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After being a cocksucker since 9m 17 yr old and now 67 I finally had a guy fuck me raw. I been fucked before but always with a condom. I know , prep, but im married and kinda hard to sneak that. Also, I don't get the chance to fuck around,not that easy. I also had a buddy that moved a couple of years ago that loved me sucking his cock, he fucked me a few times and always with a condom. But on to today ! It hasn't beed good since the beginning of year, I think I got to suck cock maybe 4 times. I also thought I was going to get to meet a couple of guys that were tops off sniffies but didn't happen. But yesterday I chatted with a guy ,my age on sniffies and he told me that he could meet today. His profile said he was a top but he said maybe we could just exchange blow jobs. That was fine with me ,but I was hoping maybe he would fuck me. His profile said he was 7 in cut. That sounds nice, but always take an inch off and not that really mattered. We chatted back and forth, I told him I'm a sub guy, and I like aggressive guys. Anyway this morning I started looking for him and he was on sniffies. He said he would come over. He was about 20 minutes away, I jumped in shower, cleaned out just in case and waited he actually showed up, nice looking guy about my age.of course I was wondering if he would be hard. He came into my room after some small talk, I went to grab his cock through his pants. Yes, hard, we both removed our clothes, I pulled his underwear down and out popped his cock.it was a good 7 inches, but beer can thick. Pre cum was dripping ,I dropped to my knees and licked his precum, it was delicious.after a bit of me sucking he told me to get on bed. He wanted to 69 I'm not a big fan but did. We were both sucking each other and he started circling my ass with his finger and said he could tell I liked it. I said I did. More sucking and then he got up and threw me on my back. Put my legs on his shoulders and started rubbing his cock head leaking precum on my hole.it felt so good. like always I started getting nervous about raw cock and told him. He stopped and started to suck my cock again and started fingering me. I couldn't take it and told him to fuck me. He said if he did he wasn't going to stop. I was so fucking horny for his cock. He had some poppers on the bed that we didn't touch . He handed me the poppers and told told me to start huffing . That was it for me, I wanted it . He put my legs on his shoulders again and wasted no time and stuck his thick cock head in me I was begging him to give it all to me. He shoved his cock in me and I felt his hair hitting my ass. My head was spinning from the poppers . His cock ft so good. It felt warm head started to fuck me ,he was good. No lube just lots of his precum lubing my hole. After about maybe 5 minutes of hom slamming his cock In me calling me names, pig, cum whore, faggot etc, and I loved it he pulled his cock out and I asked what happened and in a split second he shot a huge load on my hole. I was jerking my cock and exploded, he took his cock and shoved it back in me. He scooped up some of my cum and his and fed it to me. He then told me to kneel 9n the floor and shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to clean him up. The last few hours sitting on my couch I could still feel my asshole still wet. I loved it. I can't wait for more. He told me he will come back and use me again. His cock was perfect. He shot such a big load of cum. I can't wait.

This story is a work of fiction derived from my imagination and is for entertainment purposes. All characters are of legal age and all acts are consensual. I had just turned 30 when I got my test results that I was HIV+. I understood the risks of my slutty lifestyle, so when I found out I had HIV, it really didn’t faze me much; I figured my luck would eventually run out. My main concern now, besides my health, was if this was going to hinder my ability to get laid as often. Turned out, not at all. Sure I wrestled with the moral dilemma of dropping my toxic seeds in an hole, but I figured any cum whore understands the risks and if they are willing, who am I to judge. The day after the doctor told me I was positive, I was itching to get back on the horse as they say. I logged online and browsed some profiles. One particular add coughs my eye. He was young and cute. He posted he was 22yo, athletic, and he was a bottom cum slut. He also posted he was a “big chaser” and taking toxic loads was a major bonus for him as a cum slut. Needless to say I responded to his post with this: “Greetings cum whore. I noticed your add searching for toxic loads to impregnate your boi pussy. My fat cock has a “gift” meant just for you. I just tested positive and not on med’s yet so I am fertile. If you want to be my first willing recipient, let me know. My balls are full and ready to deliver!” I received his reply: “Fuck yah! I am so ready to incubate your babies inside me. Your dick looks amazing. You are so thick I’m sure you will tear up my pussy to ensure successful delivery of your toxic seed. When can you breed this hungry whore?” My reply: “The sooner the better! I have five days of biohazard backing up inside me right now. I definitely want to use you as my toxic waste dump now.” His response: “extremely excited to be used as a toxic waste dump Sir. Let me call in sick. I’m not really sick. At least not physically! Send me your address and I will be there soon so you can give me what I desire. It would be great if you could make multiple deposits into my mobil sperm bank Sir.” I sent him my address and he arrived within an hour. As he walked in, he told me he has been craving this for some time now. I told him my name was Tim and he told me he was Josh. I instructed Josh to strip and get on his knees on the sofa. He quickly complained with my demands. I told him for this to work better, I needed to be a little rough. He replied “yes Sir.” I dropped my shorts and used very little spit as lube; just enough to get the head of my cock into his cum craving ass. I was not gentle as I pushed deep inside him. I basically dry fucked for a moment or two, until his ass started providing a little natural lube. The only sounds he made was a mixture of moans and whimpering. When I felt myself getting close, I asked him “ are you ready for your first toxic load boi ?” “Yes Sir” was his response. As I began to fill his ass with my cum, I pulled my cock out so only the head of my dick was in him. I wanted my load next to where our skin was abrasively rubbing together. After I finished and pulled out of him and grabbed a butt plug I had set on the coffee table. We needed as much of my infectious spunk to stay inside as long as possible. I told him to get comfortable and we would repeat the process shortly. We chatted for a bit, giving my testicles time to reload. Although he was just 22 years old, I found him quite interesting. Typically, I never related well to younger people. After some time had passed, I told him I was ready to go again. I informed him I had to piss first, so I went to my bathroom. When I returned, Josh was already on his knees on the sofa. I stood behind him and told him this might be a little uncomfortable, but will definitely help the process. I had grabbed my soft bristled toothbrush from the bathroom. I popped the plug from his ass first. Some of my cum dropped out of his hole. I pushed what I could back inside him with my finger, than inserted my toothbrush inside his ass. I gently twisted it around inside him. I could tell he found this uncomfortable, but he never protested. There was some com and a little blood on the toothbrush when I pulled it from his ass. I pushed myself deep inside without any added lube. I pounded his boi hole fast and hard until I spilled my second load in him. Like before, I reinserted the butt plug and told him we would go again later. As I took a seat next to Josh on the sofa, he bent over and sucked my cock clean. WOW, I thought to myself. “What a filthy little whore!” We hung out at my place the entire day giving Josh as much cum as I could produce. Eventually he left to go home and I showered and got ready for bed. He texted me when he got home to say he made it. He also attached a photo of a piece of toilet paper with cum and some blood on it. He texted “I have a good feeling about us. I want to keep seeing you, if that’s ok Sir?” I replied “ of course. I would love a familiar hole to use on a frequent basis. Text me tomorrow and let me know what time you can come by for your daily toxic load injection.” I was at work when Josh texted me he would be at my place around 7pm. I got home and made dinner. When Josh got to my place, see immediately got down to the business of getting him “knocked” up. Than we enjoyed a nice meal together. I was actually growing quite fond of him. This scenario went on daily for several weeks. Josh texted me at work to say he was bringing over take out for dinner so I didn’t need to cook. He arrived about 7pm. When he came in he told me to take a seat at the table because he was going to serve me. He said he was starving and wanted to eat before we got down to the business of breeding. No problem I told him. When he came in with the food, he was was stripped down to just his white Calvin Klein underwear. What a sexy little fucker I thought to myself; well fuckee actually. After dinner, Josh told me to go to the living room and get comfortable. I herd him tell me from the other room for me to close my eyes; he had a surprise for me. I did as he requested and soon I felt him sit down next to me. Than he said I could open my eyes. He had placed a bottle of champagne and two glasses on the table. I asked him what was up he looked into my eyes and told me he found out today that he was “pregnant”. He looked so happy, and than he hissed me. We popped the champagne and celebrated! He then wanted to know if I’d be his boyfriend. I answered yes, I’d love to be his partner. I thought back to when I found out I was positive, wondering if I still have hot steady sex. I never imagined I’d have a hot lover so soon. He mentioned it was ok if I wanted to knock up other guys. He admitted he thought it was really hot thinking about me being with others who wanted my toxic cum. I got so excited thinking of us having raw sex with other chasers that I took him right then and there. I came twice in his beautiful hole. Later, we logged online to see who we could find to help join the club!

Part 6 As they day went on grandpa and I spent our time together naked like usual. But now I graduated to sucking his cock when he wanted. I sucked it before and after lunch and sucked it again for dinner. At first I was uncomfortable with sucking my grandpas cock but I got used to it pretty quickly. He had assured me it was just like sucking any other meat tube. For an older man he could cum a lot. When he said he would teach me about gay stuff I didn’t think I’d end up servicing him like this. It got me wondering what else he had planned for me. Grandpa figured since I had my rimming lesson and foot play lesson, I had enough teaching for the day. We still had the rest of the summer together and he didn’t want to bombard me with too much. The daylight was fading and we got ready for bed. “Okay Kenny boy, on the bed. I liked last nights position.” I laid down and grandpa got on top of me. “Are you sure about this? You slipped inside me last time.” His cock was resting on my ass, it was still hard. “That won’t happen this time. No slipping in you in the middle of the night. I’m gunna stick it in you now so you don’t have to worry about it.” He spread my cheeks and positioned his tip at my hole. “What?! Why?” “Relax my sweet boy, I’m just putting it in for safe-KEEPING!!” He slammed his cock in me. I felt all his length bury into my ass. “Oh god it’s so big! I can’t sleep like this.” Grandpa laid down and put his arms around me. His hips wiggling a bit. “You slept with it in you last time. This way there won’t be any boners stabbing you uncomfortably. Now go to sleep and try not to move your ass too much. We may not be fucking but even at my age I still get wet dreams often.” Wet dreams? Meaning, ejaculating in his sleep? But his raw cock is going to be in me all night! “Grandpa this sounds risky.” “Be a good boy for me and sleep with my cock in you.” He gave me a thrust. “Ow! Okay.” “That’s it. It’s better when you do what I say. Isn’t it?” “I guess so.” Like last time grandpa managed to fall asleep first. He was snoring in my ear and I had a hard time concentrating with his cock deep in me. Was it going to be like this every night? And his wet dreams, how often did he have them? I thought about my situation for a while. Things were progressing in ways that were both exciting and scary. I reviewed the things I did that day, the more I thought about it, the more I came to realize that I enjoyed licking his feet. Maybe I was into it, even if it was just a little. Eventually I managed to drift off to sleep. Staying asleep wasn’t easy. What with grandpa weighing down on me and his cock planted inside me. I woke up in the middle of the night and tried shifting around. My ass wiggled and clenched as I tried getting comfortable. The movement caused grandpas semi hard cock to twitch more in me. I could feel it grow harder. The more hard it got the more my ass reacted. Grandpa started shifting in his sleep too. He moved his hips, making his cock stir in me more. It felt good but I wanted to get back to sleep. I tried laying still but grandpas sleep movements kept working his cock around. He was moaning a little, mumbling incoherent words between snoring. It took a few minutes but eventually his movements stopped. His cock was still hard as rock. Then I felt it pulse violently several times, twitching and throbbing deep in me like an eel thrashing about. It calmed down and I managed to get back to sleep after. In the morning grandpa woke up first this time. He thrust his hips up and down, fucking my ass, waking me up. “Huh, grandpa? Good morning.” I said groggy. His fucking continued. “Good morning Kenny. Sleep well?” “Yeah I slept fine.” I lied. “Do you think you could take it out?” “Just a moment. Gotta blow my morning load.” His fucking became fast, fully waking me up. “You’re not going to blow it in me are you?” “Does it matter? Isn’t your ass hungry for my cum?” “Not your poz cum grandpa. I don’t want to get AIDS.” He stopped and slowly pulled out of me. “Fine then suck it out of me. Go on. Work that slut mouth of yours on my tool.” We switched around and i was now between his legs. His massive 9 incher staring up at at me. His large balls resting on the bed. I grabbed his shaft and took the head in my mouth. This was my life now. I was grandpas cock servant. He put his hands behind his head and watched me go to work. “Yeah that’s beautiful. What a lovely sight. My grandson sucking my nasty old man cock in the morning, ahh this is the life.” He tasted like musk and ass juice. I worked my head up and down on him. His cock leaking a lot of pre. I could tell he was getting closed so I tightened my hand around his shaft as I sucked. He started breathing heavy and his hips were rocking in and out of my mouth as he built up his morning cum. “That’s it. Gonna blow. Be sure to drink it all. Oof! Yeah! There it is!” His cock twitched in my mouth and he started to cum. I did my best to swallow it all. But there was a lot of it. I had to swallow four times then come up for air. The rest of his cum cascading all over his head and shaft. It was a gusher this morning. “Looks like you couldn’t swallow it all. Oh well. You’ll learn in time.” We got up and made coffee. Our day went normal. Or as normal as it could go. When ever grandpa wanted to cum I had to suck him off like how he told me to. It was little weird at first but I ended up liked it. Grandpa’s cock was huge and always came large volumes. As the day progressed, my mouth was getting fairly sore. But grandpa was always horny. At some point I had to tell him that I needed a break from sucking his cock. We were on the couch, in the evening. Sitting naked together like usual. we were cuddled up next to each other and grandpa was getting hard again stroking it. I knew what he was about to ask me. “Looks like I’m going to need that mouth again Kenny boy. How about you go down on my fat hog again?” “I’ve already sucked you off four times today. My mouth is kind of hurting. Couldn’t I get a break?” “I’m trying to teach you endurance. When you hook up with a guy and he wants to fuck your mouth as often as I do you’re going to want to be able to please him right?” “Yeah I do...” grandpa sensed the apprehension in my voice. He was still stroking his cock looking at me. “But I guess I can let you off the hook for now. You’re still a pig in training after all. But I still need to shoot off. If your mouth is too tired how about you give me your ass?“ “But! You can’t cum in me grandpa! I-I don’t want to… you know.” He was reaching down to my ass and fingering my hole already. “You need to drop your fears about that. All gay men catch the bug at some point. You inevitably will too.“ “But if I play safe…” grandpa kept fingering my ass. It felt good and I wanted something bigger. He was smiling at me. “You can play it safe for a while, but all men instinctively crave raw cock blasting heaps of sperm up inside them. All it takes is one anonymous dirty load and bam, you’re impregnated for life.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen pretending to want a glass of water or something. Grandpa’s words scared me. But he was so sure of himself. Was I really going to get pozzed at some point? It’s true that I much prefer bareback to condoms. But I could take some precautions right? Grandpa came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me right. His cock poked my ass. “You know, this ties in well with another lesson. Have you ever heard of conversion parties?” “No, what’s that?“ He was giving me a reach around. Stroking my cock, getting me horny. “It’s a fuck party where a bunch of poz guys breed a neg bottom, giving him the bug.” “That’s insane! I didn’t think something like that existed.” His stroking got faster. I was hard and leaking. Grandpa’s cock slipping between my cheeks and poking my hole. “They do. There’s actually one going on tonight in a unit downstairs. I’d like to take you so you can watch the men at play.” “A bunch of poz men?” “Yeah. I know them all personally. They all have advanced cases. Much more advanced then mine.” “I don’t want to get fucked by them.” He was pushing against me. My hole giving some resistance. “You can just watch if you want to. I only want to take you to have you witness that side of the gay fetish world. There will be lots of cocks. You’d love to see cocks from a bunch of men, wouldn’t you?” He pushed in and his cock head popped in me. “Ah! Yes I’d love to see it.” I was referring to seeing the men and their cocks, not necessarily the particular fetish of focus. “Good. Now bend over the counter. I want to feel your insides for a bit.” I propped my elbows on the counter as grandpa started fucking my ass. I felt my hole getting slick from his pre. His hips banging into my ass and his cock head stretching my guts. “Just for a bit. Fuck your cock feels so good grandpa!” He was gripping my hips and grunting. My ass getting pulverized by his deadly meat. He was really getting into it. “Yeah that’s a hot ass. We’re going to this poz party and you’re going to watch a bunch of poz men fuck a bottom slut in his neg ass and you’re going to love it.” “Yes sir.” At this point I was agreeing with whatever he wanted. I was more preoccupied with the feeling of my ass getting rammed into. “Good, that’s a nice and broken in ass.” Grandpa stopped and pulled out of me. It was better that he stopped but the horny side of me wanted more. “Now get that fancy zipper underwear on. We’re heading out.” “Now?!” He was already getting some clothes on for the trip down. “Of course. Had to get you horned up for the occasion.” He handed me my underwater and I slipped them on. I put on a tank top as well and he took me by the hand out the door. We walked down to the lower floor and went all the way to a door in a part of the hall that wasn’t lit well. The place seemed fairly discreet, like a speak easy in the complex. “Just stay with me and you’ll be fine.” “Why wouldn’t I be fine?” “You’re a handsome young neg boy walking into a poz party. They’ll want to fuck the hell out of you first chance they get. Also I pre fucked your ass good and hard. You’re slick and easy to slip into right now. Probably best if you don’t sit on anything that feels wet. A lot of these men are wasting away so even the smallest drop out of them is like cobra venom, he he he.” “Are you sure I should be here?” I was getting scared. This all started to seem like a bad idea. “Absolutely! Just. Don’t wander too far from me and avoid bend over in front of anyone.” Grandpa knocked on the door and it opened. But before we went in he reached for my underwear zipper and undid it all the way back exposing my slippery ass.

I spotted him from across the bar. Not much of an accomplishment since the entire bar was roughly the size of my basement and had less seating than my office conference room. But I hadn't seen him in 15 years, so that deserves some credit, right? He wore his hair a little longer now - a style that clearly took a lot of effort, but looked like he put no effort in. The beard was new. He wore it well. But it was his eyes that gave him away. Light brown and far softer and gentler than the rest of his dark dark features. He looked good. I was barely across the threshold of the bar and I was right back in high school. I had known of Joel since kindergarten. He was a 3 sport athlete from the time he could run, attended sports camps all summer - even day camps when he was too young for overnights. He was one of the most popular guys in our class. It was very rare to find him without an entourage of teammates and cheerleaders. He was the quintessential high school preppy jock. I was...not. I had only really gotten to know him after taking a summer job at his family's tree farm. 15 years later, he looked like nothing had changed - except the entourage. He sat by himself at the bar counter opposite the door i had just walked in. He made small talk with the bartender and the patrons around him. A picture of effortless confidence. He was dressed modestly in a pullover and jeans. They showed off his athletic frame, but otherwise he would not have looked out of place on the cover of a cookbook titled "So You Gave Up Grilling for Lent". His immaculate black converse hightops completed the look nicely. Some things never change. Suddenly from off to my left, someone shouted, "VEECH!" I winced as the daydream shattered and reality flooded back to the front of my brain. My uncut member was working it's way into - what was his name? Baron? Byron? Right! Bryan. "With a 'y,'" he had said emphatically. The dim, warm amber light of the bathroom played nicely off his olive skin. I felt a pang of guilt for letting my mind wander. The snap back to reality made me very aware of the dull throb starting in my balls. My cum was churning, ready to go whenever I got my fill of Bryan's sculpted ass trying to accomodate my throbbing cock. I kept the pace of my thrusts steady, moving about half the length of my dick in and out of him in time with his moans of pleasure and his muttered requests to fuck him harder. As the pressure built in my balls, I pushed more of myself into him, eventually managing to work the full length of my dick inside. I lingered a second longer the first time I felt my coarse, auburn pubes pressed between my pelvis and his ass. I had never felt the need to measure my dick. The look on Byron's face when he felt me balls deep the first time was a big part of why. His eyes rolled back and his hands clenched the edge of the countertop he was perched on top of, his knuckles instantly going white. The sounds coming out of his throat warped into a delightful, guttural white noise. Like he needed to yell out, but pleasure had temporarily stripped him of his ability to produce any noise that was identifiable as intelligible - let alone human speech. After that brief syncopation, I resumed thrusting, pushing to the hilt every few thrusts in rhythm with his moans, which continued to devolve into gurgles each time my full length penetrated him. Bryan recovered enough of his sense that he started trying to leverage himself deeper on my prick every thrust. I could feel his guts beginning to spasm around my cock and his breathing was beginning to sound like he was choking. Then I realized that his cum was seeping through the neoprene or whatever his jock was made out of. Well, that was easy. I pulled out of Bryan's hole and he let out a little whimper, trying to keep his hole around my dick. There was a generous gape to his hole with the abrupt withdrawal of my girth. "Where do you want my load?" I asked, teasing his hole with some gentle pressure from the head of my dick. "Breed me full of that toxic seed, daddy!" He moaned. And just like that, the pang of guilt I felt at being distracted disappeared as a new revelation crashed over me: I was this man's - what was he? 22? - this kid's fetish. I looked down at Bryan with clinical detachment. He was a twink trying desperately to cosplay as anything else. He was over a foot shorter than me and less than half my weight. His designer jock was flattering, but impractical. The razor burn peeking out over the waistband suggested he shaved his pubes. Otherwise his tan skin was hairless. His leather harness and armbands looked brand new and their placement was just a little off. Like he had never worn them before. I looked down at myself. My 6'8" frame towered over him and the counter he was perched on. That frame supported 240 pounds of muscle built over years of physical work and maintained with Spartans and my training regimen for them. My muscles weren't as well defined as Bryan's. But the broad cords of muscle were taught under my pale complexion. Pale wasn't quite the right. I was honestly quite pasty underneath a very generous pelt of auburn body hair. I could probably throw this twink across the room with little more effort than throwing a bag of garbage in the dumpster. All of that reddish brown fur trailed it's way back to my coarse, natural pubes. Nested in that thicket of hair was my member. As I said, I had never really felt the need to measure my junk, so i couldnt tell you exact measurements. Mine felt pretty proportional to what I had seen in porn and stuff. Most dicks I encountered were smaller than mine, but I usually attributed that to the fact that I was also significantly taller than most guys. A little over two handbreadths long and thick enough to fill my palm comfortably. It had been a bit of a journey to acceptance of my body. I had a graduating class of 60 in high school. Being a statistical outlier of any kind makes you a target. Most of the nicknames bestowed upon me were not kind. It took me a while to grow into my body and even longer to appreciate it. I felt a pang of melancholy as my eyes drifted over my biohazard tattoo. That was when I noticed that Bryan's eyes were locked on that specific ink. So reductive. His loss. It wasn't even my most interesting tattoo. I sharpened my attention back on Bryan. "You want my virus, kid?" Buying into the poz talk pulled his attention from the ink that wrapped around the smooth skin over my right flank. "Oh, fuck yes!" he began chanting, his magazine-worthy body trembling as he tried to maneuver his hole back on the head of my cock. I slicked a wad of spit down my length, hoisted him off the counter by the straps of his harness - god he did not weigh much - and impaled him on my dick. His eyes went wide and he he looked like he was going into shock. Guess his hole rebounded faster than I thought. Oh well. Several rough thrusts later I began emptying the contents of my balls into his traumatized guts. As he felt the first few spurts begin to paint the walls of his colon, a rapturous glaze washed over his face. By the time I was done cumming, a bolus of spunk was sloshing in Bryan's guts every time I moved my cock and i couldn't really sort out the look on his face. Impressed. Disgusted. Horny. Relieved. Lustful. All of the above. I pulled my cock out just as quickly as I'd penetrated him and a rush of cum evacuated with it before he managed to clench his ruined hole. I stuffed my prick back in my jock and buttoned the fly of my jeans. "I'm on meds." I said casually. Bryan's dumbfounded stare definitely made me feel better about being reduced to my serostatus. "Contestants for the leather newcomers division, please make your way to the stage," the bartender intoned over the PA system. Bryan gave a yelp and pushed himself off the counter. He rushed out into the dark of the bar and turned left toward the ramp up to the stage. I finished tucking my shirt in and buckled my belt before making my way back out into the bar. I glanced across the lineup on stage. All eight of the contestants looked good up there. The bartender was reading off cards with their stats, hobbies, fetishes, and preferences. I watched until he got to Bryan. "Bryan is a dominant top" he read. If I had been standing closer, I could have heard the dollop of my jizz fall from his hole onto the stage at the word "top." The bartender stumbled over the next part of the card and stared as drops two through four fell to the stage. His leaky hole was making a puddle. My chuckle joined the snickers and mumbles of the crowd as I turned and headed for the door. As I drove home, I found my thoughts wandering back to Joel. I replayed the voice mails that I'd gotten earlier that day. "Mr. Erikssen, my name is Linda Harroway with the Illinois district 109 school board. I am calling to inform you that you have been selected to be inducted into "Seeds of Success," the White Oak High School Wall of Fame. The induction ceremony will be part of the high school commencement ceremony with faculty reception to follow. We would be honored if you would deliver the keynote speech for the graduates, as well. Please check your email for an email from the engraving company to submit information for your plaque. We hope to see you May 28th." A brief tone played. "VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!" I winced again on reflex before the familiar inflection of Joel's voice resonated with something deeper than my repressed feelings about the nickname. "Congrats on 'Seeds.' I heard your segment on the 'Dungeon Delver' podcast. I played it for some of my students. They can't wait to meet you. They were giddy when they turned in your nomination form. School's first celebrity on the wall and he's famous for table top gaming. Hope to catch up with you if you have time while you're in town." Perhaps some things changed after all...

Once hooked up with someone on my way to a hookup in the same building. It was after 2AM on Saturday night, I was out drinking and in a daring mood to lurk around the city. Someone hit me up on Scruff and I made way to his building asap, walking past other units I heard a grindr notification, so I paused and peeked inside a unit (windows were closed but you could see in through the blinds) and caught a dude stroking. I quietly checked the door, it was unlocked, the dude looked at me half shocked and aroused. He did not say one word, just opened a bottle of poppers offering it to me for a sniff. He filled my ass with a load in 2 to 3 min, then I made my way to my originally intended hookup who filled me up right after.

Not my last fuck but a hot one. 18 year old Zach who went off to UT at Austin was back for Easter and is 19 now and he and I have been chatting on text as he's having a lot more sexual experiences in Austin. He was going to be back in town for Easter and was worried about it being boring and had heard about the group thing I sometimes do on Fridays and wanted to see if that was still happening and if I could take him there. Back when Zach lived in the area he was always kind of scared as it was pretty much all Latino guys, all bareback, and pretty raunchy, just mattresses on the floor in two rooms of the house of a guy who also deals drugs. It can be a rough crowd, but its an outlet for neighborhood guys who don't have a place to have sex. I've done it when the mood strikes but I couldn't imagine an Anglo just showing up out of the blue. I told him we could meet up and I'd take him there. We met up and I took him there and the look on the guy running the door was pricelessly funny as this shaggy haired Anglo kid showed up wanting to come in. I explained he was with me and the guy at the door asked if he knew what he was getting into, and I said he did. Once in Zach and I stripped down, putting our clothes into a garbage bag and I explained to him the drill, all while he was distracted by hot Latino boys walking by learing at him naked. Pretty quick Zach was surrounded by Latino guys groping his cock, letting Zach grope their cocks, and kissing on him. A couple guys were already playing with my dick and fingering my ass, and I suggested to Zach we move back to where the bedrooms were and the gaggle of Latino boys followed with. We were barely inside the one bedroom before Zach was down on the mattress with several Latino guys grinding on him. I tried to keep my eye on him but was soon enough into it with a hot Latino boy myself, only occaisionally catching glimpses of Zach getting drilled raw by a hot Latino boy, knowing he'd be taking their loads and many other guys as well. I had no idea how long I'd been there, but after taking it from three guys I needed a breather and got up to get some water and see what all was going on. There was pretty much a circle around Zach with him sucking cock and getting fucked. His face and hair had quite a bit of cum on them. He was truly every bit as piggy as he'd been indicating and while part of me was satisfied and ready to leave I was a little scared to just leave him there as I'd driven him there and knew he was gonna need to clean up afterwards. And I'd completely forgotten to have towels to clean up afterwards and know that even if you showered you would need something to dry off with. I felt really out of practice. I went out to the living room and smoked a couple bowls with a guy I know from the gym that I've hooked up a couple of times and we chatted and wound up fucking on the couch while some guys watched. By now I was in chill mode and went out on the back patio to hang out with guys and drink some beers. Its always hot to be naked in the dark talking with other guys while watching guys in parts of the yard fuck and hearing the sounds of guys inside fucking. One of the guys I chatted with is a regular fuckbud from the trails who kind of knows me and we had some good laughs and honestly, he's in the same weird place I am in life. It was weird still as I had no idea of what time it was and if Zach was ready to leave or not and so wandered back into the bedroom again and found he was still surrounded by guys and being drilled just like he was earlier. I can't even imagine how many loads he's taken by now. As much as I hated to ditch him I figured I'd text him saying to hit me back when he was ready to leave and I'd pick him up. We'd got there around 10pm and now it was a bit before midnight. I had my cellphone on so that I'd hear it go off and had messaged I had towels if Zach needed to shower. I got a text around 2:40am from Zach saying to come and get him and bring the towels. I was there about ten minutes later and the guy running the door jokingly asked if I was back for more. I laughed and said I'd see and went in. There were still guys inside but the mood had shifted. It smelled more of liquor than weed and so it was probably guys coming from the bars and clubs looking to play. So many of the guys close to my age and that I knew had left and now it was more guys in their 20s and 30s looking to get their loads off doing their thing. I was looking around and could see Zach riding a dude's cock on the couch around a group of guys watching. I joined and was enjoying the scene hearing Zach begging for the guy's cock and load. As soon as the guy blew his load in Zach I could hear Zach beg for no more, but as soon as the top slid out another guy was right inside him. There was no way this was going to end for Zach short of him ordering it and clearly he liked getting fucked too much to say no. I managed to work my way around to Zach's head and let him know I was there and had a towel. He was at least aware enough to ask what time it was and I let him know it was after 3 and that I had a towel and he said to let the guy in him finish and then he'd go. Zach was a mess, his hair still wet from showering but also cum here and there where guys had jacked off on him or he'd sucked them and they came on him. The guy drilling his ass finally came and as he slid out another guy quickly took his turn to slide inside him, and rather than protesting Zach softly moaned and let him enter him. I told the guys in Spanish that Zach was done and it was time for him to go but the guy inside him was refusing to pull out, saying to me that Zach was his bitch and he was going to get release inside him. He looked pretty street and I wasn't going to argue with him and said for him to finish and watched, kind of in awe as Zach let this thug bareback him and breed his ass raw. Zach had probably taken a lot of raw loads from pretty thuggy and nasty Latino boys tonight and maybe thats what he wanted. Once the guy finished off Zach got up and I shepherded him to grab his bag and grabbed him a beer as well. Zach downed the beer pretty quickly as he dressed and I gave him the beer I snagged for myself and handed it too him. We grabbed two more and headed back to my truck fully dressed. Once to my truck I asked Zach if he was OK and he said he was and smiled at me. He said tonight was a lot of fun and that he wished he'd done it sooner, which kind of shocked me. He admitted he'd been so uptight and restrained in high school when he should have been having sex and said he regretted it, admitting he was embarassed to admit he wanted to come here when he was younger. I hardly knew what to say and stupidly asked how many guys he'd been with and he seemed to be honest when he said probably 8 but it was more as he lost count, admitting he'd gotten high and wasn't paying attention. As we drove he admitted I was right about how much I'd like Austin and that there was no shortage of guys who would want to hook up with him and that he dreaded coming back to Dallas. I asked him about the kind of guys he hooked up with in Austin and he admitted he didn't really have a type, he just wanted a guy who was hot and close to his age that would fuck him and let him fuck him. We parked and finished our beers and he admitted he enjoyed getting fucked that much more than he imagined and asked if he would be safe to go back. I told him it was probably not safe to be there alone and that it was getting too late anyhow and that most of the guys would be leaving soon anyhow, admitting he was probably the main attraction. Zach smiled at that but admitted he wanted more. I said that was his call but I needed to drop him off and reminded him Jesse was next door to may and maybe still up, horny and looking. He got out of my truck looking sad, but thanked me for my time and stumbled off to his car texting. I went home and to my bedroom to keep watching Zach to see what was happening and soon enough saw my neighbor Jesse come out and start talking to Zach. I knew the two were friends and had fucked and soon enough the two wandered back to Jesse's place and I can connect the dots.

No mercy for this faggot’s hole, dump your loads!!

When a sensitive uncut cock’s getting close to bust and this stud be pulling out to avoid nutting, but you wrap your legs around his hips and preventing him from pulling out. we felt as if involuntary spasms were delivering semen inside me. Deep, balls deep. Fell the pulse

Chapter 2 I arrived home and opened the door to find a manila envelope had been slid under with a note stuck on it "Leif- You were a hit! The internet loves you." I opened the envelope and pulled out the papers. "Hey, reddit! I'm Leif Erikssen (u/nonotthat1), creative mind behind 'Role for Initiative', where A-list meets D&D. AMA." I scanned through the transcript of the forum with notes and highlights from my PR lead, Brenda. I skipped ahead to the section about our Role for Education" charity work. Brenda had scribbled some notes about positive engagement. The very last section was all of the personal questions. I felt like I had done a fairly graceful job fielding the declarations of love and marriage proposals that so commonly pepper the comments. Brenda's had some notes about not alienating potential viewers scrawled next to an answer about being gay. I tossed the packet on my desk and stripped out of my jeans and flannel shirt and headed for the shower. The pouch of my jock was plastered to my matted pubes - must not have quite been done cumming after all. I peeled the jock off and hopped in the shower. A quick scrub and I dried off and went to bed. I dreamed that I was back in Joel's high school bedroom. His furniture stopped being a comfortable fit for me when i was 16 and 6 inches shorter. This was just comical, but that's dreams for you. We were watching a movie. I glanced over at him. From up close, he was quite the sight to behold. His shaggy black hair and beard were immaculately kept. His joggers and t shirt fit him perfectly, despite the casual look. I was in joggers and a muscle shirt. He caught me looking and I turned my attention back to the movie. He nudged my leg to draw my attention to a joke or something in the movie. The contact sent a pulse straight to my dick. I went from zero to 60% hard nearly instantly - god this really was like being back in high school. I tried to adjust my joggers in order to hide the bulge, but that just drew attention to the situation brewing in my lap. Without a word, he squeezed my thigh. He leaned in to kiss me, his other hand finding its way to my face to stroke my beard. In unison, our mouths parted and our tongues met and another electric thrill coursed through my body to my cock, now rock hard. I maneuvered myself off the futon to lean - though with my size and the comically small futon it was more like loom - over him. I leaned him back gently, continuing to savor his mouth. I broke our kiss only to pull Joel's t shirt off and appreciate the bare-chested otter stud laid out before me. God the years had been good to him. I resumed kissing him, making my way to his ear, where I nibbled briefly on his earlobe before working my way down his neck to his chest and abs. Through ragged breaths, he stopped me at the waistband of his joggers and sat up. He ran his hands over several of my tattoos: Norse runes down my left arm, a complex sleeve on my right arm designed to look like armor. His hands found their way to the hem of my muscle shirt and his kissing became more insistent. He tugged at my shirt and I helped him the rest of the way, exposing my fur-coveres pecs, abs, and a few more tattoos including my biohazard sign. By this point I had a substantial wet spot in the front of my joggers and he hadn't even touched my dick. His hands continued exploring my body, tracing my tattoos to distract from their intended destination: my throbbing erection. Just before he grabbed the sticky, wet bulge in my joggers, I pushed him back down onto the sofa and held him there. I pointed to my biohazard tattoo. "Do you know what this tattoo means?" I interrogayed him with some amount of urgency. He nodded, his light brown eyes sparkling. "And?" I demanded. He smirked a little and reached for the waistband of my joggers again. I pinned both hands over his head with one hand while my other hand pinned his chest. From his position, he couldn't move mucb, but the struggle was adorable. "Joel, I have HIV. If we continue, there is a chance I could infect you." "I know you're poz. I've known since, like, 8th grade." He mustered as much strength as he could in his awkward position and knocked me off balance backward. He got his legs under him faster than I expected and before I knew it, I was on my back, he was straddling my legs, and my pants were half off. I reoriented myself and realized that he was staring - transfixed maybe - at my dick. "Holy. Shit." He punctuated. "What?" I asked. "Your dick is..." he trailed off. "I mean, I knew you were hung in high school. But not this hung." "Dude, I'm 6'8". My dick is normal size for someone my height," I defended. He didn't respond. Instead he got up and took his own joggers off, revealing his own substantial member. I admired the sight. He had thicker body hair on his lower body. Jet black like the rest of his hair, coarser. He, too, kept his pubes natural. There was a drop of precum glistening on the end of his uncut dick. My mouth watered. "I am 7" - 7.5", which is above average." He wrapped his hand around his dick. It looked sizeable in his hand, for sure. He came back to the futon and put his dick and his hand next to mine. The difference was evident immediately. "Okay. So I'm hung, I guess?" I said. "Beyond hung." He said, taking my pants down the rest of the way and moving his mouth toward my dick. My dick was coated in precum. I have always been a heavy precummer. I used to keep extra underwear at school in the event of an errant boredom woody soaking through my underwear. I started to protest, but he already had my head in his mouth, any thoughts of protest evaporated as I laced my fingers into his shaggy hair and offered some gentle encouragement. He was struggling with the first few inches and I didn't want to push too far. He enthusiastically tried to take more of my dick, initially stopping when he gagged. Eventually he pushed past his gag reflex and got the head of my dick into his throat proper. He was a quick study. He continued trying to throat my whole dick for a bit. When he stopped to let his jaw, throat, and lungs catch up, he experimented with working my shaft with his hand, playing with rolling my foreskin back over my head. Watching him play with my foreskin, I was struck by how different our dicks were. Like the rest of me, my cock was pale. Two very prominent veins bulged, winding their way along the length of my shaft. When soft, my foreskin covered about 40% of my mushroom head. When fully hard, my foreskin pulled back off the head completely. Guys who didn't see me soft often didn't realize I was uncut. In contrast, Joel's foreskin covered most most of his head - about 60%, even fully hard. He also had some prominent veins - more than me, in fact. But they were smaller and a bit more subtle. His dick was certifiably perfect. My mouth continued to water. He continued stroking me while he buried his face between my thighs, seeking my nuts. He nuzzled against them at first with his beard providing extra waves of stimulation. My contented grunts signaled it was time for exploring them with his tongue, then his mouth. I could feel the cum starting to churn deep in my balls. I reached down and pulled him back up to kiss me, pulling him close to me. He fell right into the trap. I grappled him and rolled him off of me onto the floor, then dropped down onto my hands and knees over him. While he was still reeling from the sudden reversal of position, I kissed my way down his fuzzy body once more to his beautiful dick. I took his dick - god a swear that dick was straight out of a dirty magazine; you couldnt airbrush a better looking dick - down my throat with practiced ease and delighted in his gasp as I did. He began to buck his hips and I let him fuck my throat like that, pulling off of him when I needed air. I moved to go back down on him. "If you do that again, I will cum," he said with a tone of lust in his voice. "Probably immediately." "I mean, that is the goal here, right?" I asked. "Not yet," he said, pulling his legs up between us, exposing his hole. Needing no further instructions, I buried my face in his hole. My beard provided extra stimulation, but my tongue was doing the heavy lifting. I devoured his hole. I started with thorough exploration of his ass, gently licking every inch of his hairy, tanned skin from his balls to his hole. I could feel his body becoming restless with all this stimulation of his hole and shifted gears. Slow licks were replaced with quicker flicks of my tongue that whipped him into more of a frenzy. He was making sounds somewhere between a grunt and a moan. He became increasingly excited as I started working a finger in. He was tight, but enthusiastic and I tried to match my efforts to stretch him to his natural efforts to adjust to being penetrated. Whenever I withdrew my finger, I immediately replaced it with my probing tongue, which I drilled into him. We worked our way up to 2 fingers. By this point he was precumming pretty heavily. I used some to add additional lubrication while our work continued to prepare his hole. With 3 fingers sliding comfortably in and out of him, I repositioned and placed the head of my dick at his hole. "You're sure you want this? You know the risk." It was a statement more than a question. "I want you," he replied. "All of you." He ran his hands through my chest hair, sending tingles through my whole body. I shivered a little in anticipation. And with that, I pressed into him. I gave him some time to adjust to just my cockhead. Even taking three fingers, it was a substantial leap to taking my dick. He screamed out in some blend of pleasure and pain and I tried to pull back but he pulled me into a kiss. "Just go slow," he said between soft, quick kisses. I could feel his sphincter fighting against my dick, every muscle in his rectum trying to push me back out. But I held steady and little by little the spasms stopped. Now the real challenge started. I dont think I've ever fucked someone that slowly. At least not since I hit my 30s and sex became more of a lustful thing I sought when i was horny rather than anything related to genuine desire. My overproduction of precum helped keep things slick and allowed very slow progress of the first 4 inches of my dick. After what felt like hours, the head of my dick had found his second sphincter and he was starting to enjoy feeling me inside him. I started to gently make love to his hole. Long, slow strokes with plenty of added spit and my own precum. He was in pure ecstacy. After several strokes against his second hole, I pushed through it and stopped again, savoring the look of exquisite agony on his face. He recovered more quickly this time, as he was getting a feel for how to relax his hole. "I want you to pound me, Leif." He said. I picked up the pace and realization of his judgemental error crashed over him. I backed off a bit, and he looked disappointed. "I want to make you cum," he insisted. I smirked a little. "I could cum whenever I want. I dont need to pound your hole to get off. I just want to make sure you get your fill." He spit in his hand, grabbed his prick and started stroking which I took as permission to resume fucking him. I matched my thrusts into his hole with his strokes of his cock "Together, then?" I said. His building moans provided his assent. A couple minutes later, he locked eyes with me. The message was clear though he didnt say a word: it was time. His moans as he began oozing bright white, pearly cum were primal and animal. He wasn't a shooter, that's for sure. But he did have a good sized load. God, even his cum looked good. As his hole spasmed around me, my member swelled up as I began blasting ropes of cum into him. I lost count at 18 spurts. I leaned down to kiss him, trying to keep my dick in his hole so my cum wouldn't leak everywhere. And then I woke up. Why was I exhausted? Why did I smell cum. I threw the comforter back and surveyed my sheets. It looked like a murder scene, but the splatter was white instead of red. The details of the dream were fading quickly but one detail wasn't going anywhere: he had said he had known I was poz since the 8th grade. That was factually correct. I had been born poz. But he shouldn't have known that. I chalked it up to wibbly wobbly dreamy weamy bullshit and tried to shake the sleep haze off. I pulled the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry. And made a mental note to buy sheets that weren't navy blue.

Searching for something else, I came across National Outdoor Intercourse Day! 🤯 For those who enjoy getting it on out in the open, you have your own special day to do so!

I didn’t get his number but I did get something else from him. That’s a story for the back room forums.

1. As I left my apartment building to get some coffee, he was standing at the entrance. He was listening to the phone ringing, but there was seemingly no answer. The only reason I noticed him was to admire the thick arm muscles and the subtle tattoos against his rich black skin. His tight t-shirt showed off his pecs and hard nipples, but it seemed thin in the brisk morning air. He had a small duffel bag sitting on the ground. I didn't bother shutting the gate as I walked away. I noticed he made no attempt to sneak in behind me. Fifteen minutes later I came back with with my coffee. He was gone, and I almost forgot about him. I climbed the steps up to my apartment, depressed by the grey, foggy morning. I doubted there would be any sun today. As I turned into my hallway, I noticed that there was a person hanging out, leaning against the railing. It was the same black man I had seen earlier at the front gate. He was hanging out near my apartment. Getting closer, I saw he had dropped his bag right by my door. "Can I help you?" I asked him. "Does Javier still live here?" he asked me, pointing to my apartment. "No. I live here," I said. "Fuck. I had been looking for Javi. How long you been here?" "About 4 months," I said. I had moved in recently, and still wasn't entirely unpacked. "You know where Javi moved to?" "No idea, sorry." "Damn. Spent all night on the bus getting here. Fucking need a hot shower bro," he said. I looked him over more carefully. He was about six six tall, and pretty much all muscle. Although it was hard to see between in the grey lighting of morning and his black skin, tattoos ran up and down both of his arms. There was a bit of stubble on his face, and his hair was cropped closely. Standing up over me, he was a little menacing. At only five eight, I knew there would be no contest between the two of us. "Well, I suppose you could come in and take a shower. Wish I could help you with with where your friend Javier moved to," I said. "Thanks, bro," he said. He grabbed his duffel bag as I unlocked the door. I let him go in first. "I'm Matt," I said, as he walked in. "Where did you come in from?" "I'm Eli, man. I came from the west side of the state," he said. He was being a bit evasive about where he had come from. I realized he was probably coming from the state penitentiary. He dropped his duffel bag by the door, and looked around the small apartment. "Done it up nice, bro. Much nicer than when Javi was here." I shut the door behind us. I should have been scared, alone with a big black thug, but my cock was twitching more than I cared to admit. "Thanks," I said. I grabbed a towel out of the closet. He had obviously been here before, because he headed straight to the bathroom. Even before he got to the bathroom he had already pulled off his shirt. His chest was impressively muscled, and there were more tattoos, across his chest, and over his washboard abs. I had tried not to stare, but I noticed that around his navel, there was a red biohazard symbol. He tossed the shirt into a corner, grabbed the towel from me, and walked into the bathroom. He was still wearing his grey sweat pants and an old pair of sneakers. He closed the door and a few moments later, I heard the shower start running. I picked up the shirt from the ground; even just holding it in my hands, I could smell the sweat and grime on it. From the size of the duffel bag and the condition of the t-shirt, I guessed he didn't have much in the way of clothing. It was clear that anything I might have wouldn't fit him. I put the shirt on a chair in the living room, and started to sip my coffee while Eli showered. He didn't take long in shower. I had barely started on my coffee when the water was turned off. Eli shuffled around a bit in the bathroom, I guessed he was drying himself off. Soon, he opened the door, and walked out into the living room. He had slung the towel over his shoulder, and was otherwise totally naked. I didn't bother trying to hide my staring at him. His legs were just as well-defined as his chest and arms, and handing between them was a fat yet still limp cock and two huge, low-hanging balls. I tried to focus on his face, but I found myself constantly glancing back at his cock and thick bush. He at least pretended not to notice me staring. "Thanks bro. I needed that. Not had that hot of a shower in a long, long time." "So, what were your plans for the day?" I asked. He had turned around, looking for his duffel bag. His ass was two perfectly balanced black globes, just as hard and perfect as the rest of his body. I wanted to kneel down, spread his muscular cheeks and worship his hole. "Fuck bro, I don't know. Was hoping I could crash with Javi for a bit. And try to have some fun today. It's been too long since I've had the chance." He found where he had left the duffel, and knelt down. As he rummaged through it, his low-hanging balls were swinging heavily between his legs. I guessed they were full of accumulated jizz. I wanted nothing more than to be the one to drain them for him. "What kind of fun are you up for?" I asked. "I don't care bro. Just kick back, have a good time. Javi was always good for a wild party." He found what he had been looking for, and he turned around. He had a threadbare pair of underwear and a small book. "Damn, I wish I knew where he went. Hope his cell is still the same." "Like what you see, bro?" he asked, not yet putting on the underwear. "Yeah," I said, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "That's cool bro. Maybe we can have our own party," he said. His hand dropped down to his groin, and he started to rub his cock a bit. "I can borrow your phone? Wanna see if I can get a hold of Javi." I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Here you go." He took it from me, and started to page through his address book. He let the underwear drop to the ground. "Yo, bro. Gotta be honest. You got any party favors?" he asked me, as he stopped searching through his book. He dialed the phone. "What do you like?" I asked. "I've got some pot and other things." Eli's face brightened up when I mentioned "other things." "Bro, I'd love to smoke some meth, if you've got it." He was slouched back on one of the chairs facing me, his legs spread wide. It was still difficult for me not to stare at his cock. Even half-hard it was massive; a good seven inches long and nearly beer-can thick. I had no idea if I was going to be able to do anything with it, or even if I was going to get to play with our partying. "Yeah, I do," I said. I hadn't even used up my last baggie and had just bought two more grams the previous day. "Well, damn, bro. Share your wealth, and I'll share mine," he said. He shook his cock at me, indicating exactly the wealth he had to share. He held the phone up to his ear and I thought I could hear the sound of ringing. "Right on, man," I said. The ringing had stopped and I heard a muffled answer. "Yo, Javi, my man. This is Eli," he said into the phone. He clicked the volume down a bit, and I couldn't hear the other man any longer. A pause, then "Yeah. I got out yesterday. Got here this morning." I went into the bedroom, and found my pipe, torch, and the full bag of favors. In the living room, Eli was still talking. "Hanging out in your old apartment, actually. Cool guy here now." I rummaged through my bed stand, and found a few tablets of Viagra. "Yeah, totally. We're just getting the party started. You should come over." Supplies in hand, I came back to the living room. Eli had moved to the couch, where I had been sitting. I put the supplies down on the coffee table. "Awesome bro. See you in thirty then," he said, putting the phone down. He looked towards me. I tied to meet his eyes, but was still distracted by the massive tool between his legs. "Javi is coming over in a bit bro. We'll have fun today." He grabbed his cock, playing with it a bit. "Not as big as me. But he's not bad at all and definitely knows how to use it." I wasn't sure about having two strangers in my place, much less two strangers high on crystal meth, but my cock was starting to think for me. "Found a Viagra, if you want that as well?" I said. "You think you can handle me fucking you on V?" he asked, laughing. I stared at his cock. I knew this was going to be a day like I had dreamed of, and I didn't want anything to mess up the party. "I know I can." I said. "Well, get me something to drink. You got any beer bro?" I went into the kitchen, and brought him a cold can of beer. He took the viagra and washed it down. "Just a sec," I said, and went back into the bedroom. I found some poppers and lube, and brought those out. "Right on, bro. This is just what I needed," he said. "The pipe loaded?" he asked. I shook my head no. I sat down on the couch next to him and got a big chunk of crystal out of the baggie. I put it in the pipe. The bowl still looked a little empty to me, so I added two smaller shards. I took the torch and lit it. I melted the shards in the bowl. As I prepared the pipe, Eli watched. He grabbed the lube off the table and poured a little on his cock. When the first thin wisp of smoke curled out of the pipe, I handed it to him, to let him have the pleasure of the first hit. He took the pipe, one hand holding it as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his cock. He held the pipe in his mouth as I held the torch under it. The crystals crackled and smoked in the intense heat of the torch. He emptied the bowl several times, pulling a strong hit. After the fourth or fifth pull, he indicated he was good. I let the torch go out, and he pulled the pipe out of his mouth. He held it for a few seconds. Then, he blew out a thick white cloud right into my face. "Your turn," he said, as the smoke slowly dissipated in the room. I took the pipe and started to heat it up. As I let it melt and smoke, he took another swig of the beer. "You got any porn?" he asked. "Helps me get in the mood." I just nodded, as I took my first drag from the pipe. I felt the drug fill my lungs, my heart pounding in anticipation of the incipient high. I did a proper hit, and held it long, then blew out a thick cloud. I handed the pipe and torch to Eli for him to go again. "What kind of porn are you into?" I asked, right before he took another hit from the glass pipe. "Anything, bro. Gay. Straight. Black. White. I don't care. The freakier, the better." I got up and pulled out something I had downloaded a few months ago. It was a bunch of short gay flicks, mostly hung black guys fucking white guys. It was also bareback, which gave me a moment's pause. I worried it might set the mood for the rest of the day. I didn't know how to bring up condoms for Eli, if one would even fit him. As I put it on, Eli took another hit from the pipe. I came back to the couch just as he was exhaling the hit. He handed the pipe back to me. I put it in my mouth as he lit the torch under it. "Big hit this time, Matt. Gotta get you in the zone, bro." I sucked on the pipe, getting nice thick hits of the meth. Even when I motioned that I had had enough, he kept the torch under the pipe. "Just a bit more, bro," he said. "You're gonna need it for what I have planned for you." I tried to keep on inhaling the smoke as best I could, even as my lungs felt like they were bursting. Finally, he pulled the torch away, grabbing the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it, Matt, until I say so" he said. He stuck the pipe in his mouth and started to do his own hit. I was about to exhale, but he indicated for me to hold it a bit longer. It wasn't until he had taken all of his hit that he motioned me to breath out. Just as I was finished emptying my lungs, he leaned in towards me, making it clear I was going to get his hit. We started to kiss, and he shot-gunned his hit to me. It was far bigger than the one I just did, and he made sure our lips were locked long enough for it to get absorbed. Finally, he broke off the kiss, and let me breath the hit out. I was a little surprised a macho thug type like him would kiss, but I didn't protest the unexpected intimacy. I could feel my body tingle, as the tina started to take effect. I was definitely getting horny and wanting to do more than just kiss and share hits of the meth. I turned my attention to the TV. On screen, a white guy was on his knees, trying to swallow a huge black cock. I looked at Eli's cock, and realized that his shaft was even bigger than the one in the video. "You like it, bro?" he asked; I couldn't tell if he meant his dark cock, or the white guy struggling to swallow the black cock on screen. "Yeah, I do," answering for both. "Why don't you get more comfortable. You gotta get naked like me, man," he said. I did as I was told, throwing my shirt into a corner, then stepping out of my jeans and underwear. My cock was only semi-hard and seemed tiny in comparison to his. "Nice bod, bro," Eli said, running his free hand over my hairy chest and taut stomach. "Not sure how my cock's gonna fit in you. But don't worry, we'll make sure it does." "Hot movie," Eli continued. "Why don't you get down on your knees, and show my cock some love, just like that white boy." I pushed the coffee table back a bit, and knelt down in front of him. Up close his manhood seemed even bigger than I first realized. I had no idea how I was going to take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. "Just relax, and work slowly. I know you'll be able to take it," he said, almost reading my mind. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. As they took effect, his cock no longer seemed like an insurmountable obstacle. I knew I could take it, and further, I knew he would love every second of it. I took his warm cockhead into my mouth, savoring the small drop of pre-cum at its tip. I started to work my way down his shaft, slowly taking more and more of his cock into my mouth. It wasn't an easy or fast process, but it more than satisfied my sudden need for dick. Eli was enjoying it as well. He spread his legs wide, giving me better access to his cock and balls. He leaned back, not caring about anything but the pleasure of the blowjob. After a few minutes of effort, I had barely gotten more than a third of his cock into my mouth. But, it didn't seem to bother him. He was moaning in pleasure, letting me know how good it felt for him. He grabbed the pipe, and lit the torch. I glanced up at him just in time to see him slowly melting the drug in the glass bowl. Right before the smoke began to leak out the top, he looked down at me and said, "Don't stop sucking, bro. It feels fucking great." He put the pipe to his lips and did another long hit. I was glad I had loaded up the bowl, since it he was enjoying big hits. I was feeling like I was almost in the zone, and needed only one more hit before I was completely at his mercy, ready to be used like the cocksucker I was. He pushed out his hit, covering the two of us in a thick white fog. Eli was getting too much pleasure from my oral service, so I knew he wasn't going to offer me a hit off the pipe. Instead, I settled for another hit from the poppers, and did my best to swallow another agonizing inch of his cock. His cockhead started to hit the back of my throat, and I did my best to suppress my gag. But, with my mouth already stretched as wide as possible and his fat cock pressed against my throat, it was hard to do. Even with the poppers, I had to pull off and catch my breath. "Damn bro. Most guys can barely take my head. That was fucking amazing," he said, clearly impressed. "Take a breather," he said, "Catch your breath." grabbing my arms and pulling me up on to the couch. I relaxed for a moment. My hand dropped down to my crotch, seeking out my dick. My cock was still half-hard. The crystal hadn't yet reached it and left it limp and lifeless. It was leaking precum. Eli reached across, and grabbed my cock. "Not bad, man," he said, impressed by its current size. He stroked my cock a few times, but then worked his hand down, grabbing my balls and starting to finger and explore my hole. "You're a tight ass, bro. Literally. Gonna have fun fucking you." He pulled his fingers out long enough to put a drop or two of lube on them. He pushed back into me, getting a little deeper. Even his fingers were big, and I acutely felt the intrusion into my hole. "You ok, man?" he asked. "Or do you need another hit?" He left it ambiguous enough that I didn't know if he meant poppers or crystal. "Yeah. Just a lot bigger than I'm used to," I said. I tried to shift my weight around, giving him easier access to my butt and also trying to relax as much as possible. He didn't stop, but pushed into me further; I could feel his second knuckle slide into my hole. He wiggled his finger inside of me. It sent a shock of pleasure running through my body and I moaned involuntarily. But then, suddenly, he pulled out. I felt empty, like something important had slid out from my body. "Pick out a nice big shard from your stash, man," he said. "You're not in the zone yet." I got off the sofa and down on my knees again. I looked through what was left in in the bag. There was one decent-sized piece of meth left. The rest of it was all small bits or dust. I fished the big one out of the bag, and put it on the coffee table. I grabbed the pipe, but he stopped me. He leaned over and took a look at it was I wondered what he had planned. "Nice, bro. Now, just bend over the table and relax." He paused for a second. "You may want these," he said, handing me the poppers. I took them, and did a huff from the bottle. He carefully picked up the shard of meth. With his free hand, he spread apart my ass cheeks, exposing my hole. I realized he was going to stick the crystal up my ass, not bothering with the ritual of a booty bump. I had heard this was almost as intense as slamming. Terrified of what I'd do flying high, nevertheless, I did another huff of poppers, forcing myself to relax. His finger pushed into my hole, guiding the sharp rock into me. I could feel it scraping up against my tight moist hole, slowly starting to dissolve and enter my bloodstream. He pushed his finger in all the way, first one knuckle, then a second knuckle, and finally the base of his finger. "There, Matt," he said. "Just relax, and let it melt, bro." I took another huff from the poppers as he slid his finger out of my hole. I could feel the shard of tina that he had left behind. I knew it had already started to dissolve, the drug going straight to my brain. I wondered what I would let him do over the next few hours. As his fingertip slipped out of my hole, he gently massaged it, making it close up. "That bump should last you for a good while," he said.

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.”

Like everyone else, when we go on holiday we like to let loose. We had only been together a few months but this was our second holiday. Depending on the holiday that might just be a few drinks and a very late night, or it could be what happened back in Gran Canaria. We had been on vacation for a few days and both had our share of fun. My boyfriend had been building his tan up at at six foot tall, blond, blue eyes and now with a dark glow he looked stunning. He had been catching a few guys eyes all night and as he got a bit more tipsy he started to get more flirty. He was generally not as adventurous as me, and was just as happy to take a wrapped up cock as a raw one. I never took wrapped, and preferred him to take it bare every time, as it means I could really him a random load out of him later which was always the best end to a night for me. I saw out the corner of my eye while ordering another couple of drinks at the bar he was on the usual apps and messaging a guy who rung a bell. He was generally a raw player which was how I knew him, so it was not a surprise when he messaged a few months back to tell me he was not poz detectable and might have been at our last fuck. I did the usual checks and all came back negative, which is a shocker given neither I or my other half use prep. I was wondering why my guy was messaging him, as he was not his usual type. He was preppy, smooth and clean shaven, where Mark off the app was muscled, some chest hair and stubbled. I was curious what they were messaging about as my guy had adjusted his shorts several times in the last few minutes. I messaged Mark to check if his number still worked, just saying that it looks like we are at the same place on holiday, and it showed delivered and then read. “Hey, good to hear from you mate, sorry about last summer with the tests and all that. We arrived over this afternoon so jet lagged, and been enjoying the sun. That might be changing soon though as might have a nice fuck lined up for later lol”. So yep it was Mark and sounds like he’s already up to his old tricks. Having had a couple of sessions already this holiday I asked what he had in store. “Well this blond guy is up for a play but seems to just want oral and playing it safe. I’ve not told him about the poz thing, as well, he has not asked so fuck it. Low risk stuff anyway, or at least that’s how it’s going to start.” This sounded just like my guy which was funny as I should just tell Mark, but something was more curious about it in the back of my head. My boyfriend had clearly been messaging Mark at the same time and said he might have to pop off later as he’s got an offer of some light fun, and would I be ok with it. I asked what, and reminded him the rule about telling me what he gets up to afterwards. He said “no worries, but it won’t be much of a session as he’s tired and just going to play it by ear.” With that off he headed to Marks hotel. As he left the table My phone beeped again. “I could really do with breeding this blond. He says he is just going to see where we go, but I really want to seed his hole with my load before I go on meds when I get home. I mean have to share it at least once hey?”. What do I say? I mean it’s clearly my guy going over but hey he plays it safe anyway unless he sure. Fuck it. “Yer if he asks tell him, but if not he should know better. Plus he’s an adult and sure he knows what he’s doing”. He replied “I’m in the mood for a spit only raw fuck, and really rough fuck a guy though. Something about the heat over here just gets me hard, and dirty.” I wanted to step it back at bit as I knew my other half was tipsy and might be easy swayed, so toned it down with saying maybe just taking it easy on the first night, but send pics as sharing is something we had done before. This message was delivered but not opened. Had he arrived at Marks hotel, and had Mark read to take it a bit easy? TBC

So, this evening I went to the Athletes party at Laboratory in Berlin. the format is that you get a numbered wrist band which you charge your drinks to and pay on exit. what’s new is they are allowing smartphones inside the venue. They put orange stickers over the camera lenses to stop Photography and video. The problem is this is easily defeated by peeling off the sticker. While this isn’t a problem for most, a few visitors are having trouble and I found someone FaceTiming his boyfriend while getting railed in the sling. I think that’s unacceptable behaviour. A club like lab needs to remain very private. I would t do half the stuff I’ve done in there over the years if I thought there is a risk someone was recording or broadcasting it. lab says smartphones are allowed because of the need to pay for drinks … but the wristband negates that. I spoke to the staff about it but didn’t want want to be too much of a Karen about it and get on and enjoy myself. and yes, the hairy Yugoslavian body builder was awesome so this is not sour grapes Am I being unreasonable ?

I can hear Kyle saying how good Jesse's cock feels, and how bad he wants it, how he wants Jesse to breed him and cum in his ass. Jesse is into it calling him a dirty slut and a pig, telling him how bad he wants to breed his ass and to beg for his cum, adding he wants me to video him taking my load and showing it dripping out of his ass, telling me to get his phone out of his shorts, which are down around his ankles. He unlocks it for me even though I already know his passcode and hands it to me, telling me to get ready and then telling me to start as he again riles Kyle up calling him a dirty slut and a cum pig, telling him to beg for his load and Kyle does as he's told as Jesse tells him he's going to breed him and lets out a massive groan as he thrust his cock balls deep in Kyle. Kyle is louding begging him not to pull out, to pump all his cum inside him as Jesse slowly does just that. I'm rock hard just watching it and Jesse tells me to hand him the phone and I do as he pulls out and narrates moving in for a close up of Kyle's fucked out cummy ass, taking a couple photoes which he shows Kyle, elciting a "fuck" from Kyle. Jesse tells Kyle it's his turn now and he wants Kyle to breed him up against the wall like he just did. Kyle is still catching his breath and panting with a long thick rope of cum dribbling down off his cock. Kyle swiped up the rope of cum and smeared it on Jesse's ass as he was stroking himself hard and then sliding his raw cock inside Jesse. Jesse isn't making much noise and if Kyle realizes Jesse already has a load in his ass he isn't saying anything. I'm guessing right now Kyle is in "any hole is the goal" mode right now and doesn't give a shit. As he's fucking Jesse Kyle tells me to move in behind and for me to fuck him. I was already massively horny and starting to feel fucking useless as those two were so into each other. I do a cursory spit on my cock knowing Kyle doesn't need any lube with Jesse's load already in him and slide my cock balls deep inside him. I loved that both these dirty sluts were in a back alley getting bred raw like the whores they are. I'm dying to know from Jesse if Kyle already had a load in him or not. And while I should be worried about someone coming down the alley and catching us I don't give a shit as all I wanna do is load Kyle's ass. Jesse is now begging Kyle to breed him and make him his bitch and we now have a nice rhythm going. I know Jesse is getting what he wants and Kyle is getting more of what he always wants. Both are dirty indiscriminate pigs who probably take any load they can get. I can only bet that once Jesse and I finish breeding Kyle he's going to be lining up more guys to come by and breed his dirty slutty cummy hole, taking them raw with no questions. I've worked myself up so much I blasted my load deep inside Kyle and can hear him starting to pant and groan and soon enough he pumps his load inside Jesse just as I slide out of him. Jesse is begging him not to pull out and softly moaning telling Kyle how hot it was. Jesse slides out of Jesse and says he probably need to check in with coworker and see how things are but tells us not to leave and jokes that his coworker buddy may want to have some fun with Jesse. I already know I'm not his co-worker's type. His name is Noah and he's a tall skinny redneck boy who doesn't like Mexicans, so I'm guessing Jesse may be his thing. I know from talking with Kyle that Noah prefers to top but does bottom for the right guy and like us wants it raw. I know that Noah and Kyle take turns hooking up with guys once it gets slow in the evenings and they're both on and that they have a good relationship as a result. I can't help but wonder if they also play together even though Kyle insists they don't, saying it would be like having sex with his sister. Jesse and I have pulled our shorts back up and are waiting and to my surprise Noah came out instead, scowling as he sees me but then seeing Jesse smiles and says "hey" and its possible they've hooked up before as they seem to be already familiar with each other. "That's not yours" Noah says gesturing to my truck and Jesse says that the truck is mine and Noah looks around asking where he and Jesse should do it. Again, I'm feeling like a third wheel here and Jesse says he can get up against the wall or they can fuck in the truck. Noah looks at Jesse with a screwed up face and says "Against the wall" and Jesse pulls his shorts down as Noah tells me to keep an eye out. I'm trying to catch glimpses of Noah's cock as Kyle has told me he's pretty hung but from this angle I can't see anything but can hear it as he slides in Jesse as he's sudden screaming out "Jesus, go slower!" But Noah isn't being gentle and soon Jesse is screaming "Oh God" mixed with pleas for Noah to cum in his ass. I love that Noah doesn't mind getting sloppy seconds after Kyle (or in this case sloppy thirds) and I'm guessing they both probably take turns with more than a few guys showing up late nights for fun. I keep glancing over but really can't see much, but love hearing that Jesse is enjoying the pounding. Noah unloads in Jesse with a loud groan and I can hear Jesse pleading for him not to pull out and to stay inside him. Noah seems intent on that wish and is continuing to stroke inside Jesse and I'm shaking my head knowing he is truly the luckiest guy as he got bred before we got here, took Kyle's load, got to breed Kyle, and now has taken Noah's load and is about to get a second load from Noah. By comparison Kyle is fairly chaste, just taking loads from me and Jesse, but I'm guessing even now he's on his phone lining up other guys to come breed him too, adding their seed to his greedy needy hole. Against those thoughts I can hear Noah pump another load deep inside Jesse's needy hole and I can hear Jesse plead for him not to pull out. The two are kissing now that Noah has pulled out and I can faintly hear Noah saying he wants Jesse to fuck him. He's up against the wall and I'd forgotten I'd given Jesse the lube earlier but can see him lubing up Noah's ass and sliding inside him. Noah is softly moaning oh gods and oh yeahs as Jesse's raw cock is stroking balls deep inside him. I'm guessing this isn't the first time Jesse's unloaded inside him and that Noah isn't as much a top as Kyle has said he is and probably gets fucked raw a lot. I can hear Jesse softly asking him if he wants it and hear him softly moaning "yeah I do" and "cum inside me" followed by Jesse's groan, telling me Noah and Jesse got what they wanted. Jesse slid out and I could see Noah pulling his pants back up and it had me majorly hard knowing that both Noah and Kyle were both going to be working with Jesse's loads buried deep in their asses. Noah went back in scowling at me as he did leaving Jesse and I in the alley. We got back in my truck and Jesse lit up a cigarette obviously needing it after all the sex he'd had. Dirty slut had gotten it from three different guys and knowing him, was probably going to go home and line up still more guys to come over to fuck him. "Fuck that was hot" he said, taking a long drag on the cigarette. I asked him if he and Noah had hooked up before and he admitted he had and that he often went over to fuck with not just Kyle, but Noah too and that both had come over to his place to play and also do group stuff, but together and apart. I was insanely jealous of Jesse having his own place to host guys for that kind of stuff while I still had to do car play and stuff at the gym and on the trails. I asked Jesse if he was still gonna hook up when he got home and he laughed hard saying he was and that I should join him. I said I was hardly satisfied as I hadn't gotten fucked enough and he said he'd line up guys to come over and join us. And he was true to his word. And while I'd really wanted Kyle and especially Noah to breed me neither had. Jesse apologized for not realizing that and once back at his place lined up one random guy and then a second random guy to come over and breed both of us raw.

I don't think so; all the fuckjoints have certain rules to gain entrance. If some guys sneak disallowed phones/whatever into the club, there are all kinds of things wrong with that. I've seen it happen occasionally at Slammer - where phones are explicitly disallowed. Once several years ago in the darkroom, some guy took a photo, some other guy grabbed it, threw it on the floor and stomped on it. Fight ensued, employees rushed in and most of the other witnesses explained who did what - and that guy got thrown out, sans his broken phone. I wouldn't mind at ALL if someone took pics of me Breeding in the darkroom, and I'd expect to get a copy too. But, it's against the list of rules you sign (every visit), so it's either obey the rules or find some other place to fuck.

Glad you had a great time. A first raw fuck is a big milestone. I graduated to raw about ten years ago and if you are anything like me, going back to condoms won't happen.

Venues like that owe their existence to the willingness of the society they’re in to turn a blind eye to what actually goes on behind the doors. As long as the community at large isn’t exposed to the truth of the depravity, the powers that be can act as though it isn’t happening. The key is that it never gets dragged into the light, and the regular public is never faced with it. The internet, however, is a terrible place to keep a secret - like, for instance, video footage of the inside of a sex venue. Eventually, clips purporting to show activities going on inside will start making the rounds, getting more public as they get shared - as the saying goes, a secret shared by two is known to two; a secret shared by three is known to all the world. In time, someone will be scandalized (or some high-level person will be compromised) and a hue-and-cry will ensue that something must be done about these dens of iniquity. It is not in these venues’ best interests to allow phones, and the sooner they realize how useless their camera stickers are, the better.

Present in the moment is quite the point. Lab parties and similar are all about the guys who are there and the guys playing around you. If you have to live broadcast it on instagram or FaceTime your friends to validate the reality then you’re completely missing the point.

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 hate it when you’re a cumdump and have 3 loads in you. The tops asks how many loads and you tell them. They cum over and fuck your sloppy hole. As they leave they ask you if you are clean….. “yeah” and In your mind, “lucky I didn’t tell him I the truth that I have 7 loads..” and “I don’t know the status of those 7 anon fuckers but yeah I’m clean for now..”

I've been sought out and invited to take the anal virginity of several guys. The 1st time was with a 22 year old when I was 20, when I had only fucked 2 other guys and before I lost my own anal virginity, so I was really out of my league. The most recent was with a 19 year old when I was 50, which felt somewhat uncomfortable with that due to the age difference. Since I'm somewhat larger than average (I know I sought out someone smaller to loose mine to) I always take my time eating him out and preparing him by very gently finger massaging his hole (I hate being fingered, so I am very careful not to over do the penetrative part of fingering) then encourage him to either back up on my dick doggy style or letting him sit on it (I've found doggy style works better) at his own pace. While I don't generally do relationships, quite a few of the guys whose virginity I took became at least occasional fuckbuds, so I like to think I did something right. Several of them quickly evolved into major sluts, that I have fucked repeatedly while cruising or at sex clubs.

Part 4 I was alone in the apartment. Grandpa left to chase a hookup so I had time to myself. I was looking forward find out what else he had to teach about gay life but at this point the timing was appropriate. His lessons, along with his brazen prankster behavior, put me at my limit for shenanigans. My penis almost went in his mouth, his penis almost went in my mouth, and he rammed his boner against my butthole right before leaving. I knew he was just joking around with me, but that last one hurt a little. I stuck a finger in my ass and massaged my hole. It was still a little sore from his tip trying to push in. I’m sure my virgin ass worked to my advantage to keep him out but what if he had managed to penetrate? Holy shit! That would mean I would have almost lost my virginity to… my grandpa. That is absolutely not a story I’d want to tell any future boyfriend. Well he was with a hookup so that should calm down his pent up energy. I decided to remain naked since I was alone. Trying some of that free lifestyle he talked about. I cleaned the place up bit. I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and picked up some clothes laying about. It was the least I could do. Help with the house work as I stayed there. It was probably a half hours worth of cleaning up when I took a break. I thought about ways to occupy myself. Naturally since I stayed nude in the house, my thoughts went to my dick. I still haven’t gone off this morning so I figured I would try to blow off some steam. I went to the bedroom and laid down in bed. There was plenty more room since I was there alone. I was playing with my dick when I felt my balls touch something wet. I looked down and saw there was a white puddle on the sheets. That must have been where grandpa came earlier this morning. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t touch that. I moved up a little bit, getting my balls out of his spunk. I looked up some porn on my phone while playing with myself, stroking myself to erection. As I was scrolling through different types of websites, I saw some videos of guys using dildos. It looked pretty fun, and I had never used one before. That’s when I remembered grandpa Lewis telling me that there were drawers filled with them. The thought of using his sex toys seemed weird to me. But he wasn’t here so I figured it would be fine as long as I put it back where I found it. I went over to the dresser and pulled up in the first drawer. Oh wow! There were so many different things. There were dildos of all shapes sizes and colors. There were butt plugs and things that looked like balls on a string. And a few other toys that I couldn’t really describe very well nor could I comprehend what they were used for. I picked out a tan colored one. One that was probably about the size of my dick erect. I found a bottle of lube as well and I got back on the bed. I lubed up my dick and my ass. I played with my hole with one hand and my dick in the other. I wondered if I could get that thing to fit in me. After what felt like maybe five or 10 minutes of fingering. I grabbed the dildo and applied a generous amount of lube on it. I pointed the tip towards my ass and tried guiding it in. It required quite a bit more force than I imagined but as my hole started opening up it hurt. I took a break from it for a minute then tried it again. Then took another break. I kept going back-and-forth like that, pressing the dildo tip against my ass, trying to work it in. Periodically adding more lube to it with every other attempt. It was more difficult than I thought. I didn’t know how long I was attempting for. It felt like a long time. Eventually I managed to work the tip in. The rubber head popping in past my ring. I held it there for a minute rubbing my dick as my ass relaxed on it. I worked it slowly up inside me. After the pain and discomfort subsided. It started to feel good. So I started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. Slowly at first then I found a good rhythm. I must have fucked myself like that for a while. Stroking my dick and plunging my ass. My prostate was getting hit too and I was leaking hard. It felt amazing and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm. I jammed the dildo in deep. It hurt a little but the pleasure outweighed the pain by a long shot. I was stroking fast and gasped. My cum shot up in the air and covered my belly, several ribbons worth. I laid there catching my breath. Dildo still firmly inside me. That’s when I heard the front door open. “Kenny, I’m back.” Grandpa was home. In a panic I pulled the dildo out. It was still covered in lube and juice. I threw it in the drawer and quickly wiped myself off with a pair of grandpa’s underwear from the floor. That’s when the bedroom door opened. “There you are! What have you been up to?” “Oh! Just tidying up.” “I can see that. Doing laundry? Or were you having fun with my briefs?” I was still holding them. “No, just laundry.” He took the underwear out of my hand and looked at it. “Hm? I guess at some point I blew a load on this. I don’t remember that though. Oh well these days I forget half the places I dump my sludge.” He put it up to his face and started licking the cum off of the underwear. I thought to myself ‘No! No! Grandpa don’t! That’s you’re grandson’s cum you’re eating!’ But I kept a straight face and pretended like nothing was wrong. “Mmh that’s an unusually sweet load. My cum normally has a strong bitter savory flavor.” He finished licking the underwear in front of me then tossed it aside. “So Kenny boy. How’s about you get dressed? We’re gonna go to a gay fetish store down on Pike street. Another kinkster from my social circle works there. Sound fun?” “Yeah! That sounds great.” I was excited to go to a gay shop. I’ve never been to one. And getting out of the apartment seemed like a good way to avoid any more of these close calls. I threw some clothes on. Grandpa threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and sandals. Obviously he didn’t feel like dressing up much for going out. The place he wanted to take me wasn’t very far. Only a few blocks away. I took in the sights of the city while I could. Everything looked big and busy. It was a shop called Doghouse Leathers. Inside I was impressed with the vast variety of clothing and adult toys on the shelves. So many things that I didn’t know what they were used for. The guy at the counter was an older bear wearing a black leather vest with no shirt on. He looked up at us and immediately recognized grandpa Lewis. “Mr. Lewis! How are you doing? And who is this pretty new thing you have with you?“ “This is my grandson Kenny. My real grandson. You remember. I mentioned him once or twice.“ “Oh! This is the one. Like, actual real family grandson. I guess your visit is going to be pretty tame this time. Showing him the sights?“ “Yes I am. Kenny boy here is gay as well and I wanted to show him his first gay store. Maybe some of the things here will catch his interest.“ “Aw, that is sweet of you to chaperone him around for his first time at a fetish store. I’m flattered it’s mine. Well you guys take your time and help yourselves to try out anything you like. I will be here if you need my assistance.“ “Will do.“ he guided me through the shop, showing me various outfits, underwear, and contraptions. He was informing me on all of their uses and the wild kinks that went along with them. There were so many things that guys were into that I didn’t even know existed. Water sports, pup play, chastity, electro shock, rim chairs, tickle brushes, floggers. I almost felt my head spin over trying to keep up with so many different things. I just let grandpa go on and on while I just smiled and nodded at everything he was telling me. It was all so much, but I was enjoying myself. He asked me if I wanted to try on anything. He was looking towards the leather harnesses and gimp masks. Those were all too advanced for me. I looked at some specialty underwear that looked pretty cool. One had a zipper that started at the top of the crotch and went all the way down and up to the top of the butt. Grandpa saw me looking at that one and he grabbed it off the rack. “Here try this one on. You’d look great in it.” “Are you sure? It’s not too revealing?” “Of course not. It’s practically European. Come, let’s get you fitted. I want to try on some things too.” He took me to the changing rooms in the back. It was basically a corner with a curtain. He got in with me. “Okay strip.” “Do you have to be in here with me? I can do it myself.” “But I like helping you. Are you really going to be shy in a place like this?” He had a point. And we did spend a lot of the day nude together. His hands were already getting my clothes off. First my shirt then may pants came down. I bent over to get my shoes off when I felt something warm against my butt. “What’s that?” “Just my cock, don’t worry about it. The changing room is small and you practically backed up into it. What are you trying to do? Gobble it up with your ass?” “I’m just getting my clothes off.” “Then do it.” He punctuated his demand by thrusting forward. His tip hit my hole. I was still lubed up and stretched from the dildo earlier so when he thrusted forward my ring opened up and hugged his tip, half of his head was poking in. But his head was much wider then the dildo so it still hurt a little. “Ow, that hurts. You should take it away.” I whispered. Trying not to alert anyone to what was going on. “What’s going on down there? You’re ass is very sloppy and not as tight as it was previously. I’m almost inside you. Tell me the truth young man.” He held his dick there. I was quickly working off my shoes and socks to get the rest of my pants off. “I-I played with one of your dildos, I’m sorry.” “Oh is that right? Well I did say you could play with them anytime. I thought you might have had a trick of your own when I was emptying my balls. But you should have told me. Look what you did. Do you want my cock inside you?” He pressed forward more. My ass opening up more around his head. “No! Please take it out!” “Relax it’s not inside you. This is just a kiss. You’re still very much a virgin. What an outrageous thought, me deflowering you. He he he.” That’s when the curtain opened. The leather bear from the front register was looking at us. Me bent over and my grandfather with his dick nearly penetrating me. “Anything I can help you with?” He unzipped his leather pants and pulled his cock out. It was fat and he had a biohazard tattoo right above his shaft. He was stroking it, getting it hard and he moved it closer to me. “We’re fine Bruce. I was just helping Kenny try on some underwear.” Bruce wagged his dick a few times. It was erect now. He looked down at my ass and what was poking at it. “I see. Let me know if I can offer anything.” He didn’t put his dick away but he backed off and closed the curtain again. I was alone with grandpa Lewis. I got all my clothes off and stood up. His dick left my ass and I grabbed the underwear to try them on. “Just a moment. Help me put on my item.” He asked. “What did you get?” Grandpa held up a black butt plug. “He said we could try anything. How about you push this up in me?” “Why me?” “Because you should see how it works. Plugs are a little different then dildos.” He put the plug in my hand and turned around. He spread his ass apart and revealed his hole to me. It was wet and puckering towards me. He clearly had action down there when he had his hookup. “Go on. Put it up in me.” I put a hand on his ass and aimed the plus towards his hole. I didn’t know how much pressure to apply but it went in him easily enough. As it past the widest part his hole clamped down on it with a wet quenching sound. “Awww yeah. That’s it. See? Easy enough.” He stood up and faced me. I was now pulling up the underwear and straightening the waist band. “Yeah it wasn’t too hard. Should we be doing this grandpa? Isn’t it kinda [banned word]?” “Do you dislike spending time with me?” “No not at all!” “Did you dislike putting the plug up my ass?” “Um, it wasn’t bad. It was okay.” “Then what’s the problem? We’re just having fun. And I love teasing you.” “I guess your right. I’ve been having fun too. But your teasing does get pretty extreme sometimes.” “I know, that makes it more fun. Those look nice on you. Turn around let me see that bubble butt.” I spun around and showed them off. I did like the look of them. “Let’s see if the zipper works.” He reached around and undid the zipper. My dick popped out and he kept pulling it down and up the other side, revealing my ass. “Yup those work good… just a sec. Hold still.” I held still with my back towards him I heard a moist popping sound and then a forceful push against my own ass. Something went up inside me. “Grandpa what is that?!” He pushed and it popped up in me. “Just the butt plug. You seem to like toys in your ass and you are well lubed up so might as well.” “Grandpa that was in your ass!” “Now it’s in yours. It’s basically the same as sharing a Coke. Leave it in.” He zipped me back up. The plug firmly planted in me. His ass juices were probably mixing in with mine. “Come on, get dressed. It’s time to head out.” This was crazy. I had something that was inside him, up inside me. We both got dressed and wandered toward the register. As I walked the plug felt weird. Almost like it was going to fall out. But it’s shape wouldn’t allow that. We got to the register and the leather bear still had his dick out. “Just the underwear?” He asked. “And a butt plug.” “Okay come around the counter, I’ll need to scan it.” I walked around to where he was. He bent me over the counter and pulled my pants down looking for the tag. “Ah, it’s on the inside.” He reached for the zipper and unzipped it all the way to the back. “Here we go. I’ll need to type it in. Nice ass.” He put a hand on my back and leaned over me, his cock pointed at my ass. He started typing something in the register. “No funny business now Bruce.” Grandpa seemed a little apprehensive. “Just gonna put these numbers in” Bruce swung his hips back and slammed forward. I slammed into the counter. “What? Oh! Theres the plug. Cheeky bastard.” The plug obviously stopped his dick from penetrating me. I guess now it didn’t seem so bad. “Just ring is up you horny fucker. I knew you’d try that. Kenny boy here is a virgin and I don’t plan on throwing him to the sharks yet.” Bruce took the price gun and scanned the bar code on the base of the plug poking out my ass. Grandpa payed for the two items and I zipped myself up. We walked around down town for a while. He showed me cruising spots and places to eat. All the while I was walking around with a plug up inside me. We spent quite some time in town until it got late. Before heading home grandpa had one last place to show me. We were on Summit Avenue and saw a discrete building. “This is Steamworks Kenny. It’s a gay bathhouse where men come to hook up with each other. It may be a little advanced for you for now but I will take you here when you’re ready.” “Really? I had no idea a place like this existed.” “It’s not meant to be heavily advertised. A lot of the men here like discretion.” I looked at the building for a while. Then grandpa took me by the hand and we walked back home in the dark. When we got back grandpa immediately threw off his clothes and let it all hang out again. he loved being naked. He took me by the hand and brought me to the bedroom where he proceeded to take my clothes off as well. “Today was fun grandpa. Thanks for taking me out.“ “It was my pleasure Kenny boy. Get on the bed for me, I want to inspect that plug up inside you.” I now had all my clothes off. Even the new underwear were thrown aside. I got on the bed and lay down I was rubbing the plug inside me wondering if I should take it out yet. “It’s been in there for quite a while grandpa.“ He got on the bed with me and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, his hips almost met with my ass. “This is a very awkward position grandpa.” “I can better inspect you this way.“ He grabbed the plug and started thrusting it in an out of me. It was causing my dick to get hard. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.“ “Yeah you’re right, you don’t need this anymore.” Grandpa pulled the plug out of my ass and started sucking on it. “Mmm, sweet.” “Isn’t that dirty?“ “Nope, you’re clean inside. This is just your sweet love juices. Well yours and some of mine.” His dick was resting on my butt hole. I could feel it getting hard. “Grandpa I think you should move your dick.” Grandpa put the plug down and wrapped his hands around my thighs. He moved his hips forward, his cock head pressing up against my ass. My hole easily opening up and wrapping around his tip. “Whatever you say Kenny boy.“ “No! That’s gonna go in!” Grandpa pulled his dick away and let go of my legs. “How was I supposed to know that? You should be more specific.“ I sat up. “You like to push your jokes far. But we can’t actually do that. That would be… incest. Wouldn’t it?” “Hey, a hole is a hole. If it feels good, you should just let it happen.“ “But, you have…” “AIDS, I know. But that doesn’t change how good my cock would feel in your virgin ass.“ I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. I sat there in silence looking away, sensing my discomfort he change the subject. “Since you know I like to hook up, and I’ve shown you some of the ropes around here. I think tomorrow I’m going to have one of my tricks come over. He and I are going to play around here. You don’t have to stay and watch, but it would be a great lesson for you. A visceral demonstration on how to properly fuck, and some more kink demonstrations too.” “Oh, uh, I guess that would be interesting to see.” Could I really watch my grandfather fuck somebody? Wouldn’t that be as awkward and uncomfortable as walking in on your parents having sex? But grandpa Lewis wasn’t a parent. He was technically my grandparent, but he’s so carefree and sex positive. My thoughts went back-and-forth on it being weird and it being an interesting learning experience. Mostly leaning towards the learning experience. “Well it’s getting late. Time for bed I say.” It was late and I was pretty tired from the day. I looked around to find some pajamas to wear. But grandpa stopped me. “No need for those, we can sleep in the nude. We walk around the house naked. We can sleep naked as well.“ I guess that was true. I was a little concerned about his dick rubbing up against my bare ass in the middle of the night. But if it got too frisky, I could always just move to the couch. “Yeah, alright.” We got ready for bed and got under the covers. Grandpa was sitting up looking at our position, contemplating. “Okay last night was a little cramped so let’s try something different. How about you lay down on the bed and I’ll just rest on top of you.” “Wouldn’t that be kinda smothering?” “Hey now. I’m no fat. Well I have a bit of a belly here but I’m fairly light for my size. Just get into position. This will save space.” I laid down as instructed. I wasn’t too sure how this was going to work. Grandpa crawled on top of me, and laid down. His head rested on my back. I felt his cock rest between my cheeks. He wasn’t very heavy but it was still a weird position. “Are you comfy like that?” I asked. “Oh yes Kenny. You’re very warm. And your bubble butt is very cushy.” We got comfy and tried going to sleep. Grandpa managed to fall asleep faster then me. I heard him snore quite a bit. The weight of him laying down on my felt like it wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep but I tried. I eventually started nodding off. Waking up here and there in the first part of the night. I couldn’t help but think of his dick between my cheeks. But I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to something poking me. Grandpa was snoring still and he had another hard on. It felt uncomfortable so I tried to wiggle around a bit. It wasn’t working well since both our bodies were pressed against each other. The only thing I could reach was my ass. His dick was so hard it hurt as it jabbed my butt cheek. I may have been slender but my ass was pretty round so there was a lot for his dick to poke against. I thought about my options and the only thing I could come up with was grabbing my ass and spreading it. I did and grandpa’s dick stopped poking my cheek and slipped down to poke at my hole. It wasn’t ideal but my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. I allowed myself to fall back asleep like that. My dreams were nondescript. I couldn’t make heads or tales of anything. But through out my dreams I had a strange feeling on my ass. The feeling grew more intense as I dreamt away. Then the feeling went painful. That’s when I woke up. It was still night but my ass was hurting. Grandpa was still on top of me snoring away. But it felt like his dick slipped its head into me. I could feel my hole stretched open and it hurt. I may have had practice with his dildo earlier but there’s no way I was ready for some thing of his size. Now that I think of it, it was probably a bad idea to practice stretching my hole with that dildo earlier in the day, and more so not good to have had a plug in me the latter half of the day. Otherwise his dick might not have gotten inside of me so easily. I was still. I didn’t know how to correct the situation. I didn’t want to wake him to find his dick inside me. That would have been too embarrassing. The longer I laid still the more his dick slowly sank in. Eventually it stopped sinking. It felt like half its length was in me. ‘Oh god, hes inside me! Am I losing my virginity like this? No, this doesn’t count. He’s not awake and he’s not actually fucking me. This is just an accidental slip. What do I do? This is bad.’ No matter what, I couldn’t think of anything for my predicament. The only thing that could possibly work is if I just went back to sleep and if he woke up first in the morning he’d realize he slipped in and pull out on his own. Hopefully he’d avoid mentioning it to me. I closed my eyes and focused on sleep. It was hard. And not just dick in my ass hard. But I managed. My ass relaxed and grew accustomed to the fleshy intruder and I fell asleep again. My consciousness faded in and out. That in-between state of sleeping and waking was over me as I was trying to stay asleep. I dreamt that I was having a hard time keeping my balance. I felt like my hips were being rocked back and forth. A weird pressure sensation in my ass as my hips moved back and forth. When I partially awoke, the bed was shaking up and down a little and my body shaking with it. The source of the movement felt like it was centralized around my butt. I was too drowsy to recognize what was going on, and I drifted back off to sleep. It was early in the morning by the time I woke up. My my eyes slowly opened up, looking around the room. To my dismay grandpa was still asleep on top of me. He was still snoring and I felt drool coming out of his mouth and running down my shoulder. But more importantly, his dick was still inside of me. It was hard to believe that it stayed like that inside of me all night. It had to have gotten soft at some point. It must’ve been morning wood? I kept still, pretending to be asleep, waiting for grandpa to wake up and pull out of me. Periodically his dick would twitch inside, keeping me very aware if it’s presence in me. Grandpa wasn’t waking up yet so I tried wiggling my ass, hoping it would gently shake him awake. His snoring stopped and he started moving around. I went back to pretending to be asleep. He propped his hands on the bed and stretched, arching his back and driving his hips down as he yawned. The stretch caused his hips to drive his cock deep down in my ass. Almost full length sinking in. I merely gasped. I tried my best not to respond to it. It felt so intense having the thing go so deep in me. “Oh, what’s this?” He whispered to himself looking down at where his tool was located. He patted my shoulder gently to see if I was awake. I maintained the act. I wanted him to pull out so he could act like everything was normal in the morning. But he didn’t pull out yet. Instead he started gently moving his hips up and down. What?! Why’s he doing that?! His movement was subtle but consistent. There’s no way he’s actually fucking me. He wouldn’t. This has to be his attempt at gently wiggle his cock out of me without waking me. I was sure that was the case, so I laid there letting grandpa do his thing. The sensation of his cock wiggling around inside me was stimulating my prostate. I didn’t want it to feel good but my body betrayed me. It felt good wither I wanted it or not. I thought to myself ‘sorry for sorta enjoying it grandpa’ it seems like he was having a hard time pulling out so I slowly tried spreading my legs a little without him noticing. Giving him easier access to maneuver. I wanted him to succeed in his efforts. I thought ‘That’s right grandpa. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll try to make it as easy as possible for you to accomplish what it is you were trying to do.’ His breathing started to get a little labored. I guess attempting to wiggle out of me was physically demanding for him. Especially with all of his attempts to do it as gently as possible without ‘disturbing’ me. Then his hips started raising up. His cock was exiting my ass. ‘Great, just a little bit more.’ He stopped with the head of his cock still inside me. Then he grabbed his shaft and started stroking it fast. I thought ‘that’s a weird way to pull it out’ he kept stroking for a while and his body started trembling. I heard him whisper very quietly “yeah that’s a big AIDS cock in there. Gonna shoot it. Gonna shoot my AIDS load….” What? Did I hear that right? His words were barely audible. His cock was repeatedly twitching and I felt his head expanding in me. No way. He wouldn’t be trying to ejaculate. That’s really dangerous! At this point, pretending to be asleep wasn’t an option anymore. My only other choice was to fake waking up and get him to pull out. He kept stroking his cock with the head lodged in me as I thought to myself. ‘What would I say? Wouldn’t it be fairly awkward afterwards? Aren’t I technically no longer a virgin anymore? I need to do it now, wake up and ask him to get off…‘ But my thoughts were interrupted as grandpa started to softly grunt…

Part 3 I woke up a little late in the morning. It wasn’t the best night sleep but it’s something I’d have to get used to. Grandpa was still asleep next to me. I rolled over and faced him. He was fully naked and the blanket was down by our ankles. I couldn’t help but glance down at his penis that was now pressed against my belly because I was curious. It had a huge case of morning wood, and holy crap it was big! It was veiny and long with a fat mushroom head poking out from it’s loose foreskin. That was the monster that was poking me last night? I shuddered at the thought. Yeah I was gay but he was my grandfather. It seemed pretty wrong to be in a position where it was touching me but the bed was small after all and it’s not like I could just grab it and move it away. I scooched over more and at that point I was hanging off the bed a bit. In my movement, grandpa Lewis shifted over and was laying on his back. His erection pointed straight up in the air. It was like a meaty obelisk. The sun pouring through the window illuminated a beed of fluid coming out of his tip. Was that pre? Grandpa started to wake up. He reached is arms up over his head for a stretch and flexed his hips up in the air with a yawn. His penis twitching and the beed of pre dropped down on to his belly maintaining a string of slime connecting to his tip. He brought his arms down and wrapped one around me. “Ahhh, good morning Kenny. Did you sleep well? I had a fantastic night.” He held me in close. My face buried in his arm pit. It stank but he didn’t want to let go so I accepted the embrace. I tried looking up at him and away from the elephant in the room. “Yeah it was fine for me. Should we get up for breakfast? I think we slept in a little.” “Sure sure, but first I need to take care of this.” He grabbed his penis and started stroking it in front of me. “Oh! I should leave while you do that!” Grandpa Lewis kept holding on to me. “You can leave if you want. Or you could stay and watch. You wanted to know about gay stuff right? Would you like to see how a cock can shoot in the morning?” His hand was stroking faster now. “I’ve seen porn. I probably don’t need to see this.” “Have you seen one as big as this?” He gripped his shaft and pointed it at me. It looked angry red and drooled. “No! Yours is huge! It’s bigger then anything I’ve ever seen online.” He continued masterbating with his arm around me looking at me. “Yup I’ve had no complaints. Accept when I go balls deep in a guys ass. It’s quite the destructive beast, he he. But you can stay and watch me get off so you know what another man’s cock looks like ejaculating. It’s quite different then porn. Or leave, makes no difference to me. I gotta say my creature down here between my legs was pretty upset at me last night. It could sense a young ass in front of it but I wouldn’t let it pop in to say hello. Oh he definitely tried throughout the night. Took all my willpower to not let it just plunge in. Like I said it has a mind of its own.” His exaggerations were funny and a little creepy. His stroking increased. I got up out of bed and left the room so grandpa could finish up. I know we’re both gay guys but there were certain boundaries, family ya know? I closed the door and waited for him to finish up. As I walked around the room I had a weird feeling in my underwear. I felt my butt and there was dried crusty stuff down there. It coated my cheeks. I reached in between by butt cheeks and the stuff was moist and thick like a sticky cottage cheese between them. It was globbed on my hole. Oh no I didn’t have an accident last night did I?! I looked at my hand and it was white. Hu? What is this stuff? I couldn’t analyze it too much because I heard a grunt coming from the bedroom and grandpa Lewis came out shortly after. He was still naked and his cock was still semi hard. It was dripping cum out of his tip still and it got on the floor. “That was nice! So, you hungry for breakfast?” He asked while licking his fingers. They had cum on them and he was licking it up as he past me to go to the kitchen. “Uh, yeah. I think so.” Grandpa Lewis being as comfortable as he was around me threw me off guard. I guess this is how he normally does things but was this really appropriate around his own grandson? I was still very new to all this so maybe this was a normal thing? He was making eggs as he addressed me. “Don’t be so bashful Kenny my boy. I normally walk around the place in the nude. I usually throw on something quick to answer the door but I like to let it all hang out natural. So you should start getting accustomed to that. You can be nude too around here. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” He wiggled his hips. His semi hard penis and low hanging balls swayed back and forth. His balls were huge too. Like two large eggs. It was such a disproportionately large package on such a small old man. I knew that some people were nudists and practically everyone beats off in the morning, so I guess that checks out. Maybe I’m over reacting. It was a different house hold and I was introduced to an entirely different lifestyle after all. I wasn’t quite willing to go full nude so I stayed in my sleepwear. We had breakfast together sitting on the couch. Our day went about pretty normal. Well as normal as it could be with him naked. After we put our plates on the floor and grandpa put his arm around me. “How about you get comfy. I’m sure you’d like to cuddle up a bit.” My head was laying on his chest. In my position I could still see his semi hardon resting on his leg. “So Kenny, what do you think of my dick?” “Oh! Um… it’s nice I guess. It’s very big.” He shook it around to show it to me better “Yup I’m proud of it. What about yours? How big are you packing?” “I’m not as big as yours. I’m about 6.” “You sure about that? Drop those drawers. Let’s take a look.” I was embarrassed by the order. Sure it may have been a simple comparison but I was nervous about showing grandpa my penis. “I’m not sure about that.” “Come on. Show your old man your equipment.” He was guiding me to my feet. I was standing in front of him while he was sitting down. I stood there for a moment hesitating a bit, then grandpa Lewis grabbed my boxers and pulled them down revealing my flaccid penis to him. “Oh! Um, how is it? I told you it isn’t as big as yours.” Grandpa leaned in close to inspect it. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me in close. His nose was almost touching it. “Not bad. But I can’t make any judgments with it like this. Get it hard for me. Let me see you at full mast.” “I- I can’t do that!” He looked up at me. “Am I gonna have to do it for you? You sure you want your grandpa to latch his mouth on your little cock and suckle it hard?” “N-No! We can’t do that! And it’s not small!” “Then show me. I’m going to open my mouth and go down on your little dick and suck it hard. If you don’t want that then intercept my mouth and start stroking.” Grandpa did what he said. He grabbed my dick and and pointed it towards him. He opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out and moved forward slowly. My heart was racing and I didn’t know what to do. The head of my dick went in past his lips but no contact with his mouth or tongue yet. Only his fingers holding my soft shaft. It slowly inched it’s way in further when I quickly pulled my hips away and grabbed it. Stroking it like he said. “Good boy. That would have been naughty of you to let that happen wouldn’t it?” “You shouldn’t joke like that grandpa.” I focused on stroking. It was starting to get hard. Grandpa looked at it patiently. Eventually I got it up to full mast like he wanted. “There, how is this?” He grabbed my dick and stroked it a little, keeping it hard. He looked like he was inspecting it. “Well now. I’d say it’s about 6 and a half. Maybe 7. Oh hell why not, I’ll be generous and round it to 7 for you Kenny boy. It’s a decent length. You’ll satisfy plenty of men with it. Not everyone wants a monster cock demolishing their guts into ground beef.” Grandpa Lewis let go and stood up. He was fully hard. Our dicks now pointing towards each other. “This thing has destroyed plenty men. I doubt you could take one this big, wouldn’t you say?” “Yeah that would be too big.” “Try imagining one like that going in you. Actually, for the sake of argument. I want you to imagine me fucking your virgin ass.” “Grandpa that’s messed up!” “Im not gonna do it you silly little [banned word]. What an outrageous idea of yours. I said for the sake of argument.” I tried to imagine being on my knees and grandpa behind me. As the scenario in my mind played out, I envisioned him pressing his head against my ass, pushing in. The thought made me shake my head. “Yeah that’s an intense visual grandpa.” “I’m sure it would be. You would definitely need practice on your ass though. I have plenty of dildos and sex toys in my room. Open any drawer and you’ll find a bunch. If you feel like getting adventurous you can play with any one of them.” Really? He had that many? Even with my clothes packed in there? “Thanks but I’m fine.” I sat down and tried to pull my underwear back up but grandpa stopped me. “Let it all hang out. I’m naked. I don’t see any reason you shouldn’t be.” I kicked my underwear to the side. Grandpa Lewis pulled my T-shirt off too. We were now sitting together naked, both of us with erections. Was this what it was like to be so care free living on your own? Grandpa definitely seems to be very comfortable with his body and wasn’t ashamed to flaunt it. I wish I had his confidence. As we sat there I could still feel that thick gooey paste stuff between my cheeks. Slathering my hole. I thought about what it could be, perhaps I was sweating a lot during the night? Whatever it was I decided to take a shower. I told grandpa that I was going to go get cleaned up. He pointed me towards the bathroom. It felt good being able to let the water cascade over me. Now that I was alone I was able to inspect my butt more. I couldn’t figure out how much was down there. The water from the shower carried it away. I wondered if any of that came from inside me. I shoved a finger up inside me feeling for any of that mysterious white goo. It didn’t feel like there was anything inside. As I felt my hole I was feeling pretty good. So I decided to finger myself in the shower. I was masturbating while playing with my ass when I heard a knock on the door. “Kenny? You done yet? I gotta piss.” I pulled my fingers out of my ass and quickly rinsed off and turned off the water. “Yeah I’m done grandpa. I’m getting out.” “Good.” As I stepped out of the shower the door to the bathroom opened up. Grandpa Louis came in and walked to the toilet and pointed his dick towards it. The toilet was between the shower and the door. Grandpa was blocking my exit. He was just a few inches away from me. “Grandpa I should step out.“ He grabbed me by the shoulder and brought me in close. “Not so fast Kenny boy. How about you get down and watch me drain the lizard?” He was holding his dick in one hand and pressing down on my shoulder with the other. “What? Why?” I was on my knees at that point. Grandpa putting his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me towards his dick. My mouth almost bumped it. I was super close, more close than I wanted to be. “I told you I was going to teach you about gay stuff right? Well some gay men like to watch other men piss. It’s no big deal. Just check out my flow. You may be impressed by how heavy it is.” Grandpa started to piss in the toilet with me next to his dick. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel uncomfortable or not. I did want him to teach me about gay life. But this seemed more specific. Do guys really get into this sort of thing? I had to admit it was impressive to see how strong and fast his yellow stream was filling the toilet bowl. “That’s it boy. Nothing like a little morning piss. Come on, get in closer.” Closer? How was I supposed to get closer? I could see it very well from how close I was already. Grandpa pushed me towards the tip of his cock and I was so close to it that at that point the mist spray from his urine torrent was splashing on my lips a little. I didn’t say anything out of fear that it would get in my mouth. Then his stream abruptly stopped. “Had to stop the flow for a bit. Hey Kenny have you heard of water sports?“ “No, what’s that?“ Grandpa then turn to face me. His semi hard dick hanging above my face. “It’s when guys like you and me like too feel the piss on them and in them. It’s a kink play. Some guys even like to drink it.“ He was now caressing my face. “Really? That sounds way too kinky for me. I don’t think I could do that.“ “It’s easy really. Here, let me show you. Open your mouth.“ “What? No! I’m not gonna drink your piss grandpa!” “I never said I was going to make you. I’m just trying to give a demonstration. Do you trust me?” “…yes.” “Good then open your mouth wide for me. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.“ I looked at him and then to his cock there was a yellow drop of piss hanging off his tip. I wasn’t sure what this demonstration was supposed to be, but he did say that he wasn’t going to make me drink anything. At least I think he did. I opened my mouth wide like he asked. Grandpa Lewis then put a hand on the back of my head and another hand on his cock and was pointing it into my mouth. “Now then. If you were to do water sports, and if you were a piss drinker. It would be best to drink it directly from the tap. Some guys like to take it up the ass too. But more commonly they like it straight down their piggy throats.“ Grandpa then inched his cock into my mouth. I could feel the warmth radiating off of it, and I could almost taste his flavor on my breath without touching it. My tongue didn’t touch his head, but it did make contact with that piss drop hanging. I could taste it. It was salty and tangy. I didn’t think I really liked it all that much. But it was just one drop. “Yeah I’ve had quite a few pig boys drink for me. They all love it. I’m not saying you’re a piss pig Kenny boy. Just trying to show you options. And now here comes the fun part.“ Grandpa let his head tilt back and his belly muscles clenching in his bladder relaxed. He let out a sigh. “Ooooooh yeah…. Here it comes.“ His cock twitched as it hovered in my mouth a couple of times as I saw his body relax. At that point I knew exactly what was going to happen. I pulled my head away and then got up to my feet. As I did grandpa let out a stream of piss. It hit me on my belly and got on my legs. “Grandpa gross!“ He then redirected his stream back to the toilet and started laughing. “Relax Kenny boy. It was just a joke.“ “You peed on me!” I grabbed a towel to wipe myself off. “Just a tiny little stream. I knew you would get out of the way. I did say it was coming didn’t I?“ “Yeah… you did.” “Relax. It’s just a little prank. Guys do it all the time.” I squeezed past him and left the bathroom. I guess he was sort of right. I knew some guys do pull weird pranks on each other. Maybe some of them even did pranks like that. Still I wasn’t too happy over getting urine on me. But what would have happened if I hadn’t gotten away in time? Just that one little drop that met my tongue was weird enough of a taste. I seriously doubt I could handle everything that was coming out of him. Plus we shouldn’t actually perform any fetish stuff on each other. Demonstrations and explanations are fine but his dick got surprisingly close to touching the inside of my mouth. Grandpa was definitely a very bold guy. Not the type you’d want to play chicken with. I waited in the living room for him to come out. I wondered what we were going to do today. Perhaps more gay lessons? But preferably less invasive like in the bathroom. Grandpa walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me hugging me. I felt his rock hard dick rubbing against my butt cheek. “Okay Kenny boy. Your grandpa is all boned up and needs some action. This dick of mine needs an ass to drill into and blow a load.“ Grandpa then pointed his dick at my crack and slipped his cock head in past my cheeks. It pressed up against my hole. He moved his hips forward while holding my shoulders and was applying quite a lot of pressure. ”GRANDPAH NO! YOU CANT!” The short man stood up on his tiptoes so his dick could get more reach and applied even more force on me. So much more that my hole started to hurt as it felt like his tip was starting to part my sphincter. Then he let go of me and pulled his dick away, stepping back. “Not yours silly boy. I meant one of my friends I know in a different unit next door.” He giggled. “Had you going there for a second.“ I took a moment to catch my breath. Wow that was pretty scary. Not only was it because it was my grandfather, but he has AIDS. That would have been totally wrong on so many levels. He walked over to the couch and pulled out a pair of underwear and a tank top that was between the cushions and threw them on. “All right then. I’ll be back in a couple hours. You hold down the fort all right? Later I’ll take you someplace fun.“ “Sure, sure.“ I was coming down. Bring my headspace back to normal. He mentioned a fun place? That actually sounded cool. Perhaps somewhere in the city? I’ve never been anywhere in the city before so I got a little excited. I followed him to the door. “You won’t be gone too long will you?“ He raised an eyebrow at me. “I gotta take care of this raging boner sonny boy. If I stay here any longer, who knows what might happen to your virgin ass.” That made me gasp a little. “I’m kidding! Jeez you gotta learn a sense of humor.“ He stood up on his tiptoes again and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t get up to too much trouble now.“ Then shut the door behind him, leaving me on my own.

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.

6. "Sounds great to me," Javier said. "Get over here and clean me off," he said to me." I rolled off of my back and tried not to fall off the bed at the same time. As I sat up, I had a sudden head rush. It was made even worse by the poppers and tina. "You ok there?" Eli asked me. "Yeah, just a head rush," I said. I stood up slowly, next to Eli, as Javier climbed to the side of the bed. "This should help," he said, handing me the bottle of poppers. "Maybe," he laughed. I knelt down between Javier's legs and did a long hit from the poppers. His dick was right in front of me and it was still glistening from my ass. There was a light covering of lube, ass juice, and cum. Normally, ass-to-mouth was something I tried to avoid, but as the poppers hit me, it seemed like the most natural and right thing to do. It was my life and calling to lick Javi's cock clean and get it hard again. Hungrily, I took the very tip into my mouth, licking up the last drop or two of cum. "Oh fuck, that's hot," Javier said as I worked to take the rest of the head in my mouth. It was still warm from my ass. The neutral flavor of the lube mixed with the tang of my ass and the saltiness of the jizz. He took the bottle of poppers from me and did a hit himself. "You gonna re-fill that pipe today?" he asked Eli. Eli had been zoning out, dividing his attention between the porn still playing on the TV and watching me clean off his buddy's cock. "Yeah, I will" he said, before sitting down next to Javier. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him clean off the pipe, and then carefully tap a few more big crystals into the stem from one of the baggies. "Good?" he asked Javier. "Looks good for now," Javier said. "You want to do the honors? Start it off?" "Sure," Eli said. He held the torch under the bowl, letting the chemicals melt, crackle and smoke before putting the glass stem in his mouth. I wanted to stare and watch this studly man inhale the powerful drugs. But I knew that my job here was to suck on Javi's cock. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the smells and the noises in the room: the warm burn from the torch, the moans from the TV, the sharp smell of the crystal smoke, Eli's deep breaths from the pipe. Instead, I focused on the two most important ones: the sweat on Javi's body and the wet sounds of me sucking on his cock. They were a good combination and made me want to swallow even more of Javi's heavy shaft. "Oh, that's so fucking good," Eli said, exhaling a thick plume of vapor. "Your turn, Bro," he said, handing the pipe and torch to Javi. "Thanks," Javi said. I opened my eyes and looked up just long enough to see Eli put his arm around Javi as the Latino held the torch under the bowl. "Don't stop," he said to me. "You're doing a great job there. If you can swallow the whole thing, I'll make sure you get a few big-ass hits" "Giving him some incentives, huh?" Eli said. I turned my attention back to Javi's cock and took the head into my mouth. I worked my way slowly down his shaft. While I worked on Javi's flesh pipe, the Latino started to inhale on the glass pipe. He drained the bowl several times before letting the torch go out. As I struggled to suppress my gag reflex, Javi calmly turned to Eli, and shotgunned his hit to the black man. "Oh yeah," Javi said, "That's it." He put the still-warm pipe back in his mouth, and inhaled more from the smoking bowl. "Almost got it all," he said to me. His cockhead was pressed against the back of my throat. I could physically take the whole thing; I had done it before. Now, my only block was mental. I remembered how sore I had felt when Eli had first pressed his tool into my throat. It would be the same when Javi forced his hard tool back in. I hunted on the bed for the poppers, before Eli helped me out and handed them to me. "These should help you," he said. I paused my cocksucking long enough to inhale deeply, but made sure to not let Javi's cock fall out of my mouth. "That's right," Eli said. "All the way down." "Here you go," Javi said. He handed Eli the pipe. "Thanks," Eli replied. He flicked the torch, and repeated the process of heating and inhaling. While he was doing his hit, the poppers hit me and the mental blocks I had created for myself disappeared in a fog of drug-induced pleasure. It would be a bit painful when Javi's cock first entered my throat. But it would be worth it: to see the smile on Javi's face, to feel his erect member press against my airway, and especially to get another hit from the glass pipe. I swallowed slightly, tilted my head, and let his dick enter my throat. It was surprisingly easy to swallow the rest of his shaft. The lube that was still on it greased its journey and helped to soothe my raw throat. "That's it, man," Javi said. "Take it all. I know how badly you want it. And that next hit of crystal." He was completely right; kneeling down in front of him, my entire world was his crotch and the erection springing up from his mound of dark pubic hair. Between the lube, the poppers, and my slow-burning desire for another hit, it was easy for me to swallow his entire shaft. I was going to be sore and hoarse the next day, but I didn't care. I had swallowed the entire thing and I was going to get more tina. Those were the only two things that counted. "Fuck, he made that look easy," Eli said. "Guess he's definitely earned a reward." "Oh, he's earned it for sure," Javier said, pulling my head off of his dick. I looked up at the two naked men; a mahogany and an ebony god that I needed to worship all day, every day. The ebony god reached down and put the pipe in my mouth and then the mahogany one held the lit torch under the bowl. It was still warm from the last hit, so it didn't take long before the white clouds were curling out from the top. "Do a good hit, Matt," Javier said. "Not one of those little pussy hits you seem to like so much." As told, I lost track of the number of times I drained the bowl and I filled my lungs with the thick vapors. When I could no longer inhale any more, I nodded to Eli that I was filled with the drug, but he shook his head. "You can do better than that, muscle bottom." Javier kept the torch under the bowl. I had no choice but to keep on draining the pipe, just to keep the meth from burning. Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to burst, Javier took the pipe from me, and stuck it in his own mouth, sucking down the smoke as the pipe cooled. "Finally," Eli said. "That's how a real man hits the pipe. Now hold it," he continued, nodding approvingly. I held it as long as I could, letting it enter my bloodstream. The meth quickly traveled to the two centers of my body that were driving my actions: my ass and my brain. When I thought I was just about to pass out, I let myself exhale. The cloud engulfed my head, and for a brief moment, I couldn't see anything but the beautiful white nothing. I was lost in the possibilities, but it slowly fell away, revealing the reality of Javier's cock, which was starting to grow hard again. "Nice," he said. "That was a good start. Now one more hit for you." Javi pressed his mouth against mine and exhaled his hit into me. I inhaled and took another big cloud, the second in rapid succession. "Think you can go down on me again?" Javi asked. "All the way down? Lick my balls with your tongue?" I nodded. I could do anything he wanted me to. I would do anything that he wanted me to. I leaned over his glistening cock, still wet from its last time in my mouth. I opened my mouth and the head entered easily. It was soon pressing against the back of my throat. I didn't even need the usual hit of poppers to relax me; I just let go in. I had to make sure that the cloud didn't escape, but quickly, Javi's cock was doing its job of blocking my airway. "Oh fuck, that's perfect," Javi moaned. Eli had taken the pipe from Javi and while I was busy deep-throating the Latino, he did another hit. As Eli was taking a second hit from the pipe, Javi touched my head lightly, and nodded at me. It was his way of letting me know I could finally exhale. I pulled off his cock just enough to be able to breathe and then exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck, that's hot," Javi said, before pushing me all the way back down on his dick. "If you take it all again, and you'll get another go at the pipe." "If you keep on giving him hits, he's gonna be way gone," Eli said, before he grabbed Javier and shotgunned the hit to the Latino. Javi rested his hand on the top of my head and held me in place while the two men began to kiss deeply. I relaxed and focused on Javi's beautiful cock sliding ever further into my throat. "That's the point, isn't it?" Javi said. He broke off the kiss and then the two men exhaled the rest of their hits. The two men quickly turned back to each other and resumed their kissing. But, Javi kept his hand on my head and held me down on his dick. "A tweaked out bottom will do anything and everything we want. And he's almost at the base of my cock now, aren't you?" I did my best to nod, even with Javi's cock limiting my range of motion. "Very true. Very true," Eli said. I took a deep breath before the final push, smelling the mixture of sweat, lube, and cum on Javi's pubes. Like the best poppers, the sweat filled my mind and with it, the last bit of his cock slid into my throat. "He made it," Eli said, watching my lips wrapped around the base of the Latino’s cock. "Oh fuck yeah, he's definitely made it. Made it to cocksucker heaven. He's got it all in." He rubbed the back of my head. "Good job, dicksucker. Don't stop," he said, keeping his hand on my head and complimenting my cocksucking prowess. "Feels fucking awesome, my cock up in your throat." It made me feel good, knowing how much Javi enjoyed me servicing him. He deserved it; that he was a man was good enough for him to merit getting his dick sucked regularly. That he was hot and hung was more than enough for me deep-throat him. Of course, I'd swallow each one of his rich loads. "Here's the pipe," Eli said, handing it to Javi. "When you're ready for him to pull off, of course." Javi grunted an acknowledgement, but he kept his hand on my head and held me in place. My reward, the hit from the pipe, would be later, once Javi had had more time to enjoy my efforts. "Maybe chill for a bit after?" Eli asked. I wasn't sure if he was asking Javier, me, or if it was just a rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's cool," Javier said. The question had obviously been posed to Javi. He pulled me off his cock, leaving me kneeling by the side of the bed. "Our boy here deserves his reward first." "Of course," Eli said. "Better for all of us." Javier stuck the glass pipe in my mouth and lit the torch under it. "Make it another real hit Matt. Make us proud of you, cocksucker." "Let it melt first," Javi said, as he ran the flame under the bowl. It took a few seconds before the pipe began to smoke, then I slowly drained the bowl a few times. Even though I had more than reached my limit, I didn't stop and continued to suck on the pipe. "Doing good," Javi said as he pulled the torch away. "Just let it fill you up." I got a few more draws before the crystal cooled down and stopped smoking. I concentrated on holding the cloud in as long as I could. Javi handed the pipe and torch back to Eli. The black man lit the torch again, and melted the little bit of tina that remained in the bowl. "Looks like one more hit," he said. "You want it?" he asked Javi. "You can have it," Javier said. "I'm good, at least for now. But I can tell you're feeling the need." "Oh fuck yeah," Eli said. I watched, enraptured, as he again pursed his lips around the stem, and began to inhale. Watching these slow rituals of getting spun, of pushing oneself to a new plane of sexuality, was just as much of a turn on as watching the porn on TV. When it was a masculine man like Eli, it was even more of a turn-on I couldn't hold my hit any longer, and began to exhale. "To me," Javi said, leaning over to take my hit. I exhaled directly into Javier's mouth, letting him find out just how big of a hit I had done. "Nice," he said, as he broke off. I turned my attention back to Eli; he was still inhaling from the pipe. He finally took the stem out of his mouth and looked at the bowl closely. He shrugged his shoulders before putting the pipe back on the bed table. "Done?" Javi asked. Eli nodded while he held the hit. The two men leaned back on the bed and slowly exhaled their hits before turning their attention back to the TV. "Here," Javier said to me, patting the space between them. I climbed on to the bed, making myself comfortable between the two dark men. On screen, a hung black man, his dick not quite as big as Eli's, had his unprotected cock up a young white boy's ass. As the boy's hole was opened up and he was made into the black man's personal plaything, his face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Both Eli and Javier were chilling out, stroking their cocks and enjoying the movie. It didn't take them long before they were semi-hard again. "Hot movie," Javier said. "Yeah, very hot," Eli said. I poured some lube on my cock and started to play with it. But the tina had already hit me hard so my dick remained flaccid and small. "You got tina dick?" Eli asked me, noticing my soft cock. "Yeah," I said. I spread my legs apart, which exposed my hole. I let my hand slide down. I pressed a finger against my hole; it was still wet and open so my finger slid in easily. "Playing with your hole, huh? Feels good, doesn't it?" Javier asked. He was now fully erect. His member was a statue to masculinity. "Fuck yeah," I moaned; already I had put in a second finger. "You got any toys?" Eli asked. "Yeah," I said. "A few." "Get one. I want to see you play with it." I extricated myself from between the two men, and went to my dresser. Despite the light from the window still being grey and overcast, it was nearly noon. "Looks like it's going to be rain today," I said, opening the top drawer, where I stored the dildos, vibrators and beads. "Good thing we're inside," Eli said. "Staying dry. Staying warm." "And hard, and naked," Javier added. "And high," Eli concluded. "So, Javi, bro, what are you up to these days?" Eli asked as I shuffled through the drawer. "Oh, just things here and there. Running some stuff," Javier replied. He had that flat tone I associated with being tweaked out. I was still looking through the drawer. It was filled with the miscellaneous toys that a gay man accumulated. I wondered what I wanted to use, what toys I wanted to show these men. What toys I wanted them to use on me. "What you running these days?" "Ehh. Mostly tina. Some rock, molly. Weed. What people need. Sometimes what I can find." "Cool. Good to have a source," Eli said. "You hear that, muscle butt?" he asked me. "You got your new connection right here." "And he's always got the option of doing it in trade," Javier said. "Price I'm sure he'll be happy to pay," Eli said. "You found a toy there yet?" he asked me. "You've been looking long enough." I nodded, looking at the dildos, a medium-sized vibrator and then alighting on a string of anal beads. I hadn't played with the beads in a while. I pulled them out. "How about these?" I said, turning around, holding up the beads. "Very nice," Eli said. "Now, let's see you get a few of them in." I got back on the bed, bent over and on all fours between the two men. My ass was facing them with my face buried in the sheets as I huffed from the bottle of poppers. I rubbed the first bead with lube and pressed it against my hole. Right as the poppers kicked in, my ass stretched around the bead, engulfing and swallowing it. Then there was just the thin black cable hanging out of my ass, leading to the next round ball. "Damn. It just swallowed that ball right up," Javier said, moving in for a closer look. He ran his finger around my hole and then caught his finger on the cord. "Fucking hungry hole he's got." My hole was hungry. It grabbed against the bead and dragged it ever deeper into me. "Oh, hot damn!" Javier said, watching the next bead get lifted off the bed as the cord disappeared into my ass. "Just eating that thing up." "Still hungry for more," Eli said. "You know what will make it even hungrier?" "What?" Javier asked, and then the two whispered between themselves. It was something I couldn't quite catch because I was too busy doing another huff from the poppers. The second bead was pressing against my ass. It needed just a tiny bit more pressure in order to slip into my hole. I reached back to press it in, but Javier grabbed my hand. "Wait," he said. "I'll do it." I expected him to immediately press in the bead, but instead, he pulled on the cord, dragging the second bead back and away from my hole. The bead already inside me slid back down, settling up against my prostate. "Here you go," Eli said to Javi. Then Javi quickly pressed two fingers into my hole and pulled them back out. "Looks good," Eli said. "Yeah, doesn't it?" Javier said. He rubbed the second bead with some lube and then pressed it up against my hole again. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded, and with just the slightest pressure from Javier, it popped into my ass. Its entry was a lot rougher than the first bead, scratching and roughing up my tender ass. I gasped before tightening my ass around the cord. "You felt that, huh?" Javi asked me. "Yeah," I said. "What is it?" "Just a bit of tina up there now. It'll make you ready for anything," Javi said. "Like me," Eli said. "It'll get that ass good and relaxed for this." I turned my head back, and saw that both men were again hard and fully erect. "Yeah, it's going up there," Eli said. He shook it gently as I stared at his cock. "You know you need it. How'd it feel to have Javi up there?" "Really good," I said, remembering how big Javi's cock had felt. I pressed a finger into my hole and realized how much Javi had opened me up, wondering if it was sufficient to take Eli's python-like penis. My finger bumped against the beads already up there and pushed it deeper into my hole. I felt the shard of crystal scrape against me while it slowly melted in my ass. "How big was that shard?" "Hopefully big enough," Javi said. "You feeling it? If not, there's plenty more where it came from." "Oh, Yeah," I said. "I definitely am." It was getting harder to concentrate. My mind was racing, from thinking about Javi's cock in me to dreaming of a line of men pulling a train on me, then back to imagining Eli shooting his load in my hole, and then to something else even more extreme and depraved. It was the crystal taking effect and it wouldn't be long before I would need another hard cock inside of me again. "Let me feel," Eli said, running his finger around my hole. I pulled my two fingers out, and he pressed one of his thick fingers into me. Just that one was bigger than the two of mine. At least my ass was relaxed enough to easily stretch around his finger. "Oh nice. Hot and wet. I can feel that bead up there." He pressed against it, pushing it and the shard further into my butt. "Did you like feeling Javi pounding your hole bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I had to admit that it felt amazing to be barebacked by the Latino man. We now had a level of closeness that could have never been achieved with a rubber separating us. Not to mention, it was just right that he shot his load in my ass. It was now slowly soaking into my body; now, I'd always have a part of him inside me. "You ever wear a condom?" I asked Eli. "Ha," Eli laughed. "You see this thing? Ain't no condom big enough for my tool. Would have to use a damn garbage bag." He shook his cock. It was nearly erect, the bend in it looking almost evil and scary. I still had no idea how he was going to fit all of it in my ass. The closest comparison would have been getting fisted; it was that big. I had never gotten more than four fingers up there. "Besides," Eli continued, "You know how good it feels, skin on skin." I did. Bareback was a rare pleasure for me and it was usually coupled with the joy of being spun. "Yeah, I do," I said. "Just a bit nervous." But, it seemed wrong to deny Eli the pleasure of entering me raw. He deserved that simple joy, after his year of deprivation while in prison. Besides, it was certainly wrong to deny him right after I had let Javier fuck me raw, not to mention breed my hole. Mostly though, I wanted Eli to know how much I respected him: his masculinity, his presence, and his needs as a man. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible. "Don't be," Eli said. He pressed his finger in deeper, forcing the beads and their meth payload further into my hole. "You'll love it. Trust me." "And if at first you don't," Javier piped in, "we've got plenty of poppers and some crystal to make sure that you at least want it. Maybe not enjoy it." He laughed. It was going to happen regardless of what I wanted. "Right on," Eli said. "How about it, stud. You ready for a big black cock up that tight muscle hole? Big, black raw cock?" "I guess I am," I said, ready for the next challenge

Only a few chapters to this. Seems darl but there’s twists. I didn’t see you coming as I walked home from the bar in Boston on a mild fall night. Airpods were in and I was still buzzing from A fun night with my friends. Couldn’t hear you approach. A sudden yank as you pulled me by the neck of my shirt into an alley. Before I knew what was happening I was being tied. It felt like tentacles surrounding me. My airpods were ripped out. “You shouldn’t be out here walking alone, pretty boy. You never know who’s out there” the gruff voice said, gagging me with piss soaked underwear. I wanted to wretch, but I was also starting to get hard. He then push my pants and underwear down in one fell swoop before shoving two fingers up my hole roughly. Tears pooled and then streamed down my face. And then… a blow to the head and all went dark end of part 1

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.

SPEED BREEDING: Garrett was a self-proclaimed ‘ugly old troll’ but he had a fucking killer dick. His dick was long, thicker than a beer can - I know, I measured it several times and every time I stood in awe –his dick had numerous weird bumps and humps on it like some Medieval fairy tale, and spewed unmedicated POZ cum like an Arabian Stallion. I first met Garrett about 20 years ago at my very first “Sunday Funday” at one of the local gay bars. I don’t really do the whole gay scene, but the friends I was living with after just moving to town the day before took me with them as they were regulars and it was the place to see and be seen on a Sunday afternoon after all the queens had left church. We had not been on the patio of the bar for 5 minutes before my friend tapped me on the arm and held his drink forth like a royal scepter to point at a man sitting just in the shadows of the patio roof, “See him? That one? DON’T EVER talk to him. We NEVER speak with him.” He then proceeded to give the financial review and resume summary of all the ‘DC power queens’ in attendance - those he expected me to bow to, kiss their fucking hand, and pretend like I gave a fuck about their Martha Stewart Living chintz condo. I was at the bar, trying to get drink refills for my two friends and I to no avail. I had moved further and further down the bar trying to get the bartender’s attention and was literally leaning up on the bar on my forearms practically yelling at the jerk and was about to give up when someone squeezed my right arm, “Let me,” he said. It was Garrett. I shrugged, he said one word, “THOMAS!” and the bartender could not turn and pay attention to him fast enough. I was in awe. As Thomas was busy preparing my order I gave Garrett my thanks, “It’s nothing,” he said, “Thomas shows up at my door about four nights a week after the bar closes begging for my dick and load up his ass so the boy knows what’s at stake.” I blanched a bit at his bluntness, turned to see who else might have heard, then Garrett set his hand on my arm again, “I know what your friends over there say and think about me. I know what they all say and think about me. Ask me if I give a flying fuck! Half these fucking queens are ankles up on my bed at least once during the week as I fuck the shit out of them so here’s to you!” Wow - and I instinctively glanced down at his crotch and saw a fucking GIANT bulge straining his summer whites. Garrett’s hand was back on my arm, “You trying to get fucked?” I didn’t know what to say to that either. He spoke up again, “THOMAS! Double shots - Tequila - NOW!” The bartender bobbed his head, stopped the drink he was mixing, and poured four shots of Tequila in front of us. I’m more of a beer guy, but figured what the hell. I matched Garrett shot for shot and was soon stumbling through the crowd as I followed him to a door at the back marked NO ENTRY. He turned the lock, we stepped in, “YOU’RE NEW IN TOWN RIGHT?” GARRETT ASKED, “ I KNOW I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT ASS. PULL THOSE FUCKING SHORTS DOWN.” I obeyed without question, but once the pain of his raw cock ripping my hole open took the edge off the liquor I begged him to pull out and put a condom on. He just laughed, stuck a bottle under my nose and said, “Sniff this powder,” then kept fucking me. Before I knew it Garrett was rubbing my head like I was a pound puppy, “That’s some good ass boy. Just loaded you up. Here’s my number. Any time you need some good dick you just call.” The door opened and closed and I was alone. I tried to pull myself together, but felt pretty fucked up so when I left the stock room we had been in. I stumbled down the stairs, out to the curb, and caught a cab back to my friends’ place. I was together enough to call the bar from a pay phone, to have them paged, and to let them know I had come home and crashed and was not feeling well. I deflected their questions the next day and really did not think much about what had happened until I found the crumpled up paper in my pocket with the number. I called it. Garrett picked up on the second ring. There was no preamble, “Yeah I remember you. You need some more dick huh? Stop at the liquor store on your way. I need a bottle of Vodka.” Just over an hour and two shots of vodka later I was bent over in Garrett's hallway as he bred me with his massive, deformed, raw dick. With my pants still down around my ankles and his cum dripping from my hole, he led me to his bedroom pushed me onto the bed, undressed me, shoved some coke in front of my nose for me to snort, then handed me a bottle of poppers as he eased back up my cummy ass and started exploring. The coke made me high as fuck and one load was not enough. Two was not enough. Unlike my friends - and their friends - who I knew were prudes and would have had some snide comment, Garrett just smiled, patted me on the arm and said, “No worries. I know just who to call.” Less than 20 minutes later there was a horse dick sized BBC plowing my ass raw as Garrett sat quietly in the living room watching his TV. Once done, with BBC cum odor still filling the air, Garrett smiled, “Feel better? I’m sure you do. I always do after he fucks me. Yes, yes, I know I have a big dick, but as you know, sometimes there’s just nothing that feels better than a big black man fucking the hell out of you. OK. What are you doing Friday night?” I was fucked silly right then and could barely form two words, but Garrett went on, “Look. I throw a party one Friday a month at a parking garage over on P Street. It’s a sex party. Everyone thinks it’s Dean’s, which it is, but he’s the front man really. I own the garage, but that is neither here nor there.” (Not until a couple years later at the reading of his will would I come to realize yes he owned that property, which was bought by Whole Foods, as well as a majority of the club where I first met him, and a bunch of other shit in town that no one ever knew about). “The party attracts several hundred people over the course of the night, but a select bunch are invited into the VIP area. You can make some good cash if you help me. All I need is for you to offer that thick white ass to whoever wants to fuck and breed it - no questions asked. I will give you all the coke you need, it will be totally anonymous - your queenie friends and the fucking royal court will never know you are there let alone part of my Speed Breeding set up. You like? Speed Breeding? One of my guys manages it, but it’s my idea. There are two, maybe three bottoms - total cum dumps - who will have their ass up in a curtained off area. For $20, any top gets 5 minutes to fuck and cum if he can. The more cum you take, the more tips you get, the more money you make. You got a fucking hungry ass and you can still call me anytime you need some raw dick, but I’d really love to set you up for the Speed Breeding. I think you would be fucking perfect - what do you say?” HELL - I WAS DRUGGED UP, MY HOLE WAS FUCKED OUT, AND MY GUTS FILLED WITH CUM - WHAT DID HE THINK I WOULD SAY? Stay tuned for part 2. (*From the author: If you like the story let me know - post a reply or give a reputation. Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read these stories and for the continued support!)

Smartphones and cameras have been an ongoing problem at certain ABS and even the bathhouses that have since closed. People were being filmed without their consent from guys in adjoining booths or in some cases, rooms at the baths. I have seen people fist fight over phones and other banned from the property because they were filming guys fucking without their consent. It's different if you are live streaming yourself from your own room at the baths, or a place like Inn Leather where many guys keep their curtains open and allow others to watch (Palm Springs as well). As long as all the participants are aware what is going on I don't see that as a problem. I agree with you. Some people do need to have their phones for work reasons or personal emergencies. But to remove the sticker off of a phone at a group play area like the one you described is just awful. It ruins the fun for everyone and eventually people may lose the phone privilege all together.

Love it when a guy has enough precum to start everything but I'm rock hard right now thinking of his verbal, shooting his load on your hole but then shoving his cock right back in you. Next time you'll get everything inside. Glad that you had a really great experience!

who craves wrapping your hole around my bare cock. be willing to take loads, deep sloppy intense face sucking, eye contact, swapping cum... filthy verbal, shameless exhibition, blatant display, let's get spun together when occasions are favorable for deviant perverted degraded acts of devotion to cum and cock and hole and debauchery.

On Easter Sunday, I was hoping to get some guys traveling on the nearby interstate. But the few guys I talked to online, none of them seemed interested in stopping by. Then I got a message from a guy I had messaged earlier in the week. There were 3 pics in his profile, him wearing underwear. He looked to be in his 30's, nice muscular body with a very nice looking bulge in the underwear. His profile said he was looking for bigger, husky guys. Earlier in the week, I had messaged him, told him I had a big fat juicy ass. But I didn't get a response until Sunday from him. He was wanting to stop by later that afternoon. I told him sure and I sent him the address. 4 in the afternoon, he messaged me again, wanted to know if I was still looking. I told him sure. Said he would be there in about 5 minutes. I did a quick run to make sure everything was ready. I got into my sling, lubed my hole up and waited. When he got there, he got naked and then started playing with my cock and hole. He added his saliva to my hole and then shoved his dick inside me. He fucked me for about 20 minutes or so, pounding my hole. He was playing with my cock and nipples as he fucked. I was enjoying feeling his abs, chest and biceps as he fucked me. Finally, he started to grunt a few times and then I felt as my hole felt a little bit wetter and I could feel it running out my hole and down my taint. Now the weird part, which I had a hard time believing. He kept fucking me and about 5 minutes later, he shot another load inside my hole. Now there was more of his cum running out my hole as he continued to fuck me. He did stop and suck my cock for a little bit, but he then put his dick right back inside my hole and started fucking me more. He went for another 20 minutes when he paused and grunted as he put load #3 inside my hole. This time, he kept on fucking me. My hole was very wet and juicy. As he kept pounding my hole, it was make wet noises as his body was hitting my ass. My ass was full of his cum, he was hitting my prostate just right and I started having anal orgasms. Suddenly, my cock started shooting my load all over my crotch. No hands were used in making me cum. The anal orgasms continued coming and after about 5 minutes, he shot load #4 inside me. This time, we were both wore out. He pulled his cock out and I could feel the cum running out my hole. He bent over and licked up my cum. He scooped of some of his cum and fed it to me. I laid back in the sling as he sat down on the bench for a few minutes. We chatted as he slowly started to get dressed. Turns out he is in the area for work. He will be here for another 2 weeks. We made plans for his next visit!

Interesting as to whose responded here. I always like to look at profiles of those who have responded, and in case of this thread, most have been 50 plus.

The laws of the U.S. (where this site is hosted and where @ErosWired resides) are clear, in point of fact, that copyright violations can be prosecuted both civilly and criminally. I looked it up. https://www.copyright.gov/title17/92chap5.html#506

Saturday was an amazing day of Lust. Was huffing poppers through it all and one happy pig. I was fisted til 3am in the morning. slept til 9. At 10:30 I was getting fisted again. Then off to give a seminar on the power of promiscuous living, then back to my room to prepare to be a mare at the HorseMarket, where i was anonymously fucked by a pile of guys and bred by at least 4 of them, then more fisting. Fell asleep around midnight, slept deep and hard for 3 hours... and up for some popper and penis worship while i cruise the hookup apps

A good Saturday night indeed! Thanks for sharing, cumdump cunt.

Part 5 Grandpa was inside me. Stroking his shaft and getting dangerously close to orgasm. I heard him starting the quietly grunt and that’s when I had to fake waking up. “Oh fuck here it comes…Yes…oof. Oooh! Yeaaaaaaaaah! Ahhhhhhhh….” “Grandpa? What’s going on?” I asked with a groggy tone. He stopped all his movement and placed his hands back on the bed. “Good morning Kenny! Looks like I accidentally slipped a little bit inside you durning the night.” He acted like someone who wasn’t about to cum. Was he really working to orgasm previously or was he actually working his way out? “Oh no! That’s not good. You should take it out.” “Are you sure? Does it hurt?” Grandpa let his body lay back down on me. His cock sinking in, still hard as rock. “Ah! Uh no but it’s dangerous.” He wiggled his hips a little. “You’re perfectly okay, I want you to feel it in you a bit. How is your first cock? Never mind it being mine. I want to know how you like it. How do you like it knowing your virginity is gone?” I didn’t know what to say. It felt good. I love cock but I can’t let him stay in me. “It’s, uh, it’s fine. It feels good” “And you feel amazing Kenny. My snake found a good home.” Grandpa gave a few thrusts in me then pulled out with a wet popping sound. I finally had it out. It was in me for so long I was wondering if my ass would ever recover. We both slowly got up. My body was stiff and my ass was sore. I liked having a cock inside me but my first one being grandpas was not what I had in mind. My first time was incest. I felt so embarrassed. “Grandpa, would it be okay if you don’t tell my dad about this?” “Absolutely! This will be our little secret. No one will know what goes on in here.” That made me feel a little better. We got up and his cock was still hard. It was shiny from my ass juices. He was playing with it. “I said today I’d invite someone over. I think ill go get him now. I’m really horny and need to blow desperately. I can show a few fun things that way.” “Okay.” Grandpa headed for the door in the nude. “Stay naked for me Kenny. My hookup will love to see that beautiful body of yours too.” He left me alone again. I was surprised that he left naked. Would someone see him? I stood around the living room. Playing with my ass. My fingers could easily go in. Not surprising since it had a huge cock in it all night. I thought back to what grandpa was saying while he was stroking his cock inside me. It sounded something like he was going to shoot something. He said it very quietly so I couldn’t really say for certain what it was. After a few minutes grandpa Lewis returned with a friend. It was the older big guy from the first day I got here. “This is my friend George. He’s graciously agreed to let me demonstrate on him for you.” George walked up to me. He looked at me like some predator. He was tall and fat. Balled and tan, like one of those older men at the beach that like to darken in the sun. “…Hi there.” I greeted meekly. George started stripping and grandpa helped him. They were headed to the bedroom and grandpa had me fallow. George got on the bed and got in a doggy style position. His ass was huge, and his hole was like a juicy round doughnut. Grandpa wasted no time slamming his dick in there. “Look here Kenny. This is how you properly fuck a man.” His hips were violently plowing away. George was grunting in the pillow. It was definitely a shocking sight, seeing two older men fuck in front of me. “Get closer Kenny. Watch my cock slide in and out of him.” I stood beside the bed and watched the to go out it. Grandpa‘s hard veiny cock was working its magic, and the big juicy asshole was eagerly excepting the tool as if this was not the first time it had. “Get your face between my legs Kenny, I want you to watch my ass hole and balls twitch as I unload in him.“ I moved around to look at grandpa‘s ass. It was shaking back-and-forth and I didn’t want to make contact with it. Grandpa reached behind and grabbed me by the head and pulled me towards him. My forehead slapped up against his ass and my face went into his large sagging balls. I was getting slapped by so many parts of him at once. My face was getting wet from his sweat and musk. “Grandpa that’s too close-“ as I opened my mouth to speak his balls swung back and entered my mouth. I could taste them. They were moist and salty. I spit them out and kept my mouth shut, grandpa‘s hand firmly holding my head in place. “Sorry George I can’t make it last as long as I usually do. My balls got primed up quite a bit earlier so I’m going to shoot it now. Oh fuck! Oooof! Oooooh!” As grandpa reached orgasm his ass cheeks clenched my forehead. I watched his balls raise and lower as they pumped load after load of cum into George. After he deposited his load, the three of us stood there for a brief moment, grandpa catching his breath, George enjoying his back door breakfast, and me taking in the sight of it all. I pulled my face out and sat up. Grandpa pulled out of George and a glob of cum poured out of him. Grandpa was spreading his cheeks so I could get a better look at his hole. “Now Kenny my boy. I’m going to teach you about rimming. Look at all George’s cum shoot here. Doesn’t it look delicious?“ He was presenting it to me like it was some sort of meal. “Yeah, make the boy eat out of my ass.“ George mumbled through the pillow. “That’s for him to decide old boy. So how about it Kenny, want to dive in and get your tongue up in there?” “No! That’s a bit too much. Besides it’s covered in your cum. Aren’t you positive? Shouldn’t you have worn a condom?“ Grandpa chuckled, George scoffed at the idea. “I already told you, I never use those things. George doesn’t care what he gets. He just loves cum, but if you’re not going to lick up that savory protein then I will. Watch closely.” Grandpa put his face between George’s ass and started licking the cum that was seeping out. He dug his tongue up in there and kissed his ring. I knew about rimming but obviously this was the first time seeing it in action. I guess as long as the hole was clean it seemed pretty hot in theory. I would like to try it sometime, but I’m not sure if I wanted to try it with George. The rim job continued for a few minutes, grandpa sucking away down on that ass like a ravenous animal. George was moaning, I watched his toes curl with each probing. George had big feet, bigger than grandpa‘s. He looked like he was really enjoying the service. Grandpa finished up and got out from the cavernous hole. “Hey Mr. Lewis. How about some coffee? Why don’t you put on a pot?” George asked. “Yeah all right. I could go for a cup myself. You two behave yourselves.” Grandpa got up and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I was now alone with George. The first time I was alone with a naked man other than grandpa. I got up off the bed and I was heading towards the door to go help grandpa with the coffee, but then I felt hands on my shoulders and a belly pressed up against my back. George wasn’t letting me leave. “Not so fast boy. Let me play with your ass.” George roughly rammed two fingers up inside me, it made me gasp little. “Damn I thought a virgin boy would be tight. You let your grandpa fuck you?” His finger assault on me continued, I was too scared to say anything. “Get on the bed and stick your ass up for me. I haven’t gotten off yet, and I need to shoot my rancid cum in some thing.” I tried to protest but George guided me back to the bed. He pushed me down onto it with my ass up in the air. He grabbed my hips and propped me up and spread my cheeks apart. “Sir please, we shouldn’t.“ George was now slapping my ass hole with his cock. His belly resting on my ass, his other hand pushing down on my back. “Don’t worry slut, I’ll make this quick. But you’re definitely going to hate what my balls are carrying. If Mr. Lewis has been fucking you then it doesn’t really matter.” ”Sir no!-“ George slammed forward and I felt the entirety of his cock go up inside me. My ass had some recovery from the morning so it was a little bit of a shock when he slammed in balls deep. He wasted no time picking up a fast fucking pace. “Oh fuck yeah. Virgin boy my ass. But fuck it still feels good.“ His movements kept my face buried in the pillow. Plow after plow I felt George assault my ass with his cock. I was scared, but I had to admit it did actually feel really good. I never thought I would be fucked like this by an older fat guy, but here I was. There was nothing I could do but let George drill into me. He held onto me tight, his fat belly weighing down on me. “Oh fuck boy. Here it comes. Gonna shoot my dirty load up inside you.” Oh shit he was going to cum? What did he mean by dirty load? All I could do was lay there. I was paralyzed. “Hey George, do you want cream and sugar- oh! What’s all this now?” Grandpa came back and saw George mercilessly fucking me. “Just a moment. Gunna empty my balls.” “George old boy. I didn’t give you permission to fuck him. How about you stop this silliness?” “But fuck! It’s right there! This boys ass is gunna drink my diseased cum! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Grandpa looked at me, rubbing me face. “Are you okay with George here blowing inside you? Let me know now.” I looked at grandpa and mustered out a few words. “Get him out please.” Grandpa reached for George’s cock as he started cum “Aaaah! FUCK! There it is!” George slammed forward. Grandpa was gripping at the base of his cock and trying to pull out. “Come on you old creep. Let’s get this out.“ “Aaah! Yes! Fuck!” Grandpa managed to pull out George’s cock. It popped out and his cum ribbons blasted my ass and back. He aimed my ass towards him to inspect it. “Not good. Looks like there’s a little bit in there. OK Kenny, looks like you’re going to get another lesson in rimming. I’m gonna lay down and you sit on my face. Focus on pushing, I’m going to suck all that dirty cum out of you.” Oh my God! There was cum inside me? George managed to shoot some in there? Grandpa laid down on the bed and I immediately position myself over him. This was something I wasn’t ready for, but if it was going to help then I was eager to try it. I sat down on him and grandpa started sucking on my ass hole. His tongue digging inside licking up however much cum was inside. Besides the fear of what George did, grandpa‘s tongue action actually felt incredible. Having a tongue swirl around inside you was so much different than a dildo or a cock. I was trembling, I felt like my body was melting on him. George was standing on the bed looking down on me. He was clearly enjoying the sight of me getting eaten out. He turned around and spread his big ass, puckering his hole towards me. I couldn’t move because I needed grandpa to do what he needed to do with my ass. George moved closer and his ass pressed against my face. His hole kissed my lips. He grabbed my head and held me in place. I had no choice but to rim him. I stuck my tongue out and tasted his ass. It taste like spit and cum. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. He was flexing his hole open on my mouth and I felt him push. There was still some cum in there. He was feeding me grandpas cum! It was bitter and strong flavored. I swallowed it and kept rimming him while grandpa was below rimming me. It must have been quite the sight. I was the middle piece of a human centipede. Ass to mouth with two older men. But I actually was enjoying myself. I felt like I was getting over some of my hang ups about playing with grandpa, but just a little. I knew what I was doing was wrong. What if dad saw me? I can’t imagine how he’d react. Being gay would be enough of a shock for him. The double rimming went in for a while. The big bears ass plopped in my face and grandpa eating me out. At some point we broke it off. Grandpa wiggling out from under me and me pushing off George. “I think you’re all good to go Kenny boy. George here can be quite the greedy bastard when he wants to be.” “The boy has a nice ass. I couldn’t help it.” Grandpa ushered George to the door. He got dressed and began to leave. Grandpa was done with him and wanted quality time with me. I felt safer with just the two of us anyway. “How about you send the boy to my place some time? I could really have some fun with him.” George asked. “Maybe, but he’s still knew to all this. I wanna make sure he’s properly trained before anything extreme.” Grandpa shut the door and we were alone together. “How’s about some breakfast?” We cooked breakfast together in the nude of course. A can is spam and eggs. It would be good to get a real breakfast in so I could get the taste of George and grandpa’s cum out of my mouth. We ate and watched the news in silence for a bit. Then he asked the question I suspected he would eventually “So Kenny boy. You’re no longer a virgin. How does it feel?“ I knew that was going to come up sooner or later. I wasn’t completely ready to answer. Having a dick in me felt good but it was his so I was conflicted. “Isn’t it bad that I lost my virginity to a family member?” “Don’t forget George. The fat old bastard just had to sample ya.” That’s right! I was fucked by two guys. George even came a little inside me which grandpa sucked out. “He was kinda scary. He shouldn’t have tried cuming in me.” “I don’t see any problem. You loved it didn’t you?” “Well, yes but…” “But nothing. You loved it, that’s all you need to focus on. If you ever want me to fuck your brains out my cock is available anytime.” He stroked his cock getting it semi hard again. “But, the risk of getting anything from it…” “I can pull out of you want. I’m a master at controlling my orgasms.” “I guess so. But still we shouldn’t.” I wasn’t entirely convinced. Could I really ask grandpa to fuck me? Sure I had his cock in me all night but that was an accident. And the fact that he had AIDS added an ominous shadow to his proposition. “Besides, you seem to be eager to try it. Hell, you sucked my cock in you durning the night. Shame on you for taking advantage of your dear old papi. He he he.” “That was an accident! It slipped in by mistake.” “If you say so. We’ll see if it ‘accidentally’ slips in again tonight.” “Perhaps I should sleep on the couch?” “No, I forbid it. You sleep in my bed with me. I want to make sure you’re warm and taken care of. Besides, your ass is a very welcome heat pad for me.” “…okay, if you say so.” “Good. Now then. What would you like to do today?” Grandpa laid back on the couch putting his feet up on my lap. He was stroking his now hard again cock in front of me. How was he still horny? “Didn’t you just get off?” “I’m never satisfied. It only takes a few minutes for me to be ready to go for another round. See these large balls of mine? They refill fast and always demand for release.” His orbs were impressive. But we had done so much I want sure what else there was to do. “Um… do you have any recommendations?” “Hmmm. I have plenty. But I doubt you’d be interested…” “Maybe…” “Well okay. Rub me feet. We’ll see if you get into foot play kink.” “Your feet?!” I looked at his feet sitting on my lap. They had a little bit of dirt on them. “Yeah I love having me feet played with, especially by young boys who are hungry to lick the sweat and grime from between my toes. Go on, rub them for me.” “I don’t know…” “I can have you go over to George’s place. He’d love to have you worship his feet. Of course I’d send you alone and who knows what else he’d have you do.” “No I’ll play with these!” I grabbed his feet and started rubbing them, even though they stank and were a little dirty they were soft and cushy. He kept playing with his dick while he watched me. “Yeah that feels good. How do you like them?” “They’re nice. Soft” “Getting you turned on?“ “Not really. It’s just a massage after all.” “Then try licking them. I’ve been told they taste great.” I looked at them for a while. I’ve tasted ass this morning, but these? “I don’t know.” He then raised a foot up to my face. Pressing his toes up to my mouth. “You’ve done worse. Come on, suck your grandpas toes.” He was rubbing them around and I reluctantly opened up and and licked them. They didn’t taste as bad as I thought they would. But it did feel degrading. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good boy.” He kept stroking as I licked his feet. He rubbed them on my face. Loving it. It was a little humiliating but it wasn’t bad, it was kinda nice. I could feel my own dick getting hard. Not necessarily because of the feet but the intimacy of what we were doing. I started stroking mine as well. “I can see you’re enjoying yourself. Good. Keep playing with yourself, I want you nice and horny.” I licked up and down his feet. If he was enjoying it then I was glad to be of service. I was rock hard and stroking. Grandpa and I were now jacking off together. I continued the service for a while, but after a few moments grandpa took his feet away. “Get on the floor Kenny. On your hands and knees. I want to step on your face.” “You won’t do it hard will you?“ “Of course not. I just want you to experience what it’s like to have a man dominate you with his feet.” I got on the floor and got into position like he asked. Grandpa stood over my head, his huge cock and balls swinging above me like a pendulum. He brought a foot up and put it on the back of my head, pressing me down to the floor gently. My head turned to the side and he ran his toes down the side of my cheek. I had to admit, this was quite the humiliating task I had before me. Would other guys want to do this sort of thing? If I ever got a boyfriend would he want to do this? I guess if I really liked the guy I would be willing to accommodate it. Grandpa‘s feet are fairly soft, so it actually feels quite nice. Grandpa went behind me and placed a foot on my ass. He was rubbing my cheeks and then brought his big toe close to my hole. “What are you doing?“ He was circling it around, then began to press in a little. “It’s all a part of the foot play my dear boy. You should know what it’s like to have a man toe fuck your ass.“ He pressed his toe all the way inside me and started thrusting his foot in and out. This was by far the strangest thing he has done, but at least it wasn’t his cock. Grandpa kept toe fucking me for a while. I was stroking my own cock while he was doing it. It was actually quite enjoyable. I could feel myself getting close. “Grandpa I think I’m going to cum.“ His foot work inside me continued. ”Yeah that’s it my boy. Cum for grandpa. Cum because you love my feet.” “Yes grandpa, your feet are going to make me cum.” Grandpa then took his toe out of me and got on his knees. His cock was resting on my crack. “I want to see it better. I want to see you blow your load on the floor then lick it up.“ I was actually missing his foot action. I wanted something in my ass to help me get off. I was aware that his rockhard boner was right there on top of my ass, but I didn’t have the heart to ask him to put it in. That would’ve invited way too much danger. I tried stroking the best I could while grandpa was rubbing his hands on my ass cheeks and back. I couldn’t help it, I needed him to stick his toe back inside me. I wanted to feel him foot fuck me. As embarrassing as it was I tried asking. “Grandpa put it back in please I’m so close.“ “Do you want me to stick it in? Are you sure?“ “Yes grandpa please I need it.“ I felt him reposition and plop something warm against my hole. He pushed forward and a hot boulbous thing popped in past my ring. “Fuck yeah grandpa that feels good. I’m gonna cum.” “Damn I could cum as well Kenny.” His toe felt so good in my ass that I didn’t care if he shot his cum on me. I was about to blow and it was only fair to let him blow too. “Yeah shoot it grandpa, go for it. I’m going to!“ “Fuck you’re asking me to cum? You don’t have to tell me twice.“ I started to orgasm, I let out a pretty loud grunt and started blasting my cum all over the floor. “Aaaah! Fuck! Yeah!” I’m pretty sure I made quite the mess on the rug. I had a feeling that grandpa wouldn’t mind an extra stain. I was expecting a shower of jizz raining down on me but then I felt his toe sink deep into my ass, very deep, wait that’s not his toe. “Grandpa what is that?“ The question was rhetorical, I knew exactly what it was. Grandpa stuck his cock balls deep inside of me. I then realized that it was his cock the entire time. He was fucking me fast. The assault on my ass was insane. “That’s going to be my cum shooting in you soon Kenny boy. Just like you asked for. Such a good boy. I’m going to make sure to blow deep in you.” He was drilling away inside me, he was breathing hard and I felt his balls slap against mine. “No grandpa! Not inside me! Please pull it out!“ “Really? You just said to shoot it in you?!” “I thought you had your tone inside me grandpa. Please don’t cum in my ass.“ “Fuck! Fine! Turn over! You’re going to drink it!” He pulls out of me with a pop. I got on my back and sat up. My ass sitting in my own cum puddle. Grandpa brought his dick right up to my mouth and before I could have time to say anything he slammed it down my throat. I was almost gagging on it. He put his hands on my head and started violently fucking my mouth. It was big and I thought I was going to suffocate. “Fuck! Here it is! Drink it pig boy! Drink all my poz cum!” The huge head of his cock was lodged down my esophagus as I felt him throb and twitch in my mouth. His cum blasted out and I reflexively swallowed every drop. His cum was hot and bitter. He held his cock in my mouth for a while as he sighed in relief. He looked down on me caressing my face. “You were such a bad boy Kenny. Giving me your ass then taking it away again. I hope you make it up to me. From now on I want you to suck me off whenever I ask you to. Yes?“ With his dick in my mouth I gave a nod “Good. Start with sucking my cock now. I want you to work another load out of it.“

“Don’t move my buddy wants a turn” or “can I bring a friend, he likes it sloppy.”

I tricked my father into letting me suck his cock through a porntheatre gloryhole. 32 times.

It definitely seems more married guys are going for it. I personally love to plant my charged loads in a married guys ass. If they ask I tell em, if not fuck away. Love getting their loads too. I still fuck with 3 married guys I pozzed.

Let me know when you are in dfw I’ll take you

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

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5. Rod "Let's enjoy how good this can feel," I said. My balls were pressed against Jay's asshole, and my dickhead was buried deep in his guts. It was already dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into him. The boy had been hungry to get fucked, signaling it by grinding his fuzzy ass against my face, desperate for every bit of my tongue. I was happy that he had not mentioned pulling out, much less a condom. The only trick now was to get at least one load inside of him before he started to think about the implications of unsafe sex with a strange man. Or, perhaps he was one of the beautiful, naive boys that had become so wonderfully common over the past few years. Raised on a steady diet of bareback porn and little to no guidance on safer sex, they hardly even knew to ask about my status or for a condom. "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again, as my cock pushed a little deeper. Every inch of him was still virgin territory, a landscape of pleasure that I was going to get to explore, enjoy, and ultimately poison with my toxic loads. "You feel so good inside of me," he said. "Come here, boy." I wrapped my arms around his torso, and pulled him down. Up close, I could see his green eyes, framed by the black glasses he wore. He hadn't taken them off when we had gotten undressed; and it helped him seem a little older than the just-barely-eighteen that I feared he was. I didn't bother to take them off. Jay naturally sought out my mouth, and we enjoyed a deep intimate kiss. I allowed his tongue into my mouth and felt him explore it. "This feels so good," I said, in between our making out. "I'm so glad I can do this with you." It was shameless, but it didn't matter. I had paid dearly for the pleasure of his hole and there had been a premium for the privilege of pozzing him up. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel anything less than treasured by me. For the rest of the night, I would constantly remind him of the pleasure he was getting. Hopefully, he would remember this visceral, animal enjoyment of sex. Tomorrow, there would be an intellectual fear, of the risks he had taken, but by then, it would be too late. "Fuck, Rod. Your cock. Inside me," Jay said, as he pushed himself back up to ride my dick like an experienced slut. I needn't have worried about the G. He was flying on the G. It would further reduce the chances that Jay would ask about a condom. Of course, they were remote in the first place. Even I couldn't turn down the feeling of a thick raw cock in my hole, and I was mostly top. Jay on the other hand had all the makings of a true bottom. The lure of raw cock and fertile seed would be too hard for him to resist even sober, much less with the GHB further fueling his depraved needs. Any second thoughts I might have had about dosing Jay were quickly dissipating as he thrust his hole against my body, pushing my cock deeper into his body. He was riding me hard and fucking himself deep all at the same time. He was smiling, his eyes closed in the pleasure of having another man's cock deep in his hole. Of course, his dick was also betraying his base emotions. It was sticking straight up, hard with the slightest hint of pre-cum at the tip. I wanted Jay to have fun tonight. Not so much that I would pull out of him, but I wanted him to always associate tonight with pleasure. Of course, this was not entirely altruism on my part. I wanted Jay to associate pleasure with bareback sex. I wanted him to equate partying with gratification. I must have been staring at him, because when he finally opened his eyes again, he paused for a moment. "This is cool, right?" he asked. His voice quivered a bit; he was afraid the answer would be a no, and his moment of happiness would be shattered. "Hell yeah," I said, pushing my cock back inside of him. He gasped, his dick throbbed, and he clenched his muscles around my shaft. I could feel how much he needed a cock inside of him. "Feels so good to be inside you. To feel you like I really wanted to." "You wanted me?" he asked. He was at that age where every man was beautiful, but so few of them knew it. His innocence was charming and made my balls ache for the possibility to defile him. In between the waves of pleasure radiating out from my shaft, I remembered that I needed to cum inside of him. It was important that I did it before he began to wonder about getting fucked raw. The GHB I did would make it harder to cum, but this was a challenge that I relished. "Yeah," I said. "Fucking hot young man." "Thanks," he said. He blushed. "It's just..." "Your first time, right?" I asked. I already knew the answer; even if he had never said it out right, he had hinted at it. "Yeah," he said. "And?" I asked. "Do you like it? Getting fucked?" I reached out and grabbed his cock. It was shorter than me, maybe only six or seven inches, but it was still thick enough to have some weight. Plus, it was filled with blood. It was stiff, hard, and masculine. "Your dick says you like it." "Yeah," he said. "I do." He pushed his body against my hips, forcing my cock deeper into him. "It feels amazing. Like..." He trailed off, his eyes closing, as he got lost in the sensation of my dick sliding in and out of his ass. He didn't know it, but he had already lost everything that would be precious to him: his innocence and virginity, his health, and his sobriety. In addition to my cock deep in his hole and my toxic pre-cum leaking into him, the drugs were also coursing through his blood. Of course, this was just the beginning for Jay. There would be plenty more of everything for him later. He'd get more dick, more infected cum, and plenty more drugs to ease his transition from good boy to dirty whore. Just thinking about Jay getting used and degraded got my dick pulsing. There was the familiar tingle at the tip as my dirty fantasies and Jay's eager fucking pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "You're enjoying it too, I think," Jay said. I smiled. "I am. It feels good to be inside you. I'm glad you are letting me share this experience with you." I pushed my cock deeper into Jay, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. It was a low, deep, intense groan, enough for me to feel it in the center of my dick. I tried my best, but it was too much for me. My balls had already clenched up and were ready to unload. "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned again. It was another deep-shaft massage for me, and I stopped holding back. "Oh fuck, yes," I grunted. A volley of sperm coursed down the length of my shaft, and erupted into Jay. "Fuuuuuuuck," he continued, at the exact same moment my toxic sperm shot into his ass. He wouldn't be able to feel my orgasm, unless I let him know. But, it wasn't time to tell him I was cumming in him. At least not yet. It would come, hopefully after I had a chance to give him a second or even third load. "You feel so fucking good," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to reveal my body-shaking orgasm. I was happy, because the young boy's hole had been anointed with another man's cum. Jay was just extraordinarily unlucky that my cum happened to be unmedicated, high-viral-load, dirty pozjuice. I slammed my cock back into Jay, shooting another jet of warm cream into his hole. "Oh fuck," Jay finally said. It was the same word, but a different tone of voice. He was back in control of himself, no longer giving himself over to the sexual beast that we had unleashed. "That is so fucking hot. Your cock. So hard. In my hole." "So hot and wet," I said, completing his sentence. "It's hard not to want to go all the way." "I know. I want to feel you cum inside me." I smiled, and nodded. He continued. "But I want to enjoy this ride a long, long time." "Don't worry boy," I said. "I'm good for several loads." "It just..." He stammered a bit, the sex demon was re-asserting itself. "so fucking hot to feel you inside me." He leaned down. A bit of my shaft pulled out of him, and my dickhead rubbed some of my sperm into his ass. "So...right," he said. "I know." My cock was throbbing as we talked and gently working my load into the boy. He had leaned all the way down, his face now only a few inches from mine. Even in the low light of the patio, I saw the familiar glazed look on his face. He was G'ed out, and every sensation would have dark, sexual overtones for him. It was a seductive sensation; he would spend the rest of his life chasing after this feeling. It was the feeling of being a little high and a lot horny, the horniness giving him permission to chase after pure pleasure. "I just...I just....want you." He bit his lip, trying to deny himself the pleasure he was feeling. "I want you in me. Just like this." I risked going a little further. "You like my pre-cum in you?" "Oh fuck yeah," Jay said. He pushed and forced more of my shaft back into his hole. "Oh yeah," he moaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. I stopped worrying. I had gotten the all-important first load into him. It counted for bragging rights; the next load and the ones that followed would just be practice, re-enforcing Jay's very first fuck. "You inside me. Your pre-cum dripping into me." I smiled. Aiden would be pleased at how Jay was turning out. He might have been a bit shy at first and uncertain about the possibilities of two males having fun together. But he was learning quickly and getting used to how good a dick up his ass could feel. He was fucking himself hard on my cock. "Fuck me, please, Rod. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Just fucking fuck me," he grunted. I slammed my cock into him. If he kept this up, between the dirty talk and the tight fuzzy hole on my dick, I was going to cum a second time. "Please man. Give it to me. Give me that hard cock," Jay murmured. He was still pressed against me, his lips right against my ear. He was just whispering, but he was close enough for me to hear every desperate syllable. "Oh fuck, Rod. Don't take it out of me. Your fucking dick, Rod, it's inside me." He reached down between his legs and found the margin between us, where my cock stretched open his hole and entered his body. I felt his finger press against my shaft. He only succeeded in making me drip even more of my pre-cum into his hole. "Oh fuck Rod," he whispered. Jay's body was pressed against mine. He was shaking, but whether from fear, excitement, pleasure or a mixture of all three, I couldn't tell. I pulled him closer to me and his warm skin pressed against mine. He was clenching his hole tight around my cock as hard as he could, not wanting a single millimeter of my cock to slide out of him. "Relax boy. This can go on as long as you need it to," I whispered into his ear. His torso relaxed a bit, but his hole was just needy as before. "Please, Rod. Give it to me. Give me all of it." It was easy to convince myself that he wasn't talking just about my cock, but about everything that my cock stood for: the drugs I indulged in, the forbidden fantasies that I enacted, the money I traded for sex, and the virus that I transmitted with every load of cum. I gave him a long kiss. "I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of." Of course, nightmares were also dreams. It wasn't my business to know Jay's nightmares; it was my business to act out my fantasies. "But just for now. For me." "Yes?" Jay asked, anticipating a request from me. "Just enjoy yourself. Just focus on the pleasure." "I want to you focus on the pleasure too, Rod. I want to make you happy." "Don't worry," I replied. "You're doing a fine job. A damn fine job making me happy." Something clicked for me at that moment. I remembered that I was paying for this. There was no obligation for me to do anything but enjoy myself. It was my time to be a selfish, greedy fucker, and to use Jay as the partied-up fucktoy that he was. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and pushed my dick further into Jay. I felt the spooge already up there slide past my dickhead. "Oh fuck, Rod. Keep it in me." Did he not know how hard it was not to understand his sex-crazed demands as anything other than begging to be pozzed up? "Give it to me." "Of course, Jay," I said. My cock went back into the depths of his hole. My engorged dickhead and thick shaft pressed my first gift deeper into Jay. Jay deserved it. He was still young and he would have many years of spreading the virus before he would succumb to the ravages of drugs and illness. I wanted my seed to spread, and Jay was the latest in a long line of vessels by which I would infect my entire world. "Fuck, that feels amazing," Jay groaned. "Fucking amazing." "You want more of it?" I said. Jay just nodded; he was gasping for breath in perfect synchrony with my strokes. "Come on," I continued. "Sit on it." I gently pushed him back up, where his body weight and gravity conspired to force even more of my shaft into his body. It was also very clear just how turned-on Jay was. His dick was sticking straight up, just as hard as my cock was. And, just like my cock, there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I ran my finger across it, then licked my finger. It tasted clean and fresh; there was no hint of the virus that contaminated my semen. At least, there was no hint yet. "Oh fuck," Jay moaned, as he settled down onto my cock. "So fucking big. So deep in me." "Just relax," I said. "Just enjoy the feeling of getting fucked. Of my cock deep inside of you." Jay closed his eyes, threw his head back, and grunted in pure pleasure. I wanted to spend all night fucking the boy. I wanted to massage my load into him, make sure that my seed found fertile soil to colonize and grow. But, Aiden would be out shortly to check on us, and he would more plans for Jay. It was a much higher fee to have exclusive use of a boy's hole, and I had yet to meet the boy that wasn't improved with the seed of several men soaking into him. I reached down and played with Jay's dick. The boy had a nice dick, a good length plus a thick, meaty shaft. He was still hard and was still dripping pre-cum. It made my own cock throb to think how turned-on Jay was, and how much he deserved several more loads in him. I would have to cum soon if I wanted one of those to be a second one from me. "Oh fuck Jay," I grunted, as he started to ride my cock, practically milking me for every drop of pre-cum I could give him. "Fucking ride that goddamn cock." "Oh fuck," Jay groaned again. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the patio door slide open. But I didn't care; Edward threw these parties specifically for us to bareback whoever we wanted and get to breed their holes. Nailing an innocent neg boy on the balcony was not just tolerated, it was expected. "Oh hell yes," he grunted. He had either not seen what I had, or had ignored it. I pushed my dick against his hips, forcing myself deep into him. I held it there, just long enough to feel the familiar, wonderful tingle of an impending orgasm. Jay instinctively knew what to do, and began to rock to and fro on my dick, massaging me to the very edge of orgasm. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is fucking amazing." I stopped trying to hold back any longer. He was practically begging me to cum into him. He didn't care that I was poz. Or, rather, I knew he wouldn't care. He was high on G and his ass would be hungry like never before. The GHB had activated pathways of pleasure that had never been triggered before, and Jay was reveling in the infinitely familiar yet profoundly new sensations. He moaned, "Oh fuck. Give it to me please!" "Oh hell yeah," I grunted. "Oh Hell YEAH!" I turned my head to one side for a second, and I saw Aiden standing just behind Jay, where the young man couldn't see. He smiled at me and gave me a two-thumbs-up sign. Any lingering doubt about permission was erased; Jay's pimp had just given me clearance to seed the young man's hole. Now, all that mattered was getting off and filling Jay with my toxic seed. "Come on, Rod," Jay grunted, "Come on. Give me all of it." The tingle of orgasm had grown, and I was only seconds away from exploding in his ass for the second time tonight. In the quest to infect a boy, depth of seeding was important, as was the virulence and potency of the seed. But nothing really made up for sheer quantity. The more toxic seed I pumped into the whore-boy, the better his chances of getting infected. I pushed my dick as deep as I could and let my animal instincts take over. My balls pulled up, tightened, and a spurt of semen started to barrel down the length of my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH," I grunted, almost loud enough to penetrate the windows of the rooms around me. I didn't care. I was breeding a hot young stud, filling him with my pozcum, and there was nothing between us to protect him. "OH HELL YEAH," I repeated. A second spurt of cum shot down the length of my dick, and deep into Jay's hungry hole. "Oh god," Jay mumbled. "It feels so good." He was having trouble processing all the sensations that were colliding: his first time on GHB, the first night with another man, and certainly the first time getting fucked using cum as a lube. I wasn't surprised that he wasn't able to say much. It didn't matter. My dick was still dribbling my virulent seed into the boy, which was only making the feelings more intense. "I don't want to stop. "Oh yeah," I said. The initial intensity of the orgasm had been expended in launching my seed deep into Jay's ass. The furious urgency had been dealt with, and it was time to focus on my dick. I was rubbing my shaft against every inch of Jay's ass, and working my slime into the boy. "Oh fuck, this is nice," I said. "Hell yeah," Jay said. "It's so warm. So comfortable inside me." "It feels so good. How hot your hole is. How wet you are." "It's fucking hot." Jay relaxed his legs a bit, which only pushed my dick a bit further into him. "So hard." "And so deep," I said. "Nice show men," a voice suddenly said. "A very nice show." It was a new voice, one that had not been with us before. I turned to the side, and there was Aiden, less than an arm's breadth from us. Jay also turned to the sound of Aiden's voice. He turned so fast that my dick nearly fell out of him; only me holding onto his waist avoided that fate. "Oh fuck," he said, the tone was one of fear and uncertainty. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry." "What are you sorry for, Jay?" Aiden asked. He was now just wearing a pair of boxers, the light blue fabric was nearly a perfect match to his eyes. "I mean. Me. Your friend. This," Jay stammered. His asshole was clenched tight around my shaft; he might have been embarrassed by being discovered mid-fuck, but he wasn't going to give up my pole. "This is exactly how I had hoped it would turn out. You men enjoying each other. Each other's bodies." He turned to me. "How's it for you?" he asked. "Fucking amazing," I said. "That's what I like to hear," Aiden said. "Seems like you boys are getting along just fine. But you may want to join the party soon. Our friend Tina just showed up, and I'm sure Jay would enjoy meeting her." "I'm sure he would," I said. "Nor would I mind hanging out with her a bit." Jay looked confused, but I didn't care. I'd explain a bit later what Tina was, and show him just how good it could make him feel. "I'll leave you boys alone. Seems like you don't need much help having fun." "See you in a bit," I said. Jay was still clenched around my dick, not yet ready to give it up. I'd have to ease him into the idea of going back to the party. The one carrot I could dangle for him was the promise that he'd be fucked some more. "You want to take a break?" I asked. "See what the party's like?" "I just," he stammered. "I just like this so much." "I know," I said. "And there's plenty more time for this. Time to do it with me, if you want." He nodded. "I guess." He rocked back and forth on my shaft. I could feel the two loads squish back and forth. "Do you need to get off? I mean, do you want to cum?" I reached down and played with his cock. He was still hard and there was more pre-cum at the tip. I licked the pre-cum off my finger, savoring the sweet, innocent flavor. It was going to be one of the last times Jay could claim "innocent" as a description. The gathered guests would be hungry for a fresh piece of ass like Jay. "I already came," I said. "Twice." "Fuck," Jay said. He was quiet, but his ass stayed wrapped around my dick. "Fuck," he repeated. "I've never even cum in a girl's mouth." "And now you've got two loads from me in your ass." "I know," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my cock. "Two loads. Inside me." His dick was hard in my hand. He was still trying to fathom what I had just told him, and what it meant for his future. "Fuck man." "You ok?" I asked. "Yeah," he grunted, almost more an animal sound than a human voice. "I am," he said. He was still rocking back and forth on my shaft, stimulating my dick and almost daring me to cum a third time. "Really good." "Let's go inside," I said. "I think you're going to enjoy this party. I think you're going to enjoy it a lot." "This is already been amazing," he said. I gently lifted him off my shaft. It came out clean and glossy, slicked down by my cum. "It's just," "Not what you expected?" I asked. He was a stranger in a very strange land indeed now, and I had to remember that. Jay was learning the norms of how men had sex, and it would be a many more nights like this before he had the same instincts as I did. "Yeah," Jay said. He leaned in and kissed me. "But, so hot. You inside me." "My load in you." "Two of your loads in me."

Part X Final Crazy Day? My night was, again, very sleepless. Tossing and turning and dreaming and waking up. At one point climbing out of bed to go to the toilet, where I beat my meat mercilessly remembering the last two days. My, formerly virgin ass, is sore as hell, but tingling like crazy too. I blow a huge load of cum all over myself. It feels amazing and I gingerly wipe it up and push in into my hole. I then lick my fingers, thinking it doesn't taste so bad either, rather nice even. Oh, hell, what am I thinking? I can't seem to get my head around what I have had done to me and then allowed to happen again. It seemed so wrong, but yet, felt so right and wonderful. The feeling of those hard cocks tearing my hole up and filling me with their Poz cum. Terrifying and yet so thrilling and beautiful. I finally get back in bed and the tossing and turning goes on all night again. In the morning I am still so tired it is ridiculous. I head to work, but it is pretty much a losing cause and get very little accomplished and then it is time to leave. I must go by that park again on the way. What shall I do? As I near the park, I can feel my heart beating faster. I get to the entrance and like the car has a mind of its own, I turn in. I immediately notice that there seems to be a few more bikes there. Not many more but maybe 5 or 6 more. I park and just sit in my car watching them. They seem to still be having fun from the day before and I can see a few scattered here and there, definitely having sex. As I watch, my own cock gets harder and harder. I am then startled by a tapping on my window. I turn to see my first buddy standing beside the car and he is fully nude and his marvelous cock is at full attention. I let the window down and he steps closer and I can't seem to help myself as I reach out and take ahold of his cock and bring it to my mouth. He moans his pleasure as he drives it deep into my throat. I gag a little and he pulls back some and I start to suck him, swirling my tongue around as much of it as I can. This goes one for about 10 minutes and then he pulls his cock away from me and reaches down and opens my car door and tells me to get out and lets go play more and he has a nice surprise for me too. As I get out of the car he tells me to just get those clothes off and leave them in the car as I won't need them for a while. I look into his eyes and can't help myself and strip naked and throw my clothes in the back seat. He then walks off with me following him waiting to see what is coming next.

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