puddles formed. Luckily, thought Mr. McPherson, a new housekeeper was at hand. A half-conscious Jesse groaned in the sling. First, the man unlocked the boy’s arms, then his legs, helping his down to a sitting position. "Get your bearings, son. Don't get out yet," he advised. Jesse waited at the edge of the sling, his mind coming back to recognizable human form, his eyes focusing. His ass felt incredible and unbelievably satisfied. He realized he was leaking and tried to stop it from further running down his leg. But his ass, stretched so wide, pounded for so long, took issue with closing so soon. It was a fuck he'd never forget; his mind still running over its vague outlines, hardly comprehending it to the point he wasn’t even quite certain where he was. In his reverie, however, he heard Mr. McPherson speaking to him coolly as one would a servant. Finger’s snapped in front of him. "Jesse,” Mr. McPherson snapped again. “Jesse. On your knees. Time to do your job.” Still foggy but with a dawning sense of disbelief, Jesse looked at him to see if he was kidding. Mr. McPherson stood sternly, arms crossed. “You’re kidding, right,” he said. “Seriously? You want me to….” His wheedling trailed off. Mr. McPherson's eyes crinkled, an eyebrow raised. “But daddy?” Jesse tested how much sway he had left. Mr. McPherson pointed at Jesse and then a puddle. “But sir? Master?” Mr. McPherson unmoved, continued to point. Jesse slowly crumbled onto the white porcelain tiles, first to his knees, then hands, lastly lips met the floor. With the smallest of slurps, he started. And with the first sip he realized why Mr. McPherson was that successful shark: that he, Jesse, like so many others, should have studied the contract more closely; that it wasn’t about some pitiful stipend, or room and board offered by this wealthy man, but about property, about the transfer of ownership. A person could be bought in many ways; his price was chump change. Downing the first swallow of piss and cum—one last glance up at Mr. McPherson’s brooding ocean-blue eyes—he got to work in earnest, slurping and licking up the mess that moments before had occupied his body.

So after a brief pause in writing fictional stories, I couldn't resist. I've learned my lesson on being more careful in content! Hopefully you enjoy this story. I grew up in a small Midwestern town of 600. People there knew something that happened to you before you knew about it! One thing they never knew was the relationship my dad and I had. As a young child, I was a heavy set guy. I had no interest in girls, neither did they to me. Sports weren't my thing. Sure I played little league, but it wasn't uncommon for me to skip practice to watch Sonny and Cher. In fact little league likely piqued my interest in guys. At that point in my life, I really didn't know what gay was. Apparently I was a slow learner. One of the team members however was mature beyond his age, and was my first "gay " experience. I didn't think it was really gay, just a curiosity. Jacking together. Skinny dipping. Finding our dads magazines and reading the penthouse forums to each other. And yes, admiring the female form. One thing we never did then was have actual sex. What did happen finally started in our Senior year, one hot May day after a playoff game. He invited me to his house and once there, suggested we skinny dip in his pool. We were both hot and sweaty, so why not? His mom was out of town, and his step dad at work. We stripped poolside, and I was in awe with his 8 inch cock. I was your average 6, but he was mean and lean. Before we jumped into the pool, he sniffed his jock, and asked me if I wanted to sniff it? Sure why not. It had an odd odor to it, not just sweat. He later told me he Jack's and shoots his load into it, usually after practice. I asked him if he would do that for me before getting into pool. He said yes, as long as I did the same. We each got on a lounge chair and started jacking our cocks. I came really quickly into my jock, and before he finished, we heard a car door slam, and jumped into the pool. It was his step-dad coming home. I'm pretty sure his dad saw us jumping into the pool naked, but he simply said cooling off after practice boys? We said yes, but my friend said yes Sir. I couldn't help that his dad grabbed his crotch as he said that. Fortunately his dad went back into the house and my friend and I got out of the pool, and sniffed my cummy jock. He then had me sniff it, and said he'd return the favor when his step dad wasn't around. TO BE CONTINUED!

1st Story on here so hope you lads enjoys. Was chatting to this English lad who lived in Dublin. I was in Belfast but told I can travel up only takes about hour. We were both about 25 at the time so up I went one afternoon found his house easily and knocked on door he opened it Naked took he in and almost straight away took out Glass pipe I never really had done any hard drugs but a couple shotguns and I was up for anything asked me if I would fuck raw which I always love doing then asked if I would do him live on Internet Cam4 of course been so high I was game had him on bed and only lasted about 5 mins before breeding him then held up his legs and rimmed my load out of his ass and feed it to him then we started to suck each other could feel him hold my head and seconds later I felt him start to fill my mouth with his chem piss within seconds I was hooked lots more to come

Bottoms are constantly complaining they're not getting enough cock .... well, maybe if you dropped the size queen fetish you might. I have a nice thick cock that fucks really good and never disappoints and big balls that shoot a real good load but a lot of bottoms say "sorry, I never connect with anyone less than 14 inches". or their ads say "HUGE cocks only'. Listen boys, step outta the porn film and into real life and you might be laid more often. End of rant.

Perhaps, to some extent. But the US is generally a poor performer on world history topics in general, not just on gay issues. Huge numbers of people in the US think that WWII started with Pearl Harbor, for instance, ignoring that by December 1941 France had been in Nazi hands for a year and a half. It's also relevant, though, that WWII largely killed that nascent gay identity in Berlin and drove what was left of it underground for decades. It's not like Berlin remained a liberal cultural beacon after the Nazis took power, and divided Berlin after the war was a pretty conservative place on both sides of the wall. What Stonewall was, in effect, the birthplace of the gay rights movement that actually "stuck". There have been reverses along the way, but things have never retreated, especially in large cities, so fully as things did in Berlin. (And for the record: quite a few other cities had a fairly out gay culture in the 1920's, including in the US. Berlin was certainly one of the biggest and brightest stars on that horizon, but it wasn't an island unto itself.)

Most guys think it’s really hot when I tell them I have her permission to take as much cock and cum in my holes as I can get.

I love how he slowly gets tricked into accepting the dick and then the load. So exciting!

Voted faggot because I do suck any cock. But faggots come in all shapes and sizes. I'm a masculine cock sucking faggot.

I have 3-4 regular FWB's that are married. In one case, she knows when he comes over to fuck and she has even joined us a couple of times to watch me fuck him in front of her. She like to degrade and cuck him while he takes my cock. Now and then, she will ask me to fuck her in front of him so he can lick my cock while I slowly plow her pussy. And she makes him eat it all up when I cum inside. They both love the role play and I'm not complainin' either! The other 2 guys are split - one is a top and the other is a bottom. Luckily for me the top guy has a big uncut cock and knows how to really take his time working my ass over before seeding me deep. He always cums at least twice, now and then three times. He says he loves my ass muscle control and the way I work his cock while he fucks me. Apparently she won't let him even eat her ass, let alone fuck it. He totally loves eating my ass before he fucks me. Really does a great job and we have never used lube... he does that good of a job. A real ass fan. The bottom guy has a very small cock and makes up for it with a hot mouth, throat and a very talented ass. His wife is a bit of a wildcat and loves it rough. Many times we will have dinner, a hot tub and then I will take turns fucking both of them in the ass. She makes sure that he knows I am railin' on her ass and always makes him clean up. I always fuck them both raw and they are both cum junkies. Lots of snowballing. Fourth guy? His wife has lost total interest in sex completely. He is more of a top, but I have slowly been working his hole with my tongue and fingers and have started to massage his prostate. He cannot get over how great it feels. Last month, I was eating his cock, balls and asshole while he laid back in the sling. He was totally getting into the fingers massaging his prostate and didn't say a work when I started to work my cock into his hole. It took him a minute to realize what was going on, and he just smiled and laid back and let me fuck him slowly for a while. I asked where he wanted my cum? He said "This time... all over my face. Next time... deep inside my hole". Then we switched places and he blew two loads back-to-back. Never even stopped after the first cum... just kept fucking. Said the prostate massaging and thought of a load of cum had him VERY horny. It was a good solid fuck and there was cum flying everywhere by the end of his second load. And so, I am fortunate. Four out of four love to fuck raw. Two of the four have the permission of their wives to take my loads. They know I'm on PrEP and tested regularly. They are definitely friends with benefits.

It is specifically this idea that gets me the horniest. 🥵🐷🥵🐷🥵🐷 ==> Being only a hole for the stallions pleasure 🍆💦🍆💦🍆💦🍆💦🍆💦 🕳️... Being used 😈🥵🐷, bred💦💦💦🕳️, fed cum 🤤, feeling the cum inside my ass 💦💦🍑, feeling the loads mixing inside💦🌀💦🌀💦🌀💦, loads oozing out of my ass down my thighs, counting the number of dicks and loads in my ass, being called names ... Does someone know the average numbers of dicks and loads? 🤔🤔 Would definitely try the Berlin Fickstutenmarkt in 2023... Maybe for my birthday 😜😜 How does it work for fisting FF? Mares are forced to accept?

Not all of them are cheating am bi married and she knows am here or on Grindr meeting guys and barebacking am poz also

This isn't anything new. Even in rural areas, the percentage of those guys who identify as "straight" but were still on the DL is very high, almost equal to those living in metropolitan areas. As I have gotten older, many of the guys I have hooked up with were formerly married to women, or have children from past relationships. I figured that was a "sign of the times" as many who were willing to talk about the subject said family pressure was the main reason they married and had children, not because they really wanted to. I moved from a more rural area to a metropolitan one, and I found that the percent was about the same. Also, if I met guys through say through the now defunct Craigslist, those guys were not the same as those who would post profiles on say adam4adam, or barebackrt. I would say the majority identified as bisexual or said they were straight, but wanted to have sex with a guy once in a while. I heard reasons like "My wife won't suck my dick" or "She won't do anal". When I lived in "the country" so to speak, the three guys who I saw on a regular basis were either married, previously married or were living with a woman. I used to think there was something wrong with me that I attracted guys that used to have sex only with women, but after talking to other guys I found that they too, were having sex with guys who identified as bisexual or wouldn't even go that far. I make it a point not to ask personal questions when I first meet someone. It's not my business, no one forced them to respond to my profiles or come over my place. But after a few years and seeing a personal twenty or thirty times, I felt a question here and there was fair game and those who continued to stop by eventually opened up and talked about their personal lives. After all, it's just sex, there is no emotional involvement, and no one owes anyone an explanation. But a little background info about how you ended up in my bed on multiple occasions made me more comfortable with them . In most instances, I answer their texts first.

Sorry you found straightforward advice unpleasant. We get questions like your original post pretty regularly, to the effect of “I can’t stop thinking about fucking bare, I don’t know what to do, I’m obsessed, but can’t actually do it”. The most direct answer is, in truth, and in order: yes you can, yes you do, no you’re not, and nothing’s stopping you but yourself. You asked a question; we answered it. Now you say, rather, that the answer wasn’t pleasant (a purely subjective decision on your part) and that your fantasy is being judged - that tells us that your question wasn’t actually a serious question, but an expression of a fantasy. That’s fine. You posted, however, in the sexual health forum, where we treat all questions as legitimate inquiry, and attempt to respond accordingly, in real-world terms, emphasizing the often gritty reality of the risks of bareback sexual practice. We do so because many of us have experienced that reality first-hand, and would like to spare you having to find out how unbelievably more shitty life can be that having to get a needle stick at the doctor’s office. A lot of us have lived some shit here, so we don’t mince words about what happens when life gets raw. I also despise needles, as it happens, and dislike having blood taken, but once you get HIV, you get to do it often, whether you like it or not. If advice to take the limited number of voluntary jabs needed to avoid the unlimited number of involuntary ones is “blunt”, then so be it.

When I was young and dumb I asked this older man who I would see to use them. 90% of the time he would have some issue. Either they didn't fit, too tight, would rip or tear, come off or whatever so I'd just ask to try and then give in and say do whatever you want. I bet he was just playing me but I was too naive to realize it.

I'm so very sorry to know about this loss you've suffered, Gingerguy. Loss like this is probably the most terrible to bear - suddenly the loved-one is simply gone, leaving us with a hole in our hearts. Of course you're wondering "where he is". The simple answer is, none of us know. Some of the more attuned folks believe that there's something after this life, but no one really knows what's next. religious traditions have been promising that they know where we go, and I don't believe they know anything more than the next guy. Most folks sense that this isn't the end - the journey continues in some way, I don't think there's anything wrong with talking to him at all. I lost my life-partner years ago, and I still talk to him, laugh with him, pretend he's around, as if he actually were. There's plenty of time to visit the grave. Remember that the only thing there, however, is the body he used to walk around in, and his essence/spirit/whatever is free of that body now. The physical place where what he doesn't need anymore isn't all that important - but keeping him close in your mind is. Even if you could take revenge on whoever did this, it sounds to me like you already know that won't bring him back, and retribution is for smaller minds than yours. Just try to celebrate his life, the time you had together, and take strength from his memory. It won't happen right away, but at some point it will - if you allow it. Best wishes ....

Well, it’s a fine point. The rectum in general is not full of sensory apparatus such that you could consider it an erogenous zone able to be directly stimulated, unlike the anus, which is very much so. The junction of the rectum and sigmoid colon, however, does seem to have some degree of sensory capacity in that it gets triggered to contract (to the involuntary degree it does) in the presence of solid matter coming from higher in the system. So it’s reasonable to assume that the same sensory impulses that engage when solid matter arrives from upstream would engage when solid matter is introduced the other way. By doing so in repeated or rhythmic fashion, I imagine some sense of pulsed nerve energy is generated. Whether that amounts to erogenous stimulation is another question. I can say, however, that two factors come into play when a Top of length is fucking me through the bend. First, if he isn’t passing through the second ring with each thrust, his thrusts cause pain. If they do, they don’t. Second, there’s a psychological point on my part where I feel the depth of penetration with minimum resistance, and feel a thrill that the Top has entered me both so deeply and effortlessly; the more he repeats the motion, the more exquisite that feeling becomes. So in this regard, I think that a Top doesn’t necessarily need to think in terms of directly fucking the second ring, but rather in terms of seeing it as the most desirable vector along which each of his his thrusts might travel for greatest effect.

JUST YESTERDAY, I was fucking my #1 main man, I hit that point where I can feel a ‘pop’. On him, it’s just before as deep as I can get. It may not be a controlable muscle, but it’s a ring, a transition, a narrowing of the g/i tract, a turn in the bend, or something I can definitely feel, in him and in many other men. But yesterday I was working that spot in him for sure. I was extra horny. My dick head swells up big and purple when I am super erect or about to cum. I could feel it stroking in and out of that tight place, that bend. He could feel in ‘popping’ in and out of that tight place, that ring. I think usually that place opens up and relaxes. I have to be fucking hard and deep to be there in him. (I like fucking hard and deep.) Yesterday though, it didn’t relax the same way, and we could feel it popping in and out. Which drove me wild. I came there - one of those cums where I start cumming but can’t stop stroking . . . making a wonderful frothy cummy mess. After I held him in my arms while he stroked himself off and I talked about how I loved beating up that spot inside him so he’d be more receptive to my babies. I feel that turn, that ring, that whatever on maybe half the guys I fuck. With many guys I’ll be fucking fucking fucking and push in that extra bit to hit that whatever it is. Their eyes go wide. HELL YES Gobsmacked. It may not be a ‘second ring’, but whatever it is, it exists!

To answer the general question here “do you take into consideration the race of an individual or those attending a group function before you make a decision to attend or not?” My answer is generally no. Race isn’t an issue for me whatsoever. I’ve hooked up with guys of all races- black, white, Hispanic, Asian, middle eastern, etc. I’ll say this though- there is a certain phenomenon where when I hook up with men of certain races, the role I take as either a top or a bottom tends to go one way or the other. I’m fully vers, so I’ll explain in detail. When I meet up with black men, I tend to lean more toward bottom, though I have topped black men a number of times. But that’s not a reflection of my own preference. In other words, I’m not one of those thirsty white guys you see simping for “BBC” nonstop. When I get hit up by black men, I’d say 80% of the time, they’re total tops and want to top me. And I’m totally cool with that. Some of the most amazing sessions I’ve had bottoming have been with black men. Then there’s another phenomenon and this is more pronounced. I would say just about 100% of the time that I get hit up by Asian men, they want me to top them. I don’t think I’ve ever been approached by an Asian guy who wanted to top me. And again- I’m totally cool with that. I’ve had many great sessions breeding Asian men. With Hispanic men, I’d say it’s 50/50 whether I top or bottom and with other white men, it’s more like 75/25 (I top 75% of the time and bottom 25% of the time). I call this all a phenomenon because I can’t explain why the roles tend to gravitate the way they do… they just do. But at the end of the day, as long as everyone’s cock and/or ass is happy, that’s all that matters right?

You can't choose what gets you sexually excited, and I can't pretend to be excited over a small dick.

Raymond tried to scream, but Nelson’s right hand clinched the boy’s throat. All that came out was a stifled mess of sounds. Raymond thrashed, but his position only allowed him to move upward and out, causing Nelson’s cock to remain firmly lodged in it is new home. Nelson was well aware of the pain he was causing but he had broken enough boys to know which ones could take the punishment and which ones could not. He was certain Raymond could take it. The pain was intense, but bearable; it was more due to shock than anything else. Realizing that his cunt was locked in place, he began to focus on his hole. He slammed his eyes shut and tried to think through the discomfort. “Open your fucking eyes,” Nelson said casually as if he were talking to a friend. Raymond opened his eyes and felt Nelson flex inside of him. Raymond bit his bottom lip and moaned. It was a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain. “I’m not going to start moving until you’re ready,” he said as he removed his hand from Raymond’s throat. He gently caressed Raymond’s face and carefully swept the hair from his forehead. “You want this. I know it,” this time running his hands over Raymond’s straining pecs. “I told you not to move your hands.” He remained perfectly still, other than using his strong hands to explore the tensed-up college stud on his dick. “You’re mine now. I need you to listen and obey.” He was speaking gently and calmly. He then brought two fingers to Raymond’s mouth and instinctively Raymond began to suck. “Good boy.” He then slowly began to withdraw his cock and the pain was revived. He stopped just as the thickest part was about to exit the hole and slowly re-entered the boy. Once again, pain and pleasure became blurred. He did his best to focus on the digits invading his mouth. Both his hands were wrapped around Nelson’s arm, bracing himself while also using the opportunity to feel the man’s muscled arm. Nelson bottomed out and flexed his cock a few times. Raymond moaned in pleasure. “Fuck yeah, buddy. This fuck stick is taking that hole to new limits.” He began to withdraw. Raymond felt his cunt lips gripping the exiting invader and he involuntarily clenched his hole. This time Nelson moaned in pleasure. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back and let the sensations take center stage. Below him he had a stud of a college boy impaled on his raw cock, he had his fingers in the boy’s mouth, fingers that he gladly and greedily sucked and his other hand gripped the boy’s toned shoulder. He felt Raymond clench once more as the thickest part of his dick slid out of the boy’s hole. Nelson was brought out of his mini daydream. “Fuck yeah, Sir. You’re so fucking big,” he moaned the words and went right back to slobbering on the man’s fingers. The boy was flying high. Nelson wanted him higher. With his cock head remaining inside the boy, Nelson reached down to grab his stash. As he reached to Raymond’s left to grab the pipe and effortlessly slid his cock back into Raymond, meeting only slight resistance as the thickest part disappeared once more. Raymond’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he clawed at Nelson’s arm in pleasure. Nelson carefully loaded the pipe as he flex his dick inside the boy 4 times. Each time Raymond yipped and moaned in pleasure. Nelson slide his cock back out as he reached over to grab the torch and slid right back in as he straightened himself as he began to melt the crystals. The pain was finally giving way to pleasure. Raymond watched as his owner readied the pipe. After a few moments it was ready and he carefully bent down to shotgun the contents of his mouth into the waiting boy below. Raymond gladly accepted but was disappointed that Nelson did not initiate a kiss. Seeing the disappointment in the kid’s eyes Nelson began heating the chamber and explained, “As much as you may be liking what is happening, don’t forget you are just a hole right now. What I am doing,” he stopped to take another large hit from the pipe, and once again leaned down to shotgun with the boy. As the smoke let him and entered Raymond, he continued. “What I am doing is trying to get you as fucked up as possible so you can fully embrace your role as my property. Keep holding it, slut.” A nod. Raymond and Nelson’s eyes remained locked for more than a few seconds then he gave the boy a slight nod, letting him know he could exhale. Nelson repeated the sequence 3 more times, not once sliding his cock in or out, but only flexing it every now and then to hear the boy’s moan. Nelson reached over to his left and placed the pipe in a waiting ashtray. This movement caused a few inches of his cock to exit the boy and again his hole clenched, trying to keep the monster in. “Fuck boy, you have no idea how good this feels,” Nelson closed his eyes and began a slow rhythm of pulling out a few inches and then gliding them back in. After the eighth stroke, Nelson bottomed out and began to grind his hips into the boy. He then reached out and grabbed both of Raymond’s ankles and began licking and nibbling the kid’s calve muscles. In and out his cock went, slow and steady he was being driven closer to the edge, especially when the kid flexed his hole. Remembering Thomas, Nelson thrust his pole deep into the kid’s guts and placed his legs around his own hips and leaned down. “Wrap your arms around me and hold on, we are going for a short ride.” Raymond complied and felt Nelson lift him off the couch and squeezed his muscled arms tighter around his owner as gravity began to take control. With each step the boy somehow seemed to impale himself further on the massive meat. Raymond was lost in the sensations but was quickly brought back to reality when he realized that Nelson’s apartment was bigger than he thought. Nelson carried the boy to a bedroom next to the bathroom. The door was a ajar and Nelson opened it further with Raymond’s body, pushing it open with his back. It was significantly dimmer in this bedroom. A border of LED lights ran across the baseboards of the room and were illuminated red. Nelson took a few steps and placed his stuffed property on a queen-sized bed that was pushed to the corner. The sheets were cool and were a welcomed relief to Raymond’s body, which he now realized was on fire. “Fuck yeah,” came a voice to Raymond’s right. It was Thomas, but he was strikingly different. Sitting on a black-swiveled chair, Thomas wore a black leather crossbow chest harness and accentuated his firm pecs. He sat, stroking an impressive uncut dick that looked to be 7 or 8 inches and a thickness that rivaled the one currently exploring Raymond’s hole. At the base of his dick was a thick steel cock ring that glistened. And to tie it all together, Thomas was a thick chain-link around his neck that had a small padlock that hung just above his pecs. Thomas stood and walked to the edge of the bed and stood next to Nelson as he slowly, and deliberately, moved his cock in and out of Raymond’s hole. Thomas began to stroke his own cock as the threw his right arm around Nelson and brought him in for a kiss. The kiss was aggressive and passionate and Raymond felt Nelson’s thrusts become more forceful. Raymond laid back and watched these two studs make out and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in this situation. Behind the two men, Raymond saw was a big screen television and a portable sling set up in the opposite corner of the bed. Raymond’s eyes lit up when he saw the sling. Despite his best efforts he had yet to experience sling sex and his mind began wondering to the possibilities of the night. Nelson broke the kiss and began chatting with Thomas but he kept his eyes locked on the boy beneath him. “This hole is just that, a hole. He’s here to be broken. I hope you brought you’re a game, Tommy boy.” Thomas stepped to the shelf just under the tv and that is when Raymond saw the assortment of belongings that he didn’t notice before: 3 dildos, each one thicker and longer than the next. Raymond guessed they were maybe 12, 13 and 14 inches, respectively. He also noticed the bong that he first smoked tina out of earlier in the afternoon, s small leather case that was zipped shut, a few bottles of lube and poppers, two small piles of leather, though he couldn’t not discern exactly what because they were all on top of each other and a laptop that was open that was streaming the porn currently on the television. “How fucked up is he?” Thomas asked. “Nowhere near where I want him to be.” He answered and shifted Raymond up further on the bed. Raymond relished the softness of the bed as Nelson then spread his legs like a wishbone and began thrusting harder, but at a still steady pace. Raymond stretched his arm out and let the pleasure overtake him. Gone were the memories of that initial, forceful entrance. Now that was replaced with a primal need that was being met with each thrust of the thick pole stretching him open. Sweat was dripping off Nelson as he picked up his pace. It was then, with his arms stretched out that Raymond discovered the restraints that were placed on the bed. He wasn’t sure what it was at first and turned his head to examine the leather strap. “Don’t worry, baby boy, those will be put to use soon enough,” said Thomas who then turned to one of the piles of leather on the shelf and removed a piece that couldn’t have been longer than 20 inches. As he approached Raymond, he realized what it was: A leather collar. Thomas climbed on the bed and grabbed a handful of Raymond hair, turned his head and began forcing his cock down the boy’s throat. Raymond was taken by surprise, but quickly did his best to accommodate the invasion. It wasn’t the best position, but the happily slurped, sucked and bobbed on Thomas member well enough to elicit a response from Thomas “Fuck yeah, this slut has no idea what’s about to happen to him. He then turned and winked at Raymond. As if acknowledging some secret signal, Raymond forcefully thrusted one more time before pulling completely out of the boy. Raymond felt empty, despite the cock probing his mouth. Seeing that Raymond was now off Nelson’s rod, he grabbed the boy by the shoulders and dragged him to the edge of the bed and pulled him enough that his head was now hanging off the edge. Thomas knelt down next to the boy’s head and Raymond thought he was coming in for a kiss, but was immediately rewarded with a firm slap to the face. “This faggot thinks I’m going to kiss him,” Thomas laughed, but there was an edge to his voice. The reached down and attached the collar and stood to find a lock to secure it in place. “Baby boy, I don’t make out with faggots. Open up, slut.” And he began working his uncut member down the boy’s throat causing him to gurgle. Raymond knew better than to try and struggle too much to cause a distraction, so he lay there, taking the abuse. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nelson approach Thomas, but it was him this time throwing an arm around the other and going in for a kiss. Raymond had no choice to watch as the two studs above him explored each other’s mouths while Thomas’ dick continued to make ground in Raymond’s throat. Though the drugs were still doing their work on the boy, Raymond had a realization as he was getting throat fucked: “I really am nothing but a hole to these guys,” he thought to himself as they continued to please each other. Raymond became jealous. He wanted what they had. They had a connection. So Raymond did the only thing he could think of to get their attention: he let go of any remaining inhibitions he had and began to work the cock with his throat, hoping to please these men enough to feel desired once again. “Oh shit! This fucking slut working my meat,” Thomas exclaimed, breaking the kiss. “Fuck yeah, faggot. Get my dick nice and wet.” “Let me get in there real quick so it can clean off my cock,” Nelson said as Thomas dislodged himself from the kid’s throat. Nelson was quick and placed his dick head at Raymond’s open mouth and slowly began to work it deeper and deeper with each thrust. He then reached down and rubbed the kid’s throat as his dick caused it to bulge. Raymond was thankful he cleaned out properly as he tasted the sex on this man’s dick. The assault went on for a few minutes, but the position was comfortable enough to allow a throat fucking without being too uncomfortable. Raymond was lost in the pleasure and feelings of being used that he didn’t realize that his hand was in the pouch of his jockstrap, fondling his soft cock. Nelson leaned forward, shoving his shaft fully into the boy’s throat and slapped the kid’s hand away. “Holes don’t get to use their dicks,” he said, keeping his cock firmly in place. Raymond couldn’t breathe, but he knew to remain calm. But as the seconds ticked by, his need for air and he began tapping his hand on the mattress to alert Nelson, but Nelson paid no mind. He withdrew his dick by just less than an inch and it gave Raymond hope. But Nelson knew exactly what he was doing and thrust back into the kid’s throat causing his eyes to bulge. He was running out of air and, on instinct, brought his hands up and just as his fingertips began to push Nelson’s hips away, he withdrew completely, pulled Raymond up by the collar and yelled into his face, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER! YOU JUST DON’T LEARN DO YOU!” Raymond was caught off guard. He gasped for air but his mind was racing. What else was he supposed to have done, he thought to himself. His eyes shifted to Thomas who was laughing and shook his head in disappointment. “You fucked up, kid,” was all he said as he grabbed bong and torch and sat down on the chair facing the bed. Nelson then pulled Raymond off the bed by the collar and dragged him to Thomas’ waiting cock. “You fucking suck that cock like your worthless life depends on it,” Nelson spat and punctuated it by shoving the kid with his right foot. He then walked toward the bedroom door and before leaving he turned to Thomas. “Make it hurt.” Thomas gave a comical salute and Nelson was out the door and disappeared down the hall. “Buckle up, sweetie,” he said down to Raymond before flicking the torch and filling the chamber with the familiar thick, white smoke.

Part 4 learning to be a good slut Brad started to wake up, he hoped everything was a dream and that he would wake up next to Angel in his bed. But this was no dream this was reality, he felt the wristbands around his wrists and he heard the metal chains as he moved his arms. He carefully opened his eyes, and a subdued light shone into the room. He only now really realized that everything was not a dream and what had happened had actually happened. He did have more room to move his arms, the chains had become longer. So he could reach with one hand to the other and so he could feel and try to loosen his bracelets or the chain. Both were secured with a lock he would never be able to get them off. He pulled away the blanket that was on him and looked at his naked body. He could see some of the stretch marks from the whipping he had received, he felt his back and there he felt the sensitive spots from where he had received the blows. He looked further down and saw that all his hair around his cock was gone. His limp cock and balls were shaved bald. This was not yesterday he thought what did that bastard do while I was asleep. He felt his ass and it too was shaved bald. His hand went further to his sphincter and it felt tight, smooth, supple as if a cream was smeared on it. He was hungry and thirsty, he wanted to call out but then he saw a tray next to the bed with a bowl of yogurt, granola, a piece of fruit and a bottle of opened fruit juice. He took the tray and placed it on his lap. What would he do, would he eat it or not. There were probably chems in the food and drink, he looked at it and hesitated. His stomach growled at the sight of all that food and he took a spoon. He added the granola to the yogurt and began to eat. The yogurt tasted a little sour but he didn't mind. In between he drank from the bottle of fruit juice which also had a somewhat special sour chemical taste but he drank it anyway. The bowl of muesli was also empty in no time and then he took the piece of fruit and ate it. He wanted to go to the toilet because he had to pee, but the chains were definitely not long enough to get to the toilet. He really had to pee urgently and he didn't want to pee in the bed, he would have to lie in his own piss and who knows for how long. He took the empty bottle of fruit juice and turned and stuck his dick in it and started to empty his bladder. It relieved him to be able to empty his bladder. The bottle colored dark orange and was just big enough for his morning piss and he placed it back on the tray and looked around the room. He had absolutely no sense of time because the room had no windows, there was no clock hanging and he didn't have a watch on himself either. He also did not know where he was, the room must certainly be soundproof because he heard nothing, no sound of a car or voices or ... . He pulled on the chain a few more times to see if he could get it off and suddenly he felt a strange feeling. He began to feel happy and an uncontrolled smile appeared on his face. He started twirling his tongue in his mouth and bit his lip a little. He wanted to be touched and began to stroke himself. Damn he thought there must have been something in the food but it was too late the chems had started to do their work. In the muesli was a ground tablet of xtc and in the fruit juice was of course a dose of G. His hands went to his nipples and he began to play with them because they were very sensitive. As he played his nipples with one hand his other hand went to his cock which remained limp even though he was horny and pulled on it. His ass started to itch, he closed his eyes and without realizing it he opened his legs and put his ass up to get there with his hand to reach it well he circled around his sphincter with his finger and began to moan lightly. He hesitated for a moment whether to stick his finger in his own ass but he liked it too much and stuck a finger in his pussy. Oh yeah that feels so good came out of his mouth and he pushed his finger as deep as he could, inserted another finger and started fingering himself. With his other hand he pulled on his balls and his cock which was still limp. He went on like that for a while until suddenly the door opened and the light got brighter. Well well well is our slut playing with herself, has he discovered that he is real bottom bitch. Brad's eyes opened and despite the G and X coursing through his body he was startled by Jack's voice and embarrassed by what he was doing. He pulled his fingers out of his ass, his eyes rotated in his eye sockets and said while moaning through the chems untie me and please let me go I don't want this. I'm not a bottom bitch. With what I see here I think you can't keep suppressing your true self said Jack. You are playing with yourself hey slut, no one is forcing you into this and you are enjoying it. Brad couldn't contain himself through the chems and was writhing on the bed with horniness. He needed to be touched and his hands were racing down his body. He looked across his chest and saw brown streaks. He couldn't immediately place it from where those brown streaks came but then he looked at his fingers and saw that shit was hanging from them. Now he was even more embarrassed. Jack shot out in laughter. Oh slut you are soiling yourself. It's time I taught you how to keep yourself clean. Jack who was remarkably sweet to Brad untied 1 arm and latched it onto Brad's back and did the same with the other hand. Brad who enjoyed every touch let out a moan. He was helped upright by Jack and was now standing next to the bed. He was shaky on his feet and sought support from the firm Jack. He couldn't keep his head steady and twisted with it, his mouth was open and he bit his lower lip. His tongue came out of his mouth slightly and drool began to form and run out. Look at you said Jack such a beautiful horny slut. Ready to be used but first we are going to get you ready. He took Brad's head firmly and stuck his tongue in Brad's mouth. Brad who was completely off the hook enjoyed the attention and started kissing Jack and also stuck his tongue in his mouth. There our former straight quarterback was kissing a potty-mouthed man. For the first time you could see some life in Brad's limp cock. Although Brad was not in control of his actions he realized somewhere deep inside that he was kissing a man and stopped kissing when he felt his flaccid cock spring up. This can't be happening he thought, surely I can't be aroused by this. Jack also broke off the kiss and escorted Brad to the bathroom and told him to empty his bowels. Brad who understood what he had to do but he struggled to do so while another man stood there watching. For a moment dear Jack changed back into the master of the night before and pulled Brad's hair. When I tell you to poop you do so understood. Brad was shocked and said yes sir and started emptying his bowels. Good girl said Jack and stroked back over the head of his toy. Then Brad had to stand up and Jack took hold of a hose and told Brad to flush so his pussy would be ready to be used. Brad who didn't know what flushing was stood looking at the hose and just nodded. This time I will do it for you said Jack next time make sure you are clean when I enter the room. Bend over he said and Brad bent over and Jack let the water flow through the hose and pushed the end of the hose into Brad's ass. Brad didn't know what was happening and tried to stand up and step forward to get the hose out of his ass. But Jack intervened and pushed him backwards and said you have to clean yourself slut. He pulled the hose out of his ass and told Brad back had to sit down on the toilet and let it all spill out. Brad was able to sit up just in time and all the water squirted out of his pussy. Brad could have crawled away from embarrassment but Jack said this was normal and helped him up and told him to do it again. Brad bent over again and they repeated this a few more times until the water that was out of Brad's ass was completely clean. Jack took a cloth and cleaned Brad up a bit. You are nothing with a dirty slut he said. Brad who was calming down again got a new surge of horniness over him and opened his mouth and sought Jack's mouth. Even though Brad was shocked by what he was doing he still kissed Jack with devotion. Jack answered the kiss and put his tongue back in Brad's mouth and when he broke off the kiss he took hold of Brad's head and said with you I will have a lot of fun. He knew he had loosened something in Brad, he knew something had already changed in the former stud. Jack had experience transforming straight studs and he knew he had to gain Brad's trust but still make him feel who was boss and further demolish Brad's wall. He pushed Brad to his knees and told him to lick his master's cock. Brad hesitated for a moment but carefully opened his mouth anyway. For Jack it wasn't going fast enough and pulled on his slut's hair and said this could be faster. Brad took Jack's glans in his mouth and began to lick it and now suck slut said Jack. Brad opened his mouth even more and Jack's now half hard cock slid deeper into his mouth. It amazed Brad that he didn't have to gag and have a hard time sucking cock, his entire mouth was filled with his master's stiffening cock. So little by little his thought pattern began to change. He was not yet sucking with abandon or because he liked nothing better but he was already sucking by himself and without being forced. Jack watched and was pleased with the progress he had already made. Yes slut suck your master's cock nicely. Indulge and worship my monster cock, if you do your best I will spoil your pussy later because you want nothing more slut. Jack took hold of Brad's head again and began to thrust into his slut's mouth, pushing his stiff cock so deep that he began to deepthroat Brad still couldn't handle this and began to gag. We will have to work on your gag reflex he said and he pulled his huge black cock out of Brad's mouth and throat. The drool was already running down the cheeks of Brad who was looking a bit dazed at what Jack was saying. He was trying to get his thoughts in order because of what he had just done but he didn't get time for this. Jack pulled him up and put him in the middle of the room and unhooked one of his arms and attached it to the chain that was still hanging from the ceiling the night before. He did the same with the other arm. Brad stood in the middle of the room and felt he had a better connection with Jack and asked what day they were and what time it was. Time is of no importance to you at this time Jack said. Brad had absolutely no idea of how long this had been going on, Jack had stepped in with them on Wednesday night for a threesome with his girlfriend and 2 days had gone by since then. Of which he had spent the last 24 hours sleeping. Jack stepped over to the wall where the chains were hanging and took a piece of rope, he took 1 of Brads legs and pulled his foot up and pulled his foot up to against the back of his buttock and began to use the piece of rope to tie the foot to the leg. Brad stood on 1 leg. The first wave of chems was starting to work out and Jack had stepped across the room and taken some items. He came back with what looked like some kind of taser. Brad got a ball put in his mouth and Jack Fastened the straps to the back of his head. The chains were tightened a bit so Brad could not stand on the flat of his foot, he was now almost standing on his toes. Brad looked around startled and suddenly saw himself in the mirror. This was the first time he had ever looked at the mirror and the humiliating image he saw of himself caused tears to well up. Now he really couldn't help himself, realizing whatever Jack was planning he would have to endure. Jack came and stood in front of him and without saying a word gave the first electric shock to his nipples. Brad squealed out. No no no stop this. Not that Jack could really understand what he was shouting the ball in his mouth made him unintelligible. Brad got another electric shock, he gave another scream and because he was only on one leg he had all the trouble to stay upright. He pulled heavily on the chains and continued to moan. The tears were now streaming down his face. Jack who still hadn't said a word pulled the foreskin away from Brad's flaccid cock and gave it a short burst of electricity. Brad groaned in pain. He felt his energy drain away with each power surge he received. Jack removed the ball and Brad was able to speak freely again and begged for it to stop. Please stop this, I can't take this. Please let me go I will be a good boy and not tell anyone. Jack did not listen and said in a loud voice who are you. I am Brad said Brad. Wrong said Jack and gave back a power slap on his balls. Again Jack asked Who are you? Brad called back without thinking Brad I am Brad. Wrong cried Jack you're not Brad anymore and he gave back a power surge. Brad screamed out. Again who are you. Brad tried to think fast and said after 5 seconds I am. Too late Jack shouted and gave back a power surge. Brad had all the trouble in the world to stay upright, the chains his arms were attached to kept him standing. Faster, who are you? Brad said as fast as he could I am a slut. Almost right Jack said and he gave another surge of electricity to Brad's glans. Last time and then I'll pat you in the stomach. Who are you. I'm your slut shouted Brad as fast as he could. Finally Jack called out. And ? he gave another power surge. I am your slut and I will do anything for you cried Brad but Please stop this I will do anything promised. Jack came back with the steam blast weapon against Brad's body but this time he didn't let off a shock with his other hand he took hold of the jaw and looked deep into Brad's eyes. I hope you understand what you just said, I will hold you to your promise. If you don't do what I say I can do much worse things to you and he moved his had onto Brad's scrotum and squeezed his balls. The pain was almost unbearable . Got it slut? Brad tried to swallow the pain and couldn't speak and nodded his head. Good boy and he kissed Brad full on the mouth and licked away some tears along his cheek. I love to see boy break down and lick up their tears remember this well slut. Tears will never help you with me because I kick at it. Jack put the power surge weapon away and untied Brad's foot so he could get back on both feet. He loosened the chains until Brad could bring his arms back next to his body and stepped back to the wall with the butt plugs. He also took the lube from the cabinet, Brads filled bottle of piss and a pill from the drawer. Mouth open slut Brad who was still scared opened his mouth immediately and Jack put the pill in his mouth and then pushed the bottle of piss into Brad's mouth. Drink slut he said and dare you to vomit. Jack poured a big gush of chem piss into Brad's mouth and he had all the trouble he needed to swallow the pill with the piss. He had it in but his stomach protested and he had to fight a gag reflex 3 more times to keep it all in. Jack ordered him to bend over and Brad did as he was told because he had no strength left to counter. Jack lubricated the plug with Tina lube and in 1 go pushed the plug into Brad's pussy. He moaned in pain. Then he untied Brad's arms and put them back on his back and Brad had to lie back on the bed. Brad again felt the burning sensation in ass and knew what was about to happen. Again he was secured to the bed with the chains. The Tv was set up and the sound turned up loud. The screen again showed a boy similar to Brad being fucked in a group session. The room filled with the sound of moans. Next to the bed was a speaker from which that soft voice from yesterday was speaking back to him that he was a slut, that he was addicted to sucking a cock and that he liked nothing better than to have a cock in his pussy. Jack told Brad to calm down for a moment and turned off the light and left the room. The burning sensation was gone and he was getting hot, this time not just from the booty bump he had gotten but from his own Chem piss he had drunk. His cunt was sucking the plug back in and his prostate was being massaged again. His thoughts started to run wild again and he could barely think straight. He looked at the boy on the screen and the blissful feeling he had made his hands go towards his own cock to play with himself. To his own surprise, his cock had not shriveled as it had been all along but stood proudly straight here. His mind began to work. Would he still be aroused by this, why was he getting an erection, there was no woman around just the images of men fucking a boy. His ass demanded attention and his one hand pulled on his cock and his other hand played with the plug. He began to moan from the pleasure the plug in his pussy was giving him. He wanted more he wanted his ass played with that it was filled. It didn't matter with what. Through the moans, the images on the screen and the soft voice in the background he began to fantasize, to fantasize about men fucking his ass, about penises he sucked . He began to moan and pull more firmly on his cock, he pulled the plug out of his ass and rammed it back in, the slight pain he got from pushing the plug back in gave him a lucid moment. Was this really happening. Was he really fantasizing about men fucking his ass. Surely this couldn't be happening. But the lucid moment was short lived and the chems took over again. What Brad didn't know was that the pill he had been given was a tablet of viagra and his pole would never have gotten stiff otherwise. The voice in the background caused his subconscious to be constantly triggered, the movie caused him to be forced to think about men, and the chems caused him to become a willing victim and easily accept anything that was presented to him. Although he pulled firmly on his stiff cock yet he could not cum and then after at least an hour Jack came back in. Jack came to stand next to Brad who was playing with himself and telling his fantasies out loud. The chems made sure he didn't realize he was telling everything out loud. I like hearing that Jack said , Brad who only now realized that Jack was standing next to him was startled and the realization came that Jack had heard what was happening to his head. Is the slut playing with herself. Who said you have the right to pull your cock. Do you get so horny from seeing what is happening on the screen slut do you want a cock in your ass too. Do you want to be used by all those men. I can arrange that he for you. Brad looked at Jack embarrassed and doubting this wasn't him, he wasn't into men and , and , and , and yes he did fantasize about a cock in his ass, and about being used like in the movie on the screen but he didn't admit that to Jack. Not yet.

This is not so different from my first time. I was fift.een and met this 47 yo online. A few days later I went to his house that was near my school. He said we would just kiss and have fun. 5 minutes later I had his cock down my throat. Then he put me on the bed, laying on my back, and he started rubbing his dick on my hole. I asked for a condom and he used one. But he broke the condom and I only realized it when I felt his cum inside me. I was really scared and never had sex with him again. Now I'm a chaser and I know I lost a huge opportunity. Now I'm 30 and I found him again, but he is in a serious relationship.

I dont find size as my criteria tbh. Some of the best fucks I've received have had hard dicks at 4 or 5 inches but they are assertive pin me down and fuck hard and fast. Also their cock is at the right place to feel the trobbing Pet peeve. If im saying I'm bottom only at the time and wearing a jock I don't get why pple feel my dick (normally soft dur to poppers and I'm a grower to the point pple normally want me to fuck them) and walk away. My dicks not important. My cleaned out neg hole is 😄

Nearly everybody likes a big Dick: that’s hardly news. But really, if you’re into barebacking (and I am), it’s really more about getting the cum or piss that the top produces into all my holes ASAP. If it were just about size, I could just buy a bunch of dildos.

He pulled my trousers open and down and fondled my balls. "Nice.. " he whispered, "Full of lovely spunk!" He had undone his belt as he squatted in front of me, and as he stood up he was naked with from the waist down. His cock was stiff below his sagging belly, but he wasn't interested in that. He turned round and showed me his wasted buttocks with the flesh sagging in wrinkles. He dug out some lube and smeared it over my cock., then reached back and guided it towards his hole. I gasped with shock and excitement as he pushed back and my cock slid deliciously into his perverted asshole. "Oh yeah!" He gasped. "Fuck me, dearie!" Despite feeling repulsed by his wasted body, I couldn't help thrusting in and out and gave myself up to the filthy act. Suddenly a light flickered in the stairwell. My heart lurched in fear, and then the heavy body of the ugly barman lurched into view with a torch in his hand. "Don't mind me, lads." He said. "Seen it all before. Got to check every couple of hours to make sure no druggies using the place." He came over and shone his torch on my belly. "Give us a look, then." The other man pulled himself slowly off my cock until it flopped out of his arsehole and glistened wetly in the torchlight. "Why don't you give it a go, Jim?" He grinned. "Don't mind if I do. Here hold this." He handed over the torch and loosened the belt below his heavy belly. I might as well have been a piece of meat the way they talked about me, and yet it excited me how matter of fact they could be about such filthy activities. He bared his fat, pimply backside which was pale in the reflected torchlight. "Got any lube, Bill?" The other man dug out the tube and handed it over. Jim squeezed a dollop onto a grimey forefinger then smeared it into the dark crease between his buttocks. He spread his cheeks and guided my cock into him. His hole was puffy and slack and flowered around my cock like silk as I slid up him. "Fuckin' hell!" He grunted. "You've got a nice cock, mate." He began moving back and forth on my dick as Bill shone the torch on the fat buttocks and watched me fuck him. "You can cum in him, if you want. He loves it when they spunk up him." "Yeah," Said the barman. "Shoot it! Give me your cum!" I was overwhelmed by the sheer degradation, sheer filthiness of what was happening to me, and with a sob of pleasure my cock swelled and throbbed and I felt myself spurting deep inside the man's rectum. He held still until I finished, then stood up. Spunk dripped from his hole and he dug out a dirty handkerchief and mopped it up. He pulled his trousers up said "Thanks, mate" and went up the stairs. The man called Bill ruffled my hair and gave me a kiss. "Come on, lets go up and get a drink."

Oh jeez. Here we go with the self-esteem psycho babble. If guys are using derogatory terms and descriptions, it's because that's what they get off on. If they were into being a "proud man" and shit, that's what they would be doing. I don't know why people can't just respect what others are into and leave it alone.

Dropped by an adult video store on my way home last night. Hit a booth, put on some bareback porn. Within 30 seconds of settling in, cock in hand, not one but two guys followed me in. The less attractive one (looked married to a woman) was rubbing his cock through his pants. The second guy was a hot bear probably in his mid 40s. nice and furry and a trimmed beard. I knelt down and the bear pulled out his cock. Not too long but really nice and thick with a good head. I sucked him hard in a matter of seconds, then looked up at him and asked if he liked to fuck. He said yeah, so I stood up, turned around and bent over. A little spit and that fat cock slid right in. Fuck yeah...a hot bear's raw dick in my hole with a third guy watching and learning how real men fuck. I worked that bare cock with my ass while he kept pounding my hole like a real pro. Before too long he started slamming his meat in me as deep as it would go and I could feel him tense. He was buried in me right to the hilt as I felt each spasm blasting another spurt of his load deep in my ass. After he finished, he held it in me a few seconds, then slowly slid out of me. I felt a trickle of his cum running from my hole down the crack of my ass. I turned around again to suck his cock clean, like I usually do, and enjoyed the combination of his cumload, his spit, both of our sweat and my ass on his cock. Fuck yeah, men fucking taste and smell GOOD! As he pulled up his shorts, he told me he'd been saving that load up for three days. It sure felt like it! It's these little spur-of-the-moment, unplanned scenes that make me so fucking glad I'm (a) a man, ( gay and © a barebacking, sleazy pig. How fucking hot is it to get fucked and bred in a porno booth in a vid store at a truck stop by a guy whose name you didn't even bother to ask? As I drove home, my ass crack still felt wet with his load, I thought about how lucky I was.

I wasn't going to go there. But I believe what I will write here will continue the discussion and help educate those who participate in this site. I think another thing that we need to be aware of is: what occurred for one person as a satisfying sexual experience at age 12, may have occurred as a rape to another person at age 12. My father abandoned our family when I was 6 years old, and started a new family. For 2 years, I was shipped 1020 miles back and forth between my mother and my father like an unwanted elderly aunt, because I was a difficult child, who was hard to communicate with partially due to a genius IQ, and partially due to the onset of abandonment issues. Until the end of the summer in which I turned 8, when my father drove me back to my mother's house, and told her this was the last time, because it was him (referring to me) or his new marriage. I don't know the official statistics for boys who are children of single mother homes, and more particularly the only male in a single mother's home. But it would not take much to convince me that over 90% of such boys were sexually abused at some point in their childhood, simply because there was no one who realized that the Child Molesters are more focused on their goal than the mother who is working, going to school at night, and constantly battling with the school district over the education of her extremely bright children. I was sexually molested and stalked from age 8 to age 10 by my early-20's next door neighbor (who had been perpetrating for about 5 years that, I know of, before we moved into the neighborhood and was finally caught and sent to jail when I was 10). I was physically and emotional abused from age 10 to age 12 by my mother's second husband. From age 12 to age 14, I was subjected to the cruelties of the 'rich kids' when I was the only student on scholarship in my class at a private school. The summer I turned 14, I had a 'nervous breakdown' and attempted suicide because I could not deal with the trauma and pain any more. After I survived the suicide attempt, my mother turned to the only man she thought she could trust with her precious son, his Scoutmaster of the previous 2 years. The last week of the summer, the Scoutmaster raped me in his home. As I have looked back on these events, all now 30+ years distant, I can't fathom how I, a mere child, was able to survive the constant incessant: 1) disrespect for me as a person and a human being; 2) violations of trust by almost every adult who should protected me and yet failed to; and 3) lack of a sense of home or safety, because I never was safe from the stalker, the 2nd husband, nor the cruel cat-calls, even in my own house. To be continued...