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Yesterday I told my partner I had to go shipping to buy a new shirt, after I bought the shirt I went to the first hookup and then the second one. Load 1: Arabic guy in a hotel, hes been fucking me for the last seven years and never disapoints, loves filimg me taking his load Load 2: A guy I met on Twitter, likes sloppy seconds, like filming me taking loads too Result met my partner at a birthday party where nobody knew I had two HUGE loads in Sorry images are blurry they are grabbed from videos

Like the chastity craze that needs to die, so does this. It's as if the big religions said "o.k. we can't CONvice them to be chaste with our outdated dogma, so lets change the strategy and market it as a fetish. They'll go nuts for it." I do the opposite in chastity promoting situation like no nut november, I push my self to the exact opposite and experience as much sexual stimulation as possible and increase my bate output rather than denying it.

DADDY PIMPS ME OUT AND CONVERTS ME WARNING!!!: This is a complete work of fiction. This is my first attempt ever at writing an erotic fiction story, much less one about pozzing. I am not the best with grammar so forgive me. I wrote it and it involves boy/Dad incest themes, prostitution, bareback sex, pozzing, Abusive verbal language, and aggression. If any of this bothers you or you are not of age please do not read further. Comments are always welcome and make me a happy boy. Send them to southernboy83@gmail.com My name is Ryan. I’m eighteen and I want to share with you a hot story about my relationship with my Daddy. I am horny with boy-lust just writing this all down and my teen sausage is dripping precum and messing-up my pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. I was always the quiet and shy nerdy type. Just graduated high school I am 5’10” and a bit chubby at 200 lbs. I have a cute face, an average cubbish build, and a sweet fat round peach ass with a little bit of fuzz around my unfucked shitter. Even my own eighteen year old cousin pumped his jizz down my throat a few times and made me spread open for him to rape my butt and told me not to tell anyone. He always made me be the girl, so I had to suck his dong for hours, eat out his pucker and tell him how good it tasted. He would make me spread myself for him while he played with my boner, humiliating me and making my face get red. We will save the stories with my cousin for another time. My mother died when I was a boy, and my Dad, at 6'3", has always been a strong and outspoken man, with the result he has towered over me for most of my life. He was a real stud. I remembered on my thirteenth birthday I stole a pair of Dad’s jockey shorts just to get a whiff of what he smelled like and tasted the sweat from them like the dirty little naughty boy that I am. I lost count how many premature ejaculations I wasted into Dad’s underwear. He is a real stud and a true Alpha male in every sense. His body was strong and thick and his hands were rough like sandpaper. He had a five o’ clock shadow that would make any boy late for school. But the best thing about my Dad was that he was a true sexual deviant with a pecker that was horselike in length. That same huge piece of fuckmeat was that which squirted the DNA that also made me. Fuckin' hot, was how I felt about it. My Dad came into my room early yesterday morning, his package cupped in a pair of boxer briefs, and barked at me “Boy, get the fuck up. No sleeping in under my roof. Boys get so lazy nowadays. They have become smart mouthed fuckalls and sit around all day whackin their pud to porno. No boy of mine is gonna be a lazy faggot!” I saw his huge dong jerk in pleasure as it laid back against his thigh. I snapped to attention and rolled out of bed. Dad had a strict family rule that real men got to wear underwear around the house, but bitches had no right to wear bottoms to protect their penis or their sweet spot. My average teen dick bounced over my balls as I stood at attention. “I am sorry Dad, I…I..I will do better about my sleep schedule.” My cheeks burned red with embarrassment that my own Father just punked me out like that. Even though there was no audience it felt like everyone in the world was listening and knew that I was a submissive bitch son to my own Dad. Dad’s eyes lit up with fascination and a greedy perverted smile hastened his tongue across his lips as he purveyed my body like a predator. His calculating grey eyes lingered over my fat round butt and on my flaccid boy cock. His hand was quick as he snatched me by my hair and pulled me in close. His grip tightened, making me wince and cry out as he handled me roughly, but with a seemingly tender grace. “Got a job for you fagboy, starts today and pays a whooooole lot. You gon be a good boy for Daddy and take the job? It pays really well. Wanna know what it is sport?” My Dad’s voice was really creeping me out and making me give in. I no longer fought his grasp and relaxed in his grip. “Sure Dad, I would love to make some money. What does it pay? What kinda job is it? Not many places hire seventeen year olds, Daddy.” “That was the one thing I wanted to mention bitch, I will be collecting the money that you make for your services rendered. Do you understand what I mean boy…that you are the goods, and I am the dealer? I am going to find you some nice gentlemen to visit. I already have one set up for tonight and he will be here in just a bit. We need to get you cleaned up and ready boy. Get in the fuckin' shower you cute little tramp!” He threw me into the bathroom door and ran the shower for me at a lukewarm temperature. It saved him money and he enjoyed seeing me beg for hotter water. I had to clean myself out but Dad would not leave the room, I was so embarrassed. Dad played with his huge meat watching me shower, telling me that I better get my shithole clean because the men he was taking money from did not need disappointment from Daddy’s prized little whoreboy. I knew what Dad meant about me being the goods. I had seen a few boys at my school and one girl who were prostitutes. I knew what Daddy was talking about. How could he make his boy do such nasty things? I knew it got him off and that was good enough for me. As you can see, I worshiped my Dad. Dad pulled me out of the shower roughly and forced me to my knees. He opened my mouth wide and shoved his fat horsecock in, causing me to choke a little as he sampled the merchandise. “Fuck son you have such good cocksucking lips. I will see to it that they get used often. A good fagboy like you needs a healthy dose of semen every day.” He dislodged himself from my throat and pushed me into the bedroom. He had it set up with a St Andrews Cross and a bed with leather restraints. Daddy pushed me to the St. Andrews Cross and used the restraints to strap me on standing with my back and cute supple boy butt facing the doorway. I felt his hands on my throat and as they trailed down my teenage skin, I got goosebumps. His hand rounded and cupped my ass pulling the meaty cheeks apart. “My little chubby fuckslut son. Gonna make a lot of dough off you queer.” He leaned in and kissed my neck tenderly. He smelled like a boy pig's wet dream, leather, which is my favorite scent. My Dad was an Alpha and not always so tender but he did show me some affection as his son. He left quickly. A half hour passed and my legs began to hurt and I needed to pee really bad. I heard the door creak open behind me and in walked the john. I couldn’t see him as my ass was to the door but I heard his footsteps as he moved up behind me. I heard his belt unbuckled and his trousers drop behind me to the floor. His voice rang out softly but commanding. “You must have a real good piece of ass for your Daddy to whore you out like this. How many men been up in that juicy teen bubble butt of yours? I am gonna enjoy myself whether you do or not. Your Pa did give special instructions that you are not to cum at all during this and that if you do, there will be consequences, so hold in your boy juice - if you can, bitch.” I heard the swish of the belt before it shocked my skin with a loud thwack. It hit my left cheek making it jiggle furiously with what felt like tiny needle stabs. I let out a cry that echoed around the room. “I am guessin your old man didn’t spare his rod, but we will certainly spoil the child.” The man laughed cruelly and let the belt fly again, simultaneously hitting both my butt cheeks. He snapped it again and it struck me square on my butthole. It felt like a massive sunburn, as my flesh heated up and my teen cock strained against the wood of the St. Andrews Cross. He layed into my bare butt for about five minutes until my ass was good and blistered and I knew I wouldn’t sit well for a day or so. The rough stranger approached me closer and I heard him wetting his fingers and spitting on them. He spit on my back and let a trail of it run down my buttcrack and over my exposed dick ditch. I struggled against my bonds as he handled me. His hands smacking and rubbing my sore tempered globes like a vicious animal. He pulled my head back by my hair and added further pressure to my knees making them buckle as he bit into my skin, leaving small marks. “Please sir, I am a good boy. Please don’t make me do this” I cried out as he undid my restraints and pushed me to the bed. “Listen you little piece of shit. I am only here to drain my dick up in your sweet teenage guts, so shut the fuck up with the crying like a little sissy faggot and spread yourself for me. Show me what every boy in your high school has already sampled you fucking cunt!” I reached back and spread for him showing him my puckering starfish. He groaned and rubbed the pad of his index and middle finger along it making it clench up. He roughly shoved his fingers in clawing at my soft rectum walls tearing them and making them bleed. My butthole was starting to give as he finally pressured in a circular motion against it with his poisonous cock. He spit on my hole and then leaned in sticking his perverted snaking tongue up my shitter. He pulled me apart and tasted me deeply, making sure to get me as wet as he likes his wife. Then he stood up and lined himself with my puckerhole. “This is gonna hurt boy….but feel free to make noise. I like my boys moaning in pleasure and pain. I am gonna spear that sweet little teen hole. Gonna open you up for business boy, ruin you for these other men. Even your own Pa won’t be able to get off in you like you want him too cause you will be so fucked out. Just a washed up slutty boy with a loose hole. And maybe a little something extra to remember me by.” His chiding and threats made my dick harder and rivulets of my salty teen semen ran down over my nuts. I looked around as his hand left my hair. This guy had to be around 6’ 0” with a strong muscular build and a decent sized uncut babymaker. His face showed signs of wasting so I wondered if the guy was just old or what. It was oozing precum as he forced me down face first onto the bed with his rough and sinister intentions. He circled the head of his prick around, lubing up my hole with his slimy toxic prefuck. He then let his weigh push against me and send the head burning through my clenched tearing ring. I clawed the bed and tried to escape as he inched further into my insides. He pushed me down again roughly smacking the back of my head and not allowing my limp cock to harden against the soft sheets and firm mattress below me. I bit down into my hand as he inched up even more. It felt like this guy’s cuncut hog was gonna come through my stomach at any second. Finally he hilted his big rod at home in my guts. He laughed down at me, mocking me and calling me nasty fucked up things as he begin to inch back out. “Gonna rip you open like a virgin on prom night boy. Then I am gonna shoot all twenty-five bucks of my goo into you, my fuckin toxic boy cumdump.” I froze in fear as he mentioned toxic. I knew that that meant. This asshole was breeding me full of his AIDS juice. He was going to give me the death fuck, I would later get the fuck flu and other nasty complications and perhaps go on to infect others as a whore for my Daddy. I couldn't get away, but maybe I didn't want to. He slapped my ass as he fucked into me and rode me for all I was worth which was apparently only twenty-five bucks. My Daddy sure had a sick sense of humor. I bet it got his Daddy dong nice and hard thinking about me being used for only a small amount of money. I wonder if my Dad knew that this guy had the bug. I was his sweet little sub son and he wanted to fuck me up in many ways so I guessed he had arranged for it to happen, which made me even more turned-on. I felt the man begin to breath hard on my neck as he hilted himself and I felt a huge amount of his noxious biohazard spunk filling and washing against my torn guts. He kept slamming into me even with his softening cock. His cockhead slamming into my sweet boy button deep inside. I fought to control it but my neg nuts started to empty all over the sheets the last negative load of my life. I had done my sticky business all over Daddy’s sheets. He was going to be furious. I cowered in shame that I could not hold my end of my Dad’s orders. The man pulled out of me with a wet cummy plop and his spooge rolled down out of my pouty fucked hole along my thigh and down over my nuts. I looked well used with pinkish tainted spooge running out down my thighs but that wouldn’t be enough to sate Daddy’s anger. The john smiled down at me with a satisfied smile and rolled me over. His words hit me like a time bomb “I thought I felt you go when I was inside you. Fucking ingrateful little teen slut. I am telling your father and for good measure just because I am a sweet guy, I am gonna tell him what a useless fuck you were and how I had to work for my own nut. Have fun getting punished faggot and have fun spreading my AIDS bug, as you can see I am far along and on no meds with a super high viral load that will rip through your entire body. I will be visiting again for a discounted rate…and to reinfect, believe me.” As quickly as he came, the man left me there. I tried to clean up as much of my boyjuice as I could with my mouth and tongue on the sheets. My flared rectum now looked like a fucked out rosebud cunt and was still spitting his load out as I heard Daddy come storming in behind me. “You embarrassed me!” His voice clapped like thunder and shook me to the core. I turned over, frightened and glued in place as he came down on top of me like a swarm of bees. He slapped me hard across my cheek creating a sting and then his hands tightly clasped my face. “I gave you specific order not to cum boy, Did I not?” My father spoke in a quiet menacing tone. I nodded yes to him and felt his finger wiggle up to my sloppy butt. He dug three fingers straight into me to the knuckle causing me to groan and working the poz nut into my asswalls. “Next time slut, you obey what your Daddy tells you. I provide for you and clothing and feed you. I have to put up with a lot, and boy I am tired of it. You will listen." He roughly turned me over and laid into me with his hand so that his pain was my pain. His hand had to have been hurting the way he tore into my sweet teen butt. It was rosy red and really sore. Daddy lay down in bed with me and looked at me. “Do you know why I turned you out to that poz dude for only twenty-five dollars son?” His voice shifted to concern for my feelings. “I wanted to remind you of your place to me as Alpha of this house. You are worth more to me than any money. I love you sweet boy. You were always the quiet one, like your slut of a mother. You are also naturally a whore just like her as well. I knew you would get bugged so I figured why wait. I will still be pimping your ass out to the lowest bidder but that is just because Daddy has been taping you and wants to witness first had your descent into true queer pigdom. You are Daddy's little cumdump cocksleeve boy.” He chuckled softly in my ear. He kissed my head and tucked me in, but not before a taste of my royally fucked and infected seeping hole. “Sweet dreams my little poz slut. Tomorrow you have a big day. I have a client roster filled with a hung black dude, a trucker bear gangbang and also a smelly homeless dude wanted a go. Sweet dreams baby boy.” He turned off the light and shut the door leaving me to myself. I masturbated furiously thinking of my Dad making love to me and adding his Daddy milk to the toxic load that was soaking into my body. I imagined him taking his time and being rough in a sweet way. I climaxed all over my hand and quickly ate my tainted boyspunk. I imagined infecting my Dad, rolled over and pondered what my life would be like without him.

Love Bathhouses! I travel to go to different ones, is always a nice and pleasant experience, specially wenn you are unknown, the new meat in the market. I get normally lots of attention and I love it. I like to start jerking off in public, normally in a public video room. I am not very selective, everyone can have a go on my cock. Soon is a nice group play happening. I like multiple mouths and tongues through my body, so it's perfect. I got fucked last time, and while riding a nice hard cock someone else was blowing me. Heaven. Just pass the poppers around 😈

After a long pounding last week...

Another lucky early morning fuck, just half an hour ago 😏 still dark here but i woke up early. A guy messaged me on Grindr just saying 'want cock?'. His profile blank except for the word 'sluts'. I replied yes and we exchanged a few pics and arranged to meet outdoors near my place. His cock looked huge, but you can't always be sure from the pics, right? He drove up and I hopped in his car. It's dark, so I didn't really see his face, can't tell how old he is. His voice sounds youngish. He unzipped and I leaned over and went to work. Soft, it was pretty small... He said 'don't worry, it grows!' Surely, enough, it did slowly rise up into a monster. While I sucked him, he pulled my pants down and was fingering my hole. After a bit he said, let's get out. Outside of the car, I got on my knees and he started face fucking me, quite rough... he got really turned on each time he pushed me to gagging. At this stage his dick was fully hard and really impressive. He asked if I want to try it in my ass. Haha so yeah. He turned me around and pushed it in... It was so wet from my gagging, better than lube 💦 I was a bit surprised how easily I could take it all the way... Felt just the right shape and he got a good angle. After pounding away a bit he told me to bend over with hands on the ground... Fuck, he was pile-driving it all the way, merciless. He paused a moment and stripped off his hoodie, kicked off shoes and jeans, without removing his dick from my hole, then went back to fucking completely naked. Next he pushed me flat down on the ground, and pumping away harder and harder he asked me how much I like getting raped, and did I want him to fill my hole with cum. Oh yeah. A moment later he went still and quiet... His dick buried balls deep. A silent cummer! He lay on top of me, totally still while I felt pulse after pulse of his load blowing, like a heartbeat in my ass. As he drove away a few minutes later, I saw p-plates on his car... As suspected, a young lad. Never saw him properly in the dark. Hope he'll be back 😈🍆🍑💦😏🔥

It’s years - decades - since I’ve done understall sex or cottaging but it was my gateway into gay sex before graduating to saunas and later Mail-box classified hookups (precursor to the apps). I think I started out innocently reading graffiti on toilet walls, jerking myself and suddenly realising there was someone else jerking in next stall. I’d return and look through the little drilled peepholes- too small to be glory holes - and jerk off watching each other. Eventually on a return trip a hand would have reached under and I expect I probably came almost immediately with his touch on my skin. I soon was reaching under myself and jerking other guys. With no one teaching me this stuff, it took me a while to figure out that with a bit of manoeuvring I could usually get my hard cock under the stall divider. Heaven, I was getting sucked! One might imagined things could finish at that level but, no, there were other ‘levels’ to this activity- always of course haunted by fear of interruption, discovery, exposure or even violence. I graduated to guys entering my stall for blowjobs and meeting in toilets but leaving in a car for blowjobs elsewhere. I was thrilled when someone wrote a note on toilet paper slipped under stall asking to meet outside where he gave me his number and invited me to call sometime. This led to the first time I fucked a guy, no going back after that. I have a vague recollection, but am a little uncertain, about fucking understall, but it didn’t last for me as I had discovered the gay sauna which was more versatile and less dangerous.

CHAPTER THREE: After several months of lying, fighting and sex only when we were high, I arrived for a long weekend in Los Angeles with the idea that if our relationship was going to ever work, we ought to try to enjoy at least one weekend without the drugs. In the car ride from the airport to Manny's apartment, I gingerly brought up the subject. "How would you feel about us not doing any partying this weekend? Just for a change." Manny was driving and he had just turned off the freeway so I wondered if the silence meant he hadn't heard me. "Manny? Did you..." "I heard you. Sure. That sounds fine." There was a long silence as we made our way through the residential neighborhood of Long Beach where he lived. "I just.... I'm curious what this is all about?" "I don't know. I mean. We both love to get high. But I hope we can agree... we love each other more." "Sure." And that one syllable could not have possibly been delivered in a less convincing tone of voice. When we got to his apartment, I noticed his roommate wasn't there. When I asked where Natalie was he said she had some family stuff to take care of in the valley. "So we have the place to ourselves," I offered... making my way toward him with my lips and hands. I was horny. And I wanted to fuck. "I haven't worked out yet today. And you know I hate to cum before hitting the gym. Let's wait until after dinner." "Okay. What do you want to do?" "There must be something good on TV. Why don't you pick something. I need to hit the toilet real quick." Manny disappeared down the hall, shutting the door to the bathroom. When the door was shut I know that meant he was taking a dump. So I found the remote and turned on the TV and started channel surfing. In a minute or two, I heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of the toilet flushing. "Is this okay?" I called to him, having settled on a rerun of Golden Girls. "Sure," he called to me as I heard him slowly walking toward the livingroom. First I smelled it. Then I saw it. He was surrounded by enormous plumes of white Tina smoke. As he continued to light and suck enormous hits off his pipe. I guess he'd stached it in the bathroom. Seeing him smoking got my dick hard immediately. And as he arrived on the sofa next to me he pulled me in for the biggest shotgun of my life. "Oh fuck" we both said as we yielded to what was clearly already taking root as a serious drug addiction. Even though I'd wanted a sober weekend the moment I took that first hit I heard myself thanking him for not letting me push our Tina off for even a day. "I was wanting this all day," he admitted. "How much did you get," I asked. "Just two 8balls, 4 ecstasy, 3 ounces of G and some Viagra." He handed me the pipe and I started smoking hungrily as he released my cock and sucked the pool of precum from my swollen purple cockhead. He yanked down my jeans and started to go for my ass. "I'm not sure if it's so clean. I just got off a 5 hr. flight." He ignored me and moaned as he rubbed the ripe sweaty scent of my hole all over his face and beard. In no time I was returning the favor burying my face in his ass as he draped himself face down over the wooden coffeetable. He grabbed the remote and switched channels to a techno music station. I quickly brought my dripping cock to his hole and he turned around to face me. "I threw away anything that could be used as lube so do it natural. Spit and precum and nothing else." I popped the head in and dripped a river inside him. He pushed back hard against my dry shaft seeming to enjoy the pain of abrasion tearing at his hole. "Did the boy upstairs fuck you?" I asked. Instead of answering he grabbed his cell from his pocket and sent a text. "I got more stuff. Come on down whenever your Mom goes out." I was pumping into his hole faster and harder and talking real dirty, telling him how badly I wished I was poz so I could infect him. He answered with his quasi-serious warnings that he hoped I would never slam again. That smoking was just fine. And there was no reason to risk a more serious unmanageable addiction by shooting up. I looked down at my right arm and hoped the track marks weren't too obvious. I was so lost in our fuck that I didn't hear the front door open. Had he left it unlocked the whole time? I only knew the teenage kid was there the moment I felt his tongue gently lapping at my hole. I then felt Manny slide up, arching his back to almost sit up, keeping my cock lodged deep so that he could pass the pipe and torch back to our guest. I turned to look at him as he smoked. Jesus. How old was this kid? He didn't look much older than 15 or 16. "How old are you?" I blurted out before realizing the question might be a buzz kill. "Oh. I'm... almost 19," he said and I'm pretty sure I spotted a look pass between them as both their cocks bobbed up. I braced myself for a weekend of wild tweker sex with a cast of characters I would likely not be able to keep in my memory. And the higher we got, the more we both accepted that anonymous and high risk were what we both wanted to chase til I got on my plane home Tuesday morning. Manny wanted me dripping cum into my seat on the flight. And I wanted to imagine them fucking passionately for the whole 5 hours of that flight.

I had just slid my cock into the leather daddy's hole when my phone started ringing. It was Manny. It was like 2AM where I was and 11PM in LA. I wasn't going to answer but then the texts started flying in: Please answer. I know you're up. I'm so high I need to hear your voice. So the next time it rang I answered. I slowed down, holding my cock in the dad's hole real still. "What r you up to?" "No good. You?" "I feel so guilty. I just turned on this 19 yr old in my building. I got him high and bred him." "Don't feel bad." "I do." "Are you stroking?" "Can't stop. you?" "I'm pissing." I was filling the Dad with my chempiss. I took a pic of my cock in his hole. A biohazard tatt on his back. I texted it to Manny. "Fuck." "Manny?" "What?" "I tried a slam." He freaked out. He lectured me about how slamming was a line he would never cross. How he didn't want me to let the drug take over. I stroked my meat as he told me how worried he was about my addiction. And I accepted shotguns from both guys while he got all concerned. The Daddy took my phone out of my hands and talked to him. "Hey. Manny. He's gonna have to call you back tomorrow. Sorry sweetheart. " And he turned my phone off as they prepped my second slam.

I'd never been to a circuit party before. But my college roommate Fred had been pestering me for almost the entire year so, knowing I probably wouldn't have a good time, I agreed to join him at Gay Disney just so I wouldn't have to hear any more complaints about what a bummer I was. See all through college I'd had a steady boyfriend and Fred could only count on me to accompany him to a club maybe twice a semester, often with my boyfriend. He'd wanted a wingman and I'd never been that for him. So when my boyfriend dumped me to attend seminary, Fred was ready to make up for lost time taking me around and showing me how much fun it can be fucking everything in sight. I was 25 and figured if I didn't sow my wild oats now, when would I have the opportunity? This was, of course, before I'd ever tried meth or any party drugs other than pot. Little did I know I'd have decades of debauchery to lose myself in. The minute we checked into the hotel, Fred was on the phone setting up meetings with the various sources for drugs he'd arranged online through fuck buddies and friends of friends of former fuck buddies. I had no idea what he was referring to as I heard different letters of the alphabet pop out of his mouth -- K, G, T, X. He'd arranged for everything, including V, which he assured me I'd be grateful to have handy even though I'd never had trouble getting hard. In fact, I'd always felt the opposite... I kinda wished I didn't pop wood so easy. I still got real shy in lockerrooms and at urinals as my decent 7-incher would swell up til the pink cut head started turning purple. It was not uncommon for me to race to the mens room to piss, then end up stuffing a boner back into my jockeys without having relieved myself cause the smell of the guy to my left got me horny. It was on the second night of the 4-day event that I finally started to relax at a big waterpark party. The ecstasy Fred has procured hit me hard and for a moment I thought I might need to use my tongue to show my buddy just how grateful I was for his chemical enhancement. Somehow I managed instead to convince him to join me for a float down a winding river in innertubes, a perfect way to cool off and enjoy the high while taking in all the eye candy. I felt a jolt as an innertube hit the back of my shoulders hard followed by the laughter of a group of guys who had obviously shoved someone into me. When I turned around, Manny was all apologies. "Sorry. My friends are infants." "No worries," I said. Sensing from the energy of his group that they'd figured I was his type and decided to give him a little help. i didn't have a type but was certainly happy to be bumping into him. His innertube started to drift away just as we were both about to say something and without thinking I saw myself reaching far, almost falling out of my own tube to grab onto his so we wouldn't lose each other. Fred was grinning like a goofy auntie and kept nodding encouragement to me as Manny and I found it difficult to talk without touching the other's shoulder, thigh, hand, chest, cheek for emphasis. Eventually we ditched the innertubes and ducked under a waterfall where finally we tongued our way deep into each other's mouths, ears. I was grabbing his round muscular bubble butt with both hands, letting my fingers slip into his speedo to feel the warm damp heat of his hairy crack and he could not stop squeezing precum out of my purple engorged cock head. The whistle of a Disney park ranger who seemed like a butch dyke stopped us as our cocks started to break free of our swimsuits. "Let's go back to my hotel room," he suggested without a hint of shyness. And I was rolling so hard on the ecstasy that I almost jumped for joy at the idea. "Just need to grab my stuff first," he said and before I knew it we were crisscrossing to the far side of the dancefloor to a secluded sandy beech area where some guys were lying on towels as though sunbathing even though it was like 3AM. Moonbathing? And with quick precision, he found a spot in the middle of the sand not marked in any way I could tell and squatted down low and dug. He dug about a foot down into the sand to retrieve a plastic change purse wrapped in a plastic bag. "Don't leave home without her," he said and i smiled and pretended to have a clue what he was talking about. Back in his room, I discovered that inside the change purse was a baggie of crystal and he quickly pulled a glass pipe from his suitcase, loaded it and was lighting up. When i barely got even a hint of smoke out of the pipe he stopped and looked at me with a combination of disbelief and affection. "Wait a sec. Have you never smoked before?" "Is it that obvious?" "Oh baby. What are you on? You're on something. No?" "X" He was kind enough to teach me how to smoke, first by shotgunning decent hits into me, then by holding the lighter for me as I sucked in my hits. I was starting to feel very horny and very driven to devour this man. And he seemed to be getting just as horned up as well. I ate his ass for 30 minutes and it still wasn't enough. Finally he stuck a shard of meth into my piss slit, greased me up with vaselline and guided me into his hole. It was so wet and open from the rimming that I just slid right in and I was precumming so much that the meth melted into my piss slit and into his hole quickly and we both felt another wave of intense drug-fueled horniness at the same moment. I started pumping. It's always taken me a long time to cum and that suited this bottom just fine. "Don't cum iin me," he said. I was shocked and sort of disappointed. "Really?" "Unless. I mean... Do you think you might want this to be serious? I only let guys I love shoot inside me." "I love you," I said. And he quickly said it back. And I kept saying it until all 7 spurts of my jizz had hit the back walls of his hole as his ankles dug into my butt to keep me as deep inside as possible. "This is like our wedding night," he said. And I kissed him.l He pulled away from my lips just long enough to add: "You, me and tina."

Literally just fired off a 3-day load into this ginger that's about 10 years my younger. We met up at the end of an evening that had a few bar stops involved. Both of us agreed to go home to just kind of hang out and play around so we had a relatively low-key early morning (actually a really cool guy) but I woke up with only one thing in my head. While making out with his furry beard and nibbling on his ears and neck, I simultaneously took a couple of fingers and swirled them around his hole. Ten mins later he was on all fours with his ass in the air. I'm sorry I didn't get a pic, because it was such a good looking ass. Such a pretty little pink pucker. I dove in without any delay, working his nips and grabbing his glutes like they were bread dough and frankly they looked as white as that. As soon as the moaning started, I noticed him leaking, dripped by drip onto the sheets. Was fucking hot. I kept taking a little bit of his pre-cum and rubbed it into his hole. With a few well-placed dollops of spit I was able to rub my cockhead in place. His butt was sooooo tight, but I had a mission. This load just had to come out and we all know where it belonged. A whole lot of spit later my cock was lodged in and it wasn't leaving. He was such a good fuck... I love it when the bottom reaches in front of him for the bedpost and arches their back in complete submission. With nobody else around I just went to town until I shoved him down onto his stomach and just started pummeling him. It didn't take long for me to get to that point that you feel when you know that everything's about to end really soon. And for that I just kept whispering in his ear, "fuck, you like that raw cock in you". Got a lot of 'fuck yeahs' so I hooked my arms under his armpits and locked him in place. Was in fucking heaven when I finally gave up and dumped that load inside that pretty pink hole, now a puffy cum enriched mess. Sunday is definitely a fun day when it starts like that. And yes I've invited him over to my place for round 2 later. Have a good weekend gents. Let's hope there's more to tell then. 😉

I went to IML with my brother & his BF and had a good time. This year was much different than last year.

Yes of course I remember it, the first time my first ex came in me without wearing a condom. It was a new level, the warmth I felt inside was undescribable. Electric. Yes, I admit, I had completely fallen for him. And we spent days of paranoia thinking of consequences, given that he had a past of drug addiction. For the usual stereotype of risk measured by categories rather than behaviours. We are still in contact and sometimes we still talk about it, but I really remember the sensation of him spraying in me, his warmth filled my whole body, like us becoming one. Seriously I can't find the words to describe it properly!

My first load was something I have never forgotten. I had been playing with my stepdad (I have wrote in detail about that) for a while and we were working on penetration of his enormous cock in me. I had gotten very good and was almost balls deep with our efforts. Because of his size my focus was getting him all inside and not his cum. We were working him in me and I saw a look on his face that I knew was him about to cum. He pushed the last inch or two into me and let out a huge moan. I could feel his cock pulsate in me but didn’t feel the cum. He stayed inside me for a few minutes and I was able to feel his get soft in me. I remember feeling proud that I was able to get him off with my pussy. Since then I have had hundreds of men get off inside me but my first was a feeling I have never forgotten.

Kevin was browsing through profiles on adam4adam and once again found himself staring at the hottest guy he had ever seen. The guy was six one, 145 pounds, 26 years old, white, with a smooth nine and a half inch cut cock. And he was poz. "Damn," Kevin thought, "why does he have to have HIV?" As he had done many times before, Kevin couldn't help but to click through each picture of the guy's photographs, hoping to see more of the man's gorgeous body and enormous cock, but the most memorable image was the outline of guy's huge dick underneath the guy's bathing suit. The text on his profile always caught his eye, and Kevin found himself inexplicably turned on as he read it again "I'm poz. I fuck bare. Don't message me unless you want poz jizz in your hole." The first few times Kevin had read the man's profile, the message scared and repulsed him, but increasingly he found himself somewhat aroused as he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have the huge cock filling his ass with jizz. His thoughts were interrupted when the a4a alert noise cracked through his speakers and startled him. He checked the messages. 'Oh shit', he thought, 'it's from *him*'. The following conversation followed: hungpozfucker: hey, you always look at my profile. so i thought id say hello. dont worry, you can't get pozzed just chatting with me. kevinboi22: oh. um sorry. ur hott and all, but i dont fuck guys with hiv. hungpozfucker: no worries. it's not like i would let you fuck me. i would, however, attack your ass with my huge cock, if u were willing. Kevin found that his half-way hard cock was suddenly at it's full seven inches. kevinboi22: like i said ur hott. it's just the hiv thing. ya know? i wish i could see more pics of your cock though. hungpozfucker: i don't have any more pics here. look, let's meet up, and i'll show you in real life. don't worry, i'm not gonnarape your little boi hole or anything. i'll just come over, we can chat, i'll give you a glimpse, and then i'll leave. it doesn't hurt to make new friends does it? Kevin's cock was now throbbing as he imagined this huge cock being forced into him. "uggh," he thought "i wanna see it. i want him to fuck me, but not with hiv." kevinboi22: well, i guess that's cool. i'm a little shy, just so you know. and i only want to take a look, okay? hungpozfucker: deal About an hour later, Kevin heard a knock on his door. His heart was pounding, and his cock immediately resumed it's rock-hard status as he imagined what was on the other side of the door. Kevin let his new poz 'friend' into his living room. An awkward pause followed, but then the visitor took over. "I'm Bret. I guess I'll just break the ice," he introduced himself; and then casually pulled his shorts down revealing the longest and thickest soft cock Kevin had ever seen. "Oh my God," Kevin said as his mouth dropped. "Go ahead and touch it, it's okay. You can't get nothing by just feeling it." That was all the permission Kevin needed. He quickly got on his knees and inspected the beautiful cock as he slowly caressed it and felt it harden in his hands. "How big is it?" Kevin asked. "About 9.5 inches. Probably too big to fit in your hole anyway," Bret said half-smiling to himself. Kevin's cock was throbbing again. He continued to stroke Bret's enormous piece as it got fully hard. "Why don't you give it a little kiss since you like it so much?" Bret said while smirking. Kevin was scared, but too aroused to care at this point. He starting softly kissing the massive cock in front of him from the tip to the base, and back up to the tip. "Good, now give it a french kiss," Bret instructed. Kevin hesitated for a moment, but gave in to the urge and licked his tongue around the thick headed mushroom tip. After just a couple of seconds, he decided to just give up on the "kissing" and starting to go down on Bret's cock. "That's it," Bret assured him "suck that cock you've been wanting for soo long." Kevin tried desperately to fit the entire cock in his mouth, but could barely get past half. He kept trying with all earnest. After a few minutes, he stood up to take his shirt, jeans and underwear off, while Bret finished taking the rest of his clothes off. "Get back on that cock," Bret urged him. Kevin quickly obliged and sucked as hard and far down as he could. "Oh fuck yeah, use lots of spit. Make my dick as wet as you can like you want me to fuck your ass using your spit for lube," Bret insisted. Somewhere in the back of his head, Kevin was afraid; but the fear was somehow feeding the intense arousal he felt as well. He imagined this big tool being forced into him; and all he could do was continue to suck and apply as much spit onto the cock in his mouth as possible with each lick and suck, while he slowly tugged on his own cock. "Yeah, I knew you would surrender to my cock, that's it," Bret was smiling to himself knowing that he had won his prize. "Mmmmmmm" was all Kevin could muster to say as he gobbled and slobbered all over the cock he was worshiping. "Get on all fours now," Bret demanded. Kevin was both nervous and ecstatic to hear this. He was finally gonna get the cock he wanted; and any thoughts of Bret's HIV status were completely forgotten now. "Oh god, fuck me, please!" Kevin begged. "First things first," and then Bret licked at the tight little boi hole in front of him, "I need to make sure you're nice and wet to take this." Kevin already felt an orgasm building, and nearly came just from the wonderful tongue-fuck his ass was receiving. "Are you sure you want this now?" Bret asked, confident of the answer to follow. "Yeah!" Kevin said nearly interrupting the question, " fuck my ass with your big cock!" "You're ready for your first poz cock to attack your ass?" Bret clarified. Kevin didn't care anymore. All he knew was that he needed to get fucked by this cock. "Fuck yeah! Give it to me!" Bret forced his thick headed tip into Kevin's tight hole, and with some effort had the first few inches inside. "OH MY GOD!" Kevin yelled, "it's so fucking big. Oh, fuck!" Bret continued to press until he was mostly inside. Kevin felt a pleasure unlike any he had felt before, even as his ass was stretched ever more open, and Bret's magnificent cock slid deeper into Kevin, certainly more deeply than any other cock had done so before. Kevin nearly fainted from the simultaneous pleasure and pain his ass was feeling, but after a few glides in and out, he got used to it; and then the pleasure took over and sent Kevin into pure ecstasy. "You like that huh?" Bret asked. "Oh fuck yeah" Kevin panted out. "Tell me you want me to poz your ass." Bret said as he thrust all the way into Kevin. "OH FUCK! Yeah man, poz my ass!" Kevin could barely mutter as his ass was assaulted with deep punishing thrusts. "Do what?" Bret asked. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin answered. Bret smiled to himself. He had his new cocklover right where he wanted him. "Do what?" he asked again, smiling to himself. "POZ MY ASS" Kevin blurted even louder. Kevin was completely under Bret's control; and was trying not to cum as he felt the big cock owning him. "POZ MY ASS!" Kevin again yelled. "Okay," Bret answered, "get ready for my poz cum to explode in your ass!" Brett quickened his pace as Kevin started stroking. Brett started to unload; and Kevin felt his ass getting slippery and started shooting his cum onto the floor. Brett grabbed Kevin's waste tighter and fucked as hard and deep as he could as he unloaded into Kevin's hole. Kevin suddenly remembered Bret was poz and found himself panicked as he realized he was getting a poz load blasted into him. The panic turned into excitement; and Kevin continued to cum, shooting a huge load onto the floor as Bret continued to cum deep inside Kevin. It was the most intense orgasm Kevin ever felt, and he could not believe how much cum was being shot into him. "Oh fuck!" Kevin yelped as he felt one final jab of Bret's huge dick shove into him. "There ya go," Bret whispered. "Finally got what you wanted." Kevin felt a strange sense of relief and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing. I never came so hard," Kevin confided. "Be careful what you wish for," Bret thought to himself. They both managed to stumble to Kevin's bed, where they then passed out from exhaustion.

I always regret not planning to be at the bathhouse on Nov 30/Dec 1. I always think of it too late. I want my ass to get flooded with NNN loads.

it has been so long since I posted here. Since last I posted I’ve had a car accident, been accused of taking pics of a boy in a public restroom, nearly lost my job, started a new teaching job, was assaulted by a student, went to the hospital, found out tat my immune system is trashed, and I am negative for every STI/STD including HIV. Not a good first half of 2023. Oh, and I’ve picked up a drug habit too. But…. Last Sunday I was at my favorite park n ride smoking my stuff and watching porn when a smoking hot bl/bl fit boy pulls up next to me, gets out of his car, stops by mine and fondles my cock then heads into the woods. Don’t have to ask me twice. I grabbed my poppers and headed in after him. He was about 50 yards in stroking a 7 cut cock hard as only teen cock can get. He wanted head. I huffed my poppers and got on my knees. His crotch smelled like heaven. His cock slid into my mouth. I worked it fast and slow, deep and shallow. He talked dirty. “Suck that cock, faggot.” He moaned. I worked it into my throat and he grabbed the back of my head and piston-fucked my face calling me a dirty cheating whore, a faggot. Said he hoped I would get AIDS and die. He grabbed handfuls of my hairs and shoved his cock into my throat, unloading shot after shot of cum directly into my throat. When he pulled out I tasted his sweet boy cream. He shook his softening cock at my face and unloaded a stream of piss at my mouth then all over my chest. He placed his foot on my chest and pushed me over as he zipped up. He looked down on me with contempt, spit on me and called me a “pathetic piece of shit.” I didn’t care. I’m 63, disabled, and just sucked a hot as fuck legal teen. Bring it baby.

🙄 This ^ is the sum total of what I think about "no nut November", "sex-free September", "jackoff January", "fuck-free February", "mouth-on-toes March", "don't-touch-ass April", "yes-you-may-worship-earlobes-May", blah blah blah.

Chapter 73: The Circle is Complete What an incredible time this had been for me! My year started off with my friend and I exploring our sexuality without actual sex. Simple jacking, fondling and deciding if it was gay or not. My step dad watching us fool around at the pool, knowing that he wanted to help me decide if I was indeed gay or not. Waiting until I was of legal age, to help me decide if I was indeed gay, by teaching me about M2M sex. Not just teaching me the basics, but putting his cock up my ass, taking my virginity, but heping me to determine the difference between love and pure primal gay sex. Introducing me to the pros and cons of becoming poz. Letting me decide if I wanted to become poz or not by showing me videos of poz sex, including with his dad, and taking me on our first bonding camp trip. Giving me the opportunity to have not only my first group sex, but a poz roleplay session to help me figure that piece of the puzzle out, without pressuring me to become poz. Then although by chance, meeting another poz father son couple that was at the campground for a pozzing party the same weekend we were there for a pozzing roleplay party. That weekend led me to become best friends with the boy that was getting pozzed that weekend, and helped me in my ultimate decision on becoming poz or not. By introducing me to my real dad who had desired to have M2M sex with me first, but never had the opportunity, yet was still cool with it even after my step dad pozzed me. Although not a happy thing, my step dad and mom had opened up their relationship, just as he and I had done. I had issues with my step dad pozzing my mom, and bringing a poz baby into this world. It all ended up good though, with my step dad impegnating my mom, but not pozzing her or my bouncing baby little step brother! Perhaps following in my footsteps. To my step dad for encouraging me to infect infect others before going on meds. My desire to poz my friend that opened my eyes to gay sex, even if it was just experimental. The excitenent and yet fear not knowing if my friend would want to be gifted. Most of all is that I realized I had two dads that truly loved me, and made me a secret part of their complicated lives. Willing to simply fuck me, share me or simply make love to me! I guess some stories do have fairy tale endings afterall!

CHAPTER THREE: After several months of lying, fighting and sex only when we were high, I arrived for a long weekend in Los Angeles with the idea that if our relationship was going to ever work, we ought to try to enjoy at least one weekend without the drugs. In the car ride from the airport to Manny's apartment, I gingerly brought up the subject. "How would you feel about us not doing any partying this weekend? Just for a change." Manny was driving and he had just turned off the freeway so I wondered if the silence meant he hadn't heard me. "Manny? Did you..." "I heard you. Sure. That sounds fine." There was a long silence as we made our way through the residential neighborhood of Long Beach where he lived. "I just.... I'm curious what this is all about?" "I don't know. I mean. We both love to get high. But I hope we can agree... we love each other more." "Sure." And that one syllable could not have possibly been delivered in a less convincing tone of voice. When we got to his apartment, I noticed his roommate wasn't there. When I asked where Natalie was he said she had some family stuff to take care of in the valley. "So we have the place to ourselves," I offered... making my way toward him with my lips and hands. I was horny. And I wanted to fuck. "I haven't worked out yet today. And you know I hate to cum before hitting the gym. Let's wait until after dinner." "Okay. What do you want to do?" "There must be something good on TV. Why don't you pick something. I need to hit the toilet real quick." Manny disappeared down the hall, shutting the door to the bathroom. When the door was shut I know that meant he was taking a dump. So I found the remote and turned on the TV and started channel surfing. In a minute or two, I heard the door to the bathroom open and the sound of the toilet flushing. "Is this okay?" I called to him, having settled on a rerun of Golden Girls. "Sure," he called to me as I heard him slowly walking toward the livingroom. First I smelled it. Then I saw it. He was surrounded by enormous plumes of white Tina smoke. As he continued to light and suck enormous hits off his pipe. I guess he'd stached it in the bathroom. Seeing him smoking got my dick hard immediately. And as he arrived on the sofa next to me he pulled me in for the biggest shotgun of my life. "Oh fuck" we both said as we yielded to what was clearly already taking root as a serious drug addiction. Even though I'd wanted a sober weekend the moment I took that first hit I heard myself thanking him for not letting me push our Tina off for even a day. "I was wanting this all day," he admitted. "How much did you get," I asked. "Just two 8balls, 4 ecstasy, 3 ounces of G and some Viagra." He handed me the pipe and I started smoking hungrily as he released my cock and sucked the pool of precum from my swollen purple cockhead. He yanked down my jeans and started to go for my ass. "I'm not sure if it's so clean. I just got off a 5 hr. flight." He ignored me and moaned as he rubbed the ripe sweaty scent of my hole all over his face and beard. In no time I was returning the favor burying my face in his ass as he draped himself face down over the wooden coffeetable. He grabbed the remote and switched channels to a techno music station. I quickly brought my dripping cock to his hole and he turned around to face me. "I threw away anything that could be used as lube so do it natural. Spit and precum and nothing else." I popped the head in and dripped a river inside him. He pushed back hard against my dry shaft seeming to enjoy the pain of abrasion tearing at his hole. "Did the boy upstairs fuck you?" I asked. Instead of answering he grabbed his cell from his pocket and sent a text. "I got more stuff. Come on down whenever your Mom goes out." I was pumping into his hole faster and harder and talking real dirty, telling him how badly I wished I was poz so I could infect him. He answered with his quasi-serious warnings that he hoped I would never slam again. That smoking was just fine. And there was no reason to risk a more serious unmanageable addiction by shooting up. I looked down at my right arm and hoped the track marks weren't too obvious. I was so lost in our fuck that I didn't hear the front door open. Had he left it unlocked the whole time? I only knew the teenage kid was there the moment I felt his tongue gently lapping at my hole. I then felt Manny slide up, arching his back to almost sit up, keeping my cock lodged deep so that he could pass the pipe and torch back to our guest. I turned to look at him as he smoked. Jesus. How old was this kid? He didn't look much older than 15 or 16. "How old are you?" I blurted out before realizing the question might be a buzz kill. "Oh. I'm... almost 19," he said and I'm pretty sure I spotted a look pass between them as both their cocks bobbed up. I braced myself for a weekend of wild tweker sex with a cast of characters I would likely not be able to keep in my memory. And the higher we got, the more we both accepted that anonymous and high risk were what we both wanted to chase til I got on my plane home Tuesday morning. Manny wanted me dripping cum into my seat on the flight. And I wanted to imagine them fucking passionately for the whole 5 hours of that flight.

CODA TO CHAPTER TWO: Four hours later I was back in my apartment, lying on top of my bed, more horned up than I'd ever been having taken a couple loads and having been slammed for the first time. Even though it was 4 AM in Los Angeles, I let my tweaked brain convince me to text Manny. "Hey. Sorry about earlier. My phone died. Call me when you see this." In two seconds my phone was ringing. "Hey" he said. He sounded like a high person trying to sound sleepy. "How are you? You're up early." "Oh. Yeah. Well..." I was afraid to admit what I'd done. Cause he had been so adamant about us only partying together and never partying apart. I let the silence hang between us. We both seemed to be listening to each other's breathing looking for clues. I started touching myself as I slowly reached over to the nightstand to quietly grab my pipe and torch. My cock got hard. "I wonder whether either one of us has slept," I said. I heard him moan. And the faint sound of porn in the background. "The thing is, Manny. I know you had a really strong argument for us not partying on our own..." "I did." he said, a little breathless. "But I have to admit to you.... Sometimes I just. I mean, don't you ever feel like you just have to load the pipe and smoke a little?" And with that I lit the torch and did the quietest big hit I could. He probably would not have heard any evidence of it had he not asked me a question which I chose to answer as I was exhaling the huge white plume of meth smoke. "Yeah. As a matter of fact, I am right now." And then I brought the torch closer to let him hear it all as I heard him moaning "Oh fuck" followed by his own torch and smoking. Then without either one of us taking our hands off our engorged pricks, he made his heartfelt confession. But it was both a confession and a huge pornographic trigger for us both. And he knew it would be. "I feel terrible telling you this. But I got high alone yesterday and I fucked the teenage kid who lives above us." I was dripping like a faucet now. "Had he ever done drugs before?" "NO. His mother's a recovering heroin addict and his father is an alcoholic so he's always stayed away from drugs. But he asked me about it after seeing me carrying a water bong into the apartment and as soon as I saw his Mom leave for the night shift at the hospital I was up there like a sick [banned word] that I am, getting hard thinking of of how I was going to bring hi over to the dark side." "Donn't beat yourself up. You couldn't help it. You were high." There was a long pause. "Are you high now? Yeah. But not enouh. And we both smoked deep as he stroked his cock and I stroked mine. Before he hung up I could swear I heard the words "Fill me with your poz cum" from the porn he was watching but I decided not to ask him about it. When I hung up, I got back on Grindr and within 15 min. was letting in some guy I wasn't all that attracted to but who promised to get me higher than I'd ever been.

i don't know if this question can be answered objectively, but i can trace being bottom with a healthy dose of sub back to age 7. i had a crush on another 7 year old boy in my neighborhood, Danny Newberry. In retrospect, i can see He had Top/Dom attributes even at that age, even though we were both just clueless kids. One day while playing at His house, He took me into His bathroom and showed me an enema nozzle. He was very excited as He described to me what it was and where it went, and as He described it, He described it happening to me. Nothing happened between us, but as soon as i got home, i found our enema nozzle and, thinking of Him and following His description, it ended up in my ass. Sort of a first experience of being 'dommed.' After that, everything ended up in my ass... i discovered it as my sex organ way before my penis at 14. Growing up religious, even though i knew from 7 i'm attracted to guys, i was conditioned to be straight... and top as part of that conditioning. i married a woman at an early age and was able to top her, but it was never right. Not only was a gay, but we were both bottom and sub psychologically. Being married and trying to force myself to be a top is what burned into me that i am total bottom. i look at marriage to a woman as a sort of prison like experience. How straight guys will sometimes have male lovers or sex in prison, but as soon as they get out, they only want a woman. In my case, my conditioned religious belief was my "prison." Once i 'got out,' there's been no going back. i've tried topping guys a few times, i LOVE everything about a mans ass, but i have zero drive, need, desire to penetrate another male and 100% drive, need, desire to be penetrated by a Man. It's so much more than physical for me. So, yeah, it feels like i have always been bottom or "born bottom."

Chapter 4b: Eduardo, Cont’d Before I know it, Eduardo is back. And he’s carrying a mason jar full of something. My face scrunches up in confusion because that’s about the last thing I expected to see today. But I look closer and notice the cloudy white complexion of the jar’s contents. My eyes bulge. I nearly start hyperventilating. I look from the jar to Eduardo’s face and back again several times as I increase the pace of my self-fisting. I start making whimpering sounds, hoping I’m right about what’s about to happen. “You look like you recognize what’s in here,” Eduardo says. “Do you know what this is?” I’m so blitzed-out and excited that I have to look back and forth between him and the jar a couple more times before my brain reconnects with words. “Cum? Is that full of cum?” Eduardo smiles from ear to ear. “I knew you’d know, you fucking slut. Yeah, this jar is full of my cum. I’ve been saving it for you.” I moan, pleadingly. My legs spread and contract as I push my fist deeper into me. I gasp and moan again. Eduardo keeps talking. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this. I can’t believe how desperate you are. Anyway,” Eduardo says. “This is about a month’s worth of loads from me. Any time I wasn’t fucking some other guy, my cum went in this jar, and it’s all for you.” I whimper again. This is the most desperate craving I have ever felt. Never before has someone held a collection of his own cum in front of me and teased me with it, hinting it was about to go inside me. I can’t contain my excitement, wiggling around looking frantic and trying to figure out what to do next. All I know is that I want that cum deep inside my hole. All of it. To my relief, Eduardo helps me out. “God damn, look how desperate you are. You want this inside you, don’t you, you fucking slut?” I say yes amid some more moans and whimpers. “You want it inside your ass, don’t you?” More noises. Another yes. “And then what?” he asks. When he doesn’t get an answer—I don’t know what he expects me to say—he continues. “What should I put inside you after I pour all this cum into your hole?” I whimper again at the thought. “You want me to use my fist to push it deeper inside you?” My whimpering turns to a growl. “You want my hand, coated in a month’s worth of cum, to slide so far into you that I fill your second hole with my collected spunk?” At that point, I’m basically squirming out of my own skin. I’m so worked up, my body can’t keep control of its energy. I’m twisting and writhing, looking for a clue as to what I need to do to make my dreams into a reality. My brain short-circuits, and I go back to whimpering. I know what I want, but I don’t know how to get there. I look back at Eduardo, a helpless pleading crossing on my face. “Please?” is the only thing I can think of to say. Eduardo takes control and gives me clear instructions. “Go find your biggest Pig Hole toy and bring it to me. Then get in the sling. Okay? Pig Hole, then sling. Go.” He knows how to keep his instructions simple for my spun-out brain. I start repeating “pig hole, then sling” over and over. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, if I’m mouthing the words, too, or if I’m saying them out loud each time. I don’t care. I know what I need, and I need his cum inside me. All of it. After a minute of mindless walking about, I find the Pig Hole. I bring it out to the sling, where Eduardo stands ready to help. I hand him the toy, which he takes from me. I climb into the sling and make sure my ass hangs over the edge. “Here,” he says. “Put your poppers beside you. But take a hit first, you slut. I want you totally open for my cum to pour into you.” I fumble with the bottle, almost racing to take the hit, knowing it will bring me closer to my goal more quickly. I replace the cap on the bottle and set it in the sling beside me. I’m ready. I’m ready for the abuse. I’m ready for the rush. I’m ready for the fisting. More than anything, though, I’m ready to be filled up with that jar of cum. I exhale and start to relax and calm down. “Good,” Eduardo says. “Now here’s your Pig Hole. I put lube on it, so it’ll go in nice and easy. I’ll let you put it in cuz I wanna watch that, and I’ll record the video for you.” He pauses for a second while his attention focuses on the phone in his hands. “Okay, go ahead. Stuff that toy inside your hole and open it up for me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the base of the Pig Hole with one hand and use the other to fold up the hollow part so it’s easier to slide inside. I relax my ass, line up the toy, and start to push it in. I surprise myself with how easily it goes inside—I’ve never been this loose before. The base of the toy snaps into place as the widest part slips easily past my sphincter. After a small gasp and grunt, I reach down and stick my fingers into my new silicone-lined chute. I press outward on a couple of spots still folded in, and the entire length of the Pig Hole pops open, gaping open my ass all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” Eduardo says, still recording video. “Look at that hole.” He moves closer and lines up the head of his cock with the opening of my hole. He pushes in a bit but stops once he feels resistance. His cock is too thick to just slide right in to my gaping hole. “I guess I’ll need some lube,” he says. “What do you think?” “Use the cum,” I say. “Please. Use your cum as lube for your cock.” “You’re such a nasty fucker,” Eduardo says. “I love it. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Okay,” he says, grabbing the jar. “Here’s a month’s worth of my cum. It’s about ready to go inside your stretched-out gaping hole. You ready, slut?” “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Pour your loads into me. Please.” I watch as he dribbles a little onto the head of his cock, which drip down from there into my hole because I feel the cool wetness of the spreading semen a few moments later. The delay between what I see and what I feel fascinates me, but only for a second. Because then I realize that my ass is literally being flooded with another man’s sperm, and I start to go nuts. My moaning and grunting blend together into what can only be described as a sound of primal desperation. I grab my butt cheeks with my hands and pull them apart, as though that will somehow help open me up even more. My eyes go wild as I watch more and more creamy liquid pour out of the jar and I feel a growing fullness and heaviness inside my cavernous hole. Eduardo tips the jar upside down and shakes it a bit, ensuring that every last drop has been poured into my greedy hole. When he’s satisfied the jar is empty, he goes to set it aside. I whimper again and reach out my hand to take it from him. “But it’s empty,” he says. “Nuh-uh,” I utter. He gives me the jar, and I reach in with a finger, running it along the inside of the jar, feeling a film of cum transferring to my hand. “Now it’s empty, I say, handing the wiped-clean glass back to him. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Eduardo says as he watches and records me licking my finger clean of the residual jizz. “Fuck yeah,” he says. My finger still in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan. “Your cum tastes amazing. I’m so glad it’s all inside me now.” “So now what should I put inside you, you hungry pig?” “Your fist,” I say immediately. “Fist all those loads deeper into me. Please.” “Okay,” he says. “In a second. One more surprise first.” He leans over and picks something up off the nearby table. It’s a small clear baggy. Oh, fuck yes, I think. More. Eduardo smiles at me when he sees my face light up when I realize what he’s doing. “You’ve been such a good bottom that I want to reward you with more than just a month’s worth of my cum. I know that’s all you really need, but I want to see you do more. So I’m going to take this shard here”—he holds up a sizeable chunk of crystal—“and toss it in with my sperm.” Without any more warning or waiting for any confirmation from me, he literally tosses the shard down my gaping hole. Maybe I’m imagining things, but I swear I hear a little splash when it hits the puddle. “That will dissolve in a couple minutes, and when you feel the rush hit, you’ll know you’ve started to absorb all my semen. You’ll know that your next high comes from my cum.” “Oh fuck yes,” I say. I reach down and play with what’s left of my tiny little dicklet, unable to stop myself from trying to at least pretend to jerk off. What he said has turned me on so much. He’s given me a way to feel the spread of his sperm through my body. I’m going to have his cum on my brain when I get even higher in a few minutes. Eduardo stops recording video and sets my phone down. “This might take an extra hand and some concentration. Alright,” he says. “I think we’re done with this Pig Hole. Your natural pig hole will be good enough on its own for what’s coming next.” “Your fist,” I say. “Please.” “Good boy,” Eduardo says. “You’ve been taking notes.” He grabs the Pig Hole with one hand places his other hand on my butt, and begins to slowly pry the toy out of my hole. “Stay open,” he says. “Don’t push any of that cum out. I don’t want you to waste it. Keep your hole wide open and gaping. Stay right like you are. There you go. Good boy. Hold that cum inside you. Just like that. Good. Keep it right there.” And at that, I feel the last of the Pig Hole slide past my ass’s lips. A month of Eduardo’s cum is now churning in a cesspool inside my hole, a drug shard slowly dissolving in its midst. I feel so trashy and so used, almost discarded and tossed aside like the chemicals he tossed into my hole. And that alone is enough to turn me on. I’m in absolute pig heaven. After a moment, my eyes try to focus on reality again. I see Eduardo standing at the bottom of the sling. His hand and forearm are glistening with a fresh coating of lube. And with his other hand, he’s picked up my phone again. It looks like he’s already started recording. I’m about to have him fist a puddle of cum into my guts. I suddenly think of my poppers, and I’m sure my face looks panicked. Eduardo looks a little worried for a second, but once he sees the bottle in my hand and the determined look on my face, he calms down. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Huff on those poppers and get ready to open wide for my arm.” I want to open up, but I don’t want to zone out, so I take two decent sniffs from the bottle before sealing it and setting it aside. I lean back and exhale. “Do it, man. Shove your fist in my hole. Soak your hand in the puddle of your cum. Push your loads deeper into my hole and watch me swallow your arm with my hole. Come on, man. Give it to me. I need it.” Without another word, Eduardo reaches down and presses his fingertips against my entrance. I offer no resistance, and they slide right past. Within seconds, his entire fist has entered my hole, almost without effort. “Holy fuck,” he says. “That is one hungry hole.” He pushes in a couple inches past his wrist. Then he stops as his face lights up in amazement. “Oh my god,” he says. “I feel it. I can splash around in a puddle of my own cum. Oh my god.” I feel him moving his hand around inside me, and I’d swear I hear gurgling sounds from my gut, almost like indigestion. Then it dawns on me: I’m hearing the sound of cum splashing around inside my body. “Oh holy fuck,” I say. “I can hear you splashing it around. Oh my god, that’s amazing.” We continue like this for a few minutes, both of us lost in wonder, until he brings me back to earth with a question. “Ready for me to go deeper?” he asks. “I don’t feel the shard anywhere, so I think it’s fully dissolved. I think it’s time we spread this cum around and coat your insides with it.” “Fuck yeah, man,” I say. “Push it in.” “But first, I wanna see my cum coating my hand. I’m gonna pull out for just a second, but then I get right back to where I am.” I whimper a bit. “And then go deeper?” “Goddamn, you dirty pig,” he says. “Yeah, after I see my cum-covered hand, I’ll see how deep you can take me.” With that, he starts to pull his hand out of my hole. I feel him rubbing it all along the insides of my hole, not just pulling straight out. I smile. “Uh-huh. You see what I’m doing,” he says. “I’m making sure to coat your insides with my chem-laced cum on my way out of your hole. You’re welcome, you filthy fucking pig.” My only response is a moan. And right as my moan fades, his hand crosses my threshold on the way out of my hole. I grunt, mostly from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then I look up and see Eduardo moving his fingers together and apart, putting on a show for the camera. The runny, stringy goo drips and oozes around his hand, leaving a webwork of threads between his fingers when he spreads them. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he says. “But I don’t want this dripping anywhere, so let’s see how gorgeous this looks sliding right back inside your hole.” He doesn’t even try to be slow or gentle this time, knowing I’m already stretched pretty far open. He dives right in, going a couple inches deeper than his wrist in a single push. I make a small grunt but that’s it. I’m just glad to get something back inside me. “Deeper,” I say, reminding him of my goal and letting him know I’m ready. “Give me more.” He chuckles. “Oh, okay, I guess,” he says. “But only because you asked so politely, you pig.” Eduardo applies more pressure and continues sliding deeper into my hole. I think he probably expected to get halfway up his forearm because once another two inches past there had disappeared inside me, he starts looking a little worried. “You doing okay?” he asks. “How’s that feel, pig?” “More,” I say, not even looking at him, just concentrating on my breathing and on opening up. He gets a little further, and I feel his upper arm bump against my butt. I’ve made it to the crease in his elbow, but I still feel open and a little empty. I still want more. I grab my bottle of poppers again. I take my time with it, taking four long, slow huffs out of the bottle. I keep my eyes closed, reseal the bottle, set it beside me, reach my hands overhead, and exhale deeply several times. I think I hear Eduardo say “wow” or something. He probably feels my insides relaxing. I exhale one more time, then I open my eyes, stare right into his, and say simply, “More.” I begin to bear down as he realizes I’m serious and begins to apply pressure again. With a grunt and a bit of a yelp, I absorb his entire elbow into my hole. It feels incredible, and with his latest bump starting to kick in as I absorb all the semen being spread through my insides, I feel like I can do anything. “Keep going,” I say. “More.” I lean back and continue to work on my breathing. It’s tough because of the added high, but I’m trying to keep myself physically relaxed and fairly still. My arms move around a bit, trying to find the best way to get leverage, but the rest of me cooperates with my need for calm. I feel him moving further in. This is uncharted territory for both of us, and we treat it rather solemnly—we’re both silent, focused more on the feelings than on being verbal. That, I figure, could come later. For now, my only job is to open up. And that’s exactly what I do. Eduardo’s arm slides a couple more inches into me, so my stretched-out sphincter is wrapped around the middle of his meaty bicep. I’m glad he’s not super-built, but he’s got enough mass there that I felt the extra stretch as his toned muscle slides past the threshold. He holds still at this point, and I think we both feel he’s reached a block. He presses a button on the phone’s screen and sets it aside. “I think this is as far as you’re going to let me in today,” he says, sounding surprisingly serious for all the dirty talk we were doing before. I guess he wants me to know he’s not playing. I return the favor and reply as soberly as I’m capable, considering the unreal conditions. “Yeah, I think so, too. Feels like you hit a wall.” I take a couple breaths. “Honestly, I’m good with that because oh my god.” “Yeah,” Eduardo says. “This is intense. I’ll just stay right here. You take your time and let me know when you’re ready for something to change.” Taking his advice, I lie back and relax, trying to wrap my brain around what’s going on. I can’t, of course, so I just lie there in amazement at how good my whole body feels. Then I get an idea, and a naughty smile crosses my face. Eduardo sees it. “What now? You look like you’re up to something. What are you thinking? Nothing good, I’ll bet.” “We’ll see,” I say. “Can you try something for me? Are you able to flex your bicep without bending your arm? Like, can you flex the muscle by just tensing your arm?” He thinks for a quick second, then smirks back at me. He extends his free arm up so I can see it. “Like this?” he asks. Then I watch as what looks like a beautifully shaped human arm suddenly transforms into a beautifully shaped stone carving. Then just as suddenly, it looks soft and supple again. “Oh my god,” I say. “Your body is gorgeous. Yes, like that. I wonder what that…” But I didn’t get to finish the sentence. I gasp and lift my head to face his, shock running across my features. “Holy fuck!” I say as I see an evil chuckle run across his face. “Oh my god,” I say again, as the sensation fades. “That’s all you did?” And suddenly, I gasp and look shocked once more. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Holy fuck. It’s like my entire body is a great big prosta—fuck, dude!” The feeling of having a man’s arm buried up to his bicep overwhelmed me enough. Having that large of an intrusion go from soft to solid and back again—and having the girth of his hard muscles expand so suddenly—blew my mind. I couldn’t process anything beyond feeling completely and totally overwhelmed, completely and totally under his control and at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll keep begging for more. I start to smile in some kind of hazy bliss, and he flexes one more time, changing my spreading smile to a quick gasp and back again as he releases the tension. “Okay, okay,” I say. “Hold on. Just stay still.” To my relief, Eduardo looks serious. I don’t think he’ll shock me with another flex now. “I’m astonished you made it this far. Alright. Tell me what you need. Out? Hold? What’s best?” Taking stock of my sensations, I make a suggestion. “Just hang on for a second. Lemme get used to you.” After a few moments and many unsuccessful attempts at calming breaths, I continue. “Maybe back out, slowly, to your elbow? Then hold and check again.” “Sounds good. You ready?” I nod. “Or do you need more time?” I shake my head. “Okay,” he says. “Your only job right now is to breathe. Nice and slow, okay?” I nod. And with that, I feel the enormous mass of an entire arm start to move toward the exit of my body. I have to fight the urge to hyperventilate or panic. He gets his elbow out with a grunt from me. He freezes, unsure how I’m managing. Hell, I don’t know how I’m doing, either. I’m basically writhing all over, trying to understand the impossible sensations I’m experiencing. Eventually I get used to this new level of fullness, and with a quick nod from me, we resume the gradual retreat of his arm. I have him pause again at the wrist for just a second, and after a bit, he’s completely out. I feel utterly, completely, hopelessly empty. I almost break down in tears. I have a worried look on my face as my eyes dart around the room in search of a solution. I’m desperate for a solution. Anything I can shove up my hole to satisfy my need. But I can’t come up with any ideas. Seeing nothing and without thinking, I slide one of my own fists back into my hole. I’m amazed by how loose and sloppy it is—I’ve never been this destroyed before, and it feels unbelievable. Eduardo sees my behavior and laughs. “Okay, mister power bottom. Let’s fill you up with an enormous butt plug then spend a few minutes getting me cleaned up and you rehydrated. Sound good?” I continue exploring my hole with my own fist, nodding absently that I half-heard his suggestions. Before I realize what’s happened, Eduardo returns, toweling himself off. He shakes his head with a laugh. “Right where I left you. At least you’re predictable. Okay, come on. Let’s get this plug inside you.” He picks up the huge plug I had in me before, which he has somehow fit inside my Pig Hole toy to add even more girth. “I hope it’s big enough to make a difference,” I say. “Yeah, me too,” he says. “Let’s give it a shot.” He waits for me to remove my hand, then he immediately slides the tip of the plug into my blown-out hole. It slides all the way in easily, right up to the big bump on the Pig Hole, where he pauses for a second. “Breathe,” he says. I do my best to breathe deeply and slowly, and I open up my hole as best I can. I grunt a bit, and I feel the plug lock into place. And I mean lock. I can immediately tell it’s not going anywhere for a while. That thing can’t budge. “You good?” Eduardo asks. “Mmm-hmm,” I reply. I look around mindlessly, pretty much anywhere but at him. I also start grinding my hips, distracted by the changing sensations of the massive plug pressing into different parts of my insides. Eduardo chuckles and shakes his head. “Man, you are blasted. Here, lemme help you down.” He reaches his hands to either side of me, and I lean forward, happy to have the physical contact and the chance to feel him up a bit. He chuckled again. “Goddamn, you’re horny. Okay, here’s your sports drink. Take a seat and drink. I’ll get you another bottle for when you finish that one off.” I take the half-empty bottle he hands me, and I vaguely remember that I started drinking it what now seems like forever ago. I grab a spare puppy training pad and put it on the couch because I don’t know leaky my hole will be, and I collapse into the seat, totally spent. As soon as I’m down, though, my eyes lock on the porn still playing on the screen, and my hands again lock onto my crotch. I resume playing with myself. A moment later, Eduardo comes back, carrying two more bottles of sports drink. “One for you,” he says, handing it to me. “And one for me,” he says, plopping down on the seat beside me. He exhales completely and, for the first time, looks completely spent. “Oh my god, that was incredible. Your hole is amazing.” “Your arm is fucking incredible,” I say, squeezing what’s left of my dick, never taking my eyes off the screen. We spend a long time just sitting there, calming down, and cooling off, with even Eduardo’s attention returning to the porn that’s been playing this whole time. We had been totally ignoring it for the longest time. The stuff going on inside my own body was way hotter than what we saw on the screen. But there’s enough going on right now to hold my attention and keep my eyes occupied while my hands apply pressure to my nub of a penis and the sensitive spot on my perineum. My entire body and all my needs have been reduced to those two spots. The only thing that would be better is to get another person inside my hole again, but catching my breath for a minute does feel good. After a while, Eduardo’s phone lights up with an incoming text. He checks it and grins. “Looks like your friend Joey is looking for some play. Want me to take you over there?” “Yes, please,” I say. Joey is a hot little fucker who enjoys pushing boundaries and encouraging naughty behavior in me. He’ll help me go as far as I want, and he always respects my boundaries. Not that I have any in my current state, but he’s certainly earned a lot of my trust over the years. “Okay,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you ready. We’re gonna keep that butt plug in you, but you need to be street-legal to get to their place. I need you to go get your favorite jock strap. Make sure it’s clean. Look at me. Get a fresh jockstrap. Go.” I head to my bedroom, rummage through my dresser, and find my favorite one. It’s small and simple and keeps the attention where I want it: on my hole. It also has an elastic cock ring built in, so I’ll be less likely to play with myself, since the jock will take care of the squeezing. Satisfied, I go back to Eduardo. “Oh, perfect. I like you in that one. Okay, put that on.” He helps me balance as I struggle to focus on getting my legs through the straps, and it takes a second to get my balls through the cock ring, but then I’m all set. “And here are the basketball shorts and tank top that were in a pile on the floor. I’m assuming they’re yours.” I stare at them blankly, trying to remember. Were those mine? Had I worn them recently? “And I’m assuming,” Eduardo continues, “that it’s been a while since you’ve seen them.” He chuckles. “Just put them on.” With his help, I finish getting dressed. “And your shoes are over there. Go on.” Once those are on my feet, we’re ready. I grab my werewolf sheath, thinking it might come in handy in a little while. Eduardo turns off the porn and most of the lights, then walks to the front door. At that, we head out.

Not sure if I posted about it, but recently got seeded by a 63 yo guy with an amazing 8.5 uncut cock. We met at a cheap hotel as he said he was staying with someone. Yesterday he hit me up saying he wanted to seed me again, and he showed his host pics from when we fucked before, and his host wanted to breed me too at his place. His host was a good 7 and cut, probably the same age. 63 yo dumped his load in me first. His host immediately put his cock up me as soon as the first pulled out. I was still in the doggy position, and the 63 yo presented his cock for me to clean while the other fucked me. Don't let stats get in your way of having fun! Both were great fucks!

My 1st time in the mens room stall ! So I was with a few friends at a bar. I was drinking a bit play pool and horsing around with a few girls with my friends and one of the girls spilt a beer on this guy. I apologize to him and bought him a replacement drink. He said thanks and we introduced each other. We talked for a while and said you look familiar. I said yea i think our paths crossed before. He was nice looking wearing preppy clothes. He noticed one of my tattoos and said definitely we met. I laughed it off and said I have to take a piss and walked to the mens room. Didn't realize he followed me as i was standing taking a piss he came in and locked the door i turned around he said i fucked you with my boyfriend a month or two ago from a party at his friend's house. I was shocked and he came up to me and grabbed my cock and kissed me. This got me scared and hot. I reciprocated by sliding my hands down his shorts and grabbing his cock. Which was hard as a rock. He unbucked his pants and pulled me to the stall pushed me over the toilet and pulled my pants down and push me over to hold the toilet. He reached over and got some soap out of the dispenser and smeared it on my hole and his cock and slipped his cock in me and pumped hard and fast for a few minutes or so then he made a noise and felt him blow a load. He pulled out and started to clean up as I also grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned up. We pulled up our pants and left. I got back to my friends like nothing happed. He walked by and said see you around Ill talk to my friend about this and thanks. That was fun.

Haven’t been to the two here in Vegas in few years due to covid but I’ve wanted to go back so bad. I used to go to cummunion at Hawks (entourage is other bathhouses here and also hosts cummunion now). Last I went I ran into a friend of mine who gave me a look of “you shouldn’t be here… you have a boyfriend…” and I have him an “I know” look.. which he got on his knees to suck my cock. I later was watching a young dude get bare fucked hard by an older man when this hot hairy guy around my age at time in his late 20’s sat next to me. He was awkward but so am I haha. Kept glancing at eachother. I put my hand under his towel and looked at him. He leaned his head back and spread his legs. I jerked him and we made out. A lot of guys started crowding us so we moved to a porn area and I sucked his cock. Again tons of guys came around and we moved to a gloryhole booth. We knew guys were watching through holes but freely fucked. His hairy bare dick in my hole. I thought about my boyfriend entire time he pounded my ass hard. He came in me without even asking. I asked if he bred me and he shook his head yes and I pushed on his cock jacking mine harder. I blew my load all over the wall and floor then turned to kiss him. Asked his status and he said neg.. I got his number and fuck I wish I met him for more but fucking covid hit… anyways…. Bathhouses are so fucking hot to cheat at. I mainly top my boyfriend and think of guys who I let unload in me when I fuck his hairy asshole. Even on occasion when I have him fuck me i cum thinking how he doesn’t know my best friend bred me behind his boyfriends back or how I took that guy at the bathhouse (among other men too)

CHAPTER 2: He lived in LA and I lived in Boston so we quickly got used to the idea of sending each other pics and having a lot of phone sex. I fell back into my normal routine: early to bed, early to the gym, work, maybe jerk off before bed if I had the energy. We started talking almost every night and I had no clue he was doing crystal almost every day. I'd only just tried it with him so I was pretty naive. But there was one night when he didn't answer his phone when I called. And still when I called after midnight my time there was no answer and it went to voicemail. I was all horned up from looking forward to hearing his voice so pretty soon I found myself logging onto MANHUNT. This was back when Manhunt was the only online hookup site. Almost the moment I logged on I got an IM from a couple just a few blocks from me. One was older, one was a young hot body builder. The older one had only one blurry shot of his cock and underneath the caption read: delivering potent seed to change any. hole. I didn't know exactly what that meant but I felt my cock swelling up. And pretty soon I was rinsing off in the shower, throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt and heading over to the house of total strangers to have sex. No condoms. As I walked over there I kept glancing down at my phone hoping I might hear from Manny. But nothing. I rang the doorbell and waited. A hot sweaty muscley mess answered the door. He smiled. I said "Donny?" He kind of grinned but didn't seem able to get a word out. I noticed his legs were shaking. He was wearing just a pair of boxer briefs and there was a real obvious stain where he'd leaked a lot of precum. As I walked in, he led me to an upstairs bedroom where I could leave my clothes. i was a little shy about getting naked right away and he could tell. He ducked into the bathroom and came out carying a torch and a huge water bong. "T?" he offered "Sure" and he lit the flame under the glass for me watching with intense concentration to make sure I got as much smoke into my lungs as possible. Then he took my hand and led me down to the basement of the house where his older lover, who I later came to find out owned MANHUNT

I was fucking a married woman, who's her husband hardly pays attention to her. She let me treat her like a worthless slut. She let me do things that she wouldn't let her husband do. It was awesome sex; at least for me. He knew she was cheating and did nothing about it. I wanted him to watch but she wouldn't ask him.

I love going to bathhouses- but haven’t been to one in years-used to travel for work and would hit up the local ones for some after work fun- I was in a relationship at the time and that made it more fun, fucking around. I loved getting as much dick as possible every time I went and had some crazy scenes. once I was getting fucked in the sling with a small group watching , waiting for their turn- one cock in my ass, one in my mouth- any guy wearing a condom - I’d pull it off- then I’d get fucked raw. In that small group was a co- worker who I always thought was a stud- hairy fucker - blew his 9 inch cock deep inside me then shoved it down my throat- it was pretty funny seeing him the next day in the office fun times

Part 1 Colt and I have been best friends since we were 10 years old. Well, his real name is Colton. Colton Sawyer Cooper. But he's always gone by Colt. We lived three houses apart in a town called Cleburne, just south of Fort Worth. We immediately bonded over our love of comic books, even though he was Marvel and I was DC, and our love for the Cowboys. But I'll have to say he was much more fanatical than me. His entire bedroom was a shrine to the team. Cowboys bed spread, Cowboys sheets, Cowboys lamps, Cowboys rugs, you get the picture. Even his walls were covered in Cowboys posters. But looking back now, I didn't put 2 and 2 together and realize the one thing he didn't have was the one thing every red blooded Cowboys fan had, posters of the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. But he did have plenty of Tony Romo. So we were basically 2 peas in pod. Where there was one, there was the other. And we told each other everything. He told me when he got his first pubes, and the first time he came, which he said was the most amazing thing ever. I developed a little behind him, but six months later I got my own pubes and soon was ejaculating as well. And he was right, it was amazing! We became little jerk off monsters, as most boys are, and our sleepovers became one non stop jerk fest. We would lie on our sleeping bags on the floor next to each other and pound our dicks. We were always fascinated with watching each other shoot, and seeing how far our loads flew. Nothing gay, just two horny boys. And we were always good for 3 of them. We also liked to measure our growing dicks as we got older, taking pride in how big they were getting. Length wise, we were identical, but his was always thicker. Again, nothing gay, just curious boys. You'd think by the time we reached high school, we would have stopped that, but no. We continued our jerkoff sessions together. I mean, we had been doing it for several years, so why quit now? When we were 16, we got our first blowjobs together. It was at the drive-in in my quad cab Ford F-150. My dad owned a dealership so I got a really good deal on it. You know us Texas boys love our trucks. Colt was in the backseat with Stacy Turner and I was up front with Missy Powell. I watched Colt in my rear view mirror as his head layed back and his mouth hung open, groaning in ecstasy. We even shot our loads at the same time. In retrospect, those blowjobs weren't that great, but we didn't care. We were nutting into a warm, wet hole. I dated Missy for a while after that, but Colt didn't date Stacy. In fact, he never really dated. He'd fool around with chicks, but that was it. I dumped Missy after a while because she wouldn't let me fuck her. She was a "nice girl." Well, she wasn't such a nice girl the night she was on her knees sucking off me and Colt together behind his shed. The full moon provided enough light that I had a nice view of Colt's fat 7 1/2 inch cock as he gagged Missy with it. When he came, he put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. After she had swallowed both our loads, she thought we were going to get back together, but I told her to fuck off, I didn't want to date a slut. She called us fags, and said she was going to tell everyone. The next day at school, one of the guys called us fags, but after Colt kicked the shit out of him, no one ever said that again. By our senior year, we had both become big strong men. Colt had turned 18 in August, before school started, and I was turning 18 the day before Halloween. We were both linebackers on the varsity team, which put us in the category of high school gods. You know how important football is in Texas! We had spent years working out, and had spent the last three summers working as ranch hands. Baling hay, branding cattle, castrating bulls, real cowboy shit. And our bodies showed it. I stood a nice 6'1" with a solid body. Firm pecs, hard 6 pack, defined arms, and strong legs. But Colt, he was a whole other level. 6'3 1/2" of solid muscle. And boy did he like to show it off! I don't think he even owned shirts with sleeves anymore. He was constantly flexing his big guns that were attached to the broadest shoulders I had ever seen. His strong torso led down to a surprisingly narrow waist. And the wranglers he wore should have been criminal. They were always so tight that they clung to his big, round ass. And the front, well, he liked to wear a big belt buckle to draw people's eyes down to his huge bulge. Not that it would have gone unnoticed. It was like an anaconda trying to bust out of there. He topped his look off with a pair of boots and a hat. He always wore a hat on his thick, brown curls. Sometimes a trucker hat, sometimes a cowboy hat, but always a hat. And not to be gay, but his face matched the rest of him perfectly. His vibrant green eyes were surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. His strong nose sat atop a pair of pillowy, dark pink lips. His square jaw perfectly shaped his face. He hadn't started to grow facial hair yet, and his cheeks flushed a reddish colour, giving him a boyish look. His body may have been all man, but his face was all innocent angel. Not that my face wasn't hot too. I had strong Scandinavian features with light blue eyes and light blond hair. I hadn't started shaving yet either, so we were both still like boys in a way. So, right after Colt turned 18, things kind of got weird. It was like he was suddenly avoiding me. Our sleepovers stopped, he would take off right after weekend games, and he hung around me less at school. I tried to talk to him about it, cause it was really hurting me to lose someone I was closer to than a brother. He would just give me flimsy excuses, saying he was busy with stuff, or he was fucking some chick, basically bullshit. The one time during that early part of the school year that was somewhat normal was my birthday. We had scored a bottle of whiskey and some weed and spent the night getting fucked up and playing video games. It was great. Just like old times. It eventually devolved into a mutual bro love fest. We sat on his bed with our arms around each others shoulders and declared our straight love for one another. "I love you man." "No dude, I love YOU!" "I love you more bro!" "No man, I love YOU more!" And back and forth it went. In hindsight, I wasn't hearing what he was trying to tell me. Eventually, it wound up becoming one of our jerk off sessions. I smiled as I looked at his smooth, hairless body. Nothing gay, I just appreciated my best friend, naked next to me, jerking his fat 10 inch cock. I stroked my own 9 1/2 inch dick and we both shot loads that hit our faces, and laughed like nothing had changed. But things had changed. The next day, Colt started his weird avoidance shit again. He blew me off the following weekend, and the weekend after that when he did it again, I had had enough. I knew his parents were going to be out of town, and he claimed he was going to be fucking some chick. But I didn't buy it and decided to spy on him and see what was up. Friday night I snuck over to his house and went around the back to where his bedroom was. His lights were on and the shade was down, but not all the way down. There was a gap at the bottom. His window was open a crack, so I quietly creeped up and peeked into his bedroom. What I saw shocked the hell out of me! There was Colt, stomach down on his bed, his legs hanging off the end, while a large, heavily tattoed Mexican man pulled his head back by his curly hair and pounded his cock into Colt's round, white ass. Colt was wearing his football shoulder pads, athletic socks pulled up over his calves, his cleats, and a white jockstrap. His football jersey layed on the floor. "Take it slut!" I could hear the man say. "Take that load in your faggot jock pussy!" I turned away, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard Colt moan, "Oh yes SIR! Breed me!" WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST SEE? My head swam as a million thoughts ran through it. I knew I should leave, but like a car wreck, I had to look again. I had to make sure what I saw was real. I turned back and looked in again. The Mexican guy was flipping Colt over and spreading his legs. Another man with a camera moved in and got a close up of Colt's asshole. "That's right slut." Said the Mexican. "Show the people what they paid for! Spread your cheeks and let them see your dripping high school jock pussy!" Colt spread his ass cheeks apart as the cameraman said, "Oh yea, look at that jock cunt drip cum!" Then, another man I hadn't noticed stepped up. He was a large black man with dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. He bent down and placed his mouth over Colt's asshole and started sucking. Then he stood up over Colt and pulled his mouth open. Colt stuck his tongue out and the black man let a long string of spit and cum land on it. It ran down into Colt's mouth, and he closed it with a smile on his face. As my initial shock started to go down, I noticed a few things I hadn't noticed before. There was a laptop open on the dresser recording the action. Also, on the nightstand there was a glass pipe, a baggie with some kind of substance in it, and a few syringes. Then, the black man layed down on the bed, holding up a huge cock. That fucker had to be like 12 inches! Colt crawled up and straddled the man. He took hold of the cock and lined it up to his asshole. Then he slowly slid down on it. Inch after black inch dissapeared into Colt's bubble butt. Soon, his muscular glutes were sitting on the black man's pubes, and every inch of that cock was inside him. He sat there not moving as the Mexican man filled up the glass pipe. He handed it to the black man, who lit a small torch and waved it under the bowl. Soon, it filled with white smoke and he inhaled it. Then, he grabbed Colt behind his neck and pulled him onto his mouth. I could see the black man exhale as Colt inhaled. Then Colt sat up and exhaled a white cloud. They repeated this twice more as Colt began gyrating his hips. Then the black man handed the pipe to Colt. "Now, hit that bitch, and hold it until I say exhale. And start riding my cock, slut!" Colt held the pipe up to his lips, lit the torch, and inhaled the white smoke. Then, as he held it, he started riding up and down on the black cock buried inside him. He held in the smoke for about 10 seconds before the black man told him to exhale. "Again, Whore!" He demanded Colt. Colt did as he was told, holding in the smoke and riding the big cock harder. 5 times this was repeated until Colt was visibly losing control. The black man reached up and started pinching and squeezing Colt's nipples, and Colt moaned and squealed like a slut. Then the Mexican man approached with a little brown bottle. He held it under Colt's nose as the black man held onto his slim waist and started fucking upward. "Breath in slut, and hold it until I say release. Do you understand you fucking whore?" "Yes SIR!" Replied Colt. The man held the bottle under Colt's nose, closing off one nostril. Colt breathed in deep and held it. After the man finally let him exhale, he repeated it with the other nostril. Back and forth he went. After each hit, Cole became more and more fucked up. Eventually, he couldn't hold his head up. The Mexican man just grabbed his hair and held up his head, forcing him to hit more. Finally, after 10 hits, the Mexican man pushed Colt onto his back, causing the cock to slide out of him. Colt just collapsed, his head rolling to facing me, his mouth open and slack, his eyes crossed and fucked up looking. The black man just raised Colt's legs in the air and slammed his monster cock all the way into my fucked up best friend. Colt just gurgled as he was assaulted. The cameraman panned from Colt's fucked up face to his ass getting pummeled, back and forth. "Yes slut!" Said the black man. "Look into the camera. Let your audience see your face. That's what they paid for, bitch. To see a hot, 18 year old high school jock get fucked up and fucked hard! Tell them how much you like it you fucking whore! Beg to be fucked!" "Oh god yes." Colt slurred. "Fuck me! Fuck my hole. I love it! Give me that big black cock! Please fuck me SIR!" "Are you a little whore? Are you a pathetic, faggot slut?" "Yes SIR!" Colt answered him, still looking blankly into the camera. "I'm a pathetic faggot slut whore! Fuck my hole! Cum in me SIR! I'm a fucking cumdump!" "Is that what you are? A cumdump?" Continued the black man as he pulled Colt's rock hard cock out of his jockstrap and started jerking it really hard. "Can anybody come and fuck you? Can anybody out there watching come and fuck you? You wanna give up your jock hole to anybody that wants it?" "Yes please!" Groaned Colt. "Please come fuck me! I need your cum in me! Please come and fuck me! Anybody can! Come fuck my jock ass!" He cried out as his cock shot off, hitting him in the face and coating his chest and stomach. The black man scraped up his cum and fed it to him, and Colt sucked the cum covered fingers like he was starving. The cameraman handed the camera to the Mexican man. The black man pushed Colt untill his head was hanging over the bed, his mouth wide open. Then the cameraman shoved his hard cock right down Colt's throat. I could see his cock stretch out Colt's esophagus as he buried himself balls deep. Then both men started viciously fucking my best friend, pounding both of his holes as hard as they could. The Mexican handed the cameraman a sign that he held up, and it read.... Colton Sawyer Cooper 18 yo high school senior Football player with 2 Available cumdump holes Dallas/Fort Worth area (817) 347-1823 Any cock taken HOLY SHIT! They posted his full name and his real phone number! Did he agree to that? Or was he too fucked up to know? I decided I couldn't watch anymore and turned away. Part of me was horrified. Part of me was sickened. But what I didn't realize right away is, I had been hard the whole time. As I lay in my bed at home, I tried not to think about everything I had seen, but it was no use. The images played over and over in my head. Without even thinking about it, my hand traveled down to my hard cock. After only a couple of strokes, I shot off a huge load.

Really enjoyed this first chapter. Too bad a second chapter never materialized.

No matter how many times I read it this story drives me crazy horny and hungry for more 🥵 Thanks for writing such amazing dirty sexy stuff!! Can’t wait to read more 😈🥵😈

Any guys on Session? Msg me to add. V open minded filth lover

Total bottom. Always was. In adolescence i would stick candles, this phallic shaped walking stick (I was lucky not to get splinters; it’s broke off inside me one time), shampoo bottles then later dildoes and vibrators up my arse. Never fantasised about fucking, only about being fucked. The first time i was fucked it hurt so much, but as soon as he stopped i was craving it again.

Morning of Tuesday 13th of June, Whitechapel hotel, group parTy, all welcome for a few hours to fuck, dump and go (or stay and watch, from 4am - 11am cum early, cum late, cum in your way to work or way home from the night shift

They're trying to give you the best fuck possible by aiming directly (as opposed to obliquely) for the prostate.

Had a great week. Fucked another guy's bf with his bf's load in him (seems to be a trend for me, breeding used partnered holes). It was amazing, warm and wet. Blew my load deep in him. Later that day, had a threesome with the bf and this guy who had just taken 8 loads. Sloppy hole, I came in him then the bf came in him. Two days later, same 8 loads guy came back but with 10 loads in him - and the 10th was just added 3 minutes before he came to us. We fucked him in our hotel and bred him on the balcony. Wettest hole I've ever fucked and I loved it. Went to the local bathhouse, eyed off a few guys but this hot brazillian guy came in, and we made a beeline for him, got a private room. He sucked us both, then I lubed up my dick and pumped my load into his hole, then the bf did. Really enjoy being a bareback slut and giving my load to as many holes as possible.

I'm not sure that these apply outside my local area, I haven't noticed them anywhere else. Men bringing dildos to sex clubs and wanting to use them instead of a real life hard cock Going to sex clubs and only wanting to cuddle, most of them get pissed off if you try to involve a cock, either theirs or yours Guys walking around the sex clubs with their dick locked in a chastity device They never were big on fucking (some of them know a 1001 ways to have really great sex where no one has to touch an icky dick) since I've lived here, but these "trends" make it even worse.

I think the increase in willingness to bareback is due to a couple of things: Lots of guys are on PrEP now and do not care about your status. Younger guys now only understand HIV/AIDS in an abstract way; most of them cannot remember when guys were dying left and right.

You’ve inspired me to visit Paris asap!

@bbbhlover = I totally agree on ALL counts!

I've fucked a few wives that had cuckold husbands and loved it. One of them fucked her after I had cum in her and it was great seeing all of my cum on his cock

richie west is not poz. yet. but he is a luscious piece of boyish man with a mans' cock. i would add as well sean storm. a nice guy as well.

Part 2 I woke up the next morning with the visions of last night still burned into my mind. I really didn't know what to think. So......Colt was gay. THAT part really didn't bother me much. I mean, it IS Texas. It's really conservative, and queers are not totally accepted.....BUT....not everyone is so closed minded. And we had been so close for so long that I couldn't just turn my back on him. I loved the dude. But the rest of it? The rough, brutal sex, the drugs, broadcasting it on the internet? That's what I had trouble accepting. If Colt wanted to have a nice boyfriend, that was one thing, but everything else he was doing? I didn't know how I felt about it. It was pretty fucked up. But as I layed in bed and absentmindedly stroked my cock, I kept seeing Colt taking that big, black cock up his ass. I didn't want to, I was trying to think of pussy, but Colt kept creeping back in. And I didn't understand why thinking about it got my cock so hard. I wasn't gay! Other than jerking off with my best friend, I never thought about cock. But for some reason, I kept seeing it going up Colt's ass. I quickly jerked myself off so I could get on with my day, but I still thought about it all day long. And all the next day too. Monday at school, I was the one avoiding Colt. I just couldn't face him yet. Not after all I had seen. It was Thursday before Colt approached me. "Hey Austin." He said, coming up to my locker after last period. And yes, my name is Austin, Austin Allen Collins, and I live in Texas. You might think I was named after the city, but you would be wrong. I was actually named after Stone Cold Steve Austin, my dad's favourite wrestler. But any way, Colt approached my locker. "Austin," he said again, "I know I've been kind of an asshole lately." "You don't say." I replied. If he was about to apologize, I wasn't going to make it easy for him. "Yea, look dude, I'm sorry, I really am. I've been going through some shit and I guess I just needed some space." "So, you just push me aside? Is that what best friends do? We've always told each other everything, so what's changed, dickhead?" I prodded him. I didn't expect him to fess up to anything, especially not here at school, and frankly, I didn't know if he would ever fess up. But over the last couple of days I had done a lot of thinking, and had decided I would try to be here for him, if he wanted it. "Look man, I'm sorry. I really am and I want to make it up to you. I got some killer weed and I'm free all weekend. Come on, we had a great time on your birthday." "Yea, then you turned back into an asshole. What's up with that?" "Come on bro.....I'm sorry! I have been a total dick and I know it. But we're brothers! Please forgive me. Come on, we'll get some beer and have a great weekend. My parents will be gone again!" I looked at his face and he really did seem to be sorry. But knowing what I knew about him, and that he was obviously really struggling with some heavy shit, I gave in. "All right asshole." I said. "Just me and you, all weekend. And you better get some good beer, not some piss water shit!" "I promise!" He smiled. "It's going to be a great best bro weekend!" I just shook my head as he walked away. Maybe he was planning to come clean this weekend. I actually hoped for his sake he would. That's a big fucking secret he's hiding. Friday night found us at his house as promised. He had a case of beer and a fat sack of weed. We hit the bong, then hit the video games. After a couple hours, several beers, and a lot of weed, things started to feel back to normal again. We were both just sitting there in our boxers and feeling good. Colt's fly gaped open and I could see his big, soft cock nestled against his large balls. It made me think of him shooting off as his ass got plowed. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't stop. Throughout the night, Colt kept getting text messages. He would quickly respond to them, then pretend nothing had happened. He also got a couple of phone calls. "Aren't you going to answer that?" I asked him as his ringtone played the Toby Keith classic 'Beer for my horses.' "Naw. Voicemail can get it. This weekend is all about me and you, bro." He said as he grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze. We kept on playing video games for a while, and I knew he wasn't going to bring it up, so I tried. "So what's been going on dude?" I asked. "What's this shit you've been going through?" Colt looked uncomfortable. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet." "Why not?" I asked. "Remember we tell each other everything. We've been jerking off together for years, what do we have to hide?" Colt just chugged on his beer. "I can't just yet. But I will, I promise." I let it drop. I figured he would tell me soon enough, so we continued with drinking, smoking, and gaming. Pretty soon it was 2 am and we were drunk and high and decided to hit the hay. As we lay on his bed, we both just stared at the ceiling. Now that we didn't have video games in front of us, the images of last weekend filled up my head. It was tearing me up inside and I couldn't control myself any longer. I ended up blurting out, "I know." Colt was silent for a moment before asking, "You know what?" "I know your secret dude!" I could hear Colt taking deep breaths in the dead silence. Finally he asked, "What secret is that?" God damn him! I was over the games and the lies and was determined to drag the truth out of him. I rolled over on my side and faced him. "I saw you. Last weekend." Colt rolled on his side with his back toward me. I continued, "I was tired of your bullshit so I went over to your house, and I saw, through the window." More tense silence followed as Colt processed what I had said. Finally he whispered, "You don't hate me?" My heart hurt that Colt actually thought I could hate him. "No dude, I don't hate you. I'm here right now, aren't I?" Colt rolled to face me. "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I didn't know how to bring it up. The thought of losing you scared me more than anything." "Dude," I said, looking him right in his eyes, "We're family. And you don't turn your back on family. No matter what." Colt just smiled at me, a look of relief on his face. "I mean, if you want to be gay, be gay. I don't give a fuck. I got your back bro. But all that other shit? What's that about? Do you really like that?" Colt was silent for a moment, averting his eyes from me before he replied, "Yea Austin, I do. I mean, I really, really do. I kind of always have. I used to check out all kinds of crazy shit online, and I always thought it was hot. Then I started chatting with Dante and Carlos, and when I turned 18, I met up with them and things just progressed. You think I'm a sick fuck, don't you?" I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling again. "I don't know what to think, man. I'm trying to be cool with all this. So what was up with the camera? Why did they say people had paid to see this?" "Well," he began, "Dante and Carlos have this internet business, and people from all over the world pay to watch these shows. 50 bucks a pop. And they're good guys. They split the money with me. Last weekend I made a thousand bucks." "A thousand bucks?" I asked incredulously as I turned back to him. "Yea, I'm their most popular guy right now. I bring in a HUGE audience." I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. "But, doesn't that kind of make you a whore?" I asked. "I don't really think about it like that." He replied. "I mean, I'm going to be having sex anyway, so why not make some money from it?" I remained silent as I pondered this. Colt just continued to look at me while he waited for the next question. "So, what about the drugs, dude?" I continued. "What was that shit you were smoking? And what was that brown bottle?" "Well, that brown bottle was poppers. They help you to relax. And the other stuff was Tina, or meth." I shot up on my elbows and looked down on him. "Meth? Are you fucking crazy?" "Relax man." He said. "It's not as bad as you think. Once in a while it's ok. You just have to control yourself. Look at me, I've been doing it for a couple of months now, do I look like I'm addicted?" I had to admit, he did look perfectly normal. "But, you were so fucked up that night." I said. "Yea I was." He laughed. "And I felt great! T is amazing shit! It's like a hundred times better than weed. It makes you feel so good, and it makes sex incredible!" He opened up his nightstand and pulled out a pipe and a baggie. "You wanna try some?" "What the fuck?" I asked, shocked. "You got that shit right here?" "Yea, come on. Give it a little try. It'll make you feel so good." I stared at the pipe in his hand before shaking my head. "I don't know man...." "Come on. It won't hurt you, I promise! You're my brother and I love ya, would I steer you wrong? Just give it a little try. It's awesome!" "Fine." I conceded. "I'll try it just this once to shut you up!" Colt's face lit up and his eyes sparkled as he started loading the pipe with the crystals. "Fuckin A dude! You're gonna love this!" He handed me the pipe and lit the small torch, melting the shards as he rolled the pipe. "Now," he said, "Put the pipe up to your lips and when the bowl fills with white smoke, inhale and hold it." I did as instructed, inhaling deep. It had kind of a weird taste to it, but wasn't too bad. Then I exhaled, and a large white cloud filled the air. "Now, take another one." Instructed Colt as he looked at me with a big smile on his face. I inhaled another big hit, and I started to feel warm and tingly as a rush went through my body. Colt took the pipe and inhaled a couple of big hits himself before asking me, "How do you feel?" "Warm and tingly." I replied, giggling a bit. "Good, now take a couple more." I took 2 more hits and my body started to feel like it was on fire. It was like I could feel every nerve in my body, and every nerve was telling me I was super horny. Colt took 2 more hits and handed me back the pipe. I took one more hit and the pipe was empty, which made me feel sad. Colt could see the disappointment on my face. "Don't worry buddy, I got plenty more." He said as he reloaded. "We're gonna get you feeling REAL good." I giggled a little more as he handed me the pipe, and I took 2 more hits. By now, I felt like I was floating and was kinda dizzy, but felt more alive than I ever had before. And hornier. "I got an idea. Instead of wasting smoke when we exhale, let's do a shotgun." He suggested. "What's that?" I asked. "When I take a hit, instead of just exhaling it, I put my mouth over yours and you breath in the smoke as I let it out. That way, we both benefit from the hit." I looked at him through my high state and giggled some more. "Sure, why not? I've done this much. Bring it on bro!" Colt hit the pipe and then slowly moved his face toward mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as he gently placed his lips against mine. I thought it would gross me out having another dudes lips on mine, but it didn't. Colt's lips were soft like a girls. I opened my mouth a little bit, and Cole started exhaling into me. I inhaled and felt his hot breath as it filled up my lungs, causing my cock to stir. He pulled away and looked deep into my eyes as I exhaled the smoke that had been in his body. "Your turn." He said, putting the pipe up to my lips. I took a big hit and leaned into him. When our lips touched again I felt a bolt of electricity jolt through my body. We opened our mouths and as I started exhaling, I felt his tongue enter my mouth. Instead of freaking out, I found myself responding to him. My own tongue inched forward until it was touching his. Gently, at first, our tongues rubbed over each others, but soon, I had melted into him and our kissing became stronger and more passionate. He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him as our mouths tried to devour each other. It was weird at first, his hands on my body. These weren't soft, small girl hands. These were large, strong, rough man hands that were pulling my body against his, our bare chests rubbing against each other. He rolled me on my back and placed his larger body on top of me, our hard cocks pressing into each others rock hard stomachs. His rough hands explored my body, feeling like fire everywhere he touched me as his tongue raped my mouth. I ran my hands over his back, his strong, muscular back, relishing in the feeling of touching another man for the first time. I felt his powerful arms and grabbed his rock hard bubble butt as I moaned like a whore. After furiously making out for what seemed like an eternity, Colt pulled off me and looked down at my face, brushing my sweaty hair off my forehead. "You're so beautiful." He said. Now the straight guy in me should have been bothered by that, I suppose, but I think he was gone at this point. "So are you." I replied, looking deep into his eyes. Colt just started kissing my neck and chest before he planted one of his sexy lips on my nipple. He started sucking and nibbling on it, causing my cock to twitch as I gasped and moaned. He worked his magic on my nips before kissing his way down my stomach. He grabbed my 9 1/2 inch cock in his big hand and I gasped again at this new sensation. It felt so different than when a girl grabbed it. So much better. He licked the precum off the head before placing it in his mouth. He sucked on the knob as I squirmed before he slowly sank down on it, taking the entire thing down his throat. Holy shit! No bitch had EVER taken more than half my cock, and my best friend swallowed it with no problem! I groaned as I felt his throat muscles massage my shaft. Colt slid up and down my cock taking it to the root each and every time. He pulled off and grabbed some lube from the nightstand. Lubing up his finger, he started to insert into my ass. Now, I really should have stopped him at this point, but I was so high and so horned up, and everything up to now felt so amazing that I didn't even try to stop him. Colt slid his finger into me until I felt a jolt go through my body and my cock jumped. "Feel that baby?" He asked. "That's your prostate, and it makes you feel super good! Now just relax and let your bro show you how good it feels!" Colt stuck a second finger into me and started really rubbing it. I involuntarily spread my legs apart to give him better access. My cock felt like it was having one long, slow orgasm. "Oh yea baby." He moaned. "Look at all that precum! Your cock is like a river!" I looked down, and my stomach was covered with a big pool of it. Colt just leaned over and lapped it up like a puppy. Then he went back to sucking my cock. He added a third finger into my hole, and buried them as he worked my prostate. Soon, my whole body was shaking and I cried out as I exploded into the most intense orgasm I had ever had! Colt buried my cock in his throat as the first couple of jets shot off. Then he pulled back and took the rest of my cum into his mouth. After I stopped shaking and had given him the last of my load, he crawled up to my head and placed his mouth on mine. As I opened my mouth, Colt released the cum he was holding. We kissed as we rubbed my cum over each others tongue. Colt pulled off and loaded another pipe. "This one is all for you baby." He said, handing it to me. I didn't question him as I hit the pipe. He licked his finger and stuck it in the baggie, giving it a light covering of powder. "Now, this is going to burn a little bit." He said. "Just trust me baby, it'll pass." He stuck his finger in me as I took the fourth hit on the pipe, emptying it. I hissed as my ass burned while Colt finger fucked me. But he was right, it passed and was replaced by a new hunger. Colt made out with me as he lubed up his huge cock. "I want to take your virginity baby." He cooed in my ear. "Would you like that? Would you like your brother to take it? To be the first man inside you? Come on. Tell me you want it." "I do Colt!" I moaned. "I want it so bad! I want to feel you inside me!" "Good boy. That's what I want hear. Now, hit this." He said, handing me a brown bottle. "You're gonna need this!" I hit the bottle like I had seen him do before, and a new warmth rushed through my body, relaxing me. Colt climbed between my legs and lifted them up. "Now, when I start pushing in, you push out like you're taking a shit, got it?" I nodded. Then Colt started. He pushed against my butthole and I pushed back. I could feel my hole stretching and burning until it got to be too much. "Stop, please!" I begged him. "It's too big!" "Shhhh, I have faith in you." He said as he handed me the bottle again. "Take a few more hits." I hit the bottle a few more times as Colt kissed my neck. I could feel my asshole relax a bit as Colt started pushing again. I pushed back and Colt gave a sharp jab with his hips. His head popped past my anal ring and I let out a scream. Colt just covered my mouth. "Shhhhh baby. You did it. I'm inside of you. I'm so proud of you! Just relax and hit this some more." I hit the bottle a few more times and the pain subsided a bit. "Ok baby, ready?" He asked. "Cause here it comes. Now look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you!" I looked at him through my tear stained eyes as he slowly started pushing into me. My insides felt like they were being ripped in two as his massive log sank into me inch by inch. I whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until eventually he had all 10 inches buried in me. "Oh baby, oh yeah! You did it!" He congratulated me as he kissed my neck. "You took all of me! I'm so proud of you. You got all of your brothers big fat cock buried in you!" He held it still for a while as my body adjusted to it. Then, he started to slowly fuck me. Just a little bit at first. Then gradually more and more. "Oh yea. Open up that pussy for me! Give me that hole! Give up that hole to your brother! Oh yea, you're loosening up baby, I can feel it. I'm gonna start really fucking you now!" And he did. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he started pounding me. The pain had passed and all I felt was immense pleasure. "Oh god Colt. Oh yea, fuck me man! Oh God you feel so good inside me!" "Oh baby, I've wanted this for so long. I love you so much Austin!" We started kissing again as he pounded my no longer virgin hole. He rode me hard for a solid 5 minutes before he started panting. "Oh god I'm gonna cum baby. Are you ready? Are you ready for your first big load of man cum in your pussy?" "Fuck yea bro, do it! Give it to me! Cum in me Colt! I love you too!" Colt squeezed me tight into his big, muscular body as he let out a roar and pumped me full of his seed. My cock shot off again between our rock hard stomachs as I was filled up with his cum.

Book II Jeremy OMG, I must have the coolest dad in the world, although I just found him a little over a month ago, we have bonded better than a father and son typically do. Given he was a hook up that turned out to be my Dad makes it just a little more special. I awoke at the ungodly hour of 5:30 to Dad rousing us up in the suite, Darren had his cock wedged between my ass cheeks, and Sam impaled on my hard cock. Steve had slept with Dad last night and was helping get us up, between the two of them they corralled us into the shower and then kept us focused so that we stayed on schedule, we had an early flight, and dad didn’t want us to miss it. The weekend had been fun, arriving here in Chicago and experiencing a bath house for the first time, not to mention the loads of cum we took up our asses and gave back in return. I had bonded even with our new friend, Sam’s best friend from school who had just turned 18, and was a virgin before Sam fucked him for the first time on the bed in our suite, but then again Sam was a virgin when I took his cherry a month before. Dad drove to the airport and us boys were resigned that the weekend was over and we were headed home, after turning in the rental car, we took the shuttle to the terminal, Dad checked us in then we proceeded to the departure gate. Upon arrival at the gate Steve and Sam proclaimed that we weren’t on our way back home, Darren pointed out our destination was Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Fort Lauderdale the destination of college kids for spring break for eons, also over the years had become a gay mecca, just ripe for seducing curious frat boys and college guys, I was stoked and could only wonder what dad had planned for us, and Darren grabbed my hand to bring me out of my reverie and daydream “I have to pee, go with me to the bathroom” He wasn’t a child but I figured he had a more devious motive for getting me to accompany him, we excused ourselves from the others and proceeded to the closest men’s room, Darren veered off a bit before entering and guided us to the family rest room, a single use cubicle meant for handicap and families with children, he pushed me through the door and shut it behind himself then locked it “I know you’ve been ditching your PReP, Sam offered to share with me but I know you are chasing and so is your dad, we all have taken Steve’s toxic loads now I want you to fuck me and give me yours” “But I’m not toxic, yet, not sure if it would do any good. You are a naughty boy aren’t you?” “You might not think you’re toxic yet, but I’ve been watching you all weekend and I know you’ve had a sore throat and you were having night sweats last night, you are converting as we speak so your viral load is peaking” He was right I was beginning to feel a little under the weather, as was my dad, he had been popping throat lozenges since we left home, three days ago. I was horny though and loved fucking Sam and Darren, I grabbed Darren by the neck and pushed him to his knees and into the crotch of my basketball shorts, and he soon had pulled them down and was suckling my cock through my AC jock strap. I was hard in no time and he presented his sweet ass to me, I dove in and began rimming his hole only to discover he was leaking cum, I stood and rammed my cock into his cummy hole, fucking him rough and hard, pounding into him, making sure I tore up his rectum, I fucked him good for about 5 minutes before I felt that tingling that point of no return, I pulsed my load into his battered boycunt, then pulled out and made him clean off the cum, ass juices and funk from my cock. He pulled out a plug from his cargo shorts and shoved it into his gaping hole. I opened the door a crack to see if anyone was paying attention then we exited the rest room. We boarded the plane and had a mostly uneventful flight, I say mostly because Darren pulled Sam’s trick from a day earlier, and joined the mile high club, only with Matt and Steven as his benefactors. We disembarked and collected our luggage then boarded a hotel shuttle to our destination, the pineapple house, a clothing optional resort for men. We arrived and Dad told us he had an errand to run and to make ourselves comfortable and enjoy the amenities, with a wink. We all stripped down to our jocks and having gotten up so early kicked back on the beds in our suite, Darren was bold and left the door wide open for anyone who walked past, to see four hot guys reclining in the room. It didn’t take long before we started to attract attention, as about fifteen minutes later a silver haired bear and his blonde cub approached the doorway and asked if we were up for some visitors. Turned out that daddy bear was in his early fifties and his blonde haired cub was just twenty two, and Poz, not on meds, daddy however was on meds, and nearly undetectable with a viral load in the lower one-hundreds. Darren didn’t waste any time and was soon riding Daddies bare cock, begging him to fuck him with his Poz cock. Steven, Sam and I concentrated on the boy and his large phallus, with a barbed PA through its head. After playing with the piercing for a bit and getting him drooling lots of precum, Sam lined the head up with my hole and forced me down the shaft, Steven and Sam then got on either side of me and presented their upturned holes to the boy, who took turns wreaking our holes with his large tool and piercing, not sure who took the bulk of his load when he shot but we each had his cream in us when he finished. Daddy finished with Darren and came to feed us his slimy boy ass coated cock as Darren pumped his cock into our throats. The Daddy and cub were just the first to visit us over the next few hours while waiting on Matt. About two hours out, we went strolling around the resort, hit the pool, grabbed a light lunch and lounged around. Occasionally getting pumped or pumping a load of fresh cream into a willing hole. After lunch and several encounters each we returned to the room, exhausted we kept the door closed and drifted in and out of sleep. In the late afternoon Matt arrived back along with a hot Latin guy in his late 20’s. without so much as an introduction the guy removed his clothes and crawled onto the bed with us, snuggling and cuddling with Sam and Darren, leaving Steven, Dad and myself to play together, Dad looked tired and his coloring wasn’t good, he was also hot and sweating, very feverous. I was hoping this wouldn’t mean the end of our spring break vacation. The afternoon wore on into evening as we managed to fondle and be impaled on our Latin visitor, and returning the favor of impaling him in return. He ended up with each of our loads percolating in his posterior, while we each nursed one of his in each of our asses. Around 8 in the evening, Matt feeling a little better introduced us to Jose who would be our driver over the next 6 days as we made our way back to the west coast via motorhome. Matt sent us to dinner without him, as he was feeling nauseous and asked us to bring him back a broth based soup. Jose gave us the grand tour of the gay scene in Fort Lauderdale, as well as picking out the hottest and tastiest restaurant in the area, the food was excellent and the eye candy was great. Upon our return to our suite, Jose brought Matt the soup as we all removed our garments and began our night crawl of the resort, looking to have as much sex as was humanly possible, Jose sat with Matt and nursed him throughout the night, and fucked him for good measure, if it was the fuck flu, might as well add some extra virus into the system to make sure. The following morning Matt got us up early again and we loaded our bags into the RV, as Jose pulled the Jeep onto the trailer, and secured it there. Matt lay on the couch as the rest of us boys took seats within the vehicle.

Book II Matt: Awesome start to the week, had my boys with me, surprised Sam with his best friend then his dad, hot night at CumUnion at the Steamworks in Chicago, lots of sex with John and the boys, they even seduced the room service waiters and we fucked them as well. As I was returning to the hotel from the airport after dropping John off my phone buzzed, then buzzed again. I turned the car over to the valets at the hotel and pulled out my phone, I had two message, the first was from Sean saying the deal on the house went through and sent me a file with the paperwork to sign, I could print them off and sign and fax them back to Sean at my earliest convenience, Sean knew I would go use the business center in the hotel to do it as quickly as possible and soon he was receiving my fax. I stopped in on my way up to the room, knowing the boys would still be at the gym upon my return, the second message was from my doctor friend at the clinic, it could be considered bad news or good depending on how one viewed it. Carl, my doctor friend messaged that the RNA results of Stevens test came back and he had contracted a Med resistant strain and for him to stop taking his cocktail as it would not help and might make things worse. It was a strain that was slow reacting so symptoms generally didn’t appear for several years, but didn’t respond to treatments well. I texted Carl back confirming receipt of the message and included a wink emoji on the side, Carl knew I was chasing and was a chaser himself so I knew he’d want to be fucked by Steven when we returned. I went up to the room when I got back and changed into gym wear and headed down to the fitness center to get in a good workout, hoping to catch my boys being bad. I arrived and checked in just as my personal trainer was arriving. He asked me to join him in the locker room and I did. I sat on the bench in front of his locker as he changed into his workout clothes chit chatting small talk then when he knew nobody was within earshot “I saw you and your entourage at the baths on Friday, I noticed you letting your boyfriend and your boys play with Jeff and Leo, the Ginger daddy and his blonde boy, just wanted to warn you that they have a high viral load of a very toxic HIV strain, I know because they knocked me up with it” “So you’re POZ? Will have to have you work me over when were finished, my boys are on PReP so they should be okay” “You’re a naughty daddy, let’s work out” With that he led me back to the gym and put me through my paces, working me like a drill sergeant. We ran across the boys a couple of time before heading back to the locker room and striping down, wearing just towels we handed our gym clothes to the attendant and went to sit in the steam room. Mike, my trainer sat on the lower level while in I sat just to his left on the top-level, he reached up under my towel and began playing with my stiffening cock, he leaned in and took it in his mouth “What if we get caught?” “Highly unlikely and Bill, the locker room guy will let us know if anyone who might object is coming” About that time Darren and Sam and their trainers entered the room, Mike went back to sucking my cock as Darren came over and began giving Mike a Lap dance working his ass over his large stiff tool and then sinking down on it to the root. Sam came over and offered me his cock which I greedily sucked into my mouth, while his trainer entered him from the rear, Darren’s trainer got behind him and began rubbing his cock on Darren’s already stuffed hole, then with a quick push slid in next to Mike, double penetrating the boy. Mike stopped sucking me as Sam lifted my legs up and slid into my puffy well used hole with just steam, spit and his Precum as lube. We were just getting into a rhythm when the steam room kicked on and the door open with Jeremy and Steve and their trainers coming in “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” We all sort of moaned an acceptance as a couple more guys came in behind them, didn’t know who they were but they were cool with having sex in the steam room. Jeremy and Steve started making out and getting head from their trainers as a couple of the other guys began caressing their bodies, rubbing and tweaking the nipples then sliding their cocks into my boys’ rear entrances. The sex went on for a good 20 minutes when the lights began to flash and everyone just kicked back and wrapped their towels around themselves, the door swung open and a skinny business man entered looking very uptight and I thought we’d have to endure a sermon on the evils of the flesh. We all sat quietly then one of the trainers jumped slightly at the touch of the man reaching up and grabbing his engorged phallus, the man began stroking the trainer the leaned over and began licking the precum off the tip, soon we started all back in and the business man ended up riding Mikes toxic cock and taking his seed. The boys and I exited the steam room with a couple of the trainers and hit the Jacuzzi for a bit before donning Spa robes and heading back to the room. We ordered Room service and I had the boys pack up for an early morning departure. I pulled Steven aside and took him into the bedroom “Steve, I got some news today from the clinic, you need to stop taking your ARV meds until we get back, turns out you have a med resistant strain and they need to do more test to get you on a medicine that will work to control your virus” Steven looked at me and was almost in tears, trembling “I knew that asshole had something he was hiding, those weren’t just POZ cocks he was getting me fucked with they were deathsticks, and the owners goals were to knock up innocent guys like me and sign their death warrants.” I cuddled Steven and calmed him down, the other three had already retired to their bedroom and I could hear them fooling around, I kissed Steven and removed his clothes, caressing his pectorals and rubbing his cum filled balls, we were soon on the bed with his cock drooling on my pucker, I moved my hips back taking his mushroom head into my ass, he took the cue and sank the rest of his shaft into my deep recesses, we fucked gently for about ten minutes me riding his cock then he began slamming into me faster and faster before pushing in and freezing pumping his toxic load into my love canal. He rolled over with his cock still buried in my hole and we fell asleep. We got up the next morning, showered, got the guys up and ready and were out to the car by 7. I drove to the airport, turned in the car and proceeded to the gate, the boys thinking they were headed home, much to their surprise was the next leg or our adventure, Fort Lauderdale.

Book II John Just had the greatest start to the weekend, Matt had helped to make arrangements for Darren, Sam’s best friend to accompany me on my Business trip, then stay with them during spring break, sounds innocent enough but what Matt had in store for them I only knew half the plan. I grew up in a modest middle class family, although my parents were fairly religious I had a certain amount of freedoms, As long as I looked like an all American jock and had good grades, they really didn’t hassle me too much. As I finished my senior year in high school, I started to allow some of my feeling surface and began hanging out in public restrooms to get a taste of cock when it was presented, I was still an anal virgin but I loved getting sucked as well. The summer after High School I was sent on a two year mission to South America where I developed a taste for Latin cock, while spreading the word of our lord. Still only sucking and getting sucked I even got my fellow mission brothers to occasionally imbibe and enjoy a three way daisy chain with me. Upon finishing my Mission I went back home where it was arraigned to hook back up with my high school sweetheart (beard) which I then married, to keep the folks happy and a year later I was presented with a son. My completion of my Mission also brought an opportunity of a life time, the chance to intern with a prestigious international Marketing firm, that intern turned into my career and kept me away from my family for long stretches of time, while I really didn’t mind being away from the wife, we generally fought when I was home, I did regret the time I was away from my son, and I spoiled him when I was home, one of reasons my wife and I fought. When she got sick I spread my trips out more but still had to be away for extended periods, so I hired a nanny for Sam. During my internship I met Nick, who took an instant liking to me, and wanted to show me all the ropes, the tricks of the trade. It was Nick who introduced me to anal sex and other kinks. It was the early nineties and HIV was on the forefront of many men who engaged in sex with men, but that didn’t stop Nick, he was my mentor with the firm and we often traveled abroad together, Europe, Asia, South America, and it didn’t faze him when he walked in on me jacking off in the shower, early on in my internship at a hotel in Prague, he simply stripped naked and dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and began sucking me. I couldn’t believe I was in this hotel bathroom getting sucked by my mentor who was at least 15 years my senior, I couldn’t believe this man wanted my 20 year old cock down his throat, then he had me stand up and turned me around and I felt his tongue invade my ass, poking up and licking my hole probing to gain access, he returned to sucking my cock and began fingering my hole, it seemed from out of nowhere lube appeared as he slicked up my hole slowly adding fingers and caressing my prostrate while deep throating my rod. He informed me he had four fingers in my now tight but well lubed hole, and moving up my torso began kissing me as his covered cock pressed into my hole, stretching me open with his big mushroom head, slowly inching his shaft up my rear entry. Nick lovingly fucked me that first night in Prague, making sure I enjoyed having cock inside me, blowing his load into the condom. The next morning he had me return the favor as I got the first taste of his manly cock, before sliding sheathed into his well-used hole. Nick and I always played safe, especially on our international trips, he would sometimes bring back clients and hook ups back to our room and he always insisted on safe sex. Nick ended up securing my position for me when my intern ship ran out and we became a regular travel team and managed to become somewhat lovers in an open secret relationship. My time at home was spent mostly with my infant son at first, and as he began growing up I scheduled trips closer to home, then Carol got sick and I had to be there more often, I finally hired a Nanny and Nurse to care for my boy and wife, so that I could be on the road to make the money necessary to maintain our lifestyle, When Carol passed I released the nurse, but kept the nanny on full time till Sam was 13 and responsible to be left occasionally alone, but would stay with him when I had extended trips. Now here I was escorting his best friend across the country to spend Spring Break with one of the hottest men I had ever met, a man named Matt, who was the Father of his polyamorous boyfriend. We arrived and while I was at a meeting I had dropped Darren off at the pizza parlor that Matt and the boys were at. After my day of meetings wrapped up I headed over to Steamworks and checked in, getting a basic room to rest up in, waiting for a text from Matt saying they had arrived and the boys were ready for me. I had stripped down and had hit the Jacuzzi and steam room while waiting and even managed to give a blowjob to a tween who looked hot parading around with his hard on in the play area. Hitting the shower and heading back to the room around 8:30, kicked back and watched some porn, then the texted arrived M: here with the boys, they’re stripping down, should be in play area in about 10-15 minutes, Sam is extra excited to be here, can’t wait to see you breed him J: great been waiting a long time for this night I slipped my cockring on and for good measure slicked up my hole with some lube, heading back to the play area, passing some promising prospects on the way. As I turned the corner to where the sling was located I found Sam in the sling and Darren straddling him, allowing Sam’s cock to slide up his rear as Steven was sliding his cock in Sam’s hole, Slowly fucking him and loosening him up, leaking precum into my son. I tapped Steve on the shoulder and he pulled out as I then slid into my son, for the first time. Steve lifted Darren off Sam’s hard cock and slid his cock his in to replace it. Sam looked up with surprised look on his face as I began to fuck him Jeremy slid a brown bottle up to his nostril and he was soon in a popper daze as I began to pound my son, soon giving him a load of the cum that made him. Steve Blew a load up Darren’s hole as Matt came up behind me and planted his cock in me just before he shot his load into my unprotected innards. We all fooled around with each other in the play area, gathering quite the crowd for about an hour before Matt told us he had a large room and gave us the number and we all wandered off and back to the room. As I entered the room, Matt was in the sling, Darren was blowing him while Sam was feeding him his cock, and I walked up and slid my raw cock into his cummy hole. Jeremy and Steve were cuddling on the bed, the door to the room was wide open and a crowd was starting to gather. I began working Matt’s hole and soon Darren abandoned his cock and moved behind me and began rimming my ass, sucking cum that had been deposited out and lapping it up like a hungry puppy. Sam had a clear view of the crowd outside the door, and had soon invited a couple of the twink’s and daddies in, a hot Ginger dad had stepped behind him and was twisting his nipples as his engorged tool was working up and down Sam’s crack, watching Sam’s face as the pleasure of the ginger’s caress was taking him to a new plane of pleasure, suddenly his eyes popped open as the man’s large tool popped into my boy and began working his ass over. A blonde hair twink came behind me as Darren suckled on our balls the 20ish boy slid his monster cock into my hole stretching me out and tearing me up a little. Matt was getting spit roasted as both ends were getting fucked, the twink whispered in my ear “you like watching my daddy plow your boy while I plant my toxic seed in you, I’ve already cum twice and I’m about to cum again, daddy likes to breed his boys multiple times as well and he’s really toxic with Med resistant strains” I didn’t even flinch and just ground my ass back onto the boys cock, turning my head I whispered “ hot so you need to breed our ball washer as well “ With that he pulled out and lifted Darren off the floor and guided his cock to my hole, then got behind him and plunged up his hole completing the train. Darren didn’t last long as he blew a load up my ass, but he didn’t go soft as he had the blonde twink’s rod buried up his hole stimulating him to an extended round of fucking me, as I had already dumped two loads in Matt’s rectum. Suddenly as if on cue the ginger and the blonde started grunting and growling that they were about to cum almost in unison they blew off their loads into Darren and Sam. Jeremy and Steven were surrounded by a dozen guys on the bed, many taking turns at their holes, the ginger and his blonde boy had migrated over to the bed as Matt got out of the sling, helping Darren in and lining up his hard cock with the boys hole, then blasting his cream in in record time, sliding out and having Sam breed his best friend, the second in a series of breeders for the boy. The scene repeated itself several times throughout the evening and early morning hours with the gang leaving the bath house around 4 am all of us drained and our asses full of cum, we headed back to Matt’s suite and soon after a quick group shower, were snuggled up next to one another, Jeremy, Sam, and Darren in one room and Matt, Steven and I in the other. Throughout the remainder of the morning we slept and cuddled in various combinations on our respective bed. I awoke to all six of us on our bed, the boys trading blowjobs and working their daddies cock to full hardness. Matt suggested a shower after cum began to fly across the bed covering us with hot sticky semen. While we were all showering, Matt called down for a hearty breakfast to be brought to the room. We all dried off and got dressed in various modes of clothing Matt and I in Jeans and a polo shirt and the boys in shorts and tees. About the time we finished dressing the food arrived, with two very cute waiters delivering it, my boy and the others wasted no time flirting with them and seducing them so they ended up naked in the suites living room with our boys servicing their cocks, between stuffing their faces with food and fucking the wait staff it was a wondrous meal, the waiters returning to work with at least two lads each in their rumps. Matt and I took the boys on a sightseeing tour of Chicago in the afternoon before heading back to the suite to hit the gym and then freshen up before dinner. We ended the Day after a delicious dinner at a renowned restaurant with our own little fuck fest in the room before retiring and to sleep, not sure how much sleep the boys got as Matt and I cuddled in his bed. On Sunday after another Fuck fest with the waiters over breakfast Matt drove me to the airport for my flight home. Hugs and kisses were exchanged with Matt and the boys and I was on my way. next chapter in the works

Matt Well to say I sparked an old flame might be an understatement, finding out that Tony had a secret crush on me when I was seeing Amy was a revelation I hadn’t expected, Sure we fooled around together, giving each other hand jobs, sucking each other of and such but I always thought it was innocent fun. This morning though I think I fulfilled his fantasy, then had to send him home to the wife, interesting turn of events, actually to tell the truth he was one of the reasons I kept seeing Amy was so I could see him. Jeremy texted me just after 1 asking if he and Steven could come over and have dinner again. I went to the store and got a nice roast some salad mix, Yukon Potatoes, Fresh broccoli and some frozen Pepper strips. Just as I was getting home from the store he texted back “can Sam Come too?” I texted back that there would be plenty of food for everyone. They arrived just after four as the food was finishing cooking, by quarter of five I had carved the roast and placed out the mash potatoes, salad and vegetables on the counter and instructed them to dig in. once again Jeremy sat close to me only now he was much more enamored with pawing and stroking me as we ate, I think he was scared his uncle would have disapproved of us having intimate relations, Sam seemed interested in Steven and was fondling him throughout dinner. After we all finished we all cleared our plates and Jeremy helped me rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher. When we emerged from the kitchen Sam was straddling Stevens lap and had his tongue buried in his mouth. His hands caressing his chest and Stevens hands fondling Sam’s cute butt cheeks. Jeremy reached over and slipped his hands beneath my tee shirt and pulled it off over my head, then unbuttoned my chinos and let them drop to the floor, as I had gone commando I now stood in the living room naked, as Jeremy led me to the love seat he undressed himself on the way. We were wrestling on the love seat and caressing and fondling when I looked over Sam and Steven were bare ass naked as well and Steven had his tongue buried in Sam’s hot ass. Alternating between his tongue and his manicured fingers he slowly opened the boy up I tossed him the lube and he slicked up his pole then out of nowhere pulled out a condom and slipped it on just moments before Sam’s hole slid down it, I grabbed the lube and wet my cock and Jeremy followed suit and sat on my engorged phallus, Steven and I started fucking our respective boys. I was the first to blast my cum deep in Jeremy then Steven lifted Sam off his lap tore off the condom and Stood up and blasted on Sam’s face and chest a huge load of cum then proceeded to lick it off the boy. Jeremy ran to the Kitchen retrieved each of us a beer then we sat and shot the bull as we downed our refreshment When we had finished Jeremy grabbed Sam and started making out with him so I wandered over to Steven and round two was under way Sam began blowing Jeremy before they worked their way into a 69, not easy for two athletic guys close to six feet tall on my loveseat I let Steven suck my cock before I started eating out his ass then he turned me around and was slipping on another condom and lubing up my ass. As if in anticipation of my “What the Fuck” look on my face he leaned in and Whispered “It’s for your protection, I just tested Poz a few weeks back and I’m not on meds” I had a wrapped Poz cock up my ass and I was suddenly excited and frightened at the same time butt started bucking back on his big cock to get as much of him inside me, hoping the condom didn’t break and at the same time wishing it would. I was in pig heaven, conflicted but enjoying every thrust and retreat of Stevens’s large tool in my ass. I heard Jeremy start grunting, his breathing became rough and I knew he was breeding Sam’s tight hole, the sound an smell of man sex permeated the room and soon Steven was shooting deep in my as his toxic seed into the reservoir of the condom. He finished his nut, and slowly pulled out, I spun around before h could remove the condom and slid it off him myself then sucked in his cum streaked cock, putting the condom to the side, I cleaned off his cock then went over to clean up Jeremy and rim, feltch out Sam’s hole. When no-one was looking I went in the kitchen and deposited Stevens Used condom in the freezer. It was getting close to 9 when I sent the boys home, Sam was going to spend the night with Jeremy and Steven was going to drive them to their respective schools and work in the morning. Sam was about the size of Jeremy so he asked to borrow an outfit for school, Jeremy was only too happy to oblige. I hit the bedroom and watched a movie on-demand then drifted off to sleep, waking around six in the morning to the alarm clock. I got up and fed the cat then went in and brewed a coffee in my one cup coffee maker climbed on the bed and opened the laptop, scrolled through the various job hunting e-mails and then was disappointed I hadn’t heard back from either lawyer, but then again it was still early on a Monday, I grabbed my phone and pulled up growlr looking for a special person, a contact I had made about 2 years prior, who happened to own a real estate office, I also looked for him on A4A and BBRT. I had lost touch with him a bit and he hadn’t been very active on any of the sites recently. I finally found him and sent a message “hey stud contact me I have a Challenge for you, this is a professional request” I left it at that knowing when he got the message his interest would be piqued. I pulled up my bank info and saw that my account was getting close to being overdrawn, noting the contact information for later that day, set the alarm on my phone for 9:30 so I could call the bank and let them know that the lottery deposit would be made sometime in the next 7-10 days and they wouldn’t think it was an error. I also checked all my credit cards to see how close I was to maxing them out as I might have to start living on them until the lotto deposit cleared. I scheduled each of them to pay the full balance on the Friday after next giving time once again for the lotto moneys to clear. I paid my Electric and cable bill along with a couple other payments that were due. Then headed out to the gym. Having a good workout I noticed several of the younger guys actually paying attention to me, was it my new attitude had they been, cruising me all these months and I never knew it, were my senses just heightened since meeting Jeremy, or had they seen my picture on the news as the winner of the multi-state lottery. It was hard to tell and I didn’t have the courage to ask, not really wanting the answer especially if it was my new celebrity status which attracted them to me, I hadn’t changed I was still the same guy I was last week at this time. I finished my workout and headed back to the locker room a nice soak in the Jacuzzi and a sit in the steam room was what I needed to soothe my muscle pain and to relax all the tension from my body. I was sitting in the steam room enjoying the warm vapors swirling around me, most likely with my eyes closed, when I heard the door open then close, I felt a body sit down close to me but couldn’t make out much through the steam suddenly a hand brushed against my leg and I opened my eyes and saw the silhouette of a guy just off to my right stretching “Sorry dude, how’s it going? By the way the names Miguel” “It’s alright Miguel, no harm done” Miguel started caressing my leg and working closer and closer to the hem of my gym shorts, now this was a family gym but we were the only two in the steam room and the place was close to deserted in the pool area, so I let him massage my legs. The steam had cleared enough I could see Miguel was a young Latino with a really cute face and a couple tats across his upper chest. He turned around a bit and ran his hand up into my shorts, being commando my hard cock was soon tenting the flimsy fabric, Miguel reached up and pulled it out the leg hole then engulfed it into his mouth. Oh my god I was getting blown in the steam room and loving it, the anxiety of getting caught and that I hadn’t gotten off since last night soon had me shooting a load down Miguel’s throat. After leaving a load in Miguel’s throat I went back to the locker room and got changed after showering. I left the gym and headed over to the bank, figuring it was better to talk to the branch manager in person and I also wanted to open a savings account and a secondary Checking as well as set up accounts for Jeremy. I arrived at the bank and asked to see the manager then described my situation to him, he helped me set up the auxiliary accounts and we arraigned for them to be funded shortly after the big funds arrived. Having got those details out of the way I headed over to the University to see if I could catch Jeremy between classes for a quick lunch, he had given me his schedule so I knew he had about 45 minutes between his classes, I texted him asking if we could meet up in the union for lunch. I arrived on campus, paid for a 2 hour parking pass and headed over to the student union, by then Jeremy had texted back and asked if I could pick him up a chicken sandwich from one of the venders and he would be there shortly. I got his food and some for me and found a table, Jeremy joined me about five minutes later, and started eating like it as his last meal, I slipped the documents from the bank envelope and asked him to sign “What’s this? I told you I didn’t expect you to support me” “Well I have come into some money lately and I want to share some with you, after all you are partly responsible” “I’m confused but alright” I explained to him that we would be receiving the debit card in the mail about 10 days after the accounts were opened and we enjoyed pleasant conversation during the rest of our lunch together, Jeremy telling me about his morning class and what had transpired with one of his cute classmates. I sent him off to his afternoon class and headed out to the car, I had a few more errands to run before returning home. I arrived home around 3 and went in and stripped off my clothes then opened my laptop and checked my e-mails, both lawyers wanted to schedule a meeting so I arraigned to meet one on Wednesday and another on Thursday, I’d check both out and see which one offered the best deal for retainer services. I then checked out my BBRT and BZ accounts I had a new message on BZ, it was from a new user and it said “ Hi this is Steven would love to get together with you, also left message on BBRT” I went over to BBRT and checked my messages and there it was a message from Steven “ Hey dude can I come over before Jeremy gets home, Need to talk with you” I messaged him back that I was home, come on over, a few moments later I heard a knock on the door, it was Steve, he was almost in tears, when asked what was wrong he indicated his sugar daddy had dumped him for a younger guy he wanted to convert, and use as bait to get guys to sleep with. I consoled Steve and after we talked for a bit convinced him he had been used by the sugar daddy, after all it was the Sugar daddy who tricked him into the Conversion party and got him pozzed up then used him to lure negative boys back to get loaded with toxic seed, he even was used to lure the newest twink into a conversion party so he could be trained to be a lure. Steve then told me he loved Jeremy like a brother and was worried that his tales of erotic exploits twisted his mind and made him a bug chaser. I told him that I knew that he and Jeremy were both on BZ and that I thought maybe Jeremy’s reading of bug chasing stories were more to blame. He say there and wept a bit saying he always thought Jeremy was a hot little number and he had hoped that someday to be able to have the kind of relationship with him that we were beginning to have, that he fantasized about breeding him M: so you want to be able to Breed him S: yeah I’ve wanted to be his first as I was really starting to fall for him then I got lured into that party where I got used as a cumdump M: so then you were afraid he would hate you if you knocked him up S: yeah I didn’t want him to be upset with me if he really did Poz up M: would you breed us both if we asked you too? S: if you guys were sure, it would be my honor to knock you up I went over to Steve and sat next to him, I told him about my encounter in the complex’s laundry room and gym and what Eli and Jess said to me, rubbing his thighs getting him turned on. He said it sounded as if they might have tried to knock me up, but it was still too early to tell, that I didn’t know their status or how toxic they were, if at all. I told him that we would have to wait and see then he kissed me and said he was going to keep on fucking me like he did last night for the next two to three weeks then the condom was coming off and he was going to do me bare if that’s what I wanted. I told him I knew he was a slut with a big heart and I wanted all of his used condoms and asked he would like to cum over daily to help me make cumcicles. He said now that he was a free man he would love to jerk off for me daily, and would collect his toxic semen for me. I felt so evil and dirty but it felt great having someone else in my twisted plan. I sent Steve home and made myself dinner finished up some cruising on the internet and watched a sappy movie. Over the next couple weeks I worked around Jeremy’s and Steve’s schedules and had them over several time even managed to have Sam over quite a few times as well and I soon found that we had corrupted little Sam and he was turning into a cum pig like the rest of us, Steve kept his promise to us and always played safe with us and I think Jeremy was talking to Sam and even taking loads from him although he now said he was a 75% bottom he seemed to enjoy it when we had him top us. I got word that the lotto deposit had been made and I was enjoying not having to worry about what I was going to do next. My friend Sean finally contacted me and inquired what Professional task I had for him, since we only chatted on a sex site he thought it was something down and dirty, when in reality I needed him to find me a home, a house for me and my boys to live comfortably in to have fun, maybe open it up to young college guys. And he suggested we could meet up and see a few he had in mind, I made a date with him and told him that we would have to get together and discuss my needs and wants. It had been just over a month since we met and Jeremy was still very much infatuated with me, our circle of friends was tightening and we were happy, I still hadn’t fully disclosed to him or any of our friends just how much I had received from my lotto winnings but he knew we were fixed for a time, summer was fast approaching and we started to make plans to travel and have some good times, Sean had found us a 8 bedroom fixer upper mansion in the foothills and I was in the process to having it remodeled. Jeremy and Steve moved in with me to save on rent for now and I enjoyed frequent visits from Tony. Of course this was just the beginning , but that’s a different story altogether