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Brock stepped off the last concrete step into a short, narrow hallway. In the room beyond, he could see there were mismatched sofas ranging from floral paisley that looked like it had been lifted directly out of his grandmother's family room to a broken down leather La-Z-Boy that appeared to have lived a short, hard life in a frat house. Brock crept to the door and surveyed the very dim room in front of him. There were 10 sofas in total facing one of the unfinished concrete walls like theater seating. That appeared to be the goal, as there was a porno flick playing on the unfinished wall from a beat up projector. That was the only source of light in the room. Four men were scattered amongst the sofas. A mid 40s, average build business man in a Grey suit sat on the paisley sofa nearest the door with a very obvious erection under his suit pants, idly rubbing himself through the fabric. A muscular guy in designer label clothes sat in the far back corner, an obscene bulge quite evident in his joggers but he didn't seem to be giving much attention to it or the flick. A slight, nebbish man who wore a plaid button up and khakis sat transfixed on the film, the film reflecting off his glasses contrasting with how still he sat. The last guy was dressed much like Brock. He was seated in the front row, so Brock couldn't tell much about him other than he wore a ball cap, a plain shirt, and jeans. Of the four on the sofas, he was the only one who appeared to notice Brock, turning his head slightly toward the door. The porno on the wall appeared to be something very low budget. In fact, it looked like a home movie that had been recorded on a Handycam or something. The timestamp in the corner read 07/03/2005, which was two months ago, and the title was "Zeke." A younger guy - probably in his early 20s - with long blond hair was sitting in his boxers on a cheap metal futon being interviewed by someone out of frame. "So what brought you here tonight, Zeke?" The guy out of frame asked. Brock turned his attention away as Zeke was starting to answer. Behind the sofas, the projector sat on top of a half wall. A fifth guy stood behind the wall. His pants and briefs were around his ankles and he was stroking himself hard. He was a stocky guy and from the look of his stiffer-by-the-second dick, he had a short, beer can thick dick. Brock was a bit taken aback that someone was just openly jerking off, but he was immediately reminded how horny he was as his teenage dick strained against the tight denim of his jeans. The man saw Brock, then he used some spit to slick his cock up a little and continued wanking while staring openly at Brock for a few seconds before turning back to the film. Set into the walls on the left half of the room were four small alcoves. Small amounts of light from the central room barely made it into them and they were pitch black otherwise. Still more curious than anything, Brock started toward the nearest. Inside, there was another guy jerking off. He had tied twine around his dick and scrotum in some kind of home made Oxballs style cockring. His average sized dick was engorged and purple under the constraint of his knot work. He idly played with his dick, leaking some precum which he was enthusiastically licking from his fingers. He nodded to Brock, which may have been an invitation. Brock was oblivious, though, as he continued to the next alcove. Inside, he found a very roughly constructed plywood "table" at about the right height for fucking. An orange light bulb cast an eerie glow on the table. No one was in that alcove currently. The last two alcoves were two entrances into the same small, dark room. Inside were two construction workers. They still wore their vests. Each of them had his pants undone and around his thighs. Both appeared to have above average dicks. Kneeling in front of them was a man who had to be in his 60s. He wore nothing but a jockstrap. He was alternating sucking each of the dicks in front of him. "I'm gonna cum," one of the construction guys announced casually. The older man took his dick all the way down his throat and swallowed every drop of the man's seven inch uncut dick before turning his attention to the other dick. The guy who'd cum stuffed his dick back in his pants, buttoned up, and walked out of the alcove past Brock. Brock turned back to the film. Zeke had been joined on camera by a second man, Dale. The new guy was middle age. Dark hair and eyes. A bit taller than Zeke, but Zeke didn't look particularly tall. Dale looked like the "best friend's hot dad" in every teen sex comedy movie. Neatly trimmed beard, just a little bit of gray starting to come through, obviously knew his way around the gym. USDA Grade A Certified DILF. Zeke was now standing naked with his hands clasped in front of his groin. He looked a bit more uncomfortable now. Dale was walking around him groping him and pointing out tattoos and other details about him. Everywhere he would touch, the cameraman would get a closeup. "Alright, now we need some closeups of your dick and your ass, and then we can start the next part of the interview," Dale said as casually as if he were asking him to make some copies or fetch a coffee. Zeke seemed reluctant, but he eventually unclasped his hands. He had a decent size dick, even totally soft. "Oh yeah, this is going to work great, Zeke," Dale said enthusiastically. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his semi-hard dick. Commando. Brock had watched a lot of porn. I mean, A LOT of porn. But he had rarely seen anything this...rough. There was no editing to speak of, just one continuous shot from the single camcorder. Everything about it felt so amateur and real. Brock's dick pulsed it's approval. Dale had one of the largest dicks Brock had ever seen. "Might be as big as mine," he thought. The only word he could think of to describe it was "photogenic." Thick with a couple prominent veins. Large head, but proportionate with the rest of the shaft. "Show me what you can do," Dale said, gesturing to his cock. Zeke got down on his knees and took the head of the man's dick in his mouth. Brock found his way over to an empty couch in the back and his left hand went straight for the steel pipe in his own jeans. He realized he hadn't touched his own dick since he'd gotten here. Even through his jeans he felt like he could explode instantly. In the flick, Dale was groaning as Zeke worked his head and the first bit of the shaft. He placed his hand on the back of Zeke's head and was less than gently coaxing Zeke further down his shaft. Zeke seemed to be much more comfortable with Dale's meaty head against his tonsils than the had been minutes ago. Zeke was also quite talented from the look of it. Before long, Dale's entire dick was sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat, skullfucking Zeke. A mixture of fluids dripped off Zeke's face as he accepted the massive length and girth of Dale's dick into his throat. A hunger burned behind his eyes. "Please fuck me, sir," Zeke coughed out during a quick break when Dale had pulled completely out to show the camera his dick layed across Zeke's face. "You sure you're ready, kid?" Dale chided. Zeke responded by scooping up a handful of the fluids still on his face and smearing between his cheeks. Then he laid back on the futon and presented his hole to Dale. Dale took off his shirt. Between his navel and his pelvis, on his muscular lower abdominals, he had a single tattoo: an orange scorpion. It wasn't a complicated tattoo, but it was exquisitely done. On screen, Zeke asked if the tattoo meant what he thought it meant. Dale didn't answer, he just shucked his pants and began smearing precum on Zeke's waiting hole directly from the head of his massive dick. "Does that mean what I think it means!?!" Zeke said more urgently this time. He looked genuinely terrified. He began to squirm, but Dale had him in a bad position and 40 extra pounds of leverage. Brock found himself confused, but undeniably aroused by the scene on the screen. Why had Zeke been so terrified of a tattoo? What did the tattoo mean? "This is gonna hurt," Dale said as he plunged his massive member into Zeke's hole. He had slicked Zeke's hole and his own cock with a generous amount of precum, but even that was not enough to prepare Zeke. Zeke screamed. He writhed. The pain was evident in every fiber of Zeke's body. Dale was clearly enjoying it, but he held back for the benefit kd the camera. The cameraman got a close up of Dale's cock impaling Zeke's hole. You could see Zeke's hole spasm, trying desperately to eject the sudden intrusion. Dale didn't move much until Zeke had calmed down a bit. As Zeke's hole adjusted, Dale began short, slow strokes in his hole. "Yes, the scorpion tattoo means what you think it means," he said matter of factly. "You told me you were serious about becoming a member," he added. "The club...," Zeke sputtered. "I wanted to join the fuck club, not get POZZED!" "They are one and the same," Dale replied. "Trust me, the benefits are worth it." The pleasure of the fuck was beginning to set in for Zeke. His cries and sharp breathing were quickly turning into moans and panting for more. Dale pulled his dick out of Zeke. The coating of juices on his dick had streaks of red through it. He flipped Zeke over face down on the futon. He plunged his cock back into Zeke's battered hole with the full weight of his muscular body behind it. Zeke was rocking his hips on every thrust to let more of Dale penetrate him. Dale shoved Zeke's head into the mattress of the futon as he slammed his dick into Zeke's puffy hole. The cameraman got a closeup of Zeke's angry red pucker as Dale hammered his length into him. The camera panned back out to a wider shot and Dale wrapped his muscular arm around Zeke's neck. "I'm going to poz you up, kid. And then sex will never be complicated again. You want fucked. You take cum. Someone wants to fuck you. You take cum." Dale said, mere centimeters from Zeke's ear. Dale slowed down his strokes. "Do you want it, Zeke? Do you want to fuck freely? Do you want more sex than you can possibly imagine?" "I want it," Zeke mumbled. "Say it like you mean it, kid." Dale had pulled Zeke up against his chest by his hair, his dick still dripping red tinged fluids. It was poised just outside the wreckage that used to be a sphincter, looking very much like a stinger ready to inject a lethal dose of venom. "I WANT IT! I WANT YOU TO POZ ME" Zeke shouted. Dale threw him back down on the bed, inserted his dick firmly into Zeke's hole, and, as if on cue, began emptying his toxic payload into Zeke's guts. The camera captured every flex and spasm of Dale's dick. In agonizing detail. Every spurt of cum was clear as Dale's venom painted the inside of Zeke's guts. "Welcome to the nest, initiate." Dale said as he pulled out and disappeared out of frame. Zeke stayed face down on the futon as the camera got some closeups of his ruined hole. The cameraman's arm appeared from out of frame and threw a business card onto Zeke's back. It was black with a scorpion embossed in an amber orange color on the side facing the camera. "Instructions." The cameraman said and then the camera was put down on a tripod or something, still recording Zeke. Zeke sat back down on the futon. For the second time, Brock noticed Zeke's cock, but now it was rock hard. It was fairly long. Probably around 7 inches. And average thickness. Zeke slicked his hand with some of the juices seeping out of his hole and jerked himself off without ceremony. Zeke was dressing himself on screen when suddenly Brock felt a hand grab his shoulder. He yelped and sprang up from the couch. He whipped around to see the cashier from upstairs with a stern look on his face. "This area is for members only," he droned, grabbing Brock's shoulder again and pushing him toward the door to the stairs. "I...uh...I was looking for. Uh. Bathroom? I thought the bathroom was down here." As the older man escorted him to the stairs, he stopped to take the disc out of the player hooked up to the projector and put a new one in. He put the disc in one of those plain sleeve cases labeled "070305 'Zeke' 22."

My name is Dennis now I am 35 years old still muscular and well supplied in pants and a proud poz seed whore. Back in the day when I was in my twenties I was a real woman magnet and devourer. A man women turned around for and hoped I had noticed them. Whenever a handsome one walked by I had always spotted them and usually it didn't take long for them to be pounded open by my cock, after they were filled with my seed they always wanted more and tried to trap me in a relationship but relationships were nothing to me. I didn't want to commit and always wanted other and more. Ideally I wanted to fuck them in the ass but none of them wanted this and so I was left hungry. I wanted to know how it felt to feel a tight and exciting hole sliding over my cock. One evening I was on a chat site looking for a new conquest. My bio said: Dennis 24 years 1 m 85 cm 87 kg muscles and a cock of 22 cm and 6 thick, looking for an ass to be filled. After some disappointing chats I got a message from Sam, 32 j athletic and looking for a solid man for solid sex. the conversation started short and to the point as I liked it. What to find for, what do you fall for, ... The answers I got back were very promising. Ass fucking was no problem, we could meet right away and I was allowed to bare fuck. My pictures excited her but I didn't get any myself because there were no pictures on the PC at work. I thought that was the least of it, the fact that I could finally fuck an ass was enough and Sam had asked if I could wait naked in on my bed, blindfolded and strapped to the bed. She would suck my cock hard and then stick it in her ass. So should she still be ugly as night I still had a blindfold on. 2 h later I got a message that Sam was at my door downstairs. I opened the door set the door to my apartment ajar and, naked and with blindfold on, lay down on my bed and fastened my hands to the headboard. Nerves began to rise a little. Imagine that I was going to be robbed by some gang, I was lying there naked, blindfolded and tied to my bed, I could untie myself but I couldn't do that now either in 1 2 3. But it was too late to back out The door to my apartment closed and I heard Sam enter the room and clothes come off. I felt a tongue licking at my limp pole and nerves immediately gave way to horniness. The idea of a stranger I couldn't see making my rod stiffened me immensely. I felt two hands push my legs open to make room for me to get between them. The next thing was that my foreskin was pulled back and my glans was exposed. I felt two wet lips and a tongue slide over my glans and then my semi-hard pole slid into a warm moist mouth. My mouth fell open because never before had I received such a blow job. That flaccid cock was hard in no time and was throat deep, I heard no gag reflex and even felt attempts to get my cock even deeper down her throat. I wanted to be able to put my hands on her head and thrust but because I was tied up I couldn't. It only made me even hornier. Who was this and this person knew how to give a blowjob. I moaned with pleasure but still I had not heard a sound from the person who was giving me pleasure. This could take forever, this was by far the best blowjob I had ever received but e moist and warm mouth left my now hard and firm cock. I felt Sam shift on the bed. I felt two gentle hands pushing on my legs and a sphincter pushing on my glans. The time had come at last I would fuck an ass. It was just too bad I didn't get to see that moment ass. I felt Sam lower himself down and without effort my glans drilled an opening in the ass and made its way inside. The sphincter opened up nicely and clamped around my inward going cock. I let out a deep moan but to my surprise I heard nothing from Sam. What a woman I thought to myself, she can suck like the best and get a monster of a cock in her ass without screaming to stop. My cock was completely inside her hole, a heavenly feeling. It was a warm and narrow hole and my pole begged to be ridden. I felt the ass resting on my legs and getting used to my monster. Getting used to it didn't take long and slowly Sam began to ride my cock. This was heavenly, the sphincter tightened completely around my pole and slid smoothly over my fat cock. I wanted to grab hold of Sam and be able to thrust my cock hard into her hole but I couldn't. So I began to encourage her to go harder. Ride slut, ride your hole hard on my fat stick. Show how much you like being fucked in the ass by a real guy. Still I heard no moans from Sam. I couldn't hold myself back and went all the way. The encouragement did help as she started riding my fat monster harder and harder. It wouldn't be long before I would squirt and I still want to see her riding my pole. I want to be you riding my pole I called out to Sam and I heard a groaning laugh and an ok. This was the first sound I heard and I was surprised that it didn't sound very feminine. As Sam continued riding my cock I untied my hands and with one hand I grabbed her hip and with my other I pulled off my blindfold. My eyes had to get used to the light for a moment. My other hand gripped the other side of the hip and I began to set the pace. I could see Sam's back and it didn't look very feminine either, sporting broad shoulders and also saw that Sam had short hair. It didn't bother me that she looked masculine from behind because the moment was there to fill the ass up and felt my muscles contract to take the first shot. Here it comes slut I cried out and I felt the first string of seed squirt out of my monster into Sam's hole. The second and the third immediately followed and I felt the hole being filled with my seed. My cock went limp in Sam's hole and Sam straightened up causing my cock to come out of Sam's hole. Sam turned and wanted my cock , but my mouth fell open. My eyes now saw for the first time that Sam was not a woman but a man, not a female type but actually a solid tough man . Sam took my cock in his mouth and wanted to lick it clean . My head was still processing it but my hands pushed him away from me anyway. What are you doing, get off me. Didn't you like it said Sam, judging by your reaction just now, I didn't hear you complaining anyway. I didn't know what to say because he was right I had never had such a blowjob and orgasm. But still, I liked women, also only fucked women and didn't feel good about the idea that I had just fucked a man even though it was, the best I had ever experienced. Sam stood up a put his clothes on while I was still completely out of it from what had just happened. When he was dressed he put his cell number on the dresser. Just in case you feel like it and want to find out what you are missing. I said nothing but thought hell no. Sam went outside and I heard front door of the apartment open and close again. I stayed in my bed for a while longer and tried to grasp it all. The days that followed were an intoxication for me. My thoughts were in knots. On the one hand it was the best sex ever and on the other hand it was with a man. The days went by and by the end of the 2 week I didn't know what to do with my hotness anymore. My head had had enough. It was the best sex and it was with a man. I had enjoyed it until the moment I knew it was a man and my monster wanted more. Even though I wasn't fully convinced yet I took Sam's number which was still on the closet and sent him a message with the much telling the words HI, Dennis here. How are you. Sam sent back almost immediately. S :Here all good, actually expected you earlier.D: Don't actually know what I'm doing, but I want to see you again. S: Lol. What are your plans this weekend. 😧 not much have no plans until I have to go back to work Monday. S: if you want you can feel free to come with me, I'm going to my cottage this weekend 😧 uh, I don't know. I was actually just thinking of fucking you blindfolded again. S: well if you want to fuck me this weekend you will have to come with me. S: you should know I don't oblige you to anything but you certainly wouldn't regret it. S: I am leaving in 2 hours. I can come and pick you up. I will park in front of your door and then I will see if you wait in front of your door or not. If you come with me you don't have to pack much, just some fresh clothes and toothbrush will do. 😧 I'll think about it. 1 hour later 😧 Send me the address then I can drive myself and if I don't feel comfortable I can always leave and you can continue your weekend and you don't have to bring me back. S: You have a point there. I'll send you the address later. Sam sent Dennis the address and what time he was expected. Dennis looked at the message and grew more nervous by the minute. Would he leave, he didn't know the guy and was he sure he wanted to go through with this. But like any guy not he decides not with his mind but with his dick. He took his things put them in a sports bag and left in the direction of Sam's vacation home. It was a 2 hour drive and the whole ride he was nervous, tangling with himself. When he got there he even hesitated for a moment whether he wouldn't just turn back right around, but he didn't have the chance because Sam had seen him drive up and come out. To his surprise, it was not a small house but a large villa he was parked in front of. He stepped out. I'm glad to see you he said, I really didn't think you would come. Yes I am surprised at myself for being here said Dennis. Come let's go inside so you can settle in. With knees buckling and still doubting Dennis stepped inside. Want something to drink asked Sam, you must be thirsty after that long drive. Yes is fine said Dennis. Sam went to the kitchen and came out with 2 filled glasses of Getorade. It's not fresh yet he said because I've only been here an hour myself. No problem said Dennis and because of the nerves drank the whole glass in 1 go. The taste was not as he had expected it but the drink was not cold so it must be because of that he thought. Let me show you your room said Sam with a grin. They went upstairs and Sam opened the door to the room, this is where you sleep. Unless you want to sleep with me he said with a grin. Dennis felt his heart pounding in his throat and grinned back shamefully. We'll see how it goes he said. He stepped into the room and Sam left Dennis alone for a moment so he could unpack his things. When you are ready you should just come downstairs and we can talk for a while he said. Sam put himself on the king-size bed and wondered what he was doing, but he opened his gym bag and took out his things and put his things on a closet. He spun around the room a few more times and gathered all his courage and went back downstairs. While Dennis was upstairs Sam laid out only necessary gear so he could initiate his new prey into the wonderful world of Tina, Xtc, G, seed, hard fucking and total submission. That stupid fucker didn't know what he was getting into but there was no turning back as he had already taken his first dose of G and within minutes would become very willing to give himself completely to his new life as a cum dump. Did it work out said Sam. Yeah thanks said Dennis. What convinced you to come asked Sam. The nerves began to ebb away from Dennis and he began to get more at ease. Well yeah I actually don't know, I guess, I don't know why I came. Aren't you just curious about whether you really love fucking a man said Sam. Yes I think it must be something like that said Dennis. He really just wanted to put his cock back in that ass to experience that blissful feeling again and preferably with a blindfold on so he didn't have to see he was fucking a man. Sam sat down next to him in the seat. I will introduce myself first he said. I am Sam 32 j gay and am both top and bottom but more top than bottom actually. Dennis asked why he hadn't actually said he was a man on the chat. Well you just didn't ask said Sam, should you have asked I wouldn't have lied about it. I am often on the chat looking for men who are bi or men who don't know yet that they are bi or gay. Even though I knew you are straight I wanted to take my chance because I think you will be able to enjoy this. I have been following you for a while and have chatted with you a few times without knowing and you had become a goal for me and look I have been proven right after all. Dennis didn't know whether to feel flattered or angry. But his body began to feel weird, he slowly began to lose control. Do you do this often asked Dennis. Oh once in a while I do try to seduce a straight guy rarely with success, but I hope I've got a bite now said Sam convincingly. Dennis struggled to respond and just nodded. Do you come here often on weekends he tried to keep the conversation somewhat normal. I try to come here twice a month anyway, but this weekend I am meeting up with 7 more friends to celebrate a birthday. Tomorrow the others will come and we will have a party. If you are still here you are certainly welcome to join the celebration. Dennis didn't know what to do anymore. Should he try to walk away now or stay because what this he did not expect there would be 7 other men and what would they think he was here for. He would immediately be considered gay and he wasn't. Sam saw that Dennis was getting harder to focus and saw that the G was starting to do its job. Enough chatting, what do you want to do now that you are here he said. I don't know said Sam, just put on a blindfold and let you do your thing like last time. No more blindfold this time said Sam, that was good for the first time. Now if you still want to fuck my pussy you will have to do something for it. What then? I'm not your disposable object hey said Sam I have my needs too. I don't know if I can and want to do anything with you said Dennis. Let me help you said Sam, let's take away some tension and see how it goes. Ok, said Dennis. Sam got up and went to a cabinet and took out a crystal filled pipe. What is this asked Dennis who was already starting to get a little more into a trance. Well I will melt those crystals later and then you have to inhale the smoke, hold it and then blow out a big white cloud. That will help you get a little calmer and a little looser. You will see if you do this you will be a little less restrained and everything will go by itself and you will see how far you get. Because we're not going to do anything you don't want to do. I don't know said Dennis. I've never done drugs before. Just try it you will see you will be more at ease. Sam lit the lighter and held it under the filled ball of crystals. The crystals began to melt and Sam pushed the pipe to Dennis' mouth which no longer gave resistance. And now inhale deeply and hold it like Sam said. Dennis hesitated for a moment looked into Sam's eyes and breathed in deeply and felt the tina flow into his body and when he couldn't hold it anymore he blew a big white cloud. Good boy said Sam and now again. Dennis obeyed and sucked in the smoke. He felt better and deep inside a horniness welling up. After the 4th puff his eyes were already turning in his head and his hands began to fondle his body. Sam took the pipe back and asked how he felt. I feel horny, dirty and like I could take on the whole world. Good, Sam said exactly what I want to hear. Now I will take a puff myself and then will blow the smoke into your mouth, is that good for you. At this point all was well for Dennis for he was already almost completely off the map. Sam melted the crystals, sucked the smoke, put his hands on Dennis' head and pulled him to his mouth. Placed his lips on Dennis's and blew the smoke into Dennis's mouth. When Sam pulled back, he kissed the lips of Dennis who was enjoying the attention he was receiving with his eyes closed. When Dennis blew out the cloud Sam sucked smoke again and placed his lips back on Dennis' mouth but this time with a little more indulgence again blew the smoke into his mouth and while pushing his tongue in with it. Dennis who was startled by the new sensation he experienced in his mouth tried to pull his head back but couldn't because Sam had a firm grip on him. It was not long before he surrendered to his horniness and he too stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth. The two were now kissing fiercely and Sam pushed Dennis down into the seat and lay on top of him. He kissed him on his neck and with his tongue he went wild. Dennis moaned with pleasure and without realizing it himself his hands were sliding over Sam's body. S: Do you like it D : Hmmmm yes S: Do you want more D : Yes S: then take off your shirt Dennis looked at Sam with longing eyes and took off his shirt and also took off Sam's shirt. Deep inside he was amazed at what he was doing but his body reacted on autopilot, the chems and the horniness. Again they began to kiss fiercely. S: lick my nipples, and show me you want more. The chems were now working at full speed because without the G and the Tina, Dennis probably never would have done or dared to do this. But like a man possessed he began to lick Sam's nipples S: good, show me you want this. Show me that I make you horny. Dennis growled and licked at Sam's nipples and with his hands he went over Sam's back to his ass and took a firm hold of him. S: let yourself completely go, let your true self come out. Dennis shocked himself never thought he could get so horny from kissing a man, let alone licking and sucking his nipples. Sam reached back for the pipe and melted back the remaining crystals. S: take another hit so you are completely free He pushed the pipe into Dennis' mouth and he eagerly sucked the Tina in and after a few moments blew a big white cloud into the room. Sam pulled Dennis straight and kissed him again as they stood up. S: how are you feeling honey Dennis bit his lip and his hands felt his whole body, he slid his hand down his pants and took his limp monster in his hand and began to jerk himself. His other hand went over Sam's chest. D : I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel extremely turned on and can't wait to fuck you. S: you are not ready yet darling, to fuck my pussy you will have to prove yourself first. He kissed Dennis again. D : what do I have to do to prove myself S: take another hit of the pipe first. Dennis did what was asked of him and took another solid hit of pipe filled with Tina. D : this stuff is fantastic, what is it actually S: This stuff is Tina, and it makes you the horniest guy ever. It makes your true self come out. D : it does indeed make me extremely horny and never thought I would do all of this. S: if you want to fuck my pussy get on your knees. Dennis did what was asked of him and got down on his knees. Dennis pulled on his own limp dick with one hand, his other on Sam's hard cock and sucked as hard and as well as he could. He felt a rush rising in Sam's cock. S: here it comes slut, here comes my seed, swallow it if you want to fuck me S: ah yes, yes yes yes Dennis felt his mouth being filled with hot seed and stopped sucking but kept the squirting cock in his mouth. Sam squirted so much he couldn't keep it all in his mouth and the seed ran down the corners of his mouth. S: swallow, Swallow my seed you filthy bitch Without really thinking about it anymore, he swallowed Sam's seed. Pulled his mouth from limp cock and wiped away the seed running down his cheeks. Sam shook some more and then sat down in the couch. S: that wasn't bad for your first time honey Dennis who now came to sit next to him still turned on and high but realizing what he had done. D : thanks S: that didn't sound very convincing Dennis' mind shot in all directions, it was the first time he had sucked a cock and tasted cum. It tasted different than he had thought. It tasted sweet and startled at the thought of wanting more of this. Sam got up and went to the kitchen and came back with a filled glass of Getorade with G in it S: here take a sip to pass it all through Dennis accepted the glass and drank it all the way down. D : may I fuck you now S: just be patient honey, you will get your reward but let me get my strength up for a moment And the new dose of G work he thought to himself. Sam put on a porn movie to stay in the mood, to keep Dennis relaxed it was straight porn. After fifteen minutes Sam saw that the new dose of G was starting to do its work on Dennis and he fondled his leg. Dennis moaned lightly and Sam licked his nipples. Dennis closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. Sam came with his mouth on Dennis' mouth, he opened his mouth and they began to tongue kiss firmly again. S: follow me (he whispered). Sam and Dennis stood up, Dennis felt that he was unsteady on his feet from all the chems that had flowed into his body. S: before we go upstairs take a few firm hits first then we can continue for a while. Dennis who had completely lost control did as he was told and took a few more firm puffs of the pipe. Sam took Dennis' hand and led him into the basement. Sam turned on the light and Dennis saw a dark room lit in neon with a large bed, chains hanging from the ceiling, all kinds of stuff lying in a glass case a weird couch a wooden cross and a cloth held up by 4 chains. Dennis's head spun and tried to take in the room D : what is all this S: this is my play and transformation room. D : transformation room? S: you will see, but don't think too much about it now and get on the bed. Dennis waddled over to the bed and lay on his back and looked at the ceiling which was completely spinning due to the chems. Sam took 2 wrist and 2 ankle straps and put them on Dennis. D : what are you doing S: I will let you enjoy yourself but I only want to do that when you are tied up Dennis didn't feel like resisting and let Sam have his way and the wrist straps around his wrist were latched to the head of the bed. His legs were pulled open and each attached to side of bed. Sam looked at his prey with a gray. He doesn't know it yet but soon not he will be fucking but he will be fucked. S: all good baby Dennis was in a trance for a moment and could only utter hmmmm yes. S: Shall I make your limp cock stiff so you can fuck my pussy? D : My monster is already stiff Sam looked at Dennis with a grin S: take a good look at your cock I think it needs some attention to get it stiff. Dennis looked at his limp and lame cock 😧 all along I thought it was stiff. How can this be, I have never felt as horny as I do now S: I'll help you baby. Sam knew he could suck as much as he wanted on Dennis' limp cock, he wouldn't get any life in it because Dennis already had so much Tina in his body that he had a Tina dick. Sam took the limp cock in his mouth and began to lick and suck it. Dennis moaned at feeling the warm mouth around his soft cock. But as expected it did not come hard. S: don't you like it baby 😧 yes I do S: your monster apparently doesn't Dennis looked at his cock and saw that it was still limp. He was embarrassed. D : sorry I find it really delicious, I've never had this before. S: no big deal, don't worry about it. I will try to spoil you in another way. D : how then S: leave that to me and just surrender to me completely. Sam took Dennis' balls in his mouth and sucked on them for a while. Dennis curled his toes in pleasure and fell deeper into a trance. But this was not the end station for Sam, he took a pillow and pushed it under Dennis's ass so his pussy was easier to reach. He pushed Dennis' ass open and licked his way to his virgin cunt. D : what are you doing S: just enjoy it I'll give you something better than a blow job. Sam began to lick Dennis' pussy and he became completely ecstatic with the new experience. Sam played with Dennis' hole for a moment and then abruptly stopped. D : don't stop this is way too good. S: I want to lick you further but then I will have to clean you first darling. I'm not playing with a dirty hole. D : I washed before I left. S: that may be good but all that hair sticks in my mouth and you're not clean inside. S: I will clean you up and then you can continue to enjoy yourself. Sam took hair removal cream smeared it all over Dennis' ass, pussy cock and balls. He went to glass case took a bedpan, 2 balloons filled with liquid and a towel D : what are you doing to me S: quiet baby I am getting you ready so you can continue to enjoy yourself. I will rinse you and that cream I smeared is to remove your hair. Dennis let Sam proceed as the G had him completely in his power. He felt the pillow taken from under him and a cold metal thing was put in its place. He felt a narrow tube being pushed into his sphincter. S: I will inject liquid directly into your ass. You keep this in until I say you can unload. D : what, I don't want that S: now surrender completely you will thank me afterwards. Dennis had no choice and he felt his ass being filled with the liquid from one of the balloons. S: hold on baby. After a minute or 2 S: let it come out Dennis let the liquid come out and Sam saw that chempiss he just put in his future slut's pussy was clear and clean. S: good baby we only have to do it once because you are clean He squirted away the cream with the other balloon and dried the hairless cock and cunt. He pulled the bedpan from under Dennis and put the pillow back under it. Dennis began to feel the effect of the chempiss. He got hotter and began to fly even more. D : oh man I'm horny, please lick me, I want you to lick my hole. S: do you really want that. Do you really want me to play with your ass. D : yes pleas give it to me. S: what will I get in return. D : I will suck your cock, kiss you anything you want. S: well baby I'll think about how to thank me. The stupid fuck didn't know what he had just promised. Sam took a shard in his hands and sat back between Dennis' legs and licked back at the virgin pussy. Dennis mouth fell open and gasped and moaned heavily. Sam stuck his tongue into Dennis' hole and noticed that the sphincter had already become less tense. He took the shard Tina had in his hand and as he licked he pushed deep into Dennis' hole with tip of his finger. Dennis was still in ecstasy and had not noticed the finger in his ass. What he did notice was his hole was starting to get very warm. D : what did you do, I am burning inside. S: I haven't done anything, you are just letting your true self come out. D : oh oh oh oh I am so hot. Hmmmm Sam licked firmly on and knew his work was almost done. For the sphincter was now completely loose and beginning to open. He stopped licking and came to sit up and he looked at Dennis who was now flying so high. Dennis did not know what to do with his horniness and he got a longing feeling from his ass. A feeling of emptiness and the need to be filled. D : what is happening to me he moaned D : my hole, my hole S : what is happening to your hole D : it feels so empty S : empty do you want me to put something in it D : I don't know D : yes put something in it so it doesn't feel empty anymore. S : are you sure? Because if I put something in it I don't know if I'll be able to stop. D : yes I don't care, put something in it. S : what do you want me to put in, my finger? D : yes anything is good Sam inserted 2 fingers into Dennis' pussy and began to lightly finger him. Dennis heaved a deep sigh at feeling the fingers in his asshole and enjoyed the feeling. But the empty feeling remained. S : is it good like this baby D : more it has to be more. Sam grinned. S : shall I take a dildo for you D : yes do it Sam took a slim dildo put some lube mixed with Tina on it and gently pushed it into Dennis' hole. Dennis cave welcomed the dildo by opening even more. Little by little the dildo went deeper and deeper. Dennis moaned and again felt that burning sensation. D : oh yes, more, deeper, harder. I'm so hot, fuck Sam enjoyed this, the moment they ask for more. The moment they let their pussy be used for the first time and enjoy it. S: you see baby I was going to let you enjoy it. Let your true self come out, let yourself completely free Sam gently fucked him with the dildo and Dennis moaned heavily, but the dildo was still not enough to take away the empty feeling 😧 more I need to be filled more. A big grin came on Sam's face, this is what he had been waiting for. S: if you want to be filled more I will have to fuck you I'm afraid because I don't have anything thicker anymore Which was a big lie, but of course Dennis didn't know that. Dennis didn't care how or with what but he needed to be filled and lay shaking with desire on the bed. S: if you want that will have to get me hard first then. Dennis opened his mouth and Sam removed the dildo from the slightly gaping pussy. Dennis immediately felt the empty feeling return and mused no leave that one in place. S: if you want to be filled you will have to suck me first slut. And let his limp cock hang in front of Dennis' mouth. Dennis's desire to be filled was so great that he raised his head and sucked the cock inside and began to suck the cock like a real meth whore. He felt his mouth being filled back with the stiffening pole and couldn't wait for that cock to be in his pussy. S: just stop sucking baby or I'll fill your mouth again. I will reward your cunt with my fat cock. He quickly shoved the bottle of poppers under Dennis' nose and let him do a few more deep pulls. Sam untied his legs from the bed and placed them on his shoulders. He placed the tip of his glans against the yearning sphincter S: are you ready slut, are you ready to be fucked by a real man. D : yes please fill my hole, I can't take the emptiness anymore. Sam pushed his glans through the sphincter and felt the warmth of the virgin cunt. Dennis moaned heavily and felt like his sphincter was going to rip. D : That hurts. It hurts. Stop S: now I can't stop baby And he pushed his shaft deeper inside. Dennis felt his hole being pulled open even more and more pain, but the empty feeling was gone. Sam was almost balls deep and stopped for a moment so Dennis' hole could get used to the intruder. Dennis felt the pain begin to fade away and in its place he got another wave of horniness. He got the poppers shoved under his nose once more and sniffed it heavily through each nostril. Sam felt the sphincter relax and that was the signal to start thrusting. He started softly and saw Dennis breathing heavily with his mouth open. D : oh my god, fuck , oh my god D : harder, fuck me harder S: do you want me to fuck harder, do you want me to fuck you like a real slut, a whore, a cum dump. S: tell me you're a slut a whore and you have a cunt to be filled D : yes fuck me D : fuck me, I'm a slut, a whore and have a cunt to be filled Sam needed to hear no more and he began to fuck more firmly. Dennis began to moan more heavily D : oh fuck yeah, fuck, oh my god, fuck me fuck my hole S: Now your cunt is still straining so nicely slut, but by the time I am done with you you will have a real open cock asking slut hole. I'll make a true cum asking whore out of you. You'll never want to fuck a woman's cunt again. S: do you want that slut, for me to fully train you into a real whore D : yes, yes make a whore out of me. Sam was ramming heavily into the tight cunt and Dennis cried out in pleasure. S: open your mouth slut because I'm going to spray your'e mouth full with my cum. Dennis eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue S: Here it comes bitch Sam pulled his cock out of Dennis' pussy leaving a gaping empty hole, and as fast as he could he stuck his monster in the open mouth and began to squirt. Dennis eagerly drank the offered cum and did not have to be encouraged to swallow this time. It was also the first time he tasted his own pussy and it tasted for more. He licked the slackening dick clean and enjoyed his first fuck for a moment. But that empty feeling and the moaning of his now gaping cunt to be filled came back. D : fill me, fill me again, I can't do without it. S: look at you, you're becoming a real whore. Never enough. But I'll fill you up slut, I'll keep your cunt nice and open for later on Sam took a big butt plug put some extra special lube on it and pushed it to the gaping hole. The sphincter opened without a problem and let the plug in. Dennis let out a heavy moan as the plug reached its thickest point and let out a deep groan as it sucked into place. Again he felt that burning sensation as the Tina began to work into his gut wall and again got very hot. S: try to get some rest first slut. You are nice and broken in now but when the others are here later you should be able to serve them too because you are my birthday present for the party. Dennis who hadn't had a sober moment since stepping through the door a few hours ago could only nod as the new load of Tina shot through his body. The feel of the butt plug was blissful as it took away the seeing sensation of his pussy. Dennis looked at Sam with horny and flying eyes and bit his lower lip groaning S: did you like your first fuck slut, do you want to be hammered more by real cunts D : oh yes that was delicious, I never thought I would say this but getting fucked is heaven. I more I want to feel you inside me every day. I love you. He felt like every cunt that he himself had fucked before and who wanted more after they had been fucked by him. He hoped Sam would tell him he loved him and would fuck him every day. Sam grinned and looked proudly at his new creation. S: I will fuck you again slut and will turn your cunt into a gaping seed-demanding hole. Soon when my friends are here we will include you in our brotherhood and we will be bonded forever. He came closer and placed his lips a few inches from Dennis'. Dennis put his head forward and kissed him passionately. S: Get some rest I'll be back later to get you ready for the party.

Brock's heart was racing. He hadn't even gotten out of the car and he could feel his pulse in his temples. Brock was just starting his senior year of high school and the closest he had gotten to sex was mutual masturbation with friends during their much more curious years. Before it got weird. Those days were long past. He had chatted with countless guys online about the 'Block. On websites he hadn't technically been old enough to access. But hey, thats growing up gay in small town America. What else was there to do? None of that mattered now, though. It was his 18th birthday and here he was in the parking lot of this local legend. Brock's dick stirred in his jeans a bit. It was now or never, and he knew it. He pulled a ball cap on and headed for the door. There were a couple other cars in the parking lot, he noted. He opened the door - no window, which struck him as odd - and stepped in. The place was seedy on a level Brock could not have imagined. The locals in the chat rooms did not do this place justice. The floor was sticky and the air smelled like an ashtray filled with cum. The entire space was poorly lit. The walls were lined with case displays full of DVDs and VHS tapes. Most of the displays were sticky, too. The center section of the store was cramped with shelves packed full of magazines and small books of erotica. There was a small section of Polaroids lined up in a box like trading cards as well as packets of pictures like you get when you develop film. The products only filled half of the overall space. The other section looked empty as far as Brock could tell. The single register was manned by a guy who had to be in his 60s. Bald on top with some coarse white hair left on the back and sides. He sported an unkempt beard. He was dressed in tattered camo pants and a beat up leather vest. No shirt. His entire torso was a canvas of tattoos of wildly differing quality. He was smoking a cigarette inside despite the city wide ordinance prohibiting smoking indoors. Brock's dick stirred again. The cashier gave Brock a glance over. Brock had been able to buy his mom's cigarettes without getting carded since he was 15. He'd always been big for his age, but his last growth spurt had put him just over 6'6" tall and switching out of general PE into the athletic conditioning class had put about 215 pounds of muscle on that frame. Coupled with his beard, which had stopped being patchy last year and now looked really good if he kept it trimmed, everyone assumed he was older than he was. The cashier included, evidently, because he turned his attention back to a small TV on the counter as Brock was reaching for his wallet to pull out his license. Brock quickly found a display of DVDs to pretend he was perusing. He noted that besides himself and the cashier, the place was empty. He again noted that his pulse was racing. He began to legitimately browse the shelves, hoping the distraction would calm him down. Brock had a fair amount of exposure to porn at this point - again, what else was a gay boy supposed to do in the midwest - but he noted he had never heard of any of the studios or performers he saw on the cases. In fact, one display very near the register was full of cases that just had plain paper inserts with things like "010120 'Chuck' 48" written in sharpie. Brock scanned the case. "082805 'Carl' 62," he read. He heard the bell on the door chime and nearly jumped out of his skin. He very unsubtly turned to see who was walking in through that windowless door. The man walking in was a little shorter than average and overweight. Probably in his early 50s. He had beady, dark eyes and stringy brown hair. If the cashier looked unkempt, this man looked disheveled. Stained gray sweatpants and an A shirt that probably was white at some point. The man didn't even acknowledge Brock on his way to the counter. He threw a pack of cigarettes at the cashier, who disinterestedly put a stack of coins on the counter. The man quickly snatched up the coins and shuffled off past the desk to the empty section of the store. Brock stared after him just a little too long. "There's preview booths in the back if you see something you want to try before you buy," he said. Brock jumped again. "Uh...thanks," he stammered. The cashier went back to his little TV. Brock could feel himself losing his nerve as his pulse crept up again and his breathing became irregular. He felt like he might throw up or pass out. Probably both. He spotted a hallway lit by a single orange bulb in the back area and took off that direction, hoping it led to the bathroom. As Brock drew closer to the hallway, his nerves settled a bit. Which was good because the hallway wasn't really a hallway. It was an exit to the outside that appeared to be welded shut and a staircase, presumably to a basement. Brock realized that his 18 year old dick was rock hard in the wake of everything he had seen so far. It struck him as odd that this area would just be left open and the cashier wasn't making any effort to stop him, so he started down into the dark of the basement.

This is a (mostly) true story of how my fantasy became a reality. Part 1 I’m 5’9”, 145 lbs, and blonde with bright blue eyes. My twink body is covered in hair and usually had a bit of musk from running or working out - just the way a man should smell. For the past year is fantasized and watched poz porn, but never thought I’d do it because of what I thought would be the repercussions. I was visiting my buddy in Kansas City on a hot weekend in August this summer. We visited a couple of gay bars but they were too packed with people and catching COVID made us both too nervous to stay out long. Little did I know I’d be catching something even stronger that night. We picked up some beer and went back to his place but being in a big city had me really turned on - I always love sampling the new guys when I visit a city. It wasn’t long before I was on Grindr with the name “All loads 👌🏼“ and a picture of my muscular stomach. Pretty soon the messages started rollin in and I lined up a couple hookups back to back. I told my buddy I was going to meet up with some other friends and hopped in my car to the first hookup. As I drove up, I looked at the pics he had sent over - every one showed a huge black cock and muscular, oddly veiny stomach. I thought nothing of it and, as I pulled up my heart began to race. This apartment building looked like a giant trap house and I knew nothing could would come of it. I opened Grindr again in my car and teased my hole until I thought “Fuck it, I need that dick’s cum inside me.” I took a deep breath and walked inside, up three flights of stairs, past busted out doors and ripped up carpets. My heart sped as I got to the apartment number and heard moaning on the other side. Without knocking, I walked into see a thick muscular black guy and his buddy sitting in the couch naked, both stroking giant cocks and watching some TIM porn. I immediately slid off my shorts (I wasn’t wearing underwear) and got in front of them to lube up their cocks with my throat. While I was sucking the guy that hit me up on Grindr, he pushed my head all the way down his cock and held it there. His buddy got up and started eating my hole out, sucking my loose hole into his mouth and around his younger. Suddenly he switched and shoved his rock hard cock into my ass without letting me suck him off. He immediately went to town and the pain was excruciating but soon my ass was wet and I breathed through the pain to relax my hole. He let out a chuckle and nudged his buddy whose cock was still fucking the back of my throat to look at something but didn’t say anything else. “You fucking slut - you’re little faggot hole opened right up for me didnt it” he said as he kept fucking me harder. Soon I felt his body start to tense and without warning he yelled out “Take my fucking kids you little slut.” He so Ed his cock all the way in and we both moaned as the Grindr guy pulled my face up to kiss him and look in my eyes. He slid out of me and they switched positions, but I noticed that his cock had cum mixed with what looked like blood fed around the base. He noticed my look and laughed then said, “Yeah I got your ass nice and opened up in every way for my boy here. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you get loaded good”...

When I arrived in Los Angeles, I was a stunning young man with a big bubble butt. I’d use condom most the time. Then tops would put it in raw and say they’d pull out to cum and they’d breed my hole. I started liking raw fucking and taking the load. I then started loving letting the tops breed my hole. I felt like it was a deeper connection. I then loved Craigslist for hookup posts. I met a Master alpha top breeder that trained me as cumdump and I started becoming heavily used as a cumdump. It was so hot!!

Yum. I love cum dripping from a flooded hole

MY NEPHEW AT THE GAY NUDE BEACH— You may have read my previous account of one of the times my young nephew stayed at my place and I introduced him to the joys of adult bookstores and video arcades and glory holes. He was instantly a big fan. But, at his age, he’s definitely a big fan of sex in general, any time and any where. I discovered that he had never been to a nude beach, so, last weekend, on a Saturday, we drove down to the San Gregorio gay nude beach. It’s been a nude beach since 1966, and the beach-goers are predominantly gay men. The men are in the habit of building driftwood “forts” on the sand, each one delineating a personal space for its occupant(s). The parking lot and access road are privately owned, and an admission fee is charged. The beach itself is public property. The weather there is always a gamble, with some days completely fogged in, and cold and windy, and other days are sunny and warm. I knew that, if the weather was clear, the beach would be crowded on a Saturday, so we got there early. The man who was collecting the admission fee to the parking lot seemed very skeptical about my nephew’s age. He hadn’t brought ID, so it looked like there might be trouble. But, I slipped the man a $20 bill and I told him that was how old my nephew was. We cobbled together 2 driftwood “forts,” side by side. I had brought along what I called, “my lucky shirt which had large block letters spelling out, “FUCK ME.” I tacked it to a piece of driftwood and placed it up high between our 2 driftwood forts where anybody walking by could clearly see it, and, hopefully act on it. The fog was starting to burn off so I could tell that it was going to be a good beach day. I gave each of us a good strong booty bump. Then, we kicked back and blew clouds while we waited for the crowd to arrive. We didn’t have to wait long. I could see a muscular, middle aged man down at the far end of the beach, walking in our direction. As he got closer, I was sure he could see our, “FUCK ME” sign. At first, he was walking down by the water, but suddenly, he veered up closer and closer to where my nephew and I were, our heads down and our asses up. His first words, referring to the, “FUCK ME” sign, were, “Is this for real ?” I said, “Sure. Your choice. Take your pick.” Of course he chose my nephew. Young, smooth, and cute ? Who wouldn’t make that choice ? Little did he know that I had brought my camera, and I was recording the whole scene. My nephew was lying on his back, legs up and back while the guy fucked him. My nephew could see me with the camera, but the guy fucking him was face down, so he didn’t see me. Luckily, my nephew didn’t say anything. He just let out a high pitched moan with every thrust of the guys fat cock into my nephew’s hole. When the guy started gasping, I knew that he was going from pounding my nephew’s ass to pumping it full of cum. After he pulled out, he said, “Thanks, guys. That was hot !” Imagine that. A nice guy as well as being a hot fuck. Now, I could see a lot more men trudging down the beach and claiming spare driftwood to build their own forts. Quite a few of them noticed our, “FUCK ME” sign and pointed and laughed, all in good fun. I was sure that some of them would stop by later on to check us out a little more closely. My first fuck of the day was a homely fat guy with an equally big fat dick. Many times I’ve said that a big dick can make up for a lot of ugly. LOL. Plus, I don’t discriminate, especially when I’m spun on crystal. He sure was heavy, lying on top of me, but I was loving having his big prick stretching my hole and making me take it deep while I hit the poppers, again and again. The bonus was that he was a really heavy cummer, too. Thumbs up ! Whenever either one of us was getting fucked, it always drew a small group of men who gathered close, stroking their dicks and checking out the action, their camera phones up and constantly recording. Some of them just wanted to watch and some of them were waiting for their turn to fuck my nephew or me. Although I’m still pretty good looking and I’m still in pretty good shape, there’s no comparison to how hot my young nephew is. His ass was the prize that most of them wanted. And, good for him. I’m really proud of him. When it was time to go, I recovered my lucky, “FUCK ME” shirt, and I shoved a butt plug up my nephew’s hole to keep the huge amount of cum from running down his legs. The final count was 2 loads for me and 6 for my nephew ! He asked me if we were coming back tomorrow.

20+ loads over a few hours collecting got my jockpussy so cumsloppy had to plug to keep the nut inside feels so fukn awesome. Alpha nut starts to splash out as they pounding my jockpussy gaped so much n then after they nut gotta suck them clean taste all the mixed up alpha nut lick up so not wasting a drop smells like total cumdump

In general, I like fucking my bottom like a 10¢ whore and I'm out to get my moneys worth. So I like it pretty rough. I like wrecking a hole because most of the people I fuck are into that. But, their is a pride in seeing a ass that can close anymore and totally destroyed and it's because of you. It's like a sculptor but with hole as your medium. Some tops do it because the more they make a bottom hurt or bleed feeds their ego as a man. They feel that by wrecking a hole and making guys bleed their so tough.

LINCOLN PARK FUCK It was a rare day with no fog, and temperatures in the high 70’s, a perfect day to work on my tan, and maybe get laid. My favorite place to go is Lincoln Park, a small park that has a very secluded clearing that only gay men seem to know about. On a warm sunny day, you see only the briefest attire: small, tight Speedos, tiny thongs, and more than a few men tanning completely naked, even though that isn’t legal. Before I left the house, I was feeling full of confidence, having shot a good strong booty bump deep in my ass, followed by a butt plug to be sure that the booty bump stayed put and got completely absorbed. Next, I hit the glass pipe maybe half a dozen times. Lastly, I pulled on my favorite silicone cock ring. Wearing it always makes my ball sack swell to at least triple its normal size. Besides, it feels great ! After packing everything into a size small Speedo, I grabbed my beach bag which I always kept ready to go, containing sun screen, a couple bottles of water, poppers, a glass pipe, a lighter, lube, and a large beach towel. When I got to the park, I hiked up the short distance to the clearing. At 11:00 there were already 7 or 8 men there in various stages of undress, including one couple that had stripped down completely. After spreading out my beach towel, I pulled off my shorts and tee shirt. As the latest guy to arrive, all the other guys were checking me out. I laid down on my beach towel then rummaged around in my beach bag until I found my lighter and my glass pipe. From previous experience, I knew that there were always a lot of men smoking weed. The booty bump I had administered before I left the house gave me the courage to hit the glass pipe right out there in the open. After 6 or 8 good hits on the glass pipe, I pulled off my small, tight Speedo. The butt plug I was wearing was a clear sign that I was definitely a bottom. By now, I was feeling pretty well spun, and I couldn’t keep my hands off my limp Tina dick, then alternating between stroking my dick and playing with the butt plug, fucking it in and out of my hungry hole. Gradually, more and more men showed up and staked out acceptable places with a good view of all the other men. Soon, an older middle age man entered the clearing. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. I couldn’t help but notice that he was staring at the butt plug I had jammed in my ass. He spread out his beach towel maybe 4 feet from me, and I watched him undress. I didn’t care that he knew I was watching him. It’s all a game, anyway. When he dropped his shorts, it was obvious that he was sporting a very impressive bulge in his Speedo. I knew that it was very common for gay men to “pack” their Speedos to make it look like they were a lot bigger than they actually were. But that wasn’t the case with this guy. Although he was wearing a chrome cock ring to keep him semi hard and showing a good sized bulge, the rest was all him, flopping around as he tugged his Speedo down. All the while, I let him see me working my butt plug in and out of my ass. From the looks of his dick growing longer and thicker, I could see that he was definitely interested. For a while, continued playing with my butt plug, then I pulled it all the way out and threw it into my beach bag. I took a couple hits of poppers, then offered them to him. While he was huffing the poppers, I spread my cheeks with both hands, again and again, showing off my slightly gaping hole. Now I was face down, and he got on top of me. I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, and I especially liked feeling his big cock head tickling my butt hole. Both of us were moaning, it felt so hot. Suddenly, he pulled back, spread my cheeks, and buried his face in my ass, and tongue fucked my hole. That was driving me wild, and I was practically begging to have his big donkey dick inside of me. I didn’t have to wait long. He fucked his cock up and down my crack a few times before his rock hard cock found my hole. I gasped as he shoved hard and forced his way into me, balls deep. He hit the poppers then handed them to me. I took continuous hits as he pounded my ass. Feeling his huge cock stretching my hole felt incredible. I was glad I was spun as fuck, so that I could take it. When he was ready to unload, he locked his hands around my throat and he slowly pulled his cock back then rammed it into me, again and again. When he was completely spent, he let go of my throat and rolled off of me, letting me gasp for air. I happened to glance around the clearing and saw that almost every guy there had his camera phone up and had been recording video of the entire scene.

I read a lot of profiles on many different personals sites. As someone who has a marketing background, I have had some recurring thoughts about the pitfalls I see people make all the time. Hell. I've made some of these errors myself. In job interviews, the most important person you need to be pleasant to is the assistant or secretary to the interviewer. And in theatre you are always auditioning, meaning as long as you are in the theatre be nice and don't talk shit. Something similar occurs on personals sites. I don't know how many times I've been someone's type, but the way they abruptly, rudely, or insensitively dismiss whole groups of people turned me off. When I get that ping or message, I politely decline. This is for three reasons, two of which are red flags. 1. Cruelty isn't sexy. 2. (RF 1) Are they going to be dismissive like that to my friends/family? 3. (RF 2) This person lacks empathy and will probably turn on me at some point. Its a good practice to talk about what you are seeking and let people read between the lines about what you aren't seeking. For example.No fats. No fems. No old dudes. Instead say: I'm really atttacted to guys around my age give or take 5 years who are active with a swimmers physiqu, extra points if he's a tough guy with a great sense of humor. In the example above I am clearly stating what I desire in a way that doesn't spotlight certain groups. Everyone should feel welcome to seek love, a fuck, a friend, or to fuck a friend. I have been pleasantly surprised in my life to have found someone attractive in every male category. The problem with absolutes is that they will fuck you every time. "Between the ages of 20-30 only." And the next profile is the hottest 45- year- old you have ever seen. Don't be a Debbie Downer. Most sites have problems. Men looking for sex can be flaky. And yes, there are a ton of dick pic seekers and bots. However, you will never gain points by complaining about a site or its members. At best, it looks like sour grapea, and other users may take offense, think your a pessimist, or want sympathy. And you don't want the guys who pray on the sympathy profiles. You have 15 seconds to grab someone's attention. Use an attention grabbing headline. Be clear about what you are looking for, and tell the viewer about your positive qualities, and don't be afraid to say your attractive, sexy, experienced, or that you can out maneuver a Dyson vacuum. Don't put yourself down, say that you'll never find anyone, or highlight your age, weight or other attributes as undesirable. In job interviews, it's amazing how many people will do the interviewers job for them. Let the person viewing your profile decide for themselves whether you are "too something." Because, truth be told, everyone is has a range of people they are attracted to and those they are not attracted to. And that's okay. People are not always gonna find us attractive. Its okay. We don't find everyone attractive either. But to some people we are their idea of hot sexy cuddly fuckableness. When we look at personal ads, we need to know 1. are they attractive to me, 2. are we sexually compatible. 3. are they a crazy person who is going to disrupt my life. It should go without saying, but avoid terrifying profile images like clowns, serial killers, etc. Your profile picture should be clear and it should be you looking presentable. Clean clothes, not drunk, or asleep. Also if you write a novel at best people will think you're eccentric and quirky. Mostly it gives off the impression that you might be high maintenence, self centered, writing a manifesto, paranoid or trying too hard. Its not a resume. It's a snap shot about who you are as a potential date, fuck, or fwb. Last but not least, even though you should be recognizable from profile to profile, know your demographic and audience. Like on social. Pretty pictures go on Instagram, puppy pics go on Facebook, irate rants go on Twitter. Grindr is a meat market with a lot of closet cases, marrieds, etc. Its best to keep it meat and potatoes. Leave the punch fishing for asspig, relationship stuff to Scruff, bareback to BBRT, and heavy kink to Recon or NKP. Just some thoughts. Take as you will.

When I was about 19 and started to heavily cheat on my ex.

Been awhile since i've read this thread, hadn't seen half of it prior to it going dormant. To me a bully is at the opposite end of the spectrum from a Man. As i see it, a bully uses things like force and meanness to compensate for their lack of substance, strength and maturity. To me the claims of not valuing the 'object' of their purported derision contradict their pursuit of the the very ones they claim to not value. That they need/want to so devalue another, or be with those who devalue their self, to me, underlines their own lack of self worth. How strong and worthy is the person who needs/wants a 'worthless object' in order to perceive their own value? To me, the Man Who can Dominate and evoke the desire to submit from a person who is not easy but complex, not weak but strong, not stupid but intelligent, is a Man with a capital M. Knowing how to harvest the perfect fruit at the top of the tree is a lot more accomplished and demonstrative of substance and accomplishment than scavenging for the fruit fallen to the ground and in a state of decay. To me what distinguishes an Alpha Human from say an alpha dog, is the added qualities of things like intelligence, caring, compassion. i guess using brute force can work if all you aspire to be is an animal, but it doesn't strike me as a significant accomplishment for a person.

Bobby had been chatting with Steven off and on for a few weeks. Bobby was instantly drawn to Steven the first time he saw him on Grindr. And he was disappointed when Steven revealed he had HIV not too long after their first chat. Still, Bobby found himself drawn to Steven. Bobby was rather particular when it came to guys; and Steven matched every one of his preferences: tall, lean, white, smooth and under 30. Bobby wanted to be with him so bad, but couldn't bring himself to say it. The fear of HIV was just too much to face. Steven didn't need to do very much persuading, though - at least to keep Bobby talking to him. All it took was for Steven to send Bobby one picture of his thick tool for Bobby to stay interested. Over a few days, the conversations turned increasingly more sexual and suggestive. Bobby would send messages along the lines of "if you didn't have HIV, I'd like you fuck me every night. " Steven had heard those types of things before, but wasn't distressed when Bobby said it. He saw an opening unfolding. Bobby finally got the nerve to invite Steven over to hang out and "Maybe jerk each other off" if they decided they liked each other in real life. From the moment Steven walked into Bobby's apartment, Bobby could barely think straight. Steven was clever enough to wear basketball shorts and a wife beater which showed his body off amazingly well; he also had calculated it would be best to go commando; and the outline of his thick cock was very evident, even as he was soft and clothed. It was hard for Bobby to not stare at Steven; and Bobby felt himself getting hard just at seeing the hints of what Steven was packing. Bobby was still distracted and nervous about the possibility of doing anything with a poz guy. He figured a strong drink or two would help calm the nerves. After the second stiff drink kicked in, Bobby was feeling less timid. "So, lemme see that big dick of yours" Bobby finally requested. Steven stood up from the couch next to Bobby, faced him, and then slowly pulled down his shorts. A semi-hard cock began to appear as Steven pulled them down. And then Steven pulled his shorts past the top of his cock and it spring up slightly, still not fully hard. Bryan just stared and admired it, while his own cock stiffened in his jeans. "I think it's safe to say we like each other, so go ahead and jerk it," Steven prompted Bobby. Bobby tried not to seem too eager as he grabbed the dick dangling in front of him. Steven wasn't the longest dick Bryan had seen, but he sure was the thickest. It reminded Bobby of a slinky for a moment. Bobby tugged on it gently. "Yeah, stroke that cock like you want it," Steven urged him on. Bobby continued to slowly pull on the hardening cock as it thickened in his hand. "I won't tell anyone if you put it in your mouth. It's safe," Steven invited. Bobby stroked it a few more times as he considered it. He was nervous about putting this dick in his mouth, but was so desperately wanting to inhale as much of it as he could. A few moments later, and Bobby was struggling to wrap his mouth around Steven's thick shaft and make his way part-way down the wide girth stretching his mouth. "Oh yeah, suck on that dick," Steven whispered, "choke on my cock. Go all the way down." Bobby did as instructed, trying to put the thought of HIV out of his head. The involuntary choke that occurred as he tried to go all the way down distracted him from his worrying. He now felt challenged by this big cock and determined to deep-throat it entirely. "Fuck yeah, keep sucking on that dick," Steven said as he reached around and grabbed the back of Bobby's head to quicken the pace with assertive pulls on the head. "Mmmm..." Bobby moaned, his mouth had never been more stuffed with dick before; and he was rock-hard as he savored the meat in his mouth. Just a few minutes later, Bobby found himself on his bed still enjoying the big dick in his mouth while Steven laid back. Steven had a proposition for Bobby. "Hey, I have an idea," he said as Bobby slobbered on his cock. "I know you're afraid to get fucked .. but how about I just put my dick into you gently, and let it stay there without any fucking. Just so you can feel it inside you." Bobby stopped his work for the moment, turned to Steven and responded "Uh, I don't know. It sounds risky." "It's pretty low risk. I'm on meds and all. Besides, I won't be fucking you. I'll just slowly put it in and hold still while you jerk off and pretend I'm fucking you." Bobby was inwardly excited by the proposal, thinking to himself How risky could it be? It would only be a little penetration. A few moments later, Bobby's heart was racing as Steven made his way in between his spread legs, and positioned his spit-covered cock in line with Bobby's smooth hole. Steven licked his fingers and applied more spit to Bobby's pink pleasure spot. "Here it comes." Steven said as he slowly pressed his tip against the hole with assertive, but gentle pressure. Bobby's heart was pounding incredibly hard. "I should stop," he said to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He was more turned-on than he was scared. The feeling of the tip of the thick cock making its way inside him was too enticing to stop. Steven pulled out a tad, and pressed in a bit more, picking up more spit to help lube the path inside. Bobby bit his lip and found himself closing his eyes, not his usual practice during sex, but he couldn't bring himself to watch a poz cock enter his ass. Somehow, closing his eyes made the reality less real. "That's it - how's it feeling?" Steven asked. Bobby forced himself to take a few long breaths. The thick tip stretched his hole and burned, but Bobby knew that the burn wouldn't last long. A few minutes later of of very slow gentle pressure, and Steven was half-way into Bobby's ass. The anxiety building in Bobby was being slowly washed away by the pleasure of his hole being filled. "Do you like it there?" Steven asked. "Mmm .. yeah .. that feels great," Bobby answered, his eyes still clenched closed. Steven held the cock in place for nearly a minute while Bobby jerked on his now rock-hard cock. Steven reasoned now was a good time to make his next move, "I'm getting a cramp, I'm just gonna re-position a bit" and with that Steven swayed his upper body a little, and pushed another inch deeper into Bobby's wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Bobby blurted as he felt the cock invading further. He opened his eyes for a moment, only to quickly shut them again so as to not 'see' what was unfolding. "Sorry, you okay?" Steven answered. "Yeah, damn, that feels amazing. Right there." Steven held it in place as Bobby stroked more. "Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Bobby revealed as he stroked his thin smooth cock furiously. "I need to readjust again, sorry .. cramp again," Steven said, using the same lie to to take advantage of the tight hot hole further. Bobby was too horned up by this point to be concerned, and gasped as he felt the cock slide in further. He almost didn't realize that Steven pulled his cock out a bit and slid it back in a couple of times. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Steven held still again and asked, "So, what position do you like better? The first one or the this one?" Bobby stopped moaning for a moment, "I dunno .. they are both amazing." Steven slid his cock back a little and said, "You like position one?" and then slid it back in where it was "or position two?" "Ohh! Two! Damn - two!" Bobby nearly squealed in reply. "Okay .. and do you like two - or three3?" and with that slid in even deeper, almost three-quarters into Bobby's now inviting ass. "Fuck! Three! I LOVE three!" Bobby proclaimed. "Hmmm, okay, what's better? One...or three?" Steven pulled back and then thrust back to his deepest position. "Mmmm! Fuck! Three! Definitely three!" Bobby was beside himself. Any thought of HIV was buried deep in the back of his head while every part of his mind was screaming for more cock. Steven knew Bobby was giving in and continued progressing. "Hey, this is hard to hold here .. can you roll onto your stomach? I can hold your favorite position better." "Yeah .. hell yeah!" Bobby instantly agreed. Steven slowly slid out his cock; and Bobby complied and flipped onto his belly; and then Steven moved back into position. "So, when I'm outside you, this is position zero," Steven explained, "now, here's one, then, two, and your favorite, three" as he slid back into the hole he was exploiting. "Oh God, yes!" Bobby gladly accepted the cock back inside him. "Do you want to try a different number?" Steve asked playfully. "Yeah, man!" Bobby nearly begged. "Here comes position five .." and he paused. Bobby anxiously awaited. The pause seemed like an eternity. And then Bobby felt a deep pressure burying in his hole. "Holy fuck! I love five - fuckin' love five!" Bobby shot back. Steven slid back some, "You prefer five to three?" "Yes! I want five again. Gimme five!" Steven responded by pushing back deep into position number five. Bobby had never felt such ecstasy rushing through him. "Ready for the next number?" Steven asked, anticipating the answer. "Fuck yeah!" Bobby answered. "Here's six!!! and this time, Steven was not as gentle, he jabbed as deep as he could. Bobby shuddered as he felt the stabbing pain, but then pleasure washed over him again. "God damn .. holy fuck!" Bobby couldn't find words to describe the pleasure his ass was getting. "I love it. I love it!!!" Steven knew Bobby was under his full control now, "if you want, you can call out different position numbers, and I can change as you want them. For example, here's one to five." Steven pulled back and pressed back in. "And here's two to six" and again demonstrated with a rock and thrust that nearly made Bobby cum. "Oh shit! That's fucking incredible! Do one to five!" Bobby demanded. Steven obliged. "Two to six!" Bobby requested enthusiastically. It didn't even occur to him that he was getting his ass pounded. He was just picking numbers, as far as he thought. Again, Steven thrust appropriately. "I want zero to six!" Bobby couldn't get enough. Steven pulled all the way out, and slammed it back all the way in. "Oh FUCK!" Bobby nearly screamed at the onslaught of pleasure and pain simultaneously. "Ohh, I see what you like, now.." Steven said in his continuous playful tone. Without awaiting a response, Steven pulled all the way out, and gave Bobby another slam; and repeated three more times. Bobby was so turned on, tears were involuntarily forming at the corner of his eyes. "You mind if I pick some random numbers to give you? I think you'll like them." Steven was leading his now vulnerable conquest. "Fuck, yeah!" Bobby responded with a wide smile. "Here it comes!" Steven announced. Bobby felt the thick cock slowly sliding out and in for a few moments. Steven picked up his pace and did a few deep jabs. He then returned to slow strokes, varying his depth with each push. "Oh shit!" Bobby had a hard time verbalizing the pleasure he was feeling, "Fuck ! FUCK! FUCK!" And then, Steven stopped, and held position. "Keep going!" Bobby insisted. Steven, however, held still, about three-quarters deep for several moments. The pause was torturing Bobby as he was on the verge of erupting any moment. "Please fuck me!" Bobby urged. Steven leaned in close to Bobby's ear and said, "I'm so fucking turned on. I love your ass. If I keep going, I won't be able to stop; and you're gonna end up full of my poz cum." Bobby couldn't even consider the risk at this point; he was too turned on to care and instantly replied with, "Do it! fuck my ass! I want your cum!" Steven resumed his slow fucking and gradually picked up his pace and depth. Bobby replied with escalating moans as Steven picked up his pace. Bobby felt a tongue enter his ear and felt a hot wet sensation as Steven probed deep into his ear with his tongue and then whispered, "You're gonna get my poz cum. I'm gonna fucking own your ass!" Bobby didn't blink. He surrendered to the thick pleasure stick that was now more than familiar with his ass, and he was determined to let it remain at any direction Steven desired. "Have my ass!" Bobby pleased, "I'm yours! Own my ass." And with those last four words, Steven was drilling Bobby without any hesitation or reservation. Bobby's head bumped up against the headboard a few times while Steven made a point to jab as forcefully as he could. "Unnh! Unnh! Of .. FUCK! FUCK!" Bobby blurted. "When you're ready for my poz cum up your ass, call out for number ten!" Steven commanded. It didn't take Bobby but a few seconds to cry out, "Now! Fuck! I want number ten now! Gimme ten! Ten!" And before he could mutter another word, he heard the loudest slapping noises he ever heard during sex and felt balls slamming against his hole with each quickening thrust. Only now was Bobby starting to realize that he wasn't just changing positions of a cock gently making his way into him. There was no escaping what was occurring. A thick cock was violently assaulting his hole. A thick poz cock was about to shoot cum deep into him. And Bobby was surprised to find this realization didn't scare him; it only turned him on even more. He wasn't supposed to do this; and he was letting go. "Cum in me! I'm yours! Cum .. deep .. up .. my ass!" he managed to belt out. "Take my poz load you fucking cum slut!" Steven insisted while he unloaded deep inside Bobby with continuous deep and quick thrusts. Bobby's ass felt instantly wet and full. The thought of poz cum being shot up his ass managed to excite him to the brink; and Bobby came at the same time into the sheet beneath him. Steven left his dick deeply buried with Bobby until every last drop was deposited into his newly owned hole. The awareness of what actually occurred slowly dawned on Bobby. And his more rational reaction was to try and clean himself. "Umm .. I need to shower," he said as he nearly darted out of bed for the shower. Steven took the opportunity to put on his clothes and leave Bobby to reflect on what he just gave in to.

Damn, on Monday I'm turning 48! And it's the first birthday ever, I can tell to feel happy and free. Comfortable with myself, my beloved ones, my sexuality... And my virus. With my status as part of me and not taking control of me.

I was married to my first wife and met up with a guy at his hotel room to fuck. I insisted on a condom, and we started with it, but he took it off mid way. I freaked and asked what he’s doing and he just said it’s okay. I was like wtf, just please don’t cum inside me. He agreed, but literally 30 seconds later he plunged deep and hard into me and I felt him throb, I knew he was cumming inside me. But instead of upsetting me, it really turned me on and I just pressed my ass into him. Feeling his cock move in and out of my slimy cum filled ass turned me on so much. After he was all finished, I got back dressed and went back home to my unknowing wife. From then on, I was hooked to getting bred and haven’t had a condom inside me since. I’m now poz and with my second wife, who is also poz. She is on meds, I am not 😈

Pig at home

When I or he determines that we are not a fit or that the timing doesn't work, I close the conversation with "Good hunting to you" to show there's no hard feelings. Its always surprising to me how much negative vs. positive content is in profiles on hook up sites. To @BootmanLA's point, on one site I kept getting guys wanting to stroke and suck my dick and do nothing else. To deal with that I added "Getting fucked is important for me, so if it's not high on your agenda we're not a match." Neutral, truthful, and helpful. I get less contacts, but the ones I do get are from horny tops who want a bottom who loves getting fucked. In marketing and sales terms it's about getting well qualified leads.

Chapter 23: The Waiting Game Marc kept in contact with me on a daily basis. I told him it would likely be at least two weeks before he knew if my seed infected him. He said he went out to buy some Ora Quick tests, and I said that's cool, but he'd know as soon as the symptoms of fuck flu hit. He asked what they were, and i said they could vary, but generally fever, night sweats and swolen lymp nodes. I explained that some guys actually convert without getting the flu, and to not use the home test until the third week. I said then we would know what we needed to do. He asked if my step dad would be joining us at the campground and I said yes, but he said he wanted me to do most of the breeding, but my step dad said he'd also breed him. Marc then texted me a picture of a toothbrush and asked Hard bristle correct? I said yes, and then he sent a picture of a bottle brush saying he got that too. I suggested that he brush himself with the toothbrush before to get use to it. I said don't go too hard, just let brush get light pink, not blood red. I told him to stay away from the bottle brush as i wanted that honor! He agreed to that. Just then I got a text from my campground friend and his dad, so I let Marc go. I shared the news with my friend saying that if I hadn't already infected Marc we were going to the campground with my step dad. I told him he and his dad should join us, but if he wasn't already infected, Marc's ass was off limits to them. I said they were more than welcome to show Marc what true pig sex was though. My friend said he and his dad already had a cabin booked that weekend. He said they were bringing two slings and their toy collection. I said perfect, and I'd tell my dad. He said he looked forward to fucking in side by side slings. I told him Marc had never bern fucked in a sling, and that was the first thing to happen. I told him that Marc was serious about me pozzing him, and just sent a picture of not only a toothbrush but a bottle brush! I told him my dad would also bring his sling. He said there was always the sling set at the campground too. He ended the conversation by congratulations with Marc, and let me know he missed my ass and couldn't wait to add his strain to me! I thanked him and reminded him the focus would be on Marc and I but I'd love his strain in me. I added that our dads also seemed to enjoy swapping strains and they were both total Pigs when together. He agreed.

Chapter 22: Hone Sweet Home I arrived home, and dad met me at the car. He grabbed my hand pulling it to his crotch saying did you miss me? I grabbed his hand and led it to my ass saying did you miss me? Dad smiled and said what do you think? We brought my things in, and mom greeted me. She said she was headed to the mall, and asked if I wanted to join them. I declined saying I was going to take a shower and then head to bed as I was exhausted. I heard a car pull up, and headed to the shower, knowing dad would be there shortly. I lathered myself up, and when I heard dad coming in, I bent over with my ass up and the water hitting my back. As I expected dad was rock hard and shoved his cock deep into my ass. He was pumping me quite hard and I said well I guess you didn't get any pussy from mom this weekend. I then coyly said that even I had some pussy. My dad said I'd pay for that. He began to pump my ass even harder and faster, pulling his cock from my hole on every stroke, until he flooded my ass. We toweled off and headed to my bed and cuddled some. It felt so great being in my dad's arms again. He asked me to tell him all about my weekend, including the part about fucking a pussy. He was amazed when I told him it was a jock pussy. He said even he had never done that. I said I'd show him a picture later. Dad then asked if I thought I'd infected Marc. I said that I hoped I did. I told him I ripped the insides of his ass several times, and dad asked if I brushed him. I said no, but Marc was planning on visiting during my spring break, and if he hadn't converted by then, we had planned to spend the weekend at the campground and try again, including brushing. My dad just smiled and said that's my son! My dad's cock started getting hard again, and I told him I had something else to tell him. I knew when I did, he'd breed me again. I told him that Marc was open to having him join us. I said Marc said he wanted me to infect him, but I reminded him it was the same DNA. Dad immediately rolled me on my back, putting my legs on his shoulder and kissing me before he started to make love to me. After unloading in me, dad said let me see your pictures. I retrieved my phone, and found one of Dean, fully clothed. My dad said he's hot and asked if he was a good fuck. I said yes. Then he asked if he had a big cock. I said it was the smallest I've ever seen. I thumbed through my photos to find the picture of Dean laying spread eagle on the bed, with his pussy glistening from his juices. Dad was completely shocked. I then showed him a picture of me eating his pussy and explained that he considered his clit a cock. Dad asked if I had fucked him, and I said several of us did. We all felt it was safe as he was on Prep and also on the pill. Dad started jacking his cock, and I said there's more. I showed him a picture of Jimmy's huge cock with his PA in. Dad just said wow, and asked if I had taken it. I smiled and said what do you think? I thumbed through my pictures and found the video of Jimmy fucking me with his PA in. Dad immediately noticed his scorpion tattoo and asked if he was toxic. I told dad he just came off meds, and I doubted it. Dad just sighed and said too bad. Dad wanted to breed me again, but was worried mom would be home soon. I simply said let's stop talking and fuck then. Dad said we could do both together. As dad was breeding me, he told me how proud he was of me, and he was suprised that Marc agreed to be gifted by me. Dad said he didn't tell me before , but had figured it was going to be a wasted weekend for me. He then asked how we could make the Spring Break campout work. I explained it was simple. He suggest to mom that we go camping that weekend as Marc was visiting. Dad knew mom hated camping, and would think it would be fun for the three of us to get away, giving her some time alone. Dad asked if we should invite Jimmy and or Dean, and I said no, I wanted that weekend to be ours, hopefully infecting Marc if I hadn't already. I told dad if I had already infected him, we would show him what a true pig is! Dad just snorted like a pig as he dumped his third load in me. He was just in time as mom got back home. Dad quickly put his pants on, and I got under the covers pretending to sleep, just before mom entered my bedroom. Dad said he was checking on me, and about to take a shower. Mom said that was a good idea as I was always so sweaty. She simply didn't know that's what M2M sex was!

My heart raced when I saw the parking lot full of mostly beater cars with license tags from every county in a 50 mile radius. After paying the $20 entry fee to the cute counterboy who shot me a shit-eating grin, I made my way through the club,wishing my eyes would adjust faster so I could see if where I was going. It did not take long before a multitudeof hands were rubbing my cock hard in the semi-darkness. One of thehands unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock which was immediately engulfed in some guy's warm deep mouth. I ran my fingers through his crunchy hair while I fucked his throat until he gagged. Not wanting to cum yet I pulled out of him and started making my way to look for some more action. In a corner I saw a hot blonde making-out with a brown haired boy and approached. Locking eyes with the blonde as I pressed my body into the back of the brown haired boy he was kissing. The brown haired boy responded by feeling up my body and then undid his pants and pushed them down a bit while he kept kissing the blonde. I spat on my cock and started to stroke. The brown haired boy turned his head toward me with his tongue out and we started kissing as I pressed into his back. Now that I could see his face I found him shockingly handsome and devoured his mouth which tasted like an ashtray yet I devoured him. He rubbed his hot ass harder against my cock. I figured I would see how far I could get raw and I spat on my hand and smeared his ass then started to press into him with a steady force. With his back still to me he started kissing the blonde again as I went in deeper. I could hear him moaning into the blonde's mouth then the blonde bent down to feel my cock pumping in his friend. Then I picked up the pace and brown haired boy separated a bit from the blonde so he could bend over and thrust his ass out to meet my thrusts in. The blonde leaned forward and put his tongue in my mouth. After touching tongues with him for a while hestarted whispering to me about how hot it was to watch me fuck his boyfriend. He said that his boyfriend was a slut to let a stranger fuck him bareback. He asked if I was poz to pull out before cumming and I smiled and whispered back that his boyfriend should pull off my cock soon if he doesn't want my charged load. The blonde whispered something to his boyfriend, who by that time I felt up enough to know was one of the hottest guys I had ever fucked. I was totally boned to feel two pierced nipples under his shirt and he moaned when I tweaked his bars. Whatever the blonde said made the brown haired boy turn his head to kiss me again. Through the kiss I said "I'm getting close to breeding you" which made him milk my cock harder. By this time a small crowd had gathered, attracted by the moaning and the sound of my hips rebounding off his hot ass. All of us were getting felt-up, including the blonde who was staring into my eyes again as I started to shoot-off deep in his boyfriend's hot hole. Half way though my spurtingthe brown haired by grabbed his hot cock which up until had been ignored by all, and beat off furiously. He came in five strokes, his ass spasming while I was still spurting in him. Some guy caught the brown haired boy's cum and fed some to me. The blonde leaned forward again and licked some of his boyfriend's cum off my lips as he beat off and whispered "I'm next."

My first time messing around with a friend. We were both teens, so horny enough to fuck anything. We'd jerked each other off a few times, given each other blowjobs and at this point, I was regularly swallowing his loads. One day, we decided to take it to the next level and we didn't have a condom, but wouldn't let that stop us. I tried to fuck him at first, but his ass was too tight, so I told him to lay down and I squat down on his dick. Within minutes he had me on my back, fucking my tight boy pussy. I never really thought about him cumming in me, he just did it, just pounded my ass and made it his.

I’m not really sure where this belongs, so I’m just putting it in “General”. If there’s a better place, please let me know. I’ve got silicon anal toys that I really like. After use I always clean them with mild soap and water, but they do tend to retain a distinctive smell. 1. Is it OK to soak silicon toys in a bit of water and bleach to help neutralize the smell? 2. Are there other oils, e.g. peppermint that I could rub them with? Some lubes smell like clover, but they are usually not silicon friendly. 3. Should I just ignore the smell and move on? I appreciate any tips here. Thanks!

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.

Chapter 5: Turning Points On Wednesday afternoon, Laszlo walked into the Hawaiian Nine office suite just as Jim and Steve were sauntering out of Daniel’s private office into the reception area. “He’s free, Laszlo, just go on in.” Jim sounded like a man on a mission. But Steve put out a hand and stopped Jim from leaving, then spoke. “Hey, Laszlo, I’d like to keep in touch. Let’s swap numbers.” Jim raised his eyebrows. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for you any more?” he asked mockingly – then chuckled. Steve, though, replied in an unusually serious tone. “Jim, I think it would be a good idea for us to keep in contact with Laszlo.” The numbers duly exchanged, the two of them hugged and kissed the younger man, and then went on their way. And Laszlo went in. Outside the building, Jim said, “Well?” in a curious tone of voice. “Well, what?” “You know what, Steve. Why did you want Laszlo’s number?” “Just a sixth sense. I get the feeling that Daniel is about to do something big and make some sort of major change in his life. If he does, I just have a feeling that he might let Laszlo know what he’s up to. I’m sure it’s not love, but there’s some sort of special comfort zone there for him. I want to know where to locate Laszlo if we need to ask about Daniel.” Jim nodded. “That’s good thinking. I didn’t pick up anything particular about them myself, but I sure as hell trust your judgement.” Steve laughed. “You’re just saying that because I thought it was safe to confide in you with my feelings. So I did -- and look where it got us!” The two of them laughed and kissed. On entering Daniel’s office, the first thing Laszlo noticed was a facial expression that he’d never seen on the boss before. Daniel was staring off into space, almost as if he was off on another planet or something. His elbows were propped on the desk, forearms pointing up, fingers linked together, and his chin was resting on his linked fingers. Who knew where the rest of him had gone to? Laszlo gently cleared his throat. “Ahem, Daniel.” Daniel shook out of it. “Hi, Laszlo. Is the door closed?” Laszlo nodded. “Have a seat.” He got up and poured a pair of scotches out of a decanter, handing one to Laszlo, and then sat down again. “So, what’s this about Daniel?” “A couple of things, Laszlo. First of all, and most important, I need you to promise me absolute secrecy about everything I’m going to tell you. These are things no one else knows yet – not Jim and Steve, not Lianne, no one.” “Promise.” “Right. Here it is, then. I’m planning to retire and sell the business.” Laszlo stared at him in shock. Finally, words returned to him. “Are you mad?” Daniel chuckled. “Hardly that. But I’m also damned if I’m going to be like Mark the Meatman” – and here he referred by nickname to a once-popular but now over-the-hill porn star and producer – “and keep going until I’m so old that I can only attract viewers by appearing in cradle-robber scenes. I want to go out when I’m on top of my game and on top of the business.” Laszlo studied him carefully. Perhaps he was young, but he was also uncommonly perceptive and sensed that there was more. “Is that all?” “No. I’m also getting bored with the whole routine. Running around raising money, sucking up to ageing queens with deep pockets, screening applicants for scenes, holding the loads in, swearing off for days at a time just to get a good money shot. I’m fed up.” “So what’s your timeline for that.” “That’s the second part of what I want to tell you. I’m going to finish off the film we just shot, then film one more – and call it quits after that one gets released. I wanted to tell you now because I’m going to bill you as the star in that final film, let you pick where you’d like to film and work with whoever you want to work with.” “For reals?” Daniel nodded, smiling at Laszlo’s obvious eagerness to get going. “Wow, I’d love to do another scene with Steve – I mean Rod.” “Sorry, Laszlo, that’s the one that’s off the list. He’s told me twice now that he’s retired again and this time it’s for good.” Laszlo’s face dropped. “Hey, don’t look like that. You got a chance to work with him and breed him, and have him breed you, and that’s something only the two of us have ever done on video.” “How could I forget? My ass was still sore when we got to the orgy scene.” “I thought you were acting a bit – ‘restrained’ – that day.” They both laughed. Both men were familiar with the aftermath of a ramming from Rod Rammer. But then Daniel went on. “Anyway, like I said, that’s only a planning-stage item for now. But give it some thought and get a preliminary list ready.” “So, Daniel, what’s going to happen when you sell out?” “I’m going to include a condition of sale that the buyer has to keep our videos in circulation for a minimum period of 5 years, under the Hawaiian Nine name. And there’s going to be another condition. Just let me find the envelope. I already gave Steve his package.” Daniel sorted through a pile of stuff on the desk, fished up and envelope, and handed it to Laszlo. “Go ahead, open it.” Laszlo ripped off the end and pulled out a payment notice. “Three hundred forty-seven dollars and fifty-four cents. What’s this for?” “Your royalties. Our last film was such a huge success that I decided to give everyone a royalty on sales and streaming rights. Two cents per streaming, ten cents per full sale. That’s your first payment, based on all the income so far. You should see it land in your bank account today. We’re going to use the same system for the last two films. And the buyer of the company has to keep up the royalty payments as long as they keep the films in circulation.” Laszlo got up, walked around the desk, and gave Daniel a huge hug and a kiss. “Thank you, Daniel. Not just for this, but for launching my career, and for giving me the lead position in your final film production. You’re the best!” Daniel smiled as he patted his enthusiastic young star on the back. But then he returned to business. “And remember, all of this is confidential. Everyone is getting an email with the royalty notice today, and the payments are being deposited, but that’s all that anyone except you knows.” Laszlo gripped his hand firmly and looked him squarely in the eye. “I promise.” And after a few more final words, he went his way. Out on the street, Laszlo fingered the payment notice in his pocket. The whole thing – the royalty payment, the offer of a starring role, the news that Daniel was going to slide out the door – it had all become surreal to him. The one thing Laszlo realized, loud and clear, was that in a year or less he was going to have to say goodbye to Daniel – and might well never see him again. Now, there was a depressing thought. Daniel had been a good mentor, and Laszlo had felt instinctively that special comfort zone with Daniel which he hadn’t felt with too many other guys – certainly not with his ex. What Laszlo hadn’t clued into at all was the significance of the statement that nobody but him knew about Daniel’s plans for the future. Laszlo wandered along the street, the vibrant life of WeHo flowing all around him, but he wasn’t really noticing it, immersed as he was in his thoughts. Then a voice spoke to him -- and he snapped out of his preoccupation. “You’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” The speaker was a tall, lean guy, wearing a tight tee shirt and very short shorts. Well worth a second look in any company, Laszlo thought. Then he took that second look. “Adam!” “Yes, it’s me all right.” “So why didn’t you call me by my real name?” In a slightly sarcastic accent, Adam replied, “I thought you might have gotten a name change when you went in for the enhancement surgery.” They both laughed and Adam went on. “You didn’t waste any time snagging a new guy for yourself after we split.” “What new guy?” “Give me a break, Laszlo. Word on the street all over town is that you and the Hawaiian Nine are shacked up together.” “Twenty-four years old and you still believe everything you hear from that no-name myth, the Word on the Street. In this case, the Word is dead wrong.” “Okayyy.” But Adam sounded doubtful. “But tell me one thing. How did he get you to open up and give him your ass? I tried for the best part of three years, and you were all ‘No – strictly top only.’ And my hole still aches, just from remembering.” “To answer your question, he told me that he hoped I’d be willing to switch up on camera, and I thought about it and decided to go for it. I warned him that I was still a bottom virgin, and he took an afternoon to break me in gently before filming time.” “Damn. I’d love to have you demonstrate your new talent for me.” Adam reached down and “adjusted” the basket of his shorts. “Want to come – up?” “Well, you’re sure not wasting any time, are you? But fair warning – I’m strictly verse now.” Five minutes later, they were naked in Adam’s apartment. Adam had has arms wrapped around Laszlo and was busy kissing him with plenty of tongue while his hands kneaded Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks. Laszlo had his hand fastened on Adam’s cock and was squeezing it, feeling the growing wetness in the palm of his hand. He remembered how he’d used to wonder what it would feel like having Adam inside his ass, but he’d been too scared to try. Now that he’d experienced multiple fuckings from the Hawaiian Nine and the redoubtable Rod Rammer, among others, he wondered why this long but much more slender tool could ever have scared him. Dropping to his knees, Laszlo went to work on Adam’s cock, sucking it deep into his throat and then pulling back and working on it with lips and tongue before deep throating it again. Adam gasped and moaned with pleasure and surprise. He plainly hadn’t expected Laszlo’s technique to have become so much more advanced in the two years since they’d split. And Laszlo went right on surprising him, coming up for some advanced tongue work on Adam’s nipples, then licking all the way down his ridged abs and back to the cock, which he proceeded to swallow. Laszlo had learned a special torsion trick from Eddie during a private session, working his head around in a circle while sucking as he rocked it from side to side. Adam was groaning nonstop, never having experienced such a virtuoso professional blowjob and starting to be scared that he was going to lose his load before he finally got to experience Laszlo’s asscunt. Finally Adam grabbed him and pulled him up for some more kissing, then spun him around and pushed him face down across the bed. Laszlo bent his hips just enough to make his ass lift into the air at a perky, enticing angle. Adam quickly took the hint and pushed his face into the crack, kissing and licking at the sides and at the hole as Laszlo moaned and twisted around on the bed from the sensations. Adam had come a long way from the days when he’d begged, in vain, for a shot at Laszlo’s ass. He’d fucked a number of bottoms since then, all of whom liked the way his long thin dick could tickle their prostates without shredding the ring while slamming in and out of their holes. As his tongue dug into the target, worming its way ever deeper inside, Laszlo yelped aloud, caught by surprise at the realization that his ex-boyfriend had become a real specialist in the fine art of rimming. Laszlo also realized that he was probably in for a memorable fucking to follow. He wasn’t wrong. When Adam finally felt the hole open up and beg for it, he swiftly got into position, spat in his hand and rubbed it on his painfully rigid cock, and pressed the head against Laszlo’s hole – which readily gave way and invited him in. Laszlo let out a drawn out “Ohhhh… fuuuuck…” as Adam’s long shaft slowly pushed all the way into him in a single continuous slide. A moment later, Adam was lying down full length along Laszlo’s back, slowly rocking his hips to make his cock stir around like a mixing spoon inside the newly-opened ass. With his head next to Laszlo’s ear, Adam quietly purred, “You like that?” “Ohhh… yeah… feels so… ohhh… you’re rubbing me so good….” Adam moved his hands away from Laszlo’s shoulders to press down on the bed on either side, and then reared up into a push-up position and began pumping his cock slowly, but with full-length strokes, in and out of Laszlo’s supine body. “Ohhh… fuck, yeah… give it to me harder!” Adam obligingly speeded up, gradually working up to full-throttle pounding into the now-totally-opened ass underneath him. His hips were smacking out a rapid tattoo of slaps against Laszlo’s firm round ass cheeks as his cock pounded faster and faster into the hole. Laszlo was giving out a steady stream of “oh, yeah” and “fuck” as Adam worked him over. It was more than anyone could keep up with for long. Going nonstop at this furious pace was bringing Adam closer and closer to the moment of truth, and as his breathing got faster and more ragged, Laszlo sensed it. “Come on, Adam, fucking pound me!” “Gonna… gonna cum!” “Yes! Let it fly – fill me up. I want that load. Cum in my ass!” Suddenly Adam groaned aloud, slammed all the way in, and held it there as his cock convulsed, blowing a thick stream of juices into Laszlo’s cunt. After the first three bursts, he repeatedly punched his cock in to force the further shots as far inside as possible. “Fuck!” Adam cried as his cock continued firing bolts of cum. At last, his orgasm trailed off and his cock gave its final twitches inside Laszlo, the last few drops of his load slowly dribbling out. Finally, he withdrew, slowly, and watched in awe as Laszlo’s hole hung open, with Adam’s seed slowly sliding out and dripping down his taint to land on the bed underneath him. Adam wiped his cockhead on Laszlo’s cheeks and continued to gaze on his handiwork. At last, Laszlo slowly rolled over onto his back, bringing his still-erect cock into view. Laszlo had what Adam thought idly was an almost demonic grin. There was also an unmistakable smirk to be heard in his voice when he spoke. “Damn good – for the first act.” “The first act?” Adam sounded puzzled. But before he could ask any questions, Laszlo reared up off the bed, grabbed Adam and flung him down onto his back on the covers, and seized his legs, pulling them up in the air to expose his ass. Laszlo promptly dived down and began to rim Adam at full speed, working his tongue all over and around the hole and along the sides of his crack while Adam gasped in surprise and then began moaning as the sensations hit him. He moaned even louder as a finger worked its way inside his hole and began to rotate. “Oh, fuck, Laszlo, keep doing that!” “You’re tight.” “Haven’t been fucked for months. But I want it!” “Coming right up.” Laszlo pulled away, drooled some spit onto his cock, spat into Adam’s crack, and worked it in, then planted his cock at the opening and began to lean. “You want it?” “Yes!” “Beg for it.” “Please! Quit teasing me, Laszlo, I want that dick inside me. Give it to me now! Please!” Laszlo pushed harder, popped through the ring, and then slowly slid the rest of the way in. Adam rested his muscular legs on Laszlo’s shoulders, and Laszlo pushed farther forward until Adam was bent double, and Laszlo was lying right down on top of him, face to face. This was his favourite position for fucking. He loved watching all the expressions on a bottom’s face as he plowed in and out. Now, as he began working Adam over, he could see that old familiar blissed-out look which meant that Adam was enjoying himself. Laszlo was too. He had forgotten just how well Adam’s hole could caress and squeeze him as he slid back and forth. But he knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d already gotten far too wound up from being fucked by Adam for the first time, and he could already feel his load climbing up the shaft and moving into firing position. “Fuck! Can’t hold off… gonna cum….” “Yeah! Give it to me. I want to feel your sperm inside me! Knock me up, Laszlo! Breed me!” Laszlo was moving faster and faster, his hips turning into a blur as he slammed down repeatedly onto Adam’s powerful thighs doubled up under him. His cock was racing in and out, faster and faster, and then all at once the moment was there. “Ohhh… fuuuck…!” He jammed his hips down, shoving his cock all the way inside Adam’s tight butt, and let the jizz fly, his muscles pumping shot after shot of cream deep into Adam’s hole, which kept right on working on his cock, squeezing and releasing, as his own orgasm peaked, and he shot all over his own pecs and abs. Then they lay there, still joined together, kissing and stroking, as their cocks slowly deflated and Laszlo at last slipped out of Adam’s ass. After they’d laid there together for a few minutes, Laszlo got up out of bed and began to dress, while Adam watched him with an expression made up of equal parts quizzical, ironic, and disappointed. “Just Mr. Fuck and Run now?” Laszlo turned and fixed Adam with a serious gaze that stopped him dead in his tracks. He’d never seen Laszlo looking so determined, and so sad at the same time. “Adam, I spent over two years with you, and I can tell exactly where your mind is going. You’re obviously hoping that we’re going to get back together.” Adam said nothing. There was no point. Laszlo really did have his number. “That’s not in the cards. I’m not the same guy I was when we were together, not at all. Experience has changed me – and I don’t just mean the experience of fucking on video for money.” “Well, what do you mean?” “I’ve gotten to see real love in action. And if you don’t know yet who I mean, the Word on the Street is sure to get the bulletin soon enough. It’s going to be the shortest two careers in porn history. Two scenes each in one film, and I’d say it’s a 99% certainty that they’re both going to call it a day at that point. Not quite as certain, but I’d still give 70% odds that there’s going to be a wedding there before too long.” “Hmm, not you and the Hawaiian Nine, then.” “That’s right. As I told you before, we are not an item. Anyway, he’s so screwed up inside that I don’t think he’d know love if it jumped up in his face and slapped him upside the head. But after seeing – well, just call them A and Z for now – together, I can begin to sense what the real thing looks and feels like. It helped, too, when I read this quote on my socials: ‘If you have to ask yourself if you are in love, the answer is always no.’” “I get it. You were asking yourself when we were together.” “Yes. I was. Sorry, Adam, but that’s the reality. We had two good years in spite of ourselves, but we can’t go back. It was fun playing together again, but it has to end here.” With that, Laszlo – now fully dressed – walked over to the bed, kissed Adam goodbye, and went. Moments later, out in the street, he found he was crying. He knew exactly why. He’d been completely truthful with Adam, but the truth had to have hurt the guy, and hurting other people hurt Laszlo – badly. He was the kind of person who was all man, but he had a strong motherly streak in him that made him want to kiss everyone on their sore spots and make them all better. But Laszlo needed someone to kiss him and make him better too. And here he hadn’t told Adam the whole truth, only part of it. The truth, as he finally admitted to himself, was that he was in love with Daniel and didn’t know what to do about it.

Longest session went for like 3 days. was just hole up at some leather fucker's place while him and whoever came over used my holes

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I pay for my bottoms waxing, he's goes about once a month. He does ass, crotch (bikini area in the lingo) and his legs. Always make a point to play around soon after his appointment when he is at his smoothest. Although he is never very hairy between appointments.

Chatted up this BBC on Grindr and he had me come over. Guy opened the door and first thing he says is "There are panties, a skirt and a top in the bathroom. Put them on or go back home." Literally said nothing about cross dressing in our messages. So anyway I went to the bathroom and he fucked me.

Right now I have another project going on in my Play Space, so my exam table is on the riverside of my property. Two nights ago my friend fisted me in pretty clear view of any passers by. Thank goodness is was a dark night.

North of Me—August, 2022 The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often. But it never seems to happen. We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard. The good news is that the wait is always worth it. In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud… I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube. He also has a container of J-Lube. I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand. I go into his study to get out of my clothes. I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots. Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees. I stand in front of him. He inhales. “Thank you for wearing a used jock.” He begins to nuzzle the pouch. My cock escapes to the side. It’s in his mouth, instantly. My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth. He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again. “I want to fuck your face.” Ross moves up onto the bed. His head hangs over, his mouth wide. I slip inside. I begin a slow pump of his mouth. He moans as I bottom out deep inside him. I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes. I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time. “Again!” Ross mumbles. And I repeat the rape of his mouth. Again and again. “Now give me your ass.” Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back. I surprise myself and forego rimming him. I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole. He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust. When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole. I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other… * Ross is in the sling now. I am eating his ass properly. He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in. I want to use him so much more before that happens. I stand up and fuck. Then I add the eggheaded toy. I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock. Ross moans, “So full…” I begin the DP fuck. Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo. It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross. He grunts out how hot it feels. Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under. When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us. I take a long swig of water. I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today. So I just fuck some more. Long strokes. All the way out and all the way in. Every time. The speculum is up next. A slow crank open. Lots of finger-on-prostate action. And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device. Ross shivers in pleasure. His mancunt is held wide open. My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate. He moans. Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass. But I am still not hydrated enough. I sigh—and fuck. And eventually crank it shut. I grab the ass grommet. I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil. I slip it over the shaft of my cock. It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut. It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock. I toss him the poppers for the first time. Ross takes a hit and I press in. He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on. His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy. I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft. Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out. It creates a vacuum sound as I do it. I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him. It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt. I fuck this way a long time. Only now do I grease up my hands. He takes my left with ease. My right with a little more concentration. But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily. Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock. It slips between my fingers. I stroke myself deep in his ass. I pull out and get my right inside him. I add my cock. The angle’s not as good. I go back to my left. I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft. The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way... “Do you want me to try a double?” Ross nods. I go for two hands at the same time. I get both in, my hands palm to palm. He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place. We do this three or four times. And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud. We break. His hole needs a rest. We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp. But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees. I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone. I am within inches of my elbow. We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 27, 2022

The false equivalency between a Disney cast member in a Minnie Mouse costume and a man in drag is a long-armed reach, and a feat of rhetorical acrobatics, even by your standards. No, I am not saying that all drag is inherently ‘sexual’ in the sense of prurience. I am saying that its inherent nature is absolutely, unavoidably rooted in gender difference - that juxtaposition is the entire point of it as a form of expression. There is no equivalence with the person in the Minnie Mouse suit - who may, by the way, be a person of either gender, and that person’s gender is immaterial. The mouse is the entire point. The same cannot be said of the performer in drag. If the person in the “woman suit” is a female, she’s just a woman. If the person is a man, a statement is being made because what’s inside the “woman suit” makes all the difference. Of course it does, or it wouldn’t be drag, and we wouldn’t be having this discussion. The comparison with circus clowns might be closer to the mark, but I would point out that the social function of clowns throughout history has not been idle entertainment, but the ability to make radical social statements and speak truth to power without getting their heads chopped off. Clowns have always been on the spearhead of social agendas. But that’s as far as the comparison goes. How many drag performers do you know personally? How many of them do you think consider themselves clowns, objects of ridicule? My nephew sure as hell doesn’t consider himself a fucking clown, and would take umbrage at your comparison. I take it you don’t read to children very often. If you’re going to successfully share a story time with a group of children, the very, very last thing you want to do is make a spectacle of yourself to the point that they are paying more attention to what you’re wearing than what you’re reading. But in the case of a drag story hour, that seems to be precisely what we get. The focus isn’t on the books or on the kids, and do you know how we can tell? It’s in the name - a “Drag Queen Story Hour”. It’s all about the drag. Children, we’re going to have a drag queen story hour. [boy raises his hand] What’s a drag queen? You’ll see in just a moment, Brad. Everyone look at the drag queen, now. Make sure you pay attention. That’s a drag queen. [Brad, to himself] I don’t get it. -or- [Brad, to himself] That’s a guy in a dress. I don’t get it. Either way, what’s the point of it for the children? Where’s the added value, except to make a point of exposing children to a person with this alternative lifestyle in an overt pitch to make that person appear more socially acceptable? I don’t happen to disagree in general with helping demonstrate that a person in drag is not a danger to society, but this is a cynical ploy trying to act like it isn’t. Let’s take a step back. If drag is inherently about drawing attention to gender difference - that is, a difference between sexes - and it is inherently about that - then if the hour is focused on the fact that the reader is in drag, then the hour is focused on the fact that the reader is exhibiting a juxtaposition of gender roles. And the children involved are being used to force everyone to look at it. Your argument that it’s nothing but big, colorful costumery is arch, to say the least. If the guy was dressed up as Mary Poppins to read Mary Poppins, that would be one thing - it would be an actual costume. He’s not. He’s dressed as his femme alter ego Trayla Trasch and he doesn’t look like any character in any children’s book, ever. But read my post again - nowhere did you hear me make any sort of argument that a drag performer shouldn’t be around a child because the child might be influenced. I said nothing of the kind. What I objected to was that children are being used as pawns in a culture war battle between adults over matters inherently concerning adult gender roles.

Who is your favourite fistee and why? It's hard to choose but ultimately mine is Boyhous. I love how he manages to spread his legs so wide exposing his beautiful hairy mankunt while writhing around. The tatts, the piercings, often sporting red jock straps, taking loads and piss as well as being a talented fister himself.

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 5 - Muscledude's Unprotected Hole Robert and David have been together for 6 years and of that time 4 years poz. Both Robert and David are both really muscular and spend a lot of time in the gym. Robert is 45 years old and David is 24 years old. David and Robert started dating when David was only 18 years old. Two years later, they got married and had a memorable and hot honeymoon in Brazil. Robert and David love sex and love showing off their muscular bodies. During their two-week honeymoon in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, they had sex with countless new men every day. Robert and David toured Rio's gay saunas and cruising areas for two weeks. Although both men are more tops, especially David's hole was tender and swollen after a two-week honeymoon. Brazilian men were hot for a muscular 20 year old all white guy. Both grooms had given and received countless loads during the two weeks. All bare. Two weeks after the trip, first Robert developed a fever and then David. They both received HIV as a gift from their honeymoon. Every year on their wedding day, Robert and David take a trip and reminisce about their honeymoon. They have already visited Berlin, Tokyo, Cairo and most recently Mexico City. At each location, local men happily accept Robert and David's sperm and seed their holes. For two months now, Robert and David have been fucking Roy, a 30-year-old muscular dude they met at the gym. Roy often works out at the gym with his husband. But Robert and David noticed some time ago how Roy always winked in their direction. One time Roy's husband was nowhere to be seen, so David went to talk to Roy. David made sure Roy could see the cock bulging under his shorts. After a while, Robert and David went to the locker room and the gym's sauna to relax after training. It didn't take more than a moment when they heard the sound of the shower and right after that Roy was standing at the door of the sauna with a towel on his hip. Robert and David had sat so that the only place for Roy was between the men. Roy climbed onto the top bench and sat between the men. Robert rubbed his muscles and hummed with pleasure. Robert opened his towel on his hip so that Robert's thick cock was exposed. Robert also rubbed his cock and moaned some more. David also opened his towel and revealed his luscious cock to Roy. Robert grabbed Roy's hand and led it to his own cock. Roy didn't resist and grabbed Robert's hard cock. David put his hand behind Roy's neck and guided Roy's face towards his crotch. Willingly, Roy opened his mouth and let David's cock slide deep into his throat. Robert had already put his hand on Roy's ass and slid his finger towards Roy's hole. "Please stop, I can't", said Roy startled. It turns out that Roy and the husband had a monogamous relationship, so Roy shouldn't be in this situation. Between two juicy cocks. "Okay, we're going home to fuck. It's nice if you come along. But that's entirely up to you. You're welcome!” said Robert and went to take a shower. David followed Robert. David and Robert were already dressed when Roy came out of the shower. "Wait, I'll go with you". On the way, Roy said that he had never cheated on his husband, even though he has a constant desire to have a stranger's cock in his ass. Once there, David and Robert undressed Roy right away. Robert offered his own cock for Roy to suck. David bent down to eat Roy's married hole. When Roy's hole was wet enough, David began to rub his cock on the hole. Roy demanded a condom for David. The men explained to Roy that they were just fucking bare, but it's completely safe because both men's viruses are undetectable. Roy was shocked to hear that both men are poz. David resolutely stated that it's bare or not at all. And pulling out is not an option, because if you fuck, the juices are always injected deep into the hole. Cheating muscle dude Roy was too horny. He couldn't refuse anymore. He could only say to David "Breed me". Both men fucked the cheater Roy in every possible position. Both cummed in Roy's hole twice. Every week, Roy would cheat on his husband once or twice at David and Robert's. Sometimes the men also quickly fucked Roy in the gym's sauna. Only in the weeks when David and Robert had a Thursday club meeting did they not fucked Roy. Because they were of meds. They did tell Roy what it was about. Roy listened in amazement that some willingly take poisonous sperm in their holes. Roy's own cock stood stone-faced when David told how they had gangbanged and inseminated 25-year-old Eric at John and Michael's and most recently a 35-year-old blindfolded parish priest at William and James's. Roy stared horny at the video of Max's gangbang, where Max begged for poz loads while blindfolded. The video caused Roy to shoot sperm with no hands.

9. The twink grinned and said, “Do you wanna know my name first?” “Nope,” I replied closing the distance between us, “I just want to see what you’re packing. I should warn you though. You’re not getting sloppy seconds.” “He didn’t cum in you?” “Oh he did, but sloppy seconds implies he was the first one to fuck me today.” “And he wasn’t” “I had two big loads of cum in me before I picked up your uncle at the pool.” “Fuck! Maybe being into pigs is hereditary.” He pulled his shirt off over his head and closed the last of the distance between up. He grabbed me around the middle and kissed me deeply. His tongue pressing into my mouth as his hands explored my naked body. He wasn’t as hairless as I had guessed he would be. When he’d pulled his shirt off I’d caught a flash of dense light brown hair bursting out of his pits. He had a wide treasure trail shooting up from his shorts and covering most of his lower abdomen. In the middle of his chest grew a small oval of dense hair, and there was a swirl around each of his pink nipples. I ran my hands down his body towards my quarry, the straining bulge in the front of his running shorts. I grabbed at his crotch through the fabric just as I had done not an hour ago with this guy’s uncle. Jesus, was every guy in this family blessed with a big fucking dick? The twink’s cock was only a little narrower than Chris had been, but it was several inches longer. Along with that I felt big full balls desperate to be drained swinging beneath. He let go of my ass cheeks and pushed his shorts to the ground. “So, you like what you see?” “How can I say no to a beautiful cock like this,” and it was beautiful, erupting out from a wild tangle of unkempt light brown pubes, his shaft was long and straight with a heavy pair of veins snaking their way up each side. The head was wide and flat, the shaft a consistent meaty girth the full length. Truly, there was no way I could have said no once I’d seen that cock. I wanted it inside of me so bad. “How does it compare?” “To your uncle?” “Yeah?” “Big cocks must be genetic. His is fatter but yours is longer.” I was stroking him now, sliding my hand slowly along the length. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. The twink put his hands on the back of my head and guided his dick into my throat instinctively. I swallowed him down getting half the length down my throat in a single go. We both moaned. He twisted his fingers into my hair and I grabbed him by the hips. I slowly began to build up a rhythm using my hands to pull him deeper into my throat. Each time a pulled his crotch towards me and his dick head slid past my tonsils he groaned. His head was tossed back and his eyes closed. He wasn’t a daddy by any stretch but he did look fucking sexy with his face contorted in bliss and I sucked him. He grunted and said, “Fuck. I don’t wanna blow down your throat. Where’s your bed.” I pulled back and let his cock drop from my mouth. My chin was covered in spit, and my eyes were watering a little. I took a few deep breaths. “Follow me.” I got up off the floor and led him into the bedroom. Walking close behind me, he pushed me onto the bed as soon as we were in the room. I fell forward onto the mattress and immediately put my chest down and stuck my ass up. “Damn. That’s a pretty fucking hole. So puffy and used. There’s even a little cum dripping out of it. Fuck…” his hands were on my cheeks again. Then I felt his tongue. He buried his smooth face between my cheeks and thrust his tongue into my welcoming hole. I moaned into the bedsheets. It felt so good to have my used ass eaten out like that. It took a few seconds for me to register that this guy was eating his uncle’s load out of my hole. That thought made my cock and hole twitch. “That feel good?” “Fuck yes! You like eating your uncle’s cum out of my used ass.” “God yes. Its so fucking hot. It’s the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “Being fucked by two members of the same family back to back might be the piggiest thing I’ve ever done.” “And my dick’s not even inside you yet.” “What are you waiting for then?” “You want my dick now?” “Fuck yes pig. Stick that big raw dick in me. Fuck me with your uncle’s load.” “Fuck!” He leapt up and practically slammed his cock into me. In one move he had two thirds of the long straight shaft buried in my quivering hole. I practically screamed in shock and pleasure. Grabbing me by the hips in another move wildly reminiscent of his uncle, he pressed the rest of his cock inside me. We both let out a satisfied sigh as his narrow hips came to rest against my ass. Then he pulled back and started to fuck. The twink was obviously worked up and this wasn’t going to be some long passionate fuck. The act of finally fulfilling his fantasty had him at the edge from the start. He quickly started to pant and then suddenly pulled out. “Flip over,” he commanded. I rolled onto my back and pulled my knees up. Leaning over me he sunk his dick back into my guts. We both growned and then he started hammering again. Sweat glistened on his face and a single bead ran down his chest to get lost in the little patch of hair between his pecs. Looking up at his face as he fucked me felt odd. He was so different even than Alex that it seemed almost unreal. Yet his cock was sending bolts of electricity through me. In that moment a though crystalized in my mind: I was into daddies, I loved bears, there was nothing in the world more attractive in the world than a hairy man with a little meat on his bones; but when it came down to it I was just a cum pig and a big dick was a big dick. It felt good to let go of that block, to understand I would always go for the bear, the daddy, the furry guy first, but I would never be able to turn down a big raw cock. I felt bliss washing over me. It was like an out of body experience. It felt similar to the first time I had let Danny inside me, and when I had taken Daniel’s dick at Alex’s that first time. It was a wall breaking, a new level being reached. I felt at peace with myself and my sexuality. It felt good. The twink was ramping up again. “Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” “Yeah! Breed me!” “Oh fuck yes… shit… fucking take…” He closed his eyes tight, and his face scrunched up and he rammed his cock home one more time. I felt the pulse travel up his shaft as the first wave of his cum erupted into my well bred ass. For what seemed like a solid minute he gasped and squirmed as his dick throbbed inside me. Wave after wave of semen pumped out of his engorged cock head. It was magical. It took several minutes after his orgasm ended for his breathing to return to normal and his eyes to open again. He blinked at me as if he was coming out of a daze. Then he smiled. “Fuck, that was amazing. Your ass… and my uncle’s load… fuck… it just felt.” “How did it feel to fulfill your fantasy?” His dick was still slowly deflating in my hole. “Amazing. Are you… are you gonna see him again?” “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Possibly. If I give you my number…” “You want me to text you if he fucks me again so you can enjoy using his load as lube?” “Fuck yes!” “Hell yeah, let me get my phone.”

Keeps getting better and better

Northern Indiana—August, 2022 I was headed home after my five weeks in Indiana. Somewhere, along the way, my balls began begging for release. I veered a little west and decided to stop at the bookstore where on one side of the lobby there are booths with glory holes and on the other a cinema. I paid, pissed and went to the cinema… There are two older men in the space. I sit down on a bench that is against the waist-high wall that runs along the back. Often the action here is behind the wall, vaguely hidden. (As if you can’t tell that a man is standing there getting his cock sucked by someone out of sight.) One man is on a similar bench on the other side of the room. The other is standing, tentatively, by the curtained entrance. Neither seem eager for play of any kind. The curtains part. The light skinned Black man I have now met in two different Michigan bookstores is here. We smile—and actually chuckle a little. He sits next to me. He unzips and flops out his darker version of my dick. I know exactly what I want to do. I slip to the floor, take him in my mouth and get his cock every bit as hard as mine. It’s like a sex alarm has gone off. Four men come into the room as I suck him. Each takes his cock out and jacks as they watch us. My bud finally pulls me off him. I now sit down on the bench and let him suck me. He deliberately starts on my balls, showing off my gleaming, wet cock to the dim room. I look over at the new men. There is a short, furry guy, in his 40’s, in jeans and a denim jacket. His dick is fat and long. There is a man my age in dress pants and sports coat—right from the office. His big dick juts out, an angry red color. There is also a college aged kid, with more cock than usual. An older guy is the last addition. He is keeping his dick hidden with all the big men in the room. My bud stops sucking and gestures towards the new men, inviting them to join us. Furry guy takes him up on the offer and brings us his cock. I go to the floor next to my bud and we take turns licking and sucking him. We even have a moment of one of us on one side of his shaft, and the one on the other, moving our lips and tongues in unison along the engorged cock. He is so thick I can barely get him comfortably in my mouth. I let my bud do that, he seems to take him easily. I gesture to the big-dicked office guy. He steps towards us, but stops. I get up and go to him. His cock is extra-long, but not so thick. He has a slight downward curve that makes for easy sucking. He likes that—and fucks my face a little. I pull off him. He pulls me up. We kiss and he goes to his knees to sample mine. I notice that while I was busy on my knees, the college kid had gone over to my friend and the furry guy. The young guy is jerking his seven-incher like a mad man as he goes back and forth from one man to the other. I like how the man not being sucked is holding the boy in place on the other daddy. My bud catches my eye. He grins at me. He whispers something in Furry Guy’s ear. He nods and pulls the college kid up and all three of them join the two of us against the side wall. We change partners. I suck Furry Guy again. My angle is better now and I can take more of him. Soon we switch. Suit Coat is getting sucked by College Kid, while my bud is on all fours, his mouth replacing the College Kid’s hand. “You need to try his dick,” my bud tells College Kid. The kid looks at me and then crawls over as I stand up. He’s amazing—a true Hoover of a mouth. Furry Guy and Suit Coat stroke—while my bud plays with College Kid’s nipples. Another man joins us. He sucks all of us. I remember nothing about what he looked like, but he has the most memorable line of the day: “I have never seen so many big dicks in one place!” I am encouraged to fuck Suit Coat. I rim him first. He is hairy and hot and moist. He bends and is supported by Furry Guy. I can’t wait to sink into his ass. He takes me easily—hissing out “Fuck me hard, stud.” I do. So hard that my Bud helps steady him, too. College Kid stands up—and watches every thrust of my cock into the hairy ass. I pull out. I have gone a little too deep. I go off to wash. When I get back, my bud is nowhere to be found. Furry Guy is deep in College Kid’s mouth. I go over and find his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. I twist lightly. It’s all it takes—he groans and spews his load down College Kid’s throat. He takes off. College Kid crawls over to me and unbuttons my 501’s. He takes my freshly washed cock out—and easily get me hard again. He is jerking himself. Like a mad man. I ask if he wants me to take a turn on him. He shakes his head. He swallows me to the root—and chokes himself on purpose. It’s his trigger. He spurts all over my boots. He apologizes—after he comes back to reality. I shrug. He takes off. All my playmates are gone and the remaining men are happy doing nothing. I tour the arcade. After all the hot play I don’t want to stick my dick through a hole. I go back to the cinema. There is Furry Guy—he’s just taken a break. He is half hard, stroking himself back to life. I stand next to him. “Can I suck you some more?” “I can’t possible cum again,” he whispers back. “I just want to get off with your dick in my mouth.” He nods. I go to my knees. I am so hard just looking at his half-hard cock. I take all of it—letting him get full hard deep in my throat. It’s a wonderfully tight feeling. I finally back off and work his piss slit with my tongue. “Suck me, fucker,” he mumbles. My fist is working fast—almost as fast as the flogging College Kid gave himself. Furry Guy lays his big hand on my head. It’s just resting there—but it’s enough to make me spurt, covering the floor between his legs… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: A Bookstore Full of Big Dick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 8, 2022

I've been a dancer, off and on, at the Tin Room in Dallas and not gonna lie, I've hustled too, and I know there but for the grace of god go I. I've had a goal in mind for why I did all that and now have achieved that, and now I'm gonna leave that behind. Some of them did, but a lot didn't. It's a cautionary tale really. And I know that a lot of the guys I've worked with are somewhere on the Kinsey Scale and honestly things are complicated. I don't like to categorize people and hate being categorized. Few people are all-straight or all-gay. There's kinks and things we enjoy that shouldn't be shamed and I think David, the producer, made that point in the video. We all do things for various reasons. I think that era (2006-2011 as he states) things were really very uptight and not cool for guys who were somewhere in the middle and most were young and not comfortable where they were and honestly, society was pretty shitty in how they treated guys who didn't comply to societal norms. I feel really bad for them. I know guys like them even today. Life is tough and cruel and honestly, we need to be a lot kinder to each other.

Part 2 “Beautiful pussy,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gotta piss and it would be nice to see how fucked up you get if I filled you with my chem piss. Would you like that boy?” “Yes, please,” I said, still leaning forward for another kiss, but he pulled away and grabbed my face. He spit on my face and licked me roughly as I moaned, his other hand rubbing the shards into my hole as my body twitched from the burn. I loved how he fingered my pussy. “I didn’t tell the guys coming over you’re gonna be full of piss, but I want you to hold it in as long as you can for Daddy, alright, slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And right there on the bed, he grabbed a small funnel still greasy and stained from the last time he used it. “Lift your legs up.” With my ass completely over my body, he greased the funnel in chem lube before driving it down. He stood above me, holding the funnel in place as, slowly but surely, a dark yellow liquid trickled out of his sweaty dick and into the funnel. He pissed more than my ass could hold in at once, so a bunch of piss splashed onto my body, mixing with the oils and getting onto his bed. He didn’t care. He stopped himself and continued several times to make sure as much piss went into my hole as possible. After he was done, he held me like that there for a minute. “Hold it in, boy. Hold it in.” I clenched my ass, letting the piss drain into me and waiting for the chem piss to eventually hit me. Daddy Tony used heavily, so I knew there was tons of T in my hole right now, mixed with his dirty piss and cum. When he was sure, he slipped the funnel out and put his finger back in. He started fucking it roughly, piss splashing out even as I tried to hold it in. I moaned, my insides already feeling so full and rocked even harder by the pressure of his finger, which viciously jabbed into me like a pogo stick. His eyes were glued to my hole, pleased at the sight of his thick, wrinkled finger jamming into my perfectly smooth cunt, piss splashing out every time he suddenly ripped it out. We heard a knock on the door. Daddy Tony withdrew his finger and went to get the door. They exchanged a brief “hey” as the man walked into view, a rugged looking Latino man in maybe his 50s or 60s with a tan, leathery face. Even in the dark, I could tell he had a deep tan. He was around 6’ tall and was dressed in a polo, dark wash jeans, and loafers. He had frizzy gray hair with a busy goatee. He had a slender build overall, but I could see the veins and muscles on his arms. He took off his shades as he looked at me, unzipping his pants. I saw on his wrist what looked like an expensive watch and, unmistakenly, a wedding band. He signaled for me to turn around, and I got on all fours, aiming my leaking hole towards him. Daddy Tony crawled onto the bed, cradling my face against his drenched wife-beater, looking straight at the guest. “You party?” he asked. “No, but you guys can,” he said in a deep, unemotional voice. “He already fucked up?” “Yeah.” “Used?” “Yeah, just filled him myself,” Daddy Tony said matter-of-factly. Sometimes you don’t know how men would react, especially married guys who don’t want to be covered in filth and dipping their dicks into cum-filled holes, but the guy just licked his lips and said, “Fuck, that’s hot.” The married man kicked off his jeans and loafers and pulled off his polo. He had just a layer of white fuzz on his chest framed by a gold chain. His legs were sculpted and insanely muscular, his calves jutting out like solid rocks. I was getting so turned on; I would’ve fucked anyone Daddy Tony invited, but this john happened to be everything I loved in a man: strong, older, seedy, and married. He crawled on the bed like a predator, wincing at the cold wetness. “Why the fuck is it wet?” he asked, a little annoyed. “I pissed on the boy and inside him,” Daddy Tony said. “Hah! So he’s still got piss inside him?” “Yeah. My chem piss,” Daddy Tony said proudly. During the entire exchange, Daddy Tony never looked at me, only at the guest, whose name we never found out but we’ll refer to him as John. “Fuck, those pictures didn’t lie,” John said excitedly. “Really nasty fucking whore like you said.” He ran his cold, leathery hands over my body, his fingers thinner but more firm. “Hell, yeah. You got the cash?” “Yeah. You got change?” John reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a $20 bill from his wallet. “Only got a couple singles lying around,” Daddy Tony responded, to which John just shrugged. “You guys got anything other than T then? I’ll toss an extra 40 if you got any rock.” “I actually do,” Daddy Tony grinned. He looked down at me. I had my neck craned, just looking at John #1, who returned my eye contact and grinned. He massaged my oily sweaty body with his hands. Before Daddy Tony went to fetch the drugs, he grabbed my chin to face him, his face contorted with a sadistic anger as he spit on me roughly and licked my cheeks and nose all over. “Your only job is to please him,” he commanded. “You got that, slut?” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy.” He fetched a blackened crack pipe and filled it with rock and a lighter as I was left alone on the bed with John #1. I had yet to feel the heat of the man’s body, as he still fondled and groped me from a distance, just sliding his rough hands around my body as he sighed. “Fucking nasty boy,” John #1 whispered with pleasure. At this point, the chem piss and the G had hit me with full force, and the whole room felt distorted once again. I felt this intense heat and lust, as his hands gave me goosebumps all over. His hands felt so good, and I could feel the cold sting of his wedding band as he massaged me. Unbelievably spun, I lightly writhed as he tweaked my nipples and ran his hands down my sides and massaged my pelvis. He inched closer and pressed his body against my back, his warm dry body, rough skin, and solid muscles feeling so good against my smooth, slippery skin. I could smell his musk behind a small hint of cologne, which may have been overwhelmed by the stink of piss, sweat, and whatever else. He took a break from massaging me as Daddy Tony handed him the pipe and got back on the bed. He then grabbed the tina pipe that still had quite a bit left, pressed it to my lips, and flicked his lighter. We both watched again as the clouds slowly began to swirl, and Daddy Tony rolled the pipe as I started to inhale. He kept it up, making sure I took a massive hit. High out of my mind, I was mesmerized by the swirling clouds and focused just on getting as much as possible. When he removed the pipe, Daddy Tony leaned in for a shotgun, and thick swirls of vapor encircled us as we kissed. I could smell the distinct sour smell of the crack as John #1 blew wisps of smoke on my face. “Oh, fuckkk man,” he groaned out of pleasure. “Been a fucking while since I’ve smoked rock.” He hit the pipe again, and this time shotgun it to me as Daddy Tony took a hit of T himself. John #1 kissed passionately and had a more bony feel, his tongue more pointed than Daddy Tony’s. Just as he saw the crack smoke escape my mouth, Daddy Tony grabbed my head and shotgunned a massive hit that I struggled to take in. It was so heavy that clouds overflowed between our mouths, and I coughed out thick white puffs. “Ohhh yeah, little tweaker slut!” John #1 grinned. “Fuck, such a dirty little boy. I love a nasty little slut boy.” “I love horny daddies, especially married ones,” I whispered back. Daddy Tony grinned as John #1 chuckled and leaned in for a kiss again. He kissed me softly this time, lovingly. I could feel the white hairs of his beard and light mustache tickling me as we slurped. He ran his hands all over me, and I could feel Daddy Tony tweaking my nipples. Sandwiched between the two men, I was in heaven, with John #1’s warm naked body against mine while I rested my on Daddy Tony’s stomach. I could feel Daddy Tony’s socks rub against my legs as my small, dirty feet brushed against John’s much bigger feet. I could feel his long toenails and the bony tops of his feet. “What do you like about married men, boy?” John asked. “The boy’s married too,” Daddy Tony said with a chuckle. “Wow. How old are you?” “19,” I answered. “I married at 18.” “No fucking way,” John said in disbelief. “And does the lucky man know you’re here?” “Nope,” I said with a mischievous smirk. John licked his lips and leaned in for another kiss. I groaned, feeling an intense intimacy with the man. He kissed me the way my husband did after we got hitched. “One second,” Daddy Tony said, presumably feeling slighted at the sight. I looked over and he grabbed my face. “Open up,” he ordered. I did as told and he spat roughly into my mouth….then again, and a third time. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John whisper behind me he reached into my jockstrap and fondled my balls. His other hand tweaked my nipples as he watched Daddy Tony fill my mouth with his spit. “Now kiss him, faggot,” Daddy Tony demanded. I arched my neck back to John, who eagerly planted his lips onto mine, a combination of all of our spit speckling his mustache and dripping down our chins. “Babyyy,” the older man groaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for a young slut like you… and to know you’re married to another man. Is he an older guy?” “Yeah,” I responded. “White daddies are my favorite.” “Yeah?” he echoed with perverse sweetness as his hand slipped past my balls to my hole, one finger circling my pussy lips. “Fuck…so sloppy and smooth. A thousand times better than my wife’s pussy.” “And you can fucking wreck him and use him in ways I bet you can’t with your wife,” Daddy Tony said, and the two men shared a fraternal smile. “You can fuck him however you want. Degrade him and hurt him.” I looked at Daddy Tony hungrily as he said that, and he smiled back at me before grabbing me and shoving me on his soft dick. It was completely limp, especially after one nut and all the drugs, but it was so wet and sticky from sweat and cum. I basked in the stench of his pubes, pulling back to spit on his cock before putting his cock in my mouth and slurping again. I relished his intoxicating manstink as I slurped his dick affectionately. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard John say behind me as he inserted a finger into my hole. A good amount of chem piss came out with his finger, continuing to drip down my leg, staining the sheets below. The strong smell of stale chem piss wafted through his room, mixing with all the other odors. The piss startled him, but he re-inserted his finger, moving it around as he felt all the warm liquid inside. “He’s got my piss, cum, chem lube, and a couple booty bumps up there,” Daddy Tony said proudly. “You sure you’re not worried about your wife smelling you at home?” “Hah! Fuck that bitch,” John spat, suddenly fingering me more aggressively. “She spends my money and isn’t even worth a fuck anymore. Our sons are already in their 30s and I crash there if I need to.” Daddy Tony’s dick slipped out of my mouth in surprise. “Wow, older than me,” I said. “Oh yeah, boy,” John laughed as he licked his lips at the piss splashing out of my hole as he jammed a second finger in and started roughly fucking me. I began moaning loudly at the sudden intrusion, unable to hold onto the chem piss. “Shut the FUCK up,” Daddy Tony snarled, grabbing my hair and shoving my face back onto his dick. “Suck my dick, you stupid fucking slut!” “Bet the fucking faggot would wanna fuck my boys too,” John laughed. “You see how excited he looked? Fuck, I’d disown my boys if they were little tweaker faggots like him. Fucking filled with piss and taking raw cock from men my age? I bet your parents would do the same, if they haven’t already, huh boy?” As he spoke, I felt his dick line up against my hole. “Fuck, yeah,” Daddy purred, putting the poppers underneath my nose again. “Look at me, bitch!” I gazed up at him, his cock still in my dick as he squeezed the bottle of poppers under my nose and didn’t remove it even after 3-4 inhales from one nostril. My whole body loosened, and I was hit with an insatiable need for cock. I wasn’t done, though. Daddy Tony moved to the other nostril and made me huff until I couldn’t even say my name, barely even noticing as John’s long dick, already erect, poked at my sloppy, dripping, piss-stained cunt. His dick was much longer, maybe over 9” but thinner and solid like a straight rod. He slid in, his head popping in with barely any resistance. It felt amazing; it had been hours since I had Daddy Tony’s cock, and I had been desperate for this feeling. Meanwhile, Daddy Tony’s cock started growing in my mouth as he looked hungrily at the sight of John pushing into me. John pressed my head down on Tony’s dick as he shoved in with one swift motion, eliciting a muffled yelp. “Careful with the fucking teeth, faggot!” Daddy Tony barked, spitting on my face. I tried my best to gape my throat and to stay still while John’s long pole slammed in to the hilt, hitting so deep that I felt an intense ache, especially with the pressure of all the cum and piss already inside me. “FUCKING GOOD pussy,” John roared. “I could get addicted to that ass!” I continued to moan through Daddy Tony’s dick as he began fucking me viciously. I felt it even in my belly button, and I could feel even more piss flooding out of my hole as he rammed in without abandon, his balls slapping loudly against my ass cheeks. The bread creaked so hard it felt like it might break underneath us. I was in heaven, spun out of my mind and swimming in Daddy Tony’s musk as his dick hardened and started hitting the back of my throat while John rammed me from behind savagely. “You like that, whore? Suck my fucking dick!” Daddy Tony yelled. “Nasty little homewrecker. Feels so fucking good watching you suck my cock while you make me money with that filthy used up cunt.” I looked at him helplessly as he pulled me off his cock and slapped me with as much force as he could. “Fuck, yeah!” John grunted excitedly from behind. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back while he spanked me as hard as he could. “Smack the fucking whore again. Harder this time!” Daddy Tony grinned at the sight of my face, dripping with sweat that began mixing with all the spit, held in place by John just waiting to be slapped. He raised his hand and smacked me as hard as he could, almost sending my head flying out of John’s hand. Totally disoriented, I could see stars, but before I could recover, Daddy Tony slapped me again with just as much force, followed by a quick one. Almost immediately John grabbed me by the throat with his other hand, choking me while Daddy Tony spat in my mouth before standing up and shoving his dick into my throat. He jammed his now hard dick into my throat until I gagged, completely out of breath, snot and spittle flying everywhere. He pulled out, giving me a second to breathe before jamming it back in. The harder I gagged, the harder John pounded, now sliding back in and ramming back in as hard as he can. At this point, there was another knock on the door. Daddy Tony pulled out of my mouth and went to open the door. I couldn’t see who was behind me, but a gruff voice said, “Hey. Here.” There was the exchange of cash and I could hear clothes falling to the floor. “Fucking hot, man,” the guy groaned, rubbing his dick as he watched from the corner of the room. I turned around to see a 6’5” heavy-set man who looked to be in his late 30s with wild curly hair under a black beanie and a disheveled light beard. He was dressed in a plain black T and had a sleeve down his right arm and a tattoo of a cross on his right temple. He wore faded baggy jeans that he unzipped to reveal a 7” uncut cock. He wore no underwear underneath. He kicked off his shoes and stood there in his dirty white socks. John only briefly looked to acknowledge his presence without stopping his onslaught. Walking into the sight of me getting rammed as hard as possible on a filthy piss-stained bed and immediately being exposed to the loud sound of moans and brutal fucking seemed to turn the man on even more. Once again, we never learned his name, so we’ll refer to him as David. “Fuck that slut,” David encouraged from the side of the room as Daddy Tony walked around to the bed and repacked drugs for the group. At this point, John had roped me into a sloppy kiss as he pounded me, whispering to me in between breaths. “Do you love me, baby?” he whispered between breaths. “I love you too, Daddy,” I moaned softly, now fully in the rhythm of John’s rampant thrusts. At this point, David moved over to tweak my nipples while Daddy Tony sat in a seat at his desk filling the pipe, completely unmoved by the fucking. Perhaps motivated by the voyeur, John grabbed my throat, spit on my nose and mouth, and licked it off. Then, for the first time, he raised his left hand, the one still wearing his wedding ring, and slapped me hard across the face while he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. I yelped as the other men cheered in encouragement. “Yeah, baby? You still love me, baby?” John whispered. “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned through his fingers. “Yeah? Fucking faggot. Daddy loves violating your worthless cunt. I love cheating on my wife with young pussy but young hot babes won’t put out for an older married man like me. But a nasty little faggot like you is just what I need.” With that, he spanked me hard and looked up at the trucker. "You want him to suck your dick?” “Yeah. Get me hard,” David grunted, sliding his soft filthy dick in my mouth. I felt Daddy Tony loom over me, pulling me off David’s dick after a minute or so just to feed me another big shotgun. Then, poppers again and a dose of maximum impact before being shoved back onto David’s thick uncut cock. The men wasted no time while I was freshly fucked up, with David, who was already getting hard fast, fucking my face mercilessly right away. I gagged loudly as he did, my face leaking from how hard he was using my throat. Only when I almost threw up did he pull me off, with Daddy Tony ready to feed me another big hit. “Fuck, that’s hot,” David groaned. “Look at him all fucked up. How’s that tina taste, boy?” Before I could respond, he rammed his cock down my throat again. Vapor still leaked out of my mouth as he rammed into my mouth, and Daddy Tony laughed. “I gotta piss again. Can I borrow his mouth?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, you gonna piss down his throat?” David asked, excited. “Fucking nasty.” He pulled his dick out and John held my head back as Daddy Tony leaned over, put his now soft dick in my mouth, and unloaded. I guzzled as fast as I could, with piss still dripping down my chin and over the bed as he flooded my mouth faster than I could swallow. His piss was unbelievably bitter and had the distinct metallic tang of chem piss. My stomach churned as he pumped his piss into me, but I got turned on as fuck knowing that it would get me even more high. “Fucking NASTY!” David repeated with excitement. After Daddy Tony was done pissing, I started slurping his dick, and he groaned with pleasure. At this point, the whole bed was soaked with puddles upon puddles of piss. “Disgusting fucking whore,” John grunted. “I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill that cunt with my 4-day load. You want that cum, baby?” I gurgled in response, still slurping Daddy Tony’s dick as John mounted me even higher, ripping me as hard as he can as I felt his dick get even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible. He rammed me at a different angle, and I had to drop Daddy Tony’s dick out of my mouth to yelp. “TAKE MY FUCKING SEED, STUPID WHORE!” he roared as he busted in me, and I felt the slightest tinge of warm liquid inside. My whole was completely warm and slippery from his cum when he pulled out, a few drops leaking out. I could tell it was an enormous load. After heaving a few heavy sights from exhaustion, John kissed me deeply while the other two watched on and his dick softened and slipped out. “Thanks for the pussy. Such a good boy,” he whispered affectionately before pushing himself off. “If I had the energy and the time, I’d fuck you again.” “Please… please don’t leave, daddy,” I moaned, earning another kiss from John. “Daddy’s gotta go home to his wife, but he’ll think about destroying your pussy all night, baby.” And with that, he pulled on his clothes and left without even rinsing himself off. As he did, Daddy Tony grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off the bed, enraged. “The fuck was that, boy? You tell another man you love him while I’m right there? Did you forget I’m the one renting you out and giving you drugs, boy?” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I yelped. “Fuck you, slut,” he snarled, spitting on my again before dragging me into the bathroom and throwing me on the floor. His bathroom was small and cramped and was a wreck, with debris everywhere and yellow and brown bathtub. The place looked like a gas station bathroom with a shower. He slapped a towel on the cold linoleum and dragged me on top. David lingered by the door, and Daddy Tony encouraged him to come in. The three of us were cramped in the little dingy bathroom, but it was enough to fuck. “Lay on your back,” he ordered. “Spread your legs and show him your sloppy hole.” I did as ordered, spreading my legs as wide as I can as I laid on the floor. As I did so, Daddy Tony stepped on my face, forcing his piss-soaked dirty black sock in my nose and mouth. I moaned helplessly as he pulled my legs even further apart. David jerked at the doorway, staring at the scene with straight lust. I could only see Daddy Tony’s legs tower over me and a glimpse of his maddened look, his gray beard coated with drying globs of his spit. “You’re just a breeding hole for men,” He said, rubbing his foot into my face. “The only love you’re gonna get from a real man is being used, abused, and degraded for our pleasure, and your job is to love and worship me and any man I rent you out to. But you also deserve to be punished for it, you got me, whore?” “Look at him,” David sneered. “Fucking whore dripping on the bathroom floor. This is what I fucking need.” He crawled in between my legs, and I felt him spit on his cock before sliding his cock in my hole. It was much thicker than John’s, about 7”. I moaned in ecstasy, my hole feeling so empty after the last fuck. “Mmmph!” I tried to scream as David rammed into me without mercy. I could feel his denim rubbing against my hips as cock tore through me, reminding me of how wet and cummy my hole was. He fucked me rough while he choked me, making me cough and gag as I struggled for air. Daddy Tony removed his foot and squatted down shoving his ass into my mouth. “Lick it, whore,” he demanded, and I slurped his rank, hairy ass as hard as I could while trying to ignore the pressure around my neck. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” “Yeah, lick that ass, whore. That’s all you’re good for,” David said excitedly, pumping into me hard. He rammed into me, excited by the sight of me suffocating on Tony’s ass and his unbridled enjoyment of it. Finally, Tony shifted back, moving my head onto his lap, propping me up by my shoulders so I could face David clearly while he perused grindr. Before he was even situated, David eagerly shoved 3 fingers down my throat, gagging me as he impaled me. “I’m gonna hurt you, bitch,” he growled as I looked at him with bulging eyes and dilated pupils, my face covered like a post-bukkake scene from all the spit that dripped everywhere as I licked Daddy Tony’s ass. With that, both of them spit on me at the same time. Right as the spit landed, I felt David’s other hand slap me roughly as he shoved his cock in me. “Fucking pussy’s so wet. Feels so fucking good,” he growled, slapping me again. “And even after all that, it’s tighter than I thought. Fuck! I’m about to cum!” He turned me over on my side, raising my leg as he drilled into me. Unceremoniously, he busted inside me. Breathing heavily, he looked at me, exhausted. He slapped me one more time gently before getting up, zipping his pants, and leaving without a word. “Leave the door unlocked!” Daddy Tony called. “There’s a guy in the lobby waiting to come up.” It was unusual for Daddy Tony to leave the door unlocked, but I'd soon find out why. Now with 3 loads in my hole, Daddy Tony pulled me over him and slid his hard dick, smaller than the others, easily into my used hole. Before long, we heard a knock, and Daddy Tony yelled, “Come into the bathroom!”

While living in Chicago, opportunities for kinky opportunities ran rampant. Especially in the Roger's Park area. I was horned up after an especially stressful day at work. I hopped online, pulled up BBRT, and looked at the day's selection. There was a very handsome, lithe black top man looking to breed a hairy slut bottom. To top things off, he stated he was super dom and wanted a bottom to just shut up and not ask questions. He wasn't into partying, but didn't care if bottoms pre-Tripped. I messaged him a shot of my hairy arched back and fuck hole. He responded right away with an address. He asked me a question. "Do you mind that I'm deaf and mute?" "No. Why would I?" "Good. I want you to come to my place, but don't come in. Wait by the downstairs at the bike rack. Be pre-lubed or you'll take it dry, and I can't have my roommates or neighbors asking questions. Once you show up, you consent to do as instructed without any hassle. No fucking noise." "Hot." I was nervous as I took the 22 to his neighborhood. I stepped into a coffee shop, and ordered an Italian Soda. I walked into the bathroom, tied off, slammed myself .4, coughed, rode the rush, and poured out most of the Italian soda. I pulled another syringe out, and emptied the G into the remainder of the drink, and knocked it back. Losing any nervousness I had, I walked the few blocks to his building and waited by the bike rack of his old apartment building, which was also nearby the basement entrance. He emerged from the basement door. He motioned me to follow him. He was a little more muscular in person, and definitely had the air someone who was very dom. I followed him into the basement which stored more bikes, maintenance supplies, and laundry machines. He opened up a dark room that was used for storage, and had a mattress on the floor. It had definitely seen some action before. He motioned for me to come toward him. I went to suck his d*** and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me onto the the mattress. He positioned himself behind me, and reached into a bag he had placed beside it. He took out a ball bag which he promptly strapped to my head so I couldn't make much noise. He then put a blindfold on me and pulled it very tight. I could still see a little light out of the mask edges so it became obvious when he turned off the room's light and I heard the door shut. He shoved in with no mercy, and fucked me doggie styles so fucking roughly that I thought he was going to tear my hole. In five seconds he obliterated my second sphinctre. Even with the chemical help, I was trying to scream, so it's was fortunate for him that he had me gagged. I didn't care I was really turned on. He pulled my hair. He choked me. He made little punches in my back with his fists while keeping his fuck rhythm. It seemed like he was fucking me forever when he put me in a choke hold and choked me out. When I came too, I was still being fucked but on my back this time. I was still being f***** hard but somehow I felt fuller and it was just different. He was biting my nipples and slapping in my face. Out of nowhere he said, "Are you ready for my dirty load?" Confused but turned on I just groaned. He pulled my waist up higher so he could force fuck me and just drill me. I couldn't breathe and I thought I was gonna pass out again. And then he just grunted and pushed in me and held his giant cock so far inside my guts that I thought I was going to rupture. Then the blindfold was taken off and it was so dark I still couldn't see anything. And again he spoke, "Okay i'm gonna take the gag off now, if you say anything i'm going to lay you out." I heard him zip up the gear bag, and the light clicked on. Between the drugs and the bright light I couldn't get my eyes to focus. " I thought you couldn't talk." " Yeah. That's my roommate. Now get your clothes on and get out of here you fucking tweaked out slut." When I could see again, before me was a very muscular, hairy Middle Eastern wolfdaddy. He had put on a jock that contained a monster. I felt loose and cum was leaking, and something else I couldn't figure out. The top look at me desdainfully as he waited for me to leave. He looked impatient as I took too long to stand up and put on my clothes. I thought he was gonna shove me out the door. As he forcefully shut the door he said "Check your pockets faggot." In my pocket I found a folded piece of paper. In the note, the black top left his phone number, and a message that said, " Your pig cunt felt so good. I hope you don't mind that I put my fist up there for a while too." My only regret was a long bus ride home, because I needed to cum so bad.

I'm back (kinda). I had a stroke 3 1/2 weeks ago. Sadly, a quick recovery isn't really an option, but I will recover - slowly. I'm trying to learn to use a one-handed keyboard in the meantime, but everything is SLOW... I'll try to at least look into chat this week. But rehab/recovery comes first.

I shave my hole when I'm going to get fucked. I'm not overly hairy as it is. Shave my chest, balls and legs daily, hole when I'm going to get some.

I came of age in the mid to late 80's. The AIDS scare was in high gear and all people my age heard about were condoms, condoms, condoms. Being the compliant sheep I was, I mostly followed along. Whether fucking men or women, there was always a condom involved for intercourse. Oral sex, not so much or ever. When I was still twinkish, there was $$$ to be made by letting older men fuck me raw, but I turned it down even though I was really scrounging for money. That was probably for the best as I was in Milwaukee at the same time as and hanging around or near the places that Dahmer was known to prowl. In my mid-20s, I freaked the first time a hookup wanted me to fuck him raw and used a condom instead. Over time, I loosened up and let certain regulars or semi-regulars fuck me raw and shoot in me if I was reasonably confident of their status. I would fuck other men raw if they seemed not to be festering with disease. What changed was a better understanding by me of the risks involved at that time and my acceptance of them. After hitting my mid-30s, pretty much all limitations got lifted and you can see the results in my screenname.

Needs to be more videos where the guys discuss fucking with a condom and one convinces the other to go bare. That extra dominance/persuasion to get them to bareback. It's in some amateur stuff it's so hot to hear even if it is fake (since they all want it bare anyway).

I don’t bottom often (I’m a vers top), but when I do, I use a method that is kind of gross but it works like a charm every time. The gross part of it is that you have to chug a liter of salted water (1 tbsp of sea salt in 1 liter of water). Chug it down and wait 30-45 mins… you will have to go to the bathroom and EVERYTHING comes out. May take a few trips to the toilet to get it all out. When the urges to go subside, I take down one more liter of salted water and again, wait the 30-45 mins and now everything for sure will be out. I still hop on the shower hose for a couple of rinses just to be sure but at that point, anything that comes out will be clear water, even when getting the water up there deep. You’ll be spotlessly clean all night with no mishaps.

I signed on to BBRT. Two messages - one the usual advert for a party and the second from Twinkhole69. This looked interesting. As a beefy bear I know the twinks love a proper man to ride em. His profile said "my status - not sure". Your status "no preference". He was a slim blonde twink aged 23 and his profile said he loved to ride cock. Perfect! The message said "hey, wanna use me sir and give me your load". I replied "sure - I need some meat - wanna know my status?". He was still online and replied "not yet sir, here's my address..." It was nearby so I told him to be ready in 20 mins and headed round. It was in a block of flats so I buzzed his number and he said - "cum in, doors open". I climbed the stairs and walked straight into his flat closing the door behind me. One room was half dark with the room open and I walked in shutting it behind me. I felt his beautiful skinny ass starting to finger it - at this he sniffed from his poppers. I asked if he wanted to know my status "he said - not yet". I replied "such a slut aren't you?". His answer was very honest "yes, I take a lot of loads - raw every Saturday and Sunday but last test was neg. Honestly mate I could have anything - I should be open - like my hole - would understand if you don't want to go further". My cock had got rock solid at this news and I said "sniff lad". He did and I pushed my rock hard cock into his pre-lubed hole. "That answer your question?" I asked. He said "yes sir, 100%". I commanded him to "sniff again" and as he did I whispered "want my poz cock?" into his ear and he shouted "yes sir, make tonight the night, breed me". I said to him I would, I'd pound his slut hole and get him pregnant. "I'm fucking every load you've ever had into your hole right now and making it take - making it worthwhile." I asked if it was just lube he'd used as his hole was feeling amazing. He replied "no, you're the second guy to cum in me today". He begged me to fuck the cum into his hole deeper and harder. The thought of this twink coating my cock in his sex was too much and my balls tensed up and he felt it and screamed "poz me daddy" and I did squirting load after load into his dirty cumhole. He snuggled into my big hairy chest and feel asleep. I knew I could have a lot more fun with this lad...

But did these guys poz their unsuspecting wives? It’s one thing to risk your own health, but to put another unsuspecting person at risk. I have no respect for such a person. My first partner assured me he wanted a monogamous relationship, but it turned out he was lying and fucking around behind my back. He got HIV, and I kicked his skank ass out. Not because he was HIV-positive, but because he’d lied to me but because he willfully put my health at risk too.

I agree with this entire post, but THIS segment really spoke to me. For me, having my hole "wrecked" means it has been claimed by another mans cock so well that it gapes open for him after he is done using me. That my fuckhole has brrn transformed into a kunt. And in that moment, I know my kunt belongs to him. (FYI : I'm using a "k" in spelling kunt to differentiate/masculinze the term.)

I'm down with that "loose hole" situation, oink!🐷

My bf and I have a rule that we only play together. he loves seeing me take some strangers cum and i love seeing him take a cock and cum especially if he dumps his load into me after he's got cum dripping out. we go to the baths together and its always fun