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It was the summer during a gap year before college. I was 19, 5’10 and and slender. I did some working out but spent a lot of my time goofing off at home. I was gay but I had no experience. I was a virgin and never played around with guys but I knew I liked them. I wasn’t out to my family and didn’t plan on telling them. Not until I was in collage and had a good footing on my own. I didn’t think they’d react badly at all. I was just insecure about it. Besides, you never know how someone will react to shocking revelations so I figured it would have been better to keep it hidden till I was ready for it. My dad wanted to get the house renovated so he wanted me to stay with my grandfather for a while since we wouldn’t have the space. He planned on the renovations before I graduated and hoped I’d be away at university during all the construction. So naturally my gap year wasn’t the most convenient for him. Grandpa lived in a humble apartment complex. It was about an hour away from where we lived so getting back and forth wouldn’t happen often. Dad assured me it would just be for the summer, that way all the major stuff would be done and the house would be semi livable again. I didn’t know grandpa that well. He lived on his own for many years and didn’t visit much. He wasn’t estranged from the family. He was just independent. Dad was busy with contractors and his job so I took the bus up to the city with a travel bag that had what I needed for a few months. The complex looked a little run down and it wasn’t in the best part of town. I made my way up the the second floor where his apartment was. Sure the conditions weren’t the best but living in the city could have its advantages. I might be able to meet some guys that could show me more of the gay scene. Maybe even pop my cherry before college. I knocked on the door and it didn’t take long to get a reply. The door opened and out came a short balding man, maybe 5’4 or 5’5. A little big in the belly and a round face. He had on a tank top, sweatpants, and sandals. He looked like the type that would be slumming around here, but he was family. “Hello Kenny my boy! It’s been years. Wow you’ve grown!” He was cheerful and excited to see me. I guess I was happy to see him too. It had been a long time. Probably since before puberty I saw him last. “Hi grandpa. I hope I’m not putting you off too badly.“ I wandered in to his place, there wasn’t much there, and it had a slight odor to it, like body odor or something like that. It was a little messy, with underwear and socks here and there. “Nonsense! It’s great to have company over! Let’s get you set up in the bedroom. It’s cosy but comfy.” We went to his room. The place was a small one bedroom so I felt bad that he was giving me his room. The room was in the same state as the rest of the place. Clothes all over and a fishy body odor smell. Not a strong smell but a little more apparent then the living room. Grandpa took my bag and was shoving clothes in his dresser. “I can keep those in the bag. You don’t need to do that.” “It’s fine Kenny, you can mix and match. If ya need any clothes, just take your pick from mine if ya like.” I would have preferred to keep my clothes separate but he was letting me stay with him so I was living with how he did things. Besides I guess it was nice to have my clothes somewhere other then a case on the floor. “Where are you sleeping grandpa? I see only the one bed and the couch in the other room.” “Right here. We can share the bed. Gotta make compromises in hard times right?” I wasn’t thrilled with that. Sure I may have slept with my parents when I was a toddler but I was a bit big for that. Plus grandpa had a small single bed so that meant we would have to be close. After we got settled in. I called dad to tell him everything was fine. We discussed what we would have for dinner and decided on take out delivery. Grandpa lounged around the place in his underwear and tank top. He liked to be comfortable. I tried to avoid looking at his crotch. Not because I was interested, he was my grandfather for goodness sake, but rather he had a fairly prominent bulge, I couldn’t tell if he was hard or not. If he wasn’t then it must have been a whopper in there. It made me semi hopeful. Perhaps mine would get bigger. I was about 6 inches. Not small but not very big either. I got the notification that the delivery guy was at the front office so I headed down to pick up the food. There was a big bearish guy working in the front office. Probably the landlord. He was rather handsome but had a very ‘tired of everything’ attitude. I guess the apartment business wasn’t what he hoped for. I gave a friendly wave but he didn’t respond. I made my way back upstairs and I saw some chubby older man talking with grandpa in the doorway. They both looked at me as I approached. The big guy kept talking to grandpa as they looked at me. “Not bad. Any chance he can come visit?” “No, this is my grandson, my real real grandson. So he’s off limits.” Grandpa told him. “Kenny boy! Let’s get you inside.” He put a hand on my back as he ushered me in. The big man looked in towards me. Something about the interaction didn’t sit quite right with me. Almost like the stranger was dangerous or something like that. The stranger then decided to head back to his place, giving his farewells. “You have with him, Mr. Lewis.”

part 2 Dinner went fine. Grandpa and I talked about my college plans, dads renovations, potential subjects for me to study. I wasn’t sure about what I wanted to do. He said I’d figure it out eventually. We talked about how long he had been living where he was. It had been well over a decade in the same place. He had made a bunch of friends with a lot of the guys in the apartment complex. He knew everyone who lived there and that a lot of them where fun to hang out with. He told me he’d introduce me to some of them in time after I settled in more. We were watching tv together. I was playing on my phone. At some point in the knight I wanted to ask about why we barely see him these days. “So grandpa. Last time I saw you, I was probably 8. Is there a reason you don’t come to visit?” Grandpa Lewis looked at me like the question wasn’t that big a deal. “I see your dad on occasion, every now and again. But there’s no reason in particular. I’m an older man set in my ways. I don’t have a car either so I am fine with staying up here. Anyway my lifestyle is better for in the city versus down in the suburbs where you and your folks are.” “What life style is that?” He didn’t seem like the socialite. More like the type to spend his days at home. “You see Kenny boy. I have certain apatites that are easy to satisfy while I am up here. I get lonely from time to time so it’s easy for me to find companionship, male companionship if you know what I mean.“ I did know what he meant. But did that also imply that he was trying to say that he was gay? “Grandpa, are you saying that you like men? You’re gay?” He smiled at me. “Fruitier than a box of fruit loops I’m afraid. It took me a while to figure it out in my youth. But shortly after your dad was born I realized who I was. Ever since I have lived uninhibited with no limits.“ He chuckled and patted my shoulder. That was surprising. I had no idea he was like that. Dad never mentioned it. “Does dad know?“ “Nah I never told him. Not because I was hiding it. Because he never asked.“ I had to admit I admired his confidence to be true to himself, even if dad never knew about it. It kind of made me feel ashamed for hiding it myself for so long. “Wow, that’s pretty cool that you have it all figured out.“ “When you get to a certain age you just kind of stop caring about what people think. If one person doesn’t like what you have to offer then you dump them and go onto the next. There are plenty of people out there willing to except all you have to give.“ his confidence made me feel more ashamed. “Yeah, I guess so.” “Hey now, why the long face? Something bothering you? You can tell your dear old grandpa.” I was nervous to tell him. But at the same time I figured it made sense for the safest person you could possibly come out to would be another gay dude. Especially a gay family member. And since he never told dad about himself, perhaps he could keep it a secret until I was ready to tell him myself. “Well it’s just that, I’m gay too.“ Grandpa Lewis’s face lit up. He looked genuinely surprised. “Really?! You don’t seem the type. I never would have guessed sonny boy.“ I had his full attention now. “But my parents don’t know about it yet. I was gonna wait till after college to-“ Grandpa Lewis interjected. “No need to explain anything to me. My lips are sealed. What goes down in this apartment stays in this apartment.” that was such a relief. I felt like a big weight was lifted off my shoulders. It felt good to finally be able to tell someone in my family, and I was happy it was someone who also knew what I was going through. At this point I felt like I was starting to warm up to grandpa Lewis a lot more. “Thanks grandpa!“ I leaned in to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and we embraced warmly. He had a bit of a musky smell to him but it was fine, I didn’t mind it. At one point I think I heard him sniff deeply. When we broke off the hug, grandpa Lewis still had an arm around over my shoulder and his other hand rubbing my chest for reassurance. It felt affectionate and I appreciated the gesture. “You know you can come to me for anything right Kenny? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my precious grandson. Absolutely anything you could think of.“ We were now partially cuddling on the couch together. My head was on his shoulder and his hand was on my hip holding me. It may have been a little much for me since I wasn’t a kid anymore but the occasion felt like it called for it. “I know that now, thanks grandpa.“ “If you like I can teach you all sorts of things about gay stuff. Would you like that Kenny boy?” “Yeah sure. I’d like that.“ “Have you played around with any boys yet?” I was embarrassed to admit it but I told him the truth. “No I haven’t had sex yet but I do know I like men.” “I see. I guess since you’re not out yet you probably haven’t had the time to seduce any boys your age, or mature men who’d like a sweet young thing like you.” “No no. Nothing like that.” “I for one have have sampled many men in my days. Probably in the thousands” “Wow really?! That’s insane.” I was looking up at him as he looked down on me, his hand gently rubbing my hip. I was genuinely impressed. Wither it was an exaggeration or not, just playing around with a handful of guys would impress me. “Not all at once of course. It happens over a long period of time. And of course it comes with the risks of decades of barebacking.” “Barebacking? What’s that?” I was pretty sure I knew what it was but I had only heard of it in the context of Internet porn so I tend to not use that as a blueprint for real life. “It’s not using condoms. Feeling a cock in you skin to skin and dumping the cum in one another. That’s how I’ve always done it. Never used one in my life. Heck, it eventually lead to producing you didn’t it?” “Yeah but aren’t you worried about STDs?” “Already have it.” “Hu?” “AIDS. Ive been poz for many years. It’s no big deal.” “Really?! I’ve heard it was pretty bad.” I can’t believe it. My grandfather has AIDS? I’ve heard about it from health class and they always made it out to be a horror show. “Oh it definitely can be. You can manage it with simple meds now and it basically becomes essentially nothing. That is if you keep up with meds. But you can’t go through life living in fear. I don’t let anything stop me from enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. We’re all warm blooded men and we have needs.” It was a lot to take in. But he seemed like a jolly old man so he must be content with his life. So who am I to worry about him? We continued on like that for a couple more hours. Just sitting there and watching TV. Grandpa Lewis was much sweeter then I though he was going to be. I think I was going to like staying here for the summer. Eventually it got to the point where we had to head to bed. I normally slept in the nude but this time I had on a T-shirt and a pair of baggy boxers. I guess that’s going to be my bedtime attire for the next few months. Grandpa Lewis took off his tank top and his underwear. I turned around before I saw anything. I assumed he was getting pajamas on. The lights got turned off and I crawled in bed. I tried to scoot to the edge to give him enough room but the bed was small. I turned to my side and that seemed to help. Grandpa got in bed too and his front was pressed up against my back almost like we were spooning. Was this really going to work? “Now normally I sleep nude Kenny boy, but since you have you’re underwear on I figure no sense in me changing that. You got a fabric to protect your virtue.” He was nude in bed? Now that he mentioned it I did feel something press against my butt. It had to have been his private parts. I felt fairly uncomfortable with it but I was in his only bedroom and he was letting me stay for free so I shouldn’t be too prudish over how he wants to keep his routine as regular as possible. I didn’t want to mention his downstairs making contact with me so I asked about the bed size. “Are you sure this will be enough room for us? It’s a little close.” I tried wiggling further to give more space between us but there was no more space to give. Grandpa put an arm around my waist. “We’re fine Kenny. I’ve slept with guys like this all the time, it works. If you’re worried about my junk, don’t be. You have your layer on. Don’t need my old python finding a young new cave to slither into in the middle of the night. I swear it has a mind of its own, he he he.” He chuckled, I laughed a little too at his crude joke despite the awkward situation. He was a funny guy and not afraid to be unfiltered. We got comfortable and focused on trying to sleep. I tried re-adjusting more but no luck. “Really you’re fine.” He whispered in my ear. “If you didn’t have those boxers on, who knows. It has managed to sneakily worm its way up in some guys who have slept in the nude with me in the past. And I’m sure the darn thing can’t recognize the difference between a family members hole from a floozies hole so it wouldn’t have any hang ups about going for your back door.” He sounded like he was being silly. There’s no way a penis could just casually go up someone’s butt in their sleep. I laughed at his joke then focused on trying to get to sleep. I was having a hard time sleeping. At one point in the middle of the night I woke up and my baggy boxers had bunched up on my waist revealing my butt cheeks. Grandpa Lewis was sleeping and snoring. His penis was half erect. I could feel it poking me. It must have been big. But it was also resting on my bare ass underneath my boxers. I tried wiggling my butt a bit to try and maneuver it away and it seemed like my movement was getting it harder. I was unintentionally making it more inconvenient for me. My wiggling at one point made his penis fall between my cheeks. It didn’t touch my hole but it was close. His tip felt big, really big like a golfball. Damn what did it look like? I was getting really embarrassed even though I was the only conscious person in the room. It kept digging against me as it got more erect. I thought about grandpas joke, about it having a will of it’s own and wanting to crawl into whoever it had access to. I knew he was kidding but I was getting nervous and held still. I didn’t want to move anymore or else I might wake him up. I closed my eyes and tried sleeping. The last thing I remember before fading off was the feeling of something warm and wet poking my butthole. At another point later in the night or very early morning I might have been partially woken by something. It was a shaking sensation jiggling the bed, and perhaps heavy breathing? I felt my butthole being gently poked in rhythm with the shaking sensation. I had no idea what was going on but it felt kinda good so I wiggled my butt back into the mysterious shaking pressure. The brief moment of consciousness only lasted a few seconds before I dozed off again.

I have been having a dry spell for quite some time. But then I got an invitation for a "Fuck Daddy" sex party a week ago Sunday afternoon. My friend gloated it would be really fun. Said a good number of tops had accepted the invite. So I jumped at the opportunity. It would be him, me and a friend of his I didn't know as the bottoms. I have no idea how many guys attended as they were coming and going. I ended up with five loads at the party. But the best one was when I was on all fours with a guy rutting in my hole. And then a guy kneeled in front of me. FUCK! Beautiful cock. Big and thick and a set of yummy low hangers. He pushed his cock in my mouth. A grower too and hard in no time. Slobbered on that beauty the best I could. He's a mouth filler! The guy fucking me groaned and pumped his load in. "Stud' pulled out of my mouth and took his place. He fucked like forever (so good!) but finally shot his load. Later I saw him fucking my friend too and I saw him hanging around. After about three hours guys the room started to empty and only my friend was getting fucked, the other bottom nowhere to be seen. I decided it was time to go home and went to get something to drink from the TV room off the living room and there was Stud watching porn and jerking his big dick. He saw me walking in and spread his legs. Feasted on his cock. Hard as a rock. We heard noises from the living room as my friend was starting to clean up the room. Was clear the party was over. Stud asked if we could go to my place. So we did. Stud left and I said goodbye and thanks to my friend. Stud was waiting outside. Fucking hell! The guy can fuck alright! Nailed me in different positions. I blew my load when he was hammering me doggie smacking my ass and saying he was going to wreck my cunt. Low hangers banging against me. He kept fucking until he pumped his load in. That was so good! He's been back three times last week and then again this Sunday afternoon when we fucked so long he dumped two loads in me. I have found a new fuck buddy! Was about time! 😉

So I'm in abu dhabi for work and for the most part this being a country that doesn't tolerate gay people I avoided grindr and other hook up sites. After no sex for months my inner pig took over and I finally got on. Surprisingly there were alot of guys, unsurprisingly they didn't have face pics which I didn't mind. Pretty quickly I got hit up by a guy who's name was "mywayorhighway" with the simple message of from and role. When I said America and bottom he immediately sent a pic of his beautiful cock and said "want fuck" at first being a little worried I hesitated but once again my inner pig took over and I said sure. He gave me his address and I was on my way. I get to his place and it's nestled in a pretty dingy neighborhood but at this point I was too horny to back down. I had already cleaned out and had my lube and poppers with me. I get to the address and tell him I'm there and I see it's a pretty simple house. He tells me to just come on in. I walk in and see him and he is about 5ft 8 toned body and a bushy beard. Hair all over his chest and arms. My hole starts to twitch as he is only boxers and I can see a nice tent in then. Without saying a word he motions to a mattress laying in the middle of the floor. I thought it was a bit weird but whatever and I went over to it. He tells me to get undressed and get on all fours. I do as he says. No real talk just pure lust for sex. Once down I take a hit of my poppers and my head starts to fly. He gets down and i can feel the scruff of his beard as he works magic on my hole with his tongue. I moan and relish in the feeling of his tongue ravishing my hole. I take another hit or poppers and then I hear it. The sound of guys talking in arab coming to the house. I freeze worried that maybe this was a trap to get gay guys but the guy is just going away at my hole with his tongue. The door opens and he finally says something to the people entering in arab. I make to get up but he pushs me down and I see 4 more arab guys coming in. All shapes and sizes. 2 looked in there mid 40s on in his 30s and the third no more than 18. They all just stare at me but with smiles on their faces. The initial guy was talking to them and pointing to me. They laugh and begin to strip. At this point I realize he had invited some friends to have their way with me. My inner pig is delighted and I immediately get back on my knees with my ass in the air and huff more poppers. They all crowd around with with their dicks out and hairy bodies. The barely 18 year hold had the most impressive dick looking close to 8 or 9. The rest were average. Another mouth is on my hole and a dick is shoved into my mouth. I smell the intoxicating man musk and love it. I'm swirling my tongue on his dick getting some moans of pleasure and i constantly hear them talking in Arabic. Finally I feel the unmistakable feeling of a cock head on my hole. I'm not sure who it is and I don't care. I take a big hit of poppers and start flying as he pushs in. I feel my hole stretch as I'm tight from the lack of sex and whimper a little. This makes the guys laugh as they cheer on the guy. I feel his body lay on top of me and his chest hairs tickling my back as he thrusts in and out of me. I'm loving the feeling of all of it. His dick slowly being pulled out and back in the dick being shoved in my face and hearing them speak Arabic. Not being able to understand them made it hotter but I knew they were calling me a slut and whote and I loved it. The guy fucking me started picking up the pace and I knew he was close. I squeezed my hole on his dick and heard him grunt and shove in. I was barely able to feel his cock twitch in me as he shot deep in me loving that feeling. After a bit he pulled out and immediately another cock was replaced in my hole. The guy who fucked me came around and I cleaned his cock with my mouth. The second guy didn't last long and was blowing his load in me. The third guy was the initial guy who I had talked with and he was way more rough. Slapping my ass and really giving me a pounding. My head was being shoved into the mattress as he thrusted into me with all his weight. This went on for a while as he really used my hole. Finally he gave me his load and it was the young boys turn. He had mainly been watching and jerking off to the side and honestly I think he was the son of one of the guys. He looked similar to one of the 40 year Olds. The other guys were talking to him and I could tell he was a bit hesitant. I think he might have been straight but the urge to fuck a hole in country that is so restricted probably was the turn on. Eventually he came around and he just shoved his dick in. I could tell he was pretty inexperienced as he didn't really move that much so I decided to take a bit of charge. I started squeezing my ass and moving my ass on his dick. His big long dick felt amazing and I got a gasp from him. He finally started to move his hips but I still was moving mine as well to get his entire dick massaged by my warm wet hole. It really didn't take long to get him really moaning and I no lie felt his dick swell more and really beging to twitch inside me. I felt him shoot rope after rope of cum into me. This young boy sure had a lot of cum and I milked all of it from him. Eventually I felt it stop and I immediately moved my ass off his dick turned around and started cleaning his dick off. I could tell he was sensitive as he flinched but it was my turn to tease him. I sucked on his cock and used my tongue to really swirl on his head. He placed his hand on my head to move my head over but I just grabbed his dick and kept sucking away. Eventually he really pulled away and his dick plopped out. The guys started dressing so I did as well and left.

Was a drizzly morning today and decided to out for run/jog/walk in spite of the weather. I took my t-shirt off and folded it so it'd stay dry and set out. The trail I go on has a couple spots to park cars and there can be some cruising action there. There was a car parked there and a younger guy in it shirtless. I figured I'd stop to get a drink of watch and see what he was up to. He was looking at me and did a head nod so I went over to his car and he put down his window and let out a "sup" to me. Good looking younger Anglo guy. I said not much and he asked "suck me?" He had his cock out and was stroking it, so I said yeah and went around and got in the passenger side and got down to sucking him. He had a nice thick uncut cock and was throwing off a lot of precum and I told him I was down to get fucked if he wanted to. He asked if I had a place and I said I couldn't host but I knew a place nearby where we could park to fuck. He said cool and started the car and told me to give directions. We got to a place I use pretty regular and he put the car in park and left it idling and saying nothing we got in the back seat and stripped down. I was jerking his cock and he asked if I had a condom. I told him I didn't but was cool for him fucking me raw. He gave a faint smile and asked if I had lube. I pulled a packet out of my shorts and handed it to him and got a laugh. "Came prepared, didn't you?" I said I did and he said nothing more as I turned my ass to him and could feel him finger the lube in my hole and soon felt his cock enter me. I was groaning and loving feeling his thick cock force my ass open and was verbal about telling him how good his dick felt and how bad I wanted his load in me. He was pounding me like crazy while jerking my cock and I could feel him shudder and let out a loud groan as he shot his load inside me. As he slid out of me I heard him as "you wanna fuck me?" I said I was and loved it as his turned his ass to me. Problem was he'd used the only lube I had on me, so I fingered his cum and the lube out of my ass and fingered it in his hole and added spit. "You have to pull out to cum" he said and I tried hard not to groan. I hate fuckers like him who are all too glad to pump their loads in me, but get all kinds of scared if I want the same. I slid in him surprisingly easy and I could only guess he gets fucked fairly often or had got it recently. Even so he was moaning, telling me to be gentle and go slower. I was already super close to cumming and know I was throwing off precum like crazy and was guessing his ass was already a sloppy cummy mess. He's probably one of those closet fuck sluts who claims he doesn't like to get fucked, yet is actually getting fucked left and right. He's moaning and I'm debating whether to tell him I'm about to cum or just pump my load in his ass and I tell him I'm close to cumming. He reminds me to pull out to cum and I do, just long enough to spurt one burst of jizz on his back and then I force my cock back in him to pump the rest inside him. I keep stroking inside him knowing I could easily pump another load inside him and wishing he'd be down for it. It's weird how he's moaning and not verbal, like he's embarrassed to be enjoying taking a cock. I don't care, he's just a hole to me. Maybe he'll agree to take my load but he's pretty much taken it anyhow. I keep pounding him and again tell him I'm close and he reminds me to pull out to cum and yet again I spurt the first burst on his ass then plunge back in to pump the rest inside him. He's clearly one of those who likes to fuck but doesn't kiss or do "gay stuff". Once I've drained my balls inside him I slide out and pull my shorts back on. He pulls his shorts back on saying nothing and we get out to get back up front and drive back to the car park. Guys like him are awkward. No "thanks" or "that was hot". We get back and I thank him saying it was fun and I get a head nod. I mean, dude...I let you cum in my ass. Seriously? No "thanks"? By now the rain had let up and I was in a mood to get my ass drilled by someone who really wanted to drill it and be verbal and nasty about it.

I recently discovered that there's an old-school cruising spot about 20 minutes from my house. It's located in a large park that includes several woodland trails and is accessed by a trail that is rarely used since a footbridge over a wide stream was washed away years ago. I love to get bred outdoors and now that the weather is warmer and the leaves are budding on the trees, this secret little hideaway is once again growing in popularity. This spot never came to my attention through the normal cruising channels. I was only introduced to it when a big-dick top hit me up on Grindr one Saturday. He lived close to the park and, since like me he doesn't live alone, suggested we give the spot a try. His invitation came with a caveat, however. He could not guarantee that we would have it to ourselves. I'm always down to take loads in front of an audience and am more than happy to let anyone watching take a turn. We met at a small parking area at the trailhead. He was waiting in his car and as I pulled in beside him, he nodded, got out, and grabbed what looked like a comforter from the trunk of his car. As I opened my car door he began slowly walking up the trail, leading the way. He was several yards ahead of me when he suddenly cut through a gap in the brush on the side of the trail and disappeared. I quickly followed and after a moment of sweeping the small, prickly branches out of the way with my arms I stepped into a lush, sun-filled clearing. I looked around. The brush through which I had just come hid the spot perfectly from view of anyone on the trail. A rare hiker meandering by would have no idea what lay on the other side, nor would they be able to glimpse any action taking place there. On the opposite side a steep tree-covered hill rose to meet the road. It was the perfect outdoor cruising spot. I will admit that I was somewhat disappointed that we were the only ones there. As I followed him up the trail I had found myself hoping that we would find others there, sucking and fucking. But we were alone. He spread out the comforter on the grass and turned to face me. Through his grey sweat pants I could see the outline of his thick black cock. Instantly I began salivating in anticipation at having that hog invading my holes. "Strip," he ordered. It was the first word he had spoken to me. I did as instructed, placing my clothes on one corner of the comforter to keep them off the wet grass. Then it was his turn. He took off his t-shirt, revealing his muscular physique. Next he dropped his sweat pants, leaving his massive, already-hard cock to swing free. It was a solid seven inches and girthy and narrowed at the tip to a smaller head, like a missile. The saliva production in my mouth increased and I took full advantage of it, dropping to my knees and taking that gorgeous cock into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting, working that head deeper and deeper into my throat. I choked and gagged and covered his shaft and balls in thick saliva. "Fucking perfect," he said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Streamers of thick saliva trailed from my lips to his shaft. "Now turn around." Once again I did as instructed and soon his lips and tongue were on my hole. He thrust his tongue inside, teasing me and helping the muscles to relax while simultaneously lubing me up with spit. I could have stayed like that all day but soon he moved behind me and I felt a pressure on my hole. I had forgotten my brown bottle in my excitement to meet him, so I willed my muscles to stay relaxed as he gently guided the tip of his cock inside me. I needn't have worried. I was so ready for him that he slid in with ease. It had been a long time since my hole had felt that full, and I relished every moment as he grabbed my hips and began methodically pounding my hole, driving balls-deep with each thrust. Then, suddenly, he stopped. "I don't wanna cum yet," he said, gasping for air. "That ass is too good." "I could take a turn." This was a new voice, coming from behind us. His cock slipped part-way out of my ass as he turned to address the newcomer. "Fuck yeah," he said, offering my hole without consulting me. "I love a loaded hole. Have at it." A new, unseen set of hands caressed my ass. I stayed in position and did not look back, wanting this stranger to remain just that. My new top friend had awoken my animal hunger for cock and I didn't care who used me, as long as my hole was stuffed. I heard the rattle of a belt buckle and the stranger was kneeling behind me, one hand on the small of my back as he lined up his cock and slid inside. He wasn't as thick as the first, but he filled me nicely and, just like the other guy, pounded me balls-deep with every stroke. The first guy knelt briefly in front of me so I could taste my ass and saliva on his cock. He grabbed my head and began throat-fucking me again, causing me to gag and spew thick ropes of saliva all over his cock again. "Fuck!" the newcomer cried. I felt the telltale spasming of his shaft as he shot his raw load deep in my guts. He stayed inside me a moment longer as the spasms died away and his cock began to soften. As he slid out the first guy stepped around behind me to take his place. No sooner had one slipped out than the other had replaced it and once again I was getting a pounding. The newcomer knelt in front of me. "Clean me off," he ordered. "I have a husband to go home to." I gladly obliged, taking the entire length of his shaft into my mouth and bathing it with my tongue. I savored the salty, musky taste. He slid his cock out of my mouth and got up to leave. As he stood, he lifted his shirt ever so slightly. Until that moment it had covered his entire belly and pubic area. He was silky smooth with not a hint of hair anywhere that I could see. And there, where his pubes would otherwise have been, was a tattoo of a scorpion. The sight caught me by surprise so much that I froze in shock. I was only vaguely aware that the first guy had quickened his pace and soon was dumping another load into me, mixing his DNA with the toxic brew that the stranger had left behind. Before I knew it he had stood and pulled me up to my knees, shoving his cum-covered cock into my mouth so I could clean him off. I was so accustomed to cleaning off cocks after they bred me that even in my stupor I licked and sucked every drop of cum and spit and ass from his shaft and balls. He grabbed his clothes and began to dress. As he did so he looked at me, still frozen in position on the comforter. "What's wrong?" he asked. "That guy," I managed to reply, "as he was leaving he showed me a scorpion tattoo. I think he's poz." "Oh yeah, I know," he responded. "I invited him to join us. I figured that if you were going to take one poz load, you might as well take two. Twice the chance for it to take." At first I didn't comprehend his meaning. Then his words sunk in and I felt a knot in my stomach. "You're poz too?" He grinned. "Don't look so shocked. I follow you on BBRT and Breeding Zone. I've read all your writings, all your fantasy stories about getting knocked up by strangers. I see you on Grindr saying 'raw is law' and I see your Sniffies profile that says Bareback Only. I know you've taken hundreds of anonymous loads and that you knew it was only a matter of time. Now look," he swept his arm around to draw my attention to the clearing in which we stood. "You've got the perfect actual pozzing story to add to all those fantasies." I was stunned. Though my mind reeled I was unable to formulate any words. "I had a lot of fun," he said as he picked up the comforter. "Hit me up if you want to meet again." With that he disappeared through the brush, leaving me alone in the clearing. I drove home in a daze, unable to fully fathom what had happened. As soon as I stepped through the door I raced to the bathroom, where I douched again and again for ten minutes straight in an effort to wash out the poz loads I had taken. I stood under the hot shower for what seemed like an eternity, and by the time I had begun to feel clean again a fatigue began to set in. I toweled off and flopped onto my bed, where I promptly fell into a dreamless sleep that lasted several hours. I awoke with as deep a sense of regret as I have ever experienced. But it wasn't what you might think. Having had a chance to sleep on the day's events, I found myself regretting that I had washed those toxic loads out of my hole when I got home. I had been thinking and writing - and occasionally yearning - about being bred by poz men for years but had never stopped to think about the fact that it might actually happen. Getting pozzed was an abstract concept all along, something I never thought would happen to me, and I was disappointed at my reaction when it did actually happen. The sun was just beginning to set as I picked up my phone and opened Grindr. He was offline but I sent him a message in the hopes that he would see it, and soon. "I need more."

I should mention that this is going to be a bit of a slow burn story. Mr. Lewis was faster with Tommy because Tommy was a random guy who lived in the same building. If he rejected him then no big deal he could have gone to someone else. With Kenny, since he’s family he needs to properly groom him. Very slowly break down barriers and get more and more “comfortable“ with him. Let’s just use the previous story as a means to understand just how depraved and kinky he can be while Kenny is blissfully ignorant to what he’s walked into.

That's part of my hottest thing a guy said story. Met up with this black guy at his place though we had to be quiet cuz his sister was sleeping down the hall. He was 10 inches, and only ate me out for lube but he was down there for like 20 minutes and was doing a great job of opening me up with his tongue. Once he was ready, he started sliding his cock in me slowly, pushing every inch into it until he was balls deep. I was on my belly, laying flat with him on top of me. I had started moaning softly cuz it felt so good but he just whispered in my ear to "shut up and take it". I'm sure he felt my hole open up even more cuz that turned me on so much. He ended up breeding me twice that night. So fucking hot. Dirty talk is the best way to get me to be even sluttier hehe.

3. I found my phone and looked at the time. 5:30pm. I had two and a half hours to kill before I was to meet up with Jack and Danny. It seemed impossible. I was so horny. I need them right then. I padded around the small apartment, looking for a distraction. About ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. Despite rushing to open it there was no one there when I got there. What was there, just sitting on the little concrete step, was a much larger silvery orange butt plug. I brought it in the house. I was heavy, and slightly warmed from the sun. The material was soft, with a good amount of squish to it, but the plug itself felt sturdy and powerful. Right there in the middle of the living room floor I spat onto it, and smeared my spit around. I set the slicked-up plug on the floor, and squatted over it. I lowered myself slowly onto its point, and then slid down the widening body. It slowly stretched me open. It was much, much, bigger than my plug, and it took a long time to get to the base. The two forceful fucking’s I had taken, along with the massive loads I now carried in my hole, however, had me open and slick, and after a few careful minutes the plug popped inside of me. I shouted when I felt the base lock into place. My whole body shook. I had never been this stuffed. A big drop of precum throbbed out of my cock. How was I still horny! I thought to myself. I’d been fucked twice, had shot two massive loads, and yet my dick was still hard as a rock and leaking. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to focus on anything else, and went to get my computer. I spent the next two hours plugged, and leaking watching daddies breed boys on the internet. Time moved glacially. I was on the edge of cumming the entire time. I had never edged before but there, rocking on the crest of orgasm for two hours it was intoxicating. The pouch of my jock was literally soaked with precum when I got up at 10 to 8. I slipped on my flip flops, and wearing nothing but my jock with a big thick plug in my hole, walked back to Bungalow 4. I tried to slip around in the shadows. I knew that no one else was on the property but I still felt wildly exposed walking around in just a jockstrap. When I got to the main courtyard, however, keeping to the shadows was impossible. I had to walk across the brightly lit patio, and past the pool. I walked around the side of the low building and paused in front of the door. The plug banging against my prostate as I walked has forced even more precum out of my straining cock. I felt an animalistic heat at this point. I needed to be fucked. I knocked on the door. Danny opened it. He was fully nude, with a thick black leather cock ring pulled tight around the base of his throbbing shaft. Right there, not even fully inside the door, I dropped to my knees and licked the head of his cock. Danny moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me forward onto his cock, and I coughed and spluttered again. I swallowed him down as much as I could. My back was arched and my ass presented to the world. The big plug felt like it was pulsing in my hole. “Jesus Danny,” Jack said from inside the bungalow, “let the boy get in the door before you face fuck him.” “This was all him,” replied Danny over his shoulder, “He saw my cock and just dropped to his knees.” “Boy, take that dick out of your mouth, and come over here.” Reluctantly I pulled off of Danny’s cock and got up. I saw Jack now, behind Danny, sitting on the couch. He was also completely naked, and hard as a rock. He was stroking his big uncut cock slowly. I could see the black strap of a cock ring around the base of his member as well. “How was the rest of your evening? Get up to anything fun?” “Honestly, I was too horny to do anything… well besides…” I turned around and bent forward showing them both my plugged hole. “Fuck,” said Danny. “Good boy,” said Jack, “I knew you could take something bigger than that little plug you had.” I heard him get off the couch, and then felt his rough hand against my cheek. He rubbed at my furry ass for a moment, then flicked the plug hard. I groaned. One of his hands snaked around my chest, finding my right nipple. He twisted, and pulled me back to him. My body was pressed against his warm flesh. I could feel his body hair against my back. His slick cock pressed into my spine just above my ass, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. “How long have you had that plug in your ass boy?” His voice was a velvet whisper in my ear. “Since you dropped it off daddy.” “Good. You’ll be nice and opened up by now. Saves us some work.” Danny appeared in front of me. He pressed himself to us, his erection pushing against my jock. He brought his lips close to mine. His tongue darted out and gave my lips a cheeky flick. He smiled. “Jack told you what we were going to do to you if you came here right?” “He said that if I took his load this afternoon I was committing to getting fucked by you both tonight.” “What else boy?” Jack whispered in my ear. I felt hot. Their bodies pressed against me. The heat from their flesh made my head spin. I could smell them both with every breath I took. I could feel them breathing, I felt every pulse of their engorged cocks. “That coming here was me giving my consent. That once I was here you weren’t going to keep asking me what I wanted it was going to be about what you wanted.” “Good… I guess you being here is our answer then. You want this don’t you?” “Yes! More than anything.” “You want both of our cocks inside you?” “Yes!” “You want both of our loads?” “Yes!” “You want to be our boy?” “Yes! God! Please fuck me! Use me! Breed me! Stretch me out! Please daddy! FUCK ME!” That was all it took. The playful energy went out of the room. Jack scooped me up under the armpits and hauled me into the other room. He flopped me down on the bed on all fours like a rag doll. His hands pawed at my ass. Danny was suddenly in front of me again. He was kneeling on the bed, his cock pointing straight at me. I swallowed, and then moved forward. I took his cock head inside me mouth, and ran my tongue across the slit. I sucked the precum from the drooling tip eliciting deep groans of satisfaction from him. Hot spit landed directly on my hole, and Jack’s cock head followed. He pressed in and easily sunk into my well used guts. I moaned around Danny’s cock. Jack started slowly, fucking me with long deep strokes. I whimpered, and tried to keep sucking on Danny’s cock but the pleasure was too much. As Jack picked up the strokes my mouth became just another hole. Danny had hold of the back of my head and was fucking his thick cock in and out of my mouth as I became slack jawed, trapped between the two of them. Thick spit was dripping down my chin. I could feel the froth of both of their pervious loads trickling down my taint as Jack fucked it out of me. Every moment I spent with these men was a new level of slutty, a place I had never been before. When Danny pulled his cock out of my mouth I gasped for air. My face felt hot, and my cheeks were clearly flushed. Tears ran down my cheeks and my chin looked like a sloppy mess. I knew, even without being able to see myself, I looked like one of those boys on the internet. I looked like one of those boy sluts who had just been roughly face fucked. I was one of those boys. The thing I had been edging too earlier that day was coming true. I was a daddy’s boy. Danny flopped back onto the bed, laying on his back. His big beautiful cock pointed straight up towards the ceiling. He grabbed my under my armpits and hauled me forward. Jacks cock slipped from my ass and I let out a little whimper of displeasure. I wasn’t empty long though, Danny brought me forward so that I was on top of him. He then pushed me back slowly till his cock head found my hole and slid inside me. Feeling the big fleshy mushroom press into me I sat back hard and impaled myself on his member. He let out a chuckle of appreciation as I started to ride him. Jack was behind me, his arms wrapped around me in a warm bear hug. His cock was pressed against the small of my back, and his fingers were toying with my nipples. He was nibbling on my ear and telling me how sexy I was, what a good job I was doing taking their cocks. “Come here sexy boy,” Danny said, and pulled me down to kiss him with one large paw on the back of my neck. He held me close, his cock still deep inside me, and kissed me ravenously. His other arm wrapped across my back. He pressed my body into his hairy chest. I felt a new pressure on my hole, and Jack’s hands on my cheeks. I tried to look over my shoulder but Danny held me tight, not allowing me to break our kiss. The pressure grew, it felt like another cock. “What, what’s happening?” I managed to gasp out. “We told you,” Jack said in my ear, “We’re both going to fuck you.” “What?!” I didn’t fully understand what they were saying but I was excited and scared by it. “You’ll be ok boy, it will feel good in the end,” Danny cooed. “Now, on the count of three you’re gonna take a deep breath,” instructed Jack. “Then hold it and clamp down tight on my cock,” added Danny, “and hold it for five seconds.” “After that let out your breath really slowly and imagine your hole opening wide. Think you can do that boy?” “Yes daddy!” I was panting with excitement. “Good boy. Ok. One… Two… Three…” I took a deep breath, pulling air as far into my lungs as I possibly could and tightened my hole. I squeezed Danny’s cock with all of my strength. One Mississippi, I thought, two Mississippi. When I let my breath out it was hard not to just let it out in one big rush, but I breathed out slowly and imagined my hole blossoming around Danny’s cock. I saw my hole turned into a big loose open hole for cock. I imagined it gaped and ready for use. The pressure returned, only this time it felt easy. I suddenly understood what “both of us are going to fuck you,” meant when I felt Jack’s stomach on my back. He had pressed his cock into me alongside his husbands. They were both inside me. We all let out a long collective groan. “Good job boy.” “How do you feel.” “Oh my god! Oh my god!” Was all I could say for a moment. “I think he likes it.” “Oh my god! I fucking love it!” “Do you want us to fuck you now?” “Fucking destroy me!” “Good answer boy.” Danny bucked his cock up into me, and Jack hammered downward. I tried to push myself up on my hands, to arch my back, but it was too intense. I flopped forward onto Danny’s warm sweat slicked body, and became a toy for them to use. My mouth hung open, and a deep guttural grunting was being fucked out of me. My whole body was on fire, like little bolts of electricity shooting across every nerve. Sex had never felt this good. I had never felt this good. It was bliss. An overwhelming euphoria seemed to envelop me. It fogged my mind. While they were both inside me there was nothing in the world but them, their cocks, and my hole. “Im going to fucking breed you.” Danny growled below me. “Fill him up babe, give him your load.” “Yeah! Fucking take it.” “Please breed me!” “Take my fucking load boy!” Danny roared, and slammed his cock inside me. While his shaft pulsed and throbbed Jack kept hammering. His hands held onto my ass cheeks, roughly holding them apart. I felt my ass become warmer and slicker as ribbons of cum were pumped inside me. Jack kept pounding till he finally grunted, “Fuck yes, and here’s my load.” He forced himself balls deep just like Danny and flooded me. We were all panting, sweat dripping off of us. They held their throbbing cocks as deep in me as they would go as they both came down from their orgasms. I was shaking. Jack was the first to move, with one last pulse of his cock he pulled back. I shuddered, something in me tightened, and suddenly my own cock exploded. I shot my load between Danny and I, covering both of our stomachs in cum. “Fuck, good boy,” Danny said. Jack flopped down onto the bed next to Danny and lay there panting. I slowly got up, and pulled myself off of Danny’s cock, instinctually being careful to clamp my hole down as I did so as not to lose a drop of their cum. I fell between the two of them, totally spent. The three of us lay there, in a sweaty cummy heap, wreaking of sex, without saying a word for a long time.

The Photoshoot Chapter 1: To say Austin is pissed is a huge understatement. He specifically told his boyfriend he was not going with him to this photoshoot under no uncertain terms, but Blake insisted anyway, saying he goes with him to almost every other shoot, so he saw nothing wrong with going to this one. Austin didn’t bother to point out that Blake only goes to the shoots where Austin might be modelling underwear or swimsuits, he doesn’t both if it’s something completely vanilla like sweaters or jeans. Normally he’d preen under Blake’s jealous, possessive behaviour but today is not the day. This isn’t a typical photoshoot, he just lied hoping Blake would buy it but the second he saw the package of lingerie Austin bought for himself for the shoot, he immediately jumped on going. The shoot is for Blake, a small series of boudoir pictures Austin was hoping to surprise Blake with as an anniversary present, but his loving boyfriend seems determined to ruin his gift. He even tried to play the my-agent-doesn’t-want-visitors-on-the-set card, but Blake threatened to call his agent and hear it from him, and Austin conceded immediately, knowing his agent wouldn’t back him up because he didn’t know what was going on. In hindsight, he really should’ve told his agent, but he hadn’t thought of that until they were getting off the subway at the determined station and walking the four blocks to the photographer’s address. Austin had been stubbornly silent the entire trip, even when Blake tried to make conversation, Austin shut him down almost immediately. His only solace is he’s sure Blake’s going to feel like a complete fool and be incredibly sorry once Austin gives him the photos from today on their anniversary next week. “Seems like a weird place for a professional job,” Blake says as they enter the building – it’s standard for the city, four-stories of dirty brick and filthy windows. The inside is somewhat more updated, with the aesthetic practically screaming New Management. Austin decides he likes it, Blake obviously doesn’t if the way he wrinkles his nose at the smell of delicate potpourri and sneers at the grey-blue colour scheme is any indication. “They wanted something that felt intimate and secure,” Austin lies easily as they make the climb up the stairs to the fourth floor. He’s glad his boyfriend only knows what he does about the modelling industry from Austin himself, Blake never having been big on the whole idea in the first place but was supportive enough to not question Austin about any of it. “I believe this is the photographer’s personal studio and he thought it would be a better fit than a larger set.” “He? What happened to Monica, your normal photographer?” “The company provided their own guy,” Austin says, sweating a little from all the lies he has to say just to keep this surprise a surprise. “Don’t worry, Deanna vetted him and gave her approval.” Deanna being his agent who has no idea about this photoshoot. That seems to ease some of the tension from Blake’s shoulders. They make the rest of the climb in silence, the only sounds their shoes on the tiled stairs and the crinkling of the bag Austin’s carrying. The bag is his treasure trove of goodies to wear, each one guaranteed to make Blake drool and resist every urge to pounce on him. Austin can’t help but feel a little petty about it, knowing Blake will struggle to keep his hands to himself the entire time he’s watching, and Austin will do everything he can to make this the most incredible blue-ball experience for his boyfriend as payback. The pair reaches the door Austin mentioned earlier on the subway ride – one of the few things he did say willingly – and Blake knocks much to Austin’s embarrassment. Moments later the door opens to reveal who Austin believes to be the photographer. The man is six-foot tall with thick black dreadlocks that hang to mid-back, his hair is contained by what appears to be a handwoven red and gold hair-tie. He’s also shirtless, his dark skin and muscled torso on perfect display. “Austin?” he says, looking at Blake. His voice is rich and seems to reverberate from his chest, it matches the warmth in his dark brown eyes. Blake glares at him and shakes his head. “No, and Austin and I are leaving.” “Uh no we’re not,” Austin says firmly, then he looks at the photographer. He didn’t picture this man when they spoke on the phone, if anything he thought he’d be mid-thirties and decently good looking, not this . . . God-like man that to Austin stepped straight out of some of his favourite books. “I’m sorry about that, I’m Austin, the buzzkill is my boyfriend, Blake.” The photographer’s dark brown eyes light up and he holds out his hand for Austin to shake. They do and Austin is taken aback by how warm and rough his hands feel. “I’m Javier,” says Javier, the photographer. “Sorry about the mix up, when we spoke over the phone, I wasn’t given a description.” Blake raises an eyebrow, looking at Austin curiously. “Didn’t the agency send over your headshots beforehand?” “The agency sends them to the company, I’m just expected to photograph whoever shows up,” says Javier smoothly before Austin can even fumble for a response. “I was told Austin would be alone, or with his agent, so I apologize for the confusion.” “Why didn’t you think I was his agent?” “Because Deanna wears plum power suits like she’s part of the agency in The Devil Wears Prada,” Javier says with just a hint of annoyance. “Anyway, this is a closed set, so only models and staff are permitted. You can wait out here until we’re finished or you’re free to go home.” Blake definitely doesn’t like that answer. He turns to Austin and says, “Babe, I really don’t like this. We need to leave; this man is clearly unprofessional, and I’m going to call Deanna and let her know not to let you work with any agency that employs this asshole.” Austin wants nothing more than to melt into the floor. He cannot believe that Blake is being so rude to a perfect stranger. “I’m sorry, Javier, my boyfriend can be a little . . . protective. Anyway, I need to get changed, is there a dressing room?” Javier smiles warmly at Austin and steps out of the doorway to let him in. “Go down the hall and it’s the first door on the left. There are some supplies in there to freshen up and plenty of places to hang your outfits. Once you’re changed, knock three times and I’ll come in to see your outfit and adjust the set accordingly. We’re doing five scenes in total.” “Understood!” says Austin brightly as he hurries inside before Blake can catch him. He goes in the direction Javier indicated and once he’s inside, he makes sure to lock the door just in case Blake tries to break in. Ordinarily, he’d be more than happy to have Blake in the room with him – they’ve had many memorable moments in dressing rooms across the city – but today is different. Blake was rude to the photographer after butting into the photoshoot in the first place, so Austin feels like punishing him for his poor behaviour. The dressing room is pleasant, small and intimate unlike most he’s been in, the lighting is dimmed to a comfortable level with most of it coming from various salt rock lamps scattered throughout the room. The walls are a delicate cream the reflects the light well and warms the room. Austin spies the round bed in the centre and must resist diving onto the invitingly fluffy surface of pastel blankets and thick pillows. Instead, he puts his bag on the small vanity and proceeds to take out each outfit, adjusting each one before putting it on a hanger on a nearby clothing rack. Javier may be a small-time photographer, but he certainly knows what models need when doing a shoot. Once Austin is satisfied with the appearance of his clothes, he selects the first outfit of the day – a sheer dark blue nightie with matching thong – and lays it on the bed before stripping out of his street clothes. He hangs them up beside the rest and takes a moment to collect himself, just like he does before every photoshoot. Over the past few months of doing this work, he’s learned that being mentally prepared is just as important as being physically ready, if not more so because it’s one thing to stand and get your picture taken it’s another thing entirely to immerse yourself in the experience. There have been times he’s come out of a shoot crying because of the overwhelming emotion he felt during a certain scene, and others where he’s so drained, he can barely stand at the end. The best trick he’s found is to reconnect with himself by looking at himself in the mirror, not out of any sense of vanity, but as a means of centering himself. Luckily there’s a three-way mirror in the corner so he doesn’t have to skip that part of his routine like he has at some projects because the only mirror they have is in the makeup room and he’s in and out so fast he doesn’t get a chance to focus. He goes over and simply stands in view of each mirror, allowing his mind to clear and hands to drift over his bare skin. Touch is another grounding method he enjoys; it reminds him that he’s still a person and not a doll being dressed up for money. He remembers trying to explain this routine to Blake after an intense day and Blake simply said he was just a doll to the company so what difference did it make. He stopped trying to explain the intricacies of his mind after that. Austin shakes his head, watching the delicate blonde curls bounce around his face and neck as if they have a mind of their own. He smiles to himself as his hands start to drift on his chest, fingertips running delicately over the smooth pale skin on his chest. He’s glad he had the foresight to make an appointment for a full body sugaring – it’s his favourite method of waxing, the sugar wax is far easier on his skin than chemicals or standard wax and the results last much longer in between sessions. Deanna had recommended it after he suffered from a wax gone wrong, which made his skin break out and left tiny red bumps all over. Now he can’t imagine how he went so long without it; his skin always feels so smooth and delicious after. His hands dip lower, trailing over his hips and down the V-shape of his pubic bone to his cock, which sits soft and supple. He lets a hand caress his small cock, gasping softly at the feeling of burgeoning arousal. He closes his eyes and his mind drifts to warm dark rough hands, cupping him as the palm rolls over his flaccid cock, coaxing it to life with firm movements. A warm smile and deep voice encourage him to let go and relax. Austin’s eyes shoot open, and he wills away the images as hot guilt boils in his stomach. In the almost three years they’ve been together, he’s never once thought of anyone else other than Blake in these moments and now he’s gone and thought of Javier! He dismisses it as a slip of his mind, nervous about working with a new photographer at an intimate photoshoot. He quickly puts on his outfit and does his makeup, going more natural than he usually does at a shoot only because he knows Blake hates the way he looks with caked on product. Satisfied with his appearance, Austin knocks on the door three times and waits on the bed for Javier to arrive. “Austin?” he hears Javier say on the other side of the door. “It’s me, let me in.” Austin jumps up and unlocks the door, letting the other man in before soundly closing and locking the door again. “Your boyfriend is still here,” Javier says with obvious disdain. “I tried to get him to leave but he insisted, so I told him he’d have to sit in a corner away from the set.” “Stubborn bastard,” Austin sighs and Javier nods. “I’m so sorry about all of this Javier, I tried to tell him he didn’t need to come, I told him not to come, but he didn’t listen. And I’m so sorry he was so rude to you earlier, that was completely uncalled for and—” “It’s okay, Austin, I’ve dealt with worse,” Javier interrupts gently. “Besides, if I had a boyfriend like you, I’d be just as bad, maybe even worse than him.” “Thanks, by the way, for covering for me,” Austin says a little sheepishly. “I’m glad I mentioned Deanna now in our last conversation.” Javier grins. “I think we should both look into acting after that performance earlier.” His dark eyes scan Austin from head to toe and Austin feels warm under his attention. “I love the outfit. Makes me think of a midnight tryst.” “That’s what I was going for!” Austin says excitedly. “I was going to wear some silver jewelry and maybe a few diamonds, but I thought that might be overkill.” “I think you should wear them,” says Javier with a nod. “Not saying the look doesn’t work without them, but it would definitely add another dimension to the scene, like you were a piece of the sky itself.” He thinks to himself for a moment. “I think that’s the angle I’ll go for with this first scene. It’ll be dreamy, with lighting similar to moonlight, a bed or chaise for you to lounge on, with dark blue and black cloth draped around you with metallic accents. Sound good to you?” “It sounds delightful!” gushes Austin. “These photos are going to be amazing, Javier!” Javier smiles gently. “Only if you trust in my vision, Austin, otherwise it won’t work.” “I trust you! I trust you completely. I love everything you’ve said so far.” “Good,” says Javier with a chuckle. “Now finish up and I’ll get the set ready in the meantime.” Austin nods, a smile still plastered on his face as Javier leaves. to be continued....

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Chapter 31: Getting the Job Done After I dropped my load in Sir, we proceeded to the bed, where he sucked my cock clean. Sir said although he's had some hot sex, that was on of the hottest sessions he's had. I then asked him about his comment on tearing up his hole. He told me that guys would sometimes want the insides of their ass to be torn, so that the toxic cum could enter their body more quickly. He said it could be done by fingernails, which was the most discreet way for guys that wanted to stealth someone. He said there was minimal bleeding and likely the bottom wouldn't even know it happened. I then asked him what about guys that wanted their holes torn. He said there were several different ways to do that. The most common was by brushing their hole with a toothbrush. I asked him if that hurt, and he said not much, it was more of a ticlkly feeling. He then said other guys would use a small bottle brush. He explained he was brushed that way once, and he wasn't sure if it was the size, or how hard the guy brushed him. He continued by saying some guys would even use a toilet brush. He said these were typically already poz guys with gaping holes looking to get a recharge. I asked him why guys who were already poz would want a recharge. He said he guessed different guys had different reasons, but the power of poz was powerful. He said some guys actively chase getting HIV, and although it may seem simple to get, it really isn't. He explained that some guys chase for years before it happens. Even if they are total cumdumps taking any and all loads. He continued by saying that once a guy converted, their journey doesn't always end. They may have been total bottoms, but now topping to share what they have with others. They may just want to keep seeking other strains to keep the virus in them to keep growing and getting stronger. He told me it likely depends on how the guy was pozzed. In his case, it was forced upon him, and for the most part, he was content on being undetectable. I then asked if he would ever consmsider going off meds to convert someone? He said anything is possible. I then said I wasn't sure I wanted converted yet, but if I did, would he convert me? He said anything is possible, and if I truly wanted converted, he'd be honored to do so, as it would be through father son love, and not forced. He then quickly got off the subject by saying there was one other way to rough up an ass. He explained that some guys used what is called a cruel condom. It is a mesh metal condom with hundreds of metal loops that guys would wear on their cock to tear up a hole. He said he had never used one as a top, but he knew they could possibly also cause the tops cock to bleed. I then got up the nerve to ask my dad to use a toothbrush in my hole so that i could experience the feeling. My dad asked me if i was truly ready for that? I said yes, and after that i want you to make love to me and feel his undetectable seed seep into my brushed ass. My dad went to the bathroom to retrieve a toothbrush, while I anxiously waited on the bed. When dad got back, I begged him to brush my hole, but he said that I would start brushing myself to not just get a feel for it, but to show my commitment. Dad instructed me to stick the brush up my ass slowly and deeply as possible at first. Dad was right, it tickled more than it hurt. Dad then instructed me to slowly start pumping it up and down in my ass. He said to speed up as I felt more and more comfortable. Once I was at a good pace, dad told me to start twisting the brush as I pumped it in my ass, making sure I hit all sides of my hole. Dad then suggested we see how I did, and told me to pull the brush from my hole. It was a nice shade of pink, telling me that it did as intended. Dad then made love to me. When he was about to cum, he asked me if I was ready to feel his medicated seed seep into his body. I said yes Sir. Dad made sure his cock wasn't past my second ring so I could feel his man seed soaking into my torn ass. His load was huge, and it burned a little as it seeped into my body. My dad then plugged my hole, and kissed me.

Just finished. Met him once before, like a year ago. I remembered it being good, so when he sent me a message on sniffies I happily offered my services. He said "yes, could use a quick cumngo" so I wasn't expecting much. So he shows up as I am trying to get into the shower... So I tell him to get comfortable and i will be right out. I come out and his cock is ROCK hard... and it has a big mushroom head that I know I am gonna feel. I am mesmerized by his cock so I start sucking on it... We then move to a 69 when he starts eating my ass and fingering me. Eventually I climb on top and push the head of his cock into me and sink down... he slowly fucks my ass and getting me used to his head. We move slowly while I am getting used to him in me. He proceeds to gently fuck me and then pulls me in close... load #1. I got up to get him a towel and wipe him off but used my mouth instead. As I walked back from the bathroom, he said, 'bend over the bed'. He then pushed into me again and I could feel that head again stretching me open, and filling me up. He pumped me until my knees were weak then rolled me onto my back, The back on my feet, then back on my back... Finally we were laying down on the bed spooning when he pushed his cock back in me and proceeded to hammer my ass full in and out. He finally grabbed my hips again and drilled into me and unleashed load #2. He said that was all the time he had today.... 😉 My ass is so sore even playing with the cum dripping out of me is tender. I love it! I can't wait for him to come back and own my ass again.. get me into shape for serious fucking..

My Master and I had previously discussed impact play, and I was curious, yet very apprehensive about it. Up to this point, I couldn't see how pain could be enjoyable, so I was very nervous about trying it out. My Master was very patient with me in explaining how it was supposed to work, and likened it to the runner's high that I was familiar with. We agreed to give it a try - he'd warm me up with floggers, and depending on how well I took things, would potentially even try some of his single-tail whips on me. I would have a safe word if needed to stop at any time, although he promised that he would be able to read me and scale accordingly. The day we had planned, my master told me we'd skip my morning breeding session, and instead we'd try doing impact play instead. He put on me a thick leather collar, leather wrist cuffs, and a leather hood (with eye covers), and led me over to the door frame which had a rope hanging down from it. He clipped my wrists to the rope and held me briefly from behind, gently asking "Are you ready, boy?", to which I nervously replied in the positive. He started very gently, the flogger barely touching my back. He slowly ramped up the intensity, the leather from the floggers hitting with more force. It still didn't hurt, but I was aware of the hits now. There was a rhythm to the flogger strokes that helped me focus on the sensations. He ramped up the intensity again, each stroke now hitting with enough force that I felt a 'warmness' in my back with each hit. He occasionally would throw in a harder hit in between the lighter strokes. He stopped abruptly and I felt his hands gently run down my back, and I gasped involuntarily - the sensation of his hands on my back sent shivers down my spine. He checked in with me and asked if I was ready for him to ramp up the intensity a bit more, to which I agreed. He started with the flogger again, in a similar rhythm, except this time the lighter hits were harder, and the harder hits were much harder - very 'thuddy'. My left leg started to shake, and I felt my breathing quicken, and the sensations now were definitely into the 'pain' threshold. I'm not sure how long this went on for, but my Master increased the intensity further, such that the heavier strikes knocked the wind out of me, and made me cry out. He stopped abruptly, and I felt his hands gently run down my back again - this time the sensations were much more intense, making me moan out loud and my whole body started trembling. It was like nothing I'd experienced before, pleasure, mixed in with pain, and a sort of floating/detached sensation. My Master hugged me from behind and asked if I was ready for the whip. I could feel his cock, rock hard, rubbing up against me as he hugged me. I felt a strange burst of emotion - my suffering was bringing pleasure to my master, and I wanted to please him with every fiber in my being. I responded as such, and he kissed me on my shoulder. The next thing I heard was the whip crack, and it made me jump and cry out involuntarily. It hadn't actually hit me, but the sound of the whip crack was a shock. The first stroke that actually hit me felt extremely light - just a caress, and not painful at all. That would quickly change. Where the flogger felt like a blunt impact, the whip had a sharp stinging feeling. Stroke after stroke, different parts of my back being hit, my brain was on overdrive. I cried out in pain with each hit, and yet, I didn't want it to stop. My whole body was shaking again at this point. I heard my Master say "I think you've just about had enough", and after one more hard stroke, he stopped and I felt him embrace me from behind. I was gasping and shaking, not able to focus on anything. I felt my hands unclipped from the wall, and was gently guided to a bed. The hood was removed, and I lay there in my master's arms still shaking and gasping, the endorphins running through my body. He held me, gently stroking my head, and I felt a wave of emotion overcome me, and I started sobbing into his chest. "Shhhhh, it's okay, let it out, you're safe here with me." I felt a flood of negative emotions, mostly shame and guilt, leave my body, being replaced with a warmth and feeling of rightness being in my Master's arms. In this moment, I knew that I would do anything that he wanted - anything to please the man that had made me feel so wonderful. I looked up at my master, and he kissed me, tenderly and lovingly. We fucked and he bred me, but it was without a doubt the most loving and tender experience I have ever experienced in my life up to this point. He fucked me missionary, and we kissed while he was fucking me. I cried again as he bred me, tears of happiness this time, not only that I was able to please my Master, but also just how wonderful I felt in that moment. The next few days, I experienced a positive mood adjustment - it was like the beating I had received had cast out the negative energy and emotions from my body. And I was eager as ever to please my Master. Truly a life changing experience for me!

Mine came in my 20's. I'm not really attracted to men and never thought of gay sex. My best friend came out to me and I was fine with it. One evening when I was alone, I went to the local ABS and rented a couple of gay videotapes out of curiosity. I became incredibly turned on. I had already played with putting things in my ass since I was a teen, and now wanted the real thing. I eventually found another married guy on one of the old net news local groups (this was before the WWW) and we rented a hotel and flip fucked with condoms. It was both our first times, but it was hot. I was off to the races after that. This would be in the late 80's. I eventually tried bare in the mid-90's and haven't used a condom since.

My bottoms won’t get completely willing. A fully willing bottom for poz cock isn’t hot for me. I mean, if they don’t care about the virus anymore then the danger/risk dies so it defeats the purpose for poz stories, for me at least. But they can get get partially willing. Having conflicted feelings about what they want. Barriers crumbling but still apprehensive.

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It's a two for Tuesday!!! Chapter 32: The Doctor. Dad set up an appointment to see his doctor to get me on prep immediately. He told me it was because he cared for me, and in such a short time knew how much I loved having sex. Come to find out, this was actually my regular doctor. Just with a hidden secret. He had given me physicals before, but never like this one. Dad explained why we were there, and the doctor was suprised. He performed his usual exam on me, but then told me to strip and get on the exam table where he put my feet in the stirrups. He grabbed my balls and told me to cough. My cock got hard, and he said that was a normal reaction from a gay guy my age. He stroked me some until I started to pre cum, and then put his lips around my cock until I shot in his mouth. He said that the amount of my load was amazing, and then shared it with my dad. He then began a prostrate exam, in the traditional way, but ended up with his cock in me to finish it. In fact, he finished inside of me, and my dad then ate my ass, sharing the load with the doctor. The doctor then told me to get dressed. He told me my dad had told him about the nature of the visit, and that he was suprised, but happy that my dad was going about this in the right way, and wanted to be sure I was on prep. My dad told him I at least had a curiosity on becoming poz, and the doctor told me that if I ever had any questions or concerns about that, he would be glad to privately discuss with me. He added that if I did decide to become poz, he woukd be sure that I got Anti virals discreetly just as he did for my dad. He added that prep did not prevent other diseases, and that if i did happen to get one, he would also treat it confidentiality. The doctor then told us the room was free to use and all of the staff had already left. My dad told the doctor he knew how much he loved getting fucked on the exam table with his legs in the stirrups. Dad quickly got naked and on the table. My dad looked at me and said fuck me son. I askeded fuck or make love? Dad said in a situation like this, it would most likely be considered a fuck, but it was my choice. I said how about a little of both? I started by laying on top of my dad, kissing him and rubbing our swolen cocks together until we started to pre cum a bit. I then put his legs in the stirrups and rubbed my pre cum on his hole. I looked around and saw a tube of lube, but if this was to be a fuck, dads hole didn't need lubed. I thrust deep in him hitting his second hole. Dad was in heaven. He said that's my son, fuck me hard. As I was fucking my dad, the doctor came in with a stainless steel butt plug, saying you might need this. My dad laughed saying he knew what his exams were like, and he brought one which was already up his sons ass, but yes, he could use one soon. The doctor asked if we would mind if he stayed to watch, as he was amazed at how good a fuck I had become in a short time. We agreed, and after I finished, the doctor told me he forgot to test my gag reflexes, and said suck my cock boy. The doctor was close to 11 inches, and had a scorpion tattoo above his cock. It has 6 or 7 drops of blood around it, indicating his number of known pozzings. The doctor took no mercy on me grabbing the back of my head forcing me to the base of his cock, and holding it there as I started to gag. I could feel my mucous building in my mouth, and he let up. I took his cock from my mouth, and the mucous dripped from my mouth. He said that was a normal reaction for even some of the seasoned cock suckers. He said it was fine as long as the same didn't happen when he fed me his load. I looked a him and said cum is not to be wasted Doc! Hey said good boy, and told my dad to get over there so he could suck his cock. Needless to say it was a happy ending for all of us! Once finished, dad asked the doctor if this would now be considered an extended visit. The doctor said no, it would be coded as a regular physical exam for me, and no extra charges for any injections that took place!

Look everyone has the right to be the best version of themselves. Only you can decide what that is. While secret can be erotic, no one has the right ou authority to decide major life choices without at least discussing things with their partners. That means you must come clean. give her a chance right de ide to stay or go. tell her who you are. you might surprise yourself.

Few years ago toured an old house/ mansion from about 1860. Had a tower room in the middle of the house, third floor with windows all four sides, designed draw out hot air in the days before air conditioning( you see a few of those down here). Was just the right size for a sling. Remember thinking I would definitely put one up there if I could have afforded the house. Talk about a room with a view.

The locker room of a rugby club - after a match, being used by the whole team one after another.

I'm officially HIV+.

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PART SIX "Great stuff Cody, the money'll be with your stuff" I heard Seth say as I walked off. He must've known the money'd be too good to refuse and had already put it there. I was too busy following the trail of wet footprints to try & find Tim to ask what he was talking about. By the time I'd gotten to where all of the other guys must've gotten changed he was long gone. What I did find was Cade the make-up guy as he was about to leave. "Cody right? Your stuff's over there. From the size of the envelope you must've been fucked as well. Who'd you get?" "Ah, Tim" I sheepishly replied. "Yeah, he's the one that they usually use for first timers. Still, that'll be enough for a rounds of PrEP for you seeing his cum's worked its magic." I looked blankly at him and then a huge smile broke across his face. "Oh, you're already poz then and you don't care? That's great news." My blank face must've gone completely white as he said that, "Oh god...you've got no idea what I'm talking about do you?" "I...I'd never been with a guy before today." "Tell you what, give me a lift home & I'll explain it all. My boyfriend just got called out of town on business so I'll have to get an uber otherwise" As we drove to his place I explained my situation and he told me where to get PEP and that everything'd be alright. He usually worked on the "poz scenes" with Tim and others as he called them but hadn't been feeling too well the past week or so and was just doing some make-up work. He'd been pozzed some time ago by his long-term partner & knew Tim well through the area before working together. We pulled out the front of the place and he gave me the address of an anonymous sexual health clinic nearby where I could pick up the medication first thing in the morning, I was so relieved! "God Cade, I can't thankyou enough for all of your help. You're literally a lifesaver." "You're damn right I am, and that's why there is a way you can thank me. You're gonna come inside with me, and I'm gonna fuck that arse of yours." "But haven't you got a partner? And...you're a top?" "Haha, fuck you're such a fag, you didn't even think about your girlfriend when I said I was going to fuck you..." Fuck, he had a point there, "And I'm a top/vers, you'll find out why when we get inside." As we made our way to his apartment block, he took my hand as I looked around nervously, praying no-one would see me. "It's alright Cody, the more freaked out you look, the stranger it looks to everyone else." he was probably right, so I held his hand as we walked towards the entrance. He punched in his code & opened the door for me, using his hand on the small of my back to guide me, then it quickly drifted lower to my arse. I heard the elevator opening as we moved closer, and I was mortified as to who might see me like this when a lady in her sixties came out. "Ah hello Cade, Jeremy must be out of town is he?" "He sure is!" "Good thing I'm off to the movies then, you can make all the noise you want, give him one for me!" I couldn't help but be shocked as I entered the lift, "She's a neighbor then?" "Oh yeah, and the only problem she has with Jez & me is that sometimes we make too much noise. You're more hung up about this than anyone!" It was only when the door opened for his floor that I realised Cade's hand had slipped inside the back of my pants and was rubbing one of my cheeks. We walked into his apartment and he asked if I'd like a drink, I declined thinking the faster I'd be out of there the better. "The bedroom's through there," he nodded to the room. "I'm gonna grab a drink, leave your clothes here." I took my clothes off and made my way to what was a huge bedroom, standing with my back to the doorway. I soon felt Cade's breath on the back of my neck, and his hand groping my butt. "Mmm, no wonder they wanted you to stay back, kneel down in front of that seat over there." I made my way over to a big armchair & knelt in front of it as instructed. Cade was right behind me, putting his beer on the side table before he sat down. When he sat down, I knew immediately why he said he was a top. Although his dick was probably slightly on the larger side of the ones I'd sucked today, he had a massive piercing through its head. He must've seen my reaction as he laughed before saying, "That's why I'm a top mate, guys see that and their arse gets hungry for it, those that don't know about it already of course. I think it's known around town as "The Hole Destroyer"". "Um yeah...I can see why." "So it's in your best interests to get it good & wet before it goes in that pussy of yours." After the day I'd had, I was pretty well aware of what worked for guys so I got straight to work on him. I'd hoped that if I gave a really good blowjob, he might cum before fucking me. "Still hungry for cock after today? Wow, we might make a fag out of you yet. Plenty of eye contact too, that's such a turn on for me." I looked up at him, defeated. "Fuck, is there anything better than drinking a beer while you're getting a blowjob?" I knew there wasn't, but I'd never been in the position of giving one. It felt weird having a piercing in my mouth and I had to be careful on it. "Play with it in your mouth, I love that shit" Cade said. I flicked it with my tongue as I looked up at him, like it was my girlfriend's clit. "That's it man, you can take more than that, it's not gonna hurt." I smiled at his encouragement and took him deeper. "Theeeeeere's a good poof! I knew you loved it!" I didn't though, I hated it didn't I? "Righto, it's time." I felt his finger push into my arse. "Plenty of cum in there, Tim usually does a good job so you won't need much lube at all. Get on the bed for me." I obediently got up onto the bed and on all fours, presenting my hole to him. "No mate, it's not gonna be done like that. I wanna see your face when I take your hole, you're gonna ride me." END OF PART SIX

Local cumdump had an ad on grindr. I showed up and on my way in, there were two guys leaving. The smell of man-sex hit me in the face as soon as I opened the door. I get to the back bedroom of his shitty trailer house and there are 4 guys all in various stages of sin. I made 5. I drop my pants and sit on the bed and one fag immediately starts sucking me to life. The other three start a spitroast. Homeboy on my cock gets me to full attention and I tell him I want to fuck him. He starts to try to get out of it, saying he’s “mostly straight” and just likes to suck dick and swallow cum. I finally get him talked into trying. In the meantime his phone starts blowing up constantly, calls and texts. He says it’s his wife and kids. I get my dick worked all the way into him and start to stroke in and out of him. I can do some pretty fucked up shit sometimes when my dick is hard and I really have a homewrecker fetish. While I’m deep stroking him, his phone rings again. I grab it, slide the answer button, put it on speakerphone, and throw it down next to him. “Daddy, where are you?” are the words I heard as I slammed myself to the hilt in this “straight” man’s virgin hole while at least one of his kids listened to me use their father. Dad then whimpered an almost out of breath “tell mommy I’ll be home soon” as I started to grunt and breed him while he struggled to hang up the phone. This was like 8 years ago. Idk how old they were, but I wonder if they’re old enough to realize they were listening to their dad take a breeding from a stranger.

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.

I’m m keen to hear others thoughts and experiences with chastity. I’ve been self locked for almost 6 mts now, and I like it and think I will continue indefinitely. What are your experiences?

I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

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

It’s been a while since I’ve posted but my husband and I have recently moved. New location , new dick. I have my fair share of regulars here and get cum when I want but we’ve made some friends and play together with one of them. It’s supposed to be exclusive but still… now I have my husband and our buddy to cheat on. The other night I was home alone. Prime opportunity to cheat. The first guy was a bust. Lied on his Grindr profile and wasn’t my type. I went over to his place to swallow his cum but had to leave. I hopped right back on Grindr and found a married guy who happened to be in the area. He needed to hookup quick since he was headed home. I quickly made it back to my place and got ready for him. Unlocked the door and waited naked on my knees, sniffing poppers. His profile didn’t do him justice. He was a little chubby but hot af. I quickly undressed him and started sucking his cock. Now, he know I was cheating on my husband but I didn’t know he was a cheater until we were talking. He told me to get up and show him my ass so I did. He asked what my husband would think if he knew we were having sex and I told him he’d be pissed. He said his wife would be too. My dick got harder instantly, I almost came right there. He started to pound my hole raw and I asked how often he cheats. He replied, “as much as I can” and then asked me to which I said the same thing. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as cleaned out as I thought since I had to rush to get ready. He pulled out and cleaned off his dick but still wanted us both to cum. I ended up sucking him off and was so turned on I bust my nut while blowing him. As soon as he saw that he was super excited. He wanted me to keep sucking and jerking him and when he was about to cum he asked to cum on my dick and in my pubes to which I said fuck yes. He came all over my cock and mixed it with my load. I scooped some up and tasted it while he went to clean up and take a piss (I just wish I coulda tasted his piss). We chatted while he got dressed and damn was he sexy. One of the best hookups I’ve had in a long time. So glad I got to cheat on my husband and our buddy. I hope it happens again real soon.

its not always about choice. when i was young and m2m sex was new, i was more insecure, the world was a more dangerous place and other guys were more prejudiced, always wanting the younger guy to be more fem, so i was adamantly masc. now that im older and more sure of myself, society in general is much more tolerant, and guys suddenly think im a butch daddy just because im older, i feel more comfortable exploring my inner faggot. 25 years ago if u talked down to me id bounce. now, talk down to me an its like "schwing!" rock hard 😜

I'd be back as often as I could...

Oh I did.

Fuck I’m also working on my story with similar topic. I keep putting it off to complete it but I should.

Paper? Paper? You shouldn’t have been embarrassed, you should have been outraged. Could he have been more disrespectful? I’m embarrassed for him. In all honesty, had it been me, I would have had some difficulty complying with the instruction to ask someone else to lick it off of me because that would be a dominant act according to my training, but I would have certainly consumed it myself after cleaning it off with my own fingers and tongue. The idea of using paper…as though it were a spillage in aisle five…inexcusable.

Just one? Ok, will just mention the first that comes to mind. My fantasy place to be fucked is at a country mansion where I'm spending a night while on vacation. I realize pretty soon that everyone staying there are really tough-looking leathermen... The mansion turns out to be a gay-only hostel with a dungeon and it's gay camp for the BDSM community. I stayed the full week... mostly in the dungeon...

I had played with this couple several times. One Friday night at the bar, I see one of the guys w/o his partner. He was the hotter one by far - strictly top, dominant in bed, sweetheart otherwise with a killer dick and eyes made to make me melt. I asked where the partner was, he said family stuff back in Louisiana for a week. He asked me to go home with him, I happily did. After he came in my ass he told me "I wanna make love to you all weekend, fill your ass with so much cum it's still leaking when you go to work on Monday". I was putty in his hands. No showers, I don't think we put on more clothes than a pair of shorts to answer the door for pizza, and he fucked me stupid all over that apartment.

It was a few weeks past and I had been thinking about what Dillon said a lot. I was becoming more piggy and was loving these new found kinks of mine. But also what he said with the danger aspect of playing with dangerous guys. I don’t want to catch anything but the thrill of coming close seemed to make more sense. I should be able to have control of what happens to me and I can’t deny that I love Mr. Lewis’s cock. So I decided that the next time he tried to fool around, I’d be a bit more relaxed around him but I wouldn’t let him poz me. This particular night I had a strange dream. I was small, like a little action figure. Mr. Lewis was there and he was holding me in his hand. We were both naked and he was touching his cock to my ass, which at this point was massive in comparison to me. His cock head as big as a massive beach ball. “No stop! It will never go in!” His pre cum soaking me head to toe. He stopped and held my up to his face. “Oh well if you can’t appreciate my cock, then I have only one other use for you pig boy.” He leaned his head back and dangled me over him by my leg. “This way you’ll never escape me again.” “Grandpa no! Don’t do it! Let me go!” “You said it, not me!” He opened his mouth wide and dropped me. I landed on his tongue and his lips closed around my ankles. My feet sticking out of his mouth. It was hot and wet all over. I could feel his saliva mixing with his pre all over me. I was terrified, I thought his giant tongue was going to push me to his molars for chewing but instead he slurped my feet in and his tongue was pushing me to the back of his throat. “Grandpa please don’t! I’m not food!” Mr. Lewis gave a mighty gulp and I was now on a slimy slip ‘n slide headed down his throat. I could feel myself being squeezed on all sides as I was being pushed down into his abyss. At the bottom of his esophagus I was passing a meaty ring, the stomach welcoming the new meat. There was a wave of heat and I dropped into his deadly chamber. He was talking and I could barely make out what he way saying through his stomach. “Ahh, Now isn’t that better? My raw cock in your ass?” There was a shifting. The whole place was shaking. “Sir you should pull out!” Someone else was out there too. Mr. Lewis was fucking someone right after he swallowed me. “No need for that. If you can’t appreciate my cock, you’ll end up like the last ungrateful boy.” He was taking about me. The stomach walls were starting to close all around me and the slime all around was starting to give a burning sensation. “Grandpa let me out! You can’t do this! Someone help!” Mr. Lewis ignored my pleas. His stomach getting to work on me as he fucked his new replacement boy toy on the outside. I could do nothing but pass out from the process, grandpas thrusting rhythm rocking me to sleep. But then I woke up. I was awake for real, sitting in my bed. I was cold and in a sweat. My heart racing. I felt my face to make sure I was awake. My phone said it was 4:12 am. Not the best time to wake up from a nightmare. But I felt something else. It was like my balls were slightly sore. I checked them but when I looked there was a cum puddle between my legs. Holy shit did I have a wet dream?! That’s never happened before! And why that dream? Why THAT dream?! I chose to disregard everything that happened. Put it out of my mind. I cleaned myself up and wiped the sheets off. I had trouble getting back to sleep but eventually I managed. My fallowing day went okay enough despite the rough sleep. I came back from work tired. It was a long day and I was looking forward to getting to bed. I said hi to Rob on my way through. He seemed happy to see me. “Hi Rob. Holding down the fort as always?” “Same shit I always do. You done earning your living for the day?” “Yeah. Same daily grind but it pays your rent money he he.” “As long as it comes on time it doesn’t matter what you gotta do for it.” We went back and forth like that for a while. I occasionally looked down to his shoes. I figured I should shoot for being more bold. “Hey Rob. Did you maybe want to hang out sometime? You seem to always be preoccupied with work around here. Maybe you’d like a break?” He looked at me for a bit. Contemplating his options. “You still been playing with that Lewis fellow?” “Not for a several weeks now. He says hi all the time but that’s about it.” “Okay. How about a little later after 9 you come to my place? It’s on the first floor by the stairs. You seem like an interesting guy.” “Great. Sounds good.” I finally had something arranged with him! I was looking forward to spending time with Rob alone for so long. It seemed like we were becoming friends. That was good. I liked him. Today was seeming like it was going to end on a highlight. I wandered back to my place, showered and took care of what needed to be done around the place. I had some assignments for school but they could wait for a bit. As I went through my dresser, I saw the pile of clothes in there that belonged to Mr. Lewis. ‘Oh, I still have these.’ I thought to myself. Mr. Lewis hadn’t stayed over, but what with my attempts to keep my door blocked I guess he never got the chance. I really should get the key back from him. I can’t keep living with a chair on my front door, and I didn’t want to randomly wake up with strange cocks going up my ass. It was close to the time Rob said to meet him. Before I went I figured I’d try and get my key back. I figured I could go in and say hi for a bit, keep up with being the friendly neighbor and leave with my ass unmolested. I was approaching Mr. Lewis’s door with his clothes and stopped. All the close calls that happened there. He was a wicked old man that wanted to corrupt me. I managed to avoid getting pozzed so far. I had researched water sports and poz sex, and apparently getting your ass pissed in almost totally stops the load from taking hold. As far as I knew I hadn’t received any loads that were inside me uninterrupted. But I didn’t know how much luck I still had. I gave the door a knock, ‘okay, say hi, be friendly and neighborly, get the key and get out. That’s all you have to do’ it didn’t take long for him to answer. “Tommy boy! Good to see you!” He was his usual happy aloof self. He had his tank top on, barefoot, and a jock strap. The shape of his monster cock very visible. I could see it twitch a little as he greeted me. “Hi Mr. Lewis. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I brought your clothes as well.” “I’ve been well! But much better now you’re here. Come in my boy!” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me in. He put the clothing on the floor in a messy pile. Last time I was here we were watching tv that developed into something more. But this time I came over myself. So I can’t imagine he had any sneaky tricks up his sleeve. “I haven’t had any quality time with you in quite a while. You haven’t been avoiding me have you?” “No, I’ve just been focusing on school and work. Nothing against you.” I was trying to be as diplomatic as I could. “Actually I was wondering if I could get the key to my place back. I only have the two, so I get nervous about losing things.” “Like losing control with my cock? He he he.” He gave a playful poke in my ribs. We were sitting on his couch again. His arm on top of the sofa behind my back. “I kid, I kid. I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. I’ll be sure to give it to you. But tell me. Have you been up to any fun? I hear you went to one of Franks parties.” I guess I’m not surprised he heard about that. But thinking about it now it’s a little surprising he didn’t attend. “Yeah it was fun. I met some guys I could be friends with.” Mr. Lewis had his leg resting on his knee, his foot facing me. His toes lightly brushing my thigh. “I kept in contact with a couple.” “Oh? A couple of piss freaks hu? So tell me, how many cocks did you drink from?” At this point I wasn’t too shocked by his direct sexual talk. I’ve gotten used to his constant horny attitude. “I think, maybe five? One pissed inside me.” Mr. Lewis was now rubbing his crotch. “You nasty boy! I’m so proud of you! What other kinky stuff have you been up to? Spend time with George? He’s always asking about you.” “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I could do what he wants. Beside he isn’t much of the chatty type.” “He’s a direct bastard that’s for sure. He knows what he wants and doesn’t waste time getting what he wants. I always liked that about him. But you love his ass.” He was stroking his cock through his jock. It was getting hard, the small fabric struggling to hide it. “It’s uh, fine. But I can’t really have him showing up at my place unannounced.” He was rubbing my shoulder while he played with his jock through the material. I could tell he was getting his motor started. “Oh nonsense. He hasn’t been barging in at all. You’ve been a stubborn lil fucker blocking your door. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” He was still playful, I hadn’t heard an ounce of displeasure in his voice. Like every move I make is part of his game and seeing what I do to resist him adds to his entertainment. “I wouldn’t have to if I could properly lock my door.” I got up from the sofa. I figured if I sat there too long he’d strip naked and get up to mischief. “Any idea where you put that key?” Mr. Lewis got up too. His raging boner very apparent. “It might be in my bedroom. Let’s go take a look.” I fallowed him to his bedroom. There were sex toys, lube bottles, and other small bottles on the shelves that I assumed were poppers. The floor was covered in dirty socks and underwear. Everything smelled like him. Or more specifically, smelled like him in the heat of sex. I got the feeling like I was in a hazardous place. “Let’s see. How about you dig through some of that laundry in the floor. I’ll take a look over here.” I rummaged through his clothes. They all had an odor to them. Like he wore them a lot. Tank tops, underwear, socks, sweat pants. He really didn’t have much else. Some of the socks were hard. I could tell by the smell and feel that he probably came inside them. I wasn’t finding anything else. I got up to see if I could look elsewhere and I saw Mr. Lewis naked. His cock fully erect. His cock head huge, like it usually gets when he’s horny. He was looking through his dresser. “Don’t mind this. My boner was uncomfortable in that old thing. I’m not finding it here.” He moved to the bed and was laying down stroking his cock slowly. “How about you keep looking while I watch?” The bedroom no longer felt like a bedroom. It was more like I was in the stomach of a giant beast and if I didn’t leave soon I’d be digested. He was trying to entice me with his cock. I continued to look around while he was stroking himself. All I found were sex toys and porn. “Try under the bed.” He suggested. His feet hanging over the edge pointing at me. I walked over and got down between them. “Getting distracted by something?” He laughed. “No, I’m fine.” I shook the tempting thoughts out of my head and started looking under the bed. There was dirty laundry and a few used condoms with cum in them around me. Obviously he didn’t use them on anyone. Probably just used to catch his loads and thrown aside. I didn’t see anything of mine under the bed. “Not here either. Are you sure it’s in your bedroom?” Mr. Lewis stood up. His feet on either side next to my head. His right foot stepped on a condom and I saw the cum gush out between his toes. “Looks like I made a mess on my foot there. How about you clean it up?” He stuck it in my face. It smelled like dirty feet and cum. I couldn’t deny that I liked it, so I started licking the cum off of it. “That’s a good boy. Suck your grandpas toes.” He was stepping on my face, pinning me down. He smeared his foot on me, rubbing his cock. I did my best to lick up the cum. Mr. Lewis enjoyed stepping on me. I was enjoying giving him foot service. He motioned around and started pulling my shirt off. “Grandpa, I don’t really have time for this.” He yanked it off and threw it in a corner. “Nonsense, you get to seem me nude. I should be able to see you too.” He was unbuttoning my jeans when I decided that was far enough.I got up and nudged his hands off my pants. My ass crack poking out. “If we can’t find the key perhaps I can come back another time.” I was rubbing my face off with one of his socks on the ground. “Oh now I remember! I gave it to George! Let’s go see him. I think he has company over.” Mr. Lewis guided me by the arm towards the hallway. Of course he was walking out naked. Why would it matter to him? “I don’t think I need to go over there. I have plans.” We were in front of his door. Mr. Lewis was rubbing my nipples. “We’re just going to say hi. He’s missed you. And I’ve missed this ass.” He went behind me and pulled my pants down far enough to reveal my ass. He held me from behind and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. He reached over and opened George’s door. It wasn’t locked. “Go on in.” He gave a hump and his cock head poked my ass, causing me to move forward into the apartment. He kept jabbing me in the ass. Like he was herding me inward more into George’s place. He shut the door behind him. “You can stay a little while can’t you?” He was in front of me now. Trying to guide me toward the bedroom. I would have tried and leave but I felt like had a little more confidence in myself. I was definitely getting horny and curious as to what he had planned. I was fairly sure I could spend some time here and leave without things getting too out of hand. When we entered the bedroom George was rimming a chubby bear. It was one of the bears who’s piss I drank during the party. The ones who double dicked my mouth and Dillon helped drink with me. “Hey there old George! Don’t mind us. Tommy here was just looking for his spare key. My that sure looks like fun.” Mr. Lewis got on the bed and was playing with George’s ass. “It’s in a dresser around here. How’s about you have the pig give me some service for it?” Mr. Lewis was sliding his cock into George’s ass. George didn’t seem to notice or was too preoccupied with licking the other bears ass. “Sounds fair to me! Foot pig! While I wet my whistle here a bit. How about you lick his feet? You gotta earn that key back.” George was on all fours while Mr. Lewis was fucking him slowly. Their feet lined up in a row. George’s were plumper then Mr. Lewis’s. It seemed like a harmless request so I got on the bed and went down on George’s soles. Running my tongue up and down them. His flavor was strong but I liked it. Of all the kinks I’ve done I think this was probably my favorite. Mr. Lewis was drilling away, not fast or hard. But enjoying his time. His ass was above me and I was tempted to play with it, maybe take a break from the foot licking and rim him. But that would be escalating things too much so I studiously focused on George’s feet. I gave both of them a thorough cleaning. About 10 minutes worth. I was sucking on his toes for quite some time before I felt hands on my ass. When I looked up both George and the other bear were side by side on there knees. Both asses facing me. I hadn’t realized that everyone shifted positions, and Mr. Lewis was next to me. His slippery cock pointing at my face. “You’ve been doing such a good job foot pig but the boys over here want to feel your handy work. Go on, finger them.” I was still a little foot drunk and horny so I reached for both of their asses. George on the left, piss bear on the right. Both their holes were large and sloppy wet from spit, lube, and sex fluids. My index and middle fingers went in no problem. “Good boy. Work those fingers in. Don’t be shy. Stick some more in.” I pushed in a couple more. Each hole taking in four fingers. The guys were moaning. They felt hot and wet inside. It was kinda nice. Mr. Lewis was holding my wrist helping me finger fuck George. “That good, get up in there. Old George here is accustomed to getting his hole stretched. Let’s get you fully inside him.” He was pushing my hand in further. The ass was loose, but my hand was struggling to go in. I had never fisted anyone before. I tried applying the same force on piss bear as well. They were both grunting ass I was slowly sinking in but I was having trouble getting my knuckles past their fleshy rings. Mr. Lewis then jolted my elbow forward hard and my entire hand popped into George’s ass up to my wrist. “Ah fuck! Yeah that’s it!” George yelled. I was worried about my hand going so far up his ass but I only felt his moist insides. “Holly shit it’s actually in!” It was an astonishing sight. The chubby ass gulping down my hand. I was wearing his hole like a bracelet. “That’s a good lad! George here cleaned out earlier. So it’s smooth sailing. Now for the other hand!” Mr. Lewis encouraged. I was slowly pushing my hand in George, fist fucking him. My knuckles were still outside piss bear’s ass so I applied the same amount of force on him that Mr. Lewis gave my other arm. It popped inside him as well up to my wrist. “Shit! That’s all in!” He grunted as I made both hands into fists inside them and started needing their colons in tandem. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I know I did some wild stuff in the past but this was at the top of the list for me. Their holes were squeezing me tight as I pumped my arms forward and back. Their moans and grunts kept coming. They were loving this. My cock was hard and struggling in my pants. “Nothing like a good double fisting eh pig boy?” Mr. Lewis was rubbing my boner through my pants. I was starting to moan as well. It was an intense play session and I was enjoying myself when in the past I’d be too scared to do anything like this. “How about I suck that cock of yours. Looks like you need to get out of those pants. Hey fellas! Turn him over for me.” What did that mean, ‘turning me over’? Before I could think about it too much. Piss bear was turning over on his back with my fist still up his ass. Then George rolled over him, pulling me with him, flipping me on my back. He turned over and now piss bear was on the left side of the bed and George was on the right. Both of them on their backs and me on mine. George’s left foot by my right cheek and piss bears right foot by my left cheek. Their legs over my shoulders. “There now. Now we can pull these off ya.” Mr. Lewis was taking my pants off and my cock sprang up slapping my belly. “Keep working on their holes boy. You’re doing a good job.” He went down on me. Taking my cock in his mouth. It felt great. My fists firmly lodged in two bears, feet by my face, and my cock getting sucked by grandpa. “Grandpa this is amazing!” I couldn’t help but love what was happening. He was sucking my cock so expertly. Working my shaft and kissing my head. He went down and I could feel it enter the back of his throat. “Fuck, that’s it! Swallow me whole! Ah!” An interesting choice of words, probably brought on by last nights dream. “Such an eager boy today. Grandpa is going to make sure you feel good.” He started sucking my balls as he stroked me. I was thrusting my fists up into George and piss bear. They were jacking their cocks as they watched me. Mr. Lewis was licking my balls and going down my taint. He lifted my legs and dug his tongue in my ass. I was now being rimmed. He was ravenous on my ass. Sucking me and tongue fucking me. I was turning my head to kiss the bear feet beside me. Piss bear lifted his foot so I could taste the bottoms. I got my tongue between his toes and licked them thoroughly. He tasted good. I was leaking pre and my hole was getting worked on by grandpa. It was so hot. I never dreamed I would find myself in a situation like this. My ass was feeling great but there was only so much a tongue could do. I thought about Dillon and his words. The danger aspect of Mr. Lewis. But I felt confident I could handle him. I spoke from under piss bears foot. “Grandpa if you cum outside, you can fuck me. Please I need to feel your cock.” That got his attention. He got up from eating my ass and looked at me. His cock resting on my ass. “You’re begging for my cock? Oh well this a definitely a new side of you I love! Very well foot pig. This 9 inch cock is going to stir up your guts real good!” He spread my legs and was rubbing his cock around my hole. He was stroking it hard. My hips here rocking on him. Then he grabbed my foot and started licking it. “Mmm such a sweet boy you are, your foot is making me leak hard.” He was sucking my toes now. His cock still outside my ass but kissing my entrance. I could feel the size of his large flared head. He kept jacking his cock as he licked my foot. His hand moving faster on his dick, his breath getting labored. I was getting anxious and wanted to feel it in me so I wrapped my other leg around his ass and tried guiding him forward into me. His cock head pushing against my hole. “Woah there, if you’re that eager you have to ask for it. Ask me to fuck you with my poz cock.” I knew I was playing with fire but I was loving everything that was happening. I could tell when he was close to cuming so I could tell him to pull it out before he dumped his load in me. I just really wanted to be fucked. If I could feel that monster cock go to town on my ass, I was okay with indulging his kink talk. “Please fuck me with your poz cock grandpa.” “Good boy! Finally.” Mr. Lewis started pushing in. My hole was sleek and hungry for cock. His tip popped in me and he pushed the the rest in me slow. All 9 inches deep into me. I could feel my guts struggling to accommodate his length and the girth of his head. But it was so good and I didn’t resist. He started fucking me. My legs over his shoulders. I kept fist fucking my human oven mitts. The large men seemed to be in ecstasy of the work I was putting in. They really loved watching me take cock up the ass. Mr. Lewis was pounding away at me. Slamming his hips into me. His balls slapping my ass as he gripped my thighs. “You love this dirty cock fucking up your insides don’t you?” “Yes grandpa. It’s so big!” “Big and raw. Your ass is doing a fine job sucking my cock. It’s going to easily work a big load out of me.“ His ball slapping thrusts got faster. He was so energetic. I kept kissing the feet next to me while my ass was getting pulverized. My fists pushing further in the men above me. “If you want me to cum outside you’ll have to say when.” I gave a nod in acknowledgment. I let Mr. Lewis have his fun for a while longer then I could feel his body getting tense. His cock feeling extra hard. “Oh boy, I’m getting close. Perhaps I should pull out.“ His voice had a slight teasing tone to it. His hips still fucking me but not as deep as before, pulling a few inches of his fantastic cock out. I knew the risks, but I wanted to feel that cock deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around Mr. Lewis’s waist and slammed him into me, making him drill his cock in deeper. I assisted with his thrusting using my feet on his ass. “Oh? Are you sure about this? It could end up blowing inside you!” He had a wicked smile. I wasn’t going to let him do that but I wanted him to get as close as possible. So I kept my legs around him. “I know just keep going!” His fast fucking was now with a purpose. Mr. Lewis was trying to go straight for a cum blast. It was driving me insane. Each thrust churning my guts up. “Oh fuck pig boy I’m going to cum! Fuck my cock is so deep in your neg ass!” I could only moan. I could feel his cock swelling and getting rockhard. The type of steel stiffness it gets as it’s preparing to shoot. I wanted to feel it fuck into me until the last second. he was grunting as he was drooling, the two bears I was fisting were moaning, I was moaning too. It was a true four-way of depravity. “Oh shit, here comes! Gonna shoot it! Your ass is in trouble!” His balls were primed up, his cock fucking deep in to me, my legs wrapped around him pulling him in tight. “I know just shoot your load grandpa! Fucking shoot it!” “Yes! It’s finally going to breed ya pig! OH FUCK!” This was it. His face was distorting as his orgasm began. I was going to pull my hands out of the hungry holes and push his cock out of me. But the two bears clenched their asses on my wrists. I couldn’t get out. In that moment I realized I was being tied down to the bed, where the shackles were two bear chubs ass holes trying to devour my arms. And Mr. Lewis’s cock was thrusting hard as it was reaching orgasm now. “AAAAAAGH!!-“ “GRANDPA STO-“ I tried to tell him to pull out, but George and piss bear lifted their feet and plopped them on my face. Both feet pressing down and covering my entire head. Their toes curling over my lips keeping my mouth shut. The smell of them causing my head to spin. All I could feel was they’re assholes clamping down on my wrists locking me in place, and a stone pillar of a cock slamming into me hard. “-AAAAGH! FUCK! YES! MY FULL BLOWN AIDS LOAD IS IN YOU!” Mr. Lewis slammed home and let out a mighty torrent of sperm, blasting directly up into my intestines. Each thrust shooting another ribbon, I tried to scream but i was muffled between the two chubby bear feet smothering my face. All the while, the poz cock was depositing continuous load after load deep in my body. I was able to keep track. He shot 20 streams of cum deep inside of me. I could feel almost every one of them forcefully shooting out of his fat cock head. Once his cock finished delivering it’s deadly poison. Mr. Lewis collapsed onto me. His cock was still hard. He was gently fucking his load in. Keeping it inside of me. The two bear chubs still gripping onto my hands, still smothering my face with their feet. Mr. Lewis finally got me. He finally managed to blast a massive load of his poz cum up in me. “Ah, looks like I finally managed to infect you with my rancid seed pig boy. My balls just emptied into you a massive load of high viral AIDS poison. And you wrapped your legs around me and made me deliver it. I always knew it would end up like this. From the moment you walked into this building the first time I knew you would end up my tainted fuck toy.” I couldn’t speak. Even if my face wasn’t being smothered by thick feet, I would still be in too much shock to say anything. I was thinking about Rob. I thought about our plans for tonight, that I was supposed to just get my key back and go over to his place. I was filled with guilt and shame. I can’t go to him now. Mr. Lewis kept fucking me as he was dirty talking to me. The feet on my face making it hard for me to breathe. I was getting lightheaded and felt like I was about to pass out. “Keep on holding him fellas. I’m going to work up another load. I’m not going to stop until it takes in him.” He kept fucking me. I was still being trapped by bear ass and feet. The last thing I remember before passing out was wrapping my legs around Mr. Lewis and helping him work up to another cum shot. Epilogue: It had been a few weeks since Mr. Lewis entrapped me in his game to get his load inside me. I never made it to my meeting with Rob. In the days since he seemed to be his usual self. Unfazed by me blowing him off. We only ever made small talk. I felt too guilty to try and reschedule anything with him. I had just gotten over cold or flew. It was pretty mild so I wasn’t sure if it was because of grandpa’s breeding. But it did make me feel like I shouldn’t play around with Rob if he ever asks. I came to terms that I was a kinky pig like how Mr. Lewis always referred to me as. I embraced that side of me. I grew a lot in these last few months. I could barely recognize the sheltered timid guy I was. Even though grandpa won his game I wasn’t going to embrace being a poz pig. I haven’t been tested yet, fearing the results. I’ll get around to it eventually. But I noticed a change. Mr. Lewis seems to have lost some interest in me. I even got my key back from George. He doesn’t express as much enthusiasm when we pass each other by. I guess to him I’m now back to the neighbor who helped with his plumbing.

On Sunday this guy I had hooked up with about a month ago sent me a message in the morning saying his mom would be at church for a while so he could host. Our first hookup was pretty anon, I was head down ass up for it, and only glanced at his face after he came and quickly left. He was a cute young black guy with a truly massive dick. So, it wasn't shocking to learn he still lived with his mum. I agreed to get ready and head over to his place and I'm so glad I did. I get the impression he is very new to sex; his dick is 9+ inches but he tried to shove it all in right away. When I reacted and kinda pulled away he seemed surprised and kept apologizing. When I got more used to his cock and he started to rhythmically fuck me he kept repeating "wow fuck" over and over like it was a new sensation for him. Eventually I started talking dirty to him and as soon as I started in on him breeding my pussy, he couldn't hold it anymore and unloaded deep inside. This boy is so cute. I asked how old he was as I was leaving and he's 19. I'm now in my 30's and he's definitely the youngest guy I've fucked age gap wise. Looking forward to taking a lot more of his loads and teaching him a thing or two.

I hope this one gets continued...

I don't necessarily feel it, which is why I LOVE it when a top says ,"Here's my load!" or something like that. I love that symbiotic feeling of him coming inside me and me soaking it up, and even better when we verbalize it.

Chapter 30 Even though the guy’s cock was smaller than the Kids, he knew that the woman could handle it. He decided that the Kid was going to need some encouragement to do the right thing. He started working more of the woman’s natural lube up the Kid’s ass. The guy straddled the Kid and aimed his cock at the sloppy hole of the Kid. He pushed the head of his cock against the Kid’s hole and pushed the head inside. While the Kid was longer than the guy’s cock, the Guys cock was thicker and it was somewhat wedge shaped where the base was a lot wider than at the head. When it popped in, the Kid simply moaned. He needed the intrusion up his ass. The guy was able to reach around and somehow grab the woman’s hips. He yanked her hips back and at the same time rammed his cock up the Kid’s ass. The Kid yelped and then gave a deep guttural groan. This action forced the Kid to shove forward and impaled the woman on his full length. She cut loose with a high pitch cry and then a guttural groan herself. It was a truly great sound, one reaction causing another. He pulled back a little and the Kid went back against the cock in his. The Burning sensation on his asshole made the action feel like his hole was turning inside out. It was both painful and pleasant. With the brutality of the initial penetration the Kid’s hole would have ripped, but the woman’s cum secretions helped keep that from happening. With her juices in his ass he now really had a cunt. With the guys cock about half way out of the Kid her rammed back in. One again the two under him emitted a those synchronized grunts and groans. It didn’t take long for the guy to feel his climax approaching. This was really exciting, if others could have seen this there probably would have been cum flying everywhere. The show would have to wait for another time. The guy kept up the same routine as long as he could but he needed to nut. It had been a few days and with the Vitamins he was taking he knew this was going to be a hue load. When he was about to shoot he said “ I guess there are going to two bitches getting knocked up today “. The Kid felt the guy’s cock get harder and it seemed to swell more. This caused the Kid’s cock to harden even more. The Kid knew that he was about to finally get that huge climax he needed badly. He felt it building deep in his body, his ass was twitching around the guy’s cock even more. The woman’s ass was gripping his cock even more than before. The woman was helping herself by rubbing breasts the best she could do, The Kid had one of his hands under the woman and was pinching her clit more than before. Every time he pinched her clit her ass muscles would contract and grip his cock more. This in turn made his asshole squeeze down on the guy that was up his ass. The guy couldn’t take any more and pulled back and then rammed up the Kid’s ass. The thickest part of his cock was now firmly planted in the kid and plugged his opening so that none of the cum cold seep out. The strong throbs pulsed deep in the Kid’s rectum filling and coating his insides. The motion of the guy plugging deep in the Kid’s forced his cock to go in the woman’s ass to the root. The kid stared firing rope after rope of cum into the woman. The Kid wasn’t aware but he was now pulling and pinching hard on the woman’s clit. This and the deep anal penetration triggered her climax. Her ass was milking the Kid’s cock which had his ass milking the guy’s cock. The woman couldn’t stop coming, her bell was ringing hard and didn’t seem to want to stop. With her ass clamping down on the Kid’s cock she was controlling everybody’s climax and until she was done the guy’s couldn’t stop.

Regarding the Vault, I can only speak about naked nights on Mondays and Thursdays. I went last night and although not crowded it was excellent. I got plenty of raw cock inside me. The Bunker I have even less experience of. I've been to a couple of naked events there and it was good but the age range of people there tends to be more mature (like me!). Nothing wrong with that...in fact you get better sex from experience I find! For Sundays probably best place is SBN I'm Vauxhall. Usually heaving there. See jamiehp.co.uk for details. Whatever you do, enjoy yourself

I can;t say I can actually feel the flow of a man's semen as it is released in me. What I do feel is the whole buildup to orgasm and the ensuing climax. Nothing better than feeling the guys pace quicken, his dick going deeper and the swelling of his as he approaches ejaculation. I love being on the bottom looking him in his eyes, seeing his face contort, hear him moan and see his breathing get deeper. Some guys go balls deep at this time and stop. Then I can feel their dick pulsing knowing his seed his exploding in me. It is the most intimate thing a man can experience.

Chapter 13 His Neighbor had the needle piercing the skin of the Kid. He looked over at this arm and saw that the Neighbor was ready to inject him. At the same time he felt something penetrating his ass. It felt cold but at the same time he very warm. The Neighbor said “ Hope you ready for this, It will get you twisted really quick”. He was grinding on what ever was up his ass. It wasn’t very big but it felt great. He also heard someone comment that there were only three bottoms tonight and so far they had over twenty confirmed tops. The Neighbor heard that and told the Kid “ Hope your ready for the Fun tonight. You three will probably be here for a couple days. We usually have few bottoms to server the guys”. At that moment the effects of the drugs hit him. His ears were ringing and his had a taste in his mouth. He stared coughing and his body was on fire. His cock that had the sounds in it felt like it never did before. What he didn’t know was that the guy administering it had pulled out the first one and had pushed a larger one in. this one had a special use, it was hollow and could inject anything that a master wanted to put in there. IN this case was a drug from the orient that would keep him hard but had a nasty side effect. No matter how hard a guy tried, he would not be able to cum for hours, it was designed to drive the patient crazy with lust. At the same time, whatever he had up his ass wasn’t near enough, he wanted more, a lot more. He could feel a burning in his body. The Guy gently rubbed the Kid’s chest and nipples. The Kid was doing what he could to get more action everywhere on his body. He could feel something happening on his ass but he couldn’t figure what it was. With the drugs taking effect he was going crazy. He felt that cold object pulled from his ass and then the sounds was pulled out. That tingled and he felt a hot rush spread from it to his nuts. He then felt something rubbing on his ass. It was a hot cock and the kid tried to move down to get it in his but strapped down as he was, he was unable to move than an inch either way. This was by design. The guy in this position could not see who or what was going up his ass and could not move to get anymore in him or to get away from it. That part of his body was held prisoner. The Kid heard the guy next to him objecting to something that was happening on the other sire of the wall. He was saying “ Please. No more. I am already feeling the effects of the first one and i am burning up”. He looked over and about that time he saw the guy moved to the extent of his bindings. Apparently, someone put something up his ass. The Kid could clearly see the guy’s eyes and they looked like they were going to pop out. The Guy loudly said “ Shit! That hurts “. The Neighbor walked over to the Guy and said ‘ You’ve had a double dose of meth pushed up your ass, Remember you asked for that”? the guy was panting and said “ Yes, But .. “ His word was cut off by what ever was going in his ass, he looked like he was going to explode . The Neighbor said “ Be careful what you ask for, you wanted this, now your getting it weather you want it or not “. The Neighbor put a ball gage in the guy’s mouth and fastened it. the guy was mumbling and couldn’t be heard much. The Neighbor said “ I will take that gage off in a few minutes. BY then you will not be objecting much “. The Neighbor looked over at the Kid and said the guy had asked to get his ass really messed up and to get spun out of his mind. That is exactly what he will be getting. The Drugs will last for a long while and when we are done with him tonight they will be taking him to the farm. That is an actual farm that uses migrant workers this time of year. The one that they will be taking him to had over one hundred men that look forward to some release. He said the guy will be tied to a special fucking bench and blindfolded. His cock, ass and mouth will be available to use for anything. It is not unusual to see the tied person get thirty or more loads in his ass over the weekend, And that doesn’t count the piss injections or the loads he will be swallowing. He said that he took a guy there last month, he stayed there to make sure he wasn’t killed or damaged to badly. He was also there to make sure he kept spun and horned up. There is one migrant worked that is probably a mutant in the cock area. He is Mexican and his cock almost hangs almost to his knees and would take two hands to circle the thickness. I have never seen anything that big. He fucked the guy, I watched the guy and put a ball gage in his mouth before the guy stared penetrating him. He said he actually took the gage off the guy to make sure he wasn’t hurting to much. Between the excitement and the drugs, he was wanting more in him. The Mexican blew and enormous load in the guy’s ass. When the Mexican pulled out, the Cum sprayed out like a hose. Hie ass gaped open, it practically ruined the fun for the others after that. The Neighbor walked over to the Kid, knowing he was already high and the drugs were working on him. He licked the Kid’s sensitive nipples and asked “ You think you would want that.“?

This pig is on the same page as many of it's fellow cocksuckers. Gloryholes are meant for anonymous sex. This faggot LOVES sucking off men for the most part, but occasionally a stranger insists on it giving up it's cunt. So it does so. Bare, always. It's not about this slut. It's about a man and a pair of holes. The gloryhole and it's mouth. It isn't a person, it's a mean's to an end, a method. The horny stranger uses the gloryhole to get off, and not only does he lack respect for the owner of the mouth, he regards it with utter contempt. Further, the pig not only doesn't expect or deserve his respect, IT DOESN'T WANT IT. All it wants is to be used and to receive his thick, hot cum. In fact, it craves the stranger's contempt and disgust. Not as much as it craves his cum, but it needs it nonetheless. The gloryhole is perfect for worthless, cum hungry faggot's who only want to submit their mouth and throat to meet the needs for pleasure of real men. This pig is so happy when it is naked, on it's knees, doing what it loves for hours and hours. Sucking men's cocks one after another and eagerly anticipating fresh loads of stranger semen. It especially loves it when the donor, after squeezing out every last drop and wiping it off on the pig's tongue, zips up and leaves as if it just finished pissing at the ballgame. As if this pig's throat is just the drain at the bottom of the urinal. It revels in being completely depersonalized and used as a piece of equipment and it loves the gloryhole for giving it that opportunity.

Had plans arranged last night for a threesome. Me, the friend who always tops me, and a sexy younger bottom who we were going to share. Alas the bottom backed out part-way through the day, so we reverted to our usual M.O. - my friend would pump 2 or 3 loads into me before sucking me off and swallowing mine. I was just about to leave the office for his place when he messaged to say that he had been called to a highway project where a fellow engineer hadn't shown up for work. It was an hour and a half in the wrong direction, so there went my plans! So what to do? The obvious choice was the only one on my mind: bookstore! I drove to one that wasn't too far from home, paid my entrance fee and went into the booth area. This place is different from the last one I went to: there is no public room, just row after row of booths, a lot of them with glory holes. There were not many booths in use, mostly guys milling around, so I took my chance. I went into a booth with a glory hole, started the video and waited, my little brown bottle making regular trips to my nose while I did. The booth on the other side of the glory hole had a door with a very distinctive creak when it moved, so it was easy to tell when someone was entering. It didn't take long before I heard it. Like Pavlov's dog, I took another huff, placed my fingers in the glory hole to indicate I was sucking, then got on my knees and placed by mouth at the opening. I didn't have long to wait. My lips were soon wrapped around a cock of average size and I went to town, sucking and slobbering. But then he pulled back! He must have been close to cumming, because he zipped up and left the booth. I flipped through the videos and found a good bareback one while I waited. After about 10 minutes the door creaked again. I watched through the hole as the new guy stood and stroked a while with the door open. My fingers and open mouth indicated I was there to be used, and once he got hard he shoved a meaty 7-incher through the hole and down my throat. My head was swimming from the poppers as I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking and licking and drooling on the floor while I worked that beautiful piece of meat. Through the fog I did notice, however, that someone kept opening the door to the booth I was in. I could only imagine the sight of a business guy in his work clothes, on his knees and servicing a stranger's cock. After a few minutes I was rewarded. I heard his breathing quicken and then he grunted as the slightly sweet, slightly salty taste of his cum coated my tongue. I swallowed greedily. No sooner had he zipped up and left than someone else entered the booth - the guy who had checked me out, perhaps? He didn't need much prep, just unzipped and took out his hard cock and then pressed it through the hole. I worked it like the dutiful slut that I am, and soon he too was coating my tongue. There was a lull after that. I heard the hinge next door creak a couple of times but any time I looked there was no one in there. So eventually I stopped the video and left the booth to wander around a bit. There were only two or three guys and they all stood in corners checking their phones. But after walking around a bit longer I noticed that a few more guys had arrived, and no one seemed to be going into the booths. So I went back to the one I had been using to try my luck one more time. I had fifteen minutes before I had to leave. I restarted the movie and waited. Sure enough, I heard the door creak, then the latch click and the lock engage. Another huff and I was on my knees, open mouth waiting at the hole. I stayed there for what seemed like a few minutes, but nothing happened. Peeping through I saw that he was facing the screen and stroking a nice-sized uncut hog. Was he bogarting the booth to be a dick and keep me from getting any more cock? I needn't have worried. As I watched he turned toward the hole. I quickly got my mouth back into position and as soon as I did he shoved it in. I worked the tip with my tongue while I worked my head back and forth. The drool poured from my mouth and onto the floor as I took him as deep as I could (without breaking my nose, of course). Before long his cock began pulsing against my lips and I tasted his cum. Once again I swallowed like a good cum dump. Satisfied, he zipped up and left. I hung around for a few more minutes to see if anyone else might enter in the little time I had left, but that was it for the evening. I left the video playing in the booth so maybe someone could pick up where I left off, and headed out into the cooling night. Four cocks, three loads in just over an hour - not bad. Next time maybe I'll see how they react to a clean, lubed asshole waiting at the glory hole instead!

Dad’s Basement - Part Four As the week went on Dad taught me more and more about man to man raw sex, although it wasn’t physical, I knew that would change once the weekend arrived. Dad didn’t hold back when it came to my new sexual education, the more twisted and perverted the harder his cock got, and well, mine too. As each day past, my anticipation grew. I wondered if this would be the day that Dad popped my cherry, but it wasn’t and soon it was Friday. “Morning Son,” Dad said, as he slapped his hard cock against my forehead. “Morning." “Tonight is a big night for you. I have left you something on the table. You know what you need to do today for tonight,” he said, tucking his hard cock inside his pants. “Yes, Daddy.” “We both have to be ready for tonight,” he said. "See you about two this afternoon, Son.” With that he left, leaving me in my bed with my morning hard on which I slowly stroked under the covers, only to return saying “Son, quit playing with your cock. In fact don’t touch the fucker until I tell you. Not even to piss.’ “Fuck” I said, but it was too late. He was gone. Slowly I got out of bed, thinking pissing is going to be interesting and messy today as I headed down to the kitchen to see what he had left me. Wasn’t hard to find, he had propped a new jock in its packaging up against a huge black fake dick. Seeing this caused me to smile. Written on a post it was a note which read 'Wear this all day. Mark it as yours'. I opened the new jock and stepped into it. My hard cock tented the material of the pouch out. It was going to be a long day of getting ready for tonight in the basement, so I had to do what Dad had told me to do in order to be ready. Dad came home a little after two to find me seated on the floor in my jock which was still tented outwards by my hard cock and now stained yellow from piss. "Damn, that’s fucking hot, Son,” Dad remarked with pleasure. “Thanks,” I replied with a grin. We both did our thing to prepare for the night's activities, and were ready about 6:00 PM. I was in the kitchen leaning against the counter in my nasty jock when Dad came in. No words were spoken as he opened the basement door and disappeared into the darkness. I quickly moved towards the door and then down the stairs until I bumped into Dad at the bottom. My pouch inadvertently rubbed against his ass. “Easy Son. There will be time for that shortly.” I could hear movement already in the basement, yet it was completely dark. I began to think that the darkness was messing with my mind, until Dad hit the light switch and there in the middle of the room was eight nude men, each man's cock obscenely hard and pointing directly at me. Some of the men I recognized, while others were new to me. Dad turned to me, gabbed my upper arms in his fists and announced “Tonight Son, each of these men, will fuck and seed your neg hole. The goal is to convert you.” “Does that include you Dad?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH” he firmly declared, adding “I will be the first and the last in the first part of tonight's conversion party." My cock got harder in my pouch. I could not believe it. Tonight Daddy was going to take my virgin cherry as well as my disease cherry. My hole twitched as I looked at the men in the room and the hard man cocks. Never one to waste time, Dad pulled me into the locker room, where he pulled down my jock, freeing my hard cock. He positioned me on the empty wall, as another man stepped forward with a camera, his hard cock bouncing as he moved. I saw a flash and then I was pulled in a new direction. Fuck these twisted fuckers were in a hurry. I lost my jock in the locker room, not really caring if I ever saw it again. Then I was taken back to the first room. A fuck bench had been moved to the middle of the room. My heart was pounding and I felt my legs getting weak, the excitement was getting to be too much. It was obvious what was intended. I climbed on the bench, both my holes exposed for easy access. I felt my arms and legs being tied to the bench as my torso. With what was about to happen, these men wanted me to stay in place. Rough hands roamed my body, my ass was slapped over and over, nipples pinched, my cock jacked and balls squeezed. I felt one cock after another slap my face while other men spat in my face. I closed my eyes, hoping this was not a dream. I wanted this. A hot breathe in my ear asked “You want this Son?” It was my Daddy. I nodded in affirmation. “Not good enough, Son.” “Yes.” “You want Daddy and his friends to fuck you, to shoot their poz loads in your hole, to gift you their disease?” “FUCK YES DADDY! Fuck me, poz me, convert me.” “Good boy,” he said as the other men grunted in approval. My ass was spread wide by two men, as something rough was pushed into my hole. It hurt like hell as it passed through my clenched hole. I could feel scratching inside my hole as this object moved in and out of me. As my mind tried to get my mouth to object to this invasion in my hole, my cock jumped and leaked over powering my mind. Then the object was abruptly withdrawn, causing my hole to clinch shut in pain. Tears welled-up in my eyes, which I fought to stop. Again I felt breath in my ears announcing “Your fuck hole is ready Son.” My Dad was displaying a bloody toothbrush for my inspection. Standing up, he stroked his cock and handed the tooth brush to a tattoo covered man with a big uncut cock. Hands were still exploring my body, teasing and torturing me. My ass was burning from all the slaps. “Men, Let the games begin," Dad announced, asking me "Are you ready for Daddy’s cock, Son?” I felt Dad’s cock head rub up and down my crack. My legs were shaking from fear as well as excitement, knowing my Dad was going to take both my cherries right now. His head teased me over and over, until he grabbed my hips, and thrust his cock head into my hole. It resisted at first, but with consent pushing and the slapping of my ass checks from other men, it open and his cock plunged deep into my hole. The pain was intense. I screamed as he continued to push deeper and deeper, until he was balls-deep. He continued to press against my ass with his body, holding me to him as I tried to pull away and fight my bindings. The men all around grunted in approval of my Dad's assault on my ass. Some liquid was flowing freely down my crack and onto my balls. Dad pulled his cock out slowly, allowing me to feel every vein on his shaft, until only his head was inside my broken hole. Without warning he thrust back into my hole, doing this over and over. The pain continued with each thrust of his cock, but slowly diminished, until it was replaced with pleasure. My grunts of pain, turned to moans. “He’s fucking enjoying it now,” someone observed, adding “I can’t wait to shove this uncut cock into that used broken boy hole and let him feel that extra cock skin.” Someone else commented “Fuck, I have a week's worth of cum churning in my balls for this boy," and yet another "Conversion is almost certain for your boy.” Dad continued to fuck my hole, increasing his rhythm, balls bouncing off my ass. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal. His breathing was getting faster and faster too. I knew it would not be long until his poz load would be shooting into my wrecked hole, and I was right. “Here it comes Son. Daddy is going to corrupt you, convert up, fuck you up,” he exclaimed in triumph as he pushed in deep as his cock started shooting its toxic load out of the piss slit, which was accompanied by the declaration “Daddy is pozzing your boy pussy!” I could feel his cock jump. I could feel his cum shooting inside hitting the sensitive walls of my ass. Once done, he abruptly withdrew, which left my ass leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. Another cock head was breaching my hole, filling me up again, driving in balls-deep as the new man gripped my hips. I closed my eyes. This time the pain was less and was quickly replaced with pleasure. “Good job Son” my Dad said in my ear, “look at Daddy’s cock.” I opened my eyes to see my Dad’s semi hard cock in front of me. It was red with blood, mixed with cum. I could not believe his magnificent tool had been in my hole. “Clean my cock, Son.” With out hesitating I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. I licked and suck on his cock, tasting my blood and his cum, knowing that it was the second poz cum load he had given me, but the first one up my pussy. The man behind me continued to fuck my hole. His cock wasn't as thick as Dad’s but it was almost as long, didn’t really matter though, he knew how to fuck and please a hole, and it wasn't long before he rammed his cock deep inside and shot his load. Another poz load in my hole. Fuck, I was getting into this. I wondered how many loads I would get. He pulled out my used hole and laughed, saying "Damn, after only two cocks, look how that hole gapes!” Even if I couldn't see what he was talking about, after having been fucked by two cocks in rapid sequence, I could feel not only were my ass lips puffy, my hope was gaping open. The ventilation in the basement was causing slight drafts, and the air blowing across my hole caused it to wink a bit, but still stayed open. Shivers ran up my spine, and straight to my cock, causing it to jump more and leak more. I was surprised I hadn't yet shot my load. “Ready for a new sensation Boy? Uncut cock. Lots of skin.” I felt the cock slide in deep. The new man held it there, then slowly pulled out. I could feel the skin moving as the cock moved. I moaned. With only one thrust and pull out I knew I was hooked on uncut cock. He wasn’t going to continue to bring me pleasure this was about him, so he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder and harder, but the uncut cock and rough fuck only made me moan loader. “Your Boy is a fucking natural,” my latest fucker announced as he continued fucking with gusto. I was to occupied with getting fucked to hear any replies, but I felt another cock poking at my mouth so I sucked it in, cleaning it off, tasting my ass, my blood, my Dad’s cum and his cum. I wanted poppers but none were ever presented to me. Soon the uncut man rammed in and began shooting. Pulling out he was replaced by another cock. This was done over and over for several hours. Each man had shot his poz load into my well-used hole. I had no idea how long I was tied there, taking each man’s poz cock and cum up my hole. I did know, however, I was fucked by each one, starting with my Dad, and, as promised, to be concluded by my Dad. “Time for the cock that made you again, boy.” I felt Dad’s big cock, easily slid into my hole. I moaned as I was sore from the earlier fucks, but the slickness of all the poz loads reduced the pain and increased the pleasure, although there was no escaping the fact that the torn tissues in my ass were a source of substantial pain. Dad, however, was not concerned with my discomfort, he was focused on getting off and ensuring my conversion. He fucked my hole with fast jerking movements in and out of my hole, until he changed the motion to long strokes. I could feel his cock head sliding in deep, hitting my prostate with each thrust. “Going to fuck that last neg load out of you, Son.” I could feel someone holding my cock, slowly jacking it. I knew I would not last long with Dad fucking my hole and someone jacking me. I bit my lip to hold of on shooting until I couldn’t hold it any more. My cock start to shoot, my ass muscles would contracted around Dad’s cock. “Oh FUCK BOY!” my Dad yelled, “your hole is squeezing Daddy’s cock, gonna poz you again, can’t hold it.” With that he slammed balls deep into me and shot, as the man finished milking my cock. Still breathing heavy Dad, pulled out and slapped my ass check with appreciation, praising me saying “Good boy, Son, but it isn't over. Ten poz loads is only the beginning.” I was lifted off the fuck bench, held up by two men, one on each side. I looked down to see with cocks hard as rocks. Grins came across their faces. “That was just part one Boy” one of the men explained, adding “Part two is the mind fuck.”