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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 It's as if the big religions said "o.k. we can't CONvice them to be chaste with our outdated dogma, so lets change the strategy and market it as a fetish.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.

🙄 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 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.

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)

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.

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.

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

Well here I was, locked in a police cell for the night because of a dumb dare made by some friends who disappeared as soon as the patrol car lights appeared, leaving me with no way back over the fence. (Note to self: get some new friends.) The two cops had been taking a break parked well down the dark alley out of the way like and it would just have to be the alley with the fence and the gleaming virgin wall just itching for some spray paint. Lights, action, caught!!! At least it was a quiet night. I was the only resident of the dark, gloomy holding cell. Half of the lights were broken or just plain missing. Anyhow, damn. I had just turned legal and now I had a record. I hadn't made my one phone call as I was trying to avoid telling my parents I wasn't staying at my buddy Billy’s place for the night but rather that the cops had picked me up while I was out spraying. Laying here on the pallet I found myself horny. I hadn’t had my nightly wank, so I figured 'What the hell? I’m full of testosterone and four wanks a day barely keep my cock down. Oh yeah, I guess I should describe myself. I'm Ben, I’m just 18, I'm 5’5” but definitely a gym rat as I take after my Dad, and he started me early. At 18 I’m packing some serious muscle and a real nice beer can cock. You know the type: kinda short, only 5”, but thick as your wrist and a big mushroom head. Light brown hair cut high and tight like my Dad. Yup. You guessed it. I’m an army brat and nice enough looking to turn heads. I must have dozed off as I was startled when the outside door clanged open and in the dim light I saw a figure walking into the hallway. The glint of his badge told me he was a cop. He turned around and locked the outer door to the cells and walked down the line to the last cell in the row where I was put for giving some bad mouth to the duty officer, practically in the dark. He was big not just tall but seemed to darken the room. I couldn’t see his face in the gloom and his peaked cap hid his face. His baton clanked the bars some more to ensure I was awake before he spoke with a deep voice seemingly coming all the way up from his very shinny boots. “So you’re the bad mouthed twink that’s messing up my quiet night on cell duty. That don’t make me happy, not one bit boy, so you’re going to pay. Only the skeleton crew is on tonight, boy, and it's just going to be you and me for the next hour at least," he drawled. Fuck I’m so screwed, I thought. “Now boi get your face over here against the bars so I can have a good look at you." I got up and trepedaciously walked over, saying "I'm sorry, officer, that I've ruined your night. Don't worry, I'll be really quiet. I won't be a bother to you at all." The officer just smirked. Once I was at the bars I could see his handsome face, tight cropped beard. I could also see he was built like the brick shit-house that stood in my grandmother's back yard. He put away his baton and in a flash his big hand was round my throat pulling me up on my toes and choking me, his other big hand grabbed my crotch pulling me hard against the bars with a clunk. “You do as you’re told and you might just survive the night boy, but you better keep your gob shut.”

addition to using pumping, whatever the tool you decide to use, try banding them, results may vary

I got pozed at a Bath House. not sure who!

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

def born a bottom from the momennt i started figuring out i liked Men all i'd think about is Their cocks and Their cocks going into me figuring out i was more of a human fleshlite took some time tho i think it was always there in some form too

Anal is an absolute must with very few exceptions. I'm certainly not meeting up with anyone or setting up a date just to suck cock. I want my hole stretched as well. Sucking is just a precursor to the main course--- a load in my ass. Now there are times where I'm okay with just getting a load in my mouth...if I'm out and about and run into a hot guy and want to give him a taste for another time...I'll suck him off. Or if I'm at a bar and we don't have time to go back to each other's places, I'll suck him there. But both of those examples are just my way of trying to get their loads in my ass at a later time.

Hot story.. I have enjoyed following it. Can not wait for more.

Dumb cunt didn't even know to wait. Just greedy for loads like a dirty fag whore.

Besides pumping mentioned earlier, I recommend having your tits pierced to build up tissue then pump. I had very small ones that are now basically permanently erect due to the piercing and upgauging.

Get manual cylinder pumps. (Start small and wait till they begin to really show with the small 15mm cylinders) pump them at least twice a week and leave them in for 30mins minimum play with them daily just twisting/rolling your tits between fingers for 10 mins each day to build them up. mine took about 4 months to be decent and probably a year before they were as big as they are now (permanently

Caution - This is not the Backroom. This particular topic usually draws comments relating to bugchasing, which will incur infractions from the Moderators if posted here. The OP may wish to request that a Mod move this question to the backroom. Personally, I’ve always kind of felt sorry for all the guys who got a zodiac tattoo because they were born a Scorpio and now everyone thinks they’re HIV+.

I am so proud of my 24-yo dumphole 😍 does anyone wanna help me stretch it further? 👅😈

5. I let my head fall back onto the bed as Ryan bottomed out inside me and his cock started to pulse. Another hot this load was pumped into me. “God,” he said, his cock still throbbing in me, “I’m going to miss this hot slutty hole. So warm and sloppy,” he slid his cock in and out a few times. “Fuck.” “I’m going to miss your big raw cock,” I replied, grabbing him around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. “Sure you don’t have time for one more?” “That was your one more.” He gave me another kiss. “I have to go to the airport like now.” He pulled his softening cock from my slick hole. I moaned. He kissed me once more, and started to get dressed. I took my time, shaking my ass at him, savoring how horny I made him. Fully clothed he growled and pulled me close, “Alright, you little tease, get dressed. As much as I’d like to pump another load into you and then send you back to your daddies I really truly do have to leave.” He grabbed his suitcase and moved towards the door. I at long last, pulled on my little swim trunks; and walked with him to the door, my shirt in my hand. Out on the sidewalk I came close for one last kiss. “Thanks for a fun week,” I said, grinning. “Thank you for turning a dull family event into a horny week of fucking.” One more kiss, and he hitched his duffle bag onto his shoulder and marched off. I stood for a minute just by the door to the bungalow in nothing but a pair of revealing Speedo trunks, sporting half a hard on. I walked around the other side of the bungalow and made my way to Jack and Danny’s flat. Jack was sitting on their little patio with a drink in hand scrolling on his phone when I walked up. “Your trick of the week heading out?” He asked with a big smile on his face. “He’s checking out now.” I bent down and gave Jack a quick kiss. We kept the PDA to a minimum when there were guests on the property but their patio was fairly secluded and there was no one around. “After pumping one more big load in my ass.” “Fuck boy. My hungry little cum pig.” He ran a leg up my thigh and squeezed my ass. “I’m so full right now too. That was his fourth load today.” “You ready for a fifth?” “Fuck yes daddy!” We ran inside, and instantly stripped out clothes off. Jack pulled the shades and bent me over the kitchen table. He spat straight into my hole and slide his dick into my well lubed ass. We both moaned and he started fucking me deeply. It was a rough fuck, I could tell he was turned on my how loose and accommodating my hole was after a day of use. We both were groaning and panting. I felt drops of sweat drip onto my back, and the room quickly smelled of sex. “Well I just finished checking out Ryan how long do you think it’ll be before the boy’s…” Danny trailed off his sentence as he walked into the room through the hall that connected their flat to the main office. “Never mind, not long at all.” He walked over to both of us. First he gave Jack a deep kiss, and then came around the table to give me as kiss as well. “Were you excited to show your daddies how well used your hole was?” He asked me, staying bent over so we were at eye level. “Yes daddy! Fuck!” I grunted as Jack bucked deep inside me, “I wanted you two to be proud of me and how slutty I’d been.” “Oh we are boy.” “How could we not be proud of you,” Danny kissed me again. “You came here never having taken a raw cock before and now you’re a horny cum slut. We couldn’t be prouder.” “With multiple men’s cum inside you.” Jack roared as he bottomed out and pumped his load into my already flooded guts. “Thank you daddy.” I panted, laying my chest on the table. “You good for one more?” Asked Danny? “For you two… always.” “Good, stay just like that.” Danny stripped off his clothes, and as soon as Jack had pulled his cock out, slide inside my hole. I sighed deeply being full of cock once more, and relaxed so he could use me. Two hours later we were all sitting around that same table having just finished dinner. I was wearing my little speedo again; Jack and Danny were both wearing briefs and nothing else. This was starting to become a regular thing the three of us having dinner together. It was usually proceeded or followed by a hot round of fucking, but not always. I had started to think of it as a family dinner. I liked it. Really, I didn’t have any friends here in Florida yet, besides my boss. If it weren’t for Jack and Danny it would be incredibly lonely here. “I know we said it earlier, but I want to make sure you heat this not just in the heat of a fuck: We really are very proud of you David. How much you’ve grown into this person. We’re very happy that you’re here,” Jack said, putting one of his large hands on mine. Danny smiled from across the table. “Thank you. Its, well, its not something I ever expected but I’m so grateful. I feel like I understand a part of myself, of my sexuality, I never did before.” “We’re glad,” Danny added, “The boy who came here was very cute, but this confident knows what he wants man you’ve turned into is so fucking hot. God! I would never have believed it if someone told me when you got here this is what you’d be like and what we’d be doing.” “No kidding.” I laughed. “When Sarah hired me to come down here I never thought I’d end up the cumdump for two hot as fuck men.” “You’re not just our cumdump though are you?” “I guess not. I do still have Ryan’s loads in me.” “If we didn’t fuck them out completely.” We all laughed. The kind of light breezy laugh that consumes a room of friends who have perfect comfort with each other. “How was it having someone other than us fuck you?” “It was… well I mean it was hot, first of all. You know I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t encouraged me to fuck a guy if I thought he was hot, and I certainly wouldn’t have gone back without you pushing me again. Knowing that you both thought it was hot just added to the appeal. It made me feel powerful to be wanted like that, and in the best way it made me feel like a slut to let him fuck me. I wanted him, and I got him. I liked having that power.” “Its like we told you in the beginning. When you want something, say it. Go after it.” “Are you going to do it again?” “Get fucked by other guys you mean?” “Yeah!” “When another hot guy with a fat cock shows up… you bet.” I said, a cheeky grin plastered across my face. As it turns out, I wouldn’t have to wait long at all. The next day I had a short day at work. It was nice out and I wanted to try and see a little more of the town I had moved to. I drove down into Melbourne and went to a little café. It was cute, furnished with big comfy chairs and little tables. Sunlight streamed in through a whole wall of windows. I ordered a sandwich and a coffee from the woman at the counter, and then I saw him. He was working the espresso machine, just around my height and not much older than me. Given my new-found predilection towards older men covered in hair I probably wouldn’t have given this guy a second thought, if he hadn’t been wearing a tank top that showed off the most spectacular forest of chest hair. He had a floppy mop of sandy blond hair, bright green eyes, and a handsome clean-shaven face. The shadow of a dense beard darkened his cheeks and square jaw. When he moved his arms, he revealed wild thickets of hair, and his strong veiny arms were covered in a long dark pelt. He looked like I imagined Jack and Danny must have when they were my age. This proto bear, a man in the making, a beast that were he a decade older would have fit perfectly into my newly discovered type. The jock I had on under my shorts felt tight as I took the coffee he’d handed me and sat down. Looked back, and caught his eye. He gave me a big full toothy smile before turning back to his work. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The book I’d brought in to read sat in front of me completely forgotten. He caught me looking twice more, always flashing a big smile back at me. I blushed. I tried to turn my attention to my book. Pointedly I stared at the pages, trying to focus, and not leer at this man. I tried to pretend I didn’t see him walking towards my table with the sandwich I’d ordered. “Here’s your sandwich,” he said, setting it down in front of me. I looked up, he was smiling still. His eyes twinkled a little. “I’m Alex.” “David.” “Nice to meet you.” He grinned. “I saw you watching me.” “Oh… I’m sorry… I…” “It seems like you saw something you liked.” That cheeky grin was back. “Well… yeah… you’re… you’re really hot.” “Thanks. I was thinking the same about you.” He was leaning forward over the table a little bit. I could just see down the front of his tank top as he did. The little bit more of his torso I could see was just as hairy as the bush erupting from his shirt promised. My cock twitched. “I’m done here in like thirty minutes. You still gonna be around?” “Yeah… sure!” I felt like I sounded way too eager, but truth be told I was eager. The hunger I felt every time I thought about Jack or Danny’s raw cocks was building inside me looking at this guy. I wanted him to fuck me. “Great! I’ll come find you then.” He shot me another big grin and headed back to the counter. For the next half hour I kept myself focused on the book as much as I could. It was almost impossible though. I kept catching Alex looking at me, and every time that he did I started imaging what his dick was like again. In fact I was day dreaming about pawing at his hairy pecs while he pumped his load inside me when he slid into the chair next to me saying, “All done.” “Great!” I replied. “So…” he gave a nervous little laugh. “Whats up?” I laughed too, it broke the tension a little bit. “Nothing really. I just moved to the area and wanted to explore a little more. I was done for work for the day and thought I’d see what this place was about.” “What do you think?” “Its nice, good food, good coffee… hot staff.” “Glad you think so. Where are you staying? You just moved here?” “Yeah, for work. A friend of mine started this company, and I just graduated college so I moved down here to work for her. She set me up with this place at an extended stay beach side. So I’m living there.” “Nice, what’s it called?” “Beach Palm Hotel.” His face changed for a second, a question passed through his mind and a much more wicked glint came into his eyes. “I think I know it… do you know who the owners are by any chance?” “Yeah. These two guys, Jack and…” “Danny.” He finished my sentence. Now he was grinning. “Yeah. I guess you know them.” “You could say that.” He paused. “Look, I live just around the corner by the old high school. You wanna come round to my place? I don’t love hanging around work after my shift that much.” “Sure!” I said, and packed up my stuff. “Be right back,” he said and ran off to the back room. He came back a minute late with a bag slung over his shoulder. “Follow me.” We walked out into the bright Floridian sun and headed down the block. We chatted a little about his life, he worked at the café and a local movie theatre. He’d been born in Orlando but moved over this way for the beach. After about five minutes we turned into a modern apartment complex. He led the way to the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor. As soon as the doors closed a tension crackled between us again. We were actually alone for the first time and there was a heat forming. The doors of the elevator opening a few moments later was like letting out a breath after being under water. The tension broke, but the underlying energy was still there. I followed him down the corridor and into a reasonable sized one-bedroom apartment. He tossed his bag through the open door of the bedroom and gestured for me to sit on the couch. A moment later having kicked off his shoes too he joined me. “So, do you make it a habit of following strange men home.” He was smiling brightly. “You know I don’t,” we both laughed, “but I figured someone who knows Danny and Jack were probably a safe bet.” “True,” he had moved a little closer on the couch. “I guess then the question is, how well do you know them?” “Pretty well. When I got there, I was the only other person on the property so we got to know each other pretty fast.” “They’re cool guys, and a lot of fun.” “Yeah. We’ve certainly had some fun.” “What kind of fun are we talking.” “I think you know.” We were both grinning, and slowly moving closer together as we spoke. We knew where this little dance was going now. “The kind that ends with you full of their spunk?” “At least once a day.” “Fuck. I love their cocks. They feel so fucking good inside me.” “I know!” Knowing that Jack and Danny had fucked Alex too made him somehow even more attractive to me. I was going to bottom for another bottom. I liked that. It felt, well, it felt like another one upping of my sluttiness. “They were the first people to ever fuck me raw and now I’m hooked.” “Damn. I already knew I liked it bareback when I met them. I found them on Grindr when I first moved here and they fucked the shit out of me. I haven’t seen them for a minute though, guess I know why now. They’ve been breeding your hole.” “I didn’t know I was depriving someone else,” I said cheekily. “Oh, I haven’t gone without. There’s a hot jock one floor down who keeps me satisfied.” We were almost nose to nose now. “He fucked me right before work.” “Damn. That’s hot.” I was imagining Alex on his back, his legs in the air and a hot muscle jock pumping away at his furry ass. “I swallowed a load from Danny while Jack fucked me right before I left for work this morning too.” “So you’re full of Jack’s spunk right now?” “You know it.” “Perfect. I’ve been bottoming so much lately,” he licked his lips, “I’m dying to breed a nice hole.” I made the move, I reached out and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a rough kiss. Our mouths mashed together and our tongues quickly began wrestling back and forth. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me forward and off the couch. Masterfully he shifted us both so I was straddling him. I ground my throbbing bulge against his. “I take it that’s you volunteering,” he said after a few minutes of furious making out. “Absolutely,” I replied. “Use me.” “I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Send you leaking back to Danny and Jack.” “Perfect. They’ll love eating your cum out of me.” “Fucking pig!” “Takes one to know one.” He growled and pulled me back into the kiss. His hands tore at my shirt, quickly pulling it up over my head. I ran my hands under his feeling the thick hair that had drawn me to him. I slid them upwards, while we kissed, twisting my fingers in and out of the pelt. I flicked my nail across a small pert nipple and felt Alex gasp in my mouth. I did it again, and he groaned. His hands were cradling my ass, pulling me up and down. If we hadn’t still had pants on his cock would have been sliding in and out of me. “Fuck you’re so hot,” he said, catching his breath for a moment. “God so are you! I love how fucking hairy you are.” “Got a thing for bears and otters then?” “I didn’t know that I did before Danny and Jack, but now… fuck its all I want.” “Don’t worry. I’m hairy everywhere.” He grabbed me tight, with one hand at my hip and another in between my shoulder blades. In an easy motion he knocked us both backwards onto the couch so I was not flat on my back and he was between my legs. He grinned down at me and pulled off his shirt. Finally, the full expanse of his torso was revealed and he did not disappoint. Alex’s chest and stomach were just one long swath of hair, there was not separation between his perky chest and his tight stomach. The thick band grew uninterrupted from his neck to where it vanished into the band of his shorts. “Told ya,” he said grinning. He undid my belt, and unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted my ass off the couch so he could pull them off of me. Then I was left in just my straining jock. “Nice.” Alex said taking me in. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back into the air. My knees came to my chest and my ass was exposed. There was a pause, and then the now familiar sensation of a warm tongue sliding down my ass crack. I moaned as Alex’s tongue hit home and flittered across my pucker. These days it didn’t take much for me to blossom open, and soon he was tonguing my open hole. I felt him flick inside, pulling at my ring. I pushed out a little and heard him make a sound of appreciation. “Fuck, your ass is so open, and warm.” I pushed out a little harder, “And fuck! Full of cum.” He dove back in. Sloppily Alex made out with my hole, depowering the load Jack had pumped into me that morning. “Oh fuck yes! Eat my ass! That feels so fucking good!” I panted. “I need to get these pants off.” Alex said standing up. He undid his shorts and kicked them off. Then turning to face me, slowly pulled down the white briefs he’d been wearing. I was not disappointed. His cock was not incredibly long but it was shockingly thick. I groaned just looking at it. “You like what you see boy?” “Fuck yes! I love being called boy! It makes me feel so slutty.” “Me too.” He got back between my legs and lent over my whole body to kiss me. I tasted my own ass along with Jack’s cum on his lips. The room was starting to feel warm and I could smell a little bit of sweat starting to seep out of his pits. I dragged my fingers down his back, making him grunt. He bucked forward and the blunt head of his fat cock brushed across me hole. I did it again, causing him to push forwards once more. “You want this cock don’t you boy?” “Yes!” “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes! I need it. Fuck me!” “Good boy!” He reached back, lined up his cock with my hole and pushed. His mouth still inches from mine he pressed inside me. We watched each other’s faces melt with pleasure as he began to sink in. Slowly my hole stretched to accommodate his girth, and his dick sunk deeper and deeper in. I moaned feeling the wide shaft open me. Alex didn’t seem to be breathing, his just pushed slowly forward. His steady deliberate pace soon forced his entire throbbing rod into my hole. “Fuck your dick is so fat.” “Yeah. You like that raw otter dick?” “Oh my god it feels amazing.” “Fuck yeah it does. Shit your hole is so wet. Its like fucking velvet.” “Use me. Fuck my ass.” “Good boy!” He pulled out slowly, holding himself above me, and then pushed back in at the same deliberate pace. He worked his cock in and out of me with long powerful strokes. It had my legs shaking. It felt so good, I felt so full. His cock was so wide that I felt like I’d never been stretched this much before. Alex leaned forward and kissed me. His tongue was more gentle this time in making its way into my mouth. He was savoring this. I kissed him back, and wrapped my legs around him holding him inside me. He arched his back and kept thrusting his cock in and out. I felt like putty. I could tell my face was flushed. I grunted into our kiss with each thrust of his dick. Very suddenly Alex shifted our weight and, falling backwards, dragged me on top of him so we were back in the spot where we had been making out. Only this time I was impaled on his thick shaft as we kissed. I tucked my knees under me and started to ride him. I bounced up and down on his cock picking up the pace. He had been getting me used to the substantial girth now I could easily take him. I rode him faster and faster, slamming my ass back down on his cock harder each time. We were both sweating now. Alex put his hands behind his head letting me ride him. I dove forward lapping at his bushy put while still forcing my ass back down on his dick. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, and brought one hand to the back of my head, holding me in his put. It smelled amazing. I swirled my tongue through the thick hair pulling the salty sweat taste out. Alex pulled my head out of his pit and dragged me into a wet kiss. He sucked his own sweat from my tongue and he started to buck his cock up into me harder than ever. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. I felt his breath change as I pressed our chests together. He was starting to pant. I felt like his cock was getting even thicker as he approached climax. I clenched my hole tight, gripping his cock as hard as I could and then releasing. He moaned, and his cock gave a powerful throb. I did it again, and again, milking his cock until finally, he threw his head back and forced his cock balls deep inside me. His entire body tensed with the force of his orgasm. His cock pulsed deep within my guts and a river of cum was pumped into me. Trickles of sweat ran down my back as he came inside me. We were both panting. Alex’s eyes were squeezed tight shut. His hands shook a little. It took a long time before his blinked slowly back to the conscious world. I was flooded. He had clearly needed that release. He smiled at me, and then kissed me softly. “That felt fucking amazing,” he said in a hoarse voice as he caught his breath. “God, you came so much.” “I told you.” “It feels so good.” I squeezed his slowly delating cock with my hole. He moaned. “Yes. Oh fuck. Can I…” he laughed a little, “Can I get your number?” “You’re still inside me and you’re thinking about the next time?” “You’re damn right I am. Fuck! Your ass felt so good, and you take dick like a champ. Next time I get in the mood to top I’m going to fill you up again.” “Good.” I kissed him again and then carefully dismounted his cock.

Part 3 As Drew and I both worked to get more of his young turgid meat into my straight married mouth I became aware of a tart taste on my tongue. Not an unpleasant taste at all. Something I wanted to taste more of – just like I wanted more of this sexy guy's pulsing cock sliding into my mouth and my throat. I moaned around my mouthful of cock as I tasted more of the fluid collecting on my tongue. Then it hit me....that was his precum! He was oozing it continually now and I hungered for more. I pulled my mouth off of his spit-shined hard cock and looked at his sweating smiling face. “Damn man your precum tastes so good! And there's so much of it,” I finished saying as I licked more of the juice from his wide piss slit. Drew was holding the pipe in one hand and a lighter in the other preparing to get us both higher and hornier. “It's all yours daddy. Every sweet drop of my precum is for you to swallow. And if you like how my precum tastes you're going to go fucking wild when you taste my cum.” With that he took a huge hit off the glass pipe keeping his dark eyes locked on mine. I didn't even flinch when he mentioned me tasting his cum. I automatically knew I was going to and I wanted to. With my eagerness heightened I wrapped my lips back around Drew's dripping cock taking it almost balls deep in one movement. “Oh fuck yeah Justin!”, Drew cried out as he exhaled another huge cloud. “Suck that dick man. Yeah stud suck my cock for me and work for that first load of cum. I wanna feed you every thick tasty drop daddy. Part of your boy inside you.” I growled around the meat filling my throat, now on a mission to get my boy to cum down my throat. I wouldn't stop until his nuts were empty. He had taken my spot on the couch and I was on the floor kneeling between his muscled spread legs. I licked and kissed the hair dusted balls holding the prize I now needed. Drew moaned and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch as I buried my face and tongue in the musky sweaty smell of his shaved crotch. I inhaled this man's scent digging deeper into the area where his thighs and balls joined. I heard Drew moaning and was proud that I was making this stud feel so good with my inexperienced mouth. I felt his strong hand running through my damp hair then ever so gently nudging me downward as I realized he was pulling his legs back more and giving me better access to his groin. “Lower, daddy” he whispered so softly I almost didn't hear him. But then, “Lick me and kiss me lower there daddy. Run your warm wet tongue across your boy's hole. It needs attention daddy. Please!” he begged as I felt more gentle pressure on the top of my head. Somehow or other this guy who was young enough to be my own son had me under his power and I wanted to please him. In the back of my mind I knew at least part of my readiness to surrender was the drugs we were smoking but this jock stud was in charge and we both knew that. I'd heard raunchy remarks over the years about eating ass but never thought about it. I enjoyed eating out my wife's pussy and making her cum from it but the thought of tasting her asshole never entered my mind. But now I was practically panting as I looked at the hairless clean puckered hole in front of me and silently obeyed Drew and lightly brushed my tongue across his boyhole. Drew immediately gasped and arched his back causing my tongue and lips to press harder against his taint as I instinctively started drilling into his succulent flesh. “Yes daddy! Oh fuck yessssssss! Eat that hole fucker! Eat it like you eat her pussy. Gawwddddddd that feels so good daddy! Eat my hole man! Fuck me with your tongue! Oh yeahhhhhh!!” I grabbed his trembling thighs to brace myself and went to town on his asshole. And like everything else he had shown me so far I had no idea where this hunger and craving were coming from. I was a very conservative almost kind of vanilla guy when it came to sex, but there was a fire lit in me and I wanted to let it burn. Drew was pushing his ass outward toward me as I dived deeper trying to taste his insides with my tongue. “Eat me you damn hot sexy fucker!”, Drew moaned. “Yeah daddy give in, don't hold back. Eat the fucking hell out of your boy's hole! Make me soaking wet so you can slide your hard married dick inside me and fuck me daddy! I want you to fuck me with your cock! Please!!” His words opened a door in my mind I never knew existed. Behind that door were things I had never consciously thought of or imagined. Things that all my life I was told were wrong and filthy and were only done by men whose minds were warped and per**rted. But hearing him beg me to fuck him made the lust I was feeling increase tenfold. Fuck him? He wants my dick in his ass?!! That's so dirty, so wrong. These thoughts were rushing through my mind in nanoseconds even as I drilled deeper into his delicious opening hole and felt his nuts bouncing on top of my head as he jacked himself. Yeah it's dirty and wrong but so damn hot, I told myself. I want to fuck him and give him my cum. Panting I raised my sweat and spit slicked face from his twitching hole, my eyes taking in the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his hard-as-rock dick, traveling over his ripped heaving abs, his hard stiff nips and finally meeting his gaze as he stared at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. “Aw fuck daddy! You ate me out so good. You liked eating my boyhole didn't you, daddy? Did you like how I taste?” “Daddy loved eating your hole boy! It was so warm and tasted fucking great! I couldn't get enough of it!” Drew grabbed the glass pipe and lighter and told me to sit next to him on the couch. I did and he had me take 3 big hits while he kept whispering in my ear how good my tongue had felt in him and how wet he was with my spit. He took my left hand and guided it down to his hole. “Here, daddy. Feel how wet you made me. So wet and relaxed and hungry for more”. I moaned against his neck as he adjusted slightly causing a finger to slide easily into his hole. “Mmmm yeah daddy finger my hole. Finger me and get my wetness all over your wedding ring. That looks so good doesn't it?” he asked in a seductive moan. I looked down and saw my ring finger sliding in and out of his wet hairless hole. I saw the wedding ring on that finger pressing against his flesh then withdraw only to repeat the move over again. My mind was screaming at me, telling me I was married, I was straight, I couldn't do this. But as if reading my mind Drew took hold of my throbbing shaft and began stroking it. “I need this in me Justin. I need your cock in me fucking me. Please daddy. Fuck me, fuck your boy. She doesn't need to know, does she?” (to be continued)

Part 2 I felt a battle going on inside my head as I pedaled closer to the park. Part of my mind was hoping I'd see Drew here again like last week, but part of my mind was hoping he wouldn't be here. That it was just some one-off unexplainable thing and I could forget it and go back to my normal, routine (vanilla?) life. But I couldn't forget it and I knew that was a fact as the memories from last week in Drew's apartment became clearer and sharper and I felt an urgency inside to see him again. My mind gave itself over to the memories flooding in. I was taking a third hit off the pipe and getting hornier and more eager with every cloud I was blowing, feeling the smoke free my mind in a way I never knew it could be freed. I was slouched down a ways on Drew's couch rolling my head back and forth as I felt my cock once more burrow into the deepest part of his throat, loving the way he was making me feel with his wet hungry mouth. My wife was not very good at cocksucking so I had never experienced the sensations Drew was giving me. I was thinking to myself again and again, “What else have I missed and not known about all these years? What other seducing feelings and urges that Drew was making me aware of. I blew out a huge white cloud, feeling the immediate erotic wave roll over me, and thrust my hips up hard into the sweating face of the naked sexy young stud who was kneeling between my wide spread legs forcing my dripping cockhead another centimeter or two deeper into his expert and welcoming throat. “Oh fuck, baby! Hot fucking damn! Yeah baby suck that cock. Use your throat and make love to daddy's dick. Damn boy you're making my cock harder than it's ever been! Holy fuck!! Take it you hot fucker!!” I looked down my sweat-soaked abs and locked eyes with the handsome cock-worshiper impaled on my rigid dick, and saw the smile even with his lips stretched wide around my thickness. There was something else in his eyes and face as well that I couldn't quite name, but it stirred something in my head that made me want this to go on forever and made me want to please him as much as he was pleasing me. I felt another stirring too and realized almost too late that his sucking mouth and throat had brought me to the edge of orgasm. “Oh, sh*t, boy! Damn! I'm close. Your mouth is gonna make daddy cum! So good! Your mouth feels sooooo good!” Suddenly the wet warmth was gone from around my cock and I felt the cool air brushing against it's throbbing wetness. “No! No!” I almost sobbed. “Why'd you stop dude? I was so close. I wanted to feed you my cum so bad!” Drew wrapped one strong hand around spit-slick cock and slowly stroked it, dissolving me into soft moans of sensual pleasure. “I know you wanted to cum down my throat and I want to taste it, but not yet. I have so much more to show you, Justin, and I don't want you cumming too soon then leaving. I want us to have a lot more fun first. Don't you want that too, daddy?” he asked looking at me as his tongue rolled across the piss slit in my cockhead lapping up a thick bead of precum. “Hell yes I do! I fucking love it! Need to keep going, baby!” Still staring intently at me I watched him dip his head just slightly then felt that amazing tongue licking all around and across my cum-filled hairy nuts. “Oh gawwwwwddddd, boy! Your tongue is fucking amazing! Where'd you learn to use it like you do? Mmmmmmmm. Lick 'em, Yeah feel how heavy they are with cum.” Laying my head back and closing my eyes I began playing with my nips and felt Drew nuzzle lower and more firmly into my sweaty blond crotch hairs then felt him take one full bulging ball into his perfect mouth and begin washing it with his spit and tongue. Fuck yeah!, I thought! Keeps feeling better and better. Feeling Drew release my nutsac and sensing his movement I raised my head and opened my eyes as he stood up from the floor and straddled his slim hot tight smooth body over my waist, his knees on the couch on either side of me. A look of complete lust crossed his face as he began slowly stroking his own hard cock and asked me, “Did you like what I did to your cock and balls, daddy? Did it turn you on having your hard married dick inside my mouth and throat, treating it like you said your wife never has?” One hand still stroking his rigid meat, the other hand moved to my furry nips and twisted them making me buck under him and moan. “Yeah, baby! You know how hot it made me. You took it all so eagerly and willingly. I could tell you liked having daddy's cock in your mouth. My wife rarely even tries to give me a blowjob anymore. You are so much better at it than she could ever be!” Drew had moved upwards a bit more and now had his knees right at my hairy armpits and the head of his dripping cock rubbing softly against my chin. I was staring at the clear thick drop of precum covering his cockhead and didn't realize I had licked my lips. But Drew realized it. He ran the fingers of one hand through my hair as he waggled his manhood before me. “Looks like the sexy married daddy from the park whose not into guys likes watching me stroke my hard 7” cock for you. Do you? Do you like seeing it slide in and out of my fist, putting on a show for you?” “Yes!”, I said in a cracked voice. “It looks so good, so.....so.....” I trailed off not sure what I was trying to say. Drew helped find the right word. “So tasty and delicious? Is that what you're saying daddy?” he said with a touch of glee in his soft whisper. “Yes that's it exactly! It looks so tasty!” Drew rose up higher on his knees bringing his oozing cockhead into contact with my lips. “Open up daddy and find out just how tasty your horny boy's cock is.” With no hesitation or resistance I parted my lips and felt the thick flesh of cock enter my mouth for the first time ever! I growled in my throat and raised my head forward taking more of this sexy stud's cock into my mouth. I was addicted right away! (to be continued)

So true!!! I have had really ugly tops where ii almost turned around and ran! One i couldn't even look at his face but he had such a nice cock and was holding toys and a lot of parTy favors! So I stayed. He was one of the most kinky top i ever played with! I became such a slut for him and he invited his friend who was even uglier than him but didn't care they kept using parTy favors on me and abused the hell out of my holes for almost the entire weeked! Still couldn't look at their faces but didnt care! Lol

Book II Jeremy So Steve and I have moved into Dads and we share the Spare bedroom I guess you could call it our room, and although it is a bit cramped with Steve’s queen and my “daybed” which is really a twin we have always gotten along well and have been sort of sleeping together off and on since freshmen year so no big deal. Sam hung out with us a lot, when asked if he had any friends in high school he said he liked being with us better, although he did have a close friend he thought we’d enjoy meeting. Sam was totally infatuated with Steve and me, we made a great triad, and Sam was turning into a total cumdump, and he wanted Steve’s cum in his hole. I couldn’t believe how my life had changed in such a short time, it had just been around Valentine’s day when I met up with Matt for the first time, now he was asking us Steve, Sam and I to make sure our schedules were clear on Monday he had something he wanted to do with us around 3, Steve went over to pick up Sam, and we all met at the clinic over on 21st. Matt was having us tested for HIV and STI’s to play it safe, we all knew what Steve’s test would prove, but Matt needed to confirm his progression, and told us we would most likely all go on Meds, PrEP for Sam and I , and the HIV cocktail for Steve. We each had the more expensive test to detect the actual virus along with the Swab test that took about 20 minutes to complete along with some blood was taken and we all had to piss in some cups. The results were not surprising, preliminary test had us as negative and we would have to wait on the STI test but we knew they would come back most likely as negative too since it has only been us fooling around since we all met. Matt paid for all of us to get our meds and we all started on Travada as our treatment. And on the way home he had a serious talk to myself and Sam about being true to our PrEP regimen or it wouldn’t work. Matt cooked dinner for us when we got home and texted Sam’s dad about him spending the night, Steve would take him to school in the morning and Matt would make sure he got his homework done. It was beginning to look like a family, even Uncle Tony agreed that we were slowly becoming like a close knit group. Spring break was coming up and once again Matt asked us to get the time off as he wanted us to enjoy or break from school, and he had some special plans for us. Thursday finally arrived and as we all prepared for school Matt came in to make sure we would be ready to go by 4 that afternoon. Classes dragged on but Steve picked me up at 3 from my last class, we arrived back at the apartment at around 3:30 Dad was waiting and already had loaded his luggage in the car, he was waiting on us to finish our packing based on what information he had provided us on our destination. Sam was excited, to see us, after his dad had dropped him off after school, we finished loading our suitcases with Dad’s help. Just before 4 we loaded into the car and Matt drove us to the airport, we parked in long term parking and caught a shuttle to the terminal, we checked in the followed dad through security to the boarding gate, it appears we were headed for Chicago We boarded the plane and were soon up in the air, about a hour in Sam got up to use the rest room, Steve suddenly had to go too. Ten minutes later he came back and whispered that Sam needed help if I could go check on him. I shuffled out of my seat and headed back towards the rest room where Sam was in need of help, I knocked lightly on the door that Steve had said contained the boy. Sam Opened the door and pulled me in quickly so as not to attract attention. Once the door was closed and locked Sam planted a hot passionate kiss on me while undoing the buckle of my belt and the buttons on my pants, before I knew it he had my pants around my ankles and had turned pressing his ass up to my now hard cock rubbing his cheeks up and down my shaft, soon my cock found his wet pucker and slid into his cum filled hole “Oh my god did you and Steve just have sex in here?” “Oh yeah, we both joined the mile high club, just like you are doing now” “And you let him fuck you bare” “What a better way to join the club, and I’m on PrEP” I just shrugged, all the time he was riding my cock and getting me close to shooting my load deep in his hole to join Steve’s, I grunted and blasted away filling Sam with my load. I reached around to find Sam’s cock drizzling precum on the floor, I pulled out of his ass and turned around towards the door, as Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small butt plug, he turned around and shoved his cock up my hole, I hurt like hell going in with just his precum to lube the way but I knew Sam would not last after getting fucked by Steve and my cocks, he started slow and easy giving me a chance to get used to the intrusion, but soon all the precum had me lubed up well as I relaxed he was pounding into me pushing against my second ring then he growled a bit and shot his load into my guts, planting it as deep as he could get. He grabbed a towel and wiped us both off pulled up my pants and unlocked the door. “I’ll be right out, go back to our seats, don’t want anyone getting suspicious” I returned to my seat and Steve gave me that all knowing look and I just had to smile, as did my dad. About five minutes later Sam returned, grinning ear to ear. “What took you so long dude” “let’s just say the steward came to check up on me and I treated him to some special sauce” Steve and I kept asking him questions, as we got the story out of him we both got boned up, the cute steward who helped us board came to check up on Sam shortly after I left the restroom and Sam told him everything was ok, but the steward asked Sam to open the door so he could see for himself. Well Sam opened the door and let the steward in his hard cock hitting the steward in the thigh, the steward then dropped down in the cramped space and started sucking Sam’s cock, then Sam turned around and as the steward started rimming Sam the cum began to drip out and the attendant became quite attentive feltching out the two loads of spooge from Sam’s hole, before standing up and shoving his cock in and breeding my sweet friend with the third load of the flight at 30,000 feet. We all sort of drifted off to sleep after all our activities. The plane touched down shortly after midnight our time, 2am Chicago time. Dad went to the Rental counter as we all collected our luggage from the carousal, we double checked on the number of bags to make sure we weren’t forgetting something, we took the rental shuttle to the car and as soon as Dad loaded everything into the ford escape we piled into the vehicle. Dad started the car and programed our destination in the GPS navigation system. And we were off, arriving at our hotel around three in the morning. Dad checked us in and the bell hops took our luggage to our suite. It was two bedrooms, a living area and a small kitchen/bar area, for me the lap of luxury. We were all too tired to enjoy much and we all just stripped down and crashed on the king size bed. A tangle of teen and tween flesh, a horny sight for dad as he retired to his room, stripped naked and laid down on his king-sized bed, and was soon asleep

Book II Matt It had been just over a month since I got the message from Jeremy, and we had coffee, a lot had happened in that time, my little family had grown some, Jeremy, Steve and Sam had grown closer, They all but lived at my apartment and then Jeremy and Steve moved in with me, thus saving them some rent money. Although money was the least of our concerns as I had won the multi-state lotto and was now well set for the rest of my life, even after setting up a trust funds for Jeremy, Thom, Hank and Mario, my son and my nephews. Jeremy and Steve shared the guest room when they weren’t sharing my bed, Steve’s queen size bed made it a tight fit with the day bed in there but they somehow made it work. Sam loved to come and spend the night on weekends mostly because it was closer to his job and Steve was almost always willing to pick him up and bring him back to cuddle with us. Even after my tryst with Eli and Jess, I had remained healthy, no fuck flu, and although I still had a bag of cum ice cubes hidden in the freezer, I still had a fantasy about chasing. As Sam was showing more and more interest in Steve who would only fuck him safe, he so wanted to feel his cum inside his hole, so on Monday of the week before Spring break I rounded up the boys and we all went down to the clinic, and got tested for HIV, it was no surprise that Steve came up Poz, but we asked them to test his VL and his CD4 counts Jeremy, Sam and I came back negative and the doctor recommended PReP for all of us. I got the prescriptions and we took them to the pharmacy along with all the prescriptions for Steve to start on his meds, his test had shown a viral load of just under a million and his CD4 counts just above 300, it was time to keep our Norse god healthy. That night I asked the boys to take their PReP and started Steve on his drug cocktail. I sat Sam down and had a serious heart to heart with him, explaining that he was to take the pills every morning faithfully and then he could have as much sex with us as he desired, even take Steve raw if that is what he wished. He was overjoyed, and promised he would stay true to his PreP regimen and we would be proud of him. The boys had asked for the time off from their jobs and I had promised them a journey during spring break so after sending them to bed I started doing research of what things we could do. After making an itinerary I started booking flights to take us to our destinations. The next morning the boys were up and getting ready for school and work, Steve would drop Sam off at his high school then go to his own classes before reporting to his job, I would drop Jeremy off at school where he would attend his three classes before catching the shuttle to the mall and doing a 4 hour shift at A&F. I came home and had a meeting with Sean scheduled mid-morning out in the foothills, he had already shown me a dozen properties but none of them had fit exactly what I was looking for. I drove out to meet Sean, it was a gated estate so had to wait till he arrived where as he entered the entry code and we drove in his car up to the house on the property. It had a high fence surrounding the entire property and the drive was curved and had enough trees that shielded the house from the view of the gate, I was beginning to like this house. “Let’s take a quick stroll around the property, before we go in” He began his Real estate spiel and I followed around the side of the house it was a grand mansion built in the mid-fifties for some bank big wig who wanted his privacy so it was already 60 years old but showed potential. The back yard housed a couple grottos and a large swimming pool which needed repair but was nicely landscaped. I could picture having parties for the boys out here, Sean escorted me into a grotto and suddenly he no longer was the professional real estate agent but a starving boy in need of sexual gratification, the grotto was adorned with an old sofa and chairs, what appeared as a counter that could be used as a bar and a fire pit for those chillier nights. Sean loosened his tie “So you know all those times we chatted about hooking up at a vacant property and having sex, well now’s your chance” “Oh so you want to sway my opinion of the place but luring me into a sexual situation” “Yeah you have a problem with that” I answered by taking his face in my hands and passionately kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding his sport coat down over his shoulders and onto the sofa, removing his belt and unbuttoning his fly, sliding his pants down to his ankles he then dropped to his knees and pulled my cock from my pants, he sucked my cock for about 5 minutes to get me hard then spun me around and started eating my hole, I always love a good rim job and he was doing a really good job of getting my hole wet. He stood up and placed his dripping penis in my crack and started rubbing it up and down my hole while playing with my nipples and whispering in my ear “You want this big dick in your mancunt don’t you, you want to feel me deep inside you” About this time the head of his cock found my pucker and was pushing in slowly impaling me using just his spit and his pre-jizz to lube my hole it hurt just a little then he was inside and my hole was beginning to accommodate him “You like that big cock in your hole don’t you, you like being bred with a hard toxic Poz cock with a fresh batch of the virus don’t you” I stiffened up , tightening my hole around his cock then started riding him harder, making sure he got his pre cum in all my cracks and crevasses, he had said he was chasing in our various chats over the past couple of years and now he was giving me his bug or at least attempting to knock me up, he pounded me standing, doggie on the sofa then flipped me over on my back so I could see his face as he was shooting his Poz cum up my ass. He shot what seemed like buckets into my guts then pulled out and had me clean his cock off. “You get to cum when you are in the brotherhood” He pulled up his pants, buttoned his shirt, tightened his tie and adorned his sport coat, walking out of the grotto he looked over his shoulder “You coming for the rest of the tour?” I pulled my pants up and tucked in my shirt, I could feel cum seeping out of my hole staining my new pants with spooge and ass juice. I soon caught up with Sean and he proceeded to show me the acre or so around the exterior of the home then showed me the inside. He house had some good bones but had seen better days, a lot of patching and painting would be required. The rooms though were of perfect size and it was a 8 bedroom 5 bathroom house with a large kitchen and open concept family room it even had a separate playroom and den I was impressed but I was non-committal to Sean at the time, I wanted to bring Steve and Jeremy here to get their opinion, I arranged for an evening showing for the boys to view our next home, I especially wanted Steve’s input since he was studying construction design and interior space designs this semester. He wanted to become a architect and interior design space specialist. On our way out I kissed Sean and thanked him for his gift. It was already getting to be late afternoon and I had a cocktail date with Sam’s dad at 4:30 in the valley not far from their home. John and I had met up several times since my first session with Sam, not sure if his dad had let him in on our encounters but I knew I enjoyed having drinks with John and discussing Sam. John was about 6 years younger than me and was a prime specimen of a man, he had kept himself in top form, even though he did so much traveling, he must have an international gym membership. In all the times we had meet up I still couldn’t tell what team he played on, he would talk about seeing this girl or that then his attention would be drawn away for a second when a hot guy entered the bar or restaurant we were meeting in. Today I was going to discuss taking Sam with us on our Spring break get away. He greeted me as usual then he got a serious look on his face “I know you wanted to talk to me about taking Sam with you and Jeremy on spring break but I wanted to ask you something” “Ok go ahead” Almost under his breath “Have you been fucking my Sam? I found a bottle of travada on his bathroom counter this morning, and I wanted to know if you and Jeremy been fucking my boy” I was stunned that he asked, but I figured he was a smart man and was able to put two and two together, that and he didn’t seem angry “Um, yes we have, I hope you are all right with that” “Thank you for helping protect my son, think I might be able to come to dinner sometime with him I’d like to get to know Jeremy better if they are going to be Boyfriends, fuckbuddies or whatever” With that he started confessing to me on how he was sorry he couldn’t have been there more for Sam, but he felt if he was around his son as much as he wanted to be than something might have happened to make their relationship become strained, he didn’t come out and say it but I had the feeling he was trying to say he would like a opportunity to explore his sons sexuality more “so is Sam expected home soon?” “Actually Steve is picking him up from swim practice to take him to the mall” “Want to go back to your place for a night cap” I knew it was still Happy hour but I wanted to get back to Johns and test a theory, and John seemed interested in the idea. When we got to John and Sam’s apartment, I had barely made it in the door when John turned around out of the public’s view and kissed me rubbing his hands on my chest and groin, then he began undressing me as I fumbled with his clothing as well, we were soon naked in the living room making out and caressing each other. John dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and began sucking, soon we were in a 69 position and we each had the others cocks buried in our throats, I was getting close when he rolled over and asked me to fuck him like I fucked his son. I worked my way around John then lifted his legs and positioned my penis at his back door, spitting on my palm I applied some to his sphincter then pushed my mushroom head into his ass, John moaned then I pushed my whole shaft into him, he looked up at me and smiled. I proceeded to slow fuck John slowly increasing my speed till I was jack hammering into him then I thrust one last time and exploded in his intestines coating them with my dick slime, he was moaning and talking dirty to me the whole time. I left Johns a little after 7:30 and headed home, a busy day indeed

Jeremy Oh my god as I worked that day I had a hard time, both figuratively and literally keeping my mind on work, so many hot guys came into the store, many with their girlfriends or other female companions a few by themselves, all made the ever present hard on retain its stiffness, I swear some were actually flirting with me Working at A&F didn’t help with all the pictures of sexy men and women frolicking to show off the sexy side of clothing and some of the clothes really did turn me on. Of course my morning job was one where many dorm students would roll out of bed and throw on whatever they found on the floor before heading over for breakfast, seeing jocks in loose but clingy basketball shorts and tee shirts, many going commando their cocks flopping around for all to notice. Time was crawling I finished my morning job then attended my Friday lecture class then headed home for lunch before heading out to the mall for my A&F shift dressing especially formal for my retail job, but I not only thought it would impress my boss wearing the nicest from our formal line, but would impress Matt as well, I hadn’t realized it would end up attracting so much attention from the shoppers. Finally it was getting close to 7 and my anticipation was building, I was so caught up in trying to figure out what Matt wanted to talk about. I walked right past him on the way out of the store. I stopped dead in my tracks as it registered that I just passed a hot well-dressed guy that resembled Matt, I turned and did a double take then walked back towards him, reached out and took his hand pulling slightly in my handshake and said let’s get out of here softly under my breath we strode to Matts car and I couldn’t hold back any longer I clutched him and we kissed, passionately we kissed then he opened my car door allowing me to get in, walked around to the driver’s side and got in, five minutes later we were pulling up to a valet stand and he was handing the car over to some strange cutie in a white shirt and black pants, he ushered me into the restaurant and we were soon seated. He ordered us wine and appetizers then asked if I wanted a soda or water, I said water. The waiter, who was a very cute red head, looked kind of familiar but I couldn’t place him, maybe I had helped him in the store or knew him from college, and brought us bread sticks with marinara. Then Matt dropped the bomb, he slid a large envelope across the table towards me, I looked at him and he indicated I should open it I did and pulled the contents from the package. I stared at what was in front of me, it was a smaller version of my mom’s photo attached to a paternity declaration I looked it over then looked at Matt then back to the documents in front of me. I was confused and elated all at the same time. If I had to pick someone as my dad Matt would be a good candidate. I had planned on starting the search for the mystery man in the photo after I graduated next year and this beautiful man landed on my doorstep solving that problem. I asked a couple questions then looked at the document again, the date of the request and the results was Wednesdays date. Matt had known when we had cuddled last night, when he pissed on me this morning when he fucked me in the shower that he was my dad. It shocked me and made me a little angry, but it turned me on more it was so kinky, it feed into my wild side, I think Matt thought I was going to explode and start yelling at him in the middle of this semi crowded restaurant, but I wasn’t and to calm his fears I pressed my leg into his I wanted to press my palm into his bulging crotch or his into mine to let him know how turned on I was but I noticed that the waiter was watching us he seemed to be getting a small tent under his apron and there were a couple tables which were still full of other patrons. I started picking at the appetizer and Matt seemed to relax. I realized that this couldn’t get much better and started asking questions I wanted to ask mom or Uncle Tony, but here was Dad and maybe he could give me the answers that had bugged me for years. We started talking as the entrée arrived and he told me what he knew of my mom and about things he and Uncle Tony had done, I was rock hard, as we finished and the waiter cleared our plated I got bold and not only ordered the molten chocolate cake but made overt suggestion to the waiter. He scrambled away the delivered dessert and the check, it was obvious he was disturbed by me hitting on him as he was very nervous all of a sudden I noticed him watching and stroking his bulge beneath his apron as Matt and I played and devoured the cake feeding each other, by now the restaurant was mostly empty Matt smiled as he looked at the bill the flipped out his credit card and closed the cover over it setting it on the edge of the table, when the waiter returned for it he looked flustered and quickly sped away after turning down the opportunity to join us at the table as he was technically off. Sam was his name and he was smoking hot, after returning with the charge slip to sign he stood for a moment talking with Matt and it was decide he would get a ride home from us since we made him miss his bus. Matt had signed the charge slip and Sam went to take it back for processing the final amount with the tip. Suddenly we heard him exclaim loudly then come running out to us, asking if we made a mistake, Matt indicated he checked his math and it was correct. Sam sat with us till we were ready to leave which wasn’t that long. Matt grabbed the envelope and we all stood to leave, we were all sporting wood and had large wet spots over our cock heads in our pants. We all strutted through the mostly empty restaurant out to the car. Sam sat directly behind me and as we pulled out onto the street he reached around and begun playing with my chest tickling my nipples. Matt drove to my place and we parked the car the fifteen minutes it took to make the trip proved informational as we discovered that Sam had been at high school with me and had a crush on me during his freshmen year. Now hear we were four years later and we were at my apartment, damn fate plays some interesting tricks on you. After I opened the door we all entered, for the first time since I met Matt, we didn’t start making out the minute we got into the door. We all sat on the couch with me on one end and Matt on the other with Sam in the middle. Sam was blushing as I got up and went into the kitchen and got each of us a beer, I was about to give Sam one, then asked you sure you want one you can’t tell anyone where you got it he answered “My dad’s been letting me have a beer since I was 15 as long as I kept it in the house and didn’t go out and do something stupid” I told him “well this isn’t your house, and I won’t guarantee we won’t get crazy and wild” Sam just laughed “I’m kind of counting on that” I sat back down beside Sam and he reached over and caressed my thigh while taking in a gulp of his beer, he set down his beer then leaned into me breathing in my essence “You know I have fantasized about this for four years, I never thought it would ever happen” he whispered into my ear I covered his lips with mine and put my hand behind his neck pulling him for the kiss, his hands roamed over my chest finding my nipples and unbuttoning my shirt I moved around without ever losing the lip lock I had on the boy, I returned the favor and unbuttoned his shirt exposing the undershirt beneath, he unbuttoned the cuffs and slowly slid it off his shoulders then removed it altogether “You certainly are not that scrawny redhead that used to spy on us in the shower after La Crosse practice anymore” I pulled the hem of his tee shirt out of his pants and worked my hands across his pecs then lifted the tee off over his head as he raise his arms, his strong boy musk hit my senses, Mat who had been watch us then moved in and began caressing Sam as well, I couldn’t resist as I held his arms above his head to dive in and bury myself in his armpits licking the days sweat from his boy pits, he didn’t use deodorant because he tasted of pure boy, hot sweaty boy who had worked hard pleasing others since his last shower, most likely just before reporting to work. As I tongued his ripe pits, Mat began kissing and tasting the boys nipples and his other pit working Sam into a frenzy, he pulled Matt into a hot passionate kiss with some sloppy tongue play, I worked my way across Sam’s chest and added my own tongue to the mixture of mouths colliding. I had managed to work Sam’s pants unfastened and unzipped reaching into his briefs and pulled the boys straining cock to the waistband, he was large it poked past his belly button, I stroked the head and he wiggled his ass letting Matt remove his pants, he lifted his ass again and the briefs slid down as well. Sam sat there naked before us as we both looked down on him, he was sporting a good 9.5 -10 inch piece of meat not incredibly thick but we were sure it would please anyone who got the opportunity to ride it. “No wonder you spied on us in the showers swinging with that piece growing in your pants” I quipped, we all laughed just before he took my shirt off of me then managed to strip Matt out of his clothes as well, we all sat, fondling each other jerking each other off on the couch, Matt and I both leaned in and kissed Sam at the same time and ended up kissing each other, then transferring those kisses to Sam’s beautiful lips, we worked our way down his body till one of us took his cock into our mouths, we worked our tongues around the boys shaft then Matt lifted a leg and started licking his balls, taint and finally his puckered hole, Sam started moaning as Matt rimmed him drooling large amounts of precum, I lapped it up and Matt backed off slightly, I knew what I wanted from Sam I wanted to take that ass “So you ready for me boy you ready to take my cock up your sweet virgin hole” Sam just moaned louder and rolled over on all fours offering up his ass, I fingered his hole, Matt had done a good job of loosening up and wetting the boy’s hole I just slid my finger in and wiggled, not that he was loose by any means but had great muscle control. Matt applied lube and spit to my cock and I slipped the head into Sam’s hole “you sure you’ve never been fucked before” I asked “Not by a real live cock, I’ve used a dildo quite frequently though” “Damn” I slid more of my cock into Sam and he began bucking back onto my rod, before long I was pounding him hard and fast, I wasn’t going to last long in this hot hole, I slowed down my thrust and Matt helped distract me with kisses and playing with my nipples and such but that just sent me into overdrive and I was soon blasting my seed into our new friend. As I pulled out Matt slid in, I offered up my cock to Sam to suck off the remnants of my fucking and he accepted with glee, by the time he had me cleaned off I was rock hard again and ready to go for seconds on his ass. After Matt and I had seeded Sam twice each it was really getting late and Sam decided to addend his text to his dad and tell him he was staying over at a friend’s house and would see him Sunday. I lead Sam to my room where he climbed onto the bed with Matt and me. We were soon snuggled into another round of sex but after playing for a while we all drifted off to sleep I awoke the next morning at around 8 with a hot body pressing into me with their cock and my cock buried in Matts asshole, I wiggled my butt a bit and the precum Sam was spewing was enough to ease the entry of his monster into my receptive rump I woke Mat in a similar way as I penetrated his sphincter and began fucking my dad as my new boy fucked me. What a way to start a weekend and end a week.