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Part 7 We stepped inside and were greeted by a thin nude man. He looked about middle aged and gaunt. I could see all his musculature through his skin. He looked generally unhealthy. But he did have a decent sized cock. As I was guided in by grandpa I was wondering why he unzipped my underwear. My dick and ass exposed seemed like a bit of a risky temptation for any shady types. There were a lot of guys in the place. Probably more or less of a dozen. Almost all of them were as thin as the door man. Some of them were chubby bears, some had body types like grandpa. Almost everyone was naked. The majority of them gathered around the center of the room in a circle surrounding something. “Let’s see what the commotion is shall we?” Grandpa guided me to the center towards the men in a circle. As I looked through some of them I could see a guy getting fucked on all fours while sucking another guy. Many others were stroking their cocks watching the scene. Some of them looked at me and I was feeling nervous at there glances. “Now that’s a good bottom, taking all those poz cocks raw. Wouldn’t you say Kenny?” Grandpa was rubbing my exposed ass. “Shouldn’t he be using protection?” Grandpa laughed, some other men near me rolled their eyes. I knew what kind of party this was but still. Grandpa started fingering my hole as more of the men were getting closer around us. The intrusion of his finger made me jump a bit. I tried to act casual while the others stared at the guy in the middle of the room getting relentlessly fucked by several sickly looking men. Grandpa was watching the show as well, his fingering me being only an afterthought. I didn’t want to gain anyone’s attention even though I could feel some eyes were looking at me. I couldn’t help but look around. Observing all the different types of men that were here. The oldest looked like a man in his 80s, he was short and chubby, his dick was thin but long. He had that typical tired grandpa vibe about him. In his case he could be my great grandpa. when I looked at him, his eyes met me and I quickly looked away. I didn’t want to signal to him I was interested or anything. I just stood there and played with my dick a little, while grandpa explored my ass with his finger. The men fucking the guy in the center of the room were grunting, I could see there movements hastening, it didn’t take long for them to reach orgasm and shoot their what I would assume poz loads inside of him. The sex looked pretty hot, but I definitely didn’t want to participate in it. “Hi there Mr. Lewis, who is this young boy you have with you?“ I heard a gravelly voice ask. It was the 80-year-old man from across the room, shit he came over here. “This is my grandson Kenny. I’m just showing him the ropes.“ Grandpa took his finger out of my ass and gave it a slap as he smiled towards the elderly man. “No kidding? Do you play with him?“ He was stroking his very erect thin cock that looked to be about eight or 9 inches long uncut with long saggy foreskin, his balls had a mess of grey and white hair sprinkled on them. “More or less. I’ve been teaching him what it’s like to get fucked. His ass is quite divine.” Grandpa started pushing on my back. “Bending over this chair boy. Let old Harmon here get a look at your beautiful bubble butt.“ I couldn’t help but do as I was told. There was a chair in front of me and I propped my hands on it, my ass up in the air. “Grandpa, are you sure this is OK?“ He used his thumbs to spread my cheeks apart, my ass hole on display. “Of course. Harmon here just wants to take a peek. Isn’t that right Harmon?” “Yes. I’d love to see inside of him. How about you spread his hole open more?“ Harmon walked up behind me. Grandpa stuck two fingers in my ass and started stretching me open. It hurt a little but I could feel myself opening up. “There, isn’t that a lovely wet cave he has?” Grandpa giggled, proud of showing me off like some sort of toy. “Oh yes. I can see inside of him nicely.“ Harmon stepped forward and put a hand on my ass, he was still stroking his cock as he got closer. “I think I’m going to spunk soon. Do you mind if I kiss his cave with my tip?“ “A few little love taps won’t hurt.” Harmon started slapping his dick on my ass, sliding up and down my crack, I could feel his foreskin glide over my hole as he rubbed it up and down. Then he positioned the tip directly at my opening, his foreskin kissing my hole almost like a suction cup. “Grandpa, isn’t this a bit much?“ He was still spreading my ass open for Harmon. “Don’t worry. I’m here. Nothing bad will happen to you. Just be a good boy and keep that ass up so my friend can see.” “Yes, his ass feels hot and slick. It’s going to make my sausage ooze in the moment.” Harmon kept stroking his dick at my entrance. Grandpa studiously holding my ass open. Then somebody else walked up to us. “Mr. Lewis is that you? Long time no see.“ I didn’t know who it was. They were out of my peripheral. Grandpa Lewis turned his head away and started engaging in small talk with the stranger. He was no longer looking at me and Harmon, but he still had his hands on my ass. I could hear Harmon grunting as he rubbed his shaft. Harmons hips started to move in once grandpa Lewis’s gaze was away. I could feel his cock head emerging from out of his foreskin as it dug inside of me. It slipped inside of me easily along with several inches of this shaft. Both of his hands were on my hips as he started to fuck me raw. I was too afraid to say anything. I was waiting for grandpa to look back and stop what Harmon was doing. “Oh yeah, that ass feels better then my own son’s boy.“ He then started slamming into me balls deep. His thrusting hurt, his thin cock felt like it was stabbing me on the inside. His hips smacking my ass, but his hips also smacked grandpa‘s hands as well. “What’s this? Oh Harmon. You silly old goat. Get that dirty thing out of there. You have a higher viral load then I do. He ain’t ready for that. He’s still neg” Harmon continued fucking me. “Just a moment. I’m getting close. I just need to dump my spunk in him and you can have him back.” “Nope. No more let’s get you out of there.” “How about a few more seconds? Just a bit? Maybe 20 or 30 or a minute?” “Ugh, fine you desperate old fart. You get 30 seconds but then pull out.” Harmon went to town drilling into me, moaning the entire time. “Grandpa he can’t!” I protested. “It’s only a little while. Harmon here doesn’t get much action. He’s older then what a lot of the other guys like. Just let him feel ya a few seconds longer.” “Yeah… oof oh fuck. A few seconds is all I’ll need, oh shit.” Harmon was getting really excited. Grandpa was studiously watching Harmon fuck my ass. A few guys in the room were watching us and jacking off. Harmon started to increase his pace. His hips slapping into me as I could feel his dagger jab my guts. His cock felt hard as a rock and my insides could barely take his harsh thrusts. “Oh fuck that’s good! Oh fuck! Oh it’s coming!” “And that’s time! Come on time to pull out.” Grandpa instructed. “A few more seconds! Oh! Oh!” “Perhaps. Are you cuming?” “Yes! Fuck I’m cuming now! AAAGH!!” Harmon arched his back and slammed balls deep. I felt his cock burry deep in me. Deep into the upper parts of my intestines, deeper than what it felt like it should have done. ”OOOOoooooh….. beautiful ass… beautiful hungry ass…” “That’s my queue. Let’s get you out before your tip starts spewing.” Grandpa put his hands on Harmons hips and started guiding him out of me. Harmon resisted a bit. Keeping his cock firmly planted in me. “Come on, I can see your old balls pulsing as we speak. Out you silly old goat.” Grandpa pulled and got his cock to slowly slide out. As his cock slid out of me his foreskin was the last to exit, a trail of clear pre stringing between his cock and my hole. “Oh nuts. Guess I’ll just have to shoot it in one of the others.” Harmon walked off to find another hole to breed. My ass still hurt from his harsh stabbing. “That was a close one there Kenny boy. But at least Harmon there could enjoy your ass a little.” I stood up, as my cheeks closed I could feel Harmons goo sticky between them. “Grandpa he almost came in me!” “But he didn’t. Fallow me, I need to take a piss.” Grandpa led me by the hand weaving between the questionable men, some of them copped a few fields of my dick and ass as we passed. We entered a bathroom together where he positioned me between him and the toilet. “OK Kenny, I want you to get on your knees. This next lesson I want you to drink all of grandpa‘s piss.“ “What!? Why? I don’t think I can do that!” He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees, he pointed his cock in my face. “Do you want to keep learning about gay life don’t you?“ “Well yeah I do, but this?“ He was waving his cock around, one hand on my face, the other on his dick rubbing it against my lips. “Then you need to know what it’s like to be a toilet for other men. You will be drinking plenty of piss from others. Perhaps you’ll drink a few loads from the guys here.” “But I don’t think I want to.“ As I opened my mouth to reply grandpa stuck his cock in my mouth. “Here’s the deal Kenny boy. I’m going to piss in your mouth and you’re going to drink it. Or if you don’t want to drink it I will have you switch places with the guy getting fucked in the middle of the room. What’s it going to be? My piss in your belly or poz cum from a dozen dirty men? I thought about my options. There’s no way I was going to get gangbanged like that. In comparison drinking some piss it didn’t seem so bad. I brought my hands up around grandpa‘s waist and started sucking his cock. “Good boy. Now you just relax and let grandpa fill you up.“ He put his hands on his hips and relaxed his body. He was looking at me and concentrating. There was about a minute of silence between the two of us with nothing happening. I was on my knees with my grandpa‘s cock in my mouth waiting for a torrent of urine to shoot out that I would have to do my best to drink. I knew that any second it was gonna come. The suspense was agonizing. Then I could taste it, grandpa started to squirt a few streams of piss into my mouth. It was salty and tart. I tried my best to swallow it, but then the stream burst fast. “Ahhhhhh… that’s nice.“ I was frantically trying to swallow as much as I could. Grandpa‘s piss was filling my mouth and shooting down my throat at high speed, some of it ran down my chin. I didn’t have a chance to breathe as I kept drinking the yellow flow. “Yeah that’s a good boy. You look so beautiful drinking your grandpa’s piss. I think I should have you do this every day.“ Eventually the stream calmed down and came to a stop. I swallowed the last mouth full and grandpa shook out the last few drops. My stomach felt full and my head was a little dizzy from the lack of air. Grandpa grabbed a towel to wipe off my face a little. I was still on my knees regathering myself. “You did well Kenny boy. I’m so proud of you. Now I need to go have a chat with my friend from earlier, how about you stay in here for a minute. You’ve seen how easy it is for these nasty men to slip up in you. i’ll be back soon.” Grandpa left me in the bathroom. I stood up and got to the sink, looking in the mirror. I looked at myself, half naked, wearing slutty underwear with my dick and ass exposed, just freshly swelled an older man’s piss and earlier had an old guy slipped his cock in me. I started to think about how I got to this point. I had come along way in just a few days. I was learning so much so fast. Being at this party was scary but there was some excitement in it too. I washed my face in the sink. Covering my face with my hands trying to get myself into a good headspace. Then I felt hands on my ass. It must have been grandpa. Was he back already? His dick was poking my ass. “You’re Mr. Lewis’s boy aren’t you?“ I looked in the mirror and behind me was the sickly skeletal man who answered the door from when we first came in. He was behind me holding my hips. “Uh, yes sir. I’m his grandson Kenny.“ I was getting a little freaked out. I tried not to show it. I was alone in the bathroom with this strange man at a poz party. My ass was exposed and he was behind me aiming his cock towards me. “Did I hear that right earlier? From when Harmon was fucking you? You’re neg?” He was rocking his hips back-and-forth, the tip of his cock massaging my slippery hole. “Yes sir. Grandpa wanted to show me what a poz party looked like. I am kind of new to the gay scene.” “That’s nice of him to bring you here. But you can’t be neg anymore, right? After Harmon fucked you and I’m sure Mr. Lewis has already bread your hole multiple times.“ “No, Mr. Herman pulled out and went to fuck somebody else. Grandpa has been inside me but he hasn’t shot inside me yet.“ “Yet? So I have access to a still virgin boy pussy?“ he was starting to push against my ass. “Yes sir, but I don’t want to get fucked here. I’m just observing. Yeah don’t think grandpa would like me doing this in here.” “This can be our little secret. You can’t come to a poz party without some poz come inside you. I’ll just slip in and blow off my load. How about that?“ “I don’t think so. Maybe I should leave.“ “Hmm, how about I just jack off and blow my load all over your ass cheeks? Good compromise?“ “Um… I guess so…” “Good, get on the floor. And bring that ass up.“ I did as instructed. I was on my knees, facedown on the floor of the bathroom, my ass was up in the air and the man squatted above me stroking his cock, and rubbing my ass. “Spread your cheeks apart. Let me see that hole.” I spread my ass cheeks apart. He was cock slapping me. I could heal his tip tapping against my ring. “Stick a couple of fingers in there. Spread it open. I want to see inside of you.“ I stuck my two index fingers in my ass and tried my best to spread my whole open for him. There was resistance but I felt like I was able to get it open some ways. “That’s good, I can see down inside of you. You’re a good little slut aren’t you?“ I didn’t know how to respond to that, I just wanted him to get off and be done with it. He put a hand on my back and slid his shaft up and down my spread open asshole. I could feel his hand bump me as he was jacking off. He then positioned the tip of his cock at my opening, and was applying pressure. “Fuck yeah I’m going to blow my load all over your ass boy.“ “Yes sir please shoot your load.“ Good, he was going to finish up and I couldn’t get out of there and find grandpa. “You’re ready boy? Are you ready for my poz cum?” “Yes sir…” “Fuck here it comes!” I could feel the motions of his hand vigorously stroking his cock as he was getting ready to ejaculate. The tip of his cock still poking my hole as he was winding up to spurt. “Shit! AAH! YEAH!” I felt his cock blast it’s sperm. My ass was getting covered with it. Stream after stream of hot white sticky lava trenching my asshole and running down my taint, covering my balls. “Oh fuck yeah. Look at all of that. It’s all pooling on that slut hole of yours.” The man then grabbed my ass and squished my cheeks together. I could feel the cum gush out from between my cheeks. I stood up and wandered to the door. I wanted to leave. “Thanks. That was fun. Next time you should let me shoot it inside you.“ I left without saying a word. I tried looking for grandpa amongst the party. The lights darkened and few ambient sources gave little visibility. It seemed like they were setting the mood for more intense play. It was hard to find grandpa around. He was shorter than most so wherever he was he wasn’t visible through the crowd. I weaved between body after body wandering around the apartment. I felt a few hands touching me as I wandered. Cum was still dripping down my ass. I felt a couple hands trying to reach between my cheeks and enter my ass, but I walked away and kept the search. I tried fiddling with my zipper to close myself up so I wouldn’t get any more intruders. I zipped myself down covering my dick up and tried reaching behind me to cover up my ass as I was walking but I was interrupted as a bunch of guys on the floor in front of me were fucking one another blocking my path. one of them was a chubby middle-aged bear on his hands and knees sucking another guys cock. I stopped to try to find a way around them. That’s when I felt a pair of hands on my hips. The guy behind me didn’t say a word. I was trying to walk away but the crowd around me was closing in and I was having a hard time looking for an opening. The stranger behind me then took his cock and started slipping it between my ass cheeks. With the forceful thrust he jammed his cock deep up in my ass and started fucking me standing up. The initial intrusion startled me a bit making me freeze up a little. He got seven or eight thrusts in me before I pulled away and got on my hands and knees. I decided that I would try to crawl underneath the chubby bear sucking cock since underneath him seem to be the only way to get through. The bear was caressing me as I was shimmying under his belly. His hands were pulling down my underwear. He stopped sucking the guy in front of him and as I was almost on the other side, the bear swung his leg over and laid his bodyweight down on top of me. I felt him plunge his short but very thick cock in me and grab my shoulders. He began fucking me and I heard the loud slaps of his belly and hips smacking into my body. His large weight pinning me down. He was grunting like an animal as he was hammering away. I couldn’t move. My hole was getting assaulted. His fat cock going in and out of me sounded like wet sloppy plunging. I could feel myself getting stretched by him. He must have been as thick as a soda can. As he was going to work on me I was trying to think about how to get out of the situation. But I couldn’t move. The chubby bear was having his way, thoroughly enjoying my ass. I felt like he fucked me for about 10 or 15 minutes. Then he changed positions. He got up on his knees and pulled my ass up and started jamming his cock in and out of me hard and fast. I tried taking the opportunity of the new position to get away but he was holding me tight at the hips. As he was fucking me he eventually came to a sudden halt and thrusted his hips forward hard and deep. After a few seconds his grip loosened up and I took that as my opportunity to crawl away, his short fat cock popping out of me with a squelching sound. I crawled through the bodies. My underwear were gone at that point. Grunts and moans filled the dark room. The smell of body sweat and sex was everywhere. Another guy grabbed me as I crawled and positioned over me. Before I could get away he plunged his cock in me too. He was longer then the bear but not as thick. He swung his leg over and stepped on my face. Fucking me with his dirty foot smearing me. It stank and was sweaty. He thrusting was frantic and clumsy. His foot rubbing all over my mouth nose and face. With out any other optioned I stuck my tongue out and started licking his foot. Hoping that would turn his attention towards foot play instead of fucking. I think I was right. As I sucked his toes he stopped fucking. He let me lick his foot for a moment then pulled his cock out and walked away. I tried to find some place to go where I could get away from the party. I couldn’t see grandpa but then again I couldn’t see anything very clearly. Just body shapes. At one point I found a door in a hall. It must have been a bedroom or something, I figured I could wait there. The door was locked so I couldn’t get in. But there was a hole in the door a couple feet off the ground. It looked big enough for me to squeeze through. I tried crawling through but it was tight. I made it halfway but my hips were stuck. Inside the bedroom was as dark as the rest of the apartment with only a few dim lights around the room giving vague ambient lighting. Not enough to see anything clearly. There were bodies in here too. It seemed almost as full as the main room. I contemplated wither to try and squeeze all the way in or get out and head for another part of the apartment, but then I felt another cock penetrate me. Someone was fucking me with my ass sticking out of the door hole. I tried pulling myself in the room but another guy shoved his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t see who it was but it was an average sized cock. The guy on the other side of the door kept fucking me as I was getting mouth fucked. I couldn’t concentrate on blowing him since the ass pounding was harsh. The guy in front of me gave up and resorted to just jacking off and blew a load in my hair, I could feel it run down my forehead. The guy fucking me eventually stopped but as soon as he left my ass another cock replaced it. This cock was long and thinner, stabbing my guts. His fucking was slow and steady. Someone else grabbed one of my feet and I felt something warm and wet rubbing on it. As it ran up my sole and over my heel, I could feel his balls with my toes. He was fucking my foot. On the other side I felt some one lift my other foot and started sucking my toes. I had to admit that having my feet worked over by two guys was hot but this situation was not ideal. One guy licking my foot, another fucking my other foot and a cock in my ass. In the room there were two other guys jacking off over me. I guess I had to expect more cum loads to the face. But a third guy who was tall and fat walked over. He turned around and put his ass in my face. A couple of the other guys pushed my face in there and I had no choice but to lick his ass. His hole was big and wet. He was clearly fucked fresh. I stuck my tongue in there and worked his hole around. It was very cummy. I rimmed him for a good bit of time when I felt him start pushing. Among the party noises I could make out him grunting. His hole pushed toward my mouth and a burst of cum filled my mouth. This man was feeding me his cum loads straight from his ass! I did my best to swallow it but then he pushed again and another gush of cum came out. My mouth filled again with strong flavored cum and I swallowed it again. I thought that would be enough but his ass wouldn’t stop. It was gushing another load. Holy shit how many guys fucked this man?! I swallowed the cum and he filled my mouth again. I must have drank five or six mouths full of ass cum from this guy. Eventually he ran out and I licked his as clean. He seemed satisfied and left. The other guys around me shot their loads on my back and face. Meanwhile on the other side of the door there was a different cock in me. I hadn’t even noticed the change. From the long cock to this cock. I couldn’t tell how long he had been fucking me but he pulled out of me and started fingering me. He put two fingers in, then three. Then he tried putting four fingers in. He was pushing in hard and my ass was hurting bad from it. At that point I knew what he was trying to do. I didn’t want to get fisted! I put my hands on the door and pulled my ass through as hard as I could. I was successful and my ass popped through the door hole and the man’s fingers left me. I was all the way in the room now. My feet were wet and slimy with slobber and cum. I had cum dripping down my head and my belly was full of grandpa’s piss and several loads of ass cum. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I looked through the dark and between the bodies I could so someone familiar, it was an older short man. That had to be grandpa. My ass hurt too much to stand so I crawled over to him. I saw his feet and started kissing them hoping that would get his attention. Grandpa raised his foot and let me suck his toes. The flavor was definitely him. ‘That’s right grandpa, it’s me.’ I though to myself. He must have recognized me because he walked behind me and grabbed my hips to help me up. Finally I could get out of here. But then I felt my ass get poked with a familiar giant mushroom cockhead. ‘Oh shit he doesn’t see it’s me!’ Grandpa then slammed his cock in me balls deep. It hurt so bad getting that monster cock so deep so fast. His fucking was different. It was bestial, unrestrained. I could feel my insides getting torn apart by his battering ram. I opened my mouth to say something when another cock went in my mouth. It was long and thin and had sagging forskin. It was Harmon. Harmon was throat fucking me. I was being spit roasted by my grandpa and someone who could possibly be old enough to be his dad as well. The two of them fucked both my holes without mercy. Grandpa slammed away like he was at an Olympic event. Harmon jamming his cock down my throat. Poking it into my esophagus. I didn’t know how long I could take it. But then Harmon pulled out. I coughed, trying to catch my breath. My throat was sore and I wasn’t able to speak in that moment. Harmon walked around and said something to grandpa. Was that it? Did they finally recognize me? No, not yet. Grandpa pulled me onto his lap as he sat on the floor. Harmon got in front of me and sat with his legs wrapped around grandpa. The two of them positioned their cocks together and guided my ass down on the booth of them. I was getting double penetrated! Both their tips pressed against me and my body was being lowered down. My ass opened up and swallowed both of them. I was lowered down and I felt them slip up into me and they moved my body making me ride them up and down. Harmon in front of me stuck his tongue in my mouth and was making out with me, his spit taste like cum and feet. More specifically grandpas feet. I was surprised that I could recognize his flavor on Harmon’s mouth. He must have given grandpa foot service before I came. Harman explored my mouth with his tongue as grandpa bounced me up and down on both of their cocks. Normally two at once would be too much but beer can bear definitely helped loosen me up. Someone came over to grandpa and had his suck their cock. He must have really enjoyed it because his attention was off of me and onto the man he was sucking. Grandpa pulled out of me and started giving robin his head to the stranger. I was left sitting in Harmons lap. He was still kissing me and throwing his tongue in me. Arman positioned me on my back on the floor and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He was now sucking me quickly like he did last time. In this position with my legs spread I could feel his cock sinking deep into me, deeper than last time. It was painful and I don’t think my guts were supposed to get sucked that deep but he plowed away regardless. He was looking me in the eye as he was plapping away. I think he knew who I was. He’s leading close to me as he continued his drilling, nearly fooling me and a half. He licked my ear a little as he whispered to me. “I’m glad I could have your ass again. You are a good boy for spreading your ass for me. I’m going to make you my slave boy. How about you come home with me? I’ll be your grandpa. And I will do things to you that he would never dare try.” His fucking continued. “No, I have a grandpa. I want him to do those things to me.” I could barely think with his harsh assault on my insides. “Well I’m going to sneak you out of this party with me. Tie you up in my bedroom. You would like that wouldn’t you? Being a sex slave to this dirty old man?” I couldn’t say anything. My body felt completely at the mercy of his cock drilling into me. Then his fucking stopped. Harmon got up and took me by the hand. “Come now while he is preoccupied. You’re coming with me.” Arman was guiding me out of the bedroom. Opening the door with the hole in it and then out into the hallway. He was wheezing me between last phone bodies left and right looking for the door. Holy shit I thought to myself, what’s happening? Is he really taking me to his place? What sort of things would he want to do to me? Would grandpa know where I was? we were by the front door of the apartment now, Herman was getting ready to exit with me when he stopped and turn towards me. He grabbed me by the head and pulled me in for another kiss with tongue. I could hear guys around his grunting and moaning still it sounded like some of them were fairly close. As Carmen made out with me he ran his hands down my back and grab my ass cheeks and spread them apart. “Hey you there. Are you blowing a load? Here dump it in this.“ What? Who is he talking to? Then suddenly somebody came up behind me and slammed his cock up my ass to the hilt, he thrust in me three or four times then granted loudly in my ear. He lunged his hips forward pressing me into harming and held that position for a moment then relaxed and let out a sigh. He stepped back and pulled out. “I’m going to be giving you a lot more than that Kenny. I promise you, he won’t be recognizable when I’m finished.“ Armen open the door to the hallway and pointed me in the direction of the exit. I didn’t want to go, I wanted to go back and find grandpa. I felt my body freeze up in fear. Armin went behind me and forcefully jammed his cock up in my ass again and started fucking me standing up. Every thrust of his cause me to take another step forward closer into the darkness of the hallway and away from the party. When we got out in the hall Harmon was still thrusting his cock into my ass as he reached for the door to shut it behind us. That’s when I realized what was happening. I was being taken by this horny elderly predator, going to his apartment to do God knows what. I looked behind me to see back into the party, the dim ambient lighting was barely visible but then went totally black as Harmon shut the door. He kept fucking my ass making me walk towards his place. He opened the door and fucked me in side the threshold and shut it behind him.

Part 8 It had been a week since the poz party. Mr. Lewis was starting to get a little concerned. He had gotten caught up in the excitement of the sex and lost track of his grandson. Since then he had been asking around his usual hook ups if anyone has seen him. No luck though. He figured that the boy would turn up at some point but he was wondering what he was up to. Or what someone was doing with him. He had missed being able to sleep using Kenny’s ass as a place to lodge his cock at night. He always had the most erotic dreams when he was balls deep in his grandsons raw ass. Some explosive erotic dreams. But the boy was still family so he needed to make more efforts to find him. He decided he would ask around a little more. He slipped on his sweats and tank top and went out in the hall. He figured maybe George heard of some thing. He headed down to his place and knocked on it. No answer. ‘I guess he isn’t there’. He wandered through the apartment building knocking on some doors asking some of his tricks and conquests. He knocked on one door, it belonged to a family man that he had pozzed a couple years ago. The guy answered. He was shocked to see Mr. Lewis there. “Oh my God, Um, what are you doing here Mr. Lewis?“ “Hey there, Dennis was it?“ “Daniel.“ “Daniel! That’s right! So Daniel I was wondering if you had seen my grandson around these parts? He has been staying with me for a while and he seems to be gallivanting off somewhere or getting into trouble.“ Daniel was looking back into his apartment and back at Mr. Lewis nervously. “No I haven’t seen him. I don’t think I’ve ever met him. I haven’t even seen you since…” Mr. Lewis pulled his cock out in front of him and swung it around. It was hard and leaking pre. “Since I bred your ass raw with your wife out of the house. he he he. Fun times.” Daniel panicked a bit and grabbed Mr. Lewis’s cock and stuffed it back into his pants. A trail of pre left on his palm. “Put that thing away. My kid is here!” He whispered angry. “Dad? Who is it?“ Daniel looked back at the teen boy in his apartment. He hadn’t seen anything but was curious to know who was at the door. “Just a neighbor Jackson. Go do your homework.” Jackson returned to his room like his dad requested. “Oh? That your son? Cute kid, how old is he?“ “He’s 17. And he doesn’t know about me playing around with other men. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t just show up here.“ Daniel was still looking towards his sons room, his back towards Mr. Lewis. In one foul swoop Mr. Lewis grabbed Daniels pants and ripped them down and swung his hips forward and forcefully jammed his cock into Daniels ass. Daniel put his hands on his mouth to stop himself from yelling. Mr. Lewis put his hands in Daniels shirt and started playing with his nipples as he started fucking him standing up in the doorway. “I understand. Obviously I’ll have to ask around elsewhere. How is your viral status? I am sure you are taking meds to stay undetectable like a good family man you are.“ Daniel‘s hands were still covering his mouth, he was in shock over what was happening. He was trying his best not to make any sounds to alert his son. “Well I can’t stay long, I’m gonna have to make this quick. I’d advise you to stop taking meds. You’ll be happier when you realize you have the power to infect other unsuspecting bottoms. And to motivate you I will recharge you with my toxic load.” The intensity of the nipple play increased and Mr. Lewis’s thrusts quickened. Daniel still couldn’t move over the intrusion in his ass. “Here it’s comes…. Oof! Uggh!” Mr. Lewis slammed forward and planted himself deep in Daniel. His cock throbbed and twitched. His balls pulsing. He shot a pretty decent sized load up inside of Daniel. Once he was satisfied he let go of Daniels nipples and pulled out his cock. As his cock head popped out of his ring a small squirt of cum shot out of Daniels ass and onto the floor. Mr. Lewis got ready to leave and Daniel was just about to close the door. But last second Mr. Lewis stopped him. “Oh yeah. When your boy does turn 18. Send him up to my place. I have a dryer on the fritz that I think he could help me fix.” Mr. Lewis licked his lips and patted his cock at Daniel. Daniel look back at him with a look of horror for just a moment then re-composed himself. He said nothing and just gently closed the door. ’Oh yeah, that boy is next for sure.’ Mr. Lewis thought to him self. He was already concocting the scenario that would lead little Jackson into his spiderweb. But he couldn’t think too much. He was still on mission to find his own kin. Mr. Lewis wandered down the hall more and walked past old Mr. Harmon‘s door. Well sure Harmon sampled his grandson‘s ass but would he have known anything? Mr. Harmon was one of those unsuspecting types. On the surface he seems like a sweet old man living alone. But Mr. Lewis knew the the darker side of him. He wasn’t alone because he was older and other guys weren’t interested. It’s the city, there’s plenty of people who are into all types, even older daddies. No, Harmon was usually alone because he couldn’t make a boyfriend last due to his extreme desires. Many of which were too much for even Mr. Lewis. Regardless he decided to ask Harmon anyway. But before he could knock on the door, it opened. George stepped out. That was interesting, George wasn’t usually into older men. But the two share many of the same kinks so he probably settled for what was available in order to skratch his perverted itch. “Hello there George old pal. Spending time with Harmon are you?” George had a satisfied look on his face. He was rubbing his belly and licking his fingers. “Yeah. I’ve been having some fun in there. Been coming here every day for the past few days now.“ “I didn’t think he was your type. But then again you have very low standards anyway.“ “Well I’ve been able to do quite a lot in here. Absolutely nothing is off-limits in his place. And I mean nothing. I think even you would be a little disgusted at everything that goes on in there.“ “Well then, I’m glad the two of you can get your rocks off. Say George. You haven’t happened to see Kenny around have you? I know I’ve asked you before but I might as well ask again.“ “Nah, haven’t seen him. The only thing in there is Harmon and his ‘toys’. His very fun toys.” George gently tapped his ass to punctuate his last sentence. “I see, well Harmon‘s new toy isn’t gonna last if the both of you are going all out on him.“ “This one will. I think Harmon is actually in love or some shit. It’s crazy how obsessed with it he is.“ “That’s lovely. I hope he can manage to keep this one and not let him getaway.“ “He won’t.” With that George hobbled back to his place waving goodbye to Mr. Lewis. Mr. Lewis knocked on the door and a moment later Harmon came out. He was wearing a leather harness and his cock was at full mast, dripping pre. “Hello there Harmon old boy. I hear you have a new toy you have been breaking in quite thoroughly.” Mr. Lewis put a finger to Harmons cock tip and wiped up the pre then licked it. “Oh yes Mr. Lewis. I’m just finished blowing my fifth load today. Among other things. This one sure is fun. Albeit not the most willing.“ “Of course, of course. I know how you get with your depravity. Hopefully you’re ruining his ass propper.” “‘It’. I don’t call it ‘he’. It’s an object. Just a toy, and I’ve gotten quite fond of it.” “Well I’m sure ‘it’ will eventually come around and appreciate you and all of your messed up desires. Just keep going at it with no mercy, you hear? Anyway, you remember my grandson Kenny? You fucked his ass a little at the party last week. I was wondering if you had seen him around.“ “Hmm, Kenny? No, there’s no Kenny around here. Just me and my fuck toy.” “One of these days I would like to meet it. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind me taking it for a spin.“ “Eventually. I still need to break it down psychologically. It’s a very stubborn toy. A lot of discipline is needed between play sessions. But I haven’t given it a moments rest. George has been a big help with that. He’s been here almost every day. It ain’t easy for an old man like me to break in new slave toys.“ “All right then Harmon I will leave you to it. I still got to find Kenny.“ “What would you do if you didn’t find him?“ “That would be unfortunate, but if what I had been doing scared him off then I would just make up some story to his dad about him running away or some thing. It would be a recoverable situation. But I will keep up the search for now. You get back in there and you go to town on that toy of yours. I’ll be sure to send George down your way for assistance.“ “Thank you Mr. Lewis that’s mighty kind of you.” As Mr. Lewis wandered the halls looking for Kenny, his thoughts went back to Daniels son. Then an idea came over him. ‘You know what? I think Jackson needs a tutor for his schoolwork…’ End.

My Master and I have been working hard on training me on two fronts - drinking piss, and being fisted. Every day for the past month, after my daily breeding, I've been training to drink my Master's piss. I've gotten to the point now where I can reliably drink straight from the tap without spilling. As part of this training, he will also periodically fill my water bottle with piss that I am to drink throughout the day. It's humiliating, but at the same time it feels right. For fisting practice, we've been using toys to stretch my hole out - I can take a toy that is about 9 inches in circumference now with some effort. Even though I am pretty sure I could take a small fist, my Master has really big hands, so we still have more work to do. As a reward for my progress, my Master set up a cumdump session, where I was to be hooded and used anonymously by any man who wanted, no load refused. He also said he'd been showing his acquaintances some of the videos of our sessions, and there was a lot of interest in them wanting to breed me. I also hadn't been allowed to cum in more than a week, so I was extra horny leading up to it. We rented a motel room and after stripping, my Master put a leather hood on me which had a mouth hole but no eyes which left me blind but with my mouth still available for use. I waited on the bed on all fours, while my Master used apps to get even more guys lined up to use me. The first guy to arrive wasted no time, and I felt a cock pushed into my mouth. The cock was dirty and smelled of piss but that just reinforced the headspace I was in - I was here to service any man who wanted to use me, with no regard to my own preferences or comfort. After getting his dick wet, the man got up, lined his cock up to my hole, and slammed into me in one thrust. The fuck was quick and fast, and it didn't take long before he came in me. He pulled out and came back around and had me clean off his cock with my mouth. He said 'thanks' to my Master, before leaving. My Master came over and scooped up some of the cum that had leaked out of my ass and smeared some under my nose just beneath the hood (he knows how much the smell of cum makes me horny), and fed the rest to me, before making out with me. The second and third guys to show up were also quick fucks, guys just wanting to drop a load in a willing hole. The second cock was pretty girthy, and the third was longer but thinner. Both used me without a word, and came quickly. Two of my Master's acquaintances arrived shortly after, which I assumed because they addressed him by name as they arrived. "Damn, what a sight!" one of them exclaimed. There was some small talk and the sound of clothes being shed, and my Master encouraging them to have fun. I felt a hand on my back and a tongue on my hole. I moaned appreciatively, and soon a cock was in my mouth. The tongue on my ass was soon replaced with a cock, and I had a cock in both ends, alternating between bottoming out on a cock in my ass and gagging on the cock in my mouth. I clenched my ass muscles in rhythm with the fucking, so that my ass was milking the cock in it - relax when he pushed in, squeeze when he pulled out. They complemented me on what a well trained faggot I was. This went on for a while, with the two of them exchanging positions. During this, a third person showed up, and the man in my mouth invited him over and said they could make room. I was repositioned for a DP, with one guy lying on his back on the bed, me on top riding his cock facing forward, the second guy behind me, and the third guy standing in front of me so he could use my mouth. The newcomer who was abusing my throat had a pretty big dick and was very rough, making me gag repeatedly. Apparently it also made my hole spasm because the two guys double penetrating me remarked that that made my hole tighten and spasm on their cocks, and that he should keep 'gagging the fag'. Not long after this, the two guys DP'ing me came in me in quick succession. I was quickly thrown onto the bed on my back, and the third guy lifted my legs onto his shoulders and resumed fucking me, now with his hands around my throat. The ensuing choke-fuck was violent, his cock slamming into me quickly and repeatedly. His hands would tighten and relax around my throat, choking me until I started to struggle, before relaxing and letting me breathe again. The complete loss of control and near-violence of the situation was extremely erotic, and combined with his cock slamming into my prostate repeatedly, my cock was hard and leaking, and eventually I shot a hands-free load. I heard a "fuck yeah" from a few people in the room, and then the top started to fuck me faster and faster, before he finally slammed into me and came, telling me to "take everything that I'm giving you, faggot". After he pulled out, I was flipped back onto my front on all fours, and another cock started fucking me. During the last fuck, apparently a number of other people had showed up, and I was fucked repeatedly in quick succession by a number of different cocks. I begged each man for their cum and thanked them afterwards. I was feeling an amazing high - being blindfolded and helpless, with total strangers using my body for their pleasure, and raw cock after raw cock filling my hole with cum - it just felt so 'right', with my primary purpose in life being to serve and please men. Even though I had just cum, I was already hard again. I spent the rest of the evening in a haze of pleasure. Being used by total strangers, drinking a few guys' piss, and being made to verbally acknowledge what I total faggot I was. I shot hands free one more time, and my hole was dripping by the end of it all. Eventually, I was alone again with just me and my Master. He took the hood off, and he fucked my sloppy hole to add one final load, while making with me. He said he was proud of me, and that I had taken 17 loads that night. He showed me some of the video he had taken, which was really hot to see after the fact. We ended up staying the night at the hotel, as I was exhausted and promptly passed out in short order. The next day, my Master mentioned to me that the training we were doing was in part because he was planning to pimp me out, in the literal sense - one of his friends told him that they were interested in 'acquiring my services' in order to live out their fantasies on a 'young college jock'. I'm both a little nervous about this, but also aroused - my Master he hasn't said exactly what that would entail, but he assured me I'd be trained and ready before going through with it.

It was a Friday night and I was browsing the hook-up aps looking to get laid. When I spotted a profile with the screen name ‘Doublewide’. Facepic was promising - heavyset, late 30’s, white guy; and a Top (which works for me). I was just about to message him when I get his IM. (Guess he caught me looking). We chat a bit, the usual pleasantries, and I ask if his screen name is because he lives in a trailer. He replies with a laugh emoji and says no. Then he sends a pic and says, “This is why”. It took my mind a few seconds to reconcile what I was seeing. It was his dickpic, yes. Fully erect. But it was the widest cock I had ever seen. Picture the dicks of two well-hung men merged together side-by-side as one shaft. My jaw literally dropped. In that moment I KNEW this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Without thinking, I immediately replied that I want him in me. He expressed reservations as he is all too frequently disappointed with bottoms that talk a good game but can’t deliver. I SWORE to him that I would not tap out. I sent him pix of my fuck-gaped faggot cunt, and one of me sitting on a good sized toy as proof. That seemed to - at least partially - allay his concern and soon enough I was knocking at his hotel room door. Let me skip ahead here. We’re naked. On his bed. He’s reclining against the headboard. Me on my knees face to face with his monster dong. My finger were nowhere close to getting around it. This is the best way I can describe how big & thick he was: Make a fist. Now look at the front of your fist. That’s what I was facing. I could not start to get it in my mouth. And I honestly started to have second thoughts about taking him in my faggot cunt. “You still wanna do this?” He asked warily as I attempted to service him. “Hell, yeah!, I replied. For I was NOT gonna go back on my word. He stood and positioned me kneeling at the corner of the bed. He greased my cunt and fingered me a good while; opening me up. I had brought my own poppers, but he said “No. Use this instead”. I opened it up and took a long drag in each nostril. These were old-school poppers. True amyl nitrate. I took another two long hits as he greased the wrecking bar between his legs. I felt his cockhead kiss my faggot cunt. I felt it pop my outer ring. I took another two deep hits. It was about to happen… He started pressing against my ass. His lubed, raw, doublewide insistently pushing against my back door. I took another deep hit. And then, his rail splitter punched into me. All at once, he was in me. “YES!”, he exclaimed. My pussy spasmed around his massive dong as a stream of precum drooled out of me and onto the bed. Time stopped as my body tried desperately to adjust to him. I felt every fiber of my body shake. I think I was on the edge of panic. He stroked my back. “Shhhh…shhhh…that’s it…”, he whispered. “Shhhh…it’s alight now…shhhh…Daddy’s home”. At hearing this, my mind exploded. A tidal wave of pleasure swept through my body. A profound guttural moan from the deepest recesses of my soul escaped me. My whole body went limp. I had opened myself - given myself to him. And so began one of the most transcendent fucks of my life. He began slowly enough there at the corner of the bed. Then he joined me on the bed and fucked me from behind. His pace steadily increasing. He then moved me effortlessly onto my back, my legs onto his shoulders. He passed me the poppers and told me to take the deepest hit of my life. I did so. I inhaled until my hand lost its grip on the bottle. He took the bottle from me and set it aside. I was on the verge of consciousness while he piled-drived me. It was relentless. It was brutal. It was rapture. Then, as I seemingly felt myself passed into and out of existence, I heard a distant voice say, “Oh fuck! OH FUCK!! I’m gonna cum!!” - I whimpered, “Daddy? Please…breed me Daddy”. A ROAR filled the room as a firehose of cum flooded me. I lay there impaled as torrents of seed jetted into me. That was when my own flood doors opened and a long steady stream of cum flowed out of me and onto my belly. Suddenly, violently, he ripped himself out of me. My whole body shook and spasmed at the loss. Out of nowhere, he straddled my chest. I could hardly breathe. He jacked his dong urgently. He lifted my head with his other hand . I instinctively opened my mouth and he, again, flooded me with another massive load. I swallowed all I could. The rest flowed down my jaw and neck. I think that was when I finally passed out. I’m not sure how long I lay there before I started coming too. I awoke to the sound of the shower shutting off. I reached behind me and ran my fingers around my sore, tired pussy lips. My cunt still gaping and drooling cum. Soon, he walked back into the room in his hotel robe. “You OK?” He asked as he handed me a bottled water. All I could manage was a smile. I sat myself up and I drank the full bottle of water. He instantly handed me another. I drank most of it too before standing up. I wobbled a bit as I staggered to the shower. I was in there awhile. The hot water felt amazing on my skin. He was sitting in one of the two armchairs when I walked back in the bedroom. Sipping whiskey in hand, and one already poured out for me. I joined him and we talked awhile. His name was Dwight. He was in town on business from New Orleans. He’s actually straight, married for 9 years with two kids. He explained that his wife just couldn’t handle him anymore and they agreed he could pursue ‘comfort’ when out of town. I could tell there was more that he didn’t say…there was was an unspoken equity happening at home while he was away. He groused that the few women who he tried fucking would always back out. One even claimed he had tried to assault her but eventually backed off. That was when he decided to start fucking gay men; reasoning they would be more keen to go for big meat and a lot less likely to claim they were assaulted. Smart guy. There was a quiet moment that told me it was time for me to get dressed and get going. As we approached the door, I thanked him for the hottest fuck of my life. He replied, “No. Thank you. That was the most satisfying lay I’ve had…in a VERY long time.” There was a solemn sincerity in that statement that made me pause. I was looking at a man who felt cursed. Tortured, even. There was really nothing more to say. He opened the door. I stepped out. The door closed.

Thanks for the hood feed back. and yeah. Wanted to mostly set things up for more “fun” in a chapter three. it might be a while before I can finish the next chapter. I dint get a lot of time to type these days. And it’s hard sometimes to come up with convincing dialog where I’m not just repeating myself. that said. Next chapter is going to have the three playing for a bit before going to the “party” where I plan for our young hero to get introduced to a whole spectrum of HIV infected pigs

Matty experienced his second, big, anal orgasm when Master Tom slid his big hand through his second hole. Tom had been pleased at how easily little Matty took his folded hand. There was very little resistance so he kept just kept pushing until his knuckles were starting to stretch the inner ring. Matty groaned but kept his eyes locked on Master Tom as instructed—Master Tom always wanted a boy to focus on him as he took their hole for the first time. Throughout the night, Master Tom had not used pain much in his anal training of Matty. He knew that pain was an effective tool, and that what was perceived in the mind as pain initially was just the body learning the new sensations of a deep stretch. And he liked to hurt men just as much as the next BDSM top—the stripes and bruises on Matty’s flesh testified to that. But that stage of play was over. Master Tom had the boy high and ready to take him to the exact spot at middle of the boundary between pain and pleasure, where it all blurred. So, his knuckles just cresting Matty’s inner ring, he moved his hand and deposited a decent-sized load of finely-ground Tina into the space beyond. Then, just as Matty was shifting to feel desire and need increase deep in his hole, he pushed gently but inexorably into the boys inner cavern. Matty screamed lightly—more of a cry of surprise—at the sudden stretch, then groaned and made a series of little grunts before his asshole started suckling and squeezing around the huge hand and wrist lodged in his hole, orgasming and orgasming all around Master Tom’s buried arm. Matty was flying high. Master Tom was keeping his hand as small as possible, fucking Marty’s inner ring over and over. Matty keened, his ass muscles were going crazy around the big arm. His entire colon was held open around Tom’s arm—because unlike Daddy Bill or Daddy Mark, there was much less difference between the width of Master Tom’s wrist and the width of his hand. So when he slid it into Matty’s hole, it barely closed at all, offering Matty no relief from the stretch. The big muscle man was relentless with Matty’s hole. He fucked Matty deeper and deeper, spending time opening the boy for a while before going slightly more into the core. He couldn’t believe how well Matty was taking him—the boy was lost in a world where the stretch felt amazing. Matty began grunting hard as the thicker part of Master Tom’s lower arm began to stretch his inner hole while his assring was beginning its impossible stretch as the leather master’s big elbow began to approach his hole. Master Tom reached over to his little portable supply table and grabbed the poppers and handed them to the grunting little stud. Tom did not let up, fucking the boy deeper and deeper. “Take those poppers and breathe,” he commanded. Master Tom’s cock was now rock hard, he loved it when he was taking a boy’s hole deep without drama. It turned him on that his careful preparation had got the boy here, had made him ready to accept the gift of Master Tom’s big elbow. Matty was groaning deeply as his holes stretched the most they ever had for a man before. Matty had taken his Daddy Bill’s big balled fist deep in his guts many times. But Bill’s body was shaped so there was relief after his fist, although his muscular build soon got wide again. Hand and arm was like a giant bumpy, very hard, dildo. And Matty had taken big, practically straight dildos on his Daddy Mark’s command many times. But those dildos were silicon and always had some give. Fucking Master Tom’s hard, big-boned hand and arm felt like someone was shoving a tree limb up Matty’s ass. Master Tom was on a mission, and he was close to achieving his goal. He arm fucked the boy slowly and relentlessly, then harder and faster. Each time he went slowly, he felt the boys hole open more. He knew at this stage of the game, the boys hole was going to really determine when is elbow went in. Tom could use tricks to enable the deep fuck and make it happen faster, as long as Matty continued to ride and focused on how good his hole felt. But Tom—ass magician that he was— knew that for a submissive muscle twink like Matty, one with a deep daddy fetish and even bigger one for pain, Master Tom needed to weave a spell in the boy’s head that it was Tom taking his ass rather than Matty’s own internal muscles submitting to the full length of his arm. Reaching up to lightly pinch the twink’s oversized nipple with his free hand, he began to speaking slowly and calmly, “Let me take your hole boy, give it to me.” “Take some poppers and then a deep breath,” Master Tom continued, “I am going to push in just a tiny bit after you do that. I am gonna take your hole.” Master Tom intended to do nothing but keep a slow and steady fuck going. He had no intention of pushing anything. This was a crucial point in this particular spell—his own boy Simon, with all his years of training—still once in a while lost the headspace needed for this to work. Matty however, just smiled, and said, “Oh please, sir, I need to be stretched more, take my hole.” Master Tom imperceptibly began to slow the motion of his arm, and watched with great pleasure as the hot little man took four giant hits of poppers, breathed in, and then as he breathed out, his hole slowly stretched open, and took the widest part of Tom’s huge elbow. The boy’s hole stuttered a moment and time seem suspended, as a new round of sensory overload began working its way up to his head. But before those senses had time to fully reach Matty’s brain, he took another deep breath. And then began groaning as his mind got the message that his assring had taken a taken a giant stretch to the widest part of Tom’s hard elbow. But the breathe he had taken had already done it’s work. Time started again, Matty’s ass opened deeper and wider, and all of Master Tom’s huge arm from hand to elbow entered Matty’s hole. Master Tom smiled, god, it felt good to be inside a well-trained hole. Three days later Matty lay in bed on his side naked, his Daddy Bill’s big arms around his waist. Matty felt the big cock, rock hard, nestled between his welted asschecks, the warmth of the big cock felt soothing against his puffy hole, his well-trained instincts made him arch his back and position his asshole right over the huge cockhead. “Tell me again, how deep his arm went in,” Bill said, as he gently slipped his cock inside the burning hot hole, it’s puffiness wrapping and hugging his dick like a wooly blanket. Matty hissed as his sore insides parted around the big cock. He groaned as the big cock filled him, he felt every vein and ridge of the big warm tool so acutely, the precum slicking his hole, “So deep, daddy, so deep.”

Well here it is, part two of, not sure how many more parts. not much Smut here, most wanted to try and transition things from the original story toward where I'd like to take it. enjoy! ==================================================================================== ‘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. “Going to go grab some more beers and some water, you two love birds enjoy.” He said, shaking his cock as he turned and went into the house leaving Keith and Max behind. Max chuckled and squeezed Keiths well build but still smaller body as he flexed his now semi hard cock inside the kids ass. “Well you’ve done it now kid, thats some prime High Viral seed soaking into your guts right now. You might not be infected right now, but I can sure as hell promise you will before you leave here.” He said, licking the sweat from Keiths back and neck, kissing him softly as Keith moaned under him. The two stayed locked together, Keiths mind on fire with what had happened, yet made no attempt to remove the infected cock from his hole as the two lay together. Eventually he gave a muffled grunt, and Max leaned to his side. “What was that sexy boy?” “I said, Its, ugh, its hard to believe you’re not on meds, both of you, you’re so fucking hot and well built. I thought guys with HIV looked more, wasted.” He said, his mind starting to realize a bit more of what he himself might end up like. Max started to chuckle. “Cause we usually are on meds boy. Your Daddy Max and Cameron like to stay in good shape and keep fit, that means taking our pills like good little pigs.” He said as the sound of a door was heard. “Yeah, except when Pride swings around, thats our fucking time to cut loose and let our Virus have some fun.” Said Cameron, coming out holding an ice cooler full of beers and some water bottles. He popped a can and started to chug as he took a seat on an old plastic lawn chair. Max grunted and started to stand up, pulling Keith up as his now limp cock finally fell out of the well fucked hole. “A while ago we decided to get out Poz Freak on and loved how empowering it was to have the Virus pumping through our cocks again. Ever since, we take a ‘vacation’ each year at Pride, making sure our big bear cocks are nice and Toxic for young horny neg holes like yourself.” Max said as he grabbed a can for himself as well. Still weak on his knees, Keith Stood uncertain as he listened to the two hot bears, both now sitting down with cocks still dripping. “F-Fuck thats, messed up, you go off your meds on purpose, to infect other guys at Pride?” He said, moving to get some water, feeling like he was still caught in a fog as he felt his body drenched in sweat and cum trickling down his well fucked hole. The two bears looked at each other and laughed. “This is Palm Springs at Pride boy, there’s probably more guys here infected with HIV then anywhere else in the country right now. Shit, if not infected with HIV, then infected with ‘Something’” Cameron said with a laugh as he pulled up another cheap plastic lawn chair, offering Keith a place to sit. As soon as he did, both Bears dropped a large beefy arm around him, fingers gently playing with his naked skin. The two settling into a long rehearsed routine of ‘Bad cop, worse cop’ as they teased Keith towards his inevitable corruption. “Yeah, and right now I can bet at least a third of those guys are also off meds. Trust me Kid, whether you admit it or not, you coming here is a step towards embracing becoming a part of our family, and embracing who you were meant to be.” Max said, before down to pat between Keiths legs. “Family? You mean becoming your ‘poz son’?” He said stifling a moan. “Something like that, look this is a lot to take in I know, but I don’t think it was an accident you ran into us out on the hunt. I know you’re still pretty out of it, taking your first load of Viral Seed can do that. How about we take a rest, clean up, let your take in what your future has to offer.” Cameron said, as together he and Max got another groan from Keith. The two looked at each other and grinned. It wasn’t long after, that the three had gone inside and cooled off. The house was like a lot of homes in Palm Springs, built in the 50’s with a lot of cinderblock and glass. Keith asked to take a shower, but both Daddies agreed they liked smelling off sweat, cum and piss. As the AC cooled down their bodies and relaxed Keiths brain, they took the chance to ask more about Keith and his trip. He lived in a little suburb in San Bernardino and was currently going to college. He’d come up for the weekend and had checked in at a cheap motel. And while he’d bottomed every now and then, he much preferred to be on top. After a while chatting, and some more water, and some more beer, Cameron looked up. “How you feeling Kiddo?” He asked, genuinely curious now that the buzz of sex had died down a bit. Keith was silent for a moment as he looked between the two hot daddies on either side of him. “Scared? Excited? Horny, I feel like I should go to the nearest hospital, but, I also feel, like…” he trailed off and Max leaned over. “Like you need more don’t you?” He said. “YES! Its fucked up! Im a top, usually, I don’t get fucked much, and I usually play safe, but all I can think about is getting more cock inside me right now!” He said, and then felt something inside him change. “You are half right kiddo, what you need, is more POZ cock.” Max said, and before Keith could respond, he leaned over, giving him a thick deep kiss and thrusting his tongue down Keiths throat. The two moaned deeply before Max pulled away. “Alright sexy, here’s the truth, we got you marked for a cute innocent boy to take home for a quick randy Poz fuck and pass our seed along too. But I think we didn’t count on making such a, connection, with each other. Being POZ is more than just being infected with HIV, you heard us earlier, it frees you, liberates you, and connects you to becoming a part of a family bigger than you can imagine. You’d become not just our Poz Son, but you’d be a part of all those that carried this strain before us. The essence of hundreds of gay men flowing through your body.” Max said, leaning in close to Keith, and licking his neck. Keith moaned, Cameron chuckled. “Thats one way of putting it. Daddy Max likes to be a bit, dramatic, but he’s right about the Virus changing you. Meds or not, Toxic or medicated, once infected, you will become a part of something bigger.” Cameron said, as he looked up at an old clock on the wall. “Ok here’s the deal. It’s the Friday of Pride weekend, and just after 4 o’clock. If you want this, like, REALLY want this, then you go back to your motel, grab your stuff, and meet us here at 5 and spend the rest of the weekend with us. If you do, you are going to take our loads, and a bunch of other unhealthy men. By the time you leave on Sunday, you will most likely be pregnant with your Daddies strain of HIV.” Cameron said as he watched Keiths eyes glaze over. “Oh, Fuck…” was all he said as he tried to fight his growing lust with what his rational brain was saying was a very bad idea. About twenty minutes later, Keith had cleaned up, got his clothes back on, and headed out the door. Watching him go down the street to hail a cab, Max and Cameron, leaned against each other. “What do you think sexy, he coming back? Or do you think he’ll run scared?” Cameron said as Max leaned over, thrusting a finger up his hole. “Both, you saw the look in his eye, he’s scared of course, but we both got our mark left on him. He’s body might not be infected yet, but I know his brain is, he won’t be able to help coming back for me” Max said with a grunt before closing the door. “If he does come back, what should we do with him, aside from the obvious. “Like you said, its Friday night of Pride in Palm Springs, there’s a dozen fuck parties going on, but there’s one special one I know we can go to.” “Oh? How special we talking?” “Heh, Special like Big Sig is in town, and is going to be throwing a party at the ‘Castle’” Max said, and the two began to laugh.

Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

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

Thanks, that makes a lot of sense, I hadn't thought of it that way! Regardless, I am grateful beyond words to my Master for everything he has taught me, especially about myself.

Hole is always wanting to be filled

Agreed. Put another way, part of raw Breeding is the "connection" we can create with a "brother". It can last for a long time, it can last for a few moments, but we've "connected" deeply, spiritually, carnally with another man, and that's what's so compelling about raw fucking. Now that we can take pills to protect our heath to a very substantial measure, it's like the old, pre-hiv days. There are some guys that fetishize condoms, and that's fine. But the rest of us don't require barriers anymore, and that ineffable, sweet, lovely, magical connection is well-worthy of pursuing over and over and over again.

a very cute but very hungiover guy and I were chatting yesterday on an app, he was furry and young, a perfect cubby guy, but very hung over after a birthday party. Eventually he got so horny he came over and we got right down to it, he had a lovely thick cock and got hard as a rock in my mouth before pushing into my ass raw, no mention of condoms. he fucked really well and long until he turned me over onto my fours and gave me a really hard pounding, saying that he would love to cum in my ass. Of course I told him not to hold back and he blew a huge load in me. as he lay getting his breath back, I of course swallowed his cock and sucked him clean of any stray cum. We agreed once was going to be enough so once he works out his shifts I hope I get much more..........

Stopped in at an interstate rest area about 1:00 am. Not many people around. It was dark inside the restroom (someone had put out all the lights). I'm 19, slim, 7" dick, loved to be used in nasty anonymous sex. I had been drinking this night so I was ready for anything. I followed a guy into the restroom. He was in his mid-twenties, slim, blonde hair, average dick (but long and skinny), nice bush of blonde hair including a lot of hair on his nuts. We checked each other out with out pants down around our ankles. We played with each other's dicks for awhile then I got down on my knees in the dark rest room and started licking his dick. I licked up and down the sides of his dick while feeling his balls. He rubbed the back of my head and kept talking nasty to me telling me to suck his dick and asking me if I liked it. I snorted some poppers and went to work on his dick big time, licking and sucking all of it. After about 5 minutes of sucking I stood up and turned by body to the side as I was sucking his dick. He started rubbing my ass so I knew he wanted to fuck. I spit on my fingers and rubbed my ass crack. I turned around, took a snort of poppers and guided his dick up my ass hole. I told him to wait until I got used to it. I slowly worked it all the way in and started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. I took another snort of poppers, leaned over, and told him to start fucking. We fucked like two rabbits for about 5 minutes. He kept telling me what a nice tight young boy ass I had and I kept begging him to fuck me. During the fuck I pulled off my shirt and kicked away my shorts. I was now naked except for my shoes. I kneeled down on the floor and he knelt in back of me. We were in the middle of the floor in a dark rest room and I was on my hands and knees with him kneeling behind me and fucking me. We heard someone coming in and quickly jumped up. I'm sure the new guy knew we were at it because I never had time to dress-I just got up in the closed urinal area. I was still naked. All 3 of us were at separate urinals just waiting. We started looking around the wall at each other and soon realized we were all looking for the same thing. The third guy was older-50's-average build, dark hair. He was playing with a pretty big, thick dick, lots of black dick hair, low hanging big hairy balls. We all 3 stepped out of our areas and were standing in the middle of the restroom watching each other beat off. I was still naked. I knelt back down on the floor on all fours and the blonde guy immediately knelt behind me and put his dick back up my ass. I snorted more poppers. The dark haired older guy stood in front of me and I took his dick in my mouth. I had a big older dick in my mouth and a younger one up my ass. I fucked and sucked about 5 minutes. Then the guy fucking me started moaning that he was going to shoot. I started moaning and wiggling my ass while sucking harder on the older guy. The blonde guy shot a big load of cum up my ass while I was sucking. He then pulled out (I had cum running all down my ass cheeks). I knelt in front of the older guy and kept sucking while I started beating my dick. The blonde guy kept urging me on telling me to suck that big dick. The older guy started shooting cum in my mouth and I shot, too. Both guy stood in front of me while I licked their dicks clean. We all dressed and left. Great night!!!

Chapter 3: Eric Right on schedule, Eric’s car pulls alongside the house. Like Nick, Eric knows he can let himself in through the back door when we’re partying. It makes it a lot easier when I’m otherwise occupied. The two guys already know each other, so there’s no awkwardness when Eric comes in. We all say our hellos, and Nick gets Eric up to speed with what he’s missed. “He even took my elbow inside him. That hole is super-open, and I got seriously deep today.” Eric nods his approval. “Nice. So what’s next for you, man? What do you want?” I answer while still watching the screen. “Filled. I want to get filled. Need to be filled.” My brain finally catches up with my mouth. I turn to Eric and apologize for being in a daze. “I want your fist inside my hole so badly. Nick stretched me deep. He’s really good at that. Now I want you to stretch me wide. You’ve started on me before, but you’ve never stretch me out when I’m this fucked-up.” “You got that right,” Eric says with a smirk. “I’m gonna have some fun with that sloppy hole of yours.” “Please?” I say. With a nod, Eric says, “Let’s do this.” I get up off the couch and hop into the sling. It’s a bit awkward because I still have the butt plug and Pig Hole in, but I manage. Meanwhile, Eric strips off his clothes and gets his pipe and crystals out of his bag. I realize I’m still absently playing with my little, caged cock. Speaking of little dicks, Eric usually likes to fuck me a bit before the tina dick kicks in, and sometimes he likes to piss in my hole. I try and use that as encouragement. Eric looks like he’s about to light up. “Hang on. Before you do that, come over here,” I say. I lean over the side of the sling and open my mouth. He steps right up and feeds me his cock. I do a little bit of sucking, thankful for the recent hydration break. But before he can bring his pipe to his lips, I say, “How bout I get you hard here, then you slide inside me and fill me with your piss?” Eric smiles. “Sounds good. Just so you know, I partied earlier today.” Now it’s my turn to smile—a broad, ravenous smile. “You mean it’s gonna be chem piss?” Eric just nods. “Oh fuck yes. Let’s do this. Dump in all your dirty, spiked urine. Fill me up, man. Please. Rinse out my hole with your leftover tina.” Just saying that is enough to get Eric rock hard. I do just a bit more sucking before he says “okay” and moves down to the bottom of the sling. I lean back and relax, grinning at what’s about to happen. “I can’t fill you up while this thing’s in the way,” Eric says, pointing to the butt plug. “Shit,” I say, my attention finally catching up to his. I reach down, grab the Pig Hole, and pull it all the way out in a single movement, no hesitation. All I do is grunt a small bit as the widest part clears my entrance. I drop the toys to the side. “There. All yours.” Eric’s mouth gapes open for a second, surprised by how quickly I removed such a large toy. He whistles his amazement at how eager and loose I am. Nick, standing to the side, just chuckles. “I told you. This guy is totally opened up and horny as can be.” I take that as a cue. “Fuck yeah. Come on, Eric. Shove that dick into me and fill me with your chem piss.” Nick encourages him, too. “Go on. Slide it all the way in.” And that’s just what Eric does. One motion, no warning, no stopping. He goes from completely outside of me to complete buried in my hole, all in a split second. I exhale and grin from ear to ear. “There we go,” I say, and I squeeze my hole around his dick. “Now let it loose.” Eric exhales, too. “Holy shit, you’re ready. That hole is so warm and wet and greedy.” At that, I clench my hole again. Eric laughs. “Fucking hell, you horn dog. This is too good to pass up. I’m gonna fuck you a bit before I piss in you.” “Suit yourself,” I say. “I’m just a hole.” Nick adds, “And a damn near bottomless one, at that.” Eric takes his time, changing up his pace, his angle, his stance. I encourage him from time to time with “fuck yeah” and “give it to me” and such. He talks back, so we keep a slow and steady stream of mild banter. After a while, Eric stops. He looks at me, almost looking confused. “Do you want me to cum?” That only increases my hunger. My instincts kick in. “Fuck yeah I do, man.” But Eric explains why he looks confused. “But if I cum now, it’ll all come out when you let out my piss. You usually like to keep my loads inside.” I smile. My fuckbuds know me so well. “Oh, true,” I say. “If you cum in my after your piss is out, you can fist your load deeper into me.” “Deal!” Eric says with a smile. Then he gets real still, and his face becomes empty. I can tell he’s focusing on switching the plumbing so he can let loose a steady stream of piss. I don’t move, and I don’t squeeze. I know he needs time and concentration. It’s killing me because I need to be filled. But I wait. Eric opens his eyes. “You ready? You want it?” “Fuck yeah, Eric. Gimme that chem piss. Fill me up, man. Give it to me. Please.” “Here it comes, you fucking pig. Open wide.” Then I feel the warmth start to spread inside me. He doesn’t take long, so I guess it’s not much, but it’s still hot—in both senses of the word. I feel his dick pulse a couple times, telling me he’s stopped the flow and emptied out. “There ya go, boy. Let that simmer in you for a bit. Meanwhile, I need a drink.” At that, Eric pulls out and heads off to the kitchen with Nick. They don’t even look at me, leaving me alone in the sling, feeling like a used receptacle. I smile and start playing with my tiny dick again. It doesn’t even take up half my cage at this point, but my perineum still likes the attention. I’m content, enjoying the feeling of fluid sloshing around inside me, when I hear the guys call out. “Hey, you should probably let that stuff out before it crawls further up in you. Need help getting down?” They do have a point. “Right, thanks. No, I’ve got it.” I gradually ease my way down to the floor, then I walk to the toilet, take a seat, and slowly expel all the chempiss that had been soaking inside of me. They finish their drinks, I finish emptying my hole, and we all meet back at the sling. Without a word, I climb back in, put up my feet, grab my ass cheeks, and pry them apart. Each of them chuckles and reaches down to give his dick a tug. Eric looks down at Nick’s crotch. “You look like you’re ready, and you haven’t been in this hole in a while. Want to have a go?” Nick replies, “Sure. And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to drop another load off in this nasty cumdump.” That makes me moan with anticipation. I don’t dare say a word, though. They’re talking about me as though I’m not there. Like I’m furniture or a tool to be used. That turns me on so much, and I don’t want to interrupt it. Even the moan might be too much, but I’m pretty sure it’ll just encourage them. Nick looks at Eric and asks, “Did you hear that?” Eric says, “Yeah. Sounds like your cumdump is ready for you. Get going, man. Loosen that hole up before I get to it.” Nick chuckles. “I don’t think that’s a worry, but it’ll feel great to dive in again after that little break.” “Yeah, get that hole ready for my dick. Lube it up with your sperm.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says. “I’ll leave another load in there for you to fuck and fist in deeper.” He puts some lube on his dick for good measure, then plows right into me, pounding me hard. I moan and take it like I’m made to do. While Nick fucks me, Eric stands to the side and lights up. He gets Nick’s attention, and Nick pauses for a second so they can shotgun the clouds back and forth. I moan as I watch them make out, and Nick resumes his pounding. A minute later, they shotgun again. I could get used to watching this scene—especially watching it while I have a dick in my ass. That thought gives me an idea. While they’re making out, I squeeze my ass around Nick’s cock, making my hole really tight for a second. Nick moans so loud I can hear him through their kiss. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles. “Oh fuck, that tight hot hole feels so good. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum again.” Needing no more prompting, I start squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, milking his dick as his buries it deep inside me. That does the trick. Nick starts slamming his hips hard against my ass. Then he lets out a huge grunt. “You fucking cumslut! Here you go. You’re getting another one out of me. Take my fucking load!” Nick pounds all the way in once more, but this time he stays there, rooted in place, letting his throbbing cock deposit his seed deep in my guts. I help him out a bit by reaching down and around to the back of his legs. I pull him in toward me, making his cock go just that little bit deeper inside. “There,” I say. “That’s where the load belongs.” Nick pants a few more times, then lets his softening dick gradually fall out of my used hole. I immediately start fingering myself, enjoying the fresh, warm wetness. Nick slaps one of my ass cheeks and says, “Damn, dude. That’s one sweet hole.” Eric steps up as Nick goes to sit down for a minute. “Let me see how tight this hole is.” He lines up his cock and slides inside. I offer no resistance, but I do squeeze his dick as much as I can. “Damn, you ain’t joking. This is one *seriously* tight hole. Shit. I think it needs another load in it, don’t you, Nick?” “Fuck yeah, man. Add to the mix. Give him another one, dude.” I just moan at the thought. I keep up the rhythm of squeezing my ass, milking Eric’s dick, physically begging him to breed me. Eric doesn’t take long. “Fuck, he’s desperate. I’ve never felt him milk my cock so hard before. This bitch really wants seed. Shit. Guess I’m gonna give it to him,” Eric says. And with that, his grunting begins. I feel the pulsing in his cock, and I feel the smile spread across my face. I can’t help it. When I’m doing a good job as a cumdump, I get proud of myself. After a minute, Eric is spent, too. “Damn, that’s a hot hole,” he says. Eric pulls out his softening cock and smacks my ass, marking that the deed has been done. My fingers immediately move back to my hole, and I enjoy the sensation of added wetness. “Shit, look at him,” Eric says. “He just can’t keep his hands out of his hole.” I can’t help but reply to that. “I wish they were your hands, you know.” Eric looks at me with a grin. “You want me to fist those loads into you, don’t you?” I just nod my head, slowly and silently, looking right at him. “Fuck you’re horny,” Eric says. I nod some more. Eric looks over at Nick. “I don’t know, Nick. He says he wants me to fist him, but we each thought his hole was pretty tight. I don’t think he’s ready for that.” My smile disappears. I’m worried I might be missing my chance. Nick responded, “Yeah, you’re right. That hole did get pretty tight.” Then he grinned. ”But I think I know how to fix it.” He and Eric exchanged evil grins, and my heart skipped a beat. Are they thinking what I hope they’re thinking? Eric sits down at the base of the sling and starts lubing up his hand and arm. I lie back and start to relax, trying to prepare for what’s about to happen. Nick returns and says, “Here. Maybe some of this might help open him back up again.” Eric nods his agreement and starts gently fingering my hole. A hole that I think is about to get another booty bump. Eric says, “How much do you think he needs? He’s still pretty high.” Nick looks at me and back at Eric. “Yeah,” he says. “But he’s calmed down and lost a lot of his desperation. Let’s give him a good one and bring back that craving.” Hearing that, I pull back my legs a bit further and grab my ass cheeks to spread them a bit wider. I make it clear I’m ready for whatever they decide to give me. Eric’s fingers slide in a little further. I hear him chuckle. “Oh, this hole is ready, too. It just opened itself up a little more. Let’s get this hole fucked up.” Eric pulls his fingers almost all the way out, teasing my hole with his fingertips. He looks down at them as Nick leans forward to concentrate on that area, too. Nick taps the edge of a baggy a few times, dusting Eric’s fingers. “How’s that?” he asks. Eric leans closer. “He’ll need more than that to make it through what I’m gonna do to him.” I clench my hole a bit, squeezing Eric’s fingers in appreciation. Eric doesn’t look up at me, but his fingers wiggle a bit, letting me know he received my silent signal. I hear a couple more taps on the bag. “One more,” Eric says. “Make it count.” One more firm tap. “There,” Eric says. “That’ll get him totally spun out of his mind.” “Perfect,” Nick says. “Let’s destroy this nasty pig.” Eric slides his fingers in about halfway and runs them all around the inside of my sphincter. It feels like he’s rubbing me with sandpaper. I grunt and squirm a bit in slight discomfort. Eric rotates his fingers a couple more times, making sure to transfer everything from his fingers into my soft tissue. He holds his hand still again and says, “Now some J-lube to get that wet and help it absorb.” I feel cold liquid run past my entrance and into my hole. I almost say something, but Eric interrupts my thoughts. “Hit the poppers, boy. You’re gonna take my fist in about 30 seconds, so you’d better get ready.” I need no more motivation. I uncap the bottle and take a few long, heavy huffs as I feel Eric’s hand already making more rapid movements, pressing more firmly into the hole he’s determined to enter soon. He’s sort of pulsing his hand right at my outer ring, as though he’s testing the resistance. I put the cap back on the bottle, drop the bottle right beside me in the sling, reach up and put my hands behind my head and exhale slowly as the rush of the poppers hits. And that’s exactly when Eric’s fist slides inside me. I grunt, more out of surprise than anything, and I start panting hard from the exhilaration of the penetration and the poppers. Of course, the panting gets my heart going, and soon enough I feel a hint of another kind of rush kick in—my panting pushes the bump through my bloodstream faster. Meanwhile, Eric is pulsing his hand forward and backward inside my hole. He’s not going deeper, but he’s applying and releasing pressure, teasing my hole and tormenting my sphincter. I start grunting with each exhalation I make. My breathing pace gets quicker, and my grunts get deeper-pitched. I start mumbling things like “oh fuck” and “fuck yeah”. Through the brain haze I hear Eric’s voice. “See? The best way to distract a bottom pig is it shove something in his hole, and poppers always make that easier to do. I’ll bet he never felt the burn from that bump because he was too busy thinking about my fist.” I barely nod. My attention is on my hole, what’s going on inside it, and what I want to have inside it. Eric continued, “And he barely noticed my fist go in because he was riding the wave of poppers.” I nod again, slightly. “See, man? He’s already fucked up, and we’re just getting started. You won’t believe how far he’ll open up for me in a few minutes.” I take that as a challenge, and I relax my hole a bit more, push back a little on his hand, and exhale slowly and audibly. Eric takes the bait and pushes in deeper, going in a couple more inches with no trouble at all. He smiles up at me. “Thaaaat’s it, you fucking pig. You know I want in there. You’re gonna let me get deep inside that sloppy hole, aren’t you, boy?” “Uh-huh,” is all I can manage. “That’s right, you fucking cumdump. You’re gonna open all the way up for me.” He pulses his hand inside me again. ”Which way do you want me to go, pig?” he asks. “Deeper,” I say. “Please. Please go deeper inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You’re gonna open right up and take all of me, aren’t you, you dirty pig?” I nod. “You want more?” I nod. “Take it, you filthy pig,” Eric says as he pushes his fist deeper into my hole. Just as I think he’s gone in pretty easily, he says, “Fucking hell! Nick, you were right. This hole really is hungrier than ever. I’m not hitting any resistance.” I take as much as I can, but I hold up an open palm to get him to pause. Sure, I’m wide open and hungry, but I’m not used to Eric going that deep that quickly. “Fuck, dude. You got two-thirds of my forearm in you without hesitating. Good job.” All I can do is pant in response. I hear Eric flip open the lube bottle. He pours more on the last bit of his forearm left outside my hole, so I know what’s about to happen. “Hit the poppers, pig. You’re gonna need ‘em.” I do as I’m told, taking two nice long huffs on the bottle before capping it and setting it aside. I start to lean back and close my eyes, but Eric interrupts me. “Nuh-uh. Look at me.” I freeze. “Open your eyes and look at me, pig.” I raise my eyelids halfway and try to focus on Eric’s face through the combined brain fogs of the buzz and my ever-growing high. “Look at my face,” Eric says. “I wanna see those dilated pupils, you tweaker.” At that, Eric jerks his fist into me just a bit. He doesn’t go in more than half an inch. But it’s enough to startle me and make my eyes bug out. “Atta boy. Stay with me. Look at my eyes,” Eric says. “Niiiice. I can barely see the color around your pupils. You’re pretty far gone, aren’t you, pig?” I bulge my eyes a bit thinking only of how deep his hand is inside my hole. And I want him even deeper now. “Deeper,” I say, partly as a plea, partly as a request, partly as just an echo. And I gaze absently at Eric’s face, knowing that he’s in control of me right now. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of insatiable bottom bitch I like to see. I’m in further than I’ve ever been, and he’s still begging for more.” “More,” I mimic, knowing it’s what I need right now. The only thing I need. Right now. I stare at Eric’s face, locking eyes with him. I push back against his fist inside me. My eyes bug out. My face spasms. I mutter through clenched teeth: “Fuck. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gimme more. Deeper. Fuck yeah. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” It sounds like the other guys said “fuck yes” at the same time I did. I look up to see Eric and Nick each cracking an open-jawed smile. Nick says, “You made it to his elbow, dude. You’re there. All the way.” I don’t smile back. “Fuuuuuck,” is all I can manage. Eric picks up on this. “Fuck. You want more, don’t you? This pig just took my whole forearm, and he’s still begging for more. Fucking hell! Dude, I told you the bigger bump would work. He’s insatiable now.” “More,” I repeat, saying the only word that registered through everything he just said. “More.” I gasp and start to whimper and whine as I feel Eric pulling out, rather than pushing in. My breathing is erratic. I’m confused by what’s happening. “Hang on, you fucking pig. You’ll get what you want. Gimme a second,” Eric says. “Hey Nick. Help me lube my hand.” I’m completely baffled. Why is he pulling out? Why is he lubing his hand? it’s already inside me. It doesn’t need lube. I start to whimper again, when I feel the touch of fingertips around my hole. My hole that still has Eric’s fist in it, down to about the wrist. I feel fingers rubbing my hole around his wrist. “I got ya, you pig. Calm down. Here’s a new challenge for you,” Eric says. And I feel fingertips slide inside my hole, beside the wrist I’ve already engulfed. “We’re gonna work this wiiide open now,” he says. At this point, I’m floating on a cloud, and my ass is the only thing I care about in the universe. I lie back, relax completely, and let Eric work his magic destroying my hole. I don’t communicate with anyone beyond grunts, moans, and the occasional “fuck” or “fuck yeah”. I am nothing more than a hole designed to be split open and filled. Eric takes full advantage of my complaint state. His fingers move around my ass lips for a bit, loosening them a little and spreading around the lubrication. He pulls that hand out and turns his other fist into a piston, crossing my threshold again and again, getting my ass used to the intrusion and weakening my defenses against penetrations of any size. Hearing nothing but moans from me, Eric slides his hand out of my hole, leaving only his four fingers inside. He then adds the four fingers of his other hand, letting me feel pried open and slightly stretched. He starts moving each hand back and forth, in and out, around and out—he’s turning my sphincter into taffy, bending and stretching it to his will. Sometimes he’ll pause, leaving all eight fingers inside, shaped like he’s about to dive into me. Then he uses his thumbs to massage the ring around my hole. Other times, he’ll put his fingers in with knuckles together and palms facing out. He stretches them apart a bit, working on my gape, and again uses his thumbs to massage the bottom of my hole. And still other times, he builds up a rhythm, sliding one fist in and out, then the other, then the first, and back again, alternating fists in an all-out assault on my ass. He’s numbing my resistance. He’s wearing out my ring, making me helpless in the face of this onslaught he’s subjecting me to. And all I can do is grunt along with the abuse, opening right up and taking everything he gives me. Eventually (I’ve lost all sense of time), his pacing slows. He keeps one fist balled up inside me, pushing it in and out right inside my hole, teasing me with pressure and making me gasp from the constant intensity. I hear him speak a single word, filled with command, authority, encouragement, and patience. That one word? “Poppers.” I obey, grabbing my bottle, removing the lid, and leaning in for two slow, long huffs. I lean back and slowly start to exhale. “Again,” I hear Eric say. Again, I obey, taking two more long, deep sniffs from the bottle. I can’t hold it in as long this time because my heart is already racing. But I lean back and exhale as slowly as I can. “Last one,” Eric says, encouraging and demanding at the same time. As I lean forward to inhale again, I whimper a bit. I’m unsteady despite lying in a sling. My head is spinning despite being completely still. I’m losing touch with reality and with my body. I’m sure that’s just how Eric wants it, and he knows this last huff will send me past the brink. I take two more long pulls from the poppers, lean back, replace the cap, mindlessly set the bottle wherever, and start to exhale as I drop my head completely onto the sling, unable to hold it upright a moment longer. “Good boy,” Eric says. “Ride that wave. Open up, boy, cuz you’re gonna get wrecked now. Relax and breathe.” Just the way Eric speaks to me turns me on. He’s controlling and kind, telling me what to do and watching out for me at the same time. At this point, I will do absolutely anything he tells me—anything to get more of him inside me. My brain switches from reason to desperation. I start babbling encouragement as all the drugs swim in my mind, fueling the monster. I become a pure fisting power bottom. There’s no human left. Only a hole remains. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fucking give it to me. Fill me up. Go all the way. That hole is yours. Open it wide. Fucking stuff that hole full. Fuck man. Do it. Push my limits. Give it to me.” Eric applies more pressure with his fist, which makes me grunt and push back, trying to engulf everything he’s pushing into me. I want anything inside my hole I can get. “Breathe, you fucking pig. Breathe,” Eric says. But I can’t control my breathing any more. I am a slave to my hunger. My hole controls me. I push. I groan. I grab the bottom of the sling and pull myself down onto Eric’s arm. An arm that feels suddenly wider than it was a minute ago. I take the girth as a challenge, let my hunger out as a growl, relax my hole, and push, willing it to slide inside. It works. With a thump, I feel something massive enter me. My hole feels more stretched than ever before, and my insides feel more full than they’ve ever felt. My eyes bug out, and I start panting. I try to find Eric’s face to look at it for answers, but my eyes can’t focus on anything because I’m so spun out. I’m damn near hyperventilating, but I feel absolutely incredible. “Shhhhhh,” Eric hisses. “Relax you goddamned pig. You’ve done it. You achieved your goal. Now calm down and feel for yourself.” I take a few moments to try and slow my breathing. I can’t make much progress, but I at least figure out how to close my mouth and breathe hard through my nose, which relaxes me a small bit. I take a couple deeper breaths and feel my body return to the sling from whatever cloud I’d been floating on. He told me to feel for myself. I have no idea what he means, but my instincts kick in, and my hands move down toward my crotch, my perineum, and my hole. My hole. Oh my god, my hole. “Fuck,” I mumble. I barely recognize it as mine, it’s stretched so huge. I run my hands around the circumference of my massive hole, amazed by how big it has become. And then I feel what’s inside. What two things are inside. “Holy fuck,” I say. Each of my hands finds a wrist sticking out of my hole. Each of my hands slides around my hole, finds one of Eric’s wrists, and wraps fingers around it, disbelieving the reality. I look directly into Eric’s eyes, an expression of wonder and bafflement on my face. “Holy fuck,” I repeat. “I took two?” Eric begins to laugh. “Yeah, you hungry fucking pig hole. You have both my fists inside you. Nice work, you nasty fuck. You like it?” I’m too overwhelmed to answer. I run my hands around the edge of my hole again. My eyes bug out again. I exhale. I smile. That’s enough of an answer for him. Nick chimes in, “Yep. I think the pig hole likes it.” My brain is completely fried, unable to process anything beyond the unreal sense of fullness I feel and the intense stretching my hole is enduring. Things get even more intense as Eric pulses his hands—both of them—back and forth. Even a small movement is enough to send shockwaves through my body and light up my face. I hear Eric chuckle as I squirm. “Let’s see if he can take this,” Eric says. “Alternating hands.” A few weeks back, Eric had alternated his hands by penetrating me with one and then the other, loosening my hole and weakening my resistance. Now, he starts doing almost the same thing, but he never removes so much as the knuckles of either hand. He’s running two fists back and forth, over and over again, keeping both inside me the entire time. The sensations are completely overwhelming. I slam my head down onto the sling, open my eyes and mouth as though I’ve just seen a ghost, and then my voice catches up with me. “Oh my god! Holy shit. Fuck yeah. Fucking wreck my hole, man. Destroy my ass. Gimme those fucking fists. Stretch me out. Fuck yeah, give it to me. Fuuuck yeaaaaahhhhh.” The changing sensations all start to blend together. I can’t tell which hand was coming or going, or how much Eric is rotating or twisting. It’s as though my entire ass is made out of putty, and he’s just playing with it, morphing it and shaping it however he wants. “Dude,” I say. “That ass is *yours*—play with it. Use it. Fill it. Destroy it. Whatever you want. Just don’t fucking stop!” For the next several minutes, my mind and my body sort of disconnect. I know something’s happening to my hole, and I feel every bit of euphoria from it, but the details are completely lost. It’s like I’m not experiencing the physical actions, only the pleasures they create. I completely lose myself in the bliss of being out of control of my own wrecked hole. I’m sure my face looks totally vacant, with a half-present smile like I’m dreaming. And maybe I am. I can’t tell where reality is anymore, and I have no interest in waking up. This feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced. Eric continues plunging into my hole, stretching me any way he wants. After a good long while, I feel him calm down and slow his pace. A bit of his roughness and determination make way for the care and kindness he showed earlier. He speaks up. “Okay, you nasty hole. You need to come back down to earth for a while. We need to get you hydrated, and my arms need a break. I’m gonna slow down and eventually pull out.” I whimper, shamelessly. “I know, dude. But we both need a break.” My brain starts to register the coming crisis: I’ll be empty. “But my hole,” I mumble. It’s Nick’s turn to talk. “Oh, don’t worry. I think we can find something to fill it for a bit while you get a drink. I have some ideas.” I notice he’s grinning like a devil. That means I’ll enjoy whatever he’s dreaming up. “But Eric and I are gonna have to go soon. Start thinking of someone you can invite over to use that blasted-open hole.” It’s a struggle to think clearly while Eric’s still playing, slowly, inside my hole and while I’m still coming down from the euphoric high I’ve been on. But I remember a conversation with a friend a few days back. A friend who said he wanted to see how stretched-out I could get. He’s seen me after I got high before, taking advantage of residual horniness. But he’s always wanted to see me totally spun out of my mind, to watch my desperation and to see how much I can take from him. Ed. Eduardo is his name. “Yeah. Eduardo will want to use me,” I say. Nick chuckles. “Then you’d better hit him up and get him over here. He’s up next, I think.” Nick hands me my phone. “Do you got this, or you need me to write it?” “I got it,” I say. Knowing how difficult it will be to focus on the screen, much less the keyboard, I use my phone’s voice assistant and dictate a message. Talking to my phone, I say, “Tell Eduardo to get over here. My hole is wrecked and ready for you to abuse. Please come fill me up.” I send the message, hand the phone to Nick with a “thank you”, and collapse back onto the sling, totally spent. Eric’s movements have pretty much stopped by this point. He says, “Okay. I need a break. Nick, do you have plans for this useless hole?” “Yeah, hang on. I at least need to feel how loose it is. That looks amazing.” At this point, I feel proud of my hard work. I don’t think they’re even trying, but they’re still referring to me as an object, like I’m not there. I’ve succeeded in becoming nothing but a hole to them. I hear Nick coating his arms with lube, so I know he’s about to dive in again. My abuse isn’t over yet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready for me to take over?” Eric replies, “Sure. Alright, you pig. I’m gonna pull out now. But don’t worry, Nick will be back inside you in just a second.” I feel the fullness inside me continue to decrease as Eric slowly but surely removes first one hand then the other from inside my now-cavernous bowels. I don’t even grunt or flinch as they pass my threshold. One of the guys whistles his amazement. “He didn’t even react. Jesus, he’s blasted.” And at that, the last of Eric’s fingers left my ass. My hands immediately seek out my hole, feeling and fingering the sloppy, wet mess that used to be my tight sphincter. “Shit, look at that,” one of the guys says. “He’s a mindless animal. He can’t let his hole alone for two seconds.” Needing no further encouragement, I wipe a palm across my hole, then the back of the same hand. Then I ball the hand up into a fist, and I slide it right into my gaping chute. Within seconds, I’m pistoning my hand inside myself because I can’t bear to have an empty hole. “Fucking hell, man. He’s so desperate that he’s already fisting himself. Damn.” “See if you can wrap your hand around his and double-fist him again.” I feel fingers at my entrance, prodding and searching for something. I feel pressure. And then I feel like someone is trying to hold my hand. A bit more pressure and a slight thump, and suddenly my fist is wrapped inside someone else’s. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, dude. You’re double-fisting yourself with someone else. Holy fuck.” I just moan, too distracted by the fullness to worry about what the words mean. “Shit. Can I slide past?” The sensations change. My hand is no longer being held, but the pressure and stretching increase. I feel flesh sliding past the back of my hand. I realize then that someone is fisting me deeper while I keep my own fist just inside my hole. “Jesus Christ,” comes a voice. I think it’s Nick’s. “You have your fist and half my forearm inside you, and you’ve not so much as grunted. Your hole will take anything, won’t it?” Through my brain fog, I say one thing: “More.” “Fucking hell,” Nick says. “I gotta try this. Here, dude. Move your hand. I’ll take over.” I feel Nick tug at my wrist, prying my fist out of my hole. I whimper when it’s out, sad for the sudden emptiness. That emptiness doesn’t last long, though, because within seconds, Nick slides his other hand in to replace mine. I barely grunt when it’s through. “Fuck yeah, dude. Take those fists,” he says. Nick pushes deeper. I grunt. He keeps going. “Oh my god, you pig. Your hole just swallowed half of both of my forearms. And you barely noticed!” To encourage him, I push back on him and try to swallow more. “Hell yeah, dude. You’re insatiable.” At this point, I’m a mindless machine, hell-bent on taking everything I can get. Without opening my eyes or changing my expression, I grab my poppers. I go through the motions of huffing like I’m a robot following a program. “Jesus, dude. You think you can take more?” “More,” I repeat, as I push back against his fists and stare directly into his eyes, my eyes growing wide with fierce determination. “Go deeper,” I say. No, I challenge. I demand. “Fucking hell, man. Take it. Take my fists deep inside you. Swallow my arms, you fucking pig. Fuckin — Oh. My. God!” he says, wide-eyed, as three…four…five more inches of his body disappear inside mine. “Holy fuck,” we both say together. Nick just looks at me. “Fucking hell. How the fuck can you do this?” I keep staring back at him, ignoring his question. “Fuck me. Fuck that hole.” I pull my legs back further, giving him even easier access. “Goddamn, dude. How could I not?” Nick looks like a toddler in a playground: Overwhelmed by opportunity but confident it’s all for him. He starts playing inside me. He pistons his hands—sometimes together, sometimes separately. He rotates his wrists. He changes the shape of his fists. He spends several minutes doing everything and anything he can think of with his arms inside me. The whole time I’m just along for the ride, enjoying the changing sensations. We each enjoy a few more minutes of this, until Eric comes back. “No really, guys,” he says. “We need to get him rehydrated, and his amazing hole deserves a break.” “But I don’t want a break,” I say. I look at Nick. “Just keep pounding me, dude.” Nick starts to slowly remove one hand, then the other, ignoring my plea. “Naw, man. Eric’s right. You need fluids.” “I need a butt plug,” I say. “Don’t leave me empty. Not after that.” I realize now, though, that I’m so stretched-out that I probably won’t even feel the biggest plug I have. After taking two arms, it’s tough to feel full by comparison. “Shit. I don’t have a plug that’s big enough to stay in.” I really start to worry now, knowing the only thing I crave right now is to be filled. I’ll think of nothing else unless that need is satisfied. “Hang on,” Eric says. “I got you.” Nick continues his slow, steady exit from my hole. But he takes pity on me because he leaves one hand inside, moving it around a bit, seeming to enjoy the feel of my warm, wet hole engulfing him. Regardless of whether it’s for his benefit or mine, I appreciate it. He’s keeping me filled up, at least a little, while we wait for Eric to come back. After a moment, Eric enters the room carrying the largest butt plug I’ve ever seen outside a sex shop. It has a massive flange on it, so once it’s in, it’s not coming out easily. And it’s wider than any toy I’ve ever taken. It looks like it weighs more than a small child. “Think this’ll do?” Eric asks. “I got it just for you, pig. I figured you’d be insatiable, and I thought it might be time for you to move up to something impossibly big.” Before I could figure out what to say, Nick speaks. “I’ll tell you what, his hole is ready. I can feel it twitching around my hand. As soon as he laid eyes on that thing, this hole started begging.” “Let’s see how it works,” Eric said. Nick pulled out his hand and used it to slather lube all over the new toy. They poured a bit more on for good measure. Nick moved the tip of the plug toward my hole. “Hang on,” says Eric, looking at Nick. “What would you say to some more of this?” In Eric’s hand is a familiar little baggy. Nick looks surprised, but he grins. “Seriously? With the state he’s already in?” Eric smirks back. “I get it, but that’s a big toy, and besides, you heard him raking in another booty call once we’re gone. We might as well leave this dirty pig in the best condition possible.” Eric looks at me. “What do you think?” I was already smiling mischievously at the thought of getting yet another bump tonight. But when he looks at me, my eyes bug out again, without my conscious thought on my part. Eric just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. Prepare for blast-off,” He says. I watch as Eric opens the baggie again and tips it over, almost like he’s dumping the entire contents onto the tip of the plug.“ Nick looks surprised. “Jesus, dude. Are you sure?” Eric says, “He’ll be fine. We’re about to hydrate him, anyway. This will counteract any sobering effect the drinks have.” Nick says, “Alright, then.” He lines up the tip with the entrance to my blown-out hole. I swear I can already feel a burning sensation, and the plug isn’t even inside me. “He ya go, ya fucking pig.” Nick presses the greased-up plug into my open and eager hole. A gentle, constant pressure gets it two-thirds in without trouble. Then he slows down a bit, apparently finding resistance. “Okay, pig. Relax. Deep breaths.” I do my best to concentrate on my breathing despite being split open from below. I feel the massive plug continuing to stretch me and penetrate deeper into my guts. “Almost there,” Nick says. “Deep breath out.” I exhale slowly and loudly, just as I feel added pressure on the plug. Then I feel a bit of suction as my hole closes in around the base of the toy and locks it in place. “Oh my god,” Nick and I say. “This feels incredible. I’m so full and so open. And shit, there’s the burn. Oh, fuck guys, you’re gonna totally fuck me up.” Eric laughs at that. “Oh, right. Like you’re not already fucked up? You know you wanted more.” He’s right, so I don’t argue. They gingerly help me out of the sling so I can stretch my legs a bit and get blood flowing back to my feet. I follow them out to the kitchen, marveling at the feeling of walking with this massive toy locked inside my hole. All my attention is on my hole and the pressure it feels. If the guys are talking, I’m paying no attention. My hands roam around my crotch, my hole, and my perineum as I pace restlessly around the room. I just need to go back to getting fucked. I need more dicks inside me. I need to be a communal cumdump. After a moment, I’m startled back to reality by a bottle being held in front of my face. I look up. Nick is offering me a sports drink. “Down this,” he says. “You need the electrolytes, bad.” I chug the drink, almost in a single gulp. Nick laughs. “Well I guess the pig wasn’t just a hungry hole. He’s a thirsty hole, too!” He leaves and comes back a moment later. “Here, pig. Have another.” This one I get about halfway through before I slow down. “That’s better,” I hear Nick say. “Now take your time with the rest of it.” I take a few more sips, then set it on the table before wandering over to sit down on the couch. Once my butt hits the cushion, I realize how the frame of the couch pushes the huge butt plug further into me, lighting up my prostate. It feels amazing and distracts what little attention span I still have. I start rocking my hips back and forth, grinding my pelvis into the furniture. The depth of the penetration feels insane. “The fuck?” Nick says with a chuckle as he walks into the room. “Eric, you should come see this. Our pig here is fucking himself with his couch. Hell, he looks like he’d try to shove the whole thing up his hole if it had enough lube on it.” I’m too distracted by the pleasure signals coming from my prostate. I don’t even react to whatever Nick just said. Eric enters the room and laughs. “Yeah, he’s gone. Looks like he’d do anything we tell him to do and shove anything he can in his hole. He’s gonna be out of it for a while. You said he has someone coming over, right?” “I think so, yeah. Another top,” Nick says. “I hope the dude is seriously hung. Otherwise it’ll be like a hotdog down a hallway. I’ve never seen a fuck hole so opened up before.” Eric turns to Nick. “Alright. We should head out of here before he tries to swallow even more of our arms this time.” “Yeah, sounds good,” says Nick. “I need a nap, anyway.” Nick looks at me. “You okay if we head out?” By this point I’m bouncing up and down on the most massive toy ever to go inside my hole. I’m completely spun out, higher than I’ve ever been before. I’m staring absently at the porn playing on the screen, grunting from the butt plug’s assault and moaning when someone on the screen gets off. I’m locked in a self-feeding cycle of hedonistic pleasure, beyond the ability to respond to Nick. He nods. “Right. You’re good. I’m gonna say this to you now and hope it trickles through your brain for when you come back to earth. Remember to drink more.” My eyes flicker all around the room, eventually landing on the half-empty sports drink on the table. “Yeah, that,” Nick says. “Drink it. Okay, we’re out. Catch you later, you nasty fuck hole.”

Part 17 I'm not sure but I think I blacked out but not for long. When I came to Kevin's solid fit body was still laying on top of me and he was still breathing heavy with his face buried against my neck. And his thick cock was still in my cummy asshole and it was still hard. Opening my eyes my vision was blurred and I had trouble focusing. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest and in my temples, causing me to close my eyes again. Two intense fucks back to back, first from Drew then from Kevin, had me exhausted physically. Yet, still, a voice in my head was saying not to stop now. I wanted more. That thought had barely entered my head when I was aware of a wet cockhead pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and felt hard flesh pushing in. At the same moment, I opened my eyes to see Ryan kneeling by my head sliding more of his dick into my mouth. Our eyes locked in mutual heat and animalistic hunger. Instinctively I grabbed his asscheeks to pull more of his meat toward my throat. Ryan grinned hotly at me and ran one big hand through my sweat-drenched hair. “Oh yeah, Justin. Suck my big cock and get it hard and wet. Get it ready to slide all the way in your guts.” I moaned around his fat rod as my lips seemed stretched wider than ever. But I didn't mind. I wanted to suck him and taste him and make him feel good. His precum was covering my taste buds making me eager for more. I hummed around his cock and tightened the muscles in my mouth squeezing down on his shaft. “Fuck yeah, man!” he moaned loudly. “I can't wait to feel your cheating daddy ass squeeze my cock like that when I fuck you.” His dirty talk was making me hornier. Ryan's big dick came out of my nursing mouth suddenly as he had to change his position when Kevin finally stirred and raised his head from my neck. “Fuck buddy!” Kevin breathed huskily, his face mere inches from mine. “You got one damn sweet ass man. I haven't cum that hard or that much for a long time! Your hole felt so damn good around my bare cock. I'm going to be wanting some more of it,” he said with a glint in his eyes. “You'll get more,” Drew's voice said. “Now that Daddy Justin knows how good it feels to get fucked I'm sure he's going to be wanting more too.” “Damn right!” I croaked eliciting a laugh from all 3 studs. “But,” Drew continued, “it's Ryan's turn now to fill him with more cock and more cum.” “Hell yeah it is! So get your dick out of him Kevin so I can give him mine,” Ryan said in a playful tone but leaving no doubt he was more than ready to fuck me and add his cum to what Drew and Kevin had already spewed in me. “All right, all right. Let me pull out first,” Kevin murmured making all three of them laugh again. I let out a long guttural groan as I felt Kevin's long still-hard cock withdrawing from the depths of my hole. He kept pulling and pulling until finally I felt it tug at my abused asslips as his cockhead came free. Then I heard Kevin saying, “Damn guys look how his hole closed right back up as soon as my dick came out. He's not losing any of the cum in him.” Then I felt Ryan's muscled hairy body stretching over mine as he stood between my legs and pressed forward against my naked flesh. We didn't say a word as we opened our mouths and slid our tongues between each other's lips. I could feel Ryan's precum covered mushroom head pushing against my pucker as we made out. Another hard bare cock seeking entry to my tweaked up cheating married daddy ass as Drew called it. And I wasn't going to deny what we both wanted at that moment. I pulled my mouth from Ryan's and stared into his handsome sweaty face and black pupils. “Fuck me, Ryan. Shove your hard cock all the way in my hole and fucking use it until you cum! Breed me damn it! Breed me!” “Whatever you say, daddy,” Ryan huffed then did exactly that. He shoved every thick hard bare inch of his manhood balls deep into my guts. I tried to scream but the force of his thrust into me knocked the breath out of me so all I could do was gasp. Ryan had not moved his cock any at all once he had it buried in my ass. I was still trying to catch my breath and fight the feeling that I was going to pass out. Then Ryan's face above mine, one hand playing with my hard nips. “Breathe, dude,” he whispered softly, gently pecking my lips. “Just breathe and let your ass adjust to it all. Focus on how good it feels having another dick inside you. You get hot feeling your ass filled with another cock don't you daddy? It turns you on knowing that you're letting three men fuck you and breed you. And you love giving yourself up to the sleazy forbidden sex. And doing it all behind her back makes it so much hotter and better. Right?” Ryan's soft seductive voice, his dirty talk about cocks and getting bred all helped me to regroup. And he was right. It WAS hotter knowing that my wife had no clue. I felt Ryan flex his massive tool inside me and it made me groan. “Yeah, it feels so good, so perfect with a dick in my hole. And knowing she doesn't know...is...even better,” I said in a low voice. Then feeling a sensuous darkness overwhelm me I grabbed his furry hard nips in my hands and told him, “Fuck me, Ryan! Hard and deep! Give it all to me!” Then as if out of nowhere I heard Drew say, “He's going to, Daddy Justin. Don't worry. But first take some more fuck smoke to get you good and ready.” Drew knew I wouldn't turn down more fuck smoke, even with a cock in my guts. I took three long pulls on the glass pipe and felt the buzz run through me. I knew this was going to be another awesome fuck!! (to be continued)

Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing a story as a project for myself. I have always enjoyed reading erotic stories, yet I've never tried to write one. All I can say is - damn it isn't easy. I found it quite a struggle. My hat off to the many gifted writers. English is my first language, but I am terrible at spotting grammatical errors and I didn't want to spend too much time proof reading. For the grammatically gifted, I am sorry if I hurt your eyes. Chapter 1 and 2 turned out a lot longer than I expected and I am not sure how to reduce it. Chapter 3 onwards are the more "raunchier" sections (I hope that's how they turn out anyway) Trigger warnings: Cheating (reconcilation), drug use (ecstasy and ice), older/younger, pozz play This story is set around the mid 2000s. Chapter 1 - Jim POV “Jim, I’m sorry to tell you that your results have come back positive for HIV,” the doctor said. The result was not a surprise. It has been a month since I broke up with Ray and returned to my home town. We had been together for 2 years. Ray, who was poz, and had introduced me to the pleasure and joy of bareback and chemsex (ecstasy). I had known Ray was positive when we first met. We had always played it safe up until the first time we fucked bare when we were high on ecstasy. Ray had already stretched my hole a few times with his thick 8.5” cock while wearing a condom. My hole was nicely stretched and loose from all the fucking he had given. The third pill of the night was coming on. I remembered my skin and hole feeling so sensitive. I knew Ray’s cock and knob gets especially sensitive too as he got higher. We were face to face kissing with his sensed-enhanced knob pressing gently against my sensitive hole without penetrating (something we always love doing before wrapping up). We’re moaning as we were kissing when his knob slipped into my stretched hole. We both froze as we looked into each other's eyes. Ray kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth and he gently slipped only his cockhead in and out. It felt amazing, completely different to his wrapped cock. I could always feel the cold clammy condom, but when I was high, the heightened sensation highlighted the restriction even more. This time, it was warm naked flesh. It felt so good. A part of me was terrified, but at the same time I never felt so close to Ray, the beginnings of a perfect physical joining. We moaned into each other’s mouth, not daring to say a word to break the spell. From just his knob sliding in and out, he pushed until half his 8.5” cock was sliding in and out. My arms went from around his neck to his thrusting arse and pulled him closer and he slid completely into me. His hairy crotch and balls pressing against my smooth arse. We kissed for a bit more as we revel in the physical and chemmed up connection. Then Ray pushed himself up and repositioned himself and gave me a pounding all the while looking at my face. While my favourite is him fucking me face to face so that we can watch each other’s horned up expressions, I also loved him fucking me lying facedown on my stomach. Feeling his muscular older, weathered hairy legs lewdly pressing against my slimmer smooth thighs, pushing my thighs opened so that his slick bare cock was able to slide completely in and out of my hole. Our entire bodies naked skin, down to our cock and hole just pressing against each other in the animalistic act that is supposed to be also love making. We tried to go back to condoms a few times, but the moment the ecstasy hit, we both only wanted it bare. Ray made sure never to come in me, but with all the hours of fucking, I could feel his cock becoming slick with pre-cum. I kept trying to convince myself it would be alright. Bare sex was a special thing boyfriends shared. Unfortunately, things ended between us as Ray wanted an open relationship, while I wanted us to be exclusive. I did give open-relationship a go. Our rules were that we played it safe when playing with other guys as we viewed that fucking bare was something special between boyfriends. The few times I played with another guy, when his wrapped dick penetrated me, it was very uncomfortable with the cold clammy rubbery feel of the condom. It simply paled into insignificance compared to Ray’s bare cock. The news from the doctor was not unexpected, but certainly what I dread. -Positive, I can’t have bareback sex with my boyfriend in future - well, maybe they are poz as well,- I thought to myself, my mind barely registering the doctor’s spiel. I refocused on what the doctor was saying, “... you must ensure to have safe sex even if you have sex with other positive guys. Otherwise you may get re-infected by a different strain of HIV, not to mention the risk of other STDs that you want to prevent with your compromised immune system.” -Or maybe no more bareback sex forever… ugh… how depressing. I can’t even be totally intimate with a boyfriend without risk of harming them even if they are positive. Maybe I should give up sex entirely. 25 and having to give up sex - your life is going “great”, Jim,- I barely contained my bitterness in my mind. The sense of loss weighing greatly on me. This was in late 2004. I felt extremely isolated and I did not feel I could talk to my family or friends about this. Being quite an introvert in the first place, I do not have many friends. Most of my friends seem to be extroverts who have taken an interest in me. Part of my mind was aware that if I lost my friends and family because of this, they probably weren’t really friends or family. But there was a fear of losing what limited social connections I had. I do not know how to proceed with dates from now on. Will I ever find a partner? I’ve been in the gay scene long enough to be pretty jaded about relationships and yet I cannot deny it is something I crave. I threw myself into a recently released MMO for a while to satisfy social contact. Digital strangers that I do not have to meet and where I have nothing to lose. Eventually, I reconciled with myself that I didn’t have to tell any one-night stands about my status. However, I should always play it safe and be responsible so as not to infect the other party. Once I came to that decision, I created a profile on gaydar, added some pics from my digital camera and scrolled through the personnels. A profile caught my eye - a 52 years old hairy muscular daddy going by Hairy50. His profile listed himself as a top and stated drug use as “recreational” and safe sex “always”. He is 10 years older than Ray and similarly built (probably more muscular and a little beefier) and equally hairy. Totally my type - argh and I need to stop thinking about Ray. I thought Hairy50 might find me too young though, so I didn’t message him and continued scrolling. My friends never understood my preference for older men. They expressed that they feel grossed out when older guys hit on them. Unlike them, I always liked older men, especially if they have the heady combination of being perverse yet nurturing and affectionate. I can never quite reconcile the strange dichotomy in traits. How can I want a man who wants to use me for his pleasure and yet be loving/affectionate? I’ll have better luck finding a unicorn. As I continued scrolling, a message came. Hairy50: Sexy pics - I love slim smooth guys, I see you live in nearby. Horny? 😉 Me (Jim): Haha, thanks. Your pics are sexy too. I wasn’t sure if I was your type. Yea, I’m horny. Been awhile since I had fun. What do you have in mind? Hairy50: Oh? Cute thing like you not had a fun in a while? I find that hard to believe. I see you are a bottom on your profile. Well, as my profile says, I am a top 😉 Me (Jim): It is going to sound pitiful, but I broke up recently, so I have been trying finding my feet. Haha, yes am a bottom Hairy50: Ah I see… do/have you done chems? Me (Jim): I have done ecstasy with my ex before… Hairy50: I have ecstasy 😉 Why don’t you come over, and we’ll take some ecstasy together and chill out, and see where this leads? 😉 My name is Ted Me (Jim): I’m Jim - alright. I play safe only Ted/Hairy50: Me too. —- Ted was dressed in a singlet and shorts when he opened the door. His singlet exposed his toned, muscular arms and hairy forearms. He was wearing glasses, unlike his pictures, which framed his amber eyes. It made him look very distinguished and sexy. Ted was about 5’9, maybe a finger width shorter than me but broader and more powerful. Definitely broader than Ray, though Ray was slightly taller and slightly leaner. Ted had some beef to his muscular frame which made it all the more sexier. He had short cropped greying hair that matched the colour of the hair on his forearms, legs and sported a five o’clock shadow. Ted’s shorts were tight and accentuated his thick muscular hairy thighs, the shorts clearly outlining Ted’s cock. Ted having a similar body to Ray, made my mind think back to how much pleasure it was feeling Ray’s hairy legs pressing my smooth legs apart as his juicy rock hard cock ploughed into my hole. The power of feeling a mature virile older man pinning me down with his body and having his way with me. I wondered if I would feel that tonight… but with a condom of course. -Well, that’s a downer,- I thought. “Hi Jim, nice to meet you. Come on in.” “Thanks,” I snapped out of my reverie, “you look great too.” “Well come on in, have a seat and I’ll get us drinks.” I sat on the couch as Ted brought out some drinks and with the pills. “So, shall we take a pill each? I have had them before, they are pretty good. You will like them.” I nodded, partly with nerves and partly with excitement. I mentally steeled myself to make sure I play safe. With only Ray as my only previous experience for high sex, I knew I turned into a bare slut for Ray’s cock - but he was my boyfriend at the time. I need to be better now that I am poz and I can’t be taking a stranger's cock bare. We took a pill each and started chatting while waiting for the drugs to come on. Ted also took a blue pill and gave me one as well. Ted explained that he moved to my town for work about a month or so ago. He wanted a change and left his city. He was fortunate that one of his hook ups after he moved here was able to give him the contact for his dealer. I could feel the ecstasy slowly coming on when Ted said, “As I told you online, I like slim, lean and toned smooth guys like yourself. You look nerdier in person, which I mean in a good way. I love the nerdy look. What kind of guys do you like?” “Well,” my face turned slightly red with embarrassment, I was still feeling quite shy and reserved as the ecstasy hadn't fully come on, “guys like yourself.” “Oh? And what kind of guy is that?” Ted asked playfully. “Well, older… masculine… beefy, muscular… hairy… but you know, they don't always have to have all those characteristics,” I responded, trying not to choke with embarrassment. “So is your ex similar to me?” His question took me by surprise, but I responded “yes…” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. I was just trying to find out what kind of guy you go for and the drugs are making me speak before I think.” “No it is alright,” I could feel more of the drug coming on, “well Ray is very similar to you. Hairy and built like you. He is 50–” “He is a bit older than you then, around my age but slightly younger,” he said with a smile. He placed his hands on one of my exposed slim and toned thighs, stroking it, “mmm, I really like your smooth thighs.” The drugs enhanced my sense of touch as his hands rubbed against my thighs and I started feeling my cock grow. The effects of the drugs came on stronger and I got bolder, reaching out and rubbing his hairy beefy legs, my hand inches away from his hardening member, “well I like your hairy legs, more than my smooth thighs.” “Let’s get comfortable naked,” he said. We stripped naked. I started feeling really relaxed, yet horny. I admired his naked hairy muscular and beefy body, imagining him pressing me down taking me properly the way Ray did. -Snap out of it, you have to be responsible and play safe. Bare sex is meant to be special between boyfriends/partners/husbands. Showing that you give yourselves to each other completely and trust each other. Not casual sex with a stranger- Ted’s eyes burned with heat as he took in my naked form, my cock rock hard as this stage. I have always felt self conscious about being slim and not being able to put on muscle easily. I am also naturally smooth and quite fair (I avoid the sun). I keep my black hair short. But the way he stared at me lustfully made me feel sexy. Ted’s cock was rock hard. -It looks almost like Ray’s cock,- my traitorous mind thought back to my ex.-8.5”, thick and uncut cock-. The swollen knobs with the foreskin pulled back looked the same, the length and thickness and the shape of the shaft looked the same. Even their low hanging, full and hairy balls look the same. If he were to only look at their crotches, I would not be able to tell the difference between Ted and Ray. Unlike Ray’s cock, Ted’s cock already started oozing pre-cum in the early stages of arousal. Ray usually ooze pre-cum after more stimulation. The similarities made me crave for my sensed enhanced hole to feel the bare skin to skin penetration with that full cock. Ted looked into my eyes, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His tongue ravishing my mouth. His 8.5” hard cock pressed dominantly against my 6” cock. “I’m glad you came over,” he said in between kisses. I could only mumble unintelligible responses as my hands held onto his strong back and caressed them. He pulled us apart and said, “Do you mind if I put on some dance music? I love it while having sex on ecstasy.” “Oh I love that too when I’m on ecstasy,” I responded. “Excellent,” Ted responded, putting on a eurotrash playlist. He swapped lighting for a red tinted lighting turning the room to look like some sleazy room. Ted sat back against the head of the bed,his thick hairy legs spread wide apart with his hard cock sticking lewdly out of his hairy crotch, “Come over here and suck me.” I lay stomach down in-between his legs, my mouth salivating all over his virile member. I licked the shaft gently, teasing him. He moaned with pleasure when I took his entire cock into my mouth and sucked it - I could taste the salty pre-cum leaking out of his cock. It seemed to leak quite continuously which was so incredibly hot. “Yea, suck that cock,” he moaned, “look at the mirror as you suck my cock.” There was a full length mirror on the built-in wardrobe beside the bed. In the red tinged lighting, I see myself,a younger slim man, in between a man old enough to be my dad, me servicing him. He looked into my eyes through the mirror with a lewd gaze before his gaze moved onto my ass. “Mmm, you should bring your ass to my mouth to let me lick your hole while you suck me,” he said. Ted slid down the bed so that he was lying flat. I brought my arse to his mouth as he licked it. I gasped and said, “I miss how sensitive my hole becomes when I’m high.” “Yea? Well, my cock becomes super sensitive too when I get high. Keep sucking my cock while I lick your hole.” We revelled in the pleasure and enhanced sensitivity servicing each other and being able to watch ourselves performing our lewd act in the mirror. We sucked and licked each other to the beat of the music. It was like a half dance, half sex reverie. Ted stopped at one point and said, “I got to fuck your hole.” He moved to lay me on my back with my legs up in the air. He reached to the side of his bed to get a box of condoms and lube. A part of me felt disappointed I would not be reliving high bare sex like I had experienced with my ex. Another part of me was relieved I didn’t have to battle my self control to ensure I remained responsible and not harm Ted. He wrapped the condom over his thick hard leaking cock and poured a generous amount of lube. He pressed his palms on the back of my thighs, angling my arse upwards. He lined his cock against my hole and gently pressed slowly to penetrate. The cold, rubbery condom was a bit of a shock to my sensitive hole. The contrast of our totally naked bodies pressing against each other and yet feeling Ted’s sheathed cock was stark and jarring. I willed my mind not to focus on it and to focus on this sexy older man taking me. I managed to enjoy being filled and fucked as best as I could. Ted was a sexy man after all We fucked for several songs, and when we took a break, my mind wondered that if I had still been negative, I might be able to ask him to fuck me raw. -No, you only met the guy. Gosh, the drugs make you such a slut. We only let our significant other fuck ys raw. Get your act together, this is probably a one-off and if you tell him about your status, he may not want to see you again- The final thought made me feel very alone and low before I shrugged the train of thought off. We laid back on the bed to catch our breath (well, more Ted since he did the fucking). My eyes drank in Ted’s form leaning back lazily. Ted said, “I like the way you look at me.” “I like the way you look at me, too,” I responded, smiling in a serotonin addled manner. “So, keen to have another half?” Ted asked, smiling wickedly. “Yea, why not.” We downed another half a pill each. We chatted a bit. We jumped from topic to topic. Ted mentioned that he moved into town recently. I told him I only just returned to my hometown a few months back after things ended with Ray.The conversation flowed really easily, as we talked about any topic we might jump on. It was a nice easy connection, I wondered if it was normal on ecstasy. Afterall, I’ve only experienced it with Ray before and no one else. At one point, Ted suddenly had a far away look as if he were debating something. “Everything alright?” I asked. Ted looked at me, as if resolving something and said, “I really like you, and would like to meet up again. But I want to be upfront with you about something now rather than later.” Ted took a deep breath and said, “I’m HIV positive, and I’ll always play safe with you to keep you safe - that is if you still want to play. If you don’t, I understand as well.” I was dumbfounded, I think my jaw dropped at that moment. The shock must have been quite evident on my drugged fucked face. Ted must have read my expression wrongly and said, “I’m sorry to have shocked you. But as I said, if you don’t want to play and have to go, I understand.” “I still want to play with you. It doesn’t upset me. I mean my ex, Ray, was positive too. It didn’t bother me then. Well, I am positive now as well. Only found out a month ago. Still trying to get my head around it.” “You became poz because of your ex?” I nodded in response. “Did you guys not play it safe?” I sheepishly responded, “in the beginning we did. I remember thinking when we first started seeing each other that it is a pity we could not share the ultimate intimacy of fucking without a condom like other boyfriends. But after he introduced me to ecstasy, we couldn’t resist fucking without a condom. It felt so intensely intimate and close to each other with nothing between us. We managed to resist him cumming in me, though, with how raw his cock and raw my hole was with all the fucking and pre-cum, it probably mattered not.” “Have you fucked bare with anyone else before you met, Ray?” Ted asked as he ran his hairy arms against smooth chest and stomach, looking at me intensely. “With Pete, my ex before Ray, that’s all. And before you ask, yes, Pete cummed in me” He smiled at me teasingly, “You’re a sweet bottom, aren’t you. Saving your raw hole only for your boyfriends. So how old was Pete.” “Pete? Hm, he would be 45 now. Well, not that it matters I “save” my hole any more. The doctor said that I’m always to have safe sex even with other poz guys to ensure that we don’t accidentally reinfect each other with a different strain,” I stroked his strong hairy forearms. The drugs clearly made both of us very tactile. “Yeah, that is what my doctor said too. Did your doctor prescribe you meds, Jim?” “He did suggest it as the viral load is high, but I have not decided. I am worried about side effects. You?” “Same,” Ted responded, staring into the ceiling, then turned to me, “How-about we take another half?” “What, so soon, I feel the first half is just coming on.” He smirked, “Let’s celebrate getting completely shitfaced and wasted.” “What are we celebrating?” “That we have both somehow found a poz friend in this tiny town.” “Alright, why not.” We downed a second half pill. He sat up and leaned back on the bed again, legs spreading apart and looked lustfully at my naked body. Thrusting his hips and flopping his growing member, he said, “I can feel the first half is coming on, and I think my cock needs some attention.” I grinned as I crawled between his legs again taking his cock into my mouth. His cock grew rock hard in my mouth as I moved my mouth up and down his hard shaft. He looked at me with his lewd smashed face in the mirror and asked, “So how big is Ray?” I released his cock from my mouth and with one hand slowly stroked his hard member, running my other hand through his hairy chest that was both soft with a bit of beef but hard with muscle underneath. His hands caressed my arms and head, “Funny you ask. When I first saw your hard cock,” I gave the cock a good squeeze and it throbbed in response, “I thought it looked very similar in size and shape as Ray. Same as your balls and hairiness. I mean, if I just look at your crotch area, it looks exactly like how I remember Ray’s crotch.” Ted moaned at me squeezing his member and said softly, “So I’ll be fucking you as deep as he had ever been.” “You’re wicked, I like a wicked top” I said to him with my smashed grin and took his cock in my mouth and sucked it some more. “Mmm, get on your back, Jim. Lift your legs and spread your cheeks. I want to eat that hole of yours good.” Ted got onto his knees and lifted my arse up in the air to his mouth. As he ate my hole, he stared into my eyes. We both looked completely drugged fucked and I felt completely smashed, and amazing. My skin all over felt incredibly sensitive and I loved the feel of his naked hairy skin pressing against my smooth skin. Where our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel our sticky sweat slicking against each other. His tongue probed as deep into my hole as he could. His 5 o’clock shadow scraped against the entrance of my hole and cheeks, roughing the entrance to my hole. His tongue teasing my hole made it feel incredibly hungry and needed to be filled, “please fuck me,” i begged, not caring I was begging like a slut, completely to different to how I would normally behave. The red tinged light made the room seem like a whore room. He lowered my arse to the bed and pushed my legs back against my torso. He looked down towards his rock hard cock and lined it against my hole. I gasped when his bare leaking knob pressed against the entrance of my hole wet with his spit. He looked at me with a wicked look, gyrating the knob against the entrance of my hole without pushing it in. I moaned as it felt so good. I tried to remind him to wear a condom, but I couldn’t find the words.He gave a low moan, almost like a growl, and said, “My knob is so sensitive. This feels so good.” The second half pill we took started to come on and it made my hole even hungrier for Ted’s bare cock. I thought back to how tactile and how amazing it felt to be completely wasted and fucked by a bare cock. My hole twitched in memory and anticipation against Ted’s knob as if trying to draw it in. I hoped Ted would just plunge his dick into me Ted kept his cock from going in, rubbing his precum and wetting the entrance to my hole. He asked, “So, Jim, you’ve always been a sweet bottom saving bare hole for your boyfriends… maybe you should let me teach you how to be a bad boy and enjoy letting a stranger fuck you bare.” I almost said yes immediately. I was holding onto Ted’s arse and had to resist pulling him forward so that his cock would slip into my willing hole. Though I resisted, I secretly hoped Ted just pushed his cock forward anyway, taking me completely. I lamely responded, “Didn’t you say you earlier want to keep me safe? O…our doctors said that we shouldn’t fuck bare with other guys with HIV too as we might end up passing each other our strains.” A reminder of the danger of swapping strains did not act as a wet blanket to both of us to remind ourselves to be wary. Instead, I felt my cock becoming so hard it ached. Ted cock throbbed and jerked at the reminder. -Oh god, why am I turned on about our strains mixing. He is turned on by the idea too. God, he looks so high. I feel so high. This is so horny and amazing,- I thought. Ted leaned over and kissed me surprisingly gently and slowly. It was probably the drugs talking but it felt incredibly intimate even though it was with someone I met for the first time. Breaking the kiss, he whispered to me, “I did say I would keep you safe, didn’t I? But that was only because I thought you were neg and I wanted to protect you from HIV. Since you are already poz, it seems such a waste not to take the opportunity to get maximum pleasure out of each other’s bodies.” Ted kissed me gently again before pulling our mouths apart looking deeply into my eyes, “We’ve been dealt with shit cards in getting HIV. How often do you think we may end up meeting another guy with HIV in this little town? Do you never want to ever experience the pleasure of high bare sex? To enjoy sex the way it should be - Without any restrictions in the most intimate and pleasurable manner. Unlike you with Ray, only you were the only one taking risks. This time, you and I will take risks together. We’re sharing it.” My resistance broke, I remembered how wonderful my body felt when I was being taken by Ray’s 8.5” cock. Feeling his hairy body against me. Watching sheer pleasure in his eyes as my hole pleasured his bare throbbing cock. I wanted Ted’s body and cock to give me pleasure the same way Ray did. I wanted to give Ted pleasure with my body the way I did with Ray. I shouldn’t, but in this drug haze, the forbidden fruit was so sweet. To give each other pleasure and to put each other at risk for the sake of hedonistic pleasure. I wrapped my legs around Ted and my hands reached for his arse to pull it forward a little. He gave me a lewd look as his knob penetrated into my hole slowly. How I missed this - a warm hard raw cock filling me up. As his cock slid in slowly, deliberately, I said, “You’re a wicked old man. Corrupting me.” His eyes shined with evil delight, “Yes, corrupting a sweet young man like you. Teaching you the pleasure of having bare risky sex with a stranger.” As he bottomed up, I felt his hairy crotch and balls pressed against my smooth arse cheeks. There is now a congruent feeling of naked skin, naked cock and naked hole. Ted growled into my mouth as we kissed gently like we were lovers, “your hole feels so good on my cock. It is made for my cock. When I said I would be fucking you as deep as Ray did, this is what I was thinking of. My bare cock going into your hole as deep as his bare cock ever did. Leaking pre-cum deep into you as Ray ever did. What would Ray think, his sweet ex boyfriend being corrupted by an even older man and letting him fuck bare even though they’ve met for the first time.” “Oh, you’re such a dirty old man, Ted… I love it,” I responded into his mouth in between kisses. I could see the smirk in his eyes as we were staring into each other’s eyes, kissing gently as he thrusted in and out of me to the beat of the music as our minds felt like our bodies had melted into each other. Occasionally, we looked at the mirror on the wardrobe watching ourselves in our sex act. The contrast between our body types could be clearly seen, his thick muscular frame, pressing on my slim frame. His hairy body pressed against my smooth pale body. This sexy older weathered man against my younger self. “Yea, you like being taken by a dirty old man that is even older than your ex and old enough to be your father? I am not just taking your bare hole tonight, Jim. I am going to cum in your hole. All those times Ray fucked you and you never got to have a dirty old man flood your guts with his cum properly. I’m going to have something Ray never did and it is only the first time we met. We’re going to have a really long session so that by the time we end, your hole will be so raw and sore, you will be knocked up with my strain of HIV alongside Ray’s.” I was not a bug chaser when I was with Ray. Ted’s words should have shocked me, but instead the thought of being knocked up by Ted’s strain turned me on so much. Like it was incredibly intimate. “At the end of our session, I want my cock to be so raw, sore and chafed, you will infect me with Ray’s strain too. You and me, complete fluid bonding. That is what the second half of the pill is for Jim. What I wanted to celebrate, I just had to take the opportunity for us to have sex the right way, bare and raw. I don’t know Ray, but I’m sure that is why he introduced you to drugs. He wanted to have sex with you the proper way,” Ted continued with an evil lewd look on his face as he kept thrusting his cock in and out of me. A small part of my mind feels like I should be terrified of mixing our strains. However, my drugged addled mind craved the ultimate physical intimacy and fluid bonding with Ted, even if it is the first time we have just met. “That is so wicked, Ted. We really shouldn’t be fucking bare, but your bare cock feels so amazing, too amazing to resist,” I blabbered. “It makes it more exciting that we shouldn’t be doing this, isn’t it Jim? Being so irresponsible? Taking risks for pure pleasure? Knowing that your sexual partner is risking harming you for his pure pleasure and you are doing the same? Letting a stranger, an older man take you completely? I love my body violating a younger man, especially with my bare cock. The forbidden fruit makes sex so much sweeter” He punctuated each sentence pulling out completely with a sloppy ‘plop’ sound and ramming and breaching my hole. His thrust became more frantic and the drugged fuel intimacy gave way to drugged fuelled animalistic pounding. My hole was getting slick and slimy with his pre-cum as he fucked my hole. His bare cock hitting my prostate and I could feel myself building up. “I’m going to cum if you keep fucking me like this,” I told Ted. “Cum for me, Jim. I’m going to cum too.” I felt my orgasm exploding from my prostate to my cock. The sensation of cumming magnified by Ted’s cocking ramming against my prostate. Ted gasped and he thrust himself deep into me and stayed there. His body tensed as he shuddered. As if he wanted to make sure he delivered his poz cum deep into me. -I let him cum in me, I let someone I met for the first time cum into me- I thought Ted gave me a quick kiss and he pulled out of my sore used hole. He moved down onto my stomach and licked my cum off of my stomach. I giggled as it was rather ticklish. When he finished, he lay back onto the bed panting saying, “That was amazing. I got to catch my breath. We’re not done yet young man.” In my mind, I thought I should be disgusted with myself for letting myself be taken so irresponsibly. Yet, instead I felt extremely content and satisfied. Thinking back to when I received my diagnosis, I still remembered feeling a great sense of loss thinking that I would never be able to experience high bare sex after only ever experiencing it with Ray. And yet, tonight, I got to relive that experience with Ted, who was wicked. It was amazingly satisfying. “Well, tonight was unexpected,” I said. Ted moved his hands to hold onto my hands, “It was. I’m really happy to have met you, Jim. I really hope we can do this again. More often. But before that, we are still not done for the night, maybe the weekend.”

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.” +++

My name is Will. I live in the South, in a really big small town, or a really small big town, however you want to describe the place. At the time I had just turned 30 and was very cute with dark messy hair and long eyelashes. I didn’t hang out many people so I had the reputation for being mysterious and that got me a lot of play. I also had the reputation of barebacking a lot, but everyone else was also barebacking, right? I was hanging out at one of the two gay bars in my town on a Tuesday night. This was the seedier of the two and on a Tuesday it was just a meat market. Of course I was trying to get laid. Why else would I have been there? I was sitting at the bar with my back to the pool tables trying to pick up Dave, who sort-of worked at the bar. Or at least just thought he did. Anyhow, I knew he was a big whore, he was so cute and funny that I just didn’t care - I wanted to fuck the hell out of him. I’m 5’10 and, after running a furniture store for several years my body was thick and strong. Dave was five inches shorter and looked like Peter Pan. I thought we made a great looking set, but Dave was hedging his bets. You know, trying to put off deciding who to choose because of the promise of something better coming along. I knew there wasn’t anything better coming along, but hey, we all know the type right? I had noticed he was also talking to a guy to his right, I was on his left. I looked over and the guy was really sexy, lean, clean cut and very preppy looking. He was obviously young because he bore the mark of the underage, Giant Xes on his hands in permanent marker to stop him from drinking. I was tired of Dave’s bullshit and was ready to call the night a bust, so I leaned over to Dave and told him I was calling a cab and going home. Dave said “Hey Mark," pointing at the guy to his right who was just about to leave, "I bet he’ll give you a ride.” I looked over at Mark who nodded shyly and I quietly remarked to Dave "I thought that Mark was your trick for the night." Dave whispered to me “No, you've got it wrong. Mark’s my ex, but just to warn you he loves to fuck and if you think I’m a whore, you haven’t seen anything yet!” I looked over again at Mark and thought the night might be looking but it was probably too good to be true, because although he was a slimmer than I normally went for, Mark was beautiful. With that Dave introduced us, and casually mentioned to Mark that I needed a ride home. Mark looked me up and down and quickly said "Sure, I'll give you a lift," and with that we were on our way. I just lived ten minutes from the bar so we just made a little small talk on the ride back. I asked him if Dave was a fun fuck and that relaxed him and got him talking. When we got to my place he asked if I had anything to drink, since he couldn’t get anything at the bar so I invited him to come on up. We had a couple shots of Everclear and were chasing with a Corona, and Mark told he had asked Dave to hook us up earlier and reached over and kissed me. We made out for a few minutes and I said we should go to the bedroom and we did. I took his clothes off. It's one of my things. I love to undress a guy. He was fucking perfect: tall, smooth, and a nine inch dick. It wasn't fair. He was fuckin' perfect. When I took my shirt off he ran his hands over my chest and stomach and said “I love fucking muscle guys!” Up until this point I had thought I was topping. "You’re a top?" I asked. “Yeah man, I don’t get fucked” he replied. "What makes you think I do?" I replied. "Oh, people talk" he casually remarked as he started pulling at my nipples. Damn people did talk. Playing with my nipples was the sure way to make me take a dick and a few people knew that. No matter what I was in the mood for, if you played with my nipples enough I would let you fuck. It wasn’t long before he had pushed my back on the bed, pulled my pants off and had my legs on his shoulders. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and the pushed the head of his dick in. I couldn’t believe this kid. I barely knew him, and his bare cock was deep in my hole. He was so young and sweet I was sure it would be okay. He was good at it too. He worked that big dick in my ass till I was whimpering for it harder and harder. The more he fucked the less innocent he seemed, and the mantra he kept saying, “Fucking you bareback is so hot!” only added to the excitement. After a few minutes I suddenly felt really wet and warm inside, he had cum in my ass with no warning. "Did you just cum in me" I asked him, but he didn't seem to hear me, and just kept on pumping. There was something about that, about him loading my ass up without even clearing doing so with me. Man I wanted more. He must have seen that I was losing control cause he got ready to blow the second load he let me know “Fuck man I’m cumming, take all of it man, all of it! Fuck here it is, here its is!” With that my ass was flooded a second time. After he caught his breath he commented “I didn’t think you take my load like that man!” Not that he gave me much choice. Fuck, I thought. He pulled out and fell in bed beside me, pulled me on my side and spooned me, with my ass leaking his own cum out onto his slicked up dick and that’s how we fell asleep. I woke in the middle of the night with Mark pushing the head of his dick back into my ass for round three. When he blew in me again he left his dick in me and we fell back asleep like that. When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I didn’t hear from him in the next few days so I just chalked it up to a hot one-nighter and man, was it hot. Two weeks went by and I was trying to pick up a guy on Saturday night at the better of the two bars in town. He was a pretty guy, a little on the stocky side but I loved that and he had a great ass. To my surprise he turned me down, saying "No man, I heard you are positive!” I told him that I didn’t know where he had heard that but it wasn’t true. He replied “No, Mark told everybody that he fucked you without a condom a few weeks ago. He said he felt really bad about doing it, but you let him nut in you three times and never even asked. Everyone knows Mark is positive, man!” I tried to play it off like it never happened, but my face was on fire and I just walked away. Sure enough, a few weeks late I came down with the flu. 'Fuck', I thought. This is a true story. But what do you think? Is it the end, or the beginning?

So I have only gone raw with one guy. He’s been breeding me 1-2 times a week. We did start with a condom but in the heat of the moment I told home I wanted it raw, been doing it that was ever since. I see a lot of bottoms on here saying they will only bottom raw. I didn’t notice a feeling difference on my end. Obviously he enjoys bare more. I do enjoy walking around after filled with his cum though. Does anyone else not really notice if they are raw or not? I know we are goi g to try and break a condom at some point because that’s something he wants to try. Maybe then I’ll notice a difference.

So, I had some hot adventures, but I was too busy to report it. However, I’m currently in Munich for work and I remembered the CAMP Munich how amazing was almost 6 years ago. Unfortunately, I was dead tired at previous two nights so I had to skip fun. Tonight I also was off but I don’t have to wake up early. So, around midnight, I headed to the CAMP. I was curious if it would be so amazing as I remembered. When I arrived everybody watched the tv because of the final of the Eurovision. Even though a younger guy started to follow me and I immediately turned into a cubicle (there are only cubicles but without door). After a short foreplay he made it obvious that he wanted to fuck me. I bent over to the wall, pushed out my ass and he was in me soon. He fucked me for a while and unloaded his seed. Load 1 is checked. Not much later more and more guys came. I recognised an older guy with huge cock. He was in another cubicle. After he fucked my throat mercilessly, he pulled me up and pushed his finger in my hole. He was satisfied with realising that I already had a dose in me. He started to fuck and an old guy with not too long but extremely thick cock stepped in and pushed my head to his cock. They spit roasted me until the fucker came in me. Load 2 is checked. Later I went to a cubicle on whose wall two glory holes were. As I stepped in, in the right hole a cock appeared. I started to suck. I was sucking for a while when a thicker cock appeared in the left one. The sexiest guy in the place came in, went on his knees beside me and started to suck it. It was extremely sexy as we did it together. Not much later he stood up, turned back and tried to push himself onto this cock. He tried more times but it didn’t succeed, so he left. After that I started to suck the two cocks one after the other. The first cock disappeared , so I continued with the thicker one. I thought that I also gave a try. Or the cock was harder or I was more stretched but I was successful. He started to fuck me even faster until he came. Load 3 is checked. After a short cruising I crashed the old guy with shorter but extremely thick cock. I immediately started to suck him bending over, so he could touch my hole (I wore a jockstrap). As he touched my dull with cum hole, he turned me back, bent me onto the wall and started to fuck. It lasted some minutes and came. Loas 4 is checked. As I continued my cruising I saw this sexiest guy in the place. He was kissing and stroking with a guy but nodded to me to join them. I assumed that he was bottom but he offered me his cock for suck. He didn’t wait for long. He made it obvious without even a word that he wanted to fuck me. And he did it. He fucked me quite long when I could feel that he was close and then with heavy breathing he gave me my next load. load 5 is checked. Finally I found a fully naked guy who started to suck me. Not much later another guy joined us. He sucked both of us but somehow he finished and left. I continued to suck this guy. Then I turned back and he fuck me quickly until he came. load 6 is checked. I felt tired and decided to leave when I found the sexiest guy in the place on his back and with spread legs. Another guy was fucking him and a third fucked the fucker. When they interrupted the session I stepped into the place of the fucker and fucked this guy. Then change the place, the fucker continued the fuck and a newer guy fucked him. This unloaded his cum into the fucker and left. I stepped back and started to fuck the fucker until my first orgasm. Not much later I found them again as they were close. Started to wank and everyone shot his loads onto the sexiest guy’s chest. long story short, I love that place

I was using emulate in the simple sense of ‘match by imitation’, meaning only that the cumdump takes on the role of the hole the peg fits into - that being the same thing females are biologically designed for. I did not intend to imply emulate in the sense of ‘striving to equal or surpass’, though in my own case I would be delighted to achieve a state in which my cunt could deliver a breeding experience truly on a par with the anatomy actually made for the purpose. The way I meant it was more along the lines of ‘acts in place of’. It must be pointed out that there are some cumdumps who do emulate females, at least to some degree, with transvestism and sissification, but this is certainly a subset.

When I top and I'm about to blow, I do what I want as a bottom. First, I pin him down. If it's missionary, I might pin his arms, or hold him down with a forearm. If it's doggy, I might push his head down, or slip my arm around his neck. Then I say something like 'You're getting my load.' From there, I take my time with some big, deliberate thrusts. Afterwards, I'm as gentle as can be - caressing his body, kissing his neck, holding his face. He usually wants to marry me.

Eager ass here

Well done. You’re a very lucky faggot. I hope I’m lucky enough to find a Master like yours soon. Being pimped out is such an honour. Your Master is staking His reputation on you and clearly trusts you to provide the required level of service. And it’s an opportunity for you to ensure your Master is rewarded for the time and training He’s invested in you. You should be a very grateful faggot. Now make sure you do Him proud!

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. """""

damn the cg has gotten good

Part 4 I was alone in the apartment. Grandpa left to chase a hookup so I had time to myself. I was looking forward find out what else he had to teach about gay life but at this point the timing was appropriate. His lessons, along with his brazen prankster behavior, put me at my limit for shenanigans. My penis almost went in his mouth, his penis almost went in my mouth, and he rammed his boner against my butthole right before leaving. I knew he was just joking around with me, but that last one hurt a little. I stuck a finger in my ass and massaged my hole. It was still a little sore from his tip trying to push in. I’m sure my virgin ass worked to my advantage to keep him out but what if he had managed to penetrate? Holy shit! That would mean I would have almost lost my virginity to… my grandpa. That is absolutely not a story I’d want to tell any future boyfriend. Well he was with a hookup so that should calm down his pent up energy. I decided to remain naked since I was alone. Trying some of that free lifestyle he talked about. I cleaned the place up bit. I cleaned the dishes from breakfast and picked up some clothes laying about. It was the least I could do. Help with the house work as I stayed there. It was probably a half hours worth of cleaning up when I took a break. I thought about ways to occupy myself. Naturally since I stayed nude in the house, my thoughts went to my dick. I still haven’t gone off this morning so I figured I would try to blow off some steam. I went to the bedroom and laid down in bed. There was plenty more room since I was there alone. I was playing with my dick when I felt my balls touch something wet. I looked down and saw there was a white puddle on the sheets. That must have been where grandpa came earlier this morning. Oh goodness, I shouldn’t touch that. I moved up a little bit, getting my balls out of his spunk. I looked up some porn on my phone while playing with myself, stroking myself to erection. As I was scrolling through different types of websites, I saw some videos of guys using dildos. It looked pretty fun, and I had never used one before. That’s when I remembered grandpa Lewis telling me that there were drawers filled with them. The thought of using his sex toys seemed weird to me. But he wasn’t here so I figured it would be fine as long as I put it back where I found it. I went over to the dresser and pulled up in the first drawer. Oh wow! There were so many different things. There were dildos of all shapes sizes and colors. There were butt plugs and things that looked like balls on a string. And a few other toys that I couldn’t really describe very well nor could I comprehend what they were used for. I picked out a tan colored one. One that was probably about the size of my dick erect. I found a bottle of lube as well and I got back on the bed. I lubed up my dick and my ass. I played with my hole with one hand and my dick in the other. I wondered if I could get that thing to fit in me. After what felt like maybe five or 10 minutes of fingering. I grabbed the dildo and applied a generous amount of lube on it. I pointed the tip towards my ass and tried guiding it in. It required quite a bit more force than I imagined but as my hole started opening up it hurt. I took a break from it for a minute then tried it again. Then took another break. I kept going back-and-forth like that, pressing the dildo tip against my ass, trying to work it in. Periodically adding more lube to it with every other attempt. It was more difficult than I thought. I didn’t know how long I was attempting for. It felt like a long time. Eventually I managed to work the tip in. The rubber head popping in past my ring. I held it there for a minute rubbing my dick as my ass relaxed on it. I worked it slowly up inside me. After the pain and discomfort subsided. It started to feel good. So I started thrusting the dildo in and out of me. Slowly at first then I found a good rhythm. I must have fucked myself like that for a while. Stroking my dick and plunging my ass. My prostate was getting hit too and I was leaking hard. It felt amazing and I could feel myself on the brink of orgasm. I jammed the dildo in deep. It hurt a little but the pleasure outweighed the pain by a long shot. I was stroking fast and gasped. My cum shot up in the air and covered my belly, several ribbons worth. I laid there catching my breath. Dildo still firmly inside me. That’s when I heard the front door open. “Kenny, I’m back.” Grandpa was home. In a panic I pulled the dildo out. It was still covered in lube and juice. I threw it in the drawer and quickly wiped myself off with a pair of grandpa’s underwear from the floor. That’s when the bedroom door opened. “There you are! What have you been up to?” “Oh! Just tidying up.” “I can see that. Doing laundry? Or were you having fun with my briefs?” I was still holding them. “No, just laundry.” He took the underwear out of my hand and looked at it. “Hm? I guess at some point I blew a load on this. I don’t remember that though. Oh well these days I forget half the places I dump my sludge.” He put it up to his face and started licking the cum off of the underwear. I thought to myself ‘No! No! Grandpa don’t! That’s you’re grandson’s cum you’re eating!’ But I kept a straight face and pretended like nothing was wrong. “Mmh that’s an unusually sweet load. My cum normally has a strong bitter savory flavor.” He finished licking the underwear in front of me then tossed it aside. “So Kenny boy. How’s about you get dressed? We’re gonna go to a gay fetish store down on Pike street. Another kinkster from my social circle works there. Sound fun?” “Yeah! That sounds great.” I was excited to go to a gay shop. I’ve never been to one. And getting out of the apartment seemed like a good way to avoid any more of these close calls. I threw some clothes on. Grandpa threw on some sweatpants and a tank top and sandals. Obviously he didn’t feel like dressing up much for going out. The place he wanted to take me wasn’t very far. Only a few blocks away. I took in the sights of the city while I could. Everything looked big and busy. It was a shop called Doghouse Leathers. Inside I was impressed with the vast variety of clothing and adult toys on the shelves. So many things that I didn’t know what they were used for. The guy at the counter was an older bear wearing a black leather vest with no shirt on. He looked up at us and immediately recognized grandpa Lewis. “Mr. Lewis! How are you doing? And who is this pretty new thing you have with you?“ “This is my grandson Kenny. My real grandson. You remember. I mentioned him once or twice.“ “Oh! This is the one. Like, actual real family grandson. I guess your visit is going to be pretty tame this time. Showing him the sights?“ “Yes I am. Kenny boy here is gay as well and I wanted to show him his first gay store. Maybe some of the things here will catch his interest.“ “Aw, that is sweet of you to chaperone him around for his first time at a fetish store. I’m flattered it’s mine. Well you guys take your time and help yourselves to try out anything you like. I will be here if you need my assistance.“ “Will do.“ he guided me through the shop, showing me various outfits, underwear, and contraptions. He was informing me on all of their uses and the wild kinks that went along with them. There were so many things that guys were into that I didn’t even know existed. Water sports, pup play, chastity, electro shock, rim chairs, tickle brushes, floggers. I almost felt my head spin over trying to keep up with so many different things. I just let grandpa go on and on while I just smiled and nodded at everything he was telling me. It was all so much, but I was enjoying myself. He asked me if I wanted to try on anything. He was looking towards the leather harnesses and gimp masks. Those were all too advanced for me. I looked at some specialty underwear that looked pretty cool. One had a zipper that started at the top of the crotch and went all the way down and up to the top of the butt. Grandpa saw me looking at that one and he grabbed it off the rack. “Here try this one on. You’d look great in it.” “Are you sure? It’s not too revealing?” “Of course not. It’s practically European. Come, let’s get you fitted. I want to try on some things too.” He took me to the changing rooms in the back. It was basically a corner with a curtain. He got in with me. “Okay strip.” “Do you have to be in here with me? I can do it myself.” “But I like helping you. Are you really going to be shy in a place like this?” He had a point. And we did spend a lot of the day nude together. His hands were already getting my clothes off. First my shirt then may pants came down. I bent over to get my shoes off when I felt something warm against my butt. “What’s that?” “Just my cock, don’t worry about it. The changing room is small and you practically backed up into it. What are you trying to do? Gobble it up with your ass?” “I’m just getting my clothes off.” “Then do it.” He punctuated his demand by thrusting forward. His tip hit my hole. I was still lubed up and stretched from the dildo earlier so when he thrusted forward my ring opened up and hugged his tip, half of his head was poking in. But his head was much wider then the dildo so it still hurt a little. “Ow, that hurts. You should take it away.” I whispered. Trying not to alert anyone to what was going on. “What’s going on down there? You’re ass is very sloppy and not as tight as it was previously. I’m almost inside you. Tell me the truth young man.” He held his dick there. I was quickly working off my shoes and socks to get the rest of my pants off. “I-I played with one of your dildos, I’m sorry.” “Oh is that right? Well I did say you could play with them anytime. I thought you might have had a trick of your own when I was emptying my balls. But you should have told me. Look what you did. Do you want my cock inside you?” He pressed forward more. My ass opening up more around his head. “No! Please take it out!” “Relax it’s not inside you. This is just a kiss. You’re still very much a virgin. What an outrageous thought, me deflowering you. He he he.” That’s when the curtain opened. The leather bear from the front register was looking at us. Me bent over and my grandfather with his dick nearly penetrating me. “Anything I can help you with?” He unzipped his leather pants and pulled his cock out. It was fat and he had a biohazard tattoo right above his shaft. He was stroking it, getting it hard and he moved it closer to me. “We’re fine Bruce. I was just helping Kenny try on some underwear.” Bruce wagged his dick a few times. It was erect now. He looked down at my ass and what was poking at it. “I see. Let me know if I can offer anything.” He didn’t put his dick away but he backed off and closed the curtain again. I was alone with grandpa Lewis. I got all my clothes off and stood up. His dick left my ass and I grabbed the underwear to try them on. “Just a moment. Help me put on my item.” He asked. “What did you get?” Grandpa held up a black butt plug. “He said we could try anything. How about you push this up in me?” “Why me?” “Because you should see how it works. Plugs are a little different then dildos.” He put the plug in my hand and turned around. He spread his ass apart and revealed his hole to me. It was wet and puckering towards me. He clearly had action down there when he had his hookup. “Go on. Put it up in me.” I put a hand on his ass and aimed the plus towards his hole. I didn’t know how much pressure to apply but it went in him easily enough. As it past the widest part his hole clamped down on it with a wet quenching sound. “Awww yeah. That’s it. See? Easy enough.” He stood up and faced me. I was now pulling up the underwear and straightening the waist band. “Yeah it wasn’t too hard. Should we be doing this grandpa? Isn’t it kinda [banned word]?” “Do you dislike spending time with me?” “No not at all!” “Did you dislike putting the plug up my ass?” “Um, it wasn’t bad. It was okay.” “Then what’s the problem? We’re just having fun. And I love teasing you.” “I guess your right. I’ve been having fun too. But your teasing does get pretty extreme sometimes.” “I know, that makes it more fun. Those look nice on you. Turn around let me see that bubble butt.” I spun around and showed them off. I did like the look of them. “Let’s see if the zipper works.” He reached around and undid the zipper. My dick popped out and he kept pulling it down and up the other side, revealing my ass. “Yup those work good… just a sec. Hold still.” I held still with my back towards him I heard a moist popping sound and then a forceful push against my own ass. Something went up inside me. “Grandpa what is that?!” He pushed and it popped up in me. “Just the butt plug. You seem to like toys in your ass and you are well lubed up so might as well.” “Grandpa that was in your ass!” “Now it’s in yours. It’s basically the same as sharing a Coke. Leave it in.” He zipped me back up. The plug firmly planted in me. His ass juices were probably mixing in with mine. “Come on, get dressed. It’s time to head out.” This was crazy. I had something that was inside him, up inside me. We both got dressed and wandered toward the register. As I walked the plug felt weird. Almost like it was going to fall out. But it’s shape wouldn’t allow that. We got to the register and the leather bear still had his dick out. “Just the underwear?” He asked. “And a butt plug.” “Okay come around the counter, I’ll need to scan it.” I walked around to where he was. He bent me over the counter and pulled my pants down looking for the tag. “Ah, it’s on the inside.” He reached for the zipper and unzipped it all the way to the back. “Here we go. I’ll need to type it in. Nice ass.” He put a hand on my back and leaned over me, his cock pointed at my ass. He started typing something in the register. “No funny business now Bruce.” Grandpa seemed a little apprehensive. “Just gonna put these numbers in” Bruce swung his hips back and slammed forward. I slammed into the counter. “What? Oh! Theres the plug. Cheeky bastard.” The plug obviously stopped his dick from penetrating me. I guess now it didn’t seem so bad. “Just ring is up you horny fucker. I knew you’d try that. Kenny boy here is a virgin and I don’t plan on throwing him to the sharks yet.” Bruce took the price gun and scanned the bar code on the base of the plug poking out my ass. Grandpa payed for the two items and I zipped myself up. We walked around down town for a while. He showed me cruising spots and places to eat. All the while I was walking around with a plug up inside me. We spent quite some time in town until it got late. Before heading home grandpa had one last place to show me. We were on Summit Avenue and saw a discrete building. “This is Steamworks Kenny. It’s a gay bathhouse where men come to hook up with each other. It may be a little advanced for you for now but I will take you here when you’re ready.” “Really? I had no idea a place like this existed.” “It’s not meant to be heavily advertised. A lot of the men here like discretion.” I looked at the building for a while. Then grandpa took me by the hand and we walked back home in the dark. When we got back grandpa immediately threw off his clothes and let it all hang out again. he loved being naked. He took me by the hand and brought me to the bedroom where he proceeded to take my clothes off as well. “Today was fun grandpa. Thanks for taking me out.“ “It was my pleasure Kenny boy. Get on the bed for me, I want to inspect that plug up inside you.” I now had all my clothes off. Even the new underwear were thrown aside. I got on the bed and lay down I was rubbing the plug inside me wondering if I should take it out yet. “It’s been in there for quite a while grandpa.“ He got on the bed with me and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders, his hips almost met with my ass. “This is a very awkward position grandpa.” “I can better inspect you this way.“ He grabbed the plug and started thrusting it in an out of me. It was causing my dick to get hard. “Maybe you shouldn’t do that.“ “Yeah you’re right, you don’t need this anymore.” Grandpa pulled the plug out of my ass and started sucking on it. “Mmm, sweet.” “Isn’t that dirty?“ “Nope, you’re clean inside. This is just your sweet love juices. Well yours and some of mine.” His dick was resting on my butt hole. I could feel it getting hard. “Grandpa I think you should move your dick.” Grandpa put the plug down and wrapped his hands around my thighs. He moved his hips forward, his cock head pressing up against my ass. My hole easily opening up and wrapping around his tip. “Whatever you say Kenny boy.“ “No! That’s gonna go in!” Grandpa pulled his dick away and let go of my legs. “How was I supposed to know that? You should be more specific.“ I sat up. “You like to push your jokes far. But we can’t actually do that. That would be… incest. Wouldn’t it?” “Hey, a hole is a hole. If it feels good, you should just let it happen.“ “But, you have…” “AIDS, I know. But that doesn’t change how good my cock would feel in your virgin ass.“ I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. I sat there in silence looking away, sensing my discomfort he change the subject. “Since you know I like to hook up, and I’ve shown you some of the ropes around here. I think tomorrow I’m going to have one of my tricks come over. He and I are going to play around here. You don’t have to stay and watch, but it would be a great lesson for you. A visceral demonstration on how to properly fuck, and some more kink demonstrations too.” “Oh, uh, I guess that would be interesting to see.” Could I really watch my grandfather fuck somebody? Wouldn’t that be as awkward and uncomfortable as walking in on your parents having sex? But grandpa Lewis wasn’t a parent. He was technically my grandparent, but he’s so carefree and sex positive. My thoughts went back-and-forth on it being weird and it being an interesting learning experience. Mostly leaning towards the learning experience. “Well it’s getting late. Time for bed I say.” It was late and I was pretty tired from the day. I looked around to find some pajamas to wear. But grandpa stopped me. “No need for those, we can sleep in the nude. We walk around the house naked. We can sleep naked as well.“ I guess that was true. I was a little concerned about his dick rubbing up against my bare ass in the middle of the night. But if it got too frisky, I could always just move to the couch. “Yeah, alright.” We got ready for bed and got under the covers. Grandpa was sitting up looking at our position, contemplating. “Okay last night was a little cramped so let’s try something different. How about you lay down on the bed and I’ll just rest on top of you.” “Wouldn’t that be kinda smothering?” “Hey now. I’m no fat. Well I have a bit of a belly here but I’m fairly light for my size. Just get into position. This will save space.” I laid down as instructed. I wasn’t too sure how this was going to work. Grandpa crawled on top of me, and laid down. His head rested on my back. I felt his cock rest between my cheeks. He wasn’t very heavy but it was still a weird position. “Are you comfy like that?” I asked. “Oh yes Kenny. You’re very warm. And your bubble butt is very cushy.” We got comfy and tried going to sleep. Grandpa managed to fall asleep faster then me. I heard him snore quite a bit. The weight of him laying down on my felt like it wouldn’t allow me to fall asleep but I tried. I eventually started nodding off. Waking up here and there in the first part of the night. I couldn’t help but think of his dick between my cheeks. But I managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up to something poking me. Grandpa was snoring still and he had another hard on. It felt uncomfortable so I tried to wiggle around a bit. It wasn’t working well since both our bodies were pressed against each other. The only thing I could reach was my ass. His dick was so hard it hurt as it jabbed my butt cheek. I may have been slender but my ass was pretty round so there was a lot for his dick to poke against. I thought about my options and the only thing I could come up with was grabbing my ass and spreading it. I did and grandpa’s dick stopped poking my cheek and slipped down to poke at my hole. It wasn’t ideal but my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. I allowed myself to fall back asleep like that. My dreams were nondescript. I couldn’t make heads or tales of anything. But through out my dreams I had a strange feeling on my ass. The feeling grew more intense as I dreamt away. Then the feeling went painful. That’s when I woke up. It was still night but my ass was hurting. Grandpa was still on top of me snoring away. But it felt like his dick slipped its head into me. I could feel my hole stretched open and it hurt. I may have had practice with his dildo earlier but there’s no way I was ready for some thing of his size. Now that I think of it, it was probably a bad idea to practice stretching my hole with that dildo earlier in the day, and more so not good to have had a plug in me the latter half of the day. Otherwise his dick might not have gotten inside of me so easily. I was still. I didn’t know how to correct the situation. I didn’t want to wake him to find his dick inside me. That would have been too embarrassing. The longer I laid still the more his dick slowly sank in. Eventually it stopped sinking. It felt like half its length was in me. ‘Oh god, hes inside me! Am I losing my virginity like this? No, this doesn’t count. He’s not awake and he’s not actually fucking me. This is just an accidental slip. What do I do? This is bad.’ No matter what, I couldn’t think of anything for my predicament. The only thing that could possibly work is if I just went back to sleep and if he woke up first in the morning he’d realize he slipped in and pull out on his own. Hopefully he’d avoid mentioning it to me. I closed my eyes and focused on sleep. It was hard. And not just dick in my ass hard. But I managed. My ass relaxed and grew accustomed to the fleshy intruder and I fell asleep again. My consciousness faded in and out. That in-between state of sleeping and waking was over me as I was trying to stay asleep. I dreamt that I was having a hard time keeping my balance. I felt like my hips were being rocked back and forth. A weird pressure sensation in my ass as my hips moved back and forth. When I partially awoke, the bed was shaking up and down a little and my body shaking with it. The source of the movement felt like it was centralized around my butt. I was too drowsy to recognize what was going on, and I drifted back off to sleep. It was early in the morning by the time I woke up. My my eyes slowly opened up, looking around the room. To my dismay grandpa was still asleep on top of me. He was still snoring and I felt drool coming out of his mouth and running down my shoulder. But more importantly, his dick was still inside of me. It was hard to believe that it stayed like that inside of me all night. It had to have gotten soft at some point. It must’ve been morning wood? I kept still, pretending to be asleep, waiting for grandpa to wake up and pull out of me. Periodically his dick would twitch inside, keeping me very aware if it’s presence in me. Grandpa wasn’t waking up yet so I tried wiggling my ass, hoping it would gently shake him awake. His snoring stopped and he started moving around. I went back to pretending to be asleep. He propped his hands on the bed and stretched, arching his back and driving his hips down as he yawned. The stretch caused his hips to drive his cock deep down in my ass. Almost full length sinking in. I merely gasped. I tried my best not to respond to it. It felt so intense having the thing go so deep in me. “Oh, what’s this?” He whispered to himself looking down at where his tool was located. He patted my shoulder gently to see if I was awake. I maintained the act. I wanted him to pull out so he could act like everything was normal in the morning. But he didn’t pull out yet. Instead he started gently moving his hips up and down. What?! Why’s he doing that?! His movement was subtle but consistent. There’s no way he’s actually fucking me. He wouldn’t. This has to be his attempt at gently wiggle his cock out of me without waking me. I was sure that was the case, so I laid there letting grandpa do his thing. The sensation of his cock wiggling around inside me was stimulating my prostate. I didn’t want it to feel good but my body betrayed me. It felt good wither I wanted it or not. I thought to myself ‘sorry for sorta enjoying it grandpa’ it seems like he was having a hard time pulling out so I slowly tried spreading my legs a little without him noticing. Giving him easier access to maneuver. I wanted him to succeed in his efforts. I thought ‘That’s right grandpa. Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll try to make it as easy as possible for you to accomplish what it is you were trying to do.’ His breathing started to get a little labored. I guess attempting to wiggle out of me was physically demanding for him. Especially with all of his attempts to do it as gently as possible without ‘disturbing’ me. Then his hips started raising up. His cock was exiting my ass. ‘Great, just a little bit more.’ He stopped with the head of his cock still inside me. Then he grabbed his shaft and started stroking it fast. I thought ‘that’s a weird way to pull it out’ he kept stroking for a while and his body started trembling. I heard him whisper very quietly “yeah that’s a big AIDS cock in there. Gonna shoot it. Gonna shoot my AIDS load….” What? Did I hear that right? His words were barely audible. His cock was repeatedly twitching and I felt his head expanding in me. No way. He wouldn’t be trying to ejaculate. That’s really dangerous! At this point, pretending to be asleep wasn’t an option anymore. My only other choice was to fake waking up and get him to pull out. He kept stroking his cock with the head lodged in me as I thought to myself. ‘What would I say? Wouldn’t it be fairly awkward afterwards? Aren’t I technically no longer a virgin anymore? I need to do it now, wake up and ask him to get off…‘ But my thoughts were interrupted as grandpa started to softly grunt…

That's so hot 😳

A,B,C,D & E. I also get down there and do a "sniff" test. BUT. The skin of Holes is very tender, which means I clip my fingernails, and then use those little, flat, sandpaper things women use to remove any possible sharp edges. If Top is going to "finger" a Hole - i.e. stick his finger(s) up inside the Hole, then he has the responsibility to make sure he's not going to injure the bottom. Far easier to simply get down there and stick your tongue up the Hole, and add that particular thrill to the whole experience. bottoms aren't the only ones that must do some "prep-work" before hitting the fuckjoints.

Chapter 2 - Ted POV I admired Jim’s relaxed naked body after we both came. He was probably a finger taller than me, but had a slender toned smooth body. He was totally my type. It felt amazing to be able to cum in Jim’s hole. I normally do not tell guys that I am poz - and certainly do not expect to be able to cum into their hole immediately after telling them I am poz. Jim is sweet and naughty. The perfect combination to get juices going literally. I actually enjoyed our chats in between our play time. Most guys I hook up with don't seem to want to even have a chat much even with the ecstasy - most are more focused about the sex or getting their hole filled, and the chats normally seemed polite and superficial. I felt an easy connection chatting with Jim and in a spur of a moment, I turned into a softie and changed my initial plan to ply Jim full of drugs so that he would let me fuck him with my bare poz cock without any question. But wanting the opportunity to meet Jim again, I decided to tell him about my HIV status, even if it meant ending my session. The wicked darker side of me nearly kicked me the moment I told Jim. -Foolish,- my dark side told me, -you nearly wasted a perfect opportunity to fuck a bare hole.- It was fortunate things worked out in the end for me to satisfy my desire for bare raw sex. Nothing was worse than having to have sex and anaesthetising my cock that has been made extra sensitive by the drugs. Nothing can beat the feeling of a warm moist hole wrapping and twitching around my throbbing cock. When Jim told me he was positive, all my promises I spoke to him about “protecting him” from my viral load went out the window. The plan to ply him with more drugs so that I can ravish him with my bare cock was immediately back on. No doubt, that was the same plan his ex, Ray used. A pity I had not met Jim when he was still going out with Ray. Just as Jim and I had spoken earlier, the forbidden fruit gets my juices going. I’ve cheated on all of my previous boyfriends/partners. I loved fucking cheating bottoms, especially if I get to fuck them bare the way their boyfriends/husbands fuck them. Violating the sanctity of their (and mine) “marriage”. Especially if my sexual partner for that evening and I were attached with someone else. Still, the thought that my bare cock is sliding into the same passage Ray’s bare cock has been into was very titillating and an immense turn on for me. We basked in the afterglow of our first orgasm. Jim asked, “So do you fuck bare… regularly?” I almost told him what I tell most of my other hookups. “No, I rarely fuck bare. Just tonight.” Unusually, I wanted to be honest with this young man. Perhaps because I feel like we have the beginnings of a connection. Or maybe I have taken 2 whole pills too quickly. “Whenever I can,” I said truthfully. “Are they poz guys too?” he asked. “Honestly, Jim I don’t always know. I only told you about my status because I wanted to see you again. I do not usually ask guys. Sometimes I know they are poz. Most of the time, we never discuss safe sex. Especially if I get the bottoms so high they just want my bare cock,” my cock started stirring as I said this. I loved getting bottoms so high, they would just give in to their lust and pleasure and accept my bare cock without any question. I noticed Jim’s cock stirring as well, and I said, “I’m terrible aren’t I? And I think your cock likes me terrible.” Jim remained silent for a bit before continuing, “On the hand, I feel like I should be appalled. But I find the idea of an evil mature man having his way with a bottom without caring for the bottom’s safety quite a turn on. The mind is a strange thing.” “Is that why you gave yourself to Ray? That there is an element of him prioritising his pleasure instead of your safety?” Jim shrugged, “Subliminally, maybe. I tried not to think about it at that time other than it felt so good.” “So what happened to you and Ray? Why did things end?” “Well, he wanted an open relationship and I wanted a close relationship. We tried for a year being in an open relationship, but you know, the contrast with the other guys fucking with condom just pale into significance really cannot compare to bare fucking with Ray.” -Damn,- I thought, -so much for my fantasy of meeting him in the past and having my wicked way with him. Though, he has a naughty side, maybe we just need more drugs to bring out- “Ray played safe with others?” “I suppose - those were the rules of our relationship.” -It may be your rules, but I somehow doubt Ray would limit himself, Jim- I thought to myself, thinking it was best not to share that train of thought. “So when did you find out you were poz, Ted?” “5 years ago. I was in a relationship at that time.” “You got it from your partner too?” Jim asked. “Well, it isn’t as straightforward as that. Ben left me for another man. When he left me, I found out that he had been cheating on me the 5 years we were together. I got a test just after that and found it.However, I will be honest with you Jim, I wasn’t a good partner either. Ben and I had an agreement that we only played together with someone else. But I was also cheating on him the entire time, playing on my own with other guys. I have cheated on most of my previous partners as well, in some cases where we had agreed to be monogamous. Some have cheated on me too, not that it made what I did right. I definitely wasn’t playing it safe all the time and fucked bare every opportunity I could. I know Ben wouldnt have as well as 90% of the time, when we invited someone over, we end up fucking bare unless the person insist on condom. As you said earlier, fucking bare with your partner and then having to wear condom with other guys? Stifling. So back to your question - maybe I got HIV from Ben, or maybe I got HIV from someone else,” I told Jim. In my mind I wondered why am I sharing so much with Jim. I don’t want to scare him away. “Were you surprised by your diagnosis?” “I was in shock, even though it was not something unexpected. I suspect you might be able to relate with that, Jim,” I said and I noticed Jim nodding. “You mentioned before that you moved here recently. What brought you into this town? Most people try to get out of this town.” “I made a lot of dumb decisions in my life, Jim. I used to make good money. When I was with Ben, we lived beyond our means. The people that used to hang around us were either from money or trying to leech money from us. When my business failed, Ben left me for another guy. That stung more than him cheating on me. Not that I’ve any right to be upset about him cheating on me. There are too many memories where I came from. I moved here to get a fresh start. Howabout you, Jim? Why did you come back to your hometown if it is so terrible?” “Well, most of the friends Ray and I had were Ray’s friends. I don’t really make friends easily, I’ve always been an introvert. I moved back here to be close to friends and family, but I think I’m realising I’ve grown apart from my friends. And I can’t tell my family about my HIV, so I’ve been avoiding them. Gosh, verbal diarrhoea” I chuckled. There was a comfortable silence as we slowly and gently felt each other's body. Noticing Jim’s cock growing, I asked, “So what is getting your cock excited?” Smashed as he was, Jim still had a slight look of embarrassment as he responded, “Er nothing.” “It’s not nothing, Jim. Come on, don’t be shy, share with me. No judgement here. If you can’t share while you’re smashed, you’ll never be able to share it.” Jim squirmed a little and said, “I was thinking about you telling that you fucked a lot of guys bare. It really turns me on that your cock has fucked so many guys raw. Silly isn’t it?” “No, it isn’t silly, Jim. It is horny. Mmm, I like that you are a naughty young man. So, after hearing that I’ve had my cock into all these other men, do you still want it in your hole, bare?” my cock was so hard, it ached. “Yes,” Jim responded and my cock throbbed. “It is risky, Jim - exposing yourself to a stranger you know is a slut.” “Yes, it is so bad, yet I want it.” I stood and brought my cock to his mouth. Jim got onto his knees and sucked my cock, his hands holding onto my thighs before running his hands through the hair on my thighs. I loved how he is into my hairiness the way I am into his smooth skin. I angled us in such a manner that Jim was kneeling with his back facing the mirrored wardrobe. I watched the sweet young man sucking my cock in the mirror while I tried to perve on the crack of his slim small arse. I wetted my finger with my spit and bent over, trying to reach for his twitching hole while keeping his mouth on my cock. It was a bit of an awkward position but I was able to reach his twitching hole and tease it with a light touch of my finger. Jim moaned with his mouth stuffed full with my cock. It all looked so hot in the mirror, I had to eat his hole, “Lie on your stomach, Jim.” Jim released my cock and laid flat on the bed, face down. I watched him and stroked my sore cock gently. The soreness added to my arousal. “Lift your arse up a little, Jim. Spread your cheeks and show me your hole.” Like a good boy, Jim did as instructed, moaning. His smooth pink hole, now a little red, exposed to the air. I felt my mouth salivating as I watched this nerdy, slim, sweet young man in such a slutty pose, offering himself up to me. A part of me felt protective and paternal towards this young man who I seemed to have an easy connection with. Another part of me, the monster inside of me, wants to violate and corrupt him completely. Infect him with my strain. I knelt between his legs and ate his hole. My tongue probed as deep as I could into his now stretched hole. At least most of the lube seemed to be gone. I hate lube. I don’t really have a choice when we were using a condom, but for raw fucking, just spit, pre-cum and if I’m lucky, another man’s cum - especially if the bottom is filled with his boyfriend’s cum when he is sneaking off to meet me. Jim moaned in delight as his hole twitched against my tongue. Deciding to share my wicked fantasies with him, I stopped licking his hole for the time being and said, “So you like wicked older men huh. Imagine if you were still with Ray, and he decided to blindfold you and invited me to take turns fucking you while you were lying on your stomach. We are both similarly hairy and built, with the same size cocks. You wouldn’t even know I was fucking you would you?” Jim moaned at me sharing my filthy fantasy. “Did you like Ray fucking you on your stomach?” “Yes,” he moaned in response, “I liked how I can feel his hairy legs pushed open my thighs and fuck me. Normally when I am not high, I find it hard for tops to pull their cocks out completely and push it back in. But when I was high with Ray, he was able to pull out completely and ram it back in. It feels so slutty and good.” “Mm , you wouldn’t be able to tell whose hairy legs were pushing your legs open if you were blind folded,” I put my thighs between his and gave it a hard push to push his legs apart. “You’ll feel a familiar sized bare knob pressing onto your hole. You will think it is Ray’s but he had invited me to enjoy you without you knowing,” I plunged into his hole in a single stroke just the way he said he liked Ray fucking him. I pulled my cock out completely with a slutty plop sound and plunged all the way till my balls slapped against his cheeks. I whispered into his ear, “Can you tell the difference between Ray and I?” “No,” he moaned, “you’re so bad.” “I know,” I slowed my fucking into a slower and gentle pace. Jim tilted his head back towards me and I kissed him, not stopping my thrusts. “You told me that the idea of my cock being in another hole turns you on. Well, I also like the idea of another cock being in your hole. Imagine if we met when you were with Ray and I was still with Ben? And we met for a bareback couple swap? You and I will watch Ray fuck Ben, while they will watch us fuck each other? Both Ray and I agree to share our boys without a condom. I know Ray would love to fuck Ben - he is slim and smooth like you - only he doesn’t look as nerdy.” “That is so bad,” Jim moaned, “Bare fucking between boyfriends is supposed to be sacred and special. You’re perverting it.” “That’s right, Jim. That’s what turns me on. Sex acts that are considered [banned word]. Casual bare fucks. Desecrating another man’s boy while I watch my boy get desecrated by him. Ray and I will take turns swapping between you and Ben without cleaning our cocks or your holes. I will fuck you knowing that Ray’s cock has just been in you. Fucking on his pre-cuum and cum. Or maybe we’ll bring you boys loaded with our cums first before we swap. I’ll churn his cum in your hole with my sore cock, while he churns my cum in Ben’s hole with his sore cock. We’ll have each other’s cum frothing all over our shafts and caking our hairy pubes. You’ll let me fuck you knowing that Ben’s hole juices are all over my shaft. Four of us swapping strains against our doctor’s orders.” We fucked and sharing our filthy fantasy. This nerdy young man turned on by the filthy scene painted in our minds, my cock deep inside him, leaking my pre-cum. I slowed my fucking and Jim immediately turned his head back to kiss me. “You want us to fuck face to face don’t you, Jim?” I couldn’t help smiling as I kissed him, sensing he craved affection. “Yes, I do love being fucked while kissing.” I got off of Jim and flipped him over. Lifting his legs onto my shoulders I pushed my cock back into his hole. There was a slight sting on my knob as it was pretty chafed. That added to the pleasure and excitement. We looked into each other’s eyes, feasting on our smashed, euphoric and pleasured expressions as I slowly slid my cock slowly and gently into Jim. As I bottomed out, I leaned forward and kissed Jim gently. The feel of our tongues dancing against each other, mixing our spit. Even though it was a bit crossed-eye, we both kept our eyes open, looking into each other as we kissed as I thrust in and out really gently and we held onto each other tightly like we would never let go. We broke our kiss and I held myself as deep Jim as I could go. Jim said, “That fantasy is so horny. It is so filthy and bad. It really turned me on, and I loved how it turned you on, and yes, I probably would have loved how decadent and perverse it all is if it had happened. However, I am glad that isn’t how we met, Ted. I am glad tonight is the night we met. And that I met you after I was diagnosed with HIV. I know you said that you would like to meet me again, but even if we were only just meeting tonight, it really made my day. The best I can describe is that our meeting gave me some hope after all that I’ve dealt with recently.” I felt a tremor in my heart. It really touched me that Jim felt that way. He may be a wicked young man, but he is a sweet young man. Here we were, two men somewhat lost and alone seeking comfort and connection in casual sex. It isn’t everyday you meet someone that you feel like they would touch you. I kissed him on his lips gently and said, “I am glad we met tonight too, Jim. I really hope we’ll see each other again. I would like us to get to know each other and become friends, but definitely friends that keep fucking.” “And you’ll keep wanting to pass your new friend your strain?” Jim asked in a teasing manner, “Quite an irresponsible friend.” My cock throbbed and pulsed at that thought inside Jim’s hole. Jim’s hole twitched in response to my throb, I pushed myself up, and angled myself better. On the one hand, I feel really protective over this lost young man and fuck him gently with my cock. On the other hand, I had the urge to mark him, fuck him hard, use him, breed him and infect him with my strain. The contradiction of protection and harm caused my cock to ache. I had a gut feeling that JIm was experiencing the same contradiction. He wants me to be nurturing and protective. Yet, he also wants me to use him for my own pleasure. “I’m not just going to pass you my strain, Jim. We’re going to mix our strains and mark each other. I want us to enjoy the pleasure of bare sex with enjoyment notwithstanding the risk to each other” With that I gave Jim another pounding before I blasted my second load deep into him.

My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Chapter 1 Jake was walking his bike down the street on an abnormally hot spring evening when he heard a familiar voice running up from behind him. Jake turned around and recognized his next door neighbor slowing down from his run. “What seems to be the problem?”, he asked. “Oh hey Mr. Cox. My bike has a flat.” Jake explained. “Sorry to to hear that and you can call me Tyler. When you call me Mr. Cox it makes me feel old” , Tyler said with a chuckle. “Ok, Tyler” Jake replied with a smile as he admired the sweaty shirtless man in his thin athletic shorts. “I’ve got a new tube in my garage. I can probably replace yours in 5 minute if you’d like”, Tyler offered. “That’d be great!” Jake exclaimed with a bright smile. As they walked back to Tyler’s garage, Jake relishes the view of Tyler’s hairy half naked body. He had admired his tall, muscular neighbor from afar for some time. His bedroom window Looks onto Tyler’s bathroom window and on occasion Jake would catch glimpses of Tyler undressing and showering even jerking off and Jake has gotten in the habit of Jerking off to these views. “So your dad tells me that you're almost done with the baseball season and that this will be your last season”, Tyler states as they walk toward his garage. “Yes sir, two more games and then I graduate next month. Jake responds. “That’s great! Your dad also said you’ll be playing baseball in college in the fall as well. All that ball playing explains how well developed you body has become. You’ve grown so fast. Pretty soon you’ll be bigger than me”, Tyler says with a smile and patty Jake on the shoulder. Jake blushes and says, “I don’t know about that sir but I do work out and the coaches train us hard”. “I’m sure they do” Tyler says as he licks his lips and his mind begins to wonder before they arrive at his garage. They enter the garage and Tyler closes the door behind them. He turned the bike over the makes the needed repairs as Jake assists. As they finish the work. Jake finds himself staring at Tyler’s towering frame. His body still glistening from the sweaty run. His eye wander down his hairy, muscular chest and down to the his tight run shorts where he observes a growing bulge pushing through the thin fabric. Tyler stares at Jake With a devilish grin and asked, “like what you see Jake?” Jake blushed but continued to stare at the now straining bulge in Tyler’s athletic shorts. “Wanna see it?”, Tyler asked. Jake licked his lips and innocently looked up at Tyler and replied, “Yes sir”. “Go ahead” Tyler encourages. Jake pulls on the waistband of the thin athletic short and pulls down. What was revealed before him was the largest dick he’d ever see. It was over 9 inches long, thick and veiny with a thick bush of hair surrounding the shaft. His heart raced with excitement and his dick began to stir in his shorts and adjusts it. “Want to touch it?” Tyler asked. Jake nodded and wrapped his hand around the massive member and gently began to rub. Tyler let out a soft moan and his cock immediately started to leak. The clear liquid lubricating his now rock hard dick. “Jake do you want to taste it?” Tyler asked. Again Jake nodded his head in agreement and proceeded to first lick the head and shaft and then engulfing the mushroom head with his mouth. Tyler let out a low guttural moan. Tyler then pulled his dick out of the willing mouth and positioned the back of Jake’s head against the wall Of the garage. Jake released his now hard dick and began stroking. Tyler re inserted his massive member into the young stud’s hungry mouth and begins to face fuck him. Slowly as first and then picking up the pace. Looking at his huge tool disappear into this young man’s mouth he sternly instructs Jake to relax his throat. Jake struggles to take Tyler's massive cock as Tyler’s massive hairy balls slap at his chin. “I always knew you wanted this cock boy”, Tyler Exclaims as his orgasm builds. “Now it's time for you to take my dirty load….. fuuuccck!”. Tyler’s cock head flares deep in Jake’s throat and begins to shoot ropes and ropes of cum down Jake’s throat. “TAKE MY FUCKIN ‘ LOAD !” Tyler grits through his teeth as he floods Jake’s throat. Jake completely shocked by the massive load, Struggles to gulp down every drop and only after Tyler’s orgasm slowly subsides does Jake realize when he looks down that his hard cock has shot hands free. After; Both studs struggle to catch their breath. Jake’s mind races at the events that have just taken place. Tyler gently rubs Jake ‘s head in encouragement, “You’re a natural. That was so hot.” He says with a huge grin on his face as he pulls up his athletic shorts over his semi hard dick. “Thanks!” Jake exclaimed still trying to catch his breath. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself too judging from the pool of cum on the garage floor”, Tyler says with a laugh as he helps Jake off the floor and Jake pulls up his pants. “Ha! Yeah sorry about that”, Jack says a little embarrassed. “Don’t apologize you should be proud of that load”, Tyler says ‘Yes sir’ is the only think he can think to say Jake begins to collect his bike and says that he should be getting home. As Jake leaves Tyler says, ‘If you're interested in more fun you know where I live’. Jake smiles back and simply say , ‘okay’,

Wasn't my last load but a hot anon one this morning on my jog. Love taking my shirt off and seeing if I can catch any guys checking me out. Saw a chubby shirtless guy headed towards who also had his shirt off and loved watching him jiggle as he headed my way, pale skin, a little bit of chest hair, inked here and there, redheaded. As he got closer I could see he was probably late 20s or early 30s, what most guys might call an otter. I played with my crotch a little as we approached each other and smiled at him as he passed me and he smiled at me as well. I turned around to see if if he was checking me out and sure enough, caught him looking. I smiled again and he waved at me so I turned around and caught up with him. As I did he said "hey" and got right to the point asking if I was looking. I said I was and we both slowed down to a walk and he asked if I lived nearby. I hadn't seen him before so didn't know what his story was, but said I did but couldn't host. He muttered a damn and said he couldn't either. I told him I knew a fenced in yard at a vacant house we could use if he didn't mind doing it outside. He laughed and said he was already sweaty so why not. He wasn't kidding either, his body was glistening and I could only guess his ass was moist and ready as mine was. I told him to follow me off the path towards the place I've used before. As we walked there he introduced himself as Matt and I introduced myself and we chatted a bit. He was pretty forward that he wanted to fuck me and get fucked, which got me hard and had him laughing teasing me about young guys always getting hard so easy. I teased back that he must like young guys and he admitted he did. We slipped inside the fenced in yard and he was checking things out and pulling me towards him, sticking his hand in my shorts and jerking my cock. He pulled me in and started kissing me saying he loved how thick my cock was and how bad he wanted it in him and my load too. Knowing he wanted it raw got my cock throbbing and he added he wanted to do me the same way and I told him I wanted it like that. He pulled me over towards the back of the house and pulled his shorts off. I loved how hairy his ass was and it was dripping with sweat, easily mixing with my spit allowing me to penetrate his ass as he moaned with delight. Clearly he's done this before and loves taking random loads from guys. He was moaning telling me how hot my cock felt in his ass, how thick it was, and how bad he wanted my load. I wasn't holding back and really pounding him hard and he was taking it like a champ and I blasted my load in him as he begged me not to pull out. I kept stroking, telling him there was more where that came from and he laughed saying that's why he loved young guys. I leaned into that saying I bet he took lots of loads from young guys and he laughed saying he did and he also has bred a lot of young guys and that he was going to breed the shit out of my ass. I loved that he was so piggy and honest about fucking and getting fucked and soon enough blasted a second load inside him. By now we were both drenched in sweat and couldn't wait to take his load. I'd been jerking his cock will pumping my second load in him and was loving how thick his cock was too. I knew it would really strain my ass the way I love. After I slid out of his ass he put me up against the wall and told me he wasn't going to show any mercy and he didn't, spitting on his cock and my ass and then forcing his cock in me roughly and I let out a "fuck" louder than I wanted to. I was hoping no one was walking their dog nearby and didn't hear that but didn't care as he was now balls deep in me and pounding me hard calling me a dirty little slut and that I'd probably been fucked here by other guys. I said I had been and he kept it up saying I probably get fucked all the time by guys I pick up on the trail and I admitted I did. He kept it up saying I probably let them all breed me raw and take their loads and I admitted I did. He laughed and said he loved slutty young guys like me who love getting bred raw all the time. I was now begging for his load, loving that he had me figured out as the slut I am. He let out a loud groan and I could feel his load flood my guts and I begged him to stay inside me and not to pull out. He laughed and said "not a chance" only to slid out once his dick went limp. I told him what a hot fuck he was and he laughed and told me to suck him clean. I did as told, making sure his cock was clean as a whistle. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them back on thanking me but saying he needed to get going. I pulled my shorts back on and we headed back out the gate. It's a short walk back to the trail and I told him it would be hot to hook up again. He laughed and said if he sees me again to say hey and we'd take it from there. I offered my number but he said he couldn't do that offering no more of an explanation. I said that was cool and I could only guess he must have a BF or GF or maybe just prefers random hookups. We split up again and headed our separate ways.

Found two straight lads crusing. It's was a quiet night, no women around for them. They'd clearly seen me hanging around for a while. After quite a while with no action. One of them approached me and called me fag boy. Asked if I wanted a couple of loads as there was no pussy around they needed to nut inside something badly. They told me to bend over the bonnet of their car, look away and not make any noise as they were going to imagine my ass was a wet pussy. I bent over thinking they'd lower my shorts but they didn't. One of them ripped them open and they both spat on my hole. One threw his jumper over my head. They both bred me 🙂

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I’ve had bad luck with sizing. With the two cages I’ve bought myself, the rings kept falling off. Other cages guys have locked me in have stayed on, but the shaft was too long: I want something smaller and constricting so my pointless beta cock stays totally soft, like it should be. And the rings were too tight: I wore them for a few days and put up with my balls being strangled a bit, because who cares, I’m a hole. But to wear it for longer periods or permanently I’m going to need a better fit. I’ve just ordered one of these ones, shaft size small with two different ring sizes, so we’ll see what happens: [think before following links] https://www.houseofdenial.com/collections/metal-chastity-devices/products/steel-hod-s90s

Today I placed an ad on doublelist with the title " When a guy just wants to drop a load - Mexican, Latinos, Persons of Color Appreciated "...and the usual " no load refused" and BB only. Within a half hour 3 guys messaged me. All were Latino. The first one just left. A very wiry hairy Mexican dude with a huge uncut cock. He pulled his jeans down, face fucked me for a while, then bent me over and rammed in my ass right up to the balls. It was painful, I wasn't really lubed up.. he fucked me like a pile driver, slowing down from time to time, plunging in and out, and wiggling his cock from side to side. I hung on to the mattress for dear life. He muttered in Spanish, saying among other things " sweet ass" and big soft cunt. Finally he he went rigid and with a thrust that went in amazingly deep, blew his load.( I noted he had not taken off his jean or work boots. Even his Ray-Bans were perched in too if his head). I licked him clean and he tucked the still half- hard monster into his briefs and pulled up his pants. Then he kissed me on the forehead and sauntered out. Before leaving he asked "Tomorrow afternoon?". I nodded yes. With a wink he said " I text you". I still have his very full load in my guts.

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Matty was on his knees, his arms tithed tightly behind him. A thin red collar was around his neck connected to a chain in one of Daddy Tom’s hands. A big plug stretched his ass, Daddy Tom’s huge piss load rumbled in his guts, starting to cramp. His full lips suckled and nuzzled on Daddy Tom’s huge cockhead, the long shaft half plump with blood. Daddy Tom relaxed with his thighs spread, a big can of beer sitting on the arm of his big wooden throne in the center of the dungeon. In the arm that rested on the side with the beer, he held the leash. In his other hand, a long thin cane. He used the chain when he wanted Matty to take more of his cock in his mouth, and gave the boys forehead a slight push when he should just nuzzle the head. He had filled the boy’s mouth with piss dozens of times, making him hold it until there he gave the sign: a sharp crack of the cane across Matty’s arched back and perfect muscle ass, his long arms allowing him to move the punishing blows around the smaller man’s body easily. The kid looked amazing, and clearly loved having Tom’s big fat cock in his mouth. But he was starting to really sweating and he could tell the boys insides were cramping from the movement of his flawless abs. He also knew from experience that the boy was just about where he wanted him, Tom having slid several big shards up the boys hole before plugging it, the chards making his potent chem piss even stronger. At first, Matty had been a wild thing, the potent chems clearly making him want to get fucked by whatever was available. But even a strong kid like Matty, clearly in great shape and well trained in sexual service, could only hold this position so long before the pain of the giant piss load cramping around the big butt plug got the better of him. It was time for Master Tom to fist that hot ass. Master Tom filled Matty’s mouth with piss, and quickly hit him with the cane, doing this five times in quick succession as he felt relief in his bladder, adding five more stripes to Matty’s back as the boy swallowed the loads on command. As Tom began standing up, the little stud struggled to keep the big cock in his mouth, fearing Master Tom’s punishment. “You can let my cock fall out of your pig mouth, boy,” he said, raising him up. “Head over to that toilet.” Tom commanded, “You can pleasure my cock while my piss drains from your hole.” Matty was back in the sling, the stripes on his back stinging a little against the leather. Master Tom had sprayed him with a disinfectant spray, enjoying Matty’s hiss of pain. Matty was so fucking spun, all he could think about now was his deep need to be stretched and taken. Tom had blind folded the boy then had given the boy about a 1/4 gram of Tina nearly all at once, using his long fingers to push it deep inside Matty’s hole and into his second ring. As the boy started to beg and moan, Tom then proceeded to fuck Matty again, constantly punching into the boy with his big cock head burying it to the hilt. One of the advantages of having a cock bigger than the diodos most men could take, was that Tom could get a boy opened up pretty damn well with his giant tool alone. Master Tom reached over to the top shelf of the small rolling shelving unit upon which he kept all the tools of leather magic—from tit clamps to electrified gear to muzzles—and picked up the long, horse-cock-shaped dildo he needed, already lubed up and ready. It wasn’t much longer than his cock—14 inches—but it was thicker, starting out around 7 1/2 inches. It got progressively thicker as the shaft went down, ending in a spine tingling 10 1/2 inches of circumference. He sprayed the big cock lightly with water to reactive the lube—thinking how he really should fill a bottle with his chempiss as a toy moisturizer—and held it near Matty’s ass swinging on his big cock. He pulled his cock out suddenly—no surprise to Matty there as he’d been getting punch fucked by the big dick for 1/2 an hour straight—but instead of Master Tom’s big dick Matty felt the larger stretch of the big dildo slide smoothly into his hole. Matty gave a little cry as the big head entered his second ring. The intensive fucking and the cramping he’d endured had really loosened him up. But the big dildo was still pushing relentlessly into him, stretching his entire hole at once, without the prodding and shifting afforded by Master Tom’s big questing cock. He started panting as the dildo’s thick middle stretched his inner ring by an inch, then another. Master Tom saw the change in the boy’s face, and stopped the fast entrance, holding the boys ass steady. “Breathe, boy,” he said, “Remember your breathing.” Satisfied the boy was relaxing into enjoying the stretch he pushed the horse cock smoothly and mercilessly into the boys hole as Matty cried out. He smiled—he wouldn’t do that when he used the bigger size on the boy next, as it reached almost 16 inches—but this toy wasn’t much deeper than the places in the boys ass his cock had been opening for hours. Matty had been getting dildo fucked for a couple of hours now. Once Master Tom was satisfied his ass was open, usually only after his hole was squelching around the big silicone monsters in Tom’s seemingly never-ending collection, he increased the girth a bit. He gotten Matty to take things a bit deeper, but he wasn’t using the kinds of long snakes, some ribbed and some smooth, but all of them flexible, that Daddy Mark used when he wanted Matty to go deep. Instead, the cocks were firmer and thicker, but none went much deeper than the second big horse cock Matty had taken. For Master Tom had one goal tonight. He wanted to see Matty’s asshole wrapped around his elbow. He didn’t need to take the boy deeper than that—that could take even a lifetime asspig months or even years of training to get to—but thanks to Daddy Mark’s obsession with deep asswork and Daddy Bill pushing Matty with his own big fists and arms, he was sure he’d get Matty there soon. Matty grunted as he felt the familiar burn of a small bump of Tina being administered. But then he felt the burn in another part of his ass, it was as if Master Tom acted in his capacity as a high priest of fisting and anointed the kids hole for each of the four corners of the compass. Letting the four bumps—collectively nearly an 1/8th of a gram—begin their work on the boy’s hole, he removed the blindfold. He wanted to look in the boys eyes—the beautiful grey lost in the black of the high—and hear him beg. Master Tom was big enough—and Matty short enough—that Tom could put his face right up to Matty’s while his big hand toyed with the boys hole, beginning the big stretch he would soon give the kid and further activating the Tina he’d just given the hot little men. “You remember how I said you should never be ashamed to tell me what you need, boy,” Master Tom said gently. “Tell me what you need right now, tell me,” he commanded. Matty gazed at him adoringly, lost in a haze of lust, his body relaxed and tired out just enough. Everything Master Tom had been doing to the boy piling up on each other, his body broken by his submission and need for pain, his hole open and supple from hours of deep fucking with Master Tom’s giant cock and collection of carefully-chosen tools, each step designed to bring Matty into the orbit he drifted in now: “Please sir, please,” Matty begged, actively trying to push his ass down onto Master Tom’s huge fingers. “Please fist my hole, please take me, stretch me, fist me” Matty chanted, as Master Tom gladly obliged.

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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.

I felt the massive, 12.5 diameter head of the black annihilator dildo press against my hungry ass. “Is my boy’s pussy hungry?” Mark asked. I just moaned and reached back to open my asscheeks for him. My pussy wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous with need. The deep fuck, massive booty bump, and giant load of chempiss had taken me nearly beyond reason. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the giant dildo began to slowly push into my ass. It felt huge, its firm head pushing my lips inward for a bit. Daddy kept steady pressure on it, all the while hissing for me to take it. I had taken this tool before, usually at the end of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight Mark had gotten his wish ever since he started to mold my twink ass—I had been given a taste of deep fucking and I craved more. The pressure on my ass was steady, it felt like a baby’s head, the giant silicone glans of the thing, as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Suddenly, my lips opened up and in it popped. I gave a sharp cry, arched my back, and groaned deeply. Mark held the dildo steady, letting me get used to it. “Slid right in this time, you little slut,” he said, “Gonna fuck you so deep.” Although I definitely wanted it, I had some serious doubts about the annihilator fucking me. I had taken the toy many times—or most of it—but my hole was tight enough that Daddy could only slowly push it in, make me hold it for a bit, and then slowly pull it out. I was also worried about my ability to get fucked with the giant toy because he had taken my poppers away again. After he filled my ass with a huge load of chempiss and plugging it inside me, he had kept me face down ass up on the bed while he watched part of yet another fisting porn scene. I was too high to watch it, and I couldn’t see the TV anyway with my head turned to the side and my chest close to the bed so the chempiss could work it’s way deep inside. After about 15 minutes, he said, “That’s had time to cook your hole. “ He reached down and grabbed the poppers from my hand. Putting them on his bedside table, next to the faint remains of our crystal supply, he directed me into the bathroom where he yanked the plug out and what little liquid not completely absorbed into my body dribbled out of my hole. I groaned and begged him to use me. And that’s where I was now, being used by my Daddy. Right now it felt amazing, too, the giant head lodged in my first chamber. “Squeeze your hole around the head,” Mark commanded, “Suck on it with your ass like you suck on my asshole, you nasty slut.” I did as he commanded, squeezing my ass muscles around the giant head. I immediately grunted and then moaned as the feeling of fullness increased sharply. The thing felt like a bowling ball in my ass. “Do it again,” Mark demanded, “And keep the pressure on until I tell you to stop.” I took a breath and as always, did as I was told. It really did feel incredible, this giant toy stuffed in my anal cavity. I could feel it reshaping and remodeling my insides, it’s hard shape pushing against my walls. “Take another breath,” he said, “And as you let it out stop sucking on the head and push out.” I took a deep breath, let up the pressure and pushed out—and that’s when Daddy made his move. With firm but gentle pressure he pushed the dildo into my hole. I could feel my second ring open, in a way it never had before, and I felt the big head move into my second ring. It got in about half way when it started to hurt. Daddy saw me start to tense up and he stopped. “Just breathe,” he said, “Breath and feel the stretch.” I had never felt this before—the toy felt bigger and more filling than ever before. I breathed in again, and as I let it out, Mark pushed gently and it was in. The giant head was inside my second ring and my asslips were wrapped around the slightly thicker shaft. I could feel the asymmetrical shape of the shaft filling my ass, the the fake vein stretching and bulging the bottom of my asslips so tight. I moaned loudly and deeply. Daddy held the toy perfectly still. I was breathing heavily, my mind a jumble. “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Please Daddy fuck me deep.” I could practically hear him smirk, although I was focused more on the intense feelings from my ass more than anything in the world. “That’s what I am doing, you slut,” Again there was the pause, the little moment of respite for the building of desire. Mark knew the exact rhythm how much more body could take. He knew when to push, when to hurt me, and when to make me wait. It only took a few seconds, as hungry as my ass had become, and without thinking about it my hole relaxed slightly, my back arched, and I moaned. As I did so he pushed slowly and steadily as more and more of the dildo—bigger than either of my arms—disappeared up my ass. I groaned, lost to thought, feeling nothing but submission and I desire to have my ass filled. Slowly but surely, my ass opened until all 16 inches of the tool was buried to the hilt. I was shaking very slightly now, panting, with low deep moans between pants. I bucked my ass a tiny bit, like a bitch in heat, as I felt the giant tool stretch me completely. I couldn’t move much—the annihilator’s immobilized the middle of my body, it vast firm thickness filling me from my assring to deep, deep inside. “Oh daddy, fuuuuck meeeee,” I begged. “Take me, use me, fuuuck meee.” If it had been obscene before, when my mouth was glued to his assring, this was even more so. My skinny flat twink ass bisected by the giant black silicon shaft. My asslips were completely taut—even if there had been more crystal, there was no way a finger was going between that ring and the silicon god ravishing my hole. Daddy held the beast steady, using both hands around its giant balls. The toy rose and fell with my deep panting, every moan causing it to bob slightly. I was masterful display of dominance, the way he kept that shaft firmly planted all the way in my hole. After a good five minutes of this—Mark later told me the giant fucker was so heavy, he couldn’t keep it steady much more—Daddy told me to breath and slowly, tortuously, the giant toy excited my hole. Expecting a rest, I flopped on my back. “Legs up, cunt, daddy demanded, “Your need to be fucked.” Once my legs were in the air, Daddy pushed the toy back in. It slid in slowly but smoothly, barely registering any resistance from my broken down inner ring, although he knew when it did by the deep moan I let out. Once there, Daddy wedged the toy on the bed, letting about an inch of it out of my guts so the heavy balls could rest on the bed. I was panting again, breathing heavily from the intensity of this second deep fuck. The toy was huge in my ass, making my ass the absolute center of my universe. I could honestly think of nothing else, could feel nothing but the incredible giant fullness, the stretch, the constant oscillation of pain and pleasure emanating from my anal cavity. Mark laid back and reached for his cigarettes. On screen, a group of German muscle men were engaged in a noisy fistful. But I could barely see them, my mind was so engrossed in trying to understand the feeling of something so large lodged in what felt like the root of my body. As I lay there trying to both come down from the deep fuck and the feeling of fullness, Daddy put his cigarette down and started using his mouth and hands to pinch and bite my nipples. After doing this a bit, his teeth clamped down hard on one nipples and I felt him move the base of the toy of the bed and slowly push those final inches into my hole. I groaned loudly, and Mark bit my tit harder. “Do it, please, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee “ I begged. Mark began to slowly pull the toy out, about four inches and then back in. He did this slowly over and over again. The entire time I begged him to keep fucking me, feeling the giant head of the dildo and the massive shaft reshaping every part of my insides. It hurt some, especially as the head moved inside me, but I began to crave it more, The rough play at the start of the session which Mark had soothed with his fist full of Tina—had implanted a dark desire deep in my soul. Mark slowly sat up, keeping the relentless slow fuck going, but now he began to pull out further, six inches out and back in, then relentless 8 inches and back in. “Harder, daddy, more,” I panted, “Fuck me with your giant cock.” My begging egged him on. He knew the toy was so obscenely big that it magnified all feelings in my add, but he also had me where he had been molding me for weeks—with a serious hunger for deep fucking and taste for some rough, hard, okay. And so fuck me he did, relentlessly. There was no way the toy was going to be able to punched in and yanked out, the way he had with the little beaded dildo at the beginning of the night. But he had the perfect tool for a Tina-craved size-queen twink who he had taught to crave bigger and harder things. He pulled it out and pushed it in, increasing the fuck speed by tiny amounts until he was long dicking my ass with the dildo, pulling it until the big head was in my first chamber, and then pushing it relentlessly forward, stretching and ruining my inner ring. I lay there, legs high over my head, so turned on I was tweaking my nipples and touching my body, feeling the giant tool rearranging my insides as I felt my abdomen move from the outside. My head was all over the place. The toys hurt, it felt amazing, it felt like someone was dragging a bowling ball in and out of my ass. It felt like I couldn’t live without someone using my hole like this every day. He fucked me for what felt like forever—I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or 40–but he delivered a final series of four harder nearly full length fucks of the dildo, each one causing me to cry out and writhe in pleasure and pain. “Like it when I fuck you like that?” Mark growled, delivering the final deep fuck. He pulled the the giant tool out of my hole too quickly and I cried out. As I went to put my legs down, panting from the ass workout. “Stay put,” he commanded, and lined the head of the dildo with my ass and in one push, the hardest and roughest he’d been, pushed the giant dildo through my anal ring, the giant head pushing and bruising my ass as it slipped easily through my second ring, and lodged itself deep in the furthest reaches of my colon. There was a pause. I was moaning heavily, panting, sweat streaming off of body from the intense fucking. My jumbled mind knew only that my hole was his to command, I could think about nothing other than getting more of that fullness, more of that fucking, more of that giant hardness stretching me. And then with slow and steady pressure Daddy pulled the giant tool out of my hole in own smooth motion. As the giant head entered the outer chamber of my ass he pulled harder, and my world exploded into stars and I yelled “Fuuuuuck” as the giant head pulled my asslips out into a giant rosebud. Mark said nothing, put the toy down, lit a cigarette, and turned his eyes to the porn on screen.

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

I did it because it is something I always wanted. At first I just had gloved sex only , then one time a condom broke and the only reason I knew was suddenly sex felt so much better. Then it was a couple of times raw where the top pulled out. After that some years lister I saw a bottom take a a load right in front of me and I swore that I was only doing to go completely raw and if anything happens, it happens. The next day I took the top I saw the night before and let him unload in me. That was in 2006 and I have zero regrets. Still never pozzed but I don’t expect that to last much longer. Again no regrets when it happens. If you have any ounce of regret or hesitation don’t do it unless you’re on prep at the least.

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

Chapter 8 I walked into Dr. Manning’s office and his adorable receptionist looked up from his computer and smiled at me. “Good afternoon, can I help you?” “Hi, I’m Kevin I have a 4pm appointment with Dr. Manning.” “Welcome, Andrew didn’t tell me how hot your were.” I started blushing. Damn I was doing that a lot lately. “Mmm and you embarrass easily. Hot! Okay fill out these forms and we’ll get you going.” I filled out the paperwork and returned them to him. He looked them over and said, “yum, I never would have thought you were 51. Bet you have the young guys hanging all over you.” “I, umm, yea, umm no not really.” “Too bad. Well okay I’m Matty. Go ahead and have a seat. The doc’s running a little behind today but the wait shouldn’t be too long.” “No problem, thanks.” I took a seat and started looking at my phone. About five minutes later I heard the elevator open but wasn’t paying attention to the guy that got out on the floor until I heard Matty let out a shriek. I looked up and saw him hugging and kissing what looked like rather nice young man. I just smiled a little jealous I didn’t get a greeting like that. I wouldn’t mind Matty’s tongue down my throat. They broke apart and continued talking but I couldn’t make out their conversation. Soon the other guy turned and started his way over to where I was sitting. “Holy fuck!” The guy said. “Dad what are you doing here?” Josh asked me taking the seat next to me. “I’m here to see the doctor. What do you think I’m here for,” I said grinning. “Very funny dad. No seriously why Dr. Manning?” “I’ve got a little problem and my boss recommended him. Said he’s the best.” I was so focused on Josh that I hadn’t realized Matty was now standing right in front of us. “Sorry to interrupt,” the huge grin on his face contradicted his statement, “but Josh, did you call him dad, as in this is your real dad not some daddy you picked up at the bar?” Now it was Josh’s turn to blush. I jumped in to save him, or embarrass him more, just depends on how you look at it. “Yep I’m his real dad. My sperm helped create this fine specimen of a man you see before you.” “Dad really please stop talking.” “Now Josh, is that any way to speak to your father?” Matty asked, trying not to laugh. “Maybe he should take you over his knee.” “Matty please I’m begging you stop talking.” “Josh at times like this I find the best way to get Matty to stop talking is to put something in his mouth.” I looked over and saw someone else had joined us. “Hi, I’m Chris, Dr. Manning’s nurse. I’m guessing you’re Kevin?” We shook hands and he squeezed mine a little before letting go. Chris was gorgeous, over 6 feet tall, hairy arms; he filled out his scrubs nicely. His top was so fitted I could easily see the outline of a pierced nipple. “Matty, I’m sure you can find something to keep Josh occupied with while I take care of my next patient.” He winked at me then took my hand to lead me to the exam room. “So Kevin, lets get your vitals. I understand you’re here for an STI check,” he grinned at me and I shook my head yes. He got everything he needed then went through the standard questions. I smiled when he got to, “are you sexually active?” I started laughing. “Oh right I guess that would be a yes. Do you have sex with men or women?” “Well, lately it’s been just men.” “So would you consider yourself bisexual then?” “Up until a few weeks ago I would’ve said straight, but today I’d say 100% gay.” “Well excellent. Welcome to the family, I think you’ll fit in nicely. Okay sit tight and the doc will be in shortly.” He squeezed my knee and left the room. A few minutes later Dr. Manning walked in. He shook my hand and introduced himself. “So Kevin, I understand you’re one of Andrew’s boys.” “Umm well I guess you could say that, but actually he’s my boss.” “Mmm that must be convenient for him. I know I alway love having a willing hole hole or two around whenever I need to release.” Okay wow just where the hell had Andrew found this guy. “He’s been good to me,” I said not really sure how to respond. He had an amazing smile. “So Andrew did give me a little bit of info about why you’re here but why don’t you give me all the details.” “Well, I ah, kinda had unprotected sex over the weekend. A lot of unprotected sex.” “Hey no reason to be ashamed. Trust me no judgement here. I think it’s important for guys to embrace their true nature. So let me ask you, are you HIV negative?” “Well honestly I’ve never been tested. I was married to a woman but haven’t had sex in a very long time. So I think it’s safe to say up until last Friday I was negative. Now after that well,” I shrugged and smiled at him. “Based on what you’ve just told me I’m guessing you’re also not on PrEP? “Correct.” “Andrew mentioned that he and Greg gave you 3 loads each.” “Yes that’s right.” “And you know Greg was just recently confirmed as having full blown AIDS?” I shook my head yes. “How did it feel when he ejaculated his extremely toxic cum deep inside your body?” “It was absolutely amazing sir. I mean part of me was like ‘what the fuck are you doing,’ but the other part of me was ‘fuck yeah more please!’” “I’m guessing based on your visit to me today, the ‘more please’ part of your brain won out,” he said chuckling. “Ahh yea, that’d be an accurate statement. I may have stopped at a bar on the way home and ended up with another seven loads.” “That’s great! I’m really proud of you. Why don’t you take your clothes off and we’ll see what’s going on.” After what happened with Andrew I didn’t even think twice, just stripped down. He examined my cock first. It had some puss oozing out. “Is it painful to urinate?” “Like pissing glass.” “We’ll run tests just to be sure but I think it’s safe to say you have gonorrhea. I’ll go ahead and give you some antibiotics to start clearing that up. Why don’t you stand up and bend over the table so I can examine your anus. After so many guys used you let’s check to make sure there’s no damage. Did you bleed?” “Well Greg and Andrew used a toothbrush on me sir.” “Damn sounds like they were thorough. We’ll do an HIV test too although I’m sure it’s too early for that to come back as positive just yet.” He started his exam of my ass rubbing his fingers over my hole. I started to moan a little and he chuckled. “Oh shit sorry sir.” I was so embarrassed. “Don’t apologize son, that’s just your true nature coming out. Let’s me know Andrew was definitely right about you.” “Ahh what’s that supposed to mean?” “How many times did you come Friday night?” He asked instead of answering my question. “Umm only once, and it was pretty early in the evening.” “Did you play with yourself at all?” “My cock? No, my cunt, every time I didn’t have a dick in me.” “Son, you’re a bottom cum slut whore who’s purpose is serving real men and your only concern is this beautiful pussy and having a real man’s cock inside you. You’re not concerned about cumming or your average sized penis it’s all about your ass. Now don’t get me wrong, you’ll be asked to top occasionally to share your gift with other bottoms but mostly you’re just here to service real men.” “Okay sir,” I said feeling a little dejected. What the fuck had I become. By this time his fingers had entered me and he was massaging the inside of my cunt. “Oh Kevin, no no, you miss understand me. This is nothing bad at all. In my world, which you are know definitely apart of, bottoms like you are very special to us. Not many guys are willing to bend over and take any load offered to them without asking or caring about status. Too many bottoms today go on PrEP so they can be total sluts without having to worry about catching the bug. Those guys are being very disrespectful to all the real men out there who have a special gift to share. Let me ask you, when the guys at the bar fucked you, did you ask any of them their status?” “No sir, I just wanted their cum. I didn’t care about anything else.” “Exactly my point, son. This is nothing to be ashamed of, embrace who you’ve become.” With that he now had four fingers deep inside me massaging my prostate. “Your cunt feels amazing, it’s healed nicely and really opened up for my fingers.”About this time there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Chris stuck his head inside. “Doc can I have a minute?” “Just come in. My fingers are rather busy at the moment.” Chris went over to the doc and whispered in his ear. “Well damn, really?” “Yep, ask him.” “So Kevin, Chris here tells me your son is Josh who just happens to be in my other exam room.” I was having a really hard time concentrating with his fingers inside me. “Ahhh, yes sir.” “Does he know what a slut his dad’s become?” “No sir, he thinks I’m still straight.” “And just what do you think he’d say if he saw you bent over my table with four fingers in your cunt moaning like a whore?” “Honestly I don’t know sir.” He removed his fingers and said, “okay, Chris would you please draw his blood for a full STI panel and give him his antibiotics. Once you’re done, go ahead and move him to the other room.” He winked at Chris and I started to get nervous. I’ll go finish up with my last patient of the day then Josh and I will come join you.” “Umm doc, I really appreciate everything you’re doing for me but, uhh, this was not exactly how I envisioned coming out to my son.” “I know Kevin, but some opportunities are just too good to pass up. And remember, your doctor always knows best!” With that he winked at me then left the room. Chris started chuckling. “This is so not funny,” I said. “Kevin relax. Something tells me we’re going put that beautiful ass of yours through quite the workout tonight. Now is that such a bad thing?” “Well...” “Exactly!” He smiled at me, “and trust me, you’re going to love your sons cock inside you; he shoots the biggest loads.” This was so not how I pictured my evening going.

Chapter 5 Andrew lead me down the hallway to the guest room with Greg close behind us. I stepped in the room and my jaw hit the floor. “Welcome to our playroom,” Greg said wrapping his arms around me. In the center of the room instead of a bed was a sling. Along one of the walls was a table filled with all sorts of toys and in the corner was a fuck bench. “Wow, I love what you’ve done with the place,” I said. They helped me into the sling and made sure to secure my legs and arms. “Damn, look at that ass,” Andrew said stepping in between my legs. He started rubbing his fingers over my hole. “Kevin, I have to tell you I’ve wanted to breed this cunt from the second you walked into my office. Have to say I’m impressed with your progress. I really thought it’d take longer to get your neg ass in this sling.” I was moaning like crazy as he kept fingering my ass. He was up to three fingers and I was starting to pant like a dog in heat. He pulled his fingers out and I felt so empty. Greg took his place and started rubbing his cock around my hole. “So honey should I tell him or do you want too?” Andrew got an evil grin on his face and said, “you do it honey it’s your fantastic news.” I was going crazy, “will someone please fuck me!! I need a dick inside me, now!” “You heard him Greg. Fuck the slut, he’s begging for it.” “Kevin, you want this toxic cock in your pussy?” “Yes god damn it, fuck me now!” I screamed. “You asked for it, here it cums. You should know slut, I found out today that this cock inside your pussy is full blown.” With that he shoved in balls deep and started fucking me hard. When he said those words my cock exploded all over my chest with the biggest load I’d ever had. I was moaning so loud Andrew shoved his cock in my mouth to keep me quiet. “Fuck! Look at that load. You sick horny faggot, you love having that full blown cock up your cunt don’t you?” I couldn’t answer with his huge dick in my mouth so I just sucked him harder. “When Greg got home today and told me the news we knew you’d be the perfect neg slut to take his first full blown aids load. I have to admit, for awhile there I wasn’t sure if you’d really show up tonight. I clamped down on Greg’s dick and started milking him while he was fucking me. He shoved in all the way and I could feel him start to coat my ass with his deadly cum. At the same time Andrew grunted and started shooting his load down my throat. Holy fucking shit! What had I just done? I’d taken my first toxic load and it was a fucking aids load at that. Andrew pulled out of my mouth as Greg slowly removed his dick from my ass. “Clamp down don’t lose a drop of my special cum.” Greg leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. “How you doing Kevin?” Andrew asked. I was trying to get a handle on my emotions. Greg was still between my legs and started to rub my cunt with the head of his cock. “It’ll take me a few minutes for me to recharge, so just breathe deep and enjoy this moment. You’ll never be the same after tonight, we’ve made sure if that.” Andrew asked again how I was doing. “I think we may have broken him honey.” I had all these thoughts going through my mind but one kept repeating over and over. “I’m so fucking empty, I need more. Please I need more cum,” I softly said. “Wait, what’d you say Kev?” Andrew asked. “I need more. Please, please give me more cum, my pussy is so empty.” Andrew walked over to the table and grabbed a brand new toothbrush. He looked in me in the eye and asked, “you know what this is for slut?” I shook my head no. “This here is going to ensure we knock you up.” I started to get a little nervous and he could see the concerned look on my face. “Its all right slut, if you want more cum inside you, we need to brush your pussy really hard to make sure you’re properly prepared to get pregnant. So what’ll it be?” I moaned, “do it! Please knock me up!” With that Andrew started brushing the inside of my cunt. He twisted it around to make sure Greg’s load was being massaged into the lining of my ass. He pulled the toothbrush out after a few minutes and it had streaks of dark pink cum covering the bristles. “Prefect!” They both said. “Damn, I think you’re ready Kevin, and look at that my cock is too.” With that Andrew shoved his dick inside me and began pumping in and out. “It takes me a little longer to shoot my second load so this will give me plenty of time to work Greg’s load deep inside you.” He continued fucking me for about thirty minutes. I was in heaven. I had no idea sex could be so amazing. Pretty soon I could tell he was getting ready to cum. He looked me in the eye, grinned then shot another huge load inside my cunt. He pulled out and Greg took his place. They continued using me all night, taking turns breeding my ass. By the time they were done with me they’d given me three loads each. Andrew shoved a butt plug up my ass and told me to leave it in all night to give their swimmers enough time to do the job. They helped me out of the sling and my legs were like rubber. “So how you feeling now?” they asked as we got dressed. “Like a fucking slut.” I grinned from ear to ear. “That was amazing. Thank you! And Greg, I’m honored to be the guy who got your first full blown loads.” He gave me a deep kiss. “You’re welcome slut. Give my babies a good home.” “Kevin,” Andrew stopped me at the door, “you thought you were horny after Charlie fucked you, you have no idea what you’ve become now. We’re around all weekend, so if you need more you know where to find us. Also don’t be afraid to find some on your own.” He got a wicked grin on his face, “maybe it’s time you came clean with your friend and your son.” He winked, gave me a kiss, then shut the door behind me. I stood out in the hallway for a second then headed for the elevator. Damn, maybe he was right. Maybe it was time to have a serious conversation with Josh and Scotty. This could be interesting.