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This will be a couple parts, maybe more. "I'm your little slut, give it to me baby." Says my wife as she's climaxing. I quicken my pace and hurriedly pull out before blowing my own load. We have a quick cuddle before Jane is rolling out of bed for work. She has just enough time for a piece of toast, a kiss, and an I love you before heading out. I'm lucky to have a couple days at home to work ever since the pandemic. What my wife doesn't know is I'm not entirely straight, and 5 years later all I get are these off days to jerk off to some gay porn to keep my own fantasies at bay. We met out of high school, so I never had the chance to experiment with any guy. I mean, I enjoy being with her, but it just never feels complete when I orgasm. Our phones announce when we're home on the Alexa, but just to be safe, I chilled in front of the tv with a few beers. After an hour I grab my phone and start searching pornhub when my cock twinges I something in the corner of the website… an ad for a popular gay dating app. Feeling hornier than usual, maybe I'll take a few pictures and see if anybody even thinks I'm fuckable. A somewhat drunk few minutes later and I had a profile with pictures of my naked 5' 6" inch, 115 lb round ass. Within a few minutes I had quite a few dudes chatting me up. These men wanted me, and I was getting harder by the second. I blew my load to one dude who wanted to hold his seed inside me till it kept whatever that meant. I clean myself up and start making some lunch when I hear a knock at the door. Confused, I open it to see my apartment manager Brad. He smiles say "Hi Dylan" and hands me an envelope. As I'm opening it, I say "By the way, our dishwasher sometimes stops if y'all…" Oh my God. Oh fuck. In this envelope are my pictures I just posted on the app. "By the way, those apps are location based, and you plastered your hole all over for 'us' to see". "Us?" I question, panicked. "Surely you don't think your the only one who likes to fuck dudes here right? They all know. In fact I only rented to you because because we wanted your ass. Have you never noticed your neighbors poor boy? Almost all fucking dudes you idiot, we all live and fuck here. I was starting to think you might be straight after all, and then I see your face pop up on there." "P-Please don't tell my wife" I stammered "Just delete the pictures and pretend this never happened." "Did you not hear me faggot, if I want your hole it's mine and I'll show your wife if you disobey. Who's your daddy now cunt?" Brad said forcefully while starting to unbutton his pants in my living room. What could I do but say "You are" as a massive, still growing cock flopped out in front of me. "Suck it before I tell your wife what a bitch you are." As he presented his cock to me. I was a little shocked and couldn't move until he started to pull out his phone. Scared, I grabbed it his shaft, opened my mouth, and tasted my first cock. Somewhat salty, but not unpleasant. I began to work my mouth up and down, wrapping my tongue around him. "Boy was born to suck cock, my god, I'm gonna love filling this toy. Is that what you are? A fuck toy?" "Mmhhmmmm" I try to mumble around his cock. "I didn't fucking hear you" Brad says. "Yes, Daddy" I quickly say. Why did I say that so easily, oh my god. "Good boy, now strip and let me see that round ass of yours." I strip my shorts and shirt, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever. Brad tells me to bend over the couch as he pulls a bottle of lube from his pocket. Bent over, I can't see but I can feel his hand slowly touch my ass with cold wetness. He presses on my asshole with his finger and my cock twitches. "Did you like that slut?" He says. "Yes S-Sir" I reply, as his finger enters me. Fuck it actually feels amazing. He stretched me slowly with one then two fingers before pulling out. There was nothing for a moment and then I felt something largely slowly rest against my open hole. "This is my cock boy. It's raw, don't bother asking for a condom. I know you need it, I can see your cock hungry desperation.". Brad laughs deviously before saying "I'm gonna make you mine in more ways than one" as the massive head at my hole begins to stretch it painfully. I feel the head pop in and Brad slides in deeper and then deeper. Pain starts to disappears into ecstasy as my ass relaxes around his girth. He begins to fuck me slowly, making sure to fill me completely. "Fuck, I can feel you thrusting back, you like this don't you? Is this what you wanted, to be fucked like a little bitch? Feels good doesn't it to please a real man?" As his thrusts turn into a rhythmic pounding of pleasure in my hole. "mhm" I whimper, "fill and use my little hole". I feel two hands reach from behind and wrap their fingers around my throat and brad's face get close to my ear to whisper "I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with my seed boy, you're going to be mine forever. My seed is going to breed inside of you. Is that what you want you filthy little faggot? To be bred? He's fucking me senseless and I'm struggling to even think of words to say. Before I can speak, I feel one of his hands loosen from my throat as he turns my face towards him and slaps my face hard. I see his face and gone is the friendly smile at the door, replaced with a hungry, desired grin like I'm not even human anymore. Just a fuck toy, his fucktoy. He raises his hand again and says "I asked you a question cunt". "Fill your little cumdumpster daddy, leave it all inside me". I shamefully whimpered. Brad thrusts become slow and powerful and finally stop balls deep in my ass as I feel his entire cock twitches and pump his seed deep into me. I felt the last of him drain … as he slowly started to work with my ass again. His cock working his cum deeper and all around my ass was too much, my cock can't contain the torrent of seed that spills from me. Brad pulls out and pink cum begins to drip. I felt used and abused, but the cum dripping out of my ass and my still shuddering body make me want more. "Fuck, that was the tightest ass I've had in while and it's mine forever. My seed is already mixing with your blood, it's too late for you. We're gonna breed you around the complex boy." It sets in, this man just fucked me with a raw cock, and now I'm seeping with his juices. Panicked I think to myself, is he infected with something. Am I now? Brad as if he read the panic on my face says "Now do you know understand me when I say you're mine forever cunt? My cock is filled with poz HIV cum. No matter who you fuck now, it's my seed you are spreading. Before you clean that filthy hole, let me take a few pictures for your profile. I want to see every load you take on this app too, got it?" He says while dressing. "I understand, just please don't tell my wife." "Continue to serve me well, and we'll see. You've got a few hours alone to think about what you've done and what you are before sweet little Jane gets home." Brad says as he turns to leave. He closes the door and I'm alone with my shame. Brad was wrong about one thing, I had a few hours to consider my depravity but not alone. Shortly, I heard a sound I'd be hearing a lot from now on, *Knock knock*. My next master is here to service, and I want to please. Continue?

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!

Chapter Two I left the bar in a bit of a panic, but also turned on at what might happen, and headed back to our hotel room. It felt like hours but it must have only been 45 minutes before my phone beeped again. “Sorry about that had company” was all that was sent, then a picture came through of what I could tell instantly was my other half on all fours naked. The familier “typing” dots were rolling for sometime and through came a long message. “Yer so this guy turned up and fuck it was hot. Really got a few things out of my system or should that be into his. He came over and I could tell he was not going to be up for raw action so I had to go slow. We started just kissing and getting undressed, and as soon as I saw that body, I had to get inside him. We were both getting hot and heavy so moved onto the bed and was all over each other. I was still testing where this was going to go so reached over and opened the bedside draw and asked him to “grab some lube and stuff” to see what he came back with, sadly he came back with a condom and lube but at least we get to fuck.” I rush of relief came over me knowing things were going to be safer, but sounds like they had a hot time. Mark continued, “so I roll him over and pour a lot of lube over my cock and his arse, then start to kiss up his back as I reach up to the cabinet to get the condom. As I rub off his arse it’s so slick I just line up and rub between his arse cheeks. Rubbing away between his cheeks raw and making the most of it before I have to cover up. It felt so could and he was really moaning as well, so we just carried on sliding off each other. Knowing im toxic as fuck and this guys neg was the best part. Just lube between us, and neither of us on meds, all natural. The amount of pre cum alone was running down his crack and off his cock and ball.” This had got me rock hard. I mean I can picture Mark rubbing off his arse raw and knew it was a small risk, but how sexy that must have felt. Mark must have been waiting to see what I thought as the messages stopped, till I told him I was hard and wanking, as I was now. “I started longer strokes off his arse, really working him into the mattress and going from the back of his balls right up his crack, lubing him with my pre cum. Then I just had to slow down or I would have cum all over this crack. I slowed down and pulled right back to ease myself off of bit, then he pushed back. I mean it could not have been timed better. I was right on his hole and he arched his back and slowly push his way down my cock till I was all the way inside him. Fuck it felt hot inside him and even better knowing I was now invading his neg body with my toxic cock leaking pre-cum. He went fucking wild, I mean from 0-100 in seconds fucking me so hard back till he was on all fours with me inside him doggy style, fucking him like a bitch. He was getting loser now so I could pull all the way out, see him gaping, and push back into his hole. I knew it was coming so I just let go, I pushed deep inside this neg hole and unloaded deep, and I mean deep. I was spent so after a few minutes working that cum into him, I slowly pulled and not a drip left him. He had that whole 4 day load inside him, and it was heavy! Anyway, he had to leave so we cut some small talk, dressed him and packed him off to his boyfriend. Lucky fuck!”. I could not believe it, my boyfriend was out there somewhere with a full blown toxic load working its way into him, and he had no idea. His phone was still off, so not like I could even tell him. Then I hear the hotel door, he’s back. “Hey, im shattered. Played with a guy, but just want another bit of fun…. Sooo..... Fancy fucking my hole” he said with a grin as he slowly lowered his shorts, climbing onto the bottom of the bed… TBC

PART SEVEN "Oh...um...OK...is that where you keep your amyl?" I asked nervously as he gave his cock a quick coating of lube he pulled out from the bedside table. "Nah, no amyl here that I know of. My boyfriend might have some but I dunno where he keeps it. I wanna watch you take it without any of that help anyway." He smiled at me as he lay on the bed, his cock standing upright. It looked even more intimidating that way, especially seeing I'd be taking it without the poppers. It certainly wasn't any bigger than most of the cocks I'd sucked earlier today but the piercing made it look huge. "C'mon..up you get." It was weird to be ordered around by someone with such a camp voice but I was in no position to argue. I started to straddle him. His body certainly wasn't anything like Tim's, Cade's body looked more like what you imagined someone that was HIV+ looked like. I took his cock & aimed it at my hole until I could feel the piercing against it. "Mmmm...looks like we've found it" Cade laughed "Now, you just slowly sit down on it & I'll open you right up." Despite my best efforts, I found myself biting my lip as I moved down on it. I knew what a turn-on it was for me whenever I saw my girlfriend doing that because I knew she was enjoying it. Being on the receiving end, I could feel every inch of his dick as I was slowly taking it, the piercing exaggerating it all. I could feel it scraping the inside of my arse, I knew I should be scared of what it was doing to me but that'd be fixed tomorrow. "God, you're a natural bottom aren't you, hey? Fuck, straight before today and you're bottoming out on my pierced dick & loving it." I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and I realised, I had taken all of his cock in me. "Now you just lean back a little on me there, and you'll get a nice surprise." I did as he said and could feel his cock head hitting what I assumed was my prostate? I couldn't help but let out a low groan as it did, it felt amazing. "And that's why bottoms like you keep coming back for my poz cock!" he laughed. I found just the right spot where it was hitting my prostate and leaned forward. When I opened my eyes, my face was close to his. He looked up at me, smiling. "Told you you were a natural". I decided to shut him up properly, and leaned in and kissed him. I couldn't really stop myself as we were making out, the feeling was far better than anything I'd experienced before. It was hurting a little but I was loving the feeling of his head hitting my prostate more & I started to bounce a little more forcefully on his dick for a while. "Fuck, you love to ride hey? Cade laughed. "Just shut up!" I laughed back, and pulled him into a deep kiss once again. I knew what I was doing was wrong but the feelings of pleasure I was getting were overpowering my conscience, both about my girlfriend and also that I was having unprotected sex with an HIV+ man and the results. It all started to become too much and I knew I was going to cum, "Oh fuck Cade...I think I'm gonna cum!" "Me too mate, I've been holding on for a while. Being out of commission's been a killer." I leant back so I could really feel him inside me and I shot hard all over his chest. At the same time he moaned, gripping my hips hard and I could tell that he was shooting his load deep inside me. Once again, cumming brought me back to earth with a thud as I realised what I'd done. "Probably should clean me up seeing you've made such a mess.." he said, looking down at the big globs of cum I'd shot on his chest. "Bet you've never cum like that before!" "I did with Tim earlier," I said matter of factly. "Fuck, I'm not even first to do that! Lucky prick! 2 for 2 though, goes to show you are a natural bottom though." I licked up the last bit of cum but he stopped me as I was about to move to his dick like I thought he'd asked. "Don't worry about that, I tore you up a bit." I felt at my tender hole and mixed in with Cade (& Tim's) cum was a bit of blood. "You'll be right, just get to the clinic first thing tomorrow & you'll be fine." I was in a bit of shock but was kinda glad he was more or less kicking me out the door. I wasn't really in any mood to stick around as I quickly got dressed and rushed to the door. I made my way down the hallway and the lift door opened, it was the old lady from before. She gave me a knowing smile as we passed and then called out to me as I reached the lift. "Young man?" I turned back in her direction. "It's none of my business but if you're heading somewhere after this you might like to change your pants. You seem to be....leaking." I blushed as I could feel the wet fabric as the lift door opened and then saw the massive wet spot over my arse in my reflection in the mirror when I got in the lift. Thankfully I got to my car before I ran into anyone else. END OF PART SEVEN

I was pleasantly surprised when I got a message from a guy on Kik named Brody seeing if I was interested in a hookup. It had a body shot that was pretty not, smooth hairless blonde guy with a nice defined body, long thin uncut cock, said he was 26 and needed release. No face pic as he said his friends didn't know he hooked up with guys and didn't want that to get out. He said he could host but that we had to be done before his roommate got home after 5. He said he usually uses condoms with hookups until he knows or trusts a guy, but was cool for fucking me raw if I wanted it that way, admitting he prefers raw and that he was pretty country and white trash. I didn't want to ask what he was doing at home on a workday but really didn't care. I just wanted the loads. When I asked how he wanted my load he said "we'll see" so I was hoping at least he'd jack me off or suck me off. I got his address and headed over glad he was close by so in case it was fake I didn't have a lot of travel invested. But white trash is what I like so I as willing to take my chances. The apartments Brody lives in are pretty sketchy and I was kind of wondering what I'd got myself into, hoping I wasn't gonna get rolled. I knocked on his door and soon enough he answered and I was shocked at how much taller he was, probably 6'4" or so and a really good looking guy with longer blonde hair and a deep stoner country sounding voice. I went in and sure enough could smell weed and saw a lot of empty beer bottles and cans around in the living room. I don't mind that in a guy, it certainly makes them less inhibited. He introduced himself and awkwardly shook my hand asking if I wanted a beer or some weed first. He went to the fridge to get beers and said for me to get comfortable and I was tempted to take off my t-shirt but decided against it before finally taking it off since he was shirtless and just wearing a pair of nylon shorts. As he came back to me I could see his cock tenting in his shorts and was glad he was as horny as I was. As he went to sit down on the couch he pulled his shorts down and I could see his massive semihard cock. As he sat he smiled over at me and handed my beer saying he might as well get comfortable. I was SO tempted to reach over and start stroking it or sucking it but wanted to play it cool. "So you do this often" he asked, which always makes me squirm as there's no good answer really. I jokingly said not as much as I want, which is true, and he chuckled softly at that saying he felt the same way, admitting he'd like to get a lot more release than he's getting and I noticed he was stroking his cock. For some idiotic reason I asked if he kissed and he laughed a kind of sarcastic laugh and asked if I wanted that and I said I did. And he pulled me in to kiss him and I could feel him move my hand to his cock. I could feel his breath quicken as I started stroking his cock. I worked him for a bit that way and he suggested we move to the bedroom and I followed him in. Seeing his living room and bedroom I could only guess Brody was straight or bi as his bedroom was a mess with various dirty clothes here and there and strew with dirty dishes, cups, and other stuff and a big bottle of lube on his nightstand. His bed was rumpled and it was pretty clear there were cum stains on the sheets, so either he was fucking guys pretty regularly, getting fucked regularly, or maybe a bit of both. I didn't care honestly. I lay down on the bed and to my surprise he swung his cock up to me and moved down to suck my cock, starting out with us 69ing each other. I had no idea he wanted to suck my cock and was doing everything I could not to cum too quickly. He was trying hard not to fuck my mouth too hard and honestly, he had a lot of cock to suck and was precumming like crazy. I know I was precumming like crazy and could hear him moaning with delight saying how good I tasted. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to cum in his mouth so he could taste more. His cum was a little nasty and funky tasting so I was glad I agreed to get fucked rather than suck him off. Without warning he swung his legs off me turning around to face me, asking if I was ready to get fucked. I said I was and he asked if I had any condoms and I said I didn't and a little confused as I said I was cool for raw. I told him I was cool for raw and that he could cum inside me and he reaffirmed saying he was cool with that if that's what I wanted as he pumped some lube in his hand and started greasing up his cock and fingered it into my ass. I a kind of cocky way he reminded me his dick was pretty big and to let him know if it started hurting. I said I would and could feel him slowly and steadily forcing his raw cock in me and honestly, felt like I was going to lose consciousness as more and more of him entered me. He was telling me how hot and tight my ass was and how bad he wanted to cum in me and was asking if I liked his cock and wanted his load. I could barely breathe but was telling him how much I loved his cock, how big it was, and how bad I wanted his load with an enthusiasm that lit his face up. I hadn't even asked his status and I was so driven by desire to take his loads I honestly didn't care. He had my legs over his shoulders as he was pounding his cock in me and I was mesmerized by how his hair moved as he was pounding me and intense thrusts of his cock deep inside me. I found myself begging for him not to pull out and cum inside me, which made his face light up with an amazing smile as he murmered "not a chance I'm gonna pull out". His eyes were rolling up and I could feel a shift in his breathing and I figured he was close to cumming, which got me into overdriving telling him not to pull out and to cum inside me, telling him how bad I wanted his load. I heard a loud groan from him and could feel the blast inside me as he let loose his load balls deep inside. I was yelling "fuck yeah" "don't pull out" and "cum inside" frantically as he did. I loved that this trashy boy had just planted his seed deep inside me and wanted him to use me all the time if he needed release. He leaned down to kiss me as he finished stroking and I told him any time he needed release I would take it, and told him how hot a fuck he was. He smiled and thanked me and leaned back up, saying how hot a fuck I was and he was now stroking my cock saying it would be hot if we could be a regular thing. He'd been inside me still but now slid out and and was stroking me more, pumping some lube in his right hand and switching hands to make it easier to jerk me. To my suprirse I saw his right hand move to his ass and he shifted his pelvis so now he was closer to my belly button and I could feel him guiding my cock head to his hole. I could feel my cock enter him and see the look of delight on his face as it did. He'd been cagey about me fucking him but now it was clear he not only wanted to get fucked but wanted it raw. I wasn't about to disappoint. Maybe he was planning to get off my cock as I was close to cumming, but I had no idea. I was tempted to ask him to beg for my cum but was worried I might scare him. I was going to let him take the lead but know I was down for an "accident" if need be. But he soon dispelled that by yelling out "fuck yeah, cum in me, give me your load!" with an enthusiasm that shocked me, followed by him telling me how good my cock felt in his ass. I loved that this stud has asked me nothing about my status and even after talking about condoms was just taking me raw and loving it. I decided to push my luck and for him to beg for my load. To my surprise he did and with an intensity that made me believe it. Looking at the stains on his sheets I was guessing more than a few guys had bred his ass raw and loaded him. Like me he probably lied about how slutty he is just so a guy would breed him and his hole. I'm guessing as soon as I was done breeding him he'd have another guy over to breed him raw too. And if he was so eager to let me breed him raw he was probably taking raw off countless guys. I'd turned myself on so much thinking of this that I blew what had to be a massive load in his ass and saw his face light up as I did, begging me to stay inside him and every drop pulsed inside him. He was still riding me and frantically jerking his cock and soon sprayed a massive load that covered by face, hair, and chest. It had been a long time since I'd seen a guy cum that much as he absolutely showered me with his jizz. He laughed and collapsed on me apologizing for how worked up he'd gotten, smearing his cum between us. He told me to eat his cum and I did as told, wiping up his cum off my body and eagerly eating it, fingering some into his mouth which he also ate. He slid off my cock and was soon licking his cum off my body and snowballing it in my mouth to my delight. We were enjoying that and I could hear his phone go off with some kind of alert. Sadly, he told me I needed to get going and I was pretty bummed as I wanted to load his ass again. I asked if I could quickly shower and got a firm 'no' saying he needed to shower and again saying I needed to go. I was a little skeezed out as I was pretty much still covered in cum on my face and hair but knew I had a cleanup towel to wipe most of it off. Brody pretty quickly ushered me to the door and I grabbed what was left of my beer and quickly pulled on my shorts and t-shirt to leave. Furtively I asked Brody if we could do this again and he said "sure, yeah" as he shoved me out the door without a kiss. I felt like I was too needy but also hoped I'd hear from him again. That he'd taken me raw too let me know he wasn't all top or bi or straight as he'd let on and much hunch is I'll hear from him again.Why did US ship commanders shave their head before battle during the Spanish-American War?

Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… Groped and Pozzed 4 Jamal laid me out on the couch with my head on the armrest and he just sat on my face with his sweet chocolate hole right in my mouth. “I immediately began to lap away at his sweet was while at the other end my legs and ass were being lifted and supported by some pillows. I then felt a very large and stiff cock at my entrance. I could hear muffled sounds of Billy being fucked on the other end of the couch while my fucker was slowly jamming his cock into me. For the second day in a row we were being used as black man’s toys. Over the next 3 hours, each fit black god bred us at least twice, all over our home. Jamal was by far the cruelest reminding us that we are taking his poz load and that BBilly was being turned into a bottom boy slut like me because of me. At the end of the poz fuckfest, Jamal and his crew of young hung black swordsmen led Billy and I on our hands and knees to the shower and one-by-one they each emptied their bladders on us. Making us drink, getting it into our eyes and noses. They left us there in the shower as they left to get some food. Jamal told us to shower and clean up in case they come back for me. Billy looked at me like this was all my fault, but he finally admitted he saw Jamal flirting with me at the club and he wanted to test my loyalty. He paid Jamal to take me out to the car and see how far I would go. He did not know I would fold so easily. He, also, did not know that Jamal and his crew were all poz until Jamal fucked me in the car. He watched Jamal break me down so easily and then caught a glimpse of his tattoo and knew right away that Jamal was going to poz me. Even though, I had cheated and was willing to bring up the “bug” to our bed he still loved me. So after i went back into the club, Billy convinced Jamal and his friend to come over later that night to fuck him and me again as much as he wanted to until we were both pozzed. I asked how he did that. He assured me that car got quite the workout that night, and was fucked quite well long before Jamal came over later that night. As Billy told me this story of or share treachery. I got rock hard. I pushed Billies face down into the couch. I shoved my 6inch cock into his well-fucked and soon to be pozzed ass. I fucked him as hard as I could. My cock actually felt larger pumping in and out of Billy’s cunted hole. I began to giggle. Billy looked over his shoulder at me. As I pumped my load into Billy’s pozzed hole. I told him I had been cheating on him for months, and had been taking prep to keep us safe. I had known that Jamal was poz, but I was safe. While I was an ass for cheating on him. I was not bringing anything home…unlike him. By the time Jamal got back to the house, I was gone. Leaving Billy to come to terms that he had pozzed himself in an act of love/revenge, and to deal with Jamal and his crew of big black angry poz cocks. I peeked inside the window as I snuck away from the house. He was like a white speck awash in a sea of blackness. For a moment, I was jealous of him, but I knew I could find another pipe-swinger like Jamal at the club again. And no Billy to weigh me down. Maybe, i will drop PReP and take my chances I hope you all liked this ending. I wanted to close it out because I know I have several open stories Joey Hit me up I love hot chat, cam and/or phone v

I love anon sex. I usually have that when I take extended road trips and spend a night or two in a new city I haven't been to before. Hit up guys on various apps later in the evening and I can always find a horned up btm who needs a load. Sometimes I go to there place and find them ass up. When that happens I usually mount up fuck and breed in a few minutes then leave. If they are a realy good btm, I might spin em around to clean my cock and we have another round. On rare occassions I get to btm for an anon top. When that happens he calls the shots (or I hope he does as a good top). I do as he says and I get a good breeding as a reward. Often I visit the same town on a road trip a few months later and looks for anon guys. Often they are guys I have played with before. There are a few guys in various places who I breed anon enuf times that now we have exchanged numbers and hit each other up when we are near one another. I have a couple top buds that I take loads from once or twice a year that I met as anon in the beginning. So anon sometimes leads to non-anon, but it is still good fuckin so it is all good.

I've had kind of a dry streak until last week. I was visiting my cousin in south Florida where half my family lives and I got to hook up with one of the first guys I ever had sex with, 8 years later. He didn't say anything but I figured he had to recognize me. I think he was embarrassed about the first time or maybe didn't want to say something in case I wasn't the same boy. The first time we had sex it was with him and his husband but his husband wasn't around this time. Which was a bummer cause his husband his just as hot as him. I remembered everything he liked and didn't like (he didn't like his asshole touched at all, he liked being deepthroated by a guy off the side of the bed) so I feel like I was cheating. He was leaking so much precum while I was sucking him I kept thinking he shot his load. That wasn't something that happened the first time. He has a long dick that gave me trouble the first time but now it was easy. He liked being rode and I was able to come all the way off his cock, tip touching my hole before sliding back down. I don't know why but I was really working hard to make it good for him, almost to show him how good I had gotten since the last time lol. It took him a while to cum though surprisingly which is usually good but I was TIRED working him! It took so long I got in trouble with my cousin for whoring out too late 🤣 but it was needed

Chapter 39: Knock Knock As we lay together in bed, we hear someone at the door. Of course the motel had no other security devices besides the door lock. The door opened, and there was dad. He smiled and said well look at my boys, all naked and sweaty. I didn't quite know what dad meant by my boys, but it didn't really bother me as I knew the three of us would soon be having sex. Dad asked if he could join us in bed, and immediately stripped, and got in bed between us, instructing us both to get our lips on his cock and drain him. His ass was plugged holding in the motels owner which he received by watching the two of us. We both put our lips on his cock, running our lips and tongues up and down his engorged cock. We stopped a few times to kiss each other. We took turns throating his cock. Just before dad was to cum, he told us to get side by side on our backs and he would share his load with us, as we both did an amazing job pleasing him. Dad shot on both of our faces, rubbing his cum on our faces then into our mouths. Dad then told us to kiss each other. Dad then kissed each of us individually and then said he never thought he'd have both of his sons in bed together with him. We both looked at each other and said what!? Dad had called us his boys before, mouth this time he said his sons! Dad told me that the trick was his first biological son, and told the trick I was his new step son. We were both obviously shocked at the revelation, yet somehow excited at the same time. Dad explained that his first wife divorced him when she found the two of them in bed, and thats why we had to be super careful around his new wife. Dad apologized for not telling us this beforehand and asked what we thought. I had mixed feelings about it. Was this planned by dad? Did his real son know that dad was going to show up? Why didn't his real son say anything when dad first came in? Dads real son interrupted my thoughts by saying he wanted to fuck me and welcome me to the family. After he unloaded in me, we held each other and talked. He told me our dad was a very loving man, but did have a piggy side to him also. He admitted that they had discussed about pozzing him, and he had agreed to it, but then the divorce got in the way, and it never happened. He asked if dad had discussed pozzing me, and I said i was still on the fence about it. I told him that I just started prep, and dad was planning on having a gang bang with his undetectable friends. He said dads parties are always fun, and dad set one up for him, but it was with truly toxic guys and they ended up pozzing him. He did say he's on meds now, and would ask dad if he could join the gang bang. I said I'd love that. With that, we kissed and my step brother went on his way. What a wild week it had been for me while mom was away! We made love in my parents bed every night. I met my dad's real son and we both fucked each other. I started on prep anxiously awaiting dads friends to breed me soon. What else could I ask for? After we left the motel, dad and I made love one last time before mom came home. It was extra special as it would be our last time that week in my parents bed. Dad made it extra special by adding candles and having champagne for us. Dad told me he was so proud of me and happy how far they had come in a short time. Dad then asked me if i was still up for letting his undetectable friends breed me in a few weeks. I quickly said yes. Dad asked me why, and I said it had intrigued me. I told dad that through him, that I understood that having HIV, or AIDS is no longer a death sentence, and that I would never consider getting Aids. Dad told me that he would be certain that I was not to develop Aids. Dad explained that once someone was pozzed, they became part of a Brotherhood. He continued by saying the Brotherhood was strong, much like the relationship they have developed between them. I then dropped a bombshell question asking dqd if he would poz me IF I decided I wanted that. Dad said that was a tough question, but was happy I asked him. Dad said he had asked himself what he would do if I asked, and felt I would eventually ask him that. After much thought, Dad said he would, as it was the ultimate bond between us, Just like he created his son though love, he could have another "child " by pozzing him. Dad continued that now was not the time though. He explained that all things new were usually exciting, including gay sex. Dad said that becoming poz had both ups and downs, and he wanted him to experience both before the two of us came to agreement on pozzing. We had the most romantic sex that night. We both seeded each other several times before falling asleep in each others arms. Mom returned home the next afternoon which gave us time to wash the sheets, and still had time to make love in the my bed. Mom returned, and asked us how the week was. Dad told mom that it was a normal week but they were jealous that she had more time away than they had. Luckily his wife said maybe you two should do another weekend camping trip, as you seemed so happy after your Iast one. It was just what we wanted to hear. It would be perfect for my undetectable breeding experience. Dad told me he would line up his friends, and had a suprise for the weekend. Dad didn't tell me, but he actually planned to take me to a gay campground. He knew his friends woukd provide plenty of sex for him, but I would get even more!

I don’t like generalising. And I’ve always found that if I treat the people in countries I’m visiting with respect and friendliness, that is what I usually get back. Interestingly, I was in New York for the first time last week. I’d heard all about New Yorkers’ supposed rudeness before I went but I found the opposite to be true. Everyone I encountered was friendly, helpful and funny. Still, I fell in love with NYC and can’t wait to go back.

So last night I hooked up with a guy from bbrt that I wanted to hook up with for like 10 years who was in town but our schedules never aligned. He invited me over to his hotel room and ponded me with one of the fattest cocks I ever took. I used my ky warming lube and it burned soo good as pounded me. He fucked me 3 times and worked my hole with his fingers too. Two huge loads planted deep inside me and a solid 45 minutes of pounding. Pig heaven for sure. When I got home I lubed up again with the warming lube and jammed my 9” dildo in my ass and jerked off a massive load. When I woke up for work I could feel my hole was still open and dripping so I jammed in a plug that hits my prostrate and worked out another load. my ass has never felt so sore and so good from a pounding. My only regret is I didn’t stay plugged on my way into work

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.

I woke up several hours later with a severely dry mouth. I chugged an entire bottle of Gatorade, and laid back until Pup woke up. It was now mid-day going on evening, and I had originally scheduled my flight home for the next day, but I wanted to keep playing. I called and rescheduled my flight for two days out. We setup for another play session and he had me get in the sling. “What do you want now boy?”, Pup asked. I pondered for a second, “I want another slam.” “Yeah? What else do you want boy?”, he questioned. “I’ve never been gangbanged before, I want to be fucked by as many guys as possible.” “You’ll take any load from any guy I get for you?” I didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yes sir”. “And you’re not going to run to your bottle of PrEP once it’s over?” “You can take my PrEP bottle away from me if you want.” “You’re sure boy? You know I’ve already given you a toxic slam and a couple toxic loads. Without PrEP you’re going to be poz.” “I know, sir. I want your DNA inside of me.” “Good boy. Where is your PrEP bottle?” “It’s in my toiletry bag, in my suitcase.” Pup dug around until he found the bottle, held it up and said “Say Goodbye” as he left the room with it. He came back a few minutes later. To this day I have no idea what he did with it, and I don’t care. “You’re a poz meth whore now, how does it feel?” “It’s what I’ve wanted for years. It feels right.” “Fucking slut. I’m going to get you some cum. But first, I’m going to slam you. How much do you want?” “Give me a .25 again.” As much as I wanted to try a bigger slam I was afraid of how much I’d like it, and I knew once I went bigger I’d never go down again. Pup prepared a couple syringes with Trimix, he administered mine and showed me how to administer his. Once we were both hard he tied off my arm and administered my slam, then did his own. He started texting his friends and going on Grindr, Craigslist, and every other app you can think of inviting guys over to try out my hole. Within 30 minutes we had a good sized crowd. The crowd was mostly tops with one other bottom that got fucked when guys weren’t fucking me. I didn’t ask anyone’s status, but assumed most of the guys were positive since we were all barebacking. However, there was a top named Zach that made it a point to announce “By the way, I’m poz” right before he loaded my hole. My dick got even harder, and I knew for sure I’d found my calling as a poz cumdump. I got loaded by all of the tops, some a couple times, until my hole was loose and full of cum. As the sun came up on another day I climbed out of the sling and said my goodbyes as the party wound down. I was still wide awake so Pup and I played some on our own before we crashed for a few hours. After our nap pup had me setup his laptop and webcam pointed at the sling, and told me we were going to put on a show for one of his friends, we’ll call him Wolfie. I had an immediate crush on him even though he was on webcam, he’s a very hot otter in his early 30’s, with one of the best devilish grins I’ve ever seen. Pup got in the sling, administered his own slam, and then had me fist him while Wolfie watched. In the meantime Wolfie slammed himself and played with his own hole while we watched. It was so hot watching his transformation on camera from a mild mannered guy into a slammed up pig, I’ll never forget it. Once Pup was satisfied he told me to get in the sling, and I had no idea what was coming. First he produced some ankle restraints. “You’re going to experience something that I have yet to experience”, he told me as he started locking my ankles into place. “I’m going to force slam you, and you don’t have a choice.” With that, he put a blindfold on me and I was completely at his mercy. I heard locks being fastened to the ankle restraints and he grabbed my wrists and did the same. I was excited and way more nervous than I’d been all weekend, my entire body was electrified and he hadn’t slammed me yet. Pup ran the needle over my skin without injecting me, waves of electricity emanated through my body from where it touched me. After playing with me for a bit, and as Wolfie watched from afar, Pup tied off my arm. “Get ready to fly”, Pup said as he administered my fourth and final slam of the weekend. I had no control over how big it was, and I loved giving up control to him. The electric feeling in my body was immediately replaced with the pure pleasure released by the slam. Earlier in the weekend I had told Pup about Kyle, and told him I wanted him to make a video to send to him as I knew he read stories like this on Breeding Zone, but I was living it. As I was still blissed out Pup pulled out his phone and started recording. “What’s your name?” I had to think to answer, but finally managed, “Lee”. “And what’s your ex-boyfriends name?” “Kyle” “What did I just do to you?” “Slammed me with meth.”, I laughed, realizing it would be almost unbelievable to Kyle when he saw this. Pup turned the phone on himself and said, “I’m corrupting your ex-boyfriend Kyle. Enjoy.” “Fuck me”, I begged. Pup put the phone down and fucked me hard while Wolfie watched and I thought about what Kyle would think when he saw the video. Pup dumped his load in me, and tried to fist me but my hole was too sore from all the play it got over the weekend. After we signed off with Wolfie, Pup ordered me to shower, and as I went into the bathroom I looked myself in the mirror, and saw what I can only describe as my evil twin. With my pupils dilated and flying high I was no longer the nice guy that everyone’s parents loved. The guy that made guys wait several dates before he’d sleep with them. Meth had unlocked a sex crazed side of me that I never knew could exist, and I was loving every minute of it. After my shower Pup could tell I was coming down and that I was exhausted from our weekend of play. He had me take several vitamins to replenish my body, and gave me something to sleep again. Then he cuddled me while I fell asleep, and I crashed knowing that I was forever changed by this weekend. I flew home and took a few days off of work to recover. Pup had a cold when I visited, and I went home with it. While I was still getting over the cold my lymph nodes throughout my body swelled up like I’ve never experienced before. I texted Pup to tell him what was happening, and he texted back “Got you!”, which just confirmed what I thought… I was seroconverting. In the few months after Easter I’ve avoided T & G, but I have been fucked and/or fisted at least once a week since. Sex, even sober, is way better now that I’m not stressing about status, and I’ve given up the pretense of being a “good guy”. At this point I want to find a partner that would willingly whore me out to his friends, or lock me in a sling at a bathhouse. I never could have admitted that to myself before. And this upcoming weekend, yet another long weekend for America’s July 4, I’m returning to visit Pup. Playing with him again will give a whole new meaning to “Independence Day”.

Oh man, you won't believe what happened to me over the Easter weekend. So, I (m42, bearish daddy type) was at the mall just browsing the bookstore, looking for something good to read. That's when I saw her - this young chick with curves in all the right places, wearing a cute little crop top that showed off her belly button and goth-style clothes. She was checking out the horror section, and I couldn't resist making my way over there to strike up a conversation. I found out her name was Tamara and we hit it off. We talked about the books we were into and she told me she really wanted to buy some, but didn't have enough cash. So, I offered to pay for them in exchange for some company. She looked at me at first a little perplexed then it dawned on her what I was asking. It was a big gamble. I mean, if she said yes, she would literally become a book whore. But I offered to buy Hardcover, so ... But after a bit of hesitation, she agreed, I paid for the books and we headed out of the store and to the one mall bathroom, where usally nobody went to (because the food Court had a better one). We went into the stall and she looked shyly up to me, unsure of what to do. Perfect, I like to be in charge. "Undress", I told her. She put the bag with books on the hook and started to take of her clothes. She had white bra and some nasty ripped panties underneath, that didn't cover her pushy. She was cleanly shaven. "I will take a picture of you, for my collection", I added. She looked shyly in the Camera, but I didn't push it further. I wanted to fuck her, not spook her with making more pictures. So here is the one picture: "Kneel", I ordered and she went on her knees. I open my zipper and took my hard Cock out. I hold it out to her and she slowly took it in her mouth. She had no trouble taking it in and started sucking. She was good. She grabbed my balls with one hand, while she managed to seep throat all my 7 to 8 inches. I was impressed. She gagged a little, while carassing my balls. Her other hand went to my butt and Slipper between my cheeks, caressing my butthole. Oh what a nice little bookslut this one was ... But I usually don't come anymore from somebody sucking me. Since my twenties that stopped working, unless they are really professional. i think if I would have let her, Tamara could have done it. But I wanted to put my seed in her. I grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up. I pressed my mouth on hers, which was wet from salvia. I could taste my Cock in her tongue. I pushed her around, pressed her against the wall, so I could have access to her big butt. I grabbed her by the pushy and my finger slipped effortlessly in. She was soaking wet. Buying hardcover really seemed to work. I positioned myself behind her pushed my dick in her. She was so wet, it went in without much trouble. She groaned. "Oh daddy", she whispered. Holy fuck, I think my rock hatd Cock got even harder. I pushed completely into her and could hear a surpassed cry. She bit her lip to not cry out loud. She looked back at me. "Fuck me, Daddy, fill me up." She didn't had to tell me twice. I started pounding her, watching her soft body giggle with every stroke. That's why I like fucking chubby and fat girls. They giggle so nicely. Her white hairless skin was a nice contrast to my hairy belly and I just jackhammerd her pussy from behind for like 5 minutes, before I could feel the buildup. It was intense. I didn't came since I bred the twink last week. I exploded into her, grunting loudly. "Yeah, Dandy, fill me up, make me pregnant!" I laughed a little. Now that my Lust was taken care of it sounded a little fake. But she turned around and the grin on her face felt genuine. She put on back her clothes without cleaning herseld up. When she pulled up her pants, I could see my sperm running down her leg. "If you want to buy me more stuff, I can give you my number. I could use another sugar daddy." Ah, the youth of today. Of course I took her number. She was talented.

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

Here's a new study on the topic of Doxy as a prophylactic intervention for STD's. "The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention is drafting recommendations for using it as a kind of morning-after pill for preventing STDs, said Dr. Leandro Mena, director of the agency’s STD prevention division. The drug is already used to treat a range of infections. A study published last week in the New England Journal of Medicine showed its potential to prevent sexually transmitted infections. In the study, about 500 gay men, bisexual men and transgender women in Seattle and San Francisco with previous sexually transmitted infections took one doxycycline pill within 72 hours of unprotected sex. Those who took the pills were about 90% less likely to get chlamydia, about 80% less likely to get syphilis, and more than 50% less likely to get gonorrhea compared with people who did not take the pills after sex, the researchers found." [think before following links] https://www.oregonlive.com/health/2023/04/this-inexpensive-pill-might-fight-skyrocketing-sexually-transmitted-infections.html?utm_source=ground.news&utm_medium=referral

This one, especially when it is my turn to be the guy on his back.

As a pure breeding TOP I am sometimes lazy so when I visit a sauna or go to the beach I like to lay on my back so all the fuck meat bottoms who are looking for cock up there ass can see my mostly then half erect cock. Very often they will approche and start playing with my cock until fully erect and they just will pin there ass onto my cock and ride it. and I will do nothing..... just let them and enjoy the ride and breed them at the end. So on my back getting served is my favorite position.

Brazilians, I flew that awful flight from JFK and Miami just to get another go around with the guys down there. They were the friendliest, most sexually aggressive bunch of men I have been around. I loved it there, hoping to go a third time.

Indeed - Lab parties attract a lot of guys - 200+ and especially at Easter/Folsom can have upward of 1,000. There's really no need to use them for cruising. Anyone and everyone who's into whatever the party is is going to be there. The one or two local people in Friedrichshain who you might see online are not there are likely to not be there for a reason. (Eg financial, they're not into rubber) and you're unlikely to get the to come along if you're not there. If you're in that crowd and can't find any fun, then TBH, really the issue is with YOU not all the other guys.

I'm actually hoping the old man is responsible enough to not let anyone else poz the boy up. Gotta make sure his seed is the one that takes, assuming it hasn't already. 😈

@versmetropig - this gives a whole new meaning (and altoGeTher kinKier and hoTTer) to crucifixion ...

Thanks for the follow mate. Nice arse. 1000s more pics and vids of me on www.twitter.com/jonny4dad or www.xhamster.com/users/jonnytwink

FTL was great- Cumunion at Slammers was fun - not as crowded as the weekend but still worth a visit. This coming WEd is their Anniversary party - would recommend going . I forget how open and free the place is- for all types of guys and ages. The variety of rooms, and orgy areas is nice - the little darkroom by the entrance still rules i got loaded quite a few times bentover taking anon loads from strangers- but the bottoms that come in that are grabby , obxnious and cock blockers while you're bent over are the worst. As the guy next to me said Sat night- these fucking bottoms -can't take em anywhere - he made me laugh but he was right there is no respect in that room -politeness and patience went out with the last decade! LOL Slammers is a much if you visit-- the parking lot fills up after 9ish but they do open another lot but that can fill up as well. The place really starts hopping around 11 -1 . The guys that run the place are friendly and so nice -its nice to see- i've been to so many places where the host are such primadonnas its a nice change. The one thing i learned -and my peers will know its true- when you're over a certain age - the knees just don't hold up on those fuck benches -i realized i'm not 28 or 40 any more! i've been in recovery for the last couple of days just resting my body back -the things you do for a dick in a hole !

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.

Agreed, 100%. Even if some characteristic in a bottom precludes the (presumed) instinct for self-preservation, merely the prospect of living healthier longer, and thus enabling the thrill of taking loads off thousands more Cocks, thus extending the exercise of the depths of their lusts, could be enough to take the appropriate steps. We need all - every single one of us - to be as sexually active as possible, for as long as possible.

Last Tuesday I came across a business traveler on Sniffies. He was staying at a hotel around the corner from where I live, but his profile pic, like mine, was of his ass. He was a bottom too, though his profile did say vers bottom. I'm a bottom through and through but those smooth brown cheeks and the little pucker peeking out from between them rearranged by brain chemistry and I found myself messaging him. "Hey, want that ass eaten?" "Yes," came the reply. Fifteen minutes later I was knocking on the door to his room. He unlatched it so I could push it open; by the time I was inside he was back on the bed, ass-up and ready. All the lights were off and the curtains closed, and for the first few minutes all I could make out was a silhouette. But that was all I needed. I dropped to my knees and began to eat his ass with a gusto I don't often have for analingus. As I ate I also stroked his cock, which got hard in my hand. I felt his hole push outward against my tongue a few times and then, suddenly, I could taste cum! Someone had nutted in his ass and he was now feeding that stranger's load to me. My tongue dug deep, probing for every last drop. It was at this point that I heard a soft knock at the door. "Get that," he instructed me. I unlatched the door the way he had for me, and quickly returned to my position on my knees so I could continue my search for stranger cum. With my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see that the newcomer was a black guy, though I couldn't see him well enough to discern his age. He stripped quickly and got on his back on the bed. Our host sucked his cock until it was hard, then slid forward. In no time he was straddling the new guy and sliding his stiff cock into his spit-slicked hole. Not to be left out, I moved up the bed so that I could tongue his hole and the other guy's shaft together. It only took a few minutes before the new guy announced he was going to cum, and I could feel the pulses of his thick black shaft as he unloaded deep into our host. They made out some more as the newcomer's cock slipped out of his ass. I cleaned it off - shaft, balls, and all - before turning my attention back to our host's asshole. It was gaped and dripping cum, and I lapped up every last drop. The other guy got dressed just as quickly as he had stripped and disappeared out the door, leaving the two of us alone again. My host rolled onto his back and wagged his cock at me. Taking the hint, I swallowed his entire seven-inch length in one gulp, causing him to gasp with pleasure. I worked it expertly with my throat until I heard him say, "Ride me." I had douched before leaving the house just in case, so I was more than ready. I dropped my pants on the floor, stepping out of them to free my legs. I climbed atop him and with no lube other than my saliva, I grasped his shaft and guided the tip to my hungry hole. Once the head had popped inside me I sank back, taking his entire length inside me. He bucked his hips up and down, holding me by the waist until in only a few short minutes he gasped again and I felt the telltale pulses as he filled my guts. Once the pulses faded away I climbed off him and took his length in my mouth again, savoring the sweet taste of cum and ass together. Once I had cleaned him off I dressed and headed for the door without another word.

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.“

PART FIVE It was a combination of happiness & relief when I turned around and saw the sexy tatted guy from before standing in front of me, his fingers still in my arse. I was so relieved, and let's face it, high & horny, that I wrapped my arms round his neck and started making out with him. During the blowbang I didn't kiss anyone & I'd never kissed a guy properly before so here I was, having my first ever passionate kiss with a guy while I was being filmed for a gay site. His cock was rock hard between us as we continued to kiss and he drove his fingers deep into my arse, working them in & out. It kinda hurt a bit as he worked his fingers deeper but I was loving it so much even though the poppers were wearing off. He REALLY knew what he was doing! "Looks like someone's happy to see you again Tim!" I heard Seth laugh. I broke off from our kiss, "Hey I'm not the only one!" and started stroking Tim's long hard dick as I started to kneel down while he turned the shower off. I couldn't help myself, I needed that cock in my mouth again. "That's my good little faggot, get my big dick good & wet so I can claim that arse of yours." I knew I railed against being called a fag earlier by one of the other guys, but Tim had such a calming presence I just wanted to make him so happy. "God you're so good at that baby. That'll do for the moment, I don't wanna cum too soon. Now get up & turn around for me." I did as he said, presenting him my arse. "Mmmmm, you've been giving it a good soaping up too, wanting to get it ready for your man." He tapped me to take some more poppers as he brought the cameraman closer. "Get a good look at this hole mate, because it's gonna look totally different in a few minutes' time." I'd taken a few hits as he was saying that so I couldn't help but push back as he inserted three fingers into my arse to brace himself while he was standing up. The anticipation was overwhelming me, I needed his cock so bad! "Put your hands against the wall Cody, and lean over as far as you can." I did as he said while he roughly pulled his fingers out. It hurt a little, but my need for his dick surpassed that. I looked back just in time as he was slowing pushing the head of his dick inside me. I was too far gone to care that he didn't have a condom on, I was just enjoying the feeling of my hole slowly being filled. I was moaning out of pain & pleasure at the same time. Tim had taken the one hand he was using to guide his cock into me and now had both hands on my hips so he could get as deep as he could. And I wanted him all the way in. He told me to stand up properly and I could feel his pubes against my arse. "ALLL the way into my little bottom faggot!" he announced and Seth & the crew cheered. I could feel his hot breath against my ear and he whispered into it, "Now I've fucked so many arses in my lifetime and I know a virgin when I'm in one. This is your first time isn't it?" I nodded. "I thought so, so I'm gonna make sure you never forget it!" and with that, he pulled my face back into a deep kiss and started pounding me from behind. I was shocked at how good it felt to have a cock inside me, I'd heard about the sensitivity of the prostate & stuff but the absolute pounding Tim was giving my arse was that to the nth degree! I couldn't help but groan my pleasure as he fucked me. I leant my face back towards him for another kiss and he spat into my open mouth, "You need to know your place fag, and that is to lean over further for me." He pulled my legs back a bit & I braced myself against the shower wall for him. I'd seen so many girls striking that pose before in pornos and here I was doing the same. "Oh fuck yes......I can get even deeper here......won't be long now!" I could hear Tim say as he started driving deeper and harder. The poppers had well & truly worn off by now but the feeling of him deep inside me was all too much & I shot thick ropes of cum onto the shower floor. Seth & the guys started to cheer, telling Tim what I'd done. "Fuck yeah...and that's why I'm the best in the business" he said and held himself hard against my arse. I could feel as his cock pulsed that he was cumming inside me which drew me back to reality a bit. I'd taken this guy without a condom & he'd cum in me?! Given he was one of their regular performers, he'd be making sure he was all clear from anything though. "You're a natural mate, now let's make sure it takes so you're fully converted" he whispered as he withdrew his cock before jamming a couple of fingers roughly into my hole, hard enough it made me jump. What did he mean by that? That I was a total bottom now? "He a good one Tim? I heard Seth ask. "Fucking awesome mate, brought us in another beauty" he said and high fived Seth as he walked past. I wanted to catch up with him but Seth called out to me before I could. "You bend over for us Cody so we can see that freshly seeded hole of yours." I did as I was told, and once again, could feel the camera moving in for a closeup on my arse. "Well Tim was right, it does look a lot different from when he started!" I was expecting to feel some cum dribbling out of my arse but I guess Tim had cum so deep (and with the use of his fingers) it was well inside me. "Looks like there's still some cleaning up for you to do too thanks Cody." I turned round and saw the puddle of my cum on the shower floor. "Be a good boy and clean that up for us." and he motioned for me to get down to lick it up. I felt so degraded, on all fours, arse way up in the air and wide open, looking into the camera as I slurped up the cum from the floor. Fortunately I hadn't been using too much soap so I was just slurping & licking up cum with a bit of water from the shower there too so it wasn't too different from last time. Despite how I was feeling & the thoughts racing through my head I picked up every drop and did my best to smile for the camera when it was all gone. Thankfully the cameraman said he'd got enough & I shakily got to my feet again. END OF PART FIVE

8. Jay "He came in you, didn't he?" Tucker asked me. I couldn't quite believe it myself either. Six hours ago, I was chatting with a girl, hoping to get her home. But now, a second man had just cum in my hole. Even though I barely knew him, I was still milking his dick, trying to get every drop of thick white cum out of him. I had a nagging memory, of high school health class, of gay friends telling me their fears, that this wasn't a good idea. That I was putting myself at risk. But there was a bigger imperative that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more. More men. More dick. More cum. I would worry about the aftermath later. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "He did." Damon had shot his load in my hole. The very idea made me happier than I ever remember being, and I never wanted it to end. "Lucky," Tucker said. Damon pushed his dick into me once more. It also pushed his load deeper into me. "Don't worry," Damon said. He pulled out his cock, leaving me suddenly empty. "There's more for you." Tucker swallowed and forced a smile. "Great," he said, but I could see the terror in his eyes. I wondered what it had been like for him, getting fucked so intensely that he had passed out. I wondered what he had thought about, as the blackness enveloped him even as Damon's cock continued its relentless assault. The fear must have been overpowering, yet there was nothing he could have done about it. But the thought quickly drifted away from me. All I could think about was how my ass was an empty void, and how much I wanted another dick in me. "Looks like that hit the spot," Aiden said. I nodded, not sure what the right answer was. "And that you need another cock up your ass." I nodded my head again. "Let's leave these two," he continued, then turned to Tucker. "I'll check up on you guys later. And Tucker, make sure you keep him happy." "Yeah, uh, sure boss," Tucker stammered. I looked down; I didn't want to meet his eyes as I went off with Aiden and left Tucker alone and unsupervised with Damon. I noticed that his cock had shriveled up like mine and wondered what the cause was; Damon's dick was semi-hard, and Aiden's was straining against the white underwear he had on. "Good boy," he said, then motioned for me. "Come on. I have some new friends for you to meet." The lights had been turned down even more, and I almost lost Aiden in the darkness. At least his white underwear gave me something to follow. Eventually, he stopped by the bar; it was an oasis of light, with a small light suspended over it. There was one other man there, a man a little shorter than me, wearing only a pair of red sneakers. He was thick with muscles, had a thick, trimmed beard and broad, and sported an amazingly hairy chest. Through the neatly trimmed chest hair, I could see a few tattoos. Even soft, his cock was still thick and long, hanging down over balls clearly heavy with cum. "Alex," Aiden said to the man. "Hey," Alex said. "This is Jay. He's new here tonight." Aiden turned to me. "This is Alex. I'll let you guys get to know each other properly." "First night, huh?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Welcome," he said. He reached over and ran his hand through my chest hair. Alex's fur was darker and thicker; next to him my light brown chest hair seemed almost non-existent. "You're a cute one." "Thanks," I said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. His skin was warm and he smelled like a man, a bit sweaty and musky. If I needed any other reminder of his masculinity, his dick was pressing against my thigh, already semi-hard. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in, lifted his head up, and kissed me. The height difference was a bit disconcerting, that he was both shorter and the more dominant one. But I quickly forgot about anything other than the feeling of his body next to mine and his tongue in my mouth. "See what you are doing to me?" he asked as he broke off our kiss. I looked down and saw that his cock was now nestled between my legs and pointing straight forward. His cockhead was just nestled against my hole. "Nice," he said. He pushed his hips in, letting the head rub against the cum leaking out of me. "You've been fucked already, haven't you?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Three times," I continued, blushing. It felt odd, to be admitting how many men had used me. I wondered what time it was and how many hours had passed since that first, almost innocent, kiss with Rod. "Nice," Alex said, pressing his furry body even closer to me. "That's hot," he said. "Especially on your first night here." "Yeah," I said. I mean, it had felt nice having another man cum in me, even if it hadn't ever happened to me before. It felt natural to be gently grinding my ass against Alex's dick. But, everything was still so new and confusing. I had been indoctrinated into heterosexuality my entire life, and suddenly a new door had opened for me. "It's been fun," I finally said. "Good," Alex said. He had an arm wrapped around me. It made me feel safe. "Want to have a bit more fun?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I pushed my hips against his, feeling his dick slide against my hole. I wanted it inside me. I stopped worrying what people thought about me. I stopped worrying what I thought about myself. I focused on what felt good. I focused on what I wanted. "I want you. Inside me." "That's what I want too, boy," he said, and kissed me. His beard was surprisingly soft on my face. "But first, that hole needs to be eaten out. Follow me." This time, he held my hand, dragging me into the dark room of men. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Damon and Tucker arrive at the bar right as we left. But before I could confirm, other men stepped into my vision, some naked, some with jockstraps, but I as I saw now, no one was fully clothed any longer. Alex guided me to a corner, then pushed me up against a wall. It was forceful, but not rough, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I remembered how good Rod's tongue had felt against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed out my ass so Alex could bury his furry face in it. He got down on his knees behind me and pressed his tongue into my crack. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "Gotten fucked good, I can tell." "Yeah," I moaned, as he pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to his explorations. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be exposed like this in front of a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was pounding in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as he rubbed his beard against my hole. It was just as soft as it was against my lips, and I couldn't wait to feel his dick inside me as well. "So fucking tasty," he said, as his tongue pushed into my hole. I wanted him inside me, but at the same time I was conscious that he was lapping up the cum that had been injected into me. I wanted him to stop; those loads were mine to keep. The men had injected them deep into me. They had marked me, let me share some of their masculinity. But, almost as quickly as I had that thought, I wanted his tongue to push deeper. I needed to open myself up to him, and allow him to experience me as intimately and as completely as the other men had. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Despite how turned on I was, it was small and soft. I was aroused as I had ever been, but yet, my dick was being recalcitrant and stubborn. It didn't matter; so far, all the men had been more than satisfied to use their stiff manhood against my hole. Still, I couldn't help but play with myself. "That's it boy," Alex said, between diving back between my cheeks and returning to my hungry hole. "Play with yourself." Notwithstanding my hand on my dick and his mouth on my hole, I remained perversely soft. I glanced around; the men were stiff and hard, their cocks straining against their underwear and sliding in and out of tight holes. The men were proud of their dicks and the pleasure each one got from their erections. All around me, there were men, enjoying their bodies and their cocks. I wondered what was wrong with me. Alex pulled away from my ass. I could feel how wet he had gotten my hole with the combination of his spit and the semen still dripping out. He stood back up and turned me around. We kissed; his whiskers were wet and the fluids dripped into my mouth. I had only tasted my own cum before; I recognized the familiar salty bitterness of semen, but the flavors were different from the times I had tasted mine. I was tasting the semen that had been fucked into my hole. It had been so long since I had tasted another man's spooge. He hadn't called me a disgusting cocksucker yet, so I licked his beard again, this time intentionally and carefully. I thought I could taste each man who had pleasured himself with me. Rod's semen was like a fine whiskey, dark, mature, and intense. Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder. But the differences didn't matter. What mattered was that each man had offered me such a special chance to get to know him, and that I had been able to receive their seed. "You like that, huh?" Alex asked me, as I licked his beard again. "Yeah," I said. I was a bit embarrassed with my admission. I wasn't supposed to be hungry for another man's semen, and I tried not to meet his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that. There's plenty more for you here." He motioned to the men around me. I looked around. On my left, a boy, not much older than myself, was kneeling down in front of a hairy, muscular, older man. The older man's chest hair was flecked with grey, but his cock was stiff and thick, and sliding in and out of the boy's mouth. On my left, another young guy was leaning against the window, his legs spread with a tall black man forcing a massive dick into his hole. "Here's one for you," Alex said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My face was even with his dick. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and Alex's cockhead slid in, like two magnets clasping together. I looked up, Alex was staring down at me, smiling. "Go ahead," he said. "Your mouth feels great." I ran my tongue over his dickhead, licking up the pre-cum from his piss slit. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're good." It wasn't long before his dickhead was pressing up against the back of my mouth and demanding entrance to my throat. I didn't want to gag. I had seen girls gag on my own dick and it seemed disrespectful to Alex to reject his manhood like that. "It's your first night out," Alex said, smiling and stroking my curly hair. "Just relax. There's plenty of time to get used to this." I swallowed, and his cock slipped into my throat. It was an invasion, even more so than Rod's cock sliding into my asshole. It was easier to disassociate from the ass fucking than it was from a cock pushing its way into my throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of invasion. I wanted Alex to be inside me, to feel the pleasure I could give him. "Fuck, that's a nice throat," he said. I re-opened my eyes and looked up. His head was arched back, but I could still make out the expression of happiness on his face. I put my hands on his muscular thighs, balancing myself against his muscular bulk. They were thick and hairy, the way a man should feel. I turned back to his cock, focusing on the thick erection pushing its way into my body. Far from gagging on his dick like I feared, it felt good to have it in my throat. I was enjoying being down on my knees, servicing this hot, hairy, hard man. It felt good to be able to take Alex's cock, to be able to accept such a precious gift. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure of sucking dick. Alex's thick cock pushed into my throat. I might have gagged once or twice, but as intense as it felt, it was little consequence to Alex, and therefore, it wasn't important for me. Instead, it was just my way of thanking him for the pleasure of his dick in my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I lost track of time. Even a century wouldn't have been enough time to give him the pleasure I wanted. "You're enjoying this," Alex said, finally breaking my cocksucking reverie. "I can tell. The way your throat feels on my cockhead." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His was smiling at me, his brown eyes wide in the dim light and the pleasure. I could see a tattoo across his chest; there was black text, but I was in the wrong position to read it. However, right in front of me, there was another tattoo, a red one, three interlocking semi-circles with barbed ends. The symbol looked familiar, dangerous and a bit sexy. However, it was hard to place it. Alex saw me staring at it. "You like it?" he asked. Even with his cock buried in my throat, I nodded. "It's my warning symbol. Just in case you had any doubts." I nodded again, not entirely sure what he meant by a warning symbol. No man as beautiful as him, with a cock so perfect needed a warning symbol. "Maybe you can earn one as well," he said. I nodded again. It didn't matter what he said. The only correct answer was to say yes, to give him any pleasure he wanted. He reached down and played with my hair. He ran his fingers through my thick curls, gently pushing me further down on his cock. I had thought I had gotten the full length of it into my throat but with his guidance, I found another inch of manhood disappear into my mouth. I gagged again, but the intense agony of it was merely my small gift towards Alex's pleasure. "That's it," Alex said. "Take it all." His voice was deep and resonant. I wondered if the entire room could hear him telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I glanced around, but the other men hadn't seemed to break their relentless rhythm of sucking, fucking, and making out. It was just me and Alex, at home in our universe of masculine pleasure. "Fuckin' sucked it hard," he said, as he released the pressure on my head. "Mmmmph," I managed to say, as I gasped for air. He had pulled his stiff shaft out. I was empty; there was only the puddles of cum in my ass to remind me of the men that had fucked me. However, the empty feeling in my gut was secondary to my need for air. I was gulping down air, smelling the heat and sweat from the men in the room. However, at close quarters, the dominant scent was Alex, a wild, masculine musk that reminded me of the old locker room on campus. My dick twitched again, but I knew it was still worryingly soft. He pulled me back up right and wrapped an arm around me. Although shorter, his arms were long and wrapped with muscle. He reached up, his thick beard rubbing up against my stubble, and kissed me. "You want me inside you?" he asked, before pressing his warm lips against mine and forcing his tongue inside of me. "Yes," I said, without hesitation. All that was important and all that was correct was to say yes to Alex's every sexual need. I had already let two men penetrate me. I was not in a position to deny him the simple pleasure of fucking me. "Yes," I repeated. "Good," he said. He kissed me once more, before skillfully spinning me around and leaning me up against the tall window. In front of me, spread out like diamonds were the lights of LA. It was mesmerizing, but even so, when Alex pressed his dickhead against my hole, I closed my eyes. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me and possessing me. He pressed his hairy chest against my back and wrapped his arm back around me. I felt safe in Alex's embrace. It was both masculine and caring, a concept that had been alien to me only eight hours ago and was now almost natural and eternal. "Relax," he whispered into my ear. "This is for both of us to enjoy." I exhaled and he pressed his shaft into me. He was just as hard as ever, and his thick shaft filled me up, more than satisfying my deepest needs and urges. "Wet hole," he said, as the accumulated cum greased his path into my gut. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels good." "Hell yeah," Alex said. His dick continued its relentless thrust into my body, pushing the semen already inside of me deeper into my guts. For a moment, I realized the danger that I was exposing myself to; there had been the endless, embarrassing high school sex ed classes with the unremitting reminders of the dangers of sex with a condom, much less the risks of unprotected sex. But the fear quickly passed. Alex was muscular and strong, healthy and fit, and it was hard to imagine any danger beyond his dick being too big for my hole. Or not big enough to satisfy my insatiable needs. Something had gotten to my head. My mind kept on slipping to sleazier thoughts and I was dangerously sanguine about the raw and intense sex I had been enjoying. I had let Alex penetrate me so easily, and his raw cock up my hole felt so natural and perfect. I remembered the bumps of cocaine that Aiden had given me and wondered if that was affecting me. Or the pipe that Damon had given me to smoke. Alex pressed his body against mine, his furry chest rubbing against my back. "Look out the window," he whispered. "All those lights." I nodded in agreement. It was beautiful, a private world that just he and I shared. Alex continued. "So white, intense. Like pools of sperm." He gently twisted my head back towards his, and we kissed. His tongue pressed into me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever been happier in my life. Alex's dick was now deep in my ass, thrusting in and out, rubbing the accumulated spooge into my body. I relished the feeling, that the two loads Rod had given me, the load that Damon had given me, and soon the load that Alex with gift me would be permanently a part of me. My dick twitched at the thought of the men marking me. "Mmmm," Alex whispered in my ear. "Tighten up that ass. Milk my dick dry." I tried my best to squeeze my ass around Alex's cock, but after three men, it felt loose. But he moaned each time, so it must have been having an effect. "Nice hole," he said. "We're going to have to play some more." He let his hand drift down towards my groin and it quickly found my dick. He played with it, but I remained just as soft as always. "You party tonight?" "Party?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, tina? Crystal?" I realized what Damon had been letting me smoke. Friends had talked about crystal meth, how it fucked you up, sometimes permanently. But this wasn't fucked up. This was pure amazing, and if it lasted my entire life, it wouldn't be nearly long enough. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I have been." I blushed. I had just admitted using some crazy insane drug to this hot man. I was terrified of how he would respond and even the few seconds he paused before responding was fearful agony for me. "Nice," he whispered into my ear. "We need to PnP together. Damn hot tweaked out muscle bottom," he said. It was dirty and depraved and it made my dick twitch in pleasure. "Tonight?" he whispered. I was surprised he was asking me a question. He didn't need to do ask me anything. All I wanted him to do was to take what he wanted from me. It was my pleasure to give him whatever he required from me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. "Breed you?" I started nodding even before he had finished speaking. My desire had passed mere want, and it was now a fundamental need of mine to get more sperm inside me. "Yes," I said. "Of course. Cum in me. Breed me. Mark me." "That's what I want to hear," a new voice said. I looked away from the cityscape in front of me to see that Aiden had re-joined us. The two men, Alex and Aiden, might have been brothers, just separated by twenty-odd years. In the light from the window, I noticed how Aiden's chest hair was flecked with grey, and immediately wondered what it would look like with my cum sprayed across his chest. "A hungry boy." "Fucking hungry hole," Alex said. The two men kissed, as Alex pushed his dick deeper into me. I watched them make out, their eyes closed, each of them lost in their own private world of pleasure. "I'm going to breed your boy," Alex whispered to Aiden. "Fucking load him up with my seed." "Good," Aiden said. "I know he'd like that." Aiden ran his hand across my body, over my chest, down my flat stomach, before finding my traitorous dick. Despite my arousal, it was still soft, flaccid, and small. It was good that I was getting fucked, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing situation. Aiden leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad you're making so many new friends tonight. I'm glad you came to the party with me." I could only nod in agreement. "Feels good," I murmured, as Aiden pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, as he stroked my dick. "Him inside me." "Good," Aiden said. "It's supposed to feel good. Just enjoy it." He kissed me again. "Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be just fine." "I want him to cum in me. Give me his seed." It was so strange to be saying those words, but yet it felt so natural. When I set out to the club that night, it was supposed to end that I was the one fucking some chick. I was the one who should have been injecting my sperm into her warm pussy. But instead, it was my hole that was getting defiled and degraded. "Tell him that," Aiden said. "Let Alex know what you want. What you need." It wasn't a command, but yet I knew there was no way I would ignore his request. It felt so reasonable and natural to tell Alex that my hole was his to breed. "Please, Alex," I said. "Cum in me. Give me your seed." "Is he?" Alex asked. I was confused, but then realized the question was directed at Aiden. I tried to figure out what Alex was asking. But, right as I focused, Alex pressed his dick back into me, and all I could do was moan in pleasure. "Nah. He's practically a virgin. But he's spoken for." Aiden stroked my dick, and the sensations overrode the foreboding I had about what he had just said. "Spoken for?" Alex asked. The way he said it gave me pause. I didn't want to be anyone's possession. I had just gotten out of my parent's house, and it was time to be my own man. But I remembered how protected I was when Rod wrapped his arms around me. Or how safe I felt with Aiden looking out for me at the party. Or most of all, how Alex cared for me enough to give me his load. Around these men, I was going to be ok. "Yeah," Aiden said. "But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun tonight." "You're right," Alex replied. He continued. "Fuck. This is going to feel good." Where Damon had been forceful and careless, Alex's every stroke was intentional and planned. As his cock slid in and out of my hole, I realized Alex had only one goal he was mindlessly pursuing. It was the goal of every red-blooded man, the only goal we had in life. It was to spread his seed far and wide, to impregnate every available pussy, whether willing or unwilling. Every thrust and parry of his cock was carefully planned and executed to push him closer to that fundamental masculine need. "It feels good, doesn't it," Aiden whispered into my ear. "His cock, inside you." I nodded. It was hard to deny what he had said. Alex's cock was sliding in and out, each stroke bringing him closer to that essential relief Alex needed so badly. Just as badly, I wanted to give him that relief, and the thick spurts of man-juice it entailed. It felt so dirty, so sleazy, but also so good. "Yeah," I finally said, lost in the pleasures of getting fucked. "I want your load," I grunted to Alex. "Give it to me." "Oh fuck," Alex grunted. His strokes were no longer the long, deep thrusts. His pace was faster and he was forcing himself right to the edge. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again. "Give it to me," I said. I had never craved something this badly in my life before. All I wanted was this man to cum in me. I wanted him to breed me. I didn't understand it when Damon had first told me he was going to breed me. But now, getting bred by a hot man was the only thing that mattered in my life. "Fucking breed me," I said. "OH FUCK," he said, this time ramming his cock deep into me. I felt Alex's cock pulse and surge and his thick, wet, cum fill my gut. Each man had been better than the last, and Alex's orgasm was practically a religious experience. "TAKE IT," Alex grunted. In the center of my torso, the wetness grew as Alex drained his balls into me. The perfection and peace of that moment, the moment where his semen filled me up, was going to be a feeling I was going to chase for the rest of my life. "Breed me," I grunted. I was on the verge of tears, so happy that Alex was impregnating me with his seed. "Fuck, this is nice," Aiden whispered. "You taking that hot load." "TAKE IT," Alex grunted once more. He was in his own world, where the only thing that mattered was his cock and how good it felt. I squeezed my ass, massaging and milk his dick. I tried to tell myself it was just to give pleasure to Alex, but I knew that my single focus was getting more seed in my hole. "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," Aiden said. I squeezed my hole again, and was rewarded by a visceral grunt from Alex plus another squirt of his precious jizz. It landed directly into my rectum.

7. Damon The wife had left for the weekend, visiting her sister, and it was my chance to do everything that she didn't need to know about. I slammed back into the boy. Aiden had introduced him, but I couldn't remember his name. James, maybe. Jay, maybe. It didn't matter. All that mattered was my cock, and how all eleven inches was buried deep in his defenseless hole. "Give me that pipe," I said to the other boy. His name was Tucker. I had fucked him the last time Tanya had visited her sister. I remembered him because he had passed out when I forced the last inch of my cock into his hole. I didn't bother to stop. His hole had stretched open to accommodate and welcome my dick and I was not going to turn down such a pleasure. Besides, Edward had given Tucker a safe word. It was not my fault he had fainted before he had a chance to use it. "Yes, Sir," Tucker said. He handed me the pipe; it was still relatively full of crystal. After her sister, Tanya was going on a work trip. I had several days to enjoy myself, and I was going to do it properly. I took the pipe and torch, and started to heat it up. "Now we're really going to have some fun," I said. Well, at least I was going to have some fun. Tucker and the boy Jay, well, they were the toys that I was going to have so much fun playing with. Hopefully, I wouldn't break them. But, if I did, there were plenty more faggots where they came from, hungry for my thick, long, black cock. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and inhaled. The drugs were clean and potent and I sucked in thick clouds, letting them fill my lungs. It had been a while since I had partied, but Edward's monthly event was the perfect place to indulge. It was a collection of horny men and eager boys, where the only goal was pleasure. The drugs were plentiful, and mercifully, the condoms were non-existent. "Oh yeah," I grunted, trying to hold as much of the hit in as possible. I pulled out, until just my dickhead was inside Jay's hole. My shaft was wet and glossy. Since I had used only the smallest amount of spit as lube, most of it was cum, relentlessly injected by other men at the party. "Fucking slut," I said, then slammed my cock back into his tight pink hole. His hole made a lovely squishing sound, as my dick rubbed the accumulated spooge into his hole. "Oh god," Jay moaned. It was hard to tell if it was pleasure or pain. It was harder to tell if I cared or not. "Take it, faggot," I grunted, finally exhaling the crystal cloud. "Take my hard fucking cock." "Another one, Sir?" Tucker asked. I had handed him the pipe, and he was offering it back to me. "Why not?" I said, and took it from him. "The night is young, and we are all just getting started." Once more, Tucker dutifully held the torch under the pipe as I sucked down the thick clouds. It felt good to be getting high again. My tolerance wasn't as high as at previous times, and even the few hits I had done had gotten me flying. Aiden had mentioned that Jay was a novice, but that was hardly my concern now. The drugs were flowing through my blood, concentrating in my hard cock, pushing me forward. Another hit was going to take me to the next level, and I hoped that Jay would be able to keep up. "Think he can take it?" Tucker asked me. I gave him a sharp look. "Sir?" Tucker added quickly. This is what I loved about these parties. I was the dominant man here, and the faggots did what I told them. Outside of the penthouse, I was just another black man, subject to all petty indignities and insults. But here, I was a god among men, my status in direct correlation with the size of my black cock and the wrath with which I used it. I didn't have to ask for anything; from the finest drugs, best alcohol, and tightest holes, it was provided to me as if I were born to it. And when I fucked, I could fuck the way I wanted: without mercy or compassion. It was not making love, it was fucking, and any pleasure the bottom got was a personal affront. My lungs were full, so I nodded almost imperceptibly to Tucker. He took the cue, and pulled the torch away. "Please?" he asked, and I nodded. He took the still-smoking pipe and inhaled deeply on it. As good as Jay's hole was, it was only enough to whet my appetite. Tucker was going to be my main course, and he would need to be flying if he wanted to take what my mind was plotting out for him. I slammed my cock back into Jay, as I exhaled my hit. The young man shuddered, but he quickly controlled it and let me take advantage of his hole. "Give him the hit," I told Tucker. Jay was the appetizer; I would get him ready for the next man, and he would get me ready for Tucker. I wanted to deliver Jay tweaked out, cummed up, and broken down. It would take him some time to learn his role as a faggot, a plaything for men, but the men he would meet tonight would be excellent teachers. I exhaled my hit. The thick white cloud engulfed the three of us, and I could barely see the glow of the torch through it. Tucker knew what was coming for him, and he was getting prepared the only way he knew how. "I'm sorry," Tucker whispered to Jay. I don't think he cared if I heard. Tucker pressed his lips against Jay's and exhaled the hit into the other boy's lungs. As the drug began to hit, I could feel Jay's hole relax and open up. Of course, it just allowed me to penetrate further into him. The two faggots made out, but I didn't care. The longer Tucker kissed Jay, the longer Jay had to hold the drugs in his lung and the higher he would get. He was already starting to shake a bit; he was a novice crystal addict. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as my dick slipped deeper into the boy. It seemed impossible that I could fit that much meat into Jay, but the boy had taken all of it. I pistoned it in and out of him, pushing myself closer to the eventual release. "I'm gonna breed your faggot hole," I grunted. That piqued Jay's attention. He broke off the kiss with Tucker, turned his head and stared at me. He was still wearing his glasses. It was a small thing, but made him seem even more naked than if he were without them. "But is it safe?" he asked, as he exhaled his hit. The cloud was dense, but not dense enough for my liking. "I dunno. Are you on the pill? I've gotten two girls pregnant already," I said. "And did I tell you to exhale?" I grabbed his arm, yanked him back up, and whispered in his ear. "You're gonna do three things for me, faggot. First, you're gonna do a proper hit from the pipe and hold it for as long as I want you to. Second, you're going to let me wreck this faggot hole the way I want to. And third, you're gonna thank me properly when I breed you. You got that faggot?" "Yes," Jay said, gasping for breath as I forced my shaft into him once more. I twisted him arm a bit more. Jay yelped in pain and my cock twitched in pleasure. "Yes what, faggot?" "Yes, sir," Jay said. This time it was my turn to shiver. There was Nothing like hearing a faggot call me "Sir" to get going. "But, maybe, can you not be quite so hard?" "Fuck, faggot," I said, and slammed into him as hard as I could. "Oh god," he grunted. No one around us even looked up. The noises of men dominating other men were often loud and agonizing. Many of us found them arousing. I twisted his arm a hair more. He was starting to sweat, but he still smelled like expensive hair products. Aiden had said it was his first time at the party, and I was glad I could make it memorable. "Sir is more than enough for me," I said. I released his arm; the faggot's ass clenched again as it flopped back to his side. I loved how it hurt more when I released it than when I held it in. "Now, do a hit, and see if you still want to ask me to go slow." "Yes, Sir," he said. A bit of swagger had left his voice. The job was not fully done; that, of course, would take weeks. But I had started the process. "Yes, Sir," he repeated. He was swinging his arm slowly, bringing sensation back and finding out how badly I had pulled the muscles. "This time, I want you to do it," I turned to Tucker. "Give him the pipe and torch." Tucker handed them to Jay. As Jay stuck the pipe in his mouth, I pushed my cock all the way into him and held it there. "Make it a good hit." Tucker was a dutiful faggot, and explained how to hit the pipe to Jay. "Hold it a little further away. Let it melt. Only when the bowl has filled do you inhale." I forced myself not to pull out and slam back into him, but it was difficult to restrain myself. Right in front of me, a boy was turning into faggot, and it was my dick that was doing the conversion. Jay was a good student, and it didn't take long before his lungs were just as full of crystal as his ass was with my cock. "Your turn," I said to Tucker. He smiled, and took the pipe from Tucker. As Tucker hit the pipe, I grabbed Jay's waist with one hand and wrapped my other hand around his mouth and nose. He started to struggle, but I held on tight. I pulled his head back, and rested my chin on his shoulder. "Listen, faggot," I whispered into his ear. He nodded. "You are here for men like me. Your mouth, to suck cock. Your ass, to take cock. Your lungs, filled with tina. Your little faggot dick, not my problem. I reached around and slapped his balls. I felt his ass tighten in pain. "Fuck yeah, faggot," I said. "That feels good. Fucking good. You wanna do that again?" He shook his head back and forth, but it was pointless. "Doesn't matter what you want. It's about what I want." I slapped his balls again, this time harder. His body jerked but it only served to impale him on my cock. "Fuck faggot. You want a real man's cock, don't you?" Jay nodded. There was no enthusiasm, nor any fear in his motions. The tina was clouding his mind, and I wasn't helping it with my hand over his mouth and nose. He was starting to shake a bit, but it was hard to tell if that was the crystal hitting him, or his body beginning to black out. Not that it mattered. His ass was tight and warm around my cock, and I could feel the other loads of semen squishing around inside of the boy. If I knew Aiden, by the end of the night, Jay was going to be dripping sperm. "You want my load, don't you?" I asked. Jay nodded again. It was weaker than even just a few seconds ago. He reached up and tried to pry my hand from his face. "Mmmlease?" he managed to get out, wasting a bit of precious air. "When it's time," I said. His body was now definitely shaking, and the clenching and relaxing of the muscles was not just limited to his legs and arms. His anus was one extended, exquisite muscle spasm. He was milking my load, and I was struggling not to erupt inside of him. "When it's time, you're gonna get it. Big, thick load of my sperm." My dick was throbbing, and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. But I wanted to prolong the pleasure. It wasn't time to seed his hole. Instead, I released my grip on Jay's mouth and toned down my intense pounding of his hole. I felt his desperate gasps for air, even as both he and Tucker both exhaled their thick clouds of crystal. I kept Only the head of my dick inside of him, waiting for the crystal rush to hit. "Not yet time for me, faggot. Gonna enjoy this hole a bit more," I said, slowly going in and out in short, careful strokes. I could do this all night. I would do this all night. All the things I couldn't do with women, with my wife, I could do to the hapless boys at Edward's party. Destroying a hot, tight asshole. Blowing giant clouds of crystal meth. Choking a boy until he passed out. Breeding a man with my seed. The night was young, and I had hardly begun. The slut took a deep breath in, and I felt his hole relax. The hit of crystal was finally taking effect. It began at the center of his body, his young, nearly virgin asshole, and radiated out across his wiry frame. But I didn't care about his body. It was his ass that I was focused on. I slammed my shaft into him. He gasped, exhaled, and whimpered. Deep in his guts, my dick trembled and some pre-cum leaked out. "Hand me that pipe," I told Tucker. It was going to be a fucking good night and it was time for another hit. The young man handed me the pipe. I held it up. Leo had packed it well, and there was still a nice pool of tina at the base of the bowl. I took the torch and began to melt it, carefully rotating the pipe to keep the drugs from burning. It didn't take long for the drugs to melt and the bowl to fill. I inhaled the thick clouds, letting them fill my body. The drugs would push me to a state of mind few had ever seen, one where the darkness took over, and I existed in a perfect balance between happiness and regret, pleasure and anger, love and hate. "That's a big one," Tucker said admiringly, as I continued to suck on the glass pipe. Jay craned his head back, trying to watch, but Tucker did his best to hold it in place. "He's doing it for you," he whispered to Jay. "I know," Jay said. My dick quivered again, and another drip of pre-cum landed in the boy's hole. I was going to have to do another hit after this. I only knew one way to enjoy this boy's hole, and it was full-out, balls-to-the-walls, no-holds-barred manfucking. If I was to do it properly, I needed to be totally fucked up. I held the hit for three deep strokes into Jay. It felt like hours, as each fat, hard inch plunged into the boy's hole. I could feel the cum he had already collected slip past my cockhead, lubricating it on its mission deep into the boy's body. My own cock was now dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into the boy, further marking him as the playthings of a true alpha. "Do another one," Tucker said. "Jay deserves it. You deserve it." I exhaled. "I think I will," I said. I had already decided. But with Tucker's urgings, the majesty and mystery of Jay's hole, and the perfection of my erection, I decided to make it a hit for the ages. I exhaled a few more times as I re-heated the bowl. I needed to make sure my lungs were as empty as possible. When the bowl began to smoke, I stuck it back in my mouth, and inhaled slowly. I wanted it to be only drugs, no oxygen. I wanted my brain to stop and my dick to take over my actions. As the air powered my body, the tina powered my dick. As I inhaled, my hips went on auto-pilot and started to thrust against Jay's ass. It forced my cock into his body, causing both of us to gasp, me in pleasure, the boy in surprise. I didn't care. I was in the zone, smoking some amazing crystal, and fucking tight, fresh hole. This was the life. The only care for me was pleasure, and I had all I could handle. It took a while, but my lungs filled with the thick cloud. Just before, I let the torch go out, and I sucked down the last few bits of cloud before the bowl also cooled. This time, I held the hit for six hits. It was twice as long for a hit that felt twice as good. It was enough to power me through the night and well in the next day. I just hoped that Edward and Aiden had found a few heavy-duty bottoms for me to enjoy next. Jay's gasps made it clear he wasn't used to the only kind of fuck I knew. "Take my cock, faggot," I said, slamming it into him a seventh time as I exhaled. The cloud engulfed the two bottoms. "How does it feel?" Tucker asked Jay, their two heads still lost in the clouds. "Like I'm being split in two," the other bottom responded. "That's how a fuck is supposed to feel," Tucker said. "Fucking hard as steel." Jay gasped as I pushed in a little deeper. But at the same time, he pressed his ass back against me. He was hungry. He had just discovered dick, and he had the hunger of man tasting happiness for the first time. "So fucking big, too." "But you're taking him," Tucker said. The cloud had cleared, and the two boys were holding on to each other, Tucker helping Jay take every forceful shove of my shaft. "You're taking every inch of him." "And he hasn't passed out yet," I said. "Unlike some boys." Tucker grimaced, remembering the last time we had played. He had begged me to stop, before he passed out. I stopped long enough to give him a booty bump. He woke up just as the drugs hit, and just as I slammed into him hard. I wondered if, in that drug-addled, sleep-high moment, if he thought he had woken up in heaven or hell. Another grunt from Jay ripped me back to the present. My balls were pressed against his ass and my dick was dripping. I was getting close. Almost closer than I wanted, because I wanted to leave a mark. In the morning, when Jay stumbled home, I wanted him aware of every millimeter of his ass. I wanted him to remember me as the one who really opened him up. "Feeling good?" Tucker asked me. He was holding Jay in his arms, the boy's head against his chest. I noticed the boy was still wearing his glasses. They gave him a slightly nerdish look, and I felt like the prototypical school yard bully. The feeling was pure power. There was no uncertainty if Jay was going to submit; he had already done it. There was no uncertainty if I was going to dominate; my dick was already in his ass. "Fuck yeah. Helping take this faggot's cherry." "He's gonna feel it in the morning." "That's what a faggot is for," I said, slamming my thick black dick into the young man's tight hole. The boy was sweating, but whether from the drugs or the fuck, I neither could tell nor cared to know. "To take a man's cock. And to take his cum." "That's the spirit," a new voice said. I turned, and Aiden had come up. He was standing, watching our little tableau. "That's what I hope from Jay. An eager cumwhore." Aiden ran his hand over Jay's back, his path traced out in the sweat on the boy's back. He ran his hand through the boy's curly brown hair. "How's my boy? Doing good, right?" Jay shook his head side to side. "No?" Aiden asked. "What's up?" "Head's spinning," Jay managed to stammer out. "Ass hurts." It wasn't clear he could keep a thought any longer than those four words. "And you?" Aiden asked, turning to me. "How's that hole?" "A little tight at first." "But now?" "Just right." "Good to hear. And he's been good?" "Fucking amazing. Didn't pass out like Tucker. Or, rather, hasn't passed out yet," I said. I smiled at Tucker. His expression was grim. He already knew that he was the backup plan. Although, with the way my cock was feeling, Jay was merely the appetizer before Tucker's hole turned into my main course. "Well, you can't have everything." "Nah. But it's all good." "Yeah. You gonna cum in his hole?" Aiden asked me. "Hell yeah," I said. I slammed my dick into him. Aiden's question had made me acutely aware of the tingle at the tip of my cock. It was my precum flowing into the boy. It was my dick throbbing in anticipation of release. It was me making sure Jay knew he was my bottom. "Fucking getting close," I grunted. "That's what I want to hear," Aiden said. "Let the animal take over." Unfortunately for Jay, the animal had already taken over. I was just watching, letting the primeval part of my brain do the basest act of fucking. "Give him your load." "You're going to get it," Tucker said. "Lucky," he mouthed. He had still not had the pleasure of my cum, since the last time, his punishment for passing out was that he didn't get the pleasure of my orgasm. I had jerked off, as he gingerly touched his hole while feverishly jerking his own dick. He had begged me for my load, but I made him watch as I ate it myself. "I know," Jay said, barely aware of the drama he was starting. "You want it?" Tucker asked Jay. He was talking to Jay, but he was staring right at me. The expression was very familiar. It was a look of hunger and need. He was distraught, that it was Jay who was getting fucked. He needed a dick slamming into his hole and filling him with cum. "Yeah," Jay said. It was only a single word, but he was just like Tucker. Released by the crystal he had done, his hunger for cock and cum had overwhelmed him, and he had no ability to hide his wanton desire. "Let Damon know it," Tucker said. "Beg him for it." If I didn't know how Tucker had begged for dick, I could almost hear a dominant top. "I fucking love that," I said. "Beg for my load, faggot." "Please, you gotta give it to me. Cum in me. Fucking give it to me." Aiden wrapped his arm around me. It was a little too familiar, but I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. My cock was doing all of my thinking, and Aiden's touch only pushed me closer to the edge. "Cum in him," he whispered into my ear. "Cum in his ass." I remembered the first time another man had said that to me. I remembered how I was balls-deep in him. I remembered how it felt to be inside of him raw, to be dripping my pre-cum into him. Unlike so many women, he didn't tell me to pull out. "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my cock into Jay. "Oh yeah," Aiden said. He had seen me cum enough times to know my tells. "Fucking load him up." "OH FUCK," I grunted again. My balls were tight against my body, and the barest move of my dick sent waves of pleasure up and down my shaft. "OH HELL YEAH." I didn't care that I was surrounded by many other men. My goal here was to get off, and I was going to get off the way I wanted. "GOD DAMN," I grunted, as my dick throbbed and pulsed. "TAKE IT," I roared, the spurt of cum shooting down the length of my shaft and directly into Jay's helpless ass. Before I could even get over the pleasure of the first spurt, another jet of white-hot semen inoculated the boy's hole. "FUCKING TAKE IT," I grunted. "Give it to him," Aiden said. I could barely understand the words, but I knew exactly what he was telling me to do. I pulled out my dick a few inches, then pressed it back in. Jay's hole was noticeably better lubricated from my sperm. That only served to milk out two more volleys of seed, further loading up the young man's tight hole. "Make his first night taking dick a night for him to remember." "Oh fuck yeah," I said. "Fucking filling him up with cum." My hips were still pushing in and out, even as my dick became incredibly sensitive to each movement. "He came in you," Tucker said. He wanted a load. The jealousy was painful to hear. I couldn't stand still carefully enough. Each tiny bit of movement brought the most agonizing pleasure. Even though I had just cum, my balls were still swollen. I wanted to shoot again, and I knew that Tucker was going to be the perfect victim for the drug-fueled, depraved second fuck of the night.

6. Jay I was empty. Rod had pulled his cock out of me. I had barely kept it together when he had been fucking me, and I was learning that the alternative, not being fucked, was even worse. The only thing that made it bearable was that Rod had cum in me. In the heat and passion of getting fucked, I hadn't even noticed him cum. But as I took my first hesitant steps, I could feel his seed slosh within me. It felt good, to have a man like Rod fuck me. It felt even better to have his load inside of me. "I'm sure you can get more," Rod said. "You've got a great ass." "Thanks," I said, a bit embarrassed. I had played around a bit with girls, but somehow, it had never felt quite right. But this, now, this was totally different. It felt natural to have another man's cock in my ass. It felt right. Now that Rod had pulled out of me, I was empty. All I could think about was how to get him back inside of me. It didn't even have to be Rod. I wanted a dick in my hole. Any dick. "It felt good. Really good." "I'm sure it did," Rod said. "You want to join the party?" He motioned to the balcony door. The lights in the hotel room were dim now, but I could make out some of the men inside. There seemed to be more men, some on the couches, some still standing. All of them were wearing less clothes than before. "Sure," I said. I went to where my clothes were piled up. "Don't worry about those," Rod said. "You won't need them. Besides, you look better naked." I blushed, and followed Rod to the door. He hadn't bothered with clothes either. There was an economy of motion with him; no motion was superfluous. It had been the same when he had been fucking me. Every movement had been done with his pleasure in mind; now, in walking, every movement was done with intention. He paused for a moment at the door. "Ready?" he asked. "Of course." Even this close, it was still hard to make out exactly what was happening in the hotel room. Men were standing as to obscure what seemed like important activities going on in the room. "Should I not be?" "No," Rod said. He reached out and grabbed my ass. "You're more than prepared for this." He opened the door. There was a slight rush of air out, and I could feel the warmth against my skin. I inhaled; it was the scent of sweat and masculinity and a new scent, one that I immediately knew as sex and passion. It was like a locker room, crossed with an orgy. My dick responded immediately. "Welcome back," a man said. It took me a moment to recognize him as Aiden. "You're just in time." My head was still swimming in the electrifying scent of the room. I took a moment to survey the room. The lights were dim, and there was a haze in the room. I could smell a bit of weed, but not enough to account for the cloudiness. It made me think of an opium den; there was something dark occurring here, but I didn't know what it was. "Would hate to be late for this party," Rod said. Aiden had crossed over and was standing by me. He took my arm, and guided me deeper into the room. "I want you to meet someone," Aiden said, as he propelled me into the dark room. "He's been working for me for a while now. I think the two of you would get along well." Even if I didn't know where I was going in the dim room, Aiden did. We headed towards one of the far corners of the room. As we walked, looked around. On one of the couches, two of the men I had seen earlier were now naked, their legs spread wide. Two of the younger men were kneeling, their lips wrapped around the older men's cocks, giving them head. As we passed, one of the older men flicked a lighter. The intense blue flame barely illuminated his face as he heated up a glass bowl. But before I could see what happened next, Aiden gently pushed me along. "You'll find out soon enough," he said, in reference to the glass pipe I had seen. It was a little lighter in the corner than the rest of the room. There was a candle sitting on a table there, and it provided enough light to see the two men standing around it. One was a younger man, maybe just a bit older than me, and right about my height. He was wearing little more than underwear and a pair of sneakers. The other was a hulking black man. He was maybe only an inch taller, but he was far more muscular, and between the muscle and a pair of black leather boots, he seemed far bigger. He had on a pair of boxers. "This is Tucker," Aiden said, indicating the smaller white boy. "And this is Jay." "Nice to meet you, Jay," Tucker said. "And this is Damon." "Hey," Damon grunted. "Tucker, Jay is new here. He's just had a chance to get acquainted with Rod." "Heh," Damon snorted. "Acquainted." He knew exactly what Rod and I had done on the patio, and didn't care for Aiden's polite euphemism for our man-on-man fucking. "Maybe you can help him get to know Tina, and then see where she takes you?" "Hell yeah," Damon grunted again. It was hard not to stare at his perfect, dark body. There was hardly an ounce of body fat on him, and every muscle was visible under his taut skin. I glanced down quickly, but it was hard to tell what he was packing with the loose boxer briefs. I remembered my middle school days, where the rumor among the boys had been how hung the black boys at the school across town had been. I wondered if Damon would re-enforce the stereotype. "I can do that," Tucker said. He reached out and ran a hand down my back, coming to rest on one of my ass cheeks. He paused, just enough to remind me who was in control here. "It's gonna be fun," he continued. "Jay is gonna love it so much." I nodded in agreement. "Right on. I'll be back in a bit. Time for me to find some of my own trouble," Aiden said, and soon disappeared into the stand of men in the center of the room. It might have been my imagination, but more of them seemed naked than just a few seconds ago. I tried hard not to stare, but the thoughts of the hard cocks just a glance away were hard to resist. "This is your first time here?" Tucker asked me. I nodded, not wanting to admit just how naive I was. "That's cool. First time for everything. You partied before?" "Party?" I asked. It seemed like a strange to ask. "You know, Tina." He held up a glass pipe with a round bowl at one end. It was filled with small white crystals. It was the same kind of pipe I had seen the guy heat up earlier. "You'll love it," Tucker continued. He held a torch under the bowl; the crystals quickly melted and the bowl filled with a white vapor. "Just inhale, like you would a cigarette or a joint." He demonstrated it, draining the bowl several times. "Shotgun it," Damon said. He moved behind me, pressing his body against mine. His skin was hot, with just enough sweat for it to slide against me. Chills ran down my spine, directly to my dick. "Yeah," Tucker said. He pressed his lips against mine. "Inhale," Damon whispered into my ear. I did and as I did, Tucker exhaled his hit into my lungs. "Hold it," he said. Tucker made sure that I couldn't exhale by keeping his lips against mine. Tucker's tongue probed my mouth, as the shotgun turned into a long kiss. "Hold it," Damon continued. His dick was growing, pressing against my ass, and it felt massive. It was a rush of sensations, as I tried to hold my breath, even as I was desperate to exhale. "Feel it?" Damon asked. I nodded. "Good. Exhale." Tucker released his lips, and I exhaled. It was a thick white cloud that momentarily obscured his face. As I exhaled, I really started to feel it. It was a feeling of freedom and possibility, of happiness and potential. Barriers that I had erected for myself came down, and anything was possible. "Oh fuck," I moaned, and pressed back against Damon. I wanted to feel his dick, regardless of how big it was. I wanted his dick inside me, filling me up, and challenging the limits of my anatomy. "Yeah, you're feeling it," Damon said. "Another one?" I nodded. "Of course he wants more," Tucker said. "It's your turn now." He put the pipe in my mouth. "Let's do this one right," Damon said, and pushed down his boxers. I felt his dick nestle in my ass crack. It was a perfect home for it. "Make it a big one." I was scared of what I was getting myself into. Whatever the drug was in that pipe, it was powerful and quick-acting. I felt the warmth from it fill my entire body and infiltrate my brain. Even as I worried about the effects of the drug, my ass rubbed up against Damon's thick black cock, to get him as stiff as possible. I exhaled the last of the previous hit, to get my lungs as empty as possible for the next one. "Of course it's going to be a big one," Tucker said. "Just wait for the bowl to fill, then inhale slowly. He held the torch under the bowl. This close, it was easy to see the bowl fill with a thick white cloud. I waited, then Tucker nodded. I began to slowly inhale. I expected the smoke to be harsher, more like weed or cigarette smoke. But it was smooth and easy. "Not so fast. Give it time. Savor it," Tucker said. "Lots of time to have fun tonight," Damon said. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me tight. "I want you flying tonight." I kept my eye on the bowl, draining it on a regular basis. Finally, my lungs were full, and I nodded that I was satisfied. "Just a little more," Damon said. I thought my lungs were going to burst, but I did what Damon told me, inhaling two more gulps of the cloud. "Fucking hot," Tucker said. He took the pipe from my mouth and stuck it in his, sucking down on the thick clouds. "Now, hold it," Damon said. One arm was still wrapped around me, holding me. With his other, he put his hand over my mouth, and pinched my nose closed. "Hold it until I tell you." At first, it felt almost safe, to be under the control of a strong black man. But it didn't take long for my body to demand, selfishly, the right to breathe. I tried, but found such a simple thing was being denied. "You can breathe when I want you to," Damon said. "Come on," Tucker said. He exhaled his cloud in my face, taunting me with his ability to breath at his pleasure. "He's new at this." "I know," Damon said. "That's why I'm doing this." I was starting to get frantic, trying to breath, and was squirming in an effort to escape. But Damon's arm held me tight and his hand was unyielding. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Just think what it's going to be like when my cock is inside you." I shivered. His dick was now a steel shaft against my ass. It was hard to tell if he was leaking pre-cum, or if Rod's cum was starting to leak out of me. Either way, his dick was sliding up and down, pressing against my hole, and demanding entrance. The night had suddenly taken a brutally serious turn. Even worse, whatever I was smoking was keeping me from being scared. The shiver was less from fear and more from hungry anticipation. I was struggling, helplessly, for breath, and my cock was throbbing. "Fuck, this is going to be good," Damon whispered, as he finally released his grip on my face. I exhaled, and gasped for breath. "You want another hit?" Tucker asked me. I hadn't yet caught my breath but I wasn't in control of my body any longer. "Yeah," I said, my mouth answering for me. "I do." "Damn boy," Damon said. "You're a natural at this. We're gonna have to play a lot more." He reached down and stroked my dick. I thought I was going to explode as the sensations ricocheted across my body. "Give him what he needs." We repeated the process, every step of it. Tucker inserted the pipe into my mouth and held the torch. I inhaled big gulps of the white cloud, and then Damon put his hand back over my mouth and nose. Even though I knew it was coming and how it would feel, it was still impossible for me to suppress my instincts to fight back against Damon's actions. "Just relax," Damon said. "We're only just beginning." I tried my best, but whatever was in the pipe was making it hard for me to concentrate. My mind was constantly flitting in all sorts of directions, thinking about my throbbing cock, before turning to my hungry, needy hole, and then skittering off back to my dick. The only constant was Damon's strong hand cupped over my mouth and nose, the band around his ring finger pressed against my lip. As black spots started to cloud my vision, Damon relented. "My turn," he said to Tucker, and released his hold on me. I gasped for breath, as Damon took the pipe and torch from Tucker. He made no effort to move away from me; the flame was close enough that I could feel the heat against my cheek, and could hear him inhale the thick drug. "Big clouds, huh," Tucker said. Damon just nodded, focused on the pipe. He handed the pipe back to Tucker; the young man stuck the still-warm stem in his mouth and inhaled as he re-lit the torch. Damon held his hit for a long time before grabbing my jaw, twisting my head around, and exhaling his hit into my mouth. "Hold it, boy," he said. This time, at least, he let me decide when I had had too much. Still, I tried to hold it as long as I could, before exhaling. Damon was still pressed up against me, his dick still nestled in my crack. I found myself involuntarily grinding my ass against him, eager for him to put his penis into my ass. "Yeah, boy, I know you want it now." His body was warm against me, and for a brief moment, I was at peace. But then, his dick twitched and grew, and my hunger for cock returned. "But first, I think you need another chance to suck on the glass pipe As soon as he spoke, Tucker stuck the pipe back in my mouth and held the torch under it. It was still warm, and it didn't take long before it was smoking again. "Make it a big one," Damon said. He continued, somewhat ominously, "You're going to need it." "He can take it," Tucker said. Nevertheless, I did as I was told, and inhaled deeply from the pipe. I was starting to get the hang of it, and this time, I could feel the thick clouds collecting in my lungs. "Fuck, look at him. He's a fucking natural." "I know," Damon said. "You should feel how his hole is trying to gobble up my dick. He's a hungry little faggot." I tensed at the word "Faggot." It had always been the worst of the schoolyard taunts. I had managed to escape it for so long. But now, it was hardly calling me a name. I had kissed another man. I had let him fuck me up the ass. Now, barely ten minutes later, I was all but begging a totally different man to fuck me. It was hard to deny that "faggot" now fit me. He rubbed his cheek against my neck and ear. The stubble on his face was rough, like sandpaper. It was not the soft skin of a woman, but the bristly whiskers of a man, and despite how much had grown in on his cheeks, I knew if I asked, he would say he had shaven that morning. It reminded me how I just barely had scruff on my face, despite not shaving for nearly four weeks now. He was more of a man that I would ever be, and it was an honor to be his faggot. "Big hit for me, faggot boy," Damon said, as I started to slow down on the pipe. "Get your head up in the clouds." I nodded. I wanted to make him happy, and if that entailed sucking down more of this drug, I was more than willing to do it. Even though I thought I had filled my lungs full, I drained the bowl a few more times. "That's good, Damon said, just as my lungs reached their ultimate capacity. "This is going to be really good." "His first time is going to be one to remember," Tucker said. He took the pipe out of my mouth, and Damon immediately put his hand back over my mouth and nose. This time, his ring pressed against my lips. As the hit of the drugs started to wrap its influence around my brain, my mind once more jumped to wild thoughts and conclusions. I wondered if he was married, and if he was married, whether it was to a man or a woman. Damon must have been reading my mind. "Yeah," he said. "Feel that against your lips?" I nodded. "Yeah, that's my wedding ring. But you know why I come here?" I shook my head. I barely knew what "here" was. much less why these men had come together. "Love my wife. She's amazing. But you know, she isn't into all the things I like." I nodded; it was hard to follow the exact words, the air I needed to think had been displaced by the drugs. "And boys like you, well, boys like you let me do anything I fucking want." "Umpph," I managed to grunt, but only the slightest but of the cloud escaped. I had no prayer of getting more air, and I felt my strength gently sap away. Nevertheless, I wasted valuable energy rubbing my ass up against his cock. Damon's dick was thick and hard, warm with the blood flowing through it. I wanted to feel it inside me. I wanted to milk it dry, and get his load. "Oh yeah," Tucker said. He had just done his own hit, and his words were formed from clouds. "Stop teasing him and fuck him." "Ready for it?" Damon asked. He nodded my head up and down for me. "I knew you were." Tucker was fading out of my vision as I struggled against his grip. I didn't know what I wanted: to give in to the faggot that had been hiding deep inside me all those years? or to escape, and pretend that I hadn't seen who I really was. It was good that Damon was making these decisions for me. He could give me what I needed. "Of course he is," Tucker said. A part of me knew he was standing right in front of me, but I couldn't see him. I couldn't see anything beyond a few blurs, as the drugs took over. Damon's cockhead was now pressed against my hole. "Give it to him." Damon pressed into me. His hand over my mouth was perfect for the leverage he needed to press his manhood into my hole. I was glad that Rod had fucked me earlier; if Rod was just merely large, Damon's shaft was massive; at least an inch thicker around, and several inches longer. Damon didn't give me any chance to adjust, and just pressed himself all the way into me. "Oh fuck, faggot," Damon grunted. "That's the raw hole I need. Fuck you good, and give you my babies." I was impaled on his cock. He slammed in and out of me, each stroke reminding me how I was little more than a fuck-toy for the black man. He still had his hand over my mouth, and it was getting far harder to concentrate. I had already closed my eyes; looking just felt too hard. All that I focused on was Damon's dick, forcing its way into me. "Oh damn! You've got a load up there. Fucking nasty boy." "You better let the boy breathe," Tucker said. In the drug-filled haze, I wondered what would happen if Damon refused. Consciousness was already draining away from me and I didn't know how long I would be able to hold out. But, Damon had one small mercy, and released his grip on my nose. I exhaled as quickly as I could, the thick cloud enveloping my head. I quickly inhaled, terrified that Damon would take away the small privilege of breath away from me again. "Awww. But it feels so good. The way the faggot relaxes his hole. No resistance. Just pleasure." "For you," Tucker said. "What?" Damon sneered. "You think I'm worried about the whore? That's what he's here for. For me to use." "You don't want to break him." "I dunno. You remember last time." Tucker winced. He was remembering something, something he didn't want to remember. I wondered what that memory was. "I do. And I told you can't do it again." "To you," Damon said. His cock was sliding, long, agonizing strokes in and out of me. I was glad that Rod had cum in me; the lubrication from the cum was desperately needed. "I didn't say anything about our tweaker whore here." With that, he slapped my ass. It stung; the last time I had been spanked was when I was six, over twelve years ago. But this time, it wasn't about being a bad boy. It was about being a good boy. About making Damon feel good. Making him feel like a man. Making him feel like he could do anything he wanted. I wanted him to feel good, because that was the way I was going to get his load. Tucker leaned in towards me. "I know that face," he said, as he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pressed into my mouth. It was far too easy to respond to his kiss. I relaxed. Damon had the experience to know what was coming next, and pushed his steel shaft even further into my body. "You head is way in the clouds," Tucker said. "It's a dangerous place to be." "It's the only place for him," Damon said. "I want to see the two of you share another hit." "Of course." Tucker said. He produced the now-familiar glass pipe, but this time he stuck it in his mouth. It was my first chance to watch him up close, and I stared at the solid blue flame as it heated the bowl. It wasn't long before the thick white clouds started to form. Tucker took long slow hits from the pipe, never letting the bowl completely empty. "That's how a boy hits the pipe," Damon said. "Watch and learn." I didn't have to be told. I was mesmerized by the sight. I wanted to see Tucker get high, just like me. I wanted to know how far he would go and if what his limits were. As I stared, Damon pushed his dick deep in me. He was forcing Rod's cum deeper into me, where it could burrow into my body and become a permanent part of me. I could hardly resist such an idea, and pushed back against Damon. His dick only got deeper in me. "That's it," Damon said. "Your turn," Tucker said, as he finally pulled the pipe out of his mouth. The pipe was hot and still smoking. Thick tendrils of the white cloud sunk down, taking seeming minutes before they dissipated, like the contrails of a high-flying jetliner. He leaned in again, and pressed his lips against mine. I knew what to expect, and had already emptied my lungs. Tucker paused. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the drug flooding into his body and taking over. When he opened his eyes, I could tell it was no longer quite the same person as before. He was hungry; he needed something that he didn't have. I understood his desire. I had Damon's cock in my ass. It was enough to take the edge off, but knew what he was feeling. "That's the Tucker I want," Damon said, seeing the same need in the young man's face. Tucker leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled and filled my lungs with the thick clouds. As he did, Damon pressed even more of his cock into my hole. "All the way in," he said. I gasped; this was more than just filling me up like Rod's cock. This was practically splitting me in two, and I struggled to get comfortable. Unfortunately, my struggles only meant I sucked more of the cloud out of Tucker's lungs. "It's OK," Damon said. "I know it's a big one. But don't worry. You're doing better than Tucker did the first time." Tucker suddenly froze at the memory. "Yeah," Damon said. "First time I fucked him, he passed out when I stuck it all in. Didn't you, Tucker-boy?" Tucker only nodded. He kept his mouth against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and prevented me from exhaling the hit. Damon pulled out, leaving just his fat cockhead in my hole. Tucker released his lip-lock on me at the same time, and involuntarily, I exhaled the hit. I shivered. I couldn't tell if it was from the drugs, from being suddenly empty of dick, or from fear of getting Damon's cock all the way back into me. "I'm sorry," Tucker said. "Your cock. It's big." "Oh, don't worry. I know it's big. It's OK. You just need more practice." Damon pushed his cock back into me. I gasped, but forced myself to take it. I didn't want to disappoint or demean Damon by rejecting his cock. He must have noticed, because he continued. "But Jay here, he's taking it like a faggot should." "Did you really pass out?" I asked. "Yeah," Tucker said. "And?" "And what?" Damon asked. "I continued fucking him. He's a faggot. That's what he's here for." Tucker nodded in silent agreement. "He did. When I came to, he was pounding my hole." He put the pipe in his mouth again. It was still smoking, but nevertheless he held the torch under it. As soon as the bowl started to smoke, he inhaled, pulling in deep gulps of the thick cloud. I wondered if he was trying to remember or trying to forget. However, I didn't have much of a chance to wonder. Damon had started slamming his dick in me, each stroke seemingly deeper and harder than the one before. I understood why Tucker had passed out; Damon was a machine, fucking me harder than I had even seen in porn. It didn't seem possible that I could withstand it and I silently prayed that he would let up. However, the prayers were for naught. After each stroke, he slammed back in, harder and more intense than before.

This is exactly the sort of thing I’m talking about. But it wouldn’t have to be related to government expenditure - a picture could be published with a complaint simply of “How can the authorities be allowing such things to go on in our neighborhoods, think of the children” and -boom- no more venue thanks to the cameras. Don’t think the zealots won’t go to the extreme of infiltrating an establishment. I remember on one visit to the local ABS, discovering a 70+year-old church lady with a big Bible in her lap seated firmly in a chair at the head of the corridor lined with gloryhole booths, watching every move everyone made. Imagine letting her have a smartphone that could take pictures. She wouldn’t think twice about doing so and sharing them with the world, because she’d be doing it, in her mind, as a warrior for Jesus.

Romantic and twisted love it!

Concentrate on cruising and sex, not f------ phones! You learn cruising by practice. Men in(to) men!

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In some cities you can easily experience this in an adult theater. If they are willing to go further, they are bi whether they are willing to admit it or not.

Agreed. What I'm wondering is, if it's worth the bother ...

This story is for entertainment purposes. This fictitious story is derived from my imagination. All characters are of legal age and all acts are consensual. I just laid on the bed with what had just happened spinning in my mind. I had never done anything like this before, but it felt so natural and right. Than I began to think of what I had missed out on all these years. That’s when TJ told Cindy we should go to the shower and get cleaned up. She grabbed my hand and told me to come with here. She led me to the master bathroom. The walk in shower was huge. There was probably enough room for at least a half dozen people. She turned on the water and water shot out from the three sides and the top. We stepped in together and she started washing me. After I was clean, I returned the favor and washed her up good. Once we were clean, Cindy said we have one more thing to get cleaned. That’s when she pulled a tubular wand from its holder. She instructed me to lean forward with my hand’s against the shower wall. That’s when she inserted the tip of the wand into my ass and flooded my intestines with water. She told me to hold it all in and go sit on the toilet and empty myself. I had never had an enema before. Before today, the only thing I dad ever had in my ass was a tongue. I did as instructed and returned to the shower. I rinsed off and she made me do it again. She said I had to keep going until what I expelled twice was completely clear. I got in for a final rinse off after the second clear enema. Cindy said I should do it one more time, just to be sure, so I did. She told me since it was clean, I didn’t need to get out of the shower this time to empty myself. She had me stay leaning against the wall after she removed the wand. Than she said she was ready. I felt her hands on my legs behind my knees. I looked back and Cindy was on her knees with her head directly behind my ass with her mouth open wide. As I started pushing the water out, I covered her head with the water. Some of it went into her mouth. I found that so fucking hot. After I finished, I rinsed off. Than she had me get out and get dried off while she cleaned herself out. I went into the bedroom to find TJ playing with himself. When he saw me, he told me to get into bed and give him a hand. I got next to him and started playing with his huge cock. He told me I felt good than he grabbed my head and brought my head to his dick. He asked me to open my mouth wide than he put the tip of his cock in my mouth. I had never sucked a cock before and he barely fit. He slowly started humping my head while he held my head still. He was slowly get a little more in me. After some time he was filling my mouth with his monster cock. Although I only got part of him inside me, he told me I felt great and I was doing a great job. Cindy eventually came out of the bathroom and stood there watching us. Than she got on the bed and started sucking on my cock. We continue this for a while. Cindy finally got up and told me she would show me how it’s done. She laid on her back with her head off the end of the bed. TJ got up and stood over her. He gently pushed his cock into her mouth. I could see her throat bulge as he slid deeper into her throat. He managed to get most of his cock inside her. He fucked her throat a few more times than he told me to try. I laid on the bed like she did. As he pushed deeper into my mouth, I started to gag. He said I did a good job for being my first time. Than he had Cindy kneel on the end. He applied some lube to his fingers and greased the inside of her ass. Than he coated his dick with the lube and entered her. He went slow but managed to make his cock disappear inside her ass quickly. He gave her ass some time to adjust, than he started fucking her. He would almost pull completely out than thrust back in her all the way. After several thrusts, he pulled out of her and told me it was my turn. I was scared as hell, but I got into position and he inserted his lubed finger. After I relaxed a bit, he added a second finger. The pain was tremendous, but I wanted to please my friends. Cindy grabbed a bottle from the night stand and took the top off. She placed it under my nose and told me to inhale deeply through my nose. I did and a rush of heat flashed through my body. Than I felt TJ’s cock open up my ass. I can’t lie, it hurt like hell but Cindy kept the bottle under my nose the entire time. I inhaled every time the pain got too intense. The bottle definitely helped. I felt my ass adjusting to the massive pressure of his huge cock. Than TJ told me he was completely inside me. He didn’t move for a while. I don’t know what came over me, but I blurted out “fuck me like a bitch TJ.” Than he slowly started pumping his meat in and out of my virgin ass. It was such a strange sensation. Definitely a mixture of pleasure and pain. I would inhale through my nose when the pain overcame the pleasure. Than TJ handed Cindy his phone. She showed me the screen and it was a short clip of his entire dick sliding in and out of my ass. I was so turned on. My cock was hard and dripping . Cindy kept reaching between my legs and catching my cum with her finger and than she ate my cum. TJ said he was getting close and he grabbed my hips and frantically started pounding my ass. I felt his cock get thicker and than it felt his massive warm load flood my intestines. He unloaded deep inside of me and I felt so special. When TJ finally pulled himself out of my stretched hole, I heard his camera take a photo. He showed me the photo of my ass. It was just a big gapping hole with a little cum dripping out. Cindy quickly placed his cock in her mouth to suck what cum she could off it and sucking to get the last drop of his sperm from his piss hole. She was definitely an amazing nympho! To be continued….

This was originally posted by Lurker in the 'Sex with Enhancements' section. I've reposted it here because it will presumably get more notice - and Lurker gave a rather full description of his encounter, which makes it all the more interesting a read. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still neg, but also workin' hard on fixing that. Since I started partying, both sober and high I have felt sure that this was the right path for me and nothing has changed that. Earlier today I contacted an older poz top (all things I love). He had plenty of T and suggested that I might come over there, smoke a bit, and "see what happens." (I knew exactly what would happen, but I love this sort of semi-play about things.) I showed up and told him, since he was supplying and said I didn't have to pay, he was in total charge. I wasn't going to touch a pipe or light one - just get on my knees and suck when he commanded. Not only did I feel that is a more polite way to let a top share T , as I hate taking a hit thinking it's okay, when it isn't, but I love, Love, LOVE the feeling of total and utter submission I get when a top gets me spun. He started me out with three big hits. I am not a chem newbie, but I made them count, and after the third one I lay back and told him how I loved how high he had gotten me and to just keep going as much as he wanted, I would accept it all. We hung out and touched each other and he enjoyed the gradual process of me getting completely spun out of my mind. I enjoyed the submission, and of feeling skanky about letting a dirty old man pump me full of drugs until I couldn't say no whatever he wanted. After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, and my new daddy making me take more hits than I thought possible, my whole body now buzzing, my mind pounding with the idea of hot poz cock, we began in earnest. I sucked him a little bit to get him hard, but seeing me all fucked up on the T he had fed me, and my submissive, obedient behavior, he was already almost totally hard. I got on my knees and he asked me if I wanted him to use a condom. "No. I hate condoms. Fuck me raw, Daddy. Please?" As I said this I wiggled my ass at him, barely able to take how insanely right this all felt. "Put it in. I need it." "Do you want me to pull out?" "No, I fucking love cum. I love taking cum when I'm so fucked up. Stick it in!" By this time I was a little desperate. He lubed himself up and slid in. I started the dirty talk about how I was so high, I wanted him to poz me, fuck my spun-out ass and unload his poz seed! We carefully continued to trade the pipe back and forth. He would pause in fucking me, take a hit, and then put the pipe in my mouth, telling me to suck, which, of course, I was more than willing to do. As a result by the time he was ready to cum, (which was actually quite a while) I was totally fucked up, and totally in love with the idea of him taking cntrol and getting me too spun to say no. I told him he had me so high, I wouldn't say no t whatever he wanted. I told him to abuse my young ass and do whatever he wanted. As he came, he told me he was cumming. The drugs, the hot, raw sex from a decently hung daddy-type and the knowledge he was blowing poz cum into my hole made me feel hotter, sluttier and happier than I had ever felt before. I don't remember exacty what I said on the leadup to his orgasm, but it went something like this: "Yes, Daddy, blow your poz seed into your boy. I want it so fucking bad. Give it to me. I wish everyone was watching me be a bad boy - I'm such a slut. I want to be a poz whore for my Daddy! POZ ME! POZ MY SLUTTY ASS!" As he moaned I kept repeating "Oh fuck...oh fuck....oh fuck...oh fuk YEAH, YES, YES, OH GOD YES" as he unloaded. I looked at his cock and felt so fulfilled, sexy, desirable and slutty. I was so happy this older top was willing to meet me on short notice and unload in my ass. I loved the feeling of giving control over to hm at the end, of submissively accepting that it was his decision, not mine, and that he chose to put the bug inside me. I wanted another lovely poz top to leave his mark in me. My thoughts went to where I might place my biohazard tat if this Daddy was the lucky one who converted me, and then how my ass still felt like it could take more. I turned around once he ws out of me, panting, sweaty, totally happy. I grabbed one leg and spread my legs, looking at my asshole, and pushed out a little cum - pushing as much back in as I could manage. I looked up at the top and he had an evil grin on his face and I smiled happily and thanked him. I am in love with that grin that I seem to receive when I play with older poz tops. I love how much it pleases them to unload in my ass, and how comparatively young I was when I made the choice to become poz for the rest of my life. Recently I have made the transition from just "poz-friendly" to "bug chaser" and the experience has been absolutely fantastic. I feel a million times sexier and sluttier, and the sex is ten times as hot when I know what's going down. I love encouraging a hot older man to put charged seed into me and I love holding him in and grinding on him. This year I'm going to be poz, and I am going to be begging for it the whole time Being 24 and a bug chaser is hot and wonderful, and it's even better when you do it spun. I like the faux feeling of being 'taken advantage of', even though I've resolved prior to the play session, what I would ask the top to do.

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…

I’ve been fucked in clubs, parks, restrooms, gyms, subway trains/stations, sleazy motels, behind dumpsters, among others. A few places I’d love to get fucked/ take loads in, but haven’t yet. • Sexual Health Clinic(Can’t elaborate) • Airport/Airplane(Never had luck 😕, but it would be especially hot during an international trip) • Truck/ Rest stops(I don’t drive so it’s logistically hard, but I’d love to take random loads from passing drivers/travelers)

That's been one of my fantasies for years! See a huge hung guy across the country, and fly out to him, with the only reason being, to get his cock and load in me!

Disclaimer: if you don’t like cheating stories then leave. I don’t need your input. I’ve posted a few stories on here before about how I love to cheat on my husband. And believe me, he doesn’t cheat. I’m not sure if he knows that I do or not. He’s caught me a while back and I’ve said I’d stop but I haven’t. We’ve recently started playing with other guys while we are together. We have one regular but have had 2 others stop by as well. It’s been fun—super hot watching my husband suck someone else’s dick and get bred. He begs for it and I know he wants it, which is why I wish he’d just let us play separately. With the holiday this week, I was off work. He had to work a few extra days, but I invited our buddy over. Since my husband works from home, this worked perfectly. While my husband was working, he could take some time and join in with me and our buddy so he wasn’t technically shut out of the fun. But what was so hot about this was when me and our buddy were alone together. I’ve hooked up with this guy before. He’s a married bear, slightly older than both my husband and I. It’s been 10 years since he’s bred me but it’s like it was yesterday. And now it’s super hot watching my husband makeout with him and ride his cock. My husband told me I can play separately while he’s at least in the other room but I’m going to see if this guy wants to fuck alone at his place. So fucking hot.

So hot! I wish I would be brave enough to do this. I wanna go to my local bath house but it’s always so nerve wracking. I need to get the courage to do it. Probably would have better luck than just using Grindr! Glad you got some seed!

When Pete and I finally got everyone out of the room, we decided that we should probably call it quits and go home to get some rest. "Let's go take a shower and get some of this grease and lube off before we pack up," I suggested, still horny from the hot sex and endless supply of chems. "Yeah, I think we're gonna smell like Crisco for a week!" Pete grinned, rubbing his hands over my sweaty chest. We headed down to the first floor where there's a large community shower and hot tub. We soaped up our bodies several times until our hair was no longer matted with grease and J-lube. We were still enjoying the effects of the "X" and the water running down our hot bods when this guy walked in and joined us. From the neck up, he looked like a typical preppy (clean cut, glasses, GQ face - think Victor Webster!). But down below, he showed signs of a wilder side... he obviously worked out - great body, tight abs, muscled arms with shoulder to bicep tattoos, pierced nipples on fully-pumped pecs, nice-sized veiny cock surrounded by clipped black pubes, and a biohazard tattoo on his right buttock. Pete and I gave each other a wink, and decided maybe we weren't done, yet! "Man, I loved watchin' Mark fuck you with that big dick of his," Pete said, loud enough for our new buddy to hear. "Yeah, I was definitely ready for it after the fisting he gave me!" I said, making a point of bending over and sudzing my ass. "Fuck, my hole is so hungry right now - I need to get fucked or fisted, bad!" Pete moaned, as he backed up to my semi-hard cock. Our buddy was trying to not pay attention to our talk, but his dick definitely heard every word. Still hanging down, it was easily as thick as a beer can - - - and growing! We grabbed our towels, dried off and as we were walking out of the shower said, "Maybe we'll both get lucky!" We took our time getting back to our room, stopping for a tour of the second floor and the maze. Things were really slowing down, with only a few diehards like us (going strong from chemical assistance) not willing to miss one more fuck. The floor of the maze was slick with cum and lube, and the strategically placed black lights illuminated a few white towels draped over shoulders or padding the knees of a hungry cocksucker. As we were leaving the maze, we literally ran into the guy from the shower. Pete and I took the opportunity to fondle his hard body under the guise of steadying ourselves... "Be careful in there - the floor's kinda slippery," I grinned, rubbing the back of my hand up and down his chiseled abs. I could feel his stomach flex as he pushed his crotch forward and rubbed his thick cock against my thigh. The "x" was making us both touch-feely, and Pete was having a great time playing with the stainless steel ring in his right nipple. "Sorry - we've been partyin' pretty hard, and you feel fuckin' great!" I said, letting my hand drop down to feel his fat meat. "Yeah, I think we're probably on the same level - I've been partyin' some, too!" he grinned, placing one hand on my butt and the other on Pete's. Feeling no additional signs of interest from our sexy shower buddy, Pete and I headed down the hallway toward the stairs, glancing back to see our friend slowly making his way into the maze. As soon as we were back in our room, I loaded the pipe with a huge rock and fired it up with the torch. We each took a big hit, and then took turns giving each other a hefty booty bump. "I thought we were leaving," Pete laughed, as he threw my leather harness toward me. "Hey, I didn't see you tryin' to get away, either!" I laughed back. After we got our leathers back on, we each filled a syringe with J-lube and injected it up each other's sleazy fuckhole. "Hey, we better open the door, otherwise we're gonna miss him if he walks by!" Pete said, realizing that we'd been caught in one of those chem time warps. I jumped up and opened the outer door, while Pete put one of our fisting DVDs into the portable player we had brought. We laid down crotch to crotch and started feeding a large, doubleheaded dildo into our pulsating chutes. "Look at the ceiling!" I moaned, noticing the mirror image of two hot leather dudes feeding their hungry holes. "HoT!!!" Pete managed to say, opening his ass to take more of the big rubber dong. "Definitely HoTTTTT!" said a voice in the doorway. We turned to look and see our tattooed, muscled, fantasy man standing there with a leather duffle hanging from his shoulder and wearing a fully-packed, black leather jock. "So this is where the PNPigFest is! I saw your message on the chalkboard when I first got here, and I've been lookin' for you guys ever since," he said, setting down his bag. "Mind if I shut the door?" "Fuck - shut it, man!" Pete said quickly. "I'm Kyle," he said extending his hand. "Pete - Jim," we answered, shaking hands. "Mind if I smoke a little?"Kyle asked, pulling a glass pipe out of the leather bag. "Only if we can join you," I laughed, grabbing our pipe and torch. "Man, I am so fuckin' horny, and x-in' and spun - hope you guys wanna play!" Kyle rambled. "Hope you mean playin' with that huge cock or your fists," Pete replied. "I think we can manage that," Kyle said, taking a deep hit from his pipe. I reached up and massaged his stuffed leather codpiece, while Pete chewed on one of Kyle's nipples. He just stood there awhile, waiting for the smoke to kick in, and enjoyed the two of us exploring his hot body. Kyle grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a large glob in the palm of his hand. "Let's see - if I overheard right, you've been fisted tonight (looking at me), so it's Pete's turn to get his ass stretched." Pete wasted no time in pulling his legs up and exposing his open hole. Kyle stuck three fingers in and immediately felt the "pre-lube" we had done. "Mmmmmmmm! PIGs is right! How long have you guys been here?" he said, working his hand in a wider and wider circle in Pete's hole. "Three and a half days - - - but we did go home for a few hours," I quickly corrected myself. "Fuck! I got a tweet from a fuck buddy of mine about a couple of hot party pigs at Midtowne. That's what convinced me to head down here!" Kyle said as he just about had his hand in Pete's butt. "Oh yeah! Ohhhh yeahhhh! Ffffuuuuuccccckkkkkk!" Pete moaned, as Kyle's hand pushed past his sphincter. Some of the J-lube oozed out and pooled on the rubber sheet on the bed. "Glad we finally found each other!" I said, kneeling behind Kyle and rubbing my hands up and down his muscular torso and in between his perfect butt cheeks. Kyle worked Pete's hole expertly, occasionally pushing back against my sweaty crotch "Hey, would you mind gettin' that baggie outta my bag and givin' me a booty bump?" Kyle asked, smearing some of the excess lube on his own ass. I sat up and followed instructions. "Mmmmmmm!" Kyle moaned as he squirmed on my powdered finger. "You guys are so fuckin' hoTTTT!" After another ten minutes of workin' Pete's ass over, Kyle closed his fist and started a nice punch fuck. Pete's hole gaped open each time the fist pulled out, and I could tell by his breathing that he was in pig heaven. "Okay. Now grab that black butt plug outta my bag and work it in my hole," Kyle directed. (This guy was definitely no preppy...) The butt plug was extra-large and still had signs of grease and lube on it from earlier. I smeared some Crisco and J-lube on it for good measure, and then started pressing it into Kyle's musclehole. For a minute he stopped fisting Pete, and I heard him take several deep breaths. When I heard him exhale a long one, I pushed upward and felt the huge plug pop in. "Oh yeahhhhhhhhhhh!" Kyle hissed. "You ready for some of my big cock?" he stared at Pete, taking his fist out and reaching into the codpiece of his leather jock to lube up that piece of meat that first caught our attention. As his cock hardened, he unsnapped the codpiece from the jock, revealing another leather piece that acted as a cockring for his thick cock and heavy, shaved balls. He was also wearing a heavy, chrome, donut cockring and a 1" ballstretcher on his balls. "Hold on," I whispered in Kyle's ear. I grabbed the baggie and sprinkled some of the white powder on the fat head of his cock. "Sweet!" he whispered back with a big grin. Pete's hole was still gaping open; his sphincter a thick, purple pucker, pulsating, begging to be fucked. Kyle knee-walked forward, positioned his obscenely thick cockhead dusted with "T," and sank it deep into Pete's guts. After the intense punchfucking, Kyle's dick was an easy fit for my pig BF's sloppyhole. "Oh no you didn't!" Pete said wide-eyed, as he started to feel the burn from the chems on Kyle's cock. He knew just who was behind it, too. "Now you know why he's my kinky, pig boyfriend," Pete told Kyle while reaching over and grabbing my Viagra-hard tool. (Pete and I split a "little blue pill" just before Kyle came up to the room !) Pete's cock was thick, and laying to one side, but I knew it could "cum to attention" if needed! Not to be left out, I grabbed our Ty Fox dildo and easily slid the big, rubber dick in my lubeslick hole. "Damn, you guys are into some BIG dicks!" Kyle grinned, ramming his meat back into Pete and watching me plow my hole with the fat dildo. "Damn, I love gettin' fucked by a monster cock!" Pete babbled. "Feels so fuckin' good in my hole, man! Hope you're not ready to cum yet, 'cause this feels tooooo fuckin' good!" "Are you kiddin'? When I party, I can fuck for days without cummin'!" Kyle smiled, grinding his muscular hips against Pete's greasy butt. I grabbed a paper towel to wipe the sweat and grease off my nipples and re-attached the tit clamps to my "x"tra sensitive tits. I had to pull my nipple rings straight out so I could get a good-sized piece of my nipple clamped in the rubber-tipped clamp. I reached in our bag of toys and hauled out our largest dildo, "Jumbo Jack," and slathered it with a mix of Crisco and J-lube. Pete reached behind him and grabbed our baggie and held it out for Kyle to dip his finger in. The lube on his finger acted like a magnet, and when he pulled it out, I knew I was in for a TreaTTTT! "Here, piggy, piggy!" he teased, keeping his finger upright so as not to spill any of the crystal. I got on my hands and knees, backed up to him and Pete and pulled my muscled buttocks apart so he had a clear shot to my dripping hole. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!" I sighed as the shit burned in my over-used slot. While his finger was massaging my insides, he was pulling out the huge butt plug from his own asshole. He pulled his finger out of my hole and sucked the remains off with his sexy lips. "Do me, man!" spreading his cheeks apart, not once removing his giant cock from Pete's ass. My hands were just as greasy, so the bump I pulled out of the bag was major! The butt plug had left Kyle's hole gaping open, so I easily slid the bump in without losing any. "Ohhhhhh, ffuuuccckkkkkkk!" Kyle moaned. "I'm gonna need to get fucked, soon!" There wasn't much left in the baggie, so I gave Pete a liberal bump sliding my finger in between the wall of his hole and Kyle's huge cock. Then I laid back and started feeding the Jumbo Jack dildo into my nasty pig hole. It's a huge dildo, with an abnormally large head (the part I like!) Watching the three of us in the mirrors was like watching the hottest porn film on earth! I guess I looked needy, 'cause soon I felt a hand take over the feeding of the giant cock in my hole. Then it slid out and I felt someone squirting a large amount of warm J-lube into my stretched manhole! When I finally opened my eyes, Kyle had stopped fucking Pete and had moved directly between the two of us. He was working both of our holes with his hands! I grabbed the chain on the tit clamps, tugged and yelled, "Fuck me! Fist my hole! Fist both our FFuckin' holes!!! Pete had attached his tit clamps, too, and he was riding Kyle's left hand like a buckin' bronco! After a good 20 minutes of heavy duty fisting, I could tell Kyle was about to collapse. We were all sweating like the chempigs we were, so I put up my hands signalling a time out. Leaning over to Pete's ear, I whispered, "We're not being very good hosts. I think we need to work his hole over!" "Hell, yeah!" Pete whispered back. I passed around a bottle of water for everyone to rehydrate a little. We all smoked a cigarette to relax, and then I winked at Pete that it was time for us to take over. Each of us took one of Kyle's pierced eraser nipples in our mouths and began a light chewing. He immediately responded by writhing on the bed and moaning like a true pig! While he was distracted, Pete and I each grabbed a leather wrist restraint and quickly fastened it on each of Kyle's wrists. I went first and stretched his arm out and attached the restraint to a bolt on the side of the platform bed. Before he knew it, Pete had done the same with the other arm. "What the fuck!" Kyle yelled, surprised at the scene reflected in the mirror above him. His muscular body pulled half-heartedly, flexing a bicep here, a pec there. I filled a syringe with J-lube and told him to hold still (I knew he really wanted his ass played with, so this was more of a roleplay deal). "Oh man, that feels soooo good!" he moaned as the warm lube filled his cavity. I started working my fingers in his hole, while Pete prepared his nipples for the clamps. When they were secure, Pete attached them by another chain to the "D" links on his ballstretcher. Everytime his cock jerked, it yanked on his "x" sensitive tits! I now had four fingers in his hole, and the lube was running out like crazy. I grabbed the can of Crisco and made a big deal of showing him while I plunged my hand in for a big glob of grease. "Please, sir! Fist my hole! I need my hole stretched really bad! I'm so fuckin' hungry! Please! Please! Please!" he babbled while twisting in the restraints, which then caused the nipple clamps to tug on his huge, stretched tits! Pete squirted more J-lube on my greasy hand, and I mixed the two together to create a nasty, slick, fucklube. Kyle's ass was on fire now, and I easily slid my hand in in one smooth motion. "Ffuuucccckkkkkkk!" he cried. "Oh, God! That feels so fuckin' good!!! Punch my hole, sir! Stretch it with your fist!!!" Kyle's reaction had made Pete's and my cocks rock hard, and we new it was time to fuck our little musclepig. While I continued to feed Kyle's slutty hole with my clenched fist, Pete dug through our bag of toys for his favorite cockring/ballstretcher. It's all leather - heavy leather cockring that snaps around cock and balls, and then a 1 1/2" leather ball stretcher that's attached to the cockring with a short piece of leather. Simple, but looks and feels really hot! Pete's got a nice thick cock himself (when he isn't suffering from crystal dick...), with a 00 gauge PA that feels great when he fucks! Standing there in his harness, armbands, tit clamps and cock and ballstretcher - he looked fucking HOTTT! Kyle's hole was making that nasty slurping sound that I love - just right for a good, sloppy raw fuck! "You ready to get fucked, boy?" Pete said in his deepest 'I don't care if you're ready, 'cause I'm gonna fuck you anyway' voice. He was tugging on the nipple clamps and slapping his greased up cock to get it as hard as possible. Kyle's eyes were staring intently on the cock that was about plow his ass. "Yes, sir! I need to get fucked so bad, sir! Please fuck me rough, sir!" Kyle chanted without taking his eyes off the cock. I moved out of the way, and Pete took my place between Kyle's muscular thighs. While I was fisting Kyle, Pete had also put leather restraints on Kyle's ankles with ropes attached. As Pete pushed Kyle's ankles back toward his head, I grabbed the ropes and ran them through each of the eyebolts on the sides of the bed. Now, in addition to his arms being immobilized on either side, his legs were stretched up and out exposing his puckered hole. My sexy leatherman took on a whole new attitude as he sank his pierced cock into Kyle's spongy chute. "Damn, this boy's butt is on fire!" Pete growled. "Good work, Jim! You got him opened up just the way I like 'em. Loose 'n' sloppy! How d'you like that cock in your hole, pig? You like gettin' fucked by a big Daddy dick?" Pete knew how to talk pig with the best of'em. All Kyle could do was pant, and every once in awhile let out an "Oh Fuck!" or "Fuck, yeah!" Meanwhile, I got ready for my own assault on the musclepig's hole. My cock was too hard to put on my chrome cockring, so I grabbed a wide leather band with big chrome pyramid studs. Then I slipped on a heavy, weighted, chrome ballstretcher (the 2 piece kind that you tighten with an Allen wrench). I rummaged through the bag and found a leather "Executioner's Hood" and pulled it on without either of them seeing me. Then I clipped a couple of weights on the chain attached to my tit clamps for an extra tug. I figured Kyle might need a little chem assist, so I fire up the pipe and held it in front of his mouth. He gladly accepted. "Hey, fuckpig! Looks like you're gonna get two Daddy dicks tonight! My buddy here loves fuckin' sleazy pigholes!" Pete sneered as he set the scene for me. Before I got started, I figured I'd have a little fun with our pig. I took our riding crop and started tapping Kyle's stretched balls. Each time, I struck a little harder, causing him to jump, which in turn tugged on his tit clamps! Then I would play in his hole for awhile with the Ty Fox dildo. Back to the crop. Then to the dildo. Finally, I sank my rigid cock into his burning hole. Pete wasn't kidding - it was hot as hell! "Nice hole, pig! You like gettin' fucked? You like flipfuckin' with a coupla parTy pigs?" I taunted him. As before, all he could do was pant, and occasionally mumble, "Oh, Fuck! Fuck, me! Fuckin' nasty pig! Use my fuckin' hole!" When I couldn't fuck anymore, (and none of us were able to cum...) I pulled my fat cock out of his slimy hole and we untied him. "Oh, fuck! That was the best! You guys can fuck me anytime! Fuck!" Kyle rambled on. Pete went to go get more water, while I gently played with Kyle's quivering hole. We eventually showered, packed up, exchanged numbers and agreed to play again (after a substantial recovery). I love bein' a PIG!

The fourth time he checked about 15 minutes later he had a response. It was from the third email, 25 year old married guy (to a guy) who just had a thing for Straight guys. The guy was 25 5'10 155 red hair and blue eyes. His response to the email started out. First I need you to know that I am married to a guy, I have only sucked off one other straight guy since we have been married and this must be on the downlow. I am on staycation this week and I can be free whenever. I def love big dick and have very little gag reflex, I can deep throat your big 9" dick. I am free now if you are. Trevor shot back a response. I do not care about your relationship status or to even know your name. I am staying at a hotel in Hillcrest and just want you to come in, follow me to the chair and get on your knees and service my big dick, lick my balls and eat my ass and when I am ready to blow you must swallow my nut. If you understand and agree to that hit me back right away. Your email should read I understand and I will be there in -- minutes. Trevor wondered if the kid would hit him back and two minutes later the email read, Yes, I understand. 15 minutes I am on my way, What hotel and room. Trevor shot back the hotel and room number and got the robe from the bathroom and waited. Right on time there was a knock at the door. Trevor went to open it and this cute red head, better looking than his pic walked in and Trevor shut the door and without a word walked over to the chair and opened the robe, pulled it off and dripped it to the side and sat in the chair. The kid got on his knees and started to lick the head of the big dick that was started to get erect. Trevor was rock hard in no time and leaking, the kid would suck the head clean and then go back to licking Trevor's balls and then suck the head and another inch and Trevor finally grabbed the kids head and said hold still. He slowly worked his dick in the kids throat, He felt resistance from the kid trying to pull back and he just held him there and then pressed further till the kid was all the way down on his big dick. The kid could not breath so Trevor let him loose and he pulled off the dick and coughed and gasped for air. Trevor pulled both legs up and told the kid to eat his ass, the kid dove in and licked and tongued Trevor. Trevor began to moan and the kid kept at it, after five minutes Trevor let his legs down and pushed his dick forward, it was leaking big time. The kid sucked the head and started to suck him deeper but he was having a hard time since Trevor was so thick. Once again he grabbed the kids head and helped him force his thick dick down the kids throat and slowly fucked his throat and when he sensed the kid was about to pass out and he let him up and the kid gasped again and Trevor once again lifted his legs and the kid dove in. This time Trevor let him eat his hole for ten minutes, the kid had been pulling Trevor's ass cheeks apart to get in deeper and slide a finger in Trevor and licked around it as he fingered him for 30 seconds and Trevor realized what he was doing and pulled his legs down fed the boy his cock and this time he let him suck and work his dick till he was moaning and then once he again he grabbed the kids head and lowered him on his dick and slowly fucked his throat till he shot a huge load. It splashed and hit the kids throat and drained into his stomach. Trevor pulled off and the kid tried to catch his breath quickly and lick the head to taste his Trevor's cum but by the time he caught his breath Trevor had gotten up and started to walk away and told the kid to let himself out. He was going to take a piss. The kid got up and headed toward the door and Trevor heard the door close and he hopped in the shower so he could get ready for dinner with clients tonight. While he was in the shower he thought how great it was that he could concentrate and that he got off without a date or spending any money. No strings, no talking; fuck that never happens with a bitch. He got dressed and rushed off to meet the clients but started to get horned up. The waitress was hot as fuck and he wanted to take her out back in the alley and fuck her till and cum deep leaving his cum in her pussy. Although that would be hot he needed this dinner to go well and tried to stay focused. Midway through the dinner he slipped her a note with his number on it and Name and got back to the table and had another drink. Before long he paid and the clients wanted to go to a strip club and off he went with them. He winked at the waitress and left.

Chapter 4 A couple of days later James was feeling back to his old self and I was finally walking normal again; thank god as I had a flight today. I couldn't remember the last time my cunt had taken such a beating. That session was definitely on the list of my top five all-time sexual experiences. When I boarded the plane I had to catch my breath, oh fuck I was in trouble. There standing in the cockpit was my walking wet dream. Captain Anderson, or Captain Charlie to his friends. It had been years since I'd last flown with him. Which was a good thing because I had a fucking hardon everytime I'd see him. Yep I was chubbing up. Okay let me paint a picture for you. Six feet two, light sandy-brown hair, hazel eyes you could melt in, chiseled features. He always wore his shirts on the small side to show off his physique. I'm guessing he had tattoos he was trying to keep covered because even on the hottest days he'd wear long sleeved shirts. He looked to be in his forties but rumors had him actually closer to mid-fifties. I didn't care he was hot, oh yeah and straight as could be. Married with two sons who supposedly looked just like him. I know sad, right. And to make matters worse, he was genuinely a nice guy. I mean come on, at least if he was a total jerk it would be easier to hate him but being nice just made him all the more fuckable. I hadn't realized I was still standing by the the cockpit door staring until I heard a light chuckle. "You okay there son?" God even his voice was sexy. "Umm, yeah, umm sorry sir. Brain freeze for a second. I, umm, was trying to remember if I turned the iron off." The iron seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me. "The iron huh," he said smiling at me, "well happens to the best of us." Except it never happened to me because I don't even own a fucking iron. He reached his hand out to greet me. "Brody right? I think we had a flight together a few years ago." "Uhh, yeah that's right. Good memory, sir." "Call me Charlie." Then he smiled and showed off his damn dimples. Yep, bye bye chubby hello hard-on. Another flight attendant was right behind me so I said, "well I better get ready sir," and released his hand and moved further into the plane. I was working with two women today both of whom I'd never met before. After the encounter with Charlie we were busy getting ready for takeoff so I could distract myself from the extremely hot man just feet away from me. We had just finished the first round of beverage/snack service and were catching our breath. I was putting stuff away when one of the other flight attendants started talking to me. "Hey have you ever flown with Captain Anderson before?" Captain Anderson, hmm that was interesting. "No, first time, you?" "Me either, but a girlfriend of mine has and she said he's getting a divorce so he's going back on the market." How do you respond to that, "okay, wow, but umm, you may want to give him time to adjust to being single." I can't believe I was having this conversation. "No way man. He's such a catch you have to jump right on that before some other bitch snatches him up." I was trying really hard not to laugh. "Well good luck." A couple of hours into our coast to coast flight, myself and the chatty one were at the front of the plane to let the fight crew stretch their legs and use the facilities. She went into the cockpit and I stayed outside blocking the ailse with the beverage cart. The copilot came out first and took care of business and quickly returned to the cockpit. Now it was my hunks turn. "Hey sir, smooth flight so far." He gave me a look, "sorry Captain Charlie." He grinned, "better, but you can just call my Charlie." "Umm okay thanks." Fuck I was chubbing up again. "So Mindy in there is quite something, have you flown with her before?" "Nope, first time." "She kept offering to comfort me tonight since apparently everyone knows about my personal life." "Yeah sorry about that sir, I mean Charlie. She did mention you were about to be on the market again." Damn I felt sorry for the guy. He looked so sad, I just wanted to give him a hug. Okay yes I also wanted him to bend me over and fuck the shit out of me. Hey don't judge, you would too. "Her Intel is a little old. The divorce went through six months ago." "Damn, sorry that sucks." "Oh god no! That was the best thing I every did. I'm just sick of all the single and not so single ladies on these flights throwing themselves at me. I thought it was bad when I was married now it's ten times worse." "Well Charlie, you can hardly blame them. I mean you have looked in a mirror, right?" I gave him a big smile. "That's sweet Brody but I'm nothing special." "Yeah now you're just fishing for compliments," I teased back. He got a funny grin on his face, "well I should probably get back in there and save Tony from the man-eater," he joked, then squeezed and rubbed my shoulder. He started to turn towards the door but paused and said, "we should get a drink tonight. I mean if you don't have other plans." Yep you guessed it, rock hard. "Umm, yeah, sure. "He grinned even bigger then knocked on the cockpit door. When Mindy came out she was as giddy as a school girl. "Oh my god he is so hot. I invited him out to dinner tonight." "Wow that's great. Good for you., did he say yes?" "No, he was really sweet but told me he wasn't ready to start dating again." I tried really hard not to laugh. Pretty soon we were landing and making our way to the hotel. In the lobby everyone was discussing dinner plans. I begged off saying I was going to hit the gym and would just grab something later. I changed into some shorts and a tank top and made my way to the hotel gym. I figured I'd workout for an hour then hit scruff and try to find someone to dump my load in. I'd done about twenty-five minutes on the treadmill when the door opened and in walked my fucking wet dream wearing a muscle t-shirt and tight running shorts. Dear god, I thought I was going to blow my load right then and there. "Hey Brody hope you don't mind if I join you. A workout sounded much more appealing than dinner with Mindy and the gang." I smiled and slowed the treadmill to a walk. "Hey captain of course, join on in. Damn, love your tats." He had a half sleeve on one arm and a compass on his other bicep. "Thanks, my sons talked me into getting them after the divorce." "They look amazing on you. If Mindy could see you now she'd probably be all over you." "Ugh no thank you. I mean she's very nice and all but not really my type." "Oh yeah, so just what is your type, Charlie?" "I have a thing for gingers." "You don't say." I stopped the treadmill and walked over so I was standing right in front of him. My dick was rock hard. "Holy shit," he said. He was staring right at my biohaz tat on my arm. "Fuck, are poz?" "Umm, yep." "Man that is so hot!" He suddenly looked like something had just occured to him and his face lite up with a smile. "You didn't by chance recently poz another flight attendant?" "Umm, fuck, umm where did you hear that?" "There's a group of guys at work who may or may not get off on very risky sex." He said winking at me. "One of the guys is a pilot friend of mine. He's been fucking a flight attendant named James for months and he told my pilot friend that his poz roommate's been feeding him toxic loads. He even showed him some pics of a hot ginger breeding him. Your face isn't totally shown but I definitely recognize that tat." You're famous within our group. James sent a pic showing his test results two days ago." "Did you say 'our' group?" I shoved my hand down his shorts and felt his hard cock. "My sons have been introducing me to the joys of gay sex." I raised my eyebrows up at him just as his phone went off. He looked at the number and shrugged, "damn it! I really have to take this." I whispered in his ear, "I'm in room 1237. Don't make me wait long."

Chapter 3 I had just flown home and was scheduled to have the next few days off. Both my roommates were working so I was looking forward to having the place to myself. I was also hoping to reconnect with Kevin, my poz daddy. I hadn't had a chance to hook up with him since I'd moved out to the east coast. When I walked into the apartment I saw James crashed out on the couch watching tv. "Hey I thought you were scheduled to work?" "I don't feel well, they sent me home a couple days ago. I was fine until we started to board the plane then all the sudden, let's just say if people were smart they would've avoid the front bathroom at all costs." "James, do you have flu and cold like symptoms?" "Yep, how'd you know?" "I think you may have the fuck flu." "Holy shit I didn't even think of that." "Well the timing fits and your hard cock certainly likes that idea." "I guess it's safe to say that I'm as sick and twisted as you. Even though I feel like crap I want nothing more than for you to fuck another toxic load deep inside me." Now I was rock hard so I did what any good friend would do, gave him another load. I sent Kevin a text to see if he could recommend a poz friendly doctor to take James to since he refused to go back to his regular GP. I guess at his last visit his doctor had lectured him for twenty minutes about how stupid he was being when he admitted to having sex without condoms. I received a text back pretty quickly with the name and address of Kevin's own doctor. He'd even managed to make an appointment for him the next day at noon. I went to tell James the good news but he was out cold. Luckily he was feeling a little better in the morning. He kept insisting I didn't need to go with him but I think deep down he was relieved not to have to go alone. We arrived at doctor's office a little before noon and were greeted by the cutest receptionist. "Afternoon boys, I'm Matty how can I help you." James just kind of stood there in a daze so I jumped in. "Hi, my friend James has an appointment at noon with Dr. Manning." "And what's your name ginger?" I smiled, "I'm Brody, I'm just here for moral support." "Well damn, aren't you a good boyfriend." "Not boyfriends, just friends and roommates." "Hmm that's good to know." He winked and handed me a clipboard with forms to fill out. "I'll give these to you since your friend looks like he's about to fall over." "Sorry he's battling the flu." "The flu or thee flu?" he asked. Of course James chose this moment to start talking, "he thinks I have the fuck flu." "Umm interesting, and what do you think hot stuff?" "Well he did fuck me repeatedly with his poz cock so I'm guessing he's probably right. I really need to sit down now," he said and walked over to the waiting room. Oh my god someone please kill me. "Umm sorry about that, I think this flu has him a bit delusional." "Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of ginger. If you managed to knock that fine boy's ass up that's something to be proud of." I must have had a confused look on my face because he just smiled and said, "you'll find this practice is just a little different than most others when it comes barebacking. We believe you should always fuck raw and poz guys are extremely special. Why don't you go have a seat with you friend, the doc will be with you shortly." Wow, if the doctor was half as easy going as his receptionist then I had definitely found my new GP. I walked over to the waiting room and stopped short when I couldn't see James at first. There was a guy with his back to me and then I noticed James, he seemed to have his head on the guy's lap. "I am so sorry," I started to say as I went over to them. "Kevin, well fuck me. What are you doing here?" "Oh I'd love to fuck you again Brody," he said licking his lips, "but I thought you might need some help with your friend here," he said stroking James's head. James was almost purring. He looked up at me with a big grin on his face, "do you like my new daddy? I think he likes me because I can feel his dick getting harder." I could hear Matty chuckling from the front desk. "James this is Kevin. He's the guy that knocked me up. So technically he's my poz daddy." He sat up and turned to get a good look at Kevin. "Mmm, so I guess that makes you my grandpoz then. I can't wait to have your dick buried deep inside me, sir." Before Kevin could respond a gorgeous 6' tall muscular hunk wearing skin tight scrubs walked up to us. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I could see the outline of his impressive cock. Fuck I was horny. "Hi guys, my name's Chris, I'm Dr. Manning's nurse. Hey Kevin great to see you again. So I take it this is your new son?" "Actually he's more like my grandson. Brody here," he said pointing to me, "is my poz son. He's the one responsible for turning this little guy." He had his arm around James who was busy running his fingers up and down the length of Kevin's hard cock through his pants. Chris smiled, "I love it when chasers seroconvert. Even though they feel sick they're usually horny as hell." He reached for James and helped him up. "Okay son, why don't you come with me and we'll go see the doctor. Matty, why don't you close for lunch and take Kevin and Brody with you to the break room." "Excellent idea," Matty said already locking up. This was by far the most laid back sexually charged doctor's office I'd ever been to. I was definitely going to need to visit the bathroom to jackoff soon. Chris lead James away so Kevin was able to finally to stand up and give me a hug. He squeezed me tight grinding his hard crotch against mine. "I'm so proud of you for spreading the bug." He leaned down and started kissing me deep. "As hot as this scene is I think we'll be a lot more comfortable in the break room." Kevin pulled away from me. "Mmm, Matty's right. You're gonna love this." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. Matty was holding the door to the room open for us. Words cannot describe what I saw. "Holy fucking shit! Is this a doctor's office or a sex club?" I asked trying to pick my jaw up off the floor as I took in the sling, fuck bench, Saint Andrew's cross and table with a ton of sex toys laid out. "Nevermind I don't care I'm so horny I just need one of you to fuck me now," I said ripping my clothes off. They both grabbed me and threw me into the sling. Kevin secured my wrists while Matty took care of my legs. My cock was leaking like crazy. Matty ran his fingers over my stomach to gather my precum that was pooling there so he could lube my hole. "As much as I love your fingers inside of me I'd really prefer your dick instead." Kevin started stripping Matty as he continued to play with my hole. "Boy, you're going to love Matty's cock. He's hung like a fucking horse and his PA always feels amazing as he's destroying a cunt." I looked up and saw a 9" rock hard dick that was easily thicker than a beer can making its way towards my cunt. The fact that Matty was such a small guy made his cock look even bigger. I felt the metal of his peircing first as he started to push into my body. He was going way to slow trying not to hurt me. "Oh dear god shove that monster inside me and rape my fucking pussy already." He didn't have to be told twice, he pulled out then slammed back in as hard as he could. I fucking saw stars as he took my breath away. He had this evil look in his eyes as he started to pound my ass. I was pretty sure I'd be walking funny for days. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, "oh god yes, destroy my pussy, fuck me rough." "Yeah you slut, you like my big poz cock inside you don't you." "Yes, yes, yes, harder!" "God he's a loud bitch. Kevin, why don’t you shut him up." I soon had a dick in my mouth to destract me from the assult on my cunt. So in other words I was in heaven. I'd been so busy concentrating on topping and spreading my poz seed that this was the first time in awhile that my cunt got to be the center of attention and the only thing that mattered was me getting used. Kevin came first shooting his load down my throat. Between the dick in my mouth and the one pounding my ass my own cock started to blow covering my chest in cum. In the process, my ass muscles clamped tight sending Matty over the edge. God that boy had huge loads, he shot seven or eight ropes of thick cum into my hungry pussy. Kevin pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. "I'm so proud of you son." I just grinned at him, too exhausted to speak. I could feel Matty's cock deflating and slowly moving out of my ass leaving my hole wide open. Before I could miss the feeling for too long another cock shoved deep inside. Kevin was still making out with me and Matty was coming over to feed me his cock so I had no idea as to who had just entered me. I looked up and saw a hot man dressed from the waist up still wearing his white coat. His hard cock pumping in and out of my lossening hole. He saw me finally making eye contact and smiled, "hey slut, I heard you moaning so loudly I had to come sample your delicious cunt. Damn Matty did a number on you, look at that gapping hole," he said as he pulled out then slammed back in." "Oh god, I don't know who you are but please don't stop fucking me. Your cock feels so good." "I'm Dr. Manning," I guess Matty wasn't joking when he said this practice encouraged barebacking. "Fuck I'm getting close, you want me to add my strain to your DNA you whore?" "Yes! Fucking give me your toxic cum." He slammed in and started unloading, mixing his bug with Matty's." "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I kept repeating with a huge smile on my face. He pulled out and Kevin was right there to clean him off. Matty undid my wrists so I could shake Dr. Manning's hand. "A handshake seems a little formal after your raw dick was just seeding my cunt doc. I'm Brody by the way." He was laughing, "yeah sorry about that. I took one look at Matty ruining your pussy and had to take a turn." "You can breed me anytime. Damn, I wish all doctor's were like you. Oh fuck, I forget about James, is he alright?" Some friend I turned out to be laying here with two loads up my ass and one down my throat, forgetting the whole reason we were there. Dr. Manning helped me out of the sling and over to a chair. "He'll be fine. I think the worst of his flu has passed. Just make sure he keeps hydrated and gets plenty of rest. We'll have his blood work back in a day or two to confirm his status for sure but I'll let him share with you the results of his rapid test." At that moment James walked into room following Chris, both of whom were naked. I could see cum dripping down his leg. He grinned at me and said, "congrats Brody, it worked, you knocked me up."

The stud looked down at me, “Take a hold of it.” My hand hesitated as I reached for his humungous cock, totally engorged with blood at this point. I swear it had grown another inch at least from when I measured it. I wrapped my hand around it, but my fingers just barely touched, and definitely not comfortably. It was so thick and juicy. “Stroke it,” he condescended. I began running my hand up and down the length of his cock, moist from the hot day and his yard work. “That’s how a cock is supposed to feel in your hand. Meaty, big, like mine. You enjoying that?” I couldn’t tell him. I didn’t know. All of this was so new. I knew that I didn’t want it to be happening. I was terrified of what was coming, and I was humiliated to know that I would never be able to satisfy another person as a man. There was a feeling in my stomach though, a fluttery feeling. An uncontrollable excitement at being completely robbed of my power of choice, of submitting totally to another man. There was a freedom in it, an empowerment in being able to shed the pressure and worry of measuring up. I didn’t measure up, but I could offer my holes without feeling the need to compete or prove myself. I figured that I must enjoy stroking his cock because I was still doing it and he wasn’t egging me on. With a small cursory nod I answered his question and then tried to quickly change the subject by asking, “What does the tattoo mean?” The black and red emblem that I had seen in doctors' offices and biology labs for years was right at eye level, staring me in the face. It seemed to be warning me…but of what? “I’ll tell you what,” the beast licked his lips. “When you’ve given your ass over to all of my cock; when your pussy rings have stretched and open enough so that your smooth little bubble butt is pressed up against that tattoo, I’ll tell you what it means.” I had been looking at him while he spoke, my eyes crinkling more and more with concern as he talked about the intention of putting that entire part of his anatomy into my tight pink asshole. His eyes rolled back in his head and grabbed his cock away from me, jerking it at the speed of light and growling, “Uhhhh, those little looks of fear you give me, get me so fucking hard and horny.” And with that, he squeezed his thumb down the entire ten-plus inches of his shaft and a bead of sticky fluid peaked out of the hole at the end of his penis. It formed a full pearl of pre-cum, hanging onto the opening of his cock and had soon created a drip about a half inch long dangling from the slit. “Take a taste.” “What?” I stammered, not ready for this. “Stick out your tongue and lick that juice from the end of this hole wrecker.” I just froze. “I swear to God, if you waste that drip of pre-cum and let it fall to the floor, not only will I shove your face down there to lap it up so fast and so hard that you’ll have a bloody lip, but I will stick my entire fuck stick into you dry and fuck a hole into your colon. Get licking.” And I could tell he was serious about hurting me so I stuck my tongue out and leaned forward on my knees. I pushed my tongue against the end of his bulbous head and transferred the sticky substance from his hole onto my tongue. His taste filled my mouth immediately, this sweet and salty nectar that immediately got my tiny dick harder and made me inadvertently open my thighs a bit to allow anything and anyone easier access to my back door, but also made me feel trashier and used, nothing but a worthless receptacle for a real man’s bodily fluids. But I didn’t mind feeling that way. His taste lingered in my mouth but was too weak to incite the feelings again. I reached out for his dick, trying to squeeze another dollop onto my tongue, and managed a smaller, equally delicious drop. I released his pole and moved my tongue around my mouth trying to expose my taste buds to as much of the stuff as I could. With a small laugh, my attention was brought back to the man that owned me for the afternoon just to settle a $20 pool debt. His enjoyment of my desire for the shit coming out of his dick was apparent and he smiled that smile at me. “Go ahead and suck it. Give it a good taste. Worship a real man by taking his cock where ever he wants to put it.” “I don’t know how to suck cock.” I didn’t. I was being honest. I had never done it, and he was so big. I wouldn’t do it well, I knew I wouldn’t. And I was scared about what it meant if I did. He simply said, “So you’ll learn. And you’ll learn fast. The better you are at it, the longer it is before I violate your other hole.” My ass clenched at the mention of being torn open by his oversized tool and my stomach fluttered at having it be called my “other hole.” I accepted what he said by nodding as I approached his 10 incher, slowly opening my mouth. “Open bigger than that, boy.” I stretched my mouth wider, and felt the soft velvety skin of his mushroom head push through my lips. Again, he tasted of sweat and work. Not dirty, but clean fresh sweat (Again, I would find out the difference later with some of my other clients that tasted of dirty sweat.) This man’s taste consumed me, especially when his helmet was against my soft pallet and my tongue was rubbed against by the spongy, damp skin of the steel-like shaft. “That’s a good rookie cocksucker,” he coached. “Now suck on it a bit. Pretend you wanna’ suck something from my balls through my dick like a straw.” I began giving the portion of his cock I had in my mouth some suction, doing exactly what he said by pretending that I was sucking on a straw. The taste of his pre-cum flooded my mouth again, this time more than the first drip. I felt like a whore and sucked harder. “That’s a good hole. Now bob your head a bit. Be sure to keep those teeth out of the way. Good faggot boy, pretend your mouth is a pussy and fuck yourself with my meat.” I bobbed my head just like he said, trying to take more of it, but not really getting that much of his endowment in my mouth. “Now this is important,” he schooled. “Don’t be all neat and prissy about your blow jobs. Let them get messy. Let the saliva flow, let it run out onto the cock, over your face, never swallow that shit back down. The only thing you swallow is puke if you should gag that much on it. Don’t ever fucking throw up on my dick. You train your fucking throat better than that.” I continued to bob and suck, letting the saliva building up in my mouth go where it wanted. There wasn’t enough room in my mouth for his gigantic piece and all that saliva so it began to run down the top of the 6 inches of his cock not yet in my mouth hole and all over my chin, dripping and falling down onto my sore red boy tits and my eight pack. I felt his hand run through my hair, and then his fingers entangled themselves in my tresses, reclaiming the power and control of how much cock each of my orifices would be consuming. My eyes shot up to look at him, immediately tearing and pleading with him to have mercy. Slight pain in my hair straining against my scalp signaled me to meet his pelvic thrusts with my mouth. His throbbing pole began hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag and choke. I remembered what he said so I focused on not letting myself puke. My hands reached forward to brace myself against his thighs, muscled and defined from sports and work…and I’m sure, from fucking every hole attached to a hot person. Spit was running like a waterfall down my chin and over my torso. My eyes were watering so tears were streaming down my face and snot was dripping from my nose uncontrollably. Bubbles were forming and popping all around the entrance of my mouth where his cock picked up speed in its invasion of my face. I continued to look up at him, embarrassed of all of these things, embarrassed to be emitting so many unattractive fluids all over my face, my mouth distorted by another man’s horse cock. But he would have none of that. “Forget about it, cunt, let it go. You look like such a slut. Ashamed that you have tears, snot, and spit all over your face. And all because of my cock. Just think, your girlfriend never looked like this because your dick can’t do this. She coulda’ flossed with your pathetic dick, but this is what a man can do. Reduce a pussy boy to a choking, gagging whore with red teary eyes, a runny nose, and a mouth stretched beyond recognition. So just accept it. Fucking relish the freedom of letting those juices flow, of being covered with spit and semen and piss and snot just to please another man, a real man. Come on, let it go. Let it go.” My mind was racing, but I figured that this was happening one way or the other, so I might as well listen to him. He had far more experience in this than I did. He sounded like he was trying to help me make it easier on myself, albeit a bit cruelly. So I tried. I stretched my increasingly tiring mouth even wider, tried to think of yawning in order to open my throat, and stopped trying to blink away the tears or sniffle up the snot. He immediately felt my mouth and throat give in, “That’a boy…” He really began skull fucking me, the helmet of his tool plungering in and out of my virgin throat. Everything was flowing…tears poured out of my eyes, mucus bubbled, dripped, and dried as I fought to breath through my nose, and saliva just gushed, splattered, and spilled in long strings from my chin and his cock onto my body and the floor. As I gagged, I prevented myself from throwing up, but I would cough up bile from deeper inside of me that inevitably would spill out over my chin and down my torso. I could hear the sounds of wet suction in my mouth and throat as I took him farther into my gagging orifice until suddenly, I felt his low hangers slapping against my chin. I couldn’t believe it. There was enough of his ten and half inches in my little mouth so that his balls could swing and hit my chin. “That’s a good little whore. Let me skull fuck you, you stupid little slut. You fucking cock socket.” And he just kept pushing into my mouth, invading my throat, his balls hitting my wet chin in rhythm and sending small showers of spit into the air, spraying my face and his hips. The friction and the repeated stabbing into my throat was wearing me down so in retaliation, I reached my hands around to the back of his thighs and his ass, and I don’t know what I was thinking but I pulled him into me, rooting his cock deep in my throat. I dug the fingers of my right hand into his chiseled ass and grasped his right hamstring with a wanton need, not letting him move, just keeping almost 5 inches of his dick in my esophagus. Somehow it occurred to me that I could pulse my aching throat around his cock and so I squeezed his snake with my throat to keep him satisfied with the lack of movement. I kept re-emphasizing my need to have him lodged in my gullet by forcefully caressing and kneading his leg and ass. I was being reduced to a 20 dollar whore. “Holy fuck, you are a cock lover. Look at you using your throat like a pussy trying to milk a baby out of me. You are such a dumb little fuck toy. You just love that dick, don’t you?” He waited. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to answer. I was engulfed on his cock! His hands held firm on my head and I was starting to feel a bit suffocated. “Come on, faggot, answer the question. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I pushed back on his hand, but he didn’t budge. “Ah ah ah, answer me with that cock in your throat. You can do it.” I was starting to get that panicky feeling because my limited air supply was becoming uncomfortable. I struggled and whimpered a little bit. “No you don’t. You don’t come up from that cock until you answer me and I can understand what you said. You just love that dick, don’t you?” I quickly tried to say, “Yes, Sir,” but it was completely unintelligible. I didn’t even understand it and I was the one saying it. “I couldn’t understand that,” he taunted. “Be a lot more articulate than that.” I was starting to get scared that he would never let me breathe. I mustered all my energy and said as clearly as I could, “Yes, Sir.” He released my head as he said, “That’s what I thought, bitch.” I sputtered and choked as I sucked big breaths of air in. Stroking his glistening shaft with long, smooth gestures, he circled me like a shark, collecting the slime from his tool in his hand. He grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back, my mouth instinctively flying open as the ceiling became my focal point. I felt his other hand scoop up the spit that had pooled on my body, adding to the collection from his dick. He then moved up to my face and scooped up all of the stringy saliva, bile, and snot from my cheeks and chin. Leaning over my still gaping mouth, he force fed me the goo in his hand, and then added to the cocktail by hawking up a loogey and expertly spitting it in my mouth. “Swallow it, slut.” I brought my lips together and gulped down the disgusting mixture. It certainly didn’t taste good, but my dick jumped and my ass twitched so I knew it was something that I craved. My tongue lashed out and looped around my mouth in search of any extra saliva, precum, or dried snot that I could ingest. My captor was obviously please with my submission and released my hair, continuing to circle me. Finally, he placed his forearms on the back of the couch and bent over. Somehow, even in this typically vulnerable position, he looked masculine and powerful. His hairy legs bulged and tensed as he bent his knees so that his sculpted ass was more exposed. Both of his cheeks quivered slightly, the muscles flexing in waves as he maneuvered into a comfortable position that he would be able to maintain for a while. The hair on his ass looked soft and silky, the skin beneath glistening with the same sweat that I had encountered everywhere else on this bull. A deep crevice cut through the rounded globes of his ass leading to his asshole. An asshole not like mine, not meant to have things in it. Not meant to be used by other men in lieu of jerking off. Not meant to be used as an alternative to a urinal. That’s what my pretty pink asshole was for, not his. His brown pucker stared straight at me, expectantly. It was a tight, manly starfish of an asshole lightly circled with wispy brown hair. “Don’t just look at it, faggot. Eat it.” “You haven’t showered though.” “I’m gonna’ fuckin’ beat your ass, you stupid whore. A fuck hole that I own for the afternoon shouldn’t give a shit whether I showered or not.” His mention of shit made my mind spin. What if he had pooped before I got there. I definitely didn’t want to taste THAT! He interrupted my thoughts, “You need to get your whore-ass tongue out of your slutty mouth and into my butt or I swear to God I will put things up your ass that you’ll have to go to an emergency room to get out. Don’t think I’m kidding. I once kicked a bottom out that door because I had forced him to take a baseball up his ass and he couldn’t push it out. I told him to come back when he strengthened his cunt muscles and sent him on his way.” I knew he wasn’t joking so I just mustered up my courage and smooshed my face into his ass. Fuck, was he musky. No shit smell at all, but the pungent fragrance of a truly masculine man. The way his sweat meshed with his body’s chemistry turned what could have been B.O. into something aromatic, earthy, and truly delicious. My mouth literally watered and I knew I needed to taste it as well as smell it. I inhaled deeply to have the smell strong and fresh in my nostrils as I spread his muscular cheeks with my hands, planting my open mouth on his waiting anus. “Yeah, lick it like a full service bottom should,” he encouraged. Feeling the need to enjoy as much of his musk as possible, I slobbered over his hole, crack, and glutes. I gently bit his ass, running my tongue back and forth, and then pressing it into his hole, feeling his tender unfucked insides against my exploratory tongue. Legs shaking, he growled and beat his meat as his rented property slurped and sucked his ass. I must have done this for five or ten minutes and would have been content to keep going, although the muskiness was starting to dissipate much to my disappointment. However, he had other plans. He looked back over his shoulder at me munching away on his shitter like a kid eating his favorite meal and said matter-of-factly, “Okay, now it’s time to split open your tight little cunt.” I looked up from his ass, my face slick with my own saliva that now tasted and smelled like his ass musk, scared and helpless. He just grinned.