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My town always holds its 4th of July fireworks on July 3rd to avoid competing with several nearby cities and towns that hold their displays on the 4th. The fireworks are set off from a barge in the middle of the river, a good distance from land and anything flammable. There's a perfect spot at the top of a hill where a parking lot overlooks the river. People arrive hours early and back their trucks and SUVs into the spaces so they can tailgate while they watch the festivities. Being single, I was there at the invitation of some friends who like to include me in their family outings. Knowing the popularity of this lot, the town places a few port-a-johns along one side to give people a place to relieve themselves. About a half-hour before the show started (and after three beers), I felt the need, so I excused myself from my friends and headed in that direction. I was waiting my turn in line when two guys walked past. One appeared to be around my age, tall and slender with a goatee, while the other looked a decade younger. He had a stouter, more solid build and was bald, also with a goatee. Both were shirtless in the humid night air. As they approached I spied a scorpion tattoo on the older one's lower abdomen, which made me curious. I perhaps stared too long because he noticed me, and greeted me with a smile. "Hey, waiting to go?" I nodded silently, embarrassed that he had caught me looking. He motioned to the younger one. In a low voice so no one in line would overhear, he said, "I have a toilet right here if you'd rather use it." His directness took me by complete surprise. Now, I am an insatiable sex fiend and love all aspects of pleasure. I had been introduced to pig play at an early age by an older man I met and played with throughout college, and loved to listen as a guy struggled to swallow my stream, then to feel his lips and tongue working to extract his creamy reward for a job well done. It had been ages since I had played in this kind of scene, and I was so instantly turned on that I finally found the words: "Lead the way!" The two grinned and led me to a glade of trees behind the outhouses. Glancing about furtively, we made sure no one was watching as we disappeared into the dark. About thirty feet in, they stopped and the younger one dropped to his knees. Without saying a word, I unzipped my pants and he took my cock deep into his throat. I was stiffening up and it required all my concentration to get things going. As I did, the older guy caressed my ass. As his partner choked and gagged and tried not to spill anything I was feeding him, he spit on his finger and slid it gracefully into my asshole. "I'm not cleaned out," I cautioned him. I was, after all, simply out to see some fireworks with friends. He shrugged in response. "I don't care." He worked his finger all the way in, then slid it out again, fucking my hole. It felt amazing, and my hole relaxed to accommodate him. Feeling my pucker loosen, he withdrew his finger, spit again, and slid two inside me as my bladder finally emptied and younger partner stood. "You bottom raw?" the older guy asked. I momentarily considered his tattoo. He knew I had seen it, and I assumed he had guessed that I knew its meaning. He was poz, and in all likelihood not on medication. Then his partner dropped his pants in front of me to reveal a thick, veiny eight-inch cock. A drop of precum on the tip glistened in the moonlight. I felt the lust rise within me. I had to have it! I threw caution to the wind. I had taken literally hundreds of cocks in my lifetime and had never converted, but deep down I always knew it was only a matter of time. It seemed to me that this might just be the time. "Fuck yes," I replied, and bent over at the waist to make myself more available. He took the hint and dropped to his knees behind me, spitting and licking and driving his tongue into my hole to get it ready. His partner, meanwhile, grabbed the back of my head and shoved his massive cock in my face. As I opened my mouth, I spotted a small biohazard tattoo on his shaved pubic area. Lost in lust, I engulfed his entire cock with my mouth, letting it slide down my throat until I could tickle his balls with my tongue. He began rhythmically fucking my throat as his partner stood up. I heard him spit into his hand, then felt a pressure on my sphincter. He had lubed it well; it opened to accommodate him without complaint. He wasn't as girthy as the younger guy, and he easily slid in to the hilt. In my wildest fantasies I could never have imagined getting spit-roasted by two guys I had just met - and poz guys at that! And at a fireworks display? Yet there I was, in the woods with not one but two guys having their way with me. The older guy had grabbed my hips and began pounding hard. "I'm gonna flood that hole with toxic cum," he stated matter-of-factly. "You ready to get knocked up?" I struggled to nod my head in the affirmative with an eight-inch cock buried in my throat. I gurgled a response that I hoped sounded like a 'yes'. That was enough. His hips bucked and shook, and I felt him unleashing his load deep inside me. "Gaaaaa," was all he could manage. He paused briefly to catch his breath before slipping out of my ass. "Come here," he ordered his partner. "Clean me off." The younger guy did as he was told, sucking his partner's cock as though he was a Hoover vacuum. In no time he had erased all evidence that the older guy's cock had been in my hole. Then he stood and turned in my direction. "My turn," he said with a grin. "And my viral load is even higher than his." My breath momentarily caught in my chest at the comment. For a second I felt the urge to pull up my pants and get out of there while I still only had one poz load inside me. Before I could move, however, he had grabbed me by the hips and positioned the tip of that massive cock at my now-gaping hole. Then, without adding any more spit to ease his entry, he rammed his entire length into me with one thrust. I yelped at the sudden invasion and attempted to step away from the assault, but the force of his thrust had knocked me off balance and I fell to the ground. He fell, too, his huge venomous snake still deep inside me. Without losing a beat he began relentlessly pounding me. My poor asshole spasmed around his massive shaft as he rammed it balls-deep over and over. "Damn," said the older guy, who was now dressed and watching his partner destroying my hole. "I think I see some blood. You're definitely getting pregnant!" How he could tell if I was bleeding was beyond me, but given the intensity of his partner's fucking it was probably a safe bet. "This ass is amazing," grunted the younger guy. "I'm gonna cum soon." I gritted my teeth. Never before had I experienced a fuck this rough. My hole had always been able to relax and acclimate to the cock, no matter the size. Not this time. At last he reached climax. The ordeal was almost over. He didn't make a sound, just went rigid on top of me. I could feel the telltale pulses as he shot his toxic load into my guts. As the pulses subsided his body relaxed, and he let out a sigh. "I probably made a mess," he said with a chuckle. "Let me clean you up." He slipped out of my abused asshole and slid down my body until his face was level with my ass. He licked gently, cleaning my sore pucker so I could return to my friends. "There," he pronounced. "All clean." He stood and dressed, and the two of them quickly disappeared in the direction of the parking lot. I struggled to stand and, once on my feet, had to steady myself against a tree for a moment before I could pull up my pants. My chest and the front of my legs were covered in leaves and other debris from the ground. I brushed it off as best I could, then made my way back to the parking lot just as the first of the fireworks exploded in the sky overhead. Gingerly, I walked back to where my friends were waiting. They were so fixated on the show that I wasn't sure if they noticed I had returned, and even once they did no one ever remarked on my extended absence. Too sore to sit, I stood and watched the rest of the fireworks display. More than once I felt the cum dripping from my still-gaping hole and found myself hoping that it wasn't leaving a telltale mark on the back of my pants. But I made it through, and they dropped me off shortly after the show ended. Once inside my place I flopped on my bed, still dressed, and fell asleep with at least some of their toxic cum still brewing deep in my ass.

Jake has been a fairly regular FWB of mine for years. We used to hook up a few times a week. He's a sweet guy, a little chunky about 5'10 and mid 30s. He's mostly a bottom, in fact I think I'm the only guy he has ever topped and that was a sporadic moment after I filled his cunt with cum he stood up, kissed me and realized I had a butt plug in while fucking him. Like a wild animal he spun me around pushed me down, pulled out the plug and came inside me 3 times in about 5 minutes of furious fucking. Fast forward a decade or so and I saw him walking down the road near his parents house. I stopped and asked him what's new and if he was busy for the next half hour.. he claimed in my truck and we found an out of the way spot in the woods. After blowing me for a while he sat up and apologized but said he had a boyfriend and even though he should return the favor, he didn't want to cheat on Jim. I told him not to worry, with that he resumed sucking my 8 inch cock, eventually taking my hot cum down his throat. As we were driving back he opened up that he was pissed at his man and didn't know what to do about it. I nodded my head and said, I understood. In my mind however I was scheming a plan. After stopping again and making out for a while I convinced him to come to my place for the night. He said sure and reached over and undid my jeans reaching in and massaging my cock. We barely had the door closed at my place before I had his pants down and my finger in his ass ( this always makes him moan and more or less turns him into a slutty pile of putty). I led him to my room where I stripped him and started sucking and biting his nipples. He moaned some more and whispered into.my ear that he couldn't take it anymore and need my cum inside him.i bent him over and slowly entered him as I hit bottom, I began picking up the pace until he was moaning like a woman. I stopped and pushed him down onto his stomach and pulled him to his side, entering him again and began to slowly fucknhim while kissing and biting his earlobes. I whispered to him in between nibbles that I had the perfect plan to get back at his Boyfriend, that he needed to call him and tell him that he needed to know how bad he was hurt that he wanted a three way to make up for it. Admittedly, I wasn't sure this would work but I slyly grinned when I heard his boyfriend agree. Jake told him he would pick the guy and be there in 40 minutes. After hanging up he looked at me and begged me to cum inside him. At that point I was so excited I only lasted about 3 minutes before firing 5 or 6 thick ropes of cum into his neg hole. Walking into Jake's boyfrien'd's house incase a bit taken back. His boyfriend was a tall mildly chunky, yet feminine Asian guy names Kai. I introduced myself to him as a former fwb of Jake's. Jake told him he knew I liked threesomes and called me up to see if I was free. Kai fixed us drinks and the conversation turned to sex. Kai told me that while he liked topping Jake he enjoyed taking cock too and that was what prompted the cheating. The entire moment was so sweet is was sick, and I decided it was time for me to have my own fun. I told them they should kiss and make up, while they stood their making out I dropped to.my knees and freed Kai's 7 inch thick cut cock and began giving him the blowjob of his life. After a few minutes alternating between both of their dicks Jake suggested we go to the bedroom. I followed them in and we all began stripping as we walked into the room. I told Kai I wanted to watch him fuck his lover and cum inside him. Jake got on all fours and Kai lined up behind him and sank his cock into him in one smooth motion commenting to Jake how hot it was that he showed up already lubed up. I didn't bother telling him that it wasn't lube but my very virile poz cum swimming in his boyfriends guts....no use spoiling the surprise yet. I watched them fuck and took turns kissing both of them and feeding my dick to Jake when Kai tensed up planted himself inside Jake as far as he could and let out a scream, Jake immediately replied with a yes baby give me your cum. Kai pulled out and I immediately dropped to clean his cock off. After a minute or two of slowly locking his cock clean I quickly placed him into a cage around his cock and pinched the lock shut. He looked down at me and coyly said, I like kink. I made him watch as I handcuffed Jake to the bed on his back and secured a ball gag in his mouth, finishing my work by placing a large butt plug in his ass. Kissing Kai I told him that if he really wanted to make up for cheating he spend some time pleasuring his lover, I could see Kai's cock try to strain against the cage as he leaned over at my suggestion and started locking Jake's duck. I took the bottle of lube and squirted a good amount on my hand and began to work it into Kai's tight hole...and I do mean tight. I lined my hard disk up with his tight little pucker and slammed in without being gentle at all a painful.moan escaped Kai's lips followed by that hurt baby. I responded by pulling out and slamming back in before settling into a rhythm of deep strokes into his cunt. After a few minutes I heard the tell tale sign of a man Cumming and watched as Jake grabbed Kai's head and forcefully pulled it down on his cock while emptying his nuts down his lovers throat. After swallowing Kai leaned up, panting looking back at me telling me how much he loved being used. I asked him if he was open to more kink, to which he simply whimpered. Please daddy. I stopped and placed them both on their hands and knees side by side and secured them with ropes from their hands leading under the bed and then tied around each of their ankles, essentially immobilizing them while leaving their legs spread enough for me to gain entry to their slippery cunts.i slowly entered Kai once again while reaching over to play with the plug in Jake's ass, asking him if he could feel all the cum inside him. All he couldmanage was to moan yes. I then Told Kai that he needed to be punished for cheating on such a sweet guy as Jake he purred saying yes daddy punish me with your cock, then looked at Jake and told him how sorry he was that he loved him but needed cock in his ass too. I cut Jake's reply off and said well Kai since I've had Jake several times why don' I load your tight ass as we can all be a big happy family and you can have cock whenever you want it..but I get the both of you when I want as well. Kai looked at Jake and and nodded his head yes in as I pounded into him. I picked up.my pace and said Kai, I'm going to get you pregnant now...I already knocked your boyfriend up earlier. This sent him into a frenzy. Yelling please daddy, treat me like a bitch and knock me up. I slammed all the way into him and groaned as I unloaded another load of toxic jizz into an unsuspecting hole. As I sat back I pulled the plug from Jake's used cunt and inserted it into Kai. Then I walked to the front of them and had them both look at me. I told them they belonged to me forever now, to do with as I wish. I told Kai how Within minutes of Jake calling him about the threesome I was dumping a load of cum into his lover's tight ass. Then I lifted Jake's chin with my fingers and told him to kiss his lover he did so then looked at me. I told Jake that I was poz, and not on meds, that while I was sure I had gotten him pregnant earlier that day, using that moment to look at and smile at Kai letting the statement fully sink into him, that by the time.our night was over their would be no question of either of them being poz. I walked put of the room, returning a few minutes later with a toothbrush. I looked at both of them, and explained how I was going to use the brush as an abrasive to cause little cuts in their anus to make sure my next loads absorbed into their blood stream. I told Kai I was going to start with him since his infidelity had set this whole ball rolling I placed a ball gag in Kai's mouth and the began scouting the inside of his ass with the toothbrush.. once I saw that it the brush was coming out bloody I whispered in his ear that atheist he knew he got his boyfriends last neg. Load. I grabbed his hips and slid my cock into listening to him try and scream through the ball. I looked at Jake and the tears streaming down his cheek, and then at his hard cock already dripping pre cum..

I got at least 7 loads in my hole in Palm Springs today, which probably ties my record, it was interesting sitting watching the fireworks show with cum dripping out of my hole.. The last 2 guys to fuck me down in the river channel, after the fireworks show tonight couldn't even get fully hard. Oth of them commented on how loose and sloppy my hole was. I also fucked and added my load to 4 deliciously sloppy holes today, the 2nd time guy I bred had cum literally pouring out, so after a small taste I pushed most of it back in and replaced what I ate.

As Brock was herded back up the stairs by the cashier, he noticed the cold of the wet patch covering most of his left thigh from where his own copious precum had saturated his jeans. At the top of the stairs, Brock expected to be taken back to the register, or maybe worst case he'd be kicked out, so he was surprised when he was escorted to a room in the back. It appeared to be an office of some kind. The beat up desk took up most of the room. A heavy black curtain covered the wall behind the desk. On the wall opposite the curtain was the only thing that looked like it was bought this decade: a massive flat screen TV that looked brand new. "Have a seat." The cashier commanded. Brock immediately dropped into one of the mismatched chairs. "Look, I'll leave. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to go down there. It's my first time...," he blabbered. He was nervous. Who could blame him. From somewhere nearby, Brock heard a creak like a door hinge and the shuffling of feet. "Fuck! Stay here." The man barked and quickly exited the room. As soon as he was out of the door, Brock shot up out of his chair and started pacing around the room. He assessed his situation quickly and decided to make a break for it and get out of there. As he passed the desk, he saw the remote to the TV and another DVD case. The paper insert read "090305 'Zeke' 22," this time in blue sharpie. Brock stopped in his tracks as though he'd run into a brick wall of curiosity. Mixed with libido. He was still mostly hard despite the terror of the ordeal. And Zeke and Dale were fucking hot. Any chance to see more of them, he would take. He listened very intently to see if the cashier was coming back. He heard only silence. Before he thought more about it, he snatched up the remote, turned the TV on and hit play. The timestamp in the corner was 09/03/2005. Yesterday. Brock understood the first numbers on the handwritten cases. The room on screen was the same as the film dowstairs but the futon was nowhere to be seen. Brock recognized both people on screen. On what looked like a medical exam table was Zeke, once again in his boxers. He still looked like a surfer twink just as before. But he looked a bit worse for the wear. His eyes were a bit sunken and he looked like he had lost a bit of muscle tone. The second was not Dale. It was the man who had just left the room. The store's cashier was finishing setting up equipment next to the table. He pulled on latex gloves Brock recognized Dale's voice when he spoke from behind the camera, "Welcome back, Zeke. How was the rest of your summer." "It was fine," Zeke responded neutrally, "went home for a bit. Moved into an apartment for my senior year since I just have my big professional development class. Don't need the distraction of the dorms." "And how are you feeling," Dale asked, emphasizing the last word. "I'm poz, if that's what you're asking," Zeke responded coolly. "Was a three day ordeal from hell, but I knew to expect it at least. Told my parents it must have been an out of season flu." "Are you ready for the next phase of initiation?" "...yeah," Zeke sounded weary, but also excited. Like he had been a roulette wheel of feelings about this moment for two months and had landed on acceptance "Excellent. Two questions before we begin First have you, to your knowledge, received the HIV virus from anyone other than me prior to or since your initiation? Zeke shook his head. "I need a verbal answer," Dale chided. "No." Zeke responded definitively. "Second, did you start antiretroviral therapy?" "Of course I did. I'm undetectable." Zeke replied. "Green." Dale said, though this was directed at the cashier, who turned back to the equiment. "You are about to be branded as a member of the Scorpion Society. It is an international brotherhood of poz men. You will find a nest of us in every major city in the world and many rural communities. Like this one." It sounded like Dale had given this speech many times. "Each nest is headed by a Jarl, that's me, who holds the original strain of that nest. Each Jarl may have up to two Thanes of his choosing. The Thanes are hand selected and convertedd personally by the Jarl to ensure their strain is as pure as possible. Jarls and Thanes are identified by their orange scorpion tattoos." Brock realized he was rubbing his dick through his jeans again. HIV had been a footnote in his "abstinence only" sex education curriculum. He had never even considered it as something he might encounter in his life. He had definitely never considered there were people who were so open and clinical about it. Who spread it intentionally. The thought of it was triggering some side of him he had absolutely no control over. "Thanes are not allowed to be on ART. If a Thane starts ART, he loses status and joins the citizenry and a new one will take his place. Citizens bear green scorpion tattoos." The cashier showed Zeke his forearm, which had a scorpion tattoo identical to Dale's, but in a dark green. "Tell Walt where you want your tattoo and he will get started." Zeke gestured to the right side of his torso. Walt set to work. Dale continued: "Citizens can partake in all membership benefits and have open access to all member facilities. Your only obligation as a citizen is to the Jarls and Thanes. You are to submit your hole to them at their command. Immediately and without question. In the event you go off ART and infect someone, they are not considered citizens of this society and they will be excluded from citizenship due to their tainted strain. Benefits of citizenship transfer to other nests, should you travel or move Do you understand these guidelines?" "I understand." Zeke said with finality. Brock was transfixed by what he was seeing and hearing. At some point, he had unbuttoned his jeans and taken them and his boxer briefs down to his thighs. His hand was wrapped around his uncut dick, idly stroking his length as his precum ran down the length of his shaft to his hand. He slicked his dick up and still more dribbled onto his underwear and the floor. He had always been an extremely heavy precummer. He heard a rustle behind him and an ice cold chill raced down his spine. He fumbled to turn the TV off and quickly turned to see someone stepping out from behind the heavy black curtain.

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.

Happy Fourth to me. Met up with a married couple who uses me when they wanna share a guy. Nice thick 7" uncut and 6" cut. Spent 45 minutes taking turns sucking them while the other was fucking me. I was begging for their loads as they used me. Uncut was first to let loose, he's pumping my ass faster and says here it comes, I arch my back and push back onto his cock, he's balls deep unloading. His hubby is liking the view and starts stroking his cock then tells me to open up. Just as his husband slides out of me the other one slides into my mouth and starts to spurt. I gag a bit but don't spill a drop. One load in my belly and the second running down my leg. Happy 4th to me!

What annoys me most, is when a Top pulls out and shoots his load everywhere but where it belongs !!! Attn: Porn Producers / Directors / Videographers / Editors: I can understand how the first jet of Sperm might be needed to go on the Hole - thus proving to the viewers that the Cock actually shot it's load. That's an understandable, business-related issue. But the second volley, and every subsequent eruption of Sperm belongs inside the Hole, and no where else.

I hope you guys enjoy the story. i just started the third chapter i hope to finish it by the end of the week. Part 2 the birthday boy Dennis had had some time to regain his strength and felt that the chems were beginning to wear off. He still was flying but could already think more clearly. His hands were untied and so he could reach his pussy with his hands and feel the plug sitting there. He pulled on it briefly to see if it would come out easily but it didn't and the plug sucked itself back into place. The plug gave back a delicious pressure on his prostate he gave a deep sigh of pleasure and his limp cock woke up and started to get hard. On the second attempt to get it out he bit his teeth a little and the plug came out of his hole. Dennis breathed a deep groan and felt at his sphincter which was now pretty much wide open. Without effort and resistance from his sphincter he got 3 fingers inside his hole. He was startled by the blissful feeling that came over him from feeling the fingers in his hole and without thinking he started fingering his pussy. Sam entered the room and watched the scene before him for a moment. S: You are awake I see. S: I see you are already exploring yourself. S: no regrets about the decisions you made just now. Dennis was startled to see Sam standing in the room, he was ashamed of what he was doing and pulled his fingers back from his hole and sat up straight. S : you shouldn't stop you know, it's horny to see you playing with your pussy. D : I euh, I don't know it just felt good to be in my ass. S : I know friend, but you don't have an ass you have a pussy or pussy and you shouldn't be ashamed. You should be proud that you have a cunt to be filled. Dennis turned red in his face D : I have no regrets no, but do find it strange that I agreed to everything so easily. This is not me, I would never normally do this. It's definitely because of that Tina, because I'm not gay S: Oh but this is you. That Tina releases the beast in you, your true self but it's not gay making drugs . Dennis was trying to process what Sam just told him. It's true what he says though he thought. The drugs will remove the inhibition but will not transform you from straight to gay. It must have always been there. S : is it OK honey, are you putting it all together D : uh yeah, it's a lot to take in. I think it will take me a while to get it all posted. S : just stay the weekend and I will help you embrace your true self and accept what you are. D : yes what am I really S: a slut you are a real slut lol Dennis looked confused at Sam D : no I'm not a slut that was the drugs Sam threw a jockstrap on the bed S: here put these on and come upstairs so you can eat and drink something Dennis looked at the jockstrap and thought to himself I should put this on. But he took it and put it on and went upstairs with Sam. S: Here drink up because in half an hour my friends will be here for the party. Dennis took the glass and drank the glass in 2 gulps. The taste was already familiar to him and still hadn't realized there was G in the Getorade. D : I do not know if I want to show myself to your friends like this and if I want to be there. I don't know them and I already think what has already happened is extreme enough. D : I think it is better that I leave later. S: as you like buddy, I told you, I won't oblige you to anything. But otherwise take a shower before you leave D : yes ok, I will take a shower first. After the shower that stupid fucker is already flying all over the place and forget he was going home. Thought Sam. S : I'll show you where the shower is follow me. Dennis followed Sam. Dennis took off his jockstrap and Sam turned on the shower turned around and took Dennis firmly and came with his face right in front of Dennis'. S: are you sure you want to leave later. You are more than welcome. You certainly wouldn't regret it. I could make you enjoy yourself again like just now. Dennis's limp cock got hard and jumped up. Sam looked down and saw what was happening. S: From the way your dick looks, he's in the mood for that. Dennis looked into Sam's eyes and Sam pressed his lips to Dennis'. Dennis opened his mouth without thinking about it and started kissing him with tongue. S : stay baby, let me spoil you. D : I don't know, I don't feel good about it. S : take you shower first and then come back to the kitchen ok. D : ok They broke the kiss and Dennis stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over his body and the warmth accelerated the action of the G. Little by little he became lighter in his head again. He turned off the water and dried himself off. Took the jockstrap and put it back on. He walked back to the kitchen where Sam was still quickly sending a message. He put his cell phone on the counter S: did the shower do any good? D : yes but I think the drugs haven't completely worn off yet because I'm still lightheaded I like hearing that thought Sam, the G is already starting to work again. S: ow ok then, then you better stay a while. I won't let you drive the car for 2 hours to cause an accident. D : I think that's for the best. S: otherwise sit down in the seat for a while. They both sat down next to each other in the seat and Sam ran some of his fingers through Dennis' hair. Dennis closed his eyes and was enjoying the feeling. Dennis felt the horniness come back to the surface and bit his lower lip and searched with his hand for his half hard pole in the jockstrap. Sam stepped up a gear and turned the TV back on, turned down the sound and started a horny movie. Still rubbing through Dennis' hair, he now began rubbing his chest and playing with his nipples as well. Dennis began to moan softly and bit his lower lip even more. S : is it going a little better baby D : hmmm yes this feels so good. Sam watched smirking and went to Dennis' nipples with his mouth, took them in his mouth and started playing with them more. He felt Dennis body enjoying himself and he licked his way up and kissed him. Dennis opened his mouth and greeted Sam's lips with his tongue. They kissed each other very fiercely for a moment when Sam stood back up from the seat and took the pipe. S: I feel like smoking for a moment honey Dennis opened his eyes and watched as Sam began to melt the filled ball of crystals and saw the smoke forming. Sam sucked in the smoke and blew a white cloud into the room. Dennis's body was craving for the Tina and was already not thinking about going home. Sam saw how longingly Dennis looked at the pipe. S: do you want a puff honey. If you want you can Dennis did not answer as the G began to do its job very well and kept looking longingly at the pipe. Sam knew he had Dennis where he wanted him. He pushed the pipe against Dennis' lips lit the lighter and smoke formed in the bulb. He looked Dennis in his eyes, took his half hard pole in his hands and began to jerk him. S: suck it baby you will feel so much better immediately. Then before you leave we can enjoy each other for a while. Dennis sucked in the smoke as long as he could, feeling his lungs and his mind being filled with horny and dirty thoughts. Sam watched amused. S: good baby, just suck yourself completely full of Tina, you'll soon be back to your old self. S: just take another hit darling Dennis took a second and a third hit. Then Sam took another hit, placed his mouth on Dennis' and blew it into his lungs. Dennis was already tripping heavily again and didn't think more at home, but thought only of Sam. He kissed Sam fiercely and pushed him down in the seat and searched for Sam's cock with his mouth. Sam let him and went through Dennis' hair with his hands. S: Yeah baby, good boy just find the horny stick you want so badly. Let your true nature come out. S: just show me that you are a real cock sucker and that you want nothing more than to please me. Instead of the words scaring Dennis off, they only made him hornier and made him desire Sam's cock even more. His mouth came to Sam's jockstrap and he kissed the fabric. He felt the semi-hard cock sitting on it and pulled down the strap's stretcher. Sam's dick jumped up free and Dennis opened his mouth and like a hungry wolf, he took the dick in his mouth and began to suck on it heavily. The taste of morning piss and pre cum entered his mouth and excited him even more. His thoughts now were only about sex, sex with men, sucking a fat cock and getting his pussy filled. As he sucked on the getting harder Sam's rod, one hand searched his cunt and began to play with his hole. Sam watched approvingly. He took a dildo and a bag of Tina dust he had placed ready from under the seat sat up straight while Dennis eagerly continued to suck. He took some lube opened the bag and put some Tina dust over it, he pushed Dennis' hand away and placed the dildo against his pussy. S: I have something better than your finger baby. This is what you need. Do you want it? D : pleas yes And he pushed careful the dildo inside. Dennis' cunt was already not as tense as the night before and willingly let the dildo in. Dennis felt the his cunt being filled and became ecstatic. He again felt the burning sensation, began to sweat and glow. Sam's rod was now fully hard and while what one hand was working Dennis' hole he pushed on his head with his other hand to push his pole deeper into Dennis' throat. Dennis couldn't handle this yet and had a gag reflex. Sam released his grip a little so Dennis could catch his breath, but his hard cock remained in the slut's mouth. But Dennis didn't get much time to catch his breath because again Sam pushed him down and was already able to push Dennis a little deeper. S: good slut, just take my monster completely in your throat, show me that you want nothing more than to spoil him. The door of the living room opened and there stood Sam's friends, watching their friend being spoiled by a horny slut. They watched approvingly as Dennis was deepthroating. Sam winked at his friends who entered without saying anything. Sam encouraged Dennis who hadn't noticed anything yet S: Good slut, suck my monster. Jack one of Sam's friends took over the dildo and pushed it inside Dennis a little more firmly. Sam now put both his hands on Dennis's head. Even though Dennis was violently flying he realized that 2 hands felt on his head and that the dildo was rammed into his pussy and he stopped sucking and looked up. He was startled at being 5 more guests in the room. From where did they suddenly come and he felt embarrassed exposed for what he was just doing. He pushed the dildo out of his ass and straightened up, looked with terror at Sam who was sitting with a smile on his mouth. S: What's the matter honey, you were doing so well. You shouldn't be scared though. These are my friends and they are coming for the same thing we were just doing. D : euh, I euh, I don't know he said in a flying and tripping mental state Dennis' den felt empty and longing to be filled again and he shifted back and forth uncomfortably in the seat because of that feeling. The others couldn't hide their smiles because by his reaction they knew he had gotten a booty bump. J : you shouldn't be scared honey, we didn't come here to hurt you. We came here to celebrate a birthday and Sam had already let us know that he had arranged for a special gift. I have to agree with him that he found a wonderful one. Jack ran his hands over Dennis' chest, which was now completely tense. Jack grabbed Dennis' limp pole and jerked it. J : You won't need this one much tonight, but if you want you can feel free to suck on mine. He reached for his bulge in his pants, took hold of his pole so Dennis could see the size of it. The other laughed for a moment and Dennis looked shyly at Jack's marked-off dick. S : where are Michael and Rob J : The party animal and Rob are coming later they had to get some party stuff first Jack winked at Sam and he knew what he meant. Dennis wanted to stand up to leave but Jack and Sam pushed him back into the seat. S: Don't be scared honey, this is Jack, Tony, Ed, Andy and Nick Dennis looked at the others with shock in his eyes and nodded ashamed. T: Let him calm down guys, you can see he is uncomfortable. Dennis began to breathe more calmly and the initial nerves began to subside. He felt himself getting calmer and as a result, another wave of the G and T arrived. He tried to stop it but his eyes began to turn back in his head and bit back on his lower lip. Ed saw his chance and he came to stand in front of Dennis and placed his lips on Dennis' who was startled and wanted to pull away but Sam whispered in his ear. S: kiss him baby, do it for me. Let yourself be completely free and enjoy this moment. We will spoil you and take you to new heights. Even though he was still scared and embarrassed, the chems took over and he could not suppress his desire and he kissed Ed. S: Good baby let yourself go completely. The others watched eagerly and reached for their hardening dicks. Andy opened his pants and pulled out his cock and started pulling on it. He nodded to Ed, who broke the kiss and made way for Andy. He now came to stand in front of Dennis with his hard slim but big cock. A : show me what you can do slut. Suck my big stick! Dennis who was now flying more heavily again had already become much calmer looked longingly at Andy's cock and then looked longingly at Sam S: yes baby let Andy enjoy with your mouth, make me proud. Dennis opened his mouth and timidly licked at Andy's glans. This was the 2 penis he would suck, he looked around and saw the others looking at him hornily and pulling on their own pole. It turned him on and made him even more at ease and he took the tip of the glans in his mouth and sucked the rest of the pole into his mouth. The taste of the sweat, pre-cum and piss came into his mouth, they made him fall back deeper into G e Tina's trip and he let all the fright and fears fall away. Jack who was still behind him pushed his head forward so he got Andy's big cock deep in his throat and started gagging. A : Yes slut take that pole all the way down your throat. Hmmmm. The gagging caused tears to spring into Dennis' eyes. Jack released his grip and pushed him out of the seat. J : Get down on your knees Dennis got down on his knees and began to eagerly suck Andy's cock again. Tony now came to stand next to it as well. He took hold of Dennis' hand and put it on his own pole. Dennis was now surrounded by 6 men. For the others too were now standing around him. In both his hands he was holding a cock, and in his mouth was a dick. S: yes baby let the others enjoy your warm and blissful mouth. Just suck the seed out of their pricks. Dennis was completely in a trance and heard some seed and he now thought only of getting seed and sucked more heavily on Andy's hard pole. Tony pulled his mouth away from Andy's pole and pushed his own hard sharft into Dennis' mouth. Dennis who had completely loosened up and was thinking of nothing but cock and seed eagerly sucked Tony's penis. Nick who stood behind him gave him a firm pat on the ass and pushed his head deeper on Tony's cock so that Tony's short but very thick dick was completely inside Dennis' wide open mouth. Dennis let it all happen and got more slaps on his ass from the others. It only wound him up even more and encouraged him even more. Tony growled loudly and spit in Dennis' face. T: c'mon blow me slut, show you are real whore and let me enjoy. Nick the only black one of the party also had the biggest and the thickest cock took the bag of Tina substance. He wet his finger put it in the bag and at once pushed his finger as deep as he could into Dennis' hole. Dennis moaned loudly and gasped. Tony immediately pushed him back onto his cock and held his head so he couldn't get away. Nick pushed the dust against the wall of Dennis's hole and withdrew his finger. Dennis felt his hole getting hot again and started moaning and twisting his ass. His sphincter opened and closed, looking for something to clasp around and suck inside. Nick gave him a few more pats on his ass and took the dildo lying in the seat and placed it against Dennis' sphincter which was still opening and closing. N : if you want to be filled, you will have to ride the dildo slut. Dennis panted heavily and violently and pushed his ass back to get the dildo inside so that the demanding feeling in his cunt would be fed. N : if you want it you will have to try harder slut, come on push it into your cunt. Dennis pushed back his ass hard and the dildo drilled its way in. Nick laughed N: yes slut come on suck and ride it. So with renewed strength Dennis sucked hard on Tony's fat pole and at the same time was riding the dildo that was now completely inside his pussy. He felt complete. But not for long because Nick pulled the dildo out of his hole and threw it in the seat. Dennis moaned at the dildo that left a void in his pussy. Now it was Jack's turn and he offered his pole. Dennis traded Tony's fat cock for Jack's big and but not so fat dick. At that moment the door opened. Michael saw his friends standing naked in a circle and someone on his knees. But couldn't see who it was. The others were ecstatic when they saw Michael and Rob and they started singing happy birthday and laughing. Michael walked into the room while laughing and put the bag of party stuff on the floor and greeted his friends. M: Could you guys not wait to get the party started. He looked down and saw a slut sitting on the floor but always couldn't see his face. Dennis stopped sucking and looked up with eyes as big as saucers straight into Michael's face. Michael's mouth fell open and looked at Sam who was grinning widely at Michael. M : You can't be serious. You're kidding me S : no buddy, this is your birthday present from me to you. Michael looked at Dennis with big eyes and an even bigger smile on his mouth. Dennis who was flying so high did not yet realize who was in front of him and tried to focus. When he got his eyes under control he saw someone very familiar looking at him. Again shock and fear came over him. D : Oh fuck Michael Dennis tried to say something but the chems were gripping him so hard he couldn't get much out. The feeling of shame and being caught came over him. Because his older brother looked him straight in the eye. D : oh fuck Michael, this is not what he looks like Tried to stammer Dennis. The other laughed loudly. J : It is what it seems slut. You who are a real cock sucker are a true whore. M : This is the best present ever Sam. Sam laughed loudly and winked at Michael. S : It took me a fair amount of time but I he will soon be all yours to enlist in the fraternity. Michael couldn't believe his eyes. His little brother was sitting there naked on his knees with eyes as big as saucers sucking on his friends' dicks. Dennis didn't know what was happening and looked at Sam, confused, he felt used and betrayed. For a moment he had a brighter moment again. The others looked at Michael with questioning eyes for they did not yet know that this was Michael's brother. J : Tell me Michael, who is this slut to you M : This is my little brother. Since my transformation last year I could think of nothing but being able to fuck him. The others looked at both Michael and Dennis in astonishment with open mouths and smiles on their mouths. Rob: Wow man this is the hottest present ever, Wow Sam you seriously outdid yourself this time. Michael who still couldn't believe his eyes looked at his brother with longing eyes D : please don't tell mom and dad about this. Pleas Michael I will do anything. M : no need to worry little brother, I won't tell anything and you will be welcome to do anything I ever dreamed of. Dennis' lucid moment was gone again and his eyes turned back in his head and his head dropped down towards Jack's cock. The smell of it made him crave it again and his mouth opened. Jack took hold of Dennis' head and pushed his pole back inside. Dennis wanted to struggle at first because now his brother would see that he was a real cock sucker, but the desire was too great and took the cock in his mouth. Michael watched wide-eyed as his little brother sucked Jack's cock. He gave a high five to Sam and he gave him a hug and whispered in his ear. M : I'll never forget this buddy. You make my wildest dream come true. S : you're welcome buddy. I did break him in yesterday, hope you don't mind. M : no did you transform him then too S: no just squirted in his mouth. The transformation is my present for your birthday. Michael kissed Sam, Dennis saw this in the corner of his eye and his mind went completely wild. Seeing his brother kissing Sam was not only weird but also strange because he didn't know at all that Michael was into men, what was his brother not supposed to think of him and it wasn't his birthday at all anyway. What were they talking about anyway. Jack pulled Dennis off his pole and straightened him up. J: Enough sucking slut. Give the birthday boy a kiss. Jack pushed Dennis who was not at all firm on his feet into Michael's arms. Michael took his brother firmly and pressed his lips to Dennis'. Who tried to pry him loose but because of the chems and his brother's firm arms he couldn't. Michael pushed his tongue into Dennis' mouth and the latter paralyzed at first but closed his eyes and kissed Michael back. The others cheered and Sam took hold of both of their heads and pushed them Dennis and Michael firmly together. S: let the party begin. While whispering, Sam said to Michael S: and your brother's transformation.

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."

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.

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 was inspired to write a quicky... Hope y'all like it... Watch Out For Scorpions In The Desert 3 On warm nights I like to make my way outside Phoenix to visit the big rock inside the clearing surrounded by trees along the hiking trails. There's a guy who I remember seeing on what must have been his visit. It was a cloudy night and he wasn't aware of what he was getting himself into. But he, like me, has visited many times since then knowing exactly what is going on. Tonight I noticed he's now sporting his own ink advertising his acquired status. Unlike his first time when he was obviously apprehensive he joins right in, and like me and so many of the other guys here he loves to greet newbies. We'd both been here a while taking and giving charged loads to mostly regular guys we likely both recognized having played with them numerous times before. Very similar to his first time a newbie made his way along the trail through the trees and approached the rock. Obviously drawn in by the sounds of raw man sex. Skin slapping skin, moans and groans and occasional words of excitement. As the newbie approached you could see his dick stretching out the front of his sweat pants and soon he reached inside and started stroking. The other guy quickly moved over to feel him up, just like had been done to him on his first visit. And like then it was obvious that they both wanted the same thing. Soon the newbie was bending over the rock as the guy slid his sweats down and was sliding his already dripping dick up and down the newbie's crack until his hole was found and the guy's dick was sliding home both of them moaning and groaning. I moved up to watch saying "fuck that faggot good!". And the guy took my advice to heart giving the bottom a good hard pounding until he tensed up and I knew he was blasting his charged seed deep inside the probably clueless guy's hole. As he pulled out I could see a trail of cum drip out and I couldn't help but mount that fat ass and slide my own tainted cock in until my thighs were bouncing off his backside and I quickly added my own poz load. As I finished and pulled out the bottom turned and it was then, like the other guy that I saw his expression change and his mouth make a shape showing his surprise as he saw both of our tattoos... Red scorpions inside a rainbow bio-hazard. But the surprise didn't last long. It was quickly replaced by a look of lust as he dropped to his knees and started sucking the other guy back to hardness as another guy got up behind him and slid his dick in, causing him to gasp out "Fuck yeah!". I knew right then he'd be like the rest of us... addicted to bareback sex and be a regular visitor to the rock. Guess it was just another one stung...

I have taken 6 mens loads today in 5 apartments. took every one of them blindfolded on my hands and knees where my boyfriend says breeding bitches like me belong. I was wearing a wig, miniskirt, knee-highs and a bra, with crotchless panties for easy entry. all pretty standard pump and dumps from anonymous breeders. I know nothing about any of the six men that just blew their loads in me, including their names, ages, races, looks, status, sexuality, or even some of their voices (2 of them didn't say a single word to me). my boyfriend set them all up, told me where to go and how to dress. at the 2 guy apartment, one of them said “I’ve fucked this whore a bunch of times. I love her cunt, it’s nice and not too tight”apparently he’s fucked me at a party, in a park, in a porn theatre, at the bathhouse (several times) and even in an alley once. he told the guy I’m “the dirtiest slut I ever fucked” and told his buddy to make sure he washes his dick off and takes a piss as soon as he’s finished fucking me. the guy said “that’s what she’s for. her boyfriend told me she makes a great toilet” so they both got me to suck them clean after they came in me and pissed down my throat. before I left the new guy said “next time I’m gonna piss in your ass faggot"

Yesterday was the 4th of July, woohoo!!!! 🎆 Got invited to a gay pool party by a new fuck bud...Tim. Great weather, good friends, yummy food and drinks...Margaritas, Pina Coladas...Mmmmmm...and a couple of good, hard, deep and rough fucks by my new buddy...felt sooooooooo good...luv a cummy hole and my stud's Tri-Mixed cock!!! Can't wait til Saturdays fuck party!!👦🍑🍆💦😈🔥😛😋

This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .

I woke up around 5 and felt the pretty warm body next to me. I still get boners all the time, especially when cute sexy people are around me. Just imagine what would a tender naked frame do to my hormones. The little hair around his ass lips were cum-stiffed from my load, but the cleft of his late virgin hole exuded a moist and aphrodisiac smell that stirred another raging hard on from me. I gently pushed him on his stomach and spread his legs wide enough to diligently drove the head of my cock in the warmth of his ass. - "Braaawwww!" The trailer did not echoed Elio’s scream, but with the window opened, I am sure that Max, my neighbor, would heard it. I smiled as a rammed the rest of my cock up his hot furnace, stretching the bruised hole for a second time in the last few hours. - "Oh, my God! Please stop! Don’t… you’re killing me!" - "Hardly" I replied, grinding my balls against his. - "It’s too big!" - "Nah bitch, you’ll get used to it. Lucky you, I am not by far the biggest one." It did not take long for me to reach the point of no return. I deposited my toxic load 7 inches deep in his bowel and that was, perhaps my most deceptive part: I don’t shoot huge load. Load that will leak as I pulled out. No, on the contrary, may be a full teaspoon that would lay in the depth of the bottom, smoothly coating the inside of any tightest holes, slowly absorbing my corrupted DNA as it gets spread with each thrust in the aftermath of my orgasm. A load just big enough to infect and impregnated my fuck of the day, most of the time unwilling to go full-bareback, asking me a promise to pull out. Promise that I would never give or commit to. I firmly bite his neck just next to the jugular. Marking my territory. Making him mine. All my potent babies were inside him now. - "What’s wrong with you?" - "Shhh now. Let’s go back to sleep." I was awakened by the feeble wailing of the old man and the chain rattling. Elio was also awake, staring at me. - Hello, sunshine. Hmmph… You really smell like a cheap drunken whore. I removed the blindfold from the slave. After clinging his eyes a few times, he focused on Elio with curiosity, maybe jealousy. I removed the gag, uncuffed him and unlocked the cock cage. - Up in the shower. Both of you. I want you squeakly clean. After 10 minutes, both of them stood naked. The old man had a full erection, standing at attention his little soldier of 3-3/4 inch, not more larger than a thumb. Elio’s cock was showing a semi. - Did he suck you? The slave glance briefly at Elio before looking back at me. - Yeah, he did. - Good. Let’s eat, we have a long day ahead of us. I ordered the slave to clean up while I took Elio with me to the bathroom. - But I already showered. - I want you to get acquainted with my body. Elio stood still while I fingered his ass. - You are probably sore, but you are not bleeding. He washed my body thoroughly with his tongue. One might say Elio was reluctant at first, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration. I whispered him few punishment ideas that I might do if he didn’t get with the program. So, I got a tongue bath, except for my ass. - Next time I pushed him under the showerhead, and soaped his body; my hand sliding on the smooth skin. Really arousing. I pissed on him again for fun. Also, to get him used to it. After that I got dressed: t-shirt, jeans, running shoes. Simple. Elio was looking around for his clothes. - I took you stuff outside. Here, wear this today. I handed him a bright pink thong that belonged to the old man. A trophy from one of his past conquests. Elio was going to protest when a knock on the door interrupted him. - Put it on or go answer the door bare naked. None the wiser, he got to it. The old man was standing next to me, eyeing the young frame dealing with the thong. - Get dressed. Dimitri is picking you up. You are going to stay with him for a while. - But… - Tss… tss… not a word. I am in a good mood, and you don’t want me to get angry now, don’t you? - No sir. A whistle came from the door. It was Max, my neighbor. A tall lanky man, with grey crop hair. Probably in his early 70’s. He was gently playing with Elio’s tits. - That explains the early screams this morning. I laughed. Elio’s face was red from shame. From my angle, I was able to admire the young man. Dark black. All over, even his pits and pubes. A thin layer on his chest, ass and legs. The pink thong had crawl between his cheeks making a sexy contrast. - You want me to babysit for you today? The slave came back dressed: a mini skirt that cover the cock cage, but barely his low hangers. The mouth gag was in place. I tightened the strap. - The old man is going on vacation at Dimitri’s resort! So, I might take your offer for the new one later today. Dimitri’s Resort! More like one of Dante’s inferno circles. A month after I took over the faggot’s life, he put up a fight. “They always do”, my friend Dimitri told me back then. - You need to bring them down a little. It was the first trip for my roomie with Dimitri. He came back more cooperative. The second trip made him fully-dedicated to my needs. No more tantrum and laziness. Dimitri showed up not long after that. - See you in the fall, except if I get a like of the faggot! - Hmmfff… Hmmfff… Elio was looking at the scene, not truly understanding the somber meaningful menace. - Mark my words. Never get on the wrong side of Dimitri.

Earlier yesterday I got a txt message from my 30-something Vietnamese boy wanting to dump a huge load in my daddy ass. After work I got quickly douched and invited him to come to cum in me (LOL). With our clothes off and cocks hard, I started by sucking then rimming him. My cock didn't need any silicon lube to enter his hole. I was ready to shoot first (a 3-day load). I wanted to feed some of my load into his mouth for a taste. He licked my entire face in his happiness! He wanted me on my tummy to rim then shove his cock into me. He loves when I squeeze my ass muscles as he's fucking me. It didn't take long for him to blast in me. I cleaned off his cummy cock, and he wanted to lick my cummy hole to have me taste his load. After sex, we drove to a local eatery for some great Vietnamese food! You get so hungry after sex! OINK!

Great stories! Looking forward to part 3 and beyond!

i love the taste of my pussy juices plus his cum on his cock after being bred. nearly all of the Alpha Men who fuck me expect me to clean their cock off afterwards. i enjoy nuzzling it.

11. “Damn it. You told him,” Danny said as soon as he saw Jack and I walk into the front office. Danny was seated behind the check in desk. He was wearing a loose fitting linen button down shirt, something he really only did when he had to work the desk or leave the property. He must not have been expecting anyone new to come check in however, as he’d only done one button just across his stomach. Despite his harsh tone he had a massive smile across his face. His eyes were twinkling and there was nothing but joy in his expression. Danny got up from behind the desk and came around to where I was standing with Jack just behind me. Jack had one hand resting on my shoulder. Danny brought a paw up to my face and rested it on my cheek tenderly, “Well, what did you say?” He looked directly into my eyes, he looks happy and concerned at the same time. He was almost silently pleading with me to say yes. “I said of course I want to say! It’s all I’ve wanted for months. I want to stay with the two of you forever.” “Good.” His hand moved to the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. With this many guest on the property we were normally a little more circumspect but that was all out the window right now. We were celebrating something amazing. I wrapped my arms around Danny’s middle and pulled myself into his warm body. Jack rubbed my back as I kissed his husband deeply. We were a little trio now, I was no longer an outsider welcomed in temporarily. This was my place. Danny broke our kiss and with one hand pulled Jack’s face to him. They kissed around me, my body smashed between them. I could feel both of their erections pressing into me. “Look, I’ve had a chance to celebrate with the boy,” said Jack, “and he was full of that twink and his uncle’s loads when I found him. Danny why don’t you take advantage of how amazing our David’s hole is going to feel right now and take him round back. I’ll watch the desk.” Danny tipped my head up to look him in the eye, “Would you like that? Think you can take another dick today?” “If that dick is yours… I’ll take it any day.” Danny took me by the hand and led me behind the counter and through the Employees only door at the back. “I’ve got an idea,” Danny said and opened another door that I’d never been through before. On the other side was a room partly full of boxes. The wall directly across from us looked like it was almost entirely made of windows, but vertical blinds were closed across the entire thing. As we walked further into the room I saw that there was a high counter top island sticking out, and a little but serviceable kitchen on the other side. We turned a corner and found ourselves in a mostly empty bedroom. Boxes were piled up along two walls, but the bed was made. I looked around, and then back and Danny who nodded. “Welcome to your new place. Well get the boxes moved, but…” “Its perfect.” I tossed my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He scooped me up and lifted me into the air. His strong arms supported me as he walked towards the bed. I fell lightly onto the mattress and Danny dropped himself into me. We locked our mouths together again and my hands tore at his clothes. I found the single done up button on his shirt and flung the two haves apart. Quickly I wriggled it up and off of each of his arms. His now naked torso pressed into me. I had only put on a pair of short shorts and a jock when I’d left my apartment with Jack, and now our naked upper halves rubbed together. Danny broke our kiss and pulled back. He grabbed my shorts and ripped them off me, tossing them into a corner. He growled at the sight of my jock, and moved to take off his own shorts. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung free almost immediately. That big beautiful cock. The long vein along the top pulsed and that wide mushroom head shone with precum. I jumped up, my animal instinct controlling me, and gobbled his cock down in one swift motion. Danny moaned and put his hand gently on the back of my head. Hungrily I bobbed up and down. This was my fourth cock today but that didn’t matter. This cock belonged to one of my two men. One of my daddies. That made it special, and important. I swallowed him to the root and nestled my nose into his thick pubes. Danny’s balls bounced against my chin lightly as I bobbed back and forth. My man groaned as I worked his throbbing meat. I grabbed his ass cheeks and propelled his hips forward into my own mouth. I made him fuck my throat. “Oh fuck! Fuck boy! Remember how timid you were that first time, never having been with an older man… fuck… not knowing how much you loved the scent of a man or the feel of his touch… Jesus! Now look at you… damn! Fuck yeah, suck my… fuck. Look at you our hungry little pig. Our boy! Forcing my daddy dick down your own throat. Fuck! Oh shit… Fuck! Turn around, show me that ass! I need to eat your hole.” I dropped his cock out of my mouth and spun around. I flipped onto all fours and stuck my ass up into the air with my chest flat against the mattress. Danny growled like a hungry animal, and spread my cheeks with his rough hands. “Fuck! Your hole looks fucking wrecked today. Damn. There’s even…” he flicked his tongue up my crack, “there’s even cum dripping out of it your so full. Damn that bear and his nephew really filled you up didn’t they.” “Yes daddy!” “You liked that [banned word] didn’t you?” “Of them being related?” “Yeah! Yeah I did.” “Good boy… what else turned you on about it.” He flicked his tongue over my hole as I started to answer making my voice catch in my throat. “That I… fuck… that I was only fucking the nephew because he wanted to fuck me and he had a big dick. He was cute but he didn’t… fuck oh, yes… he didn’t turn me on like his uncle did, or any of the other guys…” “Why was that,” Danny dove back into my hole as soon as he’d finished speaking. “He’s a twink.” I replied somewhat matter-of-factly. “That’s not turns me on.” “What turns you on boy. Tell daddy exactly what turns you on.” I was hard to speak with his tongue darting in and out of my hole. I felt him lapping the cum up from inside of me and could hear him swallowing it down. “Men like you daddy, guys bigger than me, and older than me. Bears, chest hair most of all. Seeing it poke out of a guy’s shirt makes me weak. There’s no way I can resist a guy with a furry chest and a hard dick.” “But it’s not just older guys is it?” “No daddy, its any guy covered in hair was a thick dick. Like Alex. He’s my ages but he’s so… fuck… oh fuck… eat my hole daddy! Fuck! Alex… he’s my ages but he’s so hairy. When I first saw his chest hair and bushy pits I knew I needed him to fuck me.” “And the same was true of Daniel.” “Yes! Oh fuck, that feels so good. Fuck!” “But there’s something else isn’t there? Something you felt when Alex told you he wanted Daniel to fuck you and you’d never seen him, something you felt when this twink asked to fuck you. What is it?” “I like being a slut daddy!” “That’s it… keep going.” “I like getting used. I like being a sex object. I like having… of my god! I like having my power taken away.” “Good boy. And that’s something you want to do more of isn’t it.” “Yes daddy!” He got up and I felt the head of his cock on my hole. I pushed back onto him and felt the head pop in. “Fuck boy!” Danny roared. “You’re so fucking desperate for my dick aren’t you?!” “Yes daddy!” “That first time I fucked you, you had to work so hard to get me inside you and now… I just slid right in.” He pressed forward and his entire shaft disappeared into my guts. We both let out a sigh as his crotch pressed into my ass. “That’s because you’re a slut now. You’re our slut.” “Fuck me daddy!” “Im going to boy don’t worry.” “Please! Breed me daddy. Use my slutty hole.” “I’m going to pump a big load into your hole. Then I’ve got another treat for you boy.” “Fuck! Yes daddy!” He pulled back from my hole and then with a grunt punched his cock back into me with his full body weight. It was impossible not to scream. The sound was shot out of me like a cannon ball with the force of his thrust. My eyes rolled back, and my torso went slack. If Danny hadn’t been holding onto my hips I would have fallen forward and collapsed under his assault. He held tightly to my hips, pulling me back against him as he brutalized my ass. As tender as Jack’s last breeding of my hole had been this was aggressive. Danny was like a rutting beast. He was intent on using me, marking his territory now that I had agreed to be theirs. It was a primal fuck. I felt like a rag doll as Danny tossed me around. He flipped me onto my back without his cock ever leaving my hole, and continued to bash his cock into me now from above. He spread my legs around his body and held me open for him. His face was contorted with effort and lust and sweat beaded up on his forehead. “You remember this boy… when you’re out there taking loads like the good slut you are… no one fucks and breeds you like your daddies.” “Fuck! Yes! Fuck daddy! How could it… oh fuck, how could I forget!” “Good boy! Take me load you fucking slut!” Danny reared back, and holding my legs wide apart rammed his dick as deep as it would go. I yelled as he began to fill me up. His eyes were closed tight, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He looked like he’d become possessed. He wasn’t just a man but a sex beast, a sex demon intent on destroying me. He yelled, and his cock throbbed. Another big load was pumped into my hole. Danny stayed like that for a long time. He held my legs with shaking hands, his eyes still closed tight, his chest heaving. His breath was ragged, and irregular. His dick was still pulsing. “Fuck,” he panted, blinking his eyes slowly. He was like a man coming out of a dream or a trance for a minute. The brutish headspace he had just fucked me in slowly dissipating. When he looked down at me again his eyes were full of the same love they had been when Jack and I had walked into the front office. The sex demon was gone, and my beloved, extraordinary Danny was back. He grinned at me, his dick still buried in my ass. “Fuck, knowing that you were ours… that you were going to stay here after the summer… that you’d be here, in this bed… fuck, it just…” his voice trailed off and he bent down to kiss me again. “That was amazing.” I said, brushing my lips against his and flexing my hole around his semi hard cock. “God, your hole just feels so good. So full of cum.” “I can’t believe I’m that I get to stay with you and Jack. Its all I’ve wanted. I want to do this forever.” “We will.” He kissed me again, “we will.” He pulled his slowly softening cock from my hole and flopped onto the bed beside me. I nestled into his body breathing in his scent. My cock gave a throb in my jock. Despite having had the cum fucked out of me less than an hour ago I was hard as a rock and had leaked so much while Danny pounded me that the whole pouch of my jock was soaked.

Love feeling guys pump their loads in my hole. The most recent time was in Berlin now in April. Started the night by taking 3 loads in my hotel room. Horny guys who needed to dump a load before going to work. After that went with a bud to the bars, was busy for Easter. We had a few drinks then into the darkroom where I was loaded 3 more times by total strangers. Didn’t see 2 of the guys they just took their turns to dump a load into an easy cummy hole 🐽 Then my bud and I went to the leather bar New Action. Lots of hot leather outfits. Quickly found our way into the darkroom. Got fucked there by 5 guys and got 3 loads. Very sloppy and cummy at this point. One guy ate out some loads before fucking me to add his own to the sloppy mess. A guy stood over me and was pimping me out for an hour. So hot! Was very tired at that point but ended the night in true Berlin fashion at the Bull. Straight to the bench and bend over for anyone to enjoy. Pushed out a little bit for a nice cum fart that some guys noticed and quickly decided they wanted to enjoy that. Had a big dicked fella fuck me for 10 min until he came hard. Then came a felcher who fucked me a bit, made me eat his cum glazed cock. Then turned me around again and I pushed more loads into his mouth, then we kissed and fed them between us 💦🐽 After that a couple more fucks and loads until the queue was over for my hole. Took a break and then went home, all fucked and pigged out 🐽💦

2. I picked up my clothes and wearing only my jock, walked back to my little apartment. As soon as I was in the door I couldn’t help but run my finger over my hole. It felt slick and a little puffy. It had never felt like that before. On a whim I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the ass juice and cum from them. I felt even more slutty than before. It was a little hard to think about what had just transpired and how quickly it had happened. I suddenly understood my love of man scent, an attraction to older men, and had been fucked raw for the first time. My cock gave a powerful throb. I was still so horny. Danny was right, I would have said yes to anything in that moment, but time wasn’t going to change that. I wanted to keep feeling like this. I slipped a finger into my ass and felt how lose my ring felt. It had never been like this when I’d played with it before. This was what it was like to have a properly fucked hole. I was open, full of cum, and ready for more. I went into the bedroom and pulled out my suitcase. I had put most of my clothes away already, but there were a few personal items I hadn’t unpacked yet still. Sitting in the bottom of my duffle was a little black cloth bag. Long and heavy it was obvious before opening what was inside it. I took the shiny black butt plug out. Even though I had used it just a few days before it now seemed smaller somehow, a little less impressive. It wasn’t wildly thick or wildly long, but it had served me well in college. Normally it took a good amount of lube to get it in, but I suspected today would be much easier. I spat onto the head, and rubbed the toy against my hole. The spit made my sphincter slick again. I took a deep breath. I let it out slowly, and slid the toy inside my ass. It locked in easily, and I gasped a little. It felt good to be full again. I worked it in and out, the cum from my hole frothing around the shaft. I pulled it entirely out of my hole and pushed it into my mouth. I licked the cum from the silicone plug. With my mouth full of cum and ass juice I sat down hard on the plug. It slid into me in one easy movement. My phone buzzed. I struggled to find it for a minute. It was still in the pocket of my shorts which lay in a discarded heap on the floor. There was a text from an unknown number with a local area code. Hey David. This is Jack: it read. I felt my hands shake a little and my hole twitched around the plug. Hi!: I responded. Did you enjoy your time with Danny this afternoon? Yes daddy! It was amazing. I like you calling me daddy: his responses were coming fast: it gets me hard boy. The next message that came through was a picture of a shockingly thick uncut cock erupting from a slightly trimmed bush of dense gray pubes. The foreskin looked thick, and somehow delicious. There was a glint of precum leaking out of it. I typed back fast: Fuck daddy! That is a beautiful cock! All the same rules that Danny had apply with me boy. You have to tell me what you want. I want you to fuck me: after my afternoon with Danny I was more confident, it was easier to say what I was thinking. What else? I want you to fuck me till you cum in my hole. Anything else? I want to be your boy! I want you to take me. Good boy. What are you doing now? Honestly? Yes boy. I’m playing with my hole. I’m sitting on a butt plug right now wishing it was your cock. You want me to come fuck you? Yes daddy! You’re ready for me now? Yes! Good. Unlock the door and wait for me on your knees in the living room. Leave the plug in your hole. I’m coming to you now. Holy shit! I thought. It was happening now. I ran to the front door, holding the plug in my ass with one hand, and made sure it was unlocked. Then I stepped back a few paces and got on my knees waiting. My heart was thudding, but my cock was hard as a rock and my hole was pulsing around the plug’s shaft. Despite my nerves there was nothing that was going to stop me doing whatever this man asked of me. For several long moments I knelt on the cold tile waiting. He took his time I thought, making sure that just enough time had passed that I would worry he wasn’t coming. Then I heard footsteps on the path outside, a shadow passed in front of the window, and the door opened. Jack stood framed in the door way. He was shirtless, his skin a deep warm tan that stood out in sharp contrast from the forest of silver-gray hair that covered his torso. His nipples were large and brown. His belly stood proud from his body, a firm sort of belly that seemed to be built on top of a base of powerful muscle. His shoulders were broad and powerful looking. On the bottom half he wore a pair of short little vintage looking basketball shorts. They did nothing to hide the sizable bulge he was already sporting. He stepped into the room and closed the door. I realized I was holding my breath. “Hello boy,” he said in his rich resonant voice. “I’m glad to see you’re waiting for me so patiently.” “Of course, daddy.” “You remember the rules?” “Yes daddy!” “What are they?” “If I want something I have to say it out loud.” “That’s right. So what do you want.” “You daddy! I want you! I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to breed me! I want to be your boy!” “Good boy. I’m going to keep asking you. I’m going to check in with you every step of the way till your hole is leaking my cum.” “Yes daddy!” “Now, before we go any further I want you to know what you’re committing to by taking my load. If you take my load you are promising me that Danny and I will get to fuck you together. If that isn’t something you want you can decide that any time until my load gets pumped into you. Once that happens however, your hole is promised to us. Do you understand.” “Yes daddy!” “Do you still want to continue?” “Yes!” “Then come suck my cock.” I crawled across the floor and my hands and knees in front of him. He pushed his shorts to the ground unleashing his cock. The foreskin was naturally rolled back part way down the throbbing head. His pubes looked a little wilder than the picture, a dense mound of gray hair. His balls hung low and full. I licked my lips. Holding his cock by the base Jack shook it at me, a little drop of precum oozed from the head. I moved forward still on my knees with my mouth open and caught the head in my mouth. I circled the head with my tongue, working under the foreskin, and eliciting a pleasure filled sigh from Jack. I held onto his shaft and balls as I began to bob forward and back. Danny had been in control when I sucked his cock… really it had been more like him face fucking me. Jack, however, was letting me do all the work. I pushed myself down on his cock, swallowing hard. I tried to breathe through my nose so I could take him deeper and longer. Still I was only halfway down the girthy shaft when my gag reflex kicked in and I fell back coughing and spluttering. “Its ok boy,” Jack said in a soothing tone closing the distance between us again, “You’ll get used to it. Danny and I will have you deep throating our cocks like a champ in no time. For now, take your time and savor daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love my fat dick in your mouth.” “Yes daddy!” I jumped back up and started to slobber all over his cock. I licked around the slit, lapping up the precum that was leaking out. I swallowed both of his balls at the same time. I slid my mouth up and down his cock till it glistened. My jaw was tired, and my face was once more covered in my spit. “Good boy, you love daddy’s cock don’t you. You love worshiping it.” “I do daddy! I love your cock. I love having it in my mouth.” “You’ve done a good job boy. Really. Now get up and worship daddy’s body a little.” He put both of his hands behind his head exposing his pits. I was instantly hit with the smell of a hot sweaty man and my hole clenched around the plug. I leapt up and dove into his pit. His scent was different than Danny’s but no less intoxicating. I slurped away like a starving man. I felt like my head was spinning. This smell was like a drug that made you horny. The more I smelled it the harder I got and the hungrier I got for cock. A long bead of precum hung from the tip of my cock now. I didn’t know what a pig was at the time, but when I look back I could pinpoint this afternoon as the moment I became a pig. The scent of a man was all it took to make me horny. By the time I was licking his second pit I was in heat. I pulled out of his pit, my face covered in spit, sweat and his scent. On my tip toes I kissed him lightly on the mouth and said, “Please fuck me.” “You’re ready for daddy’s cock?” “Yes!” “You remember what that means boy?” “You’re going to breed me.” “And if I breed you…?” “I’m committing to letting you and Danny fuck me together.” “Is that something you want?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you and Danny to fuck me together! I want to be your boy! I want you both to fuck me, and use me, and fill me with cum!” “Good boy! Lets go to the bedroom and get that plug out then.” He led me by the hand into the bedroom, and tossed me on my back onto the mattress. Immediately I pulled my legs up and hugged my knees to the sides of my chest. “Look at that ass! Damn. Danny wasn’t kidding. Such a perfectly furry butt. And isn’t that the cutest little plug you’ve got in there. Is that the only plug you own boy?” “Yes… I… well…” “Go on.” “When I got back from being fucked by Danny I wanted to feel full again so badly I pulled it out of my suitcase and put it in immediately. It made me feel slutty to know I had Danny’s cum plugged inside my hole.” “That is nothing to be ashamed of. Feeling slutty is good.” He tugged on the base of the plug causing me to moan. “Now, I’m going to take it out, and then I’m going to put my cock in your hole. You’re sure you want that?” “More than anything!” “Good boy.” He pulled a little harder and the plug slid from my hole with a soft squelch. I moaned. “That is a pretty hole. Probably a little tight still, but a pretty hole.” “I don’t think its that tight after Danny.” I laughed. “Oh its still tight… but if you keep going with us you wont be. I’ll stretch you out good.” “Fuck yes!” I had never considered being opened up, but now that he said it I desperately wanted to be. He spat into his hand and lubed up his cock, then he spat again and smeared it all over my tender hole. I moaned again. “So eager,” he said and lined his cock up with my hole. He rugged the big head against my pucker, smearing his precum and spit around. I was whimpering, and pushing my ass back trying to get him to slide inside me. When he finally shifted his weight and sunk the first few inches of his cock into me I sighed deeply. It didn’t hurt, it felt like bliss washing over me. My hole radiated pleasure as the second raw cock of my life slowly slid inside me. Sweat sprung up across my chest, and I could smell myself too now. I had never noticed my own scent before, but now I found it just as hot and sexy as Danny or Jack’s. I put one hand behind my head and smelled my own musk. “That’s it boy! Smell your own manly scent. It turns you on doesn’t it. Good! We don’t like our boys too fresh. We want you to smell like a fucking man.” He bent forward, pushing the last inch of his cock into me and stuffed his nose in my pit. He inhaled deeply, and with a satisfied sigh, ran his tongue from the side of my body to just below my elbow. He smiled and kissed me. I tasted salty sweat on his lips, my own salty sweat. I wrapped my arms around him and held his big burly body to me kissing him passionately. Our tongues wrestled, invading each others mouths. He held his cock balls deep inside me, flexing it against my tight hole as we kissed. “Use me,” I said, my voice a breathless whisper. “Good boy,” he said in return, and reared back so he was towering over me. I looked up his body, taking in the firm belly, the massive pecs, the thick gray hair. I felt overwhelmed by my lust for this man. This man old enough to be my father. This man who’s husband had fucked me and bred me just a few hours before. This man who now had his unprotected cock inside me. This man who was going to give me the second load I’d ever taken. Everything about him was astounding and sexy. Then he began to thrust. The pleasure I’d gotten from Danny’s cock hadn’t been a fluke, or a one off. Jack’s cock felt just as amazing as he slid it slowly in and out of my hole. He held my thighs wide, on either side of his thick frame. I was spread open for him, his belly rubbing against my crotch. I felt my mouth go slack as he picked up the pace. “I can feel Danny’s load in your hole.” “It feels so good daddy!” “I love sloppy seconds.” “Fuck me!” He was pounding me now. There was a steady slapping sound echoing around the room and a grunting it took me a minute to realize was coming from me. Jack’s cock was knocking a low guttural sound out of my mouth with each deep thrust. It was uncontrollable and animalistic, my body’s reaction to being dicked down. “You like that big raw daddy dick don’t you?” “Yes! I fucking love it. I need your load daddy! Breed my hole!” “Don’t worry boy, you’ll be full of spunk soon enough.” He starter to fuck me even harder, growling with each thrust. It felt like he was punching my guts with his cock head. He slammed it in and out. I could tell my hole had gone slack around his invading cock, no longer putting up any fight. He had hold of my ankles now and was holding my legs forward and out so that he was over me slightly. I looked up into his handsome face, contorted in pleasure and exertion as he railed me. Sweat glistened on his face, and trickled down in little rivers through his dense chest hair. I watched his face change, the pleasure and exertion slowly morphed into hunger. It was like an animal was clawing its way out of him. A werewolf shifting at the full moon. His breathing was ragged, his eyes clenched shut, and his jaw set. A low growl came from deep inside his chest, the kind that you feel more than hear. He was jack hammering his cock in and out of my without mercy. I was a ragdoll in his hands. With one last powerful thrust he forced the full length of his member inside me. It throbbed against my battered hole. I felt the cum rush up through his shaft till it exploded inside me. His cum flooded my hole as his cock pulsed inside me. I felt a glowing warmth spread inside my gut. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered. I felt spent. It wasn’t until he dipped his fingers into the mess I’d made on my stomach and chest I realized he had fucked another load out of me. I had been so overwhelmed by the pleasure his cock was giving me I hadn’t noticed my own dick shooting another massive load. He brought his cum covered fingers to his lips and licked my load off of them. Then he bent down and kissed me. I tasted my own cum on his tongue. I could smell his sent. I was in heaven. Slowly he pulled his cock out of my hole. We both groaned. I felt warm but empty. Jack flopped down on the bed next to me. I let my legs down, my hole felt slick. “Damn boy. You did good.” I rolled onto my side to face him, and ran one hand through his thick chest hair. “Thank you, daddy. It felt… It felt better than any sex I’ve had before.” “Danny told me that he was the first man to fuck you raw.” “Yes!” “Well that’s part of why it felt better. Raw sex just feels better. Having a man finish inside you makes it even hotter. Right? You like being full of our cum don’t you?” “Oh my god yes!” “The other reason is, we know what we’re doing. Older men know how to take care of a boy’s hole. We know what you need, and how to make you feel good.” “You fucked me better than any boy in my college.” “Good. That will hopefully keep you coming back for more… speaking of. You’ve got my load in your guts now. You remember what that means?” “It means I’m committed to letting you and Danny use me together!” “Good boy.” He kissed me. “Is that still what you want?” “Yes! I want you both!” “You’re horny again already aren’t you!” “Yes… if you told me to bend over for Danny right now I would.” He laughed, a deep rumbling laugh that I felt through the mattress, “Good to know, but we’re not going to give it to you quite yet. You’re going to have one more opportunity to back out boy. Im going to leave you here to think for a while. If you really want to be our boy. If you really want us to use you, to open you up, to breed you; come to Bungalow 4 at 8pm. Don’t bother getting dressed. Walk over in your jock, that’s how we’ll know you’re committed. Once you’re there tonight though, you will not be given more opportunities to back out. We will use you. You will be our boy, our cum slut.” “Yes daddy!” “Good boy.” He kissed me again, and then got up from the bed. He walked out into the front room and I followed him. He picked up his shorts and made to leave without putting them on, his cocks still shinny from my hole. “Oh, I’ll drop off a bigger plug for you in a couple of minutes. If you find you need something more substantial than that little thing in the meantime.” One more kiss and then he was gone. I was naked except for a jockstrap now wet with spit and cum, my chest covered in my own drying loads, with an ass full of sperm from two different men, and I was harder than I’d ever been before.

MAC MEN 8: THE PARTY PART 4 “More…loads…” is the first thing I say when I come back to my senses about a minute later laying on top of Kenny’s sweaty, muscled back. “You all right, man?” he asks. “I think I blacked out for a second,” I say. “Other than that, never been better.” I look over to the load board and see Lito making a hashmark, his huge cock swinging like a pendulum, a long drop of spunk hanging past his knees. Then I look down to see my cock is still wedged up Kenny’s ass. Good. I love to watch and feel my spent spunkshooter snake out of a cummed up manhole and I’m glad I miss the withdrawal during my mini fuck-coma. “Don’t pull out yet, Randy.” I turn to see Angel, the man responsible for the slutty turn my life has taken. Angel goes in for a hot, wet kiss—I never get tired of those lips—then crawls under Kenny and positions his gaping mouth under Kenny’s freshly-bred fuckhole. “Now you can pull out,” he says. As I start to withdraw, I see Angel’s hungry eyes and gaping mouth on either side of my cummy spent shaft. My cum-caked cockhead squelches out of Kenny’s hole bringing with it a hot, white glob of seed that lands right on Angel’s tongue. It’s followed a second later by my shiny wet cock, which he takes to the base in one gulp Kenny stands and turns to face me while Angel sucks down the dregs of my load, tasting me and all the men who filled Kenny before me. “That was so fucking hot,” Kenny sighs, his scruffy flushed face an inch away from mine. “Lito Cruz bred me, right?” I ask, reaching around to finger my swollen hole. “Right after I unloaded in you? Or did I dream that?” “It fucking happened,” says Kenny. “I watched him unload in you in that mirror right there while your load was seeping into me. It was fucking amazing.” Before Kenny goes to make a mark on the wall for my load, we promise to get together soon to, “hang out and reminisce about our high school days.” “Or we can just swap cum,” he suggests. “I’ll take option B,” I say. Angel lets my cock slide out of his mouth then stands up to give me a sloppy warm spermkiss. Then he leads me by the hand to a spunk-spattered fuck bench. We each put one knee up on the bench for balance then face each other and finger each other’s battered cumholes. “How are you doing?” he says softly. “This is too fucking much, man,” I say. “I’ve never been into drugs, but I feel like I’m on something, like drunk on cock and ass and flesh and cum and all these hot fucking men. I know there’s a world outside this place, where I have a life and a job and responsibilities and all that shit, but I don’t care about it. I just want this night to go on and on and on.” “It can,” says Angel, “and it will. And you’ll still have your life and your responsibilities and everything but you’ll also have this life as a fucking hot barebacker to escape to when you feel the need to do what we were born to do as men with cocks; breed a hungry hole.” “And there are so many hot men in this room—hell, in this world—and I want to swap spunk with all of them,” I say. “Every load I take, every hole I breed just makes me want more and more and more.” “I knew it,” he says. “I could see that in you the moment I met you.” “Fuck, you’re wet,” I say, when I feel a big glob of cum drip down my fingers to the floor. “How many loads have you taken so far?” “Taken four, given three,” he says. “How ‘bout you?” “I’ll tell you later,” I say. “Right now, I’m too out of it to think. I know I’ve taken more cum than I’ve given.” “You got more in you?” he asks. Before I can answer, Hassan, Marcus’s Middle-Eastern buddy from before taps me on the shoulder. “You guys look like you’re in deep conversation,” Hassan teases, his half-hard cock slapping against my thigh. “I thought guys came here to fuck, not talk.” “We’re talking about fucking,” I say with a smile. “How ‘bout you keep on right on talking while I tap that ass like I wanted to earlier,” Hassan proposes. “I’ve been kind of raving about it,” says Marcus sauntering up behind Angel. “And I’ve always wanted to tag Angel’s hole.” “You’ve tagged my hole,” Angel reminds him. “Not that I’m complaining.” “I’ve fucked you, yes,” clarifies Marcus, “at Ron’s birthday breed-up but I didn’t unload in you because the birthday boy got all the loads, remember?” “Oh right,” remembers Angel. “It even said that on the invitation. But I remember I wanted cum so bad that night. So I got Frank to breed me without letting on that he was—even though I could feel every hot jet—and then he came in Ron a little while later. Luckily, he’s a quick rebounder.” Hassan pulls my chin toward him and starts kissing me softly on the lips. The slow, sweet pace is a nice change after so much balls-to-the-wall man-pounding. Marcus does the same to Angel. Hassan takes my hand and leads me around the fuckbench so I’m facing Angel who’s being put into position by Marcus. Angel and I smile at each other—we know what we’re in for—then kneel on the bench, face to face, offering up our slick, hungry asses for the taking. I stare into Angel’s eyes as I feel Hassan’s throbbing cock slide into my ass. Angel’s eyes widen right along with mine as Marcus slides into him. As they start to fuck, Hassan and Marcus coordinate their slow, sensuous fuck-rhythms so that everything I’m feeling, I can see on Angel’s face and visa versa. “They’re totally doing a number on us,” I say to Angel. “We can play that game, too,” says Angel. He looks up to Hassan behind me. “My friend Randy’s hole is sweet, isn’t it, studman?” says Angel. “I know it’s sweet because I was the first man to go in there bare to breed him. I flooded his guts with a massive load of sperm. I still remember how good it felt to shoot my hot ropes right up that perfect hole that had never been seeded before. And once that happened, everything in Randy’s world was different. I unleashed a monster.” With that Angel kisses me. “A fuck monster.” “I’m about to unleash a monster, too,” taunts Marcus, “right up your sweet hole, Angel…but not yet.” “Marcus, you can try to hold off all you want but if Angel wants your load, and you know he does, that ass is going to milk it out of you,” I say. “I know because Angel’s the first fucker who let me cum in him bare…but he didn’t just let me, he made me with his talented ass. And now he’s going to make you, too.“ I can see in Angel’s eyes that he’s starting to really use those expert ass muscles of his to get Marcus’s seed. “He’s turning on the milking machine, isn’t he?” “Oh fuck,” says Marcus. “That’s incredible.” “And your aching balls are pulling up, aren’t they?” I ask him. Marcus just nods, in rhythm with his fuckstrokes. “Better keep up, fucker,” Angel says to Hassan. “Fine,” says Hassan who matches him stroke for stroke for a while but finally gives up and just starts to longdick me as hard as he can. “That’s it, Hassan,” I groan. “I love those long strokes. I love hearing the wet sounds as you slide in and out on the carpet of cum your buddy Marcus blasted up there earlier. Add to it, fucker. Flood me.” “Do it, fuckers,” demands Angel. “What are you waiting for? I see you two at the gym together all the time, strutting around like you’re the hottest fuckstuds going, silently promising that if a bottom stud’s lucky enough to get that hot, worked out body pounding into him that he’s also gonna get a big, hot, wet load.” “So you guys gonna deliver or what?” I say, as Hassan starts jackhammering his cock right past my prostate. I fall forward and hold onto Angel’s shoulders as Hassan starts the inevitable build to orgasm. “Breed us, fuckers!” begs Angel, holding onto my shoulders as Marcus gets ready to spunk him up. “Give us your hot loads!” I look up and see Marcus nodding frantically at Hassan as his orgasm overtakes him. “Get ready for my load,” he pants. “Here….it….cummmmmmms!” I stare deeply into Angel’s pleading eyes. “Every drop, Angel,” I command him. “Take every drop of Marcus’s hot load.” “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh fuck, take the load, take the load!” barks Marcus, his massive pecs heaving as he unloads in my breeding mentor’s hot, insatiable cumhole. “Unnnnnnnngh! Unnnnngh! Yeah, that’s it. Unnnngh!” “Now your turn, Hassan,” says Angel, breathless from the recent breeding. “My friend Randy needs your load. Look in his eyes. He’s living for it. Nothing else matters to him right now but your hot load of mansperm. Don’t let him down. Blast your cum into that perfect ass.” “It’s cumming, fucker,” Hassan gasps, slapping my hips with his big hands as his cock pistons in and out of me in long slippery fuckstrokes. Hassan is the king of longdicking and I love the way it feels, especially with so much manjuice up there already. “You’re getting seeded, dude, whether you want it or not.” “Oh, he wants it,” says Angel. “I want it,” I beg. “Breed me, stud. Knock me up with that hot sperm.” “Aaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!” shouts Hassan, claiming the distinction as my loudest cummer of the night so far. “Aaaagh, aaagh, ughhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuucckkkk, oh fuck oh fuck.” “Soak it all in, Randy,” says Angel grabbing my face and putting his mouth right up to my ear. “Let it seep into you, every microscopic bit of it, make that sperm part of you.” I take Angel’s words to heart. I close my eyes and visualize Hassan’s hot jets of mancum as they blast into me; one rope hitting one asswall, the next hitting the other, the third hitting the roof of my ass-tunnel and the rest shooting straight ahead in several more strong blasts. “I feel it,” I groan. “I feel every pulse. Give it all to me, Hassan, drain those giant nuts.” Hassan falls onto my back with a thud. “Best cum tonight,” he says after catching his breath. “Thanks, man,” I say. “That was even better than I imagined. I knew you were going to be a hot fuck but those long strokes hit places in me I didn’t even know I had.” Angel, Marcus, Hassan and I stand in a circle, caressing each other’s shoulders, back and asses and recovering from the heavy-duty mind/assfuck. I like these guys. I could see the four of us hanging out outside of here; having meals, working out, catching movies, like double-dating except everybody’s fucking everybody and no hole is safe. I glance over Angel’s shoulder at the wall of loads. It’s two-thirds covered in hashmarks. I want to take a photo of the wall before I leave for my Facebook cover page. To the uniformed viewer, it’s just a wall with a bunch of hashmarks on it. But all my Shudder buddies would know it’s all about assloads. I like to imagine my fellow barebackers innocently surfing the web at work, landing on my page and getting a raging hard-on at the thought of Shudder, then leaving the office and whatever work it is they were supposed to be doing, to get their breed on as soon as possible. And if I’m in the neighborhood, I’m more than happy to leave my desk to take their seed.

MAN MEN 7: THE PARTY PART 3 “Is this the stud you were asking me about?” Angel says, his arm around my sweat-soaked shoulder. We’re facing a dirty-hot, totally ripped white guy who’s about my height and age with blue eyes, a shaved head and elaborate tattoo sleeves. He’s wearing a navy blue wrestling singlet embellished with an N2N logo and what looks like months of hard-earned cum stains. The guy grabs my half-hard cock before even uttering a word. “Yeah, it’s him,” the guy says, shooting Angel a sly smile. “It’s totally him. You don’t remember me, do you, Randy?” “I…no, I don’t think so…” I say, sliding my hand up his tatted arm and squeezing his meaty tricep. “High school,” he says. “You didn’t go to my high school,” I scoff. “My school was small and I would have remembered someone like you.” “I lived a few towns over,” he says. “We used to compete against each other at debate tournaments.” “Oh shit, Kenny!” I say, finally placing him. “Kenny, what was your last name?” He answers just as I remember it and we say it simultaneously: “Denton.” “Kenny Fucking Denton,” I say, blown away by this unexpected blast from my past. “Literally Kenny Fucking Denton,” he teases. “That is, if you want it.” “Oh, I want it,” I say. When I reach around to squeeze his Spandex-clad ass, I discover he’s cut a hole in the back of the singlet so he can take cock and cum while getting off on wearing his favorite fetish-gear. “This is so random,” I say to Angel. “You used to have glasses, right?” I ask Kenny. “And hair,” Kenny says, rubbing a hand over his smooth, sexy, bald head. “I was always nervous around you,” I admit to him, “like my palms would sweat and everything. At the time, I told myself it was because we were competing but looking back, I think I was nervous around you because I wanted us to fuck.” “I wanted us to fuck, too,” he says while playing with my nipples. “Remember at the state tournament, we were staying at the same hotel? I invited you for a swim late at night but that tall guy…” “Tip Livingston,” I say. “Yeah, that guy,” says Angel. “He made you stay in your room and prep for the tournament. He totally cock-blocked me.” “Well, he’s not here now,” I say, going in for a deep, wet kiss. He shoves his tongue in my mouth. I practically deep-throat it as I grind my now rockhard cock against his bulge, streaking his shiny singlet with my pre-jizz. “You know, Tip’s a preacher now and he has like eight kids,” I whisper while kissing his ear. “Eight?” he says, shocked. “We have some catching up to do. Wanna knock me up?” “Fuck yes,” I say. “Get into it quick, boys,” advises Angel. “It’s almost Midnight Madness time.” “What’s that?” Kenny and I ask in unison. “It’s a Shudder tradition,” says Angel. “The rule is when the clock strikes midnight, there can be no exposed cocks anywhere in the warehouse, nor can there be any cocks covered up in jocks or slutty little singlets,” he adds squeezing Kenny’s hardening bulge. “So what you’re saying is--?“ says Kenny. “Your cock’s gotta be up an ass or down a throat mouth at midnight,” he clarifies. “Even if you’re bottoming, you gotta get that fuckstick is some lucky fucker’s mouth.” “It’s like Barebacker Jenga,” I joke before taking a look at my watch. “It’s quarter to twelve so I better get this cock in your ass, Kenny.” “It’s about time,” says Kenny, taking me by the hand and leading me back into the throng. “I’ve only wanted it for a few decades. Let’s go breed.” A minute later we were positioned in the center in the sweaty, pulsing Shudder throng. Kenny’s leaned over a fuckbench taking my fuck while sixty-nining Angel who’s on his back getting barefucked by a smooth, bodybuilding Hawaiian fucker with a 9-inch powertool. “Fuck, your ass feels amazing,” I say to Kenny while alternating between teasing his fuck-rim and plowing in deep. “So warm and wet and sloshy. How many loads so far tonight?” He pulls off Angel’s cumstick long enough to say, “You’ll make three.” “Wait a second,” I say. “Who said you were getting my next load?” “Oh, I’m getting it,” he says. “Even if you didn’t want to, my ass wouldn’t let go until it got your seed.” “One minute to Midnight Madness,” boom Ron’s voice-over the loud speaker. “If your cock’s not in a warm wet hole right now, better get it there.” “What happens to those who don’t?” I wonder. “Get fined 20 bucks,” says Angel, pulling off Kenny’s throbbing 7-incher. “Goes toward expenses.” “And remember, gentlemen,” continues Ron over the speaker, “you don’t have to cum right at midnight…but it would be really hot if you all did.” The thought of a simultaneous group cum is so hot that I speed up my fuckstrokes and plow deeper than I’ve plowed so far. “Should we go for it, Kenny?” I ask. “You want to take my seed at midnight?” “Fuck yes,” he says, pulling off Angel’s dick. “Breed me, Randy. Breed me like I wanted you to all those years ago.” “After all this time, we finally agree on something,” I say, my breath catching as I fuck toward orgasm. “You’re getting my load.” “Thirty seconds!” booms Ron over the loudspeaker. I look down and watch, hypnotized, as my hard shiny cock burrows in and out of my old rival’s velvety wet manhole. ‘I’m getting there,’ I think. ‘If I don’t shoot right at midnight, it shouldn’t be too long after.’ I start to daydream that Kenny and I are together on the stage of some high school auditorium but instead of getting our debate trophies—we seemed to switch off, first and second—we were fucking in front of everyone and they were all cheering us on; students and parents and teachers alike. Actually, we weren’t just fucking. We were bareback breeding. “Twenty seconds!” shouts Ron breathlessly. You can tell by the strain in his deep voice that he’s fucking and/or getting fucked, too. No one gets a pass on Midnight Madness. I bend forward to squeeze Kenny’s nipples, hoping that little bit of extra stimulation will send him over the edge and coax him into flooding Angel’s pulsing gullet. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a fat throbbing cockhead pierces through my fuck-ring and slides in balls deep. I have no idea whose cock it is but it’s huge, the biggest dick I’ve taken tonight, maybe ever. Some hot stud with at least ten inches just decided he wanted to celebrate Midnight Madness in my guts. I look up into the mirror above us to see if I recognize him. Dark hair, lean muscular bod and wait, is that a Superman tattoo on his left pec? It is! Holy shit, it’s one of my ultimate pornstar fantasy fuckers, Lito Cruz. I didn’t even know he was in the building and now he’s in my ass. Oh my fucking god, I’m going to cum so fucking hard. “10…9…8…” says Ron, starting the countdown to midnight. You can hear the sighs, groans and ball-slaps start to build to a crescendo all over the room. Lito starts to double-time his fuckstrokes and as a result, I pound into Kenny with newfound abandon. It’s like I’m on some kind of carnival ride that I’m powerless to control. All I can do is hang on and enjoy the ride. And then all around the room, you start to can hear it; barebackers of every size, shape, age and color orgasming, breeding, shuddering at the same time. “I’m going to load you up, Kenny Denton!” I gasp. “Lito Cruz is going to fuck the cum right up my hard shaft and into your sloppy, hungry hole. You want it, fucker? You want my cum?” Without coming off Angel’s shooting dick, Kenny groans affirmatively. It’s a groan full of longing and desperation, like he doesn’t just want my jizz, he needs it. He needs it to fucking live. “Take it, fucker!” I say as my ropes start to whitewash the battered walls of his already cum-drenched ass. Scores of men all around us are groaning, too, writhing in pulse-pounding ecstasy as spunk gets shot and swapped everywhere. “Ungh…ungh…unghh…unnnnngh…UNNNGH!” I collapse on top of Kenny’s sweaty back, having poured everything sperm cell I had left in my balls into the ravenous ass of my old high school nemesis. Most of the fuckstuds around us shot, too, and were either savoring the mouthloads or churning up the assloads. There wasn’t much cum to be seen in the room—99% of it was shot straight inside waiting mouths and fuckholes—but you could still smell the fresh rush of mancum in the air. It’s like everyone in the building came within ten seconds of each other. Everyone, that is except my fucker, Lito Cruz who had yet to unload and was now pounding into my ass with newfound abandon. I look into the mirror and he’s looking up at me with a devilish smile, like this was his plan all along, to hold out so we could be the center of attention. It’s like he just needed a little more encouragement before blasting his fuckjuice in me and the rest of the room were happy to supply it, shouting things like, “Sperm him up, Lito!” “Do it, fucker, do it!” “Flood his guts, stud!” At this point, it’s like I leave my body for a second and I’m looking down from above as my shiny, muscular body gets mercilessly pounded by one of the hottest, horniest fuckstuds I had ever seen in my life. And while I get ready to take his breed, I’m surrounded by hundreds of freshly spent spunkswappers who all want the same thing as I do: They want Lito Cruz to shoot his milky white babies deep, deep, deep into my ass-tunnel. But none of them want it more than me. “Breed me, Lito. Breed my ass with that giant supercock. Please, I need it. Mark me deep, fucker! Do it! Do it!” “Here it comes, fucker!” he growls. “I’m getting close.” “Seed him…seed him!” Angel starts to chant and soon the rest of the room are chanting with him. “Seed him…seed him….seed him!” My old friend Kenny doesn’t join in the chanting. Instead he gets up on his knees so we’re eye to eye, grabs my face in his hands, smiles slyly, then opens his mouth to reveal the chunkly, hot load of manjuice he just took from Angel. Then right as Fuck God Lito Cruz starts to erupt in my ass, Kenny smashes his cum-filled mouth on top of mine and we share a load that just came straight from the tap of the man who brought me here and changed my life, Angel. My sense’s go into overload; between the taste of Angel’s sweet cumload in Kenny’s mouth, the smell of sweat, leather, poppers and jizz that permeates the whole room, the sound of a boisterous, deep-voiced crowd cheering us on, the sight in the overhead mirror of Lito’s head thrown back in ecstasy as he marks me as his, and lastly, the feeling inside me as separate jolts of Lito’s manjuice shoot from his cock and saturate my insides. It’s all too fucking much for one stud to take. I zero in on Lito’s Superman tattoo heaving in the overhead mirror. That’s the last thing I see before I pass out.

MAC MEN 6: THE PARTY 2 I’m thinking I want to give Hassan my first load of the party—I loved sucking his thick 7” cock while Marcus was breeding me—and now I want to get my cock inside him. But when I look over to where I left him, he’s taking cock from a beefy leather-stud with a 70’s porn-stache. Their eyes are both closed in ecstasy. This is obviously going to end in breeding but maybe not right away. I decide to walk around and take it all in for a while. I’m anxious to drop my first load of my first Shudder but who should get it? I guess I’ll know when I see it. I find myself drawn to a group of three studs, connected cock to ass in a train, all blonde, all hot, all lost in the fuck. The bottoming barebacker is early 20’s, the middle stud who’s giving cock and taking it is in his 30’s and the golden god fucking him is in his 40’s. “Fucking hot,” I say to the 40’s stud when he glances over at me. “You gonna breed him?” The stud in the middle answers for him. “Yes!” he gasps, desperate to take seed. “You flood my ass and my load will shoot right out into him.” “Fuck yes,” says the kid in front. God, his voice sounds young. “Breed me.” The back cocksman picks up the pace of his fuckstrokes but I can tell that he’s not quite there yet. I can also tell by how distended his nipples are that he likes them played with. I lick my lips, walk up behind him, rest my hard cock in his crack and start playing with his nipples. “Unnnngh yessss,” he groans as I kiss his neck. “That’s what I need, yeahhhh.” I’m going to tweak and talk that load of balljuice right out of his sac and into the middle breeder’s cumhole. I grind my cock in his crack, play with his rock hard nips and say right into his ear, “The guy taking your dick right now needs something from you, he needs it to live.” My studfucker arches back into me and sighs, letting me know he likes where I’m going with this. “You know that that is?” I ask. “My cum,” he says, softly between fuckgasps. “That’s why you’re here,” I say. “That’s why you have a cock, a fat throbbing cock that turns to rock every time you see a hot ass. You’re going to turn that stud’s ass-channel into a fucking river of cumjuice. He’s going to feel the heat first, then the wetness, and then he’s going to fire his own seed into the kid on who’s on his cock. That kid barely looks old enough to buy beer but he doesn’t need beer. What does he need?” “He needs cum,” he says. “Which is what you’re about to unload,” I say, “and you’re going to feel every rope of cum as it courses through your shaft.” “Oh God,” the fucker gasps. “So do it,” I say softly, then get louder and louder. “Do it. Breed him. Breed him. Breed him.” “Breed me!” shouts the middle stud. “Oh God, cum in my ass,” cries the hairless fucker in front. It’s young and whiny, like he needs cum so much he’s almost in tears. “I’m….I’m…” the fucker in front of me gasps. “Do it, fucker….do what you were born to do!” I command him. “Cumminggggg,” he groans, shuddering over the back of the fucker in front of him. I lean over with him keeping my fingers working his nipples. “I’m shooting my load into you. Take it, fucker!” “I can feel it,” says the fuckee. “Now breed me!” says the twink in front. I look at his face, contorted in lust and need, and imagine that even though he’s of legal age, he still lives with his parents. I picture his cell phone in the locker room, lighting up with texts from mom saying, “Where are you? Worried. You okay?” I fantasize about texting back, “You’re son’s more than okay. He’s on cloud fucking nine because he’s about to get his asswalls whitewashed with hot sticky man-cum. He lives to take cum. You took sperm to make him, now he’s going to take it, just because he fucking loves it and needs it and has been thinking about it from the time he was old enough to shoot his own sperm in that bedroom you decorated with the Star Wars sheets…” “My load…” gasps the middle fucker. “My load’s racing through me. Here it cums, fucker. Get ready. Uuuuuunghhhhh. Unghhhh. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. It’s still coming….Unnnnnghhhhhhhhhh.” “Don’t stop!” yells the twink. “Keep shooting! I want every fucking…oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum without touching myself.” I yank my hands out from between the two back studs and rush around to the front of the train, sliding onto my leather-clad knees in front of the kid with my mouth wide open. The first salvo hits my upper lip. The second hits the back of my throat just as I engulf his throbbing young cock. I turn on the suction to make his cum more intense. “Aaaaaaggghhh,” he wails in a sweet mixture of agony and ecstasy. God, his voice is so young and tender, just like his sweet, pink cum-filled ass. Six more spurts fill my mouth. I want to swallow them all in one delicious gulp but I don’t. Shudder’s mainly about assloads so a fresh mouthful of boyjizz is a bit of a novelty. The least I could do is share. I stand up and look the trio I just watched unload. I let a little of the boy’s cum ooze from my lips. The back stud whose nipples I raped inches out his tongue. He wants a taste. I walk over to him, tilt the stud’s head back, then hover over him and let the kid’s white hot load ooze right into his open mouth. Everyone around us who’s watching groans their approval. While there’s still a bit left on my tongue, I pull him up to meet my mouth and we seal our snowball with some deep cummy kissing. Neither of us swallow just yet, wanting to enjoy the fresh boycum a bit longer. Back stud pulls away from me to give the twink a mouthful of his own sweet jizz and I turn to the stud in the middle and smile with my mouth closed. He pulls me in close and uses his long hot tongue to slip between my lips and get whatever’s left of the hot sweet cum he fucked into my mouth. The four of us face each other and continue to make out and come down from the cum-rush—I got a rush, too, even if I didn’t actually cum. As the two younger fuckers head to the cum wall to make their load-marks I say to the older stud, “Hope you didn’t mind, I kind of crashed your scene.” “Are you fucking kidding?” he says, squeezing my hard cock. “I came way harder because of you.” Though I’m rock hard and desperate to plant my first batch of seed, I need to piss so I wind my way through the throng of sweaty, barebackers to the men’s room. I can’t believe how much the whole place smells like cum. It’s overwhelming. As I turn the corner into the bathroom first thing I see is a spectacular ass in an Addicted jockstrap facing a urinal. I know this ass. I’ve ogled this particular ass before but where? In a porn video maybe? My eyes trail up the man’s hairy, tatted back to his head, which sports a Mohawk that’s halfway grown back in. I know this fucker. He’s a go-go boy I’ve seen shaking his ass at some of the local clubs. In fact, I think I tipped him before. In his 30’s and covered with dark wiry hair, this buff otter may work a go-go boy but he’s all man. And that bubble butt is a fucking work of art; high and tight with a light dusting of dark hair all over it. If the way he dances is any indication, that ass can work a cock like there’s no tomorrow. I let my cock lead the way to the urinal next to him. “How’s it going?” I say. “Good,” he says. “Just got here. How is it in there?” “It’s fucking incredible,” I say, “but this is my first Shudder so I don’t have anything to compare it to. I feel like my fucking head’s about to explode.” He looks over at me and smiles. He’s got a sexy fucking smile, brown bedroom eyes and dark beard and mustache framing his thick cocksucking lips. “I’ve seen you,” he says. “I’ve seen you dance before,” I say. “I wanted to tip you one time but I lost my nerve. This was a while ago when I wasn’t as confident.” “I don’t bite,” he says. “I’m Rafi.” “Randy,” I say, then look down at my cock. “Damn, I need to piss but my dick won’t go down. I’ve been here a while but I haven’t, um, unburdened myself yet and I feel like it’s clouding my brain. There we go,” I say as my piss finally starts flowing. “What were you waiting for?” he asks. “The right guy,” I say, looking into his eyes. Rafi smiles, finishes pissing then goes to wash his hands. I’m afraid he’s going to leave the bathroom before I finish and I’m going to lose him in the crowd. But after he dries his hands he comes back, stands with his back behind me, then reaches around and cups my balls. “How full are these babies?” Rafi asks. “Four. Fucking. Days,” I say. “Fuck yes,” says Rafi. “I want it.” I finish pissing, turn to face Rafi and we start making out right there. He’s exactly my height so our tongues slip into each other’s mouths easily. “Mmmmm,” he says. “I taste cum.” “Guilty,” I say with a shrug. “Whose?” he asks. “I’m not exactly sure,” I admit. “That’s Shudder,” he says and starts kissing me again. “Excuse me,” says a voice from behind us. We look over and see a sweat soaked stud in rubber shorts waiting to use the urinal. “Sorry,” I say, with a laugh then go to the sink and wash my hands. While I lather them up, Rafi stands behind me and plays with my hole still which is slick from Marcus’s jizzload. “Ooh, you little slut. Can’t wait till mine’s a cummed-up mess, too. Let’s go.” Rafi takes my hand and leads me back through the party, like two high schoolers walking onto the dance floor at prom. The sex frenzy in the room has gotten even louder and more primal than it was a few minutes ago, if that’s possible. A lot of studs are on their second loads and we all know those are often louder and more intense than Load 1. Rafi walks a bit ahead of me and I can see other studs checking out his ass as he passes and then shooting me a look that says, “You lucky fucker.” “Perfect timing,” Rafi says, as a freshly-bred bottom and his boybreeder climb off a large square leather ottoman, leaving a trail of cum to catch the light. “This is my favorite spot. I call it the Fuck Square.” As Rafi pulls me down onto the square with him, my ass and lower back squish in puddles of cum that were left by who knows how many fucks. “Check that out,” Rafi says pointing to the ceiling. Hanging above us is a large mirror. I look at myself, limbs tangled up with Rafi, my dick rock hard and shiny with pre-jizz, Rafi’s purple cockhead sticking out of the top of his Nasty Pig jockstrap. Fuck, we look sexy, all primed for breeding, surrounded by other sweaty studs who have that same insatiable need to breed. Rafi crawls up between my legs and takes my cock down his throat in one gulp. I see his head bobbing up and down in the mirror but what I can’t take my eyes off is his amazing ass, the ass I’ve watched dance on top of boxes at bars but never imagined I’d get to touch, let alone drill and fill. A tatted-up Latin stud approaches us and grabs Rafi’s ass but he politely rebuffs him. “Sorry, man, this seat is taken,” he quips, jutting his scruffy chin toward me then taking me down his throat again in one gulp. “Oh fuck, I’m too close, Rafi. Come off,” I gasp. Rafi crawls up my body and kisses me deep, his tongue snaking into my mouth, his full beard scraping against my face. “Let’s fuck already,” he whispers. “Sit on it,” I whisper back. With me still on my back, Rafi straddles my waist and positions is perfect ass over my throbbing cock. I focus on my face in the mirror as Rafi dips up and down, kissing my leaky cockhead with his asslips. With each dip he goes a bit deeper until finally the head pops in. “Oh,” he says, a look of boyish surprise on his face. His eyes get wider as he inches down on my cock. Fuck, his ass feels so good. When he hits bottom he tosses his head back and I look up into the mirror to see his eyes closed in ecstasy. He opens them and looks at my face in the mirror. “You ready for a ride, Randy?” he asks. “Fuck yeah,” I say. Rafi starts going to town on my cock. While he rides it, I smile at the reflection and think, ‘A few months ago, I’d be spending Saturday night at home, watching TV or at some boring dinner party. Now, I’m out with the bad boys, fucking the hot go-go dancer I’ve been lusting after for months, the one with the perfect ass, and he’s hellbent on taking my sperm. This is too fucking much.’ “You’re ass is even hotter from the inside,” I tell him. He pivots around so he can face me while he rides my cock. “God, this is just what I needed,” he says, rubbing my pecs as I fuck up into him. “All night I was dancing on that box, thinking, I can’t wait to get out of here so I can get fucked.” “And bred?” I ask. “Of course,” he says. “Always. Right, Randy?” “Right,” I say. I lean up to kiss Rafi and while keeping my cock inside him. I feel my balls start to pull up so I flip him onto his back so I can really pound my seen into him. With each down stroke, Rafi gasps, “Fuck.” He pulls his thick 7-incher out of his sweaty jock and I watch it bounce and drool on his tight, hairy belly. As our pace builds a small crowd forms around us. Two bottoming studs lean forward onto the Fuck Square as they take cock from behind, kiss each other and suck on Rafi’s hairy pecs. “Most go-go boys tease but don’t deliver,” I say. “But you’re not like that, are you?” “No,” he moans. “I know that my body, my ass is meant to be shared. It’s what I need, too.” “I can tell, fucker,” I say, scooping a glob of pre-cum from his cockhead and shoving into his mouth for a kiss. “Give me what I came for, Randy,” pants Rafi. “You came for cum, right?” I ask. “Yes,” he says. “Thick, white, sticky sperm, right?” “Yes.” “Where?” “In my ass. In my hot, hungry ass.” Reaching the point of no return, I look over and catch the eye of the other two tops. I nod. They nod. This is going to be a three-way breeding, right here on this black leather fuckbench. “Do it, fucker,” demands Rafi. “Breed me!” I piston faster in and out of his ass, my chaps slapping against his illustrious buttcheeks and my nuts boil over. “You’re going to get it!” I warn him. “My four day load, man. I’m blasting it up your ass right….fucking…now!” “Yes, oh yes!” shouts Rafi. “Give me every fucking drop.” “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, too!” groans the top on my right. “I’m filling you up, boy,” shouts the top on my left. “Take my seed, boy!” All three of our heads arch back at once as we unleash our scalding fuckloads. I’ve never felt a cumblast like this in my life, scorching hot, like my cum was actually on fire. Each salvo feels massive as it rushes up my cumtube and into Rafi’s fucktunnel. “Oh God, I feel it! It’s so hot, Randy. Keep pounding. Don’t stop fucking it all in.” I try to count the salvos but I lose track at six. I think there had to be at least ten. Four days worth of my sperm just poured into Rafi, the gogo boy and now I was going to be inside him forever. I collapse onto Rafi’s chest, practically passing out. After we both come down from the fuck, he pulls my face up to his and kisses me sweetly. “Thank you, Randy,” he says. “That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had here. And that load felt huge. And thick.” “Let’s see,” I say. My cock slides out of his hole with a plop. I pull his legs up and lick his hole. There’s a faint taste of cum but no huge globs. “I must have shot really deep,” I say. “Hold on,” he says…and then he lets it go. Fuck, it’s thick and hot and so so white. I savor the way it looks seeping out of his hole knowing I sacrificed cumming for days for it. Then just as it’s about to slide down his crack onto the bench I dive down and lap it up with one long tongue stroke. Fuck, it’s sweet. I climb back up his body and snowball the cum back and forth in deep, sticky kisses. “So good,” he moans. “I’m sure there’s more in there,” I say. “But let’s leave for lube for the next fucker.” “That’s if I can even get up,” laughs Rafi. “I nearly passed out when you unloaded in me.” When I get to the Wall of Loads to add mine to the tally, Angel happens to be there, too, making his latest mark. “I’m load 99,” he says, handing me the marker. “Looks like you’ll be lucky 100.” “Fuck,” I say marveling at the rows of hash marks in front of me. “That’s a fuckload of cum.” I make my mark, then turn back to face the room full of rutting fuckstuds. Even though I just shot my wad, my cock starts to harden again. “Come with me,” says Angel taking my hand. “I got someone I want you to meet.” TO BE CONTINUED.

MAC MEN 5: THE SHUDDER PARTY 1 That night, I strip down to my sluttiest kick-around-the-house Sub4 shorts, cut the tags off my sexy new gear and lay it all out of my bed. As I walk from room to room, Ron’s load seeps from my ass and I just let it. When I feel it getting close to dripping onto the floor, I take my fingers, scoop some up and bring it to my lips. So fucking tasty. I get a text from Angel. HIM: “You were on fire today, Randy. I get so boned watching you fuck, seeing you evolve into the no-apologies cumswapper you were born to be.” ME: Aw, blushing. HIM: Meant to send you this before. Forgot. I open the attachment. It’s the video Angel took after our first fuck when his load was leaking from my ass. It’s only 15 seconds long but I’m rock hard by the time I get to the end of it. I can’t believe how white Angel’s load is. And how huge. A big glob comes out first, and then a much smaller glob. You think that’s it but then the biggest, whitest glob of all oozes out and slides down my crack onto the crusty mattress. You hear Angel say, “Atta boy, way to take that load,” and then the clip ends. I text him back. ME: Jesus H, that was hot. And your cum is so thick and white. You’re like Liquid Paper Cum Man. HIM: LOL. 3 Days Till Shudder. How you feeling? ME: Excited. Anxious. Probably won’t sleep the night before. HIM: You gotta try to. You’ll need your energy. And try to hold off cumming till then. Wanna make sure your first Shudder load is a massive one. ME: Geez, that’ll be hard. I’m kind of a breeding machine at this point. LOL. HIM: You laugh but I already got a few friends that want to swap seed with you. I’ve kind of been bragging. ME: Wow. Blows my mind. HIM: Wanna meet at my place and ride together on Saturday? ME: Sure. You afraid I’ll chicken out? HIM: No, just want to walk in with you. Watch the heads turn, watch your face…your cock react...your hole…and then unleash the Frankenstein monster I’ve created on the world. ME: LOL. Fuck, ur 2 much. For the next two days, I can hardly think about anything but Shudder. Angel texts me regular updates. “Just passed 150 RSVPs…lots of new meat…super hotties…gonna be epic.” Two days before the party, I run into Bryan from the gym storeroom at a coffeehouse. He says he has a family obligation that night but hopes to show up later. We have a nice chat about nothing really but there’s something extraordinary about the interaction—an intangible intimacy—that I’m sure is born out of the fact that we bred each other. If we hadn’t swapped seed but just hooked up, it wouldn’t be the same. Call it the insemination effect. I see Ron from Skin2Skin the next day at the gas station and it’s the same feeling. I get the Bareback Brotherhood thing now. The connection is special because we left some of ourselves inside the other man. Perhaps left is too gentle a word. Blasted is better. We blasted some of ourselves inside the other man. I work out extra hard the day before Shudder, to make sure I look my best, and also to exhaust myself so I can get a good night’s sleep before the party. My workouts have paid off and I’ve never felt better about my body than I do right now. Before heading home, I hear two well-built studs—one black, one Middle Eastern--chatting in the locker room about something happening “tomorrow night, what time are you getting there, gonna be hot,” etc. And I make a point to smile at them in the mirror as I walk out. Part of me wants to engage them but knowing how things have been going lately, we’d all just end up breeding and I’m saving it for the party. Joking. Sort of. That night, I sleep longer than I’m hoping to. In the morning, I lay in bed and channel surf. Every hot guy that comes up on the screen I imagine running into later at Shudder. Finally, I turn off the TV, pack the gear I want to wear into a backpack, throw on a wife beater and some Nasty Pig nylon sweats--no underwear, of course--and head over to Angel’s. With an hour to go before the party, Angel and I take a shower together and clean out, our cocks hard and throbbing most of the time. “It is so hard not to back up on you right now,” I say. “There’s no way I’m letting you do that,” he says, pushing me away. “I’ll last all of ten seconds in you, man, and I want to save it for the party.” “What’s the most times you’ve ever come at one party?” I ask. “Four, I think,” he says. “Gonna try and top that tonight.” As we ride to the venue, Angel pops in Oscars fuck-mix CD—sperm me, sperm me, sperm me--and the butterflies in my stomach kick in big time, just imagining what the next two, four, eight hours are going to hold. My mind flashes through a series of images: my cock sliding into a perfect hole, my head thrown back in ecstasy, a pair of rugged hands grabbing the waistband of my chaps and pulling me back onto a steel hard cock, my eyes rolling back as the black guy from the gym slides his dick inside me, looking across the room as I’m fucking the Middle Eastern guy and seeing Angel taking a load from Drew Sebastion, something he’s wanted to do for months. “What’re you thinking right now?” Angel asks. “I was imagining watching you take a load from Drew Sebastion tonight,” I say. “That’s what I was thinking, too,” he says, laughing. “My heart is kind of racing,” I admit. “So is mine,” he admits. “Even though this is far from my first party, I just get really excited, not just because I get to live out my fantasies, but because I help created this thing. I want it to go well and I’m proud because I know how fucking hot it is, how amazing it is for fuckers like us to come together like this.” “I think that’s exactly what Walt Disney said on the opening day of Disneyland.” Angel and I share a laugh and he pulls into the parking lot. There are already a few cars there. “No traffic at all from San Fran,” says a leather-clad stud I recognize as Damon Dogg. “This is going to be a good one.” “We’ll be opening the doors in a few minutes,” says Angel, leading me in a side door. “Hang tight, fellas.” Ron’s already inside, wearing his cummed-up lifeguard shorts, a harness and combat boots. We help him with some last minute touches; positioning mirrors and mattresses, putting bottles of lube around the space. I notice a red and black leather fuck bench in one part of the room and while Ron and Angel hang the last sling, I climb upon the bench and stick my nylon covered butt in the air. I hang my head down, imagining that I’m about to take a hot dick and then bring my head up suddenly, like I just got impaled. It’s then that I see someone’s spray painted on the wall in front of me; “# 1 Rule of Shudder: The seed goes inside.” “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” says Ron, who snuck up behind me. “Oh yeah,” I say. While Ron goes to open the doors, Angel and I head into a changing room in the back and get into our gear for the party. Angel wears a leather harness, armband and rubber shorts that zip all the way up the ass. I put on my new leather chaps, harness, cockring, leather armbands and black boots. Angel stands in front of me and we grab each other by the harness and pull in for a hot deep kiss. “God, I’m fucking nervous,” I say. “You’re fucking hard, too” Angel says, grinding his crotch on my cock. “Look, do whatever you want out there, Randy. I just want you to have a good experience.” “Thanks, Angel. You changed my life, man.” “That’s what I try to do,” he says, with a shrug. “One cumslut at a time.” When we emerge from the changing room, the place looks totally different. The lights are dimmer but not so dim that you can’t see who’s in front of you. Someone’s already busted out some poppers, I can smell them. And at first, I think they’re playing Oscar’s fuck-mix CD because I’m hearing groaning and calls to, “Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, breed him,” and then I realize that it’s live, not Memorex. Ron is on the fuckbench I was on earlier getting his asshole plundered by a Italian looking muscle bear in leather. A few other studs stand around watching and jerking their cocks. Some sucking and jerking is happening, too, but so far Ron’s the only one taking a fuck. “You want some of this?” the Italian bear asks me. I didn’t expect him address me, of all the guys around. “Um—“ “Look, your dick is drooling,” he points out. So it is. “You don’t have to breed if you’re not ready yet, but let’s use that pre-come to get him more juiced up for me. Ron tries to take the first breed of the party because then he has to be back at the door for when the big rush of guys get here.” The bear pulls me in toward Ron’s ass, grabs my dick and smoothes my pre-come all over Ron’s hole. Then he stands behind me and shoves me in. “Oh fuck,” I gasp. “It’s so fucking hot.” “You must be Randy,” the muscle bear says to me, tweaking my nipples from behind as I start to fuck Ron. “I’m Frank. Angel’s told me about you.” “Ungh…Nice to meet you…ugnhh,” I gasp as Ron’s ass sucks my cock in and out, over and over again. I turn to the side to check in with Angel, but his face is down eating out the perfect ass of a gorgeous 25-ish Latino who’s laid back in a sling. “You want to breed Ron?” asks Frank. “It’s so good,” I say. The truth is, I’ve bred Ron already and I’d rather save my first load of Shudder for a new fuckbud. “I’m just getting going,” I say. “Maybe you should drop the first load.” “Somebody fucking cream me soon,” Ron says laughing. “I gotta get back to door duty.” “You got it, fucker,” says Frank, before pulling me out and shoving his 8-inch prong back into Ron’s hot hole. “Eat my ass while I fuck him, Randy,” says Frank, firmly. “I have a feeling that hot tongue of yours will make me shoot huge.” I don’t even think twice about it. I slide my arms down Frank’s back, grab onto his thighs and do my best to tongue his pucker while he plows Ron’s ass. “Oh yeah, Randy,” he groans. “Get that tongue up in there.” Frank stops the relentless in and out and grinds his hips in circles, allowing my tongue to slither inside his hairy manhole. From this position, I have a close-up view of his cum-filled nuts. As he goes from grinding back to pistoning, I hear his breath get heavier. His nuts start to pull up. He’s about to blow. The men around us notice Frank’s breath change. “Flood him!” says one man. “Send him back up front with your seed seeping out of him,” says another. “I’m gonna…” gasps Frank. “I gonna…I’m fucking BREEEEEED-ing you, stud. Take my huge load. Take it.” “I can feel it, stud,” moans Ron. “Rope after rope after fucking rope. I want it all.” Frank slows his pounding down. I’m sitting on the floor. My face is Frank’s sweaty ass, watching his balls contract as he releases his seed. I steal a look down at my cock. I can’t believe how hard it is. Frank’s about to pull his cum cannon out of Ron’s ass and I have a choice. I can lick it clean, dive right into Ron’s hole or none of the above. I’ve never really felched anyone before but suddenly, all I want to do is eat Frank’s load out of Ron’s fuckhole. Frank slides his long cock out of Ron and right onto my face where a streak of his cum coats my lips like a balm. I open my mouth and Frank sinks his cock down my throat in one long stroke, then pulls it out and shoves my face in Ron’s cummy ass. “Taste my seed,” he insists. And I do. It’s so fucking sweet. I go to town on Ron’s fuckhole for a minute or so and then he pulls away and stands up. He nearly falls because he’s so weak-kneed from taking the fuck. “I got you,” I say, catching him. “I have to go relieve Oscar at the door,” he says. “Where’s Frank? I want to thank him for the cumload.” I jut my chin to a plain white wall. Frank stands in front of it, uncorks a thick black marker and writes a single hash mark on the wall. “So we’re keeping a tally?” I ask. “Yeah,” says Ron. “Last time we had around a hundred men here and we hit 346 loads but I know we’re going to do better tonight. So you see anyone here you want to breed yet?” Ron asks. I look around at the room that now has about 20 guys in various states of undress, sucking, fucking, getting fucked and in the case of Angel, breeding the Latin stud in the sling. “Aaaaaaggghhhhh, take my fucking spunk!” he groans. “Milk it with your boy-ass. Yeah, suck that cum into your hole.” God, I’ve seen Angel cum hard before but this orgasm is spectacular and seems to go on and on. “What were you saying, Ron?” I say, absently stroking my cock. “I was asking you if there’s anyone here you want to breed,” he says. “I can honestly say, looking around, that I would swap spunk with any of the men here.” “That include me?” I turn around and see a pair of vaguely familiar faces. It’s the black guy and the Middle Eastern guy from my gym. They’re wearing Nasty pig jockstraps in different colors and their muscles are pumped and glistening. “I’m Marcus and this is Hassan,” says the black guy. “I’m Randy,” I say, moving in close to them. We’re all three the same height, which is hot for some reason. I open my mouth and they both stick they’re tongues in from either side. The three of us make-out and for a while but then Hassan breaks away and says, “Let’s find a fuckspot.” Marcus snakes a finger into my hole and says, “I think I found my fuckspot, right here.” We survey the room for a good spot but most of the furniture is taken. Just then, on a leather covered mattress in a corner of the room, two different tops blast their bottoms full of cum at the exact same time, like bookends. It’s so fucking hot. The studs at Shudder cum loud and hard, making sure they let everyone know when they’re seeding an ass. That’s part of what makes the parties so hot. Watching other studs breed is almost as exciting as planting seed and getting bred yourself. The foursome on the mattress untangle themselves and go to make their marks on the wall. We’re up to 10 and the party’s been going maybe twenty minutes. Hassan and Marcus lead me to the now vacant fuckbed. The three of us get on our knees on the bed and kiss each other. We jerk each other’s cocks then reach our hands around to play with each other’s asses. I feel Marcus start to open me up with his fingers while I do the same to Hassan. Marcus pulls my head down onto his throbbing 9-inch prong and I start to suck for all I’m worth. Hassan takes my dick in his mouth and soon, we’re in a sucking triangle. Hassan’s full lips going up and down on my shaft gets me close to cumming in no time flat. I jerk out of his mouth suddenly. “Something wrong?” he asks. “No, not at all, you’re so fucking hot,” I say. “It’s just that this is my first Shudder party and I was getting really close and I really came here to breed and get bred. Nothing turns me on more than that and as pretty as that mouth of yours is, I’d rather blast my spunk up your ass.” I turn to Marcus. “Or up your ass. God, you’re both so fucking hot.” “Have you taken a load yet?” Marcus asks, while playing with my hole. “No, not here,” I say. “I want to cum in you,” he says simply. “I’ve wanted to for a while.” Then he says it again, simply, “I want to cum in you.” “You’ve seen me before?” I ask. “Oh yes, a number of times,” Marcus says, while pushing me onto my back on the mattress. Hassan kneels behind my head and pulls my legs up over my shoulders. “Really?” I ask. “How about I tell you all about it once I’m in you?” says Marcus. “Okay,” I say, nodding. I look through my leather-covered legs and see this incredible caramel-colored stud with a throbbing nine-inch fuckstick looking down into my eyes. Then he smiles and goes down to eat my ass. While Marcus rims my hole gets me ready for his fuck, I look around the room. It’s now packed with 100 or so barebackers and almost all of them are fucking or getting fucked. A few are sucking cock, some are kissing or jerking their cocks, but 90 percent of them have a dick up their ass or are plunging their dicks up someone else’s ass. And every 30 seconds or so, a fuckstud announces that he’s blasting and then he lets loose with his spunk inside some lucky hole and the studs around him cheer him on. It’s even hotter than I fucking imagined it would be. When I turn back to Marcus, his face is inches in front of mine. He kisses me, softly at first and then more deeply. God, he’s an amazing kisser. While we kiss hungrily, I feel his drooling cockhead poke at my hole. “I’m going inside you now, Randy,” he says. “If I go too fast or if it starts to hurt, let me know but I’m not going to pull out of you. I came here to breed tonight. More specifically, I came here to breed you tonight.” About half of Marcus’s cock is inside me now. “That’s true, Randy,” says Hassan. “He won’t shut up about it.” “Oh my God,” I say, just as I feel Marcus’s balls touch down on my cheeks. “I’m all in now, Randy,” whispers Marcus getting nose to nose with me. “While you get used to my cock, I’ll tell you where I’ve seen you. You take the Tuesday / Thursday morning spinning class, right?” “Yeah, but I’ve never seen you in there,” I say as I feel Marcus slowly grind into me. “I would remember a hot fucker like you.” “I can’t take it because I have to leave for work before it’s over,” he says. “But a number of times, I’ve jogged on the treadmill outside the spinning room and watched your ass in those Spandex shorts go up and down on that bike seat. I could barely jog, my dick would start to get hard, wondering if you were gay, which I was pretty sure you were, and wondering if you took cum, which I had no idea about.” “Guess you got your answer now,” I say. “And a couple times I jacked off on the way to work, thinking about your ass in those shiny blue shorts. I imagined that you picked blue instead of black because they were a little bit flashier and you liked calling attention to your ass because you were a big cumtaker and you wanted people to know it.” “Guilty,” I say. Marcus picks up the pace of his fuck strokes. We both start talking and just fuck for a minute or so. “Anything else I should know about you?” “Just that I haven’t cum in a week,” says Marcus. “Holy fuck,” I groan. I close my eyes. The chitchat stops and Marcus continues to pick up the tempo of his fuckstrokes. I can feel his mushroom cockhead scraping against my prostate, making my rockhard cock bounce up and down on my stomach. “Oh my God, fuck me Marcus. You’ve been watching that ass, huh? Well, now it’s yours. Yours to fuck and yours to flood with that giant 7-day load.” Again, I close my eyes to focus on the pleasure Marcus’s hot cock is giving to my hungry ass. When I open them, I see Angel looking down on me. Behind him is his fantasy man—and frankly, one of mine, too—Drew Sebastian gently fucking Angel’s ass. “Take the fuck, buddy,” says Angel. “Use your ass and work for that jizz. You’re about to get your first Shudder cumload.” “And it’s going to be huge,” growls Marcus. Drew starts a chant that Hassan and Angel and about twenty strangers join in on, “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “I’m getting close, stud,” warns Marcus. “You work out that ass so hard just for this, right? That Spandex ass is living for this, right?” “Yes, Marcus!” I wail. “Sperm up my guts. Fill me up with your scalding hot man jizz. I need it so fucking bad.” “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “I’m cumminnngggg!” he bellows, locking eyes with me through my leather-clad legs. I watch his face shudder and convulse and his eyes get wider as the first rope bursts out of his cockhead and into my fuck-channel. I don’t close my eyes. I want to watch his face contort, his chest heave, his neck tighten as he unloads that 7 day cum-load up my hole. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, too.” I know that voice. It’s Drew Sebastian. As Angel prepares to take his dream man’s seed he leans his face down to mine and kisses me. “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “It’s going to happen,” I tell him. “Drew Sebastian is about to cum in you. Soak it in, fucker.” “Unghhh, uunnngh, uuunnnghh,” Drew wails as he paints my friend’s asswalls with his famous fuckjuice. “I’m still shooting!” gasps Marcus as he continues to pound his load into me. “I’m still fucking shooting!” “I can feel it, stud,” I gasp as Marcus collapses onto my chest, his ass still convulsing as the dregs of his massive load ooze their way through his shaft and into my guts where they belong. I reach down and feel where Marcus’s still hard cock is going in and lean into his ear. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Now whenever you see this hot ass at the gym, you’ll know you own it, that there’s some of you deep, deep inside it.” When Marcus and I walk to the wall to make our cum mark, we’re the 25th load of the evening. Drew and Angel are 26. And Shudder’s only been going for 45 minutes. This is the most sexually exciting experience of my life and I haven’t even bred anyone…yet.

MAC MEN 4: GEARING UP (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) A few days after my loadswap with Bryan at the gym, Angel picks me up in his Jeep to go buy some gear. On the way to the leather store, I tell him all about my seeding adventure with Bryan in the gym storeroom. “I loved watching him cum while trying not to scream out,” I say. “I’m going to be replaying that moment in my mind for years. It was like a performance.” “As it should be,” says Angel. Angel pulls up in front of the leather store, the appropriately named Skin2Skin and parks. “I’m proud of you, Randy,” he says. “For breeding that stud in the store room at the gym, man, and taking his load, too. And thanks for letting me know that room is there. I might have to make use of it myself sometime.” “I want more,” I say. Angel turns to me and smiles. “A cum junkie is born,” he says, laughing. “Have you done this with other guys?” I wonder. “Done what?” he asks. “Taken them under your wing like this.” “Not like you,” he insists. “I’ve never propositioned a client at the computer store before, like I did to you. I try to keep it professional at work, believe it or not. But there was something about you. I thought you were hot, yeah, but it was more than that. I felt like it was my duty to corrupt you, that that was something that needed to happen.” Hearing all this makes me feel amazing. I give his beefy thigh a squeeze and start to move it up to his crotch. “Well, I’m glad you did.” “Now, let’s go, horny boy,” he says, pulling my hand away. “Ron’s expecting us.” “Does he know I watched you guys on cam?” I say, getting out of the jeep. “He knows all about you,” says Angel, leading me into the store. “He’s been looking forward to this.” I thought Ron was hot on the webcam. In person, he’s an absolute fucking knockout; blondish-brown shaggy hair, a little scruff, golden California tan, and a few well-placed tattoos. He’s dressed in leather pants with red stripes down the side and a crotch pouch that unsnaps and a zipper up the crack for easy access. The pants hug his muscled legs and ass perfectly. On top, he wears a zip-up leather vest that’s half unzipped, revealing a pair of hairy, juicy pumped up pecs and nipples that obviously like to be played with. Both bulging biceps sport black leather bands. “Hey Angel,” he says, his voice deep and rich with just a hint of a California Valley Boy. “Is this the man of the hour?” “I’m Randy,” I say offering my hand. Ron gives it a good, firm shake. “You got a little while?” he asks. “I do,” I say. “Good,” says Ron. “It takes a little time to find the perfect fit. You don’t want to rush it.” For the next hour or so, I try on all kind of gear; from leather pants, chaps and harnesses to Lycra wrestling singlets to assless rubber briefs. Each time I step out of the fitting room, Angel and Ron give me the thumbs up or thumbs down. If a look gets a thumbs up, they usually grope their crotches, too. I can see Angel’s delicious dick nearly poking off of the top his Puma gym shorts. Ron’s fucktool is snaking down the left leg of his leather pants and every time I come out, it’s at little bit further down. I narrow down the items I want to buy one pair of leather pants with laces up the side, one pair of rubber chaps, a maroon and white N2N wrestling singlet, a Nasty Pig jockstrap, and a leather harness that really frames my pecs. I know I shouldn’t be spending this kind of money but it’s all so sexy, and Angel and Ron gave me such positive sexy feedback, that I can’t resist. “So what’s the damage?” I say, pulling out my credit card. “That depends,” says Ron, running his hand over the leather pants that top my stack of gear. “Oh, this is going to be good,” says Angel with a smirk. “Retail, you’re looking at $680,” says Ron. I let out a heavy sigh. “But I’ll take 10 percent off for every minute you can go without shooting your load once you’re in my ass.” “What?” I say. “You heard me,” says Ron. I had a feeling things might be headed this way. Breeding seems to just happen when Angel’s around. My cock gets instantly hard in my shorts. “And I’m here to keep both you fuckers honest,” says Angel gesturing to his digital wristwatch. “In that case,” I say, trying to rise to the occasion and call their bluff, “I’d like to add a couple of items.” I walk to the T-shirt rack and pick out the muscle T that says “LOADING ZONE” and grab a leather cock ring from the display by the register and toss it on top of my stack. “Get leathered up, stud,” says Ron, walking to the front door and putting the closed sign in the window. “Let’s drain those nuts and break in some of that gear.” Angel pulls the chaps and harness from my stack of purchases and shoves them at my chest. “You heard the man,” he says. “He wants you to fuck your cum into him.” Once I’m all geared up, Ron beckons us through one door into a cramped, cluttered office then opens yet another door behind the desk. “Step in to my fuckden,” he says with an evil smirk. Angel and I follow him inside. The room’s about 15 feet by 15 feet. Three of the walls are covered with an erotic mural of men of different body types and races, some geared up, some naked, all hot as fuck and all engaged in the act of giving or receiving semen. “You finished it,” says Angel admiringly. “Not quite,” says Ron. “One more wall left.” “That’s you,” I say, pointing a hot stud in the middle of the tangle of men. “So it is,” says Angel who clearly hasn’t seen it before. “Do I really make that face when I unload?” “Oh yeah,” says Ron. “It’s awesome. And the veins in your neck pop out just like that.” I was so distracted by the mural that I didn’t see Ron get down on his knees. Before you know it my cock is down his throat. He pulls off it after a few strokes and looks up at me. “I was going to suck you hard but you’re already hard as fuck,” says Ron. “So fuck it,” he says, unzipping the zipper that goes up his crack and exposing his hot hole, “get it ready for my ass and let’s seal this transaction with a little DNA.” Ron climbs up onto the leather-covered bed and pulls his legs up by his shoulders, exposing his perfect hairy hole to me. “You’re not going to last 30 seconds,” taunts Angel. “I know, I’m probably not,” I laugh, squirting some Spunk lube on my cock. I climb up on the bed and place my throbbing cockhead at Ron’s hole. “Just a second, Randy,” says Angel, setting the stopwatch on his wristwatch. “I’m so horned up, I don’t even remember what the rules are,” I stammer. “10 percent off per minute you don’t blow,” says Ron. “Starting…NOW!” says Angel pushing my ass forward and slamming me into Ron’s sweet hole. “Unnnnnnngh!” groans Ron, taken aback by the sudden invasion. “Oh God. Fuck, you feel good.” “So do you,” I say, already feeling a tingle in my balls. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” “Wait till he starts talking dirty,” says Angel. “Thirty seconds.” “I’m really good at it.” I manage to give Ron a few long, solid ass-strokes without feeling too much stirring in my gonads. But then Ron looks starts talking. “I know how full your balls are, Randy. Every time you disappeared in that dressing room, I stole a look through the curtain and watched them bouncing around, knowing that what was inside them was going to be inside me.” “Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking hot.” “I can’t wait to feel you shoot in me,” he says, punctuating his words with contractions in his ass muscles. Oh shit, the tingling in my balls intensifies with each contraction. “I think you can wait,” I say, shifting my hips from side to side so I can go at that hot hole from differing angles. “The longer I go, the more money you lose…but the more pleasure you get. You want me to last, too, because you’re loving this cock inside you.” “One minute,” says Angel. “Ten…fucking…percent…off!” I say, punctuating each word with a balls-deep thrust, the last of which nearly costs me the whole ball game. “Cum fucker,” says Ron. I freeze right where I am. “Not quite there yet,” I say. “You can stop moving,” says Ron, “but you can’t pull out for more than a split second. That’s the rule.” Holding still seems to curtail my cumming…at least until Ron starts working his ass muscles again. “You can hold perfectly still, Randy. I’m still going to get your load,” growls Ron. “You know it and I know it. And wouldn’t you rather breed me while you were actually fucking than just holding still like a scared pussy?” I roll over on my back, keeping Ron impaled on my cock and let him ride me for a while. I normally tend not to come as easily in this position, but I feel like with a fuckstud like Ron working on my cock, no position is safe. I look up at him as he rides me and see that gorgeous Marlboro Man face, his sexy scruff flecked with hints of blonde and gray, his suckable nipples poking out of his leather vest. Jesus, he’s a fucking fantasy come to life. “You’re the kind of man I would see in a magazine and jack off over,” I gush. “And we all know I’m going to breed you. It’s just a matter of when.” “One minute, thirty seconds,” says Angel. Ron starts really bouncing up and down on my cock, working his ass muscles to try and milk out my load. I close my eyes and try think of things that aren’t sexy at all; nuns, car crashes, tax audits, Republicans, but it’s no use. He just feels too good. “Look at me, fucker,” says Ron. “Open your eyes and look at how good you’re making me feel.” When I open my eyes, I see Ron is holding his hard dick in one hand and the other is pulling a strand of precum from the head of it with his index finger. He shoves the finger in my mouth. “Slurp me down, Randy,” he commands. I do. It makes a loud slurpy sound as it hits my taste buds. “Fuck, sweet,” I say. “Two minutes,” says Angel. I throw Ron over on his side and spoon him while my cock pistons in and out of his perfect fuckhole. My balls are still churning but I’m able to edge myself pretty well. I’ll make it to 3 minutes, at least, I’m sure of it. At least I am until Ron starts talking again. “I’m going to keep your seed in me the rest of my shift,” he says. “And if any of my customers make a face, like they smell something, I’ll say, ‘That’s Randy’s cum. He blew a ton of it up my ass during lunchtime and it’s slowly oozing out.’ Then I’m going to take my finger to my hole and pull a big glob of it up to my mouth and eat it, right in front of them.” “Okay, two can play at this talking game,” I say to him, then start rattling off the Pledge of Allegiance, nursery rhymes, anything I can think of that doesn’t make me want to unload my fuckjuice right up this stud’s hole. “I think we need to shut Randy up,” says Angel, before crawling upon the bed and shoving his hard, dripping cock into my sputtering mouth. I want to spit it out and carry on talking but it just tastes too fucking good. Angel’s cock fits so well down my throat. I’m powerless over Angel’s cock. “Three minutes,” says Angel. “All right, I can live with that,” I say, pulling off Angel’s oozing dick. “I can’t wait anymore. I gotta breed this stud’s cumhole.” “Fuck yeah,” groans Ron. “Do it!” Angel hops off the bed, and pulls Ron’s legs up on his shoulders, placing his perfect pucker right at the head of my drooling dick. “Get ready for the cumflood, fucker,” I say between gritted teeth and slide my dick balls deep again. This new position feels better than any of the previous ones. I’m going to have to settle for 30% off because the only way I’d be able to last another minute is if a semi-truck drove through the room and knocked us apart from each other. “Come on, Randy,” growls Ron. “Fill me up with your stud sperm. I’ve been craving it all day. Thinking about how good it would feel when your cockhead starting expanding in me and those ropes up cum exploded all the way up my guts.” “Oh God, Ron,” I say, my hips taking on a life of their own as I pound and pound Ron’s perfect ass into the fuck bed, hearing the sexy squeak of the leather with every downstroke. “Breed me, breed me, breed me,” chants Ron, throwing his head from side to side. As I feel the cum start to evacuate my balls and race up my pistoning shaft, the images of all the studs on my mural blasting their loads flash through my mind like a rapid fire slide show. “I’m cumming, Ron. I’m cumming in your ass. Take…my….breed! Unnnnnngghhh. Unnnngh. Unnngh. Unnnnggh.” I let out a deep groan with every spurt of jizz that shoots into Ron’s guts. It seems to go on forever. “That was incredible,” I say, collapsing on top of him. “You were incredible,” says Ron. I pull out of Ron, watching a glob of my hot cum ooze out around my cockhead. “Thank you,” I say to Ron, then look to Angel. I climb down off the bed, assuming that the party’s over and it’s time for Skin2Skin to reopen it’s doors. “Randy, you’re really forgetting your manners,” says Angel. “What?” I say, clueless. “There are two sets of balls in this room that haven’t unloaded,” he explains, “but I guess you’re just about you now.” Angel laughs but I do feel a bit embarrassed. “Oh, I assumed you had to open the store back up so we were done,” I stammer. “We can take a little more time,” says Ron. “Especially since you barely lasted three minutes.” “Get on your back and spread that hole, fucker,” Angel says to me. “Hold on a second,” says Ron, running out of the room. He returns a few minutes later holding a skimpy pair of royal blue vintage Adidas running shorts. “Do me a favor. Lose the chaps and put these on,” he says, tossing me the shorts. “They belonged to the first guy I was ever with, the guy who got me hooked on breeding. He was a jock in school and lifeguard at the pool in my hometown when I was teenager. Brandon. He was seventeen and I was fifteen. He used to walk around in these all summer and he looked so fucking hot.” I strip out of the chaps and start to slip into the shorts. “They’re are all cummed up,” I say, stroking the crusty fabric. “At the end of the summer, before he went away to college, he jacked off in them and gave them to me,” says Ron. “And you’re going to add to it while I’m fucking you,” says Ron. “Hot,” I say. “How many loads would you say have been shot in these?” I ask as I feel my cock harden against the crusty nylon. “I just found them a couple of weeks ago when I went home for a visit,” so not that many yet. “Maybe twelve, not quite one a day, plus Brandon’s original load. My goal is for there to be hundreds.” I climb up on the bed and Ron grabs my legs and slides me down to the end of the bed so he can pound me standing up. Ron pulls the leg of the flimsy high-cut shorts to the side so can get at my hole then slides his 8-incher up and down my crack. Angel squirts lube onto Ron’s cock, then onto my ass and then next thing you know, Ron’s inside me. “Fuck, that feels incredible,” I say. “Good,” says Ron before sliding his dick completely out of my ass and then all the way back in. “Got a big load for you, too. I was in the middle of rubbing one out last night, maybe 20 seconds from cumming, when Angel called and said you were coming in today. So I thought, ‘I’m gonna save my juice for the newbie,’ and I stuck my cock back in my shorts and went to sleep.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say, stroking my cock in the shorts. “You gonna be able to cum again, Randy?” asks Angel. “He wants your load in those shorts.” “I’m already leaking,” I say, between groans. I see Angel disappear from my sightline. Soon enough, I feel his tongue on my ass right below where Ron’s dick is sliding in and out. “I wanna taste the tip,” says Angel. Ron pulls his dick from my ass and without missing a stroke, slides it down Angel’s throat. “Uuummmmm,” says Angel. Then it goes back in my ass, then back in Angel’s throat, ass, throat, ass throat, without missing a beat for at least a minute. Finally, Ron’s dick goes deep and stays deep and I hear Angel slurping at Ron’s ass, the ass I just flooded with my spunk a few minutes ago. “You tasting my spunk, Angel?” I ask. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he says, between slurps. “I gonna soup you up soon,” says Ron. “But I want you to soak those shorts before I cum or at the same time. You close?” “Getting there,” I say, jerking my cock against the sexy nylon. Angel moves on from his ass-to-mouth duty and climbs up on top of me, placing his hole right on my face. God, I love his hole. It’s just fucking perfect. I start darting my tongue in and out of his pucker while Ron starts picking up the pace. “Come on, fucker. You’re gonna take my breed,” he says, “and you’re going to spunk up those shorts for me. I know you got more cum in you. I know it.” “I wasn’t sure at first if I could,” I admit, pulling off Angel’s hole for a beat, “but now I know that I’m going to. You’re going to fuck it out of me.” “Get used to that idea, Randy,” says Angel, stroking his cock. “There have been times at Shudder where I was sure I was all cummed out and I ended up shooting like three more loads. You’re going to surprise yourself.” “Cum for me, fucker,” says Ron. “Just imagine the load I’m about to shoot into you is shooting right up your dick and out into those shorts.” “Oh God,” I say, feeling my sacs start to churn with the second cum, which is always more intense than the first. “It’s happening. Fuck me, Ron. Give me your fucking cum, stud.” Just then I feel Angel stick is hard dick next to mine in the shorts and start stroking them together. “Oh fuck,” he says, “looks like I’m going to be first. Oh fuck, I’m fucking shooting my spunk. Unnngh. Unnngh.” I feel Angel’s manload splatter all over my dick and hand inside the shorts. It’s hot and thick and chunky and it sends me over right the edge with him. “I’m fucking shooting, too!” I shout, this second orgasm even more intense that when I bred Ron. “Oh fuck…breed me, Ron…breed it out of me….fuckkkkkkkk!” “Here it comes, sexy,” says Ron, pulling his dick nearly all the way out, so I can feel the first spurt on my asslips, then sliding balls deep to unload the rest of his heavy fuckwad. “Feel that? It’s all going inside you. Every…last…fucking…. drop! Unghhhh. Unghhhh. Unghhhh!” Angel falls back on top of me, pressing my face against his heaving back muscles. A few minutes later, the three of us come back to earth. I feel Ron’s prick snake out of my ass. He pokes it into the shorts and adds the last dribbles of his spunk to mine and Angel’s. “Fuck, man,” says Ron, patting my cheeks. “That ass.” “Did I tell you?” laughs Angel. Holy shit, they’ve been talking about my ass behind my back. “Thanks, man,” I say, coolly. Damn, I always dreamed of being this kind of fuckstud, who has incredible cum drenched sex with superstuds all the fucking time, but I always thought it was just a fantasy. Now, thanks to Angel and my own fucking courage, I’m living it. As we untangle and start to get dress, I see Angel checking out a video on his iPhone. “Did you film some of that?” I ask. “Just the minute or so when you were breeding Ron,” he says. “We wanted to capture what you look like when you’re flooding a hot ass.” “For the mural,” explains Ron. I just smile.

Hey Guys - Thanks for the nice comments. Here's part three. As you can tell from my stories, I like it verbal. If anyone's into getting off on the phone, send me a message and let's hook it up. RR MAC MEN 3: GYM BAGGIN’ (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) We lie there together on the spooge-stained mattress for a while, then untangle ourselves and reluctantly slip back into our clothes. Before I leave the building, I turn around and look at the empty space and imagine it full of sweaty, primal man-fuckers. The thought of it makes me throb, even after I’ve dumped a huge load. Angel walks me out to the parking lot. “If you want some special gear to wear to the party, I can go with you to shop for it,” he says. “Like what?” “Chaps, a harness, a jock, some briefs with no ass, whatever you want,” he explains. “I get a discount. I have a friend who works at a place.” “A friend?” I say, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah, a friend,” he says, “like you and I are friends. We hang out, we have fun, we swap things…stories…recipes…spunk.” “Let’s go in a couple of days,” I say. “I might not be able to walk tomorrow.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” smirks Angel. “Hold on, I got something in my car I want to give to you.” As Angel runs to his car, it notice the denim around his asscrack is darker than the fabric surrounding it. Could that be my fuckload? Is my manseed slowly leaking out of him? “Here,” he says, handing me a CD with no label. “What’s this?” “You’re probably going to want to work out extra hard before Shudder, not that you’re body’s not hot as fuck as it is. This is to help inspire you. Load it into your iPod and listen to it as you work out,” he advises me. “You probably won’t want to play it at any children’s birthday parties.” “Got it,” I say. “And don’t—I repeat, don’t--play it in your car on the way home,” he says. “I want you to be in a gym full of sweaty, pumped muscle fuckers when you hear it for the first time.” Angel laughs, imagining the moment. “Then text and tell me about it.” With that, he pushes me against my car and kisses me. I can still taste cum on his lips. “You did good today, Randy,” he says sweetly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve changed; there’s a confidence there, a kind of power. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you,” I say. I’m proud of me, too, because I’m not just dreaming it now. I’m living it. On the drive home, I get stuck behind an accident but I’m too blissfully worn out to care. To pass the time, I let some globs of cum seep out of my ass, reach into my sweats from the front, scoop it up and bring it to my lips. Each time I do this, my cock’s a little harder as my hand grazes past it. If other drivers notice, I don’t fucking care. The next morning, I wake up and for a few minutes, I wonder if everything that happened yesterday—the warehouse, the mattress, the marathon flip-fuck cum-swap with Angel—was just a dirty dream. But when I rise to walk to the bathroom, the sweet, hard-earned ache in my asshole says to me, “It happened, Randy. You fucking did it. It’s real.” I dress for the gym in a royal blue fitted Nike dry-fit tank and black nylon shorts that are cut a bit high to show off my cycler’s quads. I consider going commando but after what Angel said about the CD, I’m a little afraid not to. I load the disc Angel gave me into my Powerbook, that trusty, gleaming gadget that led me to my debauched destiny. The CD has ten tracks on it: 1) Where Do You Think I Want You to Shoot It? 2) Drop It Deep 3) Fuel Injected 4) Overflow / Lick It Up 5) Snowballer’s Chance in Hell 6) (Riding in on a) Carpet of Cum 7) How Many So Far? 8) Churn 9) Second Ring of Heaven 10) Deep Seeded Need I fight the temptation to listen and just transfer the tracks to my iPhone. I drive to the gym, check in and put my bag in a locker. I slip my earbuds in, check my appearance in the mirror—I look good. There’s a swagger there, I didn’t have before. From the back, I see my hard-earned V leading down to my glutes, which seem extra perky today. Could my butt be more toned from one breeding? I step onto the treadmill and lift my right foot on the sidebar, to stretch my hamstring before I jog my two-mile warm up. This stretch is another not-so-gentle reminder that my asshole is still deliciously sore from Angel. I press ‘Play,’ and wait. A warm synth pad fills my ears, then a tribal drumbeat kicks in on top of it. I’m thinking ‘Big deal, this is just a typical dance track,’ but then the vocal track kicks in. We’re not talking Rihanna or Ke$ha or some other dance diva of the moment. These vocals are pure testosterone. It’s men; full-throated, deep-voiced men, who were clearly recorded while in the act of fucking or getting fucked…or maybe fucking and getting fucked. My cock gets rockhard in my jock. It’s all so fucking loud and vulgar and hot that I quickly scan the gym floor to make sure know one else can hear it, that this is my little secret. I switch legs and keep listening to the cacophony of grunts and groans and moans and sighs, all artfully edited and looped together to form rhythm patterns and even melodies. Occasionally a word or phrase will pop out, like, “In me, fucker, in me,” “Breed it, baby,” or “Where do you think I want you to shoot it?” which is the title of this particular track. “What the fuck is on this CD?” I text Angel. I’m into my second mile, my cock so hard in my jock it hurts, when Angel texts me back. ‘Actual audio from Shudder parties.’ I imagine some hot teamster type running around the warehouse with a boom mic and a leaking dick hanging out of his cargo pants. ‘Genius,’ I text back. ‘Who put it together?’ ‘Oscar.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Bred me on cam for you.’ ‘Oh. Man of many talents.’ Have you gotten to ‘How Many So Far?’ It’s like Beyonce’s countdown song, but w/ loads. LOL.’ ‘Dick too hard to run. Hope you’re happy.’ I get off the treadmill and head to the free weight area. My dick stays rock hard through my workout as the hits just keep on coming. “Flood me, fucker, flood me. I feel it, I feel it shooting. Beg for it, boy. Beg. For. Seed.” Between sets of curls, I reach into my shorts and adjust my dick, so it’s pointing diagonally up. The leaking head is nearly popping out but it’s much more comfortable than the previous position. A track or two later--as robotic stud voice says, “Sperm Me,” over and over in my ears--I’m doing lat pulldowns when a tattooed Polynesian hunk in head-to-toe Underarmour flashes me a smile. I’ve seen this stud here before but never interacting with him. He’s an avid swimmer and I’ve often enjoyed watching him get out of the pool in his old school blue Adidas Speedo and strut those granite butt cheeks to the locker room but he’s always struck me as straight or unavailable. But that wasn’t a very straight smile. Sperm me sperm me sperm me sperm me. “What are you listening to?” he asks, between tricep push-downs. “You seem like you’re in another world.” “Is it that obvious?” I say. He nods. “It’s a hot mix of some sexy dance tracks a friend of mine put together. Very unique, one-of-a-kind kind of stuff.” “You know Oscar,” he says, with a grin. He tilts his head down and stares into my eyes, while his bulging tris contract and release. Oh shit, I think, we’re gonna fuck. I know it…right then. It’s fucking on. I’m going to be one of those guys I’ve always heard about and envied, those guys who fuck and breed at the gym. Who knows? I may have to start allotting extra time into my workouts for buttfucking. I’m sure this kind of thing happens to Angel and his posse all the time, but it’s excitingly novel to me. A hungry smile, a loaded look and few carefully selected words are uttered and bam, it’s fucktime. “Well, actually, I haven’t met Oscar, face to face,” I say, straddling the bench for another set of pull-downs, “but a friend of mine is a good friend of his so you know…” “There’s some kind of DNA connection there,” he says. “Bingo,” I say. When I stand up from the bench, I feel cool air on my cockhead but I’m not sure if it’s real and my dick’s popping out or in my mind because I’m so boned. I’m afraid to look so I just walk over to the guy and offer him my gloved hand. “I’m Randy,” I say. “Bryan,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving it a long leather-to-leather squeeze, “with a Y.” “You’ve heard Oscar’s mixes, I take it?” “Actually, no,” says Bryan. “But I’ve heard of Oscar’s mixes. I’ve always wanted to check them out.” “Come do crunches with me in the aerobics studio. You can have one earbud, I’ll have the other.” “God, that’s so intimate,” he says, with a laugh. “I know,” I say. We walk together to the aerobics room and sit on the floor facing the mirror. I put one earbud up to his right ear. “I’m going in, okay?” I whisper. “Please,” he says. I insert his earbud, then put the other in my left ear. “We have to stay close together,” I say. “Okay,” he says. I scroll through the titles I haven’t heard yet and pick “Churn.” Side by side, Bryan and I do work our ab muscles and listen to a slow burn of a jam, like if Sade had a cock. It features a recurring sample of what sounds like a wet, sloppy used asshole getting reamed for the umpteenth time. That’s probably exactly what that is. Turned on beyond words, we pour our libidos into our workouts and try to out sweat each other, matching each crunch to the beat as the track reaches it’s bellowing climax with a chorus of deep-voiced studs chanting, “Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him!” and then a lucking top groaning, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk!” We fall back onto our backs and look up at the ceiling, which has a mirror on it that I’ve never noticed before. “Oh my God,” I gasp. “I think I was actually at that party,” remarks Bryan. “I think I was was one of the chanting guys. I don’t know whether I should sue or be flattered.” My eyes are glued to Bryan’s crotch in the mirror. His Underarmour tights look like they’re about to burst. Fuck, he’s packing. He does a series of small pelvic pumps, like a jackhammer then turns his head to face me. “Go move that curtain to the right,” he says, gesturing with his dimpled chin to a long piece of fabric that covers one of the side walls. “I would but I can’t get up. You know why.” “You think I can?” I ask. “At least you have regular shorts,” he says. “If I stand up, I could be arrested for public indecency.” I jump up and pull the curtain to reveal a door I’d never known was there. “See if it’s open,” he says. I do and it is. I look inside and discover a storeroom used for yoga mats, blocks, steps, etc. I look back and raise my eyebrows. “There’s a class in here in ten minutes,” he says. “If we go in, we can’t come out for at least an hour.” I think about the conference call I have for work in 45 minutes. Screw it. “I don’t have anywhere to be,” I say. “Except in those tights.” In one fluid movement, Bryan rises and darts into the storeroom, pulling me in with him and closing the door behind us. “Come over here,” he says, leading me to the corner where two stacks of plastic, shoulder-height step-aerobics steps form a barricade between the back wall and the door we entered through. He pulls me behind them, brings us both down to our knees and smiles. “Hey, fucker.” “Hey,” I say. “But what if the next class is a step class and they take our wall away?” “It’s yoga.” “You really know all the ins and outs around here,” I remark. “I used to teach spinning here,” he says. “Explains the ass,” I say. I reach around and put my hand on his Spandex covered ass. He gently moves it up to his lower back. “Just kiss me for a while,” he says. “Only kiss.” “Why?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Just then, the door opens and I hear the voice of two women; one I assume to be the instructor and the other, a student. They make small talk and grab mats from the stack that’s just in front of our wall of steps. All the while, Bryan and I kiss soft and gentle, not noisy, for obvious reasons. More yogis come in and grab mats. More kissing, our crotch bulges gently brushing against each other, back and forth. Finally, some New Age-y music kicks in and we hear the class start. Bryan pulls my shorts and jock down. My raging hard-on pops up and smacks my stomach. Just then, the door opens again. We duck down and freeze. A last-minute student grabs a mat, runs out and closes the door behind her. “Fucking latecomers,” I whisper. Bryan looks down at my rock hard cock. He taps his index finger on my leaking dickhead, then pulls it to his mouth. It connects in one long strand then snaps. He kisses me and I can taste my pre-cum. He pulls my shorts back up but pulls my dick off to the side of my jock then stands back to look at me. “I have a gym gear fetish,” he whispers, “and I’ve been wondering what your pretty cock would look like up against that silky nylon with no jock. Fuck, that’s nice,” he says. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I say, willing my dick to bob up and down in my shorts. “Fine,” Bryan says, before grabbing my iPhone, snapping a few pics of me with my gym shorts hard-on, and a few with my cock fully out. “My face showing?” “Yeah,” he says. “That a problem?” I’ve taken naked pictures of myself before, a few, but never with the face showing. “It’s not a problem,” I say. “True breeding fuckstuds are totally unapologetic,” I remember Angel saying to me yesterday during the afterglow on that cum-matted mattress. “They don’t care if people think they’re reckless whores because they know that deep down inside, everyone wishes that they could be that kind of free.” Bryan puts my iPhone down and goes down on my knob in one gulp. I stifle a moan. The yoga music isn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the kind of sounds I want to make. Bryan pulls his head off my cock, stands up and kisses me, deep and wet. I turn him around and grind my cock against his nylon-clad ass, caressing those pumped pecs beneath that skintight red Underarmour shirt. Fuck, they feel hot. I start to inch my hand around his waist to feel his amazing bulge. I touch cock way before I’m expecting to as it’s snaking halfway around his waist like a belt. “Holy shit,” I say. “Shhhh,” he says, laughing. When I crouch down to inspect his ass, I feel the soreness of my own ass. God, that’s incredible, experiencing a physical reminder of a recent red-hot fuckfest just as you’re about to embark on another one. I realize in that moment that life is about fucking--breeding and getting bred--and everything else that happens to us is just window dressing. I rub my hands all over his glorious nylon clad ass, then peel his tights down to reveal his rock hard globes. I spread them apart with my hands, then dive right onto his hole, tongue first. God, he tastes good, clean and warm and sweaty. I can tell me wants to shout all manner of indecencies at me, but instead he just breathes. I stand up and press my fuckstick into his crack. “I want in,” I breathe, then think, ‘Angel would be soooo proud of me.’ “I want you in,” he replies. “Give me a sec.” He skitters across the room, tights around his knees to the First Aid kit on the wall, digs behind a box of Band-Aids and produces a small tube of Wet. “From when I used to work here,” he explains. “It’s kind of old but who cares?” “Not me,” I say. Bryan gets my dick ready, being mindful not to use up all the lube. I’m guessing he wants us to flip but damn, my ass is sore. He removes the top few rows of steps so he can lay flat on the stack. I aim my cock at his sweet ass, touch the tip to his hole, then pause. “Hold on,” I say. “Were there any rubbers stashed in there?” “I didn’t see any,” he says, with a boyish shrug. “Oh well,” I say, then go balls deep in one long, slow stroke. Bryan lets out the loudest sound either of us has made since we entered the room, but it’s still not loud enough to be heard over the Enya playing in the next room. At least, I hope it’s not. It doesn’t take him long to get used to my dick. After a few slow strokes in and out, I bury it all the way in then slowly wiggle my hips back and forth, exploring every inch of his fuck chute. “God, you feel good,” he whispers. “Pound me.” I do just that, in long deliberate strokes, building up steam and then pulling back when I feel my balls start to pull up. Then when the need to seed dies down, I go back at it. I’m honing my skills with every fuck, I think. The mix of having control during sex and losing control during sex, the dance of that, is incredibly exciting to me. I want to be the kind of fucker who can masterfully take a partner and myself to the edge and over it—conscious of every stroke and caress—and also someone who is constantly surprised by new sensations and savage mindfucks. I want to develop mad-skills as a cocksman and still get get taken to other worlds by a great fuck. After a solid few minutes of pounding, Bryan stands up, arches back and whispers, “You’re about to fuck the cum out of me and all over this equipment.” “And the problem with that is?” I whisper back. “It’s not where I want it to go,” he says. He wants to breed me, too. I had a feeling he wanted to. That’s what I want, too. My ass is still so tender from yesterday but man, this stud is beautiful and I really want his fuckload. Besides, when I recount this story to Angel and say, “Yeah, he wanted to breed me, too, but then I pussied out,” it would not go over well at all. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, pushing in balls deep again. “So take your hands off your cock so you don’t shoot. I’m going to pound till I breed and then you’re going to knock me up, too.” “Do it,” he says, laying his sweaty, humpy pecs down on the steps. Bam, bam, bam, bam. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of my churning balls on his ass, our breathing and the Middle-Eastern flavored music coming from the class outside. Bam, bam, bam, bam. I feel my nut coming on…less than ten bams from now. Oh, fuck, make that five. “Take it,” I say, so faintly that I’m not sure Bryan can even hear me. “Take my flood of cum.” I collapse down on top of his back, our sweat soaked nylon tops rubbing together. “It felt like about seven jets,” I whisper to Bryan, my mouth right next to his ear. “How many did you feel?” He turns his head so we’re nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes. “Fifty,” he says. “Now it’s your turn.” “I want to on my back,” I say. “I want to look up at your hot chest…your sexy fucking face.” “Well, there’s one mat left,” he remarks. “How convenient.” I pull off my shorts and jock, lie down on the last yoga mat and lift my legs in the air. Bryan pulls the front of his tight tank over his head, so it’s stretched across his broad shoulders. His small brown nipples jut out from the mountains of his pecs. God, what a man. He pulls his tights up, so his cock is out but his ass is covered in spandex and looks down at me. “We got fifteen minutes, tops,” he says. “You want me to eat you or just fuck?” “Just fuck,” I say. “I think that’s for the best,” he says. “I just got back from a trip with my sister, where we shared a room. No privacy. I haven’t unloaded in a week.” “Oh fuck,” I sigh, imagining the monster load I’m going to be walking out of here with. Bryan grabs my iPhone, tosses one earbud at my face and puts the other in his ear. “We might not be able to be loud,” he whispers, “but they can.” I stick my ear bud in. He places the phone on my abs and presses play. The final 10-minutes track of Oscar’s megamix kicks in: “Deep Seeded Need” just as Bryan shoves his cock in me. A stud growling, “Seed me, I need it,” in a gravelly voice is sampled and replayed over and over. It becomes like a mantra as Bryan fucks me, carefully to never pull too far away so as not to disconnect us from the music. He leans down and shoves his tongue in my throat as the track builds. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. When a fucker on the track warns, “You’re gonna get it, boy!” Bryan pulls back, nods he head up and down frantically, then hammers his 7-day jizzload straight into my guts, every rope seeming to spray out on the downbeat. A warmth spreads all over my insides, but I’m not sure if it’s literal or just in my mind. I’ve read other barebackers online describing the “jizzjoy” that comes with being a breeding hole. Now I know what they’re talking about. Bryan’s cum-shudder seems to go on for minutes. If we had fifteen minutes for that fuck, it’s like he knew to a lot five for his orgasm. While watching him twitch and convulse, I understand something else about the Shudder philosophy. The men of this tribe know how to truly savor the breed. They make a show of it for whoever’s lucking enough to be on the receiving end of your load or in the room cheering you on or on the other end of that webcam with their own spurting dick in their hand. The party’s called Shudder so if you want to cum quietly, without making a spectacle of yourself, well, you’ve got the wrong party. The feeling of Bryan’s cummy cock snaking out of me is pure fucking heaven. Cumscent permeates the room. I could smell my load when I was getting fucked, but I thought it might have just been in my mind, part of the whole fuck frenzy. Now that we’ve both inseminated and we’re back on earth, the smell is undeniable. “Smells like fuckloads,” Bryan says, taking a big, sweet whiff. “Yeah,” I say. “About fifty of them.” At the same time, we both realize that it’s gone silent in the yoga room. “Oh no,” I whisper. Then we hear a chorus of “Namastes” followed by some light applause for the teacher. “Shit,” Bryan says. His cock bounces against his thighs leaving cum streaks as we scramble to get the steps stacked back up and then disappear behind them. The door opens just as we duck down. The class members stream in to dump their yoga mats. I notice a cum drop catch the light on our fuckmat just before the first class member’s mat plops down on top of it. I’m relieved it doesn’t make a squelching sound. As Bryan and I wait for the parade of yogis to end, we finger each other’s cum-slick assholes, lick our fingers, kiss each other and wallow in our own cumneed. “That class was really special for some reason,” one of the students says to the teacher. “There was a connectedness to it, a real fluidity.” ‘We’ve got your fluidity right here,’ I think to myself and smile at Bryan. “Thanks, Tami,” says the teacher, before shutting off the light. The last thing she says before shutting the door and leaving the studio is, “Does it smell like bleach in here to you?” Bryan and I cover each other’s cum-slick mouths to keep from cracking up. I lean back on the wall just so I can watch him pull all that Lycra back over himself. He’s not the only one with a gym gear fetish. I’m sure his cockhead is going to leave a cumstain on the front of his tights. Bryan knows that, too, and he doesn’t care. The pride, the exhibitionism, the flaunting of one’s sexual needs and desires is something that sets the Shudder crowd apart. They just fucking own it. I’m sure if the DMV let them, they’d all have customized license plates: “SPUNKSWAP,” “CUMMMMNME,” “JIZZTKR, “NVRWRAP’D.” And I’m on my way to being one of them. TO BE CONTINUED

MAC MEN PART 2 By Randy Rawman Later that night, I received an email from the address Seed2Swap@gmail. The subject line read: “Once you open this, Randy, you can’t unopen it.” I take a deep breath and opened it. Dear Randy, I can tell you’ve got what it takes to be a hardcore breeding stud…but it’s not going to happen overnight. The Shudder party is in two weeks and I want to make sure you’re primed and ready. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 10 PM 6969 Wood Dr. LA It’ll just be me so don’t freak out. But wear something that shows off that amazing ass. Angel The next night, I spent a full two hours getting ready to meet Angel. I showered, trimmed, cleaned-out my hole, tried on a bunch of different outfits, settling on the nylon Adidas sweatpants in which I know my ass looks good. Beneath the Adidas I wore a pair of ass-less Addicted briefs I bought online some time before, but hadn't worn because I was saving them for a special occasion, thinking this was that 'special occasion'. The address Angel gave me was a seemingly deserted warehouse in industrial section of downtown. I was about to drive away when Angel emerged from the door, wearing ratty jeans and a tight T had some wording on it, but I couldn't quite make it out. “Park anywhere,” he called-out, so I did, and then got out of my car to meet Angel, who was standing in the open doorway. At this distance I could read his shirt, which said I Don’t Pull Out - sweet. I was about to give him a hug, but he cut me off, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand down the back of my pants and putting a finger up against my hole. “Nice shirt,” I remarked. “Nice hole,” he replied. Then he took my hand and slid it down the back of his jeans until I found his hole. He gave a guttural growl. “It’s wet,” I observed. “Blame my cable guy,” he replied, adding “He was hot and horny and I wanted free HBO.” I pulled my finger from Angel’s ass. The jizz on my fingers caught the light. Pig that he is, Angel shoved my finger into my mouth, ordering me “Taste," which, of course, I did. Then he kissed me for a second time. “Did you cum, too?” I asked. “I easily could have, but I saved my load for you,” answered Angel. That’s exactly what I wanted him to say but when I did, my heart nearly stopped. He leads me to a spot in the center of the empty warehouse where a lone dirty mattress is on the floor. “Why are we here?” I asked. “This is where Shudder happens,” he answered. “I wanted you to get a feel for what it’s like for when you daydream about it, which I know you’re already doing. Of course, on the night of the party, it’s darker, there are some fuck benches and slings set up, more mattresses, glory hole walls….” “Pounding music?” I asked. “No, no music,” answered Angel, coming up behind me and grinding his crotch against my nylon-covered ass. “The guys who come to Shudder know that a big part of the turn on is the sound of the party: cum-filled balls slapping against tight musclebutts, studs moaning in pleasure and pain as they get their guts reamed, saying, “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” Hot tops moaning in ecstasy as they ask the bottoms if they’re ready for their hot loads. Studs cheering each other on, shouting, ‘Cum in him, fucker. Breed that boy! Seed his guts! He needs it! Ugggghhhhhhhh.’ I’m telling you, Randy, at the peak of the party, it sounds like there’s a fuckstud getting bred every five seconds.” I got weak-kneed at the thought and nearly passed-out, but Angel was there to catch me. He helped me kneel on the mattress, then knelt beside me, and began kissing me. “I can’t even imagine how many loads have gone into asses in this place since we started a year ago,” he commented as he helped me remove my shirt, adding “The smell of the place alone is enough to make you cum.” With that he pushed my face into the cum-stained mattress. “Name a favorite porn star, Randy. “What? Why?” “Humor me: just name one and I’ll tell you if he’s fucked on this mattress.” “Chad Brock.” “Yup" said Angel, pushing my crotch into the mattress. “Matt Sizemore?” “Many times,” says Angel. “In fact we fucked each other on this mattress. I remember him pulling out of me and asking me to spit his load back out of my ass. If you lick the mattress, you’ll get a little of it.” He pushes my head down and watches as I lick. While Angel peels down my sweatpants, I list more of my favorite on screen barebackers; Brad Maguire, Sage Daniels, Dominic Ryder, Jack Allen, Will West, Damien Silver, Chris Kohl, Morgan Black, Sean Storm, Dawson, Drew Sebastion, Kamrun, Damon Dogg, Lito Cruz, Jake Wetmore…with each name, he grunted a yes or no. There were far yes replies than no. He summarized saying “If you’re a hot guy who lives to breed and you live within a few hours, you’ve swapped loads here.” Angel flips me on my back and pulls my sweats all the way off. My rock hard seven inch cock, already leaking pre-cum, snapped up on my belly. “That’s a pretty dick, Randy,” commented Angel, adding “I knew you’d have a pretty dick.” “Thanks,” I replied, smiling. “When was the last time you took a dick in your ass?” asks Angel. I didn't answer. “You can tell me the truth, Randy. I like you. I think you’re sexy. I’ve got a load with your name on it churning in my balls right now. I’m not going to think less of you no matter what you say.” “It’s been over 12 years,” I say, sheepishly. “I told you my ex didn’t like fucking. There was a guy I saw briefly before then and we only fucked and handful of times, but always with condoms.” “With what?” Angel asks, circling my hole with his finger. “Condoms,” I say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says with an evil laugh. I laugh, too. “So I’ve never bred anyone before,” I admit. “Or been bred, for that matter.” “But it’s all you think about?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “From the moment you wake up till the moment you go to sleep?” “Yes.” “Well, the good news is, before you leave this building, you will have done both at least once. How do you feel about that?” “Freaked out,” I say. “But good. I feel good.” “”Good, because there’s no going back,” he says. In one fluid moment, he stands up, unzips his jeans and shoves his cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good. He pulls the back of my head down on it. I feel like I might gag at first but then I get used to it and before long, he’s fucking my face. “You do that good, Randy,” he says. “My cock really likes being in your body. Keep sucking.” While I get used to his cock, he rubs his hands through my hair. “All those years you were shooting your cum into the air, into a wad of toilet paper, onto your stomach. What a waste.” “I don’t want to do that anymore,” I say, pulling off his cock. “I know you don’t,” he says. “I could see that in your eyes when you walked into my computer store.” Angel pushes me on my back on the mattress and climbs on top of me in a 69 position. He goes up and down on my throbbing cock, making me groan in ecstasy, but then pulls off. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, fucker.” Then he dives down and sticks his tongue in my hole. “Use lots of spit on my cock, Randy,” he says. “Get it wet for your hole.” Randy climbs off me, strips off the rest of my clothes and looks down at me. I’m laying naked on a mattress that literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men have bred on. He pulls a packet of lube out of his jeans, then shucks them off completely. “I’m going to take off my shirt now, Randy, but I first, I want to make sure you have read what it says,” he says. “I got it,” I say. The part of me that’s watching this scene from outside my body can’t believe this is happening, that I’m mustering the courage to live out my the fantasies I’ve kept buried deep inside for so many years. “It’s time Randy,” says Angel, standing above me fully naked, lubing up his giant hardon. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to stick my fuckstick in your tight asshole. It might take a while. It might hurt. I won’t be brutal but I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep in your hot ass.” “Okay,” I say. “Close your eyes. It’s going to hurt at first, but keep breathing.” I feel his mushroom head press against my hole. I start to squirm, tossing my head from side to side. “That’s fine, Randy,” he says, “Squirm all you want. But when you turn your head from side to side, just imagine you’re at Shudder and there are hard cocks plunging into hungry asses everywhere you look. Hot studs are shuddering all around you, and they’re shuddering because they’re doing when men were born to do, dropping their steaming hot loads into holes that are literally sucking it out of them.” “Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I’m almost in Randy,” said Angel. “Just five more inches.” “That’s not almost,” I replied, laughing through the pain. “Make that four,” commented Angel, laughing with me. I breathed as deeply as I could, trying to get used to having a dick up there for the first time in twelve years. “I have a problem, Randy,” said Angel, “You’re too fucking sexy and I don’t want to cum without getting all the way in a really pounding you…so I’m just going to shove the rest of it in….now!” “Unnnnngghhhh!” I answered, almost blacking out. “Breathe, fucker,” whispered Angel, putting his mouth right up to my ear. “I’m all the way in you now. Balls fucking deep. How does that—“ “Fuck me, Angel!” I gasped. “I’m ready. Fuck me and don’t stop until you shoot your cum inside my ass!” “You got it, fucker,” he says, and starts deep-dicking me in earnest. At first, he fucked me in missionary, then he turned me on my side without ever taking his cock out of my ass. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Randy. Your ass is like velvet, man. You’re going to get my load soon and it’s going to be so fucking huge you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.” “I’m ready, Angel,” I responded. He flipped me back onto my back, picked-up his pace and leaned over, looking me in the eye. “I’m ready,” I grunted, “I’m ready to be like you, Angel. Seed my hole!” “Oh, you’re going to get my seed, fucker,” he says, panting. “You were gonna get it even if you didn’t want it. But I know you want it. I knew it the second I saw you.” “Cum in my ass, Angel,” I say. “Make me yours. Flood my guts!” “Oh God, I’m cumming, Randy. I’m cumming in your hole!” “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” “Unghh! Unghh!” “Oh fuck, I feel it. I’m getting your cum. This is fucking happening! A hot stud is breeding my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God.” “Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” Each “Unghh!” represents a rope of manseed that’s shooting into my guts, sealing me forever to this man, this man who could see what I needed and was thoughtful enough to give it to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” gasps Angel, trying to get his breath back. He collapses on top of me, keeping his dick inside my ass. I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop I can. “Great muscle control,” he says. “You’re going to be very popular at Shudder once the word gets out about you.” Without pulling out of me, Angel reaches to his jeans, pulls out his camera-phone and turns it on. “Keep that exact same look on your face, Randy,” he tells me. “That freshly-fucked, ‘my life just changed forever’ look.” I do as he says. He points the camera at my blissful face then pans down my body. He points the camera at his dick as it slithers out of my cum-soaked hole. He keeps the camera on my hole after he pulls out. “Keep me inside you. I want you to take my cum home with you, Randy, to eat later,” he says. “Like a doggie bag?” I say, laughing. “Exactly,” he laughs. “But I shot a ton so let some of it out on the mattress to commemorate your first breeding, right here on this spot where so many balls have been drained and holes have been bred.” “Is it coming out?” I ask, trying to relax my ass muscles. “No,” says Angel still using the camera. “Wait, there it is. Fuck, man. It’s so white and thick. You’re going to cream when you see this video.” Angel rubs the glob of cum into the mattress, tosses the phone aside, then leans in and licks the wet spot. He crawls back up my body and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I groan as I taste the hot, sweet cum on his lips and tongue. “Is this what it’s like at Shudder?” I ask. “Kind of,” he says. “Only at Shudder you would have had a dick in your mouth while I was breeding you and we would have gotten a standing ovation.” He cradles my balls in his hands and says, “You ready to empty these in my guts?” The experience of getting bred by my fantasy man was so intense I almost forgot there was a part two. “Yes,” I say, getting up on my knees. I grab the packet Angel used then spread all the lube that’s left on my throbbing cock. “There’s not a lot of lube left,” I say. “It’s okay,” says Angel. “I’ve still got the cable guy’s load in there. First time breeding and you’re going to get to fuck in another stud’s load. Stick your cock in in one stroke, Randy. You won’t believe how good it’s going to feel.” I line my hard, raw prick up at his asshole. Looking down, I realize, I’ve never seen my cock touch an asshole without a layer of latex. The thought is intoxicating. “This is what it’s about, isn’t it?” I say. “What what’s about?” Angel asks. “Life,” I say, and I plunge in to the hilt. “Aaaaaagghhhhhh!” “Fuck, Randy, that feels so good,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Randy, and add to the load that’s already in there.” “I’m not going to last long, baby,” I say. “I’m going to knock up that fucking cunt of yours, Angel.” “And after that, there’s no turning back, stud,” says Angel. “You know that, right, Randy?” “I know it,” I gasp. “You’re going to think about breeding boy butt even more than you already do,” he teases. “I know.” “It’s going to be on your mind all the time; when you’re at work, when you’re at the gym, when you’re asleep…” “I know.” “Fuck, your cock feels incredible,” he says. “You’re a natural, Randy. You were born to be a barebacker, born to take seed and born to give it…” “I was,” I say, hitting the point of no return. “It’s my destiny.” “Then give it to me, Randy! Cum in my ass! Breed my fuckhole!” “You want this cum?” I say. “You want this stud’s load?” “You know I do,” Angel admits. “I’ve wanted it since Day Fucking One. Cum in my ass!” “Here it cums, fucker!” I bellow. “Take. My. Fucking. Spunk! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh.” “Fill me up, baby!” he cries. “Give me that hot seed!” The jets keep coming and coming so I yank my spurting cock out of Angel’s ass and point it down toward the cum-stained mattress, adding a few ropes of Randyseed to the legacy of this incredible fuck emporium. Then I shove it right back into Angel’s wet hole. “I can feel it,” he says. “It’s so fucking hot and wet.” I collapse on top of Angel. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I say. “That was amazing, Randy,” says Angel. “I would have never known you weren’t that experienced. You have it in you to be a real bareback fuckstud, Randy, if you want to. You just need someone to help you along.” “Are you applying for the job?” I ask. Angel dips a finger into his ass, pulls out a wad of my cum and brings it to his mouth. He nods yes. “Now, let’s kiss on it.” He kisses me with a mouth full of my own cum. TO BE CONTINUED

We often talk about how confidence is sexy, and discuss ways of marketing ourselves in profiles, but there’s a sort of understood sense that it’s undesirable for a person to seem proud, boastful, conceited, self-important, or set himself above his peers in some way that shows a lack of humility. What would you think of a bottom who says, “I’m a good fuck”? Do you view it differently than one who says, “I give great ass”? What about “I give excellent ass” or “I’ve got the best ass on the planet”? Is it different if he says, “A lot of Tops say mine is the best ass they’ve ever had”? Is there a point at which one toots one’s own horn too loudly? Can a guy do it at all, or is an instant turn-off, whether it happens to be true or not? If the claim is true, how is anyone supposed to know if the person says nothing? If, for example, a bottom has mad skilz with his ass, is it entirely up to other people to spread word about it for other Tops to learn of it and enjoy him? I often wonder about this in the context of preparing text for profiles. I have reason to think that I give very good ass - I cannot test it myself to verify, obviously, but I have extensive experience of Tops making unsolicited comments during and after fucking that amount to very high compliments. I think I would be justified in making some claim of quality service. But I am always hesitant to say something like “I give great ass” because I don’t want someone to read it and think, He thinks a lot of himself, I bet he’s not that good. So how do you let people know you’ve got the good stuff without putting them off?

Not only that, it‘s a fresh take on an existing story and it‘s very well done. very hot!

OMG This story is so hot and quick that it made me cum in record time.

His balls are very important. If he's not controlling me, usually I'll start the blowjob off by gently licking his sack. If you're not spending a good amount of time on his balls, it's not cock worshipping in my opinion. His cock has no power or purpose without his balls. They are equally important. I love to lick around the sides of his sack, that usually drives guys crazy, before I take one of his nuts in my mouth. I enjoy knowing how sensitive they can be when I have one in my mouth, the trust he's putting in me to take care of them. That ball has millions of sperm in it, it's so precious. I like to think of a cock like a nice car that I really admire. His balls are like geeking out over the engine, being really fascinated with how it works and where its source of energy comes from. The engine must be babied and taken care of. You gotta take care of the engine so the car can perform well and satisfy you. Same thing. Give attention to his balls, take care of them. Rub them, tickle them, hold them in your hand as you suck him. If he wants to jerk himself off, then get down and there and start licking them. It's a great feeling when a guy is stroking himself and edging and feeling a dedicated sucker tonguing and sucking his sack knowing that his sucker loves balls and sperm and is gonna eat his load whenever he decides to bust.

1 - Lito Cruz and that massive uncut cock, hot body 2 - Cutler X and that beautiful big cock and hot body 3 - Ray Dalton - love the tats and he has an awesome body 4 - Bobby Blake - I saw some hot porn in the 90's with him... lusted after him ever since. 5 - Drew Sebastian - hot tats, hairy bod, big cock, handsome dude 6 - Kieran - he hands out a good solid fuck and has an excellent angle on his cock. Sure to be a hard ride 7 - Peto Coast - love the way he takes control and he has an awesome uncut cock 8 - Rocco Steele - big, solid due, big solid cock that would definitely stretch my hole as he talks dirty with that deep voice. 9 - Jerry Stearns - sexy guy, some grey hair, beautiful big cock, hot body. 10 - Rhyheim Shabazz - handsome man, incredible body and a meaty big cock (bonus here is that my fantasy would be a flip flop fuck with him!)

Jack was bored with life. He was an adult but he was still living with his parents. He had a good job at the local hospital and could afford his own place but, his parents were guilting him to stay. They were taking most of his pay for rent and utilities, mostly because they did not want to spend their money anymore. They also had child protection on all the computers in the house, even Jack's. It was done through the WiFi some how, like the one where he worked. He worked overtime as much as possible because he had nothing else to do. He wanted to go out and meet people. He wasnted to get laid. He was 20 and still a virgin. You see there were lots of women around. Jack was pansexual but liked guys best. He wanted to meet guys to fuck around with. He wanted his first to be a guy. His community no one was openly gay, bi or pan and no one talked about the subject. He told his parents and they just said it was youthful rebellion. Jack was in great shape, played a lot of sports in school and used to take MMA lessons until he graduated from Trade School and had to work full time. His parents thought that no one who did all that could be into men. They were not even religious or anything. They just were stupid. They spoiled his younger brother and sister, twins, and they became brats. They were 18 and still not adults. Jack decided to just go to bed after work tonight. He ate dinner at the hospital canteen took a shower and went to bed. He was not ready for sleep just yet though. He had a hidden compartment in his bed where he kept something he had fond a while ago. Someone had dropped it or tried to get rid of it and Jack found it. It was a porno collection but not a normal one. It was a collection of stories and pictures downloaded from the internet and printed out. It was all about men getting "pozzed." Jack had read every story so many times he had them memorized. He knew every detail of the pictures. He knew about the tattoos of scorpions and biohazard symbols. He knew some of the stories were fictions but, a couple were true accounts. Those were favorites of his. Jack read those tonight. He was reading them more and more recently. His desire for him to be the one getting pozzed was getting stronger. He knew that he wanted this more than anything. He thought it would never happen though. He resigned himself to the fantasy. He stroked his hard dick until he csme into his blankets. He went to sleep with the feeling of his cum rubbing against his leg. He liked how it felt. He thought this would be his only source of happiness for a while. Little did he know that fates were working to change things for him. Part 2 coming soon

Hey,I finally scored a bag last week and remembered that I have this little spot on the internet. I'm not sure where the direction of this story is heading, but I told myself that I won't make new topics. So..... When everyone left the room, I saw myself on the floored mattress in a full length mirror, trying to maintain any sense of control I had with only my head capable of tilting. My limbs remained tightly bound to each edge of the bed, as was the metal plug that was in me which I found to be dense and acted as a sort of anchor. I could barely lift my hips or alter the angles of how spread out I was when gravity was working against my favour. It was due to the plug too that I didn't bother to keep track nor realize how long I was left in the room for I began to feel a different kind of spun from absorbing Cameron's piss, a kind where I evolved to be more uninhibited than I imagined, allowing me to understand that this debauchery I found myself in is something that is inherently within me. I had already submitted myself to temptation base on my behaviour, yet I was hesitant to fully accept myself. I lacked confidence. Up until this moment, I believed that it was justifiable to suppress these desires. A sort of futile mental exercise. This belief, whether I want to admit it or not was attributed to the possibility of a future where Devin was still there. The future, I start to envision, was one where I no longer carried any shame in expressing my lust, a future where I embrace the pig that was always in me. I no longer saw his role in my life. It was a hindrance to my calling, a denial to the true nature that has manifested in the reflection I currently observed. Gagged, face down, spread out and about to be at anyone's disposal. Trance music being played continuously had also made it difficult to distinguish time. Not much can be heard beyond the walls that surround me besides the muffled noises which gradually turned to voices that got louder. The additional guests must have arrived. Under the door behind me, shadows flickered through the gaps, not revealing much on who or what was about to come. I try to pick apart the voices and the footsteps. 4, or 5 maybe? I heard a new voice, louder than the rest, announcing how it's been a while since there was a new recruit, how it's always fulfilling to find one, and how exclusive it was to be in this group. Another chimed in with enthusiasm, eager to breed since he stopped taking his meds the longest out of the rest, certain that he had the most potent load. Given the state I was in, I had to contain my excitement when I heard what was said. My breaths got deeper and louder, almost feral like. Slowly, something was building up in me. My purpose was to serve and show my dedication to these men. My anticipation distorted my perception of time further. From the moment Klaus opened the door, to the last person closing it, the period I had been left alone felt shorter than it was for the men to enter the room. 7 who entered. 3 who I had already been acquainted with and 4 new faces. Nude and physically built in the best way possible. Naturally, the outlines of some of their veins were more apparent than others. All of them were fit, or had been fit at some point in their lives and were carrying a kind of saggy weight that didn't make them any less attractive. Ludwig must've been the oldest. I carefully registered each of them. It was no longer a reminder that these were who I am submitting myself to. It was a fact. It was a moment of fully processing the decisions I've made. I had to assure myself of this to remove any hesitancy that I felt that first night Ludvig. A circle formed around me with Ludvig in his original position, looking down at my head at 12 o'clock. Cameron on his left, Klaus on his right. Ludvig started to speak. He introduced Chris, who I've come to learnt had the loud voice. He was a few years younger than Klaus, maybe late 30s, at least 6'2 and was stocky, carrying the most muscle out of everyone. His chest was huge and so were the areolas that surrounded his nipples. The volume of both his arms framed his tits symmetrically, cushioning both pecs in a jiggly way. His pits were hairy, bush popping out through the cleavage of his arms, blonder than the crop cut spotted on his head. That was the first thing I noticed bout Chris. I couldn't wait to devour myself in those curly pits. Below, a hard beer belly which concealed his actual abs. The 9 inch cock he had reminds me of an elephant trunk, girth starting wide and thinner towards the head. I wasn't sure if he was a grower or a shower but my intuition tells me it's the former. His thighs were massive, and his ass, just like his chest were bubbly and shaped like a peach. You can tell he never left his prime top or bottom phase. I was definitely in awe of Chris, but my eyes were set for Cameron. Chris' Origin Although Cameron spent more time with Ludvig and Klaus, it was Chris who became the third member. Klaus and him had work at a construction firm where at times, rather than joining their other fellow comrades for lunch, both men would spend 1-on-1 in a porta-potty that only they both have access to. What started as a regular pump and blow session turned to pump and dumps with Chris receiving most of the dumps. Once, Chris had to climb down a crane after their lunch that wasn't really a lunch. During his descent, some guys pointed out a dark stain forming right underneath his jeans, speculating that he pissed himself cause of his supposed fear of heights. The moment he reached the ground, Klaus was already waiting and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. Chris, who couldn't afford to extend any more of his embarrassment gave into the jokes the other workers made and excused himself to the portable, leading the way for Klaus. He trailed slowly, passing through the site casually til he spotted their portable, taking a moment for Chris to first enter before following. In an easy pull, Klaus swung the door wide and was please to have an ass fully present itself to him. Chris bent his leg, pushing his hips backward with both hands wide apart and gripped onto the blue pvc wall. His hole was still dripping Klaus's cum. The Hanes trunks he worn was partially soaked, no longer white but cream like with yellow hues. Chris, hearing the door opened apologized to Klaus that he couldn't hold it in and that he didn't know he was tasked to climb up. Klaus dismissed his apology, grabbed the trunks to force Chris to inhale and proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. He whispered that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't be sorry for a non-mistake. Chris inhaled as much as he could, slowly forming a hard on. Klaus continued rub the trunks on Chris before going for it himself. He then reached his hand down to scoop the cum from Chris's ass with his fingers to feed Chris, who proceeded to suck the fingers off. Klaus, feeling Chris' mouth, took more cum with his right hand added the rest of the fingers into him, coating and feeling the shape and texture of his gums and mortars before pulling forcefully pulling out. Just by placing his palm onto the side of his thigh, followed by a light brush, Chris nodded and arched his back to give Klaus access. Legs bent to squat, Klaus' lips met Chris' hole and with a few smooches, Klaus' tongue intruded his hole, taking in as much he could. Normally, he would not eat Chris' ass out during their lunch 1-on-1s due to the time constraint though now, despite being on the clock, no one was looking for either of them. Klaus didn't realize he had came into Chris that much. When he came, it wasn't this much. He had to carefully collect the cum which at first dripped, now gushed, with his tongue as his only tool, turning its shape to a scoop to not waste a drop. Klaus wasn't the type to make quick assumptions and even if someone else had bred Chris, it would only make him respect Chris more. After all, it was Klaus who awakened the kind of primal lust that Chris initially taught was the only one to have. With his hole no longer wet and Klaus mouth' full, half of what was felched, Klaus swallowed and the other half given to Chris in spits and kisses that both men had discovered to enjoy when they first had to gotten to know one another. Right as Klaus finished giving Chris the last bit of cum he had left, he looked at his shiny amber eyes and smirked, asking if he's had anyone else who fucked him today. Chris, who was now in post cumeating clarity knew the jig was up. Instead of the usual puppy eyes reaction Klaus had expected, Chris pouted, raised his brows and nod. Klaus could only reply with a nonchalant uhuh. He could ask who it was but both men understood that those questions were not and should not be brought up, given the nature of their friendship. Klaus could also inquire more from Chris, just out of curiosity to know where he actually was on a kink level. As it was, Klaus met Chris on the job and both men only fucked on the job. None talked about life outside of the site and Klaus' thought process with Chris was that rubbers ruins their appreciation for cum. Klaus had always thought of Chris as straight, but into cum, hence Chris telling Klaus how he thought he was the only one who was not just into cum, but fascinated by it. A certain primal lust in relation to cum that he couldn't explain. No mention of men or fucking at all. Neither women which gave Klaus the benefit of the doubt and idea that Chris just didn't see gender. He had watched the porn, yet never acted on any form of act that he'd consider gay. Chris seemed, as average as a dude was. In construction, lifts heavy, never misses NHL, ticks all the boxes. The average dude was also most likely to be down low and seek casual encounters on Grindr as a favourite past time. Chris had been into men exclusively, as hard as he tried to tell the world other wise. Catching Klaus watching a cumdump porn video one time when the portables were being installed (and doors nonexistent) was one of those times that Chris would never forget. They haven't even introduced themselves. Klaus knew he was being watched by Chris and was not bothered in the slightest. He found Chris to be very cute. In the video Klaus had, clips where guys were smoking while being railed would be replayed a few times. Chris, watching from a far didn't question much, thinking that it was merely a mini hookah. In the buildup to their friendship, an unwritten routine had formed. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, during break, Klaus would go to his preferred portable, seat on the ground and back onto the door that faced the opposite direction, shielding himself from the site view. He'd then take out his phone and play a clip, always gay porn, and watch as entertainment without touching his cock. For a while, this was difficult for Chris because most of what Klaus watched, Chris had gotten off countless of times. Chris also felt seen because he never knew that someone else was into the genre of filth that he was, they were videos focused on cum or cumdumps,with fluids being exchanged with zero waste The only vids Klaus watched that Chris never understood was the one with the hookahs, and another with biohazard graphic frequently being animated. It reminded him of the poster at the entrance where they would sign in. Chris didn't mind when there was a change in what Klaus watched, he saw it as a learning opportunity. The ice finally broke one Thursday afternoon in August. The heat had made everyone miserable to the point where deadlines didn't matter much. Klaus, only in a cotton tanktops and jeans, laid at his usual spot. He took out a clip of two colleagues in business attire sucking one another in the washroom. When the top positioned his cock into the bottom, Klaus started to unbuckle his pants. Chris stood up and tried to get closer peak at what Klaus was packing. Klaus, irritated by the heat was desperate to bust a nut and feel some form of relief. He hard footsteps which he knew was Chris. Turning his head around with his wayfarers pulled up, Klaus looked at Chris who froze in silence. Klaus' only words were, "Do you mind sucking my dick off?" *** The rest was history. The more they fooled around and got to know each other, the more Klaus saw how raunchy Chris was. Klaus came more than once when Chris took his first cock. His ass was tighter than any of the usual guys Klaus had. He'd tell Ludvig, who he smoked T with everytime payday comes bout how great Chris' cunt was. Different angle gave a different sensation. Klaus described it as if a fleshlight's inner lining was made out of honeycomb. Klaus even took videos of Chris taking his cock. His moans were different in each vid, probably from the way Klaus was positioning himself. Ludvig would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of a turn on from watching Chris. Even when he took Klaus' dick in his mouth, Chris did it with passion. You would think Klaus was faking from how clean his dick would be after he came. Chris had skills Ludvig was very interested in. Ludvig and Klaus normally meet on Friday evenings where one would host and each would get a bottom spun out for the rest of the night to their liking. A recurring joke Ludvig had come up was to ask Klaus in the morning after the party ends if the honeycomb's cunt was better than the different boys they had. The results varied and neither kept scored. All Ludvig knew was that he had to try Chris' ass soon. He wanted to hear those moans in real time. Thinking bout his firm ass would make him leak precum. He was envious of Klaus. Not only he has someone to regularly fuck raw at work, he also does this thing every 2 weeks. Apart from partying together, both Klaus and Ludvig were also bounded by blood. They had both been willingly pozzed by Helmut, who acted as a mentor, a father figure even. Even though meds were already commercially available and he was still in the latent stage, Helmut refused. Sealing his fate, his only wish was to pass on his legacy. A legacy that wasn't just lessons and methods to be passed on pertaining to the lifestyle these men lead, but also the strain he had. It wasn't a question for either men when Helmut made the request. There was a bond that they were tied to. Fortunately, both were on meds from the start, and neither of them faced any major health issues. They had carefully planned it though both of them knew that some day, they will do the same thing that Helmut had done. Monthly test and checkups were an afterthought and sometimes they forget that they were poz. Still, Ludvig sometimes think about Klaus and Chris, how Klaus stopped applying much of what Helmut taught them by guarding himself off against the world. Ludvig thought bout how ignorant Klaus was to just use Chris as a play toy during work. One Saturday morning, after the boys left, Klaus asked Ludvig if he thought of inviting Chris. "From what you're telling me, this man needs to see more than just the screen of your iPhone max." Maybe, or maybe Chris was content. Average guy Chris, remember who doesn't need much to get him going. Getting Klaus' weekly deposit was all he could ask for. Unlike the other advices that Ludvig unsolicitedly gave, the one bout Chris lingered on his mind longer than usual. As much as he was just a hole, there was also a connection. A sort of feeling that Klaus knew was too late to turn back. Discovering that another man had cum in Chris shouldn't bother him but somehow, it did. Was it just another man? If it was only one man he'd still feel slighted for the amount of cum he lapped out of Chris was def Top 10 and if it was more than one, do I need to reconsider how I see Chris? As much as he tried to play it cool, the question what ifs now wouldn't stop entering his thoughts, with the big what ifs somewhere along the lines of; "What if he enjoyed getting fuck by the other dude /dudes more than he did with me?" *** Chris didn't think it was possible to get a reaction out of Klaus. For the first time, after working together for almost a year and a half did he see a look of uncertainty coming out of him. Unlike the first time he stared at Klaus with his porn, he captured a moment where Klaus, whose mouth was still slathered with cum, vulnerable for the first time. He had an imaginary upper hand. He realized his self worth in what had transpired .He learned that he actually looked decent and guys built as big as him are kinda rare. This was an advantage that he committed to making full use of. If it weren't for the user on the apps telling him how much potential he had, he prolly wouldn't have gotten bred. Despite having the app for almost 5 months, Chris didn't dare to put up a pic of him and all the conversations he had went nowhere. Only when he uploaded a tipsy photo of himself in the washroom of the bar he was at did his phone nudged more than it ever had. He was in a muscle tank and his cap flipped backwards. The one that got his attention came from a profile whose age was 52. His name at this point should not be a surprise. It read, "You look like a guy who doesn't like to waste cum" How little did he know...

Danny thought about telling him, but decided not to. He just told Evan. I thought about a followup with Ben and another with Tony, but only wrote a bit before I gave up.

Feeder here. Love enjoying exactly what you're looking for, Dick can stay hard for hours. Nothing feels better & more relaxing than having a beer and a puff of 420 in bed with a hungry cocksucker on my dick while watching a game. I was shocked to find out there really aren't a lot of guys into that. Cocksuckers in my town are always calling me one of a kind and lucky to have met me. You might have a difficult time finding what you're looking for.

You and me both !!! Watching a hot, hungry-holed bottom get pumped full of loads by other Cocks only pours gas on the fire for me. Tastes all the better too.

One of my hookups is a huge ATM Top. It's all he talks about when the sext and works it into nearly every message. His big thing though and what he loves is ATM after he has cum. While he will do it a couple times as we change positions what he really wants is after he has cum is to have his cock suckled as we rest and nap.

Even before I started having guy on guy fun I used toys on my ass. No idea why but I just had to try it and it felt so damn good. When I started to have sex with guys I tried being versatile but eventually just accepted that I prefer having my ass used more than I like using ass. I can top but have not in about 10 years of 20+ years of being a cheating slut.

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

This writing is entirely a product of imagination. Nothing is true and this does not encourage risky sexual behavior. Chapter 4 - Eric's Progress It's now 6 weeks since Eric's Thursday club meeting. For the first couple of days, Eric was a bit shocked by what had happened. Eight poz men had injected 17 hot loads deep into Eric's hole. After a couple of days, the strong desire had won and Eric had headed to the famous gay cruise park in the evening. Behind the park toilet, Eric had lowered his gray joggers to his ankles and offered his hole to the first person willing. The dirty old man had gladly fucked the 25-year-old young hole raw and seeded the bottom deep. After that, Eric started going around places every day, where it was possible to meet unknown, lustful seeders. Eric didn't ask about status or condoms. Eric had become an uninhibited cumdump. Once, he also met William from the Thursday club in the park. Three weeks after the gangbang at the Thursday club, Eric went to the clinic to get tested for STDs. Eric had Chlamydia in his anus. The doctor at the clinic gave Eric antibiotics to treat the disease. The disease did not show any symptoms, so Eric thought that there was no rush to take the medicine. Eric has also met John and Michael from the neighboring house a couple of times a week. Normal procedure was for Eric to go to John and Michael for insemination. One night, John and Michael took Eric to a sleaze bathhouse. Eric had never been in anything like this before. The bathhouse was a dark, dirty basement where naked and half-clothed men roamed the corners. John and Michael took Eric to a room with a leather sling hanging from the ceiling. John motioned for Eric to get on his back in the sling. Eric's hands and feet were tied to the stirrups of the sling. Michael blindfolded Eric and John applied lube with strong movements to Eric's hole. Soon Eric felt the first cock in his hole, which immediately went balls deep. Eric realized from the man's voice that the fucker wasn't John or Michael, but some random guy from the bathhouse. For the second time in his life, Eric got enough cock. As one man injected Eric and pulled out of Eric's hole, the next man replaced him, and the next, and the next. Now, six weeks after the Tortais club, Eric was sitting at the doctor's office. Eric had undergone STD tests a couple of days ago and had been invited to the doctor's office to hear the test results. The 45-year-old male doctor said that Eric now has not only chlamydia but also HIV. He is now HIV positive. The doctor wanted Eric to tell him how Eric now also has HIV and how he also has chlamydia again. Eric told the Doctor that he had not taken the antibiotics that the doctor had prescribed him the previous time. The doctor said that he had guessed from the first time that Eric must be a horny chaser. He was sure of it when he recognized Eric from the video. Eric had no idea what video the doctor was talking about. The doctor showed a video shared on a sex video service from his computer, where Eric was lying in a sling, blindfolded. The video clearly showed how Eric begged the men in the bathhouse to inject sperm deep into Eric's hole. Now Eric saw for the first time that among the men who were screwing him were old men whose muscles had sagged. Men with biohazard tattoos and scorpions. For everyone, Eric just hokey Breed me, breed me. John and Michael had secretly videoed Eric's visit to the bathhouse and uploaded the video to a sex video server. The title and description of the video stated that "Eric on no loads refuse bug Chaser bottom". The doctor stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Eric stared at the doctor's rock hard cock and the biohazard tattoo next to it. Come on bitch, make it slippery, because it's about to slide into your greedy bug hole.

People don’t read. Electronic media since the rise first of radio, then drastically of television, have been pulling people’s attention away from the written word. The need to condense information into ever-smaller packets to meet the requirements of broadcast formats, and to make more and more room for commercial advertising, gradually shrank the size of the information segment the common viewer expected, and as expectations shrank, so did patience, attention span, and the ability to engage in cognitive depth. Fast (like, zoomy) forward to today’s apps in the (pending) post-Twitter age when the damage has been done, and you find that text information is expected in tiny spoonfuls, if it absolutely must be tolerated at all, and most information is at least accompanied by images, graphics, and other visual symbolic representation that attempts to convey increasingly complex concepts via simple symbols, and increasingly fails because people are no longer being taught how to think - only to react. This post has already vastly exceeded most users’ TL;DR threshold, and this is only the third full paragraph. No one is reading profiles because modern electronic media conditions them that everything important is visible at a glance, and that anything additional will be spoon-fed to them. Them asking you what you’re into is them coming up with their mouth open waiting for the spoon. They can no longer feed themselves. We are a civilization in decline.

I had a bottom who had been begging me to fuck him for ages , and just as I was building up to flooding his arse he came and asked me to stop. I was fucking livid but did stop , pulled out and went to a local cruising ground and loaded an anon bottom. Fast forward to a couple of days ago when the same bottom wanted an assfull - no chance !

I'd say that I was born a bottom. I've been obsessed with my ass since I was about 7 or 8, letting my hips sash from side to side and wearing shorts that I'd grown out of because I loved feeling them ride into my crack and rub against my asshole. When I wasn't wearing those, I'd hide in my room or in the backyard so I could rub my asslips with my fingers. Back then, it always felt like there was energy back there that I couldn't put my finger on. It was vibration and warmth and goodness - I could feel it in the deepest parts of my butthole and in my hips. It was the energy that made me want to swing my hips when I walked and made me want to grind my ass against the corner of my nightstand before I even knew why I was doing it. There was an urge that I couldn't contain, long before I knew what being gay was and how my ass would play a part in it. When I realized that I could take it in the ass, I didn't waste time figuring out how to do it. Rubbing my asslips evolved into slipping my middle finger up my ass and twisting it back and forth while I stood on my tippy toes and ground my hips around. Then I discovered my drumstick and an old, light-up baton I had in my toy box. Then I discovered other things I could use, bigger and better things that felt so good to me. I finally got laid for the first time in middle school. And that sealed the deal for me. I realized what that energy was all about and why I wanted to sash my ass when I walked. So yeah, I'm pretty sure I was born a bottom.

Prologue You’d never be able to tell by the way that I look that the cute little twink next door with the perfect boyfriend was a deviant cock whore that craved nothing more then to be filled with cum as much as possible. My cum lust was going to be my downfall. Here I was freshly 19 chained to a sling getting my tight hole pounded by a hung daddy. “Yeah boy take my cock you slutty little faggot” said the daddy. Behind him there was a line of men forming all waiting for a chance to get in my hole and fill me with cum. “Oh god daddy, please fuck me. I’m yours, make me yours please.” I said. “Oh yeah baby keep begging like that and I’m gonna cum.” Growled Daddy. “Please Daddy give me your cum.” I begged. “Mmm. Fuck baby I love your hole I’ve been waiting for this for weeks. What kind of cum am I gonna give you?” Asked Daddy. “Poz cum daddy.” I replied. “Oh you’re gonna get it boy. I’m about to Poz your stupid neg faggot ass. Are you ready for it boy?” Questioned Daddy. “Yes. Please daddy Poz me. Make yours forever, ruin me. Knock my faggot ass up daddy.” I responded.

I met this beautiful 20-something Adonis at a bar Tuesday night. After telling him how beautiful he was, I asked if he wanted to cum over my place where we could get more intimate. “Yes,” his eyes sparkled with unmitigated lust. He followed me 3 car-lengths behind. No sooner were we in the apartment, than I cornered him against a wall, kissing him deeply, and grinding my hips into his crotch. I licked and bit and caressed his warm lips, felt the fullness of his cock growing against mine, sensed his youthful unsullied beauty blindly crying for defilement. Yes, I promised. It would be accomplished. I guided him to the bedroom, fumbling with his shirt as we went. I sat him down on the bed and continued to undress him, licking his tits and belly, slipped off his shoes and socks and jeans. Quickly, before he could dissent, his briefs came off, too. The sweaty, spermy scent of uninfected manhood wafted to my nostrils. I buried my face in his delectable crotch, mouthing his balls and inhaling his delicious masculine aroma. I licked relentlessly, eliciting louder and louder moans from his throat. I knew I was going to bareback him, even if he didn't, yet. I buried my face in his balls, then beneath them, inching further and further down, teasing my tongue into the lush crevice between his buns. "What are you doing?" he gasped! Young guys often have no idea of the power of rimming. I knew that he was on the verge of such sexual ecstasy that he would be unable to resist as I pumped hot poz jizz deep into his youthful gut. I pulled out all the stops, and thrust my tongue deep into his succulent hole, regarding it as a precious delicacy to be savored until all the flavor had been extracted. He moaned and thrust his ass into the air with abandon. I knew it was time. "I don't use condoms," I announced, as he ground his hips into my face. He went limp for a moment, contemplating the risks and rewards. When he moaned again, I knew I had his assent. I lubed up quickly and mounted him, raising his legs to my shoulders, a diseased ribbon of precum pointing the way to his prized, neg hole. Gently I entered him, thrusting in and out, each time penetrating him deeper, till at last my pubic hair brushed his ass cheeks. As I looked in his eyes, I suspected this was his first bareback fuck, and that my poz load would likely impregnate him. I fucked slowly and passionately, the way men are meant to ride boys, raw and deep, then faster and faster, plunging harder and vigorously, getting closer and closer to exploding my poison jizz deep within this beautiful man’s gut. My cock plugged him relentlessly, prepared to fertilize his virgin cunt with a potent load of poison man-sperm. I started to cum. I plugged his succulent ass so heartily that the bed squawked in protest. The boy’s head slammed against the headboard, but he was oblivious. He had a heated, vigorous stallion inside him, and all he wanted was cock. My raw jizz exploded, impregnating the innermost recesses of his gut, infiltrating his bloodstream, melding into every vital organ. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of poison I had to offer. His tight, puckered asshole devoured it greedily, not wasting a drop, wanting more and more. So I dry-fucked him twice more—each time his lacerated mancunt more receptive to my virus-laden spunk.

CAN WE SEE THE VIDEO ?? The one that you said in part 2???? Pleaseeee sooo fucking hooot