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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.

When you are a size queen like me, you just cant say no to a big cock-- not even a toxic one that might give you HIV. Now I'd been barebacking for awhile, but i aleays looked for neg guys-- or at least guys who lied and said they were neg. But its hard to find negative barebackers- and i really like raw cock. Well, i found this one guy's profile on BBRT enticing, so I started chatting with him. His profile said he was "huge and uncut"-- so I just had to find out more! His profile also said "ask me" under status. Of course he was Poz--- but he also proclaimed to have a 9x7 piece of meat. We chatted off and on for a few months anD exchanged pics, there was always some reason not to hook up-- besides my overall fear of him being positive an having a cock that would rip me open. One night, after I had a few beers, I found myself on BBRT and feeling incredibly horny for a fuck. And big cock stud was on. And he IM'd me. Him: you lookin? Me: yeah. I need to get fucked bad Him: you finally gonna let me breed that sweet hole? Me: will you go easy on me? Him: yeah-- I know I'm big. Don't worry Him: and you're ok with Poz? Me: would you pull out if I asked? Him: yeah- I can cum either way Me: yeah, I think we should do this Him: can we film it? Just for us. I like to rewatch my fucks later Me: as long as you don't post the video anywhere Him: cum on over. Bring poppers He gave me the address which was only a couple miles away. And soon I found myself knocking on his door. I was met by a thin, wiry daddy guy, in his 50's and a bit shorter than me. He ushers me in and leads me to his basement which could best be described as seedy. Ratty carpet, bad panelling, a threadbare plaid sofa, empty liquor bottles and full ashtrays everywhere. We go to the couch and sit. I'm nervous as hell, but the porn is playing and it gives me something to watch. Seeing my hesitation, he pulls off his shorts... Holy fuck. That cocknof his flopped out and I was mesmerized. It was every bit as impressive in person. Moreso actually. Thick as my wrist, especially in the middle, with all this extra foreskin hanging off the tip. He was also flopping yo about mid-thigh And he wasn't even fully hard yet! "Why don't you suck it for starters?" he suggests. I knelt and tried to work that monster as best I could, but at my best I could only fit about half of it in my mouth. So I mainly concentrated on his skin-- tonguing it for all I was worth. Pretty soon he was all full mast and so was I. "You ready to get the fuck of your life?" I nodded yes. He led me over to his desk area and his computer. He fired up the computer's camera and started recording. Then he pushed me down and had me suck some more and get him good and hard and wet. While I sucked he talked up a storm-- giving me feedback, telling me how it felt, what to do. Then he asked me if my ass was ready. He stood me up and squirted lube on his massive cock, then he had me lube my ass. He spun me around and had me brace against the panelled wall while he rubbed his fat cock head against my crack. "You might wanna hit them poppers about now," he suggested. So I did. My alcohol buzz mixed with the fresh poppers sent me soaring and the next thing I knew he was using short quick thrusts to work his head into my ass. It felt in-fucking-credible! While he slowly worked deeper, he kept up a steady litany of "Yeah, open that ass up-- take my big ol Poz cock in that pussy!". Stuff like that. I kept hitting the poppers hard, but it didn't help much when he got to the thickest part of his tool. "Whoa! Damn that's thick-- I can't take it all," I told him. "Okay," he said, then he grabbed my hips and shoved violently into my hole. I screamed in pain and tried to get away, but he had me pinned to the wall by that giant prong of his. I know I was whimpering a lot, but he didn't care. He told me to just do more poppers. "I know it hurt- but it was for the best. Trust me, yours wasn't the first tight ring I've had to bust. Besides, When I promised you the fuck of your life, I kinda meant of your death too." And then he started really fucking me. Okay, I admit the pain of him ripping past by sphincter sucked, but what his cock did inside my body was nothing short of amazing. The fat part of his cock steamrolled my prostate with every thrust, and the knob of his cockhead kept popping up into my Colon with every thrust. I could feel him poking so deep in me-- deeper than any cock or toy had ever been. It hurt... Deliciously. "Yeah boy! Take that Poz cock! Wrecking your guts with my dick of death! You love taking this Poz meat, doncha boy?" And I did. He probably drilled me for about 15 or 20 minutes solid- and by the end I was fully bent over, bracing my hands on that wall and pushing back into him. And he was fucking me with every inch-- coming out just so the head was in, then slamming back in. My cock was drooling precum everywhere. "What's your status, boy? You neg?" "Yes sir," I managed to get out between grunts. "You know I'm Poz, right?" "Yeah..." "Well, I'm getting close, boy-- where you want my load?" The poppers and alcohol (and the amazing cock) had done their trick. "Don't stop fucking me!" I heard myself beg. "Well Here it cums boy! Here it.... Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah! Breeding your neg cunt with my toxic seed! Take my dirty load bitch!" When he started shooting, he planted his cock as hard and as deep as he could. He also had one of those spongier cocks that really swells and pulses as it cums, so I felt every shot of his venom jizz up inside my colon. Then I came-- all over the panelling and that nasty carpet. I didn't even touch myself, my orgasm just... Happened. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, slowly thrusting and withdrawing his meat. Working his load into my guts. Which is exactly what he said while doing it. Eventually he did what felt like the longest pullout I have ever felt, and his dong popped out with a wet plop. Them he turned off the video and we cleaned up and got dressed. He showed me bits of our "movie"--- damn, it WAS hot seeing that much cock wrecking my butt! He promised to email me a copy for my enjoyment. "And this is just for us, right? No posting online?" "Don't worry," he told me. A couple weeks later I got sick-- and I knew. Sure enough, my next HiV test confirmed it. I Tried looking For big cock daddy online, but I almost never saw him on. I emailed several times, but months went by and I never got that copy. Evidently it was "too big" to email. And when he was online, we could never find a time to repeat the fuck do I could get a disc. Then one day I got an email from an acquaintance of mine (a friend of a good friend) and I though "how unusual" for him to contact me. In his email he sent me a video link and said I should watch it. It was for some bugchaser or bug share website.... My heart stopped. Damn if it wasn't our video, right out there in the public domain. You could see my face, me sucking his cock, me taking hom raw... I sorta freaked out a bit, to be honest. Then I watched the whole thing while jacking off. It a fucking hot clip! He had edited it down some for time, but you could hear me basically beg him for his toxic load and then there he was knocking me up with it. Evidently lots of guys liked it because it got a 5 star review and had been watched several thousand times. Plus there were comments posted like "I love how that bugchaser begged for you to breed his cunt!". Stuff like that. Although the site where the video was originally posted is gone, I still run into our video now and again on dirtier sites. And it always reminds me of the fuck of my life. And my death.

Here's a new story I'm just starting on. I hope all you hot horny studs like it! “She Doesn't Need to Know” Part 1 As I peddled my bike faster, bringing me closer to the little park in our community, my mind was going in a number of different directions. What am I doing, I asked myself more than once? My wife is back at home with both of our children. That's where I should be. Yet I was being drawn like a magnet toward the park. The place where my life had changed just a week ago. I've always been athletic and taken care of my body. Standing 6” tall, weighing in at 180 pounds, my body was solid and toned. My hair was blond, with green eyes and a thin covering of blond hair on my pecs and abs. I had been approached by lots of women over the years but had never entertained the thought of cheating on her. I loved her and she was the only one I'd ever been with. We married right out of high school, both of us eighteen, and there were no regrets. Within 4 years of getting married we had a boy and a girl, and they were perfect as far as I was concerned. My family meant everything to me. I was 40 and on top of the world. At least until last week, I thought, as I felt my thick 8” cock begin throbbing inside my bicycle shorts as the memories took over. I had begun taking a weekly bike ride after work and was usually gone an hour to an hour and a half. Last week, for some reason I decided to ride through the park. It was laid out very nice and it was a pleasant place to be while getting exercised. I stopped at a water fountain inside the park and took a good long drink. As I raised my head, I saw him. A lean almost skinny shirtless young man. His chest was smooth, his sweaty bangs hanging across his forehead and his eyes locked on me. Something inside me stirred but I didn't know what it was but couldn't ignore it. He looked to be maybe 21 or 22, just barely older than my son Jeremy. Although he was thin it was obvious his body was hard and toned. Trying to break our stare, without any success, I saw him get off the picnic table he was sitting on and walk in my direction. My heart started beating and I felt a sheen of sweat all over my body. Before I could move he was standing in front of me, smiling at me and running a hand across his smooth chest and hard nips. “Hey man, how's it going? Haven't seen you here before. I'm Drew.” He held out the hand that had just been caressing his slim body and I instinctively shook it and told him my name was Justin. “Nice to meet you, Justin”, he said stepping closer. “Dude you are hot! Your body looks fucking great!” I had never even thought about a guy sexually before but for some reason his words went to my head – or rather heads. I shook my head to clear it and said, “Hey man, thanks, but I'm straight and happily married with 2 kids. I don't go for guys. It's just not my thing.” “That's cool Justin. I was just giving you the compliment you deserve. I'm bi myself and just love hot sex and partying. I bet we'd have some real good fun together. Fun you'll never have with your wife. What do you say, man? Wanna hang out for a while and just see what happens? I promise you'll like it”, he finished with a sly grin as he reached out a hand and ran it over my thighs. I know he felt the shiver run through my body at his touch and his proposition. “Hey man, thanks. You seem like a cool dude, but I...I just can't.” “Is your wife expecting you home soon,” he asked. Without thinking I said no, no particular time. He stepped closer so we were just inches apart. He leaned toward my ear and whispered in a low seductive voice, “C'mon Justin. You know you want to. I promise I won't try anything if you don't want to. But if you've never been with a guy before, how can you know it's not for you?”, he finished licking my ear with the tip of his tongue and rubbing his hand against my now fully hard cock. WTF?! I screamed in my head, but said out loud to him, “Okay. I'm good with just hanging for a bit.” His smile widened making his face the most beautiful thing I'd seen up until then. “Cool! I live just a block away. C'mon. Let's have some fun.” As he started walking off, I followed him, my head in a daze and my cock dripping. Within 10 minutes we were inside his small but tidy 1 bedroom apartment. He told me to make myself comfortable and asked if I wanted something to drink. A water I answered as he headed toward what I figured was the kitchen. When he returned in one hand he had a glass of ice water for me and his other hand held what looked like a glass of coke. He chuckled as if he was reading my mind. “Rum and coke, bro. It relaxes me and sometimes gets me wired up. I can fix you one if you want. Just let me know.” “I'm good with the water” I said taking a big gulp and emptying half the glass. “Cool, man. Drink all you want and whatever you want.” He looked at me intently as I drained the last of the water and grabbed it asking if I wanted a refill. I said yes and in a moment I was taking another deep drink. It tasted so good, but I felt myself getting hot and starting to sweat. But I was feeling a bit more relaxed and asked if he minded if I tool off my shirt. A look I didn't recognize filled his eyes as he smiled and told me to take off whatever I wanted to. “Let me see your hot sweaty dad body.” I didn't know what that meant but still felt a thrill hearing him say the words. I peeled off my tight sweat-soaked shirt and immediately heard Drew say, “Oh fuck dude! What a hot sexy hairy bod! Your wife is one lucky lady.” I chuckled selfconsciously and said I hope she thinks so. Moving so that we were now sitting next to each other on the couch he asked, “Does your wife play with your nips to get you turned on? Most guys I know love having their nips played with and given some attention. Does she do that for you, Justin?” I shook my head “no” before telling him I'd never heard anything about nip play for guys although I loved playing with my wife's tits. Without asking or saying a word Drew reached out his hand and I felt his cool palm rub across both of my nips and back again. “Ah, damn dude! That feels fantastic!” “Yeah, you like me playing with your hard stiff daddy nips doncha Justin? Makes you horny, huh?” “Hornier than I've been in a long time”, I admitted. “What about this?” he asked leaning down and forward and wrapping his wet lips around one of my nips. “Oh gawd! Fuck! I've never felt anything like that before. It feels damn amazing!” “I knew you'd like it daddy,” he said moving his lips and tongue to the other nip. “There's more things I know you'll like if you want me to show you. But only what you want. Tell me to stop anytime and I will.” My cock was harder than I ever remember it being and it and the foggy feeling in my head were both now in control. “Yeah, yeah, sure. That's good. If it's stuff that will feel like this.” “It'll feel even better than this I promise. Hey how about I fix both of us a rum and coke first?” I agreed and as he walked off found myself pulling on my own nips wishing his mouth was on them instead. He was back in a few moments carrying two glasses and a small black leather pouch-like bag in one hand. He handed me my drink and we toasted as we both took big gulps. “I know you're relaxing some man but I can tell you're still uptight. I have something here that will help you relax even more and enjoy yourself.” With that he opened the pouch and pulled out a couple of lighters, a small baggie with chunks of something white in it and a small glass pipe with a rounded bowl on the end and a hole in the top. My head cleared just a little, enough for me to say, “Whoa man! I don't do drugs. No way.” “This isn't like pot or anything like that bro,” he chuckled. “It just helps you to relax and open yourself to the kind of fun we can have together. Let me show you.” He opened the small baggie and transferred some of the white crystal-like pieces into the pipe's bowl then lit a lighter and placed it under the bowl. “See the smoke starting to swirl and grow thicker? It always gets my blood rushing.” I watched as he moved the pipe's stem toward his lips. “Now, when the smoke is going good, you just barely put the stem to your lips and inhale as deep as you can. Hold it in a few seconds then blow it out. It's fucking sweet dude!” And saying that he did exactly what he'd said and I watched strangely turned on as he kept sucking on that smoke filled pipe. Finally he took the pipe from his lips and looking at me blew a thick white cloud of smoke into my face. Instead of being pissed at such a move I strangely found myself excited. He saw it in my face and grinned. “You like seeing me do that?” “Hell yeah”, I said. “I don't know why but it got me hot as hell!” “Wait until you do it yourself. I'll hold the lighter and you just inhale when I tell you, ok?” I nodded, scared but turned on at the same time. Not giving me time to think, Drew placed the loaded pipe at my lips and lit the flame. We watched the smoke build up then he told me to “suck it in daddy. Suck it good”. And I did. I filled my lungs then when he pulled it away I looked at him for direction. “Hold it, hold it. Yeah that's it. Now stud blow a cloud for me!” I exhaled and was enveloped in a cloud even bigger than Drew's. Instantly I felt a rush in my brain, my body and dick. I'd never been this horned in my life! “You want another one daddy?” Drew asked scooting next to me so our legs were touching. “Yes, please,” I panted. “I want more!” Once more he placed the pipe at my lips and lit the flame. While I inhaled this second hit I suddenly felt his fingers pinching and pulling on one of my nips. The sensation made me gasp making me inhale more smoke. Pulling the pipe away he kept his fingers on my nip as I writhed and moaned. At last he told me to exhale and when I did I felt his lips and tongue on my hard nips. Instinctively I grabbed the back of his head to hold his mouth where it felt so good and right. “Oh fuck yeah baby!” I moaned. He looked up at me and smiled. “How you feeling now daddy? You like what we're doing? Am I making you feel good?” “I am feeling awesome! I love it!! Nobody's ever made me feel this good. Please don't stop!” His hand dropped to my bulging crotch and squeezed making me moan louder. “Oh we're not stopping yet, daddy. Not by a fucking long shot!” **Let me know what you think men. Should I continue Justin's tale?**

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

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.

Installment number Seven of what was probably the best party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4 day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown , with him joining me after his convention for his much more vanilla style sex. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me but had to change Friday's plans for a personal emergency, as did Lou the local candy-man, who had an emergency leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me - along with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran (also staying at the Ranch guesthouse with his supposedly more vanilla husband Charlie), German student Karl the Houseboy and the skinhead Manager Zar. Then an old friend – an Episcopal Priest no less – shows up in time for the party. This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. So along with me - at the time a 43 year old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on that stormy Friday night after the guesthouse doors were locked and as Charlie was getting his “revenge” that his hubby was loving, the orgy commences. Once again, apologies for the delay. ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 7 “Hey,” little Seth pointed out, the big guy is getting left out – indicating Tom’s partner Ed, who as bears go was a real grizzly. “Easily solved,” I joked. Having Miles wrap his legs around my back, I stood up while still full in that tight ass (I was still in the shape to do this back then) turned and said to Ed “would you position that please?” Ed held his hard nice sized piece straight up while Karl held poppers under my nose, and I sat down on the big bear’s cock and huge thighs, all while lean lanky Miles was still impaled on my tool. “Are we crushing you?” I asked Ed over my shoulder. His cock pulsed twice in my ass as his deep voice rumbled “Only in the best way man.” More pipe and more clouds ensued while we began the sex in a relaxed casual way. The evening was just getting started. FRIDAY NIGHT: FUCK STORM This grouping in my room lasted about 20 minutes as we all blew clouds and fucked. Miles, after about 10 minutes, asked to switch so he could top, I agreed and he stood up, followed by me, and then Ed stood as well: I looked back at him in surprise. “You don’t want Miles to sit on that?’ I asked. “No offense Miles, you’re a hot little fucker,” Ed replied. “But I am always the top at home – how about you fuck our host, and he fucks me?” “Hell, yeah!” I responded, turning Ed around and pushing his chest onto the bed, leaving his plump hairy butt exposed. Still standing myself, I bent at the waist to dive face first into his crack. Ed had a beautiful hole, and that beefy manly ass was just what I was wanting after a bit of twink overload! I indicated to Tom to pass me the lube and Max Impact, and I felt him slip a crystal into my hand along with the lube. Leaning forward but not letting Lou’s cock out of his hole, Tom held a cloth with the Max at his husband’s nose and mouth and Ed began to suck on the cloth, then moan once I slipped that rock into his manhole with the lube. “Help him have a good time I can’t give him,” Tom whispered in my ear, then sprayed more on the cloth and had me huff. Moving forward, I slipped my cock pretty easily into that daddy-ass and tossed “Come on in Miles, the water’s fine” to the young southern jock twink behind me. I barely said the words when I felt the kid slowly push his pud into my own hole. The three of us started to moan and and throw a wild, rough, hard bumpy standing fuck between the three of us. The rest of the houseboys were actually cheering Miles on and commenting that they had no idea he was such a good top – in the midst of my pleasure, I chuckled a bit thinking things down in the houseboy bunkroom might be a bit different from now on, and that Miles might be really exhausted by the time the season was over. Meantime, Ed’s hole was a delight – big muscular and hairy, plus he was tight from not being topped often but did have some muscle control he used on me quite well. I was really pleased with this start to the evening. Activity continued while this was going on, and little Seth was now riding Vice’s cock while Karl took a spin with Father Frank. That was fun to watch out of the corner of my eye because Karl was actually bigger than the good priest but Frank seemed like even if he were crushed to death, he'd enjoy every second. Seth paused and stood up, saying “Mister J, it’s really stuffy in here and I can’t breathe, can I open…” As he moved toward my window to perhaps crack it or something, a bright white flash followed immediately by a roll of deafening thunder shook us all, and Seth nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a fightened squeak the rest of us couldn’t help laughing at. Lou piped up, “Leave the window be. Let’s join the others outside, and let me and J-man lock up this room for a bit to air it out.” Amazingly, they all acted right away, getting up, using some wetwipes on various holes and asses, and started to head out. Tom and Ed made me promise to hit their room later, which I was all in favor of. Karl and Seth pulled Vice along with them while Lou and I promised Vice we’d catch up with him shortly. Father Frank had Miles in tow, and from the way Miles was sizing up Franks ass, the kinky padre might have been in for a real surprise… I thanked Lou for getting the guys moving, as I really wanted to indulge in the variety offered out in the rest of the guesthouse. He agreed as we took a couple of puffs before locking away the pipes, and putting caps and tops on lube and such. Lou suddenly said, “You know my man, you’ve done an amazing job with our boy Vice, I can’t believe he’s here doing this and seems totally comfortable with it…”. “It is pretty hot.” I replied. “He’s a sexy guy whose never had any of his girlfriends compliment or appreciate him, and he seems to be open enough to allow himself to try something that most guys like him would consider off limits. He’s a nice guy and he’s been great company today, in all ways.” “I just wish you’d gotten him just a bit further, I gotta tell you the amount of time I’ve dreamt of tapping that fine Portuguese ass of his… so close, but still so far.” I told him I did not want to make Vice do anything he really didn’t want to and that he might just decide to give bottoming a shot if HE was allowed to make the decision after seeing so many guys take it and enjoy it and even crave it. “Just don’t push him, or he might never try it,” I concluded. “I will leave that in your capable hands,” Lou said as we both chugged some Gatorade and locked the door behind us. Both of us needed a piss, hit the bathroom quickly then went off in opposite directions, him up the stairs to the third floor while I wandered down to the first. The two front guest rooms had their doors open, and a fisting scene was going on in one of them, I was beckoned in by a guy I could barely see, and found myself side-by-side with Zar the manager as we sat on a bench working two beautifully open holes in front of us on their knees on the bed. I alternated hands and used all the twisting, slow turning, expanding and internal stroking in my repertoire and it looked like Zar had some damn good skills too. After about 15 minutes or so, the couple on the bed called for a break and Zar told me to follow him down to the staff area to wash the elbow grease and j-lube off. That’s where we found the houseboys Lorenzo and Noah had joined Karl and Seth in keeping our boy Vice entertained, and I chuckled as he mouthed “SAVE ME” while the boys were swarming all over his hot body. Zar and I got some Dawn dish soap and after a few minutes our hands and arms were dry and free of excess lubricants. Zar and the boys and Vice and I were taking a few puffs off of Zar’s monster water bong when the storm outside reasserted itself in rather dramatic fashion. Another huge boom of thunder was followed by a loud crackling sound from outside the building and then another loud BANG as we were siddemly plunged into complete darkness. “That had to be a transformer blowing out on Commercial Street,” one voice said, only to be followed by a muttered “No shit, Sherlock…” Zar was feeling around for his flashlight which he found quickly. And ran to the top of the stairs shouting at the top of his lungs “It’s just a blackout. We get them a lot. Stay where you are for a minute until the emergency lighting comes on, then continue with what you were doing. I repeat, continue with what you were doing once the emergency lights come on!” (It's true, by the way, Provincetown does get blackouts a lot (or it did in the 90s when I lived there and still did in 2006 when this party happened.) Zar came back down the stairs to the rest of us and asked us all to come upstairs so the houseboys could circulate and keep people calm. Personally, I thought most would barely notice the blackout, but better safe than sorry I suppose. Besides I was hatching an idea as I looked up the staircase to the main floor and saw an emergency light on at the landing. I asked Zar if there was one of those on each landing and he replied “of course”. “Then it’s time for our little show, isn’t it?” I smirked at him. “The third floor landing might as well be a stage in this lighting. Let’s take advantage of it…” Zar looked positively wolfish and nodded. I reminded Vice that he was going to help us put on a show, and he was all in except to remind Zar that he wasn’t getting fucked. Zar was fine with that so long as Vice fucked him! We grabbed a few necessary items before leaving the cellar and headed all the way up to the third floor. The landing there was visible from all the doors on the third floor, plus most of the doors on the second floor due to an open area for the stairwell and the fact that the landing was a good sized 5’x5’ or so, with a perpendicular step up on either side to the third floor hallway that was split with two narrow pathways along the stairwell opening until joining again into one wider hall past the floor opening. It was perfect. “Fake them out,” Zar whispered, “you fuck me first then I’ll flip to fuck you. And you,” he squeezed Vice’s cock, “you can fuck whomever is topping or have the bottom suck you or rim you. Yes?” We both nodded affirmatively in reply! Throwing down a thick towel on the landing, Zar got on his knees in the “spotlight” and started growling “Come on Daddy, you and your pet Straight Boy do me right…”. Now down on my knees, I rimmed him for a bit then slapped his butt a few tmes and got him to turn facing one of the single steps so that Vice and I could spit-roast him and everyone could see all three of us, all while Zar continued a loud twisty monologue about Daddy and the Straight Boy. Finally after a few minutes of me munching down on that pale skinny but tasty butt, I was ready, moving up closer behind him and with a touch of the lube we brought, sank my cock into him to the hilt in one maneuver. “Fuck yeah, Daddy, that’s the way, wreck this hole!” By this time, Vice had come around to Zar’s face, knelt, and pushed his cock into the skinhead’s mouth with it’s tongue piercing, saying “That’s MY Daddy, not yours, pig, now shut your trap, start sucking and take that fuck like a man!” If that wasn’t so hot coming out of Vice I probably would have laughed my ass off and lost my stride, but the scene was smoking enough that it just added. I will admit I raised an eyebrow at Vice while Zar hoovered that cock into his mount. Vice whispered “Just sayin the shit they say on all those pornos we watched…”. I covered the bark of laughter I wsnted to let loose by playing up the RP we’d fallen into, nodding and saying out loud. “yeah cocksucker, if you ever want to join my boy and me as another son and brother, you’d best listen to him and me, and be the best whore ever… cause this is exactly where you want to be, am I right? AM I RIGHT??” He briefly pulled off of Vice and said “Fuck yes! Fuck I want to join your family of boys!”. Soon, Vice pulled his cock from Zar’s mouth and standing offered it to me, so I sucked him while I continued pounding hole. I switched Zar onto his back and we shared Vice’s tool between our mouths, then Vice sat on Zar’s face while I commanded him to “Rim that straight ass…” before sucking Vice down my throat. Then Vice pulled away, turned around and got on his knees facing away from me, dropping his hard tool into Zar’s panting mouth and offering me his beautiful ass to eat. “That’s my good boy, giving me his hairy straight ass to eat… That straight ass is mine, isn’t it boy?” “Yes, Daddy! Its yours! Tongue my hole!” While I was super turned on, I have to admit the professional actor in me was thinking, “Damn, the kid’s good, he should consider the Stage…” After a few minutes of this Vice stood (having whispered something to Zar) and came around behind me, dropped and started eating my hole with gusto. “Do it bro,” Zar hissed. “Get Daddy’s hole ready for me!” I thought I heard a bit of a stir from the crowd we had watching, they were totally caught up in our Role Play. Vice tongued me violently as I continued to slam my cock into Zar, until with a roar, I blew a load up his incredibly talented hole. After a minute or so of me catching my breath, I said “Okay, Daddy’s ready boy, prove you are worthy!” I sucked his long thin white cock with the really big P.A. for a minute or two, then stood, grabbed the railings on either side of the stair I was facing and bent my self over while standing. I could see through my legs that Zar was lubing that cock of his up while he tongued my ass a bit. Vice moved around toward my head, and once Zar had inserted the metal piercing and he head of his cock and began sliding into me, Vice got under me and sucked my cock into his mouth getting me hard again! Those watching were groaning and murmuring almost as much as we three were. Vice then got up again and moved back around Zar while lubing his big tool and then pushing it hard into Zar starting us into a threeway standing fuck. Zar was nearly screaming “Yeah, fuck me straight bro, fuck me!” We eventually all sank to our knees where we continued the fuck and Vice’s wrapping his arms around Zar and yanking and tugging at the skinhead’s pierced nipples sent Zar over the edge and unloading into me while a minute or two later, with a “FUCK YEAH”, Vice unloaded in Zar. While panting like dogs on a hundred degree day, we all rolled into a sitting position on the towel while the guys watching hooted and clapped. “Thank you, thank you” I proclaimed in my “traimed theater voice. “Our show is now over. Please go fuck yourselves – in only the best ways possible!” That triggered an actual group laugh and those watching scattered back to their own sexual adventures. “So, guys,” I said. “That was one for the books. Well, Zar, does that make up for a couple of years of us NOT hooking up?” “Damn straight it does,” Zar replied, while Vice snarked “Watch who you’re calling a damn straight…” which just made Zar and I bust out laughing. “Gotta say that was wickie hawt.” Vice continued. “Never thought I’d been part of something like that – you two had me on fire!” “Pleased to be of service,” I replied, holding my hand out to Lou – who appeared out of the shadows somewhere – so that he could help me up. “My goodness,” Lou gushed while bro hugging Vice. “Untapped depths, Yo, untapped depths. Impressed.” Vice just smiled back while we all went to clean up a bit before starting up more adventures – it was barely past midnight, so much more to do!!!

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

Way to start! More, please?

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

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

“DAMN! You got a ass like a bitch!!!”

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

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

I 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.

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

Gavin here, I am tall, very good looking and have a big dick. I cum a lot and have no problem getting guys to let me fuck them and cum deep inside them but I like taking virgin hole especially if they don't want it. I had my eye on this young guy who moved to the city a few weeks ago. He was cute, tight and had a hot bubble butt on him. Max was all of 5'7 135 white, blonde with brown eyes. He was all of 20 and wanted to try a new city. I had over heard him talking to a girl that who must have been his friend or sister that he was having a hard time meeting people and fitting in. She told him he had always been shy and he should try to break that and hang out with her and some of her friends soon. I text a buddy of mine, 25 5'11 white dude that I needed his help. Danny text me back and said anything you need bud. I text him all about Max my new mark and told him he needed to befriend him and get him to hang out. Danny text back and Said sure, I gave him all the details and even text a picture of Max so he knew who he was going after. Danny started hanging out at the store where Max worked and they hit it off. Went to the movies a few times and even went out dancing and met some girls. Danny made sure Max did not get any number but they flirted hard and Danny always gave the girls his number. May would ask if the girls ever wanted to hang out and Danny would explain he told them he was not into it if Max his new bud could not come along. Max thought that was great and felt closer to his new bud. He had only ever had one other guy who was a friend like this in junior high but he moved a year after they met. Danny kept me posted on how close they were getting and I text him that it was time. Danny agreed, Max completely trusted him at this point. He told Max to meet him at gym at 3 PM on his day off but to wait for him out front. Danny walked up around 3:10 and greeted Max. Max had his gym bag and thought they were going to work out. Danny told him to follow him, we will come back in a little while. They walked two blocks and ended up at Danny Flat. Danny did not say a word and walked right in and Max followed. Danny asked Max if he like video games and Max said sure. Danny pointed to the couch and went into the kitchen made them both a drink. Max had the blue glass with some G and Danny just straight juice. He handed Max his drink and told him to chug and they both did. Danny grabbed it and went back to the kitchen and told Max the he beat him this time but they were going to do the best two out of three and this time Danny won. One more round and he let Max win. Max sat down a little light headed. He said, I think I drink that too fast. I feel weird, Danny said fuck dude just lay your head back a minute and you will regain yourself. Max did but his eyes felt so heavy and before he know it they just closed. Danny text Gavin and was there in five minutes. He was just down the street waiting for the text, He walked in and told Danny to grab the kids arm and they lifted him and took him into the bathroom and undressed his little body and they were both surprised the kid was packing a big 9" dick. They looked at each other and said fuck, what a same that dick is gonna go to waste. This little fucker is a true bottom or will be soon. Max was straight and had never even thought of having sex with a guy but that did not matter anymore. They put him in the shower and propped him up and cleaned him out and the boy uttered inaudible noises and then they took him to the far bedroom. The room had it's own entrance from the outside and a small twin bed with a low headboard in the middle of the room facing to door to the hall way. They lowered Max on the bed and placed his chest on the material of the headboard and tied his hands behind his back, placed restraints on his knees and tied them to the headboard and then connected restraints to his hands and then attached them to the restraints on his knees. They left him there with a video on him. Danny kept an eye on the video and Gavin left. An hour later Danny text Gavin and up popped a video of the kid struggling to get loose from his restrained self. Text received by Danny, "little fucker has some fight." The video showed Max tugging and trying to get loose and swearing and angry. He was so hot like that. Danny had slipped in the room from the outside and slipped a blindfold then text me that Max was ready. He left the room and I entered and got up on the bed behind the boy and ran a hand on his ass, he tried to pull away and told Gavin not to fucking touch him but Gavin never moved his hand. While the kid was struggling to get away he put the other hand on his left ass cheek and spread them apart so he could see that sweet little fuck hole and he blew on it. That little pucker winked at Gavin, all the while the kid was begging him to stop and then Gavin lightly licked this kids hole and he was saying stop but was not pulling away. Gavin worked that little boy pussy with his tongue and soon the kid was moaning and loving it. He grabbed his phone and came up for air and text Danny to come back in then went back to eating that boys cunt. Danny came back in and started rubbing the kids chest and Max went silent and tensed up but then started to moan even louder. Danny had done this before so he knew to start encouraging Max. Good boy he said as he whispered in his ear, Max tried to ignore him but then he started to kiss his neck. Max tensed up but Gavin tongue fucked him for a minute and he relaxed and Danny moved to right in front of Max and kissed him and stayed there till Max took Danny's tongue in his mouth. Danny and Max made out while he moaned and soon Gavin stopped eating the kids hole and lubed it up. Then his dick while Danny kept making out with him and then Danny broke the kiss and stood back while Gavin inched the head of his dick against that little fuck hole, Max realized what was about to happen and said no fucking way, get the fuck away you fag and as he started to say fag Gavin slowly pressed his dick against that tight little ass hole and the kid started to pant and scream as his hole spread for Gavin's big dick. Gavin had a thick 8.5 in check with a fat head. He was 6'1 180 white and modeled. Max began to really struggle to take that big dick and begged Gavin to stop and then began to cry as Gavin slowly pressed his dick now half way in. Gavin pulled out and slide back in and the boy got louder and the first words from Gavin were Shut the fuck up you whore, you have been parading that ass around begging to get fucked and not that you are you are such a fucking sissy. Gavin leaned in and pressed his dick slowly in the boy and smacked his head while he did it. Even with the blindfold on tears were running down Max's face and Gavin began to long fuck him. Please stop, it hurts too much. Fucker Gavin said once you open up you will be begging us to fuck you. I can't please for another three minutes and then Gavin shoved his dick in and held it there and said fucking whore, you feel me cumming in you. You are a terrible fuck but you still got me off. You will get better boy! Gavin stayed in the kid and fucked him for another ten minutes and the kid started to open up some and shot another load in him. He pulled out and got up and slapped the kids ass and said that is a good start fucker and got dressed and left. He text Danny it was his turn and that he would be back in an hour to take the kid and had invited some buds. Invite David over if you want, he always like to clean up and virgin after his cherry is busted. Danny took a picture of Max's wrecked cunt with pink juice running out of it and shot it to David and then climbed up and started fucking the kid with his average girth 8" dick. Max's ass was so wet and cummy that it did not take Danny long to cum and after he pulled out he got up and Max asked him to let him go and Danny said boy you have a lot more fun tonight and walked out of the room. He watched the video and the boy started to cry again and his head slumped down, He stayed like that for five minutes and David let himself in and got up behind the kid and started to lick his sloppy cunt and eat that loosened up hole. Danny watched as the boy got cleaned up and he started to moan again, Danny slipped back in and started feeding the kid poppers while David tongue fucked the kid. I stepped back to see him work and told him to show me that cunt and David pulled off and spread that torn up little cunt and it was so clean, no cum or blood in site. David got up and went and knelt down in front of Max and started to kiss him as Danny fingered and played with that boy cunt. Danny slide one, then two fingers and finally three inside the boy while he kissed David. Then David unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Told the boy to open wide and slide his dick inside the boys mouth. David was not hung 7" pretty thin but lots of forskin. He fucked the kids mouth and the kid gagged on his dick and then he grabbed the kids head and held it while he shot down his throat. The kid coughed and tried to pull way but David held him there. Then David pulled his dick out and shoved his fingers in three of them just like his ass. Max gagged as David encouraged Danny to go deeper. Then he pulled them out and held four fingers up. Danny pulled his out and got some lube just under then bed and lubed them up and they both worked four fingers in the boy from opposite ends. He gagged and bucked but eventually he had four fingers down this throat and all the way up his ass. David was hard again and stuck his dick back in the boys mouth while Danny finger fucked the kid. David did not last long and just ass he shot another load in the kids throat Danny pulled out from finger fucking the kid and shoved hid cock in and came inside the boy. David kissed Max again and then whispered in his ear, take lots of cum boy I will be back to eat your cunt later. Danny and David both left opposite doors and Max was left there to rest.

Part 1 - The Setup So, a few weeks ago I ended up meeting a couple in the gym who’d I’d chatted too literally years’ ago. I hadn’t seen them when I working out, I was in my own little gym zone doing splits on the treadmill and after about 10 rounds was absolutely dripping in sweat. I hit the showers and then the sauna which I had for myself for about 3 seconds before one of the guys comes in. He sits opposite me and introduces himself, but in a really odd way, like he was sounding me out rather than actually introducing himself - just an odd vibe. He asked about my programme and then about how often I came to the gym and got a bit closer to me before his partner comes in - kisses him on the lips and sits right next to me. The original guy asks if I remember them and I honestly don’t - which makes them laugh. The guy next to me jokingly put his hand on my knee and didn’t move it. Only a few seconds pass but the tension made it feel like minutes. The guy with his hand on my knee leans in and whispers, ‘we’d still like to fuck you…you never gave it up so you owe us’ I was straining hard and the original guy (Kem) notices and nods to his husband (John) who moves his hand up and under my towel. He grabs my cage and looks momentarily stunned (like just for a second) before asking if I’d like to sit on their dicks. Obviously I say yes and he smiles and gently kisses me. The door opens with a few other guys about to come in so we all reset and they both leave. I follow but the showers were super busy all of a sudden so just jumped in a cubicle and cooled off. I looked for them both in the changing rooms but they were at the other end from my locker so I ended up just getting ready and leaving. As soon as I got outside I get a text from Kem who said they had recognised me as soon as I’d got on the treadmill as someone they thought had ‘got away’ - that we had been chatting before the pandemic and was supposed to have got fucked by them. They’d basically waited for me to finish my workout before setting up the sauna meet. They wanted to get another look at me. As soon as I got the text I re-read the whole message history and it was hot! He said I owed them my ass and sent a video of him fucking a cum-filled twink. I have the video and it was clear that the boy had been filled! Like, with a lot. In my caged up headspace I just reply with ‘yes’ and a few new videos of me showing off in my runners singlet and a thong. We end up ramping up the sex chat for the next hour or so and I’m basically a mental wreck…in my ass-focussed headspace I probably would have travelled to Scotland to get fucked by them, so I ask if they wanted my ass that day. Kem says ‘no, but I like the energy’ - he wants it to be special after waiting so long and asks if I’m free the following weekend to come to a party. It would be them and about 5 of their friends. Something they like to do once a month - he says it’s very chill, no pressure, but I would be naked, and I would get fucked...a lot. His exact text ended with: “Your caged-up body will get all the cum we can give it. Promise. Yeah. John told me. Wear it on Saturday 😈” I was so fucking horny it was such an easy sell to my brain that I said ‘yes’ without a single thought other than ‘fuck yes’. For the first time in ever my ass twitched before my cock did…that was a seriously weird sensation. Like being horny in an entirely different part of your body for the first time is a little startling. My cock strained a few seconds later, but I think I felt what it must be like to be nothing more than a hole, first time experiencing it that way before. Kem texts back a picture of his dick - rigid and the following words: ‘good fucking boy - don’t disappoint us ❤️’

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

Great start! I am looking forward to more!

I would have been in pig heaven

When I first started on prep I was sent to a doctor who did HIV care exclusively and the waiting room was filled with gay men. Many were chatting with each other which lead me to believe they all know each other. I got called in and was interviewed by a hot male nurse about my sexual habits, likes and dislikes, promiscuity, recent encounters, places I frequent, etc. I think the more I spoke, the more he got turned on and wanted to know more. Finally after about 45 minutes the interview was done and the doctor came in and saw me. He went over some of the information, talked to me about routine testing and follow up and prescribed my PREP treatment and I left. About a month later I was out at a club, it was late, like 1:45am and low and behold I get cornered by the nurse, who at this time was a little drunk. He told me how turned on he got about all the stuff I do and have done and told me I should call him because I'm just his kind of guy. We started talking and ended up going to his place and I let him have his way with me. After that, he made sure to check me in for follow up visits and I'd suck his dick once we got into the exam room. We hooked up a few times after that outside of the clinic but he was a whore and constantly looking for new action, but I still sucked his dick every time I went in for a follow-up. A year later I changed insurance and no longer went to that clinic.

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!