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When I got clean and sober 25 years ago I still hadn't figured out I was gay. Sure I'd occasionally wind up in a situation where I'd get or give a blow job and tried to get fucked some times but my ass was too tight and I didn't have the courage to tell my party friends what I liked to do in my alone time but I was smoking so much weed and drinking a lot so something had to change. besides I figured if I got cleaned up I could probably get a hot girlfriend. So a couple years later my finances are much better and I got finally got that hot slutty girlfriend I'd been looking for, for years and go figure I still wasn't sexually satisfied. I found the local gay chat line and started spending my evenings jacking to the stories of nasty local guys and learning what they were into (thankfully she and I were not living together). Then I found the hottest guy yet his on line name was Barebacker and my cock got rock hard every time I heard his voice. I felt so lucky that when he wasn't busy finding playmates he would exchange messages with me and tell me about his hot raw fuck buds. I was like a moth drawn to a flame and I had to speak with him every chance I got. I'm so happy that he had the patience to keep talking with and encouraging me to explore my desires. He showed up at my place with all my insecurities, but once he was in my place I couldn't resist and before long I was on my knees with his raw cock up my needy ass giving into the lust I'd been feeling for years. As he got close to shooting he asked where I wanted his load...I knew what I needed and said in me. He said good, but if I wanted his load I had to promise I would never play safe again. My lust was so overpowering that I made and have kept that solemn promise. The next day I broke it off with the girlfriend and began the journey of being a bareback faggot. This brings me to couple years ago. I'm still clean and sober and that phone chat line has closed down. It's too bad too because I'm very verbally stimulated and talking with a hot guy I can get seduced into almost anything. I'm sure my sex life would be much more advanced if I could talk with hot guys and get talked into piggy play please by them. Fortunately the internet has gotten much better and I found bredingzone. The chem conversion stories are the thing that really push all of my buttons. I appreciate the option to block those stories, but that is most definitely not the option I an going for. The stories have changed my attitude so much that it's pretty much only party guys I try to connect with on BBRT. Then I finally found the stud I've been looking for for years. He is poz and parties regularly, the nice thick cock on his profile is just a bonus. A bunch of years clean has made it hard for me to really give in to my desires so fortunately he showed tremendous patience and told me he loved corrupting good boys like me. Still our schedules just never seemed to mesh and the hook up I was so craving never seemed to work out. I'm so glad he is the man he is and he called me out of the blue late one Sunday and told me what a pig he knew I was and he was going to change my life. Calling a verbally stimulated bareback bottom like me and telling me that he was going to get me naked and blow clouds and my hard naked cock and I knew he had me. Tonight is the big night I know I shouldn't but I am headed to his place in a bit and I know a little smoke across my ass and knowing he has toxic sperm are going to get me to give in and give him my hole and my so to be formerly clean lungs. It's time to release the inner party pig!

As Bishop Jacob penetrated my cum filled high school linebacker hole, he graciously asked me, “Michael, will you accept your brothers in Christ in their deepest sin?” He was so kind. Seriously, he hadn’t even pushed the full head of his dick inside me before he asked. I mean, his big muscular body was right there in front of the weightlifting bench I sat on, kneeling. yeah, his mask was still on, which I have to say was super cool. I don’t know where his loincloth was, but that was okay. Bishop Jacob didn’t need to wear a loincloth with us. Like he said, we were son’s of Adam. So of course Bishop Jacob could share his sin with me. With my back against the long bench top, I pulled my thick legs up with my hands, exposing my young dirty hole. “Yes, Bishop. I will take all my brother’s sins,” Bishop Jacob smirked as his more than ample dick thrust up inside my young ass. “Penitent Michael, you are very robust and healthy.” he said with a kind smile. I felt a rush of warmth. This was Bishop Jacob! Man! He was so jacked, so muscular, such an impressive masculine specimen. He was telling ME that I was robust and healthy. Oh man, I was so lucky. I pulled my big legs up further so he could fuck me deeper. I was here to take his sin, and damn… he really had to give me all of it or I was not doing my my job. “Bishop Jacob, please let me take you.” I said eagerly as he thrust into me. “Penitent Michael, my sin is greater than you have seen before. Even greater than Elder Robert. Would you accept such sin? I would not burden you if you cannot bear the weight, “. Bishop Jacob breathed as he pushed into me with his full, heavy manhood. But I was 18, I was ready, I could take the mantle of what the church required. I know my burden was the full weight that Christ bore for mankind. “Yes!! yes!!! I will accept your sin, Bishop Jacob, as Penitent Brian has before me, I will take your burden, may you live relieved.” I cried out. I felt Bishoip Jacob thrust for ten seconds more. “Take it…take the sin. You are annointed in Christ.” He gasped thrusting deeply into me, and I felt a warm fullness. I opened my eyes and saw Brian smiling across from me. I felt so lucky that Bishop Jacob was anointing me personally with his holy fluid. I was interrupted in my holy reverence by his stupid jock commentary. “DUDE, Isn’t this the best!!!!???” Of course, he’d just got fucked by his dad, an elder, AFTER BISHOP JACOB’S HOLY SEED, but I wasn’t going to utter a single complaint. I had to smile too. “I’m annointed.” I said. “Me too! Bishop Jacob annointed me too!” Brian laughed. “Dude, we’re unstoppable!!!!!” Damn, Brian was just incredible. He was so amazing. I know when my team met his at state we would lose, but that was okay. As Brian’s dad put his robe back on I watched Brian reach back and stick a finger in his ass. “Oh man, Mike, I have so much seed inside me. Did you get a lot too?” He asked. I reached down and put a finger inside myself like Brian had done. I was sore down there, but I felt a warm, soupy slop about half a finger in. “Oh yeah.” I agreed, going a little deeper. “Wow. That’s so cool.” Atter the ceremony we were all brought back to the dark, candlelit room where we once again knelt in our jockstraps. I looked around and saw Danny Lopez, and the twins Tim and Frank Dexter. They were smiling, just like Brian and me. “You may not speak of this sacred ceremony to anyone outside of this room.” Bishop Jacob said. “If you are very fortunate, in one week, or two, the Holy Spirit will enter you. You must tell an Elder immediately when you feel it happening.” I prayed that the Holy Spirit would take me. I felt strong. ************ Two weeks later, neither Brian nor I had felt the Holy Spirit. I was so disappointed, because Danny Lopez got the Holy Spirit and Frank Dexter did too. Even now they were in the Temple Sanctum receiving the rites. I was over at Brian’s house commiserating with him about our bad luck. “Dude, what if we never get the Holy Spirit?” I asked him for the fifth time. He looked up from his homework with a scowl. “Mike, bro… just stop worrying about it.” He brushed his long wavy hair back from his face. “Maybe we’re not sinful enough.” I sighed. “Why should the Holy Spirit bother wasting its time on us?” He pointed one of his big fingers at me. “That’s bullshit.” He said in his deep voice. Brian would always utter profanities when he was frustrated. Not me though. Sure, I thought them, which was bad enough, but speaking them out loud was a whole different level. But Brian was way more confident than I was. “Of course we’re not sinful and you know Elder Peter said that is not the way. We are not to seek out sin, that when the Lord has need of us, sin will appear before us and only then can we help the sinners.” I should my head. “But that’s what I mean! All we do is go to school, come home, go to Temple. How are we supposed to take sin from the world if we never see any?” Now that made Brian raise his dark, perfect eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s a problem, isn’t it?” He raked his hair back again and shrugged. “Maybe we could go out and share the word with others, like the Missionaries do.” “But, we’re not supposed to until we become consecrated in the Temple.” I said. “We’re not Missionaries yet.” “Yeah, I know.” My big friend replied. “We gotta do something though, right?” I couldn’t argue with his logic. I just shrugged and nodded. “Meet me after practice tomorrow. Catch the bus to my school, and we’ll walk home. If the Lord provides, we have to listen, right?” He asked. Brian always knew how to work out a problem. I smiled, feeling better. “That’s right, Bri! Okay, let’s do it!” ***************** I was antsy and nervous during practice. I told my parents that I was meeting Brian after school and I’d be home for dinner at 7:00. As we walked through the neighborhood by Brian’s school, we knocked on doors. We didn’t get a single answer. “I guess no one is home from work yet.” I said as we walked up the sidewalk to the 13th house. That was okay. Like Brian said, if we were meant to serve He would show us. Brian rang the door bell and we stood side by side. I tried not to be nervous so I made sure my black tie and white shirt were in place. Brian and I had put on our best clothes to look like the Missionaries that we were trying to be. The door opened and a somewhat muscular man with short brown hair answered. “Oh hell no.” He said and slammed the door shut immediately. “Brian, did you see that?” I asked. “He was naked! And he had tattoos all over.” The man hadn’t worn a single stitch of clothing to answer the door. “Yeah, bro. He’s a sinner for sure. This is it, man. We have to try harder.” Brian said with confidence. He rang the doorbell again. The door jerked back open after a few seconds. The man stood there fully exposed in the open door, scowling. “I don’t have time for your bullshit.” He said. “I’m working. I don’t want to hear about God, or being saved, or the Kingdom of Heaven. Go bug someone else.” He started moving back to shut the door. Inspiration hit me. “We’re here to help. Put us to work.” I said, proud of my cleverness. “Really?” The man smirked, stopping. He leaned his elbow against the door jamb and crossed one ankle over the other. I couldn’t help but notice his penis was hard and wet. “What would you do?” Brian smiled. “Anything you need, really. We’re out in the community to serve.” The man’s smile widened. “Oh anything?” “Yes sir! We’re young and strong. We can do whatever you need us to do.” I replied, attempting to mimic Brian’s confidence. This is what it was all about, reaching the sinners, showing them a better way through our actions when words would not work. The man moved back from the doorway. “Then by all means, come in.” Brian moved first, and I followed. Oh man, this was it, and my stomach was doing flip flops. I knew Brian had to be just as nervous, but you would never be able to tell. We both outsized the man by a good bit, Brian with his huge shoulders at 6’4” and me only slightly smaller at 6’3”, so the man had to be just under 6 foot tall, and about 50 pounds lighter than our meaty 240+ pounds. The man looked to be about 30 years old, and handsome in the way some old men were. We followed the man down a hallway to one of the bedrooms which was very well lit with a few lights that were mounted on stands pointing at a small couch covered in fabric. “Why don’t you two have a seat.” He said, moving over behind a video camera. “Let’s just get some preliminary stuff out of the way. State your names, and your age.” “I’m Mike Robertson, and I just turned 18 two weeks ago.” I said, smiling. “I’m Brian Gallegos, and I just turned 18 three weeks ago.” Brian followed. “And what brings you here today?” The man asked. “We were out in the neighborhood to serve the community for God, sir.” Brian answered, sitting up with a proud forward thrust of his muscular chest. “Well that’s nice.” The man replied conversationally. “And how are you serving the community today?” “We’re here to help you with your work, sir.” I answered. “Yes you are. See, it’s just pure luck that my scheduled model chickened out today. I was going to do some solo content instead and that’s what you caught me in the middle of by knocking on my door. So today, you’ll be my models. Is that okay?” He asked. I looked at Brian. “Models?” He said, shocked. “You want us to be models?” “That’s right. My subscribers love to see pure, wholesome good looking young men like you.” I couldn’t believe our luck. Brian was definitely handsome enough to be a model, and I wasn’t ugly by any stretch. “Is that something you’re willing to do?” The man asked. “For legal purposes, I have to hear you agree explicitly.” “Yes!” Both Brian and I said in unison. “Excellent. Now, what do you two do for work?” He asked. “My viewers would like to get to know you a little bit. I have a feeling you’ll be very popular.” “We don’t have jobs.” Brian answered. “We’re still in school, and after we graduate we’ll get sent on our Mission.” “Are you excited about that?” The man asked. “Wait, still in school?” I nodded. “I go to West Campus High, and Brian goes to Reagan High. We play football, and with schoolwork that doesn’t leave a lot of time for a job.” “And you’re both 18 years old? I have to confirm that. Can you tell me your birthdates?” So Brian and I rattled off our birthdays. “What position do you boys play?” He asked. “We’re both linebackers.” Brian answered. “We play defense.” “Nice, I bet you’re really good. You definitely have the size. Why don’t you stand up and do a flex pose.” the man said as his hand went down to stroke his large penis. I could understand, he was a sinner, that’s what sinners do, they touch themselves. Brian and I stood up, and did a double bicep pose, side by side, which of course pulled our shirts up out of our belted waistbands. “How about you take off your shirts, so we can see who’s bigger?” This was what modeling was all about. I grinned at Brian who seemed just as eager. We took off our shirts and ties and laid them carefully on our bags. “Now, same pose, and smile.” We smiled as the man moved to another camera and the flash went off. “Excellent. You two are naturals. Very photogenic. Usually models need makeup and a lot of coaching. It’s nice to work with two young men that are natural professionals.” My heart sped up and I looked over to Brian. “This could be our big break, Bri!” I said. Brian’s smile fell. “Don’t be prideful Mike. Besides, that’s not why we’re here. If it happens, that’s what the Lord wills. But don’t lose our purpose. We’re here to help this sinner.” He said all of this in a whisper. “Okay, turn to face each other, same pose. Get closer. Closer. Get right up in each other’s face, like two MMA fighters.” The man prompted. Brian was right, he always was. I know what the man was asking for, we’d seen the face-offs they did just after the weigh-ins. I moved forward and leaned against Brian, touching my nose to his, our lips just a half inch apart, staring into his eyes with a serious intent. “Mike, move your elbow out a little, so we can see your faces…yes, like that, perfect. Hold it there.” Brian and I breathed into each others’ face while the man snapped more pictures. “Okay, relax.” He said, moving back over to the video camera. “It’s too bad you don’t have your sports gear.” He said, looking down at the screen. “All I have is my jock and socks in my bag, have to wash them.” I said. “Yeah, me too.” Brian said. “How about we get some shots of that then? I think you’re both more the sports model type.” That made sense. Brian thought so too because he reached down to unzip his bag while I did the same. We stood up with our jocks and looked around. “It’s okay to change here.” The man said, obviously understanding our unspoken question. “there’ll be a lot of footage today that we can’t use, that’s what casting interviews are for.” Brian and I quickly took off our shoes, socks, pants and underwear and started to put on our jocks. “Let’s put your socks on first.” The man directed. “Actually, Mike, why don’t you dress Brian.” So I knelt down on one knee in front of Brian and he handed me his socks. “Brian, shift your weight to your left leg, hip out. Hold your jock in your left hand. I need a grin while you look down at Mike. Flex the muscles on your left leg. Mike, start putting Brian’s sock on and then look up at his face. That’s perfect! You’re doing great. Arch your back a little, a little more…there.” This modeling stuff was really easy. I didn’t even mind Brian’s junk right in my face. That wouldn’t have been professional. I could feel the cold air breezing over my sin hole, and I hoped it being exposed like that wouldn’t ruin the shot. I’m sure the camera could see right up inside my guts. “Now shift over to your right leg, Brian, and place your left foot on Mike’s leg, like you’re a Roman conqueror.” That made Brian’s grin widen. “Brian, can you put your hand under Mike’s chin, like you’re lifting his face up to look at you? Yes, good, hold that pose.” “I’m going to get a close up. Mike, open your lips just slightly while you look at Brian. He’s your hero, okay? He’s proven he’s stronger, and you are completely enthralled.” This guy was good, he knew how to make what would probably be just a stupid picture into true art. So, even though Brian’s penis was an inch from my mouth, I did my best. I made sure to lick my lips a bit so they weren’t dry while I put on my best face of adoration to my hero. That wasn’t hard to do, Brian was absolutely amazing. “Perfect, wow, you two … I’ve never worked with better models.” The man said. “You’ve take a classic pose from a Master like Michaelangelo and made it even better!” “Okay finish getting dressed, then we’ll do some bodybuilding poses.” Brian and I quickly threw on our jocks, and made sure our football socks were pulled up over our calves. After ten minutes of various poses in our jockstraps, some of them with Brian and I play wrestling, the man told us to sit back down on the couch. He should probably get a new couch, there were all sorts of stains on it. “Oh, Brian, I dropped a pen behind the couch there this morning, could you get it for me?” The man asked. “Yeah, sure.” Brian answered immediately, then he turned around and knelt on the couch to climb up and reach over the back. I stopped myself from laughing. His legs were spread out and there was his smooth, hairless sin hole pointing right at everyone. “Just mooning the whole world.” I snickered. The man laughed. “Well, go ahead and moon the whole world too, might as well.” He said. I laughed and mirrored Brian’s position, making sure my cheeks were spread wide open like his. “Why don’t you give Brian a smack on the ass?” The man said. So I did. I looked over at him and grinned. He laughed and smacked me back. “Good, sit back down. Did you find the pen, Brian?” He asked. “It must have rolled under. I couldn’t see it.” Brian said. “I’ll have to get another one. Okay, any questions you want to ask?” The naked man asked. I raised my hand. “Go ahead, Mike.” “You have a lot of tattoos. Did they hurt?” I asked. “Some of them. Most don’t though, it depends on what part of the body.” He answered. I decided to just go ahead. “The one that goes down your stomach to your penis. Did that one hurt?” “The scorpion? Yeah, that one hurt a little. It’s very sensitive down there.” He answered. I liked his honesty. I’d never get a tattoo, they were forbidden. Marking yourself was sinful. “Why a scorpion?” Brian chimed in. The man hesitated. “This tattoo is something you get when you join a very special brotherhood. It’s not for everyone. It symbolizes how the scorpion injects its prey with venom.” That sounded very cultish and sinful. So I just said it. “That sounds cultish and sinful.” The man smiled. “Oh yeah, it’s VERY cultish and sinful.” Brian looked at me and I knew just what he was thinking. “Are you part of that brotherhood?” He asked the man. The man came out from behind the video camera. “Answers require payment. For this answer, you have to touch the scorpion. Both of you.” He walked over beside us and stood there looking down. Brian reached out first and ran his hand down the man’s stomach, then onto his penis, which was a good 8 inches long. He as always more daring than I was. After Brian was done, I reached out. I was surprised that the tattoo wasn’t rough, it felt just like regular skin. I don’t know why I had always thought tattoos would be like tree bark. I slowly felt my way down until my hand covered his now hard penis. But my hands were big enough, of course, at my size, and I could wrap my fist entirely around its girth. I looked up at him to see him smiling. He had nice muscles even if they were all covered with tattoos. “It feels normal.” I said, continuing to run my hand over the entire tattoo from his shaft up to his navel. “I could tell you the secret, but you have to pay first.” He said. I looked over at Brian, who nodded with a serious look. I looked back up. “Okay.” I said. He looked indecisive. “Have either of you had sex before?” I shook my head. Brian spoke up. “No, we are saving ourselves for marriage, for our wives.” “Well, the payment for the secret might be difficult for you. Each of you must take my penis in your mouth all the way down. The scorpion’s tail has to be fully covered by your lips. Can you do that? You don’t have to, and I won’t force you.” “Mike, we have to. This is the sin we were sent here to take.” Brian said from behind me. “It’s not wrong if the Lord sent us here.” Again, I couldn’t argue with Brian’s logic. And if we did it together we’d be helping each other, as well as this sinner. I nodded up to the man. “Okay, you first. You have to let it into your throat.” he grasped my chin in his hand and signaled for me to open up my mouth. I did and felt his warm, thick member push inside. He got about halfway and I gagged, but he held me there. “Easy. Easy. Relax. Relax your jaw.” I had a couple tears rolling down my face from gagging, but I knew I could do this. I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed forward. I was thankful that the man shaved his private parts so I didn’t have to bury my face in his pubes. “Almost there.” He said pulling my head forward. I felt my the tightness in my throat give and the last few inches sunk in all the way as he pressed his abdomen firmly against my nose. I chukked suddenly and pulled off, my thick saliva dripping over my chin. “You did really good. I think you’re right, you were sent here for this purpose. How else could you do something that difficult?” The main praised. I tried not to feel proud, but it did feel like everything about today was meant to happen, and it was not difficult at all, even the casting photo shoot was easy. “Now your turn, big Brian. Remember, both of you have to complete this task, or I can’t tell you the secret.” “I wasn’t going to chicken out.” Brian said. “If Mike can do it, I can.” And Brian put his money where his mouth was..or I guess it was the other way around. Hah. It sure was something watching that pretty big penis stretch out Brian’s lips as it slid in. Brian hadn’t even wiped my spit off of it, so I guess that helped. Brian didn’t gag at all, and the man’s penis sunk all the way to his testicles, looking like a snake crawling inside a hole. And because Brian was a show off, he winked at me and pulled off then went back down a couple more times, all the way from tip to root. He finished with a noisy slurp and a grin. “Told ya, I’m better than you at almost everything.” Yeah, Brian was always right. But I wasn’t jealous, it was true. It was one of the reasons I looked up to him. He got offered a scholarship at A&M a week before I was offered mine. He had more tackles, more sacks, more interceptions, more yards. He was a beast on the field, and off. If I made an A he made an A+. The man looked at Brian with a curious smile. “Well, a promise is a promise. Like the scorpion, I have a venom I inject. Have you heard the story of the Frog and the Scorpion trying to cross the river?” I shook my head. “Well, one day a scorpion was walking around, looking for prey. He was very hungry, and he came to a river. Well, scorpions don’t swim, and he knew he would drown, but there wasn’t anything for him to eat on this side. He had to get across. He noticed a frog sitting in the mud nearby and said ‘Mr Frog, will you take me across the river?’ And the frog said ‘No, you’ll sting me and I’ll become your prey.’ The scorpion shook his head emphatically and said ‘no, I wouldn’t do that. I promise. I just need to get across, then you can go on your way.’ The frog thought about it, and said ‘okay, but please don’t sting me.’ And he let the scorpion climb up on his back and they set out across the river. They had gone halfway when the frog felt a burning stick into his back. ‘Why did you sting me?’ The frog cried. ‘Now I will die and you will drown.’ The scorpion just shrugged and said ‘I know, but it’s my nature.’ And the river carried them both away.” I looked across the man’s still hard and wet penis at Brian, who was looking strangely at the scorpion tattoo. Of course he figured it out before I did. “Your dick is the scorpion’s stinger?” He asked. The man reached out and stroked Brian’s long hair. “Yes, that’s the secret. My cum is a poison that I give to others, especially little frogs like you two. It’s my nature.” Brian looked at me and I saw it in his eyes before he said it. “We are pure, and if that’s what you want, we can take this sin from you.” It felt right, just like the night of our manhood ceremony. “We are supposed to take the sin of the world, from sinners like you so that you can get rid of it and be pure too.” I agreed. The man shook his head. “Is that what you think will happen? I’m not on meds, and have a pretty high viral load. You want my dirty poz cum inside you?” Brian nodded. He always set such a good example for all the rest of us, never shying away from the more difficult tasks, the first to step up. “Say yes, you want my dirty poz cum in your tight jock boy ass.” The man said aggressively. “Yes sir, I want your dirty poz cum in my tight jock boy ass.” Brian repeated with a glazed look in his eyes. Oh man, my best friend was going to do the Lord’s work with everything he had. If this didn’t bring the Holy Spirit to him, I don’t know what would. I saw a bead of clear liquid drop from the slit in the head of the man’s penis when it jumped at Brian’s words. “Mike, why don’t you grab the video camera?” he said. “Brian, lay back on the couch and pull your legs up.” I went to get the camera off it’s tripod and came over to them. By the time I came back over, Brian was leaned back and had his hands hooked behind his knees with his legs spread. His jockstrap pouch seemed to be straining to hold back his big testicles and large penis. Brian had a penis like his dad, super thick and kinda long. “Okay Mike, focus on Brian’s face first, then slowly bring the camera down to his ass.” This was definitely a sin. Wow, we were right in the middle of it, right where we needed to be to do our God given task. “This was a good call, buddy.” I encouraged Brian. “I’m so glad I let you talk me into this.” I saw Brian nod in the viewfinder. “Like I said Mike, you and me, we make a great team.” I pulled in tight on Brian’s dirty hole, where sin went, and where it left. He was hairless and smooth, and his hole was super tight. “Looking good, Bri.” I said. “Good thing I showered after practice.” He joked. “I didn’t know my ass was going to be the star of the show.” I laughed. Then the man moved up between Brian’s cheeks and rubbed his penis up and down Brian’s meaty, muscly crack, leaving behind a slimy trail of the fluid coming from the tip. The man stroked his penis once with tight fingers, forcing more of the liquid out of the tip which he rubbed directly onto Brian’s sin hole. “Man, he’s covering your sin hole with his poison, Bri. Do you feel anything yet?” I asked. “Nothing yet. It might take a bit.” Brian answered calmly. “That’s right, I’m going to fuck your tight little jock hole full of my poison seed, Brian. That’s what you want me to do, right?” “Yes sir. I need it. Give me as much as you can.” Brian’s manly, deep voice sounded so sure and definite. It didn’t sound so sure and definite when the man’s thick penis forced its way into my best friend. He grunted in a not so manly way. “Does it hurt, Bri?” I asked. “Fuck! Fuck yes it hurts!” He growled out through clenched teeth. “It feels like he’s ripping me apart.” “I might be.” The man said in a calm voice. “Do you want me to stop?” “No! Keep going.” Brian managed, trying to catch his breath. “Oooooooohhh, UNGH!” I couldn’t believe Brian was taking the man’s entire penis, but there it was on camera, sliding up my best friend’s stretched hole until you couldn’t see any part of the scorpion’s tail. The man began thrusting slowly, pulling all the way out and shoving it back in again, making Brian whine and moan in pain. “Nice. That feels so nice. Do you like how it feels, Brian?” The man asked. “Ungh, no, it’s awful.” Brian writhed, his head arching back with every deep ramming thrust. “Yeah? But it’s what you wanted, right?” “Yes, yes it’s what I want.” “So you like it when it hurts?” “No. I wish it didn’t, but I can take it.” “Good boy. It shouldn’t hurt so much pretty soon. It usually only hurts at first. Let me slow down.” And the tattooed man went slower, and not as deep every time. Soon, Brian wasn’t grunting with pain, and instead was just moaning a little bit as the man pushed up inside him. “Oh, man, it’s so deep.” he said. “It feels so huge.” “Your hole is so tight, Brian. Such a nice, tight, smooth straight boy jock hole. Do you like girls, Brian?” He asked. It seemed like a weird question. “Yeah. Mmmm. I like girls.” “Do you jack off to girls? Fantasize about them?” Brian’s body had relaxed, and I had pulled the focus out so I could get the man, Brian’s ass, and his body in the shot. Brian’s big meaty pecs were bouncing with each of the man’s deep thrusts. “I don’t touch myself, but I think about girls all the time. I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.” Brian answered in a breathy, moaning voice. He sounded so different from the Brian I knew. “You’ve never jacked off?” “No, that would be sinful.” Brian said. “Only when I’m married, and my wife will take care of that need.” “Such a good boy.” The man said. “Well, I’m going to give the good boy his reward. Do you want me to cum inside you, Brian? I need to share my dirty seed with you.” Brian nodded, that fervent glazed look in his eyes. “Yes, yes pump your dirty seed inside me, sir. Don’t stop until you’ve shot all of it.” And I watched the man’s thrusts get faster as he prepared to let his poison semen flow up inside my friend. “Ungh, Mike, focus down on Brian’s ass, quick. I’m gonna cum.” And I did as he asked, making sure to get everything nice and centered just before the man pulled his penis out and a thick glob of white semen spat out onto Brian’s hole, then the man pushed his penis back inside all the way and stroked it in and out. I just knew Brian was pulling out all the dirty sin this man had in thick ropes of heavy poison seed, taking it into himself to purify it. Finally, after almost a minute the man stopped moving. “Okay Mike, stay right there, I’m going to pull out, and we’ll see how much I put in there.” I managed to nod while keeping the camera still. He slowly withdrew his still swollen penis until just the head remained, then it slipped out. Just behind it, Brian’s hole released a small river of the man’s seed, but then Brian clenched down and stopped the flow. The man took the camera from me. “Mike, go sit by Brian. Brian, keep your legs up like that.” So I sat in close to my best friend. He gave me a grin. “I did it, bro.” His handsome face said with a smile. I smiled back. “Mike, some of my cum fell out, could you reach down there and try to get as much of it back inside Brian as you can? He wanted all of it.” That was true. And Brian smiled. So I bent over his spread legs and looked down. By now I was a pro at knowing not to block the camera. So I reached down to the small pool of seed on the couch cushion and tried to scoop it up, getting most of it on my fingers. I brought it to Brian’s hole and tried to gently push it inside. “It’s okay Bro, it doesn’t hurt anymore. You can go in more.” Brian said. So I forced my two fingers into him and twisted them around. Then I pulled them back out and rubbed up the underside of his crack until I had another scoop and I pushed that in. Brian’s hole seemed to stay open a little as I did it, and I could see down inside him. He was pink inside, and deep, but I definitely saw a nice pool of dirty seed down there. “There’s a lot in there Brian.” I told him. He took his hands off his knees, but didn’t lower his legs. He reached up and raked his long hair back, flexing his muscles as he did it. “Reach down in there bro, see if you can get it to go deeper.” he said. I looked up at the man, who nodded. I pushed my two biggest fingers into my best friend and tried to work the seed in deeper, making my bro moan while he flexed his muscles. “Aw man, that actually feels good. It was all achey and sore, but that’s nice, bro.” “I got you, man.” I told him with a smile as I worked. After about 30 seconds, the man said “Okay, wow, you both did an incredible job today. Thanks for coming by.” I noticed the tattooed man had thrown on some baggy shorts and a tank top while I was taking care of Brian’s aches. I guess we were done. I looked at my watch, and it was only 5:15. Brian and I both got dressed again in our school clothes this time, not our church clothes. We wouldn’t be going to any more houses today. Brian turned to the man and held out his hand. “Thank you sir, for letting us share with you today. You’ve done a good thing for your soul.” Brian was always the one who knew the right thing to say. I was just gonna say ‘bye’. “Well, if you want to stop by tomorrow, I might have some friends who need you to help them. Would you want to do that?” The man asked. Brian looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Sir, that would be awesome!” he said. “We can be here at the same time. We’d love to minister to your friends.” As we were walking out the door and down the sidewalk Brian smacked me on the back. “Dude, that was amazing. I felt like I was doing the Lord’s work. This might be my calling.” I smiled. “You think so?” I asked. We just started. I had to admit though, I loved the modeling stuff. “Hey, what do you think he meant by ‘paws’. His ‘dirty paws seed’?” I asked. “No, Mike. Wow, that’s what you thought he was saying.” Brian broke out in a full laugh. “That’s hilarious. No man, his pa’s dirty seed. He’s like us. He probably had a ceremony just like we did, where we took my dad’s seed. His dirty Pa’s cum. Hey, you think his dad knows our dads?” Brian mused. Yeah, Brian was right, always right. I felt even better then. We hadn’t even done anything wrong because the man had probably been in our church at one time. Of course, the tattoos meant he had left, but we could still bring him back Into the fold.

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.

One of my regular married FWB's just left. He and I try and get together once a week or so.... we both love ass play and today was no different. I have a Fort Troff Rim Chair that is amazing (and adjustable) for rimming a hole. Today, I sucked his cock for a while and played with his hole with only spit!! Worked two fingers inside and took my time massaging his prostate with two fingers. He immediately starts generating more pre-cum. After a little while, I put this curved prostate massager into his ass and set it to a nice stroking buzz and I sat on the chair. He was trying to 'ride' that massager in/out of his asshole, while giving me an excellent tongue lashing. He is an amazing rimmer and he had my hole open and throbbing in nothing flat. He knows that I can take it rough, so he makes sure to literally 'suck' on the rim of entire hole....and pulls his head back a little while sucking... to stretch. It is an amazing feeling and it always makes my cock drip while he does his tongue and lip action... I was slow stroking him the entire time. He is uncut and his skin stretches nicely over his head and I love teasing his foreskin while he teases my hole. He told me he wanted to stroke a load off all over my face... but first, he wanted to fuck a little. That suited me just fine and I got on the corner of the bed on my back. He took his time. Really teased my hole with his cock head. Not too deep. Just stretching it some more... and talking dirty the entire time. He finally had enough and told me to 'open up' and just slid his dick right inside in one slow push... right to his balls. Then he got his balance perfect and just started pumping nice long slow strokes in/out while pulling on my cock with his left hand. After a while, he locked eyes with me and pulled his cock out... and it spewed a good 4-5 loads of PRE-cum all over my lower belly, my cock, my balls and then he pushed it back inside my hole. He said he changed his mind and wanted a half/half mix. LOL. He just stayed hard and kept fucking me... really starting to pound now and bottoming out on each push. We love to fuck HARD. He told me he was going to cum and rammed it deep and gave me a second load right away. Freaking awesome!!! He churned it up a little bit and I could feel it leaking out the sides. He said he hadn't shot a load in 5 days and was horny as fuck. I had the proof all over me and leaking from me.... the last thing he did was slide three fingers into my hole and stroked my prostate as I started to cum... from my cock AND from inside my ass... that was what he wanted to see...

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.

My most recent exploration of power exchange/surrender of control with my mentor has had me craving more. I love that feeling of helplessness and the thrill that it adds. We also finally met face to face, and I learned that he's much older than me - in his 60s, which was a huge turn on for me. We had more discussions about power exchange, and we are definitely trending towards a total power exchange type situation, but agreed that we would take things slowly and one step at a time. He was also really proud of me for going to the bathhouse and getting loaded up there. We'll be going together at some point. Some of the new rules that we established included me never being allowed to wear clothes while in my master's home. I also need to ask my master's permission in order to cum, with the exception of cumming hands free (e.g. while being fucked without touching myself) - we talked about chastity but will revisit this later. I am to service my master and anyone else he sees fit to whore me out to. He also got me a collection of toys - when I am not taking loads, I am to practice stretching out my hole. He told me that I'd be getting double penetrated, and he wanted to fist me eventually once I was able to take it. I'm currently working on to taking a toy that's 8 inches in circumference, and the next two are 9.3 in and 10 inches respectively. Once I get to the 10, he thinks I'll be ready to take his fist. We also established a daily breeding regimen. Every morning, I am to head over to my mentor/master's home and take his load(s) before I go about my day. His home has a sort of attached in-law unit which has a separate back door entrance, and I was to show up, strip naked, and wait on the bed on all fours. After being bred, I was required to to keep the cum in me (assisted with a plug) so that my body could absorb it, as often as practically possible (allowances for cleaning out, etc.). This would also have the benefit of keeping my ass lubed and ready for me to take cock at any point. He also told me that he has a camera set up in the room, and that he would film every session. There's something I find incredibly thrilling about this vulnerability - especially since I'm not out, him having this leverage over me should worry me, but for whatever reason, it just makes me hard when I think about it. Starting my new regimen was incredibly pervy and hot. The first day, going about my day wearing a butt plug with my master's cum in my ass was incredibly horny and very distracting. One of my friends even noticed and asked if I was okay, saying I looked really unfocused. I made an excuse, but if only they knew what was really going on! We've been doing this now for about a week, and I've managed to get into a bit of a rhythm so I'm less distracted and actually able to focus in class. Sometimes it's quick and fast and I'm on my way, other times he fucks two or three loads into me. In any case, it just feels right. For next steps, we talked more about watersports, consensual non-consent, and impact play - my master is a big sadist and he wants to introduce me to impact play next. He assures me that it's not a one-sided thing - a skilled top can induce an endorphin rush/"runner's high" in a bottom, which he described as a state of euphoria. I'm a bit nervous, but also very curious and I want to please, so we'll see how this goes.

Chapter 20: Tricks and Treats. The 3 way was scheduled to start at 9, and the trick showed up at 8:45, just as Sir was locking the collar on me. We were both naked on the nasty sofa in the room. It was obvious that many had fucked on it before. Once the trick got in, Sir told him to stand in front of us and model, but not take his clothes off until told to do so. The trick was a hot Puerto Rican guy in his late 20s, early 30s. He was wearing a wife beater, which showed off his pecs and pierced nipples. He also had a pair of gym shorts on, and despite his jock strap, they could tell he was getting hard. Sir instructed him to turn around so could see his ass. Once there, Sir told him to bend over and gave it a nice hard slap. His ass was hard as a rock. Sir then told him to turn around and drop just his gym shorts. He was wearing a sexy yellow jock, which told Sir he was likely into watersports. Looks like Sir had a new lesson for me! Sir told the trick to start rubbing his package. After a few minutes Sir told him to stop, and as soon as his turtle was back in its shell, to take his jock off, and present his cock to me He told the trick he was then free to talk to me, but only telling me how he liked his uncut meat sucked. It wasn't long before the trick dropped his jock, and told me to start sucking his cock like a cut cock, telling me to suck on just the foreskin, and to get my tongue indide of it. The trick then told me to pull his massive foreskin down and lick the head of his cock. I was amazed at the amount of foreskin the trick had. I did as instructed and could taste some precum. The trick didn't let me focus on his head for very long before pulling out. Once his turtle went back into its shell, he told me to gently just start sucking on the foreskin. It wasn't long before the trick told me to start chewing on it. He told me to chew softly and first, but gradually increase the chewing and he would tell me when to stop. The boy looked at Sir, and Sir told him to do what the trick said. All I could think was that it must be painful having your foreskin chewed on. It apparently wasnt for the trick as he was moaning in pleasure and his cock started growing and hus foreskin disappearing. After his turtle came our of its shell, the trick instructed me take it to the base. I took him to the base immediately and sucked on him for a few minutes. The trick said good boy, and Sir immediately slapped his face, telling him the only conversation he was to have with him was how to suck an uncut cock. He warned the trick that next time he didn't follow the rules he would either be slapped even harder, or even told to leave. The foolish boy said yes Sir, and was slapped again, this time even harder. He explained that he was only to speak when told to, and 3 strikes and your out. He then asked the trick if he understood and he said yes, and emphasized Sir. Sir told him to continue his lesson. After i sucked the tricks cock to completion, Sir said that he would clean the tricks cock, but instructed me to watch how he worked his mouth and tongue into his foreskin. Sir had an amazingly talented and long tongue. He got his tongue deep inside his foreskin, savoring every last drop of cum under it. Sir then instructed both boys to get on the bed. He went to his trick bag and retrieved two sets of nipple clamps attached with chains to them. He then told the boys he was going to put on a porn, and they were allowed to speak only if they saw something that they wanted to experience. Sir put the nipple clamps on both boys and told us to put the chain in our mouths. Once Sir got between us, he grabbed our heads, pushing then back gently at first. He told us whomever kept the chain in their mouths the longest would have a special privilege. The trick lasted the longest, however it was obvious that both our nipples were wired to our cocks, as we were both now rock hard, as was Sir. Sir said they would continue later, and told the trick to get between his legs and suck his cock. The trick immediately took his position, and Sir reached around and stuck his finger up his pucker. After a few pumps, Sir told me to eat the tricks ass, getting his tongue deep in his ass. Sir then reached behind and pushed two, and then three fingers up the tricks quivering hole. As a reward, Sir told the trick he would get to choose who fucked who. He asked the trick, and he said he wanted Sir to fuck him, but he wanted to fuck me at the same time. Sir smiled and said, good you're not just another greedy bottom. Sir continued by saying he wanted the trick to ride his cock first to get use to its length and girth, but he would get the opportunity to have a triple fuck before he seeded him. The trick straddled Sir with his cock facing him at first. He slowly went down on Sirs cock until all of it was buried in him. He rested some when entirely in, but began bouncing up and down pretty intensly. Sir instructed me to get between his legs and suck on his bouncing balls. Sir then instructed the trick to turn around, and have me suck his cock. He told me to get on the bed doggy style when he felt the trick was ready to fuck me. It didn't take long before I assumed his position and started to get fucked hard by the trick. Sir told the trick to stop pumping while he buried his cock half up his ass. Sir said the trick would be doing all of the work, and that if he wanted his entire cock, he should fuck aggressively in both directions which he did. Not only was Sirs cock buried to the base, the tricks cock was totally in mine. Sir was the first to come, telling the trick when to stop pumping so that Sirs cock was deep inside him. Once Sir unloaded, his cock remained in him, rock hard. He told the trick to unload deep into his boy. Once he did, Sir plugged both their asses, and they continued watching the porn. The porn was a pretty hard core, one with several guys having biohazard tats. Sir was curious if they would ask about the tats, however they didn't, at least not at first. As expected the porn had some pretty hard scenes. Guys getting flogged and paddled, watersports, shaving and electro just to name a few. Sir told both boys to keep their hands off their cocks, but he kept his eyes on them to see what excited them. To his suprise, his boy seemed excited when watching the shaving scene.

I insist on it. It's all about getting dicks up my ass for me. And loads.

Part 29: Easing Ryan Into It (Part 1) “Wanna fuck my ass?” Jay asked Peter, turning and flaunting his well-used hole. “It’s been a while since I had a neg dick in me.” “We’ll need another crack at him tonight,” Domonic said. “If we don’t poz him soon, people will start to think we can’t convert holes anymore.” “You’ll get my ass,” Peter said. “Plus, I still need to fuck Lewis again. And, I want a shot at Ryan.” “Absolutely, Mr. Flanagan,” Ryan said. “None of that mister stuff tonight, boys,” Peter said. “Only daddy,” Domonic said, looking at Lewis and winking. “Let’s go, Jay,” Peter said, stripping off his clothing. “I’ve never slept with two people from the same family.” “You’ll like me,” Jay said, flashing me a playful smile. “I’m the slutty one in the family.” “Let’s go, but not out here,” he said, looking at all of us. “I want to fuck you on my marital bed. I want your ass hoisted up over my wife’s pillow, your sweat dripping all over our sheets.” “Fucking fill me up,” Jay said, pulling Peter in for a kiss. “I want your huge load so deep inside me that Alan finds it next time he unloads his toxic cum.” Peter looked at me, a huge smile on his face. “I love your brother.” He grabbed Jay’s hand and pulled him down the hall. “There’s lube in every room, guys. Have a good time.” “It’s time to open you up,” Domonic told Lewis, his hands running down the young man’s thin frame. “But you’re going to work for it.” “I’ll work harder than anyone,” Lewis said, climbing off Domonic’s lap. “Let me show you how much I want you inside me.” “So eager,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt off, revealing all his tattoos. “You know what eagerness gets you?” Lewis shook his head, his eyes desperately trying to take in the enormity that was Domonic. “A wrecked hole,” he said, pulling his pants down and revealing his already hard cock, “and a poz future.” “Give it to me,” Lewis said, kneeling down and grabbing Dom’s dick, his tongue running along the shaft, a thick glob of pre-cum dripping down on his naked back and running down to his crack. Already Domonic’s cum knew where it needed to go. “How about you?” I asked Ryan. “Ready for me to fuck you open?” “More ready than you know,” Ryan said. He stood up and stood in front of me, his eyes examining my body. “But first,” he said, leaning forward. His lips met mine and we kissed, a gentle connection in which I could feel both his fear and longing. Never had I known that Ryan Kline had wanted me to fuck him. Then again, I never knew his father wanted me to fuck him either. There was something about a Ryder man that the Kline men couldn’t help but be attracted to. “Can I watch?” Pastor Kline asked. “I have a better idea,” I told him. “Peter has a guest room. Let’s go in there.” “You alright out here?” Ryan asked Lewis who was already swallowing Domonic’s cock as far into his throat as possible. Lewis struggled to look at us, tears in his eyes as he kept half of Domonic’s dick in his mouth. He nodded, giving us a thumbs up. “Don’t worry,” Domonic said, resting a hand on Lewis’s head before gripping the back and guiding more of his cock into the young man’s throat. “I’ll take good care of little Lewis.” “Don’t break him,” I told Domonic, caught between half joking and half warning. I could see in Domonic’s eyes the desire to push Lewis to his breaking point. It was the lust I had seen in my dream months ago. It was the lust I saw when he wanted to unleash himself. Even though we’d done almost everything together, I knew there was a part of Domonic that he had not yet shown me. There was a darker edge to Domonic that wanted to go too far, to break through every boundary, regardless of the consequences. He's already done that, I thought, thinking of every man in the room, knowing all of them were only here because Domonic had seen me and had wanted to corrupt me. He had corrupted us all. Ryan, Pastor Kline, and I entered the small guest room which was next to the room in which Peter and Jay were already fucking. I could hear them moaning, Jay gasping as the bed hit the wall between us. I was happy that Jay was enjoying himself. I was also happy knowing his new status wasn’t thanks to me. Listening to my brother get his ass stretched open and filled with a hyperspermia blast got me hard. I pulled off my shirt, turning to Ryan who did the same. His chest wasn’t hairy, though I could see that he would most likely be hairy soon. Seeing my hairy chest, he reached out and ran his fingers through my hair, stopping on my biohazard tattoo. He looked in my eyes and smiled. “I’ve dreamed of this for years,” he said. “You and me both, son,” Pastor Kline said, coming to his side, his shirt off, revealing the similarities between them. I knew Ryan’s dick was closer to my size than his father’s, and I was excited to see it and get fucked by it eventually. For now, I had two generations of Kline men wanting me. Ryan leaned down and kissed my chest, starting on the tattoo and then moving down to my left nipple. He started sucking, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body. “That’s right, son,” Pastor Kline said, resting his hand on his son’s naked back. “Keep sucking. Worship his chest. Worship his poz body.” Ryan continued to suck on my nipple, his father reaching for the other one where he too started sucking. I’d never had two men suck on my nipples before, but I felt my legs starting to quake from the intense pleasure. I fell back onto the bed, both men falling with me. They continued worshiping my body, hands running along my skin, lips kissing me, exploring every aspect of what they craved. I watched them, unable to grasp what I was seeing. Two men, a father and a son, were kissing my body, begging for me to fuck them. Sure, I’d fucked my own brother, but there was something different seeing two men wanting you, needing you to fuck their holes full of poz cum, and knowing they were seen by most as good, innocent men. Little did anyone know that Pastor Kline was such a cumdump. Little did anyone know that his son, Ryan, wanted cock just as much as his father. Little did people know that I had pozzed Pastor Kline and would soon do the same to his son. None of us were what we seemed. Brothers fucked brothers. Fathers fucked sons. Married men cheated on their wives, offering their neg holes to poz men who wanted them only for their bodies and a quick fuck. We were a twisted bunch of men, but I loved them all. My cock ached, begging to be unleashed. “I have an idea,” I told Ryan and Pastor Kline, both stopping in their endeavor to kiss every inch of my hairy body. “Ryan wants me to fuck him. Ryan also wants to fuck you,” I told Pastor Kline. “Why don’t I fuck Ryan while he fucks you?” “You’ll slam him into me,” Pastor Kline said, smiling. “I’d love for you to fuck my son’s ass while he fucks my hole. That’ll really make him ram into me, forcing me open.” “I’ve only fucked Lewis before,” Ryan said, his enthusiasm somewhat diminished. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get fucked and fuck at the same time.” “I think you’ll be able to manage,” Pastor Kline said, resting a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, moving it down toward his ass. “You’re young, strong, and have a cock like a third arm. Plus, you’ve got us here to help you.” “Alright,” Ryan said. “Let’s give it a try.” Pastor Kline was the first to jump off the bed and strip down, though I watched him suddenly back away, turning around from Ryan and me. Ryan continued to strip while I came to Pastor Kline’s side. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said. “You said you wanted this,” I told him. “You wanted your son to fuck you.” “I know. I do. I just didn’t expect it to happen tonight.” “And I hadn’t expected to see you naked that first night I got back,” I told him. “See how that turned out. Now you’re a poz cumdump craving cock and drinking piss out of coffee mugs.” He smiled. “It’s just… what happens if this goes wrong?” “It won’t,” I told him. “He wants to fuck you.” He looked over my shoulder at Ryan who was now standing naked. “I want him to fuck me, too.” “Then enjoy this,” I told him. “I’ll fuck his cum right out of his balls and into you.” He smiled. “That’s one of the hottest things anyone has ever said to me.” I stripped my pants and underwear off, watching as Ryan and Pastor Kline saw each other naked for the first time. I knew they were both nervous, but the second they saw each other, their dicks started to rise, followed by mine. Was this what everyone else felt when they saw Jay and me together? “Can we compare?” I asked them, motioning them together. We already knew Pastor Kline’s dick was significantly smaller than mine, but seeing his dick next to Ryan’s was comical too. “What happened here?” I asked. “Is Ryan adopted?” “My father’s cock was huge, too,” Pastor Kline said. “I used to try watching him taking a shower just to get a glimpse.” He looked at Ryan and blushed. “Actually, I’ve done the same thing with you, too.” He turned and placed his and Ryan’s cocks next to each other. “No contest,” I said. “Makes me proud,” Pastor Kline said. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Ryan said, staring down at my dick as it grew to almost its full length. Seeing Pastor Kline and Ryan together made me almost as hard as when I saw Domonic’s monster of a cock heading for my ass. “How big are you?” “Eight inches,” I told him. “Domonic is ten.” I saw a panic start to set in. I knew I was huge, but I often forgot since Domonic was so much bigger. “You’re pretty close,” I told him. “I’m not sure I can fit you all in,” Ryan said, a hand reaching back to his ass. “If I can, you can,” Pastor Kline said. “Plus, you’re pretty close to his size.” “Really?” Ryan asked, looking down at his hard cock. “He’s bragged about your size for a while,” I told Ryan. I reached out and squeezed his cock, running a thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum. “You know, even with lube, it goes in better if it’s slicked up a bit.” Ryan looked at his dad, a confused look on his face. “He means sucking his dick,” Pastor Kline explained. Ryan started to kneel, but I grabbed his arm. “Your dad will need your dick to be slicked up, too.” I sat back down on the bed, leaning back. “Ryan, suck my cock while your dad sucks yours.” I patted the bed, helping Ryan lie next to me. Even before he could grab my cock, Pastor Kline had his son’s cock deep down his throat. “Fuck, Dad!” Ryan shouted, almost jumping off the bed. The longer Pastor Kline sucked, the more Ryan relaxed. “Fuck, Dad, that feels great.” “You can learn from your father,” I told him. “He’s the best cocksucker at church.” “The only one,” Ryan said. “Don’t be so sure,” I said. “Closeted men are bursting out of our doors at an alarming rate.” “The more the merrier,” Pastor Kline said, diving back down on his son’s cock. “If you aren’t careful,” I told Pastor Kline, guiding Ryan to my cock, “You’ll have your son’s cum shooting down your throat.” “But it feels so good,” Ryan said, his hand squeezing my cock, my pre-cum dribbling down his hand. “But you’d rather shoot into your dad’s ass,” I told him. “That’s right,” Pastor Kline said, Ryan’s cock slipping out of his mouth, a string of pre-cum dribbling down his chin. “The only thing I’ll swallow is your piss.” “Really?” Ryan asked. “I only want you shooting my could-be-grandkids deep in my ass,” he said, fondling Ryan’s balls. I grabbed Ryan’s chin and turned him toward me. “Better start sucking,” I told him. “Unless you want your hole torn open, you’ll get me good and ready to breed your virgin ass.” Ryan nodded and opened his mouth, taking my cock’s head into his mouth. My head flew back, the feeling a rush. “Fuck,” I moaned. “I love this family.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Hey guys, Thanks for waiting. While I know we all want to see everyone fucking each other in every combination possible, it just isn't possible. I'll do my best. Also, thanks for 100,000 views! That blows my mind.

I had been at the local gay pub here in Brisbane in wickham terrace, if you know you know. I had been heavily drinking due to a recent breakup, was feeling very unloved and needy at the time. I was living with a good mate, we had an amazing apartment, cheap, in the heart of the city and close to the SOP and gay drinking spot. So hookups was easily arranged, my housemate and I were pretty open and never stopped each other from having fun. This particular weekend however he had family and friends staying over and having a party. Not wanting to be a burdon I took myself to the watering hole and got my self stupidly drunk. Half way through the drinking fest I decided to head back home and grab my other pack of ciggeretes rather than wasting money on another pack. Walking up the street more so stumbling I stop to catch my breath. At 29 years old I was a stocky guy, medium hairy, small cut cock big nuts, was more a bottom and generally wearing a jockstrap 99.99 % of the time these days. Stopping near a empty car parking lot I hear someone say “come over” standing still as I try to determine if I actually heard someone or it was my imagination. “Yeah you mate, come here” the gruff voice spoke again. Without any concern for my own safety I walk into the not so well lit carpark and as I turn I see a scruffy hairy guy on the concrete garden wall staring at me. Looking at him I instantly could tell he was homeless, had his bag beside him, dirty clothes, scruffy beard and I could smell piss, stale cum and booze on him. “Got a smoke mate?” He looks at me as I fumble and go to get my last cig for him, I move closer and as I am about to hand it to him, he reaches out and starts rubbing my crotch as he grins at me. Smiling at him, he goes for my zipper and pulls it down as he unbuttons me and drops my jeans, he moves forward and pulls my jockstrap to the side as he places his mouth around my soft cock as it starts to hardon. Moaning I let him suck me as I rub my hand through his greasy hair as I start humping his mouth as he sucks harder. Grunting as I feel him tug at my nuts almost blowing my load I can feel my precum leaking hard. Looking down he is unzipping himself and pulls out this thick hard at least 8 inches uncut and very hairy prick. He stops sucking as he leans back and strokes his cock. Without thinking I get down on my knees and can smell his ripe cheesy cock right away. I get my mouth on his cock and start licking under his foreskin as he grunts as he takes the cigerette I dropped beside him and lights up. Sucking on his overhang of skin as I clean his greasy cock, grunting as I feel him swell and thicken. I start bobbing up and down getting him harder. I don’t know how long I was sucking him for but I was starting to feel my drunk buzz wear off and became more aware of what I was doing and could be begging for trouble. As if he was aware he produced a bottle of cheap vodka and told me to drink, pulling off his meaty cock I took the bottle and took a swig grimicing at the harsh cheap sting the alcohol hitting back of my throat. “Take another hit” he grins as he strokes my hard little cock. Taking another swig, followed by another as he takes the bottle from me, I feel that buzz kicking back in as he moves me into a position on my knees over the brick wall. Feeling him behind me I giggle as I feel his thick cock between my chubby arse cheeks. “Do you have a rubber” I moan, he grunts and says sure, I hear him behind me as he opens a package and hear that familiar rubbber snap as he moves his cock back between my cheeks, I reach behind me to check and feel the rubber over his cock “I got it on pig fucking hell” he grunts, I place my hand back on the wall for stablity. I hear him spit on his cock as it hits my tight hole. He pushes as I grunt “Shuttup or we will get caught, stupid fuck” he harshly whispers at me as I put my hand over my mouth as he forces himself in me, straining I can feel the pop as his engorged head slides inside my tight hole. Not been fucked for a few months really bought tears to my eyes as he pushed in more, forcing his cock inch by inch as I start to shake. “Fuckkkk stop please your too big” I whimper softly. Knowing he heard me but chose to ignore my pitiful plea as he grabbed my hips and shoved in harder slamming deep in me as his nuts hit mine. He grunt and starts fucking, not getting any chance to accept his thickness, he pounds away at my hole. The grunting turning me on. He fucks harder and faster, biting down on my hand as I whine and grunt with each thrust that he gives me. I feel him slam deep and shudder as he is cumming, sweat dripping off him onto me all I can smell is his sweaty scent. He pulls out and rips the rubber off and throws it into the darkness. He sits back breathing heavily as he clicks his fingers and points to his cock I get down and take him back in my mouth, tasting his strong thick cum as I feel his cock head throb and more cum leaks out as I greedily suck it from his cock and swallow it… Tasting metalic too but definite can taste myself on his cock thinking it strange as he was rubbered up. Tapping me on the head telling me to stop he sighs as I release his cock. “Thanks needed that” he grins at me. “Anytime” I stay there on my knees still half naked hoping his was gunna finish me off, but he grabbed his pants and pulled on the cord and did himself up as he finished the smoke, asking me if I had any more and told him I was on my way back to get another pack and go back to drinking. Telling me he was spending the night here and to go get him some and he would see about fucking me again if I was interested. Thinking about it, and it cudda been the alcohol or just the sheer need of wanting to be wanted even if just my hole to get off. I said he could crash in my secure parking, I had my own car park space that was secure from the rest of parking with its own pull down door so was private. Without a response he grabbed his back and said lead the way, pulling my pants up I take him up the road and lead him down the car park entrance as I put my code in as the door opens he follows me closly. Walking down the concrete hallway I get to my door and open the roller door as he walks inside and I mention I have a cot set up at the back I usually come down here to get away from the housemate and have my own space, toys and lube my laptop is there with porn on it. Grinning at me he drops his bag and starts to get naked as he gets to his underwear and looks at me and asks if I want another fucking, grinning I start to strip and get down on all fours over the cot as I feel him behind me rubbing my hole. He mentions he hasn’t any more rubbers and I don’t have any he says “I could just fuck you raw, I promise I wont cum in you” my head in two places as I simply nod and confirm “you wont cum in me??” Nodding he spits on his cock and I notice it slides in easier this time, I feel very wet all of a sudden, grunting as he slides in deep hearing him sigh as he starts fucking me in a steady rythem, “Once I cum it takes me a while to cum again” hr groans as he keeps fucking, I push back as I enjoy the senstion of letting him fuck me raw, the thought of him raw turning me on. He continually spits on his cock and keeps me lubed up. We mustve been fucking for at least 30 mins and at about that mark I feel him shudder as he slides in deep and takes a minute. “Are you ok?” I mention as I feel his cock throb in me as he moans softly. “Yeah pig just catching my breath” he starts fucking again, I feel very wet and can feel something dripping down my hole down my legs, putting it down to spit and sweat I push back, another 15 mins later he stops and sighs again as he calls me a dirty pig as his cock throbs, telling me to be still or he will cum… few minutes later he starts fucking again this time harder and rougher making me whimper as he snarls at me. “Dirty fucking faggot taking my nasty homeless cock, I wanna blow my load in ya guts pigs, where do you want my nasty fucking homeless load you faggot?” He growls. Thinking he is roleplaying I push back and beg him to cum, “fuck me harder, fuck this faggot, blow your load all over my hole or my face” grunting as I feel his speed pick up. “Beg me to dump it in you pig” hr grunts as he spits on my face. Confused and starting to feel my hole tense up shooting pains down my legs “please, don’t cum in me… cum on my face or down my throat” whimpering “Yeah you want my load in ya don’t ya faggot” he grunts as he slams deeper “No, not in me please” I whimper as I try to pull forward Hearing him growl as he slams forward and strains as I feel his cock throb in me yet again as he growls “yeahhhhh take my nasty homeless load faggot fuckkk yeahhhhhhhh” he cooes. He lets go of me as he pulls out, I turn around shocked he looks at me and says “fuck that was hot” he grins. “You said you wouldn’t cum in me” I say shakily as I go to stand up. “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you felt so good and I just lost control, how about you go up grab the smokes and come back and have a drink and get more aqauntied with my cock pig” he smiles Looking at him, he looked ok, so I grabbed my jeans and pulled them up, leaving him in the garage I go up the elevator to my floor, opening up to loud music and a few people I didn’t know. There were a few of the bears from the bar I had been drinking at. Smiling at me as I return the smiles and nod my head as I beeline it towards my room, grabbing a drink along the way and quenching my parched throat to the sweet nector of the drink. Pushing my way into my room as I close the door halfway as I go searching for my stash. Looking around I don’t notice as one of the guys come in. He coughs slightly and says eveing to me as I turn around shocked and startled. Grinning at me I ease as I return the evening and ask him if he is having fun. “I was having fun shame as I was looking for you at the bar but you had disappeared that was over an hour ago, where did you wonder off too, givin ive just seen you come back here now and been here for a while myself” he mentions as he steps closer. “I stopped and got some air and kinda hooked up” I grin as I blush at him. “Hooked up hey…… wouldn’t have been with that homeless guy in the parking lot on the way here would it” he smirks at me, shocked as I blushed harder as he steps up to me and pushes his hand down the back of jeans as he touches my wet arse. “Ohhh and he loaded ya too did he” he grunts as he slips his finger inside me as I reach out and grab his furry arm to steady myself as I whimper “He did, he fucked me a few times but came in me once…. By accident” I whimper as he undoes my belt and button and pulls my zipper down. “Accident… sure…. He probably blew in you more than the once, he is known for that” he grins as he fingers my sloppy hole harder as he manuvures me over the bed on all fours as I hear him unzip himself. “No need for a rubber then if he has already bred ya is there pig? He looks down at me as I look behind and see a fat uncut 7 inch thicker than the homeless cock protruding out his fly. Rubbing his cock over my arse I whimper as he pushes forward he reaches down and places his hand over my mouth as he thrusts his hips forward hard as his cock lodges and splits me open. Muffled screaming into his hand it didn’t take long for my arse to stretch and the pain gave way to pleasure as he started fucking me. Grunting and gruffing as he sweated over me pushing his cock deeper inside me. The door opened and in walked another guy I remembered from the bar, he closed the door and locked it behind me as he sauntered over to the bed and unzipped himself as he crawled up onto the bed and presented me with his 6 inch fat thick cock cock hairy half way up his cock a thick bush at the base and so sweaty he pushes his cock on my lips as I open and he rams his cock in me. They start talking to each other so casual as if I werent there being dicked by em on my bed with a group of people right outside the door. “You heading out after this to the next party Chav?” The guy behind me fucking me spoke to the one down my throat. “Yeah, gunna see Dave and the others and decide what to do from there, prob head to the Den and loose another load if I feel up for it, by the way your doing him raw? The guy down my throat spoke back. “Yeah doing him raw, you know Baz the homeless guy he has already dumped a load, well prob a few knowing him, so no need for rubbers now who knows what he has right” the guy fucking me replies as he picks up and starts fucking hard, feeling his heavy nuts slap mine as I listen to the conversation and break out in a cold sweat worrying myself. “Awwww yeah im gunna nut in him, you can fuck him after im done bud” as he grabs my hips and digs his fingers into my hips and pulls me back on his cock as he lodges himself in me, feeling his throbbing cock at my 2nd entrance pumping his batter inside me. My muffled groans as I gag on the guys cock as I feel the guys load pump inside my guts. He withdraws as he walks around to the side of the bed as the guy pulls out my mouth and moves behind me. I get the cum coated cock shoved in my mouth as he tells me to clean him up as his mate slides easily into my cum coated arse. “Fuck he is wet, I bet the guy blew a few loads in him now your load fuck it feels good. Not gunna last long will add my nasty load and we can bail” the guy who had just face fucked me and now pumping away at my arse. I suck the guys cock cleaning his greasy cum covered prick as he sneers at me. “Yeah you dirty fuck, guess there really isnt a need to wear rubbers anymore, you let a homeless guy fuck you you pig who knows what the fuck he has” he leers at me as I shudder as I feel his mate grinding harder at my arse as he starts groaning feeling him push harder into me as he unloads. The cock slides out my mouth and my arse at the same time, groaning as I collapse on the bed panting. Watching them pull their pants up and ignore me as they leave the room talking about their next plans for the night. The door quietly half closes. Its only a few minutes and this fat chubby older guy would have been about 55 yrs old comes in and closes and locks the door as he looks at me, im half dozing so I smile and mumble something not even trying to cover up. He grabs a cup that was on my night table something alcoholic as he passes it to me and tells me to drink it all. Happily gulping down the mixture as I feel him move behind me. “They did you raw?” He asks as his thick finger slightly grazes my cummy tender hole, shuddering as I nod. “Its been so long since ive fucked raw, not many let me these days” he almost whispers as I watch him with his other hand move his zipper down as he slides his fingers inside his zipper and starts playing with himself. Without speaking I spread my legs and stay face down, the alcohol kicking back in as my head spins. I hear him drop his pants as he gets on top and I feel his thick cock force inside me as I gasp. “Fuck yeah you pig, let daddy inside you. Naughty faggot son letting those men breed you, you know they aint clean right. Your chute filled with nasty dirty seed and now letting daddy knock you up with his bugged cock” he growls as he grinds his hips and starts hitting that spot as I grown and push my arse back to meet his thrusts. Grunting on top of me, he gives me a good few minutes of solid fucking. Suddenly he moans a really deep gutteral groan and I can feel his cock throbbing as he unloads. Once done he pulls out and pulls his pants back on as he walks around my side I see the tattoo just above his pubic bone as he tucks his shirt in of a bio hazard symbol with a scorpian over the symbol. He pats my head and tells me Im a good pig for letting him nut in me but I shouldve gotten him to rubber up, however he is grateful I didn’t. Smiling at me he takes his leave. Looking at the clock, I realise ive been up here for almost an hour and taken 3 raw loads and almost forgot about the homelss guy. I reach for my clothes as I dress myself groaning as I feel the cum leak out of me. I grab the smokes and slip out of my unit to the elevators and back down to the garage. I walk into my unit and I hear talking and walk in on the homeless guy who fucked me and two other hairy scruffy older blocks, sitting there in their sweaty jocks obviosly waiting for me.. One of them speaks “Finally he is here. I get to go first” he states as he looks at me. What Have I gotten myself into? I start trembling……

So a few years ago I was at a friends party. We were all drinking in the kitchen and this smoking hot woman walked in. We got talking and moved into the living room and danced the night away. At the end of the night we left together going back to her place. the taxi ride home we kissed, got to her apartment and got into her room now she dropped to her knees pulled my cock out and began to give me the best blow job of my life cupping my heavy full balls in her hand, taking me all the way down her throat she sucked me like she was trying to suck the spunk straight out my balls. Then she pushed me on the bed and began to strip for me she had amazing tits fake but amazing non the less she was down to her panties, she pulled my jeans off and opened my shirt. Kissing around my neck, licking my nipples kissing down my belly she looks up I want you baby she tells me she pulls down her panties spins round and suddenly her thick 8 inch cock is in my mouth, both of us sucking each other wow this was amazing then she tells me come on baby fuck my pussy she is on all fours I reach for you jeans pull out a condom, she takes it throws it across the room no I want you all the way baby. i smile I begin eating her beautiful smooth ass out. I push inside her my balls hitting that tight ass my cock already throbbing from her tightness suddenly she pulls off pushes me on my back and sits on my cock ridding me as she wanks her cock, holding her hips driving her downwards as I push up ward. She looks at me tell me baby tell me suddenly I’m ready to explode I fill her tight hole with my thick creamy load, oh baby you bad bad boy she says smiling. She stands over me as my spunk drips down her legs, she drops between my legs quickly sucking my dick again licking my hole suddenly she grins my turn wam she has my legs over over her shoulders and thrusts deep inside me, my cock stands straight on end. She pushes her tongue into my mouth she is now grinding herself deep inside me getting faster and faster, then she lets Out a moan daddy take mummy’s load my god she drives her thick heavy load deep inside me. She rolls off me now pulls me back on top I pump her again then she screws me. She then kisses me as she blows another load into me. She gets up walks to the bathroom she smiles at me as I notice her toxic tattoo on her hip and scorpion on her Calve, your pregnant now boy xxxx

Your handle is 'takemeuseme' Let him fuck you, I doubt he'll get locked in, but if he has skills it'll be a great fuck. Keep us posted.

The sameness of it and the formulaic repetition of it. Most visual porn these days is just a a “scene.” Whether it’s one on one porn or a group scene, it’s just stick it in and get off. It’s boring. Personally, I like a little bit of a story and, maybe a little flash of imagination. And just maybe a little passion among the actors. Of course, it might be that I’m just jaded because I’ve watched too much of it. 😈😈😈

The next day I headed for class, not paying attention the George or Mr. Lewis’s door. I heard his door open but I was long past it. I felt like I had a small new sense of confidence. So I made extra effort to try and avoid any suspicious types. For the next week I managed to avoid talking to anyone around the complex. On the times I’ve seen Mr. Lewis I’d walk past him giving some kind of dismissive greeting. I knew he still had a key to my place so I got in the habit of blocking my door every night. I would occasionally see Rob working around the place. He would give me a nod, and a slight smile. It may not have been much but for him it was a huge change in attitude. Coming back from the gym in the evening, I saw a familiar face. It was Frank. He was wearing shorts and a black tank top with a yellow logo on it with the letters NP on it. “Hey! Tommy right? Nice seeing you! How have things been?” I thought about the times he pissed up my ass and down my throat. I was still relatively new to water sports but by the time I was drinking it from him I was used to it. His was actually rather nice. “Yeah, I’ve been good. Just work school gym. Always busy.” “I can tell. Have you been seeing any of the other guys?” “Not much. I’ve been trying to take a break from that sort of stuff.” “Aw, that’s a shame. I was having a get together today. I was hoping to run into you and see if you’d like to come.” “What kind of get together?” “The kind were we hang out and enjoy ourselves. It’s pretty chill. You’d like it.” I didn’t have anything else planned today so I figured why not? I don’t really do much other than study and work, so this might be a fun change of pace. I looked down to his crotch and though about the offer. I really did enjoy drinking from his tap last time. Maybe I might get the chance again if we have a moment alone. But I wasn’t going to push for that. I may be a developing kinkster but I didn’t have to shamelessly seek it out. He wasn’t Mr. Lewis or George. He may have sampled me in the past but he never came off as extreme. “Sure that sounds like fun. I’ll just go wash up first.” “Nonsense, you’re good as you are. Wanna come up now? The guys haven’t been here long.” “Oh! They’re already here? If you really don’t mind the sweat…” “I more than don’t mind.” Frank grabbed my hand and lifted my arm above my head. He leaned in, gave a quick lick to my armpit then let me go. He licked his lips and smirked at me. “Come, My place is at the other end the the hall from you.” That was new. No one ever licked my pit before. It wasn’t my thing but if he was happy with me the way I was then that makes things more convenient for me. When we got to his place I saw Rob messing with a ceiling light close by. He saw me with Frank and I felt a little guilty. I know he wants me to stop playing with Mr. Lewis and George but Frank seemed okay. Never the less, I told Frank to head in while I had a word with Rob. “Hey Rob.” I tried acting casual but I sorta sounded like a kid who got caught. “Hey kid. Hanging out with Frank?” He seemed indifferent. “Yeah… I know you told me to stop playing around with dangerous guys…” “Frank isn’t dangerous. At least I don’t think he is. Besides you don’t have to do what I say. You can fuck around with who you want.” He kept adjusting the light fixture like he really didn’t care. “Yeah I know…” Rob stopped what he was doing and looked at me. “What do you want from me? My permission?” Was I? I didn’t want to let him down. I’ve been good at holding up his request so far but I really wanted to hear from him that this party I was going to was okay with him and not him just being passive aggressive. Sometimes it’s hard to tell with his typical disposition. “I guess so…” Rob looked at me like I said something funny. He put his tools down then gripped my shoulder firm. “You have my permission to go to Franks party. Happy?” I don’t know how to explain it but him saying that seemed to excite me. I felt a warmth pass through me and I was a little lighter. “Thanks Rob.” He rolled his eyes at me and continued what he was working on. I headed to Frank’s place and went in wondering who might be there. When I entered there was some music playing and drinks spread about. But the guys. The guys there were all in jock straps or harnesses! Wow okay I didn’t expect it to be this kind of party. Now I felt a little over dressed. Even Frank was out of his clothes and was wearing a jockstrap that looked like it came from a gay fetish store. “Hey guys the piss boy is here! I said I’d deliver!” Frank announced to everyone. Piss boy? Me? Oh that’s right! Last time I saw him he said he was going to arrange something like this. I thought I’d get a little more warning first, but I had been avoiding people these past few day. Suddenly I was being surrounded by all types of men in fetish gear. There were buff, guys chubby guys, slim guys. 7 men all together including Frank. “Oh damn! Uh Frank I wasn’t planning on fucking. This may be a bit much too fast.” A couple guys were already taking off my shorts and shirt. “Who said anything about fucking? You’re the party’s urinal. And my friends here have had a lot to drink.” Some of the guys were laughing. Two guys were gently holding my arms and feeling up my shoulders. One scruffy bearish guy was standing in front of me and pulling his cock out. “You say he loves drinking it Frank?” The bear pushed me to my knees. His dick was slapping my lips. “Yeah, he took it from me from both ends before.” Out of my peripheral I could see one guy blowing the other, but the guy doing the sucking wasn’t moving his head, oh right. Frank definitely gathered a bunch of like minded fetishists. The bear in front of me slapping my face to get my attention. “Open up for me! You want this don’t you?” I looked up at him. He was peering down at me looking past his large pecs. They were a chubby muscle. Hairy with perky nipples. Do I want this? I may have liked it from Frank but I wouldn’t call myself a piss pig. “Come on, be a good boy for me. You want to be a good boy right?” He pressed his cock against my lips and tried pushing in. He was attractive but I still just met him and- Oh fuck it! I opened my mouth and took in his cock. The guys around me encouraged me and patted me on the back. “Yeah, that’s it. Ima give you a sweet reward.” Bear guy caressed my face while his cock was in my mouth. He held it there for a moment as he concentrated. “Oh here it comes.” As soon as he said that. His hot yellow torrent started filling my mouth fast. I tried my best to chug it down as fast as I could. It was tangy but not too harsh. I could feel my cock getting hard. Some of it was leaking out of my mouth and running down my chin but the majority of it I managed to keep in. “Fuck he isn’t half bad at it. I’m finishing up here. Who’s up next?” “Easy there, he just got here guys. Give him a moment.” Someone I didn’t know said. I stood up, catching my breath. One guys was rubbing my ass and another leaned in and started kissing me on the mouth. He was a little heavy set. A wrestlers build, probably mid 20s, blond, round baby face. His tongue explored my mouth, I think he wanted to taste the bear man on me. I put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. So far I thought this party wasn’t so bad. “Okay guys how about this continues in the bathroom. I don’t need the floors getting ruined.” Frank started navigating us to the bathroom. Not everyone could fit obviously but baby face and the guy rubbing my ass were right beside me. They had me step into the shower and I had a pretty good idea why. The guy playing with my ass earlier was more slender and was in the shower with me. I could feel his cock poking my ass. He was slowly humping me while baby face continued making out with me. A couple more guys were in there too, stroking their cocks and watching the show. “I’m gunna unload in him here.” The guy behind me started pushing his cock inside me. It was semi hard but he managed to get it in. Baby face was still kissing me when I felt the warmth spread inside my ass. “Ooh fuck yeah. Look at him taking it.” He was pissing a lot in me. It was good that we were in the shower because there was too much and some of it ran down my legs. “Suck my cock a little, it’s going to piss up in you next.” Baby face guided my head down on his cock. His was about 6 inches, cut. But it was thick. I took it in my mouth and started sucking it all the while the guy behind me was finishing up. I could feel my insides flooded. I’m not sure how I’ll be able to take another guys bladder full. He pulled out and a small spurt of yellow shot out of me. I kept the rest inside while sucking the cock in my mouth. It was now fully hard and the guy took it out. He positioned behind me to stick it in. A much older man was rubbing his cock on my face this time. The blonde wrestler guy behind my shoved his cock inside me. It was thick so it hurt a little. “Oh fuck that’s a tight ass.” He was squeezing my ass cheeks like dough. The older man in front of me started pissing on my head. His golden shower got in my hair and all over my back. I’m sure some of it ran down my ass crack and got on baby face wrestler dude behind me. “I can’t go just yet, I have to savor this guys pussy.” He didn’t piss inside me but he started thrusting. He was fucking my ass while it was full from the other guy. I wasn’t intending on getting fucked but looks like I can’t do anything about it now. Besides, he was cute so I didn’t mind. Older dude was still raining down on me. As my ass was getting fucked and my head getting showered. I began to realize how hot this was. Fuck I guess I am a piss pig as well as a foot pig. It was startling how much I’ve developed kinks recently. A few months ago, fucking and blow jobs was all I would do. The occasional rim job but that was a far out as it went. Even then I still rarely hooked up. Now I’m in the bathroom of a guy I barely know, surrounded by cocks that want to piss in every hole I have. Older guy finished using my face as a urinal, while wrestler dude behind me was fucking the piss up my ass. Frank was sitting on the counter watching, jacking off. I motioned to him to come closer. He got to his feet and pointed his huge long cock at me and I took it in my mouth next. I was looking forward to his. “Aw yeah this is what you wanted hu?” Frank was still hard so it took a moment for him to prime up. Baby face was still going to town on my ass. Then Frank started pissing and I was welcomed with the familiar taste of a well hydrated guy. I enjoyed gulping down his load. My stomach was definitely being tested but I could handle him. Luckily he didn’t piss too much. I think he gave a load to someone earlier. I can taste a bit of ass on him. “That’s awesome man, good job taking my piss. You guys want next?” Frank directed towards a couple replacing him. Two chubby bears with beards and leather harnesses started double teaming my mouth. Their bellies pressed against each other as I got both of their cocks in me. I wasn’t sure if they were going to fuck my mouth or piss in it. I can’t imagine drinking from both of them at the same time. That would be too much all at once. But of course they did intend on unleashing in me. Wrestler baby faced guy was fucking hard and grunting. Piss gushing out of my ass as he pulled out and back in. Piss from the first guy, not him. The two bear chubs, let loose and started pissing in my mouth at the same time, and that’s when baby face buried in deep and came inside me. “Fuck! That’s good!” He grunted. I was now trying to drink from both these guys but it was impossible. I was spilling out my mouth at an incredible rate, I was drinking as fast as I could. I could feel my stomach swelling on it. Then baby face was under me. He was drinking the over flow spilling out my mouth. He met his mouth with my chin catching it all like an expert. I was grateful for the help. I put my hands on his shoulders for support. His shoulders were thick and strong. He grabbed my hands and caressed my fingers. We worked together to finish up the two bear chubs. They had a lot in them and were content with our work. I on the other hand was exhausted. My ass and stomach were filled with piss. I felt bloated and out of breath. “I need a break, this is way too much.” Baby face put an arm around me in the shower and was rubbing my belly. I leaned into him focusing on breathing. “You did a good job dude. That was fucking hot. And I loved your ass.” The other guys were sucking each other and a couple wandered off presumably to fuck. I reached up to turn the shower on to rinse off the mess. Baby face and I relocated to the table in the kitchen where we talked for a while. His name was Dillon. He played college football for some small time university. I didn’t really bother to remember for who. I wasn’t really a sports guy. He wasn’t out to his teammates naturally, so the stress of being a gay dude in sports means he looks to relieve himself though other means, and through a long chain reaction of self discovery, he met Frank and discovered a passion for water sports. “So how did you meet Frank?” Some of the others were doing some sort of sex acts or having conversation like us. A few more guys arrived but I hadn’t paid them much attention. “It’s kinda embarrassing. I was kinda preoccupied with something while nude and he ended up fucking me by surprise.” I recounted the time where i was pinned beneath George’s sloppy cum filled ass. “Wow Frank totally raped your ass? Or was it a roll play thing?” “Mr. Lewis gave me to go ahead! Toilet boy over there belongs to him!” Frank interjected from across the room. He was fucking one of the chubby bears over a coffee table. The chubby bear moaning. “Who’s Mr. Lewis? Your daddy?” Dillon asked, almost teasing. “No he’s just my neighbor. I haven’t played with him in a while. He’s been trying to get me to do a lot of kinky stuff for him and a lot of the times it goes over board.” “How so?” “He’s obsessed with trying to cum in me.” “That’s hot. Why is that a problem?” “He’s poz.” “Ah, and you don’t want to get the bug?” “No.” “Do you love his cock?” “Well, yeah I guess. It’s amazing, and a huge mushroom head.” “Then keep playing with him.” “Hu?” “No need to deprive yourself of a cock that makes you feel good. If you don’t want to get pozzed, there’s plenty of precautions you can take to prevent that and still have fun getting you brains fucked out. You use rubbers?” “No… he prefers bare back.” “Are you on prep?” “No I haven’t gotten around to doing that. And it’s hard to get an appointment with how busy I am.” “Eh, sounds like excuses. Some part of you, even if you’re not aware of it is turned on by the danger of it.” “What? Nah that’s not right.” “You don’t insist on condoms because he likes it raw. You don’t do prep for weak reasons. Nah, there’s a part of you that likes it. Even if that part doesn’t really want to get infected, you definitely love playing with fire.” “Um…” I wasn’t sure of what to say. It’s true that Mr. Lewis has an amazing cock. And every time he fucks me I get so overwhelmed with fear because of the risk. One could even say it was a massive rush. But was I actually liking it on some degree? No, it can’t be. “Hey all I’m saying is, if ya don’t want it, you know how to prevent yourself from getting it. If you do want it. Then you want it. But enough of bug chasing talk. I still have to take a leak, and I’m sure you can handle another load.” Dillon took a red party cup off the table that had a small sip of beer in it left and started pissing in the cup right there. “How long have you done water sports? You seem to be very accustomed to it.” “Not long, like a couple times in the past few months?” We continued to talk as he filled the cup. It looked like an ordinary beer except the beer keg was cute footballer who made this special brew inside him. “And you’re at one of Franks parties? Damn, talk about running before you can walk. Cheers to that.” Dillon handed me the beer-I mean piss cup. It looked good, it was very warm and light, the color of a German Pilsner. I was still kinda full from before but I had room for it, and I was starting to like this guy so that made me want to drinking more. I brought the cup up to my lips and started chugging it down. It did have a slight beer taste to it. Left over from whatever was in there before. Dillon was rubbing himself as I drank. Once I finished I was totally full at this point. I couldn’t drink anymore. Dillon licked my lips. He brought me in for a deeps kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth. We made out for a while. The party goers getting more rambunctious around us. At some point Dillon said he had to go, but we exchanged numbers to keep in touch. Since the party was getting more orgy than piss play at this point I decided I had enough as well. I started to get ready to leave but I wanted to thank Frank for having me over. I wandered around looking for him, weaving between the bodies fucking and piss drinking. I made my way to the bedroom to see if he was there. It was dark in there, I could barely see. I was going to turn around to leave but someone closed the door. I didn’t know who and my eyes were still adjusting. “Hello?” I asked in the dark. A dim red light turned on. I could see who it was. A buff guy wearing black rubber shorts, gloves, boots, and a black rubber mask covering his entire head. I couldn’t see eye holes and he had a zipper over the mouth. It was a little scary. He said nothing. “Excuse me I was looking for someone.” I reached for the door but he took my hand away from it. He stood in front of the door blocking my exit and slowly walked toward me. I was back against the bed with him almost close enough our bodies could touch. He leaned in and reached for something past me on the bed. It was a curved funnel. He undid the zipper on his mask and attached it to his mouth with a strap. The funnel pointing upward. He got on his knees and put his hands on my hips looking up at me. He was still silent but I figured I knew what he wanted. I guess he wanted me to piss in the funnel. The thought made me realize how much I needed to piss due to how much I drank at the party. It was a weird feeling standing in front of this kneeling stranger who’s face I couldn’t see. I pointed my cock towards the funnel and released. His hands gripped my ass and I herd fast swallowing sounds coming from him. It was the first time anyone ever drank mine before. It felt good to drain it and arousing that it was being swallowed up by a thirst pig. I think I was really loving this kink. The funnel was almost full when I emptied the last of my piss into it. Rubber mask was doing his best to drink it all. I watching the piss disappear in the funnel. Every last bit of it was gone. The guy gasped to catch his breath but kept eye contact with me. Was it eye contact? I guess so since his head was still looking up at me. He rubbed his hands on me more, exploring my body. The rubber gloves feeling slick and smooth on my bare skin. It was a new experience but nice. “Hey thanks dude. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to go.” I motioned to leave but he held my hips. He was still on his knees but didn’t want me to leave. He patted my ass cheeks, almost pleading for something. Oh! “That other guy pissed up my ass earlier. Is that what you want?” He gave an enthusiastic nod, his ass shook back and forth almost like a dog wagging his tail. My eyes were fully adjusted to the darkness and red light. His body was well toned. I couldn’t tell what skin color he had, all I saw was red and heavy shadows. He was a mystery. It was kinda jarring to see such a big dude so submissive to a, well compared to him I was definitely a twink. Maybe a twunk. No one else was in the room. “Okay, if you’re sure.” I turned around and squatted over the funnel, wondering how this would work. Rubber mask put his hands on the back of my thighs close to my ass, acting as a sort of human chair. He was strong and had large biceps so I’m sure he could easily support my weight but I didn’t want to stress him too much. So I made sure only to give him about half of my weight. It didn’t take much for me to release the piss in my ass. I was full and it was practically begging to come out. I tried controlling the flow so I didn’t overwhelm the poor guy. I herd him gulping down again. Wow this was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done. He was drinking it as fast as I was giving it. This man was an expert. I felt his body tremble a bit, he must have been getting tired. “Sorry I’ll let up a bit.” I tried supporting my own weight but he squeezed my thighs and kept me down. He forced me to sit my entire weight down into his hands. “Are you okay?” He patted my thigh with one hand. I guess that meant yes. This guy was determined to serve me. I never met someone so eager in this kind of role before. Then again I never met anyone who was into this kind of role. I felt the last of the gold liquid spill out. I got up off of his arms and watched him go. He swallowed the last of it then took the funnel strap off and zipped his mouth shut. His head tilted to the side a little. I think he was looking at me in gratitude. He bent down, and rubbed his head on my leg. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I patted his head a bit “Uh… good boy?” He moaned and hugged my leg. This is so strange, but it’s also weirdly hot. Is this what having a sub is like? Did others want me to be like this? So many thoughts went through my head as I was petting Rubber mask at my feet. It was kinda cute. Like having a dog. A very fucked up but affectionate dog. Rubber mask looked back up to me, I think awaiting further instruction. I didn’t really know what else to do. Collin may have fucked me (oh right I guess Rubber mask swallowed his cum along with that other guys piss.) but I wasn’t really planning on fucking. “Thanks for the fun time, but I need to go.” He seemed to have no objections, but even if he did I guess he wouldn’t think it proper to express them. He was a power sub after all. Is that a thing? Power sub? Well if it is, Rubber mask is definitely one. “But, if you want I could see you again. I’m just at the end of the hall.” He gave a nod. I don’t think I’d be able to recognize him if he did come around. So I guess I opened myself to another stranger. I was getting bold. I opened the door and the light from the party flooded in. Frank was there standing in front of me looking in the room. “Oh I see you found a friend. How was it? He didn’t do anything too crazy did he?” He seemed pleased with my fooling around in his bedroom. “Rubber mask? Yeah he was um… a very good boy?” “Wow you hear that?” Frank was looking past me to the guy still kneeling. “Looks like your name is Rubber mask now! Ha ha!” “Oh what is his name?” I turned towards him realizing how rude that was to talk about him in third person. “Sorry what is your-“ Frank directed my face towards him. “His name is Rubber mask. You said so yourself. You can’t take it back now.” He then whispered to me. “This is his thing, just humor him.” “Okay. Oh by the way I wanted to thank you for having me over but I’m headed home. The party is getting a bit too wild for me.” “Too wild for you? Hey, if you say so. But yeah it was great having you here. The guys loved you I’m sure.” I grabbed my clothes and gave Rubber mask one last pet on the head, he seemed happy. I got dressed and left the party to their vices. The door closed behind me and the music was muffled. I was finally no longer apart of the piss orgy party. I stood in the hall for a moment. Reality suddenly coming back to me. Jesus Christ what the hell am I becoming? I went home for the night. As I laid in bed my head was swarming what fantasies of so many different guys. Rubber mask, Dillon, Frank, Muscle bear, Mr. Lewis, Rob… what would Rob think of all that? Would he be interested in that sort of thing? I fell asleep dreaming of myself in rubber mask’s position and Rob standing in front of me. I think at some point Rob’s form might have periodically turned into Mr. Lewis for a moment, but mostly it was Rob, filling the funnel.

Part 2 Seeing that the shot glass was already in Patrick’s hand, there wasn’t much point in turning back, but to only move forward, as the night was just getting started. The three knocked back their glasses and all squeamed at the bitter acrid flavor. Passing the Gatorade bottle around they each rinsed the flavor out and took a pause to adjust to the beverage they consumed. Ben grabbed a few pieces of candy and popped some in Mike’s mouth, handing Patrick a couple as well. “That stuff is terrible, hope you’re right and it's worth it. What happens now?” “We should start seeing it take into effect. It’s gonna make us feel more relaxed and give us a euphoric feel. But it’s not immediate, it takes 20 minutes” Mike reassured. “Ok, cool. Never thought I’d try something like that but let’s see how it goes” Patrick reiterated. “Yeah you’re gonna start to swirl, you’ll tell” Ben followed, smiling with a sense of self awareness and familiarity. Patrick dismounted Mike to change positions and give his calves a break. Ben, who was sitting back, legs up, and rubbing his pink hole, hand gestured to Patrick to come forward and top him. Ben’s chest showed beads of sweat pooling in between his furry pecs. Patrick crawled forward to Ben as Patrick began bathing Ben like a lioness cleaning her cub. Ben’s chest was salty, while his mouth was sweet from the gummy bears and the citric acid he had snacked on. Their tongues once again furrociously attacked each other. Their grunts were animalistic, as Ben’s legs were lifted over Patrick’s shoulders. It was a great position for Patrick to begin eating Ben’s male pussy and lick his sack. Patrick’s tongue managed to reach pretty far up his pink cunt, feeling his soft insides. “Fuuuuuuuuuckk ughhh keep it coming kiddo” Ben gasped. Ben’s man juices were sweet and insatiable. Leaving Ben’s hole slick with saliva and pushing back against his thighs, Patrick licked upwards across Ben’s tense bulbospongiosus muscle between his ass and his dick, making Ben moan even louder. Seeing Ben’s reaction he went back from sucking on Ben’s testicles back down to his pelvic muscles and reapplied pressure with his tongue and nose. Feeling Mike’s hands from behind, Patrick was getting his ass tuned up for another round of getting eaten out. Mike was excellent at rimming, he knew to not go too fast and he used the entire flat top of his tongue on Patrick. Mike and Patrick had their mouths stuffed, and could hear Ben groan the loudest as he watched his guest and his partner lined up in front of him. Amidst the action, Ben watched the porn play an orgy scene, set in the basement of a bar, and a group of pigs were filming each other using only the flashlights from their phones. These were some of the sweatiest pigs, quietly passing the bottom around with their black eyes. For Patrick, blowjobs were not really his top preference, but feeling the sexual tension he was willing to get as much cock as he could. Patrick stuffed his mouth with Ben’s meat nice and easily, realizing that his gag reflex was not interfering in any way. He could almost go all the way down to the base before coming up for air. “Dude you’re taking that dick so fucking good, don’t stop Patrick. You feeling the high kicking in? It’s fucking hitting me right now pfffff—ughhhh fuckkk”. “Yeah I’m starting to fucking swirl back here too hun, I’m gonna need that lube back here, can you pass me it Patrick?” Without a moment waiting, Patrick grabbed the lube on the edge of the bed and shoved it in Mike’s hand fast. He needed his dick back in him, he needed this raunchy spit roast to happen. Patrick could feel the horniness increase, feeling his heart pulse his blood rapidly, his body temperature begin to heat up, and could see his sweat creating drip marks on the sheets. He wanted these men to completely devour his body, enter his holes. Patrick lowered his hips for Mike while he pressed his hands into Ben’s inner thighs. It turns out that Ben is a grower, and boy he grew in girth and another inch of length, pulling his foreskin fully back, revealing a wide piss slit for Patrick to tongue. Patrick continued making love to Ben’s meat, without any sign of slowing down. “Guys I’m definitely feeling the high, oh my god my body feels so light and electric. Fuck me Mike, fuck me so deep.” Patrick growled back over his shoulder. “Boss you wanna feel me pump your ass with my semen? You’d like that huh? I’m gonna ask you return the favor to Ben and we can make a fuck train.” Mike growled back, smiling and showing his teeth. SLAP - Mike gripped Patrick’s ass with full strength, giving this ass another long lick over Patrick’s pucker. Mike inched himself on his knees closer behind Patrick’s lowered rear and rubbed his dick up and down this boys class crack in front of him. The lube was rubbing off and onto Patrick’s ass requiring that Mike apply a few more squirts of lube to fully slick up their bodies. Slapping his dick on Patrick’s hole, Mike could see Patrick’s ass clit pulsing and winking at him, signaling he needed raw cock. “Ughhh fuck, I need bareback sex. Fuck me raw” Patrick begged. Mike obliged, pressing his tip back inside the boys ass, gliding effortlessly passed the boy’s lips, and passed through his first ring. Using his teeth, Ben tore at the plastic of a different brand new bottle of poppers from the dresser and discarded the plastic to the floor. He opened the cap and assisted Patrick in feeding him long huffs of poppers. FUCK these were equally strong, taking over Patrick’s entire body. “Woahhhhooough you gotta try these you guys.” Patrick breathed. Patrick passed on the bottle to Mikes hands, as their motion paused for Mike to inhale. Mike took in his huff for 10 seconds on the left, and on the right, passing the open bottle for Ben to take some. Now that everyone was ready to go, their rhythm had begun. Ben was breathing loudly, taking himself into overdrive, while Patrick and Mike were panting in sync. Everyone’s bodies were hot and to the touch and their skin was slick with beads of sweat. The extra lube, everybody’s sweat, along with the poppers made for easy pounding pounding. Mike rammed in fast, pulled out slowly, giving his cock a flex inside Patrick. “I’m swirling, I’m fucking high fffffff-ughhh I wanna get fucked so hard by you kiddo, you wanna fuck me like you’re getting fucked right now?” Ben groaned. “Yeah let me be in the middle of you guys, that would be fucking hot.” Ben quickly took a pillow, folded it and positioned himself right in front of Patrick’s dripping cock. Ben’s ass was pointing straight at him, inviting them both to come closer. Ben’s meaty ass had tufts of sweaty public hair circling his ass, clumping in the sweat and saliva. Mike and Patrick, still penetrated, carefully kneeled up close to Ben to get the three of them fucking. Patrick lubed Ben’s naked cock up, as Ben mouthed his lips to Patrick and with wide eyes, “you fucking beautiful boy, youre so fucking sexy.” Patrick lined up, pressing into Ben’s cave, and could see his veiny cock slip into Ben’s soft and warm tunnel. “Haaaaawwwww yessssss big boy, your big dick feels incredible” Patrick closed his eyes in ecstasy, as his fists supported his torso on both sides of Ben’s hips. This gave Patrick support to easily back into Mike and forward into Ben. His fuck hole and his cock were getting worked together. Mike changed positions slightly, getting on his hind legs and gripping Patrick’s harness, managing himself to thrust more upwards. In unison, their trio bareback was tapping into their animalistic grunting, heaving, thrusting and moaning. Ben and Patrick reentered their deep kissing, tongue fucking and licking more aggressively. “ I’m so fucking high, holy shit you guys this stuff is so fucking good, what is this stuff again?” “It’s the G, this is a fucking good batch. We love it when we have groups over” Mike panted with his eyes shut. “Ugh I wanna do more in a bit, we should maybe do our regular dose, this was a bit less to get you started kiddo” Ben said Patrick saw the digital clock and saw that it was 3am. The night was flying. Patrick could understand one thing, and that was that he wanted to go deeper, he wanted more cock and more sweat to keep their juices flowing. As their bodies were slamming into each other, Patrick leaned back upright, rubbed his hands all over his own chest, pushing back his slick greasy hair. His armpit hair showing off, pits stinking, and feeling like the sex trophy he always wanted to be. Hands from Mike and Ben enveloped him as they breathed heavily, squeezing his flexed muscles. Mike could not go any deeper into Patrick as his thighs pressed into Patrick’s ass as far as he could reach, throwing his whole body into him. Mike was getting tenser and louder, his grip firmly squeezing Patrick’s shoulders. “Ughhh ughhh ugghhh I’m cumming a bit, oooohh fuck I’m squirting inside you” “Knock me up you fucking pig, feed me your jizz, I want your raunchy juices inside where it belongs” Patrick yelled. The pounding was getting wetter and stickier, and Patrick’s ass was loaded with Mike's natural lubricant. The bed was convulsing and rocking loudly. “Wwwooffwwofwoofwoofwoof ohh fuck yeah you like that kiddo?” Ben said. “Oh man I’m fucking exploding, your ass is so wet, I’m still cumming!” Mike was making a complete mess of Patrick, wrecking his cunt and taking complete ownership of him. Patrick could feel some of the cum splashing between his ass and Mike's crotch. “Aahhhhh!! Rrrrrrrrrr fuckkk!” Mike clenched his pelvis and ass muscles into Patrick’s caverness ass. Letting his load shoot 4 more pulses, Mike waited for his muscles to recover as his body was weakened from the intense eruption. As Mike’s energy stabilized, he pulled out his junk from Patrick’s loaded cunt, seeing his prick covered in his frothy cream. Patrick was spilling Mike’s load all over the sheets as his ass lips adjusted to the absence of Mike’s prick. Patrick paused for a moment to acknowledge Mike’s satisfied grin. Ben grabbed the back of Patrick’s sweaty neck and licked the inside of his ears and whispered “ “You fucking beautiful boy you fuck me with your big donkey dick, huh? ffffffffff-ugghhh you like that baby? You like being high in my ass?” Patrick’s body weight was completely on top of Ben, embracing him, dripping sweat and grunting in their missionary position. “Huh huh huh huh huh ooooohh fuckkk yeah, this sex is so fucking hot. Wanna do another round of that drink?” Wiping himself dry with a bath towel from the corner of the room, Mike said “Well I don’t know if you’d be down, but we could potentially expand our session a bit and see who else is out there. Don’t get me wrong I think what we’ve got going on is hot and we don’t need to do anything that we aren’t already enjoying. But how are you feeling about exploring some more?” “Like a foursome?” “Like anything we want to do honestly, we love group fucking whenever we can, and I think you’re kinda piggish like us” Ben answered with encouragement, smiling from the notion that appeared groundbreaking to Patrick. “I’m so down, there’s so many guys in this neighborhood, but the only thing is that it's pretty late to start a hookup, right? Its going on 4am.” Scrolling through his phone, Mike said “We’ve got a friend our age we’ve known for a long time, we were chatting earlier and he hosts. Super sweet guy. Check out this guy’s profile, what do you think?” Passing over the phone, Patrick was amazed to find the same guy that he was looking at just days ago. Going through the public photos, Patrick completely recognized this profile with the emojis. “I’ve never messaged him but he looks hot, what is he into?” “He’s very verse, great kisser, and loves to have his ass fisted depending on the night”. Give me your BBRT profile name and I’ll tell him to unlock for you. Is that cool?” Mike asked. “Yeah if you could that would be awesome” “He’ll send more pics in a sec. I’m messaging him now, his name’s Christopher. He does live in midtown but has a fantastic apartment on the west side, high in the clouds.” Patrick was getting super excited about continuing with Ben and Mike and getting to try yet another flavor tonight. Patrick couldn’t even think about going home yet being so horned up. “Check your messages, he says hi to you” “Opening his phone, he saw about a half a dozen unread messages, but the last 2 were unlocked pics from Christopher and a note with “hey ;) “ in the subject line. Upon opening his unlocked account, Christopher appeared to actually have a really handsome appearance. He had a beard and a good mixture of self pics and pics from his own conquests. He wasn’t handsome, he was hot with a good set of shoulders and arms, and a big swaying set of balls dangling nice and low. “Fuck he’s hot you guys” “Yeah we think so too, he’s also very generous with his supplies and likes getting his boys fucked up. I think you’d hit it off” said Ben. “He’s saying we’re still welcome to come over and he wants to meet you Patrick.” Patrick was responding back to his private message from Christopher to make an introduction. He wrote… “I’m Patrick, how’s your night? Been having a good time hanging out with Ben and Mike up here in Harlem” Pressing send, Patrick looked up to Mike and Ben who were looking at him for clarity on next steps. “I’d be down to go to his place, but its up to you two what you guys wanna do. I wanna see where our night takes us and keep exploring with you guys.” “You’re gonna like Christopher, he’s a good guy to party with” said Mike. “That also means that you’d Mike and I would be going a bit deeper with the Christopher, that’s just how the three of us have vibed for the last decade. We’d all let you figure out how much farther you wanna keep trying new things, we don’t wanna scare ya, you know?” said Ben. “I see, no I really appreciate you looking out for me. I think I’ll see once I’m there but if he has more G than I can definitely do some of that, and just see how it goes, if that’s not too weird?” “We’ll bring some supplies to contribute, don’t you worry kiddo, you’re gonna have a good time no matter what” said Mike Pulling some clothes together, Ben said “Let’s get ready to leave for Christopher’s, the car is gonna get here in about 7 minutes”.

I feel like most cum dumps I meet are either poz, trying to be poz, or like to parTy. Nothing wrong with this but are there any guys out there who like to take anon loads from strangers at bath houses but want to remain neg? I am on prep and don’t do drugs other than poppers and 420. I don’t wanna be pozzed but I also love letting big belly daddies and strangers breed me. I go to the bath house once a month and I take anon cock with a blind fold on and let a couple people breed me. Anyone else feel the same? Not seeing many guys who are like me. I would love to hear from you.

Ask him and let him guide you...he knows best what his foreskin responds to...just remember, a guy is more than just his cock...his balls can be quite responsive.

Chapter 19: Let's Get the Party Started! Sirs party add was titled " Be owned for a day." The text said if you've ever wanted to be owned by a Master, now is your chance to be owned for a few hours. Dominant but fair Master is looking to share his newly owned boy with others. The boy is not only new to being owned but to M2M sex. To be considered for an invite you must be negative and free of any and all STIs. You should be 30 or under but at least 18. If Master has any doubts on age he will ID you. You must also not be new to M2M sex. To Master, new is having less than 10 M2M BB encounters where loads were given or taken. You must be versatile and willing to fuck and be fucked. You must not speak unless Master gives you permission. You must be OK with sexual toys including, but not limited to blindfolds, ball gags and dildos of various sizes. Master is firm but fair. The only time you can speak is if you feel uncomfortable and wish to use a safe word provided to you. Sir encourages you to push your limits, which could lead to permanent ownership if both agree to it. Sir showed his ad to me and told me I had to abide by the party rules also. He explained that he would have a collar with a lock around my neck, and would be subject to anything Sir wanted, and perhaps things we have never discussed or done. I said I'd like that. I hugged and kissed Sir, saying that I knew he would always be there to make love to me, however the porns that he had seen really intrigued me. Sir said that he had many porns, and would continue to use them as training videos. With that, sir told me to shower and deep clean, while he contacted the two guys for later tonight. Sir told me that after I showered, they would sleep some to be ready for the long night ahead. Sir contacted the two guys and told them both that he was going to accept their invites, however saying it would be only 1 at a time. He told them if not interested, to delete their request to attend by 9pm as party was scheduled for 10. Ultimately one deleted his request, however Sir was OK as was one of his lesser favorites. Sir contacted the remaining one and asked if he could spend the night, not just a few hours. Sir reminded him to be totally cleaned out, and he would be both giving and receiving, and told him to make sure his 7 inch uncut cock was not cheesy. He also told him to to wear either a jock, or sexy undies. The trick responded immediately with a Yes Sir!

Absolutely. I dont spend all that time douching for nothing

I agree. I loved to see more seduction, slowly talking someone into getting fucked raw. Or some online chat, then the first meeting. Also, love sex to be verbal and nasty. AND...I HATE it when a Top pulls-out to cum. The first shot or two are the strongest and usually largest. It's a pure waste to shoot that outside a man's hole when he wants as much sperm inside as he can get.

Neg on PrEP here. Occasional 420 and amyl only. Don't really understand the 'negativity' towards PrEP (no pun intended!) in some posts here. I reckon it may be the salvation we've been looking for, along with good treatments, to eliminate HIV and protect our own special community! I'm on daily PrEP and haven't really had a condom in me in six years. Well, maybe one or two when I wasn't looking! 😃 But I am also still a bit cautious. Not sure I want to test the absolute limits of PrEP. I will take multiple loads occasionally at saunas and sex parties. But tend to filter sero status on apps to neg and undetectable. I reckon if they are publicly claiming that, then the risk is at least a bit lower. I definitely want to avoid becoming poz, with it's health and medication implications. Peace all.

Took 7 loads from a few fwbs today, then went to an orgy. After hooking up with a couple guys at the orgy, this cute otter bred me. Then we got White Castle afterwards lol

After my last encounter getting used blindfolded, I've started to form a mentor/sub type of relationship with him. We still haven't met face to face outside of a sexual context, but we've been texting a lot, especially about my training to become a better faggot. Our next encounter was to also be anonymous, but this time I wasn't told in advance what was going to happen. I was to show up at his place again, strip, blindfold myself, and then await instructions. But this time, he added that I should keep my shoes on. I wasn't sure what to make of that, but I was about to find out. This time, we met much later in the evening - 2am. I showed up, stripped, kept my shoes on, blindfolded myself, and called out that I was ready. I heard footsteps, and was told to stand up and bend over, and a vibrating plug was inserted in my ass. My mentor then led me to a car and buckled me in. I nervously asked where we were going, but all he said was, "Trust me, faggot". I admit that this complete surrender of power was an intensely erotic experience for me. I was placing myself in an incredibly vulnerable position, giving up full control, with no clothing, cellphone, or wallet, and being driven in a car to who knows where. After maybe 10-15 minutes, the car stopped, and he got me out of the car. We got out of the car and walked a short distance. It was pretty cold out, maybe 40 degrees, but I was so nervous and horny that I wasn't cold. I was ordered down on my hands and knees, and told to "smile for the camera, faggot". Then the plug was pulled out of my ass and replaced with cock. I felt a building pressure in my prostate - the thrill of being naked outdoors, totally vulnerable and in a compromised position, combined with my mentor's cock slamming into my prostate was enough to send me over the edge and shoot hands free. He laughed when I came, my hole spasming around his cock - "You even cum like a faggot." He came in me pretty soon afterwards, and put the plug back in me to keep his cum inside me "so my fag body could absorb it". He kissed me on the lips and told me I was a good faggot. He put me back in the car and we drove back, still blindfolded. After getting back to his garage, he bent me over, took the plug out of my ass, and felched his load out of my ass. He then snowballed it into my mouth and we made out with his load before I swallowed it. This made me hard again - the smell/taste of cum drives me wild even if I've already cum. He just chuckled and sent me on my way. Since then, we've chatted via text about about next steps in my training. He definitely said I needed deep throat training (my gag reflex is pretty bad), and also talked about making me a free-use faggot. We discussed other mutual interests, including power exchange and degradation - especially in the context of age difference. Turns out we both really like the idea of a younger guy being 'corrupted' by older men. We'd also work on multiple daily breedings (especially figuring out the logistics aspect, since I have roommates and can't host), watersports, and going to bathouses/cruising spots. We also discussed a number of things I hadn't thought about but was intrigued by and would be willing to try, including impact play. I'm very much looking forward to what he has planned for me.

I'm sorry to know you're so disappointed with the site. Why not just stop visiting? Throwing road-apples doesn't help anything.

Chapter 19: Let's Get the Party Started! Sirs party add was titled " Be owned for a day." The text said if you've ever wanted to be owned by a Master, now is your chance to be owned for a few hours. Dominant but fair Master is looking to share his newly owned boy with others. The boy is not only new to being owned but to M2M sex. To be considered for an invite you must be negative and free of any and all STIs. You should be 30 or under but at least 18. If Master has any doubts on age he will ID you. You must also not be new to M2M sex. To Master, new is having less than 10 M2M BB encounters where loads were given or taken. You must be versatile and willing to fuck and be fucked. You must not speak unless Master gives you permission. You must be OK with sexual toys including, but not limited to blindfolds, ball gags and dildos of various sizes. Master is firm but fair. The only time you can speak is if you feel uncomfortable and wish to use a safe word provided to you. Sir encourages you to push your limits, which could lead to permanent ownership if both agree to it. Sir showed his ad to me and told me I had to abide by the party rules also. He explained that he would have a collar with a lock around my neck, and would be subject to anything Sir wanted, and perhaps things we have never discussed or done. I said I'd like that. I hugged and kissed Sir, saying that I knew he would always be there to make love to me, however the porns that he had seen really intrigued me. Sir said that he had many porns, and would continue to use them as training videos. With that, sir told me to shower and deep clean, while he contacted the two guys for later tonight. Sir told me that after I showered, they would sleep some to be ready for the long night ahead. Sir contacted the two guys and told them both that he was going to accept their invites, however saying it would be only 1 at a time. He told them if not interested, to delete their request to attend by 9pm as party was scheduled for 10. Ultimately one deleted his request, however Sir was OK as was one of his lesser favorites. Sir contacted the remaining one and asked if he could spend the night, not just a few hours. Sir reminded him to be totally cleaned out, and he would be both giving and receiving, and told him to make sure his 7 inch uncut cock was not cheesy. He also told him to to wear either a jock, or sexy undies. The trick responded immediately with a Yes Sir!

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lxZF8Yt0lJwI Finally found the long version of this...fucking hot, always wanted to try a sling!

I was going to meet up with a guy that was coming to JFK at his hotel. Flight got canceled but I was still horny as fuck so I headed to Sinderella ABS. The video arcade was pretty dead but found a Latino guy jerking off in a glory hole booth. I blew him a little and he got rock hard but he wasn’t very big maybe 4.5 to 5 inches. I never pass up a rock hard dick of any size so I put my hole to the hole and he started fucking me nicely. But he would always stop after 6-10 thrusts and I couldn’t figure out why. Was it the angle? Nope turns out he was filming the fuck from his pov. That got me super excited so I blew him some more with the lower part of my face on camera. Then we kept fucking. Needless to say this sent me over the moon. After a bit I pulled up my jeans and went to go to knock on his booth door but he bolted. I followed him and he saw me duck into another booth with a huge glory hole so he took the cue and went into the adjacent booth. I put my ass to the hole and plunged right back in. I could tell from the light coming through the glory hole he was fuming the entire fuck nonstop now. He stopped and pulled out once and put finger in my hole to show the huge gape now that I’m taking a fist and plunged back in for another round. After about a minute ir so his pace picked up so I spread my bass checks and pushed back as hard as I could on his cock and because he was smaller I could tell he was flooding my hole and filming it. He stayed in me for close to half a minute then pulled out and put his finger back to my cum filled hole and worked it back and forth as he filmed. I kept my ass to the hole wile his cum leaked and didn’t move until is camera light went off and he disappeared. Never really saw his face lol. I then found another booth with a guy stroking a much bigger dick and motioned him to put his dick through. I blew him and then put my crummy ass to the hole and he instantly rammed hi dick in me. Problem was the height of this glory hoke was wrong for both of us so he pulled out. I went to blow him but he was furiously jerking his dick and motioned me to turn around so I did and he pushed back in and started cumming then pulled out and continued to cum on my ass and hole. I thought he was finished so I started to pull away too soon so my whole ass was covered pretty good. He took off so I I went to go to another booth with no holes and a chair so I could play with all this cum. I didn’t bother to pull anything up so as I walked the corridor this guy comes behind me and starts groping my ass and fed me the cum off his fingers. A hot night.

Brian! You okay?” Was the only thing I could think of as the robed figure pushed what I could only assume was his hard penis inside my ass. Okay… maybe it came out more like ‘UNNMGGGHHHHH, BBBBBBRRRR….GIUUIUUNNNCHHHHGH, FUUUUUUCCCKKKK.’ My face was pressed (not voluntarily) against the bench back. “Relax, Penitent”. The gruff voice said. “Mmmmmm, It hurts……. “ I cried. It was a long whelping cry, after the first raging painful grunting negation. “That’s the punishment. This is the sin. Do you accept the sin of your brother?” The voice asked. A familiar voice. A comforting voice. “Yes. Yes. YES! I ACCEPT YOUR SIN.” I said, gasping. I know it was Brian’s dad. I would take his sin. I wanted his sin. His sin was worth carrying. “All of my sin? Will you take it? Will you bear it?” He said, gruffly. “Yes, sir I will take your sin. Please, Let me carry your sin.” I said as his thick girth stretched my virgin asshole. I would do this for Brian’s dad, as much as it hurt, gladly, no matter what it cost me. As a man, it was my duty to take this sin inside. I would carry it in my dirty bottom until I could rid myself of it. Brian’s dad grunted and thrust inside my unsullied 18 year old hole because my purity let him dispel the concentrated sin he had built up during his life. I could wipe him clean. For me, an 18 year old virgin without sin, I could take the burden. “Please! Give me your sin! I will take it!” I grunted out to him as he painfully broke inside my virgin hole. “My sin is dirty” He cried, and he sounded bereft. “You are pure, and I don’t know if I can make you carry it.” He said, almost crying, still thrusting up inside of me. Our act was a sin in itself, but I know that’s what this ceremony was intended to contain. If we must sin, let us make sure we keep it among those who can bear it, and release it to Christ. Wow. Brian’s dad had a big penis… a big cock.. Oh Lord forgive me, it hurt. It was so big. It tore my virgin hole, and I knew I must be bleeding even as he used my blood as a lubricant to thrust up deep into my most intimate depths, but he would not be denied, and I would not deny him this opportunity to release the sin he carried. And so I relaxed into the pain, the invasion, the indefensible battering of his brutal thick manhood, letting him take me from behind as I remained pinnned on the upright workout bench. My friend Brian was likewise pinned up against his bench, being gifted by Bishop Jacob. Brian’s face was frozen in ecstasy, and I watched while Bishop Jacob’s thick cock rammed into Brian’s meaty ass over and over again. “We’re so lucky.” Brian grunted as Bishop Jacob punched up into his secret man regions. “We can take way more sin than the other dudes, man.” He said. “We’re tough. “Dude, you and me, we can take all of it.” He smiled. God, he was so handsome. He was right. We could handle more than anyone. Bishop Jacob slammed his hand onto Brian’s face and pinned it to the bench back. Brian grinned and licked his lips. Brian’s dad wrapped his hands around my chest. “Michael, let’s get you turned around.” he said, so gently, with love. “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.” I said. For Brian’s dad I would do anything. Honestly, for any of the Elders I would. It was worth it, it was important. “Good boy.” The Elder said. Once I was turned around, Brian’s dad shoved his fat dick back inside me. “Mmmmmmm.” He groaned. “Once Brian’s mom knew, she divorced me.” He said. “That’s not easily done in the church.” As his thick, long cock forced its way into my poor 18 year old virgin hole, I found it difficult to make conversation. Brian’s dad leaned down and put his face to mine. “It’s okay”. He said then leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I felt relief. Elder Robert, Brian’s dad, was a major figure in the church. I needed to be here for him. I could take his sin, his confession, his pain. And part of me said I could be there for him whenever he needed, to erase, to absolve, to relieve, to take the sin he built up. And so I told him, with my big linebacker legs pulled wide and up so he could thrust his thick cock inside me. “I will take it for you. Please. Give it to me.” He looked at me, his eyes nearly filled with tears. “It’s more than you should bear, Michael.” He said, his voice breaking. “It’ is my shame, A sin no one should bear.” As he thrust into me, the sin already complete, I breathed. “I will share your sin. Please.” “You have to understand.” His thrusts were gentle. They were slow, but fully deep. “I’ve tried to keep Brian from the worst of it, but he’s wild.” It was excruciating, he pulled all the way out, then pushed ALL the way back inside, to the balls. Brian’s dad had a HUGE cock. Mostly normal at the head and middle, but shaped like a traffic cone, so the base was thicker than a baked potato. “It’s not for me to bring him into the secret brotherhood. But you can help him.” I grunted and gasped. “Unnngggghhhh” I grunted as he thrusted. My ass was on fire and it hurt so bad. But he needed it so badly that I pulled my legs back to let him push into me as much as he needed to. “Michael, will you let me gift you with my seed?” He was struggling with what he had to do. Why? He had to know I would accept his sin. If he let his seed flow into me, that was why we were here, to allow his sin to dilute to the next generation. “Yes! Let me take your seed. I will take your sin, Sir and take it as many times as you need.” I said. I was not expecting Brian’s dad to kiss me then, but as I felt him giving me his precious seed he forced his mouth upon mine and we shared the deepest kiss of pure emotion I have ever felt. I am sure God himself saw that kiss, and approved. Soon after that, Brian’s dad and Bishop Jacob traded places, and if I was shocked by Brian’s dad fucking his son, it didn’t have a lot of mental room to consider any of that as Bishop Jacob was kind enough to give me four of his sins. And when Bishop Jacob kissed me, I felt like I was floating in the arms of God himself.

I was a bareback top for a while, and then decided to start bottoming. The first 2 cocks I had inside me were wrapped, and I planned on most guys wrapping up if I were going to bottom (I was pretty terrified of getting any STI), that is until some stud in a bathhouse came by and seduced the hell out of me. He promised me he'd wrap up, but since I was new to bottoming he needed to open me up some. So he gave me his poppers to huff while he rimmed the hell out of me. He asked me to take a hit and then said he'll put a condom on after he puts his head inside me raw just to help me open up a bit, I didnt object because it felt amazing and I thought it would only be for a few seconds, then he'd slide out and wrap up. He made me take another hit and told me I was still too tight, so he wanted to slide a bit deeper in to open me up before wrapping up. He knew this was riskier, so he kept making me take hits of poppers and then had me smell his musk. Then, his final move, was to have me take another hit as he slid his raw cock all the way in balls deep.

Part 1 — Seduction This was our third summer as a couple, and we decided to rent a house with friends in Ptown to celebrate James’ 28th birthday. He’d been to Ptown several times in the past, and loved the energy of the town during high season. Days spent on the beach, biking, carousing at Tea Dance, and clubbing at night. Rinse and repeat. We started our week in Ptown with a beach day. Our group trudged across the hot dunes to Boys Beach where we could shuck our clothes and lay out naked. Despite his superior looks and body, James wasn’t one to go naked in public often, preferring to keep a certain level of mystery. He stripped down to a black speedo. His speedo followed the contours of his firm ass, and hinted at the large cock tucked into the ample pouch. James was charismatic, athletic, and stood at 5’11” with black hair and a caramel tan. He had been a triathlete in college, and retained that physique. Tall with strong shoulders, well developed pecs, and solid legs built by years of running, biking, and swimming. He had competed right through college, but decided upon a different career. He was confident in his body, but not cocky. I had been drawn to his looks the moment we met through a mutual friend, and still relished seeing him naked any chance I got. His previous boyfriend had kept him under lock and key, chastising him if he appeared shirtless in public, and never allowed him to wear a speedo or dance shirtless. All that changed with me. He’d found the liberation he didn’t even know he was seeking. James laid out beside me in the full sun, enjoying the heat on his skin and the feel of the sand around his feet. There was a steady parade of men streaming onto the beach, and we shared some discreet comments among ourselves from our spot at the base of the dune. The buffet was tantalizing, sporting a wide range of body types and ages. People were spread out across the beach with plenty of space between enclaves of blankets and umbrellas. After about an hour, one brave soul set down his towel about 10 yards from us. He was nicely built with a deep tan and thick hair. He stripped down and sat on his towel, settling into the routine of people watching. After he’d settled in, a couple of our friends went over to meet him and make small talk. James followed a few minutes later, joining the conversation. I watched his body language, and that of the new guy on the beach. The new guy stood and shook hands with James, then stood chatting for awhile. When our friends came back to the blankets, James lingered, both men crouching down in the sand. The stranger rested a hand on James’ shoulder just before James came back to our blanket. He was very animated as he started talking. “His name is Martin. He lives in the US, but is originally from Britain.” James loves an accent on a sexy man. “And guess what? He’s in the entertainment industry!” James went on in some detail – more than I was honestly interested in – about Martin’s accomplishments and notoriety. As I half-listened, more interested in my card game with friends on their adjoining blanket, I recognized a couple of the titles he rattled off. James went on for about an hour, even as we all went down to the water for a swim. Martin wandered down and swam with us. We had a pleasant group conversation, lot of laughter, and spontaneous flirting. I was entertained by a playful competition among James and a couple of our friends for Martin’s attention. Martin was very handsome, and his body was nicely defined. Not over developed, but he was someone who clearly ate healthy and had a long-term exercise regimen. He was closer to my height, shorter than James by a few inches. His black hair was thick on top with shaved sides for the summer, with some flecks of gray adding character. His accent was admittedly sexy, and he spoke with an assured confidence from years of public life. I noted he avoided the sexualized banter a few friends introduced, and preferred to keep the conversation more neutral. He shared he had rented a house for the season, and his long-term partner was in and out for the summer – away currently. We were back and forth to the water a few times, and Martin often came to join us. He and James were sharing stories of their respective professional backgrounds. Martin was probably in his late 40s, given his accomplishments and the timeline he was painting. James was clearly star struck. His hand found its way to resting on Martin’s shoulder more frequently, and his body language brought them closer together in the water. By mid-afternoon we packed up to get ready for our first Tea Dance of the week – the official presentation of contestants in the week’s competition to find love – either temporary or longer term. At the house showered and picked out our “coming out” outfits for Tea. Tea Dance is always busy on a Saturday, and today was no exception. We ran into unexpected friends from prior trips and even a friend from college. After a few cocktails, our group migrated to the dance floor for the final hour. Shirts were off and the bodies were packed in against one another. Put a lot of barely dressed gay men together on a dance floor and you’ll always gets sexualized energy. I noticed that Martin had arrived and made his way onto the dance floor. He and James were dancing together, the crowd pushing them closer together. After a few minutes, hands were tentatively exploring one another, and finally arms were around them as they danced together. James felt the hard muscles of Martin’s abs pressing against his own, and felt his cock stirring as Martin ran his hand down his lower back and squeezed James’ ass. “Ohhhhh,” James breathed, barely audible with the music playing overhead; but Martin heard it, and smiled in response. “Someone likes that,” this time squeezing James tight ass with both hands. Martin leaned his face into James’ and kissed him briefly, then followed with a longer, deeper kiss. The two wrapped themselves around one another amid the throng of men dancing, immersed in a private moment of exploration. They then separated and began dancing again, their eyes holding one another, hands casually exploring one another’s upper body. As Tea wrapped up, the two walked up the driveway together, hand in hand. I wondered if James and Martin might not slip away together, but they only talked a moment and then Martin left. James was giddy the rest of the evening. At dinner he often brought up Martin. We all headed out for drinks that night before finally landing at A-House for more dancing. James was dressed casually, with shorts, sneakers and a tight fitting T-shirt. The place was muggy with the summer heat, despite some air conditioning. Everyone was quickly shirtless, dancing, and covered in a sheen of sweat. I eventually wandered outside for a drink and some slightly cooler air. When I came back, Martin had found James on the dance floor. He was also shirtless, wearing a tight pair of black shorts and matching shoes. There was clearly chemistry between them that was simmering. Martin had his hands on James’ bare waist, and James was running his hands up and down Martin’s fuzzy chest. Their movements had a stronger sexual connection, and at times Martin turned James around to grind against his ass. James’ closed his eyes, caught up in the intense sexual energy of Martin grinding his pelvis against his ass. Each knew what the other was saying through their movements. James took a break once around midnight, stopping by our group gathered on the back deck having drinks. He was covered in sweat and smiling from ear-to-ear, looking positively radiant. There were some thinly veiled jealous remarks from one of our friends, to which James just winked before returning to his sexually charged tease on the dance floor. Martin and James kissed more frequently that last hour, their hands never leaving the other’s body. The DJ announced last call to the crowded club. Martin slipped a hand down the back of James shorts; James face was lost in ecstasy, and he stopped dancing altogether as the intense sensations of Martin tenderly probing his hole took him. His breathing was suddenly more intense; he half opened his eyes and stared into Martin’s face. Martin was very deliberate in his motion, tenderly massaging the sphincter. James’ hole felt very smooth, and Martin used the trickles of sweat rolling off James’ back to lubricate his finger and gingerly penetrate him. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make James’ head explode. He reached down and kissed Martin furiously. “I think it’s time to go,” Martin said into James’ ear. “I have something I want to give you.” James nodded silently. Martin withdrew his hand from James’ shorts, took the younger man’s hand, and lead him out of the bar. They walked hand-in-hand down Commercial Street, passing the growing throng in front of Spiritus without stopping or even making eye contact with anyone else. They were focused on one another. I followed along a short distance behind, totally turned on by seeing my boyfriend being lead away by this other man, witnessing the sexual energy developing between them. They walked into the West End of town, zig-zagging a couple blocks until reaching what seemed to be Martin’s rental for the summer. It was a nice house, somewhat private, with a wrap-around porch. Martin lead James inside, closing the screen door behind them, but leaving the wooden door open for circulation. He and James kissed, long and deep, finally free of the watchful eyes of others (well, except mine). They were still in only their shorts and sneakers, which were quickly peeled away and discarded on the living room floor. I kicked off my shoes and padded silently across the porch – it seemed to circle the entire house. I could hear Martin and my boyfriend inside, still standing in the living room, now completely naked. Martin’s hands were firmly on James’ ass, massaging it slowly. James had draped his arms over Martin’s shoulders, reveling in their kiss and Martin’s tender massaging. After many long minutes, Martin broke their embrace and lead James toward the back of the house. The back of the house was dark, until a single light appeared in a tiny window. James appeared to be using the bathroom, while Martin moved to the bedroom in the far corner of the house. One by one, a series of candles were lit around the room, spreading a warm light across a large bed with light linens. Martin stepped closer to the window I was now standing outside, and I could see his naked body illuminated in the expanding candlelight. His cock was pointing straight ahead, at least 7 inches with a hefty girth. Martin felt the cool night air blowing in through the windows in the room, and stepped up to each to open them all the way. I stood frozen in the porch shadows, holding my breath. There wasn’t much room between the bed and the windows, just enough to get out of the bed. After opening the bedroom windows, Martin turned around just as James stepped into the room. James was naked, his own thick cock that I knew so intimately was standing fully erect at 7 ½ inches. His muscular body was also glazed in the warm candlelight. Martin felt desire rising in him again, examining James’ body as it moved across the room. James’ toned legs and torso were youthful and finely sculpted. He had noticed James right away on the beach. James had shared he was traveling with his boyfriend, but Martin was pleasantly surprised to find that didn’t seem to be a barrier to his plans. James had responded to his careful ministrations on both dance floors, and now he was here offering himself to Martin. Martin wrapped his arms around James’ waist, pulling him in. He tilted his head upward and kissed him, feeling James’ muscles tighten and then relax, almost melting in his embrace. James was taller than him, beautifully toned and athletically sculpted, masculine with a hot face, and much younger – a bit more than 20 years. Martin’s favorite combination. James was star struck – Martin recognized it – and knew what it offered him tonight. James was held captive by the intense sexual energy between them, his body quivering each time Martin tenderly traced his finger tips along the sides of his body. Martin reached back, warming James’ ass cheeks with the palms of his hands, and then slowly introduced a finger to begin probing again. James groaned quietly, his body weight leaning more heavily on Martin. “You’re the hottest guy in town this week,” he said quietly in the gently moving night air. James just looked at him. “I could say the same thing.” He added pressure against James’ soft hole, making the young man groan with pleasure, his eyes closing and head rolling back slightly as he pressed his body against Martin’s. He’s already surrendered, Martin thought to himself with a smile. His cock felt even harder now, relishing James’ slow submission and anticipating what he was going to do to this incredibly beautiful young man. “Let’s move to the bed,” he suggested, taking James’ hand and leading him to the silky linens. He unexpectedly spun James around and tossed him onto the bed. James slid across the silky sheets, grinning wildly at the sudden domination, his body somewhat awkwardly half-spinning on the slick surface, his legs in the air until he found his equilibrium again. Martin moved like a tiger, crawling onto the bed and over James’ naked body. He settled his weight on top of James, pushing him into the mattress, and kissed him again. James groaned in bliss. Martin was grinding his body against James, and James’ body was wrapping itself around Martin’s. Their bodies were silhouetted against the white linens, and they moved in the tight grip of desire. James felt the weight of Martin’s body pressed into him, the heat of his skin was tantalizing, and he desperately wanted more. James wasn’t touching his ass at the moment, and James was aware of how intensely it wanted to be touched. Martin sat up and rolled to James side. James stared at the magnificent body glowing in the candlelight. He couldn’t put words to it in his head, but Martin was the sexiest man he’d ever encountered – but even more than sexy. Martin rolled to the side of the bed, opening a draw in the nightstand, and pulling out some items. Then he picked up one of the glasses he’d set down when he first came into the room to light the candles. He took a sip, then another. He rolled back toward James, and tenderly caressed his face. “You are just beautiful,” he said softly. “Not as beautiful as you,” James responded. His eyes were locked in Martin’s. He’s mine, Martin thought. Martin’s hand slowly moved down the length of James’ torso, eliciting a soft moan. “I love your body. I loved watching you today. Every thing you did was so captivating.” He leaned in closer and kissed James again. “Before we go further, I just want to be sure you know I am positive.” James didn’t know what to say in that moment. His head was immersed in the intense sexual energy. His body felt completely supple and was craving more of Martin’s touch. “Okay,” was all he could muster to say in that moment. He knew he should say something more, but couldn’t. Martin rolled on top of him. James surrendered to the feeling of Martin’s amazing body against his own. Martin pinned his wrists above his head and began kissing his neck. James gasped, the thrill of being restrained made his heart pound faster, and he instinctively wrapped his powerful legs around Martin’s. James started to grind his rock hard cock against the older Brit’s. Martin immediately returned the grinding. James started to writhe beneath him. “Oh fuck!” James exclaimed, so loudly I could clearly hear him on the porch, and wondered about the neighbors. “That’s it,” Martin said tenderly. “That’s it, James. Give yourself to me. Just let go. Can you do that? Are you giving yourself to me?” James was panting heavily now. “Yes!” He breathed hard. “Take me! I want you to take my ass, Martin!”

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

A week ago I received his standard email message "Oi Rapehole, its time" meaning he wanted another session. Those 4 words strike an almost overpowering surge of emotion within my mind and in my arse. A flood of euphoric excitement mixed with abject terror causing my guts and in particular my tight arsehole, to clench in fear. I sat in front of the computer screen reading those four words over and over as flashbacks of our previous sessions replayed like a pornographic horror movie in my mind. In cartoons the hero often has an angel and a devil on each shoulder arguing the pros and cons of an action. I was having a similar experience as my mind argued about going through with this again. Replaying past sessions reminding me of the hurt, the pain, the degradation and humiliation. I grabbed a coke zero from the fridge and drained it in seconds as I tried to calm down and make the rational choice. Within minutes I had booked the flights to London I had met Dan over a year ago during a trip to London for work. He was a maintenance worker on the London underground which kept him fit and strong he had a firm toned hairy body and a thick 7" cock between his legs. we had originally met on an App called Growlr (Grinder for Bears). During the course of our conversations he had admitted he was into spanking and liked to cause pain. I confessed I was a bit of a pain pig and loved rough sex and after a couple of weeks of chat I had another business trip to London and he agreed to meet me in my hotel room. our initial session was intense but tame compared to our other sessions however it helped me to convince him I wasn’t a psychodrama queen - talking big but crumpling into a mewling pathetic "oh daddy please stop it hurts, its too much" timewaster after a few spanks over the following months I'd meet dan for sessions as we explored our darker fantasies. Finally, we discussed ways to allow him to become more aggressive in his punishment of my ass and I raised the idea of a brutal ass-rape and asked if it was something he would consider. he warned me it would be extremely painful and if we did it, he wouldn’t stop for anything. No safe word, no tapping out, no limits. He tried to warn me he would abuse and degrade me for his amusement only. that nothing in the session would be (intentionally) for my enjoyment. he took a copy of our online chats as security - showing that I knew what I was getting into and had asked for it - in case I changed my mind afterwards and claimed I was an unwilling participant. he then set some rules: # A spotless clean hole # no stretching with toys # no poppers until he gave permission and definitely not before he was balls deep in my rapehole # and finally, and most obviously - No lube he said it was for "authenticity". that if I was grabbed by a rapist on the street I wouldn’t get any of those things so why start our scenario by cheating. he said if I cheated then he wouldn’t be able to trust me anymore and we wouldn’t hookup again. I agreed to his terms and made the arrangements. I booked an apartment near kings cross which would be handy for him when he finished work. at 6:10 on the day in question the buzzer to the front door sounded and I pushed the button, fear causing my insides to clench as I assumed the instructed position on the bed - head down Arse raised and pointing towards the door. I was to stay in this position during the raping and not look at him I heard him coming into the apartment and dropping his bag on the floor then his jacket fell on the floor beside it. I wanted to look around and see his handsome face but I dared not disobey. this was gonna be hard enough without pissing him off *SMACK* he swung his arm in a wide arc, his massive hand striking my right arse cheek Hard. I yelped then yelped again as he struck the other raised arsecheek I could feel the heat from his body against my arse. he was standing right behind me. I felt his warm breath against my hole then his dry middle finger was shoved right up my tight bung hole. I grunted as he pistoned it in and out roughly for a few seconds before pulling his finger out and putting it in my mouth ordering me to lick it. I thought he was gonna apply the spit slicked finger back into my hole to provide some relief but no it was just another humiliation. I could hear him getting undressed, occasionally slapping my presented arse hard. he started talking in a low voice, describing what my terrified butthole looks like. reminding me I had agreed to this, quoting my own words from our recorded chats. questioning the room at large if my hole was likely to rip when he went in. finally, I felt him standing behind me his furry thighs pressed against me, his rock hard cock pushing gently between my cheeks and pressing softly almost tenderly against my pucker. If my hole could talk it would have been screaming at me to pull away. I braced myself for the initial thrust I knew the pain was inevitable at this point when suddenly *Smack* he hit me across the back of my head hard - I was seeing stars "you dumb fuck, almost forgot your present" he threw his dirty boxershorts on the bed in front of me. he had obviously been wearing them all day if not longer. "turn them bad boys inside out slut". I obeyed, noticing evidence of various stains on the off-white material. "Now stuff them in your gob - don’t want the neighbours complaining". I reluctantly obeyed his nob was still pressed against my "rapehole". he grasped my hips strongly putting more pressure on my dry hole. I braced myself "Slut this shit just got real - Do you really want me to rape you???" in fear I shook my head "NO" "Good!!" He rammed his dry cock inside me. I screamed!!!!!!!!!! I tried to lunge forward to escape from this violent intrusion. I lost all sense of perspective, my entire world shrunk down to the fiery inferno pain in my arse. I had managed to dislodge only about an inch of his cock from my burning shithole but it was enough to piss him off. he pulled me back onto it causing fresh pain in my hole and guts. he started slamming deep aggressive thrusts into my ass, every so often he would slap my ass or the back of my head or punch me in the kidneys This was Waaaaaay beyond the fantasy, this was more painful than I could have imagined. Dan slapped my ass hard a few times saying "fucking slut, why didnt you tell me you were having your period" and laughed. Dan's kidney shots were also having an effect. At one point I thought I was leaking pre-cum but it turned out I was pissing myself Finally, Dan started to thrust in short fast strokes till suddenly with a growl he started unloading his spunk inside my torn shitter. He fell on top of my and after a few minutes rest he pulled out and ordered me to clean his cock As I suspected it was streaked with blood. I stood up, he wrapped his arms around me and I did the same to him and whispered in his ear "Hello Sir... Thank you!!!" I had a big grin on my face and I kissed him deeply and passionately This was the start of a long, painful and degrading night for me as Dan abused me in many ways. It was the first of four loads I took that night from him and the first of many similar sessions So Here I am again, head down arse up in response to his 4-word summons, waiting for the buzzer to sound. He said that tonight was gonna be special but didnt elaborate. I'm as scared today as I was back then. It feels like rape each time but can you really rape the willing???

I've shared a few stories with you guys, but this is the first time Matt ever took a load other than mine. When we first started dating, I was 2 years older than him and he was still in his teens. When I was at school, I was 30 min away and home was 3 hours away from him. About 8 months into our relationship, we had a few threesomes, all using condoms, because we were being good boys. However, this was the incident that really turned us into bareback lovers. We had been fucking each other bareback pretty much from a month into our relationship. Matt and I were apart for about 3 weeks, when he asked if he could hook up with someone. We had done it once each before this, so I asked him about the guy he wants to hook up with. Turns out he was a bit older. He was 31 and Matt was 18 at the time, just shy of 19. His name was Billy, about 6'3" tall, 175 pounds of slim muscle. Great 6 pack, smooth chest, trimmed pubes, dark hair, green eyes and a 9" cock. Up to this point Matt and I were very vanilla, with the exception of our condom using threesomes and some watersports. Billy had found Matt on Adam4Adam and the convo went from there. Billy lived about 45 minutes away and told Matt he would pick him up and bring him to his house and take him home. Prior to this, our only other hook ups were with friends we threesomed with. But I could tell how horny Matt was and I told him that I was ok with it. Billy, whom I have to thank for my voyeuristic side, began messaging me and told me he'd put the webcam on so I could watch (using Yahoo messenger haha). Billy told me that he'd be safe, but he gets very rough, demanding of his bottoms, and does what he wants. Matt and I were fine with those demands. The following saturday, Billy picked Matt up around 10am and brought him back to his place. As promised, Billy got on Yahoo messenger and turned on the webcam. This was a first for me and I had already jerked off once that morning in anticipation. Billy turned his mic on so I could hear as well. At that time, I didn't have a mic on my computer so I couldn't converse back. Billy, now that I look back on it, conveniently muted his computer so my IMs couldn't be heard and disrupt the two of them. Billy was in his desk chair when he called Matt over. He told him to get on top of him. I watched as Matt swung his legs over Billy's and wrapped his arms around his waist. Billy said to Matt, "I'm gonna get a little rough once we get going and once I start, I don't stop until I cum. You sure you're ready?". Matt looked at him and nodded his approval, visibly nervous, but turned on as he could feel Billy's 9" cock poking him through his jeans. Billy leaned forward and kissed Matt gently. He then grabbed Matt and pulled him in deep, locking their lips and tongues together. Billy's hands were roaming my boyfriend's body through his clothing and Matt was doing the same to Billy. Billy pulled back and told Matt to strip naked. Matt stood up and removed his tshirt, revealing his smooth twink body. Billy pulled Matt towards him, giving Matt's chest and stomach some kisses and sucking on his nipples a bit. Matt kicked off his socks, then lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his rock hard 7" cock. Billy bent down and began to kiss Matt's cock, slowly licking it and his balls. Matt was moaning telling Billy how good his mouth feels. Billy removed his mouth from Matt's cock and told Matt it was time to see how good Matt was with his mouth. Matt went for Billy's jeans but Billy said to start with his socks. Matt was confused, but obliged, removing his socks. Billy told Matt that if he wants to get fucked, he is going to worship his body. Matt asked what he meant, and Billy told him to kiss his entire body, head to toe. Matt nervously began to kiss Billy's feet as Billy started to get going. Billy said Matt needs to do a better job. So Matt began to kiss and lick his feet. Once Billy was satisfied, he told him to take off his shirt. Matt lifted Billy's shirt off and began to kiss his abs. After that, Matt moved up to his nipples and kissed and licked his way around those. Billy then stood up and told Matt he's earned his cock. Matt undid Billy's button and unzipped them, Billy was going commando, and his massive cock flopped out. Matt stared at the biggest cock he'd encountered. Billy grabbed Matt's head and kissed him again, then told him to get to his knees. Still holding Matt's head, Billy was waving his cock back and forth, hitting Matt in the face. Billy then wiped some precum off his cock and told Matt to taste it. Matt licked his fingers getting a taste of Billy. Billy then told Matt to open wide. Matt opened up and Billy shoved his cock down Matt's throat, gagging him as he tried to go 9" deep. After Matt gagged, Billy told him he's gonna have to do better. Matt asked if he could suck at his pace for a big. Billy allowed Matt to wrap a hand around his cock and slowly work more and more of that cock down his throat. Billy was moaning, hands through Matt's hair, then he grabbed Matt's hair and went back to fucking Matt's throat. Shoving himself as deep as he could. Matt was doing the best as he could, but Billy didn't care. Matt's eyes teared from gagging and Billy pulled out saying he's had better, but not bad for a kid. He then told Matt to get on his knees on the office chair, facing away from him. Matt did that as Billy grabbed lube and condoms out. Billy went down and began to eat Matt's ass. Being rimmed is a sure fire way to get your cock in Matt's ass. Matt was moaning, pushing his ass back on Billy's tongue. Billy stood up and lubed his dick. At this point, I messaged him about a condom. But the computer was muted and the conversation was minimized. Billy looked at the camera, shrugged with a smirk and said, "This ass is gonna feel so good. I bet you're so fucking tight". I tried once more to message him about using a condom, but Billy didn't look or care. He was going to do what he wanted to my boyfriend. Billy placed his cock at the entrance to Matt's hole and he slowly penetrated Matt's tight ass. Matt yelled in pain as he was being stretched more than ever before. I watched, both angry and extremely turned on, as Billy went where only I had ever gone before. Burying his 9" bare cock in my boyfriend. Billy finally worked all 9" balls deep and held his cock there for a moment. He complimented Matt, telling him, "Fuck, your ass feels so good. I'm gonna cum pretty quick. But I'm not going to stop until I cum twice. Got it?". Matt meekly answered, "Whatever you want". Billy smiled and grabbed Matt by the hips and slowly began to work his cock in and out of Matt's bare ass. Matt was unaware he was taking it raw. His eyes were closed, focusing on that massive cock in him. Billy slowly pulled out and slammed himself back into Matt. Billy was moaning loudly and told Matt it won't be very long for his first load. Billy was biting Matt's neck, putting his entire body up against Matt's. Billy's thrusts became faster, harder, and Billy's moans were deeper. He told Matt to get ready, he was about to cum. I watched as Billy tensed up and I knew he had just cum in my boyfriend. I was rock hard, but I was angry. As Billy wasted no time, he was back to thrusting his cock into Matt. Forcing his thick load deep into Matt's ass. Matt's pain now turned to pleasure as Billy was pounding his ass....just with more lube than before. Billy said to Matt, "You're loving this, aren't you? You're gonna make quite the little slut". If only he knew how true his words would become. Matt could only moan and nod his agreement. Billy was pounding Matt so hard and fast, all I saw was a blurring motion from his hips. Matt was able to get out, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Matt erupted all over Billy's leather desk chair. Billy slapped Matt's ass and told him he never gave him permission to cum. Matt apologized vehemently but Billy pulled his hips all the way back on his cock and shoved Matt's head down and told him to lick the cum off his chair. Matt's tongue tasted his own cum for the first time as Billy continued using his cum filled ass. Once Matt's cleaning job was finished, Billy pulled his hair and brought his head back to him and kissed him, tasting Matt's sweet cum himself. Billy said he was ready to shoot again. He pulled Matt down to the floor, placing him on his stomach without pulling out. Now in missionary style on the floor, Billy was thrusting himself balls deep into Matt, moaning with every thrust. He pulled Matt's head back up to him and said, "Here it comes. I'm gonna flood your hole!" and Billy unleashed his second load in Matt within 15 minutes. Matt now realized he had been barebacked and squirmed out from under Billy and ran to the bathroom while saying, "You better take me home now!". Billy smiled, wiping himself off a bit and said he'd be happy to. He turned off the webcam and I was left to ponder what I had just seen.

It's been a few days now, but I'll post... This was my first time getting fucked in about twelve months. I was a bit nervous as I knew I'd be tight, and the guy was kinda thick (but not super long). I'd prepped myself for a couple days after we made plans - used a dildo on myself using relaxing lubricant. On the night, I was able to take him. Definitely tight, but not uncomfortable. I had poppers nearby, but didn't actually take any whifs. He lasted longer than I thought, and was a good session overall. The load def felt good, but I didn't feel it throb...either way, I think we both got what each other wanted. Looking forward to the next one, but my hole needs a little recovery time or otherwise I'd bleed.

Sorry. I've written the chapters in advance without numbering them, in case my twisted mind wants to add another. I'll go back and see where I screwed up and post the correct chapter. Thanks for the heads up!

Very HOT!

Damn I want that

I'm intrigued.

I've had tops tell me all kinds of reasons. Most want to see how open and used I am (the expressions when half their hand slides instantly into my ass gash never gets old) and if I've got any loads in me already. After I filmed a group porn scene I had one of the tops tell me afterward he knew my hole was going to be awesome the moment he felt it. I asked him how and he said that when you feel a rectum, the texture of it feels very different from the skin of the anus. But, he said, on high use guys like me who get fucked and fisted a lot, the skin texture of the anus extends into the rectum as it has built up a toughness from all the use and this gives it a very smooth silky feel it otherwise doesn't have. It also tells him that he can really cut loose and use a bottom like me and I can take it.

I have to agree with viking8x6 on most of his points. I don't know that it is common knowledge at all that many guys avoid doctors, or if they do if it is mostly due to the reasons you suggest. The fact that there are so many UD+ guys would suggest the opposite actually. As I understand it, whether he has crossed the line into being at "full blown" AIDS or not really has not that much to do with how likely you will be to be infected. From what I've read the highest VL levels are usually not that long after someone converts, then they go down and may go back up again when someone reaches the "AIDS" status, but I'm under the impression often not always nearly as high as in the initial stages. But I'm not a Doctor and don't even play one on TV... and if you really want to know whether he is Poz, then the home tests will work, but if you want to know what his VL and CD4 are, as viking says... gotta have a professional blood test. Or also as he says presence of some other infections or diseases (like Kaposi's Sarcoma), but he's also correct that it still requires a doctor's diagnosis.

This was my first (and only) gay encounter outside of Grindr, and it was almost surreal that I had a guy’s cock in my mouth. Someone who knew my name and identity, which I had never risked on Grindr. Somehow that made it even hotter for me. Kneeling there completely naked while he was still in his vest - it unlocked a new feeling in me. I arched my back and really went to town on this masculine hunk. His cock was soft and thick on the outside but hard as a rock inside. I could hardly circle it with my fingers. It felt heavenly in my mouth - the texture, the salty taste of precum that I was squeezing onto my tongue. I ran my hand into his sparse, black pubes and over his bulging quads as I slobbered over his tool, covering it with my spit until it was entirely wet. He pressed my head into his groin, burying his cock into my hungry mouth and making me choke. When he let go, I moved down to his balls. I’m normally on the receiving end of this treatment so I know exactly how to treat a guy’s balls. As soon as I started licking and sucking on them, he started moaning in his deep baritone with his head thrown back. I was incredibly attracted to this perfect hunk and I wanted to kiss him more. After servicing him for some time, I got up and pulled his vest off. His body was dreamlike, with a taut chest with light hair, and a rippling, muscled belly that somehow turned me on even more. I sat in his lap facing him, circling my arms behind his head. We started kissing again with his cock nestled in my ass crack and his hands running over my back and slender body. He was a great kisser, sucking my tongue into his mouth and exchanging a lot of spit. I rocked back and forth slowly on his cock, feeling it graze my taint. This got him moaning again into my mouth. I knew he wanted to fuck me but wasn’t sure if he would want to use a condom. Since I was on prep, I was prepared to have him breed me deep and fill me up with his thick seed. …will post the rest later ;)

Forget the job. Apply for a position as a fulltime 'boy'!

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

Neg so far kinda want to stay that way...maybe a popper here and there

I'm neg as far as I know, don't do any drugs except alcohol and very occasionally poppers. I'm not really actively trying to get pozzed, but I figure it is a possibility since I'm not on birth control (PrEP). I like to take multiple loads from random anonymous men at the adult bookstore video booths and theater. I refuse no dick or load and I never as a guy to wear a condom or pull out. So I guess I am a cum dump bottom...

Nelson shifted his weight onto Raymond. The pressure caused him to panic more. “Calm the fuck down. I am going to move my hands and you aren’t going to say anything. And you aren’t going to move a single muscle. Understand?” In need of air and to find a way to expel the smoke in his lungs, Raymond nodded. Nelson moved his hands and shifted his weight off and the duo was briefly covered in a white cloud. Despite being treated like an object, Raymond felt his horniness levels shooting through the roof. Yes, he was a bit panicked and gasping for air, but he also found himself grinding his hips both into the floor beneath him and, in vain, into the man atop him. So many new sensations were bombarding him all at once. He looked up at Nelson who was once again heating the bong. “Remember, I’m in charge.” A nod. A smirk in return. Nelson leaned down once again to shotgun the thick smoke into Raymond’s waiting mouth. Raymond voluntarily lifted his head to meet Nelson’s mouth, but his eyes shifted to the right and left of Nelson, hoping to get a view of the new guest. “Eyes on me, faggot.” Raymond met Nelson’s lips, but instead of moving back, Nelson caressed the back of Raymond’s head and began to kiss him passionately. The white smoke plumed out of the sides of their mouths as Nelson’s tongue ravaged his mouth. Raymond began to buck his hips and grind his ass into the carpeted floor in response. He wasn’t thinking, he was just letting his body react. Nelson moved his hand back to Raymond’s throat. “Open up.” Without even thinking, Raymond opened his mouth and accepted Nelson’s spit. It was forceful and caused him to flinch. Raymond squeezed the throat once more then licked his face. “Swallow, faggot.” Staring directly into his eyes, Raymond swallowed then licked his lips. Nelson shifted his weight off and was quickly off and turned to greet his guest. Raymond attempted to get up but stopped when Nelson turned and moved back toward him. Raymond went limp and remained on the floor. “Damn, you got this bitch trained.” Raymond moved his eyes and caught sight of the guest. He was shorter than Nelson, maybe around 5’9” and looked to weigh about 160lbs. The guest had dark, short curly hair, a clipped and neat beard that was fashionably short and appeared to be of middle eastern descent, but Raymond wasn’t quite sure. “You know it,” Nelson replied and gave his friend a quick fist bump. “He’s a work in progress, but we’ve got all night to break him in.” Raymond wasn’t sure what that meant, but as quickly as the thought entered his mind, it vanished as the guest stood over him, his black boots on either side of his head. The guest looked directly down on Raymond, his head directly above his. His expression was hard to read. He didn’t look either friendly or unwelcoming...tough might have been the best word to describe him. As he was staring down at Raymond he smiled, the guest smiled a wide grin that was disarming. “Open up, sweetie,” was all he said, and Raymond knew what was coming. A slow dribble of spit made its way down a few inches from his mouth before detaching and landing mostly in Raymond’s mouth. He then bent down, used his thick fingers to scoop what had missed Raymond’s mouth and put them in the mouth for Raymond to clean. Raymond greedily sucked on the two fingers while staring into the guest’s eyes. He heard the flick of the torch and the bubbling of the bong. The guest removed his fingers from Raymond’s mouth and met Nelson for a shotgun. “Head back and get things set up, we will be there in a bit," he said as they parted lips. The guest grabbed his backpack and made his way to the back of the apartment. Nelson sat back down on the couch and commanded Raymond to assume his previous position on his knees before him. “That’s my buddy Thomas. Remember how you agreed that I was in charge? Well, he is now too. You treat him how I would want to be treated, or else you’ll have to deal with both of us. Understand?” A nod. “Good job, kiddo. You are catching on. But before you officially get to meet Thomas, you need to be properly introduced to this. Nelson presented a long, thin glass pipe with a bulbous end. “You’re no dummy, I’m sure you know what this is.” “Crystal meth?” “And Bingo was his name-o.” “I’m guessing today was your first time with it,” he asked while flicking the torch and melting the contents. A nod. “Cool," he said with an almost evil grin, no longer looking at Raymond, "Pay attention to what I am doing. I will show you twice and then let you try.” Nelson went through the motions, explained what to do and what not to do and twice filled the surrounding air with the thick white smoke. Raymond, on his knees, looked on intently. A slight sheen of sweat covered his mostly naked body. Nelson handed the pipe to the newbie. “Hit that 4 times. I want to see how much your lungs can hold, you got that, kiddo?” A nod. Raymond took the pipe, hands shaking just a bit. He liked that Nelson had called him boy and kiddo. He wanted to impress him. He flicked the torch, gently rolled the pipe back and forth and began inhaling as soon as the wisps began to form. He inhaled for as long as he could and held it in for a few seconds before exhaling. Through the white clouds Nelson smiled that dick-head smile, sat up just a bit and peeled off his wife-beater and placed the black cap back on his head. Raymond leaned back on his haunches and marveled at the man before him. The corn-fed white boy’s body did not disappoint. Though his flat stomach did not show a cut six-pack, it was a solid slab of flat muscle that was perfect. Atop his flat, muscled stomach, was a mighty set of juicy pecs that flexed and bounced as Raymond took them in. Covering his chest was a tattoo that resembled a scene from a Grecian urn: Six soldiers, three on each side, weapons drawn and advancing on the other. Nelson put his hands behind his head and teased Raymond by flexing his solid biceps. Raymond wanted nothing more than to bury his face in this man’s armpits. “He’s perfect,” Raymond thought. As if reading his mind, Raymond said, “Three more, faggot.” Raymond was brought back to the present and once again went through the routine and filled the air with another large plume of smoke. “Not bad, kiddo, but I think you can do better.” With that, Nelson began rubbing the crotch of his jock strap in an obvious attempt to entice Raymond. He needed no more instruction, and this time pushed his lungs to the limit and filled the space between he and Nelson with a thick wall of smoke. Nelson smile and pulled his growing dick from his straining jock strap. Raymond was transfixed. The cock matched the body. The thickness of Nelson’s cock was mesmerizing. Nelson gobbed a wad of spit on his growing cock and began to stroke. Slowly the mast rose to its full height. It had to be at least 9 inches that flared toward that last ¼ of the way toward the tip. Nelson spread his legs a bit further, jacked his cock and raised one finger, “One more, kiddo,” and winked. Nelson flicked the torch one more time and was determined to make this the biggest cloud yet. The molten, hot liquid was significantly less by this time, so he had to make this one count. Me made eye contact with Nelson and kept it has he began inhaling. Nelson, slowly jacking his now fully erect dick egged the boy on, “Keep sucking on that pipe, faggot. Keep sucking for me. Make me proud.” Raymond’s lungs were on fire but he was on a mission. Finally, he was beyond capacity and held it. “Come closer, Blow that shit all over this dick.” Nelson grabbed the base of his meat and slapped it against the open palm of his left hand. Raymond needed no further instruction. On his knees, he crawled forward, opened his mouth and placed Nelson’s massive dickhead into his mouth and began to exhale. “You can do better than that,” Nelson grabbed a fistful of the kid’s head and forced him down. His teeth grazed the side of his dick, causing him to wince just slightly. He yanked Raymond’s hair up while still keeping his dick in his mouth. “Look at me, mother fucker!” Raymond looked panicked. He knew what he did, but this was by far the biggest cock he had ever seen in real life and pleaded with his eyes. “Watch the fucking teeth!” he said with a small slap to the temple, “I am going to let you off. I need you to work as much spit as you can all over my cock. Understand?” Raymond was released and immediately began hocking up as much spit as he could all over Nelson’s shaft. It was difficult as he was beginning to get cotton mouth, but he worked up enough that Nelson was pleased. Nelson gently lifted Raymond chin with the tips of two of his fingers, “Now, you need to work this dick slowly, at first. But I need to know that you like it. Hard work and a good job, pays off. Got it?” A nod. Once again Raymond opened his mouth and felt Nelson’s dick head fill it pretty quickly. Slowly he worked his mouth up and down, getting the thick slab a bit further down with each try. His hands moved to Nelson’s thighs to steady himself. But unlike last time, no slap came. Raymond looked up and met Nelson’s eyes. “Keep looking at me, kiddo. I want to see your mouth stretched to its limit.” He punctuated the sentence with a thrust upward. Raymond tried to react by moving off, but Raymond held his head tightly in place. “I know this isn’t your first rodeo, slut. Open that goddamned throat.” He growled. His eyes remained locked on Nelson’s, but he calmed himself and began to slowly open his throat, swallowing as much as he could to let his throat massage the thick cock invading him. Nelson moaned in approval, leaned his head back on the couch and let Raymond go to work.

As a hungry bottom I love to be sucked off and cum into the tops mouth then snowball it back and forth before he spits my load in my hole and uses it as lube before fucking his toxic seed deep in my guts! even better if the top rims loads out of my sloppy pussy and spits them in my mouth then we kiss!

I think I might be a cumslut as I have never ever said no to any cock or load ! If its hard its goin up me n its gunna stay there until he has give all his babys