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I’m guessing you haven’t spent much time in Manchester, then…? When news leaks out that a top has arrived in town, he’s devoured like a Snickers bar thrown over the wall of a fat camp.

This will be a 'slow burn'... Stick with me here... “Hey, Mr. Smith!” I turned from loading my van to see Dan, the neighbour lad from 2 doors down. He’d evidently been working out in their garage and was now shirtless in the garden, showing off his defined torso. Dan is recently turned 18, and although I know his parents well enough their strongly religious lifestyle inevitably led to a cordial distance between us. I’d noticed over the past year or so, and especially since his birthday party earlier this month, Dan increasingly showing off his developing body. Last summer he’d exercised in the garden wearing only shorts, and now it was spring he was doing his warm-up and cool-down outside similarly dressed. It was impossible not to notice – the fences are low and my home office has a view of all the close-by gardens. I have to admit, I’d watched a few times last summer, even though he was definitely Forbidden Fruit. He’s about 5’9” and rapidly losing his puppy-fat to muscle. His short, curly strawberry-blond hair and ice-blue eyes gave away his parent’s Nordic origins. “Hi, Dan! You’ve been working out again, I see.” “Yeah, gotta keep it up if I’m going to get on the gym team at college.” “Well, looks like you’re doing well.” As much as I wanted to leap the fences and ravish this innocent beauty, I needed to get on before the dump closed. “Good luck with getting on the team.” I turned back to my task at hand, but a few moments later Dan appeared at the back gate, “Do you need a hand with that?” Thankfully, he’d put a t-shirt on. “Erm… Won’t your parents be worried?” It was a gambit – he and his younger brother and sister were cosseted by their parents, especially the mother, and I genuinely worried about their reaction to him talking to me like this. Across two garden fences is one thing, but face to face…? “They’ve taken Tom and Sarah to our grandparents’.” He picked up a box and loaded in into the van where I was stood. I stowed it, and we finished the job in double time. Dan was looking a bit edgy on the way back from the dump. The atmosphere in the cab, filled with sweat and musk, was a getting tensely electric. “Erm… Mr Smith…” “I think you can call me ‘John’ now. Or do you want me to call you ‘Mr. Olsen’?” I looked at him and raised my brows. “OK… John… Can I ask you something?” “Anything… But I might not answer.” I winked at him and he smiled. “Your tattoos… Didn’t they hurt?” Maybe I should explain – I’m heavily inked. In fact, the only part of me not tattooed is my face. “Not really. And anyway, it only lasts a few hours at a time.” “Oh… How many do you have?” “Well,” we’d got back at my garden and I hopped out to open the gates, “that depends how you count them, I suppose. I’d say one, but it wasn’t all done at the same time.” He took a while to think that through while I parked up in the garden. “Can I have a closer look?” “Well, I suppose so. Do you want to come in for a drink? To say ‘thanks’ for your help.” We headed in and I grabbed some cans of coke before leading him to the den. “There’s just one thing…” I regretted saying that immediately, “but I suppose we can overlook that… Make yourself at home.” He flopped onto the large, leather covered bean bag and hauled his t-shirt off. I say across from him on the low sofa and started hauling my boots off. “What thing?” he asked. “Well, usually this is a naked house.” He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated, “Most of the time, I don’t wear any clothes at home.” “Oh, that’s cool.” He proceeded to kick off his running shoes and strip the tight shorts off. I hesitated, but stripped myself – after all, he wanted to see ALL my tattoos. I couldn’t help but notice when his semi-hard cock bobbed out of his shorts. He had a well proportioned, uncut piece – it would probably rival my own uncut, fat 8-1/2”-er. After a few moments, we were sat again facing each other, only a few feet apart. He was trying (without much success) to hide his manhood. I pulled a joint out of a box on the side table, then thought, “You don’t mind?” I wiggled to spliff. “It’s your house, Mr. Smith.” “So it it, Mr. Olsen.” I gave him a pouty smile and lit the smoke. “Sorry… John. Er… So how long did all those take?” He was staring, wide eyed, but having difficulty avoiding my cock which was, unsurprisingly, slowly waking up. “From the start? Twenty years. But since I decided to get fully covered… I’ve been going every few weeks for the last year and a half. There’s some details left to fill in but I’m almost finished.” “Wow… Can… Can I feel one?” “Of course.” He was clearly conflicted, but the twitch in his cock when he asked, and again when I agreed gave him away. When he didn’t move, I moved forward and knelt in front of him, taking his hand (the one not trying to cover his growing erection) and moving it to my chest. He pulled away briefly when he made contact, then raised his hand again and traced over some the lines. “I thought they’d be like… I dunno… Scars…?” he stroked more of my chest until his hand was flat against my skin. “Well, I’ve got a couple like that, but it’s a different technique. They cut the design into your skin and rub the pigment in. That DOES hurt. But mostly it’s needles which don’t really hurt at all.” I turned to show him the two welted designs on my shoulder blades, and he ran his fingers over them. Both hands, this time. When I turned back to him, he carried on feeling my chest and arms with both hands and I could clearly see his almost fully hard cock standing proud. There was a glistening pool of precum in the well made by his foreskin. For my part, I was losing the fight with my own hard-on as his hands traced the tattoos down my belly. “Shit! You’ve got tattoos on your willy… And what’s that…?” he was staring at the metal ball visible where my foreskin opened. I was wearing my PA-keeper – a short curved bar with a ball just on the slit and one still hidden by my foreskin where the piercing came out next to my frenum. “It’s a piercing called a Prince Albert.” You can touch it, if you want. He stared for a while before slowly reaching with an index finger. My cock twitched when he finally touched the metal and he flinched away, sitting back hard on the beanbag. I thought for a moment, then said, “Can I touch you?” He looked at me askance so I continued, “You’ve been feeling my chest… Do you mind if I feel yours? You’ve been working so hard on your muscle definition.” That definitely seemed to shift his thoughts and he relaxed, smiling and nodding at me. I reached out with one hand and stroked his developing pectorals and abdominals, ignoring the fact his cock brushed on the back of my hand. “Keep your routine up and you’re going to have a great body.” I withdrew and sat back, but still on the floor in front of him. I reached behind and relit the joint from the ashtray, taking a deep draw and idly letting the exhaled smoke drift in his direction. “Mum would go through the roof if she knew I was here.” “Well, I’m not going to tell her. Look, anything you say or do here is just between us. I don’t judge, or tell people how to act. Be yourself, or who you want to be, I don’t care.” I drained my coke and dropped the spliff in the ashtray before heading to the kitchen. When I returned with two cans of beer, Dan was gingerly puffing on the smoke, coughing a little but not too much and as soon as he saw me, he threw it in the ashtray. I offered him the beer saying with a smile, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” We sat in silence while I finished the spliff and he sipped slowly at his beer. He’d either forgotten about his erection, or simply given up trying to hide. I never make an effort to hide mine, and he could hardly keep his eyes off it. “What is the tattoo on your willy?” I couldn’t help laughing, and he coloured almost beetroot. “Sorry… I haven’t heard it called a willy since I was a kid.” “Wha… What should I call it?” “Whatever you like. I say ‘cock’ or ‘dick’, or any number of other names. But why don’t you take a closer look and see what the design is for yourself…” The pool of precum overflowed his foreskin as he leant forward. The little bit of spliff and beer had clearly softened his inhibitions as he reached out and ran a finger along my shaft. “Are they tadpoles?” I grinned at that – there’s a stream of tattooed sperm flowing over my scrotum and up the length of my cock. “Well, not really. They’re sperm, but they look similar in a tattoo.” He had his fingers around my shaft so I figured I could touch him and reached down to scoop up the leaking precum. He didn’t seem to notice, he was fixated on my cock and its tattoos. He suddenly looked up at me, pinning my gaze with those eyes of his, “I… Errmm… I never touched another man’s willy… Uh... Cock… Before… I only touch mine to wee… But sometimes I wake up all wet…” He looked seriously worried and embarrassed and it seemed like he was crying when he dropped his head. I lifted his head and drew him close into a hug. He threw his arms around me and held tight, shaking as he sobbed into my shoulder. I just held him – he was having some kind of revelation, and I reckon I knew exactly what it was.

I'm a free-use cum dump who loves to get a sleazy motel room and host anonymous tops ass-up and blindfolded. Whenever I'm not doing that, I'm looking for a one-on-one hookup through one of the several apps I use - BBRT, Grindr, Sniffies, A4A, the list goes on. I have never been picked up in a random location before - but that changed recently. I was at a housewarming party last weekend in one of those big suburban McMansions where the mortgage payment is so high the owners can't afford furniture to fill all the rooms. As usual most people gathered in the open-concept 'great room', where the kitchen island was buried under a massive assortment of wine and liquor bottles. A couple that I'm friends with knew the owners and invited me to tag along, but besides them I could count only two or three of the twenty-some guests as acquaintances. Some of my friends know that I'm into both men and women - I like to say that I bottom for penises and top for vaginas - but none of them know just how much of a cum- and bug-chasing slut I am. The friends I was with that night had no idea about any of it, and in fact my friend's wife had tried to set me up with her ne'er-do-well sister just the week before. I graciously declined. I don't need any kind of significant other getting in the way of the depraved, uninhibited, raw-is-law life that I love so much. But I digress. It was still early in the evening, and my friends had migrated to the far side of the great room where the homeowners were showing off the screen they had installed instead of a fireplace. Apparently no one told them that Netflix has a selection of fireplace videos, none of which require $5,000 to view. I was hovering near the kitchen island, waiting for a chatty couple to move so I could freshen my drink. I absently scanned the crowd looking for other familiar faces when I locked eyes with a guy standing near my friends and the fake fireplace. He was younger than me, about mid-thirties, with a slender build. He nodded and smiled and I nodded in acknowledgement before my attention was drawn away as the couple finally got out of the way. The homeowners couldn't afford a dining table but there was a pricey premium bourbon on the kitchen island, and it was calling my name. I poured three fingers into my glass - hey, it wasn't my money, and besides, I didn't want to have to wade back through a mass of humanity for a while - and stepped away. I milled around for a bit, slowly gravitating toward my friends, who had finished being awed by the homeowner's lack of financial restraint and were mingling with the few other people I knew. Before I could reach them, however, the stranger from across the room stepped into my path. "Hi," he said, extending his hand. I shook it, noting his firm grip. "Hi," I replied. The introvert in me was in full guise and I was at a loss for what to say next. He hadn't shared his name, and I got the sense that he didn't really want to know mine. He leaned in. "This may sound odd, but we've chatted before." I was surprised. I seldom attended house parties, so I had my doubts as to whether that was in fact the case. Perhaps he had mistaken me for someone else. "We have? Where?" He nodded, still leaning close. "On BBRT." I was momentarily taken aback. I protect my identity on all of the sites and apps because, let's face it, there are some weirdos out there. How, then, could he have recognized me? I was intrigued, but had to be careful since my friends had no idea. "Are you sure it was me?" I asked, neither confirming nor denying that I used the site. He smiled in response. "You shared your face pic once," he said. "You didn't have it on the site, so you sent it to me from your email account." In all the years I've been on that site, I only shared my face pic with a handful of guys. Alas for me, something had always gotten in the way that prevented me from meeting with them, no matter how much I wanted to. Each time that I missed out was a bitter disappointment. Why? Because the one thing that made me throw caution to the wind, the one thing that prompted me to eagerly send a guy my face pic, was a BBRT status of 'Positive' rather than 'Undetectable'. A shiver of excitement coursed down my spine at the realization. "So you're -" I stammered, unable to finish articulating the thought. But he knew what I meant. "Yup," he said with a grin. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. My cock was getting hard in my pants but I was unsure how to proceed. I was used to not seeing the guys who were using me, or showing up at someone's house or hotel room ready to get right down to it. Talking to a real live person felt very different, and to my chagrin it apparently made me bashful. Fortunately, he filled the silence. "Let's get out of here." It was all I could do to keep my feet from walking straight out the front door. But I was there with my friends, and they were my ride. How could I ever explain to them that I was going to leave with a random stranger, and so early in the evening? Embarrassed yet suddenly very horny, I explained my situation. "Okay then," he responded with a sly grin, "let's sneak upstairs. This house does have five bedrooms, after all." Five bedrooms for a childless couple seemed like overkill, but in the moment I was grateful for their avarice. The house had a home office on the main level, so how often would they ever go into any of the other bedrooms? My nerves were on edge with excitement. I finished my drink in one big swig, then nodded. He led the way to the back stairs, out of view of the party hosts and their guests, We tiptoed up the stairs, my pulse pounding in my ears the entire time. At the top of the stairs we passed an open door to what was obviously the couple's bedroom. It seemed to be the only room besides the home office that was fully furnished! The hallway ran the length of the house, terminating at a door to the attic space above the three-car garage that served as the fifth bedroom. A quick check revealed that the couple had installed a billiards table and several old-school arcade games in the massive room, so we backtracked to the smallest of the other rooms. Stepping inside, we discovered to our surprise that it contained a walk-in closet. He closed and locked the bedroom door, then led me inside the closet, which he also closed and locked. The sound of music from the party reverberated reassuringly through the floor. As long as no one walked in, no one would know we were there - or what we were doing. It was at that point that I realized with horror that not only was I not cleaned out, but I had no lube. "I don't care," he declared. "We'll make it work." We shed our clothes quickly, tossing them in two separate piles on the carpeted closet floor. He lowered his boxers slowly, revealing a small biohazard tattoo on his abdomen just above and to the left of his cock. And what a cock! It was cut and smooth, about seven and a half inches long and very girthy. I found myself hoping that my years of being a cum dumpster had stretched my hole enough to take this massive shaft with just spit! I suddenly found myself on my hands and knees as he knelt behind me. His tongue found my hole and began exploring, darting in and out while he sucked and slurped and made me as slick as he could. Once he was satisfied that I was ready he stepped in front of me, grasping my head with both hands and fucking my mouth roughly, forcing that huge sausage down my throat as deep as it would go. I gagged and coughed and covered his shaft with thick, slippery saliva, vaguely aware that some was also dripping from my chin onto the carpet. I didn't care. As his hips thrust back and forth my gaze scarcely strayed from his tattoo. At last he was ready. He pushed me back onto my hands and knees as he got behind me. He paid a little more lingual attention to my back door before I felt the tip of his cock pressing against it. "Uhn," I involuntarily reacted as the tip popped inside me. He didn't stop, instead sliding the entire length of his cock into my guts. My hole spasmed in protest, but the saliva had done the trick; it felt as though we were using lube. Soon he was sliding in and out of me with relative ease, though with each thrust inward it felt as though I was being impaled by an elephant. I forced myself to relax, and soon got into the rhythm. I relished having that big cock in my ass, and I was especially euphoric at the thought that I would finally get the poz load I had been craving. Any nervousness we may have felt at the idea of being caught melted away as we settled into what turned out to be a fantastic fuck. His cock hit my prostate just right with each thrust, causing the precum to flow freely and drip onto the carpet. We tried to be as quiet as we could despite the music downstairs, but the occasional moan and groan escaped our lips and added to the heat of the situation. "You want this poz load?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "Fuck yeah," I replied. "Give it to me!" Only a few seconds passed before his grip on my hips tightened and I felt the first telltale jerks of his cock. He thrust as deeply as he could, making sure that he pumped every toxic drop so deep into my guts that it wouldn't escape. "FUCK yeah!" he said, perhaps a little too loudly. "I knew I had to have that ass." I felt his cock soften in my hole, but he didn't withdraw it. He remained behind me, panting. I felt a drip of sweat from his forehead fall onto my ass. Then, he began fucking me again. "Get ready for load number two," he told me. "The second one comes quicker." Sure enough, after a few more minutes of pounding my hole he unleashed a second wad of cum deep in my bowels. Spent at last, he slowly slid out. "Oops," he said with a slight chuckle. I turned to look. Not only was there a wet patch of my precum on the carpet, a little further back was a small brown stain. "Fuck," I said, clenching my fists. I always pride myself on my internal hygiene for precisely that reason. Yet he didn't seem to care. He used his boxers to wipe off his cock, then pulled on his pants commando-style. I dressed as well, conscious of the wet spot in my underwear that threatened to soak through my pants. Dressed at last, we exited the closet and then the bedroom, sneaking back down the rear stairs. Just before we descended, he stepped into the couple's bedroom. I watched from the hall as he walked over to their laundry basket and stuffed his boxers into it, making sure to hide them under a few other articles of closing. "Do you think she'll wonder how he got shit on his boxers, or will he wonder where another man's underwear came from?" he said with a low, almost sinister laugh. Without another word he crossed to the hallway and went down the stairs ahead of me, checking to make sure the coast was clear before motioning for me to follow him. As I entered the kitchen my friends were standing at the island, pouring themselves another drink. "One more and then we're going to head out," my friend told me. "We have an early tee time tomorrow." He motioned to indicate the male of the host couple. "You also have an early appointment tomorrow," whispered my new friend as he discreetly slipped a card into my back pocket. "My place, nine a.m. We're gonna fuck every day, at least until you test positive. And probably a lot longer." I couldn't help but grin at the prospect of getting bred daily by his toxic cock. "I'll make sure to clean out next time," I replied with a wink. The next afternoon I spoke with my friend on his way home from the golf course. I, of course, had another poz load brewing deep inside me. "Funniest thing," he said as he described his outing. "they just moved in and apparently the upstairs smells like shit. Literally, shit." I feigned surprise. "Seriously?" "Yeah!" he replied. "They looked all through the upstairs and they found a shit stain on the floor in one of their closets. They figure one of the contractor's employees left it after they closed but before they moved in. Can you imagine? They spent all that money, and now she's insisting on replacing the carpet instead of having it cleaned." I didn't care. What I was imagining was another ride on that big cock. I mumbled a response and hung up, eager for another toxic load.

I try to do my duty and fuck as many bottoms as I can. I only have 1 rule: don’t make it complicated. I want to spend my time fucking not texting.

I’ve never been convinced by this. The thing is, most tops are a one shot deal- whether they’re online or in a cruise bar, they generally hook up, unload, and disappear back into real life to get on with other things. Bottoms, on the other hand, just keep on going- the more loads they get, the more they want. So they stay online, always hunting for more- or hang out in the cruise bar/sauna to the bitter end. That’s why at the end of the night it seems like there’s nothing but bottoms. And because bottoms cum less often, they’re always horny, always more willing to chat about sex on sites like this- and that feeds into the illusion that there are more bottoms than tops. I reckon there’s a pretty even split. In fact, if you take guys who self-identify as “straight”, I reckon there are actually far more tops than bottoms out there in the world as a whole.

It was 2006 when I met a fellow fister named Joe, who was 38 years old and lived only 15 minutes up the road from me. Joe being into BDSM, lived alone and had a dedicated playroom outfitted with a sling, fuck bench, restraints, about 20 different size dildos, sounds, Estem device, whips, chastity devices, and even catheters and saline solution for medical play. It was well-equipped, and he liked to use these items. When I first met Joe online, he was very upfront that he was HIV positive and, due to recent work and insurance situations, was not on any medication and that unprotected sex with him would expose one to the virus. In addition, Joe had a zero-gage Prince Albert and told me that condoms would sometimes break, so he didn't even wear them when he was with someone. Joe was also ok with just wrecking each other's holes with our fists and toys, which was perfectly fine with me. Joe was also a heavy precummer when he was fisted. Over the year that we had been playing, I had become comfortable, after some online research on HIV, to sucking Joe's cock, tasting that salty load that would leak from his cock for hours as I worked my fist up to the forearm in his hole. On this particular night, Joe wanted to know if I could try to get elbow deep, and since it was a Saturday evening, I knew we could play well into the night. So as soon as I arrived, I slipped into my jock strap and black Army leather boots that I always liked to wear when we would play. Then, Joe dawned his leather jockstrap, laced up his wrestling boots, and climbed into the sling. After nearly two hours, lots of Jlube Joe's assed opened up, and he latterly sucked my arm up his ass into his guts right to the elbow. Precum flowed from the head of his cock for almost the entire two-hour session. It was so salty, and I loved it. Finally, after I had hit the magic spot up in Joe's ass, he was ready for a break. Joe climbed out of the sling and had to rest for a bit before he could work his magic on my hole. After about thirty minutes, Joe told me to hop into the sling, and he wanted to work my hole good. After almost 30 minutes of working my hole with toys, he moved his fingers inside me. At first, it was three, then four, and eventually, he was past the knuckles for all five fingers. Finally, after nearly an hour after starting with his fingers and several hit of poppers, Joe was up to his wrist in my hole. Though I wasn't the heavy precummer that Joe was, I did have a nice glaze of precum over the tip of my cock. At this point, Joe wanted to know if he could tie up my cock and balls and edge me while working my hole with his fist. After an hour of Joe fisting me and edging my cock Joe reached up and began to play with my nipples as well. At one point, Joe stood beside me in the sling, and as he alternated between my cock and nipples, I reached over and stroked his hard-pierced cock as precum oozed from it. Joe finally moved back down to the foot of the sling and concentrated on my ass and cock more. He would fist me sitting down on a stool and then stand up when edging my cock. He did this off and on four or five times. Each time he stood up, I could feel his pierced cock rubbing the outside of my hole, his Prince Albert rubbing against it. I suddenly realized that each time I did, I would push myself further down in the sling, hoping his cock would just slip in. I was still hesitant to say anything out of fear, knowing he was HIV positive. Finally, after the last time he stood up, I felt his pierced cock right inside my hole, and I slid as far down as I could in the sling, hoping it would go in. I then looked into Joe's eyes and saw he also wanted to. I was so hard and ready to explode from the edging session I finally began to beg Joe to fuck me with his cock and begged him to breed me with his poz load. It took only a second, and I could feel Joe's cock deep in my hole. After nearly 30 minutes of pumping my hole with his fat pierced cock Joe told me he was cumming. He then shoved his cock as far into my hole as it would go and began to cum. It felt like he came for almost a full minute, pushing his cock around inside my hole, churning the cum deep inside my hole. After I climbed down out of the sling, I could feel some of Joe's cum running down my ball sack. I reached down and could see his cum was mixed with a tinge of blood which I assumed came about from his piercing and nearly two hours of fisting my hole. After sitting there for about thirty minutes resting, Joe began to tell me he was sorry he let this get out of hand and described to me some things I should look for in case this exposure had given me the virus. I reassured Joe though I may not do this for some time again, I was a grown man and asked him to, and if I did contract HIV it was my decision. Joe and I continued to meet for fisting sessions for at least eight months after that event. Around the eight-month mark, I learned I was HIV positive. At first, I couldn't believe one encounter gave me a lifelong disease. I wish I could say that after learning I was HIV positive that me and Joe had the same intensity that we had that night, but Joe took a job in Florida and moved before we could have that same level of sex as we did that night.

All this time nothing particular has happened but I'm still excited. We went out for drinks in the city (apart from the two of us and some other guys as well). I got a bit happy but not drunk from the drinking. We message daily but no erotic context is included. Just in a friendly basis. There are two interesting points though a)he calls me a word, that it literally means snow-white (but in Greek it could be used for males two since it's an adjective and has gender). He told me that I'm so pale that I deserve a special nickname (truth is I'm too pale and my hair looks almost white, maybe I have indeed a mild albinism) b) we hadn't met for a couple of days I was too busy. I went to his cafe today, early in the morning. He sneaked behind me and hugged me real tight and we stayed like that for some seconds. I hope that implies something but I worry that it doesn't.

As I was late for Two for Tuesdsy, let's make itba Three for Thursdsy! Chapter 59: Room Service We both made sure our cocks weren't hard before returning to the main spa area. The attendant went to his private locker to retrieve some massage oils, a rubber sheet as not to get any oil on the silk sheets. He passed on grabbing any condoms, saying he knew we wouldn't need those. I smiled and said only if a cruel one. He told me I'd be suprised at how many straight guys he's fucked from the spa. Sadly he said most of them preferred safe, but if he saw a guy he'd like to poz, he would stealth them with some altered condoms he had. He them grabbed a bottle of champagn which he said came with the package. He also grabbed a box of chocolate covered strawberries which he said we would eat from each others asses before breeding. We then headed back to my room. Even though it was a luxury hotel, the soundproofing wasn't the best. We could hear my mom moaning and saying fuck me. Let's have our own child between us. Little did mom know what she was asking for. Dad told her he loved his new son, but would love to impregnate her. Based on her moans, he apparently began to hard and fast telling her she was about to get flooded with his seed. The attendant just looked at me and said, Breeders, ugh. He then suggested we head to the shower. He immediately noticed the shower shot, and said he had no idea he would be getting fucked today, so hadn't cleaned out. I turned on the water, and he said he had a better idea. He exited the shower and retrieved the bottle of champagne telling me to shake it, uncork it and stick it up his ass immediately giving him a champaign douche. He was incredibly clean, and i laid on the shower floor, drinking the champagne as he pushed it from his ass. We then moved to the bed, where he instructed me to lay on my back. He once again started at my head, massaging my temples, and then ear lobes. He then started sucking on my ear lobes, whispering that be wanted my freshly charged seed deep in him. He then began to massage my nipples. He first grabbed one of the strawberries, and sucked the chocolate off of it. He then took the strawberry and rubbed it around my nipples. He was already starting to pre cim and dabbed it on thevstrawberry, and put it in his mouth where i ate it out of. He wasn't rough, but my cock got even harder. He then started to rub oil onto my cock, but said it would be his ass massaging it. He then got on top and furiously rode my cock. He enjoyed it, and I had to remind him to be quiet. After I loaded his ass, he grabbed a stainless steel butt plug, telling me he wanted my seed to soak into him. It was getting close to dinner, and I told him my parents would likely be wanting him to join them. He said he worked until 9, but if I wanted, he'd come back for a creamy desert after if I wanted. I said definitely, but bring another bottle of champagne to make sure I was cleaned out. He smiled and said I'd need it before I got one of his best massages, a prostrate massage.

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.

2. Growing Pains The second clip was more professional, close to studio in the way it was edited. Seated on a couch was Klaus and the boy who was the centre piece of the first clip. His hair was in a bun and spotted hints of facial hair. It took a while for me to recognize him. He really looked like a sweet guy. Definitely my type. Klaus called him Cameron. From the mirror, Ludvig behind the camera. Klaus lit up a pipe, holding his breathe before kissing Cameron, exhaling the smoke. In addition to the clouds formed, Klaus's face was still hidden from the cap he had on. They did this for a while before the clip cut to Cameron in a room, undressing himself to put on a jock. The jock I had worn last night. It was cleaner. He put on knee length socks, a pair of split shorts and a tanktop. The next cut was him walking into an abandoned complex, probably what was once a community gym. He entered the locker and Klaus seated, legs apart on a bench with a tight golf polo on paired with chino shorts that hemmed right up the knee. His thighs were massive. What Ludvig had for arms, Klaus had in legs. I now saw his face. A sharp jaw, thin lips with a chiseled nose. His hazel eyes cradled his symmetrical brows. Overall, he was cleanly shaved with little stubble. If any, it was what defined his jaw. He was younger than Ludvig. Klaus spoke, saying how Cameron's late for his training. It looked like an athletic jock themed porno was about to begin. I had to give props to their dedication. "Sorry, coach. Was nervous to have this private one on ones.." "About that, it's no longer one on one. Some pals of mine from that conference a while back are here to help. Fellas?" On the other side, close to the communal shower, 5 men entered from the hallway. They were more or less around Klaus' age, around early 40s. Like him, they were fit and wore different kinds of athletic attire. Tracksuits, crop tops, polos, baseball caps. Each wore an outfit to show their seniority. They were muscular and definitely more athletic than most men. With only a glance and a nod from Klaus, the men ambushed Cameron, pulling him onto the bench, arms and legs tied to each end in a bright red paracord with barely any resistance. The men were quick and careful in their knots, mounting him to only half of the bench, ass lifted up, and his torso leaning down, faced to the floor. Klaus fingered his hole, slapping it and playing with his jock, pulling and snapping it. Then, one of the men approached with a bag of white shards. He grabbed the boy's mouth apart to have his fingers soak to coat with the substance. Pushing his index finger in Cameron's hole right after, his first moans for the night came out. Cheers from the other man came around mixed with encouragement and praises of how he was a good player. While his hole was brewing and slowly igniting the pig in him, Klaus and the other coaches were making themselves comfortable. One stood right in front Cameron, staring down at him and some leaned onto the wall of lockers, acting only as watchers. Klaus disappeared for a moment and returned with a suitcase that revealed wooden paddles ranging in sizes. By now, Cameron's breathing grew heavier and louder. Animalistic as intended. "Training starts now, boy." The smallest paddle was used first. Then it got bigger. Much to my surprise, Cameron took the first 3 with little difficulty, even with his ass cheeks turning red. Only yeahs that were reciprocating the cheers of the men around him. There were 2 more. The second last one gave him a scream. "Can you take it boy?" Cameron shouted Yes, with full confidence. Klaus continued for another 8 times only seconds in between. Cameron's face got red, tears slowly falling. He persisted. "You're doing well aren't you? Ready to level up?" Again he proudly exclaimed his agreement, even if sounded like he was about to cry. The largest paddle was passed through the crowd, reaching Klaus who thoroughly inspected it. He slowly placed it onto Cameron's cheeks, gauging the distance of the gap in between before telling him to get ready. Cameron adjusted his legs higher as he could through the restraints, hole further exposed for everyone to see. It was blooming in between the cheeks that were red and rosy. Without any warning, Klaus went straight to it. The pitch in his scream increased higher than I expected. It almost sounded like a squeal. The men seemed to enjoy this sound coming out from him. "There's the pig we want. You've done exceptional. We're all proud of you." Cameron could only shiver in the aftermath of those paddles with an excitement of accomplishment. His sweat made the tanktop he had on damp and wet, causing one of the men to turn it over his head, chest now exposed. The same man then opened a locker to pass Klaus a small box. The second act was about to commence. In it were two metal clips that were strung by a chain. There were also steel orbs with hooks. The man who had passed the box was now pinching Cameron's tits, twisting it and pulling it like harp, causing Cameron to moan in a state of both pain and pleasure. Before latching it, Klaus gave the clips a few licks to properly lubricate it. Letting go of the fulcrum, Cameron screamed again. The other men took turns pulling the chain, placing different number of orbs to weigh the clips down. Cameron's lust filled agony continued. When the clips were taken off, Cameron could only beg to have it clipped back. The men laughed. "Looks like we've trained you well huh boy" End clip. *** It was now 9:15 and a tiny spot of precum now formed on my shorts. I should get ready and maybe watch the rest on the way. The weather was not as chilly as I thought it'd be and I didn't want to layer much. Feeling a bit adventurous, I went commando and put on a pair of jeans with a white tee and a heavy hoodie over me. I regret not being able to watch the last clips in one setting. It was hard to not have someone look at your screen in the streetcar. It was also harder to try and keep my boner down during the entire trip. I could only skip parts of the clips as I stood close to the handicap seat where there were less people. 3. Smoke and Mirrors The third clip was the shortest and was perhaps the weirdest. It began with a hypnotic spiral before fading into montages of Cameron's transformation. I now realize how old these videos were. Probably more than a decade which is why it was hard to recognize Ludvig. The phones they used still had buttons. Cameron was probably my age then, fit as one could be and a classic jock. His hair was still short. First photo was him taking a mirror selfie, probably to post on craigslist. Next, him in bed with Klaus. After, them smoking. Ludvig now appeared in between. The montages were photos in black and white filter, played to a sort of trance music. A shot of Cameron now spun out, then spit roasted by both men. The photos repeated in flashes, transitioning to the next scene documenting Cameron's body progressing, muscles increasing with cuts of him taking loads from different men. Finally, different shots of hole was shown, ranging from being barely wet to full on loaded. The video ended with Cameron lying on his back, getting "+VE" tattooed on his back, right above his ass. He was also now spotting a thick guiche piercing. His ass had become rounder and firmer over the years. He still had his bun, but with both sides shaved to a fade. As the video concluded, I wonder whether this is what Ludvig had in mind for me? Before I could watch the final clip, I reached my stop. As much as I was still turned on, I was also confused a little, questioning the possibility that I could be Cameron. If I did, I wanted to leave a bigger impression. I wanted to not just fill his shoes but walk in them as my own. I became less horny to continue watching. Rather, I was excited to find my way to where Ludvig was. Once I got out, I made my way across a row of commercial buildings mixed with newly renovated townhouses, slowly turning into the original area that it was with dilapidated apartment buildings and abandoned industrial lofts. Finally, in front of a brutalist tower, I buzzed Apt 24. I got up and thought maybe I still had time to quickly watch the last clip. 4. To New Bonds Usually, I'm impatient when it comes to elevators but I'm glad that I was in an aged building. I skipped through the video as I ascended, each floor beeping in my overhead. Though I didn't catch much, it was essentially Cameron getting gangbanged, in different places and time. In slings, at a motel, even in public. There was also a part in the middle I skipped where Klaus had his arms around him, cuddling close in the bath tub while Ludvig emptied a bottle of pills into the toilet. I reached my floor before I could finish what I watched. The hallway had only 4 doors and the door with 24 was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushing it open to darkness with little light. Ludvig appeared in a black satin robe, leaning in for a hug while he held two glasses. We made our way into the living room where the only source of light was a projector that played a video of Ludvig fucking some guy in a hotel room. As always, the bottom was spun and Ludvig was a stallion. We sat on the couch and clinked our drinks. It tasted bitter, like metal. Similar to what I had before but more. Ludvig then took out some pipes which by I was now no longer reluctant to take. The smoke was thick and sharp. One had to be careful with the fire if not to burn and ruin the taste. Ludvig instructed me how to smoke and even blew some in my mouth. We started to make out from then. "How did you like the videos?" "Didn't get a chance to see the last one but I loved what I've seen so far" "Good. I knew you would. They'll be here later, after midnight maybe" "Klaus and Cameron" "Yep...and maybe some more" I started to feel the rush I had felt again and became excited at the prospect of having a crowd around me. Eyes now wide and dilated, the night had begun. Ludvig was more accommodating tonight, pulling my pants off, smiling at how I had nothing under. He did as much as he could, slurping my cock in his mouth, though it stayed limp. He didn't mind. Soon, my legs were brought up and my hole was his honey pot. I only gasped before moaning, opening it wider. He reached out for a vial on the coffee table, mounted on top of me and looked at me in the eyes. I knew what was going to happen and nodded in silence. "It's more potent than last night. You'll be able to handle it" We stopped to continue watching the screen. I lied in his arms and he slowly caressed my nipples, pecking my neck at times. "I want you to see the last video" The screen changed to that familiar title screen, To New Bonds, and there he was, Cameron whose blindfolded, no restraints on all fours in a motel room. Same jock I worn, now showing signs of usage. Sharpie hung on the band. The bed sheets were outdated, and the blinds were dusty. Klaus was at the top of the bed, lied down for Cameron to suck him for the rest of the night. All kinds of guys came in to drop their load, marking +ve on the left or -ve on the right. The tally ended up to 6 poz and 14 neg. A jar was put under his hole to release the loads. All which he gulped without a thought. I was fixated on this scene. Next scene was when he was in the bathtub and now I can hear what was being said... "You're done with this aren't you?" Klaus whispered into his ears.. "Yep, no more.." "Bye bye then.." Ludvig uncapped the bottle of Truvada, dropping the pills. Now it was him in the same sling he had been, holding the piss. They were only 6 men now, Klaus and Ludvig included. It had been 6 hours since they left him. "Cameron, you've been nothing short of amazing these past few months. We admire your dedication and your willingness to be a part of us." Ludvig began. "We think that the time's now and we couldn't be more ready to have us be a part of you forever.." Klaus continued "Your check last month came out negative and you've been off prep for 2 weeks now. We've stopped our meds for a year now. If timing's right, it's the perfect time to breed" "Are you ready for your final training?" Cameron, spun and high as he was, replied lucidly. "Yes. Make me a part of the family." For the next 40 minutes, each of the men took their turn to fill Cameron up with their potent seed. When the plug was first pulled out, there was barely any piss leaking. Klaus came in the most, at about 7 times. When the plug was put back on, Cameron was left in the sling again. A time lapse then showed about 4 hours passing before Ludvig came into to unhook him. His legs were shaking, almost impossible to make a step. He had to be supported by another guy who had left 4 loads in him. A towel was also placed around him. In his limps, his hole was still leaking. The final scene was Cameron in bed, sleeping soundly with Klaus spooning him. The end credit showed a web screenshot of a test, labelled positive with Cameron's full name at the bottom. Right as it ended, Ludvig held my head to lean in for a kiss. We embraced and I now heard footsteps coming in. In the flesh, Klaus and Cameron appeared in the room, under the projection lighting they stood watching us. We didn't stop. I caught a glance of Cameron who is now completely different. He had tattoos across his shoulder and arms. Klaus on the other hand looked shorter and was still clean shaved. By now, my high had increased tenfold and I started to spun. I was trying to catch up with my breathing and paused myself from Ludvig. Cameron came down to me, "I know that look. You're ready aren't you?" I only nodded, eyes glossier than before. Klaus then said.. "Let the party begin now, yes?" The next thing I know, I was carried into a room with only a mattress on the floor. My limbs were tied like I had been before, but now tighter. My legs and arms were extended as far as I could, and I remembered the same jock being put on me by Cameron. A ball gag was placed into me and soon, Ludvig was setting up the cameras. A chest was brought in. Klaus took out a toy one by one, placing it in a row in front of me. Buttplugs and dildos to rings. I could only focus on my breaths, trying to process everything while I feel my nerves electrifying more than I could possibly imagine. Anything they did contributed to the pleasure I was experiencing. Klaus then passed a string of anal beads to Ludvig who now inserted in me. Before the first ball, he informed me that more of the T was going in. "I've lubed this with more shards to make this a night you won't forget" I took all 6 beads in. The 3 men stared in amazement. Cameron took the liberty to pull it all out in a single move. It felt amazing. I started to drool in the gag. Then, I felt a strong whip on my back. I screamed. "We're going to oscillate tonight. Let's see if you can handle that" And so in the next couple of hours, my pain and pleasure threshold were put to a test. I felt the whip tearing my skin while I had buttplugs of different sizes inserted in me. I was at their disposal in every way. Things took a turn when a hollow plug was placed in me and Cameron, who was harder on me than the other 2, came behind me to relieve himself. I felt his warm piss in me slowly filling my hole up with him telling how much of a bitch I was and how I'm just another pig like he was. When he finished, all of them took a break. Klaus circled around me with his phone. He then raised to make a call. "Hey Chris, you free to load a bitch tonight? It's like Cameron all over again." I could only stare at Klaus as he ended the call, smiling and crouching down to me to tap my face. "Tonight is going to be an experience like no other. We've learnt some new stuff and are more experimental now.." Ludvig then pulled out the plug from me, plugging it with another metal one to keep Cameron's piss. He too came up to tell me how happy he was to find me and how my life is going to change forever..

Chapter 57: Soke and Poke Near the end of my flu, mom suggested that the three of us take the weekend off to just spend some time to relax after the hell we went through being sick. That weekend was dads birthday, and she told us she had booked two adjoining suites at a very nice hotel for the three of us. Although dad and I weren't thrilled by the idea, how could we say no. Dad was more excited as he would pump his poz seed into mom's pussy, perhaps creating his own son with her. He was willing to take the risk, knowing that if she ever figured out he pozzed her, and she left him, he would always have me to love. We packed up the car, and headed to the hotel. What a nice change of pace than the no tell motel. Mom had got the honeymoon suite for her and dad, and my suite was next to them. When we arrived, we all went to their suite, where there were happy birthday balloons and a bottle of champagne. It was hard watching dad kiss mom as passionately as he kisses me, but I understood. We toured the suite, and it was incredible! In the bathroom there was an incredibly large whirlpool tub. I couldn't help but notice that dad was getting excited. Was it because of mom, or thinking how much he'd like to have me in the tub? As we walked out, mom handed me an envelope with a day pass for the spa. It included an entire day in the spa, including a massage. She suggested I use it now to soak and relax in its hot tub, and then get my massage. Of course she had plans for dad and their tub! I thought It was a great idea, as I wouldn't have to hear them fucking, and perhaps I'd have a happy ending at the spa!

As a Black feeder, I only let white fags suck me off. I've had a couple of Black guys suck my dick and Latino. Idk man something about it just doesn't sit right with me but white men sucking me off just feels right.

I had to make a paper towel diaper when writing this, because I was generating so much pre-cum. Enjoy! ------------------------------------ The 15-minute walk back home replenished my poppers-lungs with fresh oxygen and the cool spring air made everything so clear. I could feel a familiar wetness between my ass cheeks, and it made my cock tingle. When I entered our home, I looked through the bedroom door and found my husband naked in bed, playing games on his phone. He was so fucking cute. Even though we’ve been together for ages, I was still as much in love with him as I was when we first met. My husband Vincent, or Vince, was a short slim guy, making him look like a twink even though he was in his early forties. Only his well-trimmed beard would give a hint as to what the real age of this blonde beauty was. He was clearly popular among the dark Spanish guys, looking like a miniature Viking. My little pocket Viking, as I used to call him. He smiled at me and asked: - “Did you have fun, babe?” - “I sure did…”, I answered as I took off all my clothes. I jumped on the bed next to him, kissed him and crawled as close as possible to his warm body. The feeling of his naked skin against mine is the best feeling in the world. All troubles, aches and pains just melt away as I caress every part of his smooth skin. He kissed me back and as I caressed his hairless ass, he grabbed my hand and pushed my index finger into his hole. It was wet. He’d been fucked while I was gone. My cock immediately became rock hard again. I’ve never been able to resist his freshly fucked, cum filled hole. - “Seems like you’ve had some fun too?” - “Yes, when you left, I kept thinking of you getting fucked and I got horny and wanted some action for myself, so I started Scruff and was hit up by this bear couple who lives just two blocks away.” - “So, you’ve got two loads in there?”, I said, getting even hornier. - “Uhm… More like five…”, he said and blushed. “We talked about how much I love cum, so they brough two condoms from some safe-sex-couple of tops they had met earlier today. They used it as lube when they fucked me. And one of the guys came twice, so that would make it five.” - “Holy fuck… You slut. You sexy fucking slut!”, I responded and started to leak pre-cum while I kept fingering his sloppy hole. - “What about you?”, he said, quickly pushing me onto my back while moving between my legs, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder, and inserting two fingers in my sore hole. “How many loads did you get?” I let out a yelp and rolled my eyes as I was very sore from the treatment I’d received at the sauna. Do I tell him the truth? How much of a cumdump slut is TOO much for him to handle? On the other hand, I’ve never heard of him taking five loads in one session before, and ten is only twice as much, which is a quite common factor between us. - “Ten, I think…”, I wheezed between clenched teeth. - “Wow, yeah, I can feel how wet and used you are. And I seem to notice you’re in some pain?”, he said and snickered. “Someone extra big got to you?”. - “You could say that. Like a fucking fist…” - “Wow…” My husband was hard as a fucking rock. While fingering me with his left hand he jerked his 17 cm cock with the right. I could tell he wanted to fuck me. His fingering was caressing the damage that had been done to me, massaging the cum into the mucus membranes. The pains were slowly diminishing, making it very pleasurable. He noticed and directed the head of his cock at my hole, eager to push in, but I stopped him with a hand on his stomach. - “I… It might not be a good idea right now…”, I fumbled with the words, not wanting to tell him, but also not wanting to put him at risk by letting him stick his neg cock in my hole that was filled with poz cum. - “Why? You don’t seem to be in pain anymore. Please, I didn’t cum when they fucked me, I need to cum!”, he said, spat on his cock and rubbed it over the head and onto the shaft. - “It could be risky. There could be poz cum in there and we haven’t been good with the PrEP lately, I don’t want you to catch anything.” - “We’re both cumdumps, there’s always a risk. The cum in my ass could also be poz.”, he said and pushed his cock hard against my hole. - “Yeah, but…”, I couldn’t get out of this. “The cum in my ass IS poz!”, I said looking seriously straight into his eyes. - “Just like the cum in MY ass.”, he said and leaned forward over me, kissed me deeply and simultaneously plunged his cock deep into me. I couldn’t speak for several reasons; the shock, the pleasure, the pain, the deep kissing, the overwhelming sense of us being absolutely perfect for each other. We were the same. The same twisted, perverted sluts. The same cock-hungry cumdumps. He kept fucking my ass with his cock, and my mouth with his tongue. I kept grabbing his body trying to push him deeper into me, squeezing his cock with my ass. He stopped kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. - “I can’t believe how good this feels. Your ass is so wet and hot. I can feel all that poz cum caressing my cock inside you. But I’m too close to cumming.” He looked down, took his cock out and with his right hand he scooped up a big dollop of poz cum from my ass. It was tinted pink with my blood. He let my legs down from his shoulders and rubbed the cum all over my cock, then climbed on top and sat down on it. It slid in easily all the way down until I could feel the weight of his body on my pelvis. He threw his head back and grabbed my chest with his hands as he sat there, waiting for his ass to accommodate my rather thick cock. I sat up and embraced him in a warm hug, then grabbed his ass cheeks and lifted him slightly off my cock, only to drop him back down, hard. He yelped and told me to do it again, but harder. I did. And I did again. And again. Harder and harder until I was lifting him up and slamming him down again with all the power I could muster. - “FUCKING DESTROY ME!”, he screamed, driving his nails into the flesh of my back. - “I’m gonna fucking cum baby!”, it was all too much for me to handle. - “Shoot that last fucking neg load into my ass, my love! Mix it with those poz loads in me! I love you so much!” He kissed me again as I started shooting inside him. Probably the biggest load of my life, the orgasm just wouldn’t subside, and I forgot to breathe. I was shaking and blacking out, collapsing onto my back on the bed again. A few seconds later I came to and saw my husband sitting there on my cock, looking beautiful and very happy, but still very, very hard and horny. He still hadn’t cum, but I would not leave him that way. No way; I’m a better husband than that. - “Fuck me!”, I demanded. - “I fucking will…”, he said and got of my dick, squeezing it properly so that no cum would leak out of him. He got back in position between my legs, lifted them over his shoulders and shoved his cock all the way in in one quick move. No spit, no pre-cum, no lube, just force, and the poz cum that was slowly leaking out of my battered hole. As I had just cum, I was a bit tighter again, and it hurt. To my surprise he grabbed my throat and started choking me while violently pounding my ass. He had never done that before, but there was a wildness in his eyes that just made the choking make sense. I felt the need for air increasing, the room beginning to spin, but at the same time all the pain was gone and replaced with a feeling of euphoria, and before it became scary, he let out a roar and unloaded in me, then collapsed on top of me. We just laid like that for a long time, catching our breaths, him still inside me, me caressing his back. - “I love you.”, I whispered in his ear. - “You have no fucking idea how much I love you.”, he said back.

Part 5 Both of us were high and horny as hell from the joints we kept smoking and the beer and booze we kept drinking. The sounds of raw man-on-man sex from the dvd that was playing egged us on even more too. I was slurping noisily on my little brother's hard as nails leaking cock, letting the precum pool on my tongue then swallowing it only to have it quickly replaced by more. This guy leaks precum constantly and tasting it only makes me hungrier to taste his full loads of thick jizz sliding down my throat. Chad's dirty talk mixed with letting me know how good I was making him feel fueled my desire to please him and make this night one he'd always remember. That thought made me grin around his pulsing cock as he slid it in and out of my mouth. It was time I told myself to start making the night “special”. I pulled my lips off of my little brother's slick hard cock and watched it smack against his hard abs, hearing the “thwap” sound of flesh hitting flesh. Chad looked down at me, his face flushed and his eyes a bit unfocused, and his sexy beautiful smile even more attractive as he was enjoying his sex high. “Mmmmm bro,” he mumbled as he ran a hand over my sweaty head. “Your mouth is frigging awesome! You had me close to feeding you my cum. Why'd you stop?” I slid up on the disheveled bed to lay next to him. We moved our mouths onto each other as we kissed intensely. Breaking the kiss I reached down and took Chad's hard cock in my fist and slowly started to jack it for him, causing him to close his eyes and lean his head back on the pillow and say, “Yeah, Lance. Jack that dick. Work another load out of your little brother's cock for you to eat.” I lightly kissed his neck and said, “Oh don't worry little brother. I'm gonna work loads and loads of cum out of your nuts tonight. And I'm gonna make sure you get lots of loads of your big bro's married cum.” “My big bro's married cheating incest cum,” he groaned eagerly. His filthy talk about our ta*boo sex always stoked our libidos. “You know it, buddy. All you want. But before we start the next round I have something I want you to try. It'll make everything we do for the rest of the night hotter and more fun than ever.” Saying that, I got off the bed and walked over to my gym bag even as Chad raised his head and opened his eyes asking me what I was talking about. My hand easily grabbed the pipe, torch and one of the many plastic bags I had made sure were packed before leaving my house to come here to the hotel. I turned back around to face Chad and walked to the bed, my cock harder than just a couple of minutes ago as my excitement grew thinking of the effect the tina would have on Chad. I hoped he'd be willing to take it and was pretty sure he would, but the slight doubt wouldn't be gone until I saw him blowing clouds. I climbed back onto the bed and put my back against the headboard indicating for Chad to do the same. Finally he asked, “What's all that, big bro? What are you up to?”, giving me a lusty smirk. I started my answer in a round-about way. “You remember when you were out of town for a few days a couple or three weeks ago? And how we talked on the phone every day and both of us were telling each other how horny we were to have sex together?” Chad was lazily stroking his dick and gave me a leer. “Yeah, bro, I remember. Both of us were saying we had a major case of blue balls,” he chuckled. I smiled at his wording. “Exactly. So we both said we'd have no problem if either of us hooked up with somebody until we could get together again. Hell, we're not exclusive, right?” I laughed knowing how much we both needed and enjoyed sex. “Sure, sure,” Chad said, his gaze more focused now that he realized I was working up to something he'd like. “You told me about the hot trucker you met and played with and how good the sex was with him,” he continued. “Matter of fact, big bro, I think you said it was great as fuck, not just good.” We both laughed as we could feel the sexual tension in the room growing. I held up the items in my hand to give Chad a closer and better look. “Yeah, it was,” I answered, “and this was a big part of why,” I said as I gave the small plastic bag a slight shake. Before Chad could ask I told him it was tina. “Ever heard of it little bro?” “Yeah,” he answered with obvious excitement in his voice. “Never tried it but I've heard it is some wild sh*t for partying and fucking.” “Like you can't imagine!” I replied, the excitement in my voice matching his. “The trucker introduced me to it and little bro it was fucking out of this world how hot and sleazy it made the fun with the trucker. I want us to do it together. Let it make everything tonight wilder, dirtier, and hotter than ever.” Chad had taken the bag from my hand when I offered it to him and was now looking at it closely. I felt my boner throb and my asshole twitch. With a mischievous glint in his eyes Chad looked up at me and said, “We've had some damn good wild, dirty and hot fun together, bro. And this will make it all even nastier?” “Hell yeah it will, little bro!” I said reaching for the baggie as Chad returned to stroking his dick. “Let's do it!”, he answered. “Show me, big bro.” From the plastic baggie I took 3 good-sized shards and put them in the bowl of the pipe, like the trucker had shown me. They made a nice pile that should give Chad and me quite a few hits before there'd be a need to refill the bowl. I resealed the baggie and placed it on the bedside table then turned back to meet Chad's eager face as I moved the torch under the bowl. “So,” I told him, “the shards of tina go in the bowl and then we heat up the bowl making them melt and start to smoke. It's the smoke that does it. We inhale it once the bowl is full of white clouds, hold the smoke in for a little bit then blow it out. It starts to hit real quick once you blow out the smoke. I'll do it first and show you,” I said, bringing the torch to life underneath the bowl. As my sexy naked little brother watched I heated the bowl, the shards melting quickly and filling the bowl with the swirling white smoke I had quickly learned to crave as the trucker had coached me and made sure I had all I wanted. A quick thought ran through my mind that tina wasn't the only thing the trucker had introduced me to. But I didn't let the thought linger as I put the stem of the pipe to my lips and slowly began sucking it in. I took deep inhales, emptying the smoke-filled bowl twice before taking my lips off of the pipe. Holding my breath I looked at Chad who was following every move and jacking his cock with one hand and playing with his hard nips with the other. Not able to hold my breath any longer and knowing this was going to be a big cloud I let the smoke escape between my parted lips, blowing it right into Chad's face. Damn! It was the biggest cloud I'd blown yet I thought. But then of course I HAD taken a big-ass hit knowing that Chad watching. “Hot fucking damn, big bro!” Chad let out, making it clear he was impressed and turned on. “Watching you blow that smoke out got me horny as hell!” “You ready to try it, little bro?” I asked handing him the pipe. “You fucking know it!” he said as he took the pipe from me and put it between his lips. My hands were trembling in anticipation and excitement as I put the torch under the bowl and lit it. “Keep sucking it in until I tell you to stop, okay,” I told him as we both watched the bowl fill with smoke. He nodded as he began inhaling. “Consider this one of your graduation gifts, little bro,” I whispered as I watched the beginning of his transformation and corruption. (to be continued)

Chapter 2: Flight I finished pushing the plunger to the end of the syringe, and I look up as my brother closes his eyes in anticipation. His face looks so peaceful, like he’s basking in the anticipation of this calm before the storm. Which reminds me: I have only seconds left to finish up. I grab a cotton swab, place it over the puncture spot, and slide the needle out moments before the shock hits his lungs. His eyes switch from closed and peaceful to bugged-out and euphoric. He gasps from the sensations coursing through his body, and that triggers the coughing spasms. Each of his coughs hits me, too, because his ass is wrapped around my dick. He clenches with each wave, gripping me tighter. But the constriction doesn’t last. After his last convulsion, it’s like his entire body goes limp as he rides the rush. His hole softens its grip on my cock, and I swear starts pulling me deeper into him. The reaction is that quick. But because he’s suddenly loosening up, a bit of the cum he’d been holding inside leaks out, making the entrance to his hole slick with a surprise coating of cum. He must feel it, too, because a moan escapes his lips, and he starts grinding his hips into me, sliding still deeper onto my rock-hard pole. Once he starts moving, my dick hits different places inside him, and that lights up all his brain’s pleasure centers. A rapid-fire sequence of expressions fly across his face as he tries to process just how incredible he feels riding his big brother’s thick cock. And that’s when a switch flips in his brain and the desperation kicks in. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Ugh. Fuck me. Mmm. I want you to fuck my brains out. Please, bro. Pound my boy hole and gimme your grown-up seed. Fuck I need you to fill me up, bro.” I chuckle a bit. It’s funny hearing him beg me to do the one thing I want to do more than anything else right now. “Oh, I will, buddy. Don’t you worry.” He runs his hands through his hair and then holds them behind his head as he rocks back and forth on my dick. He looks incredibly sexy grinding himself into me like this. And from the look on his face, he feels incredibly sexy, too. He’s angling himself to direct my cock different places inside his guts, running the head of it across his prostate. I can tell he’s already on another planet, being controlled only by what his prostate feels and his ass craves. I prepare myself for the incessant pleas for “more” he’ll start muttering in a few minutes. I’ll have fun stretching him open tonight. But until then, he’s totally going to town on his own. I’m impressed by his newfound energy and enthusiasm with how hard and fast he keeps pounding his ass down to my pubes. I guess they call that stuff “speed” for a reason, huh? I lean back and put my hands behind my head, reveling in the sight of this gorgeous boy pleasuring himself with my body. He’s doing all the work right now, lost in the combined trances of self-stimulation and a drug-induced high. I’m enjoying the hell out of this show while it lasts because I know full well in a few minutes my dick will no longer be thick enough to satisfy his need. When this kid gets high, he becomes an über-bottom, trying to fit everything and anything inside him. For now, though, my cock rules his world. He keeps slamming his ass down onto my pelvis like there’s nothing he’d rather do with his life. And that reminds me. I need to follow through on his plans. I figure he could go like the Energizer bunny, so I gently grab hold of his thighs to get his attention and add stability. He slows down his frantic pace a bit, looking more disoriented than disturbed. “Hey, kiddo. Let’s get you on your back, okay? Hop over to the couch.” And just like that, the kid dismounts, stands up, walks over to the couch, drops down onto it, flips over onto his back, scoots his ass to the edge of the cushion, pulls his ankles back to his ears, and starts fingering his hole—all before I can stand up from the recliner. “Goddamn, dude. You’re in heat.” His eyes glaze over and partially close for a second. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. “I’ll be right there. Hang on.” I grab the unused point, give it a quick shake to make sure it’s all still dissolved, and let my boner lead me right back to his sloppy hole. His hole, I now see, that is frothy with churned-up cum that he’s now mindlessly fingering back into his hole. “Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.” He just whimpers. His concentration is all focused on his hole, not my voice. I climb up onto the couch, putting one foot on either side of him. I use my legs to pin his down, folding him in half and really stretching his quads. Damn, this kid is limber. He doesn’t even resist. I do a squat and point my dick right at his face. I don’t even have to say a word; a second later, my dick is halfway to his throat, and he’s nursing on it for all he’s worth. “That’s right, bitch. Get it wet. You don’t want me shoving my thick cock into you dry. Lube me up, you little slut.” He must like when talk to him like that because I notice one of his hands reaches down to start stroking his dick while the other reaches up to help stabilize mine while he takes in a breath. “Yessir,” he says, diving right back onto my dick, shamelessly making wet, sloppy noises to show he understands. He really has gotten better at sucking dick. I have to remember to thank his teammates the next time I see them. Maybe I’ll go to their next home meet or something. Anyway, I see a wet dick and a frothy hole before me, and it’s time I get down to business. “Good boy,” I say. He takes his cue and comes up for air, panting a bit — probably more from his heart racing than from the blowjob, but it’s still hot. I put my hands on his legs to hold them in place while I step down from the couch. His hands are already fingering his hole again by the time I’m standing up again. It’s so hot to see him desperate like this. It’s clear he’s a natural cumdump, and the slam just brought out the best in him. Which reminds me: It’s time I brought out the beast in me. “Alright, you sexy, needy bottom. You ready to get pounded?” “Please…” Leaning forward, I rest my knees on the edge of the couch and align the head of my dick with the entrance of his hole. I nudge the knuckles of his groping hands, interrupting their exploration of his sphincter. But his fingers don’t move out of the way. Instead, they spring into action to assist. One hand grabs hold of my cock, stroking it and guiding it toward his eager hole. The other hand grabs one side of his hole and pries open his ass lips, widening the target and helping me slide inside without resistance. I noticed that he didn’t immediately remove his fingers once my cock slid past. This kid’s already stretching open. Good. That’ll help him get through the onslaught he’s about to experience. I steadily slide the entire length of my cock all the way inside him. He exhales, relaxes, and goes back to jerking his own cock. “Yeah, that’s it. Right where you want it. It’s like your hole was made for my dick. It’s like we’ve been training your hole to take your big brother’s cock for years. It fits so perfectly now. You’re such a good fucking bottom for your brother.” “Yeah, fuck me, bro.” I shove my cock hard into him. He grunts. “Fuck me.” I slam my dick in, making a loud smack against his ass cheeks. “Harder, sir. Please fuck me harder.” I grab hold of his knees and lean my weight into his legs, folding him flat in half. I bear down on him, shoving my dick in as hard and as rapidly as I can, drilling him like a pile-driver. He starts making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure, but they’re choppy from the sudden impacts. “Ye-e-e-e-e-e-es, ple-ease fuck. me. bro.” I drill him like that for a few more minutes, really loosening up his ass and churning up the cum collected in his guts. I eventually slow down a bit, and just to fuck with him, I put my dick only halfway in and stop. As I expected, he starts squirming, nearly writhing on the couch, trying to figure out how to get the rest of me inside him. After getting used to feeling my full length invading his insides, this must make him feel incomplete. “What’s wrong, buddy? Need something?” A grunt. “What’s that? What do you need?” “More.” “More what, buddy?” He struggles to talk while he’s trying to gain leverage and traction on the couch. “More…uh…cock…uh…fuck…me…deep.” “You want more?” “More…” “I think you’re ready for beast mode.” He freezes. A memory tries to fight through his brain fog to tell his sex drive to chill for a second. It’s fun to watch the struggle play across his face. While he’s partially confused, he’s at least stopped squirming, so I reach over and pick up the point I’m going to use. A glimmer of recognition crosses his face. He hasn’t completely pieced it together just yet, but he’s almost there. His eyes follow the point as I bring it up in front of me for a quick inspection. Yep, all looks good. “Well, boy? You wanna feel the beast come out? You wanna feel me tear up your hole? Want me to fly with you? You said you wanted me to slam while I fuck you. I’m ready. Are you?” The pieces all click into place, and he registers what’s about to happen. His face fills with a combination of wonder, surprise, and elation. “Fuck yeah. Do it. Slam yourself, bro. Fuck your rush into me. Tear me up. Fucking do it. I’m ready.” As if to emphasize his point, he reaches down and spreads his ass cheeks apart a bit wider. I feel the release of pressure on my cock, and I swear I feel a bit of extra moisture. Damn, maybe he’s still leaking loads from earlier. Fuck yeah. I decide to reward him a bit for his eagerness, so I slide the rest of my cock into him, bottoming out on my pubes. He sighs with relief, but his hands stay down there, continuing to spread his hole wide for me. “Alight, boy. I think you’ve earned it. Here ya go.” His eyes do the closest thing to concentrating he’s able to do in his current state. He stares wide-eyed as I pump my fist a couple times, then stretch my arm out down and to the side, ensuring he can see what I’m doing. I find a good vein and line up the needle. “Do it, bro. Fucking slam it.” He’s so fun when he acts all big and shit. I feel a pinch as the metal pierces my skin. It slides smoothly in, just a bit. I pull back on the plunger and see the flash of red, confirming my aim. That makes my brother start jerking harder, and I feel a bit more shaking coming up through my cock buried inside his hole. I look at my brother’s face. He’s transfixed by the sight of his idol with a drug-filled needle in hand, ready to take a leap and join him in a rush of pleasure. “Here it comes, buddy. Blast-off.” And as I slowly push the plunger down, I keep my eyes locked on his face. His wonder and admiration can’t be contained. He’s utterly entranced. I feel the plunger stop and know I’ve hit bottom. I pull out the point, cap it, and set it down. I quickly put a swab on the drop of blood forming and lift my hands above my head and lock my gaze with my brother’s just in time. The rush hits while we stare into each other’s eyes. His are already huge black pools, and I swear I feel mine open up right as the urge to cough hits me. I stifle it, mostly to impress him because he can’t help it and always has to cough. (Hey, I have to maintain my dominance somehow, right?) And then I feel the rush spread through the rest of my body and right down into my cock, which I bury deeper into him as a let out a grunt that turns into a growl. The beast is loose.

Let's preface this by saying, this is a story of fiction. It doesn't reflect the reality of what happened last night more, so this is a telling of where my mind spun out to. I think I will call this the fanTasy collection. I will call them this because, as of me writing this, the fantasy part hasn't come to pass. And let's be honest, probably never will, but a boy can dream! What did happen was Last night I went to a motel to meet up with a man who said he would get me spun on an app. when I arrived. He did get me all spun up and, then for the rest of the night, he and his trans friend fucked me so good and so many times. It was great! Even better was the conversation that the man and i were having. Let's let the fantasy begin. It had been several months since Curtis(30) had smoked, But this night a request came through one of his social apps wanting him to come party and play. Curtis, just can't turn it down. So he heads over to the motel that was mentioned. it wasn't a complete piece of junk, but it was a motel. Geoff came down to get him, Geoff was shorter than expected, a bit squat, and looked to be in his 50s. After they got up to the room Curtis noticed the shower room was closed and the shower was running. While not the smartest guy around he easily connected the dots on where Geoff's friend Terra was. pretty much right away Geoff hands the pipe and torch over. Curtis felt it right away, the swirling of the mind, the tingling of the body getting warmer, the inhibition draining from him. Curtis stands and gets undressed. And what was a move that he had never done, and actually had resisted the countless other times he had smoked? He went right down got Geoff's cock out and started sucking on it. He always hated sucking cock, his gag reflex and propensity for dry mouth had previously rendered the act not worth doing. This time, Curtis was so overcome by lust, that he pushed past those reasons like they didn't exist. this apparently startled Geoff by how quick and passionate it was. So he pulled Curtis off to talk a little and smoke more. When It came up that Geoff was a Long haul trucker. Curtis could not stop himself from saying he wanted to get fucked in the truck cab. This obviously turned both of them on as Tera exited the shower room to see Geoff's mushroom head on his fat cock push into Curtis's hole. Terra is lean with feminine traits and a big ass. The rest of the night they Spit roasted Curtis, most of the time having one cock in his mouth and one in his ass.Each one of them fucking a load of cum deep into his ass, just like he had asked them to do in earnest. when they had to leave the motel they all exchanged numbers and went their own way. Curtis went back to work as normal as ever. until Thursday., when he got a call from Geoff and Terra. Geoff asked if Terra could hang out with Curtis until Saturday. As she had just been kicked out of her place. On Saturday he would get her a room. trying to be a good person, Curtis agreed and took a half day on Friday. Thursday night Terra was pretty hard on herself for her whole situation including something that didn't seem right to Kurtis. She was talking about how no one grinder is interested in her. I bet her with some new pic and a little marketing training not only would she get people interested. she would get people to pay her. By the end of the day she had made around $250 and couldn't believe it. she gave me half for the work I did. Later we went to an adult arcade where pulled a few more customers. Her Confidence was healing Curtis was glad to see it. Saturday morning before hearing from Geoff, Curtis and Terra Went and bought some slutty panties and stockings. When Geoff called and told them he got another room at a motel. So they all went to meet up. After telling Geoff about the last couple of days, as he hands us a pipe he says dryly to Curtis that he is pimping her out. Curtis says its more like just setting up the foundation for a better sense of self. then relents and jokingly accepts the moniker of pimp as he blows a big cloud. In no time Geoff is pushing his thick back into Curtis's hole while he begs Curtis to fill him with cum. as Geoff pumps his load and shotguns a cloud into Curtis he asks him how much cum he wants. Curtis responds until you are tired of having me pumped full of it. Curtis smiles and says I won't get tired of watching you take loads boy. For the rest of the day and into the night Curtis got so spun up he didn't remember how many men they got to come fuck more loads into him. but he felt so so much happiness. And thanked Geof for every load. not knowing they weren't done yet. Geoff told us to get dressed up, and he drove us over to a friend's house. As we go inside We meet up with his friend Joe. a larger Russian man in his 50s as well. and he ushers us to a room with a bed and a camera on a tripod. Goeff says that he wants to make a porn, and his friend will film it. Terra protests as she feels self-conscious and doesn't think she would be hot on camera. She decided to sit this one out. Geoff hand Curtis The pipe again and lights it for him. After Blowing a big cloud, He says "Fuck yeah Daddy make me into a pornstar" They proceed to fuck deep and raw while Joe films and hands them loaded bowls to smoke. at some point, Curtis undoes Joe's belt and gets Joe's cock out as Joe films him getting spit-roasted. Curtis tells him he wants to show Joe some appreciation for letting them use his house and his equipment. It was caught on camera when Joe fucked his load deep into Curtis' ass while grunting and calling him a good little slut. Curtis asked if it was just gonna be for personal use. Joe and Geoff said they wanted to put it online on a PnP porn site. Curtis thought that sounded hot too and said he would do more. The next week at work crawled by for Curtis. Monday the hangover was tough but he got through it. On Thursday he got a message from Geoff if he was free this next weekend and could possibly take a half day Friday. So Curtis put in for his 2nd consecutive half-day on Friday. On Friday Geoff told him to pack his slutty cloaths, a toothbrush, and stuff for a small trip and meet him at a set location. When Curtis got there with his backpack, He saw Goeff next to a Semi parked in the parking lot. Geoff Tells Curtis that he has a trip to Elco this weekend and he wanted a fuck toy for the trip. Curtis could hardly keep his excitement in about the whole situation. As they take off, Geoff tells Curtis to get in back in the cab and try to take a bit of a nap. When crawling back into the Cab Curtis notices there are a couple cameras set up back there and he grins. When Goeff wakes up Curtis its dark out and they appear to be in the desert. Geoff Tells him there is clear in the drawer by the bed and he should start smoking and getting dressed like the meth whore he is. Curtis coyly asks if he should turn the cameras on. Geoff said they are already on. As Curtis is getting himself ready and spun up Geoff says he is gonna have to stop at a rest stop to pee. As they pull up to the rest stop Goeff gets out and heads to the bathroom. Curtis dressed in panties and stockings and a mesh top looked around for something to cover up in...but then decided to look around the parking lot instead. there were a few other Semis and a pretty beat van. So he just slides on a pair of baggy sweats and heads into the bathroom as well to pee. While Curtis is at the urinal Geoff is washing his hands and tells Curtis to take those sweats off and give them to him. While holding the sweats he slaps Curtis' ass and says now let's go im gonna fuck you in the cab. As they trot back to the truck Curtis feels like there are eyes on him and that excites him. Goeff tells Curtis to take a few more hits while he watches. Curtis takes a big hit off the pipe and blows a cloud right on Goeffs cock and starts to suck. After a few mins, Goeff tells Curtis to turn over and he lubes up Curtis' hole. Just barely after Geoff pushes his thick cock balls deep inside Curtis, His phone goes off. While gently thrusting Goeff texts back and Then tells Curtis that he has to go back into the bathroom. Goeff said he put a For a good time text number on the wall and Curtis needs to go deliver. As Curtis takes another hit off the pipe and heads out of the door, Goeff tells him to go to the farthest stall. Walking back into the bathroom Curtis was so wildly turned on and, his arousal became even more potent when he got to the last stall and saw a glory hole cut out. Shutting the stall door he turned to see the cock that was emerging from the hole. It was nicely shaped and average size but already rock hard. Curtis is so horny he starts by caressing the cock and then quickly takes it into his mouth sucking it. After he has been sucking it for a few minutes, Curtis quietly purrs through the wall " Knock twice if you want me to put my ass on it. After a few moments that felt like forever to Curtis the knocks came. Excitedly Curtis popped up and turned around to position this strange cock as the entrance to his hole. After a little maneuvering, he felt the mushroom tip slide in, as he felt himself sink onto the cock inch by inch he moaned. Rocking back and forth on the cock he had never felt like such a dirty slut before and he loved it. Not even a few mins of fucking this strange cock and there were a quick 3 knocks followed by a muffled grunting. Curtis knew that he had just taken a glory hole creampie. As the cock pulled back from him and out Curtis offered a nice "Thank you for cumming". Then the door of the stall opened and the stranger left. Curtis sat there for a couple of minutes before leaving to head back to Goeffs truck. After climbing back in, Goeff shotguns a cloud down Curtis' throat and into his lungs. Goeff tells him that he is a good boy and he wants to hear the whole story while he fucks. Goeff notices a little cum leaking out of Curtis' freshly used hole and shoves his cock right in saying how slutty it was for Curtis to get bred like that. With Goeff's cock plunging in and out of Curtis' ass, Curtis tells him about the whole encounter, how turned on by it, and thanks him for setting that up for him. Geoff's phone goes off again and he pulls out to look at it. Curtis squirms with anticipation and excitement, thinking he will get to go back to the glory hole. Goeff Grins a bit after sending a few more messages, then picks out a box and gives it to Curtis, telling him to put them on. Curtis finds a pair of slutty platform high heel boots. He puts them on while letting Goeff know he has no experience walking in high heels. Geoff leans in and kisses Curtis and says "I believe in you". As Curtis is about to get out of the car Geoff says, one of the other truck drivers wanted me to go to his truck for some "Fun". When you get to the green truck knock on the driver's side door and do your thing. Stumbling a bit Curtis makes his way over to the far truck, his heart beating out of his chest he knocks on the driver's side door. The window rolls down very slightly and a low stern voice says "Go around to the passenger cab door and come in". "Ope okay". Curtis responds. Curtis wobbles around the front of the truck to the correct door, opens it, and climbs inside. To see a much older fatter Man sitting on the bed with his cock out. "come suck my cock you dumb slut" the man says. "Yes, Daddy" replies Curtis as he leans over and takes the man's cock in his mouth. "you must have missed my last message about just coming to the right door, I dont want people to see whores at my door. But fuck you are a cute young thing aren't you boy" the man grunts. Feeling the man's cock grow and harden in his mouth, Curtis Thinks Goeff might have forgotten to tell him that detail. Curtis lifts his head off the man's now fully engorged cock and moans "I'm sorry Daddy I must have missed it, let me make it up to you." "fuck! good cute boys like you only give me head, make it up to me with your ass boy", The man says through bated breath. Curtis pulls himself up and moves to sit on the man now glistening with saliva cock. As the tip of the man's cock is gently pushing on Curtis' hole "W-w-what about a condom?" He stammers. "Do you want to put on a condom or do you want me to sit down Daddy?" Curtis breathes back. The man doesn't say anything but moves his hands to Curtis' hips and makes an effort to push him down onto his cock. Giving into the man's efforts Curtis sinks down onto the man's cock inch by inch moaning until the man is fully inside him. Gently and slowly Curtis starts to ride the cock, gradually increasing his rhythm. Within 40 seconds The man grunts out that he is about to cum. Curtis feeling lecherous and without interrupting his rhythm, leans down and whispers right into the man's ear " To make up for me missing your text I want you to fuck your hot daddy load right into my boy hole and teach me a lesson please Daddy." "Of fuck, im cumming" the man wails. Curtis pushes himself as deep and as hard on the man's erupting erection while thanking him for his kindness. As Curtis was getting ready to leave the man gives him $200 and told him how hot that was. Curtis was shocked and flattered, thanking the man again before leaving the truck. Walking back to Goeff's truck, he could feel some cum dripping down his leg and he was not expecting the man to pay him, but now his mind was telling him how hot it was that he could say he was a prostitute. Giggling to himself as he gets back in Goeff's truck he notices Goeff is in the driver's seat. Goeff says that he just had to pee here and that they were going to stop for the night further down. As the truck started moving again Geoff asked Curtis for the story of what happened making sure the cameras got it all. Let me know if you want a part 2?

This is loosely inspired by BiDomGuy81's story on pastor's daughter There were a large number of Filipinas at the church, varying in age and looks, but the cream of the crop Astrid was married to the pastor. She had just celebrated her 40th birthday and looked after herself. She had beautiful long black hair and I reckoned she must have quite a good figure underneath the many outfits she wore. She invariably wore a different outfit every Sunday, but the hem lines went practically down to the ground and there was never even the hint of cleavage. I had just retired from my landscaping work, getting a bit too old for the regular manual hard work involved. At least many of the Filipinas in the church seemed attracted to older men. I, however, ignored any advances any of them made. Well at least, until one Sunday when the pastor's wife was trying on a kimono after the service. She'd put it over her nice blue outfit she was wearing and asked me my opinion opening up it seemed to me rather seductively. I concurred it looked good on her, but didn't feel comfortable, wondering whether she was in any way flirting with me, albeit subconsciously. Anyway, the next week the pastor asked for help with some major work on their back garden. As a landscape expert, I offered my services and was able to give them a hand once or twice a week. I reckoned it would take a couple of months to complete the work with some hard labour involved. When I turned up the next day, I spent the time marking out the beds and borders and working out where things could be planted and built up. As I was measuring out and roping areas off, Astrid came by with a welcome cup of tea and what was also welcome was her much less formal attire. She wore a tight-fitting blue shirt with her top button undone, I could get a good idea of the small but firm tits hiding beneath. A couple of days later, she was wearing the same attire, but with one alluring difference, she had two buttons undone. As she put the coffee mug down for me, I got the faintest sight of cleavage and a lacy bra. This was water to a parched man for my imagination. I jokingly refered to the way she always had different clothes on Sunday and she smiled and laughed back, that she did indeed have a whole room dedicated to her clothes. When I popped round the following week, Astrid confessed her husband Geoff was away at a conference for a couple of days. She was jovial and chatty, but in no way flirty or suggestive, she was the true hostess. She wore her blue shirt buttoned up to my disappointment. But as I was pulling up the many weeds and hacking away poorly stunted shrubs, the weather turned noticeably hotter as the clouds dispersed allowing the sun to beam down upon us. She commented she was too hot in the outfit she was wearing and went inside to her clothes room to find something better to wear. When she came out I was stunned, she was wearing a loose fitting summer dress, that displayed her lovely figure to good effect, moreover this dress had quite a plunging v-shaped front. I complemented her on the look and even slightly flirted myself suggesting she was still hot in the outfit. She responded well to my appreciation, even saying how long it had been since she'd had such appreciation. She joined in some of the weeding, this is where I got the second blessing of the day, for as she bent down to pull up the weeds, I got quite an eyeful of her assets. I could see straight down her top and admire her beige bra and matching knickers. She wasn't well-endowed, but I could see most of her tits in their glory, this was quite a turn-on for me. Two days later, the temperature remained high and not just the weather. At first she wore her usual blue shirt top and brought me drinks on demand. She went in to get into something cooler. I was working hard on some tough bit of concrete to remove it, when I heard her call out to me to come in to see her new outfit. Astrid stood at the doorway with the sun blazing through the window. This had an “unfortunate” effect on her new dress, because it was very sheer and you could see right through it to her sexy underwear underneath. I stated that it wasn't cool, but very hot and explained why. Surprisingly, she giggled and stated she'd put on her summer dress instead. She seemed very brazen that day and I was leaving to return to my work, she happily pulled off her sheer dress and I could see her at the corner of my eye in a state of undress I would never have imagined I'd ever see so much of her. I could have sweared I even saw her removing her bra as I turned the corner back into the garden with her door still wide open. A few minutes later, she came outside to help out. She was in her cool summer dress, her olive skin needed no sun tan to improve her looks. We chatted as I worked on improving the ground. Astrid spotted a couple of dandelions that needed pulling out, she bent down to uproot them. This was truly a sight for sore eyes: not only did I have a view down to her skimpy blue knickers, but saw a golden necklace with cross attached dangling between her fine slightly pendulous breasts as she was bending down. But the crowning joy was seeing her tits swing freely, unfettered by any restraining bra and topped with some gorgeous areola and pointed nipples. I would have never imagined to have seen her charms in my life. The memory of this sight keep me happy at night for the next few days. Unfortunately, there was no repetition of this when I visited to continue the work. Astrid returned to being prim and proper over the next couple of weeks, the memory of her delights left only to my imagination. I was half way through the work and had begun on some of the heavy work, moving soil and rocks around in wheelbarrows. The weather had got even hotter and I was working with my shirt removed not to soak my shirt with the sweat I was exuding. Astrid came out, asking how I was and told me her husband had just left for a retreat for a long weekend. She hoped I could stay and try to complete the work I started so that on his return the garden would be almost ready for him. She seemed to take note of my torso, glistening with sweat and exposed to the elements. Not bad for someone old enough to be her father. Sadly, she popped back in with no evidence of a return to the teasing she had done earlier the previous month. She cried out to me a bit later asking whether I wanted a coffee. I replied I wanted something cool in this hot weather. She told me there was a drinks cabinet and for me to help myself to whatever took my fancy. She asked if I could make her a drink too and bring it in to her clothes room. When I popped in the room, I saw her wearing the kimono that she had so proudly displayed just a couple of months before. She took her glass and took a considerable swig from it. Then she asked how she looked. I complemented her on the kimono. She took another large gulp of her strong drink. “Yeah, but how do I look?” she enquired. With that she opened up her kimono in a slow teasing manner and revealed that underneath, she was only wearing a pair of black knickers, complementing her olive skin. I stared at her otherwise naked body, with her beautifully formed but small tits and marvelled before confirming how great she looked. She replied “It seems to me that it's only fair if you are topless, so I should be!” I found her comment a surprising but refreshing statement allowing me to fully appreciate her near nakedness, How far would she go, I wondered. She let her kimono fall from her shoulders and drop onto the bed. She was now almost naked standing before me. Oh, my but she was sexy. I couldn't believe I was in this situation before her. “There we are, dressed the same!” she claimed. “But I'm wearing shorts”, I exclaimed. “Well we shall have to remedy that then.” With a energetic tug she had pulled my shorts down and I too was down to just my underpants. But in this state, she could clearly see the outline of my now growing penis. “Hrrrm, something needs dealing with”, she said as she started to pull even my underpants down. I was frightened she would be put off by my grey pubes, reminding her how much older I was, but she seemed engrossed in my cock and grabbed it with both her hands, wanking it to full mast. “Hmm, nice cock, much bigger than Geoff's, I think I need to give it some good lubrication!” At that she placed her beautiful lips around my manhood and started to moisten it with her sensual sucking. My cock was now very wet and standing fully erect. “Mmm, I think I need some attention now.” She removed her knickers slowly to reveal the beautiful black mound that matched her ebony locks.“ She say on the bed, opened her legs and ordered me to lick it. As I licked her pussy, I felt her labia starting to open before my tongue. At the same time, my hands started to trace rings around her areolae and then worked their way towards her hardening nipples. As I lifted my head up, I saw her labia fully apart, she was obviously ready to be mounted. “Mmm, I want it in me, let me feel your hard cock deep inside me,” she pleaded. I was truly expecting her to whip out a condom, but no it was obvious she wanted it raw. Yes, but she was obviously on the pill. I placed my engorged cock against her fully opened labia and began to push my way inside her. My lust for her had truly overtaken the amazement of now fucking the pastor's sexy wife raw. I pushed in hard and although she was very wet and obviously eager and willing to let me in, it was still a tight fit. But all I wanted to do now was to fuck her hard. I pulled out most of the way and then buried my cock deep inside her again. Again and again I used my dick as a piledriver. Astrid responded with growing moans. I started exploring her body with my hands as I fucked her. First her sexy hips and belly and then up to her firm breasts, which I played with and then gently over her sensuous lips, contrasting with my hammering I was giving her. She started moaning loader and then shuddering as an orgasm built up inside her. As I rode her hard I could see, my cock was now coated with a white film. This triggered me and I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. “I'm going to come, do you want me to pull out?” I enquired. “No way I don't want to lose even a drop of your seed.” With that she wrapped her legs around me, preventing me from pulling out and frankly the close bodily contact, just aroused me more as I shot my load deep into her. I could feel her vagina and cervix contract and clamp firmly onto my penis as she drew my semen deep within. Throughout the rest of the weekend, I worked hard on finishing the garden and worked hard on Astrid. We were at it like rabbits day and night. I was wrecked after a couple of days. I left her with a completed new garden, and unknown to me, with another present. A month later, she asked to speak with me privately. I presumed it was about our time together and that she was going to express her deep guilt over the incident. But no, instead to my horror, she admitted she was pregnant and that it had been planned all along between them. She told me Geoff was unable to father children and my age and looks were not that different to his. I enquired why she didn't approach me to offer a semen sample to father a child by artificial insemination. She confessed the reason Geoff wasn't giving her a child was that he hadn't fucked her for years, he was a closet gay. Since that was the case, she would rather “enjoy” the experience with me and had planned all the time my slow seduction. “You've got to admit we had a great time” “We'll claim Geoff is the father so no worries for you. In a couple of years time, the new baby is going to need a brother or sister, so I'm expecting a repeat performance then!” I was left pondering over the matter. The news I'd been used and that Geoff knew all about it. The offer of more from Astrid in the future, But finally that Geoff like me was gay.

Wow!!!! I’ve been a long time follower of this sight and slowly working my nerve up to exploring my bi/gay side, I joined BBRTS long ago, and recently created an A4A and Grindr profile as well to finally start indulging the other side of my sexuality. A quick bit of background, I’m 45 and all my life have exclusively been with women and was married as well. When I was married and dating I never hooked up with anyone else but in my younger years would frequent bookstores to suck and be sucked. I also went to a mans house that I met at a bookstore where I sucked him and he tried to fuck me but couldn’t keep it up with a condom and at that time I was strictly safe. My marriage recently ended, not due to anything regarding my curiosities but other deeper issues. It has literally been almost a decade since I last hooked up with anything other than a cis female and my last attempt to get fucked by a mtf failed because I couldn’t work through the initial pain. Taking an odd chance tonight I browsed through Grindr and come across a picture of a gorgeous woman and see she is nearby. I figure what the fuck and message her and within a few minutes/messages she’s on her way over. During the course of our messaging she sends me a picture of her gorgeous cock and ask where I want it and I obviously tell her in my ass. During this time no discussion of status has occurred but her profile says negative. Finally the moment arrives and so does she and her pictures don’t disappoint, she is gorgeous. After getting to know each other a little we make our way to my bedroom where we get to business, me sucking her, us 69’ing and eventually with me bent over in doggie taking her cock like the bitch I felt like. It hurt like I couldn’t believe at first but eventually it became the most amazing sensation as she rammed relentlessly into my ass. The amazing thing was no lube other than her saliva from eating me out and spitting in me was used. Eventually after I don’t know how long she asked where I wanted he to come and I initially told her, wherever you want but quickly changed that thought and begged her to flood my pussy with her come. Shortly after she obliged with what felt like a huge load and sank on top of me pushing it even deeper into my guts. After we both regained our breath and composure she went to my bathroom to clean up and answer a phone call. I saw much blood on the tissues she wiped her dick with and when I wiped my ass it was a pink mixture of my blood and her cum. In all my fantasies from reading stories on here I really never dreamed this was going to happen in such a random way, not only did I take a beautiful bare cock and let it breed my asshole it was attached to a gorgeous woman. As I sit here writing though I am beginning to get anxious as I think of the possible implications tonight’s actions might have. No mention of status occurred between us and thought she says negative on her profile can I really trust that? I must admit I have become a bit of a chaser from reading all the forum posts and stories over the years and the throught that I may have taken a positive load tonight I actually extremely arousing. I might be seeing her again tomorrow and the thought of doubling my shots is getting me hard thinking of it. Could I finally be the slutty Pozzed cumdump bottom I’ve been fantasizing about since discovering this site? Should I assume she’s poz or ask, isn’t that stupid to do now since I didn’t before? I’m also debating getting to a clinic, after I see her again and get Prep just in case but the more I think of it the more getting it this way with my face buried in my mattress taking a huge toxic load sounds amazing. And if not this one maybe the next, now that I’ve had a successful Grindr meet I can’t wait for more. I hope I didn’t ramble too much but I felt this was worth sharing as I owe tonight entirely to this site.

On occasion at the bathhouse I have discovered the work of other bottoms trying to sabotage my chances - taking the welcome sign off my room door, closing my room door when I wasn’t aware of it, erasing a reference to my room number on the chalkboard, or, more ckeekily, changing it to their own. More than once I’ve found guys stopped looking in at me in my room shooting daggers from their eyes, then stalking off. I don’t know why. It’s not as if there’s anything overtly special about me - I’m just another ass up in a room. But it may be that they’re jealous because I do have the gumption to actually hoist my ass into mounting position, and they don’t. I can’t help them with that.

This is apples and oranges. If you include all the men in the world as a whole who identify as straight (not gay), then of course penetrators will outnumber bottoms, by a wide margin - heterosexual males don’t take cock up their asses, by definition (and by practice). But if you survey the population of Men Who Have Sex With Men, you won’t get the same results. Informal polling on this site has repeatedly found a distribution of roughly 66% declared bottoms, 24% declared fully vers, and 10% declared Total Tops. The proportion of the population of declared bottoms who are actually bottom-leaning vers is likely quite high, with truly exclusive total bottoms likely occupying a range equivalent to Total Tops. But generally speaking, there’s a lot more ass trying to get filled than there is cock available to fill it at any given time. Anecdotally, most accounts from the field reflect what we see in the polling. In addition, in looking at the number of putative Tops on the apps, one has to take into account the masturbatory factor that renders a significant number of them null in terms of actual viable fucking partners. They aren’t actually looking to fuck, after a few fist beats won’t be looking at all, and are therefore not Tops in any functional sense.

Delete (v) - to strike out or remove (something written or printed); cancel; erase; expunge. I don’t think they have a ‘recycle bin’ that they toss accounts into that they can just yank them back out of. But seriously? After the time, effort, and annoyance required to accommodate an account deletion request in the first place, you expect them to just turn around and restore it because you arbitrarily changed your mind? And why, since you’re obviously posting from a freshly made new account, would they bother to resurrect your old one? I feel obliged to say that, from the appearance of your request, with its full-face cocksucking portrait and use of full real name, it smacks of an exposure fetishist who makes a habit of creating compromising accounts for tittilation, panics to have them taken down, then creates them all over again the next time he gets horny. Lather, rinse, repeat. Whether this is the case or not, it’s one of the things that gives Moderators grief about account deletion and makes it such an unending chore.

Just left... He wanted me to suck Him first, which when a Man enjoys and gets obvious pleasure, i get mesmerized and am all over Him. i love receiving a Man into me, and when He is into it, it's perfection. i loved making love to Him via His Cock, it's the only way i feel i can be sorta on top and giving Him pleasure. i have His Cock scent all over my face, which is a bonus of sucking a Mans Cock, i get my face marked with His scent. He can do that with His piss and cum, but that feels really wasteful to me, and i always crave to swellow all that, but His Cock, Balls and Crotch scent? Fuck, i lick and kiss and suck and rub my face between His Cock, Balls and Thighs (fuck, i love a Mans thghs) and i'm in heaven. Then He moans and growls and says: "I wanna fuck you," and He proceeds to tune my ass inside out with His Cock. He touches and holds my body in His hands, kisses my back, arms and shoulders, spanks my ass and pounds the hell out of me, breeds and possesses me. fuck

yes to all the above!!! and when writers do add characters of color-please make them real people and not just fetishes.

I live in a group, row, townhouse whatever you call it. House next door just sold and was told to an investor. Expected a crew to be working there. Finally saw an older black guy working and started talking. He introduced himself as Reverend ____, said he was the owner and this was his first try at this. Told him I did construction if he had any questions. Few days later went over and gave advice told him to ask if he needed more. Was off for a few days and got super horny. Left my kitchen door open and was sitting naked with a hard dick while cruising online. Wasn't paying attention till I heard a noise at door and there was the reverend just watching. A little embarrassed I turned to face him and apologize but his eyes were fixated on my hard dick. I stroked and shook it while he just watched. I invited him in and saw a bulge in his pants. I said go ahead and play with it. He said been a long time since he's been around another hard dick while he started stroking it. I said join me and get naked. In a flash I have a hard black dick in my hand. I invited him to suck on mine and he greedily did. I started playing with his ass and as soon as my finger touched his hole he let out a moan. I knew where we were going! I got down and en gulfed his dick with my mouth while getting a finger in his ass. Bent hm over the stool and slid in his ass with a bit of work. He now started getting really wild, pushing back and telling me to cum in his ass. Didn't take long till I flooded his ass with my charged nut. I pulled out, said...my turn and bent over the stool. He slid up in me and pounded away till he quickly busted balls deep in my ass. I put my arms around him kissed him and said let's do it again soon.

I think there's a bit of a chicken-and-egg issue at play between "does gay porn influence casual sex behaviours" or "do casual sex behaviours dictate the demand for certain types of porn". It's absolutely a case of economics; textbook supply and demand. It's definitely been mentioned in other threads, but the TIM Dawson films from almost 20 years ago (!) really did change both porn and orgies. Every bottom wanted their Dawson moment, so many of the group parties on BBRT (or similar) were of the one bottom looking for multiple tops variety. I've been to some of those as a top: some were fun, some were okay, and some were just plain awkward. There's been plenty of other videos since that follow that same formula - one bottom taking multiple "tops" over the course of a day or weekend. They all sell (or get watched somehow) in great numbers...so more of these get made. Personally, a proper orgy would be my preferred scene. Yes, I'd bottom more than top, but toward the end of the night, I'm going to need my own release - no better way than sharing the wealth around for someone willing 🙂 But yeah, I don't see many porn flicks or clips showing that kind of action. At least not in the numbers to rival the plethora of gangbanged-bottoms out ther.

Yea I'm a bit late with two for Tuesday, but here you go! Chapter 58: Soak and Poke Part 2 My suite was also very nice. It didn't have a whirlpool tub, but a huge walk in shower. I immediately got in and attached my shower shot, just in case. Once cleaned out, I put on my gym shorts, and headed to the spa, where I was greeted by a beautiful blonde Haired muscle stud. The first thing I noticed was a scorpion tattoo on his arm. As he greeted me, I casually grabbed my crotch and winked at him. He simply smiled. He suggested I soak in one of the hot tubs first, saying that they all had private access and he would put me in the only one that had a private massage area. He said I could remain naked between the two, then asked if i wanted him to be naked for the massage? I grabbed my now semi hard cock and said what do you think? He said the massage would be professional, but I was booked with him the entire day, and he included room services at no additional charge. With that we headed to the private hot tub, where I immediately stripped. The spa attendant said it looks like we will have a session in my room. He asked if it was private, and I said yes, but we might hear my parents fucking next door. He smiled and said guess we'll have to be quiet then. I immediately stripped and got in the hot tub to relax. The spa attendant said to soak for no more than 20-30 minutes. He said he would be in the massage room in 30, and to be face down and naked on the table. He arrived to the massage table with a towel around his waist, standing in front of me! His cock was rock hard and he dropped the towel revealing not only his 9 inch cock, but a biohazard symbol on his thigh. I asked him if he was toxic, and he said highly. I explained that I just got over my fuck flu and my parents decided on a weekend getaway after a tough week. He then rolled me on my back, and said he wanted me to pump him full of my newly pozzed seed once we went back to my room. His massage was for the most part professional. He did spend quite a bit of time on my cock and balls, and did suck the precum from my cock, saying there was nothing that tasted better than freshly pozzed cum. He then rolled me over on stomach massaging me from head to feet, skipping my ass at first. After my feet, he headed to my ass. He massaged each cheek with oil, then put some on his fingers, slowly slipping them partially in, fingering me slowly but not deeply. He said I'd get a deep prostrate massage once in my room.

Matty yelled as the feeling of Daddy Bill’s big hand entering his ass fully for the first time overwhelmed his entire body. He immediately started shaking and panting, making small groaning noises as his asshole learned how to exist around something so big. “Fuucking hell, baby boy,” Bill coed in his ear, wild with excitement and what he had just done to this gorgeous Twink, “I can’t believe it’s your first fist and it’s was my big paw that took you baby boy. Fuck you are a little miracle, baby boy, a fucking miracle.” But although Matty was staring intently into Bill’s eyes, he was barely listening. His entire body was alive, it was like he had crossed a mountain and could finally see: fisting was so fucking hot. Every part of his body tingled, his ass felt so full and the stretch felt so good—no wonder Teddy had acted like getting fisted was the coolest thing ever. Because. It. Fucking. Was. It was also a huge fucking hand in his ass. He groaned and cried out, his upper body convulsing slightly as struggled around the giant lodged in his ass. He knew Bill’s hand was bigger than any toy he’d ever taken. After a few seconds of this—although it felt like a lifetime—he came down from the mountain of endorphins to actually be in the world. He realized he was staring at Daddy Bill and Daddy Bill was saying something soothing to him. Matty smiled, looking in those big brown eyes, dark now from the drugs, and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” Matty reached down with one hand and for the first time felt another man’s wrist buried inside his hole, he moaned again, feeling the stretch. Bill kept his hand completely still, knowing that the boy’s masochistic tendencies and love of getting fucked would combine soon enough with the large amount of Tina he had consumed. When that happened, Matty would be ready for more. He was in no hurry—they had all weekend. And Mark could wait until the boy was ready for him. To be fair Mark was really good at getting boys where they needed to be and he knew the value of taking things slow at the beginning. Fuck, Mark hadn’t let him get with Teddy for several weeks and Teddy who had already been at the fisting and big toy game for about a year before he met Mark. But Matty was so beautiful—and as Bill had discovered and Teddy suspected, a total pig—that Bill figured that Mark’s famed strategic patience was probably going to be tested by this particular wait. “Fuck baby boy,” Bill said, leaning in close to Matty sculpted face, “You are so fucking beautiful right now.” Matty smiled, “God you make me feel so good, daddy,” Matty practically cooed, “Big gorgeous man with his fist up my hole.” Somehow saying those words turned Mattyon like a Christmas tree, he felt the intense feeling of submission he craved, and suddenly he needed more. “Oh god please fuck me, daddy,” Matty begged. Knowing his big paw could easily damage the inexperienced pig, Bill began to very slowly move his hand around inside. He still couldn’t quite believe the little man had done it. He had always expected to have to wait until Mark got out to the farm to stretch the boy out. No one had ever taken his fist first—fuck even Teddy, who at 25 had already been one of the hungriest butt pigs he had ever known—had taken him only with considerable effort even after Mark had been opening his entire colon with huge toys and his balled fist for hours. Bill fisted the boy slowly, never breaking new ground, just helping to make more space in his hole. As the Tina feelings kicked in, the boy began to whine a bit. “More daddy, more,” he begged. “Oh, baby boy, you don’t know how much I want to be punch fucking you right now,” Bill growled, “But we gotta go slow before we go fast.” Bill bent forward, hand lodged in the kid’s hole, and kissed him hard, tongue half way down Matty’s throat. Matty moaned as Bill started nipping and biting his throat and chest. Suddenly, his mouth was sucking one of Matty’s oversized areola into his mouth. As the nub of the nipple entered Bill’s and he bit down harder than he ever had. Matty arched his back and screamed and Bill felt his ass open up and he pushed hard. Matty yelled “Fuuuuck me daddy, fuck me!” And Bill slowly steadily pulled his big hand back. He slow fisted the kid, going just about 1/2-3/4 inch into the rectum and then pulling back to the 23-three-year kid’s assring. Bill knew from what Teddy told him, that with a first fist fuck, the smallest movements would feel huge. Matty’s upper body was squirming, he was touching his nipples, and chest constantly, as the incredible fullness activated his innate pigginess. Bill saw the change, and keeping his eyes on Matty the entire time, dipped his finger down into the tub of crisco beside him. He then rolled his finger around in the line of Tina he had crushed fine and laid out earlier. Matty felt Bill’s fist pause for a second. He felt a meaty long finger enter underneath Bill’s wrist. As it came in there was a slightly scrape and familiar burn. Bill rubbed the Tina-filled finger into the triangle space of his folded hand, distributing Tina both into Matty’s hole onto his hand. As Matty began to buck and moan, he withdrew his finger, being sure to roll it around inside Matty’s chute to ensure the kid got as much into his hole as possible. He then slowly twisted his hand, the feeling driving Matty wild, and very slowly opened his palm part way, giving Matty the rest of the huge line. Bill felt the change inside the hot little man immediately, as the fresh dosage increased the heat inside Marty’s stretched hole. The entire hole relaxed more than it ever had. He increased the pace of his fucking, and slapped the boy hard, four times, back and forth across his face. As he did so, he felt Matty’s hole give him even more room to play and so he increased the fist fuck, starting to pull out towards the assring and driving in, now starting to nudge the second ring. “What do baby boys say when daddy gives his boy hole a special present?” Bill asked darkly, sticking the finger that has been in the kids ass down Matty’s throat. Matty suckled and licked, and managed to say around Bill’s fingers invading his mouth, “Thwank you, swir.” “You know what, baby boy?” Bill said, “See this hand,” pulling his hand out of Matt’s mouth. “Yes, daddy.” “This hand’s function is to punish your face,” slapping Matty’s face lightly, “your nipples,” grabbing one and twisting hard, “and your little boy balls,” grabbing both balls in his hand and crushing down hard. Matty screamed, but pain pig that he was, his ass opened up more. Bill pulled his hand out further the he had, pausing as the assring stretched at the widest point of the knuckles. Matty grunted, moaned, and then panted from the stretch. Bill held him there for a moment, letting the totality of his control of the boys body sink in. “Now this hand that stretching your ass, baby boy,” Bill continued, “This hands function is to stretch you, baby boy,” and he pulsed his hand just slightly, stretching the inside of Matty’s ring and rectum. “But it also likes to punish too,” as he said this he shoved his hand harder than anything he had given Matty before, pushing through his rectum until the triangle of his fingers was lodged at the first knuckle inside Matty’# second hole. Matty screamed briefly, but within seconds he was groaning. “Hurt me, daddy, hurt my ass,” Matty begged, “Stretch me, daddy, more, please daddy.” Bill pulled slowly out, bringing his hand again to the kid’s assring, letting his knuckles slide out. He changed the shape of his hand, making the triangle wider and flatter. “Oh you can count on that, baby boy,” he said pushing hard, stretching Matty’s assring wider over his knuckles, the larger shape stretching the boy hole. Until again a tiny bit of his fingers were lodged inside Matty’s tight inner ring. Matty screamed again, panting and groaning from the stretch. Bill fisted the little pig for a bit. He didn’t enter the inner ring any deeper, but he did play with it, questing his individual fingers inside, singly, in twos and in threes. It drove Matty wild, when he felt action in that space, and he begged Bill for me. “No can do, baby boy,” Bill replied, “I promised your Daddy Mark he could take that part of you.” Satisfied the kid’s ass was opening up, Bill pulled out. Matty immediately started begging for more, his hole made hungry by the Tina. Bill lubed up a medium sized plug, smaller than his fist but slightly bigger than his folded hand, and slowly pushed it into the hungry cunt. Bill slid up on the rubber sheets to to the top of the bed, pulling Matty with him. “We’re going to take a little break from your ass, have some water, and see when your Daddy Mark and our Boy Teddy are coming to join us,” Bill said. Bringing the Matty’s head into his armpit, “why don’t you worship my pits for a bit, baby boy,” Bill said, “I know you want to.”

The address I received was not too far, more within the city though it didn't look so familiar. It was definitely near a bathhouse I went to once during my first year here. I asked Devin if he knew where it was and he only said that it was in a sketchy area. If I had to guess, it was probably the gay village. An area Devin was always adamant to go to since he didn't find it to be his 'crowd'. When he asked if I was going to see someone there he scoffed, asking if last night wasn't enough. I reminded him of the conversation we had before finishing it with "We can end things you know" "Maybe a break, or a pause at least?" It felt like whatever we had has been either of those. It made little difference. Not wanting to go on I said "Break, that's it. Let's do that". An "Okay." was the last thing he said before leaving the room. I crashed unknowingly on the sofa right after and woke up right before day light was about to end. I looked at my phone and it was almost 8. The only notification I got was from Ludvig, 30 minutes ago. "Here are some ideas I have for tonight. If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Come by anytime around 10." There were 4 videos attached. Each lasting around 8-12 minutes with a title screen at the beginning. 1. Fluid Starting from a birds eye view, the video starts with someone around early 20s I'd say who was locked in a sling. Eyes were blindfolded and limbs chained with a metal cock cage that came with a padlock. His legs were angled higher and pulled closer to his arms to fully showcase his hole. It was clear how strong he was tied for any attempts he made showed no difference in his position. The struggle he made at the start was perhaps from being awake. It could also perhaps be him having second thoughts. But then again, it was short lived. I'd imagine if I was him, it was only to get comfortable. The next camera angle was now above like the first but titled at a 45 degree to face the hole and showed the rest of the room. It was probably mounted on the sling, right in between the legs. The room was dark and lit by about 2 or 3 hanging lightbulbs at its corner. The walls were exposed brick with some sides graffitied, indecipherable in its scribbles. Among the gibberish tags I saw, I only recognized a biohazard symbol in circle. Its proximity to one of the light bulbs gave a better view of the wall than the rest. There was no other furniture, just broken crates and pallets scattered. Some blurry figures were sitting on them. The only opening in the room was an arch with its hinges remained. There were chips of wood hanging on its other side. Not much can be seen further pass it. The hallway following it was pitch black, darker than the room was and fizzy from the video. It was a black hole in the video. Motionless and being able to breathe as his sole action, his body was partially covered in foam below his head and a group of men encircled him, all in different kinds of leather masks that revealed the eyes. Most were nude or topless. Some in chaps, some in jocks, some only in denim jeans and a stained white tank top. There wasn't a fixed attire. Most had a decent body shape. Either they were muscular skinny, defined to the bones, or built massive with a strong and thick belly. I'd place Ludvig's type in between. They were all hairier than most of the men I've been with. They were definitely mature. A strange desire in me reignited again. The reflection from their glistened and sweaty body made up for the lack of brightness in the room. Two of them, who I now identify one as Ludvig came closer to the sling. Ludvig had a leather leotard on with his crotch fully exposed. I knew it was him from the scorpion at his back, claws now covered by the straps. His mask was a regular eye mask, mouth and nose still identifiable. The man opposite of him was in a chained harness and knee high boots. Nothing else besides a closed latex mask with openings at eyes, nose and mouth. His cock was big, fatter than Ludvig's, given that the cockring he wore was more visible than Ludvig's from watching the video. The girth was comparable, and the length I've yet to tell. Both men were still flaccid. Each were holding a safety blade, lifting their respective arms as they came closer to the foamed up body. Each blade focused on one part of the body. Ludvig had the bottom and the other had the top. As the blades touched, a time lapse started, fast forwarding the shaving process. They were delicate in their work. Not one minor cut. The boy in the sling made little movements, though any move was due to adjusting himself to how bare his skin was getting. As the foam was wiped, I saw how originally this person had hair as much as the men in the room. As the video progressed, he now had less and less. Each time the men glided their blade, it became clearer how beautifully shaped this boy's body was. His pecs were firmly round and his abs were protruding. The lower V part of his abdomen was no longer hidden. Stripping the hair from his pits made his biceps more prominent. The shave was like an act of sculpting. Ludvig was precise in stripping any hair from the boy's pubic hair, accomplishing his shave with only a single movement at each part. Even at the hole, he was swift. It was also at this point where both men, with little work left, took the liberty in being rewarded. Ludvig started to relish the hole after wiping the remaining lather while his coworker with the high boots was holding the boy's mouth wide open to take his cock. Finally I can see him hard. Like Ludvig, it grew exponentially. The length was longer and the boy could only take half before coughing, saliva dripping in agony. Light slaps on the face from high boots caused the boy to recollect himself and breathe before attempting again. This time, only a quarter of his cock was left. High boots was pleased, but I can tell not satisfied yet. Ludvig, still rimming relentlessly, enjoyed how smooth the hole was. His favourite kind to rim. As the boy chocked on high boot's cocks, he was also enjoying his freshly shaved hole getting eaten. A pain and pleasure that not many could afford I thought. How I wish I was in that sling. The boy's struggle in taking the massive cock continued with no end in sight for high boots. He pulled out and called onto Ludvig, who looked up. He signalled a look in which he tilted his head sideways to which Ludvig just nodded. They switched places and high boots cradled the boy's ass, now coated with spit higher to his stomach. He faced the crowd around for a moment before reaching out to obtain an oral syringe from one of them. An inaudible exchanged occurred between Ludvig and him. One of them used their hand to signal something small or big with high boots opening his palm completely. Ludvig just shook his head. Immediately after, the syringe was jammed into the hole and its content fully expelled. The men were now clapping and Ludvig walked to high boots to pat him on the shoulder. Both made their way back to the crowd. Soon, the boy was now panting with haste. A smile formed, creasing both sides of his cheek as his mouth moved in flicker. The crowd was now closer to him than before, caressing his new body. Some came close to sniff and smooch parts of him where his muscles stood out. The boy could only smile on. Ludvig returned, pulling the blindfold off, face now shown. He was conventionally handsome. Very good looking but never the kind I'd imagine. His hair was brunette, pretty long but above the shoulder and most likely tied in a bun. A golden retriever kind of guy who was a gymrat I'd wager. Close to my age I imagine. Seemed like the type to play by the rules. He had a sort of innocence in him that was now filled with lust. His dilated eyes were something I'd became familiar with. Initially, in regaining his sight, his facial expression was that of shock, not just in understanding his position and who he was with but at his body. He turned to look at every direction in an instant, before looking up above to the first camera, grinning, full teeth while being engulfed by the men around him. That look of lust that's always captured in these videos. The next shot was now shaky but clearer than before, a bit brighter. Chances are it was a handheld camera that one of the participant had. The sound was now better and the chatter more audible. Most were the usual dirty talk ranging from fuck yeahs and sexy, to slut and bitch boy. The camera moved closer to the boy, being referred to as a bitch, to look up. He looked directly with the same lust, saying yeah as someone was chewing his neck. The person behind the camera then asked: "You like this bitch?" "Fuck yeah." "Letting all these men use you, fuck you?" "Oh yeah." "How does it feel like in your new skin? Looking more like a bitch boy now?" "Feels fuckin good, man." "Shit boy, we're not even halfway yet." With a wink the boy said "Bring it on" It was difficult to see the rest of the body as it was still being appreciated by crowd. As it reach to his legs, high boots was crouched, head into the hole, slowly rimming the boy. When the camera reached to him he dived deeper into the boy's hole, minimally jolting him upwards. He looked directly into the lens, taunting "Who's next? Boy's fresh hole isn't going to be fresh for too long. Ludvig! You ready?" A distant loud aye can be heard through the crowd who echoed the agreement with yeahs all around. A skinhead man who was in his late 30s came forward toward high boots and asked to be next. With no hesitation and full force, high boots pulled him down to the floor and pushed his head into the boy. The skinhead caught himself by holding onto the boy's leg, continuing high boots's work. Unlike high boots, the skinhead ravished the hole. He whispered fuck yeah and god at times. Another man then came forward to try but when skinhead refused, high boots had to pull him off and remind him of where he was. The handheld camera was still facing the hole and the rimmer. High boots pulled the camera up, look behind to see Ludvig and stared back to the lens, announcing that "It's showtime." Camera now panned to Ludvig, who approached with something in his hand. A kind of metal hollow anal ring which diameter was close to a mug. It was shiny and pre-lubed. He crouched, gave the hole another lick and inserted it in the boy who flinched at first. The muscle in his sphincter tried to resist it. Ludvig, careful not to put too much force, reposition its angle, turning it in successfully. As it popped in, the boy screamed fuck yeah in the pleasure. A few seconds ago, it was pain. With the plug in, the boy's hole was wide open. His hole was also blooming, exhibiting motions of the plug trying to expel and receive. Ludvig called high boots, whose name is Klaus. "Would you do the honour? I feel as if you've been on it longer than we have. 3 days now, yes?" "No sleep in the last 60 hours and no plans to for the next 24. I'll be glad to." He then pointed to the camera, signalling whoever behind it to catch what he was bout to do. The boy, still enjoying the plug, continued to moan. Klaus slapped the ass, grabbing the boy's attention. He asked the boy if he knew what chem piss was. The boy shook his head. Klaus asked again if he remembered that said his kink was piss. The boy now nodded. In you? Boy nodded again, faster. Klaus's last question ; Wanna feel my piss in you? Boy replied fuck yeah. With that, he relieved himself without splattering else where. Straight and direct into the boy's hole, it filled up til its edges. Any move the boy made could spill it. "Good boy, let it in now..." Slowly, the piss level lowered, flowing deeper into the boy. The room became quiet, as the crowd was fixated on the boy's hole. When the boy's inside was visible again, Ludvig took Klaus spot. It wasn't as full as Klaus had piss but he still manage to relieve himself. Again, they waited for the boy to absorb it. Moments later, the boy's moans got louder than before, shouting how fucking good he felt. He had reached another state. One that I was determined to reach. Around 5 men had the chance to piss in him. When Ludvig saw that the boy was now feeling the chem piss, he and Klaus agreed that it was enough, and announced everyone to witness the boy's new altered state. The sweat falling off him was more rapid and his pores were moist as ever. In his breaths, he begged for the crowd to fuck him, to do anything they want to him. His chest, moving upward and dow to keep up with each breathe was a sight the crowd was in awe of. The crowd watch him beg and surrender himself. Finally, Klaus placed a dildo gag to silence him, leaving only sounds of muffled moans. A stopper was put in the plug, containing what was left. The video ended with the boy, up close, gagged, drool forming by the mouth, lost in a lust that I hope to see myself in. I didn't notice how hard I got when the clip ended. It had been a while. I could jerk off right now but I didn't wanna kill the excitement for the next one. I still had 2 hours before heading out. I swiped to the next clip.

Do you have a racial preference as far as cocks you suck?

College was expensive. I mean I know that isn't a huge revelation or anything, but I did not expect my scholarship to dry up so fucking fast. I was on a full ride for Lacrosse but it barely paid for tuition and books. Food and lodging was definitely not covered. A couple of the other guys on the team were in the same boat so we decided to look for a place we could all share. It didn't help that everything around Dallas was like three times the cost of normal places. We searched all over and finally one of the guy's dad had a rental property he was willing to rent to us, as long as we kept in shape. It needed some work and six athletic guys had more than enough time to fix it up. It was a nice house in the middle of suburban Richardson, a pretty expensive place outside of the city proper. As we drove up tot he place there were kids on lawns, dads moving shit...I mean it was right out of an old TV show or something. There was no way we could turn this into a party house, well not a real one. As we moved our stuff in we scoped out the place, wondering how much trouble we could get into before the neighbors called the cops on us. There were three bedrooms which meant two guys to a room. No one really minded because we were al a little homey-sexual. Don't know what that means? Let me explain. We all got a little handsy when we got fucked up. I mean we weren't gay or anything, but we were college athletes with bodies to prove it. We knew what a good looking guy was and when we got high or drunk, we got a little gay. Again, nothing serious, some sloppy kissed, a handy or at the most a bj, but that was about it. Gay chicken was an Olympic sport for us and everyone thought it was funny. I wasn't gay, but I was sure in the fuck bi. I liked fooling around with the guys but I never pushed it because the only reason everyone was cool messing around was that no one thought anyone was serious about it. I was a little serious about it. But you don't shit where you sleep so in my mind, my roommates were off limits and that was that. We were about done emotying the moving truck when three guys walked up on us. Wait, let me rephrase that. Three fucking studs walked up on us. There were brothers, that much was evident but the striking features and varying shades of blond hair they had. The oldest was built like a shit house, real bulky, football type guy and super A&F vibes. The middle was skinny but you could see he had some meat on him, of the three he was the least attractive and let me tell you, he could still get pussy by simply smiling. It was the youngest one that broke everything though. He looked 18, bright blond hair, shaggy like a surfers, blue eyes, and a body that looked like an action figure. This kid was like sex in Converse and I don't think he had any clue about it. “Sup?” the oldest one said, giving me the all knowing bro nod. “Hey man,” I said holding my hand out. “You guys moving in?” A couple of the guys stopped and waved and I nodded, “Yeah, we all play lacrosse at UH, you?” “I'm John, this is Eli and that's Sammy.” Eli nodded and Sammy tried to do the same but it just looked like a puppy imitating the older dogs. “We live over there,” he pointed to a huge house at the end of the block, “I play football at UH and Eli is soccer.” “I'm baseball!” Sammy volunteered, and he looked like it. Baseball guys were hot, like super hot. They had these savage upper bodies, no fat, great legs from all the running. They were just all around sex packages in my mind and Sammy looked the type. “So the jock brothers?” I joked. “Parker,” John said smiling, “Welcome to the neighborhood.” “Glad to meet you guys, so is it as strict as it looks?” Eli nodded, “Yeah, my mom is already on the phone with the other hens, complaining about the neighborhood going to hell.” “Damn, that was fast!” John shook his head, “Look bro, it's cool around here. But trust me, these assholes are looking for a reason to boot you guys and you've been here like five minutes. Just keep your head down and let them get used to you and trust me, they'll learn to deal.” “That's good advice man, thanks.” “Well, we saw guys who were under thirty in the neighborhood and wanted to check it out.” “Cool, you guys are welcome to hang whenever you want. There will always be beer and someone will be playing COD in one of the rooms.” “You guys game?” Sammy asked. “COD, Fortnite, a couple of the guys play Overwatch, least they used to. Yeah we game it up some nights.” John laughed, “Well you just ensured this one will be on your couch every day.” “These guys won't play anything with me!” Sammy complained, “They say games are for kids.” “Well then this is a whole house of 20 something year old kids.” His face lit up and I swear I felt my cock twitch in response. “Well cool man, you guys need any help with the boxes?” Eli offered. It was a good play, he could see there were like two boxes lef tin the truck they timed their arrival to make sure they could offer and not get hooked in to heavy labor. “Nah we got it, but if you guys wanna hang later, we're gonna have some brews as a housewarming party and I think they wanna Madden tonight.” John's eyebrows raised, “I could do some Madden.” “I thought games were for kids!” Sammy teased. “They are, but football is different.” Sammy rolled his eyes and we all laughed. “We should have shit hooked u by 6ish, come by then, we'll be ordering pizza too.” “Sweet,” John said holding his fist out for a bump, “I'll see if we can score some beers to pitch in.” I bumped him back and the all turned to leave. I tried not to stare at their fucking perfect asses through their shorts, but I failed that pretty bad. “What was that? Church of Zoolander recruiting?” I shook my head as I watched them, “No, are new neighbors.” “Cool, you wanna help me with these last boxes?” I shook myself out of my fever dream and nodded, “Let's get em!” I pushed the Parker brothers out of my head for now, I needed to unpack a house first. That night they all came over and brought a 12 pack with them. We had order half a dozen pizzas and had more beer than 60 people could drink. We had set up the TV's in the main room and had them all connected so we could play some epic games. They settled in, grabbing a slice and a cold one, even Sammy. His brothers seemed ok with it so I didn't care, I could tell John was keeping one eye on his little brother. Sammy had a baggy pair of shorts on and a Captain America shirt on that hugged his frame a bit too well. John was in a Dallas jersey and a pair of jeans while Eli had a hoodie and a pair of khakis on. The three of them could not have dressed any different but they were all obvious related. It reminded me in video games where you have to pick you character, The huge one, the skinny one or the one most people choose, the one with the perfect body. John and Eli got into the tournament pretty fast while Sammy watched from the other side of the couch. His calves were huge and covered with a light dusting of blond hair. He was leaning forward to watch and I could see his tight ass through the shorts and knew instantly I wanted to fuck this kid badly. After a few games my guys were holding their pwn but it was obvious that Eli and John had played together a lot. The first game went to overtime with the Parkers pulling it out at the last second. There were groans all around and more than a few fucks and bullshit muttered. Beers were passed out again for round two and one of my guys asked if they wanted to light up. Eli and John looked at each other and then John looked back to Sammy. “No way.” “Oh come on!” Sammy cried, “It's not like I haven't before!” “I don't care, of mom finds out you got stoned with us she will kill me, like literally take a knife to my throat kill me.” “Me and my friends get blazed all the time!” he shot back. “Then get high with them.” Sammy made a face and then stomped off to the kitchen. They lit up and began to pass around the joint, I decided to follow him. He was getting another beer obviously trying to calm down when I walked in. “Hey man, that sucks,” I said. “I get high all the time!” he raged, “Fuck I do it more than them. So unfair!” “So let's go up to my room and smoke our own joint.” His face broke out into a smile, “Really?” “Yeah, fuck them, they're gonna be down here playing all night. We should be clear upstairs.” “Fuck yeah!” he said cheering, “Dude you're the best!” I walked out and told John we were gonna go play Fortnite upstairs, he didn't even look back and said, “Cool man, Sammy behave.” Sammy flipped his back off as we walked upstairs to my room. I locked the door behind us and told him to turn on my Xbox while I got the weed ready. He eagerly turned everything on while I went to my weed stash. I could have rolled us one but I had a few special joints for special occasions. This was a special occasion. I grabbed a Rompums for him, that's a joint laced with ketamine, and a normal one for me. As I sat down I handed him the Romp and lit up my normal one. He leaned in for a light and took a huge drag off of it, I could tell this kid had smoked before and assumed it was a normal joint. HE inhaled and I saw him make a face, “What's that taste?” he asked. “It has rose oil in it,” I lied, “Makes the burn smoother.” He took another drag, “Yeah, I can feel that shit.” I toked on mine and grabbed a game controller, “You ready to play?” He had the joint hanging outside of his mouth, “Fuck yeah I am.” It was only a matter of time now.

I went to the XXL Lisbon Club but that was a total waste. Only one guy, bottom too - though I got to suck him. Another day I went to Drako Club... lots of action but apparently I missed out. Some bare action. The most I went to Trombeta Sauna and there is a good share of bare action. Did get some loads, but the amount of bottoms vs. tops is huge so you'd have to be lucky. Also a lot of guys knowing each other stick together.

Idk how to change this to an upvote, can anyone help me 🙈

Yeah, I generally have as good or better luck meeting guys at the bookstore booths and theater than I do on the online sites. The people who are only looking for a certain type won't be interested anyway, but some guys when the opportunity is there in person will give it a try.

Looking forward to next chapters 😈

I hate those WS vids, but I understand what they're doing. I want to see the guy swallow every drop too, but I think we're in the minority.

Inconceivable!

"Swallow" vids where the guy receiving the head jerks his load out and maybe 20% of it hits the open mouth of the guy that spent the time to work up to that. Related are the WS fetish vids where the bulk of it goes everywhere but in the mouth. It's all against that very British saying of "does what it says on the tin".

Great start

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

Random guy off Grindr pnp all the time

The original post reflected straight women, and life-experience is what it is.

Part 6: I sat there, covered in the stench of cum, sex, and what my tweaked out mind considered the stench and glory of a pig. I was starting to not be so high, starting to fade, and I passed out on a public bathroom floor. Naked. Left alone. I awoke to my dad and Master putting me in dads car. Just seeing them both grinning. I now even smelled of piss. “Looks like the faggot is waking up” Master said. “Indeed it is. It was a star, wasn’t it?!?!” I noticed dad kept calling me it…I didn’t mind. I was loving my new life. “Where are we going? And I wreak of piss!” I said noticing the aromas starting to really wake me. “Well of course fag, we walked in and told anyone that walked in to piss all over you, especially your face! Nothing better then my son being trash for anyone to use.” Master laughed and nodded. I started smiling. A week ago I would have cried. Now I’m a new fucked up person. Can life get any better? But suddenly I also noticed feeling run down. Not just come down from all the T, but like sick. I felt incredibly hot, sweaty, smelly, and starting to ache. Before I could say anything Master blurted “your converting, that’s what’s happening my slave.” I looked dumbfounded for a second. But I just couldn’t believe it. I’m becoming poz. Am I poz already? Who did it? ”We are so proud of our work, of your taking, and what we are about to do to you” dad said. “What am I gonna do dad? I’m willing as long as I can get something to eat.” then master barked “you will earn food when you have accomplished what we demand you stupid cunt!” I was taken back…but loved being degraded like this. We stopped and I saw my house. Didn’t seem like anything special. Dad got out and went inside. Master looked behind right at me and said “no matter what happens, you do as command. Got it?” ”Yes master!” Master got out, opened my door, and pushed me towards the front door. Something was going on. That’s when I started hearing multiple muffles, moans, spanking, someone was being used. And good. Master then said, “you slave will join us and fuck the person on the other side. No questions. No Bull shit. Just give your newly bugged HIV positive dirty load as many times as we command. Now say yes Master.” ”Yes Master.” He opened the door and my heart stopped. It was my boyfriend Johnny. Naked, tweeked, bruised, sticky, and being gang hanged by Father O’Brian, our high school math teacher (that was new and shocked me), the 711 manager, Sir and the cop from the public restop, all of them were circled around with my dad leading the gang fuck beating his dick so hard down his throat he almost vomited. Johnny for sure was fucked up. Before I could react, cry, scream, anything, Master just pushed me further. I had no clothes on, reaking of piss and cum, and no idea what to do. That’s when I felt a different kind of pinch in my dick. Father O’Brian looked like he did the smallest slam ever. But it didn’t get me high. It got me hard. Dad looked at Johnny and told him “tell your boyfriend. Tell him what you love. What turns you on.” Johnny still being fucked by our math teacher Mr. Brooks who was hung and high as fuck too, just looked me in the eyes and said “I love cheating on you. And I’m not sorry babe.” I started crying. He kept smiling. ”just like You I was corrupted. Our dads wanted this. And it became a joy every time your father Carl came over and fucked me, slapped me, chocked me, slammed me, pissed down my throat…and I won’t stop.” I was starting to tremble while Mr. Brooks didn’t give a fuck and kept pounding. Father O’Brian was videotaping and jacking off. The 711 manager was twisting his right nipple while the cop was twisting the left. And Sir was waiting patiently to switch with someone. Johnny looked at me and said “I’m still your boyfriend whether you like it or not, because I’m also our fathers slave. Just like you. But we will never be faithful. Come on, tell me you haven’t enjoyed being fucked and drugged by anyone who wants your body, and your a liar.” it’s true. Every word. He kept smiling. And I was so confused. That’s when master spoke “so your pathetic cheating boyfriend loves to hurt you? Hurt him back then.” Mr. Brooks took that as a cue and stopped fucking Johnny. I was rock hard. I went behind Johnny with Master instructing me “This is what he loves doing to you? And he’s been like you for a good few months now. Your father came up with this idea. Getting you later, tormenting you, and braking you into a complete slave for drugs and raw cock. So go on, give my son your dirty fucking AIDS load you slut.” With everything happening, feeling how I felt, smelling how I smelled, seeing everyone’s malicious and almost evil grins…I gave in. If this is what makes me happy, then might as well not hide it. This is who I am. I am a dirty poz incest whore. I grabbed johnnys ass and WHAM! I spanked him as hard as I could. But with no flinch. Johnny looked back, smiled. I smacked as hard as I could again. He loved it. “By the way son, your cheating boyfriend is a pain pig. Let’s see what you can do!” I just kept spanking. Hitting, and wanting him to hurt. But he loved it…it started making me smile. I was fucked up without being on drugs. Still feeling winded after a few smacks and being converted, I grabbed his cheeks with my nails and scrapped. Little bit of blood. “Do it to his hole.” Master said. I didn’t think and just dug my dirty piss nails into his asshole. Made him red a little. And just jammed my cock inside of Johnnys opened ass. It felt like I was fucking a hallway. So sticky, wet, and filled of different liquids. I just looked straight into his now red hole and jammed my cock inside hard.closing my eyes to feel every inch. Wanted him to feel my rage. But I knew he loved it. Everyone did. And I kept fucking, sweating, got dizzy a few times, but didn’t stop. I then felt something new. I felt another cock. I opened my eyes to see my dad below us putting his dick in at the same time. “This is what I’ve wanted us to do my son. I’ve wanted us to become dirty poz pigs as father and son. And this will only strengthen our bond.” I fucked Jonny’s hole with dads cock gliding side by side. Dad looked Johnny and me and said “I’m getting close, bows the time my boy.” With the command my dad cummed all inside while I was still fucking. “Now slave, cum!” Master commanded. I couldn’t resist. I came deep. Felt the mixtures of loads and some blood. And knew this was probably in store for me soon too. If not, I will beg. That’s when I collapsed on top of Johnny. Master looked at us both and said “you two will still be boyfriends to the world whether or not you really are. But you will always fuck or be fucked whenever we say. Got it.” “of course master” Johnny said. they all looked at me. “Yes. Yes master. Yes Dad.”

Part 5: After dad left I had a random middle eastern daddy and the manager of 711 immediately waiting for me to come to the small truck stop bathroom. Only a few stalls but I was take to the biggest handicap stall. Both of them fucked me and came quick. I was still flying high. my phone started ringing after they both left. It was master Hughes. “Hello my hood faggot slave. Whole town is already begging to have you. So that’s what’s gonna happen. We’ve told everyone you’ve been inducted. You’ll see a lot of familiar and unfamiliar faces. And don’t worry about school, not like you’ll be anything but a slut in your future. Just take dick in that bathroom until I come pick you up. And whatever they say goes unless it’s a condom. Got it?” I forgot about school or even my friends there. But honestly, fuck it. This is all I want. I never thought I’d ever be like this. Been only a day. I said with a smile “YES MASTER.” just then another person opened the entrance to the bathroom and master just replied “good, now sounds like you have work to continue.” as he hung up on me I turned around to see someone I’ve never seen before. He was a tall muscular ginger man who stood at least 6 feet tall. His eyes were dark green. A tattoo of a biohazard symbol on his right shoulder. His hair was wavy on top but buzzed on the sides. And his buldge already pronounced in his gym shorts. He grabbed me out of the stall completely naked with my safety of the stall behind me. I was still so high to even fight to go back to the stall, but he saw how nervous I was. ANYONE could walk in. What if a cop came in? Or a family? Fuck am I doing? But still I just looked into his eyes standing there with his face next to mine. ”Your such a beautiful pig. You remind me of my own son.” With that he put his lips to mine and made out with me. His muscular hands going slowly up and down. I couldn’t help but sink into his kiss and this moment. This stranger must have noticed cus his hand then immediately started to finger me slowly. It felt so good having him swirl the random loads then were kept inside me. “yeah boy, your a natural. Just let a man use you and you’ll unleash your true inner pig.” As he said this he started to undress. First his shirt to reveal his gorgoues abs. Then he licked the side of my face as he undid his shorts. He was showing his hot red jockstrap off with me naked. he grabbed my face and growled in a quickly serious town “on your knees boy, now.” I didn’t need convincing. My body was still feeling every touch like a pure moment of ecstasy. He walked to the stall with my clothes and grabbed the lube I was given. “Now I know your hole doesn’t need lube, but your dad did tell you that he mixed t in the lube right?” He saw me just shake my head no. ”well of course he didn’t. He texted me right as he left ya boy. He knew you wouldn’t wanna be clean anymore. Such a good dad, isn’t he?” the hot ginger guy came to me and told me without removing his jock to devour his crotch. ”mmmm boy is a good worthless cum and Chen slut, isn’t he. Just like my son. You actually know him boy. Sits next to you in some of your classes. We just moved here because we needed to be with others just like us. And oooooh you definitely like that don’t you boy?” as he was telling me all this I was trying to think who, but didn’t even notice that my body was instinctively already sucking through his jockstrap and mumbling uuuh huh. ”you call me Sir when your mouth isn’t full. Ok boy?” I took my mouth off for a brief second to say yes sir. ”good boy. Here, start tasting the real thing.” Sir took down his jock to show his hot 7 inch thick cock. I didn’t need further instruction and started to swallow his veiny hard cock down my throat. It was glorious. He started to moan and facefuck me slow but made sure to not take his cock out or let it come out at all. I couldn’t help but start gauging which only made sir start throat fucking me faster. I was in pure heaven. But as I was getting into it, the door swung open. A tall figure came in fast and as I looked up I almost yelped. It was a cop! A cop with shades, full blue uniform walking in on two naked men in the middle of a public bathroom. He took his shades of and looked straight at my face. I tried to take my mouth out but Sir shuved his hand on the back of my head keeping me down. Sir asked in a regular tone “is there a problem officer?” The cop kept his face on me the entire time. Silent for a minute. He then grabbed my head off of sirs dick and slammed it on his crotch. “No problem as long as he’s a good cocksucker” the officer replied. ”so far very good. We’re you texted about the new pig in town too?” Sir said ”no, this is just the best bathroom in town to get your dick sucked, and heard sloppy noises from out the other side of the door.”the police officer started to unzip and move his pants halfway to put his dick in my mouth. “you know kid, fucking in public is illegal. But it’s a good thing you picked the right place to do it. I come hear all the time to use hungry cock lovers like you. As he started growing hard in my mouth Sir got behind me putting his dick against my ass. Naturally he slid in and moaned “fuuuck his ass is nice and used. Gonna add your dick too?” ”in a bit.” The officer replied. The feeling of one dick in my mouth from a man in uniform with muscles, broad shoulders, hairy chest and crotch while another muscled man fucks my ass, is the best feeling in the world. But honestly any two dicks in me makes me feel this way. Once fully hard the cop started to slam his cock in my throat making me almost puke after 2 minutes. Fuck this is so much at once I thought. “mind if I join you in that hole?” The cop asked ”you mean dp?” Sir replied the cop smirked and said “well considering how horny and tweeked he looks, I’d say he wants it.” ”he just started bottoming yesterday. But let’s make Him learn what he needs to know.” I was a bit nervous but Sir started putting in more Chem lube which made my asshole feel even better. I thought if they take they’re time everything would be ok however once I was scooted up and repositioned Sir kept his cock in me and the cock forced his dick in me fast. It definitely hurt for a little and the cop said “don’t worry slut, you’ll love it in a minute. Can’t go slow with dp, it’s better to get them in before your hole can reject them.” both sir and the cop were moaning like animals just like me. As I was filled they both made my ass feel like it was being torn apart. I didn’t even know I could do this, but t makes anything possible. After a good minute more my hole went from pain to immense pleasure. I started to beg for more. But quickly Sir came and then right after so did the cop. I can’t believe it’s only been two hours since I was dropped off

In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

The rest of the night I could only think about the cum in my ass. I thought I got it all out but when I slide my finger in my ass I could still smell cum on my finger. It turned me on, and I had to jack off in the bathroom and I fell asleep trying to picture what the guys I sucked off looks like and I was not sure I had ever been so horny in my life. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it was no use. I finally dozed off and got up early and showered and headed to work. I fought the temptation to go back to the glory hole and check it out at lunch and decided to surf the internet and I stumbled on to a website squirt.org and I joined since it had a section on where glory holes could be found, and I realized there was one in a building two doors down. I read a few of the post and decided it was work a walk to check it out. When I arrived, there were already to guys in two of the three stalls. The middle one was open, and I entered and sat on the toilet. Both buys started tapping their feet, I peeked through the hole on the right and from what I could see there was a guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt holding his dick. He looked lean and in good shape. The other side was a businessman in a dress shirt and tie. I was not sure what to do but I put my fingers up to the hole with the guy in sweats and he stood up and guided his dick through the hole. He was sporting a nice moderately thick 8-inch dick uncut, and I began so suck his dick and he was moaning. The other guy put his dick through the hole although I could not see anything until he knocked on the wall and I pulled off the dick I was sucking, and a huge dick was rock hard pointing right at me, and I began to suck his cock while I held onto his 8 inches and slowly jacked it. I went back and forth for several minutes and then the guy to my right 8 incher pulled out and asked to see my ass. I had cleaned out before I came so I dropped my underwear and showed him my ass while I sucked the other guy’s dick. The guy to my right reached through and felt my ass and then pulled me back to him and lined my hole up with the glory hole and began eating my ass like the skater dude had done. This went on for three to four minutes and then he slides his finger inside me and then and another and just like before his dick slide in me bare and he began to fuck me. It felt amazing and then I heard him breathing heavy and he said take my nut you little slut. He pulled out and said clean my dick boy and I turned around and sucked his dick clean while my ass was pointing toward the hole. I felt the businessman touch my hole and slide his finger inside me and then pull me toward the hole while I was still sucking the other guy’s dick and before I knew it that huge dick was pressing into me, and it hurt. I was making some noise and the guy who just fucked me pulled out of me and held some poppers up to my nose and I inhaled three times each side and I was flying while the guy behind me fucked my hole and 8 to 10 minutes later he shot his load inside me. The guy who gave me the poppers said good boy and he unlocked his door and went to the sink and the businessman also did and I heard businessman say fuck dud you were right; you can find some great ass here. I thought fuck, they planned this entire thing, and they were just waiting for someone like me. I waited for them to leave and sat on the toilet hoping someone would come in and then I heard the door, footsteps the stall door open, close and lock and the guy unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to the floor. He sat down and I peeked through the hole, and it was a middle-aged white guy, good looking and he had a wedding ring on. I tapped my foot and so did he, then he put his finger to the hole, and I stood up and guided my dick through and he began to suck my cock and six or seven minutes later I shot a huge load in his mouth. I walked back to my car knowing I had two loads inside me and as much as I was annoyed that they knew each other and I was getting hard picturing their hot dick and know I had a part of them inside me.

Part Seven When we walked into Josh's room he was naked on his bed, legs spread. He was stroking his cock with some lube and the look of hunger on his face was palpable. Sammy wasted no time and walked over to the bed. He climbed up and straddled Josh's chest, his cock right in lacrosse stud's face. “Get me ready,” Sammy demanded. I was so turned on. Josh opened his mouth and Sammy pushed his cock into willing mouth. I watched Sammy's smooth as clench as he fed the old boy his enormous cock. Josh's hand gripped the two, hard mounds of muscle and forced as much of the swollen member into him as he could. I was about to say something when Sammy grabbed Josh's hair and ordered, “Use more tongue.” Josh actually moaned around the cock as he complied to the younger boys wishes. I wasn't sure who was getting off on this more, Josh for finding a younger, horse cock jock to fuck him or Sammy, having a fucking lacrosse jock worshiping him. Or me knowing I owned them both. I saw Sammy lean in and heard Josh start to gag as I watched my blond little baseball boy face fuck my best fiend. I stared to strip, knowing there was no way I could just watch this. Sammy pulled his cock out of Josh's mouth and barked, “Lick my balls, get on em!” Josh lapped at Sammy's smooth balls like a dog to peanut butter. I remember sucking on them myself and knew Josh was in for a good time. I sat down on the chair and started stroking myself watching Sammy go at it. “Lower,” he ordered Josh, moving up, making Josh go under his balls. Josh moved under Sammy and started shoving his tongue up Sammy's tight little hole. Sammy groaned as he relished the feeling of a guy four years older than him debasing himself by licking a high school jock's hole. He was in heaven. “Stop,” Sammy gasped, moving back, “Stop!” he snapped, pushing Josh back down. He sat there, breathing heavy on the bed as his cock dripped. “Lay down,” Sammy said with a deep voice, full of lust. Josh laid back and Sammy grabbed Josh's muscular legs and moved between them. “I have lube...” Josh said quickly. Sammy looked at him with a grin that came straight from hell, “You should have used more spit.” And shoved his cock into him. Josh let out a wail as Sammy sank nine inches of Texas made beef into his lacrosse ass. Josh held on for dear life as Sammy slammed his cock into him in one shot. Josh's head fell back as the air was knocked out of him. I fully expected Sammy to just start piledriving him but instead he just stood still, letting Josh adjust. It was an impressive move considering when I was his age I would have just humped as hard as I could. But he was learning, this wasn't just about sex. It was about power. “You feel that?” Sammy asked him and Josh nodded, trying to focus past the pain, “That's a real cock, not these little twigs everyone else has, that is a Parker cock.” To make his point he pulled back and inch and slammed his hips forward. Josh cried out in pain and in pleasure. “Tell me to fuck you.” Josh had a hand up against Sammy's hard abs, trying to gain a few seconds, “I want it sir....please...please go slow.” The smile on Sammy's face when he called him sir was priceless. Sammy slowly gyrated into Josh, making the older jock moan under him like a cat in heat. “You like the cock?” “Yes sir...oh god....yes....” I had to admit, Josh never begged me like that. But then again I didn't have Sammy's cock. Josh's cries became louder and louder as Sammy picked up speed and really started to fuck him. I marveled the way to the boy manhandled Josh, bringing Josh's legs to his shoulders and leaning down, fucking him hard. I almost came when Josh tried to jerk himself off and Sammy slapped his hand away. “You cum when I tell you too!” My boy had become a man. There was a wet squelch as Sammy pulled out, “Get on all fours.” Josh scrambled over, his eager ass pointed skyward in seconds. Sammy placed his cockhead to Josh's hole and sneered, “Fuck yourself.” I hadn't taught him that one! Josh whimpered as he pushed back onto Sammy's huge cock, the teen standing completely still, making the older boy do all the work. Once bottomed out Josh stayed still, allowing his ass to adjust to the monster and then slowly started to pump back and forth, fucking himself as Sammy had ordered. “Faster,” Sammy cried out and Josh complied instantly. I couldn't just watch any more. I got out of the chair and came behind Sammy, prying his cheeks apart to find his little rosebud. “Hey, what are you...ugghhhh.” Sammy said as I speared my tongue into his asshole. I savagely tongue fucked the kid as Josh kept slamming himself onto his cock. Once I was sure his was prepped I came behind Sammy and pushed him forward, which caused Josh to lean forward. “Stop moving,” I ordered Josh, who froze, unsure what was going on. Now it was turn to push into Sammy in one go. His head flew back as I entered him, his tight little ass struggling to accept me. Once my pubes hit that perfect ass I grabbed Josh's hips and readied myself. I pulled back and began to fuck Sammy, which then caused him to fuck Josh, and before too long both of them were groaning and begging for more. “You feel that?” I said as Sammy took my cock, “I'm fucking both of you, you're both my bitches....right?” “Oh god...” Sammy exhaled as Josh just groaned, completely flat on the bed, unable to resist the fucking anymore. Sammy fell down to his knees as I pushed harder and harder. I'd fucked him before but this was different. This wasn't about bending him or getting him to admit something. This was me breaking him, getting him to understand no matter how big he thought he was, I was still on top. “Oh...oh....” was all Sammy could say as I fucked him fast, making him plow into Josh with the same ferocity. “Mine, got it...you're both mine...” “I'm yours!!” Sammy cried as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, “I'm all yours...” “Fuck yeah you are.” “I...I'm close...” Josh said on the bottom. “So am I,” Sammy admitted. “Both my bitches want to cum?” “Please sir...” Josh whined followed by Sammy...”Please make me cum...” I pulled out to my head and then just full length fucked his kid as hard as I could. He squealed as he felt what an actual savage fuck felt like. Josh;s cries grew louder and louder until he began to shudder under us. “His ass....gripping my cock....” Sammy cried out as his own ass clenched my cock and he began to cum. “Fill that cunt up with your babies,” I said in Sam's ear as he shot load after load up Josh's jock ass. Sam was shaking as I felt my own cock respond to his orgasm and began to pulse. “Breeding your ass...” I said through clenched teeth and unloaded into him. The three of us just moaned as we all came again and again...finally collapsing into a pile of sweaty jocks, all spent from sex. Josh rolled out from under Sammy as Sammy turned to face me, his face dripping in perspiration. He leaned in to kiss me and I responded, normally I wasn't this expressive with guys but something about this kid made me fucking melt. “So....you like that?” I asked him. He nodded with a huge smile, “Fuck yeah...” “So, you think you wanna dominate some more?” “Hell yeah!” he said eagerly. “You wanna dominate your brothers?” His eyes flashed and I could see the hunger in his face, “Yes.” “Ok then....tell me about Eli.” “What do you want to know?” I gave him an evil grin, “Everything.”

Part Four We settled in and smoked it up. I kept watching Sammy carefully, after a a couple of minutes I could see the goofy grin on his face. I put my joint down and moved over to the couch he was on, “You ok?” He looked at me with unfocused eyes and nodded. I took the joint from his hand and put it down, “It's hot in here isn't it?” “Yeah kinda...” he slurred. “Let's get this shirt off them.” He sat there as I took his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. God there was that chest again. This boy had no idea how hot he was. I reached down and tweaked one of his nipples and he instantly responded. “Yeah you like that don't you Sammy?” He nodded and I leaned in to nibble at the other one. “Oh fuck...” he moaned as I alternated between the two of them, driving the kid nuts. When I stopped his face was flushed and he stared at me with naked lust. I leaned in and kissed him hard and was instantly met with his tongue. He was into this, big time. I moved to his neck and he just threw his head back, giving me full access. He was grinding under me as I assaulted him with my mouth in every possible. After he was worked up I moved back “Take off your shorts.” It was important that he did this himself. He was here voluntary but I needed him to fully commit to this. I need him to do this of his own free will, so next time we didn't need the pretense of the joint. His hands fumbled at his waist for a few seconds and then he pulled them down, boxers and all in one go. His cock was already hard, jutting out looking like a fucking baseball bat. “Jesus fuck,” Josh exclaimed, “That's massive.” “Yeah, all the Parkers have a big dick, don't they Sammy?” He nodded with a smile, “We are blessed...” “How big are your brothers?” Josh asked with a hunger. “John is way bigger...” he said with a dreamy tone in his voice, “Eli isn't as big as me,” and he covered his mouth as he laughed. “Move,” Josh said dropping to his knees as he began to worship Sammy's monster cock. “Oh fuck yeah...” Sammy exclaimed, grabbing the sides of Josh's head, guiding him down. I heard Josh gag a little and the grin on Sammy's face told me he was used to that. I shucked my sweats off and climbed on tot he couch. My dick was now eye level with Sammy and he looked over at it blankly. “Open up.” He didn't move and I grabbed his head and moved it towards his face, “Suck my fucking cock.” My cockhead pressed against his lips and for a few seconds nothing happened. And then I felt his tongue swirl around the head and finally I entered his mouth. It wasn't anything great, it was obvious the boy had never had a dick in his mouth before. “Cover your teeth,” I demanded, smacking the top of his head, “Use your tongue more.” With every order he responded until our little high school jock was sucking dick like a pro. I guided his head like he had done to Josh and I could tell he was getting into it by the way his tongue kept doing laps around my shaft. Josh on the other hand was in hog heaven with the kid's fuckpole. He held the bottom with one hand and licked the top half like an ice cream cone. “Josh, start rimming him,” I said. Josh looked up at me and his pupils were huge, he was way into this kid's cock for sure. “Start prepping him.” John nodded and raised Sammy's leg up a little to get access to his ass. As soon as Josh penetrated him I could tell from the was Sammy moaned around my cock. I stood over Sammy's chest, my cock still in his mouth. His head was all the way back as he choked on my cock as he was getting rimmed. There was something primal about two college guys just using this high school jock for our own pleasure. On the surface Sammy looked like the perfect all American boy, but here he was with a cock in his mouth and a tongue up his ass. It was more than just debasing the kid, it was like I was fucking the entire neighborhood at once. “Relax your throat,” I told him as I stopped pistoning and slowly pressed my cock down his throat. He began to gag and I said, “Breathe through your nose, just relax your throat like you're going to swallow.” He stopped struggling and I could feel my head touch the back of his throat. Slowly I shoved my cock down, feeling this baseball boy deep throat his first cock. I pulled it back and could see the tears in his eyes from effort and I smiled, “Good boy, so good.” I cupped his face and leaned down to kiss him, which he responded to instantly. We made out for a good while as Josh kept loosening his ass up for the main attraction. I pulled back and looked at him, “You ready to get fucked?” His looked half eager and half terrified but he nodded slowly. I climbed down off the couch and tapped Josh on the head, “We're ready.” He came up for air, huge smile on his face, “This kid is fucking hot!” “Tell me about it,” I pulled Sammy to his feet and then took his place on the couch. “Come on champ, you know what you want.” Sammy moved to sit on me, expecting me to do the work. “Grab my cock, line it up.” I ordered, again making this his decision, not mine. I felt his hand grab my dick and then move it into place. I felt that tight, little hole and looked him dead in the eyes. “You know what you want.” Slowly he began to lower himself onto my cock, his eyes closing and a small whimper escaping his mouth. Inch by inch my cock sank into him, all of it done by him as I didn't move a muscle. Finally I felt his ass settle on my lap which meant he took my whole cock willingly. “Good boy,” I said kindly, stroking his hair, “You ok?” He nodded, and I kissed him again. Like any puppy it was important to give positive reinforcement for good behavior. He kissed me back and I could feel his ass squirm against me. “You ready?” He nodded. “Go for it.” He pulled himself up and I felt my dick move in that impossibly tight ass. As he slid back down he let out a hearty moan and threw his head back in delight. Again he lifted himself and then slammed down harder. By the fifth he was really going for it. On the sixth I pushed my hips up when he came down. The effect was instant as he let out a loud, “Fuck!!” and his cock let out a hefty spurt of precum. I grabbed his waist and started moving this kid around like a fucking sock puppet on my dick. He was wild, head thrashing from side to side as he called out, begging me to fuck him harder. This kid may have been straight last week but since then he had discovered he had a hungry pussy that needed to be fed all of that didn't matter anymore. Josh had his phone out and was capturing the moment in all it's glory I smiled and gave a thumbs up to the camera and Josh panned around to show Sammy's face. “You like that Sammy? You like getting fucked?” “Oh yeah, oh yeah....harder....fuck me harder....: he panted. Josh gave a thumbs up saying he had caught it and I knew Sammy was ours for life now. “You like that cock?” I asked and Sammy nodded, sweat flying off his matted hair. “You like getting fucked don't you kiddo?” “Yeah....love it....harder...more....” I looked over his shoulder to Josh, “You heard the boy, he wants more.” It took Josh a moment to figure it out and once he did the gin on his face was pure evil. “Hand me his joint,” I asked. I took the joint as Josh lit it and put it in Sammy's mouth, “Big drag buddy, come on, hit it like a real man.” Sammy took a four second drag and then swallowed it, coughing a few times after. The effect was instantaneous, he let out a strained, “Whoa...” and he became wobbly on top of me. I handed the joint back to Josh and gestured for him to get behind Sammy. “Ok, you good? You like that?” He nodded blankly, his eyes focused on nothing. “Do it man,” I said to Josh. I felt Josh's cock press next to mine and then slowly push into our little baseball boy. “Wha...” Sammy exclaimed slurring his words, “Wha you guys....nooooooo!” Josh cock pushed into the already tight hole and Sammy didn't know how to process it. “Wai...wait....” he panted, “No not...oh fuck...not this....” Josh's cock next to mine felt incredible as he pushed all the way into Sammy. We both stayed still as the jock's ass fluttered around our cocks, trying desperately to adjust. “Come on Sammy...” I said cooing, “You wanted more.” I pulled him up and he let out a plaintive moan all the way, “No....tooo much....: I let him go and he slowly slid down our cocks, “Fffuuucccckkk.....” he hissed as he bottomed out again. I raised him a few inches and let him go again and the noises began to change. “Yeah, see....you know what you need,” I said pulling him up again, “You need your pussy filled.” This time I slammed down and his eyes flew open as he tried to steady himself on my shoulder, “FUCK!” he screamed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck...” he exclaimed as I began to bounce him up and down a few inches faster. Josh was nibbling on the back of his neck as he both fucked him, trying to overwhelm the boy with as much pleasure as we could. I kept pulling him up farther each time until he was moving up and down nearly the entire length of our dicks. “Oh yeah...yeah....oh god...” he huffed, giving up the fight, his head slumping down onto mine. Now we really went at it. We both forced our way up into him as hard we he could and each time he would whimper and moan as he took it. His ass was adjusting to the girth and the pain must have lessened be cause I could feel Sammy pushing back slightly after about two minutes. “Oh you like that Sammy?” He didn't answer or raise his head, but he was pushing back all the same. “Yeah Sammy likes his pussy smashed doesn't he?” As I talked to him his pushes became harder. “Come on Sammy, tell me you want more...beg for me.” He didn't say anything so I stopped moving him. “Forget it Josh, he doesn't want it.” Josh began to pull out and Sammy's head came flying up, “No! NO I like it...please...” He was pushing back, trying to push Josh's cock back into him. Josh responded by slamming into him and Sammy let out a low growl. “You want us to fuck your pussy?” “Yeah...fuck me...fuck me...” he begged. “Fuck your pussy?” He hesitated. “I ain't a fag Sammy, I only fuck pussy....don't you have a pussy?” He looked confused and I looked at Josh, “Fuck it, let's roll.” Josh pulled out again and Sammy started to panic. “Yes, I have a pussy! Fuck my pussy...hard....come on please....fuck me!!” I smiled and said, “Good boy, “ and kissed him again as Josh thrust into him. Now Sammy was riding our cocks willingly, his hands on my shoulders and using his strength to pull himself up and then meeting our hips as he trust into him. Watching the muscles in his torso work as he desperately fucked himself was so fucking erotic. “Yeah Sammy likes this...” I said taking a hole of that monster between his legs, “Why did god give you such a big dick...” I pulled him down hard making his scream, “When you have such a fuckable pussy!” “Fuck my pussy...harder...yeah harder...faster...” he demanded as I stroked his cock. “What would your brothers do if they caught you riding our cocks Sammy?” He let out a moan and I could feel his cock throb in my hand from the thought. “You think your brothers have hungry pussys too? You think the Parker brothers want to get fucked?” He didn't say anything but his moves became more frantic as he got off on the image. “You wanna see us fuck your brothers Sammy? You want that?” He looked up with a hunger in his eyes and said, “Yeah...fuck them...fuck them hard....” I felt his cock jerk and knew he was about to blow. “You wanna fuck your brothers Sammy?” He let out a “FUCK!!” that must have been heard across the neighborhood as he unloaded on my chest. Wave after wave of cum exploded out of his monster dick, his ass clenching bring me and Josh to the edge. “I'm gonna cum,” Josh said panting. “ME too.....so close...” We began fucking him harder and Sammy squealed like a pig as he assaulted his already sensitive prostate. “Yeah gonna fuck your brother Sammy....gonna slam them hard....” He was just speaking gibberish now as his cock kept trying to shoot. “Fucking breed this kid,” I roared as I let loose into his guts. Josh was right behind me and we filled this little high school jock with enough cum to impregnate a dozen girls. We both stayed still as we shot load after load into him, the whole time Sammy begging for something... Josh let out a sigh and pulled out of the now wrecked ass. Sammy was on my chest, like a tired puppy from a long day of play. “You like that Sammy?” I asked him, pulling his face up for a kiss. He gave me a smile and then kissed me passionately. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Part Three A couple of days passed and no word from the Parkers. I had school and practice so I didn't really care, but I was wondering if little Sammy remembered anything from that night. I hadn't told the guys what I had gotten up to for a few reasons, One, they would have asked a million questions and two, a couple of them would have asked why I hadn't invited them to join. After a long week Josh, a midfielder with blond hair and dangerous eyes, and I were up Saturday morning watching YT and eating breakfast when there was a knock on the door. We looked at each other in confusion since we weren't expecting anyone. I got up to answer and was pleasantly surprised to see Sammy standing there with a huge smile on his face. “Hey!” he said cheerfully, “What you guys up to?” I moved aside to let him in, “Chillin, eating some cereal, you hungry?” “What you got?” he asked heading towards the kitchen. I showed him the half a dozen boxes we had and got him hooked up with a bowl. He sat down with Josh and me and we all ate in silence for awhile. “So what brings you around?” I asked after awhile. “Bored,” he said between bites, “Wanted to see if you guys wanted to get high.” “You holding?” I asked. He pulled a small bag of weed out of his shorts, “All we need are papers and we're gold.” Josh smiled, “I can handle that.” and he got up to go grab some from his room. Once we were alone Sammy looked at me, “I was also wondering if you had any of that rose oil weed left. I liked that shit a lot.” The way he said it made me think he wasn't talking about the weed. “You liked that huh?” I asked with a grin. He nodded, “Yeah, I mean if you wanna.” Yeah, I don't think we were talking about the weed. “Lemme go check,” I said, running upstairs. I caught Josh as he was coming back and stopped him, “Hey man, that kid is looking to get plowed.” “What?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes. “Last week I got him high and fucked him hard. I think he's back for round two.” “Damn, you fucked him with his brothers downstairs? Legend man!” he fistbumped me. “So you wanna train this kid?” “Fuck yeah!” “Ok, no matter what you do, don't toke off his joint.” Josh gave an evil grin “Oh fuck yeah...I'm in.” I grabbed one of laced joints and a couple normal ones and we headed downstairs. “You grab papers?” Sammy asked. “Your weed is no good here!” I proclaimed, “Here, rose oil special.” I handed him the joint and I could see the slight hesitation on his face. “And one for you Josh,” and I handed him a normal joint. “He likes the rose oil also?” Sammy asked shocked. “Eat it up little man,” Josh said lighting his joint up. “Cool,” Sammy said, a little more relaxed. I reached over and lit his joint and we made eye contact for a moment. “It's cool man, just like before.” He nodded and leaned forward for the flame. He took a long drag and I knew we were in for a party.

Pozzing my younger brothers

PART III "You caused quite a commotion, young man. Seems like the stallions are champing at the bit already. I think I can even hear them neigh." Harry chuckled and pulled me closer to him. "Glad you waited for me. I really hoped you'd take me up on my offer to show you around. But you never know with all those hot, bigdicked guys around. Hard to believe that none of them came on to you." I snuggled up to Harry, my face resting against his hairy chest. Don't ask me why, but the heat emanating from his furry torso and the smell of his sweaty armpits calmed me down in a second. His muscular arm around my shoulders gave me something I had always hoped for but never actually gotten from my real dad. With Harry I finally felt at home, at ease with myself and at peace with the rest of the world. For the first time I felt safe and accepted just the way I was. "God, this feels so good. Almost like a real father and son...", I mumbled more to myself. "Would you like that, Kevin? Would you like me to be your daddy? I'd be really proud to have a son like you. I knew right away that you are a very special boy and I'd love to have you around for much longer than just this evening. Want to be my son?" I couldn't believe my luck. My real dad had always despised me for being too effeminate. And now Harry, who was way more masculine than my biological father could ever hope to be, offered to be my daddy. I didn't have to think twice. "Can I call you daddy then?" Harry smiled at me. "Of course you can, Kevin. And I'll call you son." That's when my pent-up feelings, my fear and confusion broke free. I flung my arms around him and started sobbing. Harry pulled me closer, touseled my mop of red hair and kissed my brow. "Shhh, son. What's wrong? Trust me, you can tell me anything..." So between sobs and sniffles I stammered: "Oh d-daddy, th-th-there was this guy...Glen...he o-offered to fuck me...w-without a c-c-condom!" I looked up at him, waiting for his reaction to my shocking disclosure. But Harry just nodded and motioned for me to resume my account. I was a little unnerved. He didn't seem to be impressed one bit. Maybe I was overreacting? "I...of c-c-course I know that it's wrong and a bad, bad thing to do...but...but he's got that beautiful cock...long...and thick...and I...I don't know why, but I...I wanted it so much...wanted to feel it inside me...skin on skin...sh-shooting his load into me." I sobbed again. "And than he t-took my hand and wanted to take me with him and I...I would have gone with him, if you hadn't...and I don't know, if I'll be able to resist him next time...oh, my head is a mess, I'm so mixed up." I cuddled up against Harry, taking in the musky heat from his furry body. "B-but the worst thing is...", and at that point I lowered my voice, "I...I think he is HIV-positive!" I buried my tear-stained face in his hairy chest, totally lost in my confusion . Maybe that's why at first I couldn't identify the sound that broke the silence. Then I realized that Harry was laughing heartily. I looked up to find him wiping the tears from his eyes: "Oh, boy. That's all there is? Of course Glen is positive. To be honest, he's a fuckin diseased AIDS-whore. And he'd be the first to admit it. So no need for you to whisper like that, son." His hand travelled up and down my back reassuringly and I felt my stiffness fade away. "Actually most guys in here are positive. I thought you knew that. Barebacking fundamentalists through und through. Most of them wouldn't even use a rubber, if someone was holding a pistol to their head. They like to share their virus, especially with newbies like you, and they know their way into a boy's pants. They would tell you whatever you wanna hear to get their bare pozcocks inside your little negative boyass. Glen, for example. You already got to know his strongest argument", Harry was holding up both hands, about one foot apart from each other, to indicate the size of the guy's giant member, "but on one of the rare occasions that a boy insists on using a condom, Glen uses this line about being allergic to latex. And most boys swallow it." Harry was shaking his head in disbelief. "The guys that come here for sex are a special breed for sure. They seem to sense it right away, if the boy they got at hands is negative and that spurs them on even more. So if you want to stay that way, never...never trust anyone of them, ok? If you don't want to end up as a sleazy pozwhore, don't trust anybody...any-body... no matter what they might tell you. Promise?" I nodded my head with determination. "Promise! But why would they do that?" Infecting others with HIV didn't make any sense to me. Harry frowned "What? Fucking bareback? It just feels way better. Or do you mean infecting others on purpose? Might be a question of power. Getting the virus changed their lives dramatically and passing it on makes them feel like regaining control over their life by changing yours. But in the end every guy has his own history and his own reasons." The next question seemed inevitable, but I just couldn't muster up enough courage to ask Harry for his own status. After all, he'd surely tell me, if he was positive, wouldn't he? So I just said: "I've never been to a sauna before and I've got no idea what to expect from such a place. Why don't you just take the lead and show me around, daddy?" "Well, let me think. This place caters to a wide range of tastes, but I think we should start with the basics. A little jerking off", with that he grabbed my wrist and led my hand to his daddydick that was growing quickly under the touch of my fingers, "then some sucking and, if I'm really lucky, maybe even fucking later." He put one of his big, calloused fingers to my lips and nodded his head, encouraging me to suckle on it, getting it wet with saliva. When he was satisfied with the result, he pulled out and his hairy, pawlike hand slid down my spine and into the narrow cleft between my buttcheeks, probing my tiny boyhole. "Do you like getting fucked? How experienced are you anyway, son?" I yelped as the first knuckle entered me. It had been quite a while. Actually, my experience was limited to say the least. A bit of mutual masturbation, some cocksucking, but my cautios attempts at fucking had been pretty much a disaster. I blushed with shame. Would Harry think poorly of me, if I told him? But he was my daddy now, so I owed him the truth. "I don't know really...there was this kid from my neighborhood, Chris...he's the one who dared me to come here by the way...in the beginning it was just two boys fooling around, sometimes more of us. Boys from school or from down the street. But when we were alone, just the two of us, he taught me how to suck a dick and one day he tried to fuck me. He showed me how to prepare my hole, cleaning it out, lubing it and getting it ready with my fingers until it was slick and soft and loose enough to accept a cock. When I was ready Chris rubbed his cockhead around my hole that was already quivering with excitement, needy for a fuck. But when he tried to slide his boydick into me, I stopped him and told him to rubber up first. But as soon as it was sheathed, his cock just flopped. I tried to get it up again, wanking and sucking, but it just wouldn't get hard. Chris told me that the feel of the rubber turned him off and that he couldn't get a hard-on with a condom on. He grabbed his cock by the base, blocking the bloodstream and tried to shove his semi-erect boyhood into my hole, but he couldn't get more than the head inside, the shaft was just too floppy. Chris pouted with frustration, pulled the rubber off his dick which sprang back to life in an instant, told me how much he wanted my ass and that there was nothing wrong with fucking raw. That all the other boys let him fuck their asses without one and that I should stop being such a pussy. Of course I was horrified and turned him down. I hopped off the bed and got dressed immediately. From then on we were back to wanking and sucking and never mentioned it again." I looked up at Harry's face, searching for a sign of disgust or disappointment, but I couldn't find any. Just the opposite. Daddy smiled at me and kissed my forehead. His dick, now too engorged to close my fingers around it, jerked in my hand and when I looked down, I saw that the purple cockhead had broken through the surface of the water, fat and taut, ready to go off. "So my son is still a virgin? I can't tell you how happy that makes me. There's nothing better than breaking in a virgin, being the very first to fuck...and maybe seed...a teenboy's tight and tender ass. And I've always been firmly convinced that it should be the father's privilege to introduce his young son to the pleasure of taking a grown man's fat cock up his ass, of feeling daddy throb in climax deep inside his kid's fuckhole. Will you let me be the first, let me show you what fucking means to me? That would really make us father and son, connected for the rest of our lives, DNA from my DNA." My hand slid up and down his veiny shaft, pulling back his foreskin, than covering the head again until a drop of precum was forming at the tip, glistening invitingly. I gulped, under my breath. Then I bent down and slurped the growing pool of precum from the slimy folds of his foreskin. "Oh daddy, there's nothing in the world I'd want more." I smiled up at him with cum-smeared lips. Harry tousled my hair and gave me the broadest grin. He reached out his big laborer's hand and I grabbed it with my own much smaller one, almost delicate compared to his, and shook it. "Ok, son. So this deal is sealed then. But we'll take it slow...at least in the beginning. Don't want to overcharge my little man. We'll get to testing your boundaries soon enough." His voice was more like a low growl now. And although I was sitting in the hot tub, it caused goosebumps all over my body. I was shivering with need and excitement. He licked my earlobe, his bushy mustache tickling my smooth cheek, and whispered: "I think I'll take you to the maze first. Do you know what a gloryhole is? No? Very nice, I like that. Daddy will teach you everything you need to know. Find you some mandick to prove your cocksucking skills on. Bet my buddies will stand in line, waiting for their turn in your slutty, cum-slimy boymouth. They'll be so fuckin jealous, dying to have their fat daddydicks serviced by my little cocksucking champ. Then I'll take you on a tour through the steam room. Have a little anonymous fun in the fog. Hands and mouths and cocks all over your little body. But let's not make too many plans, we'll just take it from there. And don't worry, I'll take care of you. Daddy knows what a young man like you needs. And I'll make sure you get it." He leaned towards me and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity, his fleshy tongue exploring my mouth, until I was putty in his hands. When he finally broke the kiss, our eyes locked. That's when I realized I was ready to give myself to him totally. "You're a very good kisser, young man. Can't wait to test the rest. But it's time for a pit stop first, daddy needs to piss like mad. So let's get going." He motioned for me to leave the tub. "Ready if you are." Part IV under way