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I'd been sexually frustrated the last two weeks, so when tonight a guy hit me up to meet in the park to fuck, I said yes. It's been a while since I've hooked up outside. I followed his grindr pin down a path through the dark until I saw his phone light. As my eyes adjusted, I saw a slender older Asian guy. He was sat atop an isolates low boulder in the middle of a large expanse of turf. There weren't any trees, shrubs, or structures to give us privacy, only the lack of illumination, but there were streetlights and pavements in 30m radius surrounding the spot. There was also a figure off in the shadows lingering. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was bigger than it looked in the pic he'd sent, and I went to work deep throating him until he got nice and hard. He had a great cock and I was enjoying it. He leant far back giving a show to the figure in the dark, but by now I'd lost sight of where he was. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said he wanted to fuck me, so I lubed up his cock, pulled down my trousers, and placed my hands against the boulder. It felt great to feel him instinctively find my hole with the head of this thick cock without any finger searches. As he pressed into me, I began to feel really horny. Then that other guy appeared behind me to see the action up close. The top started fucking me in earnest, apparently excited by the new guy, whom he encouraged to take a turn fucking me. The other one responded that he "just wanted to watch and only wank". He repeated this when I offered to suck him. The top let it rip and hammered me. He asked if I'd take his load, to which I quietly moaned "fuck yeah". He busted a huge load and I could feel it expand around his cock, pouring out as he slowly pulled out and walked off. My entire body was tingling. I thought that'd be the end, but I stayed there enjoying the moment longer. Suddenly the other dude started fingering me and then began to fuck me. His cock was half the size as the first guy. He grabbed my shoulder and gave rapid, hard thrusts. His chubby body was bouncing off my ass and he came pretty quickly. I finished my errands with a cummy arse and a smile on my face.

I got lucky this week. I fucked and bred 3 holes. 2 holes got multiple loads but 1 got only one. The reason? 2 holes were open. And one of the open holes had 2 loads inside before I slid my cock inside that warm wet hole. As soon as I put my cock inside it slid in with ease. It felt so good sliding back and forth inside him. Needles to say I gave him 3 loads. Same thing with guy number 2. OMG that ass felt like silk. Sliding my cock inside was like heaven. Warm and soft. I never wanted to pull out. I fucked and seeded him at least 3 time but I lost count it felt so good. Both of us moaning in pleasure!. At some point after I had shot a few loads his ass clenched down hard on my cock and squeezed Hard. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. Very shortly after he pulled away and I found out he had shot a huge load while I was fucking him. Third guy got 1 load. He was tight. As I was fucking I was thinking "this kinda hurts." Yes it did feel good but not like the other 2. I shot a load and he left. SO, I say loose ass is much better. Loose ass with cum is even better!

Sunday was a lazy day for me. I looked on sniffles and found a student top home from college. He was straight but wanted to fuck a guy. I gave him address and he said he would be there in 10 min. He immediately texted me back and said his two buddies would like to come along 10 minutes later all three showed up They were all hot with big dick. They each fucked me All wanted it raw and loved to cum in my ass Great day

Swollen pussy lips on a dude are a total turn-on. I love them on myself and on others. They are a sign of the level of devotion and commitment he has to his bottom craft. Swollen lips are yet another modification of a bottom's body, like pumped nipples, that indicate he sees his body and he wants the world to see his body as a total tool for service and the pleasure of his top man. The world needs more swollen pussy lips!

The next evening we were at the small church bar again. Even Sarah was back, lucking flustered. She willingly accepted more drinks from Maria and I expected to see a repeat performance. But Maria had other plans. "I will make sure that she will repeat her performance and also that she will have some toxic liquids, to spread the gift of god. You, you have another goal." She pointed at another woman, who was sitting alone at a table, looking around.Judith was a 40-year-old woman with a curvy figure and warm, inviting eyes that seemed to twinkle with amusement. Her hair was a rich chestnut brown, cascading in loose waves down her shoulders. Her face was round and expressive, with full lips that curved up into a smile when she saw me looking at her. "That is Judith. She came from another church. She is divorced with several kids and looking for a husband. But her way to look for one is very sinful. She slept with like all the guys at her old church who would have her - but nodbody wanted to keep her. So she came here. If you give her the gift, she will spread it far and wide. Go there and buy her some drinks, go to her place and cum in all her holes. Go to her." I hestitated. "You want me to call the police? Go and put your toxic seed into her." I didn't had a choice. I made my way over to her, trying to sound confident as I introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Jack," I said, "Mind if I join you?" Judith looked at me and smiled, "Sure, Jack, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her. "What brings you to the bar tonight?" I leaned back in my chair, trying to appear relaxed. "Just needed a place to unwind after a long day at work," I said, taking a swig of my beer. "What about you? What brings you here?" Judith took a sip of her wine, looking at me thoughtfully. "Just needed a break from being a single mom," she said, a hint of weariness in her voice. "It's nice to have some time to myself once in a while." I nodded sympathetically, taking another sip of my beer. "I can imagine it's tough," I said, trying to sound understanding. "How old are your kids?" "Two boys, one is 10 and the other is 12," she replied, a small smile on her face. "They keep me busy, but they're also the best thing that ever happened to me." I found myself smiling back at her. "I can tell you're a great mom," I said, admiring her dedication. "I don't have any kids myself, but I have a nephew who's almost the same age as your youngest." We continued talking, sipping our drinks and laughing at each other's jokes. She was a good listener, and it was easy to forget about my struggles with Maria. As the night wore on, the bar began to empty out,, Maria left with Sarah and all the other guys, leaving just the two of us sitting at the table. Judith looked at me, her eyes sparkling. "You know, Jack, I don't usually do this, but would you like to come back to my place?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice. I felt a jolt of excitement and surprise at her offer, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. Would it be really so easy? Judith seemed to sense my hesitation and quickly added, "Just to talk, of course. I could use some company, and it's getting late. I wouldn't want you to have to drive home alone." "Sure, I'd love to," I said, standing up and stretching my legs. "Lead the way." We walked out of the bar together, and I followed her to her car, a sleek black sedan parked just outside. She opened the door for me and then got in on the driver's side. We chatted idly as she drove, enjoying the silence that had settled between us. Soon, we arrived at her house, a cozy two-story home with a neatly trimmed lawn and a small garden in the front. Judith invited me inside and led me to the living room, where we sat down on the plush couch and continued our conversation. Judith suddenly leaned in closer, her eyes fixed on mine. "You know, Jack," she said softly, "I really enjoy talking to you. I feel like we have a real connection." My heart skipped a beat at her words. "I feel the same way," I said, feeling a surge of excitement. "I've been hoping to get to know you better since I saw you at the bar." Judith smiled at me, her eyes shining. "I'm glad to hear that," she said. "I feel like we could have something really special if we give it a chance." I nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. "I agree," I said. "I think we should see where this goes." And with that, Judith leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and warm against mine. I felt a rush of emotion as we embraced. As we pulled away from each other, Judith grinned at me, her eyes sparkling. "Looks like we have some exploring to do," she said, her voice filled with promise. Judith took me upstairs to her bedroom, and as soon as the door closed behind us, she threw herself into my arms. Her lips met mine again and her tongue explored my mouth hungrily. My hands roamed freely over her body. "This feels so right," Judith whispered, kissing me softly before breaking away. She stepped back and smiled at me shyly, while taking of her shirt, biting her lower lip. "Do you like what you see?" she asked. "Oh yes," I said. Judith led me to her bed, pulling me toward her. When I reached for her, she pushed me back onto the mattress. "No touching yet," she whispered in my ear. Her hot breath teased my neck as she kissed me. Judith rolled over onto her stomach, facing me. Her eyes were bright, and I watched them flicker excitedly as she undid the button of my jeans. She tugged them off of me slowly, watching me the whole time. Her eyes widened in exictment, when she saw my rock hard 8-inch-cock. Judith knelt between my legs, running her hands along my thighs. "God, you're gorgeous," she breathed. "You too," I whispered, reaching for her, running my fingers through her thick hair. She kissed me again, more urgently than before, licking and sucking at my mouth hungrily. Judith's big breasts pressed against my chest, and she ground her ass into my throbbing cock. It felt wonderful, but I wanted more. I needed more. After several moments of heated kissing, Judith stopped moving and raised her head. Her blue eyes flashed with desire. "You are going to take care of me now," she said softly, her lips curled into a sexy smile. I lay there and enjoyed her slow caresses. I watched her shoulders shake as she swallowed her lusty sighs, stroking my cock and teasing her clit gently with her finger. Then she slid up to her knees, straddling my face. Her pussy hovered above my open mouth, and I gazed at her beautiful, bald pussy while I eagerly licked and sucked at her sweet hole. Judith let out a deep moan, releasing her juices all over my chin. "Mmmmmm," she sighed, holding still as I swirled my tongue around her juicy pink folds. When I started probing her little hole with my fingers, she moaned loudly. "Oh fuck! Oh shit!" she cried, writhing in pleasure. "That feels amazing!" As I lapped up her delicious cream, Judith began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt down onto my tongue. Her moaning turned into short bursts of cries, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. Soon she was panting desperately, trying to catch her breath. She began thrashing about wildly, rolling her body over my tongue, her moans turning into screams. "Ahhhhhh...fuuuuckkkk!" she cried, the muscles in her arms quivering. I was thrusting up against her slick pussy, driving my tongue deeply into her moist folds. I held on tightly to her, wanting to make sure I wouldn't let go of her trembling body. Finally, Judith gave one last cry of ecstasy and fell heavily onto my chest, panting in exhaustion. She sat there silently for a moment, letting her orgasm subside. When she finally opened her eyes, they looked almost black with desire. "Wow," she whispered. "That was fucking awesome." I laughed, surprised by how much fun we'd just had together. Judith gave me a loving kiss, her hands moving to stroke my bare chest. My cock was rock hard. I needed to fill her with my toxic cum. Infect her. It was all, I could think about, to fill her fat body with my toxic sperm. I rolled onto her, pushing her down. "I will fuck you now and fill your pussy with my seed." I rubbed myself against her wet opening. "Ohhhh god," Judith groaned. She wrapped her long leg around my waist, lifting her hips to meet my plunging prick. She gasped when I rammed my dick inside her tight canal, spreading her folds apart with my massive tool. "Fuck me! Harder!" Judith cried, slamming her heel down onto my buttcheek. "Fuuuck! Oh yeah!" I cried out, pounding away at her. She tightened her hold around my waist, whimpering as I fucked her mercilessly. Her breathing quickened until she gasped, "Oh God! Fuuuuuuuuck!" We moved faster and faster, as if time was standing still. We both screamed in pleasure, filling our lungs with each powerful beat of our hearts. My cock pulsed in Judith's warm channel, her loose vagina milking my shaft like a powerful hand. My white load spurted forcefully from the tip of my cock, splattering thick jets across her inner walls. Judith panted and squeezed me tightly, milk dripping from my engorged penis, as she grunted out loud. Her thighs trembled beneath my weight. I grunted, my breath heaving in great gulps, my hot semen burning my balls. With our bodies locked tightly together, I collapsed down on top of Judith. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my composure. My body seemed completely drained of energy. I had filled her with my toxic seed. But I wasn*t done yet. To make sure, I needed to bleed her. That was the way. I turned her around, putting my hard cock on her asshole and pushed. She screamed and squirmed. I could feel something rip. A little blood was on my cock, when I pulled out. I pushed it back into her bowls. I was rock hard now. I was a monster, willfully spreading the virus. Judith cried under me, while I started to pound her bloddy asshole. She couldn't stop screaming, no matter how much she tried. Blood ran down her legs, soaking into the bed. When she grew tired, I fucked her faster and harder. Judith was whimpering and sobbing, gasping through clenched teeth, bucking her ass violently. My balls were aching with need. And then it happened. With a sudden jolt, my own sperm erupted from my leaking cock, spewing thick streams of cum all over her abused insides. Judith moaned loudly, grinding her ass down onto my cock, which plunged into her soaked hole. She started to shake, convulsing underneath me, arching her back, squeezing me between ass cheeks. I collapsed onto her. Her body shook and shuddered, before she relaxed back down. When she calmed, I rolled off her, laughing. She raised herself up on her elbows, blood running down her asshole, giving me a strange look. Then she giggled. "Well that was exciting," she said. She reached down, rubbing the spot where my hard-on used to be. "I bet it was." "It was so weird though," she continued. "Like we're connected somehow." "Maybe we are," I suggested. Actually I knew it. I definitly infected her today with HIV. Another sinner got the gift. She was now one of us. Of me and Maria. She didn't know it yet. But soon she would. She fell asleep in my arms. Peacefully. Blood and seamen leaking out of her. I fell asleep. The next morning we woke up. I took a photo of her, while she was sitting on the bed. She looked like she had a bad case of hangover. With sad eyes she looked up to me. "Will I see you again?", she asked. "Yes", I said truthfully. I leant down to her and kissed her. "You belong to me now." And to Maria and her crazy plan. But I didn't say that part out loud. Judith looked at me hopefully. My cock was hard again. I should make sure, she really was infected ... After I used her again, I went home. Maria was waiting for me. She had a bandaged hand. Blood was seeping through the bandages. "And?" "I fucked her ass bloody and she liked it. How did it go with Sarah?" "Oh, she was wonderfull. I fisted her." Maria held up her bandaged hand. "Then 12 guys from church fucked her. Half of them married, the other half has girlfriends. The gift will spread." She was right. Four weeks later, flu season would start at church. "But for you, I have a new one, a new goal." "Who will it be?" "The biggest sinner and bitch of all. My mother."

Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.

Chapter 2: Nick Now I’m plugged and locked, just as a whore like me should be. I feel complete and focused. Focused on my hole. Damn, I want something real in there. I hop into my sling and start pressing on my perineum and feeling the lips of my ass that surround the massive butt plug. Basically, I’m doing the closest thing I can do to masturbating without having access to my hole or my cock. And it’s driving me crazy. I just want another person to slide inside me. I start playing with the plug in my hole, pulling it out and putting it back in again, getting my hole accustomed to the width. I open right up and soon I can’t hold it in without pushing with my hands. Just then, I hear Nick’s car. He always lets himself in, so I don’t bother getting out of the sling. I stay right where I am and continue fingering myself all around my wet, plugged hole, closing my eyes as I imagine Nick’s hand sliding inside me. I moan. While I’m moaning, I hear the back door open and close, and I know Nick has arrived. He strolls into the room, sees me in the sling, smiles, and asks casually, “How’s it going?” I cut to the chase, only one thing on my mind. “I’m so fucking horny, dude. Nick, I need your fist in my hole right now.” He sets his backpack down in a corner of the room, saying, “goddamn you’re hot when you get like this.” I chuckle. “So does that mean you’ll fist me?” “Fuck yeah it does.” As Nick starts to remove his shoes and shirt, I fill the time by giving him an update. “I’ve been stretched open a good bit already. My Daddy fucked me for eight hours last night. Then he bred me around sunrise and fisted his load in past my second hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says again. “Now it’s your turn. Stretch me for depth. I want to see how far in you can go.” “I got pretty far last time,” Nick says, looking at his forearm and using his finger to draw an imaginary line across it about three inches shy of the crease in his elbow. “I went deeper than that just now with Daddy,” I say, knowing it will tease him. That puts a devilish smile on Nick’s face as he recognizes I just challenged him. “Hell fuckin’ yeah. Let’s do this. Let’s see how hollow you are, you nasty fucker.” I smile, knowing my little review got him worked up and committed to working me over good. As he sits down at the end of the sling and starts surveying the lube, toys, and towels lying around, his eyes come to rest on my hands still massaging my perineum. With a smirk he says, “Someone’s hungry. But it looks like you already have something in you.” Now I recognize I’m the one being teased. He’s inspecting me. So I step up to the challenge. I relax in preparation as I grab the base of the butt plug. I pull it the whole way out of me in one quick motion. “This thing? Eh. It was just holding your place. We can move it whenever you’re ready.” I then slide it all the way back in just as quickly as I pulled it out, stopping only after I feel that satisfying *thump* of the base locking in place. I look at him and smirk. It had the right effect. Nick slowly shakes his head in disbelief and cracks a smile. “Damn, dude, you *are* opened up. How many bumps did you say you got?” “Three over about nine hours.” “And when was your last one?” “Maybe an hour ago.” “I see,” says Nick. “So it’s a good thing I brought this.” From seemingly nowhere, Nick holds up a dime bag filled with a huge chunk that’s almost clear. “This should help us have a good day.” My eyes bulge at the sight—part from surprise, part from hunger, and part from my existing high. “Fuuuuck” is all I say, letting him see the eagerness on my face as I bend myself forward in the sling just a bit, making me lean toward him, all while my hands keep playing around my hole. Nick just chuckles. “Someone’s a desperate chempig.” I don’t even smile at that. He’s stating the obvious. Nobody smiles when they’re called a human; why should I smile when called a hungry chempig? “You keep playing with yourself there while I give myself a dose to catch up with you.” Happy to know I get to see a show, I ask, “How ya gonna do it?” “Point,” he says. “Can you do it while you’re fucking me?” I absolutely love watching and feeling a normal, everyday top convert into a sex-crazed monster with a throbbing cock while he’s in front of me and inside me. Besides, it also saves the trouble of lining things up for penetration when the rush hits. The top can just pound his feelings into my hole while he coughs. Nick thinks for half a second, his eyes looking up to his right. A smirk crosses his face. “Sure,” he says. “But only on one condition.” “What’s that?” I ask. “I’m not going to tell you. But trust me, you’ll like it.” Nick knows me well enough that I believe him, but I’m still really curious. The curiosity doesn’t last too long, though, as my attention goes right back to my hole again. Always back to my hole. That’s all I am right now—a hole. As I move the flange of the plug back and forth across the threshold of my hole, keeping it as loose as possible, Nick makes the usual noises of point preparation. I hear him strap his arm. I hear him tap the point. “Okay,” he says. “I think that plug needs to go away so I can fuck you. Your hole needs my hard cock in it, not that plastic thing.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull the plug right out and drop it on the play sheet beneath the sling. “Fuck yeah. Do it, Nick. Fuck me. I wanna feel your bare flesh inside me.” He smiles. “You fucking pig. Get ready. Push out. Lemme see it.” I close my eyes and push out my hole, stretching as wide as I can. Nick just says, “Fuck yeah.” A second passes, and he shoves his whole cock balls-deep into my waiting hole. “Oh god damn,” I gasp, surprised he went balls deep this time. He’s in a mood, I see. “Fuck yeah, Nick. Gimme that whole dick.” “You got it, buddy.” And that’s when the pounding starts. He totally goes to town, ramming his dick all the way in, letting loose knowing his willing bottom could take whatever he wanted to give. “I’m gonna fuck you up real good.” “Yeah, Nick. Give it to me.” I relished the feeling of real skin inside me after having that butt plug inside for so long. The plug was pretty fat, and Daddy’s fist opened me up pretty good. I know I’m not as tight as Nick usually likes it. He’s thinking the same thing because he says, “Damn, you’re loose. You fucking whore!” He smirks at me and keeps pounding. I smirk back, eyes bulging, and clench down on my hole, putting his cock in a vice grip. “Holy fuck!” he says, locking eyes with me. “Fuck, that’s an incredible hole. You’re gonna get my load real soon if you’re not careful.” “To hell with careful. I didn’t know you were close. You know I want that load inside me. Please give me another one. Breed me, Nick.” But instead of grunting or pounding harder or any of that, Nick does the last thing I would expect: He stops. His dick is still deep inside me, but he’s not moving. I stare at him, confused and worried. “Not yet. You forgot my point and our bargain.” “Oh, yeah,” I say, intrigued but desperate to milk his cock dry. I squeeze his cock a couple times to show him. He chuckles. “You damn cumslut. I know you want it. And you’ll get it, don’t worry. Hang on.” He pulls his cock almost all the way out, leaving only his head inside. I stay deathly still, knowing that if I squeeze again, I’ll pop him out. “Good boy. Don’t move.” Nick leans back a bit and grabs something off a nearby table. He puts a little something on his dick—probably lube so he can slide back in nice and smooth—and puts that back on the table. He stands upright again and has a point in hand this time. “You ready?” he asks. “Fuck yeah, man. I wanna see the monster come out,” I say. Nick chuckles again. “Oh he will, man. I’m sure of it.” He focuses his attention on the crease of his elbow. This starts the most painful stretch of time for me because I can’t move. I can’t squeeze, or his cock will pop out. I can’t pull him toward me because he needs to focus on the needle. I can only wait—when waiting is the last thing I want to do. I feel his cock pulse a bit, almost like the first round of a cumshot. He’s squeezed his cock, either to let me know he’s thinking of me or because administering the point has him horny. Probably both. I moan a bit to let him know I appreciate it. The needle is in. He pulls back on the plunger and gets a splash of dark color as the vein registers. “Fuck yeah,” I whisper, encouraging him and letting him know I like the show. In response, he slowly pushes his cock into me, moving all the way down to the base. He pulls back out to just the tip. He says, “Here we go,” and starts pushing the plunger in. At the same time, he pushes his cock back into my hole. It’s like I can feel the plunger pushing into me while I watch it push into him. I’m in a trance, watching the syringe empty into his vein as I feel his cock filling up my hole. The synchrony is incredible. He finishes the injection and pulls the syringe out. He undoes the strap and sets the point aside. At the same time, he starts a slow, rhythmic fucking, now that he doesn’t need to concentrate. Right as he lifts his arm and gets ready to cough, I feel it: a burning sensation inside my hole, one I recognize all too well. The fucker didn’t put lube on his dick. It was another bump. I’m gonna be out of my mind soon. I gasp. He looks down at me. All I can say before he coughs is, “the burn.” Nick struggles as the cough from the point mixes with his laugh at my surprise. He continues moving his dick in and out. I smile and tease him. “You fucker. You gave me another bump. You’re insane.” “I didn’t want you to feel left out. Those were my terms. Told you you’d like it.” “Fuuuuck, dude. I hope you’re ready.” “You’d better hope you’re ready. Now shut the fuck up and take my cock.” I watch as his face turns serious and intense, maybe even dark. He puts a hand on my leg and another on my other hip. And the monster takes over. Nick grunts, almost growls, as he’s overcome by the need to fuck. Fuck hard, fuck deep, and fuck raw. He starts pounding and grunting harder and louder than I’ve ever seen or heard from him before. I’m glad I got loose before he got here because this would destroy me otherwise. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he says. “Squeeze that hole again. Make it tight for me. Milk out my load.” I had completely forgotten, distracted by the ritual of administration. He was about to cum. Shit. I want that load more than anything else right now. I clamp down on his cock like a vice. “Holy fuck,” he says, eyes bulging with the arousal and the high. “Holy FUCK, that hole. My god. You ready for my load?” “Fuck yes. Give it to me. Feed my hole. Give me your seed. Breed me, Nick. Breed me.” He starts to talk. “Well here…you…g…” But that last word never finishes. It turns into a growl, getting louder and more animalistic as he gets closer to climax. Two more thrusts, and the dam breaks. He slams his cock balls-deep into me in deliberate, powerful strokes, each one accompanied by a loud grunt. I count six of those huge thrusts before he starts panting, grabs hold of the sling, and shakes his head to clear it a bit. He looks into my face, not really registering me yet, distant and unfocused. He’s still breathing heavily, and I can still feel his cock pulsing in my hole. That’s a huge load he’s dumping into me. I can even feel a bit of the warmth as it spreads. Or maybe that’s just the bump starting to kick in. Oh, shit. Starting. I’m about to get even higher than I am right now, and I’m sexually high off getting freshly seeded. I’m not sure I’m ready to be as desperate as I’m about to get. This could be bad…or really, really good. Nick’s panting fades away, and he looks up at me, clearly making eye contact and coming back down to earth—well, as close as he can get with that fresh slam in his veins. He’s still a bit dazed, so I speak first. “Fuck, that was good,” I say, letting out a quick exhale of exhaustion. “Was? What do you mean, ‘was’? Bitch, I’m just getting started with you.” Still not smiling, Nick straightens up and steadily pulls his dick out of my hole. I’m surprised it’s still there, really—I can feel it shrinking rapidly, the post-orgasm effects of tina. His dick flops out of me, and I start to whimper, the feeling of emptiness returning. But before my hands can move down to inspect my freshly seeded hole, Nick gently rests his fingers on it. Then he applies a little pressure, which reassures me. That hole needs attention, and he’s giving it just enough, for now at least. I’m starting to sweat, and I know that last bump is gonna hit hard, and soon. Nick’s smirk returns. “I’m just getting started, and that load of mine needs to be a lot deeper inside that amazing hole of yours.” With that, he changes the shape of his hand so his fingers are all positioned right at the entrance to my hole. I feel wetness on them. I guess I’m leaking a bit already, and he’s gonna put it all back in. Nick grabs some lube and starts pouring it on his arm and rubbing it all around, getting from his hand to the crease of his elbow soaking wet and slippery. While he’s doing that, he gives me a task. More like a command. “Find your poppers and take a deep hit. You’re gonna need it.” I do as he says. I’m halfway through my first huff, and I start to feel the pressure of his fingers on my hole, demanding entrance. His fingertips slide just past my threshold right as the poppers hit me. “Thaaaat’s it,” he says. “Now be a good boy, relax, and let me in.” I follow his instructions and relax as much as I can. His hand slides inside with only the slightest resistance at the thumb and the smallest grunt escapes from my mouth. His entire hand is inside me in no time. “Fucking hell, you’re eager. Someone needs to be fed,” he says. “Looks like you enjoy having my cum spread around inside you.” I’m pretty sure the rush of poppers accelerated the spread of that booty bump through my system, because I feel a much more intense craving now than before Nick’s hand entered me. Either the poppers helped, or getting fisted unlocks a deeper craving inside me. Probably a bit of both. That deeper craving is real. It’s a need. I must have him further inside me. I have to be filled. Now. “Fuck yeah, I need to be fed. Shove that fresh load deep into my guts. Lube up your hand with your spunk. See how deep you can go. I want more. Please give me more. Go deeper.” Mind you, while I’m saying this, he’s keeping a constant pressure going, moving slowly but surely into my hole. It’s like my words are narrating his actions. Nick has been watching my face the whole time, looking for any signs of trouble. There have been none. I want his fist worse than I’ve ever craved it before, and I need him deeper inside me than he’s ever gone. He gets to about halfway down his forearm and eases up a bit. “This is about where we got last time. You doing okay?” he asks. Instead of telling him my answer, I show him. I lean forward, grab hold of the part of his forearm that sticks out of my hole, and I pull it toward me as a fierce look crosses my face and my eyes grow wild—bugged out and determined. “Oh, fuck,” we both say at the same time. His arm goes deeper into me, and his entire fist passes my second sphincter as I basically shout a guttural grunt, feeling my insides make way for the massive intruder. My eyes grow wider than they’ve ever been. I collapse back in the sling like a rag doll. I’m shaking all over from the overwhelming sensations. I grunt and pant with exhaustion from the effort and excitement of achieving my goal. And I stare directly into Nick’s eyes. He looks a little overwhelmed and more than a bit surprised. “Daaaaamn, boy. I’ve never seen you this hungry. You just opened right up for me. You’ve swallowed my entire goddamn forearm. It’s all the way inside you. You just pushed my whole fist—and my last load—all the way past your second sphincter. Fucking hell, dude. That’s incredible.” At this point, I can do nothing but stare back into his eyes, keep panting, and let the tremors continue all across my body. I’m a total slave to my hole. It and it alone dictates what I want, what I need, and what I’ll do to get it. And right now, there’s not much I wouldn’t do. Nick sees that I’m distracted, I’m sure. He drops his tone from commanding down to nurturing, helping to calm me and help me adjust to the new feelings. “Your hole is incredible. You’re amazing. You doing okay?” I nod—about all I can do right now. “I’m gonna start moving slowly around, just so you feel where I am, okay?” I nod again. And Nick starts moving, ever so slightly and gently, starting with a small rotation, then a slight twist of the wrist, as though he’s waking up his arm from a nap that just happened to be inside my body. With every twitch he makes, I react. My face is doing that rapid cycle through emotional states that’s a telltale sign I’m high out of my mind. For half a second, I look rapturously joyful. Then just as suddenly, I look concerned and focused. Then my attention drifts away as my hands move to my crotch. I’ve lost the ability to concentrate on anything other than filling up my hole. I’m unable to control the expressions that cross my face because everything in my world right now overwhelms me. Nick grins. “Your face is great, dude. You’re showing me exactly how you feel every second. You’re super-easy to read. You’re also super-distracted.” I smile and nod again. As quickly as it appears, my smile vanishes, replaced by a quizzical look. Then a determined one. Then an ecstatic one. Somehow, I find my voice. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. It feels amazing.” “Want me to move in and out a bit?” Nick asks. “Whatever you want,” I say, unsure what anything would feel like now. “I’ll go easy on ya, buddy. But you look like you’re ready for anything right now. And I can’t wait to take advantage you in this state.” With that, he starts slowly and gently moving his arm back and forth. It’s probably only by a quarter inch, if that, but it’s enough of a new sensation that I’m completely overwhelmed. I gasp. “Fuck,” I say. And I look at his face again to make sure he meant to do that. Nick smiles broadly back at me. “See? I knew you wanted some movement. Hang on tight, and I’ll take you for a ride. Hit the poppers, you pig.” I grab the bottle, uncap it, take two long sniffs, and start to replace the cap. “Again,” I hear from somewhere. Maybe it was my brain, maybe it was Nick. I can’t tell at this point. Regardless, I obey. I remove the cap and take two more long, stiff huffs from the bottle. I replace the cap and drop the bottle beside me right as the rush takes over. I moan. “Yeah,” Nick says. “There you go. I can feel your second hole relax. Now I can play with it. Get ready.” I don’t even know what that means. I don’t know how to get ready for this totally new experience. So I just keep relaxing, figuring that’s worked for me so far. Then the movement starts. He slides his arm in and out a bit more now, enough that his thumb knuckle passes back out of my second hole. I grunt…and then I whimper. It seems I’m already so needy that I get sad when his fist leaves my second hole. Nick chuckles. “What’s wrong, buddy? Need something?” “More,” I say, unable to form more complex phrases. “More what?” Nick asks. “Deeper,” I say, as my brain clears enough to let the desperation through. “Deeper in me. Go back in. Put your fist back in my second hole.” I have a goal now, and I’m finally able to articulate it: “Loosen me up. Destroy my second hole. Just fuck me.” That was all the permission he needed. Nick intensifies his movements, crossing my internal threshold more and more rapidly, more and more roughly. He’s fisting me like he wants something and knows he’s going to get it. And I need to be fisted more than anything else. Then things start to get blurry. I feel incredible, but also kind of disconnected from my body. I didn’t know my guts could feel this incredibly good. I’ve never taken an arm this deep, and I’ve never been this high. I’m floating around, taking it all in. Taking it. Yes. I’m taking his fist. His arm. Fuck. “Fuck,” I say aloud, finally connecting my brain to my mouth. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep going. Give me more.” Nick straightens his arm and adds a bit more pressure. “I think my load has you lubed up enough all the way in there. Let’s see.” He presses harder into my hole. I gasp and look up at the ceiling. “Breathe,” Nick says. “And relax. You’ve got this.” I grab hold of the bottom of the sling for stability. I brace myself. I take a few breaths. I steady myself and give him a go-ahead nod. And Nick’s elbow slides inside with a “pop” that I feel more than hear. Again, he stays completely still. Again, I go insane. I’m shaking, I’m gasping for air, I’m smiling, I’m panting, I’m overwhelmed. Smiles flash across my face along with looks of shock, surprise, confusion, and worry. I cannot processes everything my body is telling me right now. “There you go, you fucking pig hole. You just took my fucking elbow. Goddamn, you’re hungry today. This is amazing. You swallowed it like you knew it belonged in your hole!” I can change nothing about my expression or mood. His words barely register. I know he’s complimenting me, and I know I’m making him proud and being a good boy, but I can’t think clearly enough to make any kind of response. The only thing I can think about is how incredibly full I feel. That’s my entire world right now: Being filled. Like a good cumslut chempig should. And with that thought, I smile and calm down a bit, knowing I’m being the best bottom slut I can be. I’m fulfilling my destiny. Nick keeps talking, this time more at me than to me, knowing a part of my brain will register his words at some point when I’m ready. “Okay. You’re gonna need a break soon. We both need water, and you’ve made a few impressive accomplishments just now. Let’s get you calmed back down and rehydrated.” He continues with, “I’m gonna start pulling out now.” A hint of a frown crosses my face. Nick chuckles. “I know, buddy. I know. But you’ll be okay. We’ll get something back inside you soon. You deserve it. You’ve earned it.” Nick starts slowly but persistently pulling back. I feel my outer hole stretch to let his elbow through, then retighten around his forearm. I feel his fist pass back out of my second hole, and I whimper. I already feel empty, and he still has more than half his forearm inside me. Fuck, this is gonna be a long day. His arm continues its slow progress out of my guts. Finally, his thumb hits the inside of my first hole. He feels it, too. “Okay, buddy. A nice deep breath, and we’ll do this.” I smirk a bit and squeeze my hole around his wrist. Nick just laughs. “Come on, let me out.” I take a deep breath, relax my hole again, and allow him to slide all the way through until there’s nothing left inside me. The emptiness is almost unbearable. I’m sure my face looks worried because I don’t know how I’m going to feel full again, and I need it. Nick’s still looking at me, with his hands resting on my hips. “Will you open up your hole for me? Those loads are so deep inside you there’s no chance they’ll leak out. I wanna see how far your hole can gape.” As I relax and get ready to spread open my ass, I grab my phone and hand it to Nick. He smirks and nods, knowing exactly what I want. I give him a few seconds and see the flash turn on. “Okay,” he says. “Show me that fucking hungry hole.” I push out and can’t help reaching my hands down to pull my ass lips wider apart, showing off my deepening hole to the camera. Nick changes angle a bit. “Niiiiiice, dude. You’re opening right up. I can see way far down there. Man, that’s begging for something in it.” “Fill me, please,” I say, nearly whining I’m so hungry. Nick looks down, sees my giant Pig Hole Deep toy and somehow lubes it up with one hand while the other points the camera down to show his expert preparations. He folds up the toy, positions it at my open hole, and looks at me. “You want this? You want your pig hole held open?” “Yes! Fuck yeah. Shove that thing in me and hold open my hole for any dick, fist, or load I can get.” “Or plug. I’m gonna put a butt plug in you once your hole is propped open.” I moan at that and pull my lips further apart. Nicke pushes the Pig Hole into me, meeting very little resistance. Once it’s all the way in, he reaches his fingers inside and snaps the toy fully open. My eyes light up with a combination of excitement and surprise. “Feels good, huh?” I nod. Then my smile fades. “More,” I say. “God damn, you’re a desperate slut,” Nick says, barely stifling a chuckle. He looks down, finds the plug I removed to make room for his fist. He holds it up so I can see it. “This one?” “Please. Yes. Oh god, shove that in my pig hole and stretch me open.” With a quick application of lube, Nick lifts the plug and rests it at the entrance of my hole, held open by a silicone tube. “Ready?” he asks. “Fuck yes. Please shove it in. I need to be filled up. Please, Nick. Give it to me.” And with that, he pushes the plug into the Pig Hole, and my ass is stretched wider than my toys have ever stretched me. “Fuck yeah,” I say, and I realize I’m fondling my caged dick with one hand and rubbing my perineum with the other. “Fuuuuuuck,” I moan, seriously turned on. Nick notices, too, saying, “Goddamn, dude. You are seriously desperate right now. You sure you’re okay?” “Fuck, Nick. I need more inside my hole. I feel so empty without your arm all the way inside me. I need to be filled. This plug feels great, but it’s not you. It’s not real enough.” “Hmmm,” Nick says. “You’re right. We need to get you more.” My eyes light up with anticipation as I see the mischievous smile cross his face. “Who could come over and give you more? Who else do you like to have over to fist you?” “Eric,” I say without hesitation. “Eric knows how to really work my hole. He’d enjoy this.” With seriousness creeping into his tone but the smile staying on his face, Nick said, “Then I think you should text Eric and get that guy over here. You need help. Bad.” “Yeah, I need Eric’s fist in my so badly. Ugh. I want him to stretch me wider than this plug.” I fumble around until I find my phone. I start pecking at it, finding it hard to focus my eyes on the screen and keep the order of steps clear in my head. “You okay, buddy?” Nick asks. “I think so. Come spot me,” I say. Nick moves around me to look over my shoulder at what I’m doing so he can stop me before doing anything wrong. I find Eric in my contacts and start typing a message to him. “You free? I’m high as a kite and desperate to be filled. I want your fists inside me right now. Can you come over?” I only wait a couple seconds before the clipped response: “90 minutes. I’ll bring T.” Oh my god. My heart starts racing even more—which is saying something. I’m about to have another FF buddy over, and he might get me even higher than I already am. I can’t contain my excitement. I just want this to start. Nick’s rationality takes control, though, as he gently takes my phone from me and sets it aside. “Okay, buddy. That gives us 90 minutes to get you rehydrated and calmed down a little. Think you can stand up?” I think for a second, doing a sort of systems check of how I feel. “I think so,” I say. “Slowly.” Nick helps me up, and we head to the kitchen so I can stand up and move around for a bit while drinking the sports drink he grabbed from the fridge. Eventually my breathing calms down, but my heart rate is still through the roof. No surprise, considering how much Tina I’ve done. After I finish my drink, Nick leads me to the couch. He has me lie down to try and relax. I immediately start playing with myself again, unable to ignore the throbbing in my tiny little dick and in my stretched-out hole. Nick just chuckles. “You look content,” he says. “Let me put on some porn for you.” It only takes him a minute, and he’s got some group FF party playing on the screen. I lose myself in watching the activity, moaning at each penetration, wishing I could be the bottoms I see before me. Nick gets me another sports drink, and I stay glued to the porn while we wait for Eric to show up.

“How would you feel about getting a hotel room in the city some Friday night and doing power exchange play there instead of home? We could take all the gear with us, even the bench.” That’s what he texted me out of the blue one day, not that naughty suggestions were out of the ordinary. I thought it sounded like a great idea and we traded messages about it for a few days and set it up. Which is how I found myself tied to a chair in a hotel room watching him suck the cock of a tall, bearded daddy. Before the guy had arrived, James put me in the chair and secured my arms and legs with cuffs and short lengths of rope so that all I could do was watch. When the stranger showed up and began to undress, James peeled off his underwear and stuffed them in my mouth. The medium sized soft silicone plug was in my ass. My hole twitched around as James worked the man’s dick, saliva dripping every time he pulled back. I drooled and my cock rose as I watched James get on his back and the visitor climb between his legs. He positioned his enormous cock at my husband’s hole and pushed, sinking it completely into him in one stroke. James moaned as the top began to fuck him and he pushed his hips up to meet the man’s thrusts, both of them grunting in heat. I watched them rock the bed for about 5 minutes, this stranger pounding my husband’s hole mercilessly. James grunted as he stroked his cock. The man slammed into him a final time and shouted, and I watched him shake as he came inside my husband’s ass. As he pulled back, I could see a string of cum between the head of his cock and James’s hole. James laid there panting as the man put his clothes on. Before he left, he stepped over and untied me, then stepped out of the room with a quick thank you. “Now that you’re loose, get over here between my legs”, my husband commanded. I took his jock out of mouth and knelt between his knees on the bed. “Eat.” I went down and began to eat him out. I felt him push his hole open and I shoved my tongue into him and was met with a flood of the top’s cum. I groaned as I sucked his ass, swallowing the cum hungrily. He moaned at me, “Yes, that’s it you nasty whore, eat that load out of me.” I worked my tongue in and out of him until he reached down and grabbed my hair. Coming up for air, I looked at him. “Go get on the bench.” I got off the bed and walked across the room, straddled the fuck bench and laid down. Walking up to my head, James fed me his cock, slowly fucking my mouth. He reached over my back and tapped the plug, causing it to move in my hole and I moaned around his cock at the sensation. He chuckled and pulled his cock from my mouth, and slapped my face with it. James stepped away and rummaged through a bag. He walked back up to me with the roll of plastic shrink wrap and began to wrap it around my torso, securing me down on the bench. He followed that with my arms and legs until I was virtually immobilized. “You okay?”, he asked. “Yes, sir.” I replied. I knew that was the only acceptable answer. He reached over to the dresser and grabbed a bottle of poppers. Opening them, he held them under my nose. “Breathe deep”, he instructed. I inhaled deeply and felt the rush roll over me. As I sunk into the warmth, I heard something mechanical, like the hotel door. James stepped behind me and pulled the plug from my ass. I groaned in pleasure as he pushed his cock in to fill me and began to thrust. He fucked me steadily for a few minutes. Before long I heard a knock at the door. “Come on in!” James said. He pushed deep into me and leaned over to whisper: “Are you wondering what’s going on?” “Yes sir.” I sighed. James pulled out of my ass and I vaguely heard whoever had come in taking their clothes off. He kneeled in front of me and put the poppers back under my nose. I inhaled as he said, “Last week when we planned this you agreed to give me total control of your body. So I’m taking it. A couple days ago I advertised a cum dump session at this hotel on Sniffies. You’re the hole that will take anyone who shows up.” It took me a session to process, and I was suddenly highly alert as the riskiness of it hit me. I struggled against the wrap holding me down. “What? No! What the fuck?”, I protested. James smacked me across the face and looked at me. I froze in shock. He grabbed my hair and I saw the glint in his eyes that I knew meant he was in his Dom headspace. It was the look that both frightened me and thrilled me at the same time, because I knew it meant he would push our limits into a place of hedonism we both wanted to go to but had been afraid to up until now. As that reality hit me, the blood rushed to my cock. “You’ll do what I want. This is what you agreed to, whore. Is that clear?” The thrill running through me now, I answered him: “Yes, sir.” Still holding my hair firmly with one hand, he held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and felt the roll as the stranger shoved his cock up my ass raw and began to fuck me. He didn’t last long before he grunted and I felt him spasm inside me, flooding my hole with a load. An anonymous load from a stranger we had never met. We’d crossed into the space I could only dare go in my mind before. My cock throbbed. James tied a bandanna soaked with poppers under my nose and my eyes rolled. I turned my head to see him climb on the bed and sit against the headboard and stroke his cock as a second stranger entered, dropping his pants to fuck me. Like the man before him, he didn’t take long before he was unloading in my ass. I don’t know how long I was on the bench and I lost count after about twelve men came through and used me. The door opened and closed and at some point I stopped counting. I asked for more lube when I needed it. Sometimes I turned my head to see James sucking someone before they walked over to fuck me, and twice we were both getting fucked by guys who showed up at the same time. Hours passed. I had become a sweaty mess, collapsed into the bench as just a hole for any and all cum from strangers. James pushed the room door closed and I perked up and took a deep breath. I could feel the cum leaking out of me. James knelt behind me, diving into my ass with his tongue. He moaned and sucked cum out of my hole. I felt a renewed energy flow through me and I flexed under the restraints, letting him know I was okay and enjoying it - and him. He stood and shoved his cock in me and began to pound me hard. He panted as he fucked me, grunting at me while thrusting, “You’ve got at least fifteen, maybe twenty, anonymous loads up your hole. I don’t know any of those guys. I just wanted to watch a bunch of guys use you. Jesus fuck it was hot!” With that he bottomed out in my ass and added his load to the mix of unknown cum inside me, He collapsed on my back, breathing heavily, “Thank you, baby. Thank you for letting me turn you into a dirty cumdump.”

That was a great video!! Wish it had the slam in it!

My hole feels and smells beautiful this morning........last night i took 2 loads from different guys........first was a young student from the local uni then around an hour later a 35 yr old with large cock pushed the students load deeper inside me then added his load to the mix.......both have said theyll be back...hopefully before weekend 🙂

Chapter 61: Yummy Deserts We headed back to our rooms, and dad told mom he wanted some time alone to talk with me. She asked him what about. Dad told her he wanted me to know how much the two of us had bonded, and asked her what she thought about telling me that he wanted to have his own child with her. She said this was to be a relaxing weekend and didn't think it was a good time to drop that on me, but said woukd be fine for us to talk about how the two of us had bonded so quickly. Dad and I got into my room, and he immediately embraced me, kissing me deeply. He told me how proud he was of me, and was blown away by what had happened to me today. Dad told me this was almost as good as the suprise he had for me tomorrow when mom had planned to spend the day with her sister who lived in town. I said i could only imagine. Dad said he couldn't have set it up any better! He asked me for all of the details, and we both got extremely hard. He suggested we get naked on the bed, to discuss. As I started to give dad the details, we started stroking each other's cocks. My dad stopped jacking me before I came, saying save it for later. When he was about to cum, he said to start sucking his cock, as although he fucked mom earlier, she still didn't suck his cock, and after he seeded her, she wouldn't let him eat her pussy, saying cum is gross. As dad got dressed, the phone rang. It was the waiter. He asked if i was still interested in a late night desert. I said absolutely and in the background my dad said he and his wife were also interested in desert, but not like he and his son would have. The waiter asked me to put dad on the phone. He started by saying it was cool that I supported my positive son. There was a pause from the waiter after dad said who do you think pozzed him? The waiter said but you're married. Dad just said his wife could possibly be his next conversion. The waiter said hot, just as his brother converted him. Now it was time for some silence from my dad who was in shock. Dad told him to bring some sort of romantic desert to them at 9 when his brother was off, and then something hot and erotic to his sons room. The waiter said technically he wasn't off until 10, but he'd clock out early to be sure we were all happy.

🤣🤣🤣 There may be a bottomless pit of bottoms ... OK I'm not so good at jokes 😁 ..., but A LOT of bottoms self-select themselves out of getting fucked. "BBC only" "white only" "no Asian" "8+ thick only" "smooth only" "18-30 young only" "40-70 old only" "dom only" "Daddies only" ... on and ON the laundry list goes. I'm put off by picky bottoms even if I meet their laundry list criteria.

I've never encountered a bottom caged in person, but it would turn me on like crazy! I never realized until the last few years how many bottoms don't care about their dick or cumming. As a vers guy I thought everyone would want to cum every time they have sex, but I have since learned how wrong I was. Some bottoms DO want to cum though, so I try to read what's going on with a new guy when I'm fucking them. If they are hard and giving it some attention I assume they MIGHT want to cum...some cum when I do, or I will also suck them off. If they are limp and never even touch it then I leave it alone too. Almost everyone I am fucking these days does NOT want to cum. I mostly fuck complete sluts, so I assume they want to STAY horny - I can't think of any better way to signal they don't want their cock touched than a cage - that's LOUD AND CLEAR!

I went to Lord Clyde in South London last Wednesday for their nude evening. They have a dark room which was relatively new. I'd hooked up with sexy top and we'd fucked but he hadn't cum. I took him into the dark room where I could just about make out a handful of other bodied there. He fucked me and loaded me rather noisily (but in a good way!). As he pulled out I felt hands over my arse cheeks and fingers in my hole. Before I could say or do anything I had another cock in my arse. And after that another. And after that another. I wad dripping cum when I walked out.

I will NOT watch anything that shows a rubber. Instant turn-OFF, I'll move on to the next. Rubbers are a BIG turn-off, boner killer. I want raw cock and man seed. Both balls deep.

Love longer sessions to breed and cum till I can’t shoot any more

Love dark rooms with multiple guys in there not know not caring who or what they look like. Just feel my body getting moved around and fucked is amazing. My senses are so high when its total darkness and cock after cock finds it way to my hole without seeing anything.

Part 31: Will, Ryan, and Pastor Kline Fuck (Part 3) (Will's perspective) My hands crept down Ryan’s face, rough stubble scratching my palm, feeling his throat as my cock filled him. I was still getting hard, filling his air passageway. I could feel the veins of his neck straining, air cut off as he tried to take as much of me as he could. His body struggled for a moment and then tried to calm itself as it adjusted to this new intruder. Just wait until I enter his ass, I thought. “Proud of your boy?” I asked Pastor Kline. “I’ve never been prouder,” he said, sliding his son’s cock out of his mouth, licking his lips. Ryan’s hands wrapped around my legs, squeezing slightly at first and then grabbing tight the longer he went without air. Seeing his red face, I pulled out, a string of spit and precum dribbling down his chin. I’d only ever fucked men older than myself, meaning Ryan was as new to me as I was to him. “Fuck” Ryan gasped, looking up at me with watering eyes. He was a gorgeous young man. I understood why Pastor Kline fantasized about him. He would, under different circumstances, make any woman go crazy chasing after him. They still would, though they’d come up short. “How does it taste?” Pastor Kline asked his son. “Incredible,” he said, watching as his father ran his tongue up his shaft, stopping at the head where a bead of precum oozed out. “The best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Pastor Kline kissed the head of Ryan’s cock, the precum sticking to his lips. “You taste incredible, Son.” “Does he taste like you?” I asked. “Only one way to tell,” Pastor Kline said. He stood up and presented his cock where precum was leaking out of his less-than-impressive member. I reached out and grabbed his balls, pulling him close and squeezing slightly. He winced, but more precum dribbled out. “Your dad likes pain,” I told Ryan. “That should bode well when you fuck his ass.” I took Pastor Kline’s cock in my mouth and tasted his precum, savoring the flavor. “Now, for the younger Kline’s baby batter.” I moved down to Ryan’s cock and tasted his precum, taking his balls and squeezing. “Fuck,” Ryan moaned, his cock oozing more precum. “Seems like you’re like your father after all,” I said, releasing his balls. “You like pain, too. That’ll work well once you get my cock up your ass.” “How do we taste?” Pastor Kline asked. I licked my lips. “Pretty close,” I said, smiling. “Though,” I continued, reaching out and grabbing Pastor Kline’s limp dick, “yours does have a certain… tang about it.” “Like yours?” he said, winking at me. “Should we get to work changing my son’s cum, giving him that same tang?” “I think we’re ready to go,” I said. “Ready to poz up?” “More than ready,” Ryan said. Pastor Kline climbed onto the bed, lying on his back and lifting his legs up to his shoulders. He reached down and spread his cheeks, revealing his hole. “Ready to fill up your old man?” he asked Ryan. “I’m more than ready,” Ryan said, slowly climbing onto the bed. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at me. “Bend down and eat his ass first,” I told him. “It’ll open him up. Plus, your dad likes it.” “Don’t hold back,” Pastor Kline said. “Open your dad up. Go where no son has gone before.” Ryan lied down on the bed, crawling up between his father’s legs, his face inches from his father’s hole. I could see that he was hesitant, but after looking back at my cock, he licked his lips and dived into his dad’s hole. “Fuck, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, one hand reaching down and grabbing his son’s head, pulling him in deeper. “Get deep in my ass.” I watched as Ryan’s body humped the bed, his head moving further into his father’s ass. His nose and mouth were digging deep into his father’s hole, opening him up and leaving a slobbery trail ready for his cock. I stood behind them, kneeling down and grabbing Ryan’s ass, pulling his cheeks apart, revealing his virgin hole. I stuck my finger into my mouth and shoved it into his ass. “Fuck,” Ryan shouted, looking back at me, face moist from his father’s ass sweat and his own saliva. “I’ve got to open you up,” I said. “I thought that’s why I sucked your dick.” I twisted my finger, shoving another in. “Opening up your insides,” I told him. “If you want to poz, we’ve got to get into your bloodstream. This gives my dick a head start.” “Hurts like hell.” “That’s the point,” I said, fitting a third inside. Ryan returned to his father’s hole, a fourth finger entering Ryan. We worked each other for several minutes until Pastor Kline’s hole was open for his son and Ryan’s hole showed streaks of blood on my fingers. We were all ready to go. “You enter first,” I told Ryan, crawling behind him and whispering into his ear. “Don’t be gentle. Your dad likes to be fucked hard and rough.” “I’ll do my best,” Ryan said. “Give it to me, Son,” Pastor Kline said, opening his ass again. Ryan crawled up between his father’s legs, moving into the usual missionary style. He grabbed his dick and slowly pushed into Pastor Kline’s hole, his eyes closed and face contorted in ecstasy. “You’re so big, Ryan,” Pastor Kline moaned, looking up into his son’s face. He reached a hand up and wrapped it around the back of his son’s neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Ryan bottomed out after slowly pushing into his father’s hole and then slowly pulled out, creating an easy rhythm. “Let’s get this going,” I said, crawling up behind Ryan. I spit on my cock and pulled Ryan’s ass open, moving my dick until it was aiming at his hole. “Are you ready to lose your anal virginity?” “Fuck me hard,” Ryan said, looking back at me, his father’s hand still caressing his son’s face. “Poz him, Will,” Pator Kline said. “Poz my boy’s hole.” “With pleasure,” I said, shoving my dick into Ryan’s ass. “FUCK!” Ryan screamed, his body lifting off his father’s, back arching, head thrown back. Pastor Kline reached up and grabbed his son’s arms, holding him inside his body. “Take the pain,” Pastor Kline said. “Feel it shaking your body. Let it fill you.” “It hurts!” “It has to,” Pastor Kline told him. “He needs to tear open your hole if you want to be one of us.” “Isn’t that what you want?” I asked, reaching around and grabbing Ryan’s neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Don’t you want to become one of us?” “Yes,” Ryan managed, his body covered in sweat. “Now, you set the pace,” I told him. “Fuck my cock my fucking your father’s ass.” It took Ryan a second to manage through the pain, but he started his rhythm again, sliding up and down my cock while fucking his father’s hole. “God,” Ryan moaned. “This is incredible.” As Ryan pushed back on my, and pushed forward, finding the right spot. Ryan cried out, body shaking. “That’s your prostate,” I told him. “That’s what I wanted to find. That’s what’s gonna make you blow your thick load of Kline cum deep into your father’s ass.” I thrusted again, causing Ryan to moan once more. “That’s right,” Pastor Kline said. “Make my boy feel good.” “I will,” I said, picking up my pace, forcing Ryan to fuck his father harder. The smell of sweat and cum filled the room. With every invasion into Ryan’s ass, he cried out, not only from the pain but also the pleasure of my cock hitting his prostate but also his cock throbbing inside his father’s ass. “I’m… I’m gonna…” Ryan tried to speak, his chest heaving as he moved between us, overstimulating his body. “Do it,” Pastor Kline cried, his own cock leaking his toxic cum without it being touched. “Fill me, Son. Fuck me up with your cum. Knock me up with my grandchildren!” “Fuck,” Ryan cried, slamming forward, body shaking as he unloaded into his father’s ass. "Fucking fill me," Pastor Kline moaned, his cock shooting out his own toxic cum, his cock still limp, his hole giving him pleasure. “Fuck, yeah,” I said, holding Ryan’s body close and fucking him harder, hitting his prostate and milking his neg load out into his father's hole. I could feel my body tensing, my balls rising up, cum ready to shoot. “Are you ready to be pozzed?” I whispered. “Are you ready for us to claim your hole?” “Take me,” Ryan cried, head turning and kissing me deep. “You’ve got it,” I said, slamming into his hole and cumming deep inside, my toxic cum filling his ruined hole. Ryan fell forward, his body exhausted from the stimulation. I pulled out and crawled off the bed, helping Ryan pull his shrinking cock out of his father's ass. It plopped out, his cum leaking out. I scooped some up and licked it up, savoring the taste. I then scooped up Pastor Kline's cum and tasted it. "Well," Pastor Kline asked. "Tastes the same," I told them. "Again, Ryan is missing the tang." "Don't worry," Ryan said. "I'll be upgrading the flavor soon." _________________________________________________________________________________________ I know there have been long stretches between sections, but I'm expecting to be writing more consistently soon. Probably within the next two weeks.

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

Matty kneeled before Master Tom, naked except for a tight leather cock ring and the little sterling dog tag saying “Property of Mark Stern” nestled between his pert pecs. His little perfect cock, the blue-black skin on his cock and balls matching his hair, was rock hard. This was gonna be so hot, he thought, although there was also a little nervous flitter in his stomach: Master Tom was a legend, famous for getting what he wanted. Master Tom slowly circled him, enjoying the kid’s pale blue-white skin. He stroked the spot where Matty’s commitment tattoo marked him as Bill’s boy. “I like that you show commitment to your primary and secondary alpha on your hot little body,” Master Tom breathed, nipping at the kids little ear. Reaching down, his enormous hand completely surrounding the boys small cock and balls, he said “A man always needs to know who to ask for permission to use an owned boy.” As he hand closed tight like a vice, crushing Matty’s cock and balls easily, he breathed “And both you and your daddy said I could make you my boy for this weekend.” The night before, Master Tom had leaned in a corner of the DC Eagle near the dance floor. At 71 years old, he remained an archetypical hot leather man, his body in better shape than many men 1/3 his age. His cropped hair was full salt-and-pepper, his handsome face a little craggy now, but it went well with his air of confident masculinity. He was 6’1” and his big muscular arms displayed a red leather band on his left bicep, his long arm ending in enormous hands. Through his open leather vest, his bare chest was broad and defined, his dark brown-black skin gleaming, contrasting with the small fist pendant nestled between his big pecs. He no longer had a six pack—he wasn’t immune to age—but no man complained about the hard, flat stomach that remained. His tight jeans revealed muscular thighs, and his huge feet looked even bigger in the old-school black boots he wore. Just visible at his crotch and running down his thighs was Master Tom’s not-so-secret weapon: 13 real inches long, and six real inches around, Master Tom’s cock was legendary. His cock’s insatiability matched only by Tom’s relentless pursuit of deep fisting. Master Tom was intently watching the dance floor, and in particular one group of men. His husband and leather sub for four decades, Simon, dancing with two of his favorite twinks, both boys co-owned by men he liked and respected. He really wanted the slightly older man, Teddy. He looked so much like Simon at that age it made his heart ache. Simon still looked great at 62, his lean definition matching the younger man’s body perfectly. Teddy was shorter—5’6” he figured, to Simon’s 5’9”—but Teddy’s angelic face and dark blonde air reminded him of Simon at 25 when they met. But he would never have Teddy, because Teddy saw Simon as a mentor, someone who had given him relationship advice early on when he started living with his demanding Daddy (and Master) Mark. There was no hang up about fucking with friends: Tom and Simon had lived through the sixties and 70s and had fucked like 99% of their friends over the years, but Simon was probably right: even a weekend with Master Tom would change the way Teddy related to Simon, and so Teddy was a no go. But the other twink, Matty, now that was one hot boy. Matty only had been a part of Mark and Bill’s group for a year and a half. Master Tom had been here at the Eagle the first time Bill showed off Matty’s tattoo of commitment, made at the one year mark, the initials WGB— William Galway’s Boy—making his little perfect ass an even more inviting target than ever before. Mattty was a little stud muffin, there was no better way to put it. Matty was 5’4”, his incredible muscle definition evidence of his life-time pursuit of dance. He looked sensational with Bill, Bill’s pinkish skin contrasting sharply with the boys pale blue-white skin, almost like fine porcelain, his smaller perfect muscles complemented Bill’s broad shoulders and huge biceps. His torso was a defined V, ending in a tiny little waist, and his pecs were a little more pumped and prominent than they were a year ago because he and his Daddy Bill pumped iron together in the big gym on Bill’s farm. Master Tom loved the kid’s oversized areola surrounding his nipples, shiny now with the silver bars his daddies had given him. Matty wore his silky blue-black hair a little long, grazing his shoulders, and Tom imagined holding it out of the way as the boy wrapped his beautiful scarlet red lips around his big cock. He knew he and Matty would look sensational together too, Master Tom’s dark arm disappearing inside Matty’s clutching white hole. Well, that is if Bill agreed to his plot to have little Matty spend the next weekend—four days for July 4th—with him while Simon was in Chicago visiting family. Simon had raised no objections—Matty was in the category of regular friends whom Simon had no problem being a horn dog with—and was a little disappointed not to get to participate. But Simon knew that once Matty had a taste of a weekend of sex with Master Tom, that Matty would be back. Because if Matty’s Daddy Mark was an assmaster, an adept of the dark arts of fisting, Master Tom was a high priest of the inner temple. With over 50 years to develop his command of the colon, Tom was more than just a master of fisting, he was a fucking fist fuck magician. Matty was now standing, bent at the waist, his wrists bound together and pulled towards the ceiling behind me and above his back. Rope bound his legs together tightly, and his little cock and balls were pulled back through his legs, the same rope that bound his legs also bound his balls tightly, so any movement in his body caused the rope to tighten around his balls. Master Tom knew his ropes and Matty felt that mastery with every blow, as the rope’s movement made his balls ache in time with every stroke. Matty was bound right next to Master Tom’s cleaning station, looking directly down into the big free-standing bathtub, the crazy looking deep clean tool coiled inside. It was a Master Tom signature creation, a long flexible deep-clean shower shot affixed to about 20 inches of narrow rigid tubing by spongy waterproof tape. Matty’s perfect muscle ass was already bright cheerful red, marked first by Master’s big hand, then the ping pong paddle, and now a big wooden paddle with holes. “Seven, sir,” he managed, after grunting hard at the pain of impact. Fuck that hurt, he thought. Master Tom smiled, naked now except for his rock hard cock, and a harness, the black leather showcasing his big chest, flat stomach, and drawing the eye to his monster cock. The boy was still sober. He’d have Matty do some lines before he deep cleaned his ass. He knew the boy’s leather pack played sober more than they played high—no group of men with that collection of leadership responsibilities could do otherwise—but Tom wanted to take Matty on a particularly piggy journey that the drugs would enhance—and truth be told, enable. After Matty reached “20, sir,” barely able to speak from the pain of the muscle man striking his ass. “Your daddy said you were natural pain pig,” Master Tom stated, “I think you did pretty good taking that little beating.” Tom continued, “Bill also said you have a hot mouth,” slipping his thick tool into Matty’s delicious mouth,”We’ll see about that.” Giving one last lustful look at the hotness of the three timeless twinks dancing together, Tom went to look for Bill and Mark. Spying them leaning together outside on the bar ‘s small patio, Tom went up to say hello. He liked and respected these men. Both had gotten where they were in life through hard work and being smart. He knew Mark was a lawyer at a big firm downtown, but unlike most DC gays with fancy careers he could care less what other people did for a living. He was pretty standoffish before he knew people, and not a big extrovert, but having his sunshine boy Teddy in his life meant Mark knew more people now. Bill was also just his kind of man—a hard working man who had did regular guy work. And while he found their respective boys hot as fuck physically, they were also solid young men with good heads on their shoulders. After shaking each man’s hand, Master Tom looked directly into Bill’s eyes. “Simon is going away for the long weekend,” he said, “I wonder if you would allow your boy Matty to spend some time with me that weekend?” Turning quickly to Mark, he said, “Mark I find Teddy incredibly attractive—he looks exactly like Simon did when we first met—but he and Simon are close and my having Teddy be my boy for even just a weekend would make Simon feel awkward, so I gotta do what my boys asks.” Mark smiled wistfully, “Oh I know all about that. I would love to have Teddy train with you, I think he would get a lot of it, but I agree: his friendship with Simon is too important to him to get messed up.” Turning back to Mark, Master Tom smiled, “What’ll it be, Bill? Can your little hot stud be my boy next weekend?” Bill said, “We gotta ask my boy. In our pack the boys don’t have to go with anyone that don’t want to be with. We don’t want them to feel like prostitutes.” He paused and grinned, “Unless being whored out turned them on, of course. I would say Mark and I would probably do almost anything that turns one of our boys on.” He then looked serious, “Let me ask my boy so he knows it’s totally his decision. He’s from Texas and might feel like has to accept because he wants to oblige you.” Bill then smiled wickedly, “Honestly, Tom, I think you can probably make plans on it happening. My boy has a daddy fetish that runs as deep as the iceberg that downed the Titanic.” It was Master Tom’s turn to smile wickedly, “Well tell your boy that after four days with my big dick, my big mitts, and a solid supply of top-grade crystal, he may have a hole that runs as deep as that iceberg.” As the men laughed, Mark piped up, “Fuck no don’t tell him that. Our little man is already enough of a horn dog as it is. If he hears that then Bill and me aren’t getting anything done in the next week—except for fisting that boys incredible ass!” Laughing, Master Tom raised his beer and turned to go, “Looking forward to hearing more.” As predicted Matty was interested. He hadn’t had sex with anyone outside of his leather family since he joined it. He didn’t really need anyone else—even just one of his daddies was more than enough for him—so Matty knew he could go the rest of his life just with them. BUT, fuck Master Tom was hot. He was in many ways a muscle daddy equal to Daddy Bill. But he had one that thing turned Matty on that his own daddy didn’t: salt and pepper hair. And Marty had zero complaints about Daddy Mark’s rock hard tool or Daddy Bill’s thick nine inches. But he’d heard Daddy Tom had an extraordinarily big cock and he wanted to get fucked hard by that monster. So like an eager kid on his way to the candy store, he started bouncing around the Eagle looking for Master Tom. Matty spied him at the bar, talking low in the ear of his boy Simon. As he bounced up getting more excited the closer he got to the gorgeous man, Matty found he was smiling big. Simon, long wise to the ways of new conquests in an open relationship, drifted away into the crowd. “Hello sir,” Matty said, putting his little hand out to shake Master Tom’s enormous paw. “I am Matty, Bill and Mark’s boy. Your boy Simon is my leather bro Teddy’s friend,” Matty continued, suddenly nervous. “I know we’ve met before and not really chatted much,” He swallowed, it had been a while since he had done anything like picking up a guy in bar, “ummm…my Daddy Bill told me about your idea for next weekend.” Matty suddenly looked down, feeling shy and pretty sheepish, “Here’s the thing sir, if you don’t mind, could you ask me the question directly? I appreciate you being so respectful and having Daddy Bill ask me, I really do.” Matty then looked into the older man’ eyes, seeing their rich brown color flaked with what seemed like gold, taking a deep breath, he squared his shoulders and looking Master Tom straight in the eye, he finally continued, “It’s just, sir, that most big muscle men are only into other big muscle men. So when I hear a big muscle man wants to spend time with me it makes me so hard.” “So, please, sir,” Matty said bravery gone and looking at his feet. Master Tom grabbed the hot boy’s ass with one hand, squeezing the hard bubble butt, and smiling he said, “Matty, you sexy little man, never be ashamed or afraid to tell me what you are need.” Tom used one finger to raise the boy’s head so he was looking in the those gorgeous pale grey eyes. “Matty, boy of Tom and Mark, would you like to spend next long weekend in my basement dungeon and be my boy for four days?” Matty’s face light up and he leaned in, rubbing his now rock hard little cock through his jeans onto Daddy Tom’s growing monster. “Fuck yes, daddy” he said, rubbing hard, Then unable to resist, he put out his small palm, looked down, and gently squeezed the giant tube, looking up into the older man’s face, “Oh fuck daddy, oh fuck yes.” Tom pulled him close and began making out with Matty, filling Matty’s little mouth with his much larger tongue. Fuuuck, Tom thought, this was going to be a great weekend. Across the room Bill, Mark, Teddy and Simon were watching the interaction. Bill said, “100 bucks says he’s asking Master Tom to ask him directly.” “I am with Daddy Bill,” Teddy agreed, “Hearing a muscle man so much as breathe his name gives my pack brother a hardon for days.” Mark laughed as Master Tom drew Matty towards him and asked him something while looking directly into his eyes. “Here it comes,” Mark observed, and they all started laughing as Matty started rubbing his crotch on Master Tom’s legs. And as they started to make out, Simon quipped “There’s an ending no one saw coming.” Then his voice turned serious, “My master looks so fucking hot with your boy.” Mark, Bill, and Teddy all watched intently, Teddy’s fingers flew to his nipples as Mark and Bill squeezed their now rock hard cocks. “Fuck right he does,” breathed Bill, “My boy’s so hot he’d look hot with anyone.” +++

I have always enjoyed all diff kinds of men (I love cock lol). but I have recently found myself really enjoying large bears with big bellies. I think it's a comfort/feeling safe/cared for thing. I love laying on top of them after. I love that they can carry me and put in any position then want. I like the diff in sizes (and often ages). Anyone else this?

Back in the days before Grindr and even Gaydar (God, that dates me!) we had the premium chat lines, where you could rack up telephone bills of £500 in a few days. And I did. It was so not worth it as the chances of actually hooking up were akin to winning the lottery. But I did hookup with a guy in Greenwich, south London. No pictures, of course, so I’d no idea what he looked like. Turns out I had won the sexual lottery as he was gorgeous and obviously loaded, judging from his apartment. After we’d finished, he wanted to give me £100. I didn’t know whether to be insulted or not and I refused it. He insisted I take it and I suddenly realised it was the paying for it that got him off. I’d become a rent-boy by default. I saw him a few times after that. And each time he paid me. I never felt wholly comfortable with it. On the other hand, it did pay off some phone bills…

I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.

One of my favs is when KeiranXXL breeds this spun af dumb jockbro [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/35512/australian-xxl/

Your profile says you were born in the year 2000, so that should be your first clue. Many guys like their tricks to be in their 20s. Don't be offended. On another site, Adam4adam, the term being used is "Can you be generous". Now I never had seen that till I moved from rural Florida into a city the size of Tampa/Saint Pete but if you were born in the 70s, frankly, this is something I see often. Usually guys in college or underemployed, it's a less than tactful way to solicit. I don't turn them in, but I do block them. Enjoy the attention, you have years of it ahead of you. This really is nothing new, people are just becoming more forward imo.

Smart bottoms don't narrow the field up front, you want as many breeders as possible to try your hole. It's just about chemistry at the end of the day. Some of my best experiences have been with under-served men.

Hot as fuck! Totally agree about open or cummy holes. A tite ass might milk my cum or kill my hard on like a condom does. It seems a lot of cubby, beefy, chubby guys have silky soft fuck holes. Probably why my skinny ass likes fucking their phat asses 😝

I remember the first time I did understall...was at the Harry Hines Bazaar near me...was young and heard guys hooked up in the bathroom there. Guy followed me into the bathroom and went into the stall next to me and started tapping his foot. I just thought he was nervous or something. Next thing I know his cock comes through under the divider. I started stroking it, he had a nice one and I figured I'd go for it, spat on his cock and then backed my ass up on it and rode him. Clearly he wanted it and so did I, let him cum inside me. Once I did he tapped his fingers under the divider so I figured he wanted my cock too. Slid my dick under the wall and he sucked me off. Was hoping he'd take me in the ass but didn't care as I got off anyhow. After that I kinda figured out the foot taps and fingers meant you were looking for understall.

If I’m watching a porno video and see a condom, I just turn it off because it’s just turned me off. Increasingly I’m beginning to feel the same way about the back one in which the top pulls out before actually shooting. I just takes all the fun out of it. YMMV

Wish I could find a multi-cummer to flood my hole.

"Fuck! His cumhole is so loose and sloppy! Fuck yeah!" one of the men roared aloud. How did I get to this point? Well for starters, we have to go back to the beginning. For those that know, I have been dating this amazing married couple, Robert and Bill. Two older, black silver daddies and bears with massively endowed big black cocks. They had introduced me to the wonders of being fucked bareback. Since then, we have been fucking exclusively raw. No more condoms. Since we were not mutually exclusive, we fucked other people, both men and women. Occasionally, we would meet up at their place and they would fuck my brains out. It was blissful being pounded by these two, beautiful older back bears. After a year plus of fucking, one night Robert and Bill had a surprise for me. When I arrived that night, I immediately stripped naked after entering their home. Robet and Bill were wearing nothing but fluffy, soft, white robes. They dropped their robes and revealed the new tattoos they had gotten. Robert had a biohazard sign on his stomach, right where his belly button was. Bill had two scorpions on his pelvis, right above his cock. "Do you know what these signs mean?" They asked me. "You're poz," I responded not at all shocked. The two explained how they both came to become poz. Two months ago, they were tagteaming an Asian twink. Double penetration, they whole nine yards. The twink had propositioned them: they could both breed him if he could breed the both of them. Robert and Bill were total tops and usually pulled out when they came, but this was too good of an offer to pass up. They ripped off their condoms and both slammed full force into the twink's guts and came hard. After that, the Asian twink pounded both of them into submission, raw with no lube. Two weeks after they were bred, they got sick. They went to their doctor to get tested and found out they were poz. They didn't know the twink they had fucked was poz either. "We're both highly viral. We'd understand if you don't want to be with us anymore," Bill said to me. It took me less than ten second to decide I wanted to be poz with them and told them. "Excellent!" Robert exclaimed. "I don't just want both of your viral loads. I want more. Do you know of any other silver daddies and older bears who are poz and highly viral?" I asked them. The nodded yes excitedly and started making calls to get them over here now. They got me prepared for what would be my last night neg. They showered me, cleaned me out well. Lubed me up and got my body nice and slick with massage oils. They strapped on a silicone cock ring around the base of my cock, to help keep me hard throughout the night. They walked me to the guest bedroom and had me hoisted into the sling. I say it was a "guest bedroom", in reality, it was a sex playroom. Slings, a fuck bench, a sybian, a few fuck machines, a milker, other sex toys. After I was strapped into the sling, Bill grabbed a sharpie and drew a single short line on my ass. He was going to the first to breed me tonight and make me poz. His cock was raging hard. Throbbing and practically bouncing up and down. He applied a ton of more oil to me and his cock and then it happened. Unlike the first time we fucked raw, he was not gentle. He shoved his massive cock inside me, so hard, I could feel myself tearing up on the inside. I could feel the intense burn from it. Bill wasn't making love to me; he was on a mission. He brutally fucked me., pounding me. Occasionally pulling all the way out, just to slam all the back into me, all the way to the hilt. Robert in between making out with me, encouraged me. Said I looked amazing getting fucked by his husband's poz cock. Ten minutes later and Bill roared. His cock stiffened up and unleashed white hot blasts of poz cum into torn and wrecked hole. Robert wasted no time and slammed his monstrous black cock into me. I gasped and winced at first, but that sent me over the edge. I had blown my load, hands free, all over my chest. Suddenly the doorbell rang. "They're here," Bill said giddily as left the room and walked to the front door. Robert kept fucking me. Without warning, he buried his monstrous cock to the hilt and held it there. Jet after jet of white hot poz cum was being shot into me. He grabbed the marker and drew a tally next to the one Bill drew. Just after he put the cap on, the group of poz daddies had arrived and were already hard and aching for my wrecked, poz cum filled hole. "Fuck his cumhole is loose!" of the men exclaimed. The night was just getting started....

One day while working, I visited a walk in centre on my work schedule. I was the site engineer, I walked to reception and told them who I was. The old woman on the desk told me wait a moment as she called the maintenance man. Out came a short fat guy with bleached blonde hair. He smiled and said come this way. We went down the corridor to his office. He made me tea and we talked for a while. He then took me to the electrical panel to show me the fault code. We talked and he told me he had recently broke up with his boyfriend and was just getting over him. I told him I was sorry to hear that, he asked me for a drink and I informed him I was not gay and in a relationship with a woman. He smiled your loss big boy he said. I took note of the code and said right we need to go to panel 34 he said ah yes this way. I followed him to a risen door way and he opened the door I climbed in to a under street vault and he followed and closed the door. He pointed down the narrow walk way that way big boy, I made my way down the winding corridor and came to a widening, that led into a dark under street vault he pushed the door and it opened into a dark room he flicked the light on and said here’s the panel you want. I walked in to the tight room put my tool box down and began unscrewing the panel, I asked him to pass me my electric tester he knelt down and before I knew it he had my cock in his mouth, omg my heart was racing my 18 year old body was pulsing with a tingling feeling as my 9 inch cock grew into his mouth. He was sucking my cock rubbing my tight heavy balls, I was confused it felt so good but I didn’t like guys I was straight. He looked up at me licked my helmet stood up pushed me up against the wall, and forced his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back deeper getting hornier and hornier by the second. My cock was rock hard. He pulled away you girlfriend doesn’t suck you or kiss you like that does she. I looked down at the floor, and said quietly no, you like jussy sucking your big dick don’t you big boy. I looked down again he was wanking my cock now, he pushed me to the floor smiled and pulled my work trousers off, ripped my shirt open and began to kiss me all over he pulled off his tight jeans and pulled off his shirt his small cock stood to attention. He turned round forced his cock into my mouth and said eat my lolly pop big boy while I suck yours I began to suck not knowing what I was really doing my legs began to shake I was close to cumming and he stopped turned eping and kissed me again. No cumming in my mouth big boy, I want your load in my belly. He moved down and pushed down on my cock, my dick was inside him. He was ridding me faster harder quicker his arse muscles squeezing me deeper inside him. I exploded into his arse a tick creamy load. He smiled big boy that was good. I stood up before I knew it he pushed me over the small wall his tongue deep in my arse licking me I was going weak this was a feeling I never felt before. Now a finger went in he was rubbing my balls then another finger. Soon I was moaning and before I knew it both his hands were on my hips he pushed hard into me my eyes opened wide he was in me he felt huge, he was thrusting he it felt like he was going to come out my mouth. I began to enjoy it I was pushing back, then he let out a deep grunt and I felt a warm feeling inside me. He whispered in my ear welcome to the club big boy I got your last pure seed.

I stood there, shocked and speechless, as Maria looked at me with a wicked grin. "You can't be serious," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Maria's grin widened. "Oh, I'm deadly serious, Jack," she said, walking closer to me. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I've decided that this is my purpose in life. To spread the virus and punish the sinners." I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "I can't do that, Maria. It's wrong," I said, my voice shaking. Maria's expression turned cold. "You don't have a choice, Jack. Either you help me, or I'll ruin your life. I'll tell everyone that you gave me the virus, that you're a monster who doesn't care about anyone but yourself. You will go to prison." I felt a knot form in my stomach. She was right. If she went public with this, my life would be over. I had no choice but to go along with her plan. "Okay, I'll help you," I said, my voice barely audible. "Good, here is what we are going to do tonight ..." Later that evening we were at a small informal church party and Maria was telling me about her ... about our first victim, Sarah, a new Girl in town who has a reputation of sleeping around, and her plan to infect her and maybe others, too, by making her drunk and then taking advantage of her, filling her with my toxic cum, right here, while Maria was going to encourage other men to join in. My stomach turned at the thought of what we were about to do. But I had no choice. Maria had threatened to ruin my life if I didn't go along with her plan. As the night went on, we got Sarah drunk and I waited for the right moment to make my move. Only Maria, Sarah, I and some drunk men were left at the party. When Sarah was too drunk to stand, I led her into a dark corner of the room. Maria followed us, encouraging other men to join in. I could hear their voices, laughing and jeering as Maria undressed Sarah. Sarah didn't look as if she really understand what was happening. My heart was pounding in my chest as I took off my own clothes. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn't let Maria ruin my life. I approached Sarah and began to touch her. She was reacting to my touch, seeming to enjoy it, when I touched her. She was chubby, with wide hips and big thighs and clearly enjoying the attention of the men in her drunken state. Maybe she was a sinner, a whore ... maybe it was okay, if I filled her with my toxic cum. Because she really seemed to want it. Yeah, she was a bitch. She even looked seductively at me, when I took a picture of her. I layed her down on the ground, while Maria was giving her more shots. I pulled down my pants. My 8-inch cock was rock hard and ready to enter her. I pushed myself on her and she spread willingly her legs, her eyes closed. She squirmed a bit, when I push my cock dry into her. It hurt a little, but Maria just pushed another drink down her throat. I began thrusting into her, inching deeper into her pussy. She got wetter, my dick went easier inside her. I picked up my pace, pushing my dick deeper and deeper in her. She moaned under me, her eyes closed, her body reacti g to me, her nipples hard. I looked up. Maria had started to pull down the labs of one of the other guys and started to suck his cock. It was a younger guy with a small one who was really enjoying it. She led him over to us, while I was thrusting away into Sarah. Maria leant into me and whispered in my ear: "Fill her with tour toxic cum." That pushed me over the edge. Three more thrusts and my cock exploded into her, filling her up. I pulled pur, my toxic sehen dripping out of Sarah. Then I saw Maria. She had the cock of the young guy in her mouth. I could see her teeth. She bit down. Draw a little blood. "Oh, sorry!", she said, "My bad ..." The guy flinched, but then was encouraged from Maria to fuck Sarah, who was just lying there. I made space for him and he took my place, entering her with his bloody dick, while Maria went to work on the next guy. I felt like ... actually, I felt not to bad. Sarah was a drunk whore and those guys were taking advantage of her. They all deserved what they got. I could see Maria's plan. It had merit. Maybe it was our duty to spread the virus. I watched, as Maria continued to get the men hard, before they fucked Sarah with my toxic semen in her. All the dicks had bitemarks and after a while, blood and semen were dripping out of her pussy. It was an intoxicating view. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but the rush of power and excitement was too much to resist. I couldn't believe I was capable of doing something like this. But with Maria by my side, I felt like I could conquer the world. As the night wore on, the men took turns with Sarah, each one filling her with their seed. And as they did, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, like we were doing something important. Something that would make a difference in the world. I looked down at Sarah, lying there on the ground, covered in blood and semen. She looked like a broken doll, discarded and used. I turned to Maria. As I looked at her, I saw that same wicked grin on her face, that same sense of power and excitement in her eyes. "You did well, Jack," she said, patting me on the back. "You're going to make a great partner in our work for god."

Well, due to popular demand, I started, finally, trying to write up a "part two" to the story. The tone and dialog will be obviously different since I'm writing it vs how the original story was done. Going to try and keep the way everyone "sounds" similar to the story. Got a teaser of the next bit for those interested: """"" ‘Thats it boy, relax and let your new Daddies POZ you up, Welcome to the Family!” Max had said as his thick hairy arms squeezed tight around the body of Ketih. The younger boy floating in a brand new world of dirty piggy fun he hadn’t imagined up until a few hours ago. As Max pounded his infected Daddy Dick up Keiths hole, his partner Cameron, grabbed the kids face and shoved his own HIV positive cock down Keiths Throat. In the middle, Keith moaned and gurgled and twitched as he felt his naked sweaty body pushed between the two. His own throbbing cock mashed down into the somewhat course fabric of the worn beach towel that they were all fucking on. The heat of the sun and the feel of grass made his body all the more sensitive. Max had been holding off for a while, but felt his cock start to twitch as he squeezed Keith all the more. “Fuck boy! Here it comes, here comes Daddies infected load!” He grunted, an instant later he bellowed like a Bull in Heat as Keith felt the HIV positive cock explode deep up his guts. Max’s body shuddered as he road out his orgasm, reveling in his unmedicated load pumping deep up the boys unprotected ass. A few moments later Cameron grunted and shot his load as well, filling the boy from both ends as they collapsed panting in the hot afternoon sun. Cameron pulled his cock from Keiths dripping face, giving the plump tip a squeeze to milk out a last few drops of jizz as he stood up. """""

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

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.

Part 16 I gasped loudly and took a deep breath as I felt Kevin's hard thick shaft sliding slowly and nonstop into my just-fucked hole. Not so much from pain, although there was some briefly when he first entered. I gasped mainly from the feeling of my asslips being stretched wider than Drew's cock had done. Kevin's cock was thicker than Drew's and I was immediately feeling the difference between the two. Despite the discomfort though I quickly felt the pleasure of this new experience of being opened so wide and so full of cock. I had felt totally stuffed when Drew was inside me but this was completely different and I relaxed my hole all I could to give Kevin an easier entry. “Yeah, buddy, that's it. Open up that cummy hole and take my cock,” I heard Kevin growl in a deep voice. “You are so damn tight man! Feels so good around my fat dick. You're liking it aren't you? You're liking your cheating ass stretched wide with another dick, huh?” I was jacking my dick furiously as Kevin sank further inside me. Covered in sweat and finding it hard to speak much I looked at Kevin and groaned out, “Oh gawd yes! I'm loving it! Your dick is so thick! Aw yeahhhhh!” I felt something in my hole that I hadn't felt when Drew was fucking me. I wasn't sure what it was but it felt great and I moaned even louder, rolling my head from side to side surrendering to the sensations. “I just breached your second hole, Justin,” Kevin informed me. “I see it on your face that you just felt it. I'm all the way in fucker! You got all 9 inches of me in your fucking married hole man. You got it all!” The fingers jacking my cock stretched down between my legs and I felt the base of the thick meat buried in my guts. I felt the hairy nuts against my ass knowing that their load would be emptied inside me before long. I was eager for every drop! “Full,” I mumbled. “I feel so full.” And then Drew's voice close to my ear. “You are full Daddy. Full of another hard bare cock that's going to fuck your sweet partyed-up married ass until it explodes and fills you with more cum. Mixing with my incest cum already inside you.” “Aw fuck yeah!” I panted. “More cum. I need more cum in my fucking hole.” “And you're going to get it Daddy. Lots more,” Drew continued as he knelt next to my head and rubbed his wet sticky cock across my cheek. “In both holes,” he said as he pushed his cock against my lips. “Open up Daddy so we can give you two dicks, one in each hole.” I moaned in heat and hunger and parted my lips as Drew fed me his turgid meat, all the way to his balls. We both groaned at the feelings of sensual satisfaction. As I began moving up and down on the dick in my mouth I felt Kevin move his cock slowly from the depths of my ass. “Suck that cock Justin. The cock that just fucked your ass and came in you. Makes me need to fuck you and give you my load too. Get ready man for another breeding!” Finishing his words I felt him ram his whole pole back inside me, knocking the breath out of me. I screamed in a mix of surprise, pain and pleasure but with my mouth full of cock it was nothing but a muffled sound. Kevin didn't give me time to get used to his much fatter and longer cock. He just kept thrusting in and out, in and out, again and again setting the nerve endings in my ass on fire. I don't know when it happened but at some point I realized his deep relentless pounding was feeling good. Better than good. I managed to spread my legs open a little more. “Fuck yeah, dude,” I heard Ryan say. “Spread your legs wide open Daddy Justin. You want all of that fat cock don't you?” I mumbled a “yes” around the dick filling my mouth. “Yes we know you want it Daddy,” Drew said as more of his precum leaked down my throat. “You can't get enough dick can you sexy? Or enough cum or fuck smoke,” he whispered pulling his engorged spit-soaked cock from my lips. Panting I took his shaft in my fist and told him – told them all – that he was right. I couldn't get enough of any of it. I wanted more. Suddenly I saw Drew's hand holding the pipe as he offered it to me and lit the fire under it. I sucked hard and deep, just like Kevin was fucking my greedy manhole. I didn't think I could get higher or need cock and cum and ass more than I already was, but two fresh hits off the pipe had me begging for Kevin to fuck me harder, to make Drew's Daddy Justin their cum slut. It was as if somebody else was talking as I heard the filth coming out of my mouth, but I knew I meant every word. Kevin grabbed my shoulders and leaned down to shove his tongue in my mouth. We slobbered in each other's mouth as his cock moved even faster in and out of my ass. Finally, Kevin pulled away from my lips and with a look of wicked pleasure on his face said, “You ready cum slut? Are you ready for another hot load of jizz to flood your married guts?!” Pulling on my hard nips I returned his look and cried out, “Yes! Fuck yes I'm ready man! Cum in me, Kevin! Please breed me stud! Give me your fucking seed!” Kevin rammed hard back inside me and bellowed and screamed as I felt his cock unloading deep inside me. “You're getting it you hot fucking pig! You're getting every dirty drop! Knocking you the fuck up!” As we both howled in carnal pleasure I was vaguely aware of Drew saying, “Yeah Daddy Justin. Take his gift. Take it all.” I was too focused though on Kevin's cock and cum to give a second thought to Drew's remark. (to be continued)

Part 5 Like he read my mind he grabs his cock away from me, starts stroking slowly and says, “who owns your white sissy pussy?” I look him in the eye, “you own it, sir. when will you take what’s yours?” As I finish the question, I am hit with 2 big blasts of warm cum right in my face as Marcus roars and shoves his cock in my open mouth. Both my hands grab his cock and huge balls. His cock head is in my mouth and I’m swallowing his cum as it floods my mouth. He grabs my head and holds it tight. My left hand is stroking up his cock, milking him and bringing me more of his sweet cum as my right hand rubs and squeezes every drop from his balls. “Tomorrow night, Jamie. You pack all your girlie stuff in a big bag and we’ll pick you up at 7. We’ll drop you back three days later. Eat when you get home and nothing more. Be cleaned out and no body hair at 7.” “Wait, you don’t know where I live. And I think I have some questions…” I say with no conviction and his cum on my face. “No questions. I ask the questions. Now, who owns that white pussy?” He is starting to sound angry so I go along just to get out of this current situation. “You do, sir.” I look in the backseat for a towel to wipe my face as Marcus puts his big cock back in his pants. “Leave that cum on your whore face, Jamie. You can wash it off in the shower while you play with your little white clitty. I marked you with my seed, bitch, so show some respect.” “Yessir. Thank you.” He smirks arrogantly. “We gonna have fun with you, Jamie. I gotta think about it but ima find a niche for you. You old but we’ll see how you look after one a my girls gets you all whored up tomorrow.” I drive him a few blocks over and he directs me to the driveway of a very big house. He holds his phone up and there’s a picture of my condo’s front door. “Seven o’clock, sissy. Your world changes tomorrow.” I drive home as my mind spins out of control. I pull into a gas station just to catch my breath and regroup. What the fuck just happened? I mean, I have a few BBC fantasies…who doesn’t…but I never imagined I would ever agree to the things I had just said to Marcus. It was that hash! What the fuck was that? After those big hits I took, I completely changed. Fuck. What am I going to do? My phone dings and I open up messages. It’s from Marcus. How did he get my number? “I changed my mind, sissy. I want you to put all that cum in your mouth. Right now. Send me a pic with your mouth full. Now!” I’m thinking “Fuck you!” but I’m looking in the mirror as my fingers gather his cum for me to lick off. Once I have it all in, I open my mouth, take a selfie and send it to Marcus. “Good girl. Now keep it in your mouth until I text you.” I should be grossed out but I swish it around in my mouth as I drive the 5 miles back to my condo. Luckily, I don’t see any neighbors on my walk of shame. Jeans still wet from my hands-free orgasm, streaks of cum on my face and my mouth full of a black man’s cum. I get undressed and turn the shower on. I get a text from Marcus, “Show me.” I take a selfie to show him his cum. “Now put two fingers in your mouth and scoop up my cum, bitch. Then put my cum in your pussy and fuck yourself on that plug. When you nut thinking about my cock, swallow the rest of it, you sissy slut.” I’m so fucking horny just reading his text and imagining him instructing me in that voice, that I cum as soon as I shove my fingers in my ass. I mean pussy. His pussy.

Part 14 I lay there on the picnic table with the back of my head against the wooden slats and my eyes closed, feeling the waves of erotic indescribable delight wash across my naked sweat soaked body and through my racing drugged up mind. Relishing the just-made memories of the best damn sex I had ever had. Sex like I could never have begun to even imagine just a week ago. And I was dimly aware that as I played over and over in my mind of how Drew had taken my cherry ass I had no regrets. But even more I realized I felt no guilt knowing I had cheated on my wife. And realizing that only stoked my horniness and readiness for more secret wild fun with the three naked hot horny men I was with now. Not knowing I was doing it I caught myself rubbing the thumb of my left hand back and forth across my wedding ring. A dark smile crossed my face as I softly whispered, “She doesn't need to know.” I felt Drew's still-hard cock move inside my ass as he swayed his hips left to right, causing me to open my eyes. Drew was holding himself up on his lean strong arms his eyes locking onto mine. He had a devilish sexy grin on his face. “That's right, Daddy Justin. She doesn't need to know anything at all. She doesn't need to know how her man loves and needs dirty raw sex with other men. How you can't get enough of the fuck smoke and letting it feed your craving for cock and cum and ass. And she doesn't need to know how much you enjoyed feeling your married ass stuffed full of dick and flooded with hot cum. Cum from your own son's cock and balls.” Hearing Drew talking so filthy made me moan loud and deep. For a split second an image of my son Jeremy flashed across my mind but I quickly let it slip past as I felt my “new son” Drew begin to thrust his cock gently in and out of his “daddy's” hole. “You DID like feeling my hard cock pounding your hole, didn't you, Daddy?” I ran my hands up both of his arms, placed them behind his neck and pulled his face toward mine. “I fucking loved it, son! It was unbelievable!” Drew slid his tongue into my welcoming mouth as he started to make his movements between my legs a little faster and a little more forceful. Breaking our kiss Drew whispered seductively, “And you want more don't you stud? You want – you NEED – your ass fucked again and to have it filled with more cum, right?” “Hell yes! I want more. You're right, son. I need more. Please!!” “And you need more fuck smoke too doncha?” I heard Kevin say from next to me, his words immediately followed by the click of the flame that would make more of the clouds. My guttural moan was all the answer he needed and in a second he was slipping the stem of the pipe back between my lips. I wasted no time pulling the smoke deep inside me like the tina whore I had already become. As I blew out a 3rd consecutive cloud I felt Drew's hand grip my throbbing dripping boner and begin stroking it, at the same time stopping the thrusts of his cock into my needy hole but leaving it inside me. I moaned and writhed on my back feeling the electric jolts of pleasure his hand was giving my dick. “So you want your cheating married ass fucked and bred again, huh?”, he said softly, teasing me. “Oh fuck yeah! Please! Fuck me. Breed me. Fucking please!” I begged. “Then tell me, Daddy. Whose dick do you want to fuck you next, Kevin's or Ryan's? You're going to get fucked and bred by all three of us don't worry. But which one gets inside you next, Justin?” I almost came as his words registered on my brain. I hadn't thought about the other two guys fucking me but now the idea filled my thoughts. Damn! Who did I want pounding my married cheating daddy hole next??!! (more on the way soon)

Part 13 I was reveling in the intense and absolute pleasure my chem-fueled hungry hole was experiencing from the deep hard unrestrained thrusts of Drew's hard insistent cock in and out of it. There was no pain as I had felt when he first slid his young bare cock inside my virgin hole. Now there was nothing but a growing need and eagerness for this hot gorgeous stud to fuck me for hours if he wanted to and to fill my ass up with his tina cum over and over. Correction, I heard my mind say. To fill my cheating married daddy ass up with his tina cum!! I ran my hands across his sweaty smooth pecs and started to play with his hard nips. “Yeah, son. Fuck me baby! Fuck your daddy's horny manhole with your thick raw hard son-cock! Make it yours son! I want to feel my jock son shooting his thick warm cum deep inside my guts! Please son...fuck me!” From beside me I heard Kevin say, “I told you how much you'd love a cock up your ass didn't I buddy? Just like Drew and Ryan and I all do. Your ass is hooked already isn't it?” he asked with a lewd chuckle. “Hell yeah it is man! You know it is! It feels so fucking incredible!” I turned my head in the other direction as I heard Ryan's voice. “And it feels even more incredible, Daddy Justin, if you keep sucking the glass cock and letting the fuck smoke magnify everything you're feeling with a cock stuffing your ass.” My eyes were locked on the once again full bowl on the pipe as Ryan moved it toward me, slid the stem between my ready open lips and lit the flame making the white smoke swirl and thicken. I wasted no time sucking on the pipe and letting the smoke enter my lungs and body and very soul, knowing it was controlling me. And I wanted it to! “Yeah Daddy, suck that fuck smoke in deep, just like your tight warm ass is sucking my cock deeper inside your guts,” I heard Drew whisper in a voice hoarse and full of lust. “Your no-longer-cherry ass sucking your own son's raw cock deeper into your partyed up cheating married ass. Eager to be filled up with our family's DNA when I breed you with my cum. My incest cum, Daddy. That's what you want isn't you sexy dirty fucking stud?” I felt my cock throb violently and felt a new arousal in my mind when I heard Drew say the word “incest”. It was so wicked and decadent and wrong...and it WAS what I wanted from him. “Oh hell fucking YES son! Fill daddy's cheating hole with your ropes of incest cum. I need it so bad my sexy fucker. Give me every damn drop of your incest cum! Do it! DO ITTTT!!!!” I think I heard Ryan and Kevin both say something like “Hot fucking Damn! Beg for it man!”. But what I heard for sure and clearly was Drew shouting out, “Now, Daddy! Here it cums right-the-fuck now Daddy. Filling your sweet hole with your son's dirty incest seed!” And with a powerful thrust into my stretched hole I felt Drew's cock throb and swell inside me followed by spurt after spurt of fresh hot cum coating my insides. Coating them with my son's incest cum! (to be continued)

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

Sorry it took so long to get this out there. It's just tough with so much going on in life, right now. I spent most of whatever free time I had reading, as opposed to writing. I may have just one more installment after this, more like an epilogue. Thanks for the love and encouragement. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed writing out some of the raunchier elements with this, so my next project might be more focused on man scents. --- As soon as Joey left, I texted Carlos to let him know what happened and he told me he’d be on the lookout for Joey’s text. In the meantime, I went about work before prepping for the night. I got the text from both Carlos and Joey at the same time while I was prepping myself. Joey merely said to be ready tonight because he found someone who was interested. Carlos said he could wait for us to give Joey his third Poz load. My cock would not go down as I waited the rest of the day thinking about what Carlos said. Even if I wasn’t the one pozzing him, I was definitely complicit in the act. I wondered whether the old me would have ever thought something like this was arousing. Would I have been disgusted with myself. It didn’t really matter, my raging hard on told me. I was already in too deep. Joey walked in with the air of excitement. I could see it in his smile and instead of warming my heart, it warmed my groin. “Hi babe,” he greeted me. “I hope you’re ready. He should be coming over soon.” “I think I’m ready. I hope you are.” I leaned into his face for a kiss and pulled his hips into mine, grinding my hard cock into his own. We made out, arousal at our upcoming event fueling the fire of our sexual drives. Joey pulled my shirt off and I got a whiff of my pits. I didn’t bother washing because I had a feeling Carlos would appreciate it, but I saw the brief stink-face from Joey. I kissed him again to take his mind off of that. This night wasn’t about what he was into. Just then, the buzzer rang. Joey walked over to open the door and there stood Carlos. He looked sexy in a white tee and those loose fitting pants as he walked in. He looked from Joey to me and smirked. “Hey, I’m Carlos,” he ‘introduced’ himself as he shook my hand. The pretense of It all made me anxious and horny. He shook Joey’s hand, too. To his credit, Joey acted quite natural as though he hadn’t met him before. “I’m Joey,” he said plainly. “I’m the one who you spoke to. And this is my boyfriend, Andy.” “You guys seem pretty hot,” Carlos said as he brushed his hand across his chest. “I like that you guys are open to playing around.” “Well, we’ve been strictly monogamous until today,” I mentioned. I scanned Joey’s face to see if that statement was lost on him. Again, to his credit, he didn’t seem phased. Which only served to fuel my fire. “But I’d love to watch you work his ass over.” “Oh really,” he quipped as he moved closer to me and pulled my head in for a deep kiss. My eyes closed briefly and I brought my hand down to grope his cock through his pants as our tongues intertwined. After breaking our kiss, I noticed Joey’s eyes a bit dimmed but they lit up again as Carlos moved towards him. Joey led the way as all three of us moved into my bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed, sandwiched between me and Carlos. I lifted his shirt off as Joey did the same to Carlos. They made out as I undid Joey’s belt, pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. I stood up and Joey crouched down to take off Carlos’s pants and admire the poison package. Carlos grinned and looked up at me. He reached for my shirt and pulled up. With my arms up, he caught a whiff of my scent and dove in with a “fuck yeah” and lapped at my pit. Joey had just worked the cock into his mouth at that point and Carlos seemed in heaven, switching over to my other ripe pit. He came up for air and I pulled him into a kiss, tasting my scent on his lips. Both of us breathed in the musk, panting as we made out while Joey worked on Carlos’s now rock hard cock. “Take off those pants and sit on the bed,” Carlos whispered huskily. I positioned myself at the head while Carlos pried Joey from his dick. He lifted him from the floor and guided him by the shoulders towards the bed. Joey crawled towards my cock, which left his ass in the air. As Joey started licking my balls, Carlos leaned in and started to lick his ass. It was such a turn on watching as Carlos ate with fervor at my boyfriend’s hole. “Mmm delicious,” Carlos said as he came up for air and started whacking his hard cock on Joey’s ass. He looked into my eyes and saw the hunger. “I can’t wait to fill it up.” Joey lifted his head off my cock and motioned for the condoms. He looked at me and said, “Thank you. I needed this.” I assume he meant the threesome. “I know. I need this just as much if not more,” I replied, referring in my own head to watching him unknowingly being loaded with poz cum. I gave him the condom so he could put it on Carlos. Carlos looked at me smiling as he spun Joey towards my hard cock, shoving his face down on it. Carlos pulled hard on the condom to snap it, as I’d already made sure they were easy to break. I handed over the lube and Carlos applied a generous amount to his cock and to Joey’s ass, shoving his fingers in to get more in there. I could have sworn I felt Joey squirm a bit. His mouth bit down on my cock a bit as I watched Carlos piston his fingers in and out. He pulled his fingers out and showed me his nails were long. It all made sense. Carlos aimed his cock at Joey’s hole and slid in easily with all the lube. I was hard as a rock knowing he was taking my boyfriend’s ass raw. Joey moaned into my cock as he was filled with that poz cock. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled Joey off and kissed him. It was more of an animal kiss than a lover’s. Carlos gripped his hair and pulled him up to kiss him, too. I took that chance to get off the bed and get underneath both Joey and Carlos so I could watch that scorpion tail sting its prey. I was rock hard and drooling as I saw Carlos pull all the way out and slide all the way back in raw. He pushed Joey’s face down into a pillow and started plowing his way through that cheating ass. His ass juices and lube were splashing onto my face. I got up as Carlos looked into my eyes and winked. He pulled me in for a deep kiss. As animalistic as this one was, I couldn’t help but feel something I felt was missing from when Joey and I kissed. We shared something deeper in this passionate kiss. We broke our kiss as he used one hand to guide my head to look at his cock. His thrusting pace slowed considerably. He wasn’t pulling all the way out, but after a few more thrusts he pulled all the way out and pushed my head down to his cock. I could taste his musk and separate it from Joey’s ass juices. I could taste his cum. He’d unloaded in Joey’s ass. I lifted off his cock and stuck my face in Joey’s ass. I ran my tongue across the abused hole and pushed in. Some of Carlos’s poz cum leaked into my mouth and I moaned. Carlos made a show of getting another condom as he tossed the broken one from his cock into the trash so that Joey could see him as he handed it to me. I quickly went to work putting it on myself and “making myself comfortable”. Carlos came behind me and licked his tongue up my crack as I slid myself into Joey’s wet, used hole. I felt myself shiver as I could feel his tongue lap up my musky ass, working its way into my hole. I shivered, too, as I could feel his cum/lube mixture in Joey’s ass as I fucked my little whore. I shivered more as I felt Carlos kiss his way up my ass and back towards my neck. Maybe it’s cold in heaven. He tossed an open condom wrapper past me onto the bed. Joey looked back and saw him standing behind me and leaning forwards, kissing my neck. He saw my eyes glaze over with lust as I thrust into him with Carlos moving closer. He saw my gasp as Carlos snapped his hips against my ass. He heard me moan as Carlos thrust into me, which led me to thrust into Joey. I reached around to jerk off Joey’s cock and Joey turned his head back to the pillow and began moaning, opening his ass up for me. As Carlos tongued my earlobe, he paused there while continuing to fuck my ass. “This is so hot. You look so hot fucking him. I love your hole. It feels so nice in here.” I moaned hearing these words as he spoke them with a seductive whisper. “How does it feel, fucking your own load into his ass. Feels good, doesn’t it? God, you look so hot. Don’t you wish you were pozzing him, too? Wouldn’t that be hot?” His questions burned in my mind, fueling my fuck. I did think it would be hot. I did wish I was pozzing him. “Fuuuuuuck,” was all I could manage to say. I felt Joey’s ass clench as he reached orgasm. It drove me over the edge as I unloaded in him. I slammed each load into him, hoping he would be pozzed for all of his life. As I clenched up for that final blow, I felt Carlos’s arm across my chest. He pulled me into his cock and I naturally bent over to open my ass for him. I felt him shake as he held onto me. I realized I was shaking a bit, too. Carlos recovered first, pulling out of me. He helped me pull out of Joey and leaned in to lick Joey’s ass clean. He then moved to suck my cock clean of juices. Then he sat up and I saw his cock. I’m not sure I was surprised, but there it was in all it’s glory – with a broken condom on it. I leaned down to suck it clean and removed the evidence. Carlos took it and the one that was on me and tossed them in the trash. He lay down on the bed on that side as I slid up next to him, sort of squeezing Joey out to the other side of the bed. Carlos wrapped his arm around me and I felt myself melt into him. I closed my eyes and slept.

Sorry to all of you for the long delay in updating this story. I fully intended to do so, and yet life got in the way. Every time I looked to go back, I never really had the drive. Then the longer I put it off, the more I thought about just leaving it open ended. You know how it is. Anyway, here’s my latest installment. The days passed and at times I wondered about what kind of person I was to put Joey through that. Part of me told myself he deserved it. Another part of me said I was a despicable sorry excuse for a person and I would burn in hell. Still, there was no denying that I was turned on by the whole thing. I was washing the dishes from a rather quiet dinner with Joey, who noticed my distraction. I would say I was surprised, but we had dated for a year. “Are you okay, babe?” he asked. “You seem like you have a lot on your mind.” I thought about what to say. Do I tell him I know he’s been cheating? Do I tell him I set him up? No, I didn’t want to deal with that drama. “Sorry, I guess work has me a little preoccupied,” I replied. He came up behind me and brushed his hand down my front and settled on my cock. “I know how to settle your mind a bit,” he purred in my ear. His tongue brushed my ear and he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and nibbled. My cock grew in his hand and he stroked it through the fabric. I finished the last of the rinsing and set the dishes on the rack. Turning around, I grabbed Joey’s head and guided him into a kiss. We made out, my hands moving down his side towards his ass and pulling him into me. His hand was still on my cock, massaging it. I slipped my hands into his waistband and kneaded his ass and then thought to the image I saw of Carlos’ cock in his ass with the busted condom. I growled into our kiss and pulled my hands out to pull Joey up and carry him to the bedroom. He seemed surprised when I dropped him on the bed and quickly tore off his clothes. I followed suit and soon we were both naked. I crawled onto the bed towards his hard cock, taking it into my mouth. Giving him one of my expert blow jobs, according to Carlos. Thinking of him made me hornier, it seemed. I ran my hands across Joey’s thighs and brought them up to expose his ass. Joey knew to grab his knees as I traced my tongue from his balls down to his puckered hole. As I licked and nibbled, I wondered whether Joey had noticed his ass was full of cum. I thought back to my own taste of Carlos’ cum and thought it would be delicious to eat it out of Joey’s ass. I kissed my way up again, hooking Joey’s knees on my shoulders and went to kiss him. He never really liked me to do that after eating him out no matter how clean he was and this time was no different. His head went to the side, so I licked and sucked on his neck. My cock was at his hole and I rutted trying turn him on. I thought maybe this time he would let me breed him. “Babe,” I heard him say. I looked up and saw him grab a condom from under the pillow and hand it to me. I held it for a second and felt my sex drive plummet. I knew, I just knew he wouldn’t let me and yet, I dared to hope. I tore open the condom and put it on my already deflating cock. I tried, I really did. It just wasn’t working. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do it anymore,” I sighed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’m just not turned on anymore,” I said, knowing the weight of my words. “Breaking rhythm to put on the condom took me out of the zone.” “I get it,” he whispered, looking hurt. “I’m…I’m sorry.” I laid down on the bed and faced away from him. I wasn’t even sure how to respond. I didn’t really want to say it was okay because it wasn’t anymore. I just didn’t want to say that either. He seemed to take the hint that I didn’t want to talk, just lying there silently. After a while, I got up, saying I was going to take a shower. After I got out, he was laying in his clothes again. “I’m gonna head out to the gym,” he said casting his eyes downward. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Okay.” He got up and walked over to me and I let him give me a kiss on the cheek. He quickly glanced in my eyes and smiled before heading out the door. I sat down on the bed and wondered what I was going to do. My phone vibrated and I looked and saw I had a message from Carlos. My cock stirred and I opened the message to see him say that Joey was on his way over. I was hurt that he would leave like that when we just had that moment, but realized Joey was gonna get another load of poz cum. >Fuck him. Breed his cheating ass. He left me with a load here since I couldn’t stay hard when he made me put on a condom. Instead of taking care of me, he’s out being a whore. >>Damn, really? I’ll make sure to rough him up for you. Get my toxic load deep. >Wish I could eat that load out after you fuck him. I don’t know why I said that, but it was true and it just came out. >>Fuck yeah, that would be hot to see. I’ll hit you up later.

After putting away my laptop, I went to bed and woke up the next morning around noon. I didn't have work and so I lay there a bit longer thinking about what I had done. Joey had no idea what was coming. That got me hard thinking about the cock in that picture again. I looked over to find Joey had already gotten up. I heard the tv on and figured he was watching a show so I tiptoed to the door and peaked out. He was on his phone and was quickly typing out a message. I wasn't sure what it was, but I know what I hoped. I went back to bed after grabbing my laptop and brought up BBRT again. There were a few messages from random guys, but I saw one from the poz latin and brought it up. >well it seems he's very interested. He wants to meet tonight at 6. You were right about his insisting on condoms. I've got a camera set up so you can watch it go down. Here's my Skype... >awesome, I can't wait for you to poz his cheating ass with your toxic cum. I'd love to watch your hot body shove that thick cock in his hole. I could feel the excitement rising again. I wanted to make Joey pay for his indiscretions in a way that gave me as much excitement as he got from his countless tricks. >fuck yeah bud. I'm gonna give him a fuck he's never gonna forget. You're gonna love watching my thick dick slide in him. Alright, gotta go, I'll log onto Skype tonight so you can connect to the camera before he gets here. I shut down my laptop and walked out to see Joey still typing away. His smirk told me all I needed to know. "Good morning," I said. "Afternoon babe," he smiled at me. "You looked so peacful sleeping after last night I wanted to let you sleep in." "Thanks. Any plans tonight?" I asked. "Just gotta help my mom out with something. What about you?" "I think I'm gonna chill at home. I have errands to run all day today so I'll probably relax and watch some tv. " "I'm gonna head over to my place and get my laundry done before I have to be at my mom's," he said and came over to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for my day. Say hi to your mom for me," I said almost enjoying the web of lies. As he got ready to leave, I went about my daily routine. After washing my face, my coffee was ready and he was gone. I sat down at the computer again sipping my drink. I pulled up BBRT again, as there wasn't anything else I could think of except tonight. Ignoring messages from people I didn't care for, I ended up the guy's profile again looking at his pictures. I thought about what it would be like to taste his cock. It occurred to me it would be just like sucking any other uncut cock, but I then wondered if it would be soapy and clean or more naturally musky. In my daze I saw a new message from him and opened it. >on again? Can't stop thinking about it, can you? In just a few short hours your boy is gonna get knocked up with my babies. You can probably back out still if you want... I thought about what he said, but it was too far gone. I wanted this to happen. >no, I can't stop thinking about it. And no, I'm not going to back out. He's gonna get his pleasure, and I'm going to get some this time too. >i like the way you think. You should get some pleasure out of this. Alright, I just gotta replenish my lube bottle with baby oil. Let's connect on Skype before the main event ;] My cock was throbbing. Part of me told me I was evil, but I didn't really care. I was just too caught up in all of it. The next several hours were hard to fill. The time was moving by so slowly and I wasn't able to focus on TV. I spent my time watching bareback videos wondering if that would be what it looked like. By the time 5:45 came around, I had already shot my load but felt so horny I was ready to burst. I logged into Skype and connected with the latin man. When his cam came on I grinned. I saw his pictures, but still didn't expect him to look athletic and hot considering he was toxic by his own definition. My cam was on too, so he could see me sitting naked on my bed. "Hey there stud. Looks like you're ready for a show," his voice came through very manly. "You have no idea. I'm nervous," I confessed. "You have nothing to be nervous about. I'm the one doing the deed here," he laughed. "And he's not even going to know." I smiled at that knowing Joey was clueless. I had a good view of the bed, looking from the side. "Showtime. He just texted that he's downstairs. You can turn off your cam, but I'm going to cover you up with porn anyway." I watched as he clicked with the mouse anyway few times. I cut my feed and turned up the volume as I noticed he left the sound of the porn off. Probably so I could better hear Joey's moans. He went off camera for several minutes after throwing on some boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

I stepped into the shower after our fuck and thought about what was going through my mind. Had I really been turned on by the thought of my cheating boyfriend getting pozzed by one of his tricks? As I washed off the sweat from our fuck, my hand soaping up my dick and nuts, I thought of the intense orgasm and I started to firm up again. Something that should be said about an Aquarius is that we have intense fantasies. I imagined Joey going to meet a poz trick and pictured him bending over to receive his gift. I got rock hard as I thought of the guy, who I pictured as Ethan Wolfe, sliding into him raw and thrusting, unloading his cum. Just then my second load burst forth and I stood there panting. I rinsed off and got out of the shower. My mind kept playing over that scene and I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget about it. When I went into my bedroom, Joey was fast asleep, cum drying on him. I was still awake so I went grabbed my laptop and went out to the living room. I had heard of a site called BBRT from a friend I knew who was into barebacking when I lamented to him of the fact that Joey was so staunchly "safe", but I told him I wanted to try being monogamous as Joey had asked. I went there and signed up for a profile quickly realizing there was more kinky stuff than I realized. Skipping most of it, I put in my stats thinking I would probably be better off being honest with whomever the guy would be so he knew what he was in for. I put up a cropped photo of my shirtless body when Joey and I were at the beach last summer. In my bio I put that I was discrete and looking to play out a fantasy - vague enough not to rouse suspicion in case there was someone who might report me for my immorality. I navigated to the search options and checked of boxes for poz tops who give loads within 10 miles of my zip code and looked through the options. Living in a major metropolitan city, there were plenty of guys fitting that description. I scanned through the first page and found a Latin guy the same age as me, 26. He was uncut and his bio explained he was into poz talk and dark fantasies. I had to purchase a membership to see his pictures better, but it was worth it. He looked hot and I felt my dick plumping up as I viewed each pic of his thick furry latin frame. I got a notification that I had a message and clicked over to see that it was from the same guy I was looking at. >hey there stud. What fantasy are you looking to play out? My heart fluttered and I hesitated, staring at the message for what seemed like hours. There was no taking it back if I told him, but if I didn't I knew I wouldn't be able to tell anyone and I wouldn't be able to get my revenge. >hey sexy. Well, to put it bluntly, my fantasy is to poz my boyfriend. I just found out he's been cheating on my the last year and a half we've been together. I sent the message and sat waiting for a second. I went back to his profile and looked at his public pictures some more, taking in his brown furry skin. I got another two messages and clicked back to see one of them was him unlocking. >that's one hell of a fantasy, very hot. I unlocked, do you have any pics of him and you? I quickly went to upload some nude pictures of Joey under private, adding the caption as "the bf" and added a few of myself just for good measure. I clicked onto his profile and unlocked my pics and started looking at his new photos that showed a pert furry butt and an impressive thick 8 inch tool. I began salivating at the thought of it pumping Joey full of cum when a new message appeared. >you two are very sexy. You've both got a sort of jock/cub thing going on, I like. So he's been cheating and you wanna get revenge by pozzing him. Tell me more. I told him how Joey and I had been together for a year and a half and that he was being shady so I snooped in his phone and found messages from a lot of guys that he hooked up with. I mentioned our rough fucking and how he wouldn't even let me fuck raw. Then I told him about my fantasy and that I even jacked off in the shower thinking of him loaded with poz cum. While waiting to hear back, I went to the picture of his cock and rubbed my dick through my sweat pants. It was thick and even hard there was skin bunched up at his head. There was another pic of his foreskin pulled back and I saw his thick mushroom head leaking cum. I rubbed my cock head and felt how wet I was getting when the alert came. >that can be arranged. For some reason the condoms I use tend to break And I've been poz for a year now and haven't started my meds yet so I know I got some toxic cum. I'd love to help you get your revenge. What's his name on Grindr? I sent him what I knew and described the image, as it wasn't one he sent to me. I gave him my address and said he would be around for at least the next day. He told me that he would head over to the Starbucks near my apartment and look for the thumbnail and hit Joey up in the morning.

After being a cocksucker since 9m 17 yr old and now 67 I finally had a guy fuck me raw. I been fucked before but always with a condom. I know , prep, but im married and kinda hard to sneak that. Also, I don't get the chance to fuck around,not that easy. I also had a buddy that moved a couple of years ago that loved me sucking his cock, he fucked me a few times and always with a condom. But on to today ! It hasn't beed good since the beginning of year, I think I got to suck cock maybe 4 times. I also thought I was going to get to meet a couple of guys that were tops off sniffies but didn't happen. But yesterday I chatted with a guy ,my age on sniffies and he told me that he could meet today. His profile said he was a top but he said maybe we could just exchange blow jobs. That was fine with me ,but I was hoping maybe he would fuck me. His profile said he was 7 in cut. That sounds nice, but always take an inch off and not that really mattered. We chatted back and forth, I told him I'm a sub guy, and I like aggressive guys. Anyway this morning I started looking for him and he was on sniffies. He said he would come over. He was about 20 minutes away, I jumped in shower, cleaned out just in case and waited he actually showed up, nice looking guy about my age.of course I was wondering if he would be hard. He came into my room after some small talk, I went to grab his cock through his pants. Yes, hard, we both removed our clothes, I pulled his underwear down and out popped his cock.it was a good 7 inches, but beer can thick. Pre cum was dripping ,I dropped to my knees and licked his precum, it was delicious.after a bit of me sucking he told me to get on bed. He wanted to 69 I'm not a big fan but did. We were both sucking each other and he started circling my ass with his finger and said he could tell I liked it. I said I did. More sucking and then he got up and threw me on my back. Put my legs on his shoulders and started rubbing his cock head leaking precum on my hole.it felt so good. like always I started getting nervous about raw cock and told him. He stopped and started to suck my cock again and started fingering me. I couldn't take it and told him to fuck me. He said if he did he wasn't going to stop. I was so fucking horny for his cock. He had some poppers on the bed that we didn't touch . He handed me the poppers and told told me to start huffing . That was it for me, I wanted it . He put my legs on his shoulders again and wasted no time and stuck his thick cock head in me I was begging him to give it all to me. He shoved his cock in me and I felt his hair hitting my ass. My head was spinning from the poppers . His cock ft so good. It felt warm head started to fuck me ,he was good. No lube just lots of his precum lubing my hole. After about maybe 5 minutes of hom slamming his cock In me calling me names, pig, cum whore, faggot etc, and I loved it he pulled his cock out and I asked what happened and in a split second he shot a huge load on my hole. I was jerking my cock and exploded, he took his cock and shoved it back in me. He scooped up some of my cum and his and fed it to me. He then told me to kneel 9n the floor and shoved his cock in my mouth and told me to clean him up. The last few hours sitting on my couch I could still feel my asshole still wet. I loved it. I can't wait for more. He told me he will come back and use me again. His cock was perfect. He shot such a big load of cum. I can't wait.

Part 8. I am out of my mind with pure lust. She has put me in some kind of chastity device that feels snug but not uncomfortably so. In my ear, “Don’t worry. It’s pink too and you look so sexy, girl.” I’m fucking loving her calling me girl. Instead of trying to feel my new device, I reach around to play with my plug. “That’s it, Jamie. Focus on your pussy like a good girl. Do you need a bigger plug yet?” “Yes, please,” I answer quickly and we both laugh which breaks up the trance I was slipping into. She has me kneel on the ottoman at the foot of the bed and then gently pushes me down on all fours. I feel her pull out my plug very slowly and when it’s completely out, I drop down my shoulders automatically and picture myself in a whorish face down-ass up pose. “Mmmm, look at you, you’re a natural. You sure you’re a virgin, girl?” I think back to when Marcus said I was a natural and it makes me think of his glorious cock. “This one is bigger so I want you to slowly inhale through your nose when I tell you too and-“ “No no,” I cut her off. “I’m not going to do any of that stuff he made me smoke last night.” “It’s not that stuff. You ever do poppers before? They’ll help your pussy loosen up for this plug. That’s all,” Trish says in that sultry voice. “Trust me, Jamie. I’m going to be with you the entire time.” I do trust her. I’ve heard of poppers but never tried. They sell them OTC so how bad can they be? I start to slowly inhale until she tells me to stop and hold, then exhale when she says and do it again with the other nostril. About 20 seconds later, I feel a rush of warmth wash over my entire body and hear Trish say softly, “You feelin alright, baby?” I just arch my back more and moan loudly. Then I feel her pushing something big into me and stop once it’s in a couple of inches. My God that feels so good, I feel myself starting to push back against it first slightly and then in one thrust, the entire plug is in me and I’m still pushing back harder. “Perfect, Jamie. You look so pretty right now,” Trish says as she squeezes my ass cheeks with both hands…very hard. I’m pushing back into her strong hands and moaning. I feel her hot breath on my ass as she kisses it and then gives it a small bite. “Oh!” I squeal as it sends a shiver up my spine and I lift my ass higher, “Please!” asking for another. She chuckles, spanks me playfully and says, “later, girl.” I don't think I've ever been so horny. I mean, I've put several plugs and other toys in me before but this one is special...and it even tingles a little. Almost a burning feeling? “Are you ready to see a sexy woman, Jamie?” Trish’s voice snaps me out of my daze. “Yes, I’ve never felt like this. It’s like my whole body feels strange,” I say. At least I think it was me. Trish takes my hand and guides me into the bathroom. When she has me standing in front of the full-length mirror, she asks, “Are you ready?” and pulls my blindfold up and off. I really can’t believe my eyes. I look in the mirror and then at Trish. Then at the mirror and at Trish again. What she has done is truly remarkable. I didn’t think my face could ever look so good without a series of surgeries. I had thought that Trish was going to make me look trashy after how she had talked to me at the dollar store. Now doubt, she had to use a lot of makeup to transform me…it was literally caked on my face…but my eyes really stole the show. She had managed to make them look smokey, sexy and somehow bright. I have very thin lips but Trish had managed to make them much bigger. They were lined with a smokey rose color which was darker than the neon pink that it outlined. Completing my look were silver hoop earrings. My pink lace bra had small breast forms that were perfectly concealed and felt like the perfect size. The chastity device was a matching pink and was covered slightly by a white silk thong that had the word “virgin” in pink across the front. “Turn around,” Trish said. I look at my butt in my thong…and I see it…a Queen of Spades tattoo (temporary) I was blown away and told Trish just that. “You look just about ready and that’s good because they are 10 minutes away. Let’s get you in your heels and ready for Marcus.” My heels are white 6” stilettos and getting ready for Marcus meant that I was going to answer the door when he knocked. Although less that 24 hours earlier I had swallowed this man’s cum, I still had butterflies in my stomach. I was checking myself in the foyer mirror when Trish walked over to me and said, “You look perfect, girl,” as she gently turned me around and placed one hand on my butt and squeezed firmly. She put her other hand on my chin, pulled it forward and kissed me with her soft lips and open mouth. I opened my mouth and accepted her tongue…as it snaked its way around, I moaned as I tried to suck on it. “Not now, Jamie,” Trish said and as if on cue, there was a knock on the door. “I think that’s for you,” Trish says and I mouth her a silent “thank you.” I open the door and there is Marcus and Keith. They look a little confused at first but then realize it’s me. “Look at you. Damn, Trish, you are my sissy maker, ain’t you.” “Please come in, gentlemen,” I say with a voice that is now coming to me with little effort. “And listen to you,” Marcus says as he and Keith walk in and head towards the small kitchen. “I had nothing to do with that,” said Trish. “She surprised me with that too.” “Good, good,” Marcus said while looking me up and down. “MmmMmm, You feelin good, Jamie? C’mere. Get me and Keith a beer while we get a look at you.” I move deliberately in my heels past both men and open the refrigerator door. I see the six-pack of Heineken on the bottom shelf and smile. “Is Heineken ok?” I ask in a low whisper. I don’t wait for an answer and bend at the hips to fetch two bottles. “Bring them in here, our little Queen of Spades,” Marcus says from the living room. I take the two bottles and when I walk into the living room, Marcus is standing at the door to the bedroom talking to Trish and Keith is getting undressed. “Me and Trish gonna have a little talk while you take care of my boy Keith.” “OK…I mean, yes sir, Marcus.” Keith is standing in front of the sofa in boxer briefs and I can see the outline of his big cock. I hand Marcus his beer and walk over to Keith who takes his beer and looks down at the floor. I know he wants me to kneel, so I do and look up at him submissively. He just nods at me and I reach up and pull his boxers down, releasing his beautiful black cock. I gently grasp it with both hands and start stroking it. As it starts to grow, a steady stream of precum leaks from it and glistens as I stroke from his balls to his head. “Here,” Keith says as he puts an open bottle of poppers under my nose. “Go slow with these, sissy.” I remember to inhale slowly but I forget to hold it so Keith tells me to do it again…all while stroking his cock which is now a rock hard 8” and when I start to feel the warm rush, I could swear it said, “Put me in your white sissy throat right now.” His cock is at full staff when I try to shove as much as I can into my hungry mouth. When it hits my throat, I gag. Keith has one hand on the back of my neck and holds up the poppers with the other, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and hold it.” As I’m doing just that, he adds, ”You’re gonna love this, sissy. Now suck on the head a little.”

Dam! Thats how i would want a pic like that! So hot!!

When I was still living at home in my early 20s... Had a buddy in my neighborhood come over and fuck me while my mom was at work and everyone else was out the house. I can be a very loud moaner and turns out my sister was still home sleeping in the room next to me. While my buddy is knee deep in my ass my sister bursts in my room and yells "keep that shit down I'm trying to sleep!" My and him jump up mortified afraid my sister was going to tell everybody, come to find out shes known we've been fucking around for months, been there everytime we've hooked up, didn't care and just got tired of us disturbing her sleep LMFAO

I spent the summer walking on eggshells around the apartment complex. Trying to avoid my neighbor. Occasionally I would see him but I would put more of an effort to walk on by. I kept thinking about how I was lured into fixing a sink but ended up fucked. I deliberately tried to keep as much distance as possible for the past couple months. Since Mr. Lewis was poz I had gotten tested recently and to my relief My results today say I was still negative. Despite his deposit, I manage to avoid catching what he had. So now I’ve been feeling less on edge. When I walked past his door this time I felt lighter so I didn’t mind that he stopped me to say hi. “Well hello there Tommy boy. How have things been with you? Haven’t seen much of you.” He was in his tank top and sweats as usual, notably no underwear since his bulge was poking through. Although since seeing it last time, it could just be big enough to make a prominent tent even with underwear. I still remember the pain it caused on its ‘accidental’ plunge in me. I tried not to stare. “I’ve been okay Sir. Just busy with studies and work. You know how it is.” Even if I wasn’t trying to avoid him, I have been rather preoccupied with school and work. So it wasn’t much of a fib. “Oh I’m sure you’ve been working hard. I’ve missed you.” He then pulled his cock out of his pants and twirled it in font of me. “I know this has missed you as well.“ I didn’t know how to respond to that. I blushed and was struggling for words. “Oh I’m just kidding. How is your ass? I’m sure it has recovered since the last time I fucked you dirty.“ And he said that with a normal speaking voice regardless of who may or may not have heard it. We were alone in the hallway but still. “It’s-It’s fine!” I nervously looked back and forth to make sure no one was around to hear that. At the end of the hall I saw a brief glimpse of the landlord exiting towards the staircase. I wasn’t sure if heard that or not. My embarrassment shot up. “Why don’t you come in? You can keep me company, and we can get comfortable.” He motioned to inside his place. The place where I was violated so easily. “No thanks. I’m going to head home and take care of some chores. Cleaning, laundry, that sort of stuff. It was nice seeing you.” I politely fibbed. I admit there was a small part of me that was curious to see what he had in store but that part of me was incredibly small and the vast majority of my rational brain was directing me to get out of there. I didn’t give him time to interject and made my way home. I took a moment to calm down from the encounter then pulled myself together and went about my day. I got to work on things that I have been neglecting, like cleaning and a few homework assignments that were past due but I could turn them in for at least partial credit. I started gathering up a few things to do laundry when I heard a knock on my door. It was Mr. Lewis, with a small bag of laundry. “Howdy there sunny boy. You mentioned you were doing laundry? Well I figured I’d come by and borrow your washer. Mine’s on the fritz again. I’ll probably have you come by and take a look eventually. You don’t mind.” He was cheerful and aloof, but said that as more of a statement then a question. As if we were already close friends. But like before I didn’t want to be rude so I let him in. “Uh, sure I was just about to put a load in.” I grabbed my pile and walked to the washer. Mr. Lewis fallowed with his and we started sorting. He was behind me with his bag while I was putting things in the machine. “I don’t have much, I can shove my load in with yours.” His hips pressed up against me as he was throwing some things in. I felt his hard on rubbing my butt. I started getting visions of the kitchen sink incident and the straddling he gave me. I moved aside, away from his boner and threw more clothes in. Mr. Lewis had some sweats, tanks, socks and underwear. His usual casual wear. When the last of our clothes went in, Mr. Lewis grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. “Woah! What are you doing?” “Might as well wash everything while you’re at it right?“ Mr. Lewis said while taking his tank top off. “Go on then, we’re both guys here, no need to be shy.“ I wasn’t very comfortable with the situation but it was laundry day and Mr. Lewis already was taking off his clothes, so I finished taking my pants all the way off and pulled my shirt off and added them to the washer. Mr. Lewis pulled down his underwear and his stiff cock sprang up, the forskin pealing back on its own as the head swelled up. It was an impressive piece of meat, and on any other circumstances I’d love to play with it. “There we go that’s better isn’t it?“ He tossed his clothes in the washer while getting behind me and pressing his hips up against me again. I felt his hard cock pressed between my cheeks. The tip of his cock was wet, it felt like he was dripping pre-cum already. “Ah! Sir careful! Thats very close.” I tried moving my ass away from his cock but he grabbed my hips and held me in place, then added some pressure against my hole. His pre leaking out and getting me slick down there as it pressed. It was trying to dig inside me again. “Mr. Lewis please you can’t.” Then all of a sudden Mr. Lewis held a dirty cloth in front of my nose and mouth, it stank a lot. “Now now boy. Just breathe in my old socks. You’ll be fine.“ I held my breath, my body was freezing up and I didn’t know what to do. Mr. Lewis sensing my hesitation and started getting impatient. “I said breathe!“ On that he emphasized by thrusting his hips forward, his fat cock tip plunging inside me. I jolted. His thick clock caused pain going in, and out of reflex I did as instructed. I gave the socks a big inhale. They smelled like dirty feet, like he wore them for a week. There was also another smell in there, a chemical smell. My head went dizzy and I got such a rush. I started feeling really good. The pain from his cock head in me went away and I relaxed my ass. His cock actually started feeling good and so did the rest of my body. For a moment I forgot about the danger and started wiggling my hips down onto Mr. Lewis’s cock. The sock over my face seemed to be making me sensitive, I could feel his cock inside me in better detail. The shape of the head, the foreskin sliding in my ring, his twitching shaft pulsing it’s way up in me. As my ass started swallowing it up more there was a sudden jerk. Mr. Lewis had yanked his cock away from me. “Good, now that we have the load packed in how about we sit down and relax. I could use a drink, how about you?” I felt a slime trailing from my ass down my leg. Mr. Lewis’s massive cock had a bead trailing down it’s tip. This man produces a lot of pre-cum. As he walked towards the kitchen I reached behind me and felt my ass. The tip of my finger got coated in his pre. I brought the finger up to my mouth and tasted it. It was salty and bitter. A much stronger flavor than mine, almost overwhelming. As the fuzziness in my head started to wear off I yanked my finger away and acted like nothing happened right before he was able to see what I was doing. What was I thinking? How could I have enjoyed what he did? I got to keep it together. This man has a sinister motive and he nearly accomplished it again just now. What the hell was coated in that sock? I need to be on my toes. “Where do you keep your glasses?” He was rumedging through my kitchen, practically making himself at home. I walked next to him and squatted down to the lower cabinet grabbing two glasses out. “Oh there they were.” He turned his body in my direction while I was still squatted down closing the cabinet door and his cock slapped me across the face, leaving some pre smeared on my cheek. Mr. Lewis only filled his up with tap water and carried both glasses over to the living room table. “Come sit, we have plenty of time while the clothes wash.” “L-let me just go get dressed.” “Come now, I’m sitting here naked. I don’t want to be the only one. Come sit.” He patted the spot on the couch next to him. I reluctantly obliged and sat down. His dick was down to a semi now, he was casually playing with his balls while he continued conversation. “You did a fine job on my sink Tommy. Thank you for the help.” “Yeah sure. It was my pleasure.“ “I’m sure it was. Especially for me screwing your hot tight ass. Thank you for that by the way it’s been a while since I was able to breed a young man such as you.“ He smiled as if he was recounting the time that he won a game or caught a large fish and felt proud of himself. “Yeah about that, I don’t think I can really do stuff like that.“ I tried to come off as gently as possible. “You know, the risks and all.“ “I already shot a massive load of poz cum in your ass last time. I don’t think you need to worry about risk anymore, he he.” “Well I got lucky and I’m still negative. I was tested recently. So I really shouldn’t be playing around like that.“ Mr. Lewis‘s face lit up. His cock sprang back up to full mast. As if he was happy to hear that news. “Oh really? Well then I guess you’re a lucky son of a gun! But I guess I did give you a pretty strong irrigation after words. Would have been unfortunate for you to catch the bug on the first date, ha ha ha.“ “Do you normally play like that? Without condoms?“ “Never used them in my life. I always fuck raw. Probably why I am positive to begin with. But I never minded that. It’s better to feel skin on skin, the feel of a cock pulsing as it floods your guts with sperm. Don’t you think?“ “Yeah that sounds hot in theory. But I don’t know, maybe with someone I trusted.“ “And you don’t trust me? Your good old granddaddy across the hall? he he.” Mr. Lewis patted my thigh as he chuckled. His fingers grazing my shaft as he rubbed my leg. “I’m just kidding, I know I am an old kinky [banned word]. Which is why I couldn’t help but piss inside of you last time. But how can you blame me? Not every day that I have access to such a handsome young man like you. I had to try as many kinks as I could.” That made me blush. No one‘s ever talked to me that way before. He was so experienced and unfiltered, that I just couldn’t keep up with his wildness. “I don’t really do kink. I never really gave it much thought. You were the first one to ever do something like that.“ “Do you mean I took your piss virginity? Oh lucky me! Glad I was able to soil your insides first. The thought of it is making me leak.“ I looked over to his cock and it was leaking. A drip of clear pre going down his shaft. “Say, do you know how to give a good foot massage? Why don’t you try with these.“ Mr. Lewis popped his feet in my lap as he asked that. Not giving me much time to answer. “I don’t really know how.“ I stared at his feet in my lap, my mouth agape at his request. They were meaty and thick, with a little bit of dirt on the bottom of them. They were a little big for such a short man, probably size 10 or 11. I have never given anyone a massage before, and this felt strangely intimate so I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted to turn him down. “Oh it’s not that hard, they ain’t going to bite you. If anything you might bite them.“ Mr. Lewis raised a foot up to my face and shoved his toes in my mouth. It tasted strong, salty, and musky, almost like an exotic cheese. It was like when he shoved his dirty sock in my mouth but this taste was more intense. His toes were locating my tongue. I pushed his legs away and coughed a bit, trying to process what just happened this time. “There you’ve had a taste. Probably a lot better than my old sock right?“ “Right.“ damn, not what I meant to say. I just thought up of any answer automatically as I was getting over the shock of having this older man’s dirty toes in my mouth. “Figured you’d like that. You seem like you’d be a natural shrimper.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, I just nodded in agreement. Mr. Lewis sat upright and grabbed my arm and started pulling me off the couch. “Move over here in front of me. I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want you to rub on them. Just sit on the floor there in front of me. Will be easier that way.“ He positioned me so I was sitting on my knees on the floor while he sat on the couch. He lifted his foot and put it in my lap motioning me to start rubbing them. Out of fear of having him forcing me to suck on them again I started massaging it. Not really sure what to do, just pressing my thumbs into his soul and rubbing them in small circles. Mr. Lewis tilted his head back and sighed, seemingly enjoying himself. As I was rubbing one foot he raised his other and let it sit on my shoulder periodically caressing my cheek with his toes. The more I massaged his foot the more he was rubbing my face with his other, getting dangerously close to my mouth with his big toe. As I felt his toe reaching over and pressing against my lips, I finished up massaging the foot in hand and swapped it out for the one on my shoulder taking it away from my face. I rubbed this one in the same way for a moment. Mr. Lewis then took his foot I had finished massaging and was rubbing my thigh with it. His toes swirling in little circles, inching further up. I tried concentrating on the task at hand and ignoring it, but then he moved his foot over to my cock and started rubbing my shaft with his toes. “Mr. Lewis I-“ “Relax I’m just giving you a massage as well.“ He started rubbing his foot up and down my cock, and since it was receiving physical stimulation it was naturally getting hard. Mr. Lewis was very skilled with his foot work and it didn’t take long for me to get a full hard on. I wasn’t as big as him. I was only six and a half inches. It was getting difficult for me to concentrate on massaging his foot while the other was rubbing me down there. Mr. Lewis must have noticed this so he pushed his foot toward my face. “Lick the sole.” His foot had a strong smell but I was starting to get used to it. The rubbing on my cock was getting me horny so I wasn’t minding his foot in my face for some reason. I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Mr. Lewis started rubbing his foot in accordance with how I was licking him. “That’s a good boy, savor the taste. You’re gonna get addicted to the taste of my feet before long.” After licking at his foot for a while he took his foot out from my face and brought it down to my cock, he was now jacking my cock with both his feet. “There now, let granddaddy take care of you.“ He raised his other foot up to my face, “lick this one too, get it nice and sloppy, put some lube on it.“ I did as instructed and sucked on his other foot. It had the taste of my cock mixed in with the taste of his feet. It was more pleasant. Wait, it can’t be pleasant, what was I thinking? But I was getting more used to it, maybe too used to it. His feet were way more soft then I had imagined. Soft and plump and big. Once it was licked and slobbered on he brought it back down to my cock and started rubbing it again with both feet. It was an insane feeling. His juicy slick pads sliding up and down my shaft. I was surprisingly feeling like I was actually getting close. I couldn’t help but moan and stare at his work. His soles rubbing on my cock, his toes curling over the head. I would normally never be into this sort of thing, but I was being masturbated by the feet of a seasoned pro. “Mr. Lewis, you should stop. If you keep that up I’m gonna…“ I couldn’t say it, I couldn’t admit that this older man’s feet were going to make me cum. My hips started thrusting along with his feet pumping me. “Oh? Are you gonna cum on my feet? Look at you, you’re even fucking them like a horny foot slut. You dirty boy. You wouldn’t dare ejaculate from this? This is just a simple massage why do you have to make it perverted all of a sudden? He he.” He was loving this, he was loving torturing me like this. He wanted to see me subjugated like this, like a plaything beneath his feet, regardless of the pun. He started jacking me faster. I grabbed his feet and squeezed them tighter to my cock. This was so embarrassing but I really wanted to blow my load. I didn’t care if i was using a pair of dirty old troll feet as a flesh light. Well I guess they are not dirty anymore. Holy fuck I actually washed his feet with my mouth! I could still taste it. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna-“ Mr. Lewis stopped the foot job and stood up, he walked over to the table to grab a drink of water. I was left blue balled, desperately wanting his feet back. Shit really? His feet? No, that was dirty. This horniness is really screwing with my brain. “Wow you did a lovely job rubbing my feet boy. They were hurting today so I really needed that.” On one hand I should be relieved that he stopped stimulating me with his feet, on the other hand I was getting close and part of me really wanted to finish. I just continued sitting there on the floor with a throbbing hard on. Mr. Lewis walked over to me. “So do you think the laundry is done? I know it hasn’t been long but do you think we should check on it?“ I looked over to him and his hard on was staring me right in the face. Only an inch away from my nose. I looked up at him and he was looking down on me. “I don’t know…I didn’t hear it beep.“ I said, sexually frustrated yet trying to keep my composure. Mr. Lewis moved closer, the tip of his cock was now lightly touching the little divot under my nose. It had a strong scent to it. It was almost making me dizzy, I couldn’t help but breath in the smell of his dick. “Well we can go over there and check.” He suggested. As he looked towards the washing machine his cock slid across my upper lip. “Or we can go see if we missed any clothes in your bedroom.“ He looked over to my bedroom and his cock swung the other way slapping me across the cheek. A line of pre painting my face. “What do you think we should do?“ He was now slowly wiggling his hips back-and-forth. The tip of his cock sliding across my lips. I was keeping them closed but they were being coated in pre, like a thick layer of lip gloss. “Well do you think we should go check on the clothes?“ He was now holding still, his cock pressed firmly against my lips. I tried to nod my head in response. “Is that a yes?“ “Yes.“ As I open my mouth to respond Mr. Lewis slid the head of his cock in past my lips. He put his hands on my head, it’s taste was salty and I could feel his juice seeping down onto my tongue. “But first sunny boy, I need to take a piss. And you must be thirsty right?“ I was still as stone. I wasn’t sucking him, I was just holding it in there frozen in fear. Did he actually plan on pissing in my mouth? “How about this? Hold perfectly still and say nothing and I will let my lemonade flow into you, and you drink it up. Or if you don’t want to become my urinal today, start bobbing your head back-and-forth and suck me a little. The choice is yours.“ Were those really my options? Drink his piss or suck his cock? Couldn’t I just get out of the situation at all? I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t want to drink piss. Wouldn’t it taste really bad? How did I even let it get this far as to have him stick it in my mouth? I can’t believe it but I really wish we would have continued with the foot job. Sure it was humiliating but at least I didn’t have to drink, wait how long was I sitting there frozen? “Oh you nasty little boy. I guess that settles it. Hope you can take it. I piss a lot.” Mr. Lewis held onto his dick at the base with the tip in my mouth. A fist resting on his hip. Spread his legs, squatting a little. Getting into a comfortable position, arching his back slightly. “Give it a sec.” While the tip was twitching in my mouth I thought ‘Is he really going to piss in my mouth? Here in my living room?’ I was too sacred to move. I stared up at him almost mesmerized by how much this man looked like he was standing in a bathroom like this was a normal thing. He made a couple of deep breaths. Making mini flexes under his belly to squeeze his bladder, priming it for release. My lips closed themselves tight around his head so there would be no spillage. I was automatically trying to figure out the best way to accommodate the impending flow. “Ooof, here it comes……” He inhaled and held it for a second... losed his eyes and leaned his head back… Then his body relaxed as he let out a satisfying sigh… “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” The deer in the headlights mode wore off as I realized what the fuck was about to be shooting down his piss slit. I quickly started sucking on his cock head. Going back-and-forth and tilting my head a little. “Oh changed your mind have you? Oops, let’s see if It ain’t too late to change lanes.” Mr. Lewis started rocking his hips into my mouth, attempting to halt his flow. His cock tasted strong, as strong as his feet, but with a distinctive dick taste to it. I can pick up a little hint of my ass on it but the flavor here is all Mr. Lewis. After a quick second there was a sharp tart taste entering my mouth. His cock spilled a squirt of piss. I guess he couldn’t stop the small bit that was already on its way. I tried not to react to it and swallowed it as I kept sucking. Thankfully it was a small amount. Hopefully he didn’t notice. He had his hands on his hips as he looked down on me. He looked at me as if he was proud of me. Even though that this was my creepy neighbor from down the hall, a part of me was kind of enjoying sucking on such an impressively large cock. I tried to mentally block out who it was I was sucking, and tried to enjoy it. I reached up and started rubbing Mr. Lewis‘s ass. It was round, not flabby, but it was definitely the ass of an older man. He grabbed my hands and stuck them between his ass cheeks. I felt his hole, it was round and soft. He push two of my fingers up inside of him. It was wet and warm. His ass was clenching on my fingers. It gave a strange sucking sensation like his ass was pulling me in. I pulled away and I rest my hands on his feet, playing with them while I sucked. I tried going deeper on his cock but he held my head and only let me suck on the tip. Almost made me a little embarrassed, me trying to take more in the situation and him holding me back. Perhaps he just really wanted to control what we were doing. I probably sucked on his cock head for about 15 or 20 minutes when the washing machine beeped indicating it was done with it’s cycle. Mr. Lewis pulled me off his cock. “Looks like the laundry needs to be changed to the dryer.“ He noted. I used that moment to get up and walk over to the washing machine. “Yes we should get these clothes changed and dried.“ I was still incredibly horny but I was trying to regain my sanity and focus on the laundry in hopes that nothing more will happen of this. When I finished loading the dryer mr. Lewis approached behind me and grabbed my ass, rubbing my cheeks with one hand. “So not long now, do you know what we should do while we wait for the clothes to dry?“ Mr. Lewis reached over and put a glass in front of me on top of the dryer. It was filled to the brim with yellow liquid. His cock poking my ass again. “I think you need to drink this.” “What is that?“ Soon as I asked that Mr. Lewis placed his old sock over my face again. Immediately my head went buzzing and my senses overwhelmed with his foot sent. “That’s it. Breathe my popper soaked sock. I know you love it.” He pressed against me and his cock started parting my hole. Slowly it worked it’s way up in me. “Oooh fuck! Mr. Lewis, you can’t!“ Mr. Lewis slid his cock in and out, and wrapped his arms around my torso. His hips beginning to move with enthusiasm. It didn’t hurt this time. The sock was working it’s magic. “You asked what was in the glass, I filled it with my piss. You see, this is what’s going to happen. I am going to furiously fuck you now and while I fuck you, you are going to drink down that entire glass. If you finish the entire glass before I cum, I will pull out. If not then I will shoot my poz load deep inside of you.” His hips were thrusting fast now. “Do you really think you can get lucky a second time? These balls of mine are potent.” “Please, you can’t do this, I was sucking you off for so long.“ Mr. Lewis was drilling into me hard, his cock pulverizing my insides. It felt amazing but I was trying not to show it. I couldn’t deny his skills at drilling ass. “Then I suggest you start drinking, because at this rate I’m really not going to last.“ I grabbed the glass and I immediately started to drink. The taste wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be but I definitely didn’t like it. I was trying to swallow it as fast as I could but I had to stop and take breaths. Mr. Lewis was going to town and I was going crazy with how good it was. “Mmm! Fuck! Sir, please!” I wasn’t sure if that was a moan begging for him to stop or fuck harder. It was hard to see the line at this point. He kept slamming into me. His cock like a battering ram. In and out, slicking up my hungry hole. “Still half a glass left. Yeah im close!” He was starting to reach his finish line, his cock hard as rock. Balls slapping me. I brought the glass to my mouth and started chugging again. The humiliation of drinking this old guys piss up front, with the ecstasy of cock heaven unleashed in the back. It must have been quite the shocking sight. I had to stop again cause the villainous cock up in me was thrusting too much for me to concentrate on drinking. I set the glass down on the dryer attempting to regain composure, but the shaking from the dryer and Mr. Lewis’s fucking ended up knocking it over. Spilling the last mouthful. “Oh what are ya gunna do now Tommy boy? Here it comes! Looks like your stuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!” “Oh please, I’ll don’t anything you want, I swear! Just please shoot outside!” “FUCK! DEAL!” Mr. Lewis pulled out his cock and simultaneously as his massive head exited with a moist pop, it’s first ribbon super soaked my hole and the other ribbons shot with impressive pressure all over my back. He shouted as he sprayed me, some even shot up in my hair. I laid bent over the dryer, my face sitting in Mr. Lewis’s piss from the glass, and his cum running down my face back and ass. It was over finally. I dodged another bullet. “I’m going to hold you too that Tommy boy.” He was out of breath. “Remember you said you’d do anything and I intend to cash that in.” He let his body rest on mine. His now semi hard cock kissing my cum covered hole. Streams of post cum still slowly flowing out of him like lavaI, gushing between the seems of his head and my hole. I had no energy to fight. If he pushed back in, even slightly, my ass would not give resistance. Hell, it felt like my hole might’ve been gaping and actively attempting to suck his monster back in. “First answer me this. Did you play with my sock after you went home with it the first time?” “Yes…” “Good boy, I’m gonna look forward to seeing sort of games we can play together. Grandpa has a lost to teach you.” Those words scared me. I might have had some idea of what he was planning but it couldn’t be worse than getting pozzed. Mr. Lewis clumsily motioned to get up and his cock head popped back in for a split second and as quickly dislodged. I heard the *slurp, pop* as he stepped away. His cock still dripping on the floor. He walked towards the front door. “Well this was fun. But I should leave you to it. I’ll drop by again, well… whenever I feel like it I guess, he he he.” I sorely followed him. “What about your cloths?” “Oh those? Keep ‘em here for me. There’s just a few of them. It’ll be good to have a change of them when I stay over” Mr. Lewis opened the door to leave completely nude. He passed a huge angry bear of a man standing right outside my door. A big 6’4 scruffy man with muscular arms and a beer belly. The landlord! “Oh don’t mind me. Just got my rocks off.” Mr. Lewis said as he walked to his apartment. But not before giving the landlord a playful slap on the ass. I was standing in the doorway nude. I was covered in piss and cum. I was staring at my landlord who looked annoyed. I felt a drop of cum fall from my hair and run down my cheek. “You were being too loud ya know?” He asked while scrutinizing me with his eyes. He wasn’t in a good mood but he never was. I was ashamed, I looked down at his feet, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry. There was a miss understanding and-“ He reach his hand over and wiped the cum drop off my cheek. We both looked at it for a second. Then the landlord licked his finger clean. “Should have known he’d get to you too. We should talk.”