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A Graduation Gift for My Little Brother Part I (This first part starts out slow but hang with me and I guarantee it'll get hotter and more fun! I'm setting the stage with this initial part. Thanks men. I hope you enjoy!) I sat on the edge of the king-size bed in the hotel room, working on my third beer since checking in barely an hour ago. The room was nice (it better have been for the price they charged for one night!). But then again it WAS one of the newer hotels for a well-known franchise so I was fine with the cost. The room was clean, had a huge shower/bathtub/jacuzzi combination in the bathroom. There was a fully-stocked bar with beer, liquor and mixers. Besides the wide-screen TV there was also a DVD player, currently playing a very verbal gay bareback video I had brought with me – one of a number I had brought from my collection at home. Yes, everything seemed to be set up just right. I was only waiting for my little brother, Chad, to get there. I looked at the digital clock on the night table once again and saw it was a few minutes before 8:00 P.M. I had texted him the room number and told him to show up around 8 so he should be here any minute I was hoping. Chad is 22 years old, with short blond hair, bright blue eyes and a contagious smile. He's 6' exactly (just a couple inches shorter than me) and has a tight muscled body from his years playing football in high school and then spending the last 3 years on the college gymnastics team. He graduated two weeks ago with a double major and tonight we were going to celebrate that achievement. Looking at the raunchy scene on the DVD I took a drag on the weed I was smoking and began to stroke myself as I thought of just how we were going to celebrate. There wasn't any cake. There weren't any presents to unwrap. But the hotel was supplying all the booze we would want all night, I had plenty of weed to get us both high and horny and the porn would be playing non-stop. We were going to be up all night doing everything two men can do to pleasure each other. And Chad was more than okay with all of that. You see we had been “having fun” together since he graduated high school four years ago. He was 18 at the time and I was 24. I had been married for almost two years. I loved my wife (and still do) and we were happy together. And our sex life was fantastic! I was totally satisfied and totally straight. My wife was out of town on business for a few days so I decided to invite Chad to our place for the weekend to help him celebrate being done with high school. He showed up early that Friday night with a case of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels. He never told me how he got it and I never asked! Lol For my part I supplied more liquor. We both knew the other one liked to drink and we were prepared. We started drinking right off and sat around for a while just bs'ing and talking about his plans for college, my new job, etc. We were both on our 3rd drink when Chad pulled a rolled up reefer from his shirt pocket. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows questioningly and he flashed that smile at me and said, “Do you mind, big Bro? Have you ever done it?” I took a deep drink from my glass and told him that I had done it 2 or 3 times before but it was before I got married. “Did you like it?”, he asked as he pulled a lighter from his pants and flicked it to life. “How'd it make you feel?” “Yeah,” I answered. “I remember kinda liking it. It gave me a nice buzz.” I watched silently as Chad brought the flame to the end of the joint and took a big drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for what seemed a long time before exhaling and blowing the cloud in my direction. The room and my nostrils were filled with the sweet acrid smell of the marijuana. Looking steadily at me and still smiling Chad said, “Oh yeah it gives me a damn nice buzz too! And it always makes me horny as hell! Did it make you horny, Lance?” I felt something stir in my mind but couldn't identify what. But what I was aware of is that I felt nervous and uncomfortable hearing Chad's question. He repeated his question in a lower voice when I didn't answer at first. “Well, yeah, I think it did. Maybe a little. I don't remember...it was years ago,” I answered. Chad scooted closer to me on the couch and held the joint out to me. “Let's find out for sure big Bro. Now. Here take a couple hits off this and see how it makes you feel. This is some of the best I've ever had and it kicks ass!” I hesitated then said, “I don't know man. Jess wouldn't like us doing it here in the house.” “Dude she's gone until Tuesday. She won't have a clue. C'mon, celebrate with me,” he insisted pressing the tip against my dry lips. Not really realizing I was doing it, I opened my lips and he slid the tip in. I watched as he put the flame from the lighter to the other end and it began to burn and smoke. “Hit it, Bro!” he said. “Suck that smoke in!” I closed my eyes and began inhaling as Chad continued encouraging me. “Yeah, Bro, that's it. Let's drink and smoke and get high and horny! Help your little bro celebrate!” I loved Chad. I always had and I wanted him to have a great time. Hearing his words, knowing I wanted to please him, and taking a second hit off the joint, it was only moments until I felt the electricity of the buzz running through my brain. My mind and my body relaxed as I rode the feeling. Chad noticed and as he slid the joint from between my lips he said, “Oh yeah, big Bro! You're feeling it aren't you? Feeling that sweet high, huh?!” I opened my eyes to see Chad right next to me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back at him and said, “You know it man! Damn I am flying! You weren't lying when you said it was some potent sh*t!” “I know,” he replied eagerly. “I knew you'd like it. And what else big Bro? Is it making you horny?” He grinned at me with a cunning look on his face. I reached down to my crotch and squeezed my growing bulge through my pants, fully aware Chad was watching me do it. “Oh yeah! It sure as hell is. Damn! I wish Jess was here! I need to get off!” I grinned again at Chad as I said this and realized that in some way I LIKED that he was watching me play with my cock through my shorts. And I became aware that he was groping himself too, and I was watching him. Chad lit the joint again and gave it to me. With no hesitation this time I took two more hits and handed it back to him. “You know big Bro you don't need Jess here to get you off.” “Whaddya mean dude?” I slurred in my increasingly high state. Chad looked at me intently for a moment or two then said, “I'm bi, big Bro. And right now there's nothing more I want to do than suck you off and drain you dry.” That sobered me up quite a bit real fast. “What?! You're bi? And you want to suck my dick?! Fuck dude we're brothers! That's just wrong and pe*vy!” Still, I made no move to stop him when he replaced my hand on my crotch with his and started squeezing and stroking my rockhard cock. “We're both high and horny, bro. You need to get off and I love sucking cock. And the fact that you're my brother only makes it hotter to me! C'mon man let me help you out. Just close your eyes and pretend it's Jess's mouth if you need to.” Saying that he reached for my zipper and pulled it down and slid his hand inside and pulled my dripping hard cock out. I just stared at him in drugged unbelieving silence. But I was so horny. As if in slow-motion I watched him lower his head down toward my exposed cock then I saw and felt him wrap his 18 year old lips around the head of my dick and my resolve crumbled. I threw my head back and moaned at the perfect pleasure. “Oh fuck, little bro! Oh yeah suck me, please!” And that's how me and my baby bro started having sex together. As I relived the memories of that first night there was a knock on the door. Chad was here and it was time to start the fun! (to be continued)

If I had been in Pig heaven earlier this was Nirvana, as the cock penetrating my ass passed the second ring and snaked its way into me deeper than any flesh and blood object had ever been. He was as deep in me as he could be, as I could feel his pubes against my ass. It seemed to be as good for him as it was for me, as he pushed as hard as he could and just held it there while letting out a deep groan. Slowly he pulled back, just a few centimeters, then pushed back in, making it a very, very deep fucking, causing my insides to stir. The cock in my mouth was pulled out, and the booth emptied. My focus was now entirely on what was happening in my bowels. My own cock even shrunk into my body and disappeared, not having anything to do with the immense pleasures I was feeling. It was however, still dripping with a steady flow of precum from all the anal stimulation. He started fucking with longer strokes and I could feel the head of his cock pass back and forth through my inner ring muscle. I was shivering. The disappointment I felt as he pulled all the way out, leaving the booth, was quickly replaced by excitement as there was a knock on my door. I opened, peered out, and there he was. Tall and slim with a bit of chest hair, but most notable was his cock hanging almost down to his knees. He was a handsome man, about my age, with a kind face with his brown eyes and dark beard with a few grey streaks in it. Around his neck was a ribbon with a big brown bottle hanging. He smiled at me, stepped inside, locked the door behind him, embraced me and kissed me deeply. Letting go of me he spun me around and directed his monster cock towards my hole again, slowly pushing it in. The head passed my inner ring, and I could feel my insides being filled and stretched. Being significantly taller than me he almost lifted me off the ground as he stood up, bringing me to stand on my toes with him fully embedded inside me, me being impaled on his member. He hugged me hard from behind and whispered in my ear: - “I can’t even remember when I was this deep inside someone, it’s been so long… It feels so fucking good!” I tried to reply, but I realized I hadn’t even taken a breath since he started entering me, so with a gasp I whimpered: - “Yes… Amazing… I… Can’t… … Fuck me! Please fuck me! Breed me!”. - “Oh, I will, trust me, you’re not going anywhere until I’ve shot my load in you, as deep as I possibly can.”, he said while letting me down on my feet again and pulling out just far enough that the head of his cock was still inside me, but outside my inner hole. - “Thank you… “, I started saying but was interrupted by him plunging all the way in again, causing me to lose my breath yet again. He pushed me forward into the corner of the booth so I could lean against the walls with both my arms, then started to fuck me with long deep strokes. He stopped and I heard him unscrew the cap of his poppers bottle, he took two deep hits and then held it under my nose. Wanting more effect, I grabbed the bottle, wiped the neck with my hand and took a huge hit through my mouth, held it, exhaled and repeated. It was a strong, freshly opened bottle, and the rush hit me hard causing me to back up against him. - “Wow, a pro!”, he said with a chuckle as he took another hit, then screwed the cap back on and started fucking me again. This time it wasn’t a sensual fuck, it was a fuck with a mission. Long, hard, fast, piston fucking. I was out of breath, my vision blurred and my head spinning with intense sensations as I was receiving the pounding of my life. If I hadn’t had the walls to lean on, I’m sure I would’ve been on the floor by now. He pushed my head down even further, I had to support myself with one hand on the floor, and maybe he was getting access to another millimeter of my hole this way. He was slamming into me hard, the slapping sound reverberating in the sauna, and I remember thinking that the neighbors were probably able to hear it. - “I’m going to fucking blow!”, he was almost screaming. I was completely unable to respond or do anything but take it. He pushed in as far as he could, pulling me by the hips so hard I was sure I’d be bruised by tomorrow. I felt him pulsating in me. He was shaking. I was shaking. As his orgasm subsided, he pulled me up to standing position and pulled out of me. I turned around, but my legs couldn’t carry me anymore and I slumped down on the floor with my back against the wall, sweating profusely. - “Are you OK?”, he said with real care in his voice. - “I’m more than OK. This was the best fuck I’ve had in many years!” My eyes were fixated on his softening cock. A drop of cum was hanging from the glans, almost teasing me. I reached out, grabbed it, and licked the cum off the head of his cock. I pulled along the shaft, milking it, sucking the very last drops out of him. He looked down at me and smiled. - “You’re such a good sub. I hope we meet again, there’s lots of things I’d like to do to you… Kinky things… Very kinky…”, he said and grinned. Before he left the booth, he grabbed the key that was hanging from a rubber band around my wrist, and looked at the little numbered badge, then flashed a smile at me and exited, leaving the door open. Outside the door was a couple of bears, one young and one old, looking at me with huge grins on their faces. - “Well done!”, the older one said.

So, this Holy Sunday I went to the sauna by myself as I usually do. My husband is too shy and needs to be drunk to let loose, and since this was during the day he was never in the mood. I arrived about 30 minutes after opening and it was already packed. Lovely! I’m going to have some fun! I started as I usually do by showering and then went back to my locker to pick up the little bag of lube and poppers that I always bring. My first stop is always the steam sauna. It’s so nice to just heat up a bit before exploring the rest of the place. It’s also a great place for anonymous fucking since it’s completely dark in there. As soon as I stepped inside the doors, I took a squirt of lube and gave myself a good fingering to loosen up in case someone would want to stick something nicer in there, then I started stroking to give myself a chubby. Showing off my rather large cock is usually a good way to get some attention. I stood leaning against the wall waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, watching men of all types walking by while I was pulling on my meat. I had my towel over my shoulder as opposed to most people who had it wrapped tightly around their waists. Eventually I could make out shapes of bodies moving around in the darkness, and I headed into the innermost darkness of the steam room. It was a small room, completely tiled with built-in benches around the walls, perfect to kneel on. Warm, wet, sweaty bodies were pushing by and sliding against mine and I was in heaven, hard as a fucking rock. It was really crowded, and I soon felt a big hard cock pressed against my side. I grabbed it with my right hand, not caring about the man attached to it, turned my ass towards it and guided it in between my ass cheeks, rubbing it up and down over my hole. The owner of the cock started pressing harder against me and the head of his cock slipped in. It was definitely a thick one, I could tell by the way the head alone was stretching me open. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock, grabbed my hips and forcefully showed the entire thing inside me. I was NOT ready for that, FUCK it hurt! He must've sensed my discomfort, because he held still inside me for a while to let me catch my breath. Very nice of him. I could feel a bit of a belly on him, pushing against my lower back. I pulled out my poppers and took a big hit and held it until I could feel myself relaxing. He pushed me up against a wall with a bench so I could lean forward and lift my knee up on the bench, giving him even better access to my hole. He started fucking me with long slow strokes and it was really starting to feel amazing. After a few minutes he was picking up speed and I heard the telltale forced breathing of a man about to explode. He grabbed my throat from behind and pulled me up and kissed my neck. He was bearded, I could feel it against my neck. He moved his mouth to my ear and said: - "You want my cum?" - "YES!", I responded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. He gave me a few last hard poundings and started shooting the first load of the day, deep into my guts. Then he pulled out quickly and disappeared, not giving me any chance to turn around and see who he was. Out of breath I clenched my ass, turned around and sat down on the bench to regain composure. Fuck, that was good! I love not having the faintest idea who's cum is inside me. Sitting down, my cock still hard as rock, I looked up and laid eyes on one of the most perfect men I've ever seen. He was standing just where a sliver of light shone in from the glass doors, and his muscular body and dark brown skin was shimmering. He could've been picked right from an American high school sports movie, being the handsome black quarterback of the school team, the one that all the girls wanted to be with, and all the boys wanted to be. Now he was in front of me, in a crowded steam room, trying to make his way into the darkness where I was sitting. He came closer and stood with his back against the wall, I stood up next to him and "accidentally" brushed my hard cock against his thigh. It made him flinch, apparently his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but he grabbed it with his big hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his cock too, and it was absolutely huge, but still soft. A lot bigger than mine, BUT STILL SOFT. Apparently, he knew his way around this dark corner as he quickly pushed me to the side getting in position; bent over, on his knees, on the bench. Oh, he was a bottom! Never letting go of my cock he guided it towards his hole and pushed back, causing me to end up inside of him. It was velvety smooth, and I could feel it was well lubed as it enveloped the head of my cock, or maybe he had already taken a load or two. I started pushing in, he let go of my cock and I could soon feel his firm ass muscles pressing against my hips. I could not believe my luck. A fresh load in my ass and now this beautiful specimen of a man wrapped around my raw cock. I started fucking him, hearing him moan. I reached around his waist to feel all those awesome abs and moved up towards his huge pecs, giving his nipples a little tweak. I let my hands slide up to his armpits, feeling the trimmed hair brushing over my fingertips. I grabbed his arms, feeling his biceps, realizing my hands would be too small to be able to grab them. This was truly one of the most perfectly muscular men I've ever had the pleasure to feel. And I was inside him. Raw, as it should be. Other men were standing of both sides of us, feeling him up as well. My head was spinning; the steam, the poppers and the previous physical exercise was making me hot and tired, my cock was softening, and I needed a break, so I slipped out of him. Another man immediately took my place, and I was happy to see that this black Adonis didn't have a care in the world who was fucking him, as long as there was someone inside him. A good cum dump should always be like this. Somehow, I managed to squeeze myself down sitting on the bench next to him, I just didn't want to leave in case I got hard enough again to dump a load in him. The man fucking him groaned and apparently shot his load, then pulled out and was again immediately replaced by the next guy. This bottom was popular, and I could fully understand why. My hands started feeling his body again, and again ended up stroking the hair of his armpit. He noticed me and lifted his arm, giving me more access. I leaned in and started licking his nipple, to which he responded by grabbing my head and showing it right into his armpit, wheezing in my ear: - “Lick it!". Oh yes, I licked that sweaty muscular armpit like it was my last meal before execution. He moaned and I grabbed his cock and could feel it stiffen; having his pits licked was apparently as much of a turn on for him as it was for me licking them. He moaned, I moaned, the man fucking him moaned and I was furiously beating my meat, getting close to coming. - “Let me know if you're going to blow..." he whispered in my ear. - "Soon... Very soon... Ugh... Now!" He quickly pulled off the man fucking him, moved over, and impaled himself on my cock just as I started blasting my seed. Six or seven large spurts ended up inside him and I almost passed out. When my orgasm subsided, he expertly squeezed the last drops out of my cock as he slid off it and went back to standing position. The man who had previously fucked him quickly shoved back into the now very sloppy cum filled hole and resumed his movements. - "Thanks", he said, and I responded: - "My pleasure" and gave him a quick kiss before I pushed my way out of the dark, needing desperately to cool off. A quick rinse in the cool showers, a Gin & Tonic at the bar, and I was back to my load hunting.

Chapter 1: Seduction I finally make it home at the end of a relentless week. I plan to do absolutely nothing for a few hours to recover. I set down my bag and collapse into one of the plush recliners in the living room. I intend not to move from that spot for a very long time. My little brother comes in from the hallway. “Hey bro. How was work?” “I’m fucking exhausted. Thank god it’s Friday.” “Amen to that! Hey, you look wiped out. Can I get you anything?” “Yeah, a beer would be great.” “What kind?” “I don’t care. It’s not gonna last long.” He chuckles. “Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” Glad to see my brother and even more glad to know a drink to take the edge off will arrive soon, I kick off my shoes and lean back in the chair, sinking into the cushions. I don't even bother to turn the TV on; the momentary quiet feels too good. I guess I nearly fell asleep right there because my brother kind of startles me when he came back in. “Here ya go!” he says. He is almost annoyingly perky for some reason. But I forgive him because he’s just so fucking cute. “Thanks. I’ve needed this since about 2pm.” “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Well can you just relax this weekend, or do you have any plans?” “Nothing at all, buddy. I might just sit right here until Monday morning rolls around.” He smiles. I can’t help but smile back at the sight of his dimples. Did I mention he’s fucking cute? Yeah. “Well, there’s your beer. Might as well get your weekend started, bro.” I raise my glass toward him and take a swig. He lets me have my moment before testing the waters to see whether he can bend the rules and join me for his own moment. “Hey, mind if I have one, too?” I finish swallowing my first huge gulps before answering, which no doubt encouraged my magnanimous response. “Sure, go for it. I want you to enjoy the weekend, too, ya know.” Like some sort of little puppy dog, he gets really excited and jumps up to head back to the kitchen. “Would you grab me another one, too? I’ll have this finished before you get back.” “Sure thing, bro. Be right back.” I pound back the rest of my beer, take a few deep breaths, and let the calm wash over me. This week sure took a lot out of me. “Here ya go,” he says as he hands me the replacement bottle. “Cheers!” I indulge him in the clink of a bottle because it makes him feel all grown-up and shit. We each take a sip of our drinks. He tries so hard to act cool and normal about it, but his excitement shines through no matter what he does. Have I mentioned he’s…? Okay, okay. Maybe I have. I check the label on my bottle real quick because I thought for a second that he swapped it out for a different brand. Nope, same swill as last time. I don’t really care. I just need the buzz, and fast. To take my mind off things, I try conversation. “So what do you have planned this weekend?” “Nothing, really. I figured since you were off this weekend, I’d just stay home with you.” His adoration aaaaalmost gets to be too much, but I forgive him. I have that whole older-brother thing going for me. I get it. He doesn’t mean anything by swooning. “Oh, you’re so sweet,“ I say, and I lean forward and tousle his hair a bit. He smirks sheepishly and tries to put his hair back in place. “Oh for fuck’s sake. There’s no one here to impress, dude. Calm down.” At that, he looks even more sheepish and starts to blush. “But… there’s… you…,” he mumbles. My face brightens, and I chuckle. “Alright, buddy, that’s it. C’mere, you.” I grab him and pull him toward me and really mess up his hair this time, making sure to stop when it’s all sorts of crazy. “There,” I say. “Perfect.” He makes a little defeated whimpering sound. (Yes, it’s cute. Gimme a break.) I pull him toward me a bit, giving him a good squeeze. Dang, I’m being affectionate and snuggly. I’m not usually… Wait. I sniff my beer bottle. I take another swig. I realize now why I thought he switched brands. I chuckle and look down at him with a wicked smirk. “You little shit. Did you spike my drink?” I swear his cheeks reddened before I finished the question. A little mousey voice came back: “Maybe?” That makes me laugh a little harder, and I playfully pull him closer toward me. I repeat, just to drive it home: “You. Little. Shit. Well, you’d better be ready cuz you’re about to awaken the snuggle monster, and he’s had a rough week.” “Perfect. I’m ready.” Apparently he’s been planning this. The little stinker. Oh, well. He knows me well enough to know what he can get away with. And in his defense, he did ask me what I had planned this weekend. I squeeze him tight and enjoy the close contact. “How much G did you put in that beer, buddy?” “Not too much. I think you need another one.” I chuckle, roll my eyes, and decide to play along. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? Well, fine. If you’re gonna force me into it like this, I might as well enjoy the ride. I’ll take one more beer, please.” This kid is lucky I love him, I swear. He climbs out of my arms and nearly runs back to the kitchen. I holler after him. “And bring another for you, too. Don’t let me be the only one fucked up around here.” He yells back with an almost ominous tone. “Oh, you won’t be. Don’t worry.” A minute later, he’s back with two beers in hand. He hands me one and quickly polishes off what’s left of his first. We each take our new bottles in hand and reach the necks toward each other’s bottles. “To the weekend!” he says. I shake my head and smile. “The weekend,” I agree. I take a huge swig and immediately regret it. I mean, I knew the kid wasn’t gonna hold back, but damn, that’s strong. “Fuck! Don’t put me in a hole, dude. Whoa.” “Oh, I won’t. I know what you can take.” “Oh do you, now? Well you should know I skipped lunch today.” His eyes bug out a bit. “You see? That would be why I’m fucking exhausted.” He grabs the bottle from my hand and replaces it with his. Smart kid. At least he’s looking out for me. He has limits. He likes pushing them, but he still has them. “Here. You can have mine. I’ll finish that for you.” “You sure, little bro? That’s a man’s drink.” I love fucking with his ego. “Fuck you. I’ll be fine. Besides, this saves me from having to make my own later. Here we go!” And without wasting another second, he chugs half of what’s left. And then he burps to wake the dead. “Jesus christ, little buddy. Are you okay, or do you need an exorcism?” He laughs a little too much at my awful joke, so I know the alcohol’s already hitting him. Looks like we’ll both be cut off after this round. “Alright. Let’s both chug these so we can settle in and pay attention to each other, not our drinks. Okay?” “Sounds good.” We raise our bottles toward each other. We chug. We both finish at about the same time. I look back at him and raise an expectant eyebrow.I start smirking as he realizes what I’m thinking. His face gets red, and he gets a look of frustration and concentration that turns into near-laughter when suddenly another enormous belch escapes his chest. He takes a quick breath, looks back at me, and laughs. “Fuck you, bro.” I can’t help but laugh back. Told you he’s cute. “Alright, c’mere,” I say. “You need to relax and get more comfortable.” I scoot over a bit to make room for him, and he climbs up onto the recliner next to me, nuzzling up to my side and being as adorable as a puppy. I pet his head a bit, and he curls into me some more. He puts his arm across my torso, and I know that won’t stay put very long. I reach over and squeeze him tight. That’s the permission he was looking for. His arm starts moving across my stomach and chest. A moment later, and he slides his hand under my shirt and runs his fingers through the fur he always finds so fascinating. It warms my heart knowing a boy I love — a boy I grew up with — takes comfort in running his hands across my body. We don’t share these moments often enough. No matter what else the little bastard has planned, I’m already content just cuddling with him. I give him another squeeze. He snuggles even closer now, wrapping one of his legs around mine and pressing his thigh into my crotch. This kid’s leaving nothing to suggestion. “Mmm,” I say. “Someone wants to play, huh?” He nods, mutters some kind of mm-hmm, and moves his hand down my torso past my belt, and down to my growing cock. He gives it a squeeze. “Definitely,” he says. “Mmm. Good answer. Here, take off your shirt so we can get comfy.” I help him sit up for a second and watch the reveal that always gets me rock-hard in an instant. I love this boy’s beautiful body. He knows it, too. I notice him make quick eye contact with me to make sure I’m watching. He’d wait for me if I’d been distracted. But right now he has my undivided attention. My brother grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls upward, slowly. He’s taking his time and watching my eyes. He loves seeing the thirst. He knows I won’t interrupt and will let him do what he wants. He knows it’s a little bit of self-torture I offer him by giving him control of this ritual. His hand is now halfway up his stomach, and I can tell he’s running his hand across his skin, enjoying the sense of touch as much as I enjoy the sight. A few more inches, and I get a clear view of what’s hiding under that shirt. That smooth, lean, toned skin I have lusted after since the kid first hit puberty. My body filled out a little wider, a little pudgier, and a lot furrier. His genes made him rail-thin, naturally lithe, and smooth as a baby’s bottom. And fuck, that combo turns me on. His hand keeps creeping upward, revealing his flat, toned stomach. He’s all skin, bones, and muscle, and he has just the perfect amount of definition. I swear, that V line down his hips gets more pronounced every time I see it. I soooo love running my hand down those crevices, heading toward his little dicklet. But that will have to wait. For now, I need to keep watching. I don’t want to miss this strip-tease. Maybe he doesn’t want me to miss it either. I’d swear he must have stopped moving until he saw my eyes snap back to attention. Damn him. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He lifts his shirt further, exposing the tiniest of nipples, pierced and ready for attention. He brings his other hand up to grab the bunched up bottom of his shirt from both sides, and in one quick movement, he tucks the bottom behind his neck, keeping the sleeves on as normal. He looks like he’s wearing a sort of harness, and the cotton frames his entire torso beautifully. The sleeves roll up a bit, too, exposing the shape and sinew of his lanky, vascular arms. The sight takes my breath away. I lean forward, wrap my arms around the half-naked body of my beautiful brother, and pull him down toward me. We meet face-to-face, but that lasts merely a second as the G takes control of us. We start making out, using our tongues to explore each other’s mouths and to express our passionate interest in one another. His hand slides under my shirt, exploring more assertively. I run my hands all over the smooth, tight skin of his exposed back while I feel our erections growing harder as they rub together. He pulls off my shirt and runs his hands through my fur with full intensity now. I can tell he likes the feeling — he presses his crotch a little harder into mine as he grabs my chest. This sexy boy leans down and gets his face inches from mine. He stares right into my eyes, and I can see the hunger in his. “I love you, bro.” I melt. I call him the same thing I’ve called him since we were kids. “I love you too, little buddy.” That used to be merely an affectionate name; now it’s an intimate one. While we continue making out, our hands reach down to unbutton pants and slide off shorts. He takes his shirt-harness off, too, exposing the tattoo on his left shoulder. There’s a story there, but that’s for another time. Our G-fueled hunger intensifies as our fully naked bodies finally press against each other. He reaches down and grabs my thick, hard cock and gives it a good squeeze. I let out a groan in appreciation. He slowly slides his way down my body, finally ending up with his knees on the floor, his head between my thighs, and his eyes peering up into mine over the tip of my dick, which he has grabbed and lifted up away from my stomach. He has a pleading look on his face. He knows he can suck my dick any time he wants, but sometimes he likes hearing me say it. He’s clearly in an affectionate mood today. He wants me to really play up the role of big brother, and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Looks like someone really wants to taste his big bro’s dick, huh?” He nods. Hell, I’d swear he looks like he’s trying to wag a tail he doesn’t have. Maybe the big-brother role isn’t the one he wants me to play right now. I raise an eyebrow, smirk, and try something. “Does puppy want a bone?” “Arf!” “Hehe. Good boy.” I tousle his hair a bit, and damn if his hips don’t wag even more. Huh. This is something new. We’ll have to explore it more later. For right now, though, I really need to get my dick sucked. “Okay, boy. You can suck your big bro’s dick. You’ve earned it. Now help your brother feel good. That’s all the encouragement he needed, because he’s off to the races now. This kid can suck, too. He must have been practicing with friends from school because I know he didn’t learn all these skills from me, and we haven’t spent enough time practicing recently for him to suddenly be this good. “Damn, little buddy. You’re getting good at this. Where’d you learn to suck dick so well? Have you been practicing on your friends?” He keeps his mouth on my cock and raises a hand to hold up four fingers. “Four of your friends?” He nods. “Lemme guess. Your teammates?” My little brother is on his school’s swim team. That’s how he stays so incredibly lean. “Mm-hmm,” he mutters. He takes my dick out of his mouth just long enough to add, “And coach.” I chuckle. “You fucking slut. You’re the team cocksucker, and your coach is even in on it?” He nods, while continuing to give my dick the attention it needs. “Goddamn, dude. I’m so proud of you.” And to drive the point home, I grab both sides of his head and pull him firmly down into my crotch, getting my cock to press against the entrance to his throat. He’ll open up in a minute. He always makes sure I’m good and wet first. When he comes up for a breath, he adds to his story. “I’m always the last one out of the locker room. I won’t go home until I know everyone gets their needs met.” “You’re such a good cocksucker. I’m sure they love having you around.” “And sometimes… when we lose a meet…” He’s getting shy. That doesn’t happen often. This must be good. I egg him on. “Yeah? What happens when you lose?” “Sometimes they’ll send me to the other team to reward them.” “Holy fuck, dude. They get to use you as a victory prize?” He’s already back on my dick, so all I hear is a muffled “mm-hmm” as he nods his head. “That’s amazing. You’re awesome, little buddy.” He goes back to sucking like he means it, and my mind drifts a bit. That comfort of having a warm mouth wrapped around my hard cock while my head swirls with a hint of G and booze can be a perfect way to end the week. Wait a second. Weekend. It’s Friday. “Hang on, it’s Friday. Did you have a swim meet today?” He nods again. I see his butt start wagging a bit, and I can tell he’s starting to smile around my cock. This kid’s got a secret he wants to tell. The little fucker. No wonder he’s so eager. “And did your team lose today’s meet?” He nods once more. “You fucking slut. You went to the other team, didn’t you?” Another nod. “And how many of their swimmers did you take?” He comes up for a breath. “All of them.” He grins from ear to ear. “I took all the swimmers’ swimmers.” My eyes get bigger and beam with pride. “Wait, they bred you?” Nods and a full smile. “The whole team?” More nods, and he starts to chuckle. “Holy fuck, dude. You’re incredible. Wait…did they…are they… Do you still have their baby batter up your hole?” When I asked that, my little brother looks up at me with more pride than I’ve ever seen on his face before. He licks the underside of my cock, just to show he’s hot shit, before beaming with confidence as he adds, “And their coach’s.” I bust out in amazed laughter. “By the way, the coach’s son is one of their team members.” My eyes double in size. “Holy fuck, bro. You really are the best goddamn slut at your school, aren’t you?” “Well, they said in the whole county.” He smiles, pretending to be bashful. But I can tell he’s really, seriously, legitimately proud of himself here. And so he should be. To have such a glowing reputation at such a young age is more than an accomplishment. It’s an honor. I try and boost that confidence. “Little buddy, I am so proud of you. Goddamn, you’re amazing. You’ve really become the most amazing little slut, just like we’ve been working toward all these years, haven’t you?” He nods with pride. And wags a little again. “Come here, buddy.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight to show my support. But the feeling of his skin against mine immediately distracts me, and my other head starts doing all the thinking. I start groping his body, in love with the lean form in front of me. I run a hand down his back, down his crack, and almost to his hole. Except there’s a butt plug in the way. I look up at him. He instantly beams a smile. “See? I listen to what you teach me.” “Oh fuck, buddy. You plugged yourself to keep all the jizz inside?” “Yep. I keep a plug in my locker at school just in case. Totally came in handy today.” “Holy shit. So it’s all still in you? All of it? It’s all fresh.” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Oh, fucking hell, buddy. I have got to sink my dick into your worn-out hole. I need to feel that swim team’s cum coating my cock.” “I hoped you’d say that. Do me a favor first?” “For you, buddy? Anything. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so hungry to get at that boy hole.” “Hang on a second.” He hops up and scampers off to the other room, leaving me a bit confused and way more than a bit horny. When he comes back, he’s carrying a familiar tray, and I finally understand his aspirations for the weekend. For this little cumslut, taking an entire swim team — and their coach! — isn’t enough. The tray contains four swabs and two points. My cock throbs. “Oh, shit. You’re really ready.” “Mm-hmm” is all he says. I play along, eager to see what this kid has in mind. “Alright. How do you want to do this?” “I wanna ride you cowboy for a bit, then bottom out balls-deep on you while you slam me. After I go nuts fucking myself on your cock for a bit, we switch to missionary. You go balls-deep again, then self-administer and let the monster out to really pound my hole like you know you want to.” Damn. Not only does this kid have it all planned out, but he knows how to make a sales pitch. How could I say no to that? “You got it, buddy. That sounds awesome. Anything else you want me to do to help make this your perfect weekend?” “Not yet.” He smirks. “Gotta save some surprises for later.” I chuckle. “You’re trying to take control this weekend, aren’t you?” He giggles a bit because I saw through him. “Yeah, kinda. How am I doing so far?” “I’m totally following your lead. Let’s do this.” “Awesome.” “Here, gimme those points, then suck my dick for a minute. Get me as hard as I can get and get yourself so desperate for cock you can’t resist sitting on it.” He hands me the tray, and I set it on the end table beside me, within easy reach, as he goes to town on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as steel and halfway down his throat. He comes up for breath, gasping for a second. “Can I sit on it now?” “Fuck, dude. You can do whatever you want to me.” He smiles with a bit more naughtiness than I expected. Plans within plans, I suppose. But I trust him implicitly and look forward to whatever he’s concocted. “Well, you have a job to do before I can do what I want to do to you.” I’m confused. “Oh? What’s that?” Then my brother does the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, turns around, and bends all the way over. Once he presents his ass to me, he grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide. As though the sight of his plugged hole being offered right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pushes out a bit, making the plug look like it’s throbbing. Goddamn, this kid is fucking hot. I regain a little composure and tease him right back. “I see,” is all I say. We both chuckle a bit. I put one hand on his ass cheek and wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of the plug. “Make sure you squeeze once this is out. I don’t want you wasting any of those loads unless they’re gushing out around my dick.” I hear a deep moan, and I know he’s understood. Slowly, I draw out the plug. It’s bigger than I expected, which makes me proud again. I should have known he’d need the big one, after getting pounded by the whole team. The plug slowly exits his hole, and he does a real good job sealing tight once it’s out. Only a single droplet leaks out, and I quickly take a finger and spread the boy juice around his beautiful ass lips. Much as I want to taste his hole right now, I know he’s holding a lot in, and I want to feel the cum surround my dick more than I need it covering my face. One thing at a time. “There ya go, buddy. Good job. Now, you ready to ride your big bro’s fuck stick?” The crude name makes him go a little weak for a second. He glances up at me with that pleading look back on his face. “Fuck yeah. I need that inside me so badly.” “Then go right ahead. You’ve earned it, you little slut.” Without another word, my brother climbs up and puts one foot on either side of my thighs, straddling me as my rock-hard cock stands up and aims for its target: that sweet, tight, cum-filled boy hole is on its way to engulf my cock. He closes his eyes as the head of my dick makes contact with his sphincter. I can tell he’s concentrating on staying tight to keep the cum in but loosening up enough to allow my dick to enter. I’m pretty thick, too, so it takes work. I’m patient. He gets all the time he needs. Hell, he’s earned it already today. Eventually, slowly, the head of my dick, coated with his throat slime, slides past his entrance. We each take in a sharp breath, surprised by the sudden pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s nothing. Wait til you get the whole thing inside you.” He moans again as his head rolls back a bit in ecstasy. “And wait til I slam you and turn you into a depraved hole.” He smiles while he moans this time. He keeps pressing down on my dick, making slow and steady progress toward the base. He’s taken half of me already, with serious concentration on his face, but no sign of pain or hesitation. Well, we are in cowboy position, after all. And this ain’t his first time at the rodeo. When his hole hits my crotch, and every last inch of my penis has disappeared inside his ass, he sighs. It might have been the first time he exhaled since I first penetrated him, for all I know. He opens his eyes, looks right into mine, and gets a cock-eyed smirk as he starts grinding his hips into my pelvis. This time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out an involuntary grunt. Like I said — it’s not his first time at the rodeo. This kid knows what he’s doing. I love fucking this boy. His hole is so tight, his body is so perfect, his face is so cute, it sends my libido off the charts every time. And tonight, I feel the warm wetness gushing all around my dick — the sperm of the opposing team collected in my brother’s guts and offered as a gift to me. Goddamn, he’s a filthy slut. And I love him for it. He’s eager tonight, too. He starts bucking and writhing, experimenting with the angle and seeing how deep he can get my cock inside him. Each of us makes regular grunts and gasps as the sensations border on overwhelming. Eventually, he leans forward a little and puts his hands on either side of my rib cage. He gets up onto his feet instead of his knees, giving him more freedom of movement. He uses that to his advantage and starts impaling himself hard on my dick, going almost the full length of my shaft with every stroke. It’s almost an anger fuck for the intensity. And damn, it feels good. The added motion makes his balance a bit more precarious, and I grab his arms to add stability. As I do, I feel the solid meat of his well-developed biceps. I start admiring the definition he’s gaining from working out and swimming so much. I also admire the veins he has kris-crossing his forearms, making him look more powerful than his thin frame suggests. His veins are gorgeous, and they really kick my lust into overdrive. They also remind me: I have a job to do. While my little brother keeps grinding himself onto my cock, I reach over and grab an alcohol wipe. I tear open the packet, which gets his attention. He opens his eyes, sees what I’m doing, smiles, and slows his pace. He bottoms out on the base of my dick and starts playing with the angle to see just how deep he can get me. That way, he’s still having fun, but the extra motion has calmed down. Once more, I admire the gorgeous, vascular forearms in front of me. I look from one to the other, look up at his face, and lift my eyebrows in unspoken question. He understands immediately and nods ever so slightly down to his left. I wipe the inside of his left elbow crease, removing any traces of things that could ruin his day. I set down the pad and pick up the needle. Most guys use a strap to make it easier to find a target, but this kid’s arms read like a road map. It’s like his body is offering his circulatory system to me, inviting me to penetrate it. And that’s exactly what I do. The little slut watches, entranced, as I find a thick, obvious vein and gently insert the needle into it. His face flinches ever so slightly, but his right hand immediately finds his meaty cock and starts jerking it. The kid is turned on by watching me administer his slam. He is so fucking hot. I get the needle tip right where it needs to be, and I pull back on the plunger. A flash of deep red shocks the syringe to life. He makes a quick gasp; I let out a low moan. We both know that’s the all-clear sign. We both know he’s about to take off, and our party’s about to start. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You ready?” I ask. “Please…” is all he says. “Good boy.” I press the plunger in.

Part 2 I was now sitting in the living room looking at my soon-to-be new toy. He was shivering, but his eyes never stop looking at me like I ordered him, with two or three solid kicks to his balls to reinforce the directive. The dull pain that must radiated from his nuts was there to remind him to comply. On all four, head straight up for the last hour. The position would soon be unbearable. - Elio Riley, Birth date: September 22, 2003. You are nineteen! An adult man. One that can make decision on his own. Right? - Let me go. I flipped through the wallet. Beside his driver license, there were few cards: bank library, medical. And 140$ in cash. He saw me pocketing the money. - For board and meals. That should cover the weekend. After that you will have to earn your keeps. - What do you mean? - I told you. You will be my bitch and you will satisfy my needs. You thought travelling in a trunk of a car was horrible? Then you might wish to die if you are not up to my standards. Not that I will let you, thought. Tomorrow was Friday, the busiest day. I was tired from the 42 deliveries I made during the day. And I was horny. Tired and horny, not a good combination. On top of that, I had to check on my roomie. I wouldn’t want to end with a dead faggot. Dealing is harder than one might think. First, clients call day and night, and it’s not like you can call a uber-driver to make the deliveries. Then you need to deal with all these new clients, you have to do background check. The last thing you want is a police squad unit to show up at your door. Then, you need to make sure they like you, you know. Relationship is half of the job. Then the goods do the rest. But after three weeks and a half being solicited by these new cohorts of graduated and demanding posh students, I was in need for a good fuck. I stared back at the straight little guy in front of me and I wickedly smile at when we arrived earlier. To my surprise, the little twerk had dressed back in his soaked-piss clothes while he was in the trunk! I had to suppress a laugh. It was a sexy sight and the foul stench emanating – like a clogged urinal in a hot summer day – was overwhelming. I was close to losing control of myself, the horniness that came over me when I opened the trunk was ready to burst. It took all of my strength to not fuck him right there. - Who give you permission to dress? I said in a stern voice. I hope you enjoyed them because by tomorrow same time, they will be gone. - Go… Go… gone? He muttered. I like his thick dark hair. They were long enough to be easily grabbed but not too long too make him girly. - Yeah, gone tomorrow and for ever. I like to keep my bitches naked. I made him stripped again. I picked the underwear. They were still warm and wet. I inhaled them like you would do with poppers. - Smell them. Once you get accustomed, the smell of men, even their piss, is very stimulating. Horniness won over tiredness. I stood up swiftly and grab a tuft of hair. - Come with me. He had to crawl the long corridor that led to the bedroom. Once there, I told him to remove my shoes and socks. Then my pants. He hesitantly reach the button, then unzipped them. He pulled them down. I wasn’t at full mast yet, the used underwear was loosing the battle and was dangerously at risk exposing my cock. I just grinned at him. Then he saw the tattoos on my legs. I removed my shirt. He looked up at my toned body, also covered in tattoos, up to my neck. - Ungh, who would have guess? You like tattoos? If you are good bitch, I will give you one. He was now standing, a good head shorter then me, he was barely reaching my neck. - I shouldn’t be here. - You are right, but you are. - You coerced me. - I haven’t forced you to do anything that you didn’t really want to do. I made some decisions and give you directives, and you followed. Overall, if you have stood up for yourself, I would have let you go. - I was drunk… and now I want to… hey! What are you… I pressed my mouth to his lips for few seconds. My right hand went searching for the prize. He raised to his toes, remaining still with apprehension. - What you want is irrelevant. Now get on the bed and stay there. I need to check on the old faggot. The cupboard was just outside the bedroom, in between with the bathroom which made it easy to connect a water hose and a piss hole to the existing plumbing. I unlocked the door and removed the water gag and the tube from the faggot. I unclipped the chains across his body. He quickly glance toward the bedroom. - Not a word. Crawl to the kitchen and grab some left over, then come back. You will sleep in the bedroom tonight. The faggot beamed at me, like if it was Christmas. As a far as I can remember, this man, an ex-teacher, has always stared at me with lust. He was like the man that parents warned you to avoid, you know, the man with a van that tries to attract his prey with candies, but he never tried to make a pass on me. At my eighteen’s birthday, after an awesome weekend clubbing, he invited me for a beer (sure!). - It was great to watch you grow into this handsome man. - Yeah, I bet. - I would like to give you a present. And that was the first blow job I got from him. I am not sure he was expecting to get a forcefull face fuck, getting a 7-1/2” cock down his gullet and a full load on his face. - Strip and bend over the couch. I want to fuck you. The man resisted: he didn’t get fuck. So, I broke his nose at the first punch. The ones that followed broke him to submission. I made him lick the warm mixture of cum and blood from my hands. - See, a teacher can learn from his student. I fucked him on the couch. It was messy. The nose was bleeding so much that for a minute I thought he might ran out of blood. As soon as the idea crossed my mind, it vanished. I chuckled and started thrusting with earnest my cock in and out. Obviously, the man was not expecting to be fuck, so he hasn’t douched or stretched for the fuck that was coming. Left with a hoarse voice from the face fuck, he screamed murder until his voice gave out. It was long after that that I came for the second time. Runny shit was leaking from the gaping hole. I took his shirt to clean myself. I grabbed another beer. - Thank you for the birthday gift. I have errands to do , but I will be back later in few hours. When I got back, he was kneeling, naked, in the living room. He had cleaned the couch as much as possible, but there was 2 large dark wet spots. The smell of sex was gone. - Did you jerk off after I left? He nodded. - Tell me, you enjoyed the fuck? - Yes, I did. I fucked him on the couch again, and every day after, sometime twice a day. At the end of the week, the couch was ruined with piss, cum, blood and shit. It had a permanent disgusting smell. So, I made him sleep on it after tying his hands behind his back, then from them, a rope tightly knotted to the tiny pair of hazelnuts that serves him as balls. I slept in his bed since then. He came back from the kitchen still chewing something. - Open up, I still have some piss left for you. I grabbed the leather blindfold and secured it on the slave. When I directed the old man at the foot of the bed and tied him there, Elio made no attempt to escape, witnessing the scene with incredibility. I removed the loose underwear, and climb on the bed next to my new toy. My hand when right to his ass, probing the ass ring. I licked the side on his ear. - Have you ever had something or someone up your pretty ass? I whispered. He was shaking. Nervousness? Anticipation? Fear? - You haven’t wiped your pussy very well. I can taste shit. Here, see for your self. I inserted two fingers in his mouth. He retches from the intrusion but with me cuddling him from behind, he was not able to move much. I just waited for his mouth to coat my fingers with saliva before jamming them back in his ass. I knew it causes pain, but that would go away, to be replace by a stronger one from the fuck. My dick isn’t the biggest but any first penetration, by nature, is somehow painful. Even that pain fades away, eventually. For me, body fluids and odors, are part of man-to-man sex. A man should always have a strong body smell of sweat and testosterone, of sex. Like a jockstrap wore for an entire week, stained with piss and cum. Elio’s smell was different. Despite the vomit and the piss, you can still detect shampoo and soap flagrances, maybe a natural spray of cologne. He smell like a rich virgin young man. - You ready to become mine? It was a rhetoric question as I pushed my cock in its new home for my babies. - Arrgh!... It is a warm welcome, his ass clamping my cock to a halt. I pulled back slowly until I sense his sphincter let loose his grip, then thrust forward, embedding half of my cock. I bite his earlobe just hard enough to distract him and slide my poz cock completely. I don’t pull out. I just stay in, rocking his bottom with rapid little thrusts. The bedhead hitting the wall as the same rhythm of the fuck. I am too tired and horny to make this last. I increase the speed, long-dicking him, ignoring his whimpers. It is a brutal fuck. I shot a first creamy load of toxic cum deep in his little cave. I don’t pull out. I just stay in. - Congratulations, you just graduated a second time.

The young bear laughed and with a grin on his face he said: - “Is it our turn now?” - “No, I’m sorry, I need a break. I need to go to the bar and replenish my fluids, but maybe later?” - “If you promise that we can both onload in your ass after, we’ll accompany you to the bar and buy you a drink!”, the older bear said, still smiling. The younger bear looked at him and giggled. They were a handsome couple, I would guess the young one was in his early 20’s and the older in his 60’s, both the classic bear type with hairy chests, beards, and shaved heads. The older was just slightly chubby while the younger was more heavy-set. I smiled back at them and replied: - “Ok!” I got back up on my feet, brushed my ass off, took the towel from the hook and left the booth, following the bears towards the bar. - “What can I get you?”, the older one said. - “Gin & Tonic. And a bottle of water, I’m getting dehydrated!”, I replied. - “Three GT’s and a water…”, he ordered at the bar, and flashed the numbered badge on his key to the barman. We sat down in the lounge are and talked. - “I’m Javi.”, said the older bear and extended his hand to greet me. - “And I’m Alejandro.”, said the younger bear, “But everyone just calls me Roo.”. I shook their hands and responded: - “I’m… Uhm…” Not having a Spanish name, I decided to simplify it for them. - “Just call me Jay. Nice to meet you, and thanks for the drinks!” - “No problem. You’ll make it worth it; I hope.”, Javi said. - “So, did he fuck you good, Jay?”, Roo said. - “Oh yes, soooooo fucking good! Damn that was an amazing cock!”. - “Yeah, I know, he fucked me the same way a month ago…”, Roo replied with a serious look on his face. - “Did he cum in you?”, Javi asked. - “Yes, deep inside me, just as I like it.” - “Are you poz?” - “No…?”, I replied, a bit surprised by the direct question. - “On PrEP?” - “No, not at the moment…” Javi and Roo looked at each other. - “Well… You can always get PeP. If you want to. You know, the morning after pill for HIV.”, Roo said. - “I know what PeP is.”, I responded. “I’m guessing you’re saying that I need it?” - “Yes, that guy is toxic as fuck. He may look like a nice guy, but he can be bad news, depending on what you’re after. He converted Roo when he fucked him here a month ago. We got the results a few days ago,” Javi said, looking serious. - “Oh…”, was all I could respond. - “Why aren’t you taking PrEP?”, Roo asked. - “I recently moved to Spain and haven’t sorted it out here yet. But I’ve never been good at protecting myself… Why weren’t you?” - “Uhm…”, Roo said and paused, clearly a bit flustered by me throwing the question back at him. He looked at his boyfriend who looked back at him and nodded. Roo continued: - “I didn’t want to…”, he said and looked me straight in the eyes. - “…because I’m a bug chaser…”. He looked back at Javi, and I could see the love in their eyes as they smiled and exchanged a quick kiss. - “I was already poz when we met, but I’m undetectable so all I could give him was a bad case of Gono.”, Javi said with a giggle and an evil grin at Roo, who smiled back and said: - “And that’s when I fell in love with him.” They kept looking into each other’s eyes and exchanged a long deep kiss. Naturally I’ve heard of bug chasers before, but I never had a chance too meet someone who was talking about it as openly and naturally as these guys. It was clear that they were both very happy and in love. They turned back towards me and looked at me with determination. - “It’s time. You’re going to take our loads now.”, Javi said, matter-of-factly. They downed the last of their drinks, I did the same and took the half empty water bottle with me as I followed them towards the cubicle area. I didn’t even hesitate, even though I knew I was at great risk of catching something with these guys. Maybe I should’ve hesitated, but I figured I had already taken quite a few raw cocks this afternoon, what more damage could they possibly do? They quickly found an empty room with a large bed, pushed me inside and locked the door behind them, then continued to yank off my towel and push me down on my knees. I threw the little bag of lube and poppers on the bed, along with the water bottle, and like a good slave I put my hands behind my back and looked up at my masters like an exited puppy. They opened their towels and for the first time I saw their semi-hard cocks. Roo had an average dick, average thickness, and an average length of about 17 cm. Javi on the other hand had an above average length of about 19 cm, about the same as mine, but it was a lot thicker than the poz guy who just fucked me. It was as thick as my wrist and being a bear; my wrists are quite thick! I quickly put my mouth around Roo’s cock and started sucking, while I was stroking Javi, looking at his cock with amazement and, I’m guessing, a bit of fear. This is going to tear me apart, I thought to myself. Roo got hard quickly, and I tried sucking Javi, but I couldn’t get it into my mouth. I broke my jaw a few years back and after extensive surgery I haven’t been able to open as wide as I used to, but it has never been a problem until now. I had to settle with having just his cock head in my mouth, playing with my tongue over it while jerking him off. When Javi noticed it wasn’t going in as he wanted it to, he pulled out and said: - “Never mind that, lay down on your back on the bed. Don’t worry, Roo will fuck you first.” Clearly, I did as I was told, laid down on my back, ass hanging out over the edge of the bed and hoisted my legs in the air. Roo started rummaging around in the trash bin and he found what he was looking for; a used, cum filled condom. He positioned himself between my legs, held his cock against my hole, emptied the contents of the condom over his cock and my hole, then plunged into me in one quick swoop and started fucking me. Honestly, I’d had so much thick cock already that I could barely feel it, but it was still a raw cock in me, lubed with anonymous cum from a used condom, and that kind of sleaze is what I live for. The look on Roo’s face as he was pounding away was puzzling me. I couldn’t tell if he enjoyed it, disliked it or if he was feeling anything at all, he was just blank. I tried clenching to see if I could get a reaction, but nothing. Pinching his nipples didn’t do anything either. Javi was standing next to us, watching, jerking his massive cock. It was drooling with pre cum, and I reached out to catch a drop that was about to leave and hit the floor. It tasted salty and delicious. Roo was still pounding away with his expressionless face. Javi moved behind Roo, embraced him, kissed his neck, and said: - “Give it to him Roo. Breed him!” - “I already have, twice…”, Roo responded. - “Then move away and let me fucking destroy him!” - “Wait, not yet I’m about to give him a third load!” What? He’d cum twice already? Without ANY of the telltale grunts, moans, clenched eyes, or anything. He kept fucking for another minute, still no expression on his face, then he pulled out and said: - “There… Three toxic loads in his neg ass. NOW it’s your turn my love.” - “Grab your poppers lad, you’re gonna fucking need them!”, Javi said. Roo moved out of the way, sat down on the bed next to me so he had a good view of what was about to happen. He took my water bottle and drank it all as he leaned back to enjoy the show and started fiddling with his softening cock. I started inhaling my poppers like my life depended on them, I knew I was going to need all the chemical help I could get to survive this. Javi moved into position, put my legs up to rest on his shoulders, and with fear I saw that fat monster approaching my freshly bred hole. I took hit after hit of the poppers, hoping it would help. I’ve been fisted a few times, but it had been years since the last time, and I was not prepared for this. His glans was wet with pre cum, he pushed against me and started slipping in. It was stretching me open like never before and my ring was giving a lot of resistance. - “Wait, please…”, I said and grabbed my towel from the bed. I wet a corner of it with the poppers, rolled it up into a ball and shoved it in my mouth. A few deep breaths through the popper-towel, and it hit me like a fucking train. I just looked at Javi and nodded. Javi pushed hard, with no regard whatsoever for the owner of the hole he was penetrating. My hole gave up its resistance, and Javi entered me all the way. The pain was excruciating, but he was stronger than my ring muscle, and he had won. He started fucking me, alternating between quick short thrusts and long slow ones, sometimes even pulling all the way out and forcefully shoving back in. It was clear that his mission was to destroy me. He backed up and inspected my hole. - “Would you look at that…”, he said proudly, turning to Roo. Roo moved off the bed and down to the floor to get a good close look at my hole. Javi went back inside me, then pulled out again, leaving my hole gaping. - “Wow, he really is wide open now! Nice work!”, Roo said and shoved his face in between my ass cheeks, sticking his surprisingly long tongue into my hole. Roo flicked his tongue around a bit, then got up, pulled the poppers-towel from my mouth, and gave me a kiss with his sperm covered tongue. It was an intense taste of cum and ass, and the distinct taste of something slightly metallic: blood. Javi really had destroyed me, but not enough it seemed, as he shoved back in and again started fucking me quick and hard. I was coming down from the poppers rush, and it was really starting to hurt again, but I clenched my teeth and endured for another five minutes until Javi blasted his undetectable load in me and collapsed on top of me. He slipped out, rolled off and I could finally let my legs down again, with much discomfort. I just lay there, looking up into the ceiling, trying to compose myself. - “So, how many loads have you taken today, Jay?”, Roo asked. - “Ten, I think…”, I responded after going through this evening’s events in my head. - “At least four of those were really toxic poz loads.”, Javi commented. - “As we told you, Roo was just diagnosed and when you’re recently converted your viral load is really fucking high…”, he continued. I had no response. I just laid there quietly, my ass aching and my hole absorbing all those loads. Roo and Javi were quiet as they sat on the bed next to me. - “I need to take a piss…”, Roo said and took the empty plastic bottle and started filling it with his warm piss. When he was done, the bottle was full. He screwed the cap back on and tossed it on the bed towards me. It rolled over the bed and stopped as it caressed the side of my chest. I could feel the warmth of the liquid through the plastic, against my skin. - “Are you going to get PeP now and prevent your conversion?”, Roo asked, looking at me. What I did next surprised even myself. I picked up the piss bottle, looked at the pale-yellow liquid, sat up, unscrewed the cap, put the bottle to my lips and looking Roo straight in the eyes I started drinking. I’ve never been a piss pig before, but it felt so right at this moment. After downing half the bottle, I spoke up: - “What do you think? I’m a perverted cum dump, I think it’s finally time for me to fully embrace who I am and let the virus take hold. Not sure what my husband will say though…” I gave him a crooked mischievous smile as I scooped up a wad of gunk from my ass and looked at it. It was opalescent pink and frothy. I was definitely bleeding, and those toxic loads had a free passage into my bloodstream. I licked my fingers clean and moaned as I enjoyed the taste. - “It seems our job here is done, dear.”, Javi said to Roo, and they both laughed and gave each other a high five. - “I’m definitely done for today, there’s no way in hell I can get fucked anymore.”, I responded and laughed with them. Then I downed the last of the piss and said: - “And apparently, I’m a piss pig now. Not sure how that happened, I’ve never drank piss like this before.”, I said, crunched the empty bottle and threw it in the trash. We all went to the showers, got dressed and left together. They handed in their keys at the counter and paid their bill, and I did the same. The guy at the counter smiled at me and handed over a note with my locker number on. It was a phone number, “Text me!”, and a smiley face. I showed it to Roo and Javi. - “Yep, that’s his number alright. I’m pretty sure he wants you to confirm whether he’s managed to convert you or not. I know he’s counting his victims. But you won’t really be able to know if it was him or us…”, Roo said, flashing me a smile. We exited the sauna, exchanged numbers, hugged, and kissed. - “I hope we get to meet your husband too.”, Javi said with a grin. - “You’d kill him with that thing…” I said, looking at his groin…

Part 3 I look at him and he smiles and shows me his phone. It’s a video clip of an older white CD with red hair sucking a huge black cock. “Am I right, sissy? You want me to make you my bitch with this big cock? I saw you the other night, humpin that chair like that ass is itching.” “Is that your cock, sir?” WTF? Why did I just call him sir? And why the fuck am I asking another man about his cock? He smiles because he knows now. “I knew it. I’ve converted so many straight white boys to sissy sluts for my cock, I done lost count. Forget about the shot, I gotta piss and then let’s go for a ride, we gotta talk, bitch.” I didn’t want to make a scene in the bar, so I followed him to his car but I didn't get in. I could smell the weed emanating from the car as he walked me around to the drivers side. His friend was driving and when Marcus introduced me to him, I saw the redhead CD girl from the picture and she was sucking Keith's huge black cock. She came up for air and Keith blew a long stream of smoke into her mouth. She looked right at me with glassed-over eyes, blew the smoke onto Keith’s monster cock and then stuffed half of it back in her mouth. I’m freaking the fuck out. I’ve got friends and dudes I do business with in this bar right now. I gotta get outa here. “I knew you were in the wrong bar when I saw you grinding your ass the other night, faggot,” Then Marcus grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "I know what you need, sissy. Where you parked?” Im still watching Keith push that sissy’s head down on his beautiful, glistening tool and she is moaning like a whore. “Yo! I got something you’re gonna like, sissy now open your car.” I reach for my keys without taking my eyes off of the porn movie in front of me. I hear Marcus tell Keith he’ll be right back as I’m getting in the drivers seat. My head is buzzing from the edible which is now taking full effect. Marcus says to me, “You smoke weed, slut?” I look over and Marcus has a glass pipe that he’s pouring something into and he tells me to take a left out of the parking lot. It’s like my mind is on autopilot as I pull onto the road. “Do you smoke, slut?” Me: “why are you calling me a slut, man? Yes I smoke weed.” He just chuckles and tells me to turn right into a strip mall and then around to the back. He points to where I should park and I come to a stop behind an empty store. Marcus: “We gonna have a little talk bout you but first I want you to smoke some of my shit here.” He hands me the glass pipe and I put it to my lips. It looked a little like a hash pipe from high school so I ask, “is this hash?” As he puts a torch under the bubble at the end, Marcus says, “Trust me, sissy. This is just what you need. Now when I tell you, inhale very slowly and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Dear Diary, I just can’t stop thinking about him. His skin hung loose from his body, but his cock was full and plump. Rock hard, dripping strings of precum. Each drop of precum that touched my tongue was like a spicy fizzle, his aroma was deep and manly. The hard part wasn’t fucking each other senseless, the hard part was finding a time to do it when people weren’t around. It seemed to me I’d have more anxiety towards this behavior. But it’s like my hole opens and puckers at the gesture of a poz man thrusting into me. Like it’s the only cock that can satisfy me now. Riding his cock was like heaven and hell had collided. A soliloquy of darkness and light, and a battle for the darkness to spread within me. To take on his seed and become one with him, oh man. I can’t take it. But I do anyways. I accept his every thrust like it’s my last. My bed banging against the wall, each dog in the house howling as this poz fucker tears into me. As he takes over me. As I let him convert me. I’ll never forget how his cock twitched inside me, the ooze flowing up his cock deeper inside me, and spurting out. I remember the look on his face when I flipped him over and pushed my cock inside him. The ecstasy, the lust, and the pleasure. It was the ultimate sin, taking a unicorns blood was considered unforgivable. Just, this time, I’m hoping it’s my last time giving unicorn juice. For next time, I pray, that it be scorpion venom leaking out of me, spicy with a sizzle. until next time, diary.

Hey guys! Thanks for all your great and encouraging (and dirty!) comments! Sorry I've been away for a while. But I intend to continue Justin's story and conversion (conversion in more way than one!) Hopefully I'll have an update for you soon. P&B

I walked through the corridors where the cabins were. They were all closed, except for one that was empty. I kept going and ventured towards the dark room, and as usual I found it most crowded just by the entrance, but when I pushed by those guys there was some space left over in the back. The dark room is quite large with a huge, padded fuck bench along one side and glory holes around the walls leading to the booths surrounding the room. It's completely dark in there, except for a faint red light coming through the glory holes, if they're not occupied. Grunting, moaning, and slapping noises coming from everywhere, and the smell of cum in the warm moist room was really putting my head in the right space, and taking a deep hit of my poppers pushed me over the edge into complete limitlessness. I felt the glory holes around me and found a hard, rather small, unoccupied cock that I immediately bent over and took in my mouth, sticking my ass out for anyone to use. It didn't take long until I felt hands on my ass and my body, exploring my cheeks and feeling my wet hole. Someone entered me and started fucking, just as the cock I was sucking suddenly erupted in my mouth. Had I known he would come that quickly I'd have pushed my ass against it from the beginning. With my mouth full of cum, I stood up and leaned my chest against the wall for a more comfortable position while the guy behind me kept fucking. I savored the flavor of the cum, then spit about half of it into my hand and swallowed the rest. The cum in my hand I poured over my ass crack, feeling it run down towards my hole lubing up the cock that was fucking me. It seemed to be a popular move since the guy groaned "Oh, fuck yes..." and about ten seconds later started shooting his load in me. Two loads in. Well, maybe two and a half. Again, I had no idea who he was, as he quickly withdrew and moved away. I clenched my hole and started moving towards the fuck bench, hoping I could find a free space and a more comfortable position for my continued anonymous breeding. Guy after guy were lined up on the bench, on their knees with their asses either waiting for cock or being fucked. I felt a sloppy hole on a really fat ass as I walked by, and I scooped some of the gunk up and smelled it; the unmistakable smell of cum on my fingers made my cock twitch, and I showed my cum-covered fingers up my hole just to get a bit of the DNA inside me. Next to the fat ass was a free space on the bench so I assumed the position as bitch, on my knees with my ass up just waiting to be impregnated. As I spread my legs and lowered myself, I felt my cock dipping into a wet puddle on the bench beneath me, again I scooped it up and identified the smell as cum, then tried pushing as much as possible into my hole. The rest I used to coat my cock to use as lube for masturbating. The bottom before me probably came while in the same position as I was in. The fat guy next to me were getting fucked by someone, and that someone started feeling up my ass with rough calloused fingers. He quickly swapped and showed his wet cock, dripping with cum from the other hole, all the way into my ass as he instead started fingering the other guy. Ten seconds later he swapped back, and then went back and forth like that for a few minutes, properly fucking us both and transferring DNA to and from both our asses. After about ten minutes he was fucking harder and faster than before, and I heard him starting to groan while fucking the fat guy next to me. Mid coming, he pulled out and slammed into me to make sure we both got a share of the load he was shooting. -"Fucking whores..." he wheezed and spat on my back before leaving the room. The fat guy seemed to have had enough as he got up from the bench and left. I remained in position and took a hit of my little brown bottle. A minute someone else entered me and quickly fucked another load into me. Not much to write about that one, just a quick pump-and-dump, but it was still another load in me, and I was happy about that. Four loads in, and DNA from an unknown number of men. This was going to turn out great!

I’ve been reading and jerking off to the stories here for years. Countless orgasms has been caused, so I felt it was time to return the favor with a story of my own. Fiction. -ish… The true part is that I really am the cumdump bitch being described and I can promise you there were LOTS of pre cum drooling out of my cock while writing this down. It’s sort of a summary of several visits to saunas and sex clubs, summarized into one heck of an evening, spiced up with some fiction and minor exaggerations. You'll have to figure out the fictional parts yourself. 😉 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors you might find. --------------------- The Sunday of easter was always packed at my local gay sauna in my hometown, a small town in the south of Spain. Boys and men having spent many nights dining with their catholic families, thinking about Jesus and stuff. Now they’re all horned up and ready to blow. I’m not a religious person at all, unless you count getting fucked raw by random men a religion, then I’m devout! Maybe a bit of background information could be interesting for you to read: Being a somewhat chubby, hairy man, 40+, I usually don’t find it that easy to get fucked when there’s always so many hotter options around, but going to the sauna has never failed me as I always left with an ass full of cum. In all honesty it’s mostly due to me having absolutely no limits whatsoever when it comes to who’s fucking me. No loads refused, right? I often end up with some hot guys too. There IS such a thing as bear chasers, but they’re not common, so those rare moments are of course cherished. I actually promised myself at a young age to never say no to any guy wanting to fuck me even if he was old, fat, ugly, or all of it, because sooner or later I would also become old, probably fat, probably less attractive, and I wouldn’t want to be rejected for that, hence I would never refuse anyone with a hard cock wanting to fuck me. When it comes to being the top, I get a little pickier. Mainly because I must be turned on in one way or another to stay hard. On the other hand, I've fucked quite a few disgusting men just because of the sleaze of it. I find it very hard to resist a good sloppy cum filled hole. Taking loads is my passion, and I've been doing it for 25 years. The first time I ever had sex I swallowed big load of cum. The second time I took it in the ass. The third time I loaded the guy’s ass. From that point on there's been very few condoms in my life, at least being used as intended. I wasn't very sexually active my first "gay years", due to living in a very small town on the countryside, and it being the 90's when internet was a luxury and mobile phones were made for phone calls. But then I moved to the big city and started hooking up with anyone who looked at me half a second too long at a party or a gay bar. Then I discovered the porn cinemas which I very nervously attended, scared of HIV but still not using any protection. The thrill was greater than the fear and my risk taking was getting worse every time I went there. Someone introduced me to poppers, and with that little brown bottle under my nose I took my first completely anonymous load with my ass pressed against a glory hole in a very small dark cabin. Fuck, I felt so dirty, but I had never been hornier. Not long after that I found myself out in the open, taking a load from a skinny guy with a PA, with a crowd of dirty old men watching me while they were jerking off. I remember feeling strangely proud of myself for doing so and feeling attractive as all those men seemed to enjoy the show. A few years of porn cinemas, dark rooms, cabins, and saunas later, I found the fetish club. I got myself a jock strap and a leather harness and felt just as nervous about going there as I felt going to the porn cinema the first time. The crowd here was older, they were kinky fetishists and somehow, I KNEW they all had AIDS. Probably. But I still went there. I had barely paid for my first beer before someone stuck a finger up my ass, causing me to run and hide in a corner. I can't remember doing anything sexual there the first time, I don't think I stayed long, but I've taken countless loads there after that first night. I met my husband there a few years later. He was so sweet, and I was so turned on watching him taking loads in the dark room, his hair all messy, drunk off his head. I took him home that night and he moved in just a few weeks later. Together we discovered travelling; Barcelona sex clubs, Berlin sex clubs; Amsterdam sex clubs, Gran Canaria and Yumbo center sex clubs... All this time without PrEP, as it wasn't available in my country at the time. I never cared about the risks. Even as my husband and I were both getting railed next to each other against the bar at a club in Yumbo center, me by a guy with biohazard tattoos who as it turned out had been making porn for Treasure Island Media, my husband by his husband. It really is nothing short of a fucking miracle that I’m still neg, and so is my husband. A few years ago, we started taking PrEP, but only for planned fucking, such as parties or going abroad, but I was still taking quite a lot of spontaneous loads when fucking around. Then came Covid and we stopped fucking with others altogether and stopped PrEP too. Then as soon as the pandemic was over, we moved to Spain. But I digress, let’s get back to the easter breeding...

So I’m sitting at the pub drinkin with the guys and talking sports and pussy. I’m wearing work boots, jeans and a white T shirt. I’m also wearing purple panties and a butt plug wishing I was getting spitroasted by big cocks. I need a bigger plug. I'm very restless on my bar stool as I grind my hungry hole down on it trying to feel it deep…and not get caught. I need to get fucked like a bitch in heat. I was sitting talking to my friends with my back to another section of the bar. When I turned back to the bar to order some shots, I noticed a tall black guy about 5 barstools away and he gives me a “sup” nod and looks right at me. I nod back and turn to the shots that just arrived. As I’m drinking my shot I thought, “I wonder what I look like from the back when I’m wiggling my butt down?” Could that dude possibly know my secret? I turn to put my shot glass on the bar and glance in his direction…but he’s gone. I was relieved but also…I don’t know…disappointed?

You guys got any straight friends that you’ve sucked their cock? Approached me in the bathroom saying suck his cock. He cums hard . Cum tastes like creamy. I clean his cum off with my hands scooping the cum with my fingers and stuffing them into my boi pussy. Curious to know what his cum will make my hole smell like. Used boi hole is an aphrodisiac. Sweaty and sweaty men’s athletic clothes have the same effect as poppers. Keeps me hard and the boi musk is intoxicating. I’ve learned to just be passive and your timidness only make male aggression want to dominate you.

Part 2 Three nights later, I need to meet my bookie at the bar as I did surprisingly well on the Final Four. I did an edible a couple hours before so I’m feeling nice and mellow in my pink lace crotchless panties. My new, bigger butt plug arrived today and I had to go slow getting it in. It vibrates and has a remote control. I had it on low in the truck driving here. I think it’s too loud so too risky for the bar. What a way for one of my friends to catch me! No way! So I leave the remote in the truck. I stand the whole time I’m settling up with the bookie. When he leaves, and if nobody is around, I plan to sit down hard on the closest bar stool and ride the thrill of my secret. We do a shot for good luck and he heads out. I look around and see that nobody is around the stool next to me so I back up and drop all my weight on my butt and WOW, I’ve never had anything that deep inside me! It takes my breath away and I look down to gather myself. I take a couple recovery deep breaths and look up to see that tall black guy walk into the bar and directly over to me. I look away quickly thinking it’s just really bad timing but fuck…he’s soon standing right next to me. I stand up as I’m paying my tab and he says, “Yo, get us some shots”. Me: “I’m leaving now. Maybe next time.” He leans his head close to mine and says in my ear “I’m going to give you what you want, bitch.”

As if there had been a signal that I could not hear, the room was suddenly empty, and I found myself alone on the bench. I stood up, exited, and went around the corner to where the booths were, stepped inside my favorite one that has glory holes on three sides, closed the door behind me and hung my towel on the hook by the door. The glory hole to the left was towards another booth that was empty. The hole in the middle was towards the dark room, and I knew that was empty as well. The hole to the right was to another booth, and I could see someone moving in there. He had seen me too and presented an open mouth in the hole. Oh well, the others were empty so I guess getting my cock sucked would be better than nothing, so I stuck my soft cock in the mouth in the hole, flipped my ball sack over the partition as well and just pushed my entire body against the wall as the guy started sucking. Another deep hit of my poppers while just relaxing and letting him do all the work, slowly making me hard again. He grabbed my nuts and started gently squeezing them as he worked on my shaft. I love a bit of CBT, so I told him -"Harder on the nuts...". He heard me and gave them a good squeeze and my response was a loud moan and a flex of my cock, pushing out a gob of pre cum to the cocksucker’s delight. More poppers, more ball squeezing, and a warm wet mouth around my cock, I was really starting to enjoy this, but I really didn't want to cum yet, so I wasn't too displeased when the guy stopped sucking and let go of my cock. However, two seconds later his hole was engulfing my cock instead. He fucked himself onto me as I remained in position. My balls were still on the other side of the wall, and every time he pushed back his ass also pushed against my nuts, putting them in a sort of vice between the wall and his body. As good as all this was, his ass was a bit too loose and didn't provide enough pleasure for me, so I started softening and slipped out of him. He resumed sucking and cleaning my cock properly. I could hear noises from the booth on the other side, so I took a chance, turned around, pushed my ass against the hole where the cocksucker was, bent over and investigated the hole on the other side. The cocksucker started fucking me with his tongue, which was very nice, and I could see a huge cock appearing in the hole in front of my face. This was a small booth, so I had no trouble staying with my ass pushed against one hole, while sucking the cock in the other. The cock sucker replaced his tongue with a rather short but very fat cock, stretching my hole out nicely, as I sucked the ever-growing huge cock in front of me. Pig heaven is how I would describe being taken from both ends like this. All that was missing was a fire underneath, and I would've been a real roasted pig. A few minutes of this and the cock I was sucking were at full attention, as big as some of my favorite dildos. The cock sucker, now ass fucker, blasted off what seemed to be a huge load in my ass. When he pulled out, I could feel it running down the back of my thighs. While I was turning around, I scooped up what I could, lubed the huge cock and started impaling myself on it. Holy fuck it was big. It must've been at least 25 cm long and as thick as one of those huge cans of hairspray I used back in the 90's. I would know, since I actually built myself a homemade dildo from one of those cans when I lived at home and was too young to procure real sex toys. The poppers bottle would come in handy now. I pushed back against the cock and felt him back away along with it, pulled my ass cheeks apart and planted my ass firmly against the partition. A deep hit of the poppers bottle and I could feel the familiar warmth and rush as my body relaxed and the cock slowly slipping into me, deeper and deeper. In front of me the cock that just fucked me appeared and I didn't hesitate one second opening my mouth, taking it in and savor the taste of cock, cum and ass on it.

First and foremost, I thank you all for coming here. Please keep in mind that during a previous post I halted content production as I focused on my own journey. This journey is a fictitious parallel. Check back now and again, I anticipate this being a long series. -DonnyJames A New Beginning - AMBD Chapter 1 Life was pretty good until the pandemic hit. It was unfortunate that the cost of the pandemic hit me as hard as it did. Dragged down by disaster after disaster, I was destroyed emotionally. It seemed as if every day came at the cost of more debt, more bills, less energy, and less will. I speak of will as if it is some kind of magical essence, knowing that losing the will to continue fighting is hard. It can destroy a man. What I can say is that when faced with destruction and despair, occasionally, just every so often, fighting back with corruption and devastation is the strongest defense. Faced with bankruptcy, homelessness, and absolute self actualized destruction, a certain… twitch came across me. A deep itch yearning to corrupt myself further. To take on the darkness and live hand-in-hand with the compassions of light, and the treachery of darkness. To walk the lone path, and pursue the poz status. Weeks go by, with little to no interest in sex. Depression sets in further. Suicidal thoughts crossed my mind, but yet, the excitement and burn of being poz and alive would constantly reignite my passions as I fantasized about the bug infiltrating my veins. Taking root in my system, churning in my blood. The silent venom hijacking my mind, the danger of my sex. I know these feelings bring out my sexual side again. I have learned to embrace that my poz tendencies have turned me into a new man. I cannot get off without thinking of being poz anymore. For in this case, the bug has already won me. Detectable, or not. I knew in this moment I was destined for it. It wasn’t an if, it was a when. I’ve set out to work right away. (This first story exists in another thread on this site, but is not allowed here. This is a sum-up) The first time I took a poz load was fucking hot. It was actually 4 poz loads, in fact. This hairy bear laying on the bed gestured me over to him. His massive cock curved up sharply, and a gigantic double zero gauge Prince Albert stuck out of it. I moved over to the bed where he was, and hopped over him. Straddling his body, I lowered my puckered ass hole to his cock. Gently, fiddling with his cock ring around my hole, I slid up and down on the head of his dick. My hole kissed his cock, in and out, making sweet love to his large member. 4 loads later and the night was over. It was probably about two weeks ago that I realized being poz was something I somewhat am already. I’ve had sex with several poz guys, and I don’t fuck negative boys. It seems like I have already succumbed to the virus. I met a wasted poz guy a few days ago. His saggy, empty skin would slap against my ass as he fucked me. Raw dogging my ass, I could see this man had never been happier. His first breeding ever as a top, and he chose me for the load. He chose ME to carry his legacy. However, I am just so tired, I must finish this another time. Goodnight Diary, Don’t let my sex bugs bite. We are up to speed on this diary. Going forward will be much more detailed content, starting here in a day or two. Please check back and scroll for where the real story begins on this thread.

Hey guys - I'm cumming to SFO for a week at the end of July for Up Your Alley. What are the best parties and events to cum to for fun and action? I've been to both Dore Alley and SF Pride before but found it hard even finding out what dance parties or sex parties were even happening! Need some pointers or invites... 😉 Cheers.

I was in Scouts. Even went back packing in Philmont and was in Order of the Arrow. I never had any scout encounters (and it's not like i didn't try to). But if I'd been lucky enough to enjoy a fellow scout or scoutmaster I would have welcomed it.

It wasn't so much what the guy said to me as it was the fact that as a professional escort (and he was an exceptionally hot one at that), he wanted to get fucked by me on his one day off. And he ended up spending the night. I'm still flattered by it.

One of my favorites was when I had a boyfriend once, and I was cheating on him with a guy he knew from work. Dude was telling me, as he pounded the shit out of me, how he was going to tell my BF what a worthless, cheating whore I was. I kept begging him not too, as he kept telling me he was, calling me trash, and a whore and fucking me harder. I was so turned on I came from just being fucked. He never did tell my BF, and we fucked a few times after that with him always threatening me as he fucked me.

Which, I'm assuming, also includes the armaments industry - with the politicians pants down, bent over, spreading their cheeks to receive the shovels-full of money from the industry that is providing the equipment that's mowing down little kids in school, on and on, ad nauseum. Here in FL, our - I can't even describe him as an actual governor - is busy restricting books, endorsing hatreds of every kind and description, signing bills that allow the nutcases to carry guns without even obtaining a permit, every anti-social thing he can come up with. At least, his battles with Mickey Mouse aren't proving so successful - not quite yet, anyway ....

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_jasGq4un9I5a I'd take both of his loads!

I went back to the bathhouse recently and ended up spending a lot more time there than I had originally planned to. But there's something addictive about it. I arrived early evening and it was reasonably busy already. I just wore a jockstrap and left my towel in my locker. I did a quick walkthrough to scope out the crowd, and it didn't take long for a guy to grab my ass as I walked by. I nodded, and he wordlessly pushed me up against the wall, spit on his dick, and fucked me right there. It didn't take long for him to cum in me - "Thanks," was all he said as he walked away. Next was a bearded daddy-type who invited me back to his room. We started by making out, and he asked if I'd let him fuck me. I told him I wanted to be a good boy for him and do whatever he wanted, which made his dick jump. He ate my ass out, and when he tasted the cum that had been fucked into me from the previous guy, it drove him wild. He fucked me hard and animalistic, and me saying "please daddy, please cum in me" sent him over the edge. He didn't stop after cumming, though, and kept fucking me for a second load. After he was spent, we lay there chatting for a bit. I told him about my master and my ongoing training, and how I felt at my best when serving other men. Before leaving, we exchanged numbers, and he said he'd be hearing from me for sure. I went back to the public play area, and another guy grabbed my ass - I didn't turn around and just bent forward, presenting my ass, and he didn't waste any time and started fucking me. We amassed a small crowd, including one enthusiastic verbal guy who was very into the fact that I was being raw fucked by a stranger, saying things like 'yeah fuck his ass raw', 'take that raw cock, boy', etc. When the guy fucking me announced that he was close, I loudly begged him to cum in me, which elicited an enthusiastic "yeah! seed his ass!" from the verbal guy. Verbal guy quickly got down and felched me after the guy fucking me pulled out, before himself ramming his cock into my hole. He went all of a few thrusts before shooting in me and then quickly walking away. I left the play area to take a break at this point, and after getting some water, a guy approached and asked if I'd like to come back to his sling room with him. I agreed, and he had me up in the sling in no time. There was a lot of dirty talk which was seriously turning me on and getting me into a slutty headspace. Things like "You're just a slutty faggot jock boy aren't you?" and "You just want to get loaded up, don't you, faggot?". He gave me a bottle of poppers and told me to take a few big hits. My head was spinning at this point, and he poured some lube on his cock and said "You're going to take what I give you, faggot," and slammed into me in one thrust. I just threw my head back and moaned. My ass burned as he fucked me, his cock was thick but it felt right and my head was still spinning from the poppers. He fucked me with the door open, and given his enthusiastic fucking and how noisy we were being, we quickly amassed a small group of people watching, waiting for a turn on my ass. His thrusts accelerated, and he yelled "Take it all, faggot!" as he flooded my hole. He winked at me and said "enjoy yourself, faggot", and as quickly as he pulled out, another guy was there to take his place. Cock after cock fucked me, and I lost track of how many. Each new cock that entered my hole reaffirmed what I felt inside - that I am a faggot, born to please men. Everything about the situation just felt so right - being ass up in a sling, available for anyone to use as they saw fit. At some point, I was pulled off the sling onto the bed, and was double penetrated. Having two cocks in my ass for the very first time, by total strangers, no less, made me see stars. As it was happening, I just started chanting softly over and over "I'm a faggot" while getting doublefucked. The whole experience was a headspace and high like nothing I'd ever experienced before, being DP'd was the cherry on top. When things finally quieted down, the guy who had initially put me in the sling was nowhere to be found, and a quick time check showed I'd been at the bathhouse for almost 8 hours - it was time to leave. Exhausted, I collected my things from my locker and went home, thoroughly used, and incredibly satisfied.

If I were there babe I'd take your babies in both ends how ever many times they hey want to cum on inside 😵

If your not sure, I would recommend being a stablehand. When you get your break and you can be a mare or stallion. I was a mare (obviously) on Saturdays CLAW Horsemarket, and in 20 minutes got 3 cocks in me, and this was when event was starting to wind down. The feeling of just hood on and trusting others to lead you, and just knowing your a piece of meat, a hole to be used. Unbelievable feeling..and now i want more!!

To clarify--You buy your ticket for one role or the other, you can't switch in the course of the evening. More Mares apply than Stallions. The Stablemaster, as I understand it, keeps the mares on a waiting list. Once he has ten Stallions buy tickets, ten Mares are notified they got their tickets as well, and so on,,,until it reaches around 35 each. I've said this elsewhere, but I will repeat it here. One of the things I love about HorseMarkertSF is that no photos are submitted, unlike other models of this events. There is no "hotness" criteria. Horny men, in all shapes, sizes and colors are there. As it should be.

I was service mare #401 at Saturday night's party. There was VERY little time I didn't have a penis in my ass and was bred multiple times. Then stayed for the open ply party after and got fisted some more. Was going to post a pic but apparently I can't get it small enough to upload. 😞

I've had to clean other guys dna out of the driver seats of rental cars before returning them.

There's no doubt about it, this sick poz fucker was a master at getting bottoms to give up the goods. And unfortunately I fell prey to his slick style. The guy was on Manhunt and the only pic showing was of his dick. And man was it a good picture! He claims "8x6" in his stats section (don't they all!) but the picture of his dangling meat looks to measure up to every inch of his profile. And this fucker had been dangling this meat in front of me for about a year. We would chat on and off, whenever we would see each other online. He said all the right things, about eating my pussy to get me good and open before he slow-fucked his massive meat into me. He talked about taking his time with me, making me feel good, working my ass deep, etc. Yes, he was poz, but he said he was healthy and since I was neg he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. You know, all the frilly language that gets a bottom going. He would even open his one, locked "face pic" for me and I would get to see a handsome, older daddy face to go with that cock. But we would somehow never quite manage to hook up. Something would "suddenly come up" and Marsha Brady would disappear. His face pic would relock, and I wouldn't see him online for awhile. Until the next time. Yeah, that fucker teased me for a good, long while-- baiting that hook well. Until one fateful Saturday, when he finally managed to "close the deal". It was around 1 am and I had been horny all day with no takers. I was cruising online, trying to find something...ANYTHING... to take care of my itch. When I suddenly get an IM from him: Him: Hey, what's up tonight? Me: I am CRAZY horny. I need cock so bad I can taste it Him: I'm horny too. We should fuck Me: ABSOLUTELY! I would do anything for your cock to be in me tonight Him: I just got in from the bar. You wanna cum here? Me: Are you serious? are we gonna do this finally?? Just tell me where, and I'll cum over Him: Yeah. let's do it. ok, bring poppers. you'll need them :-) Me: God, I can't wait for this! I've been wanting your cock for so long! Him: And I've wanted your ass. When you get to my place, I'll let you in but I want you to turn around, drop your and put your hands on the door so I can immediately start eating your ass Me: deal! He sent me his address and I was out the door in a flash. He wasn't that far away, and I arrived at his apartment about 15 minutes later. I knocked and his door opened up enough to let me in. It was fairly dark inside, and I whispered hello as I turned around and dropped my sweats. His hot mouth was at my crack in an instant and his tongue was burrowing into my hole expertly. I was so turned on I had to concentrate not to pop my nut right then and there. After about 10 minutes of him tonguing my spleen, he says "Let's go to the bedroom". And he starts walking down the hall. I followed him back, and when we got to the dim light coming from the porn playing in his room what I saw was... disarming. He did not look like his pictures. Or better yet, his face pic was him... but from years ago. And the years had not been kind. He vaguely looked like Chet from Weird Science. He was bald now and had quite a gut and kind of emaciated limbs. Frankly, he looked sick, and this made my stomach churn. He had said he was healthy, but he didn't look it. About the only thing that DID look healthy on him was his massive prong. It stood out proudly from his bony hips, and there was a shiny drop of precum at the tip. It was every bit 8x6... possibly more... with an angry, shiny, purple mushroom head and a slight downward arc. "Get on all fours at the edge of the bed," he commanded. I hesitated. He could sense my nervousness and disappointment at his appearance. I'm sure he'd encountered this exact same reaction before and he was well prepared. He simply smiled a sickly grin and grabbed his cock and wagged it at me. "You like this, don't you boy? You've been fantasizing about this stretching that pucker for awhile now, haven't you? And I can see you're turned on by the thought," he said with a glance down at my still hard cock. "Get on the bed and I'll eat your butt some more. We won't do anything you don't want to do." And he flexed his cock again and the swell of that fucker hypnotized me. I found myself complying and getting on the bed. He knelt and began tonguing my hole in earnest and I gotta say-- it was fucking hot. He was really getting in there, and he was also doing the "spit on my hole" thing which drives me wild. When I was bucking back onto his tongue, he figured I was ready. He stood up and pumped a fistful of lube into his hand from the large bottle on the nightstand. "Now might be a good time to hit those poppers," he said while he teased and rubbed his cockhead all over my pucker. "Um... I'm not sure...." I hedged. But he knew. He knew I was in heat at this point and that my will was weak. "Hit the poppers, boy. You'll enjoy this more." And I did as he said. Just as the rush was taking hold, he took hold of my hips and pressed his head slowly into me. My ass opened up readily and accepted his tainted shaft. He inched in with agonizing slowness and I had to buck back into him to sink the remaining 3 inches into me. The pain has his head pierced my second ring was exquisite. And although I am ashamed to admit this, I was in heaven. I knew that he was sick, and that he probably had full blown AIDS, but I didn't care. I was so goddamn horny I would have taken any cock at that moment, and here he was presenting me with a perfect fuckstick. A tool of beauty that was hitting me perfectly and deeply. I tried to hump back onto him in order to fuck myself on his meat, but he would have none of it. "Oh no, boy. We're gonna take this slow and make it last. I wanna edge myself with your hole, like I've been edging myself all day.' And with that he took over the fuck and I just hit the poppers and was along for the ride. He slowfucked me for the better part of 30 minutes. Just slowly sliding into me until his head popped into my colon and his pubes were nestled against my asscheeks, and then a slow pullout to where just his fat head was still inside my pucker. And then a pause. And then another slow push in, and pull back. It honestly drove me crazy. Especially each time his head drove across and past my prostate. His massive member milked me from the inside and I was drooling precum all over his bedspread. He then gradually started speeding up and thrusting a bit harder into my ass. His cock was long enough to pop into my inner sanctum, but just barely. So in effect it was really more just ramming it. I could feel the punch of his dick with each thrust and it hurt, but the prostate work was pure pleasure. His thrusting then started getting violent as his hands gripped my hips firmly. I was hitting the poppers almost constantly to keep myself as open as possible for all that meat. "Damn boy! You're gonna make me cum!" he shouted. "Not in me!" I bleated. "Too late," he grunted while he shoved in as deep as he could. I felt his cock start to throb deep inside me and I knew he was shooting his poz load into me. His toxic load. His viral load. I felt turned on and ashamed and disgusted and excited all at the same time. I was also still hard and my ass wasn't done with his beautiful cock. When his orgasm subsided, he went back to slow fucking me. Long, slow pullout-- long push back in. He wasn't quite as hard as he had been, but he was still at nearly full mast. Only now, his dick was sliding more smootly inside me and his thrusts were making wet sounds. "You liked that, didn't you boy? I knew you were a chaser- I just had to get you to the point where your desires took over from your brain." All I could do was nod. "Mmmm, my cock may not be done with you yet either. He likes young, neg hole. You may get another load, if you want one. So.. you want one, boy?" I gave him the only answer I could. I finally got home and into my own bed around 3:30 that morning, my head buzzing with what I had just done (twice). And my ass leaking the evidence.

Many years ago, when I was still in my late 20's, I was dating this guy (kid really) named Josh. He was several years younger than was I, and several degrees less mature. We had been dating smoothly for about a year when I finally introduced him to a couple who were friends of mine, Rob and Erik. For better or worse, prior to meeting Josh I had had three-ways with them once and a while, and I had told Josh about some of these encounters. Rob and Erik lived about two hours away and they invited us up to spend a weekend in the city, drinking and having a good time. Now, knowing Rob and Erik, I knew that their idea of a 'good time' would probably mean all having sex together, and I knew it would be hard for Josh to resist. Hell, it would be hard for me to resist! Rob was defintely the whore of the couple: he was very outgoing and very handsome and very much a bottom. All with the body of an Olympic swimmer. Erik was the smaller of the two guys. He was also more reserved, frankly he was a bit nerdy. He was also a top with a nine-inch cock. While Rob was a fun bottom who really got off on being fucked, it was Erik that I enjoyed making cum, because Erik shot like one of the fountains at the Bellagio. He always launched several spurts, usually hitting the wall and ruining sheets in the process. I always wanted feel Erik shoot in my mouth, but was not allowed to. You see, Erik was poz while Rob was not. And Erik was always very cautious. Josh and I discussed the prospects of an invitation from Rob and Erik and had agreed we were content to remain a monogamous couple and we would politely decline any sexual offers - if they were presented. On that Saturday evening, we had been out drinking and having a grand old time and we all probably had a bit too much. We got back to their place and I decided it was time to get ready for bed. When Josh finally climbed in and we were laying in the dark, he told me Rob had kissed him while he was in the bathroom, and had invited us to have sex with them. "Josh, we talked about this. We said we were not going to do anything wth Rob and Erik." "But you have, and you liked it! Why don't we? It could be fun" Josh whined. "Josh, this is precisely why we talked all this out beforehand. So that it wouldn't become an issue." "But it's still an issue!" "Let's just go to sleep. Night." I could feel Josh stewing next to me while I was trying to relax. About five minutes later he sat up and announced, "Well, I'm going to go fuck Rob and Erik." "Have fun with that," I said and rolled over. "You're being an asshole," Josh spat as he left the room. My stomach churned into knots. My boyfriend had just left me to go have sex with two of my friends, after we expressly talked about NOT doing that very thing. I was seethingly mad, and hurt and upset. I tried my best to go to sleep, although it was difficult when I could hear noises start coming from the other room. After about five minutes I heard someone walk in to my bedroom. I initially hoped it was Josh, but it was Erik. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired" I answered. "Are you sure it's okay that Josh is in with us? It feels... awkward... without you there too. This was so like Erik, always the nice one. And the one I liked best because of it. "Yeah. He's a big boy. It's his decision. Go. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning." Erik hesitated, then slowly left. Try as I might, I just couldn't fall asleep. Notwithstanding my conversation with Erik, I grew more and more upset with Josh with each passing minute. How could he be treating our relationship this way? Is this how little he thought of me? Of us? Probably ten or fifteen more minutes went by, when I heard someone enter my room again. Again it was Erik. "So, um... is Josh neg?" he asked. "Yeah, why?" "Well, because Rob is riding Josh's raw cock right now and I was just curious" he said, as he sat on my bed. "I see. Yeah, I could have predicted that. I figured Josh would be angling to fuck Rob if he got the chance. And they'll be at it for awhile. Josh takes forEVER to cum." I knew Josh had a thing for Rob. For that matter, EVERYONE had a thing for Rob. He was quite charming. And I knew Rob would like Josh, because Josh had a thick eight inch cock with a wicked left curve. Plus Josh was in his early 20's and fucked like a demon. "I guess that leaves us out," Erik sighed. And that's when I decided. Fuck Josh. Fuck all this. I was going to have Erik fuck me. "Go get your supplies. We're gonna fuck," I told him, sitting up and giving him a deep kiss. "You sure?" he asked. "Go. Now. Hurry!" Erik was back in a flash. "I don't even think they noticed me come back in the room," he told me when he got back. We started making out, and soon I was going down on Erik's enormous rod. I had always felt extremely lucky to have Josh's big cock to play with, but Erik put Josh's dick into perspective for me. Erik is massive. Easily every bit of nine inches, and the thickness of his cock was verging on ridiculous, especially the middle of it. Toward the middle his cock flattened out, and it was wider than four fingers across-- then it tapered again to normal size at the base. I could only get about half his cock in my mouth before I couldn't fit any more in without the risk of teeth. Or tearing the corners of my mouth. While I worked on Erik, I could hear Josh and Rob ramping up in the other room. They were getting loud, and Rob was starting to vocalize a bit. I wanted to get Erik in me so I could add to the fuck noises and let Josh know that a REAL cock was nailing me. But I was nervous as fuck. Before when I used to have sex with Rob and Erik, it was mostly blow jobs, and me fucking Rob. Erik had tried to fuck me twice before, but I could never get him past the midway point. It just hurt too damn much and I always had to make him stop. And Erik, being the nice guy, would lose his hard on if he felt like he was hurting me. But I needed him to fuck me tonight. All the way fuck me. To permanently wreck my ass for Josh's cock. I told Erik I was ready, so he grabbed a condom and lubed up. And I generously lubed my butthole. "Here, I brought some poppers," Erik announced, adding "They're fresh, and should help." Erik lay on his back, and I straddled his monster cock. I hit the poppers and started easing down onto him. I did pretty well at the start, but then I hit the thick part, and my ass would slide no further. Not even with poppers. I tried sliding off, lubing, and reinserting. I tried bouncing a bit, and easing my ass downward on each stroke. Still no good. Then I just tried forcing my ass downward which made me gasp and cry out a little in pain. "Damn! I'm hurting you. I knew it wouldn't work," said Erik despondently. I could feel his hard on slipping away. Fuck. I desperately wanted his horse cock inside me, but it just wasn't working. I was angry at myself for tensing up and not being able to take it, and I felt bad that I was once again going to disappoint Erik. I quickly pulled off of his cock, ripped off the condom, and started sucking him again while stroking his shaft. This got him going again, and soon he was oozing precum. Josh and Rob were really going at it now. We could hear the rapid slaps of groin against ass while Rob was desperately (and rather loudly) urging Josh to fuck him harder. I wondered how much of this verbal display was for our benefit. That's when I made the decision. I was drunk, horny, and very angry with my boyfriend, so I grabbed the lube, re-lubed Erik and my asshole, and got back on top of him. Erik's cockhead was at my hole before he came to his senses. "What are you doing? I don't have a condom on!" he whispered loudly. "I'm getting this fucker inside me NOW. At least once all the way." "We can't... we shouldn't...." "Just don't cum in me," I said as I began to work him inside my ass. In he slid, but once again, I was stopped at the midpoint of his shaft. But damn it, I was going to take him regardless of the pain. So I hit the poppers hard, waited for the wave of euphoria to hit, and then I squatted down. Hard. It hurt. Man, did it hurt me. I think I could feel my sphincter tearing a little as the thick part forced inside of me. I instantly broke out in a sweat, and tears stung my eyes. But then suddenly with a painful pop he was inside, and I slid down to the base. And now along with the pain in my ass, there was a dull pain deep inside my guts where his head was stabbing up into my colon. Erik grabbed my hips and steadied me as I sat impaled on his massive pole. "You ok?" he whispered. "Oh my god, that's a lot of cock," was all I could get out as tears ran down my cheeks. "This feels amazing," he said. "You know how long it's been since I've fucked a guy? Nine months. And I had to stop fucking that guy before I came because he was in so much pain. Rob always picks up other tops for us to mess around with, and even though some of them see my cock and want to try, they never manage it." I bent down and kissed Erik. And slowly lifted myself so I could start to ride him. I only ever pulled halfway off him, because the thick part of his cock was knotted inside me and wouldn't pull past my protesting butt hole. But I must say, the tug on my hole from the inside was an amazing feeling. Slowly we worked up a rhythm, and between that and poppers, I suddenly found myself getting fucked steadily by Erik's dick. Even though my asshole was still on fire, the pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Incredible pleasure. The thick part of his cock was like a Mack truck driving over my prostate with every stroke, and the sheer volume of cock moving in and out of me was making every inch of my body quake and tingle. We eventually, slowly, rolled over so that I was on my back, legs spread and in the air and he was on top. We did this maneuver completely without disengaging his cock from my hole. Erik liked the leverage he could get in this position and we could also kiss more easily-- which we did. Erik set up a steady rhythm of pumping my hole while we kissed and sucked each other's tongue. If I listened, I could hear Josh and Rob really putting on a show now. Josh was shouting things like, "Take my cock, bitch!" as Rob answered with the scream "Oh God! Oh God! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" over and over. I thought that once Erik was in me, I would give them some verbal back in return, to get some revenge on Josh. But it just didn't feel right anymore. What Erik and I were doing was far too intimate, and I was content to stay quiet. So was he. From the angle that Erik was fucking, and from the size of his cock, he was edging me closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust. I could feel it building slowly... from the inside. Deep inside. I wasn't even touching my cock, but I knew that I was minutes, perhaps seconds, away from cumming. I was trying to delay it with snorts of poppers, but to no avail. Thankfully at about that time, I hear Josh shout, "Fuuuck, I'm getting close! Your ass gonna take my load, bitch?" I whispered "Erik, you are getting me really close. You keep fucking me, and I'm gonna cum." Rob meanwhile shouted between grunts, "Ugh! Fuck me! Ugh! Give me that cum!" "I'm really close too," Erik said as he kept fucking me. I heard Josh's now-familiar, animalistic "rrrrrRRRRR-UGGGH! UGGGH! UGGGGGGHHH!" as he started cumming inside Rob's hole. "Oh God, just don't stop fucking me, Erik!" was all I managed to say grunt as the cum started spewing from my cock in streams across my belly. "Oh FUCK, I can feel you cumming! It's gonna make me shoot!" shouted Rob as he starts grunting repeatedly. I was staring up at Erik, as he looked down at me with a mixed look of sexual passion and concern. "Oh no... I can't stop. Oh God, I can't stop it. I can't..." Erik stopped pumping, his breath caught, and that's when I felt it. I felt Erik's ridiculously hard and thick cock start to throb as it was parked motionless inside my ass, stretching my hole even further with every pulse. His prodigious, positive load filling my guts. He shuddered, his breath ragged as his cock charged my insides. "Oh shit! Oh I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Erik kept repeating. I hushed him with a kiss as his cock occasionally still twitched in my rectum. As we kissed, I heard the shower start and I knew that Rob and Josh were getting cleaned up. We stopped kissing, Erik looked at me and said, "What are we gonna do?" "About what?" I said. "This never happened. They fucked, we didn't. We just talked and waited for them to finish. Sound good?" "But... I came in you. And I'm poz. What about you? What about Josh??" "You let me worry about me. I begged you not to stop fucking me. And that thick cock of yours wasn't coming out again til you went limp. Besides... you liked fucking me raw, didn't you? Tell me the truth." "It was fucking amazing," he said. "I felt so... connected... to you. I kinda want to do it again." "And I gotta admit I loved feeling you cum inside me. I think I've wanted it for a long time. How about we leave you inside me, pretend to be asleep, and make those two sleep together tonight so we can fuck again" I suggested. So that's just what we did. We rotated around so that Erik was behind me, spooning, and we covered up. Josh came in a few minutes later and we pretended to be asleep. Josh tapped me to wake me up. I groggily said Erik was passed out and that I was pissed, and I wasn't waking him up. Then I told him to go crash with Rob. Josh said "Whatever" and walked out. Erik bred me twice more-- never pulling out his cock til the very end. Once later that night after we dozed a bit, and once in the morning before Josh and Rob got up. By the last fuck, Erik was long dicking me with his whole cock - the thick part punching past my hole and driving me wild with the most intense fuck pleasure I'd ever experienced. When Erik finally did pull out of me I felt so empty inside. And I don't mean just my ass. I felt like crying. Plus, my asshole hurt like it had never hurt after a fuck session; I was totally torn up. The sheets could attest to this fact, as they were a blood and cum stained mess. And even though Erik was positive, I was bound and determined to keep as much of him inside me for as long as I could. We all had a tense, hung over breakfast and said our terse goodbyes soon after. I broke up with Josh after our drive home, citing his immature behavior, but knowing it was because I didn't want to be the one to infect him. As I knew my negative days were probably over.

Interesting account. I’ve never been to Snax, and although I’ve always wanted to see the interior of Berghain in all its glory, I’m not sure I can be bothered with all the aggro. You reach a certain point in life where the idea of standing in a queue for 3 hours, with the very real possibility of being rejected at the end of it, just really doesn’t appeal anymore. I literally have far better things to do with my time. I’m sure it’s “amazing” once you’re inside- if you’re really into music, dancing, and all that shit- but I’m only in it for the sex, and I’m just as sure I can get the same or better sex elsewhere- hell, in those 3 wasted queueing hours alone I could probably have scored a dozen loads somewhere else. Perhaps that’s why the crowd is getting younger- older guys with a bit of life experience just won’t put up with that kind of treatment. I’m sure it’s music to some people’s ears that the oldies are staying away, and who knows? Maybe the chaotic door policy is a deliberate ploy to achieve just that end! I for one am only too happy to leave the young to do their thing- it sounds like an awful way to spend a night in Berlin. I’ll stick to my policy of only visiting that city outside of the main events: there’s always plenty of cock to go round, and it just sounds like it’s a lot less hassle.

I was a Boy Scout long enough to earn 8-12(?) merit badges. If anything untoward happened, I have zero memory of it. Considering other history of mine that I've divulged on BZ, if something untoward had happened, I might have instigated it and definitely wouldn't have been adverse to it. So I can only guess that nothing untoward ever happened to me while I was a Boy Scout. For anyone who was a Boy Scout and had something untoward happen that you didn't want, I hope you have been able to achieve some level of healing and acceptance that something was done to you that you did not want or deserve. Acceptance is not forgiveness though! Whether or not the person who did something untoward to you continues to exist on this plain, I hope you hold the organization that protected that person accountable! 💜💜💜💜💜

Update on collected anonymous cum loads for second feeding. Sir has one condom completely filled to the top and is about to start a second one. I'm trying to get over there in the next week or two so he can film me swallowing every single drop of that thick, delicious jizz. I've asked if I can have another bowl of cereal served with his rank morning piss instead of milk just like last time also. He spoiled me with that and now cereal just doesn't taste right with milk anymore. More updates to come. The attached pic shows me the current filled condom (he affectionately calls it my breakfast in a bag) frozen for freshness. On the day I'm scheduled to get my stomach coated in all that cum he'll get it out and bring the temp up so it's warm and tasty for maximum enjoyment.

That was simply hoT beyond words. I guess I’m reading the other 6 parts tonight. And a serious thanks for writing this — and for keeping (and not losing) the notebooks. The posts, besides being hot, are a reminder of how life was in what now seems to be a simpler time.

Not a chem/sex story. Drugs might be mentioned but not taken by the protagonists.

Friday late night I am just about to go to bed when I get an email. Looking at it I realise it is a thread from a Craigslist Personal (RIP) I had posted from 2016. Looking back I kinda remembered the guy, an American who had been over here on business for a few weeks, he had rented an apartment not that far from me. I recollected that he liked to be rimmed and was quiet an agressive face fucker, I also remembered that we had come close to fucking. The top of the email was saying he would be in London this week and was this email still valid. I replied yes and confirmed that it was who I thought it was and yes I wanted to meet him. He has in the air flying into Heathrow and using the plane WiFi, so the emails were coming thick and fast. We arrange next night, I say I am on Prep, so is he and yes he wants to fuck, oh and he has started using a pump. Next evening I prepare and head over to his hotel, get there, door open and he is naked. Soon go down in him to find a very fat, well pumped cock. He face fucks me, sits on my face, plays with my hole and lubes me up and asks if I am ready. Flips me on my back and enters me. Christ he is a good fuck. Change possitions a few times, just starting to get a bit sore when he says he is going to cum and dumps his load in me. We chat for a bit. We both agreed that if we had met again 7 years ago, he would have fucked me and it would be raw. It was a great fuck, he got in deep, took about 15 hours before what was left of his nut came out. He is still here, hope to hear from him again, if not , he will be In touch, just hope it is before 2030.

“DAMN! You got a ass like a bitch!!!”

"Wow, I left you loose and wrecked for the next guy."

I’m negative. I’ve been negative for quite a long time. I’m also on Prep., and Prep has freed me up to fuck bareback with anyone I want.

Memorial Day Weekend there is usually not much going on of interest in NYC other than the normal sex parties. Its also Fleet Week which excites everyone as many guys think they will hook up with a sailor. June is the best month to enjoy NYC. The weather is warm. days are long. You also have the Puerto Rican Day Parade, followed by Queens Pride then the NY Gay Pride Parade. There are also some street fairs in Harlem I believe.

At the Horse Market, there are about as many Mares as Stallions. It is not a gangbang--loads are going to be spread out. Last year, there was a mare who seemed to make anyone cum who fucked him--he was hot and had skills. He got 10 loads. This year, I did not witness anyone who got a lot of loads, they were distributed much more evenly around all the different mares (I can only speak to Friday night when I was there.) I do think you are right, that it may not be for you, if 'good sex' is how high your load count is at the end of the night. HM is much more about the fuck than the load. I talked to one of the mares afterward--he was load-less, but didn't care. For him, it was all about the head space of giving himself to so many men, one after the other in such a short time frame; how different each felt in size and in skill. He guessed he had 20 or so men up him, and many more fucks as they came back for more. (I know I always told a mare I was back for another round on his ass). He was exhausted and sore--and totally elated about his service to the Stallions.

I did that at a place, on more than one occasion, called "Love Shack" in Tampa, Fl. It's in the Drew Park section of town, and the entire second floor had multiple high back movie theaters where you could roam around and decide where you wanted to sit and which videos to watch. It was $10 to get up to the second floor but you could take all your clothes off (Or I least I did), I generally just wore a tank top, shorts, and a jock underneath, as well as boots. You will want to keep your shoes on in this place, trust me' But management never bothered me, or anyone, you could go back downstairs and just flash the stamp on your wrist when you wanted to go back up. This was pre-covid, and no one looked twice if you were naked or sucking dick or whatever, so yeah I liked the variety of videos and different rooms. The parking lot itself was jumping, there was a very hung guy who parked his minivan by the entrance. When you came in or left, he was right there with a big smirk on his face. Obviously everything was BIG on this guy. I hope it is still open and I can get over there again soon.

I am a piss freak as well as a foot freak. I’m going through all my kinks here

I love masculine cocksuckers. Guys that I would NEVER suspect suck dick.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

Love having a married guy use my hole, knowing I'm taking that load of cum away from his wife. Love when they tell me my pussy is so much better than their wife's pussy.

Part 6 As I continued feeding on Kevin's hole and sucking Ryan's cum out of it and down my throat I heard Ryan say, “I see you're wearing a wedding ring. So you're married, huh?” I mumbled an “uhhuhhh” as Kevin reached back and grabbed his asscheeks spreading them wider. “Does your husband know you're in the park eating cum out of another man's hole Justin?”, he asked seductively. I instinctively pulled my face away from Kevin's ass and turned my head toward Ryan. He was standing there naked, stroking a hard thick cock and looking down at me. “No, not a husband. I have a wife. I'm married to a woman,” I answered him as I stared at the throbbing meat in his fist. “For real?”, Ryan said. “Oh fuck dude that is so damn hot and dirty! How often do you get a chance to play with other guys?” I reached out my left hand and cupped Ryan's hairy balls as I told him this was only the second time ever. I told them my first time had been just a week ago here at the park. Kevin had turned around and his own hard cock was dripping precum onto the ground. “Fuck man that's wild! You must've really liked it. Had to come back here wanting more didn't you buddy?” He stepped closer to me and rubbed his leaking cockhead against my cheek. I moaned and reached out my free hand to wrap around his thick shaft. “I tried to resist it. I told myself I shouldn't but I couldn't forget how good everything felt last week. I...I needed more,” I finished with a low whisper. Ryan stepped closer too and I took his young manhood in the hand that had been fondling his nuts. “And you got more didn't you Justin?,” he asked. “Now you got two hot men to have fun with. We can make it twice as good for you if you want.” In reply I opened my mouth and slid my lips down nearly 4 inches of his cock. “Fucking A!” I heard Kevin say. “Yeah man do it. Suck that stud's hard cock down your cocksucking married throat! You need it don't you?” I Pulled back to catch my breath, spittle running down my chin. “Yes. Oh hell yes I need it. I don't know why but I do!”. And saying that I took nearly half of Kevin's cock into my hungry mouth. “Holy shit!” Kevin cried out. “Damn hot mouth man! Are you sure this is just your second time? You're a fucking natural sucking dick!” I hummed around his pole excited to hear him say how good I was sucking his cock. It made me want to do more to make both of these hot guys feel good. “What all did you do last week Justin?”, Ryan asked as he stood next to Kevin and I began going back and forth on their cocks. Releasing the dick in my mouth I grabbed each in a hand and began jacking them as I looked up into their horny eyes. “Made out, sucked cock, ate the guy's ass, and fucked him. Shot 3 loads in his ass. So much tighter and better than fucking my wife's pussy. And he had some kind of stuff he put in a bowl and when it started smoking we took turns sucking the smoke from the pipe. It made everything so much hotter and better!” I went down on Ryan's cock again as I said this moaning as his precum began sliding down my throat. Suddenly I heard a familiar “click” and looked up to see Kevin holding a flame underneath a pipe like what Drew had last week. He looked at me with dark hunger on his face and smiled a devilish but sexy smile at me. “You mean like this?” he asked as the smoke began filling up the bowl. “Yes! Yeah it was just like that!” I felt a tremble in my body and my head just seeing these men had the smoke I was craving. I felt Ryan pulling me up until I was standing in front of them my eyes locked on the smoke-filled pipe in Kevin's hand. He turned the stem toward me as I heard Ryan say, “Take it dude. Take a big fucking hit and let's have some fun.” I didn't need to be told twice as I parted my lips, felt the stem slip between them and I started inhaling deep and eagerly. “Keep sucking, daddy”, Ryan said in a hoarse whisper. “Suck in that fuck smoke just like you were sucking our cocks a minute ago. Give into it dude.” I sucked harder and longer than I had last week and within seconds I could feel the urge and need taking over my mind like it had with Drew. I took 2 more god-sized hits before Kevin pulled the pipe from my mouth and immediately Ryan pressed his lips to mine and I shotgunned the smoke to him. It was a huge cloud and we traded it back and forth 3 or 4 times before the clouds were gone. But our lips stayed connected as we started making out passionately and I was aware of Kevin working to remove my clothes. Soon we were all 3 naked on this path out in the open and Ryan and I continued making out running our hands all over each other's body. Without warning I felt my ass being spread then a hot wetness lapping at my musky hole. I pulled back from Ryan's mouth and moaned loudly. Looking down I saw Kevin on his knees behind me and his tongue was working it's way around and into my sweat soaked hole. “Oh gawwdddd yessss! Eat my hole stud! Fuck yeah it feels so good!! Eat my hole please!!” Saying this I felt Ryan pulling on my shoulders causing me to bend at the waist allowing Kevin's tongue to enter me even deeper. I opened my eyes as the sensations washed over me and found Ryan's hard dripping cock in front of me. I grabbed his hips and pulled his cock into my mouth greedily. He grabbed the back of my head and began pumping his meat in and out of my mouth. I heard him say, “We are gonna have some dirty fun today aren't we daddy? The 3 of us together!” I moaned deep in my throat giving myself up to having my mouth filled with cock and having my ass rimmed deep! (to be continued)

Part 5 Panting and covered in sweat I finally reached the park, stopping at the same spot I stopped last week when I met Drew. Straddling my bicycle I could feel my hard meat straining against my shorts. I knew my underwear was soaked with the precum oozing from my cockhead. I had to stop myself from grabbing my groin and stroking. My eyes were darting all around, desperate to see Drew. But I didn't see him. I looked at my watch and noted it was around the same time of day as last week. Damn! I said to myself. Where is he? I need him to be here. This whole past week I kept reliving everything Drew and I did together in his apartment. I remembered the taste of his lips and precum, how much I loved eating his hole. I jacked off again and again at the memory of the tight warm wetness of his ass as I fucked him over and over as he encouraged me to breed him, to fuck my cum into him. My married cheating cum he called it a number of times which for some reason had heightened my lust. I found myself also wanting more of whatever it was we had smoked. It had made me let him take me down a path that I wanted to travel again. I had found myself checking out gay porn on the computer and jacking off to it every day. Drew had awakened urges inside me and I needed to satisfy those urges more. There weren't many people in the park but I realized I was noticing a few guys who were in sight. Some were maybe my age and others looked to be closer to Drew's age and I started wondering what they looked like naked. My gaze settled on a pair of guys coming out of a cluster of trees. My first thought was that it was a dad and his son out together in the park. They were walking slowly together talking to each other obviously. The older guy was mid 40's I guessed. Clean shaven, dark curly hair, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off tanned hairy legs, a tight white t-shirt and sandals. The younger one was also clean shaven with short brown hair and wearing sneakers – no socks – and a pair of gym shorts. He was carrying a t-shirt in one hand leaving his muscled hairy chest in plain sight. I wanted to run my tongue through his chest hair and hear him moan. They were walking in my direction and I kept watching. Then I saw the older guy run his hand down the young guy's ripped stomach and they were close enough for me to hear the boy moan. Hardly believing what I saw the boy moved his hand and cupped the other guy's crotch. Right there in the open! My dick was throbbing! I glanced quickly around and noticed no one else was near. It was just the 3 of us. Surely they weren't dad and son I told myself but their touching each other had me thinking of Drew and how he called me daddy. One more thing that turned me on but I couldn't say why. As they got nearer to me the young guy looked up and noticed me, still straddling my bicycle and looking at them. I could now see his lips were full and his eyes were a bright green. He grinned at me and said, “Hey man. How you doing?”, drawing the older guy's attention to me as well. I could make out flecks of gray in his dark hair and was very aware of his hard nips evident under his tight shirt. I felt an urge to lick and suck on them. He grinned too. “Nice bike guy. This is a good place to ride isn't it?” Trying to gain my composure I agreed that it was and that this was only my second time here. Before they had a chance to respond I heard myself asking, “Were you all in the trees just now? It looked like I saw you just appear out of the group of trees.” They looked at each other quickly and the young guy smiled and said, “Yeah but we weren't just in the trees. There's a path where you saw us come out that goes back into the park. It's private and secluded and you can see things that you won't see out here.” “Damn right!” the older guy said and they both snickered. “You oughta check it out,” he continued. “Yeah, c'mon,” the boy said. “We'll show you.” I couldn't say what it was but something about the way they were looking at me and their eagerness to show me this path was making me want to go with them. “I guess not,” I said unconvincingly. “I don't want to leave my bicycle out here where someone could steal it.” The good looking older guy told me the path was wide enough and I could bring my bike with me. I heard myself agreeing to let them show me the path and we headed in that direction. As we walked the boy told me his name was Ryan and the older guy introduced himself as Kevin. I told them my name and we said it was nice to meet each other. We approached the spot that I saw them exit the trees and sure enough there was a fairly wide path leading deeper into the cluster of trees. The path looked pretty well used and I mentioned this. “Oh yeah,” Kevin said smiling at Ryan. “It's used a lot. It's very popular.” He laughed and led the way with me following behind him and Ryan behind me. I couldn't help but notice how good Kevin's ass looked in his tight shorts and tried not to stare but wasn't doing a good job of it apparently. Because suddenly I felt Ryan right next to me and he said, “Yeah looks pretty hot, huh?” I stopped and looked at him. I stuttered a bit and asked him what he was talking about. Ryan grinned at me and licked his lips. “You know, Justin. Kevin's ass. Looks damn good with those tight shorts on doesn't it?” He ran a hand through the dark hair on his chest and involuntarily I let out a low moan. “What are you two talking about?” Kevin asked walking back toward us. Ryan didn't take his eyes off me as he answered Kevin, “Justin and I were saying how hot your ass looks in those tight shorts. Weren't we Justin?” “Yeah?” Kevin asked standing right in front of me. “I'm glad you think so Justin. You're damn hot yourself. Want to see my ass without the shorts on?” My heart and head were pounding as I felt my cock aching to get out of my shorts. Not waiting for an answer Kevin turned around in front of me, unsnapped the button on his shorts and let them drop to the ground. I gasped seeing his tight muscled hairy ass cheeks. “Hot ass isn't it Justin?” Ryan whispered as I felt his grip on my bulging crotch. “Bet you wanna touch it. Maybe even taste it, huh? His ass tastes so good. And he loves having it tongued.” “Fuck yeah I do!” Kevin answered wiggling his perfect bare ass at me. “Come on stud, eat my hole! Get your tongue in there!” I was moaning loudly now and felt Ryan pushing my shoulders down until I was on my knees, my face just inches from Kevin's bare exposed hairy hole. All the built up lust and need from the past week washed over me and I grabbed those meaty hairy cheeks and pulling them apart I buried my face and tongue in the offered hole. All it took was the first taste and I was devouring his manhole as passionately as I had eaten out Drew's last week. “Oh fuck yeah man!” Kevin cried out. “That's it stud! Eat that hairy hole. Get in their deep! Damn dude you're making my hole feel so fucking good!” I was licking and kissing and sucking on his hole probing as deep inside him as I could. I realized in my obsessed mind that I was tasting something that I hadn't tasted when I ate Drew's hole. Something kind of tart and wet. It took me a moment to realize what it was. There was cum in Kevin's asshole and I was sucking it out of him and swallowing it as I ate his ass! Oh fuck! I felt Ryan's wet lips at my ear and heard him whisper, “Yeah you're tasting that cum in there now aren't you Justin? Yeah man that's it. Eat his ass and suck that cum out of there. Suck MY cum out of his ass daddy!” What?! I screamed in my head. Ryan's cum in Kevin's ass? Ryan fucked Kevin?! Oh fuck!! I ate and sucked harder as I realized what Ryan had just told me. (to be continued)

Great start! I am looking forward to more!

I hopped in the car on the way over and told Lukas that I wanted his beautiful girl on her knees when I walked and him right beside her so he could coach her on slowly pulled my cock out and have her nurse my dick fully clothed. Then slowly pull my dick out and suck and lick my head and see how much she could take. If he really wanted to score points he would put a blindfold on her and tell her what he sees to get her excited. She should be in bra and panties and Lucas a jock . He text back Hot!! Text me when you get her and I will text you back that we are ready and the door will be open just walk in and we will be in the living room ready for you. I shot back Great! See you soon! I pulled up and text him and he text back two minutes later that they were ready, I opened the door and there she was in her bra and panties and blindfolded and he was right beside her in a jock, I could see the side of his ass and fuck he had a beautiful ass. His head was turned to me and he smiled and stared at me I could tell he liked what he say and he had a hot little body and face too. He would be easy to pimp out once I turned him. I told him to start telling her what he saw and I could hear the excitement in his voice as he told her. You are so lucky, he is a tall Nordic good and even better looking then I told he he would be. He is wearing jean and a belt and he has a huge bulge in his pants for you. I came up and stood in front of them. He continued to tell her I was wearing a tight t-shirt that showed my pecks and big shoulders and arms and I had a sleeve on one arm that he had not seen in the pictures. I told Lukas to take her left hand in his and to guide it to my bulge and show her. He grabbed her hand and guided it to my bulge and rubbed her hand on it, he could have let it go but he kept his hand right here holding hers and part of his hand was rubbing me. I told him to have her hold part of my belt while he unfastened it and once it was loose to have her go back to rubbing my bulge while he unbuckled my button and unzipped my pants. He paused but did 30 second later, He had my pants unbuckled and he started to unzip me taking his time, he licked his lips, not sure if her realized that he did that but I said nice, He looked up and I smiled. I told him hot hot this was, tell your girl how hot this is having her feel my big dick and make it grow. He whispered in her ear, you like his big dick don't you? She said yes softly you want to feel it, taste it don't you? Feel it inside you? She got louder and said yes. I told Lucks to work my pants down but leave my underwear on. He did while she rubbed and I grabbed her hand while Lukas struggled to keep my underwear on and pull my pants down to my knees. I placed her hand on my rod and let her feel it push against the fabric and I instructed Lucas to untie my shoes and pull them off, He untied them both and then I lifted one and then the other while she kept rubbing my dick. Now that my shoes were off I lifted on leg and told him to pull and he did and I was free and then l Lifted my foot and had him pull off my cock. Then the other side. I thought fuck my little str8 boy was really great at following instructions. He had done far more than most the first time and I had only been there 30 minutes. I told him to hold her hand and show her hot to cup my balls while you two kiss. While they were kissing I told him to move her hand to my dick and rub and while he did his hand hit my dick first and he rubbed my cock and she rubbed another part and when he came up he realized he had hold of my dick and he stopped. I told him to pull my briefs down enough but do not pull my cock out, He did and she rubbed my head still trapped in my briefs. I told him to hiss her again and he did and he touched my skin and kept his hand there while she rubbed my head. Bring her closer while you kiss her, I want her to suck the head of my cock through my underwear. He did and they were kissing right next to it and I pressed my head into his face and he pulled away and stared at my head and the wet spot with precum. She did not wait as she started to suck my dick through the material and he moved her head over to my wet spot. She moaned as she tasted my precum. She had only been there 30 sec and I told them to kiss. He made out with her, I knew he was tasting me on her tongue. Then she went back to sucking my head and I told Lukas to pulled my briefs further down so my dick was about to pop out while she licked it and she worked out my head and my entire dick slapped her in the face. I was leaking and precum was running down her face toward her lips and i told him to lick her lips and as he did the precum was right there and I watched him rest his tongue so he could catch it and he did not kiss her after he pulled back and swallowed it and then kissed her so she could taste it. He then guided her back to my dick and she started to suck it. She was licking my head and sucking on my foreskin and being a good little hungry cock sucker. He looked like he was jealous, I told him to tell her what a good job she was doing. How great her mouth felt on my dick. She worked my dick for five minutes and I said now it is your turn and he started to get up and I told him no don't go anywhere. Pull out your dick and he pulled out a nice 8" dick uncut like mine and I told him to hold my dick while he moved her hand to his dick, he slowly put his hand around my dick to hold it while she sucked and licked and then I told him with his right hand take her off my dick and guide her to yours. I thought he would let go of my dick but he did not. She started to suck him and he instinctively started to jack my cock a little. I continued to precum and he could not help but watch as my dick was leaking and a line of precum dripped off and hit his leg. He leaned in and licked my head, I thought fuck dude that works for me. He seemed to be upset with himself for doing it as he never looked at me and tried to not look at my dick but kept jacking it and when the next drop was about to fall he licked it again and stayed there a little longer and then again would not look at me. I said fuck she is going down on you like she is hungry. He did not say anything and then this time as I was leaking he sucked my head for about a 30 second and then stayed there and licked my head. I knew this was going to be a fucking while night!