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

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 It's as if the big religions said "o.k. we can't CONvice them to be chaste with our outdated dogma, so lets change the strategy and market it as a fetish.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

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

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

After a long pounding last week...

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

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

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

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

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'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. 😉

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Took a load from my fave regular fb this arvo. Wife n kids were out for the day, so had a small widow for play and had him drop by my place. Within seconds of my meeting him at the door in a jock and flanno, he had me kneeling on a lounge with his tongue in my pre lubed cunthole. (He loves eating my ass and does it so well). Next thing I was standing and bent over the lounge while he fucked me hard for all of 5 mins of heaven, before he pumped his hot load deep up me. I sucked him clean, thanked each other and he left. I'm sitting watching a movie with the wife with his load still in me. I'll fuck and fill her with my load later, while I still have this one in my ass

I love a boy cleaning my cock after it’s been in its ass and I love eating ass before and after it’s full of cum and then makeout with the boy

Damn I sure hope you find the time to write more of this tale. Excellent story.

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

Have to shoot everyday, sometimes more than once 💧💧🍆

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

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

hey all... Going slow on writing, ended up doing another short chapter, mostly just filler. next chapter things should get spicy again and I'll try and write something a bit more substantial. ================================================== It was 5:18 when the doorbell rang, and as expected Keith stood I the opening, looking nervous and horny. Cameron had opened it, wearing only a thin T-shirt and a pair of loose boxers, his cock making a dripping spot on the front as he looked the boy up and down. “Well Fuck, Max was right, he said you’d not let us down, and here you are. Come on in.” He said, Keith walking in and looking at the huge beefy Daddy in front of him. “Thanks, I, Don’t even know why I came back.” “Fuck I did, you got our seed in you, our POZ seed, and it’s got a hold on you big time. You took only a bit, but I can tell its already getting in your brain, telling you need more.” Cameron said as he led the boy in and wrapped his huge arms around him and kissed. Keith melted instantly, wanting to protest but enjoying it too much. The muscles of the man, his sweat, his scent. Cameron kissed deeper, almost as if trying to suck the air right from Keiths lungs, his eyes rolled up and he felt like he was going to pass out before the huge bear let go. Keith stumbled back panting for breath. “Like that Kiddo? Just a taste of what we have planned for you tonight. Just so you know, Daddy Max is out right now, he’ll be back soon, but it’s just you and me right now.” Cameron said as he pulled Keith back in close. ‘Fuck, so hot, I want, more, of you, and him.” Keith said, still gasping. “Want more POZ cock Boy?” Cameron grunted as he guided the boy toward one of his fat thumb sized tits, nestled in the scratchy fur of his body. Keith began to suckle on it immediately and gave a mumbled. “Mmmrmmmmmmm” sound. “What was that kiddo? Got to speak up for Daddy here.” “I said. I, fuck, I do, I want your Poz cock in me, I don’t care what happens. I just, I need more.” Keith said, and Cameron laughed. “Fuck boy, you have no idea just how much more we have to give you in the next few days. But before that lets get cozy, Max should be back soon, but we can have some fun to ourselves.” He said and pulled the unresisting Kieth with him as he headed toward the back of the house. In moments Cameron had pulled the Keith into the bedroom and down on a large bed that smelled of sweat and sex. Cameron tore of the thin stained shirt he wore and leaned back on the bed, pulling Keith on top and squeezing him in a tight bear hug. Instinctively, Keith began nuzzling into the thick chest hair and began to nuzzle and sniff. Gently Cameron guided the boy into his rank hairy pit. “Theres a good boy, just relax and breath that in for a while, it’s better than poppers I promise.” He said as Keith moaned and nodded his head. For Keith, who always prided himself on getting clean after using the gym, always using deodorant, the intense funk from Camerons pit hit him hard and made his eyes water. He wanted to be disgusted by it, but he felt it awaken something deep inside him, something raw and primal. All too soon, he was breathing it in an almost hypnotic state. Cameron chuckled as he watched Keith breath deeply. He didn’t often meet many guys who so quickly got into his scent like this, and he started to think about the chances of this hot boy coming into his life. “I don’t think it’s an accident you found us you know. Im not one for fate or destiny or that shit, but, fuck kiddo, there’s hundreds of horny gay men around right now, and you walked right into us first. Like you were meant to find us.” He said and reached down to stroke his already thickening infected phallus. “What do you think kiddo? You think it was fate running into two hot Daddies off their meds? Looking for a boy to infect?” He said casually as he listened to Keith moan. As much as Keith was lost inhaling the pit fumes of Cameron, the words were enough to rouse him from his moaning… “Fuck, I don’t, I mean god you’re so fucking hot, Max is hot, I want you both so bad, but, it’s still so messed up.” “Messed up? How so?” Cameron said, egging the kid on. “Your both, Poz, and, wanting to spread it, spread a disease that can kill you? It’s I mean, once your infected…” Keith said, his voice trailing off as Cameron moved him toward his other pit now, letting the boy inhale the rank scent from the other side. “Shhhh look, I know you’re scared, and unsure… but don’t worry about that right now. Just relax and Let your new Daddies show you a good time.” He said, squeezing his cock, watching as a few drops of virus infused precum dribbled out from the tip. Scooping up the precum, he kept a firm grip on Keith as he slide his fingers down toward his exposed hole, enjoying getting another moan as he gently slid the small amount of his viral strain into the boy. “Thats a good boy, relax, and just accept it one part at time. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” A moment later, the sound of the front door could be heard, and Max came back into the house carrying a load of groceries. Dropping them off in the kitchen, he made his way to the bedroom and smiled. “Hope you two aren’t starting already? We’ve got a party to get ready for” he Sid, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the June summer day. Cameron chuckled and let go of the death grip he had of Keith deep in his pit, letting the boy get some fresh air. “Of course not yet, just, talking about things. Discovered out new boy is a Musk Hound, almost passed out sniffing my pits here.” He said, Keith looking drunk as he rubbed his face, his eyes heavy from the pit fumes. Max grinned and started to rub his crotch. “Well is that a fact? Going to be good to know. Especially for tonight. I’d say its just about time to get ready for the main event tonight.” Max said as Keith looked up, releasing only now his cock was sprouting a massive hard on that he couldn’t immediately do anything about. “Party? What type?” He asked. “The sexy type you youngster, now lets get dressed, not that it will matter. Any party at Big Sigs Castle is going to have you naked in no time.”

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

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

I actually misspoke in my post.(sorry, I got a little carried away with "social media outrage" and my statement became unclear). While I enjoyed the fantasy of opening up closeted Todd, I am rather squamish when it comes to roofie-ing and permanently damaging a young man's genitals! I guess we all have our limits, even when reading porn!

You’ve inspired me to visit Paris asap!

It's definitely more difficult for me, personally. Most likely because of personal preferences. I'm not at all attracted to nor interested in guys who identify as versatile. What that usually means is that they're into sucking cocks and getting fucked. All the things that I, an oral and anal bottom, am also into. I do not want the guy that I'm into to be into the exact same activities as I am into. Specifically, on the receiving end of those activities. Far too many times I've been lured/fooled by a "top" who innocently wants to suck my cock - presumably as foreplay - before raping my ass with his cock. But, what typically happens is he's really just scheming to get my dick in his mouth knowing full well he has no interest whatsoever in fucking me. And, what's worse, the only fucking some of these "tops" have any even remote interest in is being bent over and taking a cock themselves. Remember, I'm a bottom. They know this, yet press/force the "lemme suck yer dick" issue anyway. What the fuck IS that? News Flash, men: not EVERY guy with a dong wants HIS sucked. Seriously, it's really bad out there for those of us who are total bottoms and genuinely put-off by guys who are versatile. It's basically like being with another bottom. Not fun.

Part 8 “C'mon!” Ryan had said. “Let's go find Drew”, and had headed on up the path moving deeper into the park and the trees. “You know where he is?” I'd asked, my heart beating more rapidly and my hard cock throbbing with each pulse. “I have a pretty good idea!”, Ryan laughed and kept going. After what was probably close to ten minutes Kevin and I followed a slight curve in the path and spotted Ryan a few feet ahead of us grinning big and slowly stroking his cock. He put a finger to his lips letting us know to be quiet then waved for us to hurry and join him. As we reached the spot where Ryan was standing I saw that the path forked to the left and the right. Ryan was looking to the left and Kevin and I both did too. I don't know what I was expecting to see but it wasn't what I now saw. Instinctively I opened my mouth but before any sound came out Kevin, standing just behind me, placed a big hand over my mouth, pressed his bare chest against my back and whispered for me to be quiet. Acknowledging his command I nodded and we all three watched the scene a few feet away from us. Just off the path itself was a small open area with a picnic table situated just under a tall huge tree. Laying naked on his back on the table was Drew, his feet flat on the edge of the table and his knees bent. The three of us were standing so that we were to Drew's left and I could see his tight toned body clearly and once again was filled with a hunger for him. Straddling Drew's waist was a well-built dark-skinned man who was raising himself up and down rhythmically on what was plainly Drew's hard bare cock, taking it again and again balls deep into his asshole. The natural acoustics of the outdoors made it easy to hear the constant slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh with each penetration. Their words also came across the space clearly to our ears. The man was panting and moaning and I heard him say, “Oh damn boy! Your cock. It's so big and so hard. It feels so good in my hole!” Drew was running his hands sensually up and down the man's sides as he responded. “Yeah, daddy. You like having your son's raw cock fucking you don't you? Do you want your son to cum in you daddy? Do you want me to fill you up with our family dna?” I moaned hearing Drew's words. It sounded so dirty and wrong and at the same time made me stroke my cock faster. I felt Kevin lean harder against my back, his turgid cock rubbing my asscheeks, as he whispered in my ear. “Fucking hot, huh, man?” I nodded and kept watching the hot scene before us. “Yes!” the man riding Drew exclaimed. “Please son. Please cum in your daddy's hole and breed me like I need you to!” I watched Drew grab the man's hips and thrust his body upward as he yelled out, “Cumming daddy! Fucking cumming in your ass! Whitewashing your guts with your own son's cum! Take it! Take itttttttttt!!!” With that the man shot his thick load all over Drew's chest and abs as Drew emptied his balls into the guy's stuffed ass. It was all I could do to stay quiet, especially when Ryan who was standing in front of me pushed back against me causing my aching leaking cock to press against the crack of his naked jock ass. At the same time I felt Kevin pressing harder against me from behind and was aware of his wet cockhead smearing his precum on my own ass. “Damn!”, I thought to myself. “How can they expect me to be quiet when they're doing this to me?!” As we watched Drew and the man making out, Drew's cock still inside him, I felt Ryan reach back, grab my dick and press his asslips back onto my dripping cock. Kevin, somehow anticipating that I was about to groan loudly and make our presence known, clamped his hand once again over my mouth as I felt my cock sliding deep inside only the second ass I had ever been in. I moaned silently against Kevin's palm as I felt Ryan's asscheeks make contact with my thick bush. His hole was so wet and warm and wrapped snugly around my shaft like it was made for my cock. A shudder ran through my body and I instinctively ground my hips forward into Ryan's jock hole. He turned his head back over his shoulder and looking me in the eyes said, “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your son until you fill me up with your cum. Your hot married cum. Mom will never know!” Hearing that, all rational thought and control were gone and I pulled back and thrust forward over and over wanting to bury my cum inside him. Nothing else seemed to matter. As I would pull out my ass moved back and I felt Kevin's throbbing cock in the crack between my asscheeks. It felt so good. Then Kevin started whispering into my ear, “Yeah Justin fuck his hot young ass. Bury your raw married daddy dick inside your son's slutty hole. He wants it. You want it. Breed your boy stud!” I grabbed Ryan's hips tightly and began pounding harder into him, aware only of his tight ass on my cock and the feel of Kevin's wet cockhead rubbing against my own hole. Both sensations had me horned like never before and I could feel my climax approaching. I was about to breed my boy's ass I heard myself say in my head. And I wanted to. I wanted to coat his guts with his own daddy's cum!! Kevin pressed his naked sweaty chest against my back and ran his tongue inside my ear. “He loves getting dicked Justin. Just like Drew does. Just like I do. You'll love it too once you get fucked the first time. Don't you wanna know how good it feels man? I'd give you mine right now if you want it. Just tell me baby.” His dirty sleazy talk put me over the edge and I felt my nuts tightening up and my cum blasting deep into the young man's hole my dick was stuffing. (more to come??)

@bbbhlover = I totally agree on ALL counts!

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

Hi guys thanks again for being patient with me. Its been a crazy stretch and it took me a little more time than usual to get this chapter going. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 10 I had no idea what Grant was talking about. But dad clearly did. "It's been a long time since I've been around that. It would definitely make things easier for you guys." I stood by them confused but my focus was mostly on the tv where the group scene was playing. I felt my dads hand on my back. "How about it Coop? You feeling good?" "Yeah dad I'm good." He could probably tell that the shower had sobered me up a little. It probably did the same for him. I looked at him and he looked like he was mullling something over. Like he could make a good decision and a dirty decision and he wasnt sure which one to take. But he was definitely sure. "We're just gonna make this a little more fun for everyone ok Coop?" "I trust you dad." Dad's face was lit up by a smile and it provoked the love of a son but also of someone who just wanted to feel his hard cock deep inside him until the end of time. "Youre gonna feel so fucking good son." Dad turned his attention from me to Grant who also looked like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to say what he was thinking. "The only possible problem is all our doses are the same so there isnt going to be a trial period or baby slam for our boy here." The subject of this conversation was still something I couldnt figure out but being in this room and having one man call me son and the other boy made me want them all to be my dads tonight. I couldnt help but slowly stroke my cock with that thought. "There we go. Our boy is up to it." Grant pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around me so that we were now both looking at dad. It made me hard to feel Grants body against mine even though it wasnt really in a sexual way. But I was aware that this was the first naked guy who pulled me into his body besides dad. "How many doses do you have?" Dads smile made it clear that he wasnt thinking about whether we were going to continue the night but how extreme it was going to be for the two of us. I didnt know what a slam was but I at least knew what direction things were heading. "Enough for all of us dont you worry" Grant smirked. "Lets get you guys comfortable." I started to move in the direction of the bed but Grant pulled me close to him again and led me to the sling. "We're actually going to put you in here. That ok?" I looked at dad and he just gave me the "it's fine" nod. I had seen enough porn to know what it meant for me to be placed in the sling. Grant angled the sling so I could get in more easily and then dad secured my feet into loops that kept them in place so that my legs would stay up. I noticed how exposed my hole suddenly became. i also saw that Luke and Dominic had gotten off the bed and were joining dad and Grant around the sling. I felt dads hand on my chest slowly guiding it up and down my torso. I looked up at him. "You ok Coop?" "Yeah I think so." He could tell I was sobering up and getting nervous at what I thought was about to happen. "Don't forget Coop. Im right here ok? Im not going anywhere. If its getting too intense just say the word and we are out of here. No questions asked. Ok?" "Yeah dad. Thanks." Dad leaned down and kissed me on the lips softly. "I'll keep you safe Coop" he whispered. While dad and I were having that private moment, Grant retrieved a leather case that he now had in his hand. As he unzipped it, he asked, "So who's going to be first?" I thought I knew what he was talking about. Who was going to be first to fuck me. But Luke's response made me rethink that. "Shouldn't the boy go first?" First in what? I thought. I didn't ask, just trying to see if someone might just end up saying it. Dad spoke next. "Why dont I go first? I want Coop to see that its fine and theres nothing to be worried about." "Can either of you two help out?" Grant was asking Luke and Dominic. Luke said yes and came closer to Grant who said to us all, "What if we did the boy right after his dad here?" He opened the case and pulled out a syringe. I dont know what I thought was in there but this was not it. Why would we need syringes? In my sobering up state, I was beginning to think that maybe it was a bad idea to come to this room. As if he had read my mind, dad leaned down to me again and whispered in my ear to reassure me. "Theyre gonna put one of the needles in me and youre going to watch me blast off Ill be so high. I want you to experience that pleasure. Im doing it first so you know its safe and also because Im hoping after you see my high you will want it too." I just nodded. None of this made any real sense yet but I trusted dad and if he said I would want a syringe in me after seeing him get one, I was going to watch carefully. Grant pulled out a band and followed that up with another both from the leather case. He handed one to Luke and both proceeded to tie them around dads and my arm. This was making me nervous and then I heard dad say, "I haven't done this in ages" which made me even more nervous. What if things changed since he did it last? What if these guys didnt do it right? What if this was just a trick and they were going to kill both of us with these needles? At the same time I was very curious about what was going to happen. I couldnt imagine being higher than we were tonight. And it was hot watching dad get high off the smoke. That memory from earlier in the night kept me quiet about my fears. I didnt have to wait long to find out. I wasnt paying attention to the needle as much as the way everyone was so quiet and focused on giving Grant the space and silence he needed to concentrate on getting it right. But then when dad ripped the band off his arm it was like everyone went unfrozen as dad raised his arm and his breathing got quick before he let out a couple of coughs. Collectively the rest of the guys reacted with a "Yeah" and "That's right" but I just kept watching dad in silence. At first I couldnt tell what was happening. Was this how he was supposed to react? And then he let out a long "Fuuuuuuck yeah that feels good" with his head tilted back and his hands feeling down his chest stomach and cock. As he stroked it I noticed that somehow it looked even bigger and thicker than before. Dad was leaking pre cum again. His focus looked like it was just on him and his pleasure. Like he wasnt even aware that we were in the room with him. He was just feeling good and he was doing what he could to make that even better. "You ready to feel that kid?" Luke whispered in my ear. I turned to him but didnt respond. Dads reaction was hot but I was still a little scared of the needle. Luke took my non-response as a yes apparently because he held my arm out and placed the tip of the needle at a vein. I was paralyzed or maybe I wanted to help him do it right. Either way I did everything to stay still. This time I watched the needle and didnt look away even when dad saw what was happening and said to Luke, "Yeah give Coop that slam. Get my son flying through the roof." Right as he said it, Luke was pushing the plunger down. As soon as it was all in, he pulled it out and then untied the band around my arm. "Raise your arm kid. Let it get into your system." I raised my arm like dad did and after a slight delay from the moment the band came off the warmth started to build from that arm down to the rest of my body. There was something in the back of my throat or my lungs that started a coughing fit like dads but much longer. I had trouble catching my breath but even in that panic I could feel the warmth just spreading and turning me hornier than i had ever been before. I was lost in my own world enjoying this feeling. It wasnt a high like before. It was just every inch of my body feeling like it was experiencing a pleasure it never had before. It was overwhelming and scary but it was so good that I also didnt want it to end. I got brought back to where I was when I heard Luke and Grant cough almost simultaneously. I looked around and saw them catching their high with Dominic doing his own on his arm. I knew they were hot when I first saw them but I noticed that I saw them differently now. I just didnt care what they looked like. As far as I was concerned they were just cocks and I was a hole that needed to be filled. Dad was standing right next to me his hard cock by my head. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. He looked like he had more control than when he first got the slam but his eyes looked totally different. I couldnt figure out what it was but it was like someone else was in my dads body and i could only tell from his eyes. "You feelng good son? I told you it would be good didnt I Coop?" "Yeah dad. Feels so good. Does it always make you super horny?" "Yes it does son. You need it dont you?" We both turned our attention to Dominic who at that moment was getting his high from the slam he just gave himself. I hadnt noticed that Luke and Grant were standing over me too with their eyes looking like dads. Soon Dominic made his way over too all with hard cocks and a look in their eye that said they could help me with what I need. "What do you say son?" I turned back to look up at dad. Grant reached down and cupped one hand around my balls and used his finger to reach further down and play with my hole. When he touched it I felt that electricity again and moaned. "Yeah boy. Whose cock do you want first?" Even as Grant touched me and asked me that question, I didnt turn from dad. "Dad will you fuck me again?" "You gonna let these other hot studs fuck you too son? I think theyve been patiently waiting for your tight hole." "Yeah dad. I want all of them." "Fuck son." He looked to the other guys. "That slam got that hole hungry huh?" I nodded. "Let's let these guys make you feel good first ok?" Yeah I was a little disappointed that I wasnt going to get my dads cock inside me again right then but what I needed was to be filled more than anything else and the three other hot hard cocks would do the trick I was sure. But first, dad moved down to my hole and looking at the three men standing around me said, "Let me make sure my sons hole is ready for you boys." I looked down towards him as he grabbed my cock and kneeled down to the ground. He stroked me slow and I could feel the effects of the slam in the throbbing of my cock as dad gripped it tighter. But my moan turned into something uncontrollable as I felt dads tongue softly tease my hole. The sensations that I had never felt before the first time dad rimmed me earlier in the night were nothing compared to what I was feeling this time. The slam made my hole my bodys pleasure center and everytime dads tongue made contact with it I felt like I was going to fly out of the sling. Nothing had ever felt like this and dad could tell probing his sons hole with his tongue as he gripped my cock even more tightly. My body was writhing and I could hear how my uncontrollable motions were creating the sounds of the chains that held the sling up that were mixed with the responses of the men who were watching. Whenever I was able to focus as dad tongue fucked me I saw how the look in the eyes of the other men were looking even darker, almost sinister. The look that said they wanted me and they would do whatever they needed to get me. Any other time I'd be scared but with the slam still coursing through my body it only made me want them more. The only thing I could think to want more than these men fucking me was dad fucking me. But I knew that was coming too so I was going to get my holes hunger fed either way. Dad ate my hole out driving me into a frenzied combination of horny high and needy that made me more and more desperate to be filled. I can only imagine what I must have looked like squirming as I was in that sling. Regardless, the cocks on the men only looked harder and thicker than I had remembered before we all got our slams. As much as I loved the feeling of dads mouth on my hole and his hand around my cock, I could almost feel myself getting impatient from the way the slam fixated my mind on finding satisfaction in just one way: a hard cock deep inside me. Finslly, dad stood back up saying to the other guys, "All right boys. My sons hole is ready. Whos going first?" I looked to the three men standing on either side of me not sure who I would choose if I was given the choice. The only solace I had was in knowing all three of them would get a turn. "Maybe our host should do the honors" dad said. "After all, none of us would be flying without your help tonight stud." Grant looked at dad and then at me, both of us nodding at him. That was all he needed as he stepped into the spot dad just took a step from. He hadnt let go of his hard and leaking cock, stroking it slowly now as we looked deeply into each others eyes. I took my cock into my hand now that dad was just going to watch. The touch of his wet and thick cock head against my hole made me shiver like his cock was triggering an aftershock at my hole from the slam. Pure pleasure that I realized I could only experience through the feeling of a cock pushing into me. He started pushing gently and slowly and then the look on his face changed to one that was a mix of surprise and want. "Fuck I can feel you sucking me in. So fucking hungry for my cock. So tight around me." Grant didnt speed up in response to my holes impatience. He was letting me feel every inch slowly like it was my job to memorize it taking his time. His cock felt thicker than dads and I could feel how it was widening me by stretching me out as he pushed in. "So fuckin hot watching your cock disappear into my son like that." Grant turned to dad and smiled."Yeah? You like watching me fuck your son? You like seeing this raw cock just get so deep into this boy you made?" It was the word raw that I heard most clearly. I had been terrified of what it meant not to practice safe sex. There were condoms in our room I'm sure there were condoms in this one. But the fear was not what that word provoked when Grant said it to dad. Now being as high and horny as I was that word only made things hotter. The thought that this mans cock was in me without a condom just bare skin opening me up again was for some reason so hot to me as I felt him pushing deeper. I stroked my cock harder and felt my hole squeeze itself around Grants cock. His eyes widened and a moan escaped him as he seemed to look deeper into me. It was a look that said he couldnt wait anymore and it was accompanied by a sharp thrust that knocked the breath out of me for a second. But it also generated more waves of pleasure that became another early reminder that I was going to be a bottom forever. "Thats all of me boy." Grant said to me before turning to dad. "Im balls deep in your sons hole with my raw cock. So tight so good." He held his thickness inside me and I felt him flex up pressing against the walls of my hole forcing a moan out of me. This was another one of the moments in the life of a young 19 year old new to sex when I told myself I would never feel this good ever again.

Life is short. Shoot your load.

Jeremey’s perspective: Oh my god it happened so fast, it was incredible, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m just so stoked after meeting the most wonderful man yesterday. His name is Matt and believe it or not, he lives just a building over from me. I guess it was a instance of being at the right place at the right time. Let me back up a little though to tell you how it came to be. I’m Jeremy and I just turned 22 last May. Now, here it is September again and I’m back at the university studying business with a minor in liberal arts. Yeah, I figured if nothing else I could get a teaching credential if I couldn’t find a job in the business world. I grew up in the bay area, the only child of a single Mom. She never discussed my father and it was a taboo subject around her. I have a cool Uncle Tony who is about five years younger than Mom. He is only 18 years older than my age, and has been a good friend and a surrogate dad over the years, especially since he is only 18 years older than me. As far back as I can remember Mom always had health problems and after beating breast cancer twice she succumbed to it a couple years ago. It still makes me sad. I keep a picture of her on my bookshelf, she was so pretty back then, I suspect the dude in the photo was her boyfriend and possibly my father. Uncle Tony is always teasing me how I wanted to have the photo off the credenza, when when I asked my mother why she kept it there she replied that it was the best photograph taken of her in her when she was in her twenties, but I figured she was still in love with the guy. Uncle Tony said the guy had broken her heart, and added he didn’t see why she kept it in such prominent view. Enough about my Mom. I guess I always knew I was different and when I was in junior high. I finally figured I was queer. Yeah, I was clearly gay, after all I found myself lusting after the other guys at school and on the school ball teams. I was a smart cookie and had the good looks to go with it, so you might say I was a hunky geek, which is one reason I got along with my Uncle as he was also handsome and clever. We loved our video games, be it console or computer, but we also loved going out and tossing the ball around. Uncle Tony pegged me as gay long before I wanted to admit my attraction to guys, but he was cool with it and even took me out to a gay 18+ club on my 18th birthday, not telling mom where he was taking me and just telling her to a ball game. It was a night where I received my first kiss from a boy. I was so turned on by the kiss that I creamed my jeans, and ended-up excusing myself and slipping into the men’s room to clean myself up. When I returned to find Tony making out with the stud who had caused my ejaculation. Sure, the stud 20 and really hot, but I started wondering about Uncle Tony. Being an athlete is why I was at University on a partial scholarship, being a gay athlete on scholarship kept me in the closet freshmen year although it didn’t take long for me to figure out my roommate in the dorms was a big old queer, after catching him snuggling and who knows what in our room one night when I returned from the Frat party we had gone too together, I recognized the frat boy as one of the alumni or senior from the frat house we had gone too. I just shed my clothes and climbed in bed, turning towards the wall and tried to go to sleep. “Think he might want to join in the fun” I heard the frat boy said “Nah he’s straight “I heard my roommate say Steve and I became close as brothers and he soon realized that I too was queer and like him seemed to get along better with older guys. I however was still a virgin in all things gay, yeah I lusted after seniors and older students and maybe even had a crush or two on this professor or that staff member but I was too shy/scared to make a move. Steve set me up on a couple of dates with guys in their 20’s a couple times but it generally ended in a hand job and maybe the occasional blowjob. By the time we both moved in together sophomore year, off campus Steve was hooking up 3-4 times a week and I was still a virgin, but he would tell me of his exploits over breakfast or dinner, always leaving me hard, he’d give me a hand job through my jeans or inside my gym shorts kissing me the whole time teaching me techniques to use on guys he had learned from his various dates, then it happened Steve Mr. Safe sex always Top man, slipped up, he had gotten invited to a party with this really hot 30 year old guy and they convinced Steve to kick back in the sling before he knew it guys were caressing his ass and fingering him, he loved being fingered, then some guy had slipped his raw cock in Steve’s ass, I’m guessing he wasn’t that big but just large enough to really gets Steve revved up and moaning, by the time he realized his safe only policy had gone down the toilet the guy had unloaded in Steve’s hole and the next guy slid in using the cum for lube. 3 hours later they helped Steve from the sling and welcomed him into the brotherhood. Steve was confused and when he questioned his date, the answer was that it was a conversion party and that at least a third of the loads he received were POZ. Steve panicked but was totally turned on by it at the same time, his hole dripping with their loads, someone slid a plug into his still gaping ass and indicated it be best to keep the loads from seeping out during the rest of the party. Steve then started fucking whoever’s holes he could side his large cock into, blasting the last vestiges of his negative loads. He came home early in the morning and crawled into bed with me drunk from sex and alcohol, it wasn’t all that unusual to wake up after one of his lengthier dates to find him cuddled up behind me, but he never tried to my knowledge to fuck me, he always said that was for someone special, because you always remember your first. I would ask him about his and he said he remembered but he rather not talk about it. About three weeks after the party I was nursing him during spring break, where he finally broke down and started talking about the party, he had already given me sketchy tidbits of how things went down but left out the juicy ones about him getting bred, now he spilled the beans and told me everything about his date removing his clothes and easing him back into the sling to the guys talking turns filling his hole with spunk, then he dropped the bomb, that he had done it bareback and several of the loads were charged, toxic loads, and that is why he now had the flu. I cried with him but we were both sporting hard-on’s his story had gotten both of us rock hard, I let him suck me off as I jerked his cock to an explosive ending. Between then (spring break) and now he continued to tell me the tales of his exploits getting us both hard and he had helped sign me up for BBRT saying if nothing I’d be able to meet some hot daddies and chat about my fantasies. During the summer we got with Uncle Tony’s help our current apartment, although I was seeing less and less of Steve as he found himself a hot sugar daddy and guess you’d call it fellow gifter I had gone to work and school Monday when I decided to post some pictures that Steve had taken of me on BBRT just to see if it increased my hits. I was worn out Tuesday morning after finishing my morning shift and my first class, I had come home for lunch before heading off to A&F at the mall to work a five hour shift that evening. On the bus ride home I had logged into BBRT to see if any hot guys were on, mainly looking at late 20’s early 30’s when I got an “OINK”, not wanting to use all my data on the bus I waited to check him out till I got home. At first I saw his age and was about to delete the message when I decide to check out the full profile, wow I was glad I did. He was 6’2” 195 short brown hair with a dusting of white at the temples, dazzling smile, average build although it looked athletic to me, his pics were hot I would have never pegged him as being 46 if I passed him on the streets. I decided to be polite and message him saying thanks for the oink, and see what he was up too. We seemed to hit it off good and distance said 0miles so he was at least somewhat close. Then he invited me to coffee, I told him I couldn’t make it tonight but maybe tomorrow morning might work and we set up a time at the coffee shop across from my apartment complex. The next morning I got up early and showered the evenings sweat and funk off of me and threw on a “A” shirt, my favorite lucky jock strap, Black basketball shorts, the kind that show off the bulge if you stand just right and a pair of shorty socks (almost wore my Sk8trs “fuck my socks off” pair but decided they weren’t good for going out in public in mixed crowd) and my favorite sneakers. Grabbing a hoody off the couch I jogged over to the coffees shop raising a slight sweat, god I hoped he liked a little boy musk on his men, I entered the shop recognizing him right off the bat, and I dawned on me I never got his name. I got a regular coffee, not wanting to seem pretentious or not thrifty, I realized he had a latte when I went to sit down. I said hi and inquired what his name was, we talked for what seemed like just minutes but soon our beverages were gone, though I don’t remember drinking mine. We had so much in common and we got along so good, finally realizing we were hogging the table he asked if he could drive me home, I asked if he wanted to come in and chat some more. He agreed and when I directed him where to park he just said he’d park in his space, just on the other side of my building, I was so stoked. We never got to chatting some more or at least not then, we were all over each other as we entered my apartment, not even had the door closed before I attacked him and began macking on his face, he or I led the other to the couch and we were soon naked in each other’s arms, damn he smelled so good, I thought I smelled a bit ripe after jogging to the coffee shop but he ate it up bathing my body with his tongue lapping at my pits to get my essence, we must have made out for at least 10 minutes grinding our engorged cocks into each other then I said it “Fuck Me Daddy” I had never been fucked but I knew, just knew this was the man I wanted to be my first. I presented my ass to him and he slowly lubed it up seeming to have problems with my tight hole. “You ever been fucked before” he asked me “no” I replied then he went into overdrive on my hole licking and fingering it making it open up to his advances it felt like I was entering heaven then Hell as he pressed his mushroom capped head into my hole, my ass was on fire but he held it there allowing me to adjust to the invasion, the pain subsided and he pushed in a little more my hole was beginning to open up for him, then wave after wave of pleasure began to engulf me my ass was pulsating around his hot cock as it worked in and out of my hole, it was the same feeling I got went I stroked my cock past blasting my whole body shuddered my ass was cumming, but my cock wasn’t, the pressure building in my nuts was intense, I wanted to cum but I wanted it to last forever then I felt his cock swell and he asked where I wanted his cum “give me your Toxic load Daddy, Give me your POZ seed” he froze then pumped harder I could feel his cock pulse at its base as blast after blast flowed up his tool and flooded my insides. After he came down off his orgasm he asked why I assumed he was Poz since we never discussed status. I told him I just assumed and he just grinned at me with this evil grin. Then he surprised me by quickly mounting me sliding my aching cock in his hole, “but I’m a bottom only” “you’re a top today, now just fuck daddy” he rode my cock and for the first time in my short sexual life I thought of myself as versatile as I blasted my load deep in this hunk of a man. Then I realized my fucking him cause another eruption from him coating us with spooge. I took his hand and led him to the bathroom where I turned on the shower and directed him to stand under the warm stream, I washed him off, and then he washed cum from me as well. I handed him a fresh towel and told him I’d have to cut our adventure short as my bus would arrive shortly. He took me in his arms and kissed me, then offered to drive me to school. I got dressed for school as he went out and gathered his clothes which were strewn all over the living room then yelled back to me he’d met me at the car. When I got out to the car he was exiting his apartment in an escaping motion like he was trying not to let something out. He opened the door and I hopped in catching my hair on the head rest “ouch” as it pulled a strand out, we drove for a short distance in silence then he started asking me about the picture of Mom on the Bookshelf, I found it weird and just answered the best I could. He dropped me off at the bus stop on campus then indicated he’d call me. I hoped he would, other than his strange questions about the photo I was getting a positive vibe from him, he was stirring feelings I just couldn’t put my finger on, could I be falling for him and he for me. It was happening all too fast, I didn’t hear from him the rest of that day so I messaged him a thanks for the good time then headed to bed as I had a early day again tomorrow, Thursdays were always busy. When came home for lunch there was a message slid in the doorframe I had an invite to dinner I was exhausted as I got off work but checked my messages and there was the invite again, He was on line at the time so we started exchanging messages and I invited him over again but I was running out of messages so he sent his phone number to text him at. I texted him when I got home, damn I was ripe from a day working both jobs and attending classes, my boy funk was strong, I had stripped down to just my low slung jeans, which with me thinking about him all day were quite moist where my cock head lay, He was at my door almost instantly as I set down my phone and opened the door I pulled him inside, he was in just a tee shirt and loose gym shorts his hard cock tenting the fabric, I damn near ripped his clothes off him as he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down off my hips, we barely made it to the couch before we were sword fighting, he lead me past the couch and into the bedroom throwing me onto Steve’s bed and planting massive kisses all over my body lapping at my skin giving me goose flesh it was just after 9 and as tired as I was he invigorated me we made out and caressed for at least an hour before drifting off to sleep. I woke about 2 and slinked out from under his grasp to take a piss I sniffed my body and pits while letting the stream flow, my ripe boy musk had been replaced by the smell of sex, of Matt’s spittle, of Matt in general I smelled him on me masking my funk. I slid back in bed next to him smelling Steve on his pillow and Matt on me I wiggled my ass next to Matt's hardening cock nestling it between my Twinkie butt cheeks and fell back to sleep content to being the little spoon.