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Part 18 Ryan was jackhammering my hole powerfully and relentlessly, burying his fat hard meat over and over in my guts as deep as he could. His thrusts were so forceful I could barely hold on to my dick to jack it. But that didn't matter. What DID matter was the unimaginable pleasure this young hairy man was making my sore but greedy ass feel each and every time his cock bottomed out in my fuckhole. I don't know how long he had been fucking me like this or how long he'd been fucking me at all. When he first slid his cock into me he had gone slow and easy, allowing us both to enjoy the initial connecting of our bodies. We had made out passionately like two teenagers in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. His muscled hard hairy body had felt so good grinding against my own sweaty hairy body. He kept the dirty sex talk going too to heighten our arousal. “Aw damn, Daddy Justin,” he'd moaned after the first few slow steady strokes. “I can feel all that cum inside your ass lubing up and coating my raw dick. All that cum Drew and then Kevin dumped in you. I'm fucking it deeper into your ass. You like me using their cum to fuck you don't you?” “Oh fuck yes!” I'd answered him. “Fuck their cum deep in me! And make room for your cum man! I want you to add yours to theirs,” I almost pleaded. “You'll get it stud. I promise. I've been wanting to breed you since Kevin and I first met you in the park. Just like I fucked Kevin not long before that. Remember eating my cum out of his ass?” “Hell yeah I do! Tasted so good! I want your cum in my ass just like Kevin got it! Cum in my married fucking ass Ryan and breed me!”, I'd shouted. And now it seemed he was getting close to doing exactly that based on how intensely he was fucking me. I was in a mindfog resulting from a combination of lust, sex and Tina. Nothing else seemed to be important besides Ryan's dick in me and my need for his cum. His was the third dick to fuck me today and his would be the third load of cum to flood my hole. And if all three of these hard-dicked fuckers wanted to go for round two I was more than willing. I suddenly became aware that Ryan was once again fucking me in a slower more sensuous rhythm. I wanted him to cum in me but this slower pace was probably meant to extend our fuck. I opened my eyes to see Ryan just finishing up a hit on the pipe Kevin had offered him. They both noticed me watching them and Kevin asked if I wanted some more fuck smoke. A question all of us knew didn't need to be asked. Kevin climbed up on the table then straddled my waist, kneeling on his knees as he leaned forward and slid the pipe stem between my lips then lit the flame. As I started to inhale I felt Ryan's cock continue prodding my insides with the head of his cock, while at the same time Kevin started talking. “That's it, buddy,” he said looking directly in my eyes. “Keep smoking. You like that smoke and how it makes you feel, I know. We all like the way the fuck smoke makes you feel and willing to have fun with us. It makes you a cock and cum slut just like us. You like being that don't you, Justin?” Kevin asked as I blew out a big cloud. “Mmmmm, yeah. I do. I can't believe how much I want it. Everything,” I finished just as Kevin lit the bowl again and told me to take another, bigger hit. As I readily followed his instructions I felt a hand wrap around my throbbing shaft and start stroking it up and down with what felt like lube. The unseen hand worked my cock as I continued drawing in the fuck smoke and Ryan continued feeding my ass his cock. Could it get any better?, I asked myself. I was about to find out. As I exhaled my second hit and started a third one at Kevin's urging I was only hazily aware that Kevin was repositioning himself, lowering himself until I felt his hairy ass crack make contact with my rigid cock. My eyes widened but I kept inhaling more fuck smoke and heard Kevin say, “You know, buddy, you've fucked Drew and Ryan. I think it's time you fuck me too so I can feel your cheating married daddy dick in my ass and feel it cumming in me. Mixing your cum with Ryan's. You want to fuck me too, Justin?” he asked pulling the pipe from my lips at the same time he slid his ass over my cockhead. I blew out the smoke not bothering to hold it in this time. “Oh fuck! Oh yeah! Your hole is so tight and warm. And wet!” I said loud enough for all of us to hear. “It's wet from all the cum I dumped in him earlier, daddy,” Ryan said looking over Kevin's shoulder as Kevin took the remaining inches of my cock inside his hole. “Just like I'm going to make your hole wetter when I add my cum to Drew's and Kevin's. Fuck him, dude. Fuck him and breed him while I fuck and breed you at the same time!” I knew then that, yes, it definitely could get better! (to be continued)

Chapter 1: The Life of Nine Daniel stepped out of the shower, water dripping off his tautly-muscled body and his still-rigid cock. From under the spray, Laszlo asked, “Does that thing ever go down?” Daniel chuckled. “You want to have another go and see if you can make it go soft?” “No, thanks. My hole is going to be sore, and my jaw’s going to ache for 3 days as it is.” Daniel methodically dried off his 9-inch pride and joy, then went back to towelling off the rest of his body. He and Laszlo had just finished filming a scene in which Daniel had face-fucked and ass-fucked the slim, boyish Hungarian for a total of five loads. He’d pumped a first load down Laszlo’s throat, then fucked Laszlo missionary and planted a second one in his hole while Laszlo came hands-free all over his abs and pecs. Without even stopping, Daniel had kept right on going, continuing to pound Laszlo’s ass, now rolling the compliant bottom onto his face and mounting him from behind, lying right along his back and pounding deep into his hole. When Laszlo yelled that he was going to cum again, Daniel speeded up and dumped his second load into Laszlo’s battered hole, then pulled out to let the cameras see what looked like a tidal wave of sperm slowly oozing its way out of the younger guy’s well-used ass. After Daniel had eaten and sucked all his cum back out of Laszlo’s stretched-out butt, he had rolled Laszlo onto his back and shoved his cock back into the boy’s mouth so Laszlo could clean him off. When he at last pulled free, the two cameramen wanted to get in on the action. Both of them were rock-hard and ready to go, and in what seemed like no time Laszlo had taken a third load up the ass and a second one down the throat. Daniel had kept right on stroking, and then drove his still-hard erection deep inside the hole of the cameraman fucking Laszlo and dropped his fourth load of the day inside another willing and tight ass while the cameraman was breeding Laszlo. It had been quite the afternoon. Even for him, this afternoon’s performance had been one for the record books, but the slim, dark-haired Laszlo had been his favourite kind of guy to fuck, and Will, the red-haired cameraman, had been cut from the same cloth – slender, muscled, and with a firm, round ass that opened right up on demand. Once he was dried off, he crawled back into the bed, tired at last and glad of a chance to get some sleep before it was time to go downstairs for the wrap party that night. It had been a busy week, during which he had filmed three scenes altogether. Just as he was dropping off to sleep, he felt another body sliding under the sheets and curling up against him. Laszlo murmured, “Is this okay?” Daniel reached out an arm, pulled the younger guy close to him, and they both fell asleep almost at once. It had been eleven years since Daniel had done his first shoot, and it was that first film that had given the then-eighteen-year old stud the advertising tag that had stuck with him ever since: “The Hawaiian Nine.” Half his reputation had come from the length and thickness of his cock, the rest from his uncanny ability to keep calling up multiple cum shots while filming. But then, his copper-coloured skin and devastatingly handsome face had done no harm for his career either. Daniel, the Hawaiian Nine, always looked as if he had just stepped off Waikiki Beach, and that was legitimate because he actually was Hawaiian. He came from a typically Hawaiian family, with various mingled bloodlines traceable to every corner of the Pacific Ocean. As a youngster, his father had been a champion surfer, and he’d passed on his skills and his love of the big waves to his eldest son. Daniel’s mother had been more problematic. As a church deacon, she had lived many hours of her life within the church at the end of the street, and it had always pained her that her son, her pride and joy, simply didn’t share her enthusiasm for Christianity at all. Daniel, of course, knew exactly why he was avoiding the church, but he also knew that sooner or later he was going to have to come clean to his parents, and that was going to be messy. In the event, he didn’t get the chance. When he was eighteen, he got a job on the mainland to earn more money for school, and it was there that he had taken on the additional job of doing favours for an older man who turned out to be a porn director. Wild sessions in his lover’s bedroom led soon enough to sessions in front of a camera, and to his first film scene. His long, thick cock had made mincemeat out of the inexperienced hole of the bottom who was paired with him, but he had gotten a bonus from the production company’s owner after delivering not one, not two, but three fountain-like money shots during the one shoot. The film, and the bonus, were his undoing. Back home in Kauai, another young gay man he’d never met fell victim to a snooping father who found the scene on his computer, recognized Daniel, and told Daniel’s mother at church what he had seen. In later life, Daniel, when telling the story, would simply say, “I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.” Things got messy all right, and in ways which he hadn’t even anticipated. His father, although concerned about his well-being, was prepared to accept his decision to work in the porn industry, but his mother most certainly was not. She had told him he was no longer welcome in her home -- and was no longer her son. When his father remonstrated with her, she turned on him, declaring that with such a weak-kneed approach to what was right and moral, he was no longer welcome either -- and that he had better leave right away so she could call a good divorce lawyer. Nor did things get any easier when Daniel’s younger brother and twin baby sisters lined up on the side of their father and their brother. The resulting divorce proceedings were messy in the extreme, becoming a nine days’ wonder in the local media. Daniel watched it all from a safe distance, in West Hollywood, and continued squirrelling away money for his education after each shoot. He made five films for the director before they broke up, and by that time he had a reputation of his own and could get jobs with any production company that wanted him. He laid down some strict guidelines for himself. Film shoots were an absolute no-no during work terms at school. He accepted offers for holiday periods only, and the offers became much more reliable and consistent when he shared his school schedule with several of the production companies which allowed him some leeway in choosing his scene partners. In due course, he finished his business finance degree with time and money to spare, and promptly bought an equity share in one of the production companies which hadn’t used his services. This firm specialized in twink-on-twink action, and had no need for Daniel’s particular abilities, but he was shrewd enough to know that this was one of the most foolproof market segments. Over time, with the help of careful investing and a bequest from a sympathetic uncle, he increased his holdings to forty percent of the total, but acted mainly as a silent partner. After all, the management was getting great results, both in the quality of films and in the financial statements, and only an idiot plays games with success. Daniel himself had bigger plans, and these became obvious when he placed his forty percent stake into the hands of a new production company with himself as sole owner, Hawaiian Nine Films. In no time, the twink studio was rebranded as “Twink Heaven, a Hawaiian Nine Company.” He then begged a couple of friends to work for nothing for him, to help him get established, and the three of them proceeded to make the new company’s first film, Hawaiian Nine Nights, which immediately put the new company onto a truly solid financial footing. Within the year, Hawaiian Nine Films had a solid professional staff to run the business and was making more and more films itself, under its own name. Daniel had hired some of the best directors and camera men in the business. The quality of his films became the envy of the industry, while his name on the website drew endless numbers of viewers. Well, that and his legendary tool. It may not have been as long as some porn dicks, but it was unquestionably one of the thickest ever seen on film – the thickness making that rampant erection appear actually shorter than it was, until a bottom began sliding down onto it, and kept right on sliding farther and longer than anyone expected. It became a sort of tradition at Hawaiian Nine Films that, whoever else was featured, the boss always performed in one scene for each film, either within the story or as a “bonus extra” only for those viewers who actually purchased the film, as opposed to simply streaming it. The film that he’d just finished making with Laszlo had been the fortieth production of Hawaiian Nine Films, and it had been the first one in a few years in which he’d played more than a single scene or bonus. He’d fucked Laszlo, he’d done a scene with another twink “borrowed” from Twink Heaven, and then he’d brought the house down by letting himself be fucked and bred on camera by the legendary Rod Rammer, whom he’d persuaded to come out of retirement for this special appearance. By now, the rumours were out on the street that Rod actually preferred to bottom, and the “bonus track” for this video featured Daniel fucking and breeding Rod, the first time that famously top-only man had ever been fucked or bred on screen. The rumours were proven to be right on target when Daniel had let his load spurt into Rod’s hole just as Rod was cumming hands-free, a fountain of cum that shot out of his rigid eleven-incher to a clear three feet in the air above his twisting, convulsing body. This whole scene was such a huge coup for Daniel that he actually had planned to market the bonus as a separately-priced item, available only at an extra fee and only for purchasers of the full-length film. After sleeping for an hour and a half, Daniel awoke to find Laszlo still sleeping and still cuddled up against him, there in the spacious master bedroom of his condo. He felt a little sorry for Laszlo, who was likely to get totally overlooked in the whole fanfare over the two scenes with Rod Rammer. Because Laszlo was actually a gifted performer as well as a sweet bottom, Daniel resolved to give him featured billing, if not as prominently as himself and Rod. As he was thinking these thoughts, Laszlo began to stir. Daniel stroked his face gently, and the younger man came awake with a beaming smile on his face. “What’s made you so happy?” “I was just dreaming about waking up in bed next to you, and look – here we are!” “Laszlo, don’t get your hopes up.” “Oh, don’t worry, I know all about that. It’s a job, it doesn’t mean anything else, don’t let yourself fall for your scene partner, blah, blah, blah.” “Smart man. Let’s hop in the hot tub on the balcony.” They went outside, pulled the cover off, and turned on the jets before settling into the steaming, bubbling water as it swirled around them. Daniel leaned back with a grateful sigh, letting the foaming action soak away the tension in his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes of relaxing, Laszlo resumed his line of questioning. “But what about you, Daniel? You could certainly do worse than fall for a sweet young thing like me. And it’s not like you’ve ever been seen with anyone since you broke up with….” “Stop right there if you ever want to get another job with Hawaiian Nine.” “Okay.” But Laszlo looked a bit doubtful. “Laszlo, I can read you like a book, and you’re asking all the questions: what makes him tick emotionally, what’s his private life like, who if anyone has been in a relationship with him, all that gossip magazine stuff that always makes everyone too damned nosy. No one knows about my private life because I don’t have one – not the way you’re thinking of it, anyway.” “Do you miss it?” There followed a moment’s silence. Then, Daniel’s taciturn reply – if you could call it a reply: “We’d better get going, don’t want to be late for the wrap party.” And he stood up, taking a towel for himself and handing Laszlo the other one. In twenty minutes they were both dressed, and Daniel shooed Laszlo out of the bedroom, saying he would follow in a minute or two. Downstairs in the big open-plan main room, the caterers had gotten everything set up and then had vanished as requested. Jim, Rod’s husband, had taken over the management of the bar, and was busily mixing and dispensing drinks to all comers. Laszlo was in a corner, making animated conversation with Terry, the other twink from the film. Will, the red-headed cameraman, was chatting with Rod Rammer, and directing covert, envious glances at the star’s legendary cock bulge. Other assorted members of the cast and production team mixed and mingled. Daniel flung himself into the party, mixing and mingling with his best sparkling smile and vigorous laugh. Rod Rammer cornered him, with a proposition – he and Jim would love to have Daniel come over for another private three-way, like the one they’d had the previous year when the whole idea for Rod’s appearance in the film had been hatched. Eddie, the other cameraman, let him know that he had left a camera running when he and Will had gone to town on Laszlo, and there might easily be another scene or bonus in that footage. Terry came to talk to him, plainly angling for another film gig. Daniel was polite but noncommittal. During their scene, Terry had been about as sexy as a lump of rock, and it had been a challenge to stay hard and to cum on cue. Other voices tossed out other casting suggestions to him, a few of which intrigued him enough to make a mental note to investigate. But all the time, somewhere deep inside, he was pondering Laszlo’s question. Did he miss having a private life? The more he thought about that, the quieter he became, and the people there who knew him best could tell that the boss was deep inside himself again, and likely to remain that way for the balance of the evening. The party finally began to wind down, with the business management team of Hawaiian Nine doing the honours of helping all the guests on their way. At last, the condo was empty except for them, and they quickly said goodnight to Daniel and left themselves. Daniel was alone. But not really alone, because Laszlo’s question was still hanging in the air. Did he miss – did he even want – a private life?

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Curious if any of you have gone and had sex with someone that turned out to be closer to your circle than you thought? An example: I was in LA for work. I flew in the Friday before so I would have the weekend to hang with friends. That Saturday night I was out with a buddy, had a couple drinks and a gummy that got me going. Unlike NYC, LA closes down or starts to around 2am. My friend went home and I back to my hotel. Curiosity had me on grindr before I was out of the elevator. The great thing about traveling is you can have a blank profile (not recommending) and still get a bunch of hits. The algorithm is in your favor. I took a quick shower and made sure I was good...just in case. With no real intention to hook up, some times I just like the attention. One guy, headless torso, was in the hotel across the street from me. In town for work, not single, insists on playing safe "if it gets there." All the things I like to hear. He asked if I wanted to come over. I told him I was already in bed, in my underwear and sent him a photo looking down my body to my briefs and my spread legs as a tease. He messaged back with a dick Pic, asking what I wanted him to do to me. "well, may favorite thing is to beat off while hitting poppers with a guy between my legs teasing my hole with his dick" I fired back. That got me a double fire reaction. "only teasing or can I push in?" "if I take a big hit of poppers and you felt the urge to push the tip in... I wouldn't be mad." "just the tip?" he asked. "well, if you wanted more than the tip you have to wrap it up," I confirmed. "of course, I only play safe" he reminded. "what room are you in?" I was tipsy and still rolling from the gummy (I know I'm a lightweight). My heart started beating fast and I text him my room number. Then I went to my bag to unpack my sex kit to realize it wasn't in my bag. "I don't actually have my stuff, no condoms, poppers or lube" I messaged real quick. "no problem," he said. "on my way." Within minutes he was at my door with a sexy grin because I answered in just my Aero briefs. Not chatting, his hands went to my hips and started kissing me before the door was closed. We stumbled to the queen sized bed and I fell backwards into it, him on top of me, spreading my legs wide as we shuffle to the center of the bed. His clothes flying off quickly, then he yanked my briefs off, tossing them aside and they landed on the weird lamp in the corner of the room. He resumed kissing me for a minute, then reached back for his sweatpants to grab some poppers out of his pocket. It was a new bottle and he managed to rip that seal off with his teeth and then passed them to me for the first hit. It was strong, I just lay there and enjoyed the rush of the new bottle as he positioned himself to close the gap between my ass and his dick. Rubbing the fat, leaking head of his uncut 7.5" rock hard dick up and down my crack, searching for my hole. As soon as he grazed over it I let out a soft moan. "yeah, you like that?" "yeah," I moaned and started stroking my dick. Rocking my hips on his cock as he jerked himself off on my hole. Both of us moaning and enjoying the feeling of each other's sex parts and all of the touching we don't normally do with strangers. Another hit of the poppers and I felt him add spit to his cock and try to push the head in, but I'm too tight and he just keeps teasing. A few minutes later he pushed a pillow under my ass drops down and starts running my hole. I moan softly, running my fingers through my hair, jerking off with the other hand as my ass clenches and relaxes around his tongue as it gets a little deeper with every flex. Fuck it felt good, an expert ass eater. He pops back up and grinds against me, spreading my legs further apart, letting his cock slip into my now wet hole. I quickly took a deep hit, then another of the poppers and passed it to him to inhale. He took a long hit and then passed it back as he added pressure to my hole with his cock head I took another hit and felt the incredible pressure of his head popping into my hole.. I the my head back into the pillow and let out a louder moan, flexing my hole on his cock. He moaned with me and started stroking my cock for me as I enjoyed all the pleasure running through my body all at once. His one hand stroking my dick slowly, the other massaging my thigh and the space between my balls and hole. It felt amazing! As he stroked me he rocked his hips a little, "you like that?" he moaned. I nodded my head and let out a gaging "yeah" and placed my palm on his lower abs to remind him not to push all the way in. We rocked and moaned in pleasure for a few minutes and then he grabbed the poppers and leaned into me, helping me take another hit and not so subtly getting another inch into my tight hole. I took the hit and then the other side, the rush rolling over me like a wave. Both my hands running throb my hair as I enjoyed more of his big dick, sliding in with ease thanks to his precum. "fuck" I breathed out, feeling him spread my legs and deliberately ride that wave with me another inch deeper and then another. "fuck you're tight," he whispered as he bottomed out inside me. I smiled in bliss, "fuck dude, that feels so good." I felt him flex his dick inside me, "yeah real fucking good." He learned in, getting even deeper into me as he came in for a passionate kiss and started slowly rocking his hips into me. Moaning with me. My arms around his back pulling him in, I felt so good, the muscles in his back flexed as his hips curled his dick deeper into me. "fuuuck", I moaned, bragging the kiss he went straight to sucking my neck and I moaned. "did you bring the condom?" "I didn't have any," he whispered, still rocking his dick inside me. We both enjoyed a moment of knowing we had two choices, stop our continue. As he continued rocking his hips, deeper and harder with each thrust, his gentle curve hitting that spot inside me. " Can I fuck you raw?" he asked and kissed my neck without skipping a thrust. "You said you don't have anything right?" I wrapped my legs around his taught waist. "yeah," he shifted his weight to shift into a fucking position in the smoothest transition I've ever experienced. "fuck, don't stop", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him as he started to fuck me. "you sure?" he asked, full on fucking me now. "fuck yes, this feels so good," I moaned. He kissed me and fucked me firm but sensually, moaning with pleasure. His body in sync with mine, it felt amazing. He put sat up, putting my legs on his sculpted shoulders, he took another hit of poppers and passed them to me, starting to fuck me harder before I even had a chance to take another hit, but I did. He slowed after a minute, deep dicking me, "take another hit." He let my legs drop as I took a hit, he leaned in and I helped him take a hit as he slowly fucked me. I took one more then caped it and just enjoyed the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hole. "can I cum in you?" he asked and kissed my neck. I hesitated, thinking I should say no. "you feel so good, don't make me pull out, it won't feel as good," he kissed my neck, thrusting hard and deep into me. I didn't say anything, just enjoying his last few thrusts, "I'm about to nut man," he warned. Thrust, thrust, he lift his head and looked me in the eyes, "I'm going to cum in you" and I saw his face as his orgasm took over, felt his cock swell and spasm as he unloaded inside me. "oh fuuuuck" he grunted as his entire body flexed inside and on me, curling his hips to get his dick as deep as possible while he nut inside me "and then collapsed on me. His sweaty body relaxed on me as he caught his breath and his dick slowly went limp and slid out of me. He rolled off of me with a soft," holy shit that felt good ". Minutes later he got up and quickly dressed. "I'll be in town all week for work if you want another round," he smiled, pulling on his shirt. "I have a busy week, but maybe," I told him. He left and I showered. Sunday was a recovery day, chillen by the pool and jerking off a few times thinking about the night before. Monday came, I went to work and had a few meetings with producers. Then I was introduced to the crew, the audio guy, who's name is Cole, introduced himself to me with a grin. He had every right to grin, he fucked me like a pro Saturday night and blew his load inside me. Now I'm working with him for a week.

Lol. Never been fisted, but I got bred one morning and then had to lift a sofa at work later that day. When I tell you that a river of cum came out of my ass, it’s not an exaggeration. Fortunately my boss was another queer and thought it was hilarious. The whole showroom smelled like spunk for the rest of the day.

I love how innocent you are. It won't, if anything it will make going to the toilet easier. As you stretcher your sphincter to take fists and larger toys, you're stretching the muscle to accommodate it, however as its a ring of muscle it relaxes back into shape once you stop exercising it. So when you're not playing and are not empty your sphincter will relax back towards its usual shape and size and hold everything in, however when it starts getting stimulated again it starts to relax quicker so you can be fucked or fisted without much working up to it.

Editorial Note: What follows is entirely a story of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real or historical figures is pure happenstance. A Fateful Meet-Cute Prince Zaid Rohan Venkata, heir apparent to the throne of the Maharajahs of Alvar, and one of the richest men in India, leaned back on the leather sofa in his top-floor suite barely noticing the spectacular view of Washington through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sighed contentedly and used one hand to push the sweet, sucking mouth of Andy Galvin further down on his thick ten inches. With his other hand he stroked his lightly muscled chest and rubbed the salt-and-pepper fur that ran across his tight six pack, his body gleaming tawny brown in the dim light, his body honed by fencing, intense yoga, polo-riding, and his favorite exercise of all: riding the tight muscle ass of a ginger slut. The Prince had picked the boy up in, of all place, J.R.’s Bar. He hated the bar, with its outdated video loops and pretentious Washington men. His own tastes ran much more to The Eagle or the Green Lantern. But J.R.’s was a great place to pickup hot college boys. He’d noticed the stud immediately, standing with a group of friends, all obviously from his college. He was pretty muscular for a kid that young—a gymnast Zaid would guess. But unlike other gymnasts, who often didn’t have big legs, the little man’s thighs bulged, ending in a spectacular, muscly ass. He was short—probably 5’5”—and he had the milk-and-cream complexion and curly ginger hair that drove Zaid wild. Zaid was standing in the corner of the bar keeping an eye on the boy and his friends. The Prince was dressed with the quiet luxury of the very rich. On top an ivory Brunello Cuccinelli T-shirt rested perfectly tight, showing off his lean torso muscles and the dark fur on his arms, the only visible jewelry being the dark black ceramic Rado watch he wore. The watch’s band was studded evenly with brass studs, the only hint he wore tonight of what direction he liked sex to go. He wore a plain pair of dark blue jeans, custom tailored by his tailor in London, designed so the stitching subtly accented the bulge in his crotch and followed his long legs down to regulation Loro Piano loafers. Zaid could tell the boy was interested. And that meant he was exactly what Zaid was looking for tonight: a hot muscle red head with a daddy fetish. Tiring of the game and ready to get the boy naked and ass up in his suite, Zaid went over to meet the kid. His name was Andy and he had just graduated from Georgetown with a degree in finance. “I was ready to be done and get on with life, man,” Andy said. Keeping his face neutral, Zaid cringed on the inside. That would be the first lesson he’d teach the boy: Prince Zaid was his superior and always addressed as sir, or master, or preferably my lord prince. But he kept the boy talking, knowing it was too early to reveal his wealth and power. Zaid was fucking Andy’s throat hard, looking out the window and vaguely seeing the beautiful lights of the city. The kid was a good cocksucker, but Zaid’s ten inches were taxing his skills. Zaid loved the way the kids throat bulged as he gurgled and stuttered around the thick cock invading him. Zaid looked down, taking in how beautiful the boys pink lips looked stretched around his big tawny brown cock. Admiring yet again the boy’s bulging shoulder muscles, and the deep crease in his perfect back, he glanced back at the upturned muscle ass, perfectly accentuated by the bright red jockstrap he wore. It had been that jockstrap that sealed the deal. And the kid didn’t know it yet, but that jockstrap and what it represented was probably going to alter his life forever, introducing him to a world where his public life would be resplendent with the ease of effortless luxury, his needs catered to by an army of servants, but his private life would be one of groveling sexual servitude, kneeling always before the big cock and being a slave to its wants with all his body and soul. Prince Zaid had discovered the red jockstrap after he’d gotten the kid away from his friends. He had taken him to a discrete corner of the upstairs balcony, and they had started making out, the boys cock rock hard against Zaid’s thigh as he kissed him. Once it was beyond clear the college boy was into a man slightly more than twice his age, Zaid had felt inside the back of the boys jeans, wanting to feel the flesh of the hard muscle ass, the boy cooing a bit as he felt up Zaid’s big cock with his smaller palm. “Is that a jockstrap, boy?” Zaid had queried. Blushing, Andy looked sheepish, and said, “I wasn’t going to stay here all night. My real plan was to hit the Green Lantern later.” Now Zaid was really interested. “Turn around and let me see it,” he said, effortlessly spinning the boy around and pulling the back of his jeans out and down slightly. Leaning forward and pulling the boy’s hot body against his torso, Zaid growled in his ear, “Red heads aren’t supposed to wear red and gay boys shouldn’t wear red to a fetish bar unless they know what it means.” Turning to face Zaid, his crystal clear blue eyes gazing directly into the taller man’s golden hazel ones, Andy said clearly and firmly, “I know what it means, sir.” After he came down the boy’s amazing throat, Zaid returned to the sofa, where he was now sipping on a crystal tumbler of scotch. Between his legs Andy nursed and suckled on his still half-hard cock. Andy kept his back perfectly arched and his ass high and it looked for all the world like he was doing his favorite thing in the world. Zaid decided to test the boy and released a mouthful of piss into Andy’s mouth. The kid's eyes flew open and he swallowed and moaned, looking up the whole time at Zaid. And so Zaid fed him the entire contents of his bladder, Andy eagerly swallowing without losing a drop. Between the perfect position of Andy’s body and the way he drank Zaid’s piss, Zaid knew the boy had received some training in the rules of gay fetish. But there was an important point Andy wasn’t aware of yet: all the next week, Andy would be uncovering fetishes and discovering needs he didn’t know he had with the help of the dominant prince he was now serving. The minute Zaid saw the red jockstrap on Andy’s muscle ass the Prince’s plans for the next week changed. Zaid had gone out looking for a relatively straightforward hookup, preferably with a young blonde or ginger and ideally one who didn’t mind if things got a little rough. But the fact that the kid was into fisting moved Andy into a whole new category: Prince Zaid was seeking a new full-time boy. It had been 5 years since Zaid had moved Jake from the penthouse in New Delhi where his current boy always lived and into Jake’s own luxury penthouse in Berlin. The entire time Jake had been his boy he had used his marketing skills for one of the prince’s families hotel brands. Now that he had five years of marketing experience to top-off the marketing degree from Princeton he had just earned when Zaid drew him into his orbit, he was ready for a junior leadership role. But Jake had wanted the Prince to love him, and had grown bitter and resentful when the Prince refused Jake. And so when his five-year contract ended, he had not renewed and had wanted to move to Berlin because it was the world capital of sleazy sex. Zaid was still close with both of his previous boys, and both benefited from the complex interplay of business interests that Zaid ran on behalf of his family. And after Andy was tested in the next week, Andy might very well be putting his prestigious business degree to work in the financial interests of the Prince of India he worshiped privately at home. Zaid was now busy strapping Andy’s ass. He admired the perfect red stripes against the cream-colored skin and the way his gorgeous ass muscles clenched with every hit. He really hadn’t intended to do this here in the hotel. He’d moved Andy to the smallest internal room of the suite—some sort of small sitting room—and closed all of the doors, turned the aircon on with the fan running, and made sure soft music was playing in the lounge—he didn’t want anyone to come question the sounds a hot little stud made when getting his ass strapped. First, the strap itself was noisy, making a big slap as the wide, heavy leather hit the hard, muscular ass. Second, even young men who had clearly had some physical discipline like this before involuntarily made noise. Zaid Rohan had pulled the strap he was using currently—and the big ball gag with its thick leather cover completely obscuring Andy’s lips and audible cries—from his traveling bag of tricks. He really had intended to just keep to increasingly hard but relatively vanilla sex. But the way the boy had looked at the prince while drinking his big piss load had really turned the prince on. And after seeing how red his very hard spanking of the boy—and how quickly Andy’s ass had started meeting the blows—he needed to at least give the boy one strapping. He’d given the boy a small bump off Tina—Andy had just smiled dreamily and nodded when the Prince showed up what he wanted to put up his hole—to get the inside of his ass buzzing to match the outside. And so here he was, admiring the gorgeous ass as he striped it red. He paused, and reached out to lightly squeeze the boys big balls firmly, the boy groaning and deepening the arch of his back as the prince squeezed. He’d tied the boys oversized balls—Andy’s little height supported 8 inches of thick uncut meat with balls to match—up tight, pulling them back through his legs and connecting the long rawhide tie to one of the gromets on the boy’s collar along the line in his magnificent back. Every time he received a stroke from the strap, the movement he made pulled and squeezed his balls, but the tension also reminded him to keep the position, because a deep arch in his back was the only way he could get any relief from the constant ache of pressure on his balls. Still squeezing, Prince Zaid leaned down and spoke in the boys’ ear. “Like that sting, do you you, you little pain slut?” he said in a low voice. Knowing by now the strictness of the man and his rules, Andy immediately struggled to mouth “Thwank you sir, yews, sir” around the gag. “Just 20 more to go, you hot little slut, just 20 more.” As Andy squared his shoulders and arched his ass, Prince Zaid silently thanked whoever had been giving the boy some training. Prince Zaid was only giving the boy 60 straps now, but he knew that after just a month in his household, the boy would be taking just that many before breakfast. He smiled. Any BDSM training at all allowed him to go that much deeper into the boy’s darkest places when they went to his Aspen estate for the week. Prince Zaid and his family owned many homes and apartments all over the world. The Prince was heir to a ceremonial title and a vast fortune. He was married to a gorgeous woman from an Indian family almost as old and as a rich as his own, and together they had three beautiful children. And while both Zaid and his wife were gay, no one in the world who knew them really suspected it. He doubted even their parents did, although one never knew. His wife had a long-time private secretary who was actually her lover. And Zaid had conquests and leather friends of all sizes, shapes, and colors scattered around the world. But the leather people all knew him as the mysterious and wealthy businessman Mr Rohan, for discretion was essential for people in his family’s position, India was still a pretty conservative place. In addition to all this Zaid also generally had an owned boy, a sexual servant-slave. If Andy agreed—and from his reactions to the way things were going the prince was pretty sure he would—then Andrew would be Prince Zaid’s third owned boy over the last 20 or so years. The Prince’s last boy, Jake, was smallish, around 5’7”, with golden red-blonde hair and light tawny skin that was a warm color, and unusually for a redhead, turned golden tan after just a little time in the sun. He had been a wrestler at Princeton, before serving Zaid for 5 years, so his body was similar to Andy’s. The first boy had been Benjamin, the princes servant-slave for nearly 12 years. Benjamin was around 5’8” and had been a swimmer at Yale. His coloring was precisely that of Andy—cream skin and classic red hair—but he’d been much leaner than the other boys when he first came to live under the prince’s command. But by the end of those years, as Prince Zaid’s attraction to muscles grew, so did Benjamin’s muscles. He was now in his mid 40s, and a big jacked muscle daddy bottom. Like all the prince’s boys he had left the relationship with a solid personal fortune, a multimillion dollar apartment, and business contacts around the globe. He currently lived, with his new lover and master, in the Aspen estate’s four bedroom gate house. He was living off the proceeds of the sale of the global accounting firm he’d founded. He now managed the prince's estate while he decided what to do next. Andy was kneeling in the huge shower in the suites’ bathroom. He’d been taught a different position, with his muscle chest down low the floor, his back more flat, his muscle ass up. He still wore a collar but the tie around his cock and balls was gone. Andy grimaced slightly at the memory of the pain in his balls as the binding was removed. His weight rested on his big shoulders and his hands held his ass open. Prince Zaid was standing to his side, naked except for a cock ring that emphasized the thickness and length of his gorgeous cock. Prince Zaid speared the boys insides with a thin flexible black tube. “Let the water flow inside you, slut,” Zaid commanded quietly, using the portable shower shot—with the water pressure set to slow stream—to spear inside the boys guts. Andy felt the by-now familiar pressure build slowly, this third time even deeper inside him than the previous two. When he’d been done receiving the final 20 straps, the last five so hard and so fast he was literally screaming and crying by the end, his mouth muffled by the huge plug, the prince had held him close and praised him for doing well, his hard cock jutting into Andy’s abs. Andy had relished in the praise and moment of gentleness, melting into the hot daddies embrace. After about ten minutes of cuddling on the bed, the prince had turned Andy’s face towards him. “I am going to fuck your ass, slut,” the prince commented, “Fuck you like no one has before.” Then he whispered in Andy’s ear “I know you enjoyed that Tina, boy, so I am going to give you a little bit more up your ass. It will sting mud more this but make your ass feel warm and good in just a few seconds.” Andy had nodded and then gasped sharply as he felt a sting, as the prince pushed a small line’s worth quickly in the boys hole. Zaid speared the tube deeper into Andy’s hole. This was Andy's fifth and final enema tonight, and Zaid was much deeper than he usually went with a relative beginner. He had planned to give the kid two, more than sufficient to mildly humiliate him while make that he really was truly clean. But then Andy had questioned Prince Zaid by assuring him that he was, in fact, already clean and didn’t need an enema. Zaid had slapped the boy hard across the face, his eyes cruel, and said “Impertinence! You do not question my commands, slut.” Andy looked terrified, as Zaid quickly snapped the ball gag into place. Zaid roughly bent the boy, and spread out his legs, and told him to grab the chair in front of him. Zaid then delivered five sharp cracks of the cane to the little muscle ass, Andy crying out after each one. “You will receive additional punishment for this,” Zaid assured Andy in a dark voice, as he forced the boys creamy hairless torso up against his darker, furry one, drying Andy’s tears with his kisses. And so punish Andy again the Prince did. He had given the boy the tina dose mainly to make it easier for him to learn to enjoy taking enemas that were probably going to get deeper than he had ever gotten on his own. But instead the prince had gone hard, giving him three additional enemas as punishment, telling him so and making the boy thank him for the punishment each time. And each time he pushed the hose in deeper and made Andy hold more water. But by the final one he could see the Tina was working, uncovering for the boy the ways that this stretching was like stretching with cocks and toys and fist, but different too. He left the hose in the boy—his asshole was tight around it, and as the boys guts filled with water, The Prince asked him, “Do you understand why you had to be punished? You weren’t as clean as you promised, slut.” Andy looked stricken, ashamed at his inexperience and naive to the fact that most of the dirty water had come out only during a deeper phase of the cleaning. “I am sorry, sir.” “Take four big sniffs of theses slut,” the prince commanded, and watched silently as the boy did four big hits of poppers, the high of the poppers would help his ass relax and take more water. A minute or three later as he saw the boy’s expression change, as coming off the high and he realized his guts were stretched around the most water he’d ever taken, the prince stopped the flow and started sliding the tube out. He slid a small blue orb buttpig into the boy, sealing the water in. He so wished he could use his fingers to start playing with the boys hole, dissolving small shards of Tina and making the water shift around to distribute it deep inside him. But he wouldn’t—not yet, anway. Andy had to be basically sober when he made the declaration on video that he not high and not being coerced into boarding the plane to Aspen. The prince had a legacy and empire to protect, and had to be extra cautious about flying boys to his private estate and using them for days. Benjamin, Prince Zaid’s first boy, now 45, stood at a doorway in the basement of the big house on the private estate outside of Aspen. So, he thought, my lord prince finally has a boy he wants to test. He had been 25 when he met an incredibly magnetic and handsome man named Rohan at a party in Manhattan. Rohan was 37 then, the twelves years seeming to make the man so much more mature and wise than he could ever be. He and Rohan had started dating after that party, and Benji didn’t ask a lot of questions. Rohan was smart and wealthy and glamorous and they went and did glamorous things and ate glamorous food. After a few weeks, they began to have the most intense, mind-blowingly amazing sex of Benji’s young life. At 24 Benji was no virgin, but he’d only had sex with an older guy a few times. There was something about the way Rohan treated him, commanding him in bed and moving him around, that he found liberating and exciting. It freed him of his sense of always needing to push and be a leader. Benjamin smiled, opening the door to the dungeon to make sure everything was in order and that the fridges scattered across the big complex of rooms were stocked with beer, water, Gatorade, fresh fruit, youghurt and protein drinks, remembering the thrill he had felt when his lord Prince Zaid had shown 24-year old Benji, the dungeon hidden behind a soundproof door through the vast walk in closet of the bedroom in the Manhattan penthouse. Benji had been wearing a collar and cuffs for only the second time, and he was a little wobbly from having had his ass freshly and intensity fucked by a large dildo and Rohan’s thick ten-inch cock. Rohan had led him around the room, briefly describing the areas of the dungeon, that version far smaller and less scarier to the uninitiated than the one behind the door Benjamin pushed open. But he knew that his lord prince would eventually say to the boy Andy, something very close to what he had asked Benji all those years ago, “Come and explore all this with me, beautiful little man, let’s take a journey together.” And Benjamin also knew that the second Andy said yes, Rohan the wealthy businessman would become Andy’s lord Prince Zaid, and Andy, the boy, was on his way to becoming Andrew, the man.

This happened to me last week. I was walking past a well known cottage, I needed a piss anyway so popped in. The place was empty, so went to the urinal and pissed, when I finished I played with my cock a bit and soon got hard. Anyway there i was jerking off and i heard footsteps approaching, so I pretended I was pissing. A guy approached the urinal and unzipped, I could see from the corner of my eye he was jerking and looking at me. So I took a proper look at him, he was about 6ft 1, blond hair, blue eyes, slim and in his early 20's. He was hot and it did not take long for my cock to stiffen again. I started to jerk my cock again and turned to face him, slowly jerking my cock as I watched him do the same, my 6 inch cock looked tiny compared to his, it must have been about 8 or 9 inches, uncut and I wanted it. We made eye contact, and I said follow me and went to a cubicle. I closed the door behind us and kissed this hot stranger, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my cock was now rock hard. Whilst we were kissing, I put my had down to his cock and felt its hardness through his jeans, my hand reached for the zipper and opened the fly of his jeans. His rock hard cock flopped out of his jeans, I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly jerked it, moving my hand up and down the full length, from the bulbous head to his big balls. I stopped kissing him and went to my knees, undid the buckle on his belt and undid his jeans and pulled them down. There I was on my knees with a huge uncut cock inches from my face. I put his cock in my mouth moving slowly down the length of his shaft, it was too big for me to get it all in my mouth but I did my best. I was sucking wildly on his cock as if it were some popsicle. I grabbed his cock with my hand and pulled his foreskin back, revealing a large head, I resumed my sucking again, paying particular attention to the head, the guy (I never got his name) began moaning as my attention to his cock got more intense. I sucked for another couple of minutes, when he asked me to stop as he was about to cum. I said to him I want his cum in my mouth. He said no, he wanted to fuck me. He asked me to stand, he then pulled me close and kissed me some more. As we were kissing, he grabbed my ass, his finger rubbing my hole. He then just shoved his finger in, the pain was intense and I tensed up a bit, but he continued to finger fuck me, I soon relaxed and he entered a second finger in me and this continued for a few more minutes. He withdrew his fingers and told me turn around and bend over, I happily obliged. He lowered his head to my ass and spat onto my hole and fingered it in my tight hole. He then stood up and pushed his bare cock deep into me, he held it there for a few moments whilst I adjusted to his huge manhood. He started slowly, pulling back until he almost came out of my ass then pushed back in to the hilt. Gradually his pace quickened until he was fucking me nice and hard, his cock pulling almost all the way out, the big cock head almost popping out, then forcing back deep in me, his shaved balls slapping my ass. He grabbed my hips and fucked me nice and hard. Meanwhile my cock was bouncing around and slapping my belly as he fucked me deep and hard, a stream of pre-cum oozed from my cock. I was fucked this hard for about 5 minutes, when his pace changed, he started moaning and said he was about to shoot. He asked if he could cum in me. i agreed he could. He slowed down slightly and grabbed hold of my hips tighter. His cock pulsed in me and I knew he was cumming, He stopped his thrusting and left his cock in my ass as he finished emptying his cum into me. He pulled out, wiped his cock on some tissue and left. I went to the hand basin and washed my hands. I could hear him talking to a woman outside. She asked him what took him so long as he was nearly 15 minutes, he apologized and said he didn't feel too good. I think it was his girlfriend he kept her waiting whilst he fucked me. Luckily I don't think she heard his moaning. I had enjoyed my visit to this cottage, I had gotten a good fucking and an ass full of cum. I shall return to this cottage in the hopes of more fun, hopefully with the same guy.

Of course you're 100% correct. Perhaps not merely "a part of", but the most important part of Ownership. I know and understand that lots of guys think that Leathermen are just costumed tricks, but there are some of us still around that take The Life seriously. Caring for, seeing to the welfare of, protecting and loving our "property" is one of the biggest thrills we experience. Whether it's a monogamous relationship (highly unlikely), or making sure the sub gets as much extra action as he needs/wants (highly likely), caring for the well being, advancement, increasing his knowledge/understanding of the LeatherLife, keeping him in good health, exercising all facets of his intellectual curiosity, on and on and on - is a huge thrill for a Dom.

As a rule I don’t like to cum until my top does but my current daddy won’t have any of that. He insists on fucking me while watching me leak and that’s exactly what just happened less than 20 mins ago. This time he intentionally fucked me in the rhythm of me rubbing my dick, it made me crazy. I started cumming at that and he unloaded inside me. He pulled out, I cleaned him up with my tongue, and like always I gave his wedding ring finger a little suck to remember me until next week. Now I’m on sniffies.

was gonna say that's a bit weird -- the men and women I fuck? I love em' used. love being the 2nd, 5th, 10th, guy to slide in raw and spray my seed where it belongs.

Omg I love it ! At the chance of sounding like greedy pig.......More please more 😈😈

Renting a villa in Bali for a week. Have been chased on Hornet for a few days by a guy whose profile pics were so hot I thought he was catfishing, a super fit money boy or simply a hot guy way out of my league. I established he wasn’t a money boy and took the plunge and invited him over. He was even hotter than his profile pics. Before anything happened he sat me on the sofa and had a chat - it was more like a job interview as it was clear he only fucked with guys he clicked with and wasn’t about to simply get it on without small talk as some of the hookups over previous days had. Ten minutes later I was relieved to have made the grade but I still wasn’t fully aware of what I was in for. We went into my bedroom with the rather romantic four poster bed with almost silken mosquito net in Arabian nights’ fashion. He removed his clothes except his briefs and slipped out for a quick shower. He had a broad dark brown, almost black, smooth hard chest and fully tattooed back. When he returned and lay across the bed I found he had the most enormous cock, which he had coyly concealed beforehand. With the setting complete I started my work of nibbling nipples, kissing and eventually taking that big cock in my mouth caressing and sucking it and ultimately taking as much as a could down my throat. The guy was active with my nipples, mouth and cock before he took over as the principal director of the fuck. He started expertly rimming my hole and then started easing his cock in with no lube. Although I was expecting a load of pain I made no protest but was relieved when he took pity and located my silicone lube bottle and greased up. There was some exquisite hurt associated with his pushing his huge tool fully into my hole but that pain is part of the deal and I welcome and enjoy it. He began his thrusting and didn’t stop for 45 minutes. Always on my back with us able to see each other’s face and sometimes kissing. We would moved the position of my legs but otherwise fairly relentless. Half a dozen times there would be an angle that permitted more depth and combined with powerful thrust would seem to go a bit deeper within me causing an involuntary gasp from me and a smile and ‘very deep, yes?’. When I bottom I try not to come seeing my role, and delight, in bringing my top to ecstasy in my body. However, the guy had tried to make me come by stoking my hard cock while pounding on me which I subtly discouraged. But he asked me to come and confirmed he was close and I obliged seeking to align with what appeared to be his imminent orgasm. At that time his body quivered he gasped, quivered again, and then over a minute four separate spasms which appeared to be the most immense orgasm. However, without lying back or withdrawing he slowly began thrusting again. This was no short endgame he was soon back to maximum thrust. After a while this was repeated and he began again. When the third and final orgasm came a massive load was deposited partly inside and partly on my leg. He later explained that he had come in small quantities the first two times but had not been able fully to come though tiredness from his work or something and started again to come completely. This was something new to me but worth experiencing.

i'm in Palm Springs for a few days. Guy contacted me on Squirt, he was in a restroom at a Lowes, said it was "busy." Haven't done RR in a long time, but... muscle memory? i ended up going and all 5 stalls were full, some doing business, others looking for sex. We ended up in a stall next to each other and in a lull He slid under and i sucked Him a few before someone else entered the restroom and we both retreated. He invited me into His stall, and hormones being what they are, i went. He got up on the toilet so there'd only be two feet in the stall, spread His legs and offered His Cock and i sucked some more. He got hard pretty fast and wanted to fuck me... which is what i always want, so i turned around and positioned for Him to slide in. It was an awkward position for both of us and He had a hard time getting in at first, but we both prevailed, He came as soon as He got in. There was not really any fucking, He just penetrated me and came, and i did not know until He withdrew and i turned around and He said: "fuck yeah!!" and i saw a drop of cum on His cock, which i immediately suck off. A quick check of my hole and i had a nice creamy load. He was happy, so was i. i thanked Him for His cock and seed and left.

Pulling out is for porn lol

I think all btms want to be bred, just a matter of time before they admit it to themselves and beg for it.

The Ginger in the Dungeon Andy was stretched out on the big rack in one of the larger rooms of the huge complex of rooms that made up the basement dungeon of the big house on the Aspen Estate. He was literally stretched out, Rohan had turned a winch after cuffing him in, stretching his arms and legs until he couldn’t move much but not so stretch so much it hurt. He watched as the hot Southeast Asian daddy affixed a crazy looking network of leather and metal around his big penis. His penis had shriveled over the last however many hours, Rohan giving him more Tina up his hole in small, timed doses. But his 8 inch uncut cock—huge on his short frame he knew—was rock hard now. The hot leather daddy had given him a shot of something called trimex (Andy had closed his eyes—he couldn’t watch a needle go into his dick) and before long Andy was hard. Every time he just looked at the man’s big beautiful dick, it got harder. Andy felt something enter his urethra, again, and he groaned. He had never been sounded before today/tonight—he’d long ago lost track of time—but Rohan had slid increasingly larger and larger rods into his piss hole. Andy wasn’t sure if he loved it or hated it, but he knew he hated it when a big sound down his shaft was electrified and the setting pushed up so high it felt like lightning burning his dick from the inside. Prince Zaid Rohan smiled at the boy’s groan as he pushed the relatively small stud ending in a small smooth ball into the boy’s piss slit. He knew the boy’s urethra was sore, as Andy had been sounded quite a bit tonight, but this little rod attached to an electrified cock cage was only about an inch long and thin and smooth. It was much smaller than the ribbed and ridged sounds the prince had used earlier. He had electrified each of those sounds, carefully mapping the boy's reactions to each setting—from gentle pulses to crashing waves to the setting Andy at which screamed “burning fire” each time. The prince used the pain on Andy because he enjoyed seeing the hot little man in pain, groveling and begging him to stop, but also to learn the contours of the boy’s secret desires, as the prince began the slow but exhilarating work of uncovering yet another soul’s kinks. After a first round of sounding, he had started on a second round, electrifying each one. He did this because he sensed the boy's ambivalence about the sounds. He had taught the boy to crave when the electricity felt good with its gentle tapes but also the Prince began mixing that good feeling with the feeling of the burn, getting Andy to connect those feelings of pain and pleasure. The prince then moved to doing the same work inside the boy's ass with his very large selection of electrified plugs. Prince Zaid had been delighted at Andy’s body’s reaction to the plugs. Andy went wild the moment he first felt the preprogrammed series of small shocks and current changes in his ass, and he went crazy the first time the current caused his ass muscles to fuck in and out of his own ass, and then he screamed again of “lightening, sir” as the program switched to a sharp series of increasingly strong jolts. The Prince was in fact very pleased. The prince would get an appointment soon with Dr. Isabelli, a huge Italian leather daddy doctor, a prominent gastrointestinologist. Dr.Isabelli owned a large private island in the Caribbean with a stunning house in the middle. There, in the private medical suite attached to his own well-equipped dungeon, he would perform what was billed as a colonoscopy on each of the prince’s boys, usually within the first year. During the procedure he would indeed ensure the boy was free of the signs of cancer while simultaneously mapping in minute detail the geography of the boy's stretched out cunt, held open by pumped air and a big speculum. Then, in a procedure that was not standard, he left a smaller thin digital scope inside, one whose only purpose was to measure the boy's insides as the gas was expelled and deflated. It only stopped taking measurements when all the gas was out, giving the doctor a precise view of what the boy's colon was like at different levels of distensión. Doctor Isabelli would take that data and, working with Prince Zaid, design specialist stretching tools of all sorts—plugs, soft and hard dildos, electrified and regular ones, strands of balls and eggs in every shape, each of them spaced perfectly to make the boys ass tunnel bigger and more receptive. By the time Andy got to the third electrified plug the prince wanted to explore with him, the prince had forged ahead of his usual progression, choosing some larger butt toys he’d had designed and created for Jake’s hole. Jake had quickly revealed a perversion for electrified butt play very similar to the reactions he was seeing from Andy. For this new plan for Andy’s hole, the prince had selected a plug double set. Once inside the boy, a smaller tear-drop-shaped electrode would stretch inside the boy’s inner cavity while a much larger cylinder with a smooth cone rested in his outer cavity. The entire smooth surface of the toy would convey the same shocks program to the boys inner and outer cavity at once. What made this toy unique was that rather than letting his inner hole contract entirely around a thin cord once the two larger pieces were lodged inside, this one was created with a small round egged shaped piece who’s widest point was exactly 1/3 the diameter of the larger plug resting in the boy's hole. Andy felt the stretch immediately, as Rohan with the utmost gentleness fucked his outer hole with the small egg. He then felt the smaller egg quest into his inner hole and he sighed as it went in easily. He then felt his inner and outer holes opening at once, the outer hole stretching while some other smooth metal stretching his inner hole. He put his head back and moaned deeply, feeling the stretch hard but somehow delicious. Rohan smiled wickedly as the toy went in, he’d chosen the stretch perfectly. Andy didn’t know it but the toy was designed to stretch his hole exactly 3/4 inch deeper and 1 inch wider than the stretch of the prince's own hard cock. The toy was a part of a set that started with a toy just slightly smaller than his own cock and ended up five inches deeper and nearly 10 inches wider. It was designed to facilitate using only his cock followed by electrical buttplay to open a boy for fisting. Rohan still fucked the boy with the hard metal plug, he wanted to make the boy feel it before he turned it on. The toy was an excellent design, taking the hole of any freshly-fucked man of that general height, on a journey of dildos, first the size of his cock, and then as it went deeper, the smaller top egg would gently quest and stretch the hole deeper. He knew it would get to the point where he could bind the boy, attaching a popper feeding machine if he was feeling generous, and let one of the larger size plug sets fuck a boy on automatic. He would sometimes leave Jake for 1/2 hour or more with just the largest plug contracting his assmuscles and fucking himself automatically with the electric cock. He would then leave the thing on high for first five minutes then ten then 20, with ever shorter periods of the fucking motion he craved. As he did the boys desperation and confusion would grow until he enjoyed the searing pain setting almost as much as the fuck. Prince Zaid smiled as he adjusted the toy’s program to its lowest setting and watched the pleasure begin on Andy’s face. He knew he’d teach Andy the same thing. Jacob picked up the mobile phone and smiled, it was Benjamin. The servant-slaves of prince Zaid had stayed close after their servitude had concluded. During the first month or two, the prince tightly controlled contact between his current servant-slave and his former one. But after the first four to six weeks, depending on the boy, he definitely allowed the boy to seek emotional advice. Benjamin, older and more mature, had been a big help to him. “I wanted to tell you, our noble lord has a boy in the basement testing him,” Benjamin said gently, Jake paused, surprised to have taken the news quite so hard after five years. “Please tell me what you're feeling, Jake,” Benjamin said. “I don’t actually know how I feel,” Jake admitted, “Actually I think it’s relief that the experience is behind me, which feels like progress.” The two men often discussed the complex feelings they had about Prince Zaid. The Prince never ever ever used the language of love with them, although he showed often during and consistently after their relationship ended that he cared deeply about each of them. Jacob and his therapist Marcus, a prominent member of the Berlin LGBTQ BDSM community, were currently trying to untangle which of the Prince’s actions and words were caring/love and which were caring/maintenance. In other words, did the prince ensure emotional support because he cared about them as people or so they didn’t break down mentally and involuntarily end their servitude to him? “Maybe this time will be different,” Jake said, realizing yet again that what had gone wrong in his relationship with the prince was the mismatch of Jacob’s growing emotional need for a full romantic partner and Prince Zaid’s inability or refusal or fear of becoming such a partner to anyone. “You know, I think I am just wired differently than the prince,” Jake said, “We just grew to need different things.” Jake could practically hear Benjamin nod, “I still maintain that the noble birth thing plays a factor in that. But let me tell you the gossip about this new boy I conned out of the driver today…” Andy was finally getting fisted by Mr. Rohan and it was really fucking fantastic. He’d felt like he’d been begging for a fist up his chute since the sexy daddy Rohan had quizzed him about his red jock upstairs at JR’s. He was very, very, high he knew, riding the man’s furry arms right to almost to the elbow, and he knew he was making a lot of crazy noises. But he didn’t care, he felt so alive and free. He had experienced so many new things over the hours and hours he had spent here in this dungeon. He’d gotten so many enemas—some stretching painfully, some feeling strangely pleasurable. He’d been whipped and spanked and beaten with so many kinds of implements he could barely remember them all. Every part of his body from the soles of his feet to the tender insides of his asschecks and up go his neck, and every surface of his cock and balls glowed red from being attacked with some sort of punishment tool. He could feel the scratches and bruises and welts left from switches and straps and paddles all over the place, and knew the man had bitten him and left teeth marks he could feel but not localize. His oversized cock and balls, shrunk now by tina, ached from being squeezed and pulled and weighted. Rohan had even electrocuted inside and outside his cock and balls, using electrifying sounds inside his cock, and at one point, pushing pins into his balls and electrocuting the inside of his ass, his cock, and his balls in crescendos of pain and pleasure. Prince Zaid looked at Andy and he knew it was time. He noticed the tiny red dot scabbing the boys balls and his cock surged remembering how the little muscle stud had yelled in horrified outrage at how painful the pins were as the prince pierced him and then Andy screamed even louder at the intense pain the electricity caused. Zaid had kept him in it until he froze, howling in silence. The prince had stopped the younger man’s pain, reminding him gently that his master was the only one with that power, the prince's big cock swelling harder than it had at any point in the day, the boy mute and unmoving as he tried to process his pain. Gently removing the electrodes and then then pins from Andy’s balls, and pulling the big ribbed sound out of the inside of his pisslit, and the 2nd biggest of his custom double electric buttplugs from the boys stretched hole, Prince Zaid’s cock took Andy’s entire ass in one easy push. Feeling the clutching warmth of the boy's ass start to flutter around his big thick cock, the prince lost all sense of self for one of the longest and biggest orgasms of his life. When he opened his eyes again, he realized he was still rock hard and fucking the boy in a steady rhythm, his cock sputtering first leftover bits of cum, then precum, then giant spurts of chempiss into the velvety hole. The prince focused his eyes on the boys torso, seeing all of the marks of his intensive punishment in the red glow and bruises and welts on him, then his face, sweaty and marked by his own princely hand, he focused in on the eyes staring into his his, the baby blue nearly impossible to see because of the dilated pupils. He leaned in and heard the boy chanting “Fuck me, fist me, please use me, sir,” over and over as the boy started to have a massive anal orgasm, his hole sucking and sucking around the prince’s big cock, Andy’s asshole drawing the fluids the Prince’s cock produced deeper into the boys core. There it began feeding a glowing fire, a need to be stretched, to be taught to not fear pain, to understand the deepest stretches not as pain, but as desire, a fire that the Prince intended to feed, tend, and stoke daily forever.

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)

It's been almost 4 years since I ended up in Toronto and although I've done well professionally, I was still not doing so well personally. Relationship wise, nothing remarkable had happened. I had a few relationships here and there but I found that I was not really ready to commit myself into a life of monogamy that includes mortgage and monotony. The guys were great but they were predictable. The last guy I was with, Devin, begged me to take him back after he caught me piston fucking someone from my running team on our sectional sofa, in the middle of the living room. We had only moved in for about 5 months and things were becoming stale. I thought that I could just not go through the talk and just show him how the effort I've put in our relationship has dissipated. Yet, he persisted on forgiving me and we've come to a sort of open agreement that he was quite happy with, even though I was getting around more often than him. Devin is a shorter than me at 5'8, I'm 5'11. I turned 31 last month and Devin, though smaller than me is 33. He's built stocky and evidently, spends more time at the gym in sculpting his physique. Naturally, I'm blessed with a swimmers figure and try to run when I can. Devin's conservative Vietnamese upbringing had always fascinated me, but it grew him out to be sort of prudish, believing in a very heteronormative way of life. Him suggesting for us to be polyamorous rather than straight separation was better than his greatest fear of being alone. I could only do my best. It is also quite obvious at this point that I was always the top since Devin's glutes were made of gold. He could mount me and make me cum quicker than most guys I've fucked. I was lucky to have a piece of ass like Devin, but there were times where I too wish to get plowed by a good old fashion cock like I could when I first came out of the closet. When Devin said that we could bring other guys over, the smirk I gave him was probably the most authentic emotion I've expressed to him in a while. "Even if he tops me?" Devin stared momentarily and nodded. "Only if you do it in the other room" I've only gotten fucked twice since I started seeing Devin. Sadly, it was the same guy from work who now had changed cities. He was also on the downlow with a fiancée back in his home town. It had been almost 9 months since. When I started to explore my sexuality, I've always seen myself as a total top, but the first time I bottomed, I knew it had to be cherished for a few people. The man who impaled me for the first time was a T.A. I had back in Queens, Rostam if I remembered correctly. A doctorate student from Iran. His juggernaut sort of arms held my broad chest from behind in an inescapable lock, penetrating himself into me in a rhythm that we both danced to. I still remember how massive his girth had expanded my hole into another dimension. I could only push myself back against him as it was impossible to move any further. With his other arm, he held my waist to guide me in following his pace. It was one of the longest fuck I've had, and the most memorable. I was lucky that my first time bottoming was fucking incredible. Not only that, It was also the first time I came without touching my own cock once, as his careful gyration was also making orgasm gliding up and down and finally, to the point of no return. I can still remember his pants and heavy breathing close to me, as he rested his chin on the right side of my shoulder, grazing it with his smooth facial hair. I felt him caressing my ears, teasing me with small bites at the lobes, whispering how great I felt and how he was going to come inside me with his warm load. I had no fear of being bred, even if I wasn't on prep. The moment he had reached climax with his final exhalation, I too froze with him in that moment and noticed how my cock had been leaking before ejaculating slowly. Though I hadn't come much, the orgasm I felt was once in a lifetime. Since then, I prefer to top rather than bottom but when the opportunity arises, you bet I'm going to take a cock like a good boy. Only if the guy was a fraction of how Rostam was. The DL coworker I had was well endowed, though far from what I desired. The weather was getting warmer and it seemed that we were now in Spring. It was Friday night and Devin had plans to go to the bar with some people from spin class. I brushed by him quickly before he left to tell him that I might have someone over. He only pecked me on the cheek and wished me a good evening. We could've argued and I sensed it in him, but I'm sure we both don't wanna waste any time. 15 minutes to 9 PM and I open the apps for the first time that day. Devin had left around 8 and if I plan it properly, I could be done by 12, or earlier and minimize any potential guilt that would happen if Devin sees me with someone else. The grid was messy as always, littered with ads. They get worse with each update and yet I come back. 10 minutes after I reached my scrolling limit and hopelessly put my phone away, I got a tap notification from an profile with only a pic of his torso, wearing leather harness, framing his chest with tits, both pierced. Age, 52. Name: Ludvig. In normal circumstances, I'd be picky, and go for guys around my age, but I was already exhausting myself with second thoughts and was feeling adventurous, assured in taking the plunge like I had before, especially when I found myself reminiscing the good fuck I had in my youth. I began the conversation with a "Hi, how's it going?" "Not bad, just looking for company tonight. You have nice eyes." "Thanks, do you have any photos yourself?" Immediately I received 5 photos. The first was him in leather chaps, probably the full photo of his prof pic, with his head now shown. He was tall, almost 6'2 and was slender. Buzzed clean cut with a sharp widows peak. At the centre, a septum piercing. Eyes were hollow, with dark iris and despite his weary figure, his lower body was lean and he remained muscular above, especially at the arms. The next photo was similar, but arms now crossed and showed volume. His expression was also more sinister, naughty maybe. His smile was seductive yet eery. I'd be lying if I say I wasn't turned on. Strange given that my preferences usually don't align with the likes of this man. The third was him lying on his bed, nude and legs apart. He had a serpent for a dick. It was thick and was comparable to my own palm. I couldn't imagine gripping it. There was even a can of lager on the side of his thigh for comparison sakes. The icing on the cake was the bright golden P.A. at the tip of his member, curved and shiny thanks to the reflection of the flash. He was leaning against a bed frame, in a nonchalant manner while maintaining his gaze to the camera. His mysterious expression seemed to brought out a sort of force which compelled me to desire him. The fourth picture was him in a leather jockstrap, with only his back shown. A scorpion tattoo centred right below his neck, with both claws spreading on his lats. The tail, trailed down to his spine, ending with its sting pointed before touching the waist. Above the head of the scorpion, the numbers 1996, arched in gothic style. Physically, his back was more defined and sculpted than his front. He had a similar kind of V frame as me though his massive arms had also balanced his torso symmetrically, giving the tattoo a perfect fit. His ass was firm, and resembled solid buns with little fat and thorough edges, just like the other parts of his body that was thin and weary. Perhaps it was the effect of age and my lack of experience with elder men that lead me to these observations that might seem shallow, though I was not discouraged in the slightest. The fifth, which I assumed was his way of saving the best for last, was not a photo of a video compilation of him, fucking a few guys, probably 8 clips in total, all ranging in shape, size but similar in my age. The duration was almost 18 minutes. I felt as if skipping them was a disservice. In each subsequent clips, all of the bottoms shared a look of ecstasy and submission that he was verbally instructing them to follow. He was not just commanding, but encouraging the bottoms on how to accommodate him. Clearly, his size tested some of their patience but his manner of speaking was gentle and careful but also at times strict if they flinch. They were like animals that only he could tame. Some of the guys were also spanked and whipped, much to their approval if they attempted to escape his grip. Each guy, Ludvig rode had rode with their full willing submission. In the clips, each of them begged for his load, even the ones who taking it with pain and each time before he came, right at the peak of his final thrust, he would never fail to ask the bottom if they're ready for his special gift. None denied or tried to move. They all accepted and slammed themselves into him while he tightly lock himself on them, ensuring that not a drop is wasted. When Ludvig pulled out, after momentarily resting himself in them until he turns flaccid, the camera would pan to their back, legs now spread tilted up to show the loads that would ooze out the his load. It was always full, never missing in its trail across their scrotum till it reaches their tight balls, dripping from above and onto the sheets without fail. If Ludvig was generous, he would scoop the load and feed the bottom. Only in one clip did he felch a bottom out, holding his head with both his hands after, nodding him to open his mouth and telling him how good he was before releasing the load drop from his mouth and onto the other. String of cum in weblike fashion would be seen as they make out. Why was I turned on from seeing such filth? Secretly, I envied watching how satisfied the bottoms were. Even after getting bred, they were still in lust, begging him for more, only for him to pat their face saying soon, boy, soon and how they'll all be part of the family if they want more. They all had the same expression, eyes dilated, agreeing without a thought and filled with a carnal craving that was slowly forming inside me. I replied "Wow, hot pics. Got me really horny tbh." "I'm sure it did. You have that look." "What kind?" "The one that is desperately craving for a cock like mine" I had to take a moment to think of a reply. I really felt flushed and collected myself before sharing my location. "How soon can you be here?" "Give me 30." While I waited, I realized how I couldn't recall the last time I felt this excited and nervous in hooking up with someone. Even the first fucks I've done behind Devin's back, I felt little remorse or shame. Perhaps because he was coming over, but I've had my string of guys here before. Perhaps it was also the first time I was going to bottom in years, and that the excitement could be from the guys getting fucked by him before. It was my turn to be one of them whispered my thoughts intrusively. I had no desire to wear a jock, just a pair of briefs. The balcony door was slightly ajar, letting the daft in. I found a bottle of poppers in Devin's side of the cabinet. All kinds of brands but same effect nonetheless. Surprisingly, I douched easily with close to no waste. It was a sign that my body had been ready before I was mentally. I tidied the guest room and took out some towels. The poppers were placed at the side table and I took a glance at myself in the mirror, wondering how this night will be with me on the receiving end. My ass is nothing compared toDevin, but it was peachy enough. Bigger than most twinks and barely sagged like most dudes. I then lied on the bed and tried to position myself in different ways, figuring out which would make me feel the most comfortable though I knew deep down that it wouldn't be my decision to make on how I would lay. I even tried to arch my legs up, lifting my ass like the guys Ludvig had fuck did, fantasizing how that would be me in a few hours. A notification popped out from my phone. One text from Ludvig. "Are you open to partying?" "Depends. What kind?" "T." "Never tried it. I don't smoke though" "You don't need to." "Sure" I've heard of T but I never gave much thought of it. From what I've seen they're those who are functional and those who ruin their lives when it comes to crystal meth. The substances I've done in the past, illicit or not can look like a grocery list, but for what it's worth, I never found myself succumbing into dependence and total depravation. Plus, excluding anything that requires smoking has probably kept me safe from many. Snorting, on the other hand makes my nose bleed which I find to be not worth it. Within minutes of replying, I heard the intercom. I buzzed him in from my phone and took out a few cans of beer. When I heard the knock on the door, I gulped and made my way. Each step I made to the door felt long, and it's as if time halted because my thoughts were now racing more than before, in a mixture of lust, desire and admittedly, fear of who I'm about to let in. It's the plunge, I keep reminding myself. The lock turned anticlockwise and I pulled the handle to open and face Ludvig. His photos did no justice in showing how tall he was as I felt a shadow swept cased on me when the door opened. I looked up to his gaze, the same sinister gaze which I now can see being naughty too. He smirked and said Hello, nice to meet you Andy. He put his hands on my shoulder we embraced in a sort of hug. I had not expected it. It was electrifying to say the last. Feeling the rub of his body against mine while he was clothed and me only in a robe. I asked him if he'd like any drinks and asked for Gatorade. I never drink it, but I knew Devin always has them. We made our way directly to the guest room where the TV was showing a sort of screen saver and the only source of light was a bed lamp that sat next to the bottle of poppers. We sat on the bed and funnily enough, there was an awkward silence as my excitement had also froze me from behaving normally. "I feel like you don't do this often, do you Andy?" "No, it's been a while. I mean, fucking other guys is fine but it's been so long since I bottomed" "Really? Why's that?" With little thought, I blurted how the first time Rostam fucked me made me avoid bottoming and how I'd only do it if I could experience it the same way. How being with Devin also was a factor and how watching the videos brought out a primal urge that I never thought I had. It's as if I started to feel something again in terms of my libido, like it has been resurrected since Ludvig texted me even though it hasn't even been a day. I rambled like a gun was placed on my head. Ludvig nodded and understood, absorbing my confession and holding my shoulder, before pecking me and telling me how we could start slow and see what I like and what I don't like. I threw the robe I wore across the room and Ludvig took of his jumper, now in his tanktop and black jeans. He then paused to grab his bag to search for somethings. "Your briefs look good but I'd like to see you in this" In his hand was a pair of white jocks that seemed used, a bit grey now with its texture hard as if something had dried on it. The band was barely elastic but it was still in good shape. "I always fuck my boys in this. Makes them feel special." I had no hesitation and stripped accordingly. Pulling it up, it also felt a bit moist, though the band secured my waist perfectly and in the mirror, my ass looked better than with the briefs. On closer inspection, I noticed there was also some dyed out writings done in black market, something I couldn't make out. Ludvig was now impressed and pulled me into him, arms engulfing me as we continued to kiss and play with our tongues. I was never this experimental in my foreplay, but Ludvig had me take his spit and lick his armpits, acts I've never done before which I did with no qualms. For some reason, it felt natural for me to listen to him. He too returned the favour and sniffed my pits, devouring it before reaching for my lips to turn my tongue inside out again. "Do you have the gatorade?" I passed him a bottle and he unscrew the cap, pouring a small vial of a colourless liquid. He took a sip before telling me to gulp it all. I knew I had been compelled the moment I looked up at him. The foreplay we began with came to a halt when Ludvig unbuckled his belt and instructed me to turn on my back. He pulled his jeans off and naturally, he was in commando. With only a metal cock ring in place, I finally saw what I craved for. It was perfect and still flaccid. Thick and uncut. His balls too were massive and freely hanging off, whispering me to throw myself into it. The P.A. too was there, now studded in silver. In an instance, Ludvig grabbed my limbs and used the belt to tie me up. "This won't take long, Andy, trust me." I now faced the ceiling with my arms and feet held right above my stomach. In my attempt to show my obedience, I barely moved and remained still. Another vial, bigger than before was now in Ludvig's hand and I felt my hole being touched. How it has been too long to have it played. Tenderly, Ludvig brushed with his thumb and teased it in by pushing in, but never fully. I released my first moans of the night, repeatedly saying woah and dude in intervals. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap, causing me to yelp. The slap had reached most of the nerves around my hole. "I'm not a dude, Andy. I'm Sir Ludvig. You are only allowed to call me by my name or title, is that clear?" "Yes, Sir." The moment I felt those fingers again, I had forgotten that I had felt any pain. Still tied, I could only look above and caught a glimpse of Ludvig standing, preparing the vial carefully. "This might sting, but I promise you it's worth it. Bottoms up, Andy." Ludvig dived into my hole, rimming me for a split second to further tease me before inserting his index fingers and pushing my sphincter apart. He did it quick and rough, scratching my insides a little. The liquid from the vial poured into my hole and what felt cold at first, became prickly and warm before settling in me. The belt was pulled off from me and was now hooked onto my neck like a collar. Ludvig pulled my head to his crotch, burying me in the bushy, warm cock that will soon be in me. I gave my best in sucking his cock. I caressed his balls and worshipped it. Ludvig was a grower, not a shower as I didn't expect how big he would be as he got hard. At each stroke I try to take, I had to put in more effort. I could sense the girth challenging my throat. Ludvig never stopped to tell me how good I was and how consistent I've been. "You've a strong will power, don't you know that boy? Not that often I find boys like you going in for the kill" I could only nod as I did not want to risk my focus on having his cock. Ludvig was also right, I managed to fully take him in my throat, as painful as it was and even if I was on the verge of tears. I did it. Ludvig pulled out of me fast, instantly relieving myself. I caught my breathe and held it. A strange new sensation now came up on me. Holding his cock, I look up to Ludvig, who was now grinning more than before. A look of accomplishment I could see in him. "You're feeling it now, Andy. Don't worry, let it in." I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew I was feeling better. Euphoric, even. As if I hadn't felt any sort o pain in the past hour. My body felt as if it was hit by a wave of pleasure that didn't seem to stop any soon. When I look at Ludvig, I felt different than before. It's as if I am now at his disposal and that my only purpose is to satisfy him. My ass was also tingling and in need of a cock, Ludvig if anything. My wants now became needs that had to be immediately satisfied. Any sort of stimulation could do. I stopped thinking straight and was now behaving in a way where my desires were now paramount. The primal urge to be fucked was now palpable in me. I grabbed Ludwig after giving his cock another lick and when I looked at him in the eyes, asking him when he'll be in me because my hole was now in frenzy. He laughed and kissed me, telling me soon boy soon. "Now lie on your back again" I obliged and was tied again. Not as tight as before, my legs were spread wide, hindering any kind of movement that would allow me to close. I could feel my hole exposed in the air and I heard the sound of a camera shutter coming from Ludvig's hand. "Very nice, Andy. Memories we can look back. Your first time and hopefully, your first of many...." I could only smile as my emotions were now at an all time high. Beads of sweat formed on my temples, dropping across my face. I tasted one of its salty drop running by my lip. My armpit was also perspiring. Ludvig didn't lose a chance to sniff into it while he was examining me. The sensation I feel going through my body didn't once change and my purpose at that moment was to satisfy him and only him. The phone was now mounted onto a tripod diagonally from the bed. Now behind me, Ludvig took a while to observe me, drenching now in silence. "You are very obedient, aren't you Andy? You don't make much noise. I'm very much impressed. Quiet and full of dark desires. What do you want now, Andy?" "I want you to fuck me Sir, please. I don't know why but I know I just need it. Give me your cock, cum in my mouth or ass I don't know." I now know that I had been spun in that moment. Did I have any regrets in what I said? Not even once. "Ah but I do have to say that you can be quite impatient. You crave for my load in you? It's very potent if you must know.." "I don't care. Fuck. I know you're poz. Do it. Poz me. Give me your strain" I knew this was going to happen. The minute I saw the third pic I knew I wanted it. I just needed that push from Sir to admit it. "Well well well, how forward of you. Now that makes it easy, doesn't it? No hints or whatsoever, just verbal communication" "Yes, Sir, please, I've said what I wanted, just do it. Woah, haha" Another wave of pure pleasure hit me again, I couldn't stop saying woah in my breathes, feeling more elated than before. "You've reached another level now, Andy. I think it's time." Without any warning, I felt the sharp beard diving into my hole. I ascended into heaven when the rimming started. Ludvig's stubble now amplifying the nerve around my hole. I felt his tongue pushing in and out of me. His spit was the only lubricant that was needed. He took his time and I was able to control my breaths and notice how spun I was. For a good 10 minutes, my pants was complimented by the sound of my hole being slurped. "Relax now, don't be to stiff" My limbs were positioned to the bed's edges and I could only look straight. Ludvig placed himself on top of me and brushed his hands on my back, pressing it before coming down close to my ear. His head was now right behind mine and he was squeezing both my arms that were hooked. I was immobile. He too was sweating and I felt his warmth while he was close to me. "You know Andy, I have a feeling we're going to see each other quite often, don't you think so?" "Yes, Sir, I'd want that." "Your desire, to have a part of me, well I don't think we can achieve that tonight, but we can start somewhere. You want to join the family?" "Fuck yes, Sir." "Man you really are eager. Don't worry boy, we'll welcome you with open arms. You don't know how luck you are to get a strain like mine." "A strain from 1996?" I was still breathing heavily, full on sweat, feeling Ludvig's weight on me, skin to skin. "Damn fucking right it is. You'll promise me that you're going to cherish it won't you? Only poz those that want it? Keep it exclusive. We're only 7 left today." "I'll be the eighth, Sir?" "That's right, lucky number 8. Youngest one too. You'll fit right in with the rest." "Thank you Sir, I appreciate it." "No no boy, thank you." Ludvig lifted himself up and started to rim me again. This time, there were more fingers. Before I even knew it, I felt the cold metal P.A. resting on my hole. "Ready for my poz load, Andy?" "Oh fuck yes Sir, poz me please." The first thrust was smooth and swift. My eyes popped and another wave of ecstasy ignited in me. Ludvig only mustered a satisfying "Oh!" before finding his bearing and perfecting his pace. Each stroke felt as if the right notes were played in working my orgasm. The pleasure was still, never any higher or lower. It was exceptionally better than the first fuck I had with Rostam. The rush of adrenaline I experienced had changed everything. For almost an hour I surrendered my ass to Ludvig. Every 10-15 minutes, I could tell he was close to coming, but he would restrain himself and gripped down onto me, killing the plateau. I didn't realize how much precum he had released into me until I felt the warmth of it, leaking like water. Feeling his precum made me more impatient for him to breed me. I needed the thick gooey poz load in my guts, asap. I was determined. I attempted to rock my ass upward for Ludvig and move my legs in a similar style I would when I swam. This impressed Ludvig who was now catching up with my pace. We were in sync in the heat. His body against mine was spectacular. Soon, my efforts weren't in vain as I felt Ludvig now repositioning himself to further go deeper in me. I easily took it and continued to rock my hips upward. I felt his arms now gripping my waist, trying to control me from pushing him further. With his other arm, he gripped my head and whispered. "Wow, you're a fucking champ huh? Soon boy soon we're almost there" I only replied with Yeah yeah yeah before dropping myself back on the mattress and putting my thrust to a stop. Ludvig continued. "What do you want again boy?" "Your poz load Sir" "Are you sure boy, you want this gift?" "Yes Sir" And with that, Ludvig's heavy breathing turned into a deep moan which sent me in overdrive. Although I did not ejaculate, I felt the climax. I felt my insides being coated by each rope of load that Ludvig released into me. Viral loads that could seal my fate like him. Another moan came out from him and by now he was resting himself on me, holding me tightly like he had with the other boys. His warm load in me felt fucking amazing. If I could live in that moment forever, I would. Feeling him on top, right behind me as I remained tied was my way of serving him, satisfying him. I hope I had that night. Soon, I could feel how full I was when Ludvig was exiting. My ass was a jug that could barely hold the volume of load that Ludvig had deposited. Ludvig climbed off from the bed, and searched in his bag for a plug. It popped with close to no resistance. I now lie on the bed, still spread. Ludvig dried himself with the towel and unhooked me, then pecking me to tell me how good I was. I just nodded and my eyes remained dilated. It was 11.15 and I still felt like I wasn't done yet. "You want more, do you?" Ludvig asked me in a cheeky way, as if he still has more to offer. "Yeah, but my boyfriend's coming home soon." "Why not ask him to join us? I can call some friends and who knows, make this into a party" "He's not the kind. But give me some time and I'm sure I can convince him" "Hmhmmm. Whatever you say, boy. Don't let someone stop you from pursuing what you truly want" I moved forward to kiss Ludvig and before you know it, we were making out. "Slowly, this time, shall we? More tender.." Hearing him say that convinced me that I'm set to be poz for him. I tried to control myself from spinning and allowed myself to let him take over me. We were now more mindful and no longer filled with haste. We caressed and I reached out to his pierced nipples, nibbling on them before turning my head up to reach for his kiss. I now lie on my back, legs spread for him. He cupped my ass, cradling it by placing a pillow below to pull the plug out. I had absorbed most of his load though the plug was moist, and automatically, Ludvig cleaned it with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss. Face to face now, I lifted my legs to rest on his shoulder. His heavy arms cushioned my calfs. We were both still heated, sweating less than before but never missing that moist sensation when our skin was in contact. This time, we both made no noise. Ludvig hoisted me at an angle he preferred, and for the second time, he fucked me with a different kind of passion. Being able to see him thrusting himself into me was beautiful. He looked me in the eyes with every push he gave. I steadily held onto him, repositioning myself at times. The first load was still leaking but we didn't care. As Ludvig was about to come for the second time, he told me how his VL isn't that high. He told me how he really wants me to meet the other guys and that I could have an official conversion. I could only look up to him and nod, knowing he understood I was willing. In his final thrusts, I heard the sound of the main door being unlocked. I didn't care if Devin walks in. Hell, I had zero shame if anyone else saw me right there. As Ludvig reached his climax, I caught Devin taking a peak through the door. We made eye contact. He looked as me as if he didn't recognize me. In an instant, he was gone. I felt the jets of Ludvig's load in me again and I loudly exclaimed my gratitude, hoping Devin would hear. "Thank you Sir for giving me your poz loads" "Anytime boy, anytime." I looked at myself now in the mirror, still in the used jock that Ludvig brought. Tonight, I've contributed a part of me into this jock and it too has served me its purpose. The bedsheets were drenched all kinds of fluids. Slowly, I could tell that I was coming down from the high. It was almost 2 and Ludvig had to go. There was a cumdump not too far taking loads all night. "That could be you, if you're part of our family. Look at this" He showed me the published ad, some boy in his late 20s, white probably, in a black jock and a baseball cap. The truckers would probably go to town with boys like that. It was quite tempting to imagine myself like that. I could, but I knew it had to be on my own terms. After Ludvig left, I cleaned as much as I could and spent the rest of the night watching porn, with little success in getting hard. I didn't care at that point. The fact that I got what I wanted was all that matters.

Totally agree, said like a true ffist pig and proud 😉

Had a couple of smokes the other night …and that always gets me horny …and mellow …so thought id go see if there was anything going on in the park down the road…its a biggish place and backs on to some woodland …lots of paths and places to get out of sight. Any how I wander down the usual paths see what’s about. Its warm at the mo and light enough to see where I was going …first bloke I saw was walking his dog …didn’t know if he was looking or not …then round the back of the toilet block (its locked at 6pm) there was a bloke in his 40s getting sucked by a skinny chav lad …bit of a oh shit look in the blokes eyes but I nodded and moved in closer and he relaxed in to the BJ again …the lad was bent over in joggers and seemed cool for me to join in. I put my hand down the back of his pants and was stroking his arse and fingering his already wet hole …BJ bloke said “just fucked him” …I was hard and really liked the idea of some sloppy seconds …I hitched the lads pants down and got my hard cock out rubbing his wet hole …pushing in easy till I was balls deep …felt like he had a good load in there and as I fucked my cock came out cummy …nice …I pumped the lad for a bit and was on the edge for a while but didn’t cum …I pulled out and the lad started to suck my cock clean …BJ bloke lent in and snogged me for a bit …his hard cock was quite big 8?9? ..thick and uncut …no wonder I got in the lads hole so easy …”want this in ya mate “ BJ Bloke said and I just let him spin me round and start to rub his wet cock on my hole …chav lad now wanking a nice ginger cock and I snogged hime for a bit thinking he was fucking young ….I was eating the lads face when BJ Bloke got balls deep in me …fuck it was a tight fit ….I got bent forward and was holding on to chav lads hips as BJ fucked me slow and deep …I got the lads cock in my mouth and enjoyed the spit roast for a bit …lad said “fuck mate!” And unloaded a killer load in my mouth …loved it …swallowed and kept sucking till he said ..cheers mate and was off …BJ bloke started to really fuck me hard and I ended up against the toilet block wall ….was really going for it ….”oh mate really want to cum in ya” I said “go for it”…he slammed me a couple more times and unloaded in me …fuck it was hot…he was cock away and he was off this time. I hadn’t cum yet and was walking back and saw dog walker coming the other way …he was pocket wanking …so walked to some bushes and he joined me …50s bald stocking and hairy …got my cock out and he sucked it for a bit and I asked if he wanted fucking …yeah! …fingered his hole he sucked me .. I wasn’t far off so I pulled him off my cock and tried to get in his hole …he asked if I had any Johnnys and I said no …now wanking his 6” chub cock and gushing premium over his hole …I finally got in and giving him the length of my cock slowly with some spit as lube …I fucked him for a while (hairy arse ;-P) and was starting to cum when he asked if id pull out …too fucking late mate and I put a massive load up him….just said “fuck mate sorry”…and pulled out cum running down in to his pants …”never mind” he said …and I fucked off home and showered

Some people simply enjoy the convenience of a nearby sex partner. When I lived in Houston I was pleasantly surprised to discover a man living in my building that I'd recently hooked up with at a local bathhouse. It was a 30 minute effort to get to the bathhouse. He was 2 floors below me. It didn't matter who made the call....me or him..., but we could be naked and sucking one another's cock in 5 minutes.

I think my switch was flicked when I was around 10 years old. We had neighbors whose eldest son was around 25 and had served in the army. When he came back home he used to spend hours in the garden shed, working on his motorbike. I played with one of his younger sisters in their garden but always had a fascination for Terry. He was muscular and would wear overalls when he worked on his motorbike. The had a few oil patches and always smelt of engine oil and smoke, He would smoke a lot while he tinkered around with the bike. He would always lip dangle his cigarette as he worked. He always seemed preoccupied with what he was doing and took very little notice in me or his sister although he was always very nice to us both. Some times he would call me into the shed to ask for help if he was working and I would pass him spanners or pliers or whatever else he needed. If it was something fiddly, he used to ask me to hold a flashlight, which would mean getting closer to him. I would end up in the middle of a smoke cloud while he worked. The smoke and engine oil mixture would sometimes linger in my nose for a hour afterwards. He kept his motorbike leathers and wet weather gear in the shed. I remember helping him one evening in the late autumn and the shed had no heating. It was cool and the flashlight was shaking because I was so cold. When he noticed, he grabbed his leather jacket and draped it over my shoulders. It felt incredible and I remember slipping my arms inside the sleeves. I could smell the smoke and oil from the jacket. We worked for around 30 minutes when I heard my mum calling me to say it was time for tea. I was very reluctant to leave as I didn't want to have to take off the amazing leather jacket. By the time my tea was finished Terry had closed up the shed for the evening. As I undressed that evening, I noticed the familiar smell of the oil and smoke on my sweater. Normally, my cast off clothes would have gone straight into the laundry basket. I remember hiding the sweater. At bedtime I retrieved it and hid it under the bedclothes. I kept inhaling the sweater and for the first time in my life, I couldn't understand why my penis felt so good. It was hard and I remember rubbing it and lying on my stomach and moving my body back and forth until the "inevitable" happened. I didn't understand what had happened and thought I had wet myself. I had felt so good and I remember sneaking into the bathroom for a face cloth to clean my self and my sheets. Over the period of a few days. I repeated the same ritual until gradually the smell of Terry's jacket disappeared from the sweater and the source of my arousal was gone. Over the years I took my opportunities to help Terry and was sometimes rewarded with a ride up and down the street on the back of his bike. I think I knew from that age that I was attracted to men but was also determined to own a leather jacket. I didn't get the opportunity to buy one until I was 18 but it didn't take long until it was embedded with the aroma of smoke too.

Neg and on PrEP. Fairly new to barebacking.

If this small sampling is representative of the population of Poz men in general, those results are sobering. Either they represent a radical increase in the spread of HIV, and a failure of control efforts, in the last decade, or they represent a grim picture of pre-ART mortality.

Chapter 4a: Eduardo I close my eyes with a grunt as the butt plug hits the perfect spot inside me for what must be the hundredth time. I hear the door shut, and I refocus on staring at the images of depravity on the screen and impaling myself on the massive toy I have lodged inside me. Goddamn, it feels amazing. I just wish I could get more cum inside me. Bottoms on the screen keep getting bred, and I envy them. Other guys on the screen keep shooting their loads, much of it going to waste, splattering on someone’s back or even on the floor. Why couldn’t my ass be wrapped around those gorgeous cocks right before they erupted? Why couldn’t they let me do what I’m built to do and collect all their semen, rather than letting it splatter to the ground? While I’m lamenting how cum-deprived my hole is, I hear the door open and close again. Eduardo must be here. Sure enough, a moment later, he enters the room, takes a quick glance around to see what I’m doing, and breaks into a huge grin. “Well!” he says. “Looks like someone feels pretty good.” I’m so high and desperate that I’m unable to banter. I look up at him and say, “I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me, fist me, breed me, use me. Please, dude. Please fill me up.” Just then, an on-screen bottom shouts as he gets split open by a *massive* cock being buried to the hilt. I grunt and push down on my butt plug. The on-screen top pulls all the way out and sprays the hole with a fresh load of semen. I moan, lick my lips, and run my fingers around my ass lips, as though I can transfer the load from the screen to my hole. “Daaaamn,” Eduardo says. “You’re intense. How much have you had?” “I dunno. Three dicks, five fists? Something.” “No,” he says. “I mean meth. How much?” “I dunno,” I repeat. “Five bumps, maybe six? Fuck I feel good. But I really need you inside me.” Eduardo sets his things down and starts removing his shirt and shoes while he responds. “Wow, five bumps and you just started last night? That explains a lot.” He looks at me and chuckles. “It’s really hot to see you like this, though.” “Like what?” I ask, teasing. “Uncontrollably desperate,” he says. “You know I’ve always wanted to see you get really, really high. It’s fucking hot.” I’m looking at his body more than I’m listening to his words. My reply shows how distracted I am. “Damn, you look good. You gonna fuck me, man? Fill me up with your big dick? I can’t wait to get you inside me.” “You think my dick is big?” he asks. “It’s not that big.” He has a smirk on his face, and we’ve had this conversation before. He’s humble, but he likes the attention and likes to tease—especially about his sexual prowess. I stand up, which ends up being a clumsy affair, thanks to my spinning head and my full rectum. “Come here,” I say, reaching toward his cock. “Let me see.” He walks toward me, his huge, pendulous dick leading the way, waving back and forth like a walking stick for a blind man. I stare, transfixed as it moves, almost like it’s being drawn to me, and he’s just following where it goes. He gets close enough that I wrap my palm around his meat and finally get to feel his flesh inside my hand, and I melt. I groan, close my eyes, and even start getting weak in the knees with just the feel of a massive, heavy penis in my hand. This is exactly what I’ve been craving. This is what I need. I run my other hand across his solid, toned chest and up over his shoulder, bringing him in for a kiss to show my desire. My mouth is so dry that the moisture of his tongue evaporates, making the kiss shorter-lived than I wanted. Because I wanted more. Eduardo moans as we part lips. “You feel so good,” he says. He moves one of his hands down to my crotch to grab my dick—as if I had anything there worth grabbing. “Oh? What’s this? Why are you in a cage?” he asks. “My cock was distracting me,” I tell him. “I have serious tina dick now, and I wanted to keep it locked up and out of the way.” Eduardo lifts his eyebrows and keeps his mischievous grin. He knows how much I like feeling inferior and emasculated in the presence of his huge cock. Eduardo looks down and gives my cage and balls a little flick. “Show me,” he says. “How small are you? Is there anything left to see?” I stumble into the other room and come back carrying the key. I also brought a cock ring because I know I’ll want the feeling of tightness as soon as the cage comes off. I set the cock ring to the side and start fiddling with the cage. It takes me a couple tries because my hands are so shaky, but I eventually get it. I remove the front piece of the cage. Normally I’d feel suction on my dickhead as it pulls away from the snug fit, but this time I feel nothing. I look down and immediately look surprised. My dick looks like it’s swallowed itself. The shaft is only half as big around is it usually is while flaccid, and the head has retreated into a small nub of skin, barely creating a bump on my scrotum. Despite my being circumcised, it looks like I’m uncut because all I can see is skin, no dick. “Oh my god,” Eduardo says. “That’s not a dick. That’s a button.” He mocks me by pressing my dick with a single finger. As though following orders, my penis moves further into my pelvis, operating just like the button he said it was. It looks like his finger is being swallowed by the skin, like my body is trying to make both my dick and his finger disappear. Damn, I think. I’m a hungry hole on both sides. Eduardo just laughs. “Damn! Where did it go? You used to have a dick, I swear.” “It went away so I can focus on being a power bottom,” I say, being completely serious. I know this is what’s happening regardless of whether he agrees. I want to get the focus back on his cock going in my hole and inflate his ego a bit so I can get him ready to completely take control of me. “Show me yours again? I want to remember what a real man’s cock looks like.” It works. Eduardo stands a little taller and maybe puffs out his chest a bit—that gorgeous chest that I could rub my hands across for hours. He grabs his huge dick and swings it around a bit like the weapon it is. His cockiness gets my libido racing even more. “Fuck,” I say as I reach out and grasp his cock, tugging a bit toward me. “This thing is huge. I want it inside me.” “Oh yeah?” he asks. “But mine’s not huge. It’s just way bigger than this little thing here.” He squeezes my button dick between his thumb and index finger, almost pinching it like a family member pinches a cheek. “It’s so cute.” “And useless,” I remind him. “Yeah, you can’t really do anything with that,” he says. He moves his cock so it’s pointing at my penis. The difference in scale really becomes apparent. “Wow,” he says. “Look at that.” My little button—my entire penis—isn’t even half the size of the head of his cock. I don’t just feel emasculated now. I feel irrelevant. “Oh my god,” Eduardo says, reaching for my phone. “Let’s get a picture of that little thing.” Eduardo knows I like when he dominates, takes control, and makes me feel inferior. He also knows I like taking photos and video of things so I can enjoy sex again after I have it, re-living the intense moments when I get back to being sober. By reaching for my phone, he’s doing all of that at once, using my things without asking first, telling me we’re going to photograph this scene, and documenting my embarrassingly small, virtually nonexistent penis. As he gets the phone ready to go, he gives me an order. “Set your little button on my dickhead for the picture.” I do as I’m told, resting my little collection of withered skin atop his smooth, rigid, engorged dickhead. All I can think is that I want this photo to go quickly so I can ride that cock until it explodes. “Okay, hang on,” he says, as though he knows this is the last thing I want to do right now. I hear the sound of a video recording starting. I look down at his dick to see what he’s doing. Then I feel him pulse his penis, making the end of it twitch upward a bit—right past my little dicklet—and back down again. Just by squeezing his dick, he’s removed me from the scene, completely eclipsing my cock and balls with his massive cock head. I hear him chuckle. “Whoops!” he says for the camera. “Where’d it go? Guess we don’t need it anymore.” Then he takes his free hand, grabs his dick, and squeezes. He moans, and then he smacks his cock against his tight abs, capturing each impact on video. Then he stops and with a moan squeezes again. This time, I see a bead of precum form at his slit as he holds it upright. I can’t hold back or resist. I drop to my knees, lean forward, and lick the precum from its source. Now it’s my turn to moan. “That’s right, you thirsty bottom. Lick my dick clean. Get it ready to slide inside you.” At that, I start to unabashedly worship his cock. My hands and lips are all over it, stroking, squeezing, and licking every inch. Eduardo puts one of his strong hands on the back of my head and without a word begins applying pressure. I drop my hands down to my thighs and open my throat to prepare for the abuse. Eduardo steps up the verbal abuse. “Good. Now work this real man’s cock with your eager throat, bitch. Swallow my cock.” The gagging, slurping, and sucking sounds continue off and on for a while as he loosens up my throat and gets my eyes watering as I gasp for the occasional breath. Eduardo voices his approval. “That’s it. Choke on my thick cock. See what a real man can do to your mouth? Now imagine what I’m about to do to your ass.” I moan and arch my back out of instinct. He leans forward and runs a hand down my spine toward my hole. He bumps into the butt plug. “Oh?” he says. “What’s this?” He runs his hands around the massive plug’s girth. “Damn, dude,” Eduardo says. “Impressive. But this really needs to go so I can fuck you good.” Without removing my lips from his cock, without slowing down the pace of my sucking, without even looking up at him, I obey. My arms reach back to my hole and grab hold of the base of the plug. It’s been in there for a while now, so I give it a quick, slight twist to release any grip my insides have on it. Then I tug. Hard. With a grunt from deep in my throat, my hole releases its grip on the flange of the plug. A moment later, and with a wet, sloppy popping sound of its own, the rest of the toy falls from my ass and lands on the floor with a big, solid thump. I look up into Eduardo’s eyes, pull my mouth off his cock for a second, and say simply, “Okay.” Then I impale my face on his cock again, burying my nose in his pubes. My brash confidence and immediate obedience have the effect I want. Both of Eduardo’s hands grasp the back of my head. He presses my skull hard into his pelvis, pushing his massive cock even deeper. “Oh my god, that was hot, you fucking slut. I need in that sloppy hole right now. Show me how badly you want my dick.” He releases his hold on the back of my head, and I immediately pull my mouth off his cock, which is now literally dripping with whatever juices combined inside my throat while he gagged me. I wipe my face with the back of one hand to clear my nose and eyes of the leakage that had welled up from the strain to breathe. With no more preparation than that, I drop to my hands and knees and spin around to face the other way. I arch my back to present my ass to him, then I push out my hole to show him how open and ready I am. “Oh, fuck,” he says. I can just imagine the look on his face. Serious amazement, wide eyes, and a disbelieving shake of his head. “You’re ready.” That’s the only warning I get because the next thing I know, his enormous dick is buried to the hilt in my hole. He shoves in a bit deeper, grabbing my shoulders for extra leverage. He’s never fucked me this deep before, and this is his first thrust. I realize I’m in for the ride of my life. “Oh my god, your hole is so warm. It’s actually hot in there, like you’re trying to roast my dick. And it’s so, so wet. That is an amazing ass,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you off the floor and onto the bed so I can destroy you.” I wait until he pulls out—I don’t want to be responsible for removing a cock from my hole. But the instant his dick pops out, I spin around, swallow it all the way to his balls, and slurp all the way back to the head, making a show of cleaning my ass juices off his cock. And they taste amazing. After that one quick cleaning, I hop up and stumble into the bedroom. I’m so ready to have him pound me that it hurts. As I climb onto the mattress, I ask, “On my knees or on my back?” “Back,” he says. “So I can watch your face as I wear you out.” I flip onto my back, squeeze a pillow under my butt to prop it up, then pull on the edge of the mattress to slide all the way over, letting my ass hang off the side. Eduardo makes that wided-eyed face again. “Beautiful,” he says. Without another word, he walks up to my ass, holds on to my quads, and slides his cock into my hole. It’s aligned so perfectly that he doesn’t even need to use his hands to guide it in. As his cock goes deeper and deeper, Eduardo closes his eyes, then rests the side of his head on the bottom of one of my feet. “Oh my god,” he says as his hips make contact with my pelvis. He straightens up and pushes his cock in a little deeper, which normally would make me squeal and squirm because he’s so long. Not this time. My hunger and my high take over. My eyes bug out. My mouth contorts into a combination smirk and grimace. I pull harder on the edge of the mattress and match his extra push with one of my own. Every inch of my body says to him the word I don’t even have to say: Deeper. After the surprise on Eduardo’s face fades to a broad, satisfied smile, I do say something. “Poppers.” I point over Eduardo’s shoulder to the tall dresser behind him. Without moving his cock an inch, he twists, reaches around, grabs the bottle, and takes a sniff of his own. Top’s prerogative, I tell myself with a chuckle. Next, he hands me the open bottle and holds on to the cap for me. I take two long sniffs, wait a second or two, then take two more. I hand it back to him. He takes another small sniff while I’m still holding my breath. He puts the cap back on and tosses the bottle onto the bed beside me, keeping it in easy reach. I exhale and close my eyes, losing myself in the warmth that washes over me and the feeling of my hole relaxing around that amazing dick. Eduardo must have felt it, too. “Oh, wow. I felt your hole relax even more. That’s amazing. You really are ready for me to destroy you.” I open my eyes, which again bug out with intensity. “Pound me. Destroy my hole.” And that’s exactly what he does. There’s no warm-up or gentle increase in pace. No, he goes from zero to sixty like a switch flipped. I’m glad my hands were already on the edge of the mattress, because they’re the only things that keep me from sliding all the way across the bed. It’s like his thrusts are trying to keep pace with my heartbeat, and it is seriously racing from the combined effects of the drugs. The intensity is insane, and the primal need building inside me shows in my face. My eyes scream my desire and need. “Oh. My. God,” he says when he sees the hunger in my eyes. “Your hole is incredible. It’s already so opened up, I’m gonna have to work hard to do any more damage to it.” I just continue to stare into his eyes, the look of “more” written across my face. “Fuck,” he says. He then takes a little bit of a break, which for Eduardo just means slowing down his pace and merely teasing me with a relaxing in-out motion of his cock. I swear, this man’s erection never goes away, and he has the stamina of a bull. The same hunger that shows in my eyes also has control of my hands. With the slower pace, they release the mattress edge and do what’s natural for me in my current state: They start fondling my crotch and hole. One hand gives my miniscule dick a little squeeze, which feels surprisingly good considering there’s hardly anything there. The other hand moves to my hole. I love feeling a thick cock sliding in and out of my ass. I reach down and feel the slick surface of his dick constantly moving past my sphincter. I try to wrap my hand around its girth, but between his size and my angle, it doesn’t quite work. But I do feel how wide it is, which is nice enough on its own. I also feel how loose my hole is. My hunger calls out again, and I start fingering myself while he’s fucking me, sliding a couple fingers two, then three knuckles deep into my hole right beside his still-pistoning cock. “Oh, wow,” he says. “Didn’t you get three fingers in last time after I loosened you up?” I just nod, not making eye contact. My attention is focused on my hole. Taking his question as a challenge, I push not three but four fingers in this time, without any resistance. I’m sure he noticed the added tightness because he looks down at my hand and back up at me again. “Oh wow,” he repeats. I contort my arm a bit more, and all three knuckles of my fingers slide inside. I basically grab the inside of my ass lips with the palm of my hand. “That’s amazing,” he says. But my eyes still say “more”. Letting go of my little dicklet, I move my other hand down to the other side of my hole and start my small ritual again, feeling his dick and my hole and appreciating the size of each. Eduardo gets where this might be going, and he looks up at my face, his rhythmic fucking stopping out of disbelief. “Oh my god. You’re kidding.” I answer him with actions, not with words. First one, then two, then three fingertips penetrate this second side of my hole. I stop and stare at him. The silence snaps him out of his trance, and he resumes his slow, steady thrusts. I add a fourth finger and push my other hand in past the third knuckle so this palm, too, is grabbing my ass lips from the other side. I pull both hands apart, stretching my hole wide open around his dick. And of course, at that moment, any tightness or pressure Eduardo had felt on his cock completely vanished. I was holding my hole open wider than the substantial thickness of his dick. There was suddenly no wet hole surrounding his cock, only air and my insides deeper down. He gasped. “Oh my god,” he said. “You need something even thicker.” “Your fist,” I say, continuing to stare at him, a familiar desperate need once again taking hold of my mind. “You want me to fist you?” he asks. He hasn’t fisted me before, so I guess he’s surprised by the confidence of my suggestion. We’ve talked about how meaty his hands are. I shake my head a little. “Wrap your fist around your cock, then slide them both inside me. Jerk yourself off inside my hole.” Apparently his eyes weren’t wide enough because they grow even more as he envisions what I asked him to do. “Oh my god. You can take that?” he asks. “One way to find out,” I say. “Try.” Then I add, “Please.” “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he says. He leans down and puts a thin layer of lube on his hands, looking like he’s soaping up or preparing for surgery. He grasps his thick cock and starts jerking it again. “Fuck, look at that hole. Incredible. Okay, let’s do this.” And with my fingers still prying my hole wide open, a gaping maw hungry for whatever he can feed it, I feel the first touches of his skin on mine. I think it’s his knuckles on the exposed surface of my rectum, but I can’t be sure and really don’t care. He’s starting to fill me, and that’s all that matters. “Fuck yeah, fill me up and jerk off in my hole, man,” I say. “Fuck yeah, you dirty bottom slut,” he says. I feel his hand start to stretch open the sides of my hole, and I realize I need to get my hands out of the way. So as he continues pushing the first few fingers in, I slowly slide mine out, giving him even greater access. “Oh wow,” he says as he feels my hole suddenly open up even more. “Amazing.” His penetration speed starts to slow, and I don’t want that to happen. I look around and reach over to grab my poppers. I take two long huffs, seal the bottle and drop it on the bed, and look up into his eyes. “Give it to me,” I say. Then I exhale and push my hole out a little further, making his face light up in surprise. “Oh my god,” he says again. And then his hand gets completely engulfed by my hole. “Oh, fuck!” he says. “You took them both!” Knowing he must be hyper-aroused at this point, I want to see if I can get his load like this. So I egg him on. “Fuck yeah, I did. Jerk off in my ass. Fucking blow your load into my stretched-out hole.” He must have been right on the edge because he rolls his eyes as he exhales. “You want it? You ready for me to cum in you? You sure?” “Fuck yeah,” I grunt, looking more animalistic than ever. “Seed me. Breed that hole. Jerk off and cum inside my ass. Fucking feed me, man.” Eduardo grunts, apparently satisfied that my need is genuine. He starts to find a rhythm, where his cock thrusts in and out in sync with his hand stroking it back and forth. He’s getting himself really worked up, and it looks like he’s in heaven. It’s not long before he starts panting and grunting, working himself into a bit of a frenzy. He closes his eyes and starts chanting “oh fuck” again and again. He slows down the thrusts with his dick, but his hand starts frantically jerking his cock. It feels amazing because each stroke down on his cock puts pressure on the inside of my hole. He’s loosening me up with his fist, and he probably doesn’t even know it. A minute later, the “oh fuck” chant changes to “oh god” as he opens his eyes and stares in wonder into mine. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna jerk off inside your hole and cum.” “Yeah, man,” I say. “Flood my guts. Stretch me open and fill me up.” One more “oh fuck” and it’s like all the frantic motion just stops. I feel his hand moving up and down his shaft ever so slightly, but what amazes me is that I feel the pulsing of his cock through my hole. Each time his cock expands to send a volley of sperm into my hole, his hand has to expand around it, too, which then stretches my ass open just a bit more. I go wide-eyed in amazement as, for the first time ever, I get a guy to jerk off inside my hole to completion and breed me. I count at least a dozen pulses of his dick, imagining the gobs of cum coating the inside of my stretched-out hole and coating his fingers. I can’t hold back and let out a few “oh my god” mumbles of my own. After a few moments, he slowly extracts his dick from his hand and my hole. It’s still solidly hard, and it looks gorgeous, all firm and glistening with our combined fluids. I look at it, lick my lips, and say, “Mmm.” Eduardo pulls his hand out of my hole, too, and grabs his cock again. I look in awe at the combined size and the thought that those were just inside me. I move one of my hands to my hole and silently slide my own fist inside to recover from the sudden emptiness. Eduardo moves around toward my head, giving me access to his still-dripping cock, which I immediately engulf with my greedy lips. I can make out the flavors of his cum, his precum, and the natural taste of my hole. It’s an intoxicating mixture. I moan in ecstasy from the pleasure of feeling his cock filling my throat, my fist filling my hole, and those flavors filling my senses. “Fuck,” he says. “You already started fisting yourself? You’re such a fucking slut, and I love it.” He straightens up a bit, but he doesn’t quite pull his dick away. “Hang on. I have a present for you.” “Oh?” I say after he takes his cock out of my mouth. “You’ll see,” he says. “Just stay right there and play with your hole. I’ll be back in a second. Needing no encouragement, I lose myself in the amazing feeling of fisting myself. I love to feel my soft, warm hole wrapped around my hand almost as much as I love the feeling of having my hole stretched open. Getting both at once almost overwhelms me, and I’m happy to just lie here riding the wave. It also helps that I’m trying to feel for his load deep inside me—a sort of treasure hunt in my ass.

Same for me. I go to a bathhouse once or twice every week to swap as many loads as I can. (Beats and sex venues are great too!) You meet a hot guy, you both get hard, fuck and then leave. Then the next guy -- or maybe a group fuck. The idea of exchanging 50 messages on an app in the hope of maybe meeting leaves me cold. What if you don't like one another? What if he wants to tell his life story? What if he's nuts?

I was curious but cripplingly nervous the first time I went to Club Indy. I didn’t make eye contact or touch anyone. The advice I give everyone about a first bathhouse experience is to try it once. If you’re nervous, go in with no expectations of sex. It can be intimidating thinking you’ll be expected to perform a certain way. Pay the extra $10 for a room. Go in with the goal of having 2 hours to yourself scrolling on grindr with your door closed. Take in the environment; the smells, the sounds. Great if you find somebody to fuck with. Better if you fuck with me. You’re allowed to jack off alone to the sounds of guys fucking on the other side of the wall. In the end, you will have had an experience and know more about the world. You’ll be better prepared to make a decision about whether the environment works for you. Bathhouses are my safe space to fuck.

“All right folks, settle down please,” my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6’6’’ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but we’ll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. “For those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,” my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. “this is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, we’ll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal is…Ben Stone?” Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. He’d gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didn’t fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadn’t noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what I’d asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. “The one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.” After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that they’d each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college résumés. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way I’d somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. “I don’t know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,” I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. “but at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.” “You’re right about that sir,” the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. “I do owe you an apology for being late this morning.” “Since I didn’t even notice you coming in late, we’ll call it even. Now hurry up or you’ll be apologizing to your next teacher too.” Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when I’d spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility he’d be taking on in my class. “Maybe I’m not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or I’ll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.” “Actually, I’m the one who wasn’t clear,” the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. “I’m not apologizing for being late to class.” “Watch it Kid!” My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. “I’m apologizing for being late to work,” his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. “I’m not a student Coach Adams. I’m Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.” After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact he’d graduated college at 19, but either way I couldn’t get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. That’s why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing I’d call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since I’d gone by anything other than Coach that I told him I’d probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. “Coach it is then.” There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldn’t see under the desk. “So coach, what’s next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?” “Well that’s a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,” Mac’s surprise was clear on his face, so I decided I’d better explain. ……………… When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you can’t major in heavyweight wrestling positions, I’d floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where I’d coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didn’t paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldn’t rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out I’d kicked his ass at every match, and he’d kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some men’s underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks he’d worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious he’d kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature he’d need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth ‘match’ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because I’d lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that he’d fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my résumé and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him I’d spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing I’d photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didn’t have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted he’d see me for another one sometime when his son wasn’t just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though I’d done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father who’d been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin I’d ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.

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Some assholes again. No rationale for voting down that post, none. I got fukin warnings here, on fukn breedingzone!!!! WARNINGS!!! 😠😠😠😠 Anyhow. Glad to see the poll is working. 60% neg so far, weird, in my world pozs dominate. Hope everyone answers

Recently had a 20 dicks night , with 18 of them all happened at steamworks within 8 hours.

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 🙂

Sex addiction is a hell of a thing.

[think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_mqtT2fsb675d wow, the btm said, "is that all you got"! Fucking hot long raw fuck session!

I was recently in Amsterdam again for business. Amsterdam is also one of my favorite cities for anonymous sex. On my way back to the train station I made my usual stop at Drake's Sex Shop where I paid the admission fee and climbed the steep staircase up to the video booths. It was late afternoon and eight booths appeared to be occupied as the indicator lights on and doors were locked. About six guys were milling around. I found a booth with a glory hole where the adjoining booth was occupied. Bending over, I peeked through the glory hole, seeing a hot, business man in his mid-40s, dressed in black slacks, white shirt and tie, who was stroking his large uncut dick as he gazed at the video screen. I stepped into the booth, locked the door and knelt at the glory hole, giving the signal through the hole that I wanted to suck. He immediately stood, and slid his seven inch rock hard cock through the hole. I took his cock head into my mouth and sucked on his very ample foreskin. He loved the attention I was paying to it. He was soon ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking his cock as far to the back of my throat as I could. Soon I could feel his cock swell and throb so I knew he was close. And sure enough, I almost immediately tasted his sweet cum filling my mouth. I think he probably was straight because, in a very straight fashion, no sooner had he cum than he immediately withdrew his cock from my mouth, tucked his cock away, zipped up and left. I'd like to think he was on his way home from work and stopped in for a quick bj before going home to the wife and kids. Within just a moment the door to the adjoining booth opened again and a guy in his mid 30's bent down to look into my booth. He saw my face on the other side, then stepped into the booth and locked the door. As he was unzipping and pulling out his dick, I positioned my mouth up to the hole. He immediately fed me his limp cock. Again, as with most Europeans, his cock was uncut. I again sucked on and worshiped his very ample foreskin. He cock quickly grew in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness, he started to fuck my mouth. The hole was large enough that he pushed his low hanging balls through the hole as well. I quickly sucked on both balls, rolling them around in my mouth. Then he pulled his balls from my mouth and again began to fuck my mouth with his cock for about five minutes, until he filled my mouth with his load. Once he had left, a young black stud entered the booth. He again peeked into my booth to see me on my knees, with my mouth to the hole. He entered the booth, locked the door and completely undressed himself. He was about six feet tall, 190 lbs, muscled, and probably in his late 20's. His nine inch, thick cock was already hard as he slid himself through the glory hole. I worshiped his cock head for awhile, licked up and down his shaft, and took as much of his bbc down my throat as I could. He was rock hard and I could taste a lot of precum oozing from his piss slit. I really wanted his cock in my ass. After about five or six minutes of cock sucking I stood up, pulled my pants to my ankles, spit on my fingers a few times and lubed my asshole with my spit. Then I turned, spreading my ass cheeks and presented my ass at the glory hole. I heard him spit and felt him smear my hole with more spit. Then I felt his hard cock head press against my hole. I took a deep sniff of my poppers as I felt his bbc begin to slide up into me. His cock was so long and thick, that I had to just keep breathing in the poppers, so that I could accommodate his big cock, but soon he was all the way into me and began to fuck. His fuck was long, deep and slow for a few minutes, then as I felt his cock swell to even more thickness and hardness, he began to fuck me faster. This young, black, hottie was really pounding deeply into me, slamming against the wall which separated us. Finally, above the sound of the loud music, groans and grunts of all the porn showing in the booths, I could hear his groans above the background noise as he slammed as deep into my ass, unloading a sweet load deep into my body. I clamped my ass muscles around his throbbing cock as he shot volley after volley of cum into me. As soon as I could feel him withdrawing his cock from my hole I pulled off him, turned and got back on my knees, with my face to the glory hole. He pushed his cum-covered cock to my lips and I sucked and licked his slowly softening cock clean. My lips squeezed every last drop of his salty yet bitter cum out of his balls. I can honestly say loved every drop that I cleaned off his cock. Once we were done, I tried to dress quickly as I wanted to give him my email address in the hopes he would fuck me again. We both exited our booths at the same time. "Hello", I said, adding "That was an awesome fuck. I get here to Amsterdam a lot. I'd love to have you fuck me again." "Fuck, yeah", he replied. Pulling a piece of paper and pen from my pocket, I wrote my name and email address on the paper and handed it to him. "Write me. I'll send you my Amsterdam schedule for next month. Let's fuck." By the time I got back to my hotel he had written me. I now have his email address and plan to get together with him again. He can fuck me anytime.

Here’s another from this smooth talking top [think before following links] https://newtumbl.com/x_kLtdj4vMtoQG

I was like you until recently. I got on PrEP last fall. I had my first experience barebacking as a bottom a few weeks ago and it was amazing. It felt much better than using a condom and was much more intimate. I had a second experience yesterday and it was amazing as well. Now that I have tried bare, I don’t think I will ever use condoms again.

both Canada and Mexico have free medical for their citizens, whereas the USA is pay-to-live. so maybe there is no need in those countries for a free test because it is already free?

Long tome ago I met someone in a bookstore and sucked him off. He said no one could ever make him cum from just a bj before me. He kept calling and I'd suck him for 40-60 minutes and swallow his load. I began sleeping over his place and he'd big spoon me after he shot his load. He had been fingering me from the first day while I sucked, now he would fuck me with only about 5-6" of his 10" fat fat dick. Took his time easing half his dick in. One day he started fucking like usual but now keeps adding more lube and push deeper. Soon he's al the way inside, never thought he could make that happen especially because of how thick. It hurt a little being stretched but pleasureable how deep. After that he always bred me balls deep and fall asleep inside me. Gently dominant but he was determined all his babies were going in. The deepest loads I ever got.

A few months back I met a horny older bottom in the gym sauna who enjoyed sitting on my cock. We got so riled up I eventually invited him back to my place so we could finish up. He was fine with bareback, but for some reason despite all the precum I put in him, he insisted I pull out. Of course, I said I would, but I did not. I pretended I was, but really it just meant I pulled out as I was cumming, still getting most of my load in him. I feel like guys like that really want that anyway, to have someone violate their "consent" anyway. I find it kind of insulting and misinformed. It's an unruly demand to make guys pull out this day and age when you can protect yourself or choose not to do bareback. For the rest of us, we have seed to spread.

Inevitable. I picked something up from from one years ago. You roll the dice, take the antibiotics and just keep moving forward.

I want a boyfriend where we could be cumdumps together and in between flip.

This is literally my story. Was 'straight' (repressed/ closeted/ sexually frustrated) for 30 years. Started cheating on my wife with tranny hookers when I turned 40 and the 3rd escort I used turned out to be a dealer. She got me hooked on t and I've been barebacking ever since. Her cock was the 1st one in me and it went it raw. I've only ever had raw cock in me and in the past 3 and half years, have taken hundreds of loads in my formerly straight asshole lol

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

Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.

Martin and Nick walked through the halls of the bathhouse, casually glancing at the other young men roaming about, with all only wearing white towels around their waists. Nick was very comfortable as they strolled about, but Martin found himself more excited and nervous, as it was his first time in a bath house. Martin nearly stopped in his track when he saw Diego walk by. Diego was about 6 ft 2, 150 pounds, nicely tanned and toned just the way Martin favored. Diego gave a slight smile as he passed; and Martin pretended not to be staring all the while. Martin also tried not to stare at the conspicuous bulge underneath Diego's towel that nobody could have missed. "Stay away from him," Nick whispered just as they passed each other. "Why? He's hot!" Martin tried hard to whisper in return. "Eh .. I dunno, but he's 'HIV'" Nick explained. "Ohh .. damn. really? That's a shame. He's soo hot," Martin replied turning back once again hoping to get another glimpse of his new object of desire. Nick was annoyed, " NO, seriously. Don't even talk to him. Somehow, he ends up fucking every guy that approaches him. It ain't worth it." Martin pretended to nod, but was now annoyed at Nick. The guy could probably use a friend, Martin reasoned. Martin also imagined Nick was jealous. They just broke up two weeks ago, and Nick was always trying to cock-block Martin. It was funny that Nick was the one to call it off. Nick had a few extra pounds, and everyone always wondered why Martin was with him. Despite a few hot guys about here and there, Martin found himself secretly hoping he'd bump into Diego again. And Nick was becoming increasingly pesky, Martin decided. About a half hour later, Martin nearly stopped in place once again when he spotted Diego at the opposite side of a dark lounge area. Martin hoped Nick wouldn't notice, and fortunately Nick was fixated on some other guy in the area. Diego spotted Martin and grinned slightly, while making a head nod towards the bathroom door. Diego then entered the men's room, and it was obvious he wanted Martin to follow. "I need to go to the bathroom," Martin told Nick. "I'll be back in a few." Nick barely noticed Martin's departure as he gawked at the guy he was thinking about approaching. Martin had never been so nervous .. sneaking off to see a guy, let along a guy with HIV. He felt oddly compelled, though, to meet Diego. As Martin entered the bathroom, Diego was just finishing up at the urinal. Diego turned once he heard the door, and couldn't help but to turn just enough to give his visitor a brief glimpse of the huge cock that dangled in front of him as he shook it a couple of times. Martin felt embarrassed and short for words. He felt short in other areas now having glanced at the large cock now still bulging under Diego's now-wrapped waist. "Hey, follow me, we can talk more privately here," Diego said as he went towards the "staff only" door in the corner of the men's room, " it's okay, my friend manages the place. We can hang out here." Martin didn't know why, but he found himself immediately obeying his new-found friend into the "staff only" area which turned out to be a small supply closet. Diego locked the door as Martin entered and assured him, "You look nervous. I just want a private place to talk to get to know you. Here, have a seat on a bucket." Martin laughed nervously, but felt more at ease now. He tried not to glance at the bulge under Diego's towel. They both sat and faced each other on their respective buckets. "It's kinda hot in here," Diego said, "I hope you don't mind if i take this off .. besides you kinda saw the only thing I'm hiding here anyways." Diego removed his towel, folded it up, and sat down on his now padded bucket, while his huge dick rested about half way down his thigh. "Oh, sure .. I don't mind," Martin said as he swallowed a bit nervously, "you're really hot." Martin had never been so shy around a guy before, even though he had only dated a few guys since coming out. Was it the HIV status or the mammoth penis that was in front of him that made him tongue-tied? "Thanks, you're hot yourself," Diego replied. "Are you from the area?" "Silver Lake," Martin answered, "on the edge of Hollywood. Are you from here?" "Yeah, West Hollywood," Diego continued, "born and raised here." "I feel so tiny compared to you," Martin said thinking about his slighter body frame, and then realized the double-meaning behind what he said. "You're perfect," Diego complimented "and you're looking quite big down there actually." Martin realized he couldn't hide his erection very well now, despite being much smaller than Diego's soft cock. "Oh .. um" he chuckled. "Sorry .. I just never saw a cock as big as yours and all, and this just kinda happened," and he laughed nervously to himself. He found it difficult to make eye contact as he brought up the question weighing on his mind, "So .. is it true .. you have HIV?" Diego was prepared for the question and said, "Yeah, I'm poz. But don't worry this thing isn't going to just wake up and crawl up your butt without your permission." Martin looked up from his feet and laughed a little, "Is it true you've fucked a lot of guys?" Diego knew his reputation preceded him, "Yeah, I've fucked a lot of guys." "Did they know you were poz?" Martin asked. "Yeah, I always tell them," said Diego. "Wow, and they still want to get fucked?" Martin asked, in disbelief. "Yeah .. I guess lots of them like a big cock; and never had one before. A few of them might be chasers," Diego explained. "Chasers?" Martin asked inquisitively. "Yeah .. bug chasers. People that are turned on by guys with HIV. I've met a few. Something about the risk of getting pozzed while they get fucked gets them turned on. For them, it's the best fuck they ever have," Diego elaborated. "Wow. I never heard of that. I can see people wanting your cock, though," Martin said now staring fully at it; and feeling incredibly turned on. "I'm also undetectable," Diego went on, "so the risk of my passing on HIV is pretty low right now. I take really good care of myself." Martin found himself contemplating having the big cock in front of him enter him, and felt his cock throbbing at the thought of it. It's a low risk, Martin thought to himself. And this guy is so hot, and his cock is perfect, Martin kept thinking. "You're kinda shy," Diego said, "lemme make this easy for you." Diego stood up directly in front of Martin and brushed his big soft cock against Martin's face. Martin instinctively opened up and wrapped his mouth about the tip and slowly started sucking on it while it came to life and quickly hardened. "Damn, you're good," Diego said after gasping for a moment .."very good. Suck that cock." Martin could barely get half-way down the long thick cock in front of him, but expertly sucked and licked as much as he could. He couldn't believe he was sucking on a poz cock, but was so turned on by the huge dick, he didn't care anymore. Martin reached down and pulled his cock out from his towel and stroked it as he sucked on Diego's big cock. Diego moaned and asked, "You want that big cock up your ass?" Martin stopped sucking for a moment and was nervous again, "Ummm .. I dunno. Let me just suck on it some more for now" and Martin went back to giving head. Moments later, both were startled by a knock at the door. "Martin , it's Nick. I know you're in there! C'mon man, you better not be with Diego." Martin felt a sense of panic, like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Diego was annoyed, "Go away. We're busy." Nick was agitated, "Oh my god, Martin are you in there? Don't let that poz guy fuck you!" Diego grabbed Martin by the back of the head and aimed his cock at Martin's mouth. Martin now felt unusually turned on by the heated exchange and resumed sucking on Diego's cock as best as he could. A few moments later, Nick pounded on the door again, "Martin, come out! Come out now!" Martin and Diego ignored Nick. Moreover, Martin now felt compelled to let Diego have his ass. Martin stopped sucking, and got down on all fours. Diego immediately knew to take position, and spit onto his hand, applied it to his tip; and slowly started to enter Martin from behind. For the moment, Martin forget about Diego's HIV status. He just wanted to get back at Nick for being such a dick and he felt overwhelmed by letting his ass get fucked while his ex was on the other side of the door. Diego eased the first couple inches of himself into Martin; and Martin gasped and tried to stifle his moan. Diego continued to move into the tight smooth ass presented to him, while Martin clenched his jaw and tried to accommodate the massive cock making its entrance. The next few knocks on the door by Nick did nothing but heighten the excitement both Martin and Diego were feeling. Now that Diego was several small thrusts into Martin, he knew that there was no stopping him now. Emboldened by his success, he raised his voice and directed some remarks through the door, "Go away, man. I'm trying to fuck someone here." Nick was in shock and irate and pounded on the door, "Goddamnit Martin! Stop! Let me in. This is fucked up!" Martin had past the point of anxiety and pain; and had succumbed to the pleasure that was his ass getting filled up by big cock and felt increasingly defiant, "Fuck off, Nick! Go away!" Diego felt confirmed by Martin's words; and picked up his pace and eventually was fucking Marting with at least seven of this nine inches with deliberate jabs; that prompted a grunt with each push. Martin's voice was raised; and he abandoned his resolve to hide his vocal responses. "Unh! Unh! Unh!" Martin blurted; as Diego plowed at his hole. "Martin! Please stop!!" Nick begged from the opposite side of the door. Both Diego and Martin were now incredibly turned on not just by the hot fuck they were having; but by the jealousy and rage of Nick's display. Diego made sure that everything he said was loud enough for Nick to hear. "You like that poz cock up your ass?" Diego elicited. "Yes! Fuck yes!" Martin nearly yelled. Nick pounded on the door a few more times, only encouraging more hardcore fucking. "That's right, take my big cock, you little whore!" Diego barked. "Oh .. my .. OH .. feels so good" Martin could barely sputter. Martin could barely think straight. He was as surprised as he was happy at how good such a massive cock could feel in his tight hole. He didn't imagine he could feel such pleasure. And he couldn't help but to think that a poz cock was inside him; and somehow it didn't matter anymore. In fact, it was great that his ex was hearing him get fucked by a hot guy with a huge cock; and he relished in the thought that a guy with hiv was now pounding his hole on top of that. "You want more poz cock?!" Diego asked. "YES!" Martin was nearly shouting, "More. Please fuck me more. MORE! MORE! MORE!" Nick was beyond pissed. He shouted through the door, "You're a fucking whore, Martin. You're gonna get AIDS and die, you fucking whore. I hope you enjoy your fuck!" And then Nick stormed off, but not before he could hear Martin's only response "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Diego picked up his pace and now as delivering all nine inches into Martin with deliberate and forceful strokes. "Oh shit!" Martin yelled, ".. feels ... so .. fucking .. good!" "Are you ready for my load?" Diego asked. Martin was nearing the edge of the most intense orgasm he felt building within him. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Martin yelled. Diego drilled relentlessly. Martin felt the huge cock get even bigger in his ass and knew a climax was near. "HERE IT COMES!!!" Diego exclaimed as he unloaded deep with Martin's ass. "OH FUCK!!!!" Martin cried as he felt his ass get slick and then jizzed all over the floor beneath him. Diego grabbed Martin's head and kissed him from behind as he continued to pump his jizz up Martin's butt. Martin darted his mouth into Diego's mouth and gladly welcomed the hot cum deep inside him.

The Old Cemetery Chapter Five Mac stepped up between my legs. His hairy body was matted with sweat. “Ready for my cock Cole?” he asked evilly, “The cock you were drooling for through my glory hole” I nodded slowly. He held the base of his cock and rammed it in me balls deep in one push. I yelped loudly. “I love a vocal boy” Mac said. “Fuck Me Daddy Mac” I pleaded. “Oh I’m going to fuck you in more ways than one” he said. HIs cock was pumping in and out of my hole at a steady pace. I was sucking on one cock after another, just teasing their death-dealing pre-cum. A new darker side of me was taking over. I could feel myself changing. “Cole, my strain is the original strain of the group. Some sadistic bastard bred my hole through the glory hole at my station and evangelized me into the fucking evil bastard you are getting fucked by today.” I moaned as his thick cock pumped my hole. I was squeezing his cock as it pushed into me. “He fucking poisoned us at one of Pastor Rick’s fuck party. Hell, he even baptized the Pastor.” Coach said. “My strain converted many a men in this town. Fucking best part is some don’t even know I gave it to them.” “Fucker bent me over my desk and christened my hole” Principal Jackson said. “Stealthed his furry ass” Mac said. My cock was twitching as they tell me their obscene tales. I have never been turned on so much. “Fuck Mac, I want your death shot deep into my hole,” I begged. “Fuck yeah, knew you would make a good little fuck toy for the men in this town and everywhere else” he said. “If you don’t have the fuck flu in two weeks, we are going to arrange a cam show gang bang here in the mausoleum.” a voice said. “Chief, you think you could keep your men from finding out about it?” Mac asked. Fuck me, one of the men was Chief Braddock. “If they know what’s good for them, they will do as I say” Mac was fucking me harder and with each thrust his cock was thickening. The men were switching who’s cock was fucking my mouth. I was wondering who else was in the mausoleum feeding me cock while Mac was punch fucking my hole. I was in total pig heaven.

I think younger than 12 really. my father molested and raped me my entire life and i loved it! i wish when i was 10 my father and i couldve been open about our relationship. plus my dad wouldve let me dress like a little girl everyday