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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.

My boy and I were finally getting back into shape. We were spending an hour at the gym together nearly every day. We ran to the gym every day, and walked home. My boy was always horned up after a workout. We had been known to put on a bit of a show in the lockerroom showers on occasion after working up a sweat. I’m sure one or two guys stuck around when they saw us finishing up to watch our escapades. One day last week, we were fooling around in the showers when we saw a guy across the stalls from us. We’d never seen him before, and he made quite an impression. Over 6’-0” tall with a buzz cut and stubble, bulging wide shoulders and furry chest. As my boy knelt down to blow me, I watched as he started fisting his big cock. I maintained eye contact with him as my boy gobbled my dick. When he had me close, I pulled my boy up and swiveled him around so he could see our new friend. I knelt down and swallowed my boy’s cock. Our new friend blew his load as my boy came in my mouth. We winked at each other as we rinsed off and headed back to the lockers to get dressed. My boy was clearly flirting with this guy as we all got dressed and introduced ourselves. The guy told us his name was Dave, and shook hands with us. We all headed out together and walked in the same direction. Along the way, he asked if we wanted to stop for a beer, so we did. Three or four beers later, my boy and I were lit, but Dave didn’t seem to be feeling a thing. He was getting touchy-feely with us both, and I’m pretty sure he managed to slip his hand down the back of my boy’s shorts at least twice. Small talk led to racy sex talk, and he asked if he could come home with us and fool around. My boy looked at me with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to let us keep him. It wasn’t difficult for me to agree, and we were on our way. The flirting continued as we approached our building. Once in our elevator, Dave grabbed my boy by the ass and lifted him off the floor as he hardcore shoved his tongue in his mouth. My boy was putty and melted into him. I let Dave carry by boy down the hallway as I unlocked our apartment door and led them in. My boy was in heat as he stripped Dave’s clothes off, and knelt before him, taking his thick cock deep down his throat. “You boys play raw,” he asked me as my boy gobbled his dick. “We do,” I replied as I stripped my own clothes off. I was honest. My boy and I did play raw, together, but we hadn’t screwed around with someone else in quite some time, and when we had, we had played safe. “Where’s the bedroom?,” he asked, as he stood my boy up and scooped him into his arms. My boy was making out with Dave as I led them to the bedroom. Once there, my boy bent over the edge of the mattress, arching his back and sticking his ass out. Dave started munching his hole as I dove into the bedside table looking for lube and condoms. I knew this guy was going to fuck one or both of us. I found some lube, even though my boy and I usually just used spit, but couldn’t find any condoms; after all, it had been a while since we needed them. When my boy yelped, I knew I hadn’t been fast enough. Dave reared back and had shoved his raw cock into my boy’s ass. I gasped with surprise as Dave looked as me and smirked. “What? You said you played raw.” He was right, but I hadn’t meant that we played raw with strangers. My boy moaned with pleasure as he felt Dave’s hairy balls press against his ass, filling him full of raw thick dick. “Don’t make him stop fucking me! It feels SO good to have a big dick in me!” My boy was right; Dave must have been at least two inches longer than me, and much thicker. He kept moaning and whimpering as Dave jackhammered his pussy. Dave motioned to me to shut my boy up, so I got onto the mattress and stuck my dick in his mouth. Just as my boy gagged on my dick, Dave slowed his pistoning and jammed balls deep. I figured it was to let my boy get used to blowing while getting fucked. I realized later that he was breeding my boy. As I held my boy’s head and skull-fucked his mouth, Dave pulled out of his ass. “You want some of this raw dick, boy?” I shuddered when he called me boy. I couldn’t help but pull out of my boy’s mouth and assume the position. Dave had two fingers shoved in my boy’s well-fucked ass as he guided his dick into mine. Nothing to lube me up, just my boy’s ass juices, and what I later realized was Dave’s seed. Dave shoved his cock all the way into me as my boy started kissing me. He was still whimpering from the deep fingering he was taking. I groaned as Dave bottomed out and began to tear up my hole. “This boy is loose, can barely feel a thing” Dave chuckled. I knew I wasn’t that loose, especially taking his thick tool, but he took his sticky fingers out of my boy’s hole and wedged them into mine, alongside his meat. My boy climbed up on the bed and shoved his ass against my mouth. I lapped up a sticky mess leaking out of his ass, and realized that they hadn’t used lube. The taste was intoxicating as I swallowed it down. Dave picked up his fuck-pace and then held tight against me. I felt so opened up as he moved his fingers around his dick inside my hole. “You want a go now,” Dave asked my boy. He squealed with delight as Dave tossed me onto the bed on my side. My boy lay down beside me and slid into my slackened hole. He began to fuck me, and I could tell how much Dave’s dick and fingers had loosened me up. As he found his pace, Dave slid into him again and the three of us rocked back and forth. Dave talked dirty, muttering about what cumsluts we both were and how we deserved whatever came our way. The dirty talk was sending my boy over the moon and he bred me as deeply as he ever had. When he was done, I wiggled away from them and squatted over my boy’s mouth. He ate his seed, and what we later learned was Dave’s, from my ass. Dave made no pretense this time, and wailed, “I’m gonna breed you, cumdump! Gonna fill you with my load!” He fired off as he shuddered at least six times, seeding my boy’s bare hole. He pulled out and had my boy sit on my face. I lapped that cum up and knew it tasted the same as the last time I had lapped my boy’s hole. I was still busy eating my boy’s hole when Dave got off the bed and left the room. We caught our breath and made it back to the living room just as Dave was finishing pulling on his clothes. My boy was in lust with this guy and pleaded, “Will we see you again?” Dave snickered and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a black business card with red writing on it. “You want me, my dick, and my loads again, you know where to find me.” He flicked the card at my boy and left. We read it together. “POZ PIGS FOR POZ PLAY. EVERY FRIDAY. MIDNIGHT UNTIL SUNRISE” followed by and address and a phone number. I was shocked as I realized that Dave was POZ and had seeded us both. My boy on the other hand ran down the hallway after Dave shouting, “But we can’t go. We’re both NEG!” My boy caught up with Dave as the elevator door opened. I heard Dave reply as they stepped in the elevator, “You USED to be NEG…” My boy got in the elevator with him, half-naked and the door closed behind them. I stood still for what seemed like minutes, and collected my thoughts. Then, I wondered where my boy had gone. Nearly twenty minutes later he returned. I asked him where he had gone. “Dave was still horny. He pushed the emergency button and bred me again in the elevator. Want to eat his POZ seed out of me again?” I laid down on the floor as my boy squatted over my face and pushed out Dave’s most-recent load. I guess I knew where we would be headed on Friday nights from now on…

Although my story makes a small reference to RJB56’s “Graduation Night”, the latter cannot be associated or be held responsible for what follows, nor that I pretend to write stories as hot as RJB’s. Part 1 I deal drugs. You’re offended? Sue me. I’m also a motherfucker. If I’m horny, I will fuck you up onto next Sunday more ways than your brain can think. Skin, ass, balls, cock, fingers, ears, nose, hair, tongue, they are all leverages for me to bend you over and breed you with my toxic cum. I grew up in a trailer trash park community made of ex-convicts, drug dealers, drug addicts, biker gang members. With a hard ass father (not my real one, but the most steady figure in my life) and multitude of fly-by-night mothers; sex, violence and drugs were the normality. I still live in the same park, but in my own trailer with the previous owner all tied up and gagged, nicely stow away in the narrow cupboard that the trailer offers. The wimpy old man, (he’s 42 and I am 24!) knew better to make any sounds when he is in “his room”. We are at this period of the year where graduation parties pop up 3 or 4 times a week. So yeah, I am busy. My sex and social life almost plummet to none during that period, and to be honest, my roomie was lacking some freshness, and motivation. Hence, the bondage. With nothing else to do while I am away making my deliveries, he was tasked to think his 5 top reasons for me to keep him. I had just dropped off earlier a nice delivery at Jordan and James mansion. They were hosting a graduation night party for a bunch of freshly legal Christian highschoolers, and if possible, to positively convert them to a new religion. I was at the Black Eagle, a friendly chaps and leather bar, nursing a second beer when I got a text from their nephew asking for G&T supplies. With a nod to the bartender, I grabbed my keys and drove back to the mansion. - Don’t tell my uncles. - Not my business to tell, as I collected my money. It’s on my way out that I saw a small frame in the grass near the entry bushes, face down ass up, puking his guts. Normally, I wouldn’t have blink on this scenery, but the clad-ass pants were appealing. As I got nearer, my hope to score almost vanished as I looked at the frail body. Underaged, I thought. - Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here. You are too young for this party. The kid raised his head, unveiling a thin moustache all over his upper lip. - Fuck you asshole! I’m nineteen and… He never finished his sentence as his wretched stomach was still upset and tried to expulse what ever was left. And he never had the chance to raise his head again as I grabbed him by the neck and force his face down to a fraction distance of the vomit. - You little punk! You think you can mouth me off? He tried to wiggle his ass out, but fuck, he was no match. - I will teach you respect and humility. Stick your tongue out! I have to give him credit, he was resisting. I increase the pressure on his neck at each word so he can see I meant business. - STICK. YOUR. TONGUE. OUT! It took only few seconds before seeing the light pink tip of his tongue touch lightly the soiled grass. - LICK IT. Nothing could have described better his position than the soft grizzling coming from his throat. With my other hand, I strongly slapped his ass. And lick he did. - You look like a filthy pig, I laughed. He was heaving deeply. - I suggest that you refrain yourself to puke again, little punk, because if you do, you will have to lick it up all over again. Not sit back on your heels and chin up. His face was covered in slime and smell like it. - Let me clean you up a bit. And with that I start pissing on his face and on his hair. In his drunk state, it took him few seconds to register the warm beer-recycled piss soaking his shirt and preppy pants. Maybe it was a cause-and-effect thing, or maybe just the fact that he to go, nevertheless he started to piss himself! I grabbed a large handful of his black mop. - You’re coming with me, piggy boy. Without any option, he had to follow my hand wherever it went. He was bent at belt level, and despite the piss smell, I kept him close to me. If he looked down, he would see my 11-1/2” size boots; if he looked up, it would see my semi-hard 7” cock trapped in what was coming to be an indecent bulge. My car wasn’t really that far but I took my time, walking slowly. - You’re coming with me. I will fuck you. Hard. A few times. I might beat you. For fun. Make you beg to suck my cock and lick my armpits, or anything else. - I will never suck you. I like guys that has guts. This one has still some fight in him. It would be fun to strip his mind, one step at the time; to ply the straight boy as I wish until he would ask for more. Never say never. - Challenge accepted. I let him rise his head and he got a good look at me. His eyes went down briefly at my crotch and back. I just smile. - Unh uhn. You are not getting in the car with your clothes. He just stood there with a dumbfounded look. - You should think before letting a stranger piss on you. Now, strip. Slowly. He looked around. It was past midnight, and the street was deserted. You were able to hear distant noises from the party. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing dime-sized virgin nipples. Then he removed what were once new shoes, probably bought for the event. Then came the fancy pants. Size 24. - Underwear. He brought his hands to the waistband, and with a defiant look, he removed the blue and grey stripped fashion-style boxer brief. I pop up the trunk and threw the dirty clothes in after retrieving his wallet. - Get in. - I’m not gay, he said with a shiver in his voice, hands clasp to his crotch. I look with satisfaction at his body. Probably 5-foot, 110 lbs. Average in the cock department. He wasn’t bony or skinny. He was a young man on a small frame with a nice dark olive complexion. - Doesn’t matter. I am. And I closed the trunk.

Or beautiful exotic Caribbean/South American Daddies looking for a son from Down Under

In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

The same is true for a guy wanting to fuck a hole. When wearing a condom was expected for anal sex, especially in anonymous sex at the sauna, guys were happy to know that they could fuck me raw, For many, putting on a condom is a hassle, but if the sex is raw they can manage to stick it in and eventually get hard and end up being a great fuck. In those day some guys would fuck raw but were expected to cum outside, so it was common to hear the question "Can I cum inside?" Make me horny.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_lsy2dxwG4ejd He takes good directions!

Part 30: Dom takes Lewis (Part 2) (Dom's perspective) Will went back with Pastor Kline and Ryan, and I watched them, wondering what it would be like to see the father and son explore each other in a new light for the first time. Sure, I’d seen fathers and sons fuck each other before, breaking the limits of their relationship. There’s nothing hotter than watching a father inject into his son the very cum which made him, filling him with what could be his brothers. Well, watching Jay and Will fuck was fun too. I looked down at the eager-to-please Lewis, his shining eyes radiating innocence back up to me, and I knew I needed to see some tears welling up from being torn open by my monster dick. I don’t want to ruin a man’s hole, causing too much trauma, but I like giving them something to scream about. It’s a sound you don’t forget. You also don’t forget the look on their face. I still remembered Will’s face. I remember the twins I fucked, identical wide eyes and open mouths, quivering bodies, shaking hands as they reached out for something sturdy to take hold of. Neither knew I had fucked the other, not even after I pozzed them. I wonder if they ended up fucking each other. It would be like fucking yourself. For now, I wrapped my hand around the back of Lewis’s head and pushed my dick further into his throat, watching as his face grew red, tears starting to form, and the veins and muscles in his neck popping out from the strain. Fuck, young men were the best. Sure, I’d fucked several teenagers in my day, all eighteen to keep the cops off my case, but most of the time I looked for men like… well, I didn’t have a type. Not a body type, at least. I sought innocence, I guess. I liked taking something pure and turning it into something dirty, into something far from what was planned. I liked to damn things. Maybe that’s why I loved Will so much. Knowing I had taken and corrupted a young preacher, a virgin no less, got me instantly hard. My cock bucked in Lewis’s throat just thinking about it. “Time to breathe,” I said, releasing his head. My dick shot out of his mouth, spit trailing down his chin and covering his chest and legs. He coughed, chest heaving, and I was worried for a split second that he wasn’t going to catch his breath. I’ve always known my dick is large, able to fill beyond capacity anyone’s throat. I was happy to see Lewis catching his breath, meaning I knew I could push him harder. “How did that taste?” I asked him. “Fucking incredible,” Lewis said. His face was still red, his tears mixing with the sweat and spit covering his face. “Harder to take than Mr. Flanagan’s?” Lewis nodded. “I wish I could tell you that I cum like him, but I wasn’t gifted with such power.” He shook his head, smiling. “I love his cum,” he said, “but I love your monster cock just as much… maybe more.” “You want this cock?” I asked, wrapping my hand around the base, swinging my girthy member so that it hit against his face. “Where do you want my huge, throbbing, stiff, manly cock?” Lewis opened his mouth and started toward my cock, but I reached out and kept him back. His eyes looked up at me, pleading. “Your throat feels incredible on my cock,” I told him, running my hand over his cheek, smearing his sweat and tears, “but I think I need to open your hole up and make you a part of our… cult, I’d like to say.” “It’s all I want,” Lewis said, reaching out and grabbing my hips, holding me tight. “Then let’s get started.” I backed up and sat onto the couch, scooting down and spreading my legs out, ass-splitting cock sticking straight up, welcoming him. “Well, boy, start fucking yourself. Prove to me you want my gift.” “Yes, sir.” Lewis jumped to his feet and stepped toward me, eyes hypnotized by my leaking dick. “Did you ever think you’d be here?” I asked him, watching as he licked his lips. “Never,” he said. “Never thought of cock before?” “Never,” he said. “And look at you now.” I heard a scream from down the hall. “Sounds like they’re having fun. Let’s join them. I know you want me deep inside you,” I told him, “filling your guts with my toxic seed, but take your time. Enjoy this. You’ll remember it for the rest of your life. Understand?” Lewis looked at me and nodded. His own cock was erect, a stream of pre-cum dripping down, covering Peter’s floor. How the fuck would he explain all our stains to his wife? Did we give a fuck? “Straddle me, boy,” I said. Lewis started to turn, but I stopped him. “But,” he started, “you said—” “Face me,” I told him. “I want to see your face as I enter you.” “Yes, sir,” he said. I brought my legs together, helping him until he was standing over me, my cock and his cock meeting, our dripping pre-cum mixing on my balls. His cock looked so small compared to mine. And to think he once thought he could satisfy someone with a cock like that, a cock so average. Even a woman would grow tired of a cock so insignificant. Good thing we got to him first and showed him where he belonged. I reached down and pushed my cock down, helping him over it until I let go and it slapped his ass. “Looks like it knows where it wants to go,” I said. “Spit in your hand and cover your hole. I’m not using any lube other than your spit.” Lewis nodded and spit into his hand. As he started to reach back, I grabbed his hand and brought it to me, adding my own spit to the mix. “Make it count,” I said. He reached back, my own hands following and grabbing his cheeks, pulling them open. “Get it nice and wet, boy. If you don’t, I’ll tear you open. You don’t want that… yet.” Lewis’s cock was leaking as he pressed against his hole, his face contorted in what could be mistaken as pain, but I knew it was a look of deep longing. This is what he had been waiting for. Just like Will had wanted me, so did this young man need me to open him up to his new future as a cumdump poz whore. “Ready?” I asked. He looked down at me, a slight fear in his eyes. “Yes, sir.” “Then take it slow,” I said, pulling on his ass, helping him toward my cock. Slowly he squatted, my cock pushing between his cheeks and meeting his hole. “Remember what it felt like with Mr. Flanagan? This is going to hurt more at first, but once you give it time, it’ll be the best fucking thing you’ve ever felt.” He continued down, the head of my cock pushing into his hole, straining against his tightness. I could have done for him what I did for Will, taking my time to open him up, but Lewis wasn’t like Will. Lewis was, for the lack of a better word, a disposable fuck. You didn’t take your time. You did what felt good for you and unloaded. Sure, I’d ease Lewis into this role, but he needed to learn quickly what he would be experiencing the rest of his life. Seeing his struggle, I knew I needed to help. I bucked my hips up, forcing myself into his body. Lewis gasped, hands reaching out and finding my chest, his fingers lost in my chest hair as his legs shook. Gravity took hold and he slid down my shaft, taking half of my cock into his body. “Fuck,” he moaned, eyes watering, face red. His head was thrown back, a silent moan coursing through his body. “You’ve got it,” I told him, releasing his ass and moving up to his hips. I held them and helped him continue, taking our time. “How does it feel?” “It hurts,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’ll learn to love the pain,” I said. While I may have broken his trust by thrusting inside him, I remained good for the rest of his journey down my cock. He took his time, easing himself onto the biggest dick he’d ever seen. After a few minutes, he was looking down at me with a smile. “It feels amazing,” he said, his body covered in sweat. “It’s huge. I’ve never felt this full.” “And I’m only gonna fill you up more,” I told him. “Ready?” He nodded. I started pulling myself out of his hole, slowly moving until only the head remained. I could tell from the look on his face that he was feeling empty, that he was missing the feeling that only I could give him. Already his body was hungry for cock, needing it to fill him. Not wanting to prolong his agony, I pushed back inside, moving faster than before. “Fuck,” Lewis moaned. “That’s right,” I told him, pulling back out and thrusting in again. “Ride my poz cock. Milk my toxic cum into your neg ass.” Lewis started moving with my thrusts, taking more of me faster. It didn’t take long before he was impaling himself as hard as he could, loud moans escaping his mouth. Soon, I wasn’t having to move at all as Lewis took control and did all the work. “Fuck me,” he shouted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me full of your huge cock.” “You want it?” “Give it to me,” he shouted. “This is gonna be the rest of your life,” I told him. “You’ll spend every second hunting dick like mine, trying to fill the void I’m creating.” Lewis moaned, tears in his eyes. “You can say goodbye to college,” I laughed, “Unless you want to be the cumdump for whatever frat will take you.” I watched as Lewis’s cock throbbed with each degrading comment, the realization of his addiction to cock and cum already taking over. “What do you want?” I asked, my hands grabbing onto his hips, fingers digging into his soft skin. “I want your cum!” “What kind of cum?” “Poz cum!” “You want me to poz you? You want me to knock you up? You want me to destroy your ass?” “Yes! Destroy my ass. Poz me! Poz me! POZ ME!” “You’ve got it!” I held him tight and slammed my dick as far and as hard as I could into his ass, my body shaking as jets of my poisonous cum shot into and filled Lewis’s body. “Fuck,” Lewis cried, head thrown back as his own cock shot his load onto my chest, covering me with his neg load. I looked down at his spent cum and imagined it to be the last neg load of his life. Peter sure found a special hole. Already I could tell that we had him. He was on his way to becoming a poz whore. Soon, he'd be converting and making a nice addition to my tally marks. Will could have Ryan. I wanted the privilege of knocking this ass up all to myself. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ I know my posts have been sporadic, but thanks for hanging in. Dom's wilder side is starting to cum out a bit more. Do you want him to go darker?

Seeing this thread only today due to its yesterday’s update And I've been on this platform only since last year or so... I never saw this post before. Obviously the one who started this thread isn’t on this platform anymore, and the scene in India has changed radically from 2015 to today anyways. My $.50 of piece of Info as an Indian (grew up and living in Germany, but pretty much connected to India in general and with some members of the LGBTQ scene there). Mind you, my details are no claim to completeness, and based on my personal experiences and impressions. India is not only big, but also confusingly diverse, it always depends on which places you wanna visit if you wanna fuck bare in the first place and wanna experience culture as a side, or if you are into culture, landscapes, people etc. in the first place and wanna fuck bare on the go. Some rough and ready rules: Major cities have a lively queer scene and venues to meet other people. Especially Mumbai, New Delhi, Bangalore and Hyderabad. For bare fucking, start there. In major cities, as stated above, you can explore similar venues, like bars, clubs, parties, nightlife as we know it from Western cities. In terms of locality, those are the best places to start going for bare fucks. Traveling to India during pride parades in major cities would enhance the chances. Dating apps most popular, as far as I know, are Tinder, Grindr, Romeo. Meeting up with men to get a dick or a hole isn’t that much of a problem at these places, especially if you stick to official venues labelled as LGBTQ oriented events. Outside of such venues or apart from such events, sticking to the mentioned dating apps are the better option. In general, you will always find someone in major cities. If you offer your hotel room to host, you’re a good catch, since many men live with their families and are less expected to host. Apart from that, your hotel room is your personal safe space. Rural areas: to cut it short: forget it. In detail: The more you head into rural villages, for example, if you want to explore the landscapes or the core culture apart from fucking, the more conservative and medeival-minded become the people. At such places, if you are a queer Indian, you are toasted. If you visit such places as a foreign tourist, local people would generally show you the respect for the sake of hospitality, but will manage to somehow keep you away, despising your “lifestyle”. You are best advised at rural areas to keep it for yourself if you’re traveling e.g. with your same-sex spouse and present yourself as best friends instead, let alone, if one main intention is to fuck. It’s not impossible to meet gay men there who would be willing to have sex, but making contacts on a sexual level in rural areas is tough, and a long way to go. You would meet gay men anywhere, but in a village not everyone would reveal themselves, only after a looooong way of getting acquainted. In rural places, men have a lot to lose if they are revealed as gay in the village where everyone knows everyone and wouldn’t risk much to get caught in the act. Still, never say never… with dating apps, you can try your luck. Cruising areas: to cut it short: don’t you dare! I'm serious. In detail: There are well-known cruising places in each major city as well, but personally, I wouldn’t advise checking them. Mostly those are the same places where other “outlaws” of the society (at least what are considered outlaws in India) frequent as well, just like street prostitutes, drug dealers, paid henchmen or contract killers, human trafficking … i know, it sounds like a joke or like adapted from a Tarantino movie. India is a country where corruption is part of daily agenda all throughout executive and political forces. All these mentioned “services” are often supported, protected, or even used by those, who are actually supposed to fight them. It has been a long tradition of cruising gay men to hit exactly these law-free spaces where you don’t look any more conspicuous than any other “outlaws”. But - it’s a difference if you go there as an Indian gay man or as a visible foreigner, a.k.a. white colored person. The latter is more expected to be rich, and to be a good prey to be robbed, or to be forced to claim any of the above “services” to make him pay. If something happens to you, perpetrators rely on any investigations ending up nowhere since foreign tourists can only rely on official support in case of any emergency or legal problems - which can again be “adjusted” by corrupt forces. In terms of physical or legal trouble, you are pretty much on your own. An Indian man, no matter how much he gets himself into trouble, is mostly backed by a family or a whole family clan and has less to lose. A tourist is in a more vulnerable position at these places. My experience at one cruising spot: two street prostitutes forced themselves on me, and didn’t accept my claim that I was gay and that I was looking for guys and not girls, they still didn’t let go off me. Their pimps interfered, and still demanded me to pay them something, since “I had talked to those girls and wasted their time to find other clients”. There was no point in discussing with them that their girls forced themselves on me first and that I wasn’t interested in talking to them in the first place. (It’s ironic, being in a country where coming out as gay is still a matter of risk for various reasons, I thought exclaiming out loud “I’m gay!” in public would save my life…). The point is: you cannot complain anywhere or seek help in such a situation. The question will always be directed back to you, what the hell you were doing at such places. I was just glad that the whole situation hasn’t gone any worse than that. I paid him something and learned my lesson and went home. Discussing more would only have made that pimp call his henchmen to make me pay. (And if anyone wants to know, I fucked the next day with an online hook up.) I therefore would strongly warn of going to cruising places. Bare fucking can never be worth the excitement to risk your life. Except you wanna go full Tarantino in real life. A place that I would definitely recommend to visit and to be safe and enjoy giving and taking loads is Goa. There’s still pretty much a Portuguese vibe descending from colonialism, but more to notice a carefree and liberal lifestyle in the general mentality, as a legacy of that region being a former major hippie stronghold. And Goa is one of the few places I know of where the beaches are not only Paradise-like lovely, but also pretty much safe-spaces to go cruising. Goa serves you Sex on the beach on various levels. Just keep in mind that nowhere in India there is any clothing optional place, it is illegal in Goa as well. So make sure you find a cosy place where you won’t be seen that easily. A word regarding STIs: only rely on yourself, how you deal with it, no matter how. Never rely on someone else in India that e.g. he would know his status. Some examples of gay men that you would come across are like: The out and open gay man who got himself informed about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. The closeted gay man who frequently has gay sex, and a) got himself informed secretly through social media about STIs and gets himself tested and knows his status. b) doesn’t care, cause he still thinks of himself as a an exemplary family father nurturing his family and fulfilling his traditional duties, no matter how many guys he fucks or gets fucked by casually, and thus believes that divine providence would never punish him with diseases… (yes, some really believe that) and doesn’t know his status. c) doesn’t get himself tested out of fear, if anyone would come to know and would start asking the wrong questions and doesn’t know his status. The uneducated closeted gay man who has never ever even heard of STIs … and doesn’t know his status. My native place is Kochi, in the state of Kerala, South India, major city with a very lively and active queer scene, but more in the context of arts, culture, and literature, and less or very few with bars or clubbing. There are even queer friendly bars, but every bar would close at 10pm at the latest. There is hardly any nightlife in the sense of “dance the night away”. Nevertheless, Kochi with its queer scene, pride, parades and events is also a place to meet various guys, but also here online dating is your best friend. (And Kochi has a cruising area where female street prostitutes force themselves on you and are backed by greedy pimps…) Dating apps are in India less an option to meet new people or to fuck, but in many cases more a necessity. Homosexuality is no crime by law anymore, but many still face resentments in society. The majority of gay men are still closeted and live a double life. Even if there are sex-starved closeted gay men who can’t help thinking of sex the whole long day, and are insanely pissed off and done fucking their wives’ pussies, many would still rather reject the chance for a fuck any otherwise out of fear than risking a societal downfall. If you meet someone online, you can normally count on men who are ready and have made up their mind to go for it, come hell or high water. Less drama. I’m honest, and let’s face it: looking for a bare fuck in a country like India is a challenge, but it is not impossible. It’s in many ways different. Since India is in every context full of extreme opposites and contrasts, it is likewise the case with looking for hook ups. It’s easy in major cities, although you always have to keep in mind every gay man or trans person has an issue in one way or another with his societal background and that needs to be taken seriously while interacting with them. They will communicate how freely they can behave. That’s why official venues or meetings in major cities for queer people are always the most liberated and best places to start. Anywhere else, it is either almost impossible or risky on various levels to look for hook ups. It is always wise to have someone there, who knows the places, the people, the cultural differences and could assist you to guide around there and help you meet the right people to fuck and who would warn you before you do something risky without knowing - which is of course impossible if you are a tourist and do not know anyone there beforehand. One idea would be to check dating apps and check profiles of the people there in the long run before travelling to get an impression what kind of people are there, who'd be open for giving or receiving bare loads, and make contacts in advance. (Which I often do). If you have met someone, removed pants and did your business, things get easy afterwards. Many gay men know other gay men and support each other, and may be happy to introduce you to their network. It’s pretty much comparable to the secret societies of gay men decades or centuries ago in Europe, or generally in the west. In the past, once when I was on holiday visiting my family there, my relatives there had hired a car driver and they offered me to let him drive me around whenever I had to travel there. The driver and me became friends soon, and he entrusted me that he was gay, but living in secrecy, and yes, we fucked, and afterwards he introduced me to other secret gay men that he was friends with - yes, we fucked, too - and that made things easier. A note to the behaviour of straight men in India: I’ve heard from many tourists how confused they were, when they saw straight men in India walking down the street holding hands, or hugging, or being very touchy in general. It’s never a definite indication that they could be gay. Misunderstanding that and trying to approach them for a gay encounter can often make them feel offended. It’s just the way straight men in India act with each other showing buddy affection. (You can bet that I always have a hard time there handling my lust while I’m being touched the whole day by every Tom Dick and Harry…). In terms of queer rights, India is changing very fast. Many activists make many major changes while many politicians come up with new limits. Everything what I have written here are my experiences and impressions from the past years, but any of these aspects may will have changed completely tomorrow. I’m aware that very much of this doesn’t exactly sound inviting if you plan a vacation in India, and definitely wanna fuck bare. As I said, it’s easy in major cities, and the other point is: it is a chance to explore your own sexuality in a completely different surrounding, especially in a country like India. I tell you: it is fucking different, and worth a try. I grew up in Germany and would consider myself more western, and I have an out and open and liberated relation to my sexuality. But each time when I’m in India, I cannot exactly point the finger at what it is… I’m horny as fuck to the core like a dog in heat, in a way I don’t know from my normal daily life that takes me myself by surprise each time I’m there. Maybe it’s the humid weather that makes your whole body sweaty all the time and makes it feel totally different and strange and makes yourself feel all new. Maybe it’s knowing that looking for a hook up is a different challenge than at home and adds an extra spice of excitement. Maybe it’s the food which of its many spices are healthy for libido. Maybe it’s the men there, who act and behave in a completely different way than we know from home, which attracts us on a whole new level and makes us curious and horny in a way we have not felt before. All I can say is, each time when I’m in India, I feel a whole new level of my sex drive, I think of sex way more than at home (and mind you, I’ve never been to India for holidays. There was never any relaxed holiday vibe for me, as I was busy with various stressful engagements every day during my stay there, the same way as if I would go to work in Germany). The way men look at you in a totally different way than I was used to, kept me horny throughout. Life in India is in many ways harder than I have experienced in Germany, which forces men there to be more aggressive, not because they’re rude, but they had to learn the hard way to get things done (I had my share of that as well. I was often very thankful for my life in Germany where I could manage many comparable situations like in India much easier). The effect is: you sense their wildness… and that starts to make me hot for them the moment each time I land there and set my foot on an Indian airport. (At some Indian airports there’s also security check after landing and each time I’m even hoping for undergoing a physical search…). Indian men fuck or let themselves get fucked differently, at least many of them. Sometimes you can really tell they fuck like there’s no tomorrow, because literally they don’t know if they’ll ever be able to fuck again before giving in to traditional rules. For many of them, it is not a matter of course to have gay sex. You can sense sometimes they’re having the time of their lives and you can’t help getting captured by their excitement. And - I could sense the horniness among many men. It’s the aspect of India being a country of extreme contrasts. The more sexuality becomes a [banned word], the hornier the people become. If you hit the right gay guy at the right time, in many cases it’s only a matter of time when both of you would land in bed. We are not the second most populous country in the world for nothing… I’ve almost completely referred to gay men since being myself one I can only share a gay man’s point of view, almost everything goes the same for trans people as well. Additionally, there are many straight Indian men who love fucking trans people. India has a centuries old history of the “third gender”, which is why trans people are accepted in many regions even more than gay or lesbian people. Unfortunately, it’s beyond my knowledge and experience on how a trans person can connect to straight Indian men for a fuck. India has its challenges for tourists who wants to fuck. But on the other end of the extreme of contrast, there is a lot of, especially sexual, magic worth and waiting to be explored. Feel free to hit me up to fuck, I mean if you need more information. Since I stated major cities and their queer venues and events are best to start with to look for hook ups (apart from dating apps), I could provide detailed information about those places, especially those that I’m in touch with. Hope this could help for the time being. Happy hunting and Namasté! 🙏

I think I fucked every mare on offer at the Friday Horse Market. 30 or so men and a lot of repeats before I decided who got my two loads.

I know my partner can go airtight, thats just a fancy way of not spilling a drop. We are not doing deep throat, just wrap lips around and dont spill.

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

Meanwhile, Billy and Jamal were going for another round in our bedroom with Ty joining in. Groped and Pozzed 3 I was forced to sit naked on the floor while I listened to two hung seemingly poz black me fuck my “top” fiance. I could only imagine that he was being spitroasted with Jamal’s cock reaming out his rarely fucked hole. I know I had never fucked Billy in the years that we had been together. I fact, I couldn’t recall Billy ever telling me that he had been fucked, and now he was being dicked by two of the biggest dingers that had ever fucked me. Plus, they are poz! Our bed squeaked loudly for nearly 20 minutes then it just stopped. I could hear voices, but could not make out what they were saying. Then I heard Billy begging and pleading for them to stop. Whatever they were doing was causing him a great deal of stress and pain. Billy seemed to settle down and then it got quiet again, but out of nowhere Billy was moaning and begging for their cocks to split him open. I could not take it anymore. Curiosity got the best of me. I snuck up to my own bedroom door and cracked it open to see Ty on the bottom with his massive dong in my fiance’s ass in the middle and Jamal’s huge dork sliding along right beside Ty. I was amazed that Billy could accommodate such manhood. Hell, I was amazed that anyone could. I grew jealous of Billy getting all that cock. I wanted some to myself. That is when Jamal noticed me at the door and ordered me out of the room. I immediately shuffled out of the room and closed the door behind me. I sat on my knees in the living room for what felt like an eternity. I soon fell asleep on the floor on my knees. I just slouched over until I was startled awake but warm water on the back of my neck and back. I immediately jerked up and caught a facefull of piss from Ty and Jamal. I instinctively opened my mouth letting them drain themselves into a willing receptacle. They got dressed and high-fived each other and left me drenched in their piss in the middle of the living room. I jumped up and went to check on Billy who was sound asleep in the middle of our defiled bed. I wanted to climb in with him, but I knew he had a hard night. So, I showered, mopped the living room, I almost got the pee smell out of air, and by that time Billy was awake and pulling the soiled and cum stained sheets off of the bed. We didn’t talk much that day, but whenever Billy got hard. I was expected to service him. After he put the sheets in the washer, I was on my knees in the shower he slipped his piss hardened cock in to my mouth and filled me belly then he fucked me. Telling me he was wasting his last negative loads on his whore fiance. I shot my useless seed down the shower drain while Billy’s went up my ass. This silent treatment lasted all day Saturday and into the evening on Sunday. I lost count how many times Billy urinated on me or his loads I took. I was becoming his human cum rag and toilet. I am not saying I did not like it, but at least talk to me. That is when there was a knock at the door. Billy ordered me to strip down to my jock, which I always wore around the house, and answer the door. I gave him a quizzed look, but did as I was told. At the door stood Jamal and two other black fellows I have never seen before. Jamal pushed past me as did the other two. Joking that it looked like I was ready and willing for Round #3 with Jamal and his boys. Billy offered up that I was and we were. Jamal ordered me up front and center of the room. He pushed me to my knees. Soon the whole room was naked and nameless black cocks were being force fed to us willingly. Jamal fed me his cock and one of the other guys ordered Billy to suck him too. I could not see the cock being forced down Bily’s throat, but I could hear him gagging on it. Soon standing next to Jamal was the other black kid and he was shoving his cock into the foray. I would suck on Jamal for a few seconds then switch over the equally-sized new cock. I was still dressed. I am sure that is the only thing that slowed these guys down from getting to my ass because I sucked one the other would feel my ass and slowly started to work down my pants. Meanwhile, Billy was now naked and leaning over the back of our black leather lounge chair while his big black invader was eating his ass. Jamal must have thought that was a good idea. He and the other guy I was sucking both already naked and rock hard. They pulled me over to the end of the couch… More to Cum When I am back home from Vacation If you like this story let me know. I am thinking a 5 to 6 parter Joey I love to skype or whereby with verbal guys with a poz fetish. Hit me for a quick chat

Hope this continues. More cheating. More photo shoots. Decides to show face.

wife left for church 20 minutes ago; puddle of cum on my belly already

Part 25: A Three-way and a Secret (Jay's Perspective) “You’re so big,” I moaned, my ass feeling as if it was being torn in two. Since I’d taken Will’s monster of a cock in my ass, I’d managed to find other men of equal size, though none of them had been able to open me up as much as Domonic was. Alan’s dick was fat and filled me, but Domonic filled me and threatened to move my organs around. I could feel every vein of his cock, his heartbeat felt against my hole as the throbbing continued in my ass. He was the type of man you’d see in porn, and here he was fucking my ass and fucking my brother’s hole every other second. I could feel Will’s heartbeat too as my finger explored his ass, pressing down on his prostate and causing his body to shiver. I watched as my brother’s body shook, sweat collecting beneath his chest hair, goosebumps rising along his skin. His dick was hard, sticking straight out and dripping pre-cum onto my arm. I scooped some up and ran it along my tongue, tasting his sweet seed. His mouth opened in awe as I played with his ass, giving him the same pleasure he had given me not so long ago. “Sit on my face,” I told Will, pulling my finger from his hole. “I want to eat you out.” “You know, brothers don’t normally say that kind of stuff to each other,” he said, giving me that classic Will smile which had a tendency to make people weak at the knees. I knew Will had never realized just how many girls in school liked him. I knew of a few guys who had wanted to fuck him, too. Will had always been too focused on religion to care. Now, he was finally exploring his sexual desires like I had been doing for years. I was just happy to be a part of his journey. Who knows, I thought, maybe one day he’ll be a bigger deviant than me. Will straddled my head, his hairy hole staring down at me. I breathed in, smelling his musk. I admired his hairy ass, the curling hairs, dark and covered in sweat. He lowered himself down, his hole pressing into my face. I stuck out my tongue and lapped him up, tasting my brother’s hot hole which I could feel throbbing. “Oh, fuck, Jay,” he moaned, pressing down further, opening even more to my intrusive tongue. All the skills I’d gained from eating pussy came into play here, eating his ass, devouring him. Will moaned, his hands reaching down to my chest where he squeezed my nipples, sending shocks throughout my body. “Fucking eat him out,” Domonic growled, his cock slamming into areas of my body I never knew existed. “You two are so fucking hot.” “You just have an incest fetish,” Will told him. “I’ve never fucked brothers before,” Domonic said. “With Pastor Kline, we may be fucking a father and son.” “Here’s hoping,” Will said, his ass squeezing my face. “What are the odds we can get your other brother to join in?” Domonic asked. “Zero,” Will told him. I pushed Will’s ass off my face. “I don’t know.” I told them, wiping sweat from my face, “I would have bet all my money on you dying a virgin, and here you are sitting on my face while your poz boyfriend fucks me.” “The day Zack fucks me is the day the world ends,” Will said, though I saw his cock jump at the thought. “Never say never,” Domonic laughed. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get all the men in your family before I’m done.” “That will never happen,” Will said. I thought of our dad and how strict he had been when we were growing up. He’d been a tough man, one who showed little emotion. He raised us knowing we were to always act proper, being examples to everyone else. I fucked that up fast. Will’s on his way. Our father would die if he knew what we were doing. Father and son relationships have always been difficult in our family. It’s been a multi-generational problem. I knew our father’s relationship with his own father had been bad, our dad even changing his last name to his mother’s maiden name after college just to rid himself of the fucker. Uncle Michael did the same. We never knew what happened. The men in our family aren’t exactly open. I laughed at the irony as Will’s hole opened slightly to my tongue. “Well, Jay,” Domonic said, thrusting his dick far into my hole, hitting my prostate, my dick jumping and leaking pre-cum, “if you get a desire for a paternal fucking, Pastor Kline, I hear, is a good substitute for your dad.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Will climbed off my face, moving back until his balls ran over my tongue and nose, stopping for a second on my closed eyes, one ball on each eye. “Pastor Kline’s a bottom,” Will said. “I think Jay may be the same.” “I’m up to fuck a horny old man,” I told them. “But for now, I need my brother’s cock in my mouth.” “Actually,” Will said, lifting off of me and looking me in the eye, “I have to piss first. Unless…” I smiled. “We must be in sync,” I told him. “Your boyfriend is about to fuck the piss right out of me.” “69 and swallow it all,” Domonic said. “Let’s see who has the fullest bladder.” Will moved down until his dick was directly over my mouth with my dick under his. He lowered his dicked down into my mouth, taking mine, sucking me in between his soft lips. I could have cum right there, having my brother’s lips tasting our family seed. “On your marks,” Domonic said, easing up on his fucking. “Get set. Go!” I unleashed in Will’s mouth as my mouth was flooded by his warm piss, nearly causing me to choke. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, feeling Will’s mouth latch down on my cock, gravity trying to pour my piss out. I felt as if I had been swallowing forever when mine ended, Will’s still flowing for another ten seconds. “Fuck,” I moaned, Will’s cock slipping out of my mouth, drops of piss splattering over my chin. “You’re a full boy.” “You too,” he said. “I don’t always drink piss like that. That’s more of Pastor Kline’s thing.” “Unless it’s mine,” Domonic said, winking. “Well, Will’s the winner. Time for Jay to suck a load out of him.” “Gladly,” I said, opening my mouth again and sucking Will’s dick inside. He pushed into my throat, my body fighting off my gag reflex. I wanted Will to fuck my throat hard, the kind of fucking you watch and think, “How the fuck did he do that without passing out?” “Ready?” Will asked. I grabbed his ass and pulled more of his cock into my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Will started fucking my throat, his balls pressing down over my eyes and nose, the smell of his hairy body an intoxicating rush to my senses. “Fuck, you might be better than Pastor Kline.” “That’s high praise,” Domonic said, grabbing my legs and spreading them out farther. “You know, if I close my eyes, I’d swear I’m fucking your brother’s ass.” “I’m not nearly as muscular as Jay,” Will said, shoving his dick hard into my throat. It almost felt as if there was some anger in the thrust. My cock jolted. “Looks like someone needs attention,” Domonic said, his hand reaching down and grabbing my dick, sending chills throughout my body. “Should we see who cums first?” “Sounds like a good challenge,” Will said, raising his hips up and looking down at me, his balls lifting from my eyes. “How about it?” “Let’s go,” I tried to say, my voice lost as my throat hugged Will’s cock. “That was a yes,” Will said. “I could feel it.” “I can feel it,” Domonic said, my cock harder in his jerking hand, my pre-cum dripping down his fist. Among the three of us the room filled with the moans of sweaty men, the bed creaking, our naked skin slapping against each other. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Never had I been in a three-way this hot, not even with Alan. No women could compare. Few men where as hot as Will and Domonic. The fact that we were all poz made it the best fuck ever. “Fuck,” Will moaned, his breathing labored, “I’m getting close.” “So am I,” Domonic said, his thrusts harder. I tried to tell them that I was ready to burst, but Will’s fucking of my throat caused only spit to pour out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m glad I met you,” Domonic said, leaning down and kissing Will, his grip on my cock tightening, his thumb running over the tip. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Will shouted, slamming his dick into my throat. His balls lifted from my face, legs hugging my head, cum shooting straight into my stomach. As Will’s cock jumped in my throat, my hips pumped wildly. My balls rose into my body, my cock shooting out thick ropes of cum, splattering Domonic and Will before dripping down onto my writhing body. “Fuck!” Domonic growled, his hand still pumping my cock as my hole tightened around his cock, pulling him further into my body. He did one final trust before he burrowed himself into my ass, shooting his poz cum into my body. I now had poz cum in my ass, down my throat, and across my stomach and chest, solidifying my new status as a poz slut. Will pulled his cock out of my throat, spit dripping down my chin and collecting in Will’s pubic hair. He looked down at me and smiled, his hand reaching down and smearing his cum and my spit over my mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” he said. He looked up at Domonic and waved him forward, kissing him deeply. “I love you, too,” I said, watching as these two powerful men made out, their sweaty bodies above me. Never could I have imagined something like this happening to me. As Will broke of his kiss, he looked down at me again and smiled. In that moment, I knew I had made the right choice lying to Will. None of this would have happened if he knew he was the one who pozzed me. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoy the twist. There are a few plot points "seeded" here that I hope to pick up in the future. There won't be a post next week, but I'll pick up either the next week or the week after.

hard AF waiting for my wife to go to church so i can hammer out a load

Part 2 - The Build Up After the initial chat we stay in touch nearly every day, mostly exchanging pics and details of the party. In one exchange I ask about their preference for jocks / thongs and he states that I can wear whatever I want up to the house, and just before their friends arrive, but that I will want to be naked most of the evening so don’t worry. They have a house in south London and they plan to want me to stay the whole weekend. I ask about their friends but he tells me I don’t need to worry, that I’ll like them. After that he texts almost immediately: “They like you, which is more important” Honestly, I loved hearing it and I think he knew it. I could almost hear him smiling. After that for the rest of the week he sends me a dick pic every morning - of him and John, always hard and every time programming my day ahead with horny thoughts. He also asks a lot about the cage - when I started experimenting, who’s got my keys, how long it’s been. He’s into it, but never seen a guy wear one outside of clubs. One of his friends, he says, will be seriously into it. Work is nuts the whole week and I blink and it’s Friday night - Kem texts me their address and timings and says: ‘We’re excited to get inside you - get prepped, but don’t play with your hole - that’s our job, ok’

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Knocked Up In Booth #7 Part 2 I woke up this morning still feeling the effects in my ass of the previous day's fun at the booths. After taking a shower I logged into bbrts and saw that saw that my new BB top friend was online. I sent him a message and we arranged a time to meet at my favorite booth. "You need more of my potent cum?", he asked. "Yes!", I replied. "You know I might knock up that ass, don't you?", he asked. "I know it is bound to happen sooner or later", I admitted. I spent some time cleaning myself out inside, lubing my hole up and stretching it with my plugs, then I headed over to the bookstore. The same guy was behind the counter when I got there as yesterday. He gave me a knowing smile as he counted out $10 in tokens and told me to have fun as I walked to the back passing a few guys loitering around and several other booths that the red light was on and the sound of porn was emenating from without even checking the door as I normally would. I made my way to booth #7 and thankfully it was not occupied. I quickly stripped down to nothing but my jock underwear and assumed the position on the bench to wait for my new top guy. While I was waiting a couple looky-loos stuck their head in and quickly left and one guy came in and groped my ass and felt up my man boobs before moving along. Eventually I heard someone come in, then latch the door. I knew it was him as I hear my lube bottle open and felt the now familiar long, slim finger start to probe my hole. "You ready for my gift?", he growled. "Oh yes, I need it", I gasped. This time he didn't slide in slowly, he slammed the full length in one powerful stroke. Also unlike last time he was now being very vocal. I knew that everyone out in the hall could hear him over the sounds of porn playing. "Yeah, take that dick you pussyboy!", he moaned when he hit bottom. "Give it to me!", was my response. He got into a rythym, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming all the way in until his big, full balls were slapping my taint causing me to moan out. He pounded me through two scenes on the tranny porn that was playing. I was hoping that there were enough tokens in the machine. Finally I heard "Take that charged load you worthless faggot!", he shouted as I felt his dick start to throb and jets of his cum flowing into me. He stayed in me, not even getting soft and then started fucking me. He came two more times before I felt him pull out. He told me the next time he would be bringing along a friend that hadn't bred any ass in a long time and needed to dump some toxic loads. As he left me I could feel cum running down my leg. I wiped up with some tissues I had brought and put my pants, shirt and crocs back on. I could tell I was walking a little funny as I made my way to the front. Several of the guys loitering about in the hallway gave me a sly smirk, knowing that I'd just been well seeded by a big black dick. One of them gave me a little swat on the ass as I walked by. It was a muscular Hispanic guy I'd seen there many times and had sucked off a few times. I'd definitely try to hook up with him again in the future. My memory was he had a nice thick uncut dick and big hairy balls. I love black dick, but I don't discriminate. I am sure looking forward to going back again. To be continued?

I text Lucas and confirmed he could meet up at 5:30 at my place and shot him the address again. I told him I would be heading home from the gym so if I was not there to let himself in and gave him a one time code for the door. He shot a text below: Lucas - Yea I am still up for meeting you tonight. Me - Dude glad you can still make it! Lucas - Me too, been looking forward to it and hanging out as buds and all. Me - I think you are a cool dude and definitely down to hang out some more. Lucas - See you soon! With that I shot off to the gym and lifted and ran three miles. Running always make me horny as fuck and builds up a huge load. Before I started working out I text Pete to swing by between 5:45 and 6 PM. Hey text back and confirmed he would be there and he knew the code to get in. Then I text my other boys Frankie, Devon and Michael (BBC) I got home right at 5:32 and received a text from Lucas he was there at 5:25 and I told him to go in and turn on the TV. I would be there shortly. I walked in commando in my basketball shorts with my dick flopping around. He said hi and then could not stop looking at my rod, I hang more than five inches soft and he knows what it is like hard. I went to the kitchen and got Lucas his special drink with some G in it to loosen him up before we had some fun. I am sure he would have sucked me but may have bolted when others got here. I had plans for him. I made sure not to give him to much but enough to take the edge off. I came back with his drink and mine, he had a fruit flavored drink with vodka and I had water but he had no idea. I stood in front of him and told him to drink we were in for some fun tonight. He must have been nervous since he gulped it down really fast. I did the same but just stood there in front of him with my dick growing slightly. Hey I need to grab a shower, let me put something on that you can watch while I get ready. I picked a hot scene that that starts out with two guys sharing a chick and turn BI. I looked at the clock and it was 5:50 and I knew Pete would be there soon. I could see the G was working and Luscas was totally relaxed. I text Pete that he was ready, he text back that he was pulling up. I went to the bedroom and turned on the cam so I could see Pete work his magic. Pete must have gotten because he should have been in already, it worked though since Lucas was horny as fuck he pulled out his dick and started jacking off watching the video. He was focus as Pete let himself in. He could see Lucas and he motioned to me that I picked a good one. Then he went over and sat on the sofa. Hey dude I am Pete, Lucas looked put out and put his hand over his dick. Fuck dude this is one hot porno, I may have to rub one out while I am waiting hope you don't mind. Pete pulled down his sweats and out sprang his fat uncut dick. It had to be 8" in circumference and almost 8" long. He was only half hard but he had Lucas's attention. Pete ignored him and started to work his big dick and it kept growing and Lucas kept licking his lips. Pete looked over as the Porn turned BI and said dude what a fucking hot film. Ever done that? I saw Lucas nod his head yes. Pete pushed his dick out and said bet that would feel amazing if you sucked my head. Locus moved a little closer. Pete stroked his uncut dick and then grabbed the back of Lucas's head and guided him to his dick. Lucas sucked Pete's head and licked all over it. The kid loves cum, Pete encouraged him and before long Pete was pushing Lucas's head down on his dick and tell him to open wide boy. Lucas pulled up and gaged and coughed. Pete pulled out some poppers and put them up to Lucas's noise and told him to breath and then the other nostril and then repeated it two more time and then pushed his head back down on that big fuck meat. He must have been spinning, I slipped out and mixed some more juice with G and put it on the stand where Pete was and before long Lucas came up for air. Pete grabbed the drink and gave it to Lucas, boy your mouth is dry you need a drink and Lucas swallowed it down. Then Pete took the glass and put poppers back up to the kid and four more hits. Once again Pete guided him down on his dick and Lucas got more of Pete fuck stick in his throat and Pete grabbed his head and held it and told him to hold in place and not to move and he face fucked him for five minutes and finally got all his dick in pubes on Lucas's face and cum down the boys neck. Pete held there and Lucas must not have been able to breath as he was pushing against Pete to pull off and finally Pete let him off his dick. Lucas tried to breath and gain his composure, Pete bent down and told him to open his mouth. Lucas did and Pete spit three times in his mouth and then slide his fingers in and he must have gone down the kids throat as Lucas started to gag again. Pete pulled out and then kissed the kid once he caught his breath and said boy you better get up before anyone finds us. Lucas complied and sat on the couch and I told him he had a fucking hot mouth and I wanted it again.

More internal cum shots where the cum drips out from the hole. More orgy scenes where everyone is getting fucked and fucking. Poppers being used and trains where several guys are connected and switch off. LESS fake moaning and groaning. I hate when I'm watching a scene and you keep hearing "ah, Oh" OH FUCK" unless it's real. BARE SEX. I hate watching a scene that say's its bareback and they try and sneak a condom on.

I've had a few garage/basement experiences... always a hot scene. Had one guy have me come over to his place one summer afternoon. He told me to text him when I had parked and was close to his place. His roommate (boyfriend? who knows) was home and he didn't want him to know what was going on. He was getting his clothes together so he could go down and start a load of laundry (which was the excuse he was using to get me down there). He had me come to the side door of the building, and opened up the door after I texted him, and took me down into the basement to the laundry room. It was a 6 unit building so we were taking a chance that none of the other renters would decide to come down to use the machines. Didn't take long to get me down on my knees and working his cock. He unzipped his jeans and out flopped this hard uncut black dick, long and smooth and veiny. It was already hard as hell. I guess it was shaped like a torpedo. He grabbed the back of my head and started deep throating me with that big dick, as I did my best to get it wet and dripping, all the time struggling to keep up with his deep thrusts. He was a horny and very demanding fucker. Soon enough he had me stand up. He yanked down my shorts and underwear together, exposing my hungry ass for his inspection. He pushed me over so I was in a bent over a table, and without much if any romance, slid that HUGE cock up my hole, burying it deep, as he grabbed my shoulders from behind and really started pounding away. I struggled to keep quiet because of the neighbors, but I really wanted to shout out because of the dick punishment my asshole was receiving. I was hard as hell as well, dripping precum as he continued to pump away. He would occasionally pull all the way out and slap his hard erect dick against my ass cheeks before positioning it again at my quivering hole and slamming all the way back in to his balls. He built up a strong rhythm saying "That's my pussy boy" "Take that dick, fucker" "Yeah fuckin' fag boy - gonna give you this big load." And suddenly he shot, huge juicy pulsations of cum blowing deep into my ass, my shirt caught-up around my neck, his bare chest rubbing against my back while he rutted up in my ass. After his cock stopped pumping he kept it up in there planted all the way up my ass as he reached around, grabbed my dick and started vigorously stroking my cock, his other hand cupped under to catch my cum. Of course I shot almost immediately, my load blowing in the palm of his hand. He presented the load to me, and of course I lapped it up, all the while his hard cock was still throbbing up in my hole. When his hand was clean, he stepped back and let his dick slowly slide out of my sore ass. Cum flowed-out. He he pushed it back with his cock saying "Yeah buddy - that's all me up in there." Then he pulled up his pants, threw his shirt back on and said I needed to get going as his roomie (boyfriend?) would be wondering what was taking him so long down in the basement. I never had the pleasure of getting his cock again: he moved away before the summer was over. Ah well. It was still one hot fuck!