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I bartend. It’s a lot of late nights. The best thing about it is spending my night getting revved up, and then being released out in to the darkness, horned and desperate to be used once my shift is over. Last weekend I was feeling exceptionally horny after my shift, and I decided to stop by a cruisey park after work. It was all the usual game. A dark park, cool breeze, shadows of trees mingling in the park lights as men hurry past each other not knowing if the fellow in the opposite direction is a cop, some dimwit, or the next notch on your belt. I was dressed in fitting jeans and solid black dress shirt unbuttoned down to my stomach that is carrying a little more ponch than I’d like. I’m more dad-bod than former athlete nowadays, but with a thick ass, tight hole, and desperate cum-hunger, I do more than okay. I walked slowly just enjoying the evening. The air was cooled off, and I enjoyed it blowing on my exposed hairy chest. I caught the eye of several men strolling along the paths, as they caught mine. But one fella in particular looked exceptionally sexy to me. He was tall, about 6’3. And thin. But he had a strut that oozed confidence. I hoped he was oozing something else. I made my way off the paved path, into a small clearing that was secluded by several boulders. It was almost as if this area was designed for men to sneak off and fuck. Talk trees blocked lights, and the boulders were the perfect objects to lean on and bend over. As I heard his footsteps get closer I unbuckled my belt to signal that I was not just out for an evening stroll. He approached and I finally got to see how young he was. Tall and lanky, with a beautiful dark complexion. He had a fitted hat on, a loose hoodie, snug jeans, and the latest Jordans. He couldn’t have been more than 25, and was rubbing the front of his jeans. ”Yo. Whatcha looking for?” I squatted down and said “Whatever you’ve got”. He walked over confidently and said “You want everything I got?” He slid down the front of his unbuttoned jeans, and pulled out his long cock. It must have been about 8 inches and thin, but it was perfect to me. I reached out and took it towards my mouth, feeling his soft skin and warmth on my lips as it filled me and I moaned “Mmmmmhmmmmm!” He sighed as I went to work. His cock rapidly thickening in girth as he groaned in approval. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Suck that cock.” I slid up and down as he rubbed my head. I pulled my poppers out, and inhaled slowly in one nostril as I slid down his shaft. Then slowly back up and down his shaft again, as I inhaled on the other nostril. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Sniff that shit. You gon’ need them!” By this point, I had undone my pants and shifted them to my ankles. My ass was exposed, as I prefer to wear a jockstrap (since you never know when someone will need access). I was slowly sucking his beautiful cock, and trying to slobber all over it, as I didn’t bring lube. But dripping drool all over my hand and working it on my hole to prepare myself. One way or another, I was leaving with a load in my ass tonight. He grabbed my head and forced his full manhood into my throat, as he pulled my hips upward. This was all so he could explore my hole. He massaged my cheeks gently, but it was all yo get to hole, already slick with my spit. He rubbed one finger around, and then inside me. That was when I felts his long and sharp nails. The finger inside me was lightly scratching me. I chalked it up to the impatience and inelegance of youth when it came to sex. ”You want my raw hole, baby?” I asked in my poppers induced haze, as drool dripped off his cock. “Fuck yeah bitch. Turn around and show me that pussy.” I complied and turned around placing my hand on the boulder. I took one more long hit of poppers, as I felt his thick cockhead start to probe my hole. He spread my cheeks with one hand, and aimed his cock with the other. My lips stretched around it slowly, and he took his time as he entered me. Every slight thrust forward opened me up a little more as he slid in. I winced in pain as he got to my second ring, but breathed relief as he pushed past it and releases another moan. ”Goddamn your pussy is tight!” “Open me up, baby! Use me to dump your fucking load.” He slid out slowly leaving his head in me, and then back inside me a little quicker. He started to do this rhythmically, as each thrust pushed me up against the boulder. He pulled out and spit on his cock and my hole. As he added this slickness, I took a long hit from my little brown bottle and begged home to fuck me some more. Before I knew it, he was back inside me and working up a quicker pace. His speed kept picking up, and I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. He grabbed my throat as he moved on top of my back, and turning my face towards his, impaled my mouth with his tongue. ”You want these babies?” He breathlessly asked in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine. ”Yes!” I exclaimed, “Shoot that seed deep in me! Give me your babies!” He picked up the pace, and I felt like I was getting ripped open, but he was somehow rubbing up against my prostate and the pleasure was too intense. I arched my back even further, and forced my ass as far back onto his cock as I could. He was breathing heavier, and suddenly yelled out, “Take my AIDS babies bitch!!!” My cock exploded in my jockstrap, as he thrusted his meat into my well worked hole. His full body weight was pinning me to the boulder, and his hand was pressing my face into the rock, as he used his other hand to remove his cock from me. I had spent the last several minutes up on my toes, as it was the perfect way to get his tall frame to meld with mine. But at this point I had collapsed on the ground. He stumbled backwards, breathing heavily. Then quickly pulled up his pants (probably worried that someone had just heard that, and cops were coming to shut us down). As I picked myself up, I could feel his warm cum start to slowly drip out of my ass. I quickly worked to catch it on my hand and taste it so it wouldn’t go to waste. ”Baby, that was amazing!” I said. ”Shut the fuck up slut!” He snapped at me, and turned around to jet off as he zipped up. He was gone as I turned around and leaned my back against the boulder. It then dawned on me that he said he had AIDS. But it was too late, and the poz chasing monster inside me was awakened. I was desperate for more. I pulled up my jeans and fixed myself, before I walked out of the clearing. I was on a mission to quench my unbearable poz thirst.

Part 3 It only took me a short moment to regain consciousness. First thing I noticed was my throat was sore and my stomach felt queazy from the multiple huge loads of Vince’s special brand of cum in it. Then I noticed I wasn’t in the living room but I was in Vince’s bed. He must have carried me here when I was out. “Hey you didn’t die! That’s good news for me. I would have had to work hard to dump a load in your ass before you got cold, he he he.” Vince was there playing with my ass. He had a couple fingers in me that he replaced with his tongue. As good as it felt I turned over and faced him, which incidentally landed my legs around his waist and his semi hard cock touch my ass. “How long was I out?” My voice was scratchy as I asked rubbing my throat. “Less then a minute. I figured you’d like to be more comfy.” His arms wrapped around my legs. His hands rubbing my ass. He moved his hips forward and his shaft ground against my crack. “Vince, my ass is sore, my throat is sore. My stomach hurts. I can’t handle anymore messing around.” “You said you’d suck my cock anytime.” “You can’t possibly go another round so soon.” “He he, yeah you’re right. I’ll need a while before I’m ready to go again. A younger version of me would be more energetic and I’d be hips deep in your ass about now.” He continued his humping. Miming out the motions of ass fucking. His dick was only half erect which was impressive enough given his two orgasms earlier. He grabbed his dick and was aiming it towards my hole, trying to push it in. “Vince I thought you weren’t going to fuck me?” “I’m not, I just need to take a piss.” He forced his half hard cock in my ass which gave little resistance. “Again? I don’t want piss up my ass.” “Oh then would you like to drink it?” “Ew no. No water sports.” “I won’t ask for another blow job today if you let me piss in your ass from now on. You’re throat could use a rest.” “Ugh fine make it quick.” I was still horse and rubbing my throat. It hurt to talk and if I could give my mouth a break for a while then I’m fine with taking a little piss where I can’t actually taste it. As soon as I gave to go ahead, I felt a hot spreading sensation in my ass. He was already relieving himself inside me. “Ahhh, that’s a good toilet boy. Oh how I wanted you like this the moment I saw you. Yeah that’s a thirsty ass. Oof drink me up toilet boy.” “That nickname better not stick. God, how much do you have in you?” I was feeling my guts bloat as Vince continued to stream. I hadn’t even noticed that he was all the way inside me. But that didn’t count for much given how he was only half soft. “You’re all they way inside me this time.” “Ah, yeah. It’s easier this way. But you better hope I don’t get a full hard on like this, or it’ll get full on hard at full length. Oh, there we go. All finished. How do you feel?” “Like I’m going to burst. I should go to the bathroom.” Vince kept me glued to his cock. “Not yet. We don’t want to blast it all over the sheets now. Just let it spread deeper in you. Trust me, I’m very experienced with this. The more you wait the more my piss will work it’s way up and you’ll feel a little less bloated.” I laid back and waited for his piss to spread deeper in me. While I waited I considered my situation. This was the fifth time I’ve had his cock in me now? I lost track. But I’m here in his room with it up in me again. Somehow how he keeps getting me to do these things. But to be fair it’s not entirely his fault. My curiosity and minor enjoyment of some of the things he does has also been a factor. At first I thought it was all him but more and more I’m starting to get into more kink myself. I learned I liked having my feet played with. And if I try to think about it with an open mind, sure, a cock pissing in my ass is kinda hot too. Weird, last week I was a totally vanilla guy and now I’m doing raunch with a dirty poz fucker. If any of these kinks stuck I should definitely try them about with other guys. Ouch what’s that? “Ooh seems like I’m getting a little harder, ooh he he he. What will happen to your ass if I get to full mast?” “Ow can you pull out now?” “Why? Let’s see where this goes.” He was now fucking my ass again. This time filled with piss and his hips firmly pressed against my ass. His dick was getting harder and it was bulldozing it’s way in me. It was hurting the more he kept it in. “Ah, no more. I need up, seriously.” “Okay, such a serious boy.” He stopped fucking and slowly pulled his cock out. I managed to clench up but a little piss still got out. “Oops, we’ll I guess that was bound to happen. Oh well it’s only a little.” I slowly got up and left Vince’s room. I got rid of whatever I could from the piss fucking and brushed my teeth. I looked for any pepto but we were out. I could barely recognize my reflection. I was turning into a kinkster wither I wanted to or not. And my roommate was the corrupter. For the rest of the day I managed to go unmolested. Minus a few minor incidences. Vince regained his need to cum and was looking for hookups. I enjoyed my day while he was out. I managed to get a few assignments finished since I didn’t have the distractions. My throat was still a little sore but my stomach not longer hurt. I guess Vince’s cum can do a number on you in more ways then one. Can you get food poisoning from cum? After I felt like I was productive enough I went out myself. I needed time away from the flat and unwind. I went to a local gay bar that was close by. I just wanted a couple drinks, and exchange glances with handsome strangers. I definitely wasn’t in the mood to hook up but the attention would be welcomed. I sat at the bar and ordered a whisky cola. After a few refreshing sips I surveyed the place. A few faces I recognized, some new ones, some creepy ones, some cute ones. There weren’t many there tonight, probably because it was still early. One drink turned into four. I was getting a comfortable buzz on. Not crazy drunk but I was definitely feeling it. I had chatted with a couple guys casually until they had to go meet up with friends. I had an invite to join a group for bar hopping but I had class in the morning and wasn’t up for it. When the semester is over I’ll be able to take a little brake from the crazy scheduling. At some point I needed to take a leak so I wandered to the bathroom. I was wobbling a bit. The booze was probably effecting me a little more then I thought. The bathroom was way in the back and had one of those weird layouts. An L shaped room with urinals around the counter of the stalls. I think it was pretty popular for cruising, not that I’d have any experience with that. I wandered all the way around at the end of the urinals to the only one that looked the least dirty. As I was doing my business someone else came in. He went to the urinal right next to me. Of course he chose that one. Of all the urinals he could have picked he picked the one next to me and we were both at the far end of the room. “Hey there. Nice cock.” Yup, he was cruising. He was a tall 40 something fat guy with greasy messy dark hair and thinning on top. He had baggy worn through clothing and sandals. He had harsh rough facial features and a nasally voice. He wouldn’t classify as a bear, more like a weirdo living in his mothers basement. The type of guy I’d normally avoid. He wasn’t pissing. I glanced down at his dick and he was stroking a fat 5 inch cock with a large cock head, his balls were big but his bush was unkempt. The alcohol was throwing me off guard because I wasn’t subtle enough at the glance. He caught me staring. “You can suck it if you like.” He turned towards me and stepped closer holding his dick up. He had BO. I could tell but the way he talked and carried himself, he wasn’t all there. I said nothing and finished shaking my last few drops. But before I could put my dick away he put a hand on my butt. “You’re Vince’s boy right?” “What? How…” That got my attention. How did this guy know Vince and how did he know we knew eachother? But I wasn’t anyones ‘boy’. The harsh looking guy looked over his shoulder as if to make sure no one was around then went behind me and pulled my pants down. He bent me over the urinal and I was having trouble keeping my balance. Woah what’s happening right now? He’s not actually going to fuck me is he? “I just gotta do this real quick.” He spat on his cock and was jabbing against my hole. His head was digging into me and he put his hands on my hips and slammed forward penetrating me all the way. “Ow what the hell?!” He was fucking me desperately. He was clumsy and rough. I was able to take his length easy enough but the girth was challenging. “Oh yes! Hot ass!” His slamming was relentless. His big belly rested on my ass and it felt like I was getting absorbed into him. My face was almost against the wall. He was too big to get away from and he was enjoying my ass like a starving dog. “Dude pull it out.” I grunted softly. I didn’t want to be too loud because I was terrified of what anyone would think if they saw this. I wasn’t even sure he heard me. “I haven’t fucked a delicious boy like you before. Oh fuck I’m gonna cum! Sorry! I have to cum in you! You don’t mind! You’re a dirty cum pig! ARGHH!” He slammed into me several times as he unloaded into me. His cock throbbed as it gushed. Shit what did he just say? Fuck no, this guy needs to get the hell off me. He kept thrusting in me a few times as he finished up. I wanted him out as soon as possible but he just held me in place. Then I heard him sigh. “Ahhhh…” my ass felt a familiar hot spreading. ‘Damn it, am I getting pissed in again?!’. He was definitely pissing inside me. I could feel it spreading deep but luckily it wasn’t a huge amount. The creep eventually pulled out of me. A small stream of yellow squirted out my ass and dripped on the floor. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. As I looked up at him he stared down at me. “You should come home with me. I have plans for a handsome juicy boy like you.” The sketchy guy took off a sandal and held a foot in front of my face. It was massive and plump like a size 14 and dirty on bottom. ‘Hu? What is he doing?’ He brought it down and smeared his foot sweat on my face. I was grabbing his leg and trying to get him away but i couldn’t stop his large foot. It was moist and rank. This guy was trying to get as much kink mileage as he could. Then he shoved his toes in my mouth. I protested but nothing else I was doing worked so I figured it would be best to do what he wanted so he’d leave. I reluctantly sucked his toes the same way Vince sucked mine. The taste was almost like Vince’s cum, salty and foul, but a bit cheesy. I was hating it, but after a minute of licking his foot clean my dick was starting to get hard. ‘Oh fuck! I’m not getting into this am I?’ I tried to fight back my boner but there was something about the softness of the bottoms of his feet that felt, cushy? Soft? Something like that. I couldn’t really describe it. It was…nice? “Nice, boner there.” He moved his foot from my face down to my cock and rubbed it. He put his hands in the wall to support himself while he was jacking me with his foot. It felt good and I was leaking pre so his foot job was getting slippery. It was so embarrassing. I was getting turned on by it. Not from him but from what he was doing. I couldn’t help but grab it and move my hips so I could hump it in rhythm to his movements. He stopped moving his foot and let me fuck his sole at my own pace. His meaty toes caressing my head. It didn’t take me long to work up to a cum shot. I blasted my load all over his foot and between his toes. My heart was beating fast and the creepy guy kept looking around. He turned around and for a second I thought he was going to leave but he walked backwards towards me and pulled his pants down revealing his fat lumpy pockmarked ass. He spread his cheeks and exposed a dark hairy gaping ass hole. It was large and moist and it was coming right toward me. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” I threw my hands up and pushed them against his huge ass but he buried my face in it regardless. My resisting stopped his slimy pulsing hole from kissing my lips but just ever so slightly. He stank and I didn’t want to rim him. But my arm strength was failing me. He let go of his cheeks which engulfed my head ear to ear. His drooling doughnut hole puckered towards me like a hungry beast ready to devour prey wandering into it’s cave. Oh shit I’m about to eat the ass of this gross basement troll. “Come on, stick that tongue out. Shove it in my hole. Lick me clean.” Luckily someone else came in the bathroom, but straight into a stall by the entrance. That made the chubby stranger jump a bit and remember we weren’t in a perminantly private place. He pulled his ass away and stood up. Thank goodness, I thought I was going to get swallowed whole by that bottomless cavern. “Here, you can have this back.” He handed me my phone. When did he get that? When he fucked me? “Why did you have this?” “I have your number now. I have a bigger apatite then this. I’ll see you around.” He hurried out of there leaving me alone. I looked through my messages. He shot videos of himself fucking me and giving him foot service. It looked like he sent himself the videos too. Also my number and home address were sent to him. Great now I’m gonna get stalked by the living definition of a stalker. I’ll need to get tested soon because that pig shot in me too. I stood up and I was still wobbly. I didn’t bother with getting his piss out of me, I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. So I made my way home. When I got home I struggled with the keys for a bit but managed to get the door open. I wanted a damn shower after what I don’t even want to think about happened. I was tired and dizzy with too much to drink. I leaned up against the couch and stripped my clothes off. I was going to head to the shower but I ended up falling asleep right there.

Oh go on then! Swindon, UK

Hey y'all. I decided to continue this story. I've had pieces of it written for awhile, but couldn't figure out Matt's journey. Here is the next chapter: Paul's Continuing Seduction, part 1 Travis is right – Paul and his cock are seductive. Paul, that’s his roommate’s name. Matt learned Paul’s name after taking his bare cock and load that evening. Matt and Travis have been hanging out more in the last few weeks. Whenever Paul is home, he tries to get Matt to take his cock again. Mostly, Travis and Matt just hang together and fuck together; but a couple times Travis will invite Paul to do another threesome with them. Those times Matt is the bottom taking both cocks again and loves it when the guys cum inside him – usually begging them for their loads. One morning, Matt wakes up before Travis and goes to turn on the coffeemaker. Paul arrives home. Matt says, “Late night?” Paul smiles and says, “Fun night with a couple boys from the bar.” Matt laughs and calls Paul a slut. Matt asks a couple questions as Paul goes to his room. They are speaking softly because Travis is asleep, but still friendly. Paul starts getting undressed in his room. Matt is leaning on the doorframe. Paul drops his jeans, looks at Matt, pushes off his boxers, his cock getting hard and says, “Travis load still in you?” Matt says yes. Without thinking about it, Matt pushes his briefs off and bends over Paul’s bed. Paul feels Matt’s ass and pushes his large cock inside. Matt grunts. Paul says, “You’re such a hot slut.” Paul is a verbal fuck. He likes to talk when he fucks. Matt is turned on by it. Paul says, “You’re always walking around here in your underwear just begging to be fucked. Just leave them off so I can slip inside you. You love my cock. Just do it. Walk around naked, we’ve both had your ass. You love getting fucked.” Matt moans and pushes his ass back on Paul’s cock. Paul says, “You are the third ass I had in the last few hours. Yours is the best though. So firm and tight.” Matt says, “And I let you fuck me bare.” Paul says, “Oh those guys took it bare too. Your ass is the third one I got bare.” Matt is a little concerned about taking Paul’s bare cock so soon after it’s been in other guys he doesn’t know. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. Paul is fucking faster now. Matt reaches back and grabs Paul’s ass. Paul says, “Worried I’ll pull out? Fuck that I know you like taking the loads you get fucked into you. Beg me. I’m close.” Matt says, “Cum in my ass. I want your load in me.” Both grunting as Paul speeds up. Matt cums on the bed as Paul cums in his ass. Paul says, “Thanks slut” as he pulls out of Matt’s ass. Matt gets up, grabs his underwear but doesn’t put it on, Paul closes the door and Matt gets the coffee for himself and Travis. Matt stops wearing clothes in Travis and Paul’s place. Paul smiles the first time he sees Matt naked walking around the house. When Travis asks why Matt is naked, Matt says, “You’ve both fucked me and cum inside me a few times now, what’s the point of wearing clothes.” Travis laughs. Paul has a code phrase for Matt now when he wants to fuck – “Travis load still in you?” Within minutes Matt is usually bent over something or against a wall taking Paul’s bare cock and then his load.

Just coming back from a European tour, had a lot of fun with this guy.

My name is Mark. I’ve been taking classes in the city for a while. At 23 years old I haven’t had much socializing what with focusing on my studies. I check the gay apps, Grindr, Growlr, Recon, all the fun stuff. I mostly window shop. I rarely hookup. There are a few bars near by that I occasionally go by for a drink. But it’s been a while since I’ve had any real sex. I play safe with rubbers like a responsible young guy, but I’ve never needed to go on prep since my sex life is very sparse. I live in a small two bedroom apartment with a roommate. An older guy, Vince. Vince is an odd one. He’s always horny and hooking up. Guys come and go from our place like a fast food restaurant. I don’t mind it though. He pays for more then his fair share of the rent so it’s a good deal for me since city living is harsh enough as is. He’s expressed interest in me too but I always turn him down. He isn’t my type and his “interests” don’t really aline with mine much. The thing is. He’s poz. And I don’t care if a guy is poz undetectable but Vince either vary rarely takes meds or not at all. His poz status is actually full blown AIDS. Very thin and gaunt, bald, in his 70s. But he still gets around no problem with youthful vigor. He’s what they call a ‘gifter’. Someone who’s kink it is to spread the bug to neg guys. He’s told me before and has charged up a lot of guys in his room or in the living room, or any other room in the place. He likes to brag to me about it, and has jokingly talked about pozzing me too but I brush it off as him being weird. Sometimes I’ll find him fucking someone right in the open as I get home and he’ll casually say hi to me. But like I said, I don’t mind it. That’s his prerogative and we keep things civil between us. I definitely could be stuck with worse roommates. Probably the only complaint I do have is his constant masterbating in every room of the flat. He’ll jack off 2 or 3 times a day and he’ll let his cum splatter anywhere. The stuff is usually really thick and voluminous. Sometimes he cleans it up, other times I end up cleaning it up. Especially after stepping in it. Even if we’re watching tv sitting next to each other, if he has the urge, he’ll whip it out and start stroking. It’s obnoxious but I accept it. Oh and if he wasn’t poz and my type, I’d still be very hesitant to mess around with him. It’s his dick. He has a 14 inch cock. Well 36 cm. So a little more then 14. Not very thick but that only emphasizes it’s length. Which explains why so many guys want to give it a try. It’s a monster of a thing and there’s no way I could possibly take that beast. I have trouble with guys who were 7 inches. So Vince’s flag pole would probably impale me before it went balls deep. The thought makes me wince. One day in the morning I went to the kitchen to get some coffee. Vince was there, he had already made a pot. I could smell the fresh brew and went to the cabinet to grab a mug and sure enough *squish* I stepped in a thick pile of cum on the kitchen floor. It squished between my toes. It was thick like slimy tapioca pudding and warm, it had an off white yellowish color to it. “Morning Mark. Sleep well?” He asked me. “Ugh, Vince you got cum on the floor again.” I was leaning against the counter wiping the stuff off my foot with a paper towel. “Oops, guess I forgot that one. I was horny. Ya know I could lick it clean off ya if ya like. I’d be happy to suck your toes.” “No thanks. I got it.” He was a kinky one too. He’d usually offer to do something like that to me. But I had no interest and would casually turn him down. “Thanks for making coffee at least.” I prepared my cup. Vince came up behind me and passed me the cream. When he did his hard on slipped up my leg and went under my boxers, resting on my crack. He likes to find whatever excuse he can to touch my with his cock. It’s usually just a brief jab or slap. I try to ignore it. “Want some cream young man?” “Yeah thanks Vince.” Vince then thrusted forward and his cock head went between my cheeks and hit my hole hard. “Ouch Vince what’s that for?” “You said you wanted me cream. I’m just obliging you.” He kept the pressure up, his cock head pressing firmly against my asshole. He gave another sharp jab and his head started to party my sphincter. “Ouch! Come on man, you know that’s not what I meant.” “Oh well, can’t blame a guy for trying.” Vince pulled his cock away. A trail of pre with it. Great now I have a greased up ass. I fixed my coffee and sat at the table. My ass hurting a bit. I was going through some of my school papers. Vince was next to me with a hand on my shoulder. His other hand stroking his monster cock. It was darker then the rest of his body and very veiny, like a throbbing spiderweb all up and down his shaft. His balls were equally impressive. Low hanging and large like two plums dangling. That explains how he can cum so much. He was shameless and insatiable. “So when are you gonna let me have a go at that unused ass of yours?” “Not today.” I was more focused on my papers then what he was doing. “One of these days I’ll dump a load up in you.” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re welcome to try.” I say sarcastically. “He he, we’ll see neg boy.” His stroking got faster and he was grunting in my ear. He was about to reach climax. “Can you aim that in a towel or something?” I turned toward him but that’s when he started to cum. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Thick globby ribbons of cum shot out at me. It got on my chin and my chest. Getting all over my tank top. He held my shoulder in place and unloaded all over me. There was so damn much of it and it smelled gross. “Oh jeeze Vince!” I got up covered in his toxic sludge. “It’s your fault for being so cute. Who doesn’t like a cum bath?” “Very funny.” I wandered to the bathroom trying not to let the stuff drip on to the floor. I was going to shower anyway but this was definitely an incentive. I looked at myself in the mirror. My chin and neck had a lot of it and it slowly ran down my chest. I scooped up some of the stuff and looked at it in my hand. ‘How can he cum so much all the time?’ I was a little envious of his virility. For a moment I thought about what it would taste like and brought it up to my mouth, but it’s smell was rancid and I seriously doubt I could handle swallowing any of it. I took off my tank and boxers and showered up. The last of the whitish yellow paste sinking it’s way down the drain. I hoped that stuff wouldn’t clog the pipes. When I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, Vince was sitting on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table and his semi hard dick resting on his stomach. I walked past him to get to my room and change but he grabbed my arm. “Come sit and relax. I brought your mug here.” My coffee mug was between his feet. His toes rubbing against the rim. “I gotta get dressed.” He grabbed my towel and ripped it off. “You can get dressed later, I could use some eye candy. How’s your ass by the way? Hope my thing here didn’t hurt you too bad.” “It’s fine Vince. You didn’t penetrate despite your goofing around.” “Come let me see.” Vince pulled me in front of him and spun me around. Ass facing toward him. “Come on dude. Haven’t you messed with me enough this morning?” He spread my ass revealing my hole. “My that’s a beautiful ass. Milky white with a subtle shade of rosey pink on your pucker.” Then I felt a finger on my hole. He was rubbing it around. “What are-“ “Shush, I’m just inspecting you. Gotta admit it’s getting me hard again.” Vince was usually handsy and forward but this was especially blunt for him. He was definitely up to something. Then he stood up still spreading my ass. “I can inspect you better with this.” That’s when he stuck his cock at my puckering hole. Rubbing his tip at it. He then repositioned his hands holding my hips pulling me towards him. “Oh ha ha. Sure, next thing you’ll want to do an internal inspection. Shove it in me why don’t you?” I mock with sarcasm and snark. “Wouldn’t that be fun? But I teased you enough. Go on go get dressed.” As he said that he squatted back down to sit on the couch his hands still on my hips. The movement threw me off balance and I ended up slipping. I threw my hands back to catch myself on the couch but my ass already went down into Vinces lap. As I went down my ass ended up slamming on Vinces cock, and it forcefully plunged up into my ass. My hands caught part of my fall which stopped me from getting fully skewered on it, but quite a bit of it already went up inside me. “Aaah! Fuck fuck! Shit! That fucking hurts!” The pain of the intrusion made my body lock up. I couldn’t move. “Oooh! Oh my… It’s in you Mark. I wasn’t planning on fucking an ass this early in the morning but this is quite a pleasant surprise. Your insides are so tight and hot. Looks like you got the first 5 inches in there. About 9 more inches left to go. “Fuck Vince! We can’t do this! And you’re way too damn big. Ah it hurts.” “Then maybe we should exercise those guts of yours.“ Vince then started to move his hips up and down, he was starting to fuck me as I was squatting over it. “There we go let’s get a couple more inches in you.” “Ah! No Vince. I need to get it out.“ I started to move my ass up inching his cock out of me. But then Vince put his hands on my thighs and was pulling me back down. “Just for a little bit Mark. You feel so good, just let me blow off one load in you.“ “Come on Vince! Please there’s no way I could handle you, plus you’re poz!“ “Oh fine.“ Vince let go of my thighs and stopped his thrusting. I slowly raised my ass up and got him out of me. “Perhaps I should inspect your ass again? Make sure I didn’t do any damage inside you?“ “Oh you did plenty of ‘inspecting’ as is. I’m getting dressed.“ I sorely hobbled to my room, my ass on fire from Vince’s monster cock. I only had less than half of it’s length in me but just that much was torturous enough as it was. He would normally pull pranks every now and again, but this went way too far. It was the first time I had a cock in me in years. Sitting on a long 14 incher is definitely not some thing you should do when you’ve been out of practice, especially a 14 inch poz cock. When I was in my room I rubbed some ointment on my ass to make it feel better. When the soreness was subsiding a bit I was able to enjoy my fingers on my ass. I stuck a couple in feeling around. Trying to put the fact that it was an old trolls poz cock out of my mind, there was some degree of eroticism of a cock going inside me. Even if the circumstances were far from ideal. I laid on my bed fingering myself while stroking my own 6 inch uncut cock. It wasn’t an impressive length, but it wasn’t small either. It was average but it got the job done. As I was beating my own meat and fingering my ass I was trying to imagine that monster cock going back up inside me omitting who it belonged to. I may be cautious and responsible but I was still a red blooded man. Eventually I managed to reach orgasm and shoot my own load on my chest. Rather than go out for another shower I just scooped it up and licked it off my fingers. Now I could finally get dressed. The rest of the morning went without incident. I went to class and focused on the lectures. My ass still had a dull soreness to it courtesy of Vince. I’ll bet he’s at home jacking off to the events of earlier today. Oh who am I kidding, he’s definitely destroying another recon rando’s ass. Probably leaving cum piles for me to find. I got home in the evening. I had a bunch of assignments I needed to get to work on, but I was tired and didn’t feel like it. They could wait till a little later. When I entered the apartment Vince was seriously fucking a young twink, slamming into him balls deep. The twink was partly moaning, partly screaming with Vince’s hands covering his mouth. Muffling the sounds. It looked like the guy was loving and hating it all at the same time. ‘Damn, bravo taking all that little dude’ I thought. “Welcome home Mark. Don’t mind me just infecting this little bottom slut. If your ass has recovered then get in line. I’ll breed you up after this one.“ “No thanks. It was a long day for me. I just want to fix a drink and relax. You have your fun.” Vince continued demolishing the young guy in the living room while I was going about my business. Got to admit it was a little annoying hearing Vince talk like that about me in front of a stranger. I don’t want a bunch of randos getting the impression that I am taking his loads too. Gossip amongst gays tends to get around. I watched Vince fuck the living daylights out of the guy, watching his huge member go in and out of the slender ass. It was kinda hot in its own way. Vince looked at me and winked. I put together a whisky soda and set my bag in my room. I heard Vince grunt and yell in the other room. Yup he’s dumped another load. When I came out he was sending the limping guy on his way. I enjoyed my drink and he was on the couch dick slumped over his thigh, still wet with juices. “How was your day? Learn anything good?” “It was fine. Just a lot going on. Several essays due soon and I just don’t have the energy for it.” “You need to unwind. Why don’t you sit and watch the news with me?” I chugged half my drink and plopped down on the sofa next to Vince. He was still naked but nothing new. It was still a bit of a shocking sight to see a massive piece of meat on such a thin man. “How’s your ass? Better by now I hope.” “It’s fine. It hurt for a while after but I’m recovered.” “Good. How did you like the first taste of my meat?” “It wasn’t pleasant. It went in too hard too fast.” “Aw that’s a shame. You should try getting more used to it.” “I’m plenty used to seeing it swinging around the place as is. I don’t need it inside me again.” “Your loss. The last boy was able to take it balls deep.” “I’m surprised he’s still alive. You sure you didn’t rupture just guts?” “Oh he was a total slut. His ass was plenty stretched and able to take it. You just need practice.” “We’ll I’m very out of practice.” “Mine is always here for you to take for a ride whenever you want it.” “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.” I say with more sarcasm. We sat there for a while. Nothing particularly interesting was on so I was half paying attention to it. Vince had his feet on the coffee table and was leaning back on the sofa. His cock was soft but it was still huge even at rest. I could probably wrap it twice around my wrist. There was a bit of post cum leaking out of it and sticking to his leg. It was chunky like always. I thought to myself, ‘damn that twink boy has and entire sack load of that stuff clogged up in him.’ My drink was empty and I was feeling a little buzzed from it. Nothing crazy though. We exchanged a bit of small talk here and there. The tv played dull programs. At some point Vince started playing with his cock again and started stroking it hard. It was bound to happen. And he’ll most likely blow all over his chest and lick it up. Vince put a hand on my thigh and rubbed it as he stroked his long monster cock. “Hey mark what was the biggest cock you’ve ever taken?” “Um. Maybe a 7 incher? I haven’t had many. Too busy with school. But that should wind down after this semester.” “Hmf, mines much bigger then that. By the time you get more free time you probably want to catch up on all that college dick running around.” “Probably, I don’t know. I haven’t had much time to think about it.” “Well there are plenty of guys out there that are bigger then 7. You may have trouble taking them.” “Yeah, I’m just not used to getting fucked much.” We sat in silence for another minute. “If you want to train your ass to take bigger cock you can sit on mine. It’ll stretch you out nice and deep.” “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” “Naturally! A handsome young man like you drives me wild. It’s your fault I have to jack off all the time.” “And I’m sure you’d love to poz me up too.” “He he. Well that comes with the territory.” “No thanks Vince.” Vince played with his cock for another half hour or so. Not working towards a cumshot but just keeping it hard. Thinking about my lack of sex life and the prospect of being able to throw myself out in the dating pool soon was giving me the urge too. “Looks like someone is getting horny.” Vince was calling attention to the hard on in my pants. He grabbed it and started stroking it through my jeans. “You should get your clothes off and blow a load.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” I got up. Vince’s hand leaving my crotch. I went to the bathroom and shut the door. I was horny and needed to shoot off. I was stroking it with my balls resting on the sink countertop. I started fingering my ass. My hole was tight around my fingers. I thought about getting fucked by some guys in class that I liked. My thoughts went all over the place and at one point they went back to the morning when I fell on Vince’s cock. Since his was the last cock I had inside me recently the memory was more visceral than picturing dudes I’ve never hooked up with. Sure there was no way I wanted to get fucked by him in real life but there was no harm in imagining it. I tried fingering myself as deep as I could. I went all the way up to my knuckles. It felt good and I wanted more. But I couldn’t push in any further. Then there was a knock on the door. “Mark, you done in there? I need to piss.” Shit, I haven’t reached there yet but I guess I could continue this later. “Yeah I’ll be right out.” I opened the door to leave and Vince’s cock slapped me as we passed by. I went to my bedroom and went through my drawers, pulling out my dildo. I got on the bed and slathered it in lube. I pressed it up against my ass trying to slide it in. It took a little bit of finesse but I managed to get it in there. It wasn’t a very big dildo. About 8 inches but by the time I got to the 7 inch mark my insides were struggling to accommodate it. I thrusted the toy in an out of me for a while trying to get myself more accommodated to it. It felt good and I was pumping my cock at the same time. I wanted to feel all of it inside me so I tried pushing it in deeper. It hurt and I was struggling. Eventually I had to give up on it. It was kind of frustrating, but I would definitely need more practice with it. I took it out and cleaned it up with some baby wipes and put it back in my drawer. I threw on Some boxers and return to the living room. Vince was either still in the bathroom or in his room. I stretched out on the couch facedown on a couch pillow watching the TV. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I didn’t dream of anything visual, but I did dream of a strange sensation on my body. It was like something was crawling on me. Whatever it was the crawling sensation centered around my ass and I could feel it going inside of me. The sensation turned into a pumping motion. I felt like my guts were getting churned around like butter. My whole body was shaking. I heard sounds like grunting and gasping as my ass was getting rocked up and down. It felt good. It was becoming one of those erotic dreams. The pumping sensation in my ass felt amazing. Then the rocking motions quickened and my ass was starting to feel pain. Whatever it was it was sinking deeper and deeper into my guts. I started waking up. My eyes opening, the slamming sensation inside of me was still happening and it was much more intense than when I was dreaming. I looked forward and saw my hands were on the armrest of the couch and two pale skeletal hands were gripping my wrists. The raspy voice of an older man was grunting in my ear and my ass was in pain from the sensation of a cock going in an out of me roughly. “What the hell?! Vince?!” Vince was on top of me. My underwear were gone and he was going to town fucking my ass. Vince’s cock was inside me! “Ugh…don’t mind me Mark… uf- ugh- ah! Just gonna -ah fuck yeah- empty my poz balls in you… uf ooh ah oh yeah.” “Ah fuck, Vince no! Ah, ugh…Take it out! Ugh..mmh…This prank is too far!” Vince continued to fuck me for a few more seconds then stopped. I don’t know how much of his cock was inside me. It felt like a lot. His hips were still raised not making contact with me so there must’ve still been plenty of his cock outside of me but it was still more than I could handle. He then slowly pulled it out and let go of my arms. We repositioned on the couch. Vince laying back with his feet up on the table smirking at me. I stood up and stuck my fingers in my ass, it was sore but as far as I could tell I wasn’t torn up. “Can you blame me Mark? Your ass was up in the air like an invitation. It was practically begging for me to go inside. Truth be told I was planning on jacking off and blowing a load all over your crack and see your reaction when you woke up but you were very slick down there. You were pre-lubed and pre-fucked already. I assumed you wanted me to dive in.“ “No Vince! I was just playing with myself earlier. I wasn’t inviting you to sleep fuck me.” “Oh then my mistake. Sorry about that.“ Vince giggled. His massive cock was still rockhard with veins all over. The top part of his cock was shiny from where my ass lube covered it. “You didn’t cum in me did you?“ I was still fingering myself trying to feel for any sign of Vince’s notorious thick dick paste. So far I couldn’t feel anything up there. “Nah, I was about to though. Like I said I thought you were giving me an invitation.“ “… how much of your cock did you get in?” If Vince had gone balls deep in me then there’s no way I’d be able to reach deep enough to feel for any cum up in there. He would’ve shot his rancid cheese curds too deep inside me for me to notice. “About 8 or 9 inches. Your ass did a better job swallowing me this time than last.” Was it really 9 inches inside? That would’ve been the most cock I’ve ever had up inside me. And he still would’ve had 5 more inches to go. But damn. I had never managed to get that much of my dildo inside me. Vince actually managed to stretch my insides a bit? I paced around the room a little bit and then exhaled deeply. I sat down on the couch next to Vince letting my sloppy ass juices stain the cushion. Not that it would matter. There are plenty other stains on it from Vince and his hook ups. “OK man. I know you like to tease me and pull pranks every now and then but that was way too much. I’m sorry if I gave you the impression I wanted to get fucked but that’s not the case. So no more OK?“ “Fine by me. I’ll score your ass another way.“ “Unlikely.“ We sat there together for a moment absorbing the situation. Vince looked smug while playing with his cock. “Your ass felt incredible by the way Mark.“ “Oh uh, thanks I guess.” “Yeah it felt like it belonged in there. I only wish I could’ve sunk deeper in you.“ “Well you did manage to get deeper than I’ve ever experienced.“ Then Vince’s face lit up. Like he had some sort of devilish idea. “When you go to bed tonight I might just sneak into your room and finish the job.“ “Vince no, I would rather you didn’t do that please. Boundaries man.” “OK then how about this. Let’s make a bet. If you win the bet I will stop trying to fuck you. No more dick slapping pranks, no more of my cum on the floor. If I win… well you have to do what I say for a day.“ “What would we be doing?“ I admit this bet sounded very attractive over the prospects of Vince stopping his usual pet peeves around the place. But the ‘do what I say for a day’ part sounded like it would open up a whole can of worms that I wouldn’t be prepared for. “It’s simple. I sit here with my cock pointing straight up in the air. You come on over and squat down on it. If you can fit all of my length up inside you and get your ass to touch my balls you win. If you can’t fit my full length inside you balls deep I win.“ “No way! I’m not letting you fuck me Vince!” “No one said anything about fucking. I’ll sit here still and watch you go to work. I won’t thrust my hips up in you. I’ll sit here patiently while you slide down on it. And once you touch my balls that’s it. You get up and I never hunt for your ass again. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Fit all of him up inside me? That’s impossible! I can’t fit all 14 inches of him. I know there are plenty of slutty guys out there who can, but I’m nowhere near that experienced. But it would be nice if I could give my living situation to some sort of normalcy. But if I cant, and in my case it seems more likely towards cant, what would Vince have me do? I know he’s wanted to fuck me for a while. He’s already sampled my ass twice. But if I have to do what he says then that may include accepting raw poz cum loads. I thought about it for a while. Vince could see the gears turning in my head. “Seems like you’re not outright turning it down. That’s a new one for you.” “I’m thinking.” I contemplated the stakes and what I was physically capable of. I looked and Vince’s cock. It’s was hard and long. His plum balls were bulbous but sagged away from his shaft. My ass was still hurting from just 9 inches of it. But a real cock might be a bit more malleable then a dildo. “How much time would I have?” “As long as you like. You can ride it all night if you like.” “What exactly would you have me do if I can’t do it?” “Nothing too crazy. Chores around the flat. Tending to my needs. You’re a strong young man. Your ass should be quite durable.” I thought about it more, but the stakes seemed too high for me, at least for now. “Could I do a trial run? I’m just really not sure I could take it.” “Absolutely! You can ride my cock as many times as you like. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” “Well I’m not really going to ride it. Just see how much I can fit.” “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” Vince spat on his cock and was stroking it more. It looked aggressive pointing straight up. I walked over to it and stood up on the couch on my knees hovering over him. Even though I was upright his cock could still touch my ass. Holy shit am I really doing this? I grabbed his cock and stuck the tip at my hole then lowered down a bit. It went in with a squishing sound. Vince leaned his head back and sighed. “Ahhh that’s good Mark. Your ass is perfect.” I continued to lower myself. Inch after inch it slid up in me and by the time I got to the halfway point I was starting to struggle. My face winced and I forced it in deeper, one, two more inches. I felt like I was at my limit. Probably the same depth Vince achieved when I was asleep. It felt like a steal pipe inside. It wasn’t giving any sign of relaxing. “What’s wrong Mark? Having trouble?” “I don’t think I can get anymore in.” I strained my words. “Bounce your ass up and down. Work my shaft up in you.” I started to move up and then back down. First slowly then at a more moderate pace. I didn’t want to admit it but it felt damn good to have his cock in me. Vince’s mouth was hanging open with his eyes closed. He was rubbing his nipples. I guess he was enjoying himself too. “Ah yes! Good Mark! Ah fuck. Yeah keep that up. Just like that.” I wasn’t sure how much was in me but it started to feel like I was getting more in. The bouncing was helping. I reached down to grab the base of his cock. There were still quite a lot left but I must have had at least 10 inches up inside me. The more I got in the more I struggled to accommodate his length. I was starting to work up quite the sweat. In all that time I felt like I only got one more inch inside me. My guts where his cock head were located hurt. Sure there was some pleasure out of it but the pain ratio was rising the longer I was at it. “Vince… how far am I?” “You’re doing good. Oof, 10 and a half all up in you.” That was all? My efforts weren’t enough? I already felt like I couldn’t go any further and there were still a few inches left. I kept bouncing my ass up and down his cock but my legs felt weak and my insides hurt. I had to call it. “Vince… I can’t take anymore. I gotta get up.” I raised my hips but then Vince grabbed my waist and held me in place. “Don’t move! Ah fuck, Mark don’t move!” “What’s wrong?” “I’m gonna cum! Fuck if you move anymore even a little it’s gonna blast.” “I need to get off!” “I wouldn’t if I were you! It’s on a hair trigger. My balls are primed and ready. Just wait a bit for me to calm down.” I held still for a moment waiting for Vince’s cock to ease up its deadly orgasm but my legs were having trouble supporting me. I wanted to get up and away but I wasn’t sure if his cock was still on the edge. “Vince, can I move yet? It’s getting hard to keep crouching like this.” Vince was staring at his cock. His hands still gripping my waist. “Not yet. You’re so handsome and I’ve been edging so much it’s hard to keep my balls under control.” “But I can’t stay like this.” “I know what will do the trick. Can you move your leg up and plant your foot on my chest?” “Wouldn’t that be too much movement?” “Do it slowly. Bring your foot up here” He patted just below his neckline. Slowly I got my right knee up. I was carful not to move my ass too much. I balanced best I could as I brought my foot on top of Vince’s chest. “How is this helping?” “It’ll help me plenty.” Vince then grabbed my foot and brought it up to his face. He started licking my sole, running his tongue up and down moaning the whole time. It felt weird having someone lick my foot. I knew Vince was into it but I never tried it. He moved to my toes and was sucking them. It was an odd sight for me. One knee on the couch, ass squatting over his cock, my other foot in his mouth. It was embarrassing but I was getting excited. My cock was getting hard from my toes getting sucked on. I guess that was something I didn’t know I was into. But didn’t want to tell him that. “Oh Mark.” Vince moaned while sucking on my toes. Then his hips started moving. Vince’s other hand pushed down on my kneeling leg forcing my ass down on his cock more. Then he started grunting while licking between my toes “Agh fuck! Cuming! Fuck I’m cuming” “Vince no!” I paniced and tried to get up, but Vince met with my movement and brought his hips up and slammed his cock up in me. “Ah fuck Vince!” “Ah fuck Mark! There it is! Fuck!” Then I felt it. A warm spreading feeling deep inside me. He was cuming, Vince was unloading his thick rancid cum in me. “Oh shit no!” “Oh yeah. Ahhh, that’s good. Such a warm ass…” Once he was done unloading he put his hands behind his head looking at me smug. I was still squatting on his cock, a full bloating feeling inside me that came from him. I was in shock at what he did. Slowly I started to inch my way up his shaft. “That’s it. Take your time.” He watched as his monster cock slowly exited my ass. The head of his dick came out of me with a wet pop. I got on the floor laying on my back. It hurt too much to sit down. I took a moment to process what happened. I took poz cum. Vince actually got me. The bloated feeling in me must have been a giant load of cum, I could feel it working it’s way through me. I fingered my sore hole to see if any of the stuff was there. When I did u small spurt of water got on my hand. I brought it up to my face out of curiosity and I could smell it. It was piss. “Vince did you-“ “Yup I pissed in you. I didn’t actually cum. Had you going for a second.” He was laughing like he pulled off a brilliant prank. I didn’t have poz cum in me? “Oh shit! I’ve never been so relieved to have been pissed in!……… also, ew! Why would you piss in me?” “Would you have preferred it be my cum?” “No!” “Then making you my toilet boy it is. Also good job on my cock. There were only a couple inches left.” I got up to go to the bathroom and evacuate Vince’s ‘golden donation’. My insides ached. I can’t believe I rode his cock. I’m usually so careful, and I may have dodged a bullet this time but still. That whole time he was messing with me. I heard Vince shout a bit and when I got out of the bathroom he was there to meet me holding his hand up. It was filled with his thick globby cum. “Here, you’ve had my piss up your ass. Why don’t you eat my cum?” It smelled strong and there was a lot of it. I just gently moved his hand away from me. “Your loss.” He licked it up himself. Sucking his fingers. I slowly walked to my bedroom. It hurt to even walk. I laid flat on the bed with my ass facing up. I didn’t want to put pressure on it. Even after all that I was surprised that I fit so much of it in me. He said there were only a couple inches left. So I fit 12 inches of cock in me? Damn that’s a lot for me. Regardless, events today went way out of control. I was starting to think Vince might be more of a difficult roommate then I thought.

I’m Zac a 28 year old jock – or I was until lads began to call me daddy and I decided to let my chest hair grow a little bit and I started calling myself an otter. I always go to the sauna around 4pm on a Saturday. There’s always a good mix of twinks and jocks at the sauna I go to at this time. I’ve tried going earlier but the first few hours are full of trolls and barebackers. I sometimes go after the pub when the twinks beg for a raw load. I am very happy to give a load to an eager twink – I guess its pretty safe but until recently I haven’t wanted to give the Saturday lunchtime crowd their hole. They bareback so much that anything could happen. Although starting to watch otter and bear porn had made me much more bareback friendly. There is one older guy, around 60, in particular who has boasted about breeding twinks and jocks. He does a while on meds and then a few days off and stays at the sauna all Saturday giving and taking as many loads as he can. Most twinks are wise to him and call him the troll because he’s incredibly skinny and rarely uses a condom but every so often a visitor comes or a twink gets too horny on poppers and takes any load in the darkroom, the sling or even as the day wears on in their cabin. The two things you could say about him was that he was hung like an absolute horse and was positively persistent. He’d brushed against me and asked to use my hole quite a number of times but I’d always said no although I had sucked him off once or twice. There are also otters – transitioning between twink and bear – some of them are more flexible and take a bear raw and still give a twink a load. A lot of these lads are in when I arrive at 4 and who knows what they’ve been up to before. There have probably been a fair few breedings at this sauna with so much spunk and horniness flying around. This week was different. I went out on Friday night and got smashed. I woke up on Saturday so hungover and the hangover horn was real and raging. Normally I’d go to the gym on Saturday lunch to get a pump on for the twinks at the sauna but this week it wasn’t happening. I checked the saunas reviews to see if things had changed but they agreed but in different ways. Half the reviews were twinks complaining they’d woken horny on Saturdays just to find the sauna full of barebackers and bears. The other half were slightly older guys talking about how chilled they found it before the twinks came and how they felt comfortable sharing their seed in each others holes without being judged. These second type made be hornier than ever. The weather was cold and wet too so I thought that I may as well go to the sauna early and see if anyone else felt the same way. It opens at 11 and I arrived at 11.15 – well before the twinks arrive – but I told myself I might meet some otters. The guy at the door said “wow, you’re early today – most folk haven’t arrived yet but it starts to get busy from around 1 although the hardcore barebackers should be in at 12 so careful there – sure it will heat up now you’re here. Tell you what, you can get any bottle of poppers free for being so eager today – even the strong ones”. I laughed and replied “haha yeh, I’ll need them at this time of day”. I stripped off, had my shower and put my towel on. I had a look around. There were a few bears stroking each other in the sauna including two proper muscle bears but they seemed into each other, there were some guys in the bar but everything was pretty quiet. I started to walk down the corridor with the cubicals to the darkroom and saw somebody who looked familiar going into the last cubical. When I passed I head “oioi cocktease” from The Troll who was standing looking out of the cabin. He dropped his towel. His horsehung dick flopped out. I sniffed my poppers deep, dropped my towel and all that horniness came back causing my cock to spring up. I cried “oh daddy, you’ve made me cock grow hard”. He growled and said “it’s the magnetism getting you hard for my poz cock – you feel the pull”. I dropped to my knees in his cabin and said “want me to tease” and he said “go on son”. I sniffed some deep huffs of poppers and then took his soft horse cock in my mouth where it started to grow. I sucked for five mins or so choking a couple of times and then stood up and kissed the troll. I said “I should get some condoms and lube”. The troll said “condoms, you sure?”. The troll said “hmmm you gonna do and runner and leave me blueballed?”. I asked “you definitely toxic?”. The troll replied “oh yes boy, not on meds just now, my balls are raging with the infection – are you going to submit HIV?”. I replied “oh yes daddy, I’ll submit to the bug”. The troll opened the cabin door and I walked out and turned towards the dark room. At the entrance there is sachets of lube and condoms. I picked up some lube, winked at the Troll, sniffed some deep huffs of poppers and walked into the darkroom. I went to the far end and knelt on the bench with my ass in the air, sniffed again and lubed my hole. At that point I heard footsteps and a massive cock rubbing against me. The troll moaned “ready for annon cock, could be healthy or diseased, your taking a massive risk?”. I pushed back and he entered me. He thrust in and out a few times moaning then picked up the speed. After a while I could feel the Troll’s cock swell and he growled “ready for the infection?”. I moaned and said “yes please sir, please poz me up”. He grunted and he shot his load with such force that I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. He growled “that’s it, your pozzed now slut” and walked out of the room.

I LOVE older guys in general, and part of it is the larger longer balls. The look. The feel on my chin and slapping against my ass. Also love that older guys have seen and done it all...and will help you experience new things.

Love taking daddy loads

Part 2 For the next few days things went mostly normal. My ass hurt most of the day after riding Vince. He had offered for me to ride it again but I wasn’t up to it nor did I really want to. Perhaps eventually I might want to try it again but my rational brain was telling me not to risk it. He had been getting a bit more familiar with me since then. Putting his hands in places where they shouldn’t go. Touching me with his dick whenever he got the chance. Poking my hole hear and there. The sort of stuff he used to do previously but now it happened with more frequency. I guess I really shouldn’t be too surprised about it. I sat on his cock, let him suck my toes and took a load of his piss up inside me. That sort of kink play would make his usual teasing seem fairly tame by comparison. Despite his previous statements he never actually went into my room while I was asleep and “finished the job“. He may be a kinky fucker who pushes boundaries, but he’s not a rapist. I wouldn’t continue to be his roommate if things got that out of hand. This morning I was still in bed sleeping. My alarm wasn’t set and I was hoping to sleep in. I felt something on my feet. Warm and wet. I slowly woke up and saw Vince was in my room at the foot of my bed, licking my feet. “Vince what are you doing?” I said half awake. It wasn’t like him to just come in here. “Good morning! Figured you’d enjoy a nice wake up call.” He continued to suck my toes. “Stop messing around. I’m not into that. I was hoping to sleep in.” Admittedly the feeling of a mouth on my toes felt good. So good I was starting to get hard. “Don’t be modest Mark, I saw your cocks reaction when I sucked your toes the first time. And I’m getting the same reaction now.” I forgot that I was sleeping in the nude. My hard on was on full display. Vince looked at it as he licked my feet. “Come on enough of that. I wanna get some more sleep.” I pulled my feet away from him and rolled to the side. Vince crawled on the bed and laid down behind me. I was wondering what he was up to then I felt his cock slide between my cheeks and press up against my hole. It was wet and slick. “Vince why’s your cock wet?” “That’s just lube, it’ll help slide up in you.” Vince rocked his hips, humping my ass. “You already had my ass three times.” “Those were just samples. Plus your ass should be fully recovered by now. Don’t you want to try and fit the rest of me in you?” He then gave jab forward and his head popped inside me. “Ugh, not right now man.” I was still groggy and tried moving away but he moved with me sliding in deeper. He started pumping it in back and forth. The lubed shaft sliding in easily. “Then just let me feel you for a bit.” I wasn’t in the mood to argue and it was feeling good. “Fine just for a bit.” Vince pushed in further and fucked my ass happily. “Yeah that’s good neg boy. Taking this old man’s dirty cock.” I didn’t appreciate the kink talk but I I figured it would be fine to let him has his fun for a little while. I’d need to get him out before he got too into it. Then Vince pulled my hips toward him and he leaned in more. He was sinking a lot more of his huge cock in me. “Ow that’s hurting. How deep are you going?” “10 inches and counting. You’re ass is doing a good job at taking me this time.” That much already? Wow I guess he really did a number on me when I sat on it. Vince reached around and grabbed my morning wood and stroked me. His hips didn’t stop humping my hole. I was fully awake now and enjoying my dick being rubbed. The cock up my ass was definitely helping. It was plunging away inside me and I could feel my insides getting bashed around. Vince was moaning and pushing in deeper. It hurt but it was manageable. I could feel it reaching quite a ways in then I felt Vince’s balls hit my ass. “Ah shit did you get all of it in?” “Not all. You’re round ass is lovely but it’s cushioning me from get those last few inches in.” His hips were now slapping my ass as he fucked. I was gritting my teeth as his length was stabbing away inside. “Can you fit the rest?” I asked not because I wanted Vince to fuck me but because I was genuinely curious if I could handle it. “Lift your leg.” He grabbed my leg and pointed it up in the air. Then he sat up and repositioned us where I was on my back and both my legs went up in the air then my knees were pushed towards my head. My ass spread and Vince was now fucking down into me. His cock continuing it’s assault. This position was very different. I didn’t have the cushion of my ass cheeks like before nor the control of sitting on it days ago. This was a more intense fucking. Vince’s monster cock dove down and up and back down. Every thrust felt like it was digging into my insides further and it was driving me crazy. His balls repeatedly slapped my ass as he came down on me. He must have been sinking most if not all of it in. His balls do sag low so that’s not the typical example of going balls deep for him. Then he started to speed up. I could tell he was getting close and wanted to shoot soon. “Ah! Vince you should pull out. That’s enough.” “You sure? I haven’t cum today yet. I was saving it for you.” “I don’t want your poz cum. Come on take it out.” I put my hand on his stomach and moved him away from my ass, his cock popped out with a moist sound. “It’s gotta shoot somewhere.” He then got on top of me and pointed his cock towards my face. He was furiously stroking it. “Here it comes. Open your mouth. I want you to swallow it.” “Get a towel or something.” He moved forward and jammed his head in my mouth. It went in deep and hit the back of my throat. “Aaagh! Fuck!” Is dick throbbed in my mouth and it blasted torrents of thick chunky cum. The flavor was intense, salty sour and meaty. It nearly made me gag. I had no choice but to swallow each blast in sync with his ribbons shooting almost like toothpaste squeezing out of a tube. I didn’t want it to get all over my bed. Vince put a hand on my head as he kept pumping his cock in my mouth. It felt like he was trying to force it down my throat, feeding his sick jizz directly into my stomach. I tried my best to swallow as much of it as I could. It seemed like it was never ending. It was making my stomach turn. But eventually it did calm down and he finally finished blasting down my throat. “Ooh fuck that was nice. Great job swallowing it. I almost thought you were gonna puke.” Once his dick was out of my mouth I coughed and caught my breath. I felt a little nauseous with my new impromptu breakfast stewing away in my gut. Vince’s cock was still semi hard and resting against my face. “Damnit Vince. Did you have to feed me it? Your cum is fucking potent as hell.” He kept sitting on my chest, rubbing my face with his leaking cock. “It was fun though. And you seem to enjoy it based on your hard on.” He each behind him and stroked my cock more. Yeah I was still hard but that was a given with the morning and all the stimulation I received. But I was still recovering from swallowing his load so I wasn’t in the mood for anymore of his mischief. I got up from underneath him and went to the kitchen since I was wide awake now. I was going to have some of the coffee left over from earlier but when I poured a mug I all of a sudden didn’t feel like it. It was my current stomach content that was spoiling my appetite. ‘I can’t believe I swallowed all that. I should have just let him spray my pillow. I can still taste it.’ I changed over to a glass of water instead. I think I was getting a stomach ache. Whatever was in Vince’s balls it was definitely not agreeing with me. I laid down on the couch to relax for a bit. My mind was going over all the things I had done with my poz roommate these past few days. I’ve taken his cock in my ass four times, once in the mouth, swallowed his cum, taken his piss, had my feet played with. This was getting out of control. We shouldn’t be doing these things. But it would be foolish to say I didn’t enjoy it a little. Sure Vince was a depraved wasting old guy but feeling that python jackhammer away was an experience I’d probably not find easily. And now I’m currently digesting a gut full of yellow cottage cheese he calls his cum. His ejaculate just isn’t normal. For a moment I thought it might have been better for him to shoot it up my ass, that way I wouldn’t have to taste it. But that would really fuck me over. Maybe if I offer to suck him off, he won’t try for my ass as much. Vince came out of my room and started rubbing my feet on the armrest. “You’ve come a long way Mark. I’m proud of you. How did my cum taste? Good right?” “Yeah it was good.” I lied. I wasn’t in the mood to argue but the foot rub did feel nice. “Glad to hear it. But I still want to breed your ass eventually.” He was now sucking my toes again. The feeling was nice and was arousing me a little. Then I said something without really thinking. “Vince I’ll suck you as much as you want. Maybe that will keep you away from my ass.” Vince stopped licking my feet and perked up. “Really? No taking this back now.” Before I could see what he was doing Vince was already slapping my face with his semi hard cock. “Suck it now since I all of a sudden have free range of your mouth.” I was already regretting what I said. I sat up and Vince pointed his dick towards my lips. I could see it getting bigger. He wanted to go again? “Come on open up.” “Now? But you already came earlier.” “I won’t waste an opportunity to make you my cock sucking slut. You don’t have to make me cum but I want you to get used to the taste of it.” Well shit. I said I would so I had to keep my word. I opened my mouth and Vince stuck it in. I sucked the head of his dick and worked some of it in. He looked at me approvingly. Previously I only had it in my mouth for a moment before he shot his load but now I was slowly nursing on it. His hips rocked back-and-forth with my head bobbing. I hope he wasn’t planning on getting all of it in. My ass was one thing. But I couldn’t fit 14 inches down my throat. His hip movements worked quite a bit of it in my mouth but he wasn’t trying to go too far. “That’s good Mark. Suck on that poz cock. Oof that’s nice. You were always so resistant to take my diseased dick. What would your father think he saw you sucking on a dirty old cock that could belong to your grandfather?” There he goes again with that kind of talk. But I knew Vince was a raunchy fucker. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying being able to bring me down several notches. Despite his dirty talk, I was able to enjoy sucking his dick. It was the biggest dick I had ever sucked or even seen so I would be a fool not to like it a little. I worked on his cock for like 10 or 15 minutes. Keeping my pace, matching with Vince’s face fucking. But now he was getting more energetic with it. I could taste his pre in my mouth. It seemed like he was building up to another orgasm. I said I would suck his cock but I wasn’t sure if I could handle another load of his tart thick cum. I could still feel his previous load in my stomach. “Oh yeah Mark. I’m going to shoot again. Be a good boy and swallow your breakfast.” He grabbed my head and fucked my face more furiously. I was starting to gag on it and having a hard time keeping my composure. Vince was grunting and I could tell he was about to blow. I really didn’t want to taste it again. “Fuck yeah! Fuck, aaah!” As Vince reached another ejaculation he slammed his hips towards my head as hard as he could and I felt his cock punch down my throat and enter my esophagus. The throat penetration hurt like hell and I couldn’t breath but his shaft kept sliding in. I could feel his cock pulsing rapidly and repeatedly as he was depositing directly into my gut. I was trying to struggle against him. Putting my hands on his hips and pushing away. But Vince was determined to get every inch of his length down my throat. He quickly got in all the way down to the base. Every inch of him was inside. My throat was on fire, I was suffocating. And his cock was still injecting it’s gross load into me. There was a pain at the top of my stomach once my face met with his hips. For all I know, the head of his dick might have punched into my stomach. His hands were on the back of my head pulling my hair into him and he was shouting with every spurt into me. I was getting lightheaded and felt like I was about to pass out. Vinces cock still throbbing in my throat. A dozen ribbons? Two dozen? I couldn’t tell. By the time it felt like his ejaculation was calming down to a stop and his cock sliding out of me my vision went black and I passed out. Probably not the Best position to be passed out. My bare ass lubed and stretched out exposed to a perpetually horny poz fucker who’s made it his goal to impregnate me one way or another.

Been meaning to write this story a long time ago. Hope y'all enjoy it, I might continue it ~~~~~~ With the recent rains the night air was cool and refreshing as I walked along the wet sand path in the middle of the night in the dark desert. With only the nearly full moon above with the occasional obscuring cloud and the little blacklight flashlight for spotting scorpions to give me light it might be unnerving to other people but I loved the desert at night. Especially now with the rains the night seemed truly alive with animal and insect noises abundant. Thankfully the wildlife kept to themselves with no glowing scorpions appearing in my path. This patch of desert was about fifteen minutes out of town in a hiking park and not the first time I'd come this far at night. I knew I wasn't alone from how many cars I'd seen at the parking lot at the head of the trail and by the footprints in the wet sand I was following. I could feel my cock start to throb and swell in the basketball shorts I wore with nothing underneath as I thought about the fun I had the last time I had been here late at night. Suddenly I could hear voices ahead of me and I could feel my dick twitch with excitement. With the moon out for the moment I spotted a group of shadows moving under a cluster of mesquite trees around some low boulders. Getting closer I suddenly heard a gasping moan and the slap of flesh against flesh and I knew I had found what I was looking for. Stepping up I clicked off the flashlight and into the darkness of the trees. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the shadows but the sight was enough to make me glad I'd taken the time to come all the way out here. A small group of men were crowded around a wide, low boulder with several bent over it or laying on it with men either behind them or between their legs thrusting away. I could hear the moans of the bottoms and the grunting of the men fucking them and I couldn't wait to join them as my shorts tented fully in front of me by the time I joined them. A few of the guys gathered nodded at my approach and moved aside to make room for me to get a better look. I watched for a few minutes as another somewhat chubby guy was bent over the boulder with is wide ass being pounded by a fat dick as my eyes got further adjusted to the darkness. My cock was tenting my shorts and starting to leak so I tugged the hem down beneath my balls and started to stroke myself as I looked around at the group. No one was talking beyond grunting and moaning out small words of excitement as they fucked in the darkness of the desert. I was wondering what to do next when I felt a hand brush across my chubby ass before reaching over to give my cock a few strokes then back to give a cheek a squeeze. Looking I couldn't really tell what the man looked like but reaching out I felt a somewhat thin but long cock that leaked across my fingers as I started to stroke it in return. Feeling him groping my ass I knew what he wanted and it just happened to be exactly what I wanted too. Moving over to a free spot on the boulder next to the other man I bent over against the cool stone and pushed my shorts down around my knees. The man was right there behind me, his hands groping and kneading my ass and I soon felt the leaking tip of his cock sliding up and down my hole. He grunts in happiness as his dick catches my already lubed hole, my ass prepared from the plug I had worn on my ride out here. We both groan out into the night air as he presses in, my hole loosening enough to let his wide head slip inside as well as a few inches. I reached under me and started to slowly squeeze and stroke my cock as the nameless man fucked his pole deeper into my hole until his hips were eventually bouncing off my cheeks. His grunts were music to my ears as I moaned in reply like a good bottom, squeezing around the cock as it rakes against my prostate making me drip with each throb of my own dick. "Yeah, fuck that faggot good" I heard a voice to my side and realize it came from a man standing close stroking his prick watching me get fucked. My current fucker took the encouragement and started to speed up the pace, his hips starting to clap against my ass with increasing tempo while groaning out as I clenched down around him. His fingers gripped my hips, pulling me back into his thrusts with his eagerness. As I was getting fucked harder and loving every moment of it I heard a gasping moan and looked to my fellow bottom and saw his fucker hilt himself fully into him, the tops ass clenching visibly as he must've been pumping a load into the lucky man. The man fucking me seemed to slow down a moment to watch as the pair grind against each other for a few second before the top slides his cock out of the sloppy hole. There was hardly any time for the bottom to rest before another man takes the tops hole and slides in without any resistance, the bottom gasping out a low "Fuck yeah," as he was filled again as his top starts to fuck him hard right from the bat using the previous mans cum as extra lube. My attention on the others was broken as my fucker suddenly picked up the pace again making me yep with surprise then groan with enjoyment as he pounded my hole. His fingers dug into my hips suddenly and I felt his motions get shaky before he suddenly fell on top of me and hilted himself pinning me against the boulder. I could feel his cock swell before a warmth began to fill me, my voice moaning out as I feel this stranger dump his load into me while growling out in my ear, telling me to take his load. He didn't wait long before he pushed himself up and slowly pulled his softening prick free from my asshole with a pop. Panting softly I barely lifted my head to look back in time to see the man that had been stroking his cock watching me get fucked step up behind me and put his hand on my back. Pushing me down again he slaps his cock against my hole, suddenly realizing it was much larger than it had looked in the darkness. "Oh fuck, fuck me please," I moaned out as my cockhungry side really started to take hold. I had just taken some strangers load in my ass in the middle of the desert at night, completely forgetting the condoms I had in my pocket but once again I couldn't help myself and allowed him to fuck me. And now I was lifting my chubby ass towards another faceless man like some wanton whore while looking over my shoulder. It was by chance that the clouds shifted away from the moon as I felt him start working his fat, uncut head into my already stretched and dripping hole. Already used to the darkness the bit of light that shone through the branches was enough for me to see some of the man's torso. At first the shadows hid it but then as I felt his hips press against my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart in order to hilt his fat dick in my hungry hole, did I finally see it. Across his pec was the unmistakable shape of a tattoo of a scorpion within in a bright red biohazard symbol. My asshole clenches around the cock I now realized was toxic and dripping it's own venom into my unprotected insides. He groans as he flexes his cock inside me, drawing out a moan from me as he started to pull out then slide back in with long, deep strokes that make my own dick throb and drip with excitement as this toxic stranger started to fuck me harder and faster. Glancing around the increased moonlight let me see that several of the other tops fucking their own moaning cumdumps had their own tattoos proudly displaying their POZ status. I had not come here seeking poz loads but as that heavenly toxic cock plowed my eager hole I knew I wasn't leaving without more. I'd always been told to watch out for scorpions in the desert but I had never stopped to consider this kind!

Chapter 1: Seduction I finally make it home at the end of a relentless week. I plan to do absolutely nothing for a few hours to recover. I set down my bag and collapse into one of the plush recliners in the living room. I intend not to move from that spot for a very long time. My little brother comes in from the hallway. “Hey bro. How was work?” “I’m fucking exhausted. Thank god it’s Friday.” “Amen to that! Hey, you look wiped out. Can I get you anything?” “Yeah, a beer would be great.” “What kind?” “I don’t care. It’s not gonna last long.” He chuckles. “Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” Glad to see my brother and even more glad to know a drink to take the edge off will arrive soon, I kick off my shoes and lean back in the chair, sinking into the cushions. I don't even bother to turn the TV on; the momentary quiet feels too good. I guess I nearly fell asleep right there because my brother kind of startles me when he came back in. “Here ya go!” he says. He is almost annoyingly perky for some reason. But I forgive him because he’s just so fucking cute. “Thanks. I’ve needed this since about 2pm.” “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Well can you just relax this weekend, or do you have any plans?” “Nothing at all, buddy. I might just sit right here until Monday morning rolls around.” He smiles. I can’t help but smile back at the sight of his dimples. Did I mention he’s fucking cute? Yeah. “Well, there’s your beer. Might as well get your weekend started, bro.” I raise my glass toward him and take a swig. He lets me have my moment before testing the waters to see whether he can bend the rules and join me for his own moment. “Hey, mind if I have one, too?” I finish swallowing my first huge gulps before answering, which no doubt encouraged my magnanimous response. “Sure, go for it. I want you to enjoy the weekend, too, ya know.” Like some sort of little puppy dog, he gets really excited and jumps up to head back to the kitchen. “Would you grab me another one, too? I’ll have this finished before you get back.” “Sure thing, bro. Be right back.” I pound back the rest of my beer, take a few deep breaths, and let the calm wash over me. This week sure took a lot out of me. “Here ya go,” he says as he hands me the replacement bottle. “Cheers!” I indulge him in the clink of a bottle because it makes him feel all grown-up and shit. We each take a sip of our drinks. He tries so hard to act cool and normal about it, but his excitement shines through no matter what he does. Have I mentioned he’s…? Okay, okay. Maybe I have. I check the label on my bottle real quick because I thought for a second that he swapped it out for a different brand. Nope, same swill as last time. I don’t really care. I just need the buzz, and fast. To take my mind off things, I try conversation. “So what do you have planned this weekend?” “Nothing, really. I figured since you were off this weekend, I’d just stay home with you.” His adoration aaaaalmost gets to be too much, but I forgive him. I have that whole older-brother thing going for me. I get it. He doesn’t mean anything by swooning. “Oh, you’re so sweet,“ I say, and I lean forward and tousle his hair a bit. He smirks sheepishly and tries to put his hair back in place. “Oh for fuck’s sake. There’s no one here to impress, dude. Calm down.” At that, he looks even more sheepish and starts to blush. “But… there’s… you…,” he mumbles. My face brightens, and I chuckle. “Alright, buddy, that’s it. C’mere, you.” I grab him and pull him toward me and really mess up his hair this time, making sure to stop when it’s all sorts of crazy. “There,” I say. “Perfect.” He makes a little defeated whimpering sound. (Yes, it’s cute. Gimme a break.) I pull him toward me a bit, giving him a good squeeze. Dang, I’m being affectionate and snuggly. I’m not usually… Wait. I sniff my beer bottle. I take another swig. I realize now why I thought he switched brands. I chuckle and look down at him with a wicked smirk. “You little shit. Did you spike my drink?” I swear his cheeks reddened before I finished the question. A little mousey voice came back: “Maybe?” That makes me laugh a little harder, and I playfully pull him closer toward me. I repeat, just to drive it home: “You. Little. Shit. Well, you’d better be ready cuz you’re about to awaken the snuggle monster, and he’s had a rough week.” “Perfect. I’m ready.” Apparently he’s been planning this. The little stinker. Oh, well. He knows me well enough to know what he can get away with. And in his defense, he did ask me what I had planned this weekend. I squeeze him tight and enjoy the close contact. “How much G did you put in that beer, buddy?” “Not too much. I think you need another one.” I chuckle, roll my eyes, and decide to play along. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? Well, fine. If you’re gonna force me into it like this, I might as well enjoy the ride. I’ll take one more beer, please.” This kid is lucky I love him, I swear. He climbs out of my arms and nearly runs back to the kitchen. I holler after him. “And bring another for you, too. Don’t let me be the only one fucked up around here.” He yells back with an almost ominous tone. “Oh, you won’t be. Don’t worry.” A minute later, he’s back with two beers in hand. He hands me one and quickly polishes off what’s left of his first. We each take our new bottles in hand and reach the necks toward each other’s bottles. “To the weekend!” he says. I shake my head and smile. “The weekend,” I agree. I take a huge swig and immediately regret it. I mean, I knew the kid wasn’t gonna hold back, but damn, that’s strong. “Fuck! Don’t put me in a hole, dude. Whoa.” “Oh, I won’t. I know what you can take.” “Oh do you, now? Well you should know I skipped lunch today.” His eyes bug out a bit. “You see? That would be why I’m fucking exhausted.” He grabs the bottle from my hand and replaces it with his. Smart kid. At least he’s looking out for me. He has limits. He likes pushing them, but he still has them. “Here. You can have mine. I’ll finish that for you.” “You sure, little bro? That’s a man’s drink.” I love fucking with his ego. “Fuck you. I’ll be fine. Besides, this saves me from having to make my own later. Here we go!” And without wasting another second, he chugs half of what’s left. And then he burps to wake the dead. “Jesus christ, little buddy. Are you okay, or do you need an exorcism?” He laughs a little too much at my awful joke, so I know the alcohol’s already hitting him. Looks like we’ll both be cut off after this round. “Alright. Let’s both chug these so we can settle in and pay attention to each other, not our drinks. Okay?” “Sounds good.” We raise our bottles toward each other. We chug. We both finish at about the same time. I look back at him and raise an expectant eyebrow.I start smirking as he realizes what I’m thinking. His face gets red, and he gets a look of frustration and concentration that turns into near-laughter when suddenly another enormous belch escapes his chest. He takes a quick breath, looks back at me, and laughs. “Fuck you, bro.” I can’t help but laugh back. Told you he’s cute. “Alright, c’mere,” I say. “You need to relax and get more comfortable.” I scoot over a bit to make room for him, and he climbs up onto the recliner next to me, nuzzling up to my side and being as adorable as a puppy. I pet his head a bit, and he curls into me some more. He puts his arm across my torso, and I know that won’t stay put very long. I reach over and squeeze him tight. That’s the permission he was looking for. His arm starts moving across my stomach and chest. A moment later, and he slides his hand under my shirt and runs his fingers through the fur he always finds so fascinating. It warms my heart knowing a boy I love — a boy I grew up with — takes comfort in running his hands across my body. We don’t share these moments often enough. No matter what else the little bastard has planned, I’m already content just cuddling with him. I give him another squeeze. He snuggles even closer now, wrapping one of his legs around mine and pressing his thigh into my crotch. This kid’s leaving nothing to suggestion. “Mmm,” I say. “Someone wants to play, huh?” He nods, mutters some kind of mm-hmm, and moves his hand down my torso past my belt, and down to my growing cock. He gives it a squeeze. “Definitely,” he says. “Mmm. Good answer. Here, take off your shirt so we can get comfy.” I help him sit up for a second and watch the reveal that always gets me rock-hard in an instant. I love this boy’s beautiful body. He knows it, too. I notice him make quick eye contact with me to make sure I’m watching. He’d wait for me if I’d been distracted. But right now he has my undivided attention. My brother grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls upward, slowly. He’s taking his time and watching my eyes. He loves seeing the thirst. He knows I won’t interrupt and will let him do what he wants. He knows it’s a little bit of self-torture I offer him by giving him control of this ritual. His hand is now halfway up his stomach, and I can tell he’s running his hand across his skin, enjoying the sense of touch as much as I enjoy the sight. A few more inches, and I get a clear view of what’s hiding under that shirt. That smooth, lean, toned skin I have lusted after since the kid first hit puberty. My body filled out a little wider, a little pudgier, and a lot furrier. His genes made him rail-thin, naturally lithe, and smooth as a baby’s bottom. And fuck, that combo turns me on. His hand keeps creeping upward, revealing his flat, toned stomach. He’s all skin, bones, and muscle, and he has just the perfect amount of definition. I swear, that V line down his hips gets more pronounced every time I see it. I soooo love running my hand down those crevices, heading toward his little dicklet. But that will have to wait. For now, I need to keep watching. I don’t want to miss this strip-tease. Maybe he doesn’t want me to miss it either. I’d swear he must have stopped moving until he saw my eyes snap back to attention. Damn him. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He lifts his shirt further, exposing the tiniest of nipples, pierced and ready for attention. He brings his other hand up to grab the bunched up bottom of his shirt from both sides, and in one quick movement, he tucks the bottom behind his neck, keeping the sleeves on as normal. He looks like he’s wearing a sort of harness, and the cotton frames his entire torso beautifully. The sleeves roll up a bit, too, exposing the shape and sinew of his lanky, vascular arms. The sight takes my breath away. I lean forward, wrap my arms around the half-naked body of my beautiful brother, and pull him down toward me. We meet face-to-face, but that lasts merely a second as the G takes control of us. We start making out, using our tongues to explore each other’s mouths and to express our passionate interest in one another. His hand slides under my shirt, exploring more assertively. I run my hands all over the smooth, tight skin of his exposed back while I feel our erections growing harder as they rub together. He pulls off my shirt and runs his hands through my fur with full intensity now. I can tell he likes the feeling — he presses his crotch a little harder into mine as he grabs my chest. This sexy boy leans down and gets his face inches from mine. He stares right into my eyes, and I can see the hunger in his. “I love you, bro.” I melt. I call him the same thing I’ve called him since we were kids. “I love you too, little buddy.” That used to be merely an affectionate name; now it’s an intimate one. While we continue making out, our hands reach down to unbutton pants and slide off shorts. He takes his shirt-harness off, too, exposing the tattoo on his left shoulder. There’s a story there, but that’s for another time. Our G-fueled hunger intensifies as our fully naked bodies finally press against each other. He reaches down and grabs my thick, hard cock and gives it a good squeeze. I let out a groan in appreciation. He slowly slides his way down my body, finally ending up with his knees on the floor, his head between my thighs, and his eyes peering up into mine over the tip of my dick, which he has grabbed and lifted up away from my stomach. He has a pleading look on his face. He knows he can suck my dick any time he wants, but sometimes he likes hearing me say it. He’s clearly in an affectionate mood today. He wants me to really play up the role of big brother, and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Looks like someone really wants to taste his big bro’s dick, huh?” He nods. Hell, I’d swear he looks like he’s trying to wag a tail he doesn’t have. Maybe the big-brother role isn’t the one he wants me to play right now. I raise an eyebrow, smirk, and try something. “Does puppy want a bone?” “Arf!” “Hehe. Good boy.” I tousle his hair a bit, and damn if his hips don’t wag even more. Huh. This is something new. We’ll have to explore it more later. For right now, though, I really need to get my dick sucked. “Okay, boy. You can suck your big bro’s dick. You’ve earned it. Now help your brother feel good. That’s all the encouragement he needed, because he’s off to the races now. This kid can suck, too. He must have been practicing with friends from school because I know he didn’t learn all these skills from me, and we haven’t spent enough time practicing recently for him to suddenly be this good. “Damn, little buddy. You’re getting good at this. Where’d you learn to suck dick so well? Have you been practicing on your friends?” He keeps his mouth on my cock and raises a hand to hold up four fingers. “Four of your friends?” He nods. “Lemme guess. Your teammates?” My little brother is on his school’s swim team. That’s how he stays so incredibly lean. “Mm-hmm,” he mutters. He takes my dick out of his mouth just long enough to add, “And coach.” I chuckle. “You fucking slut. You’re the team cocksucker, and your coach is even in on it?” He nods, while continuing to give my dick the attention it needs. “Goddamn, dude. I’m so proud of you.” And to drive the point home, I grab both sides of his head and pull him firmly down into my crotch, getting my cock to press against the entrance to his throat. He’ll open up in a minute. He always makes sure I’m good and wet first. When he comes up for a breath, he adds to his story. “I’m always the last one out of the locker room. I won’t go home until I know everyone gets their needs met.” “You’re such a good cocksucker. I’m sure they love having you around.” “And sometimes… when we lose a meet…” He’s getting shy. That doesn’t happen often. This must be good. I egg him on. “Yeah? What happens when you lose?” “Sometimes they’ll send me to the other team to reward them.” “Holy fuck, dude. They get to use you as a victory prize?” He’s already back on my dick, so all I hear is a muffled “mm-hmm” as he nods his head. “That’s amazing. You’re awesome, little buddy.” He goes back to sucking like he means it, and my mind drifts a bit. That comfort of having a warm mouth wrapped around my hard cock while my head swirls with a hint of G and booze can be a perfect way to end the week. Wait a second. Weekend. It’s Friday. “Hang on, it’s Friday. Did you have a swim meet today?” He nods again. I see his butt start wagging a bit, and I can tell he’s starting to smile around my cock. This kid’s got a secret he wants to tell. The little fucker. No wonder he’s so eager. “And did your team lose today’s meet?” He nods once more. “You fucking slut. You went to the other team, didn’t you?” Another nod. “And how many of their swimmers did you take?” He comes up for a breath. “All of them.” He grins from ear to ear. “I took all the swimmers’ swimmers.” My eyes get bigger and beam with pride. “Wait, they bred you?” Nods and a full smile. “The whole team?” More nods, and he starts to chuckle. “Holy fuck, dude. You’re incredible. Wait…did they…are they… Do you still have their baby batter up your hole?” When I asked that, my little brother looks up at me with more pride than I’ve ever seen on his face before. He licks the underside of my cock, just to show he’s hot shit, before beaming with confidence as he adds, “And their coach’s.” I bust out in amazed laughter. “By the way, the coach’s son is one of their team members.” My eyes double in size. “Holy fuck, bro. You really are the best goddamn slut at your school, aren’t you?” “Well, they said in the whole county.” He smiles, pretending to be bashful. But I can tell he’s really, seriously, legitimately proud of himself here. And so he should be. To have such a glowing reputation at such a young age is more than an accomplishment. It’s an honor. I try and boost that confidence. “Little buddy, I am so proud of you. Goddamn, you’re amazing. You’ve really become the most amazing little slut, just like we’ve been working toward all these years, haven’t you?” He nods with pride. And wags a little again. “Come here, buddy.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight to show my support. But the feeling of his skin against mine immediately distracts me, and my other head starts doing all the thinking. I start groping his body, in love with the lean form in front of me. I run a hand down his back, down his crack, and almost to his hole. Except there’s a butt plug in the way. I look up at him. He instantly beams a smile. “See? I listen to what you teach me.” “Oh fuck, buddy. You plugged yourself to keep all the jizz inside?” “Yep. I keep a plug in my locker at school just in case. Totally came in handy today.” “Holy shit. So it’s all still in you? All of it? It’s all fresh.” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Oh, fucking hell, buddy. I have got to sink my dick into your worn-out hole. I need to feel that swim team’s cum coating my cock.” “I hoped you’d say that. Do me a favor first?” “For you, buddy? Anything. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so hungry to get at that boy hole.” “Hang on a second.” He hops up and scampers off to the other room, leaving me a bit confused and way more than a bit horny. When he comes back, he’s carrying a familiar tray, and I finally understand his aspirations for the weekend. For this little cumslut, taking an entire swim team — and their coach! — isn’t enough. The tray contains four swabs and two points. My cock throbs. “Oh, shit. You’re really ready.” “Mm-hmm” is all he says. I play along, eager to see what this kid has in mind. “Alright. How do you want to do this?” “I wanna ride you cowboy for a bit, then bottom out balls-deep on you while you slam me. After I go nuts fucking myself on your cock for a bit, we switch to missionary. You go balls-deep again, then self-administer and let the monster out to really pound my hole like you know you want to.” Damn. Not only does this kid have it all planned out, but he knows how to make a sales pitch. How could I say no to that? “You got it, buddy. That sounds awesome. Anything else you want me to do to help make this your perfect weekend?” “Not yet.” He smirks. “Gotta save some surprises for later.” I chuckle. “You’re trying to take control this weekend, aren’t you?” He giggles a bit because I saw through him. “Yeah, kinda. How am I doing so far?” “I’m totally following your lead. Let’s do this.” “Awesome.” “Here, gimme those points, then suck my dick for a minute. Get me as hard as I can get and get yourself so desperate for cock you can’t resist sitting on it.” He hands me the tray, and I set it on the end table beside me, within easy reach, as he goes to town on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as steel and halfway down his throat. He comes up for breath, gasping for a second. “Can I sit on it now?” “Fuck, dude. You can do whatever you want to me.” He smiles with a bit more naughtiness than I expected. Plans within plans, I suppose. But I trust him implicitly and look forward to whatever he’s concocted. “Well, you have a job to do before I can do what I want to do to you.” I’m confused. “Oh? What’s that?” Then my brother does the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, turns around, and bends all the way over. Once he presents his ass to me, he grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide. As though the sight of his plugged hole being offered right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pushes out a bit, making the plug look like it’s throbbing. Goddamn, this kid is fucking hot. I regain a little composure and tease him right back. “I see,” is all I say. We both chuckle a bit. I put one hand on his ass cheek and wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of the plug. “Make sure you squeeze once this is out. I don’t want you wasting any of those loads unless they’re gushing out around my dick.” I hear a deep moan, and I know he’s understood. Slowly, I draw out the plug. It’s bigger than I expected, which makes me proud again. I should have known he’d need the big one, after getting pounded by the whole team. The plug slowly exits his hole, and he does a real good job sealing tight once it’s out. Only a single droplet leaks out, and I quickly take a finger and spread the boy juice around his beautiful ass lips. Much as I want to taste his hole right now, I know he’s holding a lot in, and I want to feel the cum surround my dick more than I need it covering my face. One thing at a time. “There ya go, buddy. Good job. Now, you ready to ride your big bro’s fuck stick?” The crude name makes him go a little weak for a second. He glances up at me with that pleading look back on his face. “Fuck yeah. I need that inside me so badly.” “Then go right ahead. You’ve earned it, you little slut.” Without another word, my brother climbs up and puts one foot on either side of my thighs, straddling me as my rock-hard cock stands up and aims for its target: that sweet, tight, cum-filled boy hole is on its way to engulf my cock. He closes his eyes as the head of my dick makes contact with his sphincter. I can tell he’s concentrating on staying tight to keep the cum in but loosening up enough to allow my dick to enter. I’m pretty thick, too, so it takes work. I’m patient. He gets all the time he needs. Hell, he’s earned it already today. Eventually, slowly, the head of my dick, coated with his throat slime, slides past his entrance. We each take in a sharp breath, surprised by the sudden pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s nothing. Wait til you get the whole thing inside you.” He moans again as his head rolls back a bit in ecstasy. “And wait til I slam you and turn you into a depraved hole.” He smiles while he moans this time. He keeps pressing down on my dick, making slow and steady progress toward the base. He’s taken half of me already, with serious concentration on his face, but no sign of pain or hesitation. Well, we are in cowboy position, after all. And this ain’t his first time at the rodeo. When his hole hits my crotch, and every last inch of my penis has disappeared inside his ass, he sighs. It might have been the first time he exhaled since I first penetrated him, for all I know. He opens his eyes, looks right into mine, and gets a cock-eyed smirk as he starts grinding his hips into my pelvis. This time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out an involuntary grunt. Like I said — it’s not his first time at the rodeo. This kid knows what he’s doing. I love fucking this boy. His hole is so tight, his body is so perfect, his face is so cute, it sends my libido off the charts every time. And tonight, I feel the warm wetness gushing all around my dick — the sperm of the opposing team collected in my brother’s guts and offered as a gift to me. Goddamn, he’s a filthy slut. And I love him for it. He’s eager tonight, too. He starts bucking and writhing, experimenting with the angle and seeing how deep he can get my cock inside him. Each of us makes regular grunts and gasps as the sensations border on overwhelming. Eventually, he leans forward a little and puts his hands on either side of my rib cage. He gets up onto his feet instead of his knees, giving him more freedom of movement. He uses that to his advantage and starts impaling himself hard on my dick, going almost the full length of my shaft with every stroke. It’s almost an anger fuck for the intensity. And damn, it feels good. The added motion makes his balance a bit more precarious, and I grab his arms to add stability. As I do, I feel the solid meat of his well-developed biceps. I start admiring the definition he’s gaining from working out and swimming so much. I also admire the veins he has kris-crossing his forearms, making him look more powerful than his thin frame suggests. His veins are gorgeous, and they really kick my lust into overdrive. They also remind me: I have a job to do. While my little brother keeps grinding himself onto my cock, I reach over and grab an alcohol wipe. I tear open the packet, which gets his attention. He opens his eyes, sees what I’m doing, smiles, and slows his pace. He bottoms out on the base of my dick and starts playing with the angle to see just how deep he can get me. That way, he’s still having fun, but the extra motion has calmed down. Once more, I admire the gorgeous, vascular forearms in front of me. I look from one to the other, look up at his face, and lift my eyebrows in unspoken question. He understands immediately and nods ever so slightly down to his left. I wipe the inside of his left elbow crease, removing any traces of things that could ruin his day. I set down the pad and pick up the needle. Most guys use a strap to make it easier to find a target, but this kid’s arms read like a road map. It’s like his body is offering his circulatory system to me, inviting me to penetrate it. And that’s exactly what I do. The little slut watches, entranced, as I find a thick, obvious vein and gently insert the needle into it. His face flinches ever so slightly, but his right hand immediately finds his meaty cock and starts jerking it. The kid is turned on by watching me administer his slam. He is so fucking hot. I get the needle tip right where it needs to be, and I pull back on the plunger. A flash of deep red shocks the syringe to life. He makes a quick gasp; I let out a low moan. We both know that’s the all-clear sign. We both know he’s about to take off, and our party’s about to start. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You ready?” I ask. “Please…” is all he says. “Good boy.” I press the plunger in.

My regular came over last night. Of course we fucked and he came inside me. It was late and we both fell asleep Hi dick was still inside me. About two hours later we both sort of woke up I realized his dick was still inside me. He whispered how did I like it It was wonderful Of course he got hard and blew another load in me. His dick stayed in my ass for about three hours When he did pull out I felt empty next time maybe all night with his dick on me

Well, I don't know that this is the best forum to be asking that sort of question, but you could do worse - there are a lot of people here who have learnt long ago not to make too many assumptions about what makes people tick. First off, I would advise you to get some professional help. I say that because you are so wholly blindsided by the situation. This is not something you ever imagined or thought about, and you have no context for it. Some of the things people will say here may be hard to figure, because they may take for granted that you know things that you really don't know at all. As to the situation, let me take a stab at sorting it a little. Mind you, I may be way off base, but at least you can see how one outsider looks at things: Tom is your BFF. You've been friends with him all your life. That means, in my book, that you love him - you have strong feelings for him and a relationship that qualifies in human terms as familial. Suddenly, you've discovered that buried inside, you have a physical attraction as well. That's actually a totally normal thing to happen, and "gay" and "straight" don't come into it at all. So cut yourself some slack there. What to do about it? First of all, you don't have to do anything. You could keep quiet about it and have things go on just as they did. It would simply be very uncomfortable for you. Unrequited feelings also happen all the time. You might get used to it and be able to live with it. You might find it unendurable. But it won't kill you, and probably won't drive you crazy. On the other hand, it sounds like you're in the under 35 age bracket. From what I've seen (even here in rural WV, which is a pretty conservative area), many people in that generation and the one following have much more open ideas about sex and sexuality than people my age (though not all of us oldsters are prudes). So it might be OK to talk with Tom about it. It might even be OK to act on it. He wouldn't necessarily feel the same way you do, but people have sexual relations for all kinds of reasons, not just because they have lust for one another. So be gentle with yourself, take care of yourself, and work through it patiently. The thing you're dealing with is not simple or easy, but many people have done it over many years, and you can, too. I'll close with this: My BFF (we met in college) came on to me while were were in college, though he is definitely basically straight. We have played several times, and it has always been a wonderful treat. Neither of us have ever really had the hots for the other. It's been simply a physical expression of love.

Nice framing. Also, clever alternative to a jockstrap.

The heat is still pretty bad here in Dallas so there's more guys on apps rather than out on the trails and I got messaged by this skinny white guy this morning. Slender smooth body, 20, about 6' tall, long lanky dirty blonde hair, long slender uncut cock, so-so looking face looking to fuck and get fucked back home for the summer from UT. Yep, he certainly looks UT, probably smokes a lot of weed, hooks up with guys from bars, goes to Hippy Hollow to sunbathe nude, maybe hook up with guys and go into the woods to fuck. Looking at his pics its clear he sunbathes nude so he fits the type. He's upfront about wanting it raw and as his profile says he's neg I say I'm down to take his load and give him mine. He can host once his parents go to work and so I shower and head over at the time he said, texting once I get there. He messaged back it was cool to come in and so I did. He greeted me at the door wearing nothing but a pair of nylon shorts and I was struck by how deep his voice was and that he had a slight drawl. He smelled like weed and asked me if I wanted to smoke a quick bowl or if I just wanted to get down to it. I said I'd be down for a bowl and he said to hang out for a second as we went back to his room to grab his stuff. As he did I was looking around at the house and could see pictures of what was likely him in high school and it was kind of surprising as he was pretty clean cut with short hair. UT Austin will do that to you. He came back and we headed out on patio to smoke. As we smoked we chatted a bit. He'd already been upfront that he's not looking to date as he heads back to school in August and is just looking for fun with guys and maybe a regular thing. He was upfront about getting with other guys and I'd said that wasn't a problem, not pressing for more details, and he chuckled at that saying he guessed I got with other guys too. I didn't lie and said I did and he chuckled again saying he was glad I was honest and that so many guys online were uptight about that or slut shamed, especially because he wanted it raw. He was worried he wouldn't have luck back in Dallas with guys and that it was much more laid back and fun in Austin. I told him how jealous I was as Dallas felt the same to me. He joked that he was doing OK in Dallas with a smirk and I teased saying he must be getting plenty and he pretty admitted he was. We paused at times to shotgun back and forth and soon we stopped smoking and were kissing more. He'd laid back and I was on top of him grinding my hard cock on him as we kissed. I'm sure he was aching to take my seed as much as I wanted to take his and he was a surprisingly good kisser. He's hard too and we're both starting to sweat and he suggests we should go inside. We're both rock hard as we head into the house and I notice he has a massive wet spot in the front of his shorts so clearly he's precumming pretty hard. As we head into his bedroom he pulls off his shorts and I can see his cock is absolutely covered in precum, so much that it looks like he shot his load and a thick rope of cum is slowly stretching down to the floor. He loops a big gob of it with his hand and puts it up to my mouth and I eagerly lick it off his hand, enjoying how tasty his cum is. I quickly pull off my clothes and get on his bed and he tells me to go face down and I can feel him smearing his precum on my ass and teasing my hole with his cock head as he fingers his precum in my hole add his spit to the mix. He's slowly sliding his cock in me and as I've been fucked recently I'm not exactly giving much resistance. He's balls deep in me pretty quickly and I'm loving how deep his cock is inside me as he's kissing and nibbling the back of my neck telling me how nice my ass feels. He must be throwing off a lot of precum as he's gliding inside me easily as he's caressing my body and telling me softly how much he wants to cum inside me. I'm telling him how bad I want his load and not long after I can feel him blasting it inside me. He's panting and his breath slows as he keeps kissing my neck telling me how hot a fuck I was. He slides out of me and rolls me on back and asks me if I like to rim guys. I say I'm not really into that, so he asks me to finger his ass while he gives me a blowjob and swings around so he can suck me and his ass is close so I can finger it. He's giving me a great blow job and I have to tell him a number of times to slow his roll as I'm really close to cumming and finally he switches around to straddle my cock and starts working up my cock and his ass with his spit, slowly lowering his ass down on my cock. I'm having a flashback to Caleb, the twink that rode me the same way a few days ago and know that I get way too excited and cum quickly when a guy rides my cock, but I know I can easily pop a second load in this guy and that he's also clearly not a first time and not going to freak. I'm balls deep in him quickly and he's very verbal riding my cock, saying he loves how thick my cock is, how bad he wants my load, and for me not to pull out. I'm egging him on, telling him to beg for my dick and cum, to tell me he wants to get bred like a slut and he does as he's told, calling himself a dirty slut, a cum pig, and a cum dumpster. I was kind of shocked that he went there, but I guess maybe that's how verbal he likes to get. I'm guessing he's all of those things too, probably hooking up with random guys all the time in Austin and letting them breed him raw, no questions asked. He's loving it and I give him the load he wants so bad. He's been frantically jerking his cock and tells me he's about to cum and gets off my dick and spreads my legs, shoving his cock inside me again. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders as he's pounding me balls deep and pulling out almost all the way, drilling me hard. I'm loving it and soon feel him blast another load deep inside me with a loud groan. He's panting and sweating like crazy and slides out of my collapsing on top me, kissing me as he does, thanking me for giving him what he wanted. I almost want to laugh as I got two loads off of him and more than anything I was wanting to get fucked. That I got to load his ass was the icing on the cake. We keep kissing and he tells me he'd like this to be a regular thing if I'm cool with it. I tell him that would be cool but he admits he can only host while his parents are at work. I tell him I live at home with my parents but can do car play or outdoors if he's down. He says he is and that he normally sneaks out of his house to hook up with guys once his parents go to bed at night, which confirms him being a slut like me. I laugh and tell him I do the same thing and he playfully slaps me and says we're too much alike. He tells me he's glad that I don't mind he plays around and I laugh saying its not like we're dating and I've got no room to talk as I play around too. He laughs at that saying that's why he likes me and adds he likes to keep it no strings and light and easy. I say I do too and I kind of don't know where to go after all this. Part of me wants to hang with him and maybe fuck him again, but I don't want to be too clingy. Part of me wants to shower, but mostly I want to have his smell on me and his cum inside me for as long as I can. Finally I tell him I want to fuck him again and he obediantly drops down to suck me hard. Once hard he straddles me again, this time no spit, just his sloppy cummy ass taking my raw cock. He's right to the nasty talk telling me to cum in his his slutty ass and how bad he wants my cum. As he's riding me I'm enjoying him stroking his long cock, wishing he had another load to drill in me, but also guessing as soon as I left he was going to line up another guy to come over and breed him raw. He has all day and nothing to do and I'm guessing that with his body he'd have no shortage of guys wanting to load his ass, especially knowing he takes it bareback. I'm guessing by the end of the day he'll probably have hooked up with another 2 or 3 guys and begged for their seed as they breed him too. Maybe do like I do and go to the gym and find guys to breed him in the shower. Or hang out at the trail hoping to find a guy and maybe go somewhere and park, riding his dick raw and letting him cum in his ass too. He's all too eager a slut like me and I've worked myself up and blast another load deep in his guts as he's screaming for me to cum inside him. I'm thinking of the clean cut image of him in the p‏e in the living room and clearly he is not his parents clean-cut young boy anymore. He is a dirty cum whore who loves having random guys come by to load his ass raw. Once we're done he asks me if I want to shower and I say I'm good. Honestly, I want all of his sweat, cum, and funk on me for as long as I can. I slip my clothes back on and thank him for the fun. He walks me to the door naked and asks what I'm up to later. I say I have no plans and to message me but that it'd be hot to hook up again. He agreed with that and gave me a deep kiss before I headed out. Clearly he's going to have a lot of fun before he heads back to school.

The guys gasp at the cold as it goes in, but the love the feel of it melting. I fuck them, hitting that nugget of melting jizz repeatedly. My dick ends up covered. It makes for great ass to mouth action.

Sure, if the GOP would stop banning what some of us are perfectly happy to let our children attend (like Drag Queen Story Hour). NOBODY on the left is demanding that all kids be rounded up and forced to listen to Verandah Gazebo read Snow White. But lots of people on the RIGHT are demanding that such events be banned - that public venues be closed to them - that people who allow children to attend such things be charged with child endangerment. It's pretty clear who's forcing whose values onto whom.

I hope this daddy isn’t dating himself, but I’m just trying to inject some humor into this. I hope my young bottom boys know who the Church Lady was. Maybe The Church Lady can answer your question. 😂 I

Chapter 1. God, I am a bastard. I found myself at loose ends for the first time in my life. For the past twenty years, I lived and breathed the Marines. I joined fresh out of high school at 17, and had my twenty at 37. I wasn’t really sure I was going to leave the service, but that decision was largely taken away from me when I popped positive on an HIV test. The whys and hows of my conversion are a different story, though. Do you know how limiting being positive is to a military career? The short answer is very. They do not kick you out, but they really limit what you can do. So here I was at 37, retired with half pay and a whole lot of time, and every constant from my life removed. I had a lot of money in the bank (even with the low pay, 20 years of almost no expenses adds up), full military benefits, and an honorable discharge. I was so bored. When I couldn’t stand living in my own head anymore, I decided to go back and get a college degree. Really, that is where this story begins. I decided on Civil Engineering not because of any particular interest, but because the Department of Labor showed the highest 20-year growth in that field of all the engineering fields. I applied for, and was accepted at the University of Texas at Austin. Honestly, I think I was accepted solely because of my military service, but beggars can’t be choosers. At the freshman orientation, I was very uncomfortable. Here I was at 37, 20 years older than everyone around me. At this point I really started to question my decision, but fate intervened. Call it providence, call it fate, or call it luck, but I bumped into someone just a handful of years younger than me who was going back to finish his degree. He was a nice guy who showed me around campus (he lived in Austin) and gave me the info on living in Austin. He also offered to help me get up to speed on all the math I had never taken or just completely forgot. If I had not met him, the rest of this story would not be possible. Now I should say that I had not been sexually active since my diagnosis. Being in the military so long, I had long since gotten used to suppressing my sexual needs. I just took that energy and used it to improve my body (which was already in good shape), increasing my workouts until I was in the best shape of my life. That continued until after my first semester had started. Now I suppose I should describe myself, just to keep some of you interested. I am a nicely built 6’, around 220 lb of lean muscle. My coloring is pretty average, brown hair, blue eyes, a moderate amount of hair on my chest. I am a good looking guy, not great, but not ugly by any means. I still, to this day, wear a high and tight. One of my better features though is my cock. I was blessed with a thick, veiny cock, still intact, that while not gargantuan was a very nice 7.5” long, 6” around. Not the largest by any means, but quite respectable. Now my buddy, who I will call S, really helped me out when I started. He let me stay in his house for a couple months while I got my shit together, showed me around town, and helped me come out of my shell. It turned out he was gay as well. He was pretty open about it, but it took me longer to open up. 37 years in the closet will do that to you. He also convinced me to join some student organizations, just to round out my college experience. I am glad I found him, because I don’t think I could have made it without him. The first time it happened, I really felt ashamed of myself. I found myself at the Gregory Gym getting a late-night workout in after study tables when I caught a kid checking me out. I say kid, but he was probably around 20, but he just seemed so young to me. As I went through my routine, he kept looking up until I left the workout area. I headed in, showered quickly (a habit from the Marines I have since broken), and then headed to the steam room to relax. It is in the steam room it happened. I hadn’t been in there 5 minutes when the kid walks in. He was a handsome man with reddish blond hair, not built but not fat, with a smattering of chest hair and a trimmed goatee. He smiled at me and nodded, and I just nodded back. His next actions surprised me, though. After sitting for a few minutes, he started rubbing himself though his towel. Now at this point, I hadn’t had sex with anyone in over a year, so I went from limp to painfully erect in seconds. The lack of blood to my brain probably led to the rest of the nights actions, because rather than discouraging his behavior, as I should have, I started rubbing myself through my shorts. That was all it took. The next thing I know, he is exposed and stroking a hard, cut 6 incher. I followed suit, and before I knew it he was sucking me down his throat. At this point, what little rational thought I had left, and that leaving changed my life and probably his forever. I don’t know what came over me, but next thing I know I am standing behind him, one arm around his chest, the other around his cock, with my cock leaking a river of precum into the cleft of his ass. After a minute or two of this treatment, He was writhing and moaning, which only made me leak that much faster. Then he said three little words that would certainly change his life: "Please fuck me." I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to. I was so horned up, my only thought was getting off. I lubed him up with spit and precum and worked my cock into his bare ass. It was pure bliss. After giving him a minute or two of gentle fucking, I started to really pound into him. For over a year I had denied myself this, and I just couldn’t help myself. He had one hand braced against the wall, one hand stroking his dick, and was backing into me as if he just couldn’t get enough. His downfall, however, was when he came. I could feel his already tight ass clamp down on my cock and I quickly followed him over the edge. It felt like I shot a gallon of cum in his ass in what was probably the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I kept myself in there for a couple of minutes while I recovered; only pulling out when he started stepping away. When I pulled out, a fat wad of cum followed, splatting on the floor and it was then my senses returned to me. I had just fucked him bare, came in his ass, and I was positive. It was quite distressing to me, and I quickly left the gym feeling enormously guilty. The part I felt worst about though was how much I enjoyed it. I liked the thought of my cum filling his ass, of him going back to his dorm or apartment and sleeping with a piece of me in him. I shouldn’t like it, I should be disgusted with it, but god help me I did. That is how it began.

This is my hole

Fuck yeah that dumb jockbro Kenta getn his jockpussy spun n bred raw so fukn hot every time I read it

To me it's one of the most intimate things 2 men can do together. All men, regardless of their place in society have the primal need to spread their seed hardwired into them. It's one of the great equalizers in life. To be able to get another man off and be the receptacle for his seed is a great honour and a privilege.

All right. Pretty close [think before following links] https://www.boyfriendtv.com/videos/974835/full-on-fuck-a-thon-x-lots/

I concur. Silverdaddies has not been a useful place for me either as people aren't sex positive, sex forward, or piggy enough in my experience.

I think it's because our refusal to "toe their cultural line", which is interpreted as flipping them (and their values) off. It's interpreted as dissing them. It's interpreted as marginalizing the already extant sense of marginalization. They think gay folk are beneath them, and we know we aren't - we're merely equal to them. Thus, the Republican interest in repressing not only gays, but other groups they feel is beneath them on the social order. I am not alluding to the validity of the conservative viewpoint; there are liberal/conservative parties in nations across the globe, and they usually managed to work together to advance the lives of their citizens. We can do our best to work with them, as equal citizens, and try our best to achieve small advancements in caring for the welfare of all our citizens. We must vote in every single election. Proof positive has been amply demonstrated that the down-ballot elections matter tremendously. Take part in local politics. Let our voices be heard, and not in an antagonizing way. We can set an example in the practice of citizenship. Thanks for the questions. I hope other guys respond as well.

I just checked Facebook to determine when I actually became positive and it was October of 2014 (i know the actual date it happened, but not who it was - story for another time). I went on a work trip about two weeks after the weekend it happened and had the fuck flu of all fuck flus in my hotel room. Anyway, to the questions; I don't regret it and at first, I don't think I was chasing but that evolved. When I started full time barebacking, there was no prep, and so a lot of guys would only reveal they were poz if asked and even then a lot of them would lie. These were also the days of Craigslist hookups and right at the start of BBRT - manhunt was much more prevalent so you still had to hunt for bb versus safe dudes a lot. I started barebacking around 2002 for the first time, then gave up condoms entirely in about 2008. I'd say I avoided guys I knew to be poz until about 2008. I think I started chasing after August 2008 when I remember (and still have the email...see pic) when I took my first poz load knowingly. I was drunk (must have been sunday funday), he was some hot motorcycle riding black dude. I remember being nervous but really excited and horny for his dick and load and I think the switch flipped after that night and I definitely pursued poz guys with more vigor and got turned on more knowing they were. It took six years of a ton of barebacking for me to poz, including party weekends and such where I'd really go out of control. Lots of fun times and hot moments so no, not looking back with regret. Life impact - now with prep, even when it comes to neg guys, it's far less of a concern it seems than it used to be and I feel like chasing is becoming slightly less underworld than it used to be. And if the neg guy is really that concerned and you're on meds, he's probably ill informed and going to be a boring fuck. lol In terms of the meds, I've had great insurance when on meds so that hasn't impacted me. Having to remember to take a pill every day around the same time with food is sometimes annoying but now there's even bi-monthly shots so it's becoming more of a thing that's just background in your life. In the broader world of straights and what not, there's still a lot of information and stigma about being HIV positive, so if you're open about it, you should be ready for that. I don't think becoming positive in and of itself is sexually liberating, though mentally I think it can be a blocker for people who might want to go to something like a sex party but won't because they are concerned about becoming positive. I know some poz guys who are more conservative than almost anyone. So if you're conservative and a sex party is scary, pozzing won't change that in and of itself. There are also still health matters to consider after you're poz (e.g. STIs), so if you have any holdbacks on feeling liberated, pozzing alone isn't gonna change that I don't think. P.S. I'm sure "Jason Borne" was not the guys real name (I think my display name was "BB Seattle" or something like that for Craigslist emalis), but I also don't think I ever asked.

It is just a matter of time and Mark is going to tell this old guy to cum in his ass. I feel that the old guy does want permission to cum and once he gets it there will be an awesome orgasm in Marks ass. Mark wants it, he just doesn`t realize it yet but he will.

I'm not saying pedophiles are all right-wingers. I'm saying that most of the ones publicly identified are affiliated with right-leaning groups - churches, the Boy Scouts, Republican elected officials, etc. They're also the ones most loudly insisting that all gay people are pedophiles-in-waiting, just looking to lure in other people's kids. It's projection.

I concur 100% 👍 Parents of children can decide what their children can and CANNOT watch or listen to. We can agree to NOT force our values on others. Can we not?

Got messaged by this skinny kinda trashy pale redheaded dude in his late 20s this morning seeing if I wanted to hook up. I love trashy guys like him and wanted to be chill and not tip my hand at how into him I am. He was pushing really hard for me to host, but I made it clear I couldn't but was cool for car play. He wasn't and finally asked me if doing it in a garage was OK. I asked for details and he admitted he had a partner but didn't feel comfortable having me in the house to fuck, but they have a separate garage and an alley door where I could come in and we could do it in there. It wasn't air conditioned and honestly, with the heat and humidity it sounded like fucking hell. He wanted to give and receive raw and against my better judgement I said, what the fuck. I had to wait until after his BF went to work and did as told, parking my truck on the street and wandering down the alley to the garage that was marked as he described. He was already in there waiting for me and we both stripped down and started kissing. He was exactly as described and he admitted he was so worked up that he wanted to fuck me first then have me fuck him. I was jerking him pretty hard and he had to keep telling me to slow my roll as he was getting close to cumming. Eventually he told me to bend over the hood of a car parked in there. I could feel lube hitting my ass and soon his cock head forcing his way in me, slowly at first, then more aggressively. He'd barely been stroking in me long before he let out a loud groan and I could feel him explode inside my ass. He was apologizing profusely, saying he didn't do this often and got too excited, but I noticed he was still stroking inside me. I said it was OK and he reassured me he had more and kept stroking. I was now more verbal, saying how hot his dick felt in me, how bad I wanted his cum and begging him not to pull out of me. He seemed to really enjoy that and went with it, telling me to beg for his load. I fed into that and soon enough he pumped another load balls deep in me, collapsing on top of me panting. I laughed saying I guessed he needed it and he said what he really needed was for me to fuck him the same way. He slid out of me and bent over the hood and I did a spit and stick as he didn't offer me lube. He let out a massively loud groan and started eagerly telling me to fuck him hard. He was telling me how bad he wanted it, how good my cock felt and not to pull out, telling me to use him. I started calling him a slut and a whore and he was agreeing, telling me he was a cheating whore. I love nothing more than hearing guys are cheating on their BFs, GFs, wives, husbands, or whatever and I went with it, telling him that he probably got bred by lots of guys. He said he did and I said how hot it was that he let random guys breed his ass. He admitted he did and how bad he wanted my load and I pumped it balls deep inside him without stopping my strokes. He begged me not to pull out and said how bad he wanted my seed. I said there was more where that came from and kept stroking. I was wondering how much was true and how much was just talk, but if I was here breeding him raw in a garage and totally random I could only guess he's taken more than a few loads this way. That he hadn't asked my status told me this guy was a pig and just wanted to breed and get bred and so I pumped a second load in him calling him a slut and a whore which he loudly agreed he was. It was my turn to collapse on him and mark him with my sweat as well, licking the sweat off his body and telling him how hot he was. I slid out of him and he dropped to his knees to suck me clean, showing me what a pig he truly is. Once he was satisfied he stood up and again we were kissing deeply and intensely. He thanked me for being understanding about having to do it out in the garage and I admitted it kind of made it hotter and he agreed. I could tell he'd done it before and was tempted to ask, but thought the better of it. I told the truth and said the garage setting made it hotter and he admitted to doing it before in the garage and liked having random guys fucking him that way. And I had my answer. He was a dirty slutty cum pig who liked getting rawdogged by random guys like me. We swapped numbers and he asked if I could come by to fuck in the garage late nights as sometimes he did that too. I said that was cool and was kind of hard again knowing he was slipping out of his home and his BF and letting random dudes breed him raw in the garage. We kissed some more and I got him hard again and he joked I should stop before I got him hard again. I told him to text me again and hoped he would.

Chapter 16: Breed Me Hard! After Marc pulled out, I cleaned his cock, and he ate his load from my ass, snowballing it with me. We continued our conversation which was Inturpted by his need to breed. I explained to Marc that my step dad was very caring, and that he was open in letting me decide if I wanted him to poz me. It was a true connection between us. Both romantic and piggy at times. Marc said he loved that connection. I told him deep down, I knew my step dad wanted to poz me, and later learned that my real dad also had that desire. Marc told me he'd be honored to have me his gifter, just like I was honored to have my step dad be my gifter. I told Marc it was simply his choice. I didn't tell him that I had hoped for him to be my first son. As I thought about it, I f Marc decided he didn't want to become poz, id still breed him if he was on Prep. Deep down I however saw the fire in his eyes knowing he would let me gift him. It could be sooner, it could be later. Marc then looked at me and said breed me again. He said he didn't want it to be romantic as he wanted to see the piggy side of me. And he got it! I picked him off of the bed, slapped his face and then spit on his face. I noticed a necktie hanging in his closet, and grabbed it, tying his hands together, and throwing him ass up of the bed. I grabbed a bottle of poppers, taking several deep hits before sticking my finger up his ass, making sure that my fingernails were scratching the inside of his ass. Marc had never verbally committed to me pozzing him, but his actions said yes to me. I looked around to see if there was a visible toothbrush, however I didn't see one. Probably a good thing as at that point I would have brushed him hard. I thrust my dry cock in him in one strong thrust, making him yelp out in pain. The only lube was a small amount of blood from me fingering him. I didn't let him adjust to my cock. He got long hard strokes, with me pulling completely out on each one. I made him repeatedly tell me that he wanted my toxic seed. There was no hesitation in his voice. The more often he said it, the harder I pounded his negative ass. I fucked him for a good 15-20 minutes before I felt my nutsack pulling up, and then my cock starting to pulse inside his eager ass. This time the load went in shallow so that my poison could seep into his torn ass lining. I pulled a butt plug from the desk, and jammed it up his hole so my seed could simmer inside of him. Marc just laid there like a limp doll, with me on top of him. Our session was one of the most intense I've ever had with anyone. I untied Marc's hands, and we cuddled each other until our sweaty bodies simply fell asleep. No words were spoken. They didn't need to be, as the smiles on our face simply said it all.

The Guy who wrote this was #3 and had really good penmanship. I was Assup in a motel in SF and took 9 loads.

After some use

I have been loaded in many odd places. One of the most nemorable was in a US Post Office Truck on my back with my legs up in the air parked on a dirt road near my home. The top was a really hot local substitute mailman who also attended a local college on a baseball scholarship. He was lean with a muscular chest, tan and dusted with dark hair. The same dark hair tufted out ftom under his cap and really set of his crystal blue eyes. I had sucked him off before at a local rest area, and I knew that at the bottom of a very sexy treasure trail he had an impressive slugger (a think 9 inches at least). He drove by the park by my house, and we met in the bathroom. I started to suck him off, but he wanted to fuck me in his truck. I was really turned on. It was July, and those trucks have no air conditioners. We were sweating buckets. His sweat was dripping on me as he was battering my hole. It turned me on more. I was licking the sweat off his chest and he would really get intense and bite my shoulders and kiss. He really let me have it when he was close. He asked me if I wanted his come. My response was "fucking breed me" and that made him explode in my ass so hard I could feel it. Some leaked out onto peoples mail. He ripped some perfume samples and rubbed them in the area he fucked me, but I'm sure a few people had questions.

Same for me, I was hooked the first time I sucked a cock. Have been cum hungry ever since.

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

Part 6 Now don't misunderstand. My little brother was and is a total sex pig whether one on one or in a group. He's versatile and loves getting fucked and sucked just as much as he loves fucking an ass or sucking a hard cock until he gets a mouthful of cum. No matter how much booze he drinks or how much weed he smokes his dick stays hard and he's ready to get naked and nasty. After all, he's the one who seduced me when he was 18 and turned me from a straight faithful married man to loving cock and cum almost as much as he does. But despite all of that I was pretty sure he'd never done any hard drugs. So, I was excited to see what kind of slut my little brother would be once I got him fucked up on T. Chad was starting on his third hit in a row from the pipe and the two clouds so far had been big and when he looked at me I could see in his eyes the meth was already affecting him. Sitting on the hotel bed facing each other I reached out and started slowly jacking his cock as he did his third hit. “Yeah little brother, that's it. Suck that smoke in. How are you feeling buddy? It's hitting you isn't it?” I asked in a low lusty voice. My hand was almost covered in his thick precum oozing out of his piss slit in a steady stream. He blew another huge cloud then looked straight at me with a hunger in his black eyes I hadn't seen before. “Oh fuck, big bro! Oh damn man I am so horny! I'm loving this bro! Fucking loving it!” I gave a slight laugh and told him, “Yeah I can tell. I've never felt your dick so hard and big! And it almost looks like you're cumming with all the precum you're leaking.” He wrapped his fist around my own throbbing prick and squeezed tight making me moan in pleasure and pain. “Your cock is pretty damn hard and dripping too big bro. Looks like both of us need to cum bad, and soon!” Letting go of my rockhard cock, Chad moved from a sitting position so that he was laying on his back and pulling his strong muscled legs up and back toward his chest. “Fucking beautiful, little bro,” I breathed as he gave me a perfect view of his jock ass and hole. “C'mon, Lance,” he panted. “Slide your big bro hard cock in my hole and fuck me! Fuck your little brother hard and deep until you fill me up with your ropes of incest cum! Fuck me man please! I need you to fucking pound me!” I sat up on my knees and moved forward until my dripping cockhead was pressing just enough to be felt on my little brother's chemmed up anxious hole, making him groan and pull his legs back even more. “You feel that little bro?” I said softly. “You feel that wet cockhead against your asslips? That wet cockhead that belongs to your own big-dicked bro? You want my married fat cock to open up those asslips and push every bare inch inside your jock butt and fuck you until I give you the cum I should be giving my wife?” “YES, damn it! Yes Lance that's what I want. It's what I need. Shove your cheating fucking cock in my ass and pound the hell out of me! Incest fuck your little brother and breed me deep! Do it fucker! Please do it!” Chad was almost sobbing from the need to get fucked by me. A need I knew was heightened by the tina in his body. And the need I had to be inside him was something I couldn't resist any longer. “If that's what you want little brother,” I growled thrusting my hips forward powerfully and slamming all 8.5 inches up inside his tight warm hole at once. His hole clamped down tight on my meat and I knew I wouldn't last long before giving him my seed. I heard what sounded like a gurgling noise and looked at my naked little brother laying under me. His lips were open and the sound was coming from him as his eyes rolled up in his head and his back arched up off the bed. “Fucking...tight...sweet...hole,” I panted, laboring to get the words out. “A hole made for cock,” I grunted as I began withdrawing from the deepest part of his ass. “A hole made for cum,” I yelled as I drove my full length back inside him. “A hole that belongs to me you nasty fuck! I own your ass little brother and your big bro is going to take good care of it!!” I was moving in and out at an increasing pace. I could feel my nuts drawing up already to shoot their load of adulterous cum deeper inside Chad's body than I'd ever shot. Chad was writhing under my weight and the unrelenting powerfuck he was getting. He reached up and grabbed my biceps and practically screamed, “Oh gawwwdddd yes, Lance! Pound me, pound me, pound me. Make that ass yours big bro! Breed me dude! Please bro give me your fucking cum!!” His pleading and loss of all control took me over the edge and I felt my cock throb and begin firing shot after shot and rope after rope of tina cum in my little brother's clutching ass where we both wanted it to be. My most intense orgasm ever. (to be continued)

The address I received was not too far, more within the city though it didn't look so familiar. It was definitely near a bathhouse I went to once during my first year here. I asked Devin if he knew where it was and he only said that it was in a sketchy area. If I had to guess, it was probably the gay village. An area Devin was always adamant to go to since he didn't find it to be his 'crowd'. When he asked if I was going to see someone there he scoffed, asking if last night wasn't enough. I reminded him of the conversation we had before finishing it with "We can end things you know" "Maybe a break, or a pause at least?" It felt like whatever we had has been either of those. It made little difference. Not wanting to go on I said "Break, that's it. Let's do that". An "Okay." was the last thing he said before leaving the room. I crashed unknowingly on the sofa right after and woke up right before day light was about to end. I looked at my phone and it was almost 8. The only notification I got was from Ludvig, 30 minutes ago. "Here are some ideas I have for tonight. If you're comfortable, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Come by anytime around 10." There were 4 videos attached. Each lasting around 8-12 minutes with a title screen at the beginning. 1. Fluid Starting from a birds eye view, the video starts with someone around early 20s I'd say who was locked in a sling. Eyes were blindfolded and limbs chained with a metal cock cage that came with a padlock. His legs were angled higher and pulled closer to his arms to fully showcase his hole. It was clear how strong he was tied for any attempts he made showed no difference in his position. The struggle he made at the start was perhaps from being awake. It could also perhaps be him having second thoughts. But then again, it was short lived. I'd imagine if I was him, it was only to get comfortable. The next camera angle was now above like the first but titled at a 45 degree to face the hole and showed the rest of the room. It was probably mounted on the sling, right in between the legs. The room was dark and lit by about 2 or 3 hanging lightbulbs at its corner. The walls were exposed brick with some sides graffitied, indecipherable in its scribbles. Among the gibberish tags I saw, I only recognized a biohazard symbol in circle. Its proximity to one of the light bulbs gave a better view of the wall than the rest. There was no other furniture, just broken crates and pallets scattered. Some blurry figures were sitting on them. The only opening in the room was an arch with its hinges remained. There were chips of wood hanging on its other side. Not much can be seen further pass it. The hallway following it was pitch black, darker than the room was and fizzy from the video. It was a black hole in the video. Motionless and being able to breathe as his sole action, his body was partially covered in foam below his head and a group of men encircled him, all in different kinds of leather masks that revealed the eyes. Most were nude or topless. Some in chaps, some in jocks, some only in denim jeans and a stained white tank top. There wasn't a fixed attire. Most had a decent body shape. Either they were muscular skinny, defined to the bones, or built massive with a strong and thick belly. I'd place Ludvig's type in between. They were all hairier than most of the men I've been with. They were definitely mature. A strange desire in me reignited again. The reflection from their glistened and sweaty body made up for the lack of brightness in the room. Two of them, who I now identify one as Ludvig came closer to the sling. Ludvig had a leather leotard on with his crotch fully exposed. I knew it was him from the scorpion at his back, claws now covered by the straps. His mask was a regular eye mask, mouth and nose still identifiable. The man opposite of him was in a chained harness and knee high boots. Nothing else besides a closed latex mask with openings at eyes, nose and mouth. His cock was big, fatter than Ludvig's, given that the cockring he wore was more visible than Ludvig's from watching the video. The girth was comparable, and the length I've yet to tell. Both men were still flaccid. Each were holding a safety blade, lifting their respective arms as they came closer to the foamed up body. Each blade focused on one part of the body. Ludvig had the bottom and the other had the top. As the blades touched, a time lapse started, fast forwarding the shaving process. They were delicate in their work. Not one minor cut. The boy in the sling made little movements, though any move was due to adjusting himself to how bare his skin was getting. As the foam was wiped, I saw how originally this person had hair as much as the men in the room. As the video progressed, he now had less and less. Each time the men glided their blade, it became clearer how beautifully shaped this boy's body was. His pecs were firmly round and his abs were protruding. The lower V part of his abdomen was no longer hidden. Stripping the hair from his pits made his biceps more prominent. The shave was like an act of sculpting. Ludvig was precise in stripping any hair from the boy's pubic hair, accomplishing his shave with only a single movement at each part. Even at the hole, he was swift. It was also at this point where both men, with little work left, took the liberty in being rewarded. Ludvig started to relish the hole after wiping the remaining lather while his coworker with the high boots was holding the boy's mouth wide open to take his cock. Finally I can see him hard. Like Ludvig, it grew exponentially. The length was longer and the boy could only take half before coughing, saliva dripping in agony. Light slaps on the face from high boots caused the boy to recollect himself and breathe before attempting again. This time, only a quarter of his cock was left. High boots was pleased, but I can tell not satisfied yet. Ludvig, still rimming relentlessly, enjoyed how smooth the hole was. His favourite kind to rim. As the boy chocked on high boot's cocks, he was also enjoying his freshly shaved hole getting eaten. A pain and pleasure that not many could afford I thought. How I wish I was in that sling. The boy's struggle in taking the massive cock continued with no end in sight for high boots. He pulled out and called onto Ludvig, who looked up. He signalled a look in which he tilted his head sideways to which Ludvig just nodded. They switched places and high boots cradled the boy's ass, now coated with spit higher to his stomach. He faced the crowd around for a moment before reaching out to obtain an oral syringe from one of them. An inaudible exchanged occurred between Ludvig and him. One of them used their hand to signal something small or big with high boots opening his palm completely. Ludvig just shook his head. Immediately after, the syringe was jammed into the hole and its content fully expelled. The men were now clapping and Ludvig walked to high boots to pat him on the shoulder. Both made their way back to the crowd. Soon, the boy was now panting with haste. A smile formed, creasing both sides of his cheek as his mouth moved in flicker. The crowd was now closer to him than before, caressing his new body. Some came close to sniff and smooch parts of him where his muscles stood out. The boy could only smile on. Ludvig returned, pulling the blindfold off, face now shown. He was conventionally handsome. Very good looking but never the kind I'd imagine. His hair was brunette, pretty long but above the shoulder and most likely tied in a bun. A golden retriever kind of guy who was a gymrat I'd wager. Close to my age I imagine. Seemed like the type to play by the rules. He had a sort of innocence in him that was now filled with lust. His dilated eyes were something I'd became familiar with. Initially, in regaining his sight, his facial expression was that of shock, not just in understanding his position and who he was with but at his body. He turned to look at every direction in an instant, before looking up above to the first camera, grinning, full teeth while being engulfed by the men around him. That look of lust that's always captured in these videos. The next shot was now shaky but clearer than before, a bit brighter. Chances are it was a handheld camera that one of the participant had. The sound was now better and the chatter more audible. Most were the usual dirty talk ranging from fuck yeahs and sexy, to slut and bitch boy. The camera moved closer to the boy, being referred to as a bitch, to look up. He looked directly with the same lust, saying yeah as someone was chewing his neck. The person behind the camera then asked: "You like this bitch?" "Fuck yeah." "Letting all these men use you, fuck you?" "Oh yeah." "How does it feel like in your new skin? Looking more like a bitch boy now?" "Feels fuckin good, man." "Shit boy, we're not even halfway yet." With a wink the boy said "Bring it on" It was difficult to see the rest of the body as it was still being appreciated by crowd. As it reach to his legs, high boots was crouched, head into the hole, slowly rimming the boy. When the camera reached to him he dived deeper into the boy's hole, minimally jolting him upwards. He looked directly into the lens, taunting "Who's next? Boy's fresh hole isn't going to be fresh for too long. Ludvig! You ready?" A distant loud aye can be heard through the crowd who echoed the agreement with yeahs all around. A skinhead man who was in his late 30s came forward toward high boots and asked to be next. With no hesitation and full force, high boots pulled him down to the floor and pushed his head into the boy. The skinhead caught himself by holding onto the boy's leg, continuing high boots's work. Unlike high boots, the skinhead ravished the hole. He whispered fuck yeah and god at times. Another man then came forward to try but when skinhead refused, high boots had to pull him off and remind him of where he was. The handheld camera was still facing the hole and the rimmer. High boots pulled the camera up, look behind to see Ludvig and stared back to the lens, announcing that "It's showtime." Camera now panned to Ludvig, who approached with something in his hand. A kind of metal hollow anal ring which diameter was close to a mug. It was shiny and pre-lubed. He crouched, gave the hole another lick and inserted it in the boy who flinched at first. The muscle in his sphincter tried to resist it. Ludvig, careful not to put too much force, reposition its angle, turning it in successfully. As it popped in, the boy screamed fuck yeah in the pleasure. A few seconds ago, it was pain. With the plug in, the boy's hole was wide open. His hole was also blooming, exhibiting motions of the plug trying to expel and receive. Ludvig called high boots, whose name is Klaus. "Would you do the honour? I feel as if you've been on it longer than we have. 3 days now, yes?" "No sleep in the last 60 hours and no plans to for the next 24. I'll be glad to." He then pointed to the camera, signalling whoever behind it to catch what he was bout to do. The boy, still enjoying the plug, continued to moan. Klaus slapped the ass, grabbing the boy's attention. He asked the boy if he knew what chem piss was. The boy shook his head. Klaus asked again if he remembered that said his kink was piss. The boy now nodded. In you? Boy nodded again, faster. Klaus's last question ; Wanna feel my piss in you? Boy replied fuck yeah. With that, he relieved himself without splattering else where. Straight and direct into the boy's hole, it filled up til its edges. Any move the boy made could spill it. "Good boy, let it in now..." Slowly, the piss level lowered, flowing deeper into the boy. The room became quiet, as the crowd was fixated on the boy's hole. When the boy's inside was visible again, Ludvig took Klaus spot. It wasn't as full as Klaus had piss but he still manage to relieve himself. Again, they waited for the boy to absorb it. Moments later, the boy's moans got louder than before, shouting how fucking good he felt. He had reached another state. One that I was determined to reach. Around 5 men had the chance to piss in him. When Ludvig saw that the boy was now feeling the chem piss, he and Klaus agreed that it was enough, and announced everyone to witness the boy's new altered state. The sweat falling off him was more rapid and his pores were moist as ever. In his breaths, he begged for the crowd to fuck him, to do anything they want to him. His chest, moving upward and dow to keep up with each breathe was a sight the crowd was in awe of. The crowd watch him beg and surrender himself. Finally, Klaus placed a dildo gag to silence him, leaving only sounds of muffled moans. A stopper was put in the plug, containing what was left. The video ended with the boy, up close, gagged, drool forming by the mouth, lost in a lust that I hope to see myself in. I didn't notice how hard I got when the clip ended. It had been a while. I could jerk off right now but I didn't wanna kill the excitement for the next one. I still had 2 hours before heading out. I swiped to the next clip.

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Indeed. Back in 2016, I was happy to support Hillary Clinton, even though I understand a lot of generally progressive people had issues with some aspect of her candidacy - issues that were largely ginned up by her opponents, rather than being true "issues". What I could never grasp is how so many people who ordinarily would have held their noses and voted for the Democrat anyway, failed to do so or in some cases even switched sides to vote for Mango Mussolini. I did a lot of detailed analysis of the trifecta of states she lost that are widely considered to have tipped the election to Trump (WI, MI, and PA). The biggest takeaway is that a lot of Obama support simply failed to turn out to vote for Clinton. Partly that might be that people thought she had the election in the bag. Partly it may have been old-fashioned misogyny - people have hated her since her days in Arkansas as the governor's wife - because she was an ambitious woman. But if anyone has any doubts as to how things would be different if she'd been president: We wouldn't have any of the three turds that Trump put on the Supreme Court, for one thing. I don't think even Mitch McConnell would have blocked a viable Clinton nominee for four years for Scalia's seat. Kennedy might not have resigned, but he was among the more tolerable conservative votes on the Court. And Ginsburg might well have resigned early enough that McConnell wouldn't have had to block her replacement. In other words, we might well have had Sotomayor, Kagan, Breyer, and at least two, maybe three other progressives/liberals on the Court instead of six conservatives and just three liberals. We wouldn't be wondering if these people were going to reverse Roe. We wouldn't be wondering if these people were going to reverse Obergefell. We wouldn't be looking at further gutting of the Voting Rights Act. We wouldn't be looking at gutting almost all firearms laws. And we almost certainly wouldn't be looking at the incredibly insane Independent State Legislature cases. How anyone can justify failing to vote against this kind of crap is beyond me.

At the Footy With My Neighbor (Part 5 of the "My Neighborhood Sex Club" series) by Hozzel A/N: Bit of a longer story here. Hope you like it. When Kelly returned home late in the afternoon I noticed her lovely thick platinum hair seemed somewhat disheveled. "How did you go?" I asked as she pushed past me. "How was golf?" An odor of sweat and vanilla perfume hovered behind her. "Bowling, dear," she said. "Pins and balls. It was great - several good strikes - but I'm actually a bit worn out." Golf and bowling were our private codes for "I'm going out to get laid" and "I'm going to do some laying myself." "Really? You worn out? How's Trevor?" "He was, shall we say, more enthusiastic than normal, but I had him huffing and puffing like a steam engine at the end." Three raised fingers indicated the number of times she made his dark muscular body jerk and his stiff cock shoot. Must have been some energetic sexual workout. My imagination raced. "Must've been a pretty good workout. How are your bowling balls?" She smiled at me. "I love that about the new you, Freak. Straight to the most important thing. My cock never wears out and my balls refill very quickly. You should know, hun!" She twirled and almost pranced into our snuggly home. My trans-sexual wife had a nice cock nestled beneath that loose short skirt. Two decades of hormone treatments had gifted her soft skin, feminine face and large tits, but weekly gym workouts had produced muscled shoulders, arms, legs, and very firm fuckable buttocks. Indeed I did know about her special super-power. Three or four separate loads in a row without going soft between was quite normal for my wife. I had known her to achieve twice that during an evening's joy. She claimed she could not go more than two days without having to cum, and normally she got off more than once a day, lately often with someone else. Many men thought she was a freak of nature but I thought she was exciting, all rolled into one beautify trans body. She pecked me on the cheek and her hand briefly fluttered at the bulge in my stubbies. She said, "What about you? Do anything interesting with this?" I gawked at her weakly smiling face and shrugged. "Hot today. Worked in the back yard." I took a gamble. "Worked in the back yard totally naked." She paused and grinned. "Naughty boy! I'm impressed, lover. But why are you dressed now?" Her eyes scanned me up and down and up. "I've always liked your bod." She reached down and touched the bulge again. "And I love this. You should make it more available to me." I almost giggled, and reached down to touch her. Our most important mutual sign of affection and commitment: hands obsessively on each other's significant parts. "You can have it whenever you want." "Didn't something else happen?" "Um, Peter came over," I admitted. "I can imagine what that dirty old man wanted with you." She smiled in a knowing manner. "Well, you know what he's like. He invited me to go with him to the football tonight. I'm leaving around six." Kelly flashed me an odd bemused look. She stopped rubbing and mock-pouted. "The footy? And he didn't ask me?" "He thought you might be going out tonight to the gym. Aren't you?" "Already got my workout so I wasn't planning on it tonight. I thought you and I might curl up later and... Anyway, it's okay. I'm having my hair done." "Again? Back to Clive's so soon?" Her brown eyes flashed like scintillating sparklets. "It'll be a surprise." Clive owned the Hair Wizard hairdressing and coffee salon. He was young, talkative, tall, thin, and, most importantly, a very naughty boy. I would not put it past Kelly to exhaust three different men in one day. She said, "I'll just get changed then I'll be off." I watched her long muscled legs as she headed toward the bedroom. I showered, shaved face and groin and cleaned out myself thoroughly, then popped a Cialis just in case shenanigans might happen at the football. Its affects would last for two days at least. Fun, here I cum! I changed into jeans and a t-shirt and soft shoes, went to the study, snapped on the computer and popped on a mindless game. Twenty minutes later Kelly came into the study and kissed me on the cheek. She wore a tight short red dress and fingered her leopard bag. Cleavage, protruding nipples, long legs, dark eyeliner and red eyelids made her look positively slutty and beautiful. "I'm off to see Clive. Have fun with Peter." She pecked me on the cheek, reached down and briefly touched my lap, then vanished before I could return the gesture and say goodbye. Half an hour later I trundled down our long gravel driveway and turned up at Peter's home next door. Nervously I knuckled his front screen. The front door swung open. The stocky older man wore a red, yellow and blue team shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. "Exactly on time," he observed and held the screen door open. "Through here." I had secretly hoped he might slam me against the entrance way hall and fuck me savagely as he had once before but, instead, we flew past the lounge, through a side door and into his spacious garage. Sleek, black, electric and cost a fortune. Peter pulled out the charging plug. The thick cable retracted to the wall. Bat-like doors swung up and we slipped into luxurious leather. He pressed a button and light flooded the garage from behind as the door rolled up. Another button and the dash lit. The car was clearly running but did not make a sound. He backed out of the driveway and we were off to the footy. We chatted while he drove to the Flinders football stadium on the north edge of the city, mostly light talk about the teams and a recent movie. Then, "Here, give us your dick." That was Kelly's favorite phrase. I looked over at him like he was crazy and had asked the most wonderful thing possible at the same time. "Come on," he ordered, "get it out." I did as was told, unzipped my jeans, fished, and pulled out my floppy penis. He reached over, pushed my hand clear, and took hold of it. I looked about. The car's windows were tinted fairly dark so I hoped no one would see. He held my flaccid penis and began to rub the foreskin covering the tip with his thumb. "Your wife tells me you like this." I admitted, "Can't get enough. She says living with me is like constant foreplay." "Good. We'll get along great. I like to have my boys always ready." Boys, huh. I was nearly fifty, twenty years younger than this wonderful retired man and about thirty years older than Roger and Flynn. I had learned age didn't have a lot to do with it. Peter was just as hot and horny and capable as the rest of us. His sexual appetite and stamina seemed amazing. I felt a bit dizzy and realized the Cialis was working. My prick responded, quickly becoming stout and ready and eager. In fact, I became so hard I felt as if I might burst. He began to stroke and finger the solid length. I smiled and reached for his crotch. "Would you like to be sucked while you drive?" "Another time, slut, but thanks for the thought. Remember it." "What about the rule?" "I'm not saying no. Rain checks are permitted." Stadium parking swarmed with cars but Peter refused to release my hard cock. Groups crowded around the backs of their cars, sipping champaign or sizzling snags on a small BBQ. The Aussie Rules footy match always attracted thousands. He negotiated around past them, drove right up to the back of the stadium to a more secluded area, patted my stiff dick and said, "Put that away for now." The stadium swarmed with team colors: red and yellow and blue, and the gold and purple of the visiting interstate team. Peter's permanent seat turned out to be a private box area high in the members stand. The wide opening looked out over the crowd and side of the oval. He must have been a long-standing club member to have something like this. We yelled and screamed along with the crowd at every mark and each goal attempt, and hurled good-natured obscenities at the umpires if they made a call we didn't like. I admired the perfect muscled bodies in their loose or tight team jerseys and shorts as they ran and jumped and collided. I wondered how many of them partook in the same erotic fun as Peter and myself. I had no doubt some did. Visions swarmed in my imagination: I was pushed into the locker room and bred by a randy naked group. Woo-hoo! Just after the second quarter began, the visiting team kicked a six, putting them ahead. Peter yelled abuse at the umpire for not catching an attempted high tackle during a handball, then he leaned against me and said, "After that unworthy goal, I need some comfort." He placed my hand on his inner thigh and slid it tight up against his crotch. I held a substantial lump. "Keep it there," he ordered. I did not think anyone else could see so I began to massage his slowly expanding bulge while also pretending to watch the game. He glanced at me and laughed, "Glad I recruited you." As long as he did not attempt to publicly embarrass me, I would happily have fun with him however he wished. A couple of missed handballs, a throw-in, a long kick, the ball bounced off the point post, and I reached for Peter's zipper. Time to have some fun. He checked his watch and said, "Go get us a couple of beers, mate." "But I'll have to move my hand and I have plans for you." I started to pull the zipper down. He laughed. "You can blow me when you get back. You're on a mission now. Get 'em at gate 4. Take your time. And if you meet anyone, do whatever they ask without question." I shook my head in disbelief and made my way behind us through a door at the back of the box. Do whatever they ask? I felt set up, but in a good way. I scuttled down the passage to the long descending stairs. When I queued at the kiosk a familiar lanky young man slid up to my side and calmly took my arm. Dark tattoos ran on his bare arms. Black nails almost glowed. Raven hair hung over his ears and dark rimmed blue eyes laughed with seductive intent. "Hey, there." Gothic-looking Stan's mischievous smile lit a happy face. He wore a blue, red and yellow cheerleader's uniform: yellow-striped blue top V-cut almost down to his naval, flopsy red short skirt, knee-high red socks and blue sneakers. He looked almost like a skinny high-school cheerleader but I knew he aged twenty-something. From the outfit and the squirm and giggle I quickly deduced Stan was in his "Stacey mode". I instantly began to think of him as her. I said, "Hey, there, yourself. Didn't know you liked the footy." Stacey and I had played with each other at my first neighborhood sex club gangbang and also at the last one. Stan/Stacey was a gothic-looking gender-fluid marvel with small natural tits, a just-right-sized cock, and a sex drive that never quit. She sustained an erection after cumming, continued until she came again, and then again, as I had joyously discovered. I thought my wife was the only amazing one like that but Stacey proved me wrong. "Do you think you could help me with something, sir? I have an itch that I can't seem to reach. Master Peter said you're the best person to help me." I shook my head. What was going on? What was with the innocent act? "I'm on a mission for him right now." "Yes, you are, sir. I am your mission. You were told to do whatever I ask. I really need your help." I took a breath. "Well, actually I'm supposed to get..." "You were instructed to meet someone and do ask they ask. That someone is me." She grabbed my arm. "But..." "Come with me, pretty boy," Stacey urged with a wry smile. "You have a deep itch to take care of." Embarrassed by other people gawking, she dragged me around the corner, along a curving wall, then deep into a long, dark alcove which lead to closed cupboards beneath the stands. "Listen..." I stuttered. "I'm not sure this is a good place. We could be caught." "That makes this the most perfect place, sir. Remember: you have to do whatever I ask." "Yes, but..." "The Rule apples everywhere, not just at Pete's place." Right. Ok. Being caught was obviously insufficient reason to refuse. Besides, I had become intrigued, and my Cialis-fuelled twitching cock reminded me to always take the better offer. Stacey said, "My itch is deep and driving me nuts! You need to probe with something long and stout." Light blue eyes flashed mischief. "But ... here?" "Right here, sir." Her wiry body suddenly slammed onto me again, ramming my back onto the cool brick wall. I groaned and automatically reached around her waist. She writhed in my arms like an eager cat on heat. Insistent lips pressed. Tongue probed, found its target, slid and slipped, and danced with mine. I pulled back. "What if we're caught?" "They can join us." Her close face smiled with sinful intent. I felt her warm breath. "For fuck's sake, I'm old enough to be your father." Stacey literally pouted. "How's that a problem? I really need help, sir. Real bad." She took my hand and wickedly searched my face with big, dark-rimmed eyes. "Do you think I'm hot?" I blinked. If I refused, she might play up, might make considerable noise, would definitely report my failure to Peter. Refusal might mean expulsion. Maybe this encounter was a weird type of test. Feeling her firm body wildly pressing against mine, squirming with sexual anticipation, I admitted, "You're smoking hot." She snickered then pushed me harder against the cool wall. I felt the tight muscles of her flat toned stomach and her stout dick. Her arms circled then hugged me tight. Despite her feminine appearance, the person in my arms and hands oozed astonishing masculine sexual desire. Perfect kryptonite. "I'll tell you a secret. I've been wanting to fuck you again since last weekend." "You could have come over," I suggested. "I've got you right now and you need to help me. That's the only way to reach deep enough." I looked nervously down the dead-end passage. Anyone could walk past at any time and see me molesting the seemingly young woman. Or, rather, I hoped, she molesting me. Was this her thing? Sex with older men? Did she get off on the thrill of being caught? Was public sex her passion? Did she like to be watched? I suspected Stacey was as uninhibited as they come. "Hey!" I yelped. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she grabbed my hand and pushed it up into her red skirt. My eyes widened when I felt the bare flesh of her thigh and then bare skin of her warm scrotum and hard penis. Commando has advantages. "You can feel my dick is already hard for you. That makes me very naughty, doesn't it?" Lower lip protruded. "I can't go back out there like this." "Oh, definitely not," I said with my own mischievous smile. "You're very naughty." "And naughty is the nicest thing, don't you agree?" Sniggering, she looked at me and eagerly snuggled her thighs against my hand. "Feel that?" She wriggled it between my fingers with passionate desire. Demanding tongue licked my lips, snaked between my teeth and urgently rubbed my own tongue. Lips sliding against mine, mewling into my mouth, she began to rhythmically push herself in my hand. Her own hands slid down my chest then further and unbuckled my belt. Breathing heavily, she zipped open my jeans then unhooked the clasp and pushed them down. Cool air sprinkled my hips. Cold brick spanked my naked rear. Impatient fingers grasped my suddenly freed erection. "Fuck..." I moaned. Ah, well, there's nothing like being sexually accosted. Stacey dropped to her knees. Her fingers brushed my engorged throbbing prick. She licked up and down the stem before taking the sensitive knob between her wet lips. She fondly kissed it then opened her lips wide and obscenely coated it with hot eager breath and wide tongue. Stacey dove and viciously sucked me into her oral cave. She began to pull and suck and almost gulp me into her throat. Her fingers fondled my sensitive balls. With skill she made my body jump and jerk and quiver. She knew what to do, exactly where to rub and tease, how to obtain any reaction she desired. She winced as a bare knee hit the cement but she sucked hard as if impatient. At the same time, she eagerly massaged my warm balls as if preparing the gooey seed inside for launch. "Oh, fuck," I moaned again, looking down at the mass of bobbing black hair. She was good, very good, and in moments she had me rock hard and quivering on the edge. The pleasure became staggering. She pulled back and fluttered her tongue, causing my entire body to cringe. "You're good!" escaped from my mouth. With a pop, she pulled off. "Great! Now I want to cum from you fucking me! Quick!" She stood, turned around, flipped her skirt up exposing narrow hips and a ripe ass. She pressed her firm smooth buttocks against me. My cock slipped beneath her balls and along side her own tumescent rod. She leaned forward, pushing trim arms straight, her palms slapped flat against the opposite brick wall. "Come on, get in me." "But..." "Get your dick the fuck in me! Now!" I pulled back, pressed my sensitive knob between her cheeks and against the tight pink flower. Impatient, she suddenly thrust back. Her experienced hole gobbled me whole and clamped tight. She was so slick no no lube was needed. With a gasping sigh, she moaned, "Oh...yes. Way better." She pushed back forcing me deeper. "You feel really good. Okay, now, get that itch. Fuck me!" Stacey had enthusiastically topped me at the neighborhood gangbang, but now she seemed to have become an aggressive bottom. Definitely a great big lump of green glowing kryptonite. She felt quite slick and I wondered if someone else had already provided the lube in a natural manner. "Haven't you been fucked today already?" I ventured. "Only once," she huffed as she began to move on me. I squeezed her tight round buns and pushed and pulled, matching each of her savage backthrusts. Immediately her breathing quickened to little grunts in time to playful spasms that rippled along my straining cock. I reached around and felt her own solid pole. Quite naturally I began to jerk it while she moved against me. "Come on, fuck me harder!" She slammed back against me, over and over, in complete control of the fuck. My butt battered the hard wall. I stood still, took it, and watched her tight bum as she fucked herself on me. The slick sensations further hardened my prong. When I began to move again, to return her thrusts with my own gentle pushes, she picked up speed. "Harder! Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. I love that! Won't be long. Oh, shit, yes. Oh ... fuck. This is great. You feel ... amazing! Your slutty cock is wonderful! So hard and long, I can feel it going deep. Oh, yes. That's it. Fuck my hole. Fuck my cunt! Smash me! Fuck me harder! Use your hand. That's right. You're hitting the right spot in there. I'm... I'm going to..." Her hands jumped and slapped the brick wall. She silenced her litany and concentrated on the delicious feelings as her body quivered in a fluidless prostate orgasm, an amazing type of orgasm I knew so well myself. I felt her tight anus firmly grab as if it did not want to ever let me go. I held on while she quivered and moaned. The moment she eased, she resumed twerking against me, forcing my cock to slide in ecstasy. "Fuck, yes! That's it! Hard! Fuck me hard! Smash me! Smash me! Oh, fuck! Keep going! Make me cum again so fucking massive!" Now caught in the sticky web of erotic sensations, oblivious to my surroundings, I grabbed her trim hips and pummeled. My hips slapped her rump as I forcefully fucked. My cock speared relentlessly. Strong sensations zapped through my entire switched-on body. Tingling pleasure quickly built in my swinging balls. I fucked hard, returning each of her solid backthrusts. When I dug my fingers into her pliant buttocks, she suddenly shoved back hard and yelled loud. Her powerful internal muscles and stomach clenched. Her back arched. I felt her next noisy orgasm take control of her entire beautiful body. In my fist I felt her cock spasm, felt as if she tried to shoot, felt sticky fluid between my rubbing fingers. Felt her orgasm take control of her entire youthful body. I thought I was good with prostate mini-orgasms but Stacey was clearly the supreme mistress. The crowd roared almost as if cheering us on. "Don't stop!" she panted and pressed against me. Her inner muscles danced around my cock. "Again!" Oh, yes, I knew she could, too. I slipped my free hand up her body, squeezed her nipple, and rammed back into her. "Ug! Fuck! Do it! Do it!" On and on I pounded, thrusting as fast as I could, slapping my hips against her shaking buttocks as I rammed my steel rod as deep as I could, feeling as if I was punishing with my stiff cock alone but knowing this was exactly what she wanted. On and on I fucked, all the while feeling her body shake in what seemed like a non-stop orgasm. On and on I rammed my electric cock in and out. I relished the fuck. I grunted with each savage push. I was there with her and she was here with me. "Fuck ... yes!" she yelled. "Oh, fuck! Keep going!" The crowd roared again as if they knew. I shuddered, slowed, and began to pull away, but she shouted, "I'm not finished!" She pushed back, slamming my rear and back against the wall, spurring me to continue. "More?" I gasped and shoved back. "Really?" She literally growled. I felt her clamp, felt the pressure of her firm anal walls slide along my juiced cock, felt her body shake with uncontrolled lust. Her tempo and loud moaning increased again. She bucked back on me. Her fingers dug into the brick wall. She and I fucked ecstatically, blissfully unaffected by the hollering crowd. All that mattered was our fucking. I pounded my cock deep into her and he pushed hard against me. Time contracted and flowed within extraordinary crazy bliss. "More," she panted and continued to move on me. "Don't you want to fuck me?" My eager anus tingled at the thought. Her solid cock in my hand pulsed as if it wanted to cum fully. "Later!" Stacey slammed back against me in our mutual opposing rhythm. "This is what ... I ... want ... right now. Come on, again! Fuckin' breed me. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah." Of course I could do her. I would make sure Stacey was fully filled and satisfied. That was all that mattered now. I felt powerful and I was going to fill her greedy guts and make her howl. Nothing else now mattered. I pounded into her and she slapped against me, driving my powerful cock in and out of her clasping rear. Her loud moaning ramped up further. She suddenly gasped and pushed against me hard, driving me deep into her body. I exhaled and momentarily released her steely cock. She snapped, "Don't let go!" I gripped again and allowed her juice to lube the wonderful friction. I could drive her wild, too. After a few exquisite minutes of furious fucking, the lightning sensations in my body finally forced me to burst. In a series of giant glorious spasms I grunted loud, shoved deep. My senses flamed with voracious desire. My balls contracted and my body begin to shake with earthquake intensity. I began to shoot into her. My legs shook. Incredible feelings of carnal strength lanced through my spasming body. I thrust hard. Strong and weak at the same moment, I could not stifle a pleasure-filled groan as my body literally shook with each powerful blast. I felt my cock pump shot after shot of my salacious goo deep into her. Pump and pump and it was simply great! Stacey yelled in triumph, bucked back, and clutched my cock hard. I kept shoving into her, spouting cream and feeling her body swallow it all. But all too soon I weakened and slumped onto her heaving back. Warm fluid dripped down her bare thighs. I wrapped my arms around her body, one hand still holding her hardness. I hugged her and kept myself inside her body. I didn't want to let go. I did not want to pull out. We both held ourselves there in that position, both panting heavily, stunned by our own deep feelings. She said, "Wow. That was...I don't know how to describe it. Really cool. Super-blasting." She suddenly raised, pushing me off. I stood. She stepped forward. Cool air stung my dripping still-hard cock and wet thighs. She spun, smiled, knelt and fingered and licked me like an icy pole. She remembered I loved oral afters. Big dark-rimmed blue eyes looked up. "Did you like that, sir?" Completely unsure of an appropriate answer, I smiled and nodded. "Delightful." The experience had indeed been delightful, and very fun. Raw and basic and amazing. Delightful, my yearning ass. It had felt utterly fantastic, so I added, "Fantastic." "You got my itch, too. I feel much better. I think your special cream has helped. But I'm sure I'll get that itch again real soon and need more, um, soothing cream. Much more. Do you think you could give it to me again sometime?" "Of course," I said. "You've turned into one horny bastard, my dear." "Greedy bitch, you mean. And wild and wanton. I should come over." "Do you have time? Where do you work?" "Hubby and I both work at the uni." She stood up and quickly nipped a fingernail. Hubby? Stacey was married! "I... I didn't..." Shit. I hoped there wouldn't be a problem. "Does your partner know about the group? About Peter and the others?" I worried: Does he know about your feelings for me? Does my wife know? Stacey laughed. "With someone as horny as me about? What do you think? Anyway, you met him and he's fucked you, too." "Um, Frank? Isn't he your Dad?" "Shit, no. Frank's not my real dad. That's just pretend. Trevor's my hubby." Well, well, well. I remembered Trevor alright. Muscled, bald, well spoken, lively, very black. He had been fucking with my wife in secret for months before she confessed. He had fun with me at the gangbang and he enjoyed being the meat in a manwhich between Peter and myself. He seemed like a nice guy. I would certainly fuck with him again, no worries. Motion at the end of the long passage caught our attention. I caught a glimpse and my heart pounded. I froze. Medium-height but with long well-shaped legs, she wore calf-high black boots with tall thick heels, a short loose red skirt, and a low-cut dark blue workout crop top that left her flat stomach bare. Unmissable cleavage. Thick crimson hair bounced just to her neck like a fiery bubble framing a grinning face. I looked...and...my wife waved at us. What was she doing here? How long had she been watching us? Bright red hair now, she looked positively flaming hot. For some odd reason I felt guilty. I turned away and quickly pulled up my jeans. Arms and legs akimbo like a half-naked superhero, skirt hiked high, hard cock pointed defiantly up at my wife, Stacey boldly called, "Hey, lady! Did you enjoy watching us fuck?" Shaking, I turned back. A smirking Kelly looked about then slipped up her shirt to reveal a nice semi-hard dick. She tugged on it a few times, lifted a thumb in approval, whipped her skirt back down and scuttled away. Why the fuck was I trembling? "She's really cool, and, man, can she fuck!" Grinning Stacey smoothed her uniform. Her voice deepened slightly. "Catch ya later, mate!" She patted me on the shoulder and ran off like a breeze, leaving me thoroughly gob-smacked. I slunk back to the kiosk. I purchased two beers then plodded back up the cement steps. When I returned to Peter's private box, I found someone half naked and bent over his lap. I saw the tall black boot, the bare leg straddling the bench, the short red skirt bunched up showing nice rump curve, the thick bright red hair swaying as she enthusiastically mouthed and worked the older man's huge hard-on. Oh, my fucking ass, it was Kelly! I staggered to the other side of the bench and just stood there watching her lick and suck and rub my neighbor's huge erection. With his cock stuffed between her sucking cheeks, her brown eyes rose and she looked right up at my shocked face. Grinning Peter hollered, "Welcome back, slut! Your team's getting thrashed!" "So are you," I muttered. I sat next to him looking down on my almost naked wife as she vigorously worked on our neighbor while eying me at the same time. "Got waylaid," I said. She winked at me while hard sucking and licking. She was really giving it to him, worshiping and trying to literally swallow that thick meat and making damn sure I saw all of it. The exuberant way she blew him was getting to my heart in not a good way. Down, boy! "Welcome to the Club," Peter said. "How was Stacey?" "Um, very nice," was all I could mutter. "Enthusiastic." Kelly suddenly stopped. Without releasing her hold on his solid cock, she raised her head and began to laugh. "Come here," she said, "and help me out." What? Really? But I leaned down close to her face. My nervous wet tongue snaked along his cock right above her red-nails. She did the same to him at the same time. Her mouth descended on his crown for a moment then she rose, big and half naked and stunning, almost like a powerful amazon. I looked up at her upswept cock holding up the skirt, at heavy breasts, and stern face. "I know what you did this afternoon. While Trev and I were screwing, you were working outside nude and that big beauty here was stuffed up your slutty ass. You got fucked! I also enjoyed watching you just now with Stacey. I think I like watching you with someone else. I didn't expect to be turned me on so much." Her grim look bored into me. I gurgled, mumbled, shivered and sat up. Kelly suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. "I gave up on a threesome this afternoon. I asked Peter to go over and see you, Freak. My present to you." She lightly ran her fingertips along Peter's shaft then touched the tip. She bent and kissed it in an almost loving manner. He just sat there grinning at me. He grabbed her ass cheek beneath the skirt. She squealed and jumped. Kelly stood and pulled her skirt up. Her glorious cock stood tall and hard and begging. It dominated all my senses. I discovered I was breathing deeply. The Cialis was doing its job. Despite fucking Stacey not long ago, my prong snapped hard as a rock. I wasn't just turned on, I was now shaking like pink jelly from excitement. Kelly stepped over Peter's bare legs. She came before me and put both hands on my shoulders. I looked down between her boobs at the upthrust cock then up at her concerned face. She said, "I love you. Don't forget that, no matter what you see me do with anyone else or how well I respond. Remember the rule: you can't say no to me and I can't say no to you. Ever." She gave me a quick kiss and lip lick. "Here, turn around and give us your ass and dick." Despite its hammering, my heart skipped with love. I set the beers down. I looked either side to make sure of our privacy then stood before the glassless window and leaned over onto the steel rail just beneath. Anyone spying would only see me trying to get a better look at the game. Glare from bright stadium lights would mask my face anyway. I pushed my jeans down and presented my round rump to my amazing wife just like I had done for Peter and Stacey had done for me. Below me the crowd's attention was fixed on the oval, the running players and the flying football. I didn't care if anyone was looking anyway. "Fuckin' great!" Kelly yelled behind me. Peter laughed. "He's got nice round buns." "He does indeed. I am going so enjoy planting myself between those beauties. Pete, give me the lube." I heard a plastic snap, a squelchy slop, then I felt Kelly lean over my prone body. Her heavy breasts plumped against my back. I felt her Push her wonderful hard cock between the cheeks of my sizzling bum. Like Peter, she didn't mess around. If Kelly wanted to fuck, she did. Foreplay, to her, was for loving. This was fucking. She pressed the engorged tip against my anus then continued to push until her length and thickness had fully penetrated. I gasped then sighed relief as my body adjusted to her invasion. No pain this time. She felt perfect. Just the right size and depth. Right where she belonged. I clenched my internal muscles several times, hoping it would be taken as a good signal. As if they knew, the crowd cheered. I blinked and glimpsed a yellow football arc to the left toward the home team's goal. It hit the point post. The crowd groaned. So did I for a better reason. "You feel great, hun," Kelly said softly then tenderly kissed and licked the back of my neck before nibbling with her teeth. She reached around and firmly grasped my renewed hard cock almost the same way I had held Stacey's. Her hand was still covered in slippery lube. Her palm squeezed my knob in a rhythm. I grunted, "Stacey wants to come over." "That wanton wench will just have to queue up," Kelly chuckled, "or maybe she'll have to share you with me. A threesome might be nice. I know she likes you." Balls deep, hips pressed against me, Kelly suddenly grunted, "Oh!" We were viciously shoved forward. My forehead almost battered the window. I moaned and pushed back. Kelly laughed and said over her shoulder, "You are a fuckin' big boy!" Peter must have fucked into her. Of course. Peter loved threeways. I felt her shove into me as he began to shove rhythmically into her. Her cock felt like magic. My fabulous wife breathed, "Oh, this is going to be good." She leaned back over me and began to pump her steely cock into me while Peter rammed into her. The whole idea felt strange yet wonderful and perfect. I thought I heard her whisper, "I love you, Freak, more than you know." The crowd roared. ### Author's note: This is an original work of fiction. If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a hard throbbing wet response, I would positively love to hear from you! Don't be shy and don't hold back. The best compilment is to know how it affected you. 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6. Moons of Mars Reznor felt Tommy over-prepared for a simple overnight camping trip. He might reconsider this opinion since one of the many things Tommy brought, a pocket knife, has been in use ever since Reznor was dragged into Frank’s trailer. Tommy’s been prying a board off the back of the woodshed for twenty minutes. So far he’s managed to get off a nail at the top and one at the bottom. When he sees Reznor unconscious and dragged back out of the trailer by MAGA-hat man and wispy ponytail guy, he picks up the urgency of getting off the other bottom nail. His shaking hand makes him cut himself, which makes the pocket knife slippery, but after several failed attempts, he gets the second bottom nail wedged loose. The plank doesn’t come all the way off, but it’s enough to be able to push the plank to the side. It’s barely enough space for him to wiggle through, but because of his compact size he escapes. Back in the open air, he peers around the woodshed. Reznor’s naked strung up by his arms. He sees the big bear of a man, Frank, return. He’s in Reznor’s face threatening him with a chainsaw between his legs. He can’t hear what Frank’s saying because of all the noise from the chainsaw, but abruptly Frank’s screams at Reznor for him to answer him if he remembers his question. The chainsaw idles softly as Frank waits for an answer. “Yes, I remember … the question,” Reznor manages to get out. Each word muttered is painful, but Tommy recognizes a familiar, sarcastic glint in Reznor’s eye. “I’ll take ‘What is drawn and quartered’ … for a thousand, Alex.” Frank threatens Reznor with another rev of the chainsaw. “Mm-kay, Mm-kay.” Reznor spits a wad of bloody saliva on the ground. His head bobs forward and back, while Frank revs the chainsaw to encourage Reznor to continue. Reznor is one horrible, bloody mess. It’s not helping Reznor for Tommy to watch this scene from the shadows, so he scampers off to search for anything that might free his friend. Reznor raises his head looking into Frank’s dark eyes. “Drawn and quartered. A man gets each limb tied to four horses.” Reznor’s legs give out. He hangs only by his arms. “And the horses pull off his limbs in four directions.” Bloody drool strings from his mouth. “Right you are,” says Frank. “But since we don’t have no horses, I’m left with this quandary. What to do? And then it hits me. I’ll saw off each one of your limbs, tourniquet you, cauterize you, till you’re just one stumpy torso. Then I’m going to keep your torso permanently on my bed and fuck you till you—“ “Frank, that’s enough!” Dougie, pulling on his goatee, protests. “For fuck sake, you already scared the piss out of the kid.” One of the camo guys steps forward, goes, “Yeah, Frank. Fun’s fun, but you take it too far, man.” Frank’s eyebrows raise defensively. “You agree, Cosmo?” The other camo guy says, “Yeah, I agree with Vic, Frank. Look at him hangin’ there. You think he’s gonna talk?” “What about you, Lewis?” Grey ponytail guy steps forward. “I think he’ll turn on you, Frank. He’s got every reason to turn you in.” House jumps out of the bushes, fists ponytail guy’s head, sending him to the dirt. Reynold’s is right beside House filming Frank, the camo guys, Dougie, and Lewis on the ground. “Back off!” House shouts at Frank. He doesn’t have Frank’s girth (or chainsaw), but he out-matches the big bear in height and brawn. Now that he’s close enough to see what he’s done to Reznor, he’s fucking pissed as hell, too. “Now! Back. The fuck. Off!” Steve Reynolds holds up his phone. “You’ll all be wanted by morning. Just have to hit send. Best thing would be to let him go.” Frank revs the chainsaw again. “Or what, pretty boy?” He revs the blades, grounds his stance preparing to send the spinning teeth up through Reznor’s caged balls. “You gonna shoot me with your iPhone?” Reznor looks up a final time at his assailant. He prays his end is quick. He looks into Frank’s eyes. His last sight on Earth. “Nope.” Tommy aims a rifle. “Gonna shoot you with a gun.” Abruptly Frank’s face, in a split second, becomes a plume of blood and brains exploding out of his head. The head bursts like a watermelon covering Reznor’s face and body with the man’s detritus. The remnant body that once was Frank, no longer includes a head. Bits of skull, teeth, tongue, eyes—slap Reznor’s face; steaming gore drips to the ground. Reznor watches as it takes a surreal couple of seconds for Frank’s body to realize it has no brains before it tumbles in a heap to the ground. The chainsaw sputters in the dirt, then grinds to a halt. Everyone looks to the top step of Frank’s trailer where the shot rang out. Tommy eyes the remaining men around the camp not lowering the rifle but swinging the muzzle back and forth. The far trailer door bursts open and Micky-G steps out holding frantically barking pit bulls. “What the hell is all this hullabaloo?” Micky-G yanks back his dogs. Headlights flood the scene as a beat-up red pickup rolls up to the trailers. Waldo leaps out of the back and trots over, jumping playfully on top of the two pit bulls and excitedly sniffs their rear ends. Kyle and Jacob get out of the cab trying to make sense of what’s occurred. In the headlights, House and Reynolds are cutting Reznor down. “Fuckin’ hell!” Kyle says running over to Reznor. He takes off his jacket and wraps it over Reznor’s shoulders. Shamus steps out of the shadows adjusting his cap then gives Lewis a hand up. Lewis feebly tries to tell Reynolds that he didn’t he meant it about not letting his friend go. “Nah,” Lewis wheedles, “I was trying to buy some time for Frank to come to his senses.” “The fuck you were, asshole,” Reynolds fires back. “Yours is the only photo I didn’t delete. If I were you, I’d crawl back to whatever backwoods hole you came out of.” House takes the kerchief off his neck and wipes Reznor’s bloody face. “Cops I’m sure will know who you are.” “And where you live,” says Tommy, coming off trailer steps, slinging the gun strap over his shoulder. “Maybe you’ll get a day’s head start,” says Reynolds. Tommy adds, “If you’re lucky.” “But I wouldn’t count on it.” House comes up to the guy and shoves him into the shadows, with Shamus trailing after him out of camp. “Cosmo, Vic, Dougie,” Jacob says, crossing over to them. “You let him rape a kid? What’s your wife and kids gonna think about you?” “No!” The three men are panicked, trying to explain themselves all at once. Excuses fly: things got out of hand; it was just supposed to be to scare the kid; how were they to know Franks was tweaked; they saved the kid from being beaten to death, didn’t they? Jacob’s not buying any of it, and they argue all talking over each another, pleading with Jacob that they’ll take care of the body; that they never saw any of these boys in camp. Cosmo suggests, “Maybe Frank had a hunting accident.” “No one’s seen him for a while,” proposes Vic. “A bear might have got him,” Dougie adds. Vic advises Jacob to get the boys out of here. Everyone nods in agreement. “We’ll right this mess,” Vic says. “Kyle!” shouts Micky-G. “Get your damn dog off Trixie. She’s in heat.” Waldo’s humping the brown and white pit bull having the time of his life. “You’re responsible if there’s a litter, I’m telling you that right now, dammit.” *** Reznor sits silently between me and Jacob on the drive to my house. House, Tommy and Reynolds—and a very happy Waldo—ride in the bed of the truck. Jacob says tomorrow he’ll take the boys back to their Prius, but tonight everyone’s spending the night at my house. “That okay with you, buddy?” he says to Reznor. “Huh?” Reznor says, glassy-eyed, his head swaying with the bouncing of the truck over the rough road. We troop into the house, where mom, upset at first seeing one of the boy’s badly beaten, but then snaps into professional nurse mode, attends to Reznor—Band-Aids, iodine, Neosporin. Reznor’s injuries are extensive but are superficial, she says, nothing broken, some bruises but nothing worse. She sends him to the shower, where he steeps for a long time. Privately she tells me he’s pretty traumatized and wants to know why. I give her the PG-version leaving out some of the more gory secondhand details Tommy and Reynolds provided. Frank’s dead, I tell her. That little guy Tommy shot him. Good for him, she says. Frank always was an evil piece of shit. Mom! I say. Language. After his shower I see mom’s right about Reznor being traumatized; he barely speaks, which is totally un-Reznor. While she finishes patching up his face in the bathroom, me, Jacob and the other guys want to know how Tommy pulled off the shot. Tommy says he took the Ruger rifle out of Frank’s bedroom, one he was familiar with from hunting with his dad. He felt bad about how it splattered Reznor in the face, but he couldn’t see any way around it. He didn’t say anything about killing a man, and we didn’t ask. We all-too-quickly moved on to praising his smarts, bravery and marksmanship. We put the subject to bed when mom and Reznor come back in. Ultimately, mom is a mom, and isn’t satisfied until everyone’s had grilled cheese sandwiches and is sitting with hot cocoa in front of the wood stove. After midnight the guys get sleepy and crash in the living room. House has his sleeping bag laid out on the couch, Reynolds is scrunched up on the love seat, and Tommy’s happy curled up with Waldo on the shag carpet. In the darkness of my bedroom, I’m looking at the luminescent stars I’ve had forever on my ceiling. Reznor’s in the other twin bed in my room. He hasn’t spoken since Frank was shot, when House and Reynolds cut him down. Just let him be, is my mom’s advice, before she and Jacob went off to his trailer. I think he’s fallen asleep, and I’m just about to myself when I hear a very hoarse voice say, “I can’t believe you have glow-in-the-dark decals on you ceiling. What are you, Dupree? Nine?” I try not to get all defensive; this is Reznor after all, and I gotta be nice to him. “They’re educational. And they’re highly accurate,” I tell him. “Look. There’s Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, and the bright one in the little dipper’s tail is Polaris, the North Star.” He thinks about this for a second, takes in the vast array of stars on my ceiling. “Yawl are a fuckin’ freak.” At least a little of the ornery Raznor’s back. I lie shirtless with my arms behind my head. Unlike the dorm, my old trailer is warm. I can smell my pits and they’re pretty rank. We’re in the dark but Reznor’s outlined by the moon streaming in through the window. His blond hair appears blue in this light. After a long time laying on his back looking at my stars, he says, “I’ll bet you still have your teddy bear,” he says. I see his eyes are wide open staring up. “That’s what Waldo’s for.” Another span of time passes. An idea occurs to me. “I bet,” I say, breaking the silence, “that you never had a teddy bear. That’s what’s wrong with you, Reznor. Lack of stuffed animal bonding at an early age.” His response surprises me. “Yawl right ‘bout that. No teddy bear.” He grunts trying to put his arms above his head. He eventually manages to lace his fingers, and is mirroring me in his bed. “But I did have me a black Scotty dog. Use to drag it with me everywhere.” “Did it have a name?” “Yeah. Scotty.” We both chuckle. Reznor exhales, and then turns on his side. Groans. He lets an arm hang off his bed, trailing a finger over my linoleum floor. “It had red buttons for eyes. I pulled one of the button eyes off by accident one time. I would not be consoled until my sweet old nanny sewed it back on. I was worried I had permanently damaged Scotty’s eyesight but nanny assured me he could see just fine. My father took him away shortly after that. Said I was too old for it. I was seven. Second grade.” Of all people, I’m surprised I like sharing the room with Reznor tonight. Drake hasn’t talked to me much since that first night in back of the library. But this guy, who I think of mostly as a dick, there’s something I like about his Scotty dog story. Maybe it’s knowing what he went through tonight; or maybe—and I’m just spit-balling here—there’s an attraction we both don’t want to admit to, and it’s easier to just punch each other in the face then act on it. I don’t know, I’m not a psych major. “When I was seven,” I tell him, “my dad put up these decals on the ceiling. One of the last things he did. He loved looking at the stars. That’s his telescope in the corner. Story time with him was always about planets and constellation. All the stories that came from the sky.” Reznor props himself up on an elbow and looks at the telescope by the window. “What happened to him?” “Cancer.” I look at his work above me. “During hospice, whenever he had the energy, he’d get on a ladder and add on to it. Made the sky exactly as I’d see it every September first, he told me, my birthday.” “Stars don’t stay in one place,” Raznor says. “Sure they do. Once a year. It’s like Earth’s this merry-go-round, and if you choose a spot, choose one day, every year when you get back to it, all the stars will line up exactly as they were the year before. So those stars up there, they’re the same stars that appear every first day of September. Forever and always. Even long after we’re not here to look at them.” Reznor lays back down and looks up at the glowing dots. “Crazy.” “Word.” I point straight above us at a constellation. “Pegasus dominates the summer sky.” “I don’t see it.” “Sure. It’s upside down.” I throw off my blankets and flip my head to the end of the bed, so I see it right side up. “There, that bright star there is his nose. That square, those four stars, are his flank—where the wings come from. And those stars are his forward legs flying into the air.” Reznor flips off his bedding and struggles to get his head at the end of the bed, too. Once he settles, he contemplates it for a while. “Okay. I guess I see it. Where’s it back legs?” “No back legs.” “See, that’s what I hate about this shit. People just make up whatever they want to see. No logic in it.” “Yep. No logic to it.” I put my arms again behind my head. “People always make up what they want to see, what they want to believe.” “Did your dad put in planets too?” he wants to know. “I think I see Saturn. And that red one?” “Yep. That red dot right in the corner, that’s Mars—god of war.” I point above his bed where the ceiling hits the wall. “If you stare long enough, you can see two moons. Phobos and Deimos. Means fear and dread in Greek. They were Mars’ sons, fear and dread. Took ‘em to every battle, which makes sense for the god of war, right?.” “Dupree, yawl have too much stuff in your head.” I look over at him. “I would not disagree with you.” It’s nice having him in my room. “You a virgin.” He snorts. He’s propped up again on an elbow facing me. “Virgo, the virgin if you’re born September first.” I flip on my elbow to look back. In just his boxers the contours of his body are amazing. Such deep shadows define his pecs and his abs. I’m trying not to get too caught up in what a defined body he has, trying to ignore a little stirring down below. It’s funny cuz we’re in the pool in speedos all the time, and I’ve been able to tuck that little tidbit onto a back-burner brain cell—so I’m not sure why it’s now being put on the front-burner. Adjusting myself nonchalantly, I flip on my back and ask him when's his birthday? He says February third. “Aquarius. The water bearer,” I say, pointing to the constellation over my bed. “There you are, right above Pegasus.” “Stupid sign. Water bearer. What’s that even mean? What am I, a waiter? Would yawl like sparkling or tap this evening.” He cracks me up. I hear snoring coming through my bedroom door from the living room, so I keep my voice low. “No, he’s a great sign. He’s the famous Ganymede, Jupiter’s largest moon, the largest moon actually in the entire solar system—there, see it next to Jupiter? And also Zeus’ young lover.” “Shut up.” “No, seriously. He was the most beautiful mortal Zeus had ever laid eyes on. Born royalty, the son of the king of Troy, Zeus falls in love with him and snatches him to Olympus for himself. Poured his wine, a most honored position on Mount Olympus. Pissed his wife off, but she got plenty on the side, so both of them were happy gods.” “You’re saying Zeus was gay?” “Well, bi, but he’s just a made up story. But it gave legitimacy to men loving men back in the day. These stories have been around as long as the Bible, Christianity, Buddhism, Islam—you name it. It’s all stories we tell ourselves to explain ourselves to ourselves.” “Except the Bible is true.” “If you say so.” I know not to get into it with Reznor about religion. We had this fight in the dining hall many times. “Anyway, worse thing than being the most beautiful boy that the king of the gods takes a shining to and immortalizes in the night sky.” I didn't see when it started, but Reznor’s silently shaking on the bed. He’s crying and trying not to cry at the same time, which makes his sob worse. He sits up with his face in his hands ashamed. “Hey, what is it?” I ask, sitting up myself. He looks at me in with an angry and anguished face. “Or a fat hillbilly snatches you off and fucks you silly in his trailer.” He looks at me defiantly and adds, “And maybe you like it.” I’m across from him, our knees are almost touching. I put a hand on his leg. “Knocked it off,” he says in a raspy voice, flicking my hand away. I can see his face is streaming tears now, no sobs, just tears trailing over his cheeks. I switch beds and sit next to him. “Leave me alone.” I put my arm around him regardless of his protests. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “Why are you sorry? Yawl didn’t fuck me or hit me or try to cut me in half with a chainsaw. Yawl weren’t the one that saw his face explode or told all these fucked up things he was going to do. It’s shit I can’t un-hear or un-see, Dupree.” “Tell me what you saw.” “What my life was going to turn into. Maybe it was the drugs they gave me, but as he was telling it to me I saw it like it was real, was already my life. Like, he was going to keep me fucked up on meth, and fuck me all the time, and give me a cunt. And you know the most fucked up part?” I shrug, rubbing his back, encouraging him to let it out. “Part of me wanted it—wanted to run away from my life and be his meth whore. Isn’t that fucked up?” “Nah, it isn’t.” “This big hairy man was going to keep me as his personal slave—be his, what’d you call him—his Ganymede. I’d be his sex toy. And I couldn’t do anything about it. He was going to fist me every day until I had a gaping pussy. He was going to beat me raw if I didn’t obey his every word. And it’s so fucked up but part of me liked it. Wanted it. To have a real life physically-abusive daddy, not the psychologically-abusive one I got right now. I’ve been to enough shrinks to know how fucked up I am, Dupree. Even now, my dick wants to get hard when I talk about it.” He takes my hand and makes me feel his metal cage. He’s leaking in his boxers. And for fuck sake, I can’t help it, but a bulge is rising in my gym shorts once he put my hand on his crotch. Reznor notices, too. His head snaps up, seeing my shorts rise. “What the fuck, man?” he says alarmed. “Where’s yawl’s cage.” He grabs my growing erection. I hold up a finger to my lips to bring his voice down. “I only wear it at school when I have to. It’s a crumby little lock. Easy enough to pick.” “Get mine off,” he says. I hesitate. “Please, or I’ll tell everyone and then you’ll be off the team.” “You’re blackmailing me?” “If I have to.” “Reznor, given what you’ve been through, you’re still a dick.” I frown. Quietly I slip into the bathroom and grab a bobby pin. When I get back he’s slipped off his boxers, and looking at his hard body, outlined by a full moon in my window, it only gets my dick tenting even more in my shorts. “Hurry,” he says, desperately clutching himself, like he urgently has to take a piss. “You’ve had this on for months. Chill,” I say. “Dupree,” he says, like the cage is burning him, “get it off.” I kneel between his legs. It takes ten second for me to fiddle with the lock before its open. Another two second for Reznor to pull off the top casing and the ring around his balls. And there it is. His beautify penis. I have to say, Reznor’s got one of the most phenomenal members I have ever seen. Once the chastity device is off, it’s immediately hard, like one of those self-inflating rafts. It’s thick, cut, with a perfectly formed large, mushroom head. There’s little in the way of veins except a thick ridge on top right down the middle. Since I’m kneeling in front of him like I’m worshiping it, there’s nothing to do but actually worship it. My mouth does down all the way in one go to the root. “Ah, shit,” he pants. I look up at him with my tongue hanging out—he’s gritting his teeth with a look of relief I’ve never seen him express—and go back down on his shaft. He’s shuddering with pleasure. I never thought this would happen, but there you go—life always throws the unexpected at you. Which is why I’m not too surprised when he pulls me up on his bed, and spreads his legs. Two choices present itself: fuck him or rim him. I spread his bruised cheeks and lick his asshole. His breath catches in his throat, and he looks at me astonished. I dig my tongue in his hole and he tries to suppress a moan as best he can. I pull his ass lips apart and penetrate deeper. He pushes up my head to look at me. “That’s where I shit, man,” he says, in excited disbelief. “Yeah, and I was just sucking where your piss comes out.” I tell him. “Body parts can multitask, or didn’t you know that?” He answers by pushing my head back between his legs. Aside from his tight body, he’s got a glorious, sweet puckered hole. It’s so tight but winking madly. I swear his lips are kissing mine, both of us intensely responding to each other. I swirl my tongue around and into his hole, and he’s rotating his hips because of it. I give his hole a variety of rimming techniques. I flatten my tongue and give him a long, wet lap—which I can tell his hole loves by flaring out—then drill inside him with a pointed tip and flicker it till he gasps some more. “Push out,” I encourage him. He does and his hole opens like a tiny, budding flower. I take advantage and pull those petals apart, and dive inside him much deeper where the pink petals turn to a deep red well. I’ve had many teachers, most of the older men from the lake, who have over the years shared their rimming knowledge with me, and I love sharing that now with Reznor. “It doesn’t have to hurt,” I tell him looking over his luscious balls. I lick them, too. Pop one testicle in my mouth, then the other. He gives me a rare Reznor smile, albeit one that’s extremely filthy. He pushes my head back down wanting me to eat his hole more. The boy knows what he wants. He’s relaxed and it’s easy to ply his ass lips farther apart with two fingers. My tongue run three-sixty clockwise around the inside of his hole, then in reverse. I drool and push the saliva inside him, twirl my middle finger in deep until I feel his prostate. I rub it till his excited as hell, in full heat. I love playing with his body; everything's new to him. He’s drawing in breaths excitedly and I know he’s primed for cock, specifically, my cock. I reach into the nightstand between the beds and pull out my lube. I slip out of my gym shorts springing my woody, grease my pole and tenderly slick up his hole. Slowly I plunge headlong into the warmest, softest hole you can imagine. He is so wet, wanting to be fucked. There’s nothing forced. His ass lips flare as my cock penetrates him, pushing back my foreskin feeling my cockhead burrow into his hole. His libido matches mine—I want to fuck him and he so wants to be fucked. His eyes are closed and I don’t mind just looking at his features as I slide inch by inch inside him. His full lips peel apart in astonishment, revealing his bright teeth reflected in the cool moonlight. The scruff of his chin for the first time I find attractive, feel it with my fingers, gather it in my mouth, as I’m stroke my cock with his velvety sphincter. Within his body he’s clutching me tightly, but his hips rock so that I know he wants more of me. I reply with three-quarters of my cock enjoying the last few inches of opening him up. His eyes flash, encouraging me to go on all the way. As I grind my hips, swirling my cock to stir his colon, he reaches up, grabs my hand. He flings my hand across his face, smacks himself with my palm. Hard. It startles me, this thunderclap across his face. Reznor looks at me to see my reaction. I guess I’m more puzzled than anything. I want to pleasure myself in his ass not cause him harm. But as I’m fucking him down to my balls, he takes my hands and places them around his neck. “Please,” is all he says. I’m not sure what to do. I put my hands on either side of his face, but he grabs my wrists and puts my hands back on his neck. As I fuck him, I gently squeeze his neck, my thumbs at his windpipe. “Harder,” he rasps. I keep fucking his hole and, I knows it’s perverse, but my hands at his throat gets me leaking inside him. His hole is extra wet now, more slippery than before. This increased lubrication intensifies the pleasure I feel in my cockhead. My shaft is slick. I fuck him harder. I tighten my grip. Reznor’s face begins to turn red. “Hurt me, Kyle,” he gasps. He’s starts stroking his erect cock. The harder I squeeze my hands around him the faster he strokes. He nods his head as he looks pleadingly in my eyes. I choke him in earnest, seeing his face turn purple, his eyes bulging. And as fucked up as that is, I can’t stop myself from fucking him harder, and feel him shooting hot ropes of cum onto my chest, which makes me cum, hard, inside him. I hold his neck in my hands, shaking, until his eyes go blank. I release my stranglehold and he heaves hoarsely for breath. His hands reach up and grab my shoulders as he stares up at the ceiling. He’s not with me. There’s a shell of a person my cock is inside of, but Raznor’s somewhere else. It takes a moment for his breathing to coming back to normal, his eye to glow alive again. He keeps hold of my shoulders, squints his eyes with intense concentration. He whispers, “I see it.” I look at his face, then over my shoulder to see what he’s looking at. My cock oozes out of him, and I feel a small flood of my sperm dribble out. His eyes are fixed in the corner of the room. “Fear and dread,” he says, dazed, staring at Mars. “Fear and dread,” I echo.

5. The Boys Go Camping The four of them stand roughly in a diamond formation. Tommy’s in front since he’s the smallest; Reznor, in hiking shorts and sporting a black eye, is in back of him on the left; Steve Reynolds’ on the right (the one holding up his phone to take the picture); then House, being the biggest, stands in the back. Tommy’s the only one smiling from ear to ear because they included him on their camping trip. The others are serious, mostly because they’re out of breath from the hike’s last mile which was entirely uphill. Tommy has, Reznor is beginning to realize, infinite, annoying energy—or so it seems the way Reznor’s looking at him in the photo. You can see in background, behind the four of them, the Appalachian Trail is at its peak fall colors this Columbus Day weekend—or Indigenous Peoples Day as it’s billed at school. (FYI: Kyle Dupree had a knockdown, all out fist fight with Marlon Reznor in the locker room the previous Thursday over the name of the holiday. Dupree—Team Indigenous Peoples—ended up with a bloody lip; Reznor—Team Columbus—a black left eye.) The cloudless blue dome lights up the silver birch’s gold and yellow leaves, while the sugar maples are at their most intense oranges and reds. The evergreens—firs, blue spruces and hemlock pines—provide the dark green contrast that set off the dying forest’s leaves giving them such intense luminosity. The boys’ brightly colored down jackets also add a dazzling array of color to the photo, so say many of the commenters on Steve Reynolds’ Instagram account. At the summit that provides the group a full 360 degree panorama of autumn colors, Reznor stops, his palms on his knees, bent over, catching his breath. “Yawl go ahead. I gotta stop here for a second.” Tommy in the lead, followed by Reynolds and House, stop and wait against some boulders. They let their backpacks ease up on the rocks. In between breaths, Reznor adds, “Whose goldarn idea was this anyway?” Steve Reynold holds up his phone checking for signal bars. “Did you actually just use goldarn in a sentence?” he laughs, taking off his New England Patriots cap to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “Fuck off, Reynolds.” Reznor pulls off his backpack and sets it on the ground. “We should just set up camp here.” “Um, no,” Tommy informs him, with as little sarcasm as he dares against the group’s alpha, “because we’re still on the trail, and on the side of a mountain?” House unknots the red kerchief around his neck and wipe the sweat from his brow. “You wanna fall into that ravine in the middle of the night taking a piss?” Reznor looks over the edge of the hiking trail at the river below. “Well, how much farther?” “Maybe a mile?” Tommy guesses. He looks across at all the burnished leave covering the hillsides and sees the sun is quickly on its decent. “Not too far, but we should get going.” Reznor huffs pulling on his pack. “Well, let’s go then.” They hike down to a level glade where Tommy hops over rocks on a wet part of the trail. The rest of them follow, hopping rock to rock. True to his word, a mile down the trail there’s a camp with a lean-to. They all unload their packs in the structure. House immediately starts gathering firewood. Tommy takes out a cooking pot and their freeze dried dinner, while Reznor lies against his pack in the lean-to, arms crossed behind his head. Steve Reynolds takes a selfie and then snaps a few more of the camp and his teammates. Everyone’s smiling in these, even Reznor. It’s peacefully quiet. A few birds chirp in the branches of the colorful forest. House occasionally breaks the silence with a violent snap of wood across his knee. Tommy looks around contented, mixing water from his canteen into the chicken mac and cheese he brought for everyone. Reznor’s picking out M&Ms from his trail mix. Reynolds and House are being pyros seeing how big of a fire they can make. After it dies down, Tommy heats up their meal, then divides it into four bowls. Reznor doesn’t like it and goes back to his trail mix, but House loves it and scarfs down Reznor’s portion. After dinner, sitting around the fire, a young red fox runs through the camp startling everyone. Reynolds’ pissed he didn’t have his phone out, but it’s all the rest of them can talk about till the sun goes down. Reznor pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels and passes it around. Tommy gets drunk quickly and passes out in the lean-to on top of his sleeping bag. “Lightweight,” says Reznor. “Give it a rest,” House tells him. “He did good getting us here today.” Reznor looks at him in the campfire light. “I think there could have been an easier climb, is what I’m sayin’. Seems to me we did a lot more uphills than was necessary.” Reynolds takes a swig and passes the bottle to House. “As happy as I am on this trip,” Reynolds says, “I still feel bad for St. Anthony’s. Terrible reason to cancel a game because some of the team ends up in the hospital.” House grunts in agreement, and passes Reznor the bottle. Reynolds goes on: “I knew one of the guys that O.D.’d. Barclay. We went to the same Jersey summer camp when we were kids.” “Gave us a free weekend, didn’t it?” reasons Reznor. “Anyway, what kind of dealer laces coke with fentanyl? You gotta know your dealer. I heard he was just some random dude that someone knew that someone knew.” A branch cracks in the dark beyond the campfire. “What was that?” House jumps up with a stick. “Don’t yawl worry, big guy,” says Reznor. He starts to stand but wavers, deciding it’s better to keep close to the ground. “If that mister fox comes back to attack yawl, I’ll get him with this here bottle.” Reynolds snorts and leans back on his elbows. Looking up, clouds obscure the stars. He lays all the way back, watching the campfire light up the trees above where leaves flutter like a million dark butterflies. It only takes a minutes before he’s snoring in the dirt. “Probably good idea to get to the sleeping bag,” says House. He stumbles into the lean-to and passes out before he finishes unlacing his boots. Reznor watches the fire die with his back up against the lean-to’s deck. He hugs his bare knees for warmth, strokes the sparse strands of hair on his chin. A dimple emerges. There’s a rare hint of contentment to his smile, a subtle slip of his smug mask behind which most people never see. It’s not too much longer before the campfire is just red embers illuminating his unlined face. The coals blur. His eyes close. Tommy’s the first one up, too energetic for Reznor to deal with. He opens only one eye, not remembering how he made it to his sleeping bag. He watches Tommy bouncing around camp, gathering wood, building a small fire, mixing freeze dried eggs (the very thought makes him ill), and waits for someone else to get up. Reznor closes his one eye and turns over. House and Reynolds stir, and Tommy’s has instant coffee ready for them. There’s sugar and powdered milk if they want, he tells them. Reynolds tousles his hair and House grunts his appreciation as they accepts their steaming cups. Neither wants to talk until they have some caffeine in their system. After they’ve downed some eggs, they rouse Reznor, who groans half-asleep. “If even one of you even mention eggs, I swear, I will projectile vomit in your general direction.” Reznor does take the coffee, though. “You have redeemed yourself in my eyes, sir.” Tommy’s smile is so big it looks like his head’s about to split in half. After they break camp, Reznor says he’ll guide them back to the car. He’s sure he knows a faster way, he says, which won’t have as much climbing. The three others exchange dubious looks, but follow him down a path to the river. It’s somewhere around noon they realize they have no idea where they are. The sky’s overcast so they can’t get a fix from the sun which direction would point them to the trailhead. Reznor refuses to backtrack the way they came all morning since that would mean they’d be going back uphill. Besides, Reznor tells them, he’s sure all they have to do is follow the river and it’ll come out by Reynold's Prius. Tommy keeps his mouth shut but he’s pretty sure it’s a different river than the one they hiked along yesterday. By four o’clock, the sun’s broken through the clouds very low on the horizon. No one will say it, but they’re a little panicked. Reynolds suggests they make a fire to sleep around, then tomorrow go back the way they came. Reznor swears they’re close to the trailhead and convinces them to soldier on for one more hour. After the sun sets behind the mountain, dusk arrives quickly. In the gloom of the forest, crickets chirp in every direction. As night engulfs the four boys, the trail abruptly ends on a backcountry road. They hear men talking and yucking it up about twenty yards down the road. Four trailers, roughly in a square, are on the road’s far side. The boys pass some mud-caked trucks and a few old jeeps, gun racks and rifles in every vehicle. They peek around a trailer where a party seems to be going on. In the middle of the trailers there’s a campfire with a group of men in lawn chairs, sitting back, drinking clear liquid out of glass canning jars. The four boys look at each other. Reznor breaks off and comes up to the group of men. “Yawl excuse me, gentlemen.” The group is spooked by the unexpected appearance of an outsider. They lean forward in the chair staring at Reznor. He forces a smile. “My boys and I seem to have gotten lost and we were wondering if you could kindly tell us where we might have ended up.” Reznor counts nine men and two pit bulls that are growling. The lawn chair guys look at him with raised eyebrows. The pit bulls continue to snarl. “You hush.” One of the men with a scraggly grey beard yanks the leash he holds on the dogs. “Lost you say? You sound like a southerner boy.” “Yes, sir. That ah am.” Reznor really leans into his accent hoping to break the ice. “Micky-G,” a guy with a bowl haircut says to the scraggly bearded man. He’s got a very bushy, dark goatee that he strokes as he speaks. “Ask him what a southern boy’s doing this far up north? Boy must be wicked lost.” Some lawn chair guys chuckle, clanging glass jars on their aluminum armrests. “Well, sir,” Reznor says to the goateed man, “Ah attend Glastonbury College—that’d be a drive, I reckon, two hours south of here—but ma’ roots are from the Appalachian Mountains in the glorious state of Tennessee.” (Never mind Reznor’s from the swanky town of Belle Meade outside Nashville, and whose father is part owner of the Percy Warner Country Club.) The bushy goateed man’s eyes widen, impressed. “Yes, sir-ree,” Reznor goes on, “ma’ little dirt-spit of a town had a one room schoolhouse and ma’ teacher from first grade through high school was one Mrs. Irene Duckworth, and she took a shine to me from ma’ very first day. Made sure I had a scholarship the day I got my diploma. Her only stipulation being that I hightail it up north to one of those New England colleges she used to dream about. Bless-ed lady.” “Hey, Shamus,” calls out a younger guy with overlapping triple chins. He leans forward and his aluminum chair painfully squeaks. “Didn’t your Betsy have a Mrs. Duckworth at Willard Hollow Elementary?” Shamus, in a red MAGA cap, nods, and says, “Indeed she did. You, Furball, have quite the memory.” Reznor gulps. Having lifted so much of his fictional story out of Kyle Dupree’s real life, he hopes the tale he spinning isn’t overly familiar to this crowd. “’Cept that Mrs. Duckworth,” says red cap Shamus, “was an Ar-lene not I-rene as I recall. Hey, you fellas,” MAGA cap says to the three boys hovering a ways away. “Come on over here by the fire so we can get a better look at cha.” House leads the way, with Reynolds and Tommy trailing in his shadow. The old scraggly bearded guy, Micky-G, looks from House to Tommy, goes, “Well, now, you have got to be as big as he is small. How big you say you was fella?” House looks around the lawn chair men. “Uh, six foot seven.” “Yes, sir,” interjects Reznor, feeling he’s won over this crowd. “It’s why we call him house.” “Now why’s that, boy?” asks Shamus, pushing up his MAGA cap. “Um,” says Reznor, forcing himself to not roll his eyes. “Because he’s as big as one.” Shamus looks at Reznor confused. “Big as one what?” “I’m called House,” explains House, simply, “because I’m as big as a house.” Shamus takes a beat, then explodes into phlegmatic laughter. The other men rock in their lawn chairs laughing, too. A couple of them slap their thighs. “Big as a house!” repeats Shamus, before he hocks a loogie in the dirt. Reynold unobtrusively raises his camera, snaps a pic of these characters and, seeing he’s got a signal, posts it to his account. Under his breath he quietly sings the beginning of the Deliverance banjo song to House and Tommy: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” Reznor gives him a warning glare. “What’s that now?” a big bear of a man sporting a full black beard asks Reynolds. He’s at the far end of the circle, darkly outline beyond the campfire. “Was you singing the hillbilly song from that old movie?” “No, sir. I definitely was not singing the hillbilly song from that old movie,” Reynold says, pocketing his phone. “I question that, boy,” says the bear, leaning forward into the firelight. The top of his head is bald, but there’s a horseshoe of long black hair that hangs down to his shoulders. There’s an evil glint in his eye when he tells Reynolds, “You sure got a purty mouth.” Some of the lawn chair guys chuckle ominously. “That ring a bell? Tommy jumps in all friendly smiles. “We were just hoping you guys could just point us in the right direction. Like maybe where does that road go to?” He points to the road they came from. “Could we just follow it into some town? Hopefully one that’s close by?” A man with grey, wispy hair in a ponytail, set down his drink, and gets out of his chair. “Fellas,” he says to the circle. “I think these boys either come for our moonshine or our meth. Either way, I don’t think we outta let ‘em leave.” The lawn chair men rise and start humming darkly the dueling banjo song they seem to be all too familiar with: “Dum-du-dah-duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-dum…” The four boys look at one another, then tear off down the road as fast as their hiking boots let them. Reynolds tosses off his backpack and double-times it straight ahead shooting past the others. Three men in camo hunting vests grab House and throw him against a rusted truck. In his struggles his backpack falls off during the melee. Tommy and Reznor right away are picked off by their backpacks, and are struggling as they’re returned to the campfire. Reznor continues trying to banter his way out of this jam. Two guys, ushering him on either side, relieve him of his backpack, then toss him into one of the lawn chairs. Tommy’s thrown into the chair next to him. Both their packs are deposited at their feet. They peer down the road where House punches one of the camo guys, but the other two throw themselves on top of him. It looks from Reznor and Tommy’s vantage point that they’ve got House pinned to the ground. But suddenly the two guys fly straight in the air and House escapes into the woods with the one guy he punched before in hot pursuit. The big bear with the black beard emerges from the shadows and looms over Reznor. He turns to the wispy ponytailed man, whose hair falls every which way after the altercation, and the triple chin young guy who’s never left his chair. “Lewis, Furball—park the little one in the woodshed. I’d like to have a word with my Appalachian buddy.” Furball and Lewis, putting his ponytail back in a hair tie, pluck Tommy up. Tommy toes never touch the ground as they escort him to the woodshed and lock him inside. Reznor’s eyes dart back and forth at the men around his chair. Two of the camo guys stumble in from the road out of breath. Five men and two pit bulls surround Reznor. Not good odds for getting away. Lewis and Furball return making his odds even worse. MAGA capped Shamus steps out of the shadows. “What are we gonna do with him, Frank?” Frank, the large bearded bear, says, “Like I said, we’re gonna start with a few questions, and then we’ll go from there.” Reznor looks around at the gathered men, then at Frank defiantly. “That’s a nice shiner you got, boy. How’d you get it?” Reznor smiles, friendly-like. “Ran into a door.” Frank smacks him with back of his hand hard enough to send him and the chair sideways. Lewis and Shamus bend down and right him. “Let’s start over. Pretend I’m dark Santa,” he tells Reznor. “’I know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sakes.” Reznor rubs his face. “Dark Santa. Got it.” Frank gets down on his haunches, eyes level to Reznor. “You really from Appalachia?” “No. Suburb outside of Nashville.” Frank nods. Smiles. “Dirt poor?” Reznor takes a moment. Frank cocks his head, waiting, his hand rising a bit. “No. Filthy rich.” Frank whacks him again spilling him out of the chair. “Fuck!” Reznor shouts, picking himself up. Furball helps him back into the chair. “What’d’ya do that for? That was the truth!” “Don’t know.” Franks shrugs. “Just felt like it.” He motions to the bushy goatee guy to bring him a chair. Goatee brings one over and Frank plops down in it—knees against Reznor’s. “What’s your name? And you best tell the truth. Dark Santa can tell.” Reznor scowls. “Reznor. Marlon Reznor.” Franks says, “I should whack you just on account of your name.” “Hey, I didn’t name me.” Frank smiles at him, then leans forward and puts his palms on Reznor’s bare thighs. He sniffs. The boy has a pleasant, clean scent—not like anyone from around here. His hands go an uncomfortable distance up Reznor’s shorts. He squeezes the boy’s muscular quads, feels something stir in him. “Now, Marlon, honest injun. You come for Micky-G’s hooch or you come for my top-shelf tina?” “Honest injun, we’re lost. All we want to do is get home.” Reznor’s jaw nervously clenches. He’s praying his eyes aren’t misting in front of this asshole. He’s pissed and scared at the same time, and Frank’s thumb is a hair’s breadth away from his metal cage—the last thing he wants exposed under these circumstances. “You know, Marlon? I actually believe you,” Frank says. “Indeed I do.” He looks around the huddled men. “But you can see we can’t let you leave, now that you know what we got cooking up here.” Reznor’s about to speak, but Frank pulls his hands from Reznor’s shorts, puts a grimy finger to the boy’s lips. “Now don’t say that you’ll never tell, or that you won’t give away our little secret. We’ve heard that before. Some of us even fell for it, ended up doing time because of it. Ain’t that right, Shamus?” MAGA cap says, “Damn straight.” “Ain’t that right, Dougie?” Dougie strokes his dark goatee, says, “Two friggin years, pardon my French.” “Ain’t that right, Micky-G?” “In the eighties, I served eleven months and they destroyed my still anyway, fuckin’ storm troopers,” says Micky-G. He’s brought over a glass jar filled to the brim. He still holds the pit bulls in his other hand. He hands the canning jar to Frank, who politely offers it to Reznor. “What is that,” Reznor says. “A peace offering, Marlon.” “I’ll pass.” “Not a request,” Dougie replies, pulling his goatee. Reznor scans the men around him. Looks at the woodshed containing Tommy. Sees an eyeball looking at him through a knot in the woodshed door. “Give it.” Frank gives him the jar and Reznor sips it. He immediately sprays it on the ground. The men around him laugh. “Smooth, huh?” says Frank, with a sneer. “Good as any Grey Goose in your daddy’s liquor cabinet, I bet. Ten times as butt-kicking. Go on again, ‘less you prefer Santa gives you a piece of coal.” Reznor steels himself, and takes a large swig. It burns all the way down his gullet. He opens his mouth silently, sticks out his tongue then bears his teeth. “Second gulp always goes down better,” Shamus snickers. Frank taps the bottom of the jar. Reznor lifts it to his lips and downs several gulps in a row. After swallowing he wildly shakes his head with his tongue hanging out. The men slow-clap his effort. “You really go to that college?” Dougie asks, as Reznor composes himself. Reznor nods. “C’mon now. Only a little left,” Frank says, pointing to the moonshine. Reznor feels the moonshine starting to impact him. The men double in number as his eyes cross. Maybe he’ll pass out and be out of this nightmare. He lifts the jar and finishes it, but then Shamus is right there, taking a cork out of a jug with his teeth, and refills his glass. “No,” Reznor says, forcing the canning jar on Frank. “I can’t. Nuh-uh. Nope. Negative. Nose-spray-Jose.” The group laughs. “Okay,” Frank says, accepting the jar. He puts his thick finger under Reznor’s chin. “So, Marlon, let me ask you. You really go to that Glastonbury College?” Reznor nods slowly so his brain won’t fall out. Frank goes on, “Kyle Dupree goes there. Know him?” “Besst friends,” Reznor says trying to minimize his slurring. “Team-mate. Good buddy. Gave me this here black eye.” Reznor points to the wrong eye, corrects himself. “This black eye.” He snorts a laugh at his mistake. Lewis pulls on his ponytail, says, “That sounds like our boy.” “Guy’s a douche.” Reznor’s head bobs forward beginning to fade. “Lightweight,” Frank says. To a couple of the men around him, he instructs, “Get him inside and strip him. Once he’s tied to the bed, Lewis, give him a big ol’ booty bump from the last batch. I don’t want to fuck a passed out drunk.” Lewis and Shamus grab Reznor under his arms and take him up the steps into Frank’s trailer. Reynolds and House, having circled back, silently crouch down in the bushes. They watch Frank take sips of Reznor’s rejected moonshine. Macky-G yanks his dogs’ leashes and leads them up the steps of the farthest trailer. House nudges Reynolds as the camo guy he punched comes back into camp. He’s talking to the other two, as Furball waves good night. They hear a truck sputter off. Frank looks at his trailer and throws a piece of firewood into the flames. A cascade of sparks fly up into the black night. He tosses the remains of the moonshine into the fire, where it explodes into a small fireball that poofs back his hair. Slowly he gets out of his chair, and climbs the steps of his trailer. “Who got a point?” Franks calls up into the trailer. Wayne opens the door for him, flips his ponytail. He hands him an orange cap syringe before shutting the door. *** “You catch all that?” House asks Reynolds. Reynolds whispers back, “Afraid so.” House gives him the once over. “Didn’t take you for the heroic rescue type.” Reynold snorts. “I’m not. Came back because this is the only place I get any bars.” Reynolds shows him his phone screen. House considers this. “Well, I’m thinking if we get Tommy out, the three of us can take on the rest of these hicks. Most of them are old or fat, or both.” "Are you nuts, man? They’ve gotta be loaded up the ass with weapons. They gotta fuckin’ meth lab! And this is Vermont, for Christ sake. Live free or die, and all that.” Reynolds scurries away from the bushes deeper into the woods. House mumbles to himself, “That’s New Hampshire, doofus.” He follows the light of the phone. Once he catches up to Reynolds, he’s incredulously. “You’re texting someone, now?” “Hang on.” Reynolds punches in a few numbers. “No. Calling.” After a couple of rings a voice says hello. “Dupree?” “Yes. Who’s this?” A beat. “Steve Reynolds? That you?” “Yes,” he rasps. “Why are you whispering? You’re the last person I’d ever thought I’d hear from.” “Dupree, where are you?” “I came home after the cancelled game. I’m sitting in my bedroom with my dog. To what do I have the privilege of this call?” “We got lost camping and stumbled on this backwoods hillbilly meth lab. And they’re about to rape Reznor.” There’s a long silence. “Dupree, you there?” “Yeah. Waldo, no, we’re not playing ball. Lay down. Good boy. Yeah, well, why call me? Shouldn’t you call the police or something?” “One: we don’t know where we are. Two: they said they know you?” “Who? The hillbilly meth guys?” “Yeah, this big Frank guy, and a Dougie. Who else House?” House whispers into the phone: “Lewis, Shamus, a Micky-G.” “Micky-G? You dopes. You’re at Micky-G’s still? Hoo-wee!” Hysterical laughter erupts from the phone. “You in the deep end of the pool, my friends! Deep doo-doo.” More laughter. “It’s not funny, asshole. Reznor’s about to get raped and Tommy’s probably next. House and I are out near their trailers, but … listen, you gotta get here and talk these bumpkins into letting them go. Stop laughing!” Besides the laughter, there’s barking coming from the phone. Reynolds cover the speaker worried someone’s going to hear it. Finally Kyle returns in a normal voice. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I’ll ask my mom’s boyfriend to take me there. It’ll take a while though. There’s like four trailers together, right?” Reynolds confirms this. “Okay, whatever you do, do not try to stop them. They’ll string you up or shoot you. You do not want to mess with these guys. They might look like yokels, but they’ll drop you like a buck on the first day of deer season. You got it?” “Fuck Dupree. Get here as fast as you can!” Reynolds says. “Hurry,” House adds. There’s three beeps when Reynolds and House hang up. I reach across to the other twin bed in my room and scratch Waldo’s ears. I go in and ask Jacob to drive me to Micky-G and Frank’s camp. ASAP. I’ll explain on the way. He’s down with in, no questions, though my mom’s got plenty of them. I give her the short version saying my teammates got lost and we need to bail them out. So I might have exaggerated how dangerous those guys are. But I know those trailers house enough weapons to arm a small Latin American country. Strangers and guns are a bad mixed in these parts. And if Reznor takes one for the team, well, that’s karmic justice. I’m still kind of pissed at him for the sucker punch he threw. Honestly, those trailer guys are more formidable in a bowling alley than they are in a dark alley. Well, except Frank. Frank’s a special case, especially if he’s been partying. You wanna avoid Frank in that case. True story: One afternoon, Frank slams ‘bout half a gram of his product, and this gigantic brown bear, fresh out of six months hibernation, chooses to stroll into his camp. The bear’s ready to eat anything and everything, and can’t believe there’s this big fat meal standing in front of him. He roars, gets up on his two legs towering over Frank, gonna maul him to death and eat him—no doubt about it. And what does Frank do? Run away? Go get his shotgun? Nope. Frank, amped up as shit, picks up a nearby ax and with an even louder roar than the bear—swear on a stack of bibles—chops the animal right through his skull down to his nether regions, splits the fucker in one fell swoop right in two. Grisliest thing—pardon the pun—you ever did see. Yup, Frank is one bear you do not want to poke. My advice for Reznor: best let him do the poking. I mean, how bad could it be? *** To say Reznor wakes up naked, gagged, tied to a bed, would be incorrect. That’s because he never was exactly asleep, so technically he could never have woken up. Out of it, yes. He still is, but after something cold and wet squirts into his rectum, he’s been agitated ever since. Wired, drunk and now horny as fuck—it’s a weird combo. He pulls on the ropes that have him spread eagle on his stomach. The bare mattress he’s on is piss stained and strongly smells like it. He’s blurry-eyed looking around, straining to make sense of his surroundings. Staring at the wall ahead seems to ground him. Trying not to think about his dick straining against its cage doesn’t help. The faded blue walls at twelve o’clock gradual comes into focus. There’s a woman. It’s an old poster, torn, and tattered. It’s Sarah Palin in a red, white and blue bikini toting a rifle. Next to it is a black and white Dirty Harry movie poster. Clint Eastwood aims a 44 magnum at his head, with the words “Go ahead, make my day” surrounding the weapon. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise, then, that the wall to his right has racks and racks of guns: AK-47s, AR-15s, shotguns, rifles; wood grained, camouflaged, matte black metal. On his left, an open closet door with a chest of drawers inside, the top strewn with an assortment of handguns. He can only guess what fun stuff is inside those drawers. Behind him is the bedroom door, a light switch, and one more poster: a kitten dangling precariously from a rope under the words “Hang in there baby.” Spread eagle naked on a pee-stained mattress surrounded by an armory of firearms, and an inspirational kitten poster: Reznor thinks he must be in some absurdist’s idea of hell. This notion is confirmed when Frank enters the room. In the bright room his eyes are more menacing. He’s shirtless, two full sleeves of tattoos, both tits pierced with doorknockers, and a big belly hanging over his belt. His hair never ceases it seems. His black beard and long black hair meld into the fur that coats his shoulders and, as he closes the door behind him, Reznor sees fur that extends over every inch of his back. So why is Reznor’s dick still swelling painfully looking at this overly hirsute man, a sight that should revolt him? He’s not so deluded as to think his straight. C’mon, that would be crazy. it’s just a subject best put out of mind. In high school the Bible Club was, for lack of a better word, a God send. He enjoyed the girls in the club. They were perfect dating material, and in Tennessee, often the prettiest. Certainly demure, submissive, willing to “hold off” till marriage. The second God send came in the form of Coach Brandon’s required celibacy. It concentrated all those raging hormones on one thing, and one thing only: winning! So far he found he could have it all: he was rich, cool, hip, smart, very handsome, a drop-dead body, killer six-pack abs, a broad chest, chiseled jaw. He’d do him if he could. So why the straining inside his cage for the hairy ape? It’s the booze and drugs they pumped in him, he decides, that’s driving this perverse desire. Frank kneels in back of him on the bed. He slips a hand between Reznor’s legs and rumbles a deep belly laugh as he fondles Reznor’s chastity device. “The boys told me, but I had to see for myself,” Frank says, “you perverted little pig.” He flips Reznor over, which strains Reznor’s limbs as his arms and legs cross over. “And not a hair on you.” He bends over and sucks on one of Reznor’s tits. Reznor struggles, but this causes Frank to more fiercely suck and then to bite his nipple. He runs his tongue under each of Reznor’s smooth arm pits, then down his broad chest and tight abs. Frank grabs the metal cage, speaking to it. “How you doin’ in there, little guy?” He runs a finger along the metal strips, gliding a coarse finger over the area of skin he can touch. It stimulates Reznor and causes him immense discomfort as his prick desperately wants to enlarge but can’t. “Would you look at that? A whole bunch of drool coming out of your little guy. Hate to tell you, bud, but you sprung a bad leak.” He laughs as he runs his thumb over the tip of Reznor’s dick, making Reznor wag his head back and forth in agony. He moans loudly behind the cloth knotted around his head. He bites on the gag, saliva trailing over his cheeks. “Guess I don’t have to give you a reach-around, bud,” Frank says, flipping Reznor back on his stomach. “It’s all about daddy.” Reznor hears Frank’s belt being unbuckled, pants unzipped, boots being kicked in the corner. Naked, Frank’s large, hairy thighs plop next to Reznor’s head. Reznor watches Frank uncaps a needle and sticks it in his arm. There’s an instance of swirling blood in the vial, then Frank flushes a shitload of pure methamphetamine into his body. His head rocks back for a second before he’s suddenly back up on his feet. “Fuck, yeah,” he yells, then smacks Reznor’s ass. “Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna rip your ass till it’s wider than the Grand fucking Canyon.” Reznor feels a wet liquid running down his butt crack. “This works out, I just might keep you as my new pet.” Frank’s knees push Reznor’s legs apart. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, make you my whore. That booty bump doing it for you, boy? I can give you more. I could make you good twenty-four seven. Keep you on a leash tied up here in this room. Keep you high and happy the rest of your days. Make you into a slammin’ meth whore. What’d’ya say?” Suddenly, Frank’s cock rams up his ass straight up to his balls. The pain makes Reznor scream, though it’s muffled by the gag. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s good, that’s good, that’s very good,” says Frank as he’s humping him. He fully pulls out so he can fuck Reznor’s ass again and hear him scream. Reznor bites down on the cloth in his mouth, breathing so rapidly he on the verge of hyperventilating. His rag’s overflowing saliva. Frank pulls out leaving just the tip of his fat cockhead in his hole. He teases him, only giving him his cock’s first inch over and over. Franks rushing and caught in this hypnotic, pleasurable loop. It’s got to be the booty bump, because, unbelievably, Reznor’s slowly willing to open up for the man as he teases him. He even starts to crave more than an initial inch. Unable to stop himself, Reznor pushes up just a little of his hole up to Frank. It's too small to see but Frank senses it in his cock, like a cobra senses the smallest movement of a rodent. Reznor’s stops clenching his sphincter for a second, and Frank snaps out of his spell and strikes, his entire cock rams back in up to the hilt of the boy’s hole. Who’s to say the cobra doesn’t enjoy the mouse’s shriek. Again and again, Reznor’s in pain and screeching. Frank laughs, enjoying alternately teasing the boy’s hole then destroying it. “Boy, you’ve had got the sweetest butthole I have ever fucked.” Frank stops momentarily, with his cock fully up Reznor ass. In a conflicted haze, Reznor doesn’t know what to expect, or even what he wants, but he begins feeling heat deep inside his colon. Hot piss starts sputtering out his ass. As Franks relieves himself, he whispers his continual blathering in his ear: “Oh, yeah. Every morning this is how we’ll start. Relieving my morning piss in your sweet little hole. Love this hole. Poz you up. Love your sweet little boy hole. But I’m gonna see that it don’t stay that way. No. You hear me? Yeah,” he says, pumping away inside Reznor’s body. “I want my pussy boy to have a big sloppy man cunt. Big hanging lips. Pull out your innards. Give you a big prolapse. Fuck that prolapse. Eat that prolapse. I know you want that. Don’t you want that, boy?” Reznor’s confused. The meth and moonshine follow these babbling words. His constricted cock wants it, too. But there’s a part of him rejecting, fighting these ideas flowing in his ear. It’s his respectability, his sense of self that has him repeating no through his gag. Frank becomes aware of what Reznor’s saying quietly under his gag. He pulls out and smacks Reznor’s ass hard. “Don’t you contradict me, boy.” He rams his cock back in, pulling up Reznor’s hips so he can rapid-fire fuck him. “Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want me to cunt you, ram my foot all the way up your ass, all the way to your fuckin’ throat.” Talking to him like this, Frank is trying to get his cock back as hard as it was. He’s semi-flaccid but still inside Reznor. “Tell daddy what he wants to hear. Tell daddy.” “Fuck! You!” Reznor yells through his gag, his last attempt to cling to his ego. Frank abruptly pulls out. Gets off the bed. Reznor hears him pick up his pants and rip out his belt. Frank then wails on Reznor’s ass, striking him repeatedly. Reznor’s ass is on fire, flailing around the mattress trying to avoid being struck. “Don’t you disrespect me,” he says, repeatedly whipping Reznor. “Don’t. You. Ever. Disrespect. Me!” Each time letting the belt fly, taking chunks out of Reznor’s butt cheeks. In an uncontrollable rage, he screams, “I will fucking kill you if you ever speak to me that way again, you hear me?” He stops belting him. Hysterical crying comes from the mattress. He whips Reznor’s bleeding ass once more to get an answer. “I said, did you hear me?” “Yes, I hear you,” Reznor sobs, as articulate as he can through the wet cloth. The area below his face is drench in tears, drool, and snot. His tortured butt burns. He tries to suppress his sobs but loses the battle. “You going to be good?” Frank asks him, a little calmer now, out of breath. Reznor quickly nods his head, says, “Mm-hm, I’ll be good.” There’s a long silence. No movement, only heavy breathing. Somehow it’s more terror-producing than the beating. He’s not sure what the maniac will do next. But then he feels the rope around one of his ankles untie, then the other. He looks in front of the bed and sees naked Frank, one big coat of black fur, lowering himself until he’s eye to eye. He unties his gag. Reznor sniffs back mucus. “You understand why I beat you?” Frank’s face is all shamefully contrite. He wipes Reznor’s tears with a thumb. “Yes, sir. I understand.” It’s the first time he breathes freely in a while. “I don’t like it any more than you do, but you made me.” Reznor nods, even as silent tears keep flowing. Frank’s all calm reason. “I’m going to untie you, boy, and I want to see proper gratitude from you. You understand what I’m saying,” he says, stroking his hard on. Reznor sniffs again and nods. “Good. All right then.” Frank unbinds his arms. Reznor curls into a ball holding his knees and gently rocks. “Gratitude, I said, boy.” Frank’s on the bed, kneeling next to Reznor’s head, his erection an inch away from Reznor’s mouth. “Show daddy how grateful you are when he shows you mercy.” He brushes his cock against Reznor’s lips. Reznor opens his mouth and accepts Frank’s member. He runs his tongue over his drooling cockhead as Frank keeps pushing it further into his mouth. Lying on his side he sucks the man, as a palm in back of his head pushes him forward, the cock going deeper into his throat until he retches. Frank immediately pulls out and smack Reznor across the face. Reznor curls up again, while Frank verbally rages at him. The slap makes Reznor think faster now. He loudly pleads for forgiveness, realizes he needs to get on the floor, must kneel before Frank. He spreads Frank legs and starts sucking him in earnest, swirling his palm around the man’s fat member and tonguing him deeper and faster. Frank spits up pre-cum like a geyser the more submissive he gets. He licks his shaft and is pushed down to lick his hairy balls. Frank leans back, spreads his cheeks and tells him to get to work on his asshole. Reznor suppresses his desire to puke at the man’s acrid smell, and pulls his legs down so he can get back to dick sucking. On his elbows, Frank watches with pleasure having the pretty sandy-haired boy bob up and down on his cock, pushing his face into his black patch of pubes, grabbing his head, pushing it down. On the verge of gagging a second time, fearing what that will lead to, Reznor makes a decision. He clamps down his teeth as hard as he can. He’ll castrate this fucker if that what it takes. Frank jumps up roaring in pain, holding his bloody crotch. It takes a moment for the men outside to realize it’s Frank who yelling. Lewis and Shamus along with two of the camo men crash into the bedroom. They witness Frank, his dick bloody but still attached, beating the living shit out of Reznor. Frank’s in a frenzy, knocking Reznor’s head repeatedly against the Dirty Harry poster until he breaks through the trailer’s plaster wall. After Reznor's fallen, he starts kicking him. The four men restrain Frank on the bed to stop him from killing the kid. They keep him there until he regains some of his sanity. Frank assures them he’s okay, and runs into the bathroom to treat his more than injured pride. Reznor wakes up—this time actually awakens after Frank beats him unconscious. He’s cold. Aware enough to realize he’s still naked, outside, the wind blowing over him on a chilly October night. This time he’s upright, standing, or more accurately, hanging by his arms, spread eagle in the middle of a group of empty lawn chairs. The campfire’s last embers smolder, providing little warmth. What light there is comes from the surrounding trailers’ windows. A few remaining men from earlier in the evening mill about. No Frank in sight. His face heavily beaten, mouth swollen, caked blood under his nose, Reznor speaks slowly like a thousand year old man coming out of a thousand year sleep. “Might,” he says, feeling his jaw might be broken, “one of you gentlemen, please, be so kind, as to untie me?” They look fearfully in back of him. “My boys know better than that,” says a familiar deep voice coming up behind him. Frank comes around Reznor’s side, ducks under the rope. He’s in jeans, boots and a dark wool sweater now. “You are strung up,” he says pointing to the beam above him, “where we usually skin our deer.” Reznor’s struggling to come back to full consciousness, hindered by moonshine and meth, and now overlaid by pain. If he doesn’t move, the pain is bearable. He finds his legs are stuck apart, tied to stakes in the ground. But there’s something niggling at the edge of his consciously, something terrifying if he looks straight at it. He refuses to look at it. But as he’s beginning to take in his environment and his situation, he’s aware that while Frank points to the beam above his head, what he’s pointing with is a chainsaw. Frank pulls the cord and the chain saw whirs to life. Frank gives it a few good revs, until he sees comprehension and then, finally, what he’s after, absolute horror in Reznor’s face. Frank lets the chainsaw idle to a soft purr. “You know,” Frank says, walking up to him, “in olden times, when someone tried to kill the king and missed the mark, do you know what they’d do to that person?” Reznor’s piss flows through his chastity cage puddling in the dirt. “Do you know what drawn and quartered means?” Reznor sobs. Shaking. Frank puts his face inches from Reznor’s, both hands on the chainsaw’s handle that, for the moment, pointing to the ground. He gives a few revs, then tilts the spinning blade up between Reznor’s legs so he feels its breeze. Revs it loudly. “I asked you a question, boy,” he shouts over the machine. He opens the throttle to a full roar. “Do you even remember my fucking question anymore!?” To be continued…

by SwampRat (6/15/98) There are many levels of hell... and some are more interesting than others. Author's Note: When I first started playing DOOM, I noticed how Cute the Imp's butt was. All the others are nice, but those brown furry cheeks just begged to have more done to them than be peppered with buckshot. As game technology gets better, it gets easier to make things lifelike. I am still hoping for 'Anatomically Correct.' In the dim light, something stirred... groaned. "Well. I see you are awake." A head lifted, bruised. Eyes opened to stare into the gloom. Then winced shit as a harsh light hit them, illuminating a man in battle armor. Torn, scratched, dented, it told of a great fight. The man's arms were chained behind him, barely being held up by poles on either side. "You were a handful to capture alive - but I think well worth it." A cup was held to his mouth, and he swallowed, tasting a light wine. "Were you expecting blood? Something nastier maybe?" A chuckle and he was given another swallow. "Bad press, of course. We don't get the delicacies the Higher-Ups do." A third and he refused any more to drink, instead choosing to glare at the monster. Something was very wrong. Sam had seen enough naked Demons to notice differences. He could have sworn the demon wriggled its hips as it walked back to its desk. Perhaps it was female? The body language suggested it. He struggled a moment more, and then just sagged. Whatever happened, he was pretty much powerless to stop it. The monster sat down, and looked at the man for a moment, then over at something on its desk. A knock came from behind him. "Come" it said. The word, albeit simple, sounded dirty coming from the beast's muzzle. A door creaked and something entered. "Work, Work, Work. Ooooooooo! Who's the new one?" Sam grunted as a clawed hand grabbed his rear, then a brown Imp padded past, eyeing him. Same noted this one was male; very much so! All the other creature he had encountered were neuter - Or as best as he could figure. Not that he had looked, mind you - but curiosity was curiosity. "Mmmmmmmm. Butch." The new imp hissed, licking its lips. "You have something for me?" came a familiar growl. The new Imp turned, its red eyes never leaving the human. "Yeah. Here are the reports on East Sector." It handed a sheaf of papers over, hissing as a big hand rubbed its butt. "We getting him?" it questioned. Sam wanted to be sick. There was no mistaking what this one wanted. "No. We have other plans for him." The new Imp looked petulant, then moved when a big hand swatted its cheeks. "Back to work - Reginald." The monster made a face and padded off, but stopped long enough to wriggle a finger through a hole in Sam's armor and rub him intimately. "I bet you would love to beat me up." It hissed, eyes blazing. Sam jerked and grunted, wanting to do just that. 'Shit! They even made fighting dirty.' His captor licked its finger, grinning. "Reg.." it intoned. "I'm going, I'm going." Then it growled soft and low, "Anytime a hot, hunky male wants to beat on this cute Imp's ass. You just whistle." Then it was gone, leaving the man feeling like he had been slimed. A chuckle hit his ears. "Reg is - enthusiastic. But you know how it is getting good help, especially here." It shrugged and looked the papers over. "Well Samuel Markham. If you wonder why you are here, It's simple. You killed a lot of my brethren, and there was a lot of... discussion about what to do with you. Finally, it was decided to send you to the worst Hell there is for one of your kind - ME." Undressing, it stood and came to him, cock swaying between it's legs. "Reggie is right - you are one butch human." It gripped his crotch, a clawed finger rubbing his cock through the tattered cloth and what was left of his cod-piece, the other hand combing his short hair. Sam growled and shook his head "Go fuck yourself, you goddam faggot demon!" "That's the spirit." It growled back, fondling the human erotically. "You come back in a millennium or two and tell me that, and maybe I will believe it." It squeezed his ass roughly, ripping a hole to slip a finger in and goose the man, growling when the cheeks clenched tightly around its thick finger. "You'd be fun, but you have other places to be." A hoof stomped on a plate in front of him and the floor vanished."Have fun sexy" it said. Then it kissed him and snapped the chains on the poles. Sam plunged into darkness before he could reply. The man spat. He could still feel himself slide down that hairy leg. Struggling as he fell, he was rewarded as he felt the chains part. It took but a moment to rid himself of them. The tunnel he was falling down was starting to get warm, and he looked down at the steel links falling faster than he. His clothes ripped on the walls of the tunnel, leaving shallow scratches that burned. "Shiiiiiiittt!" He yelled, feeling like he had been tossed into a thicket of thorns. He shoved his boots against the tunnel to slow down, hearing them scrape and rip. Suddenly he was in water, and going down deep. Jerking, Sam pulled off his heavy chestplate and kicked for the surface. Within seconds he was gripping a crumbly edge and lifting himself onto his belly, wincing as more cuts and bruises made themselves known. Sam crawled out and sat coughing on the ledge, eyes closed, feeling every abuse done to him over the last few days. He was alive, a minor miracle in itself. "Forget the clothes", he thought, "what was left of them wouldn't make a loincloth. As for my boots..." He tossed what was left of them away, hearing a hiss as they hit lava. Just great! Laying there, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, but now is no time to sleep! "Rest. Relax." Something murmured to him. He woke with a start, feeling pleasure wash over him. "Damn! Thought I was too old for such things." His muscles contracted as another wave came, spurting his seed into. He opened his eyes, and stared into a single green orb, which was set in a much larger red sphere. Its mouth was closed on his erection and it was licking him. He could feel the big, warm organ gripping his dick, making him moan, shiver, and spurt again. Something was wrong as Hell about this. Ok, so he was in Hell, but still... He felt teeth press into the base of his stalk, then the creature floated up, pulling all the cum he had out of him, tongue still wrapped around the head. It grinned at him as he groaned, and began to lick the sweat off his belly, swirled over his balls, stroked his straining erection, keeping it hard. Warm breath ran over his body, as it moved lower, cleaning the sweat and grime from his thighs, giving him a tongue-bath. Sam gritted his teeth, trying not to curse out loud, keeping as still as possible, lest it get any other ideas. "Mmmmm, you humans taste soo goood!" It kissed his dick, then winked and floated off, muttering something about being late for the orgy. He waited until it was completely out of sight before grabbing handfuls of water and washing himself. Never had he felt so - dirty. And his dick refused to go down, waggling at him. "Traitor." He growled at it, then noticed something. He felt really good! His wounds weren't bothering him as much, he wasn't hungry, thirsty or tired. The walls gave off a sickly light as he took stock. No clothes, no weapons, and surrounded by queer creatures who wanted more than his hide. Just fucking wonderful! He stood a moment longer, thinking he had been through worse. But, he couldn't remember when, right off hand. He chose a direction at random and walked away into wherever this was, ready for most anything. Or so he thought. As the human turned a corner he saw a large imp much like the one he had left 'upstairs'. "Shit," Sam muttered, wishing he had something besides a hardon to defend himself with. Shaking the thought off, he noticed there were plenty of fist-sized rocks around. He had to turn in order to find one that was big enough to suit him, and as he grabbed it, he heard a snort. "Mmmmm, nice ass." Sam froze for a moment, then whirled, ready to toss the stone and run. But all he could do was stare. He didn't believe his eyes. The monster stared at him for a moment, gaze sliding between his legs, black tongue licking gilded lips. "You are a hot one." Then struck a classic 'muscle-man' pose, arms curled, hips turned slightly. It moved its bull-like head, flexing, pouting its mouth sensually Gold flashing on its half-closed eye-lids, golden rings gleaming in the light as they moved, piercing horns, ears, nose, nipples and cock. As it moved its body, he could see the hooves had also been painted gold. Fingers caressed furred hips, framing a pair of muscular, rounded butt-cheeks. It squeezed them firmly, one eye winking at its audience. "Like what you see, sexy?" It growled, a faint lisp making it sound stranger than expected. When Sam said nothing, it wriggled its butt at the human, then turned around and slid a clawed hand over its cock, playing with the ring that hung through the pointed tip. Striking another pose, it looked at him with undisguised lust, reaching out. Suddenly it yelped and jumped as a hand smacked its ass! "Hey!" An imp smirked at the monster, who was holding its rear and glaring at the brown creature. "Goldie only likes looking... and being looked at...well, and occasionally jerking off. Don't you Sweets." The Demon huffed, shook its head and clopped off, growling something about its makeup needing to be redone. "Now me, I prefer a good ... " The sound of a teleport pad drowned out whatever the male was going to say. Sam spat on the ground again and walked closer to see three rings inset like a triangle within a couple feet of each other. "Strange," he muttered, walking past the first one. Only to jump when a hand grabbed his butt! "Hey! You." He turned, to see the flash as the imp vanished again. Damn teleport pads! The human stood a moment, both fists cocked, stepping backwards in case it showed its ugly... whatever. And got goosed again! "You sonofa.." He turned again, and again there was nothing there. Sam tried to keep one eye on the left pad, and one on the right pad, half-crouched with both fists ready again, and stepped backwards. He jerked upright with a screech as his nuts were squeezed, his nipples pinched and something hard, thick and dripping rubbed against his butt. "Admit it, you love it." Sam reached back to rip the imp off his back and got empty air. "You, you little..!" For the half hour or so, the human staggered between the three pads, trying to get a fist, foot or anything on the bastard who caressed, kissed, nipped and generally played with his body. All during that time the only sounds was curses and giggles and the hum of teleport pads as the creature lived up to its namesake, always behind him. "Stand still, damn you!" Sam was panting now, winded and dizzy from whirling between the pads, never quite quick enough. It was bad enough he was caressed, nuzzled and kissed, but did it have to comment on his anatomy while doing it? He was tiring, panting hard, and sweaty when he heard the pad go off again. He made a half-turn, then quickly turned back, knowing it would appear in one of the two rings in front of him and when it did. He felt clawed fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking it gently and a tongue slid up his shoulderblade, cleaning it of sweat. "You feel so good in my hand. I bet you would feel even better up my ass." Sam stood, trying to catch his breath, which wasn't easy as part of the problem was it did feel good. He tensed, then threw a left hook that spun him around. He barely caught himself from falling, holding his trembling legs, and gasping for air. "I'll get you yet!" he screamed as he missed. He then stiffened as fingers parted his cheeks and a muzzle was shoved in, giving his anus a long obscene kiss, tongue flickering across the puckered ring, while another clawed hand stroked his dick back to full hardness yet again. Sam roared and jerked upright, about to twist around. "Admit it. you love it." he heard even as the creature dissolved into nothingness. A bite on his butt, a kiss on his balls and one long lick on his dick before the familiar hum, and silence again. Sam shook himself and stood a moment thinking. Then, he threw a hay-maker straight into the chin of the imp who had just teleported in. Whack. "Damn!" he said, rubbing his hand, "You bastards are hard-boned." Then looked at the heap of brown fur a few feet away. "One thing you are right about - I do love beating the crap out of you." Carefully avoiding the outlines in the rock, he walked onward down the path, if that is what it could be called, wincing as the words of the first imp he encountered returned - "Anytime a hot, hunky male wants to beat on a cute imp's ass, just whistle." A noise behind Sam made him whirl. The creature wasn't quite out after all. It groaned, gripping its dick and panted, "Ohhhhhh! Hit me again!" Then came all over its belly and fell back, panting heavily. If Sam had his boots he would have kicked the queer bastard square in the balls. But he didn't, and he wasn't about to put his toes there, despite how tempting it was. He growled and turned again, disgusted with himself. "Damn air, it has got to be the air." He continued on down the path, not listening to the sniggering behind him and ignoring the stare that burned on his bare ass. Sam continued on until he heard yells and screams coming over a ridge. His blood burned as he grimly made his way up, determined to set the souls whose screams he heard free. He stood on top of a hill for a moment, then flung himself down so he wouldn't be seen, lifting his head just enough to watch the goings-on. What he saw overwhelmed him. Men in tattered uniforms hung from poles, hands chained above them. Brown creatures much like the one he had punched intermingled with 'Arnies' - pink-skinned demons with big mouths and muscular that ran in a permanent stoop. An army of them milled around, looking for an unattached body part to suck on, play with or stick between their glistening cheeks. Of course the monsters had dicks, and were busy buggering the keening humans, adding to the noise when they came. Along with this menagerie were 'red balls', licking at the cum the others missed, and 'brown' ones that caressed with their hands and long tongues. This was bad enough, but standing like a king among the court was a huge creature that looked like a brain on a platform, with big metal legs splayed under it. The eyes oozed lust as it stroked a pair of hapless men, taking first one and then the other into its slit of a mouth, sucking them like bottles. He could hear the pleas and moans roll up the hill to him. When they became so exhausted that they hung limp, a red ball would light up and fire a ball of energy into the man, who would scream with pleasure and become stiff again. This was truly Hell - never being able to stop cumming. The last straw was a monster who looked like its mother had screwed a machine. Its cock was a massive, life-like (if you are an elephant or a draft horse) dildo, while its left hand was more plain (if a twelve-inch long, three-inch thick, vibrating plastic penis could be called ordinary). It marched around stuffing its twin members into anything that moved, making them shriek, howl and wriggle. It was almost too much and he fervently wished for a shotgun to kill the bastards, or at least release them from their torment. For every human down there was a truly a zombie, their eyes glazed over in death, but unable to die; playthings for the perverted creatures. He carefully crawled back down the hill, standing in time to hear a noise come from above him. One of the 'Arnies' was staring down at him, drool running down its big jaws. Three steps of those chicken-legs and it had him. He stifled the screams and yells as best he could as it munched on his ass, balls and whatever else would fit in a mouth the size of a 55-gallon drum. Its tongue shoved his cheeks apart and wormed into his pucker. For a moment it felt so good he didn't want it to stop. Then he caught himself. "What the hell was going on here?" he thought. First the brown thing, then the orgy, and now this."Get your goddam tongue outta my asshole, you fucking queer bastard!" Silence followed the outburst, cut only by the slobbers and grunts of the creature who had no intentions of stopping. The fact that it was shoving still more thick, wriggling tongue up Sam's butt only confirmed his suspicions. The creature moved one 'hand' around to grip his cock, stroking it while it teased his prostate. He could only moan and take it, caught in the creature's vise-like grip. Then a noise caught his attention. He turned his head. On the ridge were all the creatures that had been down below. Not even the collective gaze of the former soldiers staring at him could stop the orgasm that burned from his ass-hole, through his spine and kicked him in the head. He howled like a dog in heat, spurting cum like a broken firehose, jet after jet splattering loudly on the rocky terrain. Then he heard the comments... "Did you see how much he came?", "I wonder how many times he can do it.", "I could sleep with that cock buried up my ass anytime", "Look at those hard nipples! I'll bet they are sensitive to caresses and nips", "I would love to lick the sweat off those balls.", "I would shove my muzzle between those sweet cheeks and not come up for air for a month!" "Damn, you guys are making me horny!" There was a chorus of laughs after that one bounced off the walls. Worse was the applause, sprinkled with cruel catcalls, wolf whistles and offers of 'muzzle-rides'. Sam couldn't help the blush rising over his face, Angry and embarrassed. "Did you see that?", "Bet he hasn't done it before." , "Hey sweets, you ever had your cock sucked on until you passed out?" Sam turned, now free to look down the slope. A deeper voice growled, "Ever stick your cock up someone's ass? Or had one in yours?" This was too much! He turned and gave them both barrels, finger-wise. "Screw you All, buncha queer faggot bastards!" There was another silence, giving Sam enough time to remember where he was, the state of undress that he was in and who he was telling off. A growl came from the group, scaring him badly though it had nothing to do with anger. The delude-welding monster grinned lustily. "Think you are up to it stud? Who would you like to have that big dick in first?" As one, the brown demons fell to their knees and began licking their lips. Bull-like humanoids turned, grabbing nearby zombies. The dildo-demon squatted and slid it's vibrating 'hand' up between its cheeks, groaning as the thick thing was pushed in deeply, moving its hips with lust as it screwed itself. Half of the Arnies played with their cocks, tongues hanging to the ground. The other half were squeezing their asses and wriggling obscenely. After a minute or so, they stopped and turned back to stare at the lone human. "Can't make up your mind? It is hard to decide, isn't it." Sam took a step backwards and stopped suddenly, making his dick slap his belly. One of the imps moaned at the sound. "I love dick first thing in the morning. It is morning, isn't it?" The others nodded and grinned. He took another step back, and almost fell, and instead decided to risk it and turn around. Which brought another collective growl of lust. "Or maybe a pair of muscular buns, hot and sweaty to lick and caress." Another chorus of growls made him decide to move just a little faster. "Fresh meat." he heard one of them say. While another chorused it. He decided that the better part of valor was not to have his ass reamed by fifty or sixty horny demons and turned a walk into a semi-controlled fall down the hillside. "Fresh meat!" echoed from many voices behind him, along with growls and pants and still more comments on his butt. The sound bayed him as he ran back the way he came, a virgin rabbit before horny hounds. "Shit!" he panted, seeing an all-too-familiar brown form standing in the path. "Well... back for more?" Sam didn't even slow down. He lowered his shoulder, and tackled the imp, shoving them both through a portal. There was a flash and some nausea as they suddenly reappeared someplace else, rolling head over butt for a few feet and then lying, locked in each others arms. "Mmmmm... It feels like you are happy to see me." The monster rubbed its body against his cock, throbbing as it squeezed his ass and panted a little. Sam could do nothing but wheeze and take it, actually happy it was only one imp. Even when it rolled him over and straddlled his legs, and then proceeded to take his dick into its ass. "Ohhhhhh, I love humans! Your cocks are soooo.." The creature arched, sinking fully, taking the man to the hilt. Sam's eyes bugged out a little - he had never felt anything so tight and warm clinging on his rod before. Clawed fingers raked his chest and belly gently, as it bounced slowly and then faster on him. "Move for me human. Arch your hips up. I want every last thick inch inside my hot ass!" The man could do nothing as his hips moved, pushing up to meet the imp's furry butt, feeling it squeeze him erotically. Then the teleporter went off, and he groaned. Then groaned louder as a tongue lavished over his balls, licking at his cock as it slid in and out. Again it sounded, and again and again... "Oh Crap! they found me." he heard himself think. Actually an army of imps had found him. Fingers and tongues ran over his sweaty flesh, pulling his hands into furred crotches to fondle hard, throbbing cocks. "Cum in me." The one hunching over him growled. "Cum for us." The others chorused. They worked him over, stroking, sucking, kissing his flesh, Chanting "Cum!" every few thrusts. The chain broke as one shuddered, spewing hot sticky sap on his body, which was eagerly cleaned up by another. Then another came, and another. Then the one who rode him arched up and exploded, ass trying to eat his dick, sucking on it so strongly he came twice, balls munched on and sucked on and rolled with a warm tongue, basting them in saliva. Everything stopped for a long, cum-soaked moment, then they all gave out a moan and fell on Sam, hugging whatever bit of skin was theirs and becoming still. As Sam got his breath back he inhaled the smell of male bodies, semen,saliva, and whatever else was in the air with great gulps, until he could move again. Snores and grunts came from those around him as he struggled. "Damn, I think I would rather be bitten and mauled." The teleporter went off again and in the light he could see a tall demon, again like the one at the desk. It clopped over and looked at him. "Well... I heard some noises coming from here and thought I would see what was going on..." It grinned, dick swaying between it's legs as it bent to run a large hand over the pile. "Looks like you were the main course." Sam couldn't even so much as flip the creature off. Then again - after the last time, he wasn't sure he wanted to either. It reached under a grunting brown furry hump, and rubbed his balls, making him jerk a little, feeling them get hot and swelling in the demon's hand. The imp was pulled off, growling loudly at the intrusion but quieting when another dick replaced the man's. Fingers curled around his cock and again he felt the heat, this time seeing the green glow, and feeling himself stiffen. Then it lifted him up and cradled him, clopped back to the transporter. "Let's go someplace more private." The lips kissing his abused cock were the last things he remembered. Sam awoke to someone snoring. He was about to yell something about keeping the noise down when the events of the previous day came back. As if that wasn't bad enough, he had a mouthful of chest, with nipple. His balls were being crushed in a clawed hand and what could only be described as a horse-cock was jammed between in his butt cheeks, the head touching his hole. The man involuntarily contracted his cheeks, anus puckering up at the very idea of being humped. Which got a groan, a wave of pain from his abused nuts and hairy legs shoved up, thick meat pushing insistently at his rear orifice. "You ain't putting that up my ass!" he intoned as he got up, determined to get away before the monster awoke. "Got a problem, sexy?" Oh joy. A red ball floated into view, and drifted around him. "I see... and I bet you are a virgin." it chuckled. Sam sat upright, and was about to cuss the creature out when it chuckled and winked. "It's ok sexy. Here - let me help." The air charged and the ball glowed, then hissed and spat a ball of energy straight at Sam! There was no way he could dodge, but instead of horrendous pain, there was that feeling of well-being.. Especially between his legs. A tongue probed his cheeks, licking his anus erotically. Then it wriggled inside him, lubing his passage. "Ohhhhh." He moaned, feeling something bigger stretch him.. It hurt for a moment, then another hiss and another fireball and he was slowly sitting down, taking the length easily. The demon groaned, waking up. "John, what you doing here?" The green eye winked at Sam, who winked back as he reached for the big nipples.. "Helping you ream out a newbie." The demon hissed, gripping the man's cheeks, shaking his head.. "Damn! No wonder you are so tight.." The man lay back as his monstrous lover slowly pulled out and pushed into him, the red ball finding his jutting cock to suck on. "Besides, we have met before.. and he still tastes great!" Everything after that was a haze. He felt movement around him, was fed, washed, and fucked by so many different creatures he didn't even try to remember them all. Of course he also had his share of mouths, tongues, butts on his body, finding a special thrill when someone groaned under or in front of him, begging for his semen. The final memory was this dark-eyed bull-like male and a red-eyed imp who took him into their bed, and into their arms for a long time. Sam woke up and groaned. "What a horrible nightmare!" No more garlic, onion and anchovy pizzas for me! He got up, stumbled to the bathroom and emptied bowels, bladder and sinuses. Washed, he decided it was too early to get up and stumbled back to bed. He had no more than gotten comfortable when big hands pulled him close to a hoary body, one sliding down to rub his crotch. A deep, ugly but somehow familiar voice came out of the darkness.. "Mmmmmm. I don't know how you do it!" Teeth bit at his shoulder as something big and warm spread his cheeks. A moment's resistance and then the head opened him up and slid inside, his cock swelling in response. "You were such a hit at the orgy yesterday - taking on any and all comers. I damn near had to drag you away!" A thrust and he moaned, unable to make any other sound as the big dick slid deep into his ass. "Of course there were others who were very reluctant to part with your anatomy. I admit that your wearing that harness and that steel collar just set off your hunky body so well. I would have been tempted tosSteal you, that is, if I didn't own you already. And the offers I got... I can tell you Grunt. There are going to be a lot less demons wanting human blood in favor of human cock, let me tell you." Another grunt as he was shoved roughly on his belly, and held.. "So! You two started without me.. again." A petulant hiss came from his left. Light blinded him a moment.. "You snooze, You loose." Came from above him with a chuckle that vibrated his entire body. Sam saw a familiar creature, brown fur, red eyes and swishy step. "If you don't hurry up, I will make him cum on the sheets." The imp squealed and quickly came to the bed, lust evident in every movement. "Get him up love.. you know where I want that cock!" It got on all fours and rubbed its furry butt against him as the monster above pulled him upright. Clawed fingers rubbed his erection between the hairy mounds, then pushed it In, making their owner squeal and wriggle. "He may not be the biggest, but he is definitely the best!" Another chuckle from the demon. "You think so, Reg?" A hand slapped Sam's ass and like a startled horse he lunged forward, burying his length into the imp, balls slapping its firmly. "Ohhhh.. You bet Sir! I wish we could get him into the office somehow, but I know we would Never get any work done." T he Baron Demon pulled the man's hips back, pushing forward until the smooth ass was firmly against his crotch. The imp growled and shoved back, making their scrotums thump together. Sam jerked, squeezing the big log inside him and squirted a little pre-cum. "You do that again and I will be cumming!" Fingers reached around to play with the Imp's cock, both monsters moving, keeping the man trapped between them. "Damn, I love your tight human ass." The big one growled, lifting it's human slave's chin and kissing him deeply. "I love your human cock in my ass!" the creature gasped, gripping the bed, riding it's lover's stiff rod. Sam could neither think nor move, being pummeled from both ends.. He rode the crest of pleasure to orgasm, hearing twin snarls as he milked the cum from one cock and spewed his own into another's ass. Flames burned him, keeping his stamina up through two.. three.. four orgasms. He rode the demon to exhaustion, and fucked the imp to oblivion. "Well - I guess I will have to make breakfast... again." He pulled free of the imp, smacking his still hard cock across its butt, getting a pained moan. Then pushed back, rubbing his body against the bigger one, shoulder brushing the big nipples, squeezing the soft dick inside him. The Baron fell onto its side, breathing deeply. "You two think you can clean up the bed, and get in the shower, Or shall I call the office and tell them a human fucked your balls off and you won't be in today." Sam grinned, gripping said nuts until they writhed and promised to make the bed and get in the shower. He hopped up, heading for the kitchen. "We have got to get more of them." The imp panted, slowly getting up and pulling the sheets he had scummed up. The demon nodded, rolling off the bed and gathering the cloth to toss it in the laundry basket, putting a clean one down. "I am not sure I could survive two horny humans." They staggered to the shower, holding each other up. The man laughed as he listened, making breakfast. Thank goodness they ate 'normal' food. Of course compared to 'complete, nutritious meals in a bar', Also known as 'shit' because of what it resembled and tasted like, he could have gotten used to Arnie steak. Plus, having creatures fall to their knees begging to worship his body was really good forthe ego. Upside, he was just another grunt, not even considered handsome. So he had to take it in the ass once in a while. He had gotten a lot worse from dipshits who didn't know squat about situations outside their cushy desk-jobs. Of course cooking with a lava flow required some getting used to, but he managed. "Hey Limp-Dicks! Breakfast is ready." Then went to the door of the strange house and waited.. A few yards away a teleporter pad went off with it's usual light-and-sound show, and a brown form appeared, carrying a sachel. "Paper, handsome." Sam could get used to going naked all the time. The radiation from the walls was giving him a nice all-over tan, His feet were calloused enough to stand on the hardest rock and no boots to pinch or cramp his toes. The Imp rubbed it's body against his, panting heavily. Then it put the sachel to one side and knelt to nuzzle his dick, kissing it, fondling it. "Will you be in later to abuse me? I love the way you throw a right-cross." The man had to shake his head.. He had been beating up on Imps for years it seemed like and none had come back for more. That is, until now. Then lips were on his cock-head, teeth nibbling, fingers caressing his balls in such a way he knew he wouldn't last. Semen exploded from his hard cock, sucked down hungrily, tongue lashing the tip of his dick to make it spew harder. Sam finally had to hold onto the creature's shoulders as it inhaled him to the roots, stripping him. One last kiss on his balls and a promise of what it would do when it returned, and the imp was gone. The human collected the paper and walked back in. "Paper, sir." The baron pulled him close and kissed him. "Thank you Samuel." There were times to be formal, and times to not be.. And when a big hand squeezed his ass, with a burning touch, a muzzle opened to slide a tongue into his mouth and french-kiss him hard enough he swooned, was definately not the time. "Ready to go Reg?" The imp growled, stroking itself, and nodded. Then danced away when the human reached down.. "Want me to take care of that for you?" The creature panted, and shook it's head, looking up at the Baron Pleadingly - "We have to find a way to get him in the office." The demon nodded, grunting as Sam stroked it's half-hard cock."Once in a while it could be arranged.." It leaned over and growled huskily, "How would you like to lay me over my desk and fuck my ass while an imp sucked on our balls." All the man could do is nod vigorously and stroke the hardening dick a little faster. Reginald laughed. "Looks like we are both going in with hard-on's. You should hear the comments among the Lesser Demons - they all want their own hunky human to service.." The bigger monster groaned. We would never get anything done. We would have to ask for more staff." His dark eyes lit up as did his hands and he gripped Sam, lust-fire burning the human into cumming all over the thick cock and balls until they literally dripped. The imp was on his knees, catching any excess, licking the man's cock-tip until it shone. "Now let them talk, you rest. We will bring dinner home, so relax and fill those balls so we can drain them far into the night." They both kissed the panting human and left. Sam could barely stand, decided it's wouldn't be too humiliating to crawl to the bedroom. Having just made it when a knock came on the door. A head appeared at the doorway. "Mmmmmm.. The smell of fresh cum get me all excited. I hope you don't mind - I brought a friend." A creature that looked like a Lizard in leather grinned at him, turning it's head back and forth, making it's gold nose-ring sway. "You really into males?" it said, licking it's black lips and stroking the imp's dick. Sam nodded, eyes widening in surprise as it leapt clear across the room, to squat beside the bed and lick his cock. "We had heard rumors but.. you know how that goes." It got up on the bed, sliding his cock through its nose-ring, kissing the stalk to the base. Then with a slurp, it sucked his balls on, sharp teeth biting on his nuts, but gently. The man groaned, arching up right into the imp's mouth. He looked over at the mirror on the wall in time to watch it's cock disappear under the lizard's stubby tail. 'Just what I need - more horny monsters...' The End?

I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.

4. I lifted my head up a bit to see what was happening. Crystal-dazed, it took Eli a moment to realize it was his turn. He leaned up in the bed and grabbed a towel to wipe off his hands. He took the glass pipe off the bedtable, examined it closely, and then frowned. "Needs more," he said, and grabbed one of the bags of tina. He carefully stuck the stem of the pipe into the bag, scooped up some of the crystals and tapped them into the bowl of the pipe. He repeated these actions several times, finally filling the bowl of the pipe with the tina. Eventually he was happy, and put the bag back on the bed table. Eli swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and grabbed the torch. I watched as he melted the crystals. I wondered what he was thinking. Javi was dividing his attention between Eli and the TV screen. On screen, I knew that the scene had shifted, and the bottom was now getting fucked by one of the tops. Javi was clearly getting inspired by the porn, and got on the bed, kneeling down between my legs. He spread them wide, exposing my hole to the cool air. "Want a hit?" Eli asked Javi, indicating the crystal-filled pipe. Javi nodded, and Eli handed him the pipe and torch. Javi did a hit, and held it as he returned the tools of the trade to Eli. "Fuck," Javi said, exhaling a thick cloud that fell slowlyto the ground. "Good shit, isn't it?" Eli said. "Our friend Matt here doesn't skimp." He was standing in front of me, his cock hanging heavy in front of my face. I knew it would be just minutes until my mouth was stretched wide around it. "Your turn, Matt." He bent over me, and stuck the stem of the pipe in my mouth. "Suck on this glass cock, and then I'll feed you a real cock," he said, as he held the torch under the pipe. "And none of those pussy hits you've been doing." I sucked on the pipe. Eli had loaded the pipe up well, and it was easy to fill my lungs with the cloud. After draining the bowl a few times, I nodded, but he just smiled and said, "Three more, Matt. And then hold it for me." I did as I was told, inhaling deeply from the pipe three more times, before mercifully, Eli pulled it away from me. My lungs were full. "My turn," he said. He turned around, facing the TV, letting me get a good view of his butt. It was just as muscular as the rest of him, a perfect sculpture carved out of dark ebony. "Blow it up my hole, Matt," he said. I lowered my head, pressing my face into his crack. He assisted by taking a short step back, which pushed his ass right into my face. His butt was just as muscular as it looked, and I had to grab it with my hands to separate the meaty cheeks. Nestled between the cheeks, surrounded by a spray of hair, was his hole. I started to lick around his hole, tasting the last bit of soap from his shower and some sweat. "Fuck yeah," Eli said, as my tongue flicked across his hole. He lit up the torch. "This is the life. Getting my ass kissed by a white gym rat and partying with my bro, Javi." Javier laughed, and I felt him spread my legs further apart, exposing my vulnerable hole to him. "Feel free to blow it up there, Matt," Eli said, as he flicked the torch and started to suck on the pipe. I exhaled, trying to get the smoke into Eli's hole. I did an only adequate job of blowing it up Eli's hole, but as the last of the cloud escaped my lungs, Javier grunted in approval. "Finally, Matt. You did a real man's hit." It didn't take long for that fresh hit of crystal to hit me. It made me feel good. It felt right to be on my back in my own bed, my face deep in Eli's ass and my tongue probing and penetrating his ass. He was forcing his ass against me, getting my tongue even deeper in his hole. I didn't care what this looked like any more. All I wanted was to make him feel good, feel like a man, and if that required me licking his butt, I was more than happy to do it. I could only imagine what his life in prison was like. These pleasures seemed like a small reward for the time he had spent behind bars. It wasn't even a reward, strictly speaking. I knew in my heart that these things: drugs, sex, my submission, were things Eli deserved. He deserved for me to be licking his ass, for me to be making him feel so good, and for me to be getting his cock hard. Eventually, I'd let him penetrate me, first my mouth and then my ass. He'd and use me for his pleasure, and no matter how aggressive or forceful he was, I'd take it. He knew that. Javi knew that. They knew it was my role for the day, to be something the two men used for their pleasure. As I rimmed Eli, he did another hit off the pipe. I wondered how much he had been able to party while in prison. As well, I wondered how much a guy of his size would need to get a good tweak going. I didn't really care; I knew if I ran out of tina, more was just a simple phone call away. I'd buy as much as he wanted. I wanted him to be as high as he wanted. When he exahled the hit, he relaxed a bit, lowering his ass a bit further onto my face. I responded by forcing my tongue deeper into his hole. I was enjoying this. I knew that each minute my tongue was up his ass was a minute where his cock wasn't stretching out my throat. But, as intimate and close as the rimjob was, I knew I'd eventually have to take his cock, anyway he wanted to give it to me. "Ready for the real thing, Matt?" Eli finally said. He stepped back, and turned around. His cock was hard now. It was big enough that even hard, it couldn't stand up straight, but hung down, the fat head just barely touching my lips. "Time for you to swallow it all." I opened my mouth wide, preparing myself for him to enter. "Think he can take it all?" Javi asked. "I know he will. He doesn't have a choice." Eli leaned in just a hair, but more than enough to steer his cockhead into my mouth. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum at the tip. I licked it up eagerly. His shaft was still wet from the lube. I didn't mind it at all, since I knew the lube would make it that much easier for him to slide into my throat. "You'll want this," Javi said, and pressed the poppers into my hand. Eli pulled his cock back just enough for me to do a hit. I inhaled deeply, I needed all the help I could just to take Eli's cock. "That's an ok start," Javi continued. I did another deep hit, then handed the bottle back to Javi. "Give it to Eli," Javi said, refusing the bottle. Reluctantly, I reached up and handed the poppers to Eli. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be doing them while I was still getting used to his cock in my mouth. But Javi's tone made it clear I had no choice. "Right on," Eli said. "Let's get this started." He leaned in again, his cockhead brushing up against my lips. I opened my mouth, and his dick entered me. Even though I had been on my knees worhsipping him earlier in the morning, this was the first time all over again. It wasn't so much the physical challenges of Eli's thick cock in my mouth, but the mental effort required to understand my new position and my new role. I had a black man's cock in my mouth. A huge black cock, and I was hardly fighting it as it pentrated deeper; Eli didn't wait to press up against the back of my throat. I gave up the last resistance to penetration; I found myself craning my neck to get another millimeter or two of Eli's shaft inside of me. "Hungry, aren't you?" Eli asked me. He did another hit from the poppers. "Ready for more?" he asked me. He was asking me if he could push past the back of my mouth and into my throat. I could tell this was transitioning from a blow job to a face fuck, and I found myself wanting that change. I wanted to make Eli happy. Allowing him unfettered access to my throat was the smallest thing I could do. I nodded, and Eli pushed his hips forward. I swallowed slightly, and his beer-can cock entered my throat. Immediately, I was choking, my gag reflex kicking in hard as his massive tool blocked my throat. "Just relax, Matt" Eli said. "Your throat feels fucking awesome." I concentrated on his cock, forcing my rising panic to subside. It wasn't easy, but the initial terror passed, and I began to feel a faint glimmer of pleasure in his thick hardness dominating my body. As Eli forced another inch of his cock into my mouth, he ran a finger down my cheek and along my throat. "Fuck Eli, you can see his throat stretch," Javi said. His hand still on my throat, Eli traced out the bulge from where his pole was. His casual touch me feel very small. I was turning into little more than a hole Eli was using. I wondered if he would have been just as happy with a sex doll. But even if I was his first available hole, he had still picked me. His cock was in my throat, he was hard as a rock, and it was my body he was using to get off. "Like that, huh," Eli said. Javi batted my cock, which, despite the tina, had started to get hard. I realized I liked this role, a plaything for these hot black and latino men. "Want more?" Eli asked. Without thinking, I nodded yes. I wanted all of Eli's cock inside me, even if I was going to have to fight against my own gag reflex. "Right on," Eli said, and another inch of his shaft slid in. My throat was stretched wide, and now, I couldn't even breath. But it didn't matter. What mattered was this dominant black man getting his cock serviced. And for me to do it without complaining. Another inch of dark meat slid into me and I repeated the now familiar process of fighting back the urge to gag. "Almost there," Eli said. "Just another bit, and you'll have swallowed the whole thing." He did another hit of poppers. I badly wanted one as well, but my position made inhaling from the bottle impossible: Eli's balls were slapping against my nose, and my mouth was filled with his cock. In a slow, relentless grind, he pressed the last of his dick into me. His thick pubic hair was on my chin, his balls now resting against my nose, and his cockhead felt like it was right in my stomach. "I didn't think he could do it," Javi said. He had stopped playing with my cock, and was now starting to finger my hole. It wasn't going to be long before my other hole was going to be penetrated and filled. "I knew he could," Eli said. As they nonchalantly talked about me, all I could think of was getting this thing, this beast, out of my throat and getting some fresh air. I did my best to relax, to gently nurse Eli's cock, and let him know I was here for whatever he wanted, no matter how it made me feel. "Need some air, Matt?" Eli asked, noticing my discomfort. I nodded eagerly. It seemed like years since I had last had a breath. "And I bet you need another hit off the pipe as well," he continued as he started to pull his cock out of my mouth. The entry had been difficult, but it was easy compared to him pulling out. I could feel each inch of his cockhead as it rubbed against my throat. The flare on his head acted like a squeegee, wiping up any saliva that might have lubricated its passage. This blow job was only going to get worse from here on out. When it was just Eli's cockhead in my mouth, I could finally breathe. I inhaled deep breaths through my nose and I opened up my mouth as wide as I could. He pulled the last of his cock out. My throat had managed to get him a little harder; his shaft was now sticking out straight in front of him, not hanging down as before. "Nice job Matt. Get me hard, and there weren't any accidents with your teeth," Eli said. It was a bit sad that his small compliment made me happier than I had been the entire morning. "Want the pipe?" Javier asked Eli, leaning over to grab it off the bedtable. "Sure. And I bet you're up for a hit as well?" "Right on," Javier said. I leaned up enough to see him starting to heat up the bowl. "I'm itching to get inside him," he said. As the white fog began to escape from the top of the pipe, I knew he was talking about my ass. Strangely, I was looking forward to these men penetrating me. I was in an exceptionally good mood and felt open to just about anything. "Perfect bro," Eli said. "You've done a great job of opening him up for me." Javier finished sucking on the pipe, and handed it to me. It was still hot and smoking, so I took a few puffs before the bowl cooled down. "That's not a hit, Matt," Eli said. I exhaled; it seemed like a decent sized hit to me. But Javier just shook his head as he exhaled: the smoke surrounded his head completely. "Let's try this again," Javier said. As he spoke, he grabbed my legs, rolling me up a bit. He leaned in, and buried his face in my ass. His tongue flicked across my hole, teasing me and opening me up. "Fuck, that's good," he said slightly muffled, his head buried in my crack. I examined the pipe. There was still a big pool of crystal, so I lit the torch, melted it, and took a long hit. As I sucked on the pipe, Javier's tongue explored more of my hole and got ever deeper inside me. I squirmed a bit, trying to get more of Javi's tongue in my hole, while trying to manage the smoking glass cock and torch. "Whoa there, cowboy," Eli said. He put a hand on my shoulder, and pressed down to keep me in place. "You're gonna get more dick than you can handle soon enough. Just relax for now." Unable to get any more of the crystal, I let the torch go out, and passed the pipe to Eli. "Hold it," Eli said, as he sucked on the last bit from my hit. "And open your mouth for me." My lungs were full of smoke, but I was able to open my mouth enough for Eli's cockhead to slide in. He exhaled, then immediately did another hit. "Ready?" he asked me. I nodded and he pressed his cock into my mouth. The head first pressed against the back of my throat, then slid all the way in. This time I didn't gag. The tina had finally overwhelmed my desires and all I wanted were both of these men inside me. I was enjoying Javi rimming me, but now I wanted his cock. I knew it would be so easy and quick for him to enter me: slide a condom over his cock, smear a bit of lube, and he'd be in deep before I realized it. And I wanted all of Eli's cock back in my throat. I knew I'd have a wicked sore throat in the morning, but it was something I badly wanted. Tomorrow, I'd endure it as a badge of courage and maybe even find a way to enjoy it. "Slides right in," Eli said. Once more, all I could see were his heavy balls and some of his ass. Even so, I could hear the pleasure in his voice. This was what he wanted: his brain bathed in crystal, his cock hard and buried inside of me, and his friend opening up my ass for his use. "Ready for more?" Javi asked me, taking a brief break from licking my asshole. I immediately knew what he meant, and I knew I was ready for it. More than just ready, I needed it. I needed a hard cock to brutally fuck my hole. "Oh, I'm sure he is," Eli said, answering for me. "But his mouth is full right now. And he can stop holding that hit whenever you're ready. But the longer, the better." Eli pulled his cock out just enough for me to be able to breathe again. I took the opportunity to exhale. I was surprised at the size of the hit; the smoke engulfed my head, and slowly drifted down to the ground. "Not bad, Matt," Eli said, also impressed by the hit I had done. My mouth no longer full, I took the opporunity to speak, "There are condoms in the bedtable," I said. Then Eli stuffed his cock back in my mouth. "Great," Javier said. Before I could say anything else or even get one last breath, Eli pressed his cock back into my throat. This felt amazing; a thick, hard cock in my throat and a warm tongue right against my hole. I forced myself not to gag, thinking about the pleasure Eli must be feeling, being able to dominate me so completely. Unfortunately, Javier stopped licking my ass, which made it harder to ignore Eli's shaft pressing into me, blocking my ability to breathe. Javi pulled open the drawer, and I could hear him looking around in the drawer. "You got any Magnums?" he asked me. "I hate these regular rubbers." Still impaled on Eli's shaft, I couldn't answer him immediately. I heard him rummaging through the drawer, and I wondered what else I had in there. "Just pull out before you cum," Eli said. "Matt'll be cool with that." I heard what Eli said, but it never got through my brain. I had a massive black cock deep in my throat, and my ass was itching. All I could think about was pleasure: my pleasure in getting fucked, Eli and Javier's pleasure in using me. All I wanted was to have fun: to get my face and ass fucked hard, to let these men get off using my body for their pleasure. A condom seemed so unimportant in the moment, compared to the critical pleasures that I needed to give and get. "Yeah," I said, as best I could sucking off Eli. "Just pull out." I doubt they could understand what I was saying. But, it didn't matter. Javier had found something in the drawer. "Is this lube? Or G?" he asked. I knew what it was. It was a small vial of clear liquid hiding in the back of the drawer. I had noticed the G looking for the Viagra, but thought neither of them would be interested in it.