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Chapter 6 it was Saturday night and my girlfriend was due to return from her holiday the next afternoon. I was a little conflicted, I had enjoyed my playground with guys, but I hadn’t missed her. I checked my internet history before wiping it, it was all gay porn or cocksucking porn. Ideally I wanted her to stay away for another week whilst I just explored. However I was going on a night out with my mates, all straight so that would get me in the right frame of mind. We were in town and a few drinks in. I was at the bar getting a round in when I heard a voice ‘Fancy seeing you here! Bet your mates don’t know you’ve been taking cock!’ I looked round and it was Lara from the tattoo parlour. She was with a fit black guy. Instinctively I glanced at his crotch, hoping that Lara didn’t notice. ‘Don’t worry , I’m not going to out you …. But I see you quite like Mike here seeing as you’ve checked out his package already. And yes he has a big cock!’ ‘Uh oh’ was all I could stammer. ‘If you want a closer look go into the last stall in the gents when you’ve got these drinks in, you may get lucky!’ Lara continued. I bought the round and my cock brain had returned. What was I doing , I was in a straight bar with my mates but the thought of Mike’s cock was in my mind. I made a quick excuse to go to the loo to my mates, and waited in the last stall. I wasn’t there long when the door slowly opened. ‘Hello fag, Lara says you love cock, is that right?’ ‘Er yes’ I stammered quietly. ‘Good, then suck this baby’ Mike pulled down his trousers and my eyes widened. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen, and about 8 in sling. It just looked massive. I opened my mouth and as soon as Mike’s cock was inside he grabbed my head and started throatfucking me. I was gagging and gasping breaths where I could before getting used to the feeling. However, before long I heard Mike whisper in my ear, ‘I’m nearly there , swallow it all fag’ I readied myself as he erupted in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but some dripped over my chin and down my shirt. ‘You’re not bad, I’ll tell Lara , she”ll get off on that’ Mike said as he pulled his trousers up and slipped out of the cubicle. I wiped my chin, savouring the taste in my mouth. I had to clean up my shirt and think of an excuse. I returned to my mates table.’ Had an accident in the gents? ‘ one asked, noticing the stain where I had wiped off some cum I had spilled. ‘Er yeah, the taps kinda splashed up’ I lied. A round or so later one of my mates said ‘ See that goth girl with the tattoos with that black guy, I reckon she fancies you, she’s been looking at you on and off for a while’ ‘ I can’t see that ‘ I replied, ‘and I don’t fancy getting beaten up by her boyfriend either’ . I noticed That Mike had slipped outside and she was on her own. ‘ Go on speak to her’ my mate said’ she looks the opposite of Jess goody two shoes’ he said , referring to my girlfriend. I played along, and casually sauntered up to her. ‘Mike says your good at sucking cock’ she said quietly before I could say anything.’ And he says he would like to fuck you properly’ .’ I Er um….’ I stammered. ‘ this is a one time offer. Go out to the back of the pub where the bins are, and he will fuck you there… or go and sit down with your straight boring mates. I will come and watch so they think you’re leaving with me. What’s it to be ? . My cock brain was taking over. ‘ I want fucking’ I whispered. Lara grabbed my hand and led me to the door, and outside. she ushered me to the bins. ‘Here, drop your trousers’ I did as I was told as I heard Mike approach. The cold air hit my exposes ass as I felt something cold roughly smeared on my ass. ‘There’s no way you’re straight Neil if you’re bending over for his cock’ Lara giggled as Mike pushed hard against my hole. My ass stung as it stretched to take his girth. ‘Ahh’ I groaned as I felt Mike was splitting my ass. ‘ good boy, I’m in’ Mike growled in my ear as he began fucking me. The pain eased but I was being roughly fucked between bins like a rent boy, as Lara had her hand in her knickers playing with herself as she watched me taking her boyfriends cock. ‘Go on Mike, cum in his queer ass, make him one of us’ she was saying as she was bringing herself off.. my head was swimming with the grunts of Mike and the fucking I was getting until Mike grunted one more time and pushed hard and I could tell he was cumming in me. I was breathless myself as I had taken a pounding. I felt cum drip out as Mike withdrew from my ass. Before I knew it Lara and him had disappeared and I was pulling up my pants hoping the cum leaking from my ass wouldn’t be obvious and seep through my jeans, as I made my way back into the pub, and returned to my mates. I blagged a story about a quick snog and feeling her up to save face and explain my absence, but my mind was wondering where I was heading after tonight….. to be continued…….

We clinked our glasses together, and each took a small sip of champagne. Being 18 years old neither one of us was particularly used to it, so she grimaced a little and I almost certainly did. “Well done Your Majesty” she said, smiling at me. “And to you too, Your Majesty” I replied, before reaching up and touching the plastic nonsense I was wearing on my head. We had fished out our Prom King and Queen crowns to remind ourselves of what we had achieved. “We made it” she said. “It’s done.” “It is” I said. “Well, that part of it is.” “You know what I mean” she replied, smirking. I winked at her, then turned my head to look out at the moonlit lake in front of us. “Can’t quite believe it” I said quietly. “Thought for sure someone would find out.” “I didn’t” she replied, causing me to turn and look at her quizzically. “I mean, yeah, it could have happened, but we’re both so fucking good at acting that I was sure we would survive.” Survive we had, and here we were sitting toasting our graduation from high school. The crowning at the Senior Prom had been quite a feat for a gay jock and his lesbian girlfriend, but of course that’s not what our classmates knew us as. Ben “Cockhands” Hancock, the celebrated quarterback of the school football team, and Rachel Westman, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Popular, friendly, tall, athletic, good looking (even if I do say so myself)… Our win was so predictable it was almost cliché, but we still came first in the votes and duly and humbly accepted our crowns in front of our fellow seniors. Somehow we had got to that point without the true nature of our relationship getting found out: a pair of beards, hiding their exciting, sometimes sordid, private lives. We sat in silence for a while, looking out at the lake. “So you’re sure?” she asked. “I am” I replied. “It’s all I can think about.” “It’s a bit messed up” she said. “So you keep telling me” I sighed. “But it’s what I want.” “Fair enough” she said, “I guess I can’t stop you.” “No, you can’t” I responded. “Where?” she enquired, causing me to turn at look at her again. “I mean, where is it going to happen?” “One of his barns” I replied. “He says it’s where he normally does this part.” “Classy” she snorted. “Well, at least please let me know the address so I know where to send the police when he murders you.” “I’ll be fine” I said. “You know I’ve met up with him a few times, so I know what I’m getting into.” “Do you?” she asked. “Just because he’s fucked you in a toilet a few times does not mean he’s not going to strangle you tonight.” “Stop” I said, knowing she was joking but it somehow also causing my stomach to turn over a bit. The truth was, I did not know for sure that Tucker wasn’t a serial killer. What I did know is that he was going to fucking me several times that night, maybe with some help from his brother, and that by the end of it there was a good chance I would be HIV positive. — When Rachel had tried to get me to make a move on her after we had been dating for a while, I had come clean to her about my sexuality only to be overjoyed with her revealing her own true feelings back to me. There and then we agreed to become each other's beards, spending enough time together to not arouse any suspicion, but never seeking anything more from each other than friendship. Having her there as my faux girlfriend had been awesome, meaning I could maintain an image without having to force myself into something I did not in any want want to do, and had been willing to come out to her to avoid. What I did want to do was of course seek out men, and despite having no experience, I just knew deep down that I wanted to bend over for them rather than the other way round. However, I had shied away from activing pursuing any of that until my 18th birthday, when I had decided to go out and celebrate with a bang. I had read so many stories online about guys having their cherries popped on their 18th birthday, and it felt right to me that I had that kind of experience for myself. With Rachel’s help, I had put a lot of focus and effort into a whole charade to get myself clear of friends and family, and then had headed off after dark to a local public bathroom to see what sort of action I could get. Action I got, being fresh meat and all, and I went home that night thoroughly deflowered (at both ends). The day after that birthday, and only my second day of actually doing anything with men, is when my uncle caught me being fucked in the woods, evidently while seeking out a bit of action for himself while he was in town staying with us for my belated birthday celebrations. I got The Talk from him, but I think he also realised what was inevitable and thus helped me get a supply of Truvada so that I could safely and freely become the cumdump bottom I just so naturally seemed to be. That laid the groundwork for my senior year, and with our house being designed in such a way that it was very easy for me to come and go at night without my parents noticing, I had encountered few barriers in my nocturnal pursuits of cock. The problem with all this, despite how new I was to it, was that I wanted something more. Something more sleazy, more exciting, more dangerous. Yeah, I was happy to take cocks and loads all night, but there was something missing. I started to realise what that was the first time I encountered Tucker in the park toilets. Adorned with tattoos of scorpions, skulls and biohazard symbols, he hid nothing when it came to his status as a toxic, breeding pig. I did not hide that I was on PrEP, but the fact that I was only 18 was probably enough of a turn-on for him to breed me anyway. Him doing so, and growling in my ear about the toxic load I was taking, set off something exhilarating in me. This was it. This was the thing I needed. From then on I actively sought poz cock, and got fucked by Tucker many times over my senior year in all sorts of venues and locations. However, I remained on the pills my uncle sent me, putting up a barrier in my system to prevent the virus from getting in. Tucker started to get tired of it, and the thing is that I did as well. The more I sought poz cock, the more I wanted it to actually be dangerous, and for conversion to be possible. I had done some research online, and I knew that someone who got pozzed would have to go through the ‘fuck flu’ while converting. I decided that this was not something I wanted to endure during high school, particularly as it might lead to the game being given away, so I started to plan. Graduation Day just seemed to come into focus for me as the perfect time to aim for, and so I got things lined up. I managed to convince Tucker to fuck me again despite his reluctance, and then when he was hammering away inside me in that stinking public bathroom, I told him what I wanted. Unsurprisingly, he agreed. Meanwhile, after a bit of research, I worked out when to stop taking the Truvada, which also basically meant an ending to my nighttime escapades. I wanted this to happen when I chose, not accidentally. I came up with some bullshit excuses why I couldn’t be with my friends that night, and also used Rachel as the reason for escaping my family. Reading me like a book, she’d demanded to know what was going on, and it was actually quite liberating to tell her. To give her due credit, she was not as appalled as I thought she might have been, and had elected to go along with it all despite her misgivings about what I was choosing to do to myself. Now we were sitting beside the lake, having one last night of being a notional couple before we officially broke up and got on with our lives beyond school. —— “I better go” I said, starting to stand up. “One more time, are you sure?” she asked, staying sat down but reaching up to take one of my hands . “Yes” I said. “We made it to graduation, but I want to be who I am for college.” “And that means getting infected?” she asked, sounding a little pleading. “Yes” I said again. “I know you don’t understand, and that it’s a bit fucked up, but I just know that this is what I need to do.” She continued to look up at me for a moment, then nodded and let go of my hand. “Well then” she said, “I can at least say I tried. Have fun, I guess.” “Thanks” I replied, smiling at her as warmly as I could. “Not just for that, but for all of it.” “You too” she replied. “We made quite a team.” “We did” I said. “Don’t stay here by yourself please.” “Jenna’s on her way” Rachel replied, smiling. “We’ll drink the rest of the champagne and then go get naked.” I laughed, and then turned and headed off towards the edge of the park where I had parked the car. I’d only had a couple of sips of champagne and knew I was fine to drive, so I started up the engine and set off out of town to Tucker’s farm. I had not actually been onto it before, but in the lead up to Graduation Day I had headed out to the address he had given me one Sunday morning to scope it out. Truth be told, and despite Rachel’s ribbing, I had wanted to see if it gave me any sort of Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes. From what I could see though it all looked like a normal farm, with animals around, buildings in good shape, and so on. The drive out there only took a few minutes at this time of night, with the hardest part being the bumpy dirt track up to the main house. Once I had negotiated that, I pulled in to what looked like a sensible spot in the yard, turned off the engine and then sat for a moment to gather my senses. Was I actually going through with this? Was it crazy? No, it’s not crazy, I thought to myself. I’ve wanted this all year. I’m never going to marry someone and have kids. I’m a cumdump. I’m meant to be filled with everything men have to give. I’m meant to be toxic. “Toxic” I whispered to myself. “A poz cumdump whore.” That was all I needed, to hear myself say what I was, or at least wanted to be. Certain and resolved, I opened the door and got out, just as Tucker emerged from the house with a man who I immediately knew must be his brother. I guess this was going to be a two-for-one night then, immediately getting my dick hard at the prospect. “Evening boy” said Tucker. “This here is my brother Grayson.” “Hello sir” I said, nodding towards the brother. “Respectable little pig, isn’t he?” said Grayson. “Let’s see if we can’t fuck that out of him.” Tucker and his brother both laughed, but I gulped. This was happening. This was really happening. “Now let’s get you into that there barn and get on with this” said Tucker. “I’ve not fucked in a week and my balls are churning to get inside you.” The night was about to begin… [to be continued]

Chapter 30: Open Wide We had a special treat for Marc. We wanted to show him pictures of how bad his ass was torn up. My stepdad had wanted to use a speculum on Marc, but the "arms" on it would be an issue in brushing him once his hole was opened wide. He did find what was called an anal dialator though. It was a unique toy comprised of a main ring which had six rods in it. There were wing nuts on each of the shafts to slowly turn to open a hole wide by turning them. The rods could be completely removed, which was perfect so as not to interfere with brushing. We took three of the rods out, thinking this would be perfect for opening Marc's hole and then brushing it, which it was. We inserted the rods in Marc's ass, and started turning the wing nuts to open him up. It was a bit awkward using, and didn't open him as wide as a traditional speculum would have, but still effective. I took some close up pictures of his bright red insides. The brushes had definitely done a number on his insides. The walls of his ass were pink and puffy. As I was taking pictures, Marc begged us to brush and breed him again. Of course we did. My step dad retrieved the toothbrush and shoved it in Marc's ass. He had to work around the posts that were holding Marc's hole open, but he made it work. I started to do a video of the brushing, but then moved to video Marc's face. He had a joyous looking his face, and I asked him how he felt. He smiled and said great, knowing that after the brushing, he'd receive our toxic loads. He begged us ro poz him. I said you are well on your way baby, now suck my cock. My step dad started brushing him a bit harder, while stroking his own cock. He knew he wouldn't be able to get his cock in him, but was going to jack off a load in Marcs wide open hole. My stepdad said to come over and video it. He then pulled out the well bloodied brush, and shot his load in. He quickly inserted the brush in saying, let's make sure this load seeps in your body, doing what it is meant to do. He pulled the bloody cum covered brush from his hole so that I could get a picture of it. It was a beautiful sight. The red cum was frothy looking. You could actually see it slowly seep into his torn up ass. I handed my phone to my step dad, and said it wouldn't be long before I was going to bust my nut. I jacked a huge load into his waiting hole, and brushed him again. I pulled the brush out, and my stepdad removed the dialator, and quickly plugged him. While he was doing that I had Marc clean my blodied cock, and then suck on the bloody toothbrush. We all got in bed and added two hash marks to Marc's ass, totalling eight.

Part 10 I walked over to Greg and grabbed his hand and took it off his dick. “Slow down man or you're going to waste that load of cum,” I said smiling at him. “Wouldn't you prefer to cum in his ass instead of all over your own hand?” Greg licked his lips and stared at Chad's open wet inviting hole a few inches in front of him. “Yeah I'd prefer to. Shoot my cum deep inside him. It'd be so hot!” he whispered hoarsely. “Then do it man,” I encouraged him. “His ass is so tight and warm and feels fucking amazing on my bare cock. I get so turned on watching my slutty little brother get dicked and bred by another guy's hard raw cock. And he loves being filled with cum,” I told him, realizing I was getting hornier than I had been at the thought of me and Chad convincing him to barebuck fuck Chad's hole. It was wildly arousing working to seduce him to give in. Chad was wiggling his muscled jock ass in front of Greg. “Yeah man there's nothing hotter than having my ass filled with a thick hot load of cum. Especially from a cheating married big fucking cock!” Greg moaned, visibly weakening. I placed the pipe back between his lips and told him to take another big hit. He did so and blew out another good-sized cloud. I started playing with Greg's nips as he took a second hit and I whispered temptingly in his ear loud enough for Chad to hear. “And it's even better if the cum he's getting is full of chems, making him more of a pig. And your cum is definitely full of tina man.” I reached down and wrapped a fist around his cock and started stroking slowly, causing another hungry moan to come from Greg's lips. Chad must have decided to help convince Greg because he eased off the bed, came over to the chair where Greg was sitting and, with his back to Greg lowered his ass down toward Greg's lap. My hand was still holding Greg's dripping cock and I guided it to my little brother's hole as Chad pushed back and down some more until Greg's cocklips were pressing against Chad's asslips. Greg was panting in heat now and Chad knew he almost had him. He looked over his shoulder again at Greg his gaze boring into Greg's eyes. “Oh yeah, man. Your cockhead feels so good on my hole. Slide it in. Fuck my ass skin-on-skin until you shoot your cum in my guts. Your married cheating cum.” With that said Chad pushed down with a little more force until the raw head of Greg's dick popped through his sphincter into the smooth wetness of his ass. “Awwww fuuccckkk!” Greg growled and grabbed Chad's hips and pulled him more than halfway down his shaft. His bare uncovered shaft. “Yessss!” Chad hissed in wanton pleasure as he felt this stud's married cock sliding deeper inside him. “Give me that raw cock man! All the way in!” “So good,” Greg admitted. “Oh damn it feels so damn good to be inside you bare.” Greg's reluctance seemed to have disappeared as he thrust up into Chad's cummy hole, feeling the heat of Chad's hole on his bare shaft and feeling the wetness of my own load lubing his penetration. After a few minutes in this position I told them to get on the bed with Chad on all fours. They moved to that position without Greg's cock ever coming out of Chad's ass. He started fucking into Chad with longer strokes. “You like that bare cock in your ass man? You like how it feels rubbing your insides without a condom?” Greg demanded as he rammed my little brother deep and hard. “Hell fucking yes man!” Chad screamed. “It feels perfect! You're loving it too aren't you?” Greg slapped one of Chad's asscheeks hard and said, “Yes! Raw feels dirty and fantastic!” Greg was fully into the scene now and I was getting more and more turned on watching and listening to the two of them rutting. And I was mesmerized by the sight of Greg's strap-encased butt cheeks flexing and clenching as he pounded into Chad. I opened the bag of shards laying on the table and wetting my index finger I dipped it inside the bag, snagging a decent-sized piece on my fingertip. I ran the fingers of my other hand across Greg's lower back gathering up the sweat and moving the fingers to his asscrack and across his hole. “Yeah man play with my ass while I fuck your little brother. Love having my ass played with,” he grunted. I couldn't have planned it better. I covered my fingers and then his hole two or three more times with his sweat then placed the finger with the shard on it against his slicked up hole and pushed hard on one of his outstrokes from Chad's ass. My finger went in smoothly to the second knuckle and I rotated it a couple of times before pulling it out. Immediately I lowered my face to Greg's sexy ass and began eating his hole, giving the booty bump time to hit him. “That's it man! Eat my ass while I fuck your brother's hot ass! Oh yeah I love getting rimmed!” Then suddenly his body shuddered and he said, “Hell man! My ass is on fire! What are you doing?!” I pulled up from his hard ass mounds and slid my wet cockhead up and down his crack. “Keep fucking Chad's ass man,” I told him. “You like the way your ass is feeling?” He thrust into Chad again as he answered me. “Hell yes I do! It's tingling. I need something in it,” he moaned. I zeroed in on his spit and sweat covered hole with the head of my cock and asked him hoarsely, “You want my cock in it man? You want me to slide my cock in your hot ass while you bareback fuck my little brother?” Even as I was speaking I had placed my hands on Greg's hips and had started to apply pressure. Moaning, Greg pushed back as he said, “Yes! Fuck my ass man! Fuck my ass and make me fuck your little brother harder!” I exerted a little more force then felt the raw head of my dick pop inside this horny stud's married ass. “Take it!” I grunted. “Take my bare dick in your hot married ass!” I cried out and heard Greg say, “What??!!” (to be continued)

Some years ago, not long after I left Uni, I was in Brighton for a conference with some senior colleagues. It was pretty boring and I'd heard about a sauna not far from the conference centre. So I slipped away one afternoon and decided to go and find the place. I can't remember what it was called, but it was down a side street behind an anonymous blue door. Inside, it was small with a ground floor with a sauna cabin and seating area beside the reception. Upstairs were a couple of playrooms, each with a mattress on a low platform. I changed, wrapped a towel around my waist and checked the place out. It wasn't busy at that stage. In the sauna cabin, I got talking to a middle-aged guy with an average, fleshy body but a nice looking cock with a mushroom head which poked out from his towel. He saw me looking and uncovered it and stroked it to erection. A heavy drool of precum slid onto the bench. I was very excited, but also a bit shy and didn't know what to do. But he just smiled and said "Let's go upstairs." I followed him up the narrow stairs to one of the playrooms. He unwrapped my towel and let it drop and I shivered with excitement as he grasped my cock and stroked it hard. He dropped his towel and got me to hold his heavy cock and soon my hand was slippery with precum. We kissed and the feel of his tongue in my mouth made me feel faint with pleasure. Before I knew it, he pushed me back onto the bench and lifted my legs to my chest. "Nice arse." He said, picking up a sachet of lube from the mattress. He tore it open and smeared it on my arsehole. sliding his finger in a little and making me gasp. He started pushing his cock into me. The big head stretched me open, then popped in and I moaned as the heavy shaft slid in and his balls flattened against my cheeks. "Oh very nice!" He sighed happily. I couldn't believe he'd gone in bare and I was about to ask about a condom when he said " I take it you're poz like me?" My blood froze but his cock felt so good sliding in and out. What should I do? "N..n..no,. I'm not " I finally said, but I didn't move. He raised and eyebrow and said " I suppose we should stop, then?" But he kept fucking me and it felt unbelievable, especially knowing it was a poz cock and it had already leaked toxic pre-cum in me. I gasped and raised my legs further, thrusting my arse out so his cock could go deeper. I had made my decision. I couldn't stop. If I was to get pregnant, so be it. In fact, I wanted his poz seed to impregnate me. He smiled as he felt me draw him in. "So, " He said. " You want my poz babies after all?" I nodded and surrendered myself to him. "Good lad!" He leaned forward, looked me in the eye and said "Here it comes! Poz seed in you!" With that he leaned and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined and then I felt his cock swell and throb, swell and throb as he came in me. I groaned with lust. I had nver felt so excited knowing his dirty cum was probably infecting me. When he'd finished we lay for a while as his cock softened in me "When it slips out, close your hole and keep the cum inside. We want it to take, don't we?" As his cock slipped out with a wet hiss, I closed my arsehole as he had told me. He got up and showed me his glistening cock, wet with sperm. My cock was rigid and twitching with excitement as my chest heaved and gasped with lust

"You wanna get gangbanged?" I had barely logged into the app when the message flashed onto my screen. My hole was hungry, itching to be stretched and filled. So naturally, I responded. "Fuck yes." "Cool," came the reply, followed by three different dick pics. None appeared to be shorter than seven or eight inches. Two were big black cocks, one cut and one uncut with just the right amount of foreskin. The third was white, cut and smooth and girthy. My saliva glands instantly went into overdrive. I sent back a couple of pics of my ass, including my favorite - the one taken by a guy after he and his friend bred me one night in a hotel room in NYC. It captured the moment that both of their loads started leaking out of my gaped hole. I used it as a signal that I was into bottoming bare. "Where and when?" I asked. It turned out that the guy who contacted me had a room at a hotel just around the corner from my place. Talk about kismet! He told me his friends were on their way, and would be there within the half hour. Perfect - just enough time for me to shower and get ready. Before I did, though, I had to ask. "You guys fuck raw or covered?" "Raw is law," he replied, a grinning devil face emoji punctuating his response. I set my phone down and headed to the bathroom to prep, hoping that when I picked it up again the message would not have disappeared. Thankfully, my fears were unfounded. Not only had he messaged again to let me know his friends had arrived, he had included the room number and told me to knock when I arrived. I quickly dressed and responded to him. "Give me 5-10 minutes." Not waiting for his reply, I slipped my feet into some shoes, grabbed my poppers and a small tube of lube and headed out the door. The light at the end of my street seemed to take for-fucking-ever to turn green, but at last I swung my car out onto the main road, and after less than a half-mile I turned into the hotel parking lot. I found a spot and cut the motor. My stomach was in knots with nervous anticipation. I took a hit from my brown bottle to calm them. I felt my heart rate tick up as a warm glow spread across my body and my head got a little fuzzy. Taking out my phone, I sent him a message. "Parked. Coming up." I walked purposefully through the hotel lobby, throwing a polite nod at the desk staff as I passed. It had been years since I had been to this particular hotel to hook up with anyone, but my feet knew their way and in no time I was in the elevator, on my way to what I hoped would be an amazing afternoon. I took another hit from my brown bottle as I stepped off the elevator, momentarily steadying myself against the corridor wall as they took effect. The room turned out to be a suite at the far end of the hall. With my heart in my throat, I knocked as instructed. The door opened, but whoever was behind it remained hidden. The room was dark; the blackout curtains had been drawn. The only light came from the TV, to which someone was casting bareback porn from their phone or laptop. "Strip and get on the bed," a disembodied voice instructed from the corner of the room. "We want you ass up." As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could make out the silhouette of a set of double French doors leading to the bedroom. Stepping inside, I took off my clothes, grabbed my poppers and lube and climbed on the bed, my ass in the air pointed toward the door. "Turn around," said the voice. "We wanna watch the TV while we breed you." An odd request, but I was so fucking horny that I readily complied. I spun around so that my ass was now pointed toward the headboard. Anyone pounding my hole would be able to clearly see what was on the TV on the opposite wall. So I was to be a cock sleeve they used to get off in while they watched porn. That didn't hurt my feelings one little bit. I took a huff from my brown bottle as a shadow approached my face. My mouth was at the perfect height and the cock slid right in, working its way to the back of my throat. This was the uncircumsized one and it was delicious! As he worked past my gag reflex I stuck out my tongue and tasted the saltiness of his balls. The bed moved and I felt someone getting behind me. I heard the click of a bottle - so they wouldn't need my lube - and then the familiar pressure of a cock head pressing on my sphincter. I had no way of knowing which of the other guys it was, but as my hole opened willingly to let him in, I felt the walls of my rectum stretch wide. He did not stop until his lower abdomen met my ass cheeks. He was balls deep. The two friends matched their rhythms as they spit-roasted me. The cock in my mouth slid out of my throat as the one in my ass slid deep, then as the one in my ass pulled out the one in my mouth slid back in. In my mind I pictured the old weather vane on my grandfather's garage, the one with two sawyers holding a huge saw that went back and forth in time with the wind. "Fuck, I'm gonna nut already," said the one in my mouth. "let me in there." His friend obliged, slipping out of my ass and moving over to allow his friend to take over. "Ready to get knocked up?" he asked. "Fuck yeah," I replied breathlessly. I took the opportunity to huff from my brown bottle again since my face was unencumbered. As my head swam, I felt that big uncut cock slide balls deep. he gripped my hips like he was afraid he might fall off, and after a couple of big thrusts I felt his cock spasm. He was filling my guts with his cum. At last the spasms subsided and I felt him slide out. "Let me clean you off," I said to him. Without a word, he got off the bed and positioned his now-deflating cock at my mouth again. I sucked in the entire length, savoring the taste of cum and ass and working my tongue under his foreskin to make sure I got every last drop. As I was administering to him, his friend once again got behind me and slid his cock into my now cum-slick hole. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he moaned. "What an ass. My turn to knock it up." My poppers-addled brain suddenly keyed on the phrase he used. He didn't say he was going to breed my hole. He said 'knock it up'. Between the moans escaping my lips I managed to ask, "Are you guys poz?" "Yeah," he affirned. "But you're on PrEP, so it's cool." Except I wasn't on PrEP. That was a bald-faced lie that I included on every one of my online profiles. There was a reason I always ask if guys fuck raw. And there's a reason I don't ask about diseases or HIV status before I fuck someone. Because I wanted it. I had been desperate to join the poz brotherhood for nearly a decade. I wanted the virus with every fiber of my being. I had been used by hundreds of men, most of them bareback, and willingly taken their loads in my pursuit. But it had all been in vain. Until today. Disguising my excitement, I said as deadpan as I could,, "Yeah, that's cool. It's not for me to refuse a load." "Damn right," said the voice from the living room. "Cum dumps don't get a say." The guy behind me quickened his pace and I knew another breeding was imminent. I was about to take my second toxic load of the day. I could barely contain myself! The grip on my hips tightened and the telltale spasms told me he was now adding his load to the first. I squeezed tight, partly to milk every last drop from his balls and partly to make sure none spilled when he pulled out. He began to go soft and began sliding out. I bore down on my sphincter muscles. "Fuck, that's some grip!" he uttered. "Amazing." Before I had a chance to tell him I wanted to clean him off, his cock was in my face. I greedily took it in my mouth to the root, working my tongue all around to clean him thoroughly. At last he pulled away, spent. I had never felt so wantonly slutty in my entire life. I had to have more cock - and there was still one to be had. "Ready for me?" asked the third man, who I could now see had been watching from a chair in the corner of the other room. I took another hit from my brown bottle and replied, "Yessss, please." It was more of a plea than an answer. I wanted his load, and I was prepared to shamelessly beg for it. "Even if my viral load is over seven hundred thousand?" He asked teasingly. "Yessss, God yessss!" I responded. "I need your poz load in my guts with the others!" "You gotta suck me to get me hard first," he said, getting up from the chair. I could just make out his cock, swaying as he walked toward me. It was the white guy. His cock was as long soft as it appeared to be hard. He approached, and for the third time that day I opened my mouth for a poz cock. Suddenly I felt something hard bump against my teeth. As I took him further into my mouth I could taste metal. I felt around with my tongue - a PA! It had been years since I had been fucked by a pierced cock. My first experience had been one of pleasure, then pain, then intensely pleasurable pain. That guy, too, had bred me, and I had hoped at the time that he might be injecting a toxic load when he came, but alas if he was it never took. Here was another chance. I worked his cock like a pro, using my lips and tongue to get him rock hard. It swelled in my mouth until I could barely wrap my lips around the shaft. I couldn't wait to see what he did to my ass once he got inside! His PA was a thick gauge, a three-quarter loop with round balls on each end. I didn't have to wait long. "Hey guys, come hold him," he instructed the others. He got on the bed and pushed me down so I was laying on my stomach. The other two got on the bed, one on each side of me, outstretched my arms and pinned them so I couldn't move. He pushed my legs together and then straddled me, holding my legs closed with his calves. I felt that huge cock slapping my ass cheeks as he got himself ready. I felt him slide between my cheeks and connect with my cum-drooling hole. Then he pushed his way in. It felt as though he was penetrating me with a hot curling iron. I cried and bucked as he split me open and the big metal ring tore at my insides. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I found myself wishing that I had quit while I was ahead. "Hold him!" he barked as my arms flailed beneath his companions. "He wants this virus, he's gonna fuckin' get it!" He worked his shaft deeper and deeper into my rectum as it spasmed in protest. I shudder to think about how it might have felt had I not already had two loads inside me to ease his entry. But at last, he was fully inside. He paused a moment, holding still as I willed myself to relax. "My poppers!" I cried. One of the other guys found them on the bed and uncapped them, holding the bottle under each nostril while pressing the other closed. I took two mighty breaths, huffing as much as I could into my lungs and into my blood stream. Only then did I feel my muscles begin to relax around his huge shaft. "There you go," he said. "Now you're ready." He began to thrust, slowly at first and then more and more quickly. The pain died away as my mind went numb from the combination of poppers and his assault. "Gonna make sure you get knocked up!" he said, his breath coming more quickly. "This hole is fucking great. You're gonna make me shoot in no time!" 'No time' took considerably longer than I hoped. I cried and whimpered as he hammered my hole time and again, working that high viral load out of his balls. I grit my teeth and resolved to take it; I had been chasing this dream for far too long for me to back away now. The pain, I reassured myself, would be worth the reward. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" he bellowed. My sphincter was stretched as wide as it would go and my muscles were all numb, so this time there was no squeezing his shaft. When he came he rammed his cock balls-deep into me and froze, moaning in pleasure as he added to the toxic brew already inside me. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before finally climbing off me. His friends released my arms and as he pulled out, I swear I felt the cool room air rush inside my massive gape. Like the others, he brought his cock to my lips so I could clean it off. This time I tasted cum and ass mixed with blood. His piercing had done what it was supposed to do. "Now, before you get up, I have a present for you," he said. He turned and caught something thrown to him by one of the other guys. "A souvenir, if you will." He held it in such a way that I could see what it was in the dim light: a large butt plug, the base of which was inscribed with the biohazard symbol. He slid it into my ass until it was firmly lodged in place. "Don't take that out for twelve to twenty-four hours," he said. "When you do, you'll be a new man." With that I got up off the bed, pulling my clothes back on. I wondered for a moment if anyone in the lobby would be able to see the shape of the plug's base through my shorts, but decided I really didn't care. I had three poz loads brewing inside me. It was time to go home and do as I had been instructed - leave them in there as long as possible to allow the virus to take hold. The short drive home was an uncomfortable one, but I managed to get into the house and up to my bedroom. Kicking off my shoes, I fell face-first on the bed, exhausted from the poppers and all the abuse I had taken - the wonderful, amazing abuse that I hoped was about to start a new chapter for me. My daily routine went on as it always had - eat, sleep, work, repeat. I never saw my gifter or his friends on the app again, despite checking every blank profile that appeared. Then about three and a half weeks after my encounter, I came down with a cold. Hoping that it meant the gift had taken, I waited a few more weeks - an impossibly long time given my level of excitement - and got tested. After a decade of trying everything, my dream had finally come true. I was a member of the brotherhood at last.

Last night. Went to Ramrod, and did get an update on the "sale" situation. The two guys that have owned Ramrod (the business, not the building) for over 30 years have been renting the space. The owner finally decided to sell the building, and the owners of the business (RR) are the ones buying the building. Lately the fucking has been forbidden over there, since "there are city building inspectors coming and going all the time"; this reported by one of the long-time bartenders. Now. I don't know of any city employees that come to inspect plumbing, electrical, structural issues at any building in this burg at 11 pm or later. Any/every guy that's been there in the last few decades knows there have been issues with the physical plant for a loooong time. Never-the-less, that was the explanation. But, the good thing is, RR will - at some point - most likely continue to be the pigpen it always has been. So, one beer later I headed over to Slammer, and it was just nuts. All the snowbirds have flown the coop for the summer, so it was jammed with guys that either moved to Ft. L. for attractions like Slammer, or guys who were fortunate enough to have grown up here. Put another way, pigs. There were guys fucking each other everywhere - in the booths, in the hallways, in the darkroom, in the orgy room. In the darkroom, which was full, I started near one door because that was the only one with only one guy waiting his turn. When my turn came, he was like a bucking bronco - rutting his Hole back and forth, fucking himself. I had to tell him to stop trying fuck himself on my Cock - I'd rather fuck him. There were other guys standing around, but it was too dark to actually see them. A couple put their arms around my shoulders/waist, seemly out of nowhere. One guy even wriggled in behind me and rutted against my ass-crack while I rutted in the Hole. Another nuzzled my neck - felt up my chest, the bottom's back. It was as though they were partaking of the fuck vicariously. It's quite normal for guys to wear nothing but shoes, a harness, maybe some other bits of gear, and cocksuckers were busy even in the hallways. The orgy room was quite dark, and mostly full of guys fucking each other. There are always some bystanders in there, which is fine, but more guys Breeding than watching. Groping hands, bodies pressed together, Holes being filled, and there was room enough to get down to eat some Holes. Only 1 of them had commercial lube up there, which was a pleasure. Even the adjacent cocksucking platforms were busy. It seemed that a new rule had been established at Slammer - Pigs only admitted - It was just fantastic. After some rutting, I decided to walk around a bit, and a neighbor 2 houses down the block said hi, he was having a great time, and asked if I was too. It wasn't just me - he mentioned how piggish everyone was too. While I was talking to him, a hot guy, muscular, wearing nothing but an armband, boots and a smile, covered lightly with lovely fur, got down on the floor and started sucking both the neighbor's Cock and mine. The neighbor is a bottom, and excused himself, the guy going down on me got up, turned around and shoved his Hole onto my Cock - right there in the hallway. He'd clearly been well-opened up by then, and we stepped into a darkened, extra large booth with room enough for maybe 6,8 guys. His Hole was hairy, full of Sperm, and it was a total pleasure putting my mouth on it. Then, he stood up, kissed me so he could taste his loads too, and bent over; this guy would be a perfect "pigson". I slid right in to that cumhole easily, and he started in with the 'ohhhh ... ahhhh .... Breed me ...' talk, which only drew other guys. Another bottom was almost hollering filthy, delightful Breedtalk in the corner while a Top fucked him. The guy I was in had a perfect Hole - loose enough to just back up onto me - tight enough for me to feel every millimeter of his Hole, and the smell of his sweat, the loads, all the other guys was just perfect. Other guys feeling the bottom up, feeling me up, quietly talking Breedshit in my ear, in the bottom's ear. One of the best night's I've had over there in a while.

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Chapter 8: Starting Over Roar. Boom. Swoosh. The steady rhythm of the tides, the endless pounding of the swells down on the shore, the suction of the water being drawn back out into the sea, echoed in the air. The sky painted a picture in pastels, the soft blue, the pale pink, the even paler orange of a tropical dawn. Daniel sat on a wooden bench, gazing out across the sloping beach at the horizon as the sun tipped over the edge and flooded the world with light. He was wearing his new “uniform,” which he called that (as he thought wryly) for lack of a better word: wildly patterned surfing jammers, flip-flops and a thick fleece hoodie with the hood pulled up. He was warming his hands on a mug full of steaming coffee, hot, black, and strong. It might be the tropics, or nearly so, but sunrise down on the shore could still be a bit chilly at any and all seasons of the year, especially here on the windward side of the island. It was his favourite time of the day to be out here – the calm before the storm. Out on the sand, absorbing the endless rhythms of the sea as he slowly woke up and mentally prepped himself for another day. Sometimes he’d take his coffee and go for a walk along the beach; others, he’d just perch on the bench and watch the show playing out in the sky and the sea. It was a perfect time to watch the sea birds taking to wing, to gaze out at dolphins frolicking in the waves, sometimes amid the slower, more majestic movements of the grey whales. The locals were still asleep, the holiday-makers in their showplace resorts not yet out and about. In a few more hours the beach would become a screaming madhouse of tourists and surfer dude wannabes, with people doing their damnedest to get killed left, right and center. This beach and this surf weren’t any place for the newbie or the novice – not that this stopped the newbies and novices from flocking here, sure that they could beat these waves with no trouble. The understaffed crew on the one and only lifeguard stand couldn’t keep up with the unending flood of idiot know-it-alls, and Daniel and his friends would spend at least as much time being unpaid and unrecognized volunteer lifeguards as they spent surfing themselves, at least in the peak hours of the days during busy holiday periods. Daniel didn’t mind. There were still plenty of hours in the day before the fools came and after they left for him to spend riding the waves himself. It felt good to reach back into the earliest water skills he’d learned, to pull them back up, to put them into practice, to improve and hone his board work until he was riding better than he’d ever done before in his life. Paddling out into the ocean and taking on the big surf gave him a feeling of peace that he had never known in any other place or time in his life. He took another long pull on his coffee. Hawaiian coffee really was something special, such a distinctive taste. You could never get coffee this good on the mainland, no matter how hard you tried or how many places you looked. A hand clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, bud.” “Hey, Brad.” “All okay?” “Yeah. Haven’t had to rescue anyone yet today.” Brad let out a bellow of laughter and sauntered over to the rack to check over his longboard. Daniel mused on the way he’d met Brad and his other new friends. He’d come to this beach, looking for a place to settle that was as far from his former world as he could get, a place where he’d have the best chance of not being found. Because he didn’t want his old world to find him. He’d seen an ad pinned on a notice board, three guys in a house looking for a fourth as roommate. Own room, shared bath, shared kitchen, and a price that by Hawaiian standards was downright cheap. He’d called the number, met Brad, and started moving in the next day. Before leaving the mainland, he’d updated his investments to feed him a small but steady income, and then hired someone to get rid of nine-tenths of his stuff, from furniture to artworks, and to sell his condo. He’d brought just a few things with him to get him started on his new life. Even by the standards of this house of footloose surfer dudes, his belongings made a pretty small heap and took up less than half the storage in his new room on the top floor. He had a little more trouble confining his food supplies to his designated one quarter of the refrigerator and freezer, but he soon learned that there were things he could really do without. If he got into the mood for something more exotic, he could always hop into his jeep and drive half an hour to some of the restaurants in the nearest resort district. Nor did such expeditions put too much of a dent in his finances, since the addition of the proceeds from the various sales to his already-solid portfolio meant that he was in a fair way to be considered well-to-do, if not downright rich. It took about an hour on the first day for one of the other three, Rodrigo, to recognize him and out him as a big porn star. Brad and Arian had given a huge hoot of laughter but then quieted down to hear Daniel’s response. He took it in stride and with good humour, making sure they all understood that they were talking about his past, and that ended the discussion of that issue for good. This was a world where nobody fussed much over questions of sex and sexuality. Whatever you did in bed, it was all cool (if it was at least nearly legal), as long as you could keep up on the waves. Daniel needed a bit of time to polish the rust off his board skills, but the razzing he got from the others quickly turned to respect as he gained his surf style and flair back in a hurry. Once Daniel had remastered his board, he also began to meet some of the other surfers in the area – the settlement wasn’t quite organized enough to be called a town or village. They were, as a group, a larger reflection of his housemates: laid back, quiet, non-judgemental guys and girls who took the world and its people pretty much as they were. Daniel could hardly have picked a better environment to help him let go of his past. He no longer had to live for the next round of auditions, for the next pressurized shooting schedule, for meetings with backers and agents and applicants and camera operators. His daily meetings now were with the unending variety and limitless surprises of the surf itself, and this he could and did immerse himself in. It was a casual lifestyle that took him back in time to his younger days when Kauai had been less populated, less developed, less overrun by tourism. There were some things about that early life that Daniel would never have wished back, but the quieter, easier pace of the life that he remembered had been the best part of it – and here, he had found a place in the islands where that low-gear approach to everything still ruled. The only thing wrong with this idyllic life was the absence of sex. For the first week or two, Daniel honestly didn’t miss it. His old life had been filled with sex-as-lust, sex-as-business, sex-as-performance, and sex-as-oiling-the-wheels for his occasionally fractious company of models. In many ways, it was a positive relief to take an extended breather from it all. That is, it was a breather until his balls began to ache, both figuratively and literally. When that happened, he resorted to his right hand. That’s what he was doing one quiet Wednesday night when Rodrigo tapped on his door and opened it, all in one motion, catching Daniel in the act – right hand firmly fastened around his thick, hard tool, and juice oozing out of the head. Daniel had grown years beyond any chance of being embarrassed at having been caught jacking off. And Rodrigo simply and quietly said, “I could give you something better than your right hand if you want.” Daniel nodded, and the game was afoot. In moments, Rodrigo had shed his shorts and t-shirt, and flopped onto the bed beside Daniel, reaching out to grasp that rigid cock and stroke it gently while his own rapidly inflated into a full erection – neither as big around nor as long as Daniel’s nine-incher, but still a good solid piece of meat. In less time than it takes to tell it, Rodrigo was swallowing Daniel’s cock right to the root, while Daniel had grasped Rodrigo’s piece and begun stroking it. Before long, he swung himself around on the bed so that Rodrigo’s cock was right in his face and inhaled it. The two studs sucked steadily on each other for several minutes, each grasping and playing with the ass of the other as they bobbed up and down. Daniel was the first to slide a finger into Rodrigo’s tight hole, but Rodrigo quickly followed suit. The poking and stroking of the prostate glands quickly speeded up the tempo of the encounter. Rodrigo moaned that he was about to cum, and Daniel pulled off his tool just long enough to say, “So am I – let’s go for it.” Their mutual sucking speeded up even more, the groans got louder, and then Rodrigo’s ass muscle contracted around Daniel’s probing finger as his cock shot off a hot load of juice into Daniel’s busy mouth. Seconds later, Daniel returned the favour, pushing his cock all the way into Rodrigo’s throat while his load fired off, pumping out spurt after spurt. Rodrigo choked and pulled off for a moment, then dove back on and manfully swallowed Daniel’s entire load as Daniel had swallowed his. After the excitement abated, Daniel swung back up to come face to face with Rodrigo, and they shared a series of wet and sloppy kisses, enjoying the mingled flavour of their cum loads. At last, Daniel spoke. “Damn, that was good.” “You said it. Fuck, man, do you always cum a gallon like that?” “When I haven’t gotten off for a while and I’m feeling the need, yeah.” “Well, you didn’t need to keep to yourself so much. I’ve been ready for you ever since you arrived.” “Is that because you wanted to get drilled by a famous porn star? “No, just because you’re a fucking hot stud, and – like you – I’m frustrated.” At that, they both laughed – but then Daniel reached down to adjust his cock, which was already filling up for another bout of sex. Rodrigo stared at it. “Look at you, ready for Round Two just like that. Are you always that fast?” “Believe it. You ready to get drilled now?” For answer, Rodrigo rolled onto his stomach, pushing his pale white buns into the air and rolling them from side to side. Daniel immediately plunged his face into Rodrigo’s crack, sucking and licking on the cheeks and tonguing the hole. That hole began to loosen and twitch, showing that Rodrigo was every bit as ready as Daniel. He took a few more minutes to dig right into that ass, tongue-fucking Rodrigo until Rodrigo was moaning and muttering, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then Daniel got up on his knees, planted the tip of his cock at the opening, and began to lean, pressing down and in until the ring gave way. Rodrigo let out a loud moan as Daniel slowly pushed the entire Hawaiian Nine all the way into his quivering fuck tunnel. Rodrigo moaned again and twisted around on the bed as Daniel began to fuck ass, slowly building up from an easy start to full ramming speed. His hole was struggling to cope, feeling the massive shaft pulling half of his ring out on each stroke, and then shoving it back into place as that huge cock plunged deep inside him again. Then Daniel leaned right down and wrapped his arms around Rodrigo’s body, as taut and muscled as his own, before rolling over onto his back. That brought Rodrigo up on top and he instantly began heaving up and down, fucking himself into a frenzy on Daniel’s thick pole. Rodrigo was taking it all the way to the root on every stroke, his hole stretched almost as wide as if he had two dicks inside him, and still moaning and chanting, “fuck… fuck… fuck….” Daniel grunted, “Gonna cum soon – gonna breed your hot man hole.” “Fuck, yeah. Fill me up, stud – give it to me!” Daniel grasped Rodrigo’s hips, holding him still in the air, arched his back, and began pounding hard and fast, straight up into that welcoming hole, driving himself towards another huge orgasm. Rodrigo got hold of his own cock, and began jerking it like a madman, slamming his hand up and down as Daniel worked his hole harder and harder. Then it happened. Daniel came first, with a loud groan, as his cock convulsed and pumped another big load of cream up inside Rodrigo. Just as he slammed all the way inside and held it there, Rodrigo yelled, “Yes! Fucking cumming!” and shot a fountain of cum clear up to splatter across his face, then a series of shorter jets which smeared themselves across his straining abs while Daniel groaned as the last of his load pumped out. Rodrigo rolled off, then, desperately trying to clamp his hole shut so that Daniel’s load wouldn’t leak out. He loved falling asleep with a man’s cream inside him. But Daniel had other ideas, pushing Rodrigo’s legs up into the air so he could suck and slurp his load out of that gaping hole and then share it with Rodrigo in an ecstatic snowball kiss. Finally, Daniel rolled away, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes, he said quietly, “Fuck, that was terrific.” His answer was a gentle snore. He smiled, pulled the sheet up over both of them, and settled down for the night, curled up behind Rodrigo in the big spoon position. In the morning, the two of them awoke late, having been sated by their two wild rounds of hot sex at bedtime. They were the last two to appear in the kitchen. Arian winked at Brad as Daniel and Rodrigo dragged themselves in, aiming for the coffee maker. His first words were, “You two look well rested. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep – all the background noise.” Brad innocently added, “Yeah, me too. Sounded like a couple of wild animals mating in the bushes outside.” Daniel growled, and Rodrigo chuckled and flipped them the finger. Then all four of them laughed. From then on, Rodrigo spent most nights in Daniel’s bed. Neither of them would have said it was a relationship, though. It was purely and simply a sexual connection, a couple of hot guys helping each other to scratch the itch – nothing more. But it was definitely hot. There was the day when Rodrigo steered Daniel to swim around and into a small cove some way to the west of the main beach, an isolated little enclave which could only be reached by rock climbing or by water. They spent the afternoon replaying From Here to Eternity there, finally returning out to the open ocean and back to headquarters with sore asses, sore cocks, and a severe case of scratchy sand in every little nook and cranny that sand could get into. Or take the calm, moonless night when they ran down to the shore in the shelter of the big rock pile at the east end of the beach and fucked each other full of sperm in the placid ocean backwater with the light of the stars blazing overhead. Rodrigo was no fool. He loved having hot sex on tap whenever needed, and didn’t want anything more himself, but he could tell that Daniel was deliberately putting up a barrier, holding himself aloof from any kind of emotional response at all whenever they got it on. At first, he took that as simply the practised response to sexual activity during a scene shoot – and he wasn’t wrong in that. What set him wondering whether there was something further about it was a short trip to the mainland, a trip during which he met and fucked with a buddy who’d been involved in the porn biz for a while. Back in Hawaii again, he decided to try prodding Daniel a bit and see what came up. They were sitting on the bench one morning with their coffee, looking down across the sand at the sunrise. Rodrigo carefully said, “You know, Daniel, when I was in L.A. last week I met an old buddy who told me you were quite the heartbreaker back before you came here.” Daniel tried to laugh it off, but Rodrigo persisted. “According to him, there were a couple of guys who fell for you pretty badly but couldn’t make any headway cracking your shell.” Daniel laughed again. “You seemed to crack it pretty easily.” “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Getting you into bed isn’t difficult, but you’re a hard man to get to know – really get to know. What’s the deal?” Rodrigo asked, even though he fully expected resistance, evasion, diversion. To his considerable surprise, Daniel not only considered the question but then actually responded. “I don’t know how much you know about my life, but even the bigger rumours should tell you something about me. I was eighteen when I first went to L.A. and got involved in the porn business. A few months later, my dear mother, that good Christian family woman” -- and he said the words with a sneer – “found out and banned me from her life, told me never to come home. When my dad tried to speak up for me, she threw him out too. My brother and sisters sided with me and my dad, and that ripped the whole family apart. After taking my part against my mom, my dad ended up blaming me for the whole mess and now my brother and my sisters won’t talk to me either. “Then there was my boyfriend.” Another sneer. “A sleazy porn producer with a real weakness for big cock but no notion how to treat people well. He got me involved in the business by filming us together and using it, without my permission, in a video he was producing. Class A manipulative asshole – a real slime bucket. Next thing you know, I’d been pretty much blackmailed into being a porn model, without even planning it that way. My only lucky break was the size of my dick – that, and the fact that I could always cum on demand, multiple times. That led to my screen name, made me a valuable asset in any video, and soon enough it let me write my own ticket. “The last film I made for that creep, the guy he paired me with gave me something more than just a good tight hole to breed. That’s how I found out that his shithole company was taking samples from the models but wasn’t even bothering about actually getting them tested or anything. I went to the doctor, got it treated, and it cleared up, fortunately. “But that was the breaking point. As soon as I could swing it, I used my reputation, got a gig in someone else’s video, and walked out of that asshole’s life for good. I might have been the top, but he was the one who really fucked me over. Before long, I’d gotten my own company going, and managed to make him eat dirt when his business dried up. From then on, sex was business and nothing but. And that’s my story. Not a life where any real human emotions would ever get you anywhere or become rewarding in any way. Does that answer your question?” Rodrigo sat in stunned silence. His friend in L.A. had told him the bare outlines, but he hadn’t expected it to be as rotten as this. At last, he managed to speak. “Daniel, why are you telling me all this in so much detail?” “Well, you wanted to know.” “My friend gave me the impression that you were famous for keeping everything to yourself.” Daniel sighed. “You’re right. I was and I did -- and look what it’s done to me. It’s been like eleven months since I came down here, and it’s taken me that long just to figure out that I’m too fucked up for words. You can’t go through that kind of shit without having some pretty intense emotional reactions, but I just bottled them all up. All that hate and despair and rage that I was compressing inside had built up in me to the point where I had to start spilling it out and somehow manage to let it all go before it destroyed me.” Rodrigo could see and hear that Daniel was on the verge of cracking. He put down his mug, and wrapped his arms around Daniel, pulling him in close while the big guy exploded in heart-wrenching sobs, sobs that were heaving up almost from the soles of his feet. Brad and Arian spotted them from the house, but the two of them realized that whatever was going on between Daniel and Rodrigo was serious, not a subject for joking, and something they’d better leave Rodrigo to handle. Finally, Daniel pulled himself together, dried his eyes, and sat up straight again. He gave Rodrigo a wan smile, and finally said, “I haven’t told you the worst of it yet.” Rodrigo was almost scared to ask, but he figured from the look on his face that Daniel needed to spill this more than anything else. “Go on.” Daniel said slowly. “I’ve finally realized that I fell in love with a guy, and I’m pretty sure he fell in love with me. I couldn’t figure it out when it happened, because I was too messed up to recognize my own feelings for what they were.” “So what are you going to do about it?” “Nothing. It’s too late. He’s found someone else.”

**This is fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 10 - Thursday Roulette Day In the morning, Sam and Jonas woke up from Peter and Eric's bed. During the night the boys were swapped several loads. Sam said he had to go straight to work because today would be Thursday and roulette day. Sam would have quite a lot of work today and it will be a busy day. Peter was curious and asked what it means that it is roulette day. Sam told how his task is to organize 8 negative chasers and 10 tops, two of which would be viral. Sam told how young unmedicated bottoms are tied to fuck benches and how tops fuck holes raw. And finally seed the bottom they want. Peter and Eric's cocks stood rock hard. "Sounds really hot. It would be great to participate in the roulette," said Eric. "I can take you guys along if you want to participate. But you have to make a decision now," said Sam. Peter and Eric talked for a while and then Peter told Sam that they wanted to attend. Sam worked hard at the store all day. Sam served the customers and took care of the evening's roulette. In the afternoon, Jonas also came to the store after school to help with customers. Peter and Eric toured the city seeing the sights and went to a store to take a quick test which proved they were both negative. In the evening, George stated that Sam and Jonas do well together at roulette, so he can stay for the evening to run the shop. Sam and Jonas arrived at the warehouse in advance and organized all the places before the bottoms and tops arrived. Jonas and Sam agree that Jonas will receive and give instructions for the tops and Sam for the bottoms. Soon men started to arrive and Peter and Eric also arrived. "We thought we'd come here as tops," said Peter to Sam. "I'm sorry, but I misunderstood. I naturally assumed that you wanted to test how many of the tops wanted to squirt their loads in your delicious asses. I thought that the thought of winning the roulette just turned you on. The situation now is that switching sides is no longer possible. You must decide that whatever you want," said Sam. Eric started to take off his clothes and said that he wants to at least try. Soon all the bottoms, including both German boys, were tied to the fucking benches and their bare asses were exposed. On the top side, the men were very satisfied with the reform, where the 20-year-old young Jonas was instead of George preparing the men for the fuck party. Everyone took turns pushing their cocks down Jonas's throat. They kept the Dicks deep in Jonas's throat so that Jonas began to gag. Men's cocks glistened from Jonas' saliva. Sam came to open the door and said it's time to fuck. The tops hurried to choose bottoms for themselves and started fucking. Jonas and Sam suck the cocks of the tops waiting for their turn. Sam pointed at Eric and Peter and told the tops that they were a couple and German tourists who had fucked without a rubber for the first time yesterday. Sam continued to promote Peter and Eric to all the tops in turn. "Yes, thank you, young and fresh meat," said the big-bellied 50+ top. "Awesome to get to pop European young holes. Let's hope the boys get some good souvenirs," said another. By the end of the night, the advertising had clearly worked because Peter had received 5 men's loads and Eric had 6. When the boys were dressed Sam reminded the boys that the sperm is now where it belongs. "Eric and Peter's job is to keep the liquids inside as long as possible". Eric was in heat and asked Sam and Jonas to come with them to the hotel again and rubbed his hand over his clearly hardened bulge. Immediately, both Sam and Jonas agreed.

As a guy who has little body hair what do other guys think about those men with thick hairy pubes? I love them. I cannot imagine what it must feel like having a jungle of musky pubic hair around my cock and between my legs. One thing I do know is that when a guy with masses of pubic hair is breeding me, when I can feel his coarse hair against my hole then I know he is deep inside me where I want him to be.

One of the clones winked at me, then ran his tongue lasciviously over his lips whilst rubbing his crotch through the towel. I blushed, but I was also excited by his attention. "Who's this then, Mike?" Asked the other skinny guy. "What's your name, mate?" Said Mike "It's Ian." I replied and he fondled my arse, "Pleased to meet you, Ian" He laughed "Ian was here for a conference." He continued, "But I took him upstairs and gave him something he'll remember a lot more!" "Dirty bugger!" said the guy behind the desk. "Did you give it to him raw?" "Oh yes,"Mike replied " Took my dirty load like a trooper." One of the old men made a grunt of disapproval and left, but the other just drank his tea and smiled at me. "Well," said the skinny guy. "We can't let it go at that, can we? I reckon you need some more poz cum to make sure you leave here pregnant." As he spoke, his partner pulled back his towel revealing a long, thin, stiff cock against his pot belly. I felt my own cock straining against my towel and then Mike pulled it off me and I stood naked and nervous before them. "Nice cock," said the skinny guy. "But I want your arse on my cock." His friend grasped the base, squeezing it into stiffness. A drool of precum oozed from the tip. Not only was he skinny, he didn't look well. The guy behind the desk leaned forward and kissed Mike, "Pity I'm on duty. I could do with a piece of that." Mike inclined his head towards the sofa and raised his eyebrow. "What are you waiting for, Ian? You know you want it." Hesitantly, I went over and touched the man's cock. What was I thinking?! The other man produced a brown bottle, unscrewed the top and offered it to me. The sharp tang of poppers filled the room. With shaking hands, I took it and sniffed deeply. "Oh. Oh shit!" I gasped as the chemical washed through me. My body relaxed and my inhibitions melted away. Boney fingers grabbed my hips and thighs, turning me around and pulling me down. I felt fingers grasping the man's erection, positioning it against my hole, and then he pulled me down and his cock slid up me. I gave a squeal like a stuck pig, and then I was seated on his thighs impaled on his cock and I felt an incrediblerush of depraved pleasure. The other man pulled my face round and kissed me, his tongue snaking into my mouth as he squeezed my cock. I began to move up and down, giving myself up to the diseased cock in my rectum as more poppers were pressed against my nose. Mike came over and dropped his towel. His heavy cock sprang up. "Suck it, bitch!" He said "Suck the poz cock which has been up inside you!" I groaned in surrender and leaned forward to take the slimey head into my mouth. Beneath me, the skinny guy was jerking and grunting as his cock stabbed up inside me. "Bloody hell! " he gasped "I'm gonna cum in you!" Mike with drew his cock and bent to take my face in his hands. "Here it comes, Ian" He said " Another poz load! Are you happy? Do you want it? Tell me" I was lost in lust and poppers and shame and excitement. I looked him in the eye and nodded. "Yes, I want it." At that moment, the cock in me stiffened and throbbed, the man grunted and sobbed and I felt his sperm flooding up inside me. "Good lad." Said Mike and kissed me. Beside me, the old man sipped his tea and had opened his towel, wanking himself as he watched.

I need this 🚬😵

We connected on Grindr and had some intense chats there / shared pics of each other. We are both 57, him recently divorced. I was renting a small cottage in Malibu for the weekend and invited him over for some playtime. The cottage had a private outside entrance that led upstairs to the unit. I wanted us to both be naked the first time we saw each other. I asked if he would be willing to strip down just past the outside entrance and then head up stairs to find me. I was shocked that he agreed. I gave him the address & gate code, then waited patiently for him (naked of course). I heard the gate open and close, my heart began to race. After a few moments, I could hear his footsteps going up the stairs. i decided to meet him at the top of the stairs. We both smiled at each other and then we kissed. We went inside and sat on the couch and continued to kiss, and touch each other all over. We took turns sucking and rimming each other. There was a small deck that overlooked the ocean. At nightime, it was very private / don't think anyone would see what would happen there. I led him out onto the deck and we continued to kiss. I lubed up my cock and gently bent him over. He said he hadn't been fucked before. Tonight would be his first. I slowly eased my cock inside of him. I slowly fucked him until I couldn't take it anymore and with one final thrust, came inside of him. He turned around and we kissed passionately. I smiled and told him it was now his turn. I spread my legs and could feel his cock deep inside me. He soon couldn't hold it back and shot his load deep inside my ass.

So does this make me a fuck pig?

Fuck yes @dbeau, this is very hot - would love to hear more both about your discovering that twisted side of you, and the guy you and your GF's bud seduced to the dark side. As an out gay top-vers who has been with a 100% top for 33 years - we've always had an open sexual relationship since our second date and a good thing too, since due to health issues his libido and sex life came to a halt 10 years ago and I can still do extracurricular - as a top/vers I have many times partied and played with straight identifying married guys and it adds an extra layer of hotness for me. Since I can be both top and/or bottom for a DL married guy, I'm usually able to fulfill most of their fantasies involving sex with other guys (I just don't play sub, or femme, I leave that to other guys who enjoy that and are happy to do so, and obviously I can't do anything for a DL with T-girl fantasies except give them the contact info of a few friends who are Trans and love to entertain str8 guys. I think a guy who is married to a woman who is not getting anything at home for whatever reason is better off playing with another guy (or guys) than a woman (or women) other than his wife. It's much more likely to be only about sex, much less likely to have someone expecting him to divorce and marry them OR to support them in exchange for "keeping quiet" and the like. And let's face it, if he does want to find out what it feels like to get fucked, a str8 woman can't give that to him (for real with a real cock) only another man or a t-girl can...

My thought is for you to talk to your Dom and tell him your feelings and doubts. Maybe he can help you adjust or feel safer in these situations. I think a good Dom needs to take care of his sub in all ways.

I love married men. Growing up, the men I was attracted to the most were married men, never guys my age. I'm still the same way now, wanting men who are usually older and married. There's something about seeing that wedding ring, knowing this man is breaking his promise. I like wearing the man's ring while he fucks me or I fuck him.

Just left, my sweet FB. When He walked in He apologetically said it would have to be a quickie. He's been breeding me for 3 years, and despite my telling Him several times in many ways, i don't want Him to ever feel like He has to perform for me. i often feel like He keeps fucking even after He comes... which means i get more than one load, but i also get this sense that He feels like He has to fuck me good. He doesn't get that any way He fucks me is "good" as long as He really gets off on it. i'm not altruistic, i love the fact that He enjoys fucking and leaving His seed in me. When He was done, i told Him again that He never has to apologize for a "quickie," that i love having Him however i can get Him, how much i love His orgasm inside of me. He told me He'd been saving it all day and i told Him i was grateful that He saved it for me. We both agreed we have good chemistry. i don't care if He slides in and comes immediately, the fact that He wants to put His cock and seed in me is awesome... i love being he place He gets His pleasure and plants His seed. i'd much rather Him do that than jack off. i think it's awesome that He knew He could save if for me and that i'd want Him/It.

Love for raw cocks and cum brought us 3 together: a Japanese, a Malaysian Chinese, and a German. Session 1 was so intense and uninhibited and all 3 agreed for a Session 2. After session 2, one in the group revealed he was POZ. All 3 agreed they had an incredible time. 2 dated and eventually got married. All 3 remained good friends. 😬

I LOVE WHEN SOMEONE FELCHES IT OUT OF MY ASS AND THEN DROPS IT BACK INTO MY MOUTH. SO FUCKING HOT. FUCK YEAH!

I grew up in a Irish catholic family in the 70s. I could have been accepted as an axe murderer easier than saying I was gay. So I hid in the closet and was married for 36 years. I started playing with my best friend at 10 and never stopped. The entire time I was married I played with guys. I even sucked a guy off in the hotel gym lockerroom on my honeymoon. She found out after about 20 or so years and we had a marriGe of convenience. Financially it made sense. two years ago the house of cards fell down. I finally came out and got to be me at 63!

All the tops are trapped in an "escape room" in Tampa and since no one can decide who is in charge they are still arguing about who will find the key. I'll keep you posted as soon as they get organized and find their way out.......🤣

Per the original question, how about a hungry, pleading look in his eyes, and a hint of a smile on his lips?

I have had many thousands of blowjobs. Having a very thick 8 inch cock with a huge head, and big balls attracts some amazing deep throat super talented and passionate cocksuckers. One of the absolute best used the handle HeadforHung on the apps. We lived and worked in the same city for a couple of years and hooked up every chance we got. He had me make videos of him to attract other big hung guys. For me it basically can be illustrated by these four shots from one of our sessions. 1) he would lick and suck my shaft as my cock grew fully erect and also lick and suck my big balls, then 2) he would begin to lick the huge head of my cock, around the corona, and then the head and the slit, making my cock so fucking hard and throbbing and then 3) into his hot mouth, first the huge head, then expertly take more and more of my shaft, while going up and down repeatedly, and I would also pump and sometimes hold his head and push, feeling the head and shaft of my cock down his throat again and again until 4) as he could feel my cock begin to ejaculate, he would take it all - absolute ecstasy, and believe me I want to come back for more of that!

Part 9 Greg was moaning almost non-stop as my little brother deepthroated his fully engorged cock again and again. From what I'd been able to see of Greg's dick before it disappeared into Chad's mouth deepthroating it was no easy thing I was sure. At least 8 inches long and moderately thick I had no doubt Chad's throat was being stretched considerably. But I also knew that Chad was an expert cocksucker and never had any trouble taking dick in his holes no matter the size. I also knew from personal experience that Greg was finding out for himself how talented my little horny brother was at sucking cock, and his low guttural moans and groans left no doubt he was enjoying the blowjob. Although I had been totally freaked out when Chad let Greg into the room and then when Greg saw the pipe and lighter, I was now completely into the scene before me and the idea of more happening with him. Any worry or fear I had initially felt was gone, replaced by a growing desire for a wild sex session with Chad and the hunky hotel desk clerk. I quickly threw the bedspread off of my body exposing my turgid throbbing 8.5 inches and, grabbing the pipe and lighter, I got off the bed and walked over to where Greg was standing with his cock down my little brother's throat and his balls pressed against Chad's chin. Greg must have heard me or sensed my movement and turned his face in my direction. A look of need and eagerness covered his face. “Ah, hell yeah dude!” he groaned. Coming up beside him I leaned in to kiss him and was pleased he opened his mouth and let me slide my tongue inside. As we made out I felt him take my cock in his hand as his other hand stayed pressed on the back of Chad's head. Breaking the kiss he said, “Damn man your cock is big! Can't wait to get it in my ass!” I smiled and said, “You will man. Your ass looks so fucking great in that jock strap! I can't wait to fuck you! First though let's get you caught up with us. Here,” and I placed the glass stem between his lips, seeing his eyes light up in anticipation. I lit the flame and watched the bowl fill quickly with the seductive smoke then watched as Greg began slowly inhaling deep and steady. “Yeah, guy, suck in that smoke. Get high and horny with me and my little brother and party with us,” I spoke softly. “How's my little brother's mouth and throat feel on your cock man? Good, huh?” Greg moaned hearing my words as he pulled his lips off of the glass stem. He held it in a few moments then blew out a thick huge cloud. “Oh shit dude! Are you guys really brothers?” Before I could answer him Chad took his mouth off of Greg's dripping cock and said, “Hell yeah we are! Real brothers with the same father and mother, doing things that most people would say are disgusting and wicked. And we love it man! The depravity and decadence of it all!” He grinned up at me and Greg as he still knelt on the floor. His sexy smile grew even wider as I heard Greg groan. “What about you, Greg? Do you think it's disgusting and wicked? Do you think two brothers having incest is wrong?” He ran his tongue across Greg's nuts after saying this, looking up at him and seeing the answer in his eyes before Greg said a word. “Hell no it's not disgusting!”, Greg panted. “It IS wicked and wrong as hell though, and that's what makes it so frigging hot!” He grinned darkly as he said this and all three of us knew this night was going to be unimaginably wild! Greg took two more huge hits from the pipe while Chad and I quickly undressed him, except for the jock strap. For now at least I wanted him to keep it on. I knew it would make me fuck him harder seeing his cheeks framed in it. It was obvious that Greg took good care of himself and kept himself in shape. His stomach was ripped, his pecs were pumped and his arms thick and muscled. A light dusting of blond hair covered his body from neck to waist then fanned out into a darker-colored thick bush of pubes, wet from Chad's spit and Greg's own precum. His cock was thicker than I had at first thought and I knew Chad and I both were going to enjoy getting fucked by it. Between all three of us kissing each other and rubbing each other's bodies I managed to remember to ask if he had to get back to the front desk soon. Grinning, he said he was just getting off work when I called for the booze, so he was off work the rest of the night. “Fucking A!”, Chad cried out, wrapping his lips around Greg's right nipple and sucking and nibbling on it causing more groans to come from Greg. I took a deep hit off of the pipe then pressed my lips to his so we could shotgun it. Damn this guy knows how to kiss, I thought. Pulling back from each other Greg looked at me and said, “I wanna see you two nasty fuckers having sex with each other! Let me watch you having incest!” I gave him a nod and told him to sit in the chair not far from the bed, then I gave him the pipe and lighter telling him to smoke as much as he wanted and get as high as fuck as we put on a show for him. Greg settled himself in the chair and lit up immediately as Chad and I climbed onto the bed and started making out. Our moans matched Greg's own as we slid our tongues in and out of each other's mouth and ran our hands over each other's bare flesh. After a few minutes we heard Greg say in a lust-filled voice, “Eat his ass out, Lance! Eat your little brother's ass and make him beg for it!” This guy was showing himself to be exactly our kind of play buddy. Chad positioned himself on his hands and knees on the bed so that he was facing Greg and I got behind him, moving his ass up so that I could drill into it and still be able to watch Greg. I slapped Chad's asscheeks hard making him moan then spreading his cheeks wide I went immediately to work on his tight hole like I'd done numerous times over the years. “Oh fuck yeah guys!” Greg said. “So hot! Yeah, Lance, do it man. Eat your own brother's ass! Get your tongue deep in there!” Then the click of the lighter as he took another pull from the pipe. I moaned into Chad's ass hearing Greg's words and heard Chad say, “It's even hotter dude knowing that he's eating his own cum out of my ass!” I could hear the blatant intent in Chad's voice trying to make it all nastier and more twi*ted for Greg. It apparently worked. I heard Greg cough and choke on the inhale he had just taken from the pipe. “For real?!!” he asked. “Your own brother fucked you and came in your ass?!!” “Hell yeah he did!”, Chad answered. “I love cum in my ass!” I could hear Greg beating his cock then heard him ask, “So you guys fuck bareback?” with a mixture of awe and darkness in his voice. “Always man,” Chad answered. “We never use condoms. What about you man?” Chad asked, moaning as I drilled my tongue deeper into his fucking ass. There was a noticeable pause before Greg answered and I lifted my face and mouth from Chad's ass to look in his direction. “I love fucking bareback. Nothing like it. But I try not to do it most of the time,” he said with a dejected tone in his voice. “Why not?” asked Chad. Greg held up his left hand and we saw the gold band on his third finger. “I'm married and I know I need to be careful.” I could hear the laughter in Chad's voice as he asked, “To a woman?” “Yeah,” Greg answered. Chad looked over his shoulder at me, grinning mischieviously. “Show him, big bro,” he said. I raised my own left hand showing off my own wedding ring. Chad and I had both discovered early on in our sex play that it turned us both on big time for me to keep it on and I do every time we get together. Greg's eyes widened and then he said, “You too?” “Yes. And seeing my wedding ring on my finger whenever I'm fucking another guy or getting fucked bareback is wild as fuck man!” I said. Chad turned around on the bed so that his ass was facing Greg. Looking over his shoulder he spoke greedily to Greg. “C'mon stud. You know you wanna do it. Give me your bareback cock, your married bareback cock, just like my big brother did. Add your cum to his dude! Fuck me raw until you breed me!” Greg moaned and stroked his dick faster, obviously wanting to do exactly what Chad had said. (to be continued)

Once you've experienced a raw cock up your arse and the feeling of seed squirting into your guts you'll be hooked. Don't forget, the more you get, the more you want. Good luck mate.

Part 8 After the flip fucking and breeding we had done, made even more intense with the chems running through our blood and in our brains, we took a break to catch our breath and to smoke more weed and tina and drink some more of what was left of the liquor we'd had when we started out tonight. In my drug-hazy mind I wasn't sure how or when it had happened, but I noticed we were getting low on the booze. It was just a little after 11:00 P.M. and I knew we'd be wanting more for the night. I'd made arrangements when I booked the room to have all the beer and booze we wanted so I reached for the hotel room phone on the night table to call the front desk to order more. A deep sexy voice answered on the third ring and as I started to give the guy my name, room number and order, Chad slid 2 fingers into my cum-soaked hole and began twisting them around, making me moan softly. “Stop that!” I hissed quietly as I looked at Chad and saw the devious grin on his face. “Excuse me, sir?” the guy at the front desk asked on the other end of the call. “No, not you,” I replied trying to regain my composure as Chad added a third finger and began to slowly fuck them in and out of my hole. “My brother is being an ass!” I said by way of explanation. Chad grinned that beautiful seductive smile at me as he continued to torture me while I was on the phone. The desk clerk laughed at my explanation and seemed to let it pass as I wrapped up my order. At that exact moment Chad entered my hole with a fourth finger causing me to gasp and moan loudly. The desk clerk hesitated a moment and asked if I was all right. I assured him I was and asked him to hurry with the delivery, then quickly hung up the phone. I lay my head back on the bed and spread my hairy thighs wider, moaning continually from the hot sensation of having my little brother's fingers in my cummy and partyed-up hole. “You little shit!” I groaned at him while at the same time pushing against his fingers every time he pushed them into me. I heard Chad snicker. “You're liking it though, aren't you big bro?” he asked in a husky whisper. “Fuck yeah I am!” I'd never been fisted before but I'd seen Chad fisted twice in a couple of 3-ways we'd had and it had been obvious he'd enjoyed it. He had tried to talk me into giving it a try but it never appealed to me. I'd rather have his cock (or someone's cock) in my ass instead of a fist. But now, as high and horny as we both were I was not resisting at all as he slid his four fingers in and out of my pucker, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched. I wasn't consciously thinking of him fisting me but at the same time I was wondering if it felt this good or better. Chad scooted up so that he was kneeling on the bed, pushing my legs higher and back toward my chest. This position allowed him to move his fingers in and out at a faster smoother pace while I moaned louder than I probably should have (I didn't know how thin the walls between the rooms were), squirming on the bed in lust-filled pleasure. “Feels good doesn't it Lance?” he asked seductively. “Feels good having your little brother's fingers sawing in and out of your fuck-hole, huh?” “Yes! Oh fuck bro it feels fantastic!” “Now you can understand why I enjoy getting fisted from time to time,” he continued teasingly. “Right?” I spread my legs even wider and agreed with him that, yes, I understood. “Do you want me to fist you, Lance? Do you want your little brother to fist-fuck your horny hot married hole?” I was just about to answer him when suddenly there was a knock on the door making us both jump. “Fuck! It's probably the booze I ordered from the front desk”, I whispered. “Pull your fingers out, Chad!” I instructed him in a low voice, then saying in a louder voice to whoever had knocked, “Hold on. I'll be right there.” Chad cork-screwed his fingers once more inside me then slowly slid them out, smirking at me. Before I realized it or could stop him, Chad jumped off the bed and headed toward the door, glancing back at me and quickly said, “You better cover up big bro!”. I grabbed the bedspread and pulled it up to my waist at the same moment Chad grabbed the knob and opened the door. Standing there was a very handsome man who looked to be maybe early 30's, with a crew cut, a chiseled face, and wearing khaki shorts and a tight sleeveless pull-over shirt. Chad had positioned his lower body behind the door (thankfully!) but his bare torso was visible to our visitor, as was my own bare sweaty chest. He looked back and forth at us each a couple of times, a look of surprise and interest on his suntanned face. “Uh, I've got the beer and liquor you ordered,” he said, trying to sound professional but not really succeeding. “Great!” answered Chad. “C'mon in!”, and pulled the door open wider but remaining behind it, hiding his nakedness. The guy at the doorway hesitated a moment then stepped into the room, pulling a cart on wheels behind him carrying the good-sized order I'd placed. “Chad!” I said loudly, but it was too late. The man was already inside and Chad was closing the door. “Where do you want...”, he started as he turned around, stopping in mid-sentence as he saw my sexy hard-bodied little brother totally naked, his mesmerizing smile covering his face and his dick more than half hard. “Oh, sorry”, he stuttered. “Did I come at a bad time?” he asked. Chad didn't miss a beat. “Not at all, man. Me and my big brother were just having some fun waiting for the booze. I'm Chad and that's my brother Lance”, he said indicating me. “I'm Greg,” the man answered, unable to take his eyes off of Chad's hunky naked body and growing dick. Chad stepped closer to Greg. “Good to meet you, Greg. Thanks for the booze. Do you want to hang out and have some fun with me and my big brother?” I couldn't believe Chad was standing there naked, with an almost total hard-on, asking this gorgeous man to stay and play. My mind was screaming, “Chad! Wtf?!!”, but I felt my own dick growing quickly to full stiffness. I couldn't deny the thought of a 3-way with this hunk was turning me on. Greg was looking around the room like he didn't know what to do or what to say. Then he stopped as if he had seen something. A smile began covering his face as Chad and I watched him move a hand to the crotch of his shorts and he started fondling a quickly growing bulge. “Are you guys partying?” he asked, and I realized he was looking directly at the glass pipe and lighter sitting on the table next to the bed. “Aw crap!” I said, sure we were going to be tossed out at best, if not have the police called on us. But Chad answered in an even voice as he stepped right up to Greg and put his hand over Greg's own hand caressing himself through his shorts. “Yeah, just a little. Is that okay, Greg? We'll share, won't we Lance?” They both glanced over at me and I nodded and said, “Yeah, sure, we'll share.” Greg was grinning widely now as he looked from Chad then to me then back to Chad. He moved both of his hands to Chad's bare body giving Chad complete access to his stuffed shorts. Greg began running his fingers across Chad's lean tight flesh and Chad unsnapped Greg's shorts and let them fall to his ankles. He was wearing a snug fitting yellow jock strap, the pouch already becoming soaked, and the back of which framed two solid globes of man-butt. “Are you going to share everything?” Greg asked in a sexy voice, which I recognized as the same voice I had talked to when I ordered the booze. Chad had already dropped to his knees, pulling Greg's jock strap down as he knelt, revealing a thick hard cut cock at least 8” long and dripping precum. “Oh yeah, we're definitely going to share everything with you man,” Chad answered, slipping his mouth over Greg's rigid meat making Greg and me both moan. (to be continued)

"Scoot up the mattress". He said. I moved back and stretched out my legs. He clambered over me, straddled my hips and reached back for my rigid cock. "One good turn deserves another." He grinned and sank onto me. Suddenley my cock was sliding deliciously into a hot, wet tunnel until his buttocks were squashed against my belly and trapping me in his rectum. He began to move up and down, sliding himself over my cock which began to feel sooo good and I knew I would come soon. "I'm gonna cum!" I gasped . He moved faster and leaned to kiss me. "Give it to me!" He growled . "Spunk up me!" My cock swelled and my balls tightened and then I spurted gloriously up inside him. He pushed down to trap me and capture every spurt until I sagged in release. "Well done," he said. After a few moments, he lifted off me. I felt hot spunk drip over my balls. He scrambled round, straddled me again, but now his arse was over my face. Before I could react, he sat on my face, holding his cheeks apart so that my mouth was buried int the hot, sweaty, spunk covered crease between. I squealed with shock and disgust, but then I gave into the depravity of it. I tentatively poked out my tongue and slid it into his hole. I heard him laugh and felt his arsehole flex. Spunk drooled out of his straining arsehole and slid into my mouth, and I knew I was lost for ever. I was deep into depravity. After a few moments, he got off and lay beside me. "Welcome to the gutter." He breathed. Then he kissed me, and we swapped my spunk which had drooled from his arse into my mouth in our kisses.

Final part I returned to breed my sweet raw neg ginger twink 3 more times that week. Each time I put so much poz seed in his unsuspecting hole it was guaranteed he would get the fuck flu soon. The last night I put 3 loads of my highly toxic cum in his stupid neg 20yr old bussy. Like always when I flew out of the city I logged out of my stealthing Grindr account. I keep one that I used in my home town and one I used while traveling aka the stealthing one. About 3 weeks later when I was in another city for work and logged into the special Grindr account I got the regular messages. But as I scrolled through my messages I found the chat with ginger had several missed message: “I loved being your boy daddy! When will you be back again?” ”I miss your big raw dick in my boy hole daddy” “You have created a monster daddy. I have taken 5 loads in my ass the last week since you last bred me.” “I am feeling sick daddy. I need to go to the doctor” ”OMG daddy help!! They think I may have HIV!! But everyone that came in me said they were neg. I am waiting for my results to come back.” “Its official, I have HIV. I need you to get checked.” “My other partners all came back neg. Did you get checked?” “Are you there man! Did you give me this shit?” ”Answer me!!” ”I know it was you. But I am no longer upset. I just want your big raw daddy dick in me again.” “Please daddy! I haven’t started meds yet and not gotten laid since I was tested. I need your dick!” ”Fine!! I guess I must go and spread my seed to make you happy. I found online about gifters and stealthers. It all makes sense when I think every thing you told me. I won’t start meds and hopefully pass your seed on. Let me know if your ever want to fuck my hole again.” He smiled at the messages and blocked the stupid ginner. He was happy he would embrace his true nature as a poz piggy bottom slut and that his toxic strain would pass on to other through him. That was his 29th confirmed poz baby. After blocking the ginger he got a message from a hot twinky 19 year old boy. He could wait to hit number 30.

Chapter 4 I had googled the Tattoo parlour, and was about to walk in. I had thought about having a tattoo for ages but hadn’t had the courage to go through with it. But something here was propelling me on. All I could think of was doing as I was told to get more of Brad’s cock. In fact all I could think of was Brad’s cock! I pushed the door open before I could change my mind. A guy stood in front of me. ‘Hi is Carl here?’ I asked. ‘You’re speaking to him ‘ the guy replied. ‘Ah , um erm my friend has recommended that I come to see you’ I said, a little nervously. ‘I see, would that be Brad?’ Carl asked . ‘Er yes’ .. ‘OK he sends a few newbies here from time to time, they always come back for more once they’ve broken the ice so to speak’ he said. ‘I’m fully booked today but Lara can do you if you want. She’s especially good with newbies. We wouldn’t want you backing out would we?’ ‘Er no’ I mumbled , as Lara smiled and waved me through to the back. She had dark hair, and two sleeve tattoos, it looked kind of sexy on her. ‘Right, you’re one of Brad’s are you?’ She asked. I wondered how many Brad sent. ‘We call him The Teacher , he turns guys, converts them , making them totally into cock when he’s finished with them’ she said nonchalantly. It was kind of hot her talking like this. ‘Take your t shirt off’ she ordered. ‘ I know just what guys like you need, trust me you will like it’ she added. I sat in the chair and she cleaned my nipple. I hadn’t expected this. She kept talking so I couldn’t interrupt to ask wht she was doing. ‘So I’m guessing you have a girlfriend? ‘ Er yes’ ‘ and she doesn’t know you like cock as well, or is this new?’ ‘It’s new’ I replied as I winced as a needle went through my nipple. ‘ Close your eyes a moment’ she ordered. ‘I’ll say when to open them. She started on my other nipple and I winced again as I felt the needle again. I just shut my eyes as she carried on talking. ‘So you’ve met Brad, and I’m guessing that you’ve sucked his cock and that he’s probably fucked you? Am I right? ‘ ‘Er yes’ I mumbled ‘And you liked it? ‘ I nodded. ‘Can’t blame you, I love cock and cum, but I’m a girl, I should do. You’re a guy. Which makes you gay in my book. Are you gay? ‘ ‘Er no, I think I’m bi, I still like girls’ ‘ok, you can fool yourself. All Brad’s pupils do. And they all convert into full time homo’s pretty quickly’ she said matter of factly. ‘There’ she said. ‘Open your eyes. ‘ I looked down and saw two nipple rings in my nipples. They looked kind of good but I worried they were a bit obviously gay. What would my girlfriend say.? ‘Just so you know, you can’t take them out, I’ve soldered the ends. Embrace that. I’ll now give you a small tattoo. It is this snake here.’ She showed me a picture of a snake with an open mouth , showing fangs. That looked a bit more masculine. ‘Turn ‘ she said. It is going on your hip so you can hide it if needs be. She set to work. A while later she was finished. The snake looked good, but it was super imposed over an apple , ‘That is the snake and the forbidden fruit - in your case cock’ Lara said. I’ve left the apple uncoloured, for a reason. Guys of Brad’s come back and ask for it to be coloured with ‘Pride’ rainbow colours when they accept their destiny’ she said ‘well I don’t think I’ll be having that ‘I said. ‘We’ll see… ‘ Lara smirked. Just come back to me when you want more’ I left and my phone pinged. ‘Good boy’ it was Brad. He gave me directions to a shop down a side street. ‘You need to train that ass of yours. This shop is discreet. You will buy a butt plug and some lube. Hide it at home, and use it. Train your ass. I felt as though I was losing control of myself, but did as I was told. My girlfriend was still away for three more days so I could use it and get rid of it before she returned. I could give the excuse of my tattoo and piercings as something I did on a whim, but I needed that butt plug. I was getting hard at the thought of that. I hadn’t yet realised I wasn’t getting hard at the thought of my girlfriend. where was this journey taking me? I bought the butt plug Brad recommended and sone lube, to the obvious amusement of the girl serving. ‘Didn’t have you down as a fag when you walked in’ she said ‘ but I guess it takes all sorts’ I mumbled something and left as quickly as I could. The truth was I wanted to get home and use it. I wanted to feel it sliding in my ass. ‘I’ll meet you tomorrow, same place , 8pm. Good boy!’ The text came in from Brad. I had pleased him and it felt good. I wondered what the next lesson would be. to be continued…….

**This is Fantasy and fiction. And the purpose of the article is not to encourage unsafe sex. Any resemblance to someone's life is purely coincidental. Nothing in this work should in any way be construed as medical advice or instruction.** ~~~~~~ Chapter 9 - Sam and Jonas's after work After about an hour, Jonas came upstairs. Jonas's cock was standing hard in the pouch of the jockstraps and in the pouch was a big wet patch of precum that had flowed from Jonas's cock. George asked Jonas to show him what Jonas's hole looked like now. Jonas leaned forward and Sam spread his hands over Jonas's buttocks. "Beautiful. A very beautiful young poz cum hole. Just the way a young boy's hole should be, gaping and full of hot cum," continued George. Sam noticed that Jonas was clearly confused and remembered his own confusion after Sunday's toxic gangbang. Would you like to go out for a drink with me today after work, Sam suggested to Jonas. "That could be nice," replied Jonas. In the evening, Jonas and Sam sat at the back table of a nearby gay bar. Sam had beer in front of him and Jonas had white wine. "How are you?" Sam asked Jonas. "Pretty good. I'm a little confused about what's happened this week. I've always been a safe sex guy and now this week I've voluntarily let strangers breed me. Today I'm giving a 10 poz man seed in my ass. I've realized that I enjoy collecting loads. Even today I would have been disappointed if each of the men hadn't squirted inside me," said Jonas sheepishly. "I'm worried about how Archie will take this. I haven't told him anything yet. We've never even talked about other men in our relationship. I guess we've had the basic assumption that our relationship is monogamous. We've used condoms all along, although neither of us have had the a few encounters before dating. And safely too. I'm afraid Archie will be mad when he hears that I've let men I don't know use my unprotected ass. I can't even imagine telling him I've known men to be poz," Jonas continued his monologue. "I've always thought that I'm versatile, but now just the thought of someone cumming me makes me hard. None of the men who fucked me today were interested in my cock at all. They just wanted to empty loads inside me. My cock is rock hard again", continued Jonas. During Jonas's monologue, Sam had been flirting with the boy couple at the next table. Both boys looked to be in their early twenties and Sam encouraged them to join them. The boys moved to Jonas and Sam's table. They introduced themselves to each other. The couple were German tourists on their first night in town. Eric and Peter had come for a week and booked a hotel room in the gay part of town and were curious to hear what kind of nightlife was available. Sam said that there is anything on offer. A lot depends on what Eric and Peter are looking for. In fact, Jonas and he work in the industry, so they know quite a bit about the possibilities. "It all depends on how naughty you like to play," said Sam to the boys. "The naughtier the better," laughed Eric and Peter. Sam told Eric and Peter what they think about the fact that both Sam and Jonas have been inseminated by several men recently today. "Jonas started serving men in the afternoon right after school and he has well over 10 different men's sperm in him right now. About an hour ago, 10 men gangbanged Jonas's unprotected hole raw. Is that naughty enough from Eric and Peter," asked Sam. Both Eric and Peter stared wide eyed at Jonah and Sam. "Really hot, but neither of us are in prep, so we haven't thought about that ourselves," said Eric. "Neither of us are. But I notice that the thought at least turns Peter on," said Jonas, hungrily pointing at the clearly enlarged bulge in Peter's pants. Sam touched Eric's bulge sitting next to him and said that "it looks like we're rock hard here too". Both Germans admitted that Jonas and Sam's sperm holes turned them on a lot. Sam suggested that they and Jonas could continue the evening in the Germans' hotel room if they wanted to. Already in the hotel elevator, Peter stuck his tongue in Sam's mouth and Eric kissed Jonas. In the room in half a minute all four were naked and Sam and Jonas climbed onto the bed on all fours. Eric explored Sam's cum hole and Peter Jonas. The German boys rimmed Sam and Jonas's holes. Finally, they both placed their hot throbbing cocks in the boys' holes and pushed them inside. The Germans changed holes and fucked more. They said about how good it felt to be inside well seeded holes. The pace quickened and both of them emptied their loads, panting in their bottoms holes. Very quickly both Germans got on their backs on the bed, raised their legs towards the ceiling and said it was their turn. Jonas quickly climbed behind Peter and lubed his cock and shoved it into Peter's ass. Sam had never fucked anyone, so it took him a bit longer than Jonas. Soon Sam's cock was also balls deep in Eric's ass. Sam and Jonas fucked a German couple raw. Soon both of them got their first loads of sperm in their lives. Sam and Jonas also climbed on the bed to cuddle together with Eric and Peter. After a little rest, they continued to fuck again and again.

Chapter 3 I woke the next morning, and had morning glory thinking of the night before. However one thing had changed. I had expected the itch to be scratched, but it wasn’t. In fact , if anything it had gone the other way. I was thinking of Brad’s cock , half replaying in my mind me sucking it and half wondering if it was a dream. I should have learned not to make decisions whilst still horny. I grabbed my phone. ‘Hi’ I pressed send, the text sent to Brad. ‘Youre keen’ came the reply around 5 mins later. I had to make a quick decision. Horny cock brain was engaged. ‘ I want to learn more’ I replied. ’Good Boy, I will teach you all you need to know. 8pm, same place’ The time dragged at work. I was horny most of the day. I needed to cum but didn’t want to spoil the evening, or change my mind. I kept on the boil all day until the time came. I pulled up again outside . I walked up to the door, and like last time, it opened in silence. ‘strip’ came a voice in the dark, as the door closed. This time there were no lights on, just the tv screen again playing bareback porn, two heavily tattooed guys going hard at it. I stripped. My cock hard. ‘I am going to mould you, teach you and you will love the new you in time. I can’t promise you will still be with your girlfriend at the end of it, but you will love cock, cum and everything in between.’ ‘Yes sir’ I instinctively replied. ‘ I need to know you are serious, For you to show your commitment. You will go to Eagle tattoo parlour in town. Ask for Carl and say I sent you. He will give you a small discreet tattoo, he may even pierce you. Do you understand? ‘ ‘Yes sir’ I replied again. I was still hard and cock brain was in full control. ‘Now kneel’ I knelt and felt a blindfold go over my eyes. I felt his cock push against my lips and I opened my mouth to suck his cock once more. ‘Good boy, we are going to move on today. You liked my cum yesterday didn’t you?’ I nodded, still working on Brads cock. He lifted me and led me to what felt like a massage table, and bent me over, so my chest was laid flat, my ass exposed. He opened my legs so my ass naturally opened. He spread my cheeks and I felt His tongue start rimming my ass. Jess had never done this to me, and it felt amazing. I involuntarily pushed my ass towards my teacher. The next thing I was aware of was a bottle on front of my nose. ‘Inhale’ came the order. I sniffed, my head swam. Much later I found out these were poppers. My arse was still swimming in bliss when I felt a cold finger rubbing something round my hole. This was replaced by what I assumed was Brad’s cock. ‘what do u want boy?’ I tried to push back against his cock. ‘ I want it in me’ I whispered. ‘Can’t hear you’ ‘I want it in me please ‘ I said , much louder. ‘ one thing you need to know, if it goes in, it won’t come out until I’ve finished’ Brad stated. ‘ Please, just do it, I want it, your cock in me’ my horny cock brain was in full flow. Brad grabbed my shoulders and pushed in. I gasped, my ass felt full.’ Just relax, you will get to love this boy! ‘ Brad set off slowly but soon picked up pace. I felt my breath being fucked out of my body as he started pounding me. My mind was just blank, all I wanted was this, to feel my ass being fucked. ‘Here it comes boy your first load, I can tell it won’t be your last, ‘ and Brad grunted and pushed one last time as he came in my hole. I was panting as I felt my teacher soften and slide out. I felt empty. ‘Dress. Call me when you want lesson three. But you need marking at the parlour first if you want more,’ I grabbed my clothes, dressed in the darkness as the blindfold was removed, I could feel the cum keeping my ass moist as some started leaking out. I scooted to my car. I wanted to get home, cum myself and finger my hole, feeling my teacher’s load in me. I also had to google that parlour. I knew it wouldn’t finish here…… to be continued……….

Hope this isn't going to be too long for people to read but want to share my recent first time and know what others may think about it. I'm married and occasionally suck cock because of experiences many years ago which i have posted here before. As I am married I don't get much opportunity. Back in May on the bank holiday we had for the Kings coronation I had the opportunity to go out on my own. I got on my hookup app and soon had the interest of a mature top couple and after a few messages I was driving to their home to suck them both. When I arrived I was asked if I would be ok being hooded and plugged. I'd never done anything like that before but my sub brain was already kicking in and I said yes without really thinking about it. They were both well built men in their late 50s or early 60s but both quite fit. Once I had agreed they were quite forceful in telling me to undress. Once I was naked I had a rough hood put over my head. It wasn't tight fitting so it wasn't too scary but there was only a large hole for my mouth and i couldnt see anything. I was then told to kneel and get on all fours. I felt a cold slippy feeling around my bum and felt a buttplug being pushed in. I'd never been plugged before but it went in ok and i felt quite excited by it. I was then told to straighten up but remain kneeling and i was aware of a cock in front of my mouth demanding my attention. I went straight to it. Hands and mouth. Taking it deep, sucking hard. I started to hear lots of verbal abuse which motivated me more onto that beautiful large and hard cock and i received a good throatfucking and took his load deep without tasting. I could feel hands caressing my balls from underneath and behind and was aware that i had quite an erection myself. They were talking to each other about me. Calling me a slut and a little whore. They said i wanted fucking. I didn't say no. I just remained quiet and at their service. The plug waa removed and i felt the cocl at my hole. I was extremely nervous and worried about embarassing myself. The cock pushed in a long way helped by the lube left by the plug and i was being fucked for the first time. Bare cock in my ass taking what he wanted. I was his slut and his cock whore and i loved it. To be honest my heart is still thumping nearly 3 months later. I suppose i even may have been filmed, but they seemed like ok guys. I hope they liked what i gave.

I play quarterback on my university's football team. Im tall with a large frame, but I’m not fat (6’2, 230 lbs). Gym and practice are what I focus on most. It was only my freshman year, but I had played all throughout high school too, so I was well on my way. During spring break, I went home to visit my dad. We lived in a rougher part of town, so it had its fair share of shady types, but it was still home to me. Dad and I got along well. Typical guys. We talked about sports, girls, work, argued about politics. It never went anywhere too seriously, so we just ended up shooting the shit like we usually do. What I did look forward to was my dad’s new hot tub. Well, sort of new. He took it off the hands of someone who wasn’t using it anymore. It was later in the evening that we were going to try it out together. Neither of us owned swim trunks, but that didn’t matter. We’d just skinny dip since it was in the backyard and there was plenty of privacy. We set out a case of beers and were getting the tub ready. Just as we were stripped down and about to go in, there was a knock on the front door. "Ah shit, just a moment, Ryan. I’ll go see who that is." Dad threw on some shorts and went to answer the door. I was sitting on the edge of the tub, naked in the night air. I was dipping my fingers in the hot water and casually playing with my dick. I wasn’t trying to get it hard or anything. I just tend to play with it when I get bored or space out. Eventually, dad came back with company. "Hey Ryan. This is Mr. Wilson. The guy who gave me the tub. He wanted to take it for another spin." I looked over and saw an older man in his late 60s or early 70s. He was terribly thin and pale. He was bald on top with a gaunt face. He definitely fit the profile of one of the shady types. "Oh hey. Thanks for hooking my dad up." He walked on over and started getting undressed. I was used to showering with the other guys after practice, so being around other naked men didn’t bother me. "Nice to meet you, Ryan. Hope you two have been enjoying the tub." "Not yet, we were just about to jump in." I looked toward my dad. But he didn’t get undressed. "I can’t this time. I need to take care of a few things I forgot about. Plus, the tub would overflow with all three of us in there. You two have fun." And with that, dad left me alone with Mr. Wilson. Mr. Wilson was down to his underwear and leaning up against the hot tub on the opposite side of me. I figured I’d step in since I wasn’t waiting for dad anymore. I sat up on the edge with my legs dipped in. The water was hot but felt good. Mr. Wilson did the same. As he swung his leg around, I saw his dick. Damn, it was big. I thought he might have had an erection at first, but it was actually flaccid. I wasn’t interested in imagining what it looked like, but damn if I wasn't a little envious. We both sat down in the water at the same time. Sinking into the hot water up to our chests. It felt good. "It’s nice to dip in after a long day. Johny tells me you play sports?" He talked pretty fem. I could tell he was one of those flamboyant gays back in his day. "Yeah, quarterback at university." I grab a couple beers and crack them open. I offer one to Mr. Wilson, but he just waves it away, not interested. So I sip mine down and keep the extra near by. "I can tell. You’re a large young bull from what I can see." "I gotta keep the muscle mass up; it's good for tackles." "I’m sure you’re great at tackling. For me, it’s difficult to keep my weight up. I'm quite ravaged away, as you can notice." "Do you diet? Do a lot of cardio?" "I get my cardio in other ways, but I’m not thin from dieting. It’s standard wasting from advanced AIDS." That last sentence made me feel uncomfortable. The guy was sick with something pretty bad, but I tried to play it cool and not let it get to me. There was a large gay community near by, so I shouldn’t be too surprised. "Sorry to hear that man." "It’s fine. I’ve been on home hospice care, and it’s hard for me to get around. Which is why the hot tub is very relaxing for me. I hated giving it up, but the maintenance was getting too much for me. Too many wild parties kept clogging up the filter. But it’s nice to come by and take a dip every now and then. I can at least make the trip next door here." "That’s good, I suppose." "And my viral load is in the millions." "That’s pretty cool." I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded impressive. Mr. Wilson raised an eyebrow, like I said something interesting. I finished my first beer and was burning through my second. Mr. Wilson and I chatted about random stuff. Small talk. It went on for quite a while, with a bit more beer. As he trailed on about something, I was trying to act interested, but the beer was getting to me, and in my obliviousness, I ended up playing with my dick out of boredom. Mr. Wilson must have noticed because he started playing with his. It started to get semi hard in the water, and I couldn’t help but notice it getting bigger. "Hey Wilson, don’t take this the wrong way, but how fucking big does that thing get?" The alcohol was definitely making me less tactful. "Oh, this old thing? It can get up to 11.5 inches." "Woah really? Bullshit. You’re such a small framed dude. It can’t really get that big." "My condition doesn’t shrink my cock. If anything, the lack of body mass only accentuates my length more." "Oh sure, whatever, I call bullshit." "I can prove it." "Fine dude. Prove it." A ridiculous challenge. Now Mr. Wilson was standing up and playing with his cock in front of me, stroking it. I was chugging more beer, waiting to see if this guy was all talk or if he could really get his dick large. "Oh, I’m getting a little winded. I need to hold on to something." Mr. Wilson let go of his cock and put his hands on my shoulders. "You okay, man?" "Yeah, I just need a little extra support. Would you mind giving my meat down there a hand?" "I’m not gonna jack you, dude." "You’re not jacking it. Just getting it hard. It was your idea." He had a point. I did want him to prove it that he had an 11.5-inch dick. "Fuck it." I put my hand on his cock and started stroking it. "Yeah, just like that young man." His thing was getting bigger in my hand. It quickly grew to full length, with thick veins and his cock head poking out from his forskin. The tip was looking at me. "Yeah, that’s nice. What do you think? big hu?" His cock was definitely large. I could feel it throb in my hands as his hips rocked back and forth. The tip of his cock started oozing, and it was dripping down into the water. "He he he, shit man you were right. It’s definitely huge." I was laughing it off. My curiosity satisfied. I let go of his cock and it slapped down between my pecs like a hotdog in a bun. He slid it up and down like he was trying to slowly titty fuck me. "Now that it’s hard, what do we do with it from here?" I looked down at it between my pecs. He twitched it up towards my face, pointing it just below my nose. I thought this was just to prove he had a big one. I wasn’t expecting it to go any further. "Uh, I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked cock before." As I opened my mouth, Mr. Wilson let his tip rest on my bottom lip. "I never said anything about sucking it. But that sounds like fun." I pulled away and got up, changing the subject. "This thing has jets, right? How do I get those on?" I was drinking more beer as I was bent over fooling with the control panel on the side. Then I felt something warm poke my asshole. "It’s this button over here." Mr. Wilson was leaning over on top of me. Reaching around to the proper button. "Uh, is that your dick?" "Oh this? Yeah, couldn’t help myself. Your large, muscular ass was too tempting not to give it a poke. Hope that’s okay." "That’s alright. Guys in the locker rooms dick slap every now and then, so a little poke doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’d be able to get into me anyway. I do legs twice a week, so my ass muscles would be too strong for ya." "Is that so? I could push in and you’d keep me out?" "Go ahead, try it." The beer was definitely affecting my judgment. Mr. Wilson grabbed his dick and started pushing towards me. I felt my ass getting pushed in, but his tip wasn’t making any progress. I was clenching tight. "You are tight. What a big mountain of meat you are." He started stroking his cock as he pressed up against me. "Let’s get some natural lube on that ass." I felt my ass getting slippery from his pre. He was digging around, getting me greased up, and pressing harder. "Push that hole out. Open up for me." "I’m not trying to let you in. If it can’t go in, it can’t go in." "But I’m an old man; I need a little help to penetrate your strong young ass. What if I do get it in?" His pushing persisted. "It won’t." "I think it will." "Ha ha. If you can get it in, then you can do whatever you want to." "Is that a promise?" I was still drinking beer. My buzz a full on drunk by this point. "Heh, I’ll do whatever you say if you can manage to jam that big thing in me." "Oh, I plan on holding you up to that. This old queen is going to pop that neg cherry." "Then do it, man." I rocked my ass back into his dick as he kept trying to push it in. His movements got more enthusiastic as he was stroking his cock. His tip trying to dig into me, oozing out more pre on my hole. I thought it was pretty funny, this skinny old fem grandpa attempting to fuck me. I would die of embarrassment if any of the guys from the team saw me like this. Bent over with some random wrinkly old gay dude digging into my ass. But we were well secluded in the backyard in the dead of night. So I figured it was harmless to let him have his fun. The beer was getting me cocky, and I decided to tease him. "Come on grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "Oh? You want this poz cock to fuck a load in you?" He kept humping away at me. I knew the guy had a dangerous cock, but I was confident in myself. I was rocking back into his humping. Mr. Wilson not making any progress on penetration. "It's not going in man. You’re gonna have to call it." Mr. Wilson stopped his efforts but reached over to the hot tub filter. "True, guess I’ll have to use something to smooth it along." He pulled out the filter and reached in the container, pulling out a handful of a globby yellow-beige substance. "What’s that?" I asked, a little disturbed by the sight of it. "You know, I’ve had many parties in this thing. The filter always gets clogged with cum and sex juices. I’m glad to know there’s still some left over." Mr. Wilson slapped a handful of the slime on my ass and stroked his cock with it. It felt sticky and gross, but I had serious doubts over how well that would work. "He he, gross dude. But hey, if you think that will help, you’re welcome to try again." "Spread your ass for me." I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. "Good, now push that hole out." I puckered out my asshole. Wilson smeared more goo on my hole. Then I felt a jab as he stuck a finger in me. "Oh shit, your finger is in me, dude!" His finger went in while pushing the tub cum goo in me. "Yeah we need to get your ass used to things going inside it. My finger is much thinner than my cock, so it went in no problem. How does it feel?" Wilson was finger-fucking me. It felt strange, but not bad. "It’s kinda weird." "Then let’s get more in." He then pushed another finger in. My ass felt like it was getting stretched a bit. The goo helped the process along. Then came a third finger. "Ouch, that’s getting tight. Think you can ease up?" He didn’t stop. His fingers kept digging into me and twirling around. "Just a moment. You’re definitely a virgin down there. But it’s starting to feel like you’ve been prepped enough." He pulled his fingers out and slapped more goo in my ass. He then repositioned his cock at my hole. It was coated in the cum goo. "Now push your hole open for me and spread your legs more." I did as instructed. He didn’t have any luck getting into me before so I didn’t think he’d be able to do it this time even with the fingering. He started to push. It felt like my ring was hugging his tip. Not fully keeping him out. But then I started to open up more with his pushing. "Oh shit. That’s really slippery." Wilson leaned down. Grabbed my pecs and whispered in my ear. "Such impressive muscles you have. I can’t wait to see how this disease of mine devours them all away." "What?" Wilson gave a hard thrust, and to my shock, his cock slammed all the way up my ass. My cheeks slapping his pelvis. "OUH! FUCK!" He actually got it in! I didn’t think he could, but it was definitely all the way up in me. He wasted no time getting to fucking. His massive meat drilling away at my insides. "What’s wrong, jock boy? Can’t handle this old man’s dick?" His assault was rough and hard. My guts were hurting, and I wanted him out. I was moving around. Trying to get out of the tub. I ended up stumbling out on the ground. Wilson’s cock popping out of me. "Wow, that was wild. I didn’t think you’d be able to get it in." I got to my feet rubbing my ass. Wilson got out of the tub and got behind me, rubbing my shoulders. His hard on poking my ass. "I recall you saying I could do whatever I wanted if I could get it in you." He rocked his hips around, sinking the tip of his cock between my cheeks and meeting up with my hole again. "Well yeah, but wasn’t that just a joke? You can’t expect me to let you fuck me." "Now now, you need to be a man of your word." He gave another thrust and popped his dick back up inside my ass as we were standing up. "Oh shit! I told you man, I’m not gay." The intoxication was making me feel wobbly. Wilson was happily fucking me where we stood. He then started walking forward, herding me back towards the house. "Doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay; my cock still fits nicely inside you. Damn, you are tight as hell. Let’s go in the house and have some proper fun." Each thrust made me walk forward, going further and further into the house. "Wait, dude, we can’t. My dad is in there. He can’t see me like this." I whispered. But it didn’t stop Wilson. "Then we will just have to be quiet. Where is your bedroom?" He was whispering to. As we quietly walked through the house, I was trying to lead him to my bedroom so we didn’t alert dad to what we were doing. That’s when I saw him on the couch in the living room. He was facedown on the couch with an empty bottle of whiskey next to his laptop. He was totally passed out. Wilson stopped us where we stood, his cock still inside me the entire time. "Oh, look at this. Instead of your bedroom, let’s go over there. We should spend some quality time with your daddy." He turned us around and was now ushering me towards my past out father on the couch. He was still only in his shorts and nothing else, snoring away. "No! I don’t want to wake him." "Then don’t wake him up." My dad was now just a few inches away from us. "How about you get down and pull those shorts off of him?" "Why? We can’t do anything like that." "You have to do anything I say, remember? If not, I could just cum inside you now. Do you want to get infected with my AIDS because of your insubordination?" "Fuck no." We both got down to our knees. Wilson never let go of me. Never taking his cock out. I reached over to my dad and put my hands on his hips, grabbing his shorts and slowly working them off of him, revealing his hairy ass. Dad also played football a long time ago. He had quite an impressive build from what I had seen in his old photos. But now he had gained weight on top of that. He was a mixture of muscle and chub. So his ass was quite large. "That’s a good boy. Now spread your dad‘s ass open and get your tongue in there." I couldn’t eat out my own dad‘s ass. That's sick and wrong. I had my hands on his large round ass; I didn’t want to spread it apart to find out what its greasy hole would look like. Wilson, picking up my hesitation, gave a sharp thrust inside of me, jabbing his cocktip deep into my guts, causing a jolt of pain. He put a hand on my back and pushed me down. My face plapping against my dad‘s ass cheeks. He hadn’t showered today yet. He was musky and sweaty, with a hint of BO on him. I didn’t want to do it, but the painful cock in my ass wouldn’t relent unless I did what this old troll said. I spread my ass cheeks apart, revealing a juicy, dark pucker looking up at me. God, it looked so masculine and grimy. That's where his shit comes from. I’m supposed to lick that? "Lick it or don’t. I’ll just have my fun back here." Wilson started going to town on my ass. Fucking me in front of my sleeping dad. His cock reached deep, sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but it was also strangely good at the same time. His pace was faster than before. He was really getting into it. "Oh God your muscular ass feels so good. You’re squeezing me so tight, oof, I’m not going to last at this rate. Fuck boy you must really want me to blast my poz cum in you." Wilson emphasized ‘poz cum’ reminding me that I was getting fucked by something that could absolutely destroy my life. I looked down at dad‘s ass, considering what I should do. Wilson fucking me hard. His hips slamming into my ass. "Oh shit boy. It’s coming. Either eat that ass or swallow up my AIDS… I'm good for either one. Oh my… oh my." Wilson was grunting and moaning. My ass felt wet and sloppy as he pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in. His angry cock was definitely doing a number on my insides. Sliding throughout my tunnels, working its way up to spew its toxic poison. I could imagine his cock head inside me. His piss slit opening on the plunge forward and closing on the pull out. I was staring at my dad’s asshole. One question in my mind. Get AIDS or commit incest?’ Out of desperation, I dove my face into my dad‘s ass and licked his hole. It was salty and bitter, but juicy and moist. I dug my tongue inside while his ass cheeks hugged my face. "That’s a good boy; enjoy the taste of your father's ass juice." Wilson’s fucking slowed down. He was no longer working up to orgasm but just giving me slow, gradual thrusts. I had an old queenie gay dude fucking me raw while I had my tongue deep up in my dad‘s asshole. It was like something out of a dark, sick, twisted porno. Wilson’s slow fucking was stimulating me in all the right places. I felt my cock getting hard. I was even getting used to the taste of my dad‘s ass. I think I was even enjoying the taste of it. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it while I was getting fucked. Damn, I really didn’t want to enjoy what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the old fuckers technique. "Nice, looks like you’re starting to enjoy yourself there. Let's aim you up a little further." Wilson pushed against my hips, dislodging my face from my dad‘s ass. We repositioned further up, and now my cock was resting on my dad's ass cheeks. "Now how about you dig that young, virile meat stick into your dad's slobbered up hole?" "I can’t do that. I can’t rape my dad in his sleep." Both of us were still whispering to one another, although it probably wasn’t necessary. My dad was out cold. He’s usually a rock-hard sleeper, especially after he's been drinking. I’m sure he could get slapped in the face a few times without waking up, but I didn’t want to take my chances on him possibly waking up to see his own son‘s cock directed towards his ass. "Let me help you." Wilson reached around, grabbed my cock, and pointed it down between his cheeks. I felt my tip hit his hole. Fuck, it was so wet and hot. I felt myself leaking. Wilson fucked my ass harder and drove my hips into my dad. Each thrust plunged my hips forward more and my cock deeper into dad. His ass was so tight and hot. I could tell I was taking his anal virginity. Dad didn’t respond at all. He was still sleeping, unfazed. Gently snoring as the two of us were above him doing unspeakable acts. I didn’t need the assistance anymore. I was all the way inside him and figured I might as well start fucking. I drove my cock in and out of dad while Wilson fucked me. The cock up my ass and the hot, tight ass gripping my dick were driving me insane. Dad's ass felt so good. I’ve fucked plenty of pussy in the past, but nothing was like this. Holy shit, dad's ass was better than anything I’ve fucked before. I didn’t know if it was from my ass getting drilled or my first time fucking a guy's ass, but I was getting close to cuming. I could feel myself building up, and I was ready to blow. I looked down at my dad. His face in the couch pillow. I felt a little guilty over what I was doing, but I was overcome with the carnal desire to shoot my wad. I buried myself deep into his ass and my dick exploded. "Ah fuck.." I grunted and came deep inside my dad. My balls squeezed out a massive load. Several ribbons shot out my cock, working it’s way up inside him. "Beautiful. Such a naughty boy, molesting his vulnerable father." Wilson was still inside me, slowly fucking. His hard on never ceasing to calm down. The post-nut clarity was making me feel shitty but I was still drunk. I wanted a break. "Wilson I need to take a moment." I pulled my cock out of dad, and a small bead of cum dripped down his ass, the evidence of my evil deed. I got up off the couch and got Wilson out of me. He sat on the couch next to my father, stroking his cock. He was so skinny and frail in comparison to dad; it's hard to believe this guy orchestrated such a fucked up night. He picked up one of dad's legs and brought a foot up to his mouth. He looked me in the eye as he started sucking on my dad's meaty toes. Wilson's cock stroking sped up as his tongue laced between the toes, his moans euphoric. "I need to go to the bathroom." I hurried to the bathroom and locked myself in. I was dizzy and couldn’t think straight. What the hell was I doing? I let some old gay dude fuck me, and then I fucked my own dad? This night is so fucked up. This isn’t what I planned on when I came home. I felt nauseous, so I did what everyone does when they drink too much. I took care of my business in the toilet and rinsed my mouth out, brushed my teeth, and gargled a lot. I felt a lot better, but I was still heavily boozed up. I inspected my ass, and it was sore and sloppy. Ugh, no more cock going in me tonight. I need to send Mr. Wilson on his way. I staggered out of the bathroom to rejoin Wilson in the living room. But when I got there, Wilson was on top of my dad. He was violently slamming his hips down into him, fucking him. His cock going in and out of his freshly creamed ass. I saw my dad's cheeks ripple with each balls deep thrust. "Dude, what the fuck!?" My whispering voice getting a little louder. "Don’t mind me, Ryan. I’m just finishing up here." Dad was still out cold but seemed to be moaning like he was having a bad dream. Wilson had an evil look on his face as he raped my dad's ass. I stumbled to my knees and crawled over to them, putting a hand on dad's ass. "Mr. Wilson, pull your dick out! You can’t fuck my dad!" I watched his cock go up and down. His meat pole was glistening from all the juices inside, partially from my load I contributed. It was a horrifying sight to see such a long dick pulverize his defenseless, hairy, round ass. "I still need to cum. It needs to shoot in something. You didn’t let me shoot it in yours, so now I’m going to knock up dear old daddy here." "Please stop. Get your old AIDS dick out of him. You can’t give that shit to him!" "Then make a choice, Ryan. Either you sit there and watch me poz up your dad or you surrender up your ass to me and take my load." Is he serious? I have to choose? Mr. Wilson looked like he was getting close. I had to do something. I was too drunk to stand up straight. All I could do in the moment was watch this diseased creep plow away at my dad. I had to make a choice: save myself or save my dad. "Fine, fuck me." I reluctantly gave in. "Nope, not good enough. I’m too close to stop now, oh fuck, oh yes." I got on the floor with my ass up in the air, spreading my cheeks apart. "Fuck my ass Mr. Wilson. Come on, grandpa. Jam that cock in my jock ass. Fuck me senseless. Make me your bottom bitch." "If you insist. But first, before I fuck your ass, your dad has a dirty foot I didn't lick. Clean it with your mouth." I crawled over to my dad's leg and grabbed his large foot. It was dirty and smelly, but I didn't hesitate to get my tongue on it. I'm doing this for him. As soon as I started licking, the taste and smell brought back memories from when I was really little and would play with dad's feet as a kid. I felt nostalgic and warm. Dad's feet were making me feel good. "Oh, that's a hot sight, Ryan. Keep licking that man foot. Savor the taste. Fall in love with it, oh fuck!" I sucked dad's toes and ran my tongue up and down his sole. They were dirty but soft and smooth. I was surprised to find out how much I was enjoying it. My mind blanked out for a moment. "Yeah... lick that foot... suck those toes...oh! Shit! Here it comes, fuck! FUCK! AAAAHH....... .........ahhh ...... ohhh..." I snapped out of it and noticed I was no longer licking my dad's foot but Wilson's. His toes were in my mouth. Somehow he managed to swap out dad's foot for his. I looked up at them. Wilson stopped thrusting. He was still, his back arched, his boney ass pressing hard into my dad and making a contorted face. Then his clenched ass relaxed. "Ah fuck... fuck that was big...." I took Wilson's foot from my mouth and hurriedly repositioned myself, ass open towards him. "Fuck me dude!" Wilson pulled out and got off my dad. He quickly hurried over to me and immediately slammed his cock in me to the hilt. His fucking was as aggressive as it was with dad. He was grunting and breathing heavily. Taking the full length of his cock felt unbearable, but unfortunately, it wasn't quick. He took a long time to work up his shot. "Oh shit, here it comes. My toxic poz cum deep in your ass!" He slammed hard several times. "Oh fuck, fuck! Oooooooh yeah!" I felt his cock spasm deep in me. He was cuming inside me. Plow after plow, he shot his sick cum deeper and deeper in my no longer virgin ass. After several ribbons Wilson calmed down to catch his breath. "Ahhhhh. That was good. See? Things are so much better when you do as you're told." He slowly pulled his cock out. His tip still dripping cum on my hole and balls. I was scared. I took poz cum from this old creep. Fuck, will I need to see a doctor or something? I didn’t know what to do in this situation. "Fuck… my ass hurts." I rubbed my ass. My hand coated in cum and sweat. Wilson sat next to dad on the couch again. "Heh. This life is going to be pretty rough for you. I have a rarely aggressive strain. Most guys I fuck turn into me within a year or two. Guess your football career is done, he he he." He was rubbing dad's ass, casually fingering it, and sucking the juices off his fingers. I was only paying attention to every other word he was saying. My head was spinning. "Whatever dude. Just not my dad." Mr. Wilson chuckled. He reached between the cushions and pulled out a 300-ml marinade injector. The one dad used for marinading large briskets. He must have gotten it while I was in the bathroom. It was loaded all the way up with a murky, pale yellowish-brown jello substance. He stuck the tip in dad's ass and put his hand on the plunger. "What the hell is that?" "It’s the remaining cum sludge from the hot tub filter. Your father needs a good basting." "You can’t put that crap in him!" "He has far worse in him than this." "What?" "Oh, my dear boy. You were in the bathroom for a long time. I've already shot a load of cum in him. You walked in on me working my way up to a second load. And of course, while you sucked my toes, I shot a second load off." And with that, he pushed the plunger down and filled dads's ass with the rest of that foul stuff. "I think it’s time I called it a night. The two of you will have plenty to discuss in the morning." Wilson gathered his clothes and left us for the night. I was sitting there with a sore ass, looking at my passed out dad. His sweaty ass sticking up in the air filled with all sorts of cum from who knows how many guys. Mine included. I was scared for my dad. I didn’t want him to suffer for my mistake. I crawled over to him and spread his ass. It was sloppy, mucky, and beautiful. I didn’t think this would work, but the only idea I had was to suck on his ass like venom out of a snake bite. I planted my mouth on his hole and sucked. I used my tongue to loosen him up. I tried my best to drink as much cum out of him as possible. "Ryan?…. Is that…you?" Dad was walking up. I kept his ass firmly attached to my face, holding him tight. I kept eating him out. Dad was only partially awake and still drunk, like me. He was noticeably rejecting my efforts, but I wasn’t letting him up. "Just push it out, dad. Let your ass shoot it out in me." I continued sucking his ass. ‘Stay still, dad’ I thought to myself. ‘Let your son do what’s best for you, and let him eat the cum out of you.’ Dad was too out of it to stop me. But he did what I instructed. He pushed and filled my mouth with cum. I ate his ass all night. I had to be thorough.

I am a blue eyed blonde that will admit that I have a slight preference for black men, especially well endowed black men, but it isn't for the reason most are expressing on this thread. My primary reason is that other men who are stereotyped as tops are the most likely to flip fuck, and being 6'2", 220# even when in great shape, and having 8 thick inches between my legs, I know a lot about being stereotyped as a top. I do love to top, but I like to bottom just as much and have hooked up with numerous black men that share my love of flip fucking over the years. At an active orgy it seems like it is almost always a flip fucking black man that gets my last load and plants the last load in me.

I was at BLF this year and all the stuff going on in Schöneberg was super fun, but I was one of the ones not allowed into SNAX bc of the not outfit kinky enough reason. they did this across the line, I’d say about 75% of guys were not allowed inside and really rude doormen as well. They did not decide it based on looks as many gorgeous guys were given a blank no. plan to visit on more relaxed normal weekends from now on, totally agree that it’s better fun and guys are less pretentious!

I can relate.. when my mom passed away i was in a big depression and started to fuck bare all day 7 days a week with random guys from the internet to give myself a better feeling. taking more and more risk each day and before i knew i was a STD chaser..

That's a great story! Thanks for sharing!!

We are off to a ff orgy and one of the guys is married. After he had his son, his wife refused to have sex again. Discovered he like getting fucked while fucking at a swingers party. Now his a fist chem pig who can’t enough in his cunt

Been taking loads deep in my ass since I was 15 years m not stopping now that I’m married 😂😂😂

Bro,,you know I would love to get my jockpussy wrecked by all Aussies

Was just reminded I wrote this. I should write more stories again, been too long

It's very similar from my perspective as a bottom. Intimacy is definitely a part of going gay and would love to take cock bare. Same here. It's been so long, can't remember when... Not sure it count as cheating if I'm the bottom? Any married "bi" tops or gays want to feed and breed a married bottom?

Would love a night with a poz cock or two!

He had hilted himself balls deep in me and I could feel the strong pulses all along his cock as he shot his cum into my ass. Every throbbing shot was punctuated by a loud grunt from him and I felt the hot wetness warming my guts. He shuddered while still inside me and collapsed onto my back. "Goddamn! I fucking needed that!" Darryl said, as he began to pull out. With three loads inside me now, my hole was beginning to feel sloppy and wet, and some cum dribbled out on Darryl's withdrawal. "My turn, but I want you to ride me." The younger top said as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and he maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed. Since I was still blindfolded, Martin grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "Relax, just follow my lead, I won't let you get hurt." I thought it was considerate of him that he wanted to make sure that I didn't bump my head or stub my toes as he positioned me over the younger top's cock and guided me down til I felt it sliding at my crack. I balanced myself, and lowered myself down onto what was probably a nice thick eight inch cock. It filled me nicely and, as I gained a solid balance while on my haunches, I started sliding up and down on it and heard the younger guy begin to grunt and breathe hard. "Relax, baby, let us do the work." Martin said, and I felt his hands on my shoulders so I would remain still and the younger top could thrust at his pace. "You ever been double fucked?" Martin asked and realization suddenly came crashing down on me. He intended to double fuck me! "I've seen it in porn but I'm scared, there's no fucking way my hole could do that!" I replied. "You'd be surprised how resilient assholes can be," he said laughingly. "I promised you you wouldn't get hurt, let me just stick my fingers alongside his dick and we can just play like that. If you're really not into it, we'll stop, deal?" 'Why not?' I thought to myself, 'so far he hasn't given me any indication that he's into pain' "Ok," I replied, "Just be careful, please." "Fuck Yeah!" He exclaimed and the other guys must have been waiting for my response because the top beneath me laughed and said, "Oh fuck! You're a brave motherfucker ha ha" Since his hands were already at my shoulders, he began to knead my shoulders and started working his way down my back, I found it relaxing and felt the tension slip away. The top underneath, said, "let me hug you." So I put my knees astride his body, keeping his hard cock inside me the whole time, and leaned over and hugged him. By this time, Martin had reached the base of my spine and continued tracing til his fingers were rubbing the rim of my hole; wrapped around the younger top's cock. It felt strangely erotic to be getting fucked and feeling fingers massaging my hole at the same time. I felt the coolness of lube being drizzled onto my hole and felt a pleasant little intrusion, as Martin's finger slipped inside. He started gently pulling and prodding at my hole. The whole time, I could feel the cock inside me grinding on my prostate. For a minute I shivered and shuddered with overstimulation and in that space, I felt a second finger slip. He used the 2 fingers in me to slip around my hole, gently pulling it and helping it relax until I was unconsciously pushing out and making it pout. The sensations were amazing, I loved having him play with my hole as a big cock was already in me. I welcomed the slight stretch when his third finger slipped in, followed after an excruciating minute by a fourth. After 4 fingers, I was literally sweating and panting and I felt this amazing counterintuitive sensation of my ass both being stretched almost to its limits but also feeling hungry for more at the same time. All I could do was moan. I was inwardly glad that I was as stoned as I was because this was surely the most amazing and adventurous thing I'd ever done. "Your hole looks beautiful wrapped around my fingers. You Ok, baby?" I heard Martin ask. "Uh...oh fuck yeah. That feels so fucking good. I feel so full." I moaned in reply. "That's nothing, baby. That's just my fingers stretching your entrance, I don't want to hurt you or tear you badly. My dick is going to stretch you more, if you need me to stop just say so. Here we go, so take a couple of deep sniffs of poppers." He said, and I felt more lube being drizzled but his fingers stayed in me, I guess to keep my hole stretched for his thick hole wrecker. As I felt the popper rush hit me, I felt the immense pressure of his big cockhead trying to slip into me in the space being created by his fingers. It was a tight fit and I could feel my hole almost give way as he started to nudge more insistently. I was trying to relax with all my will but he was just fucking huge. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long if you fuckers keep manhandling my dick like that." The younger top below me said. As stoned as I was I laughed and goddamn if that didn't do the trick, he didn't slam in but his cockhead and a good couple of inches suddenly popped right through my ring with a snap I felt in my soul and I yelped but more in surprise than pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Martin kept saying, as he froze while I saw stars and unconsciously clenched and unclenched rapidly, which I immediately willed myself to stop. I felt the sharp pain begin to subside as I relaxed. I think that for a moment, we were all frozen in time, captives of our own nerve endings and the thrills rushing through them. "Holy fuck! I've never felt so stretched in my life!" I said truthfully. "I'm close." The younger top said as I felt more lube drizzled between us. "You're so fucking tight, I want this hole wrapped around my dick all the time." Martin said and I literally felt my insides shift as he began sliding the rest of his big powerful poz cock inside me. Inch by inch he slid into me and alternately withdrew slowly until he was in me as deep as he could go considering our positions. The thrilling rhythmic sensations of pushing and pulling, filling and emptiness; soon lulled me into a blissful state and I sighed against the younger top's chest, even as I felt his heart jackhammer underneath me as he too pounded in and out of me. I was in that same bliss for I don't know how long, it felt like hours but was surely a few minutes. I started hearing both guys breathing heavier and grunting louder. I kept moaning as my prostate was battered from different sides. "Fuuuuck!!" The younger top below me shouted as I felt the tell tale pulses and warm wetness of his poz sperm flooding my guts. "Oh fuck YEAAAAHHH!!!" Martin followed shortly with a roar as he hilted himself as far as he could and my hole, stretched to its definite limits and stuffed to the brim with cocks, began to leak more and more cum. After a short while, the guys' tremors and orgasms subsided and with Martin's cock still inside me, I felt the younger guy slip out and roll out from under us. Martin took this opportunity to move me further forward onto the bed; still impaled on his cock. And held me down as he lay on top of me. "My friends are gonna get dressed and leave now, but your hole is going to get more loads. You did great, I like fucking you. You're gonna be my cumdump from now on, I'm gonna make sure I knock you up good. Your hole is where my poz babies belong." My only response was to grind my ass back against his hips, clenching and unclenching my ass to milk his cock, still balls deep inside me, and let him know how much I wanted to be bred poz by him.

Nice, you will have to reveal where this place is in Sydney. Please keep this going

Ch 1. Michael stood outside of the packed club. It was Saturday night and everyone was out partying. The bass could be heard and felt from the sidewalk. He took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and heading inside. Michael was 27 years old. He was 5’11” with a solid athletic build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He headed up the few steps just inside the door and walked to the bar in the center of the room. He already felt his nerves starting to get the best of him. He ordered a drink and stood as casually as he could by the bar. This was his first night out alone in over two years and Michael could feel how awkward he looked. Several guys around the bar looked at him. Michael felt like they were staring a hole right through him. He pounded his first drink and ordered another one before deciding to head upstairs to the second level of the club. As he climbed the stairs, the music and the bass became louder, more upbeat. He was now on the dance floor. Again he stood casually on the side lines and watched as the mass of guys danced to the beat. He pounded his second drink and headed to the bar on the other side of the dance floor. Michael ordered another drink. His nerves starting to calm down as his first two drinks started to run through him. As he waited, another guy walked up to the bar next to him. The bartender returned with Michael’s drink and then turned to take the guy’s order. Michael picked up his drink and as he turned to leave the bar, he caught a glimpse of the guy next to him. He stood 6’1” with a muscular frame and fire auburn hair. Michael locked eyes with him. He couldn’t help but stand there, frozen, and stare. His chiseled face, and from what Michael could see of his body being exposed by a tight fitting tank top, was covered in freckles. Michael was in awe. “Hey” the guy said to Michael. He couldn’t speak. Michael smiled sheepishly at him and went back to the dance floor. As he stood there he found himself starting to move with the beat. Halfway through his third drink and he was starting to feel looser. He let his mind go and danced in the crowd. Michael quickly came back to reality when he felt someone come up behind him and put their hands around his waist. Michael jumped and looked back as the guy still had his hands around his waist. It was the ginger from the bar. He smiled at Michael. “You’re really attractive.” He said over the roar of the bass. “Thanks. Hardly as attractive as you are” Michael said jokingly. He continued dancing as the guy grinded behind him and moved his hands all over Michael’s body. “My name is Evan.” He finally said in Michael’s ear. He kept one hand around Michael’s waist and moved the other up towards his chest. “Michael” was all he could say in return. They continued dancing for a few more songs. Evan continued to explore Michael’s body. He started to slide his hand in the front of Michael’s jeans. Michael broke free, startled. “I’ll be right back” he turned and said to Evan and walked downstairs. Michael walked out the front door into the warm summer night air and lit up another cigarette. A few moments later Evan came out the door of the club and lit up next to Michael. “Sorry about that.” Evan said after a brief moment of silence. “You’re fine. Just caught me off guard a little. Not quite used to this yet” “What do you mean?” Evan asked “I haven’t been out in the club like this in over two years. I’m a little rusty” Michael laughed “Ah. Fresh out of a relationship?” Evan asked him Michael nodded in response. “Yep. Now I’m just trying to go with the flow. Not entirely ready to jump into another one ya know?” “I hear you. Nows the time to let loose and have some fun.” Evan encouraged Michael smiled and nodded in agreement. There was another brief silence between them. “So can I buy you a drink and feel that body some more on the dance floor?” Evan asked with a smirk. Michael pauses for a moment. He promised himself he wouldn’t be looking to hook up with anyone tonight, but dancing seemed okay. “Sure.” They went back inside and Evan ordered them another round of drinks. They found they’re way back to the dance floor and continued dancing. Michael leaned back against Evan’s muscular body as Evan’s hands moved all over from michael’s chest to his inner thighs. Michael was really started to feel the alcohol at this point. Between that and feeling Evan all over his body started turning him on. The combination of Evan’s cologne and the musk radiating from his underarms was that much more intoxicating for Michael. He felt himself sink deeper back against Evan. Michael turned his head and their eyes met. Evan leaned and locked lips with Michael. Michael was in heaven. He turned to face Evan and they kissed again letting Evan plunge his tongue deeper into his mouth. As they kissed, Evan slid his hands down Michael’s back to his ass and latched on with a firm grip. Michael couldn’t help but follow suit and grab Evan’s growing cock. “I think we should go.” Evan suggested seductively. Michael couldn’t stop feeling Evan’s cock through his jeans. He figured it had to be at least eight inches and it was making him more horny. “Yeah let’s go. My place is only two blocks from here.” Michael said. They had one final kiss and proceeded out of the club.

Midnight "C'mon! Up-ee!" Manetti came in the room clapping his hands, startling Chris. The room had a foul stench. Chris was sweating profusely, and had moistened the bedsheets with their dried butt juice from earlier that day. The kid was oblivious to the stink, awash in perpetual, carnal thoughts, though if you pressed him he couldn't tell you one of them. Manetti turned off the electro kit and started taking off all of Chris attachments. Manetti smacked his lips, his nostril flaring with powder. "Swear to Christ, you should be paying me for this first one. It's a twofer and you better not fuck up. Client wants his puppy to try Tina, so it has the potential to be interesting. Ah," Manetti said, pausing to admire the hour's growth of Chris' nipples, "Look at those sweet tits, man. Beautiful little eraser heads." Manetti twisted them. Chris looked down to see his nips were pretty hefty now. Nowhere near Manetti’s and far from Master Drax's, but much more plump than the tiny pimples he had before. Manetti pulled out the sound and butt plug without much protest from Chris. He untied the kid, and plunked him in the shower to wash some of the bed crud off. He needed to be, at the very least, presentable. Tricks could fuck him up as much they wanted, but let him at least start from a baseline of decency. They left their cabana amidst men walking around cruising each other and taking off to the shadows where portable slings had been set up. All around, under the throbbing disco music, moans of sex and the scent of reefer and poppers filled the night. Manetti led the way holding a prepared .3 rig in one hand and Chris' dog leash in the other. Both wore their white towels and masks as did everyone on the grounds. Manetti walked up to the cabana next to theirs, Chuck Brunswick's and Andy's, and knocked. Chris looked at all the men walking by. Some stared at him, licking their chops. He licked his chops hungrily back at them until Manetti yanked his leash. "Focus," Manetti said. In the garden shadows, Chris made out slings clanking in secluded walkways. Fireflies winked their little lights in the dark. *** Andy Hollister, in the bright California sunlight, had eyes that shined a luminescent aquamarine. No joke. What the TV star saw when he emerged from his trailer in Santa Monica, ready to film another boring expositional beach scene with his co-star, L.A. Police Chief Roy Ebbing, was Andy playing volleyball with the other day players. The extra, even from a distance had mesmerizing eyes. Dark brown hair, a sculpted brow, a wiry frame—the kid wasn’t tall, but he was excellent at spiking the ball from a running start. Chuck Brunswick couldn’t think of one beach he’d been to—Cyprus, Oaxaca, Zakynthos Island of Greece—that was of a clearer blue than the happy kid in the sand. Andy was assigned a background role of volleyball player that Stacks Lightning would pass on the boardwalk while milking Police Chief Ebbing for intel. Walk-and-talk scene were typically the most boring parts of the script to film—pure exposition. But that day, with a hot young twink consistently in his line of sight, each take they did gave the actor a pleasant distraction from the humdrum dialog. After the shoot, Brunswick got the front office to track down the extra and called in a favor from one of the executive producers. Andy was offered a Production Assistant’s job, which, to him, came out of the blue but he was eager to accept it. It paid little, but more than his waiter job, and the glamor of working on one of television most popular shows made him the envy of all his friends in the San Fernando Valley, especially his girlfriend who told everyone that Andy was starting to make it big in Hollywood. On set, Brunswick started hitting Andy up to fetch things: coffee, newspapers, cocaine (discretely from one of the prop guys). Their friendship, mentorship, whatever you want to call it, grew to where Brunswick had him running dialog with him between takes. One night they were filming a chase sequence at a refinery in El Segundo. The shoot ended about four in the morning and Brunswick was pretty wired from the fight sequences and the cocaine he’d been doing with Andy in his trailer. As the film company was breaking down their equipment, Brunswick mentioned he was concerned for Andy riding out to the valley so late. Why didn’t he follow him home and he could stay in the downstairs guest house. His one and only tenant had recently vacated and he could spend the night there, no problem. Andy enthusiastically agreed and follow him on his Kawasaki back to Brunswick's Malibu pad. The house was built on the cliffs with its pier foundation drilled deep into rocks below. The main overhanging house had a small studio apartment tucked underneath where Brunswick said he could crash. When they entered, day was breaking. From the hallway Andy could see another bright, azure sky unfolding over the Pacific. He’d seen sunrises, of course, but never anything so amazing where blue ocean folded into blue sky. Brunswick, looking into Andy’s eyes, felt the same amazement. He took the boy’s face in his hands and spontaneously kissed him. “Whoa. Dude!” Andy said, jumping back, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome or unexpected. With each step of their increasing intimacy, Andy had gotten closer and more in tune with the actor’s unspoken needs. First minor incidental touches, a pat on the back, say, might be replaced with a tap on his butt; Brunswick coming out of the shower to run lines with him, the star would linger spending an inordinate amount of time naked, fluffing up his package, drying himself off. Once, running lines with him next to the catering truck on the studio backlot, Brunswick got up to a part in the script where he was supposed to kiss this week’s babe. As he got to that part, he reached out, putting a hand on Andy’s face and said, “This is where I kiss you.” Andy had never forgotten that confusing moment because right on the heels of that, Brunswick’s blond-haired teenage son and his ex-wife came on set and went off to his trailer to sign some papers. “Fuckin’ look at your eyes, man,” Brunswick said to him at the beach house that early morning. Andy, rather than backing off and playing coy, came forward and pressed his face against that famous mustache. He moved in that week, broke off with his girlfriend, and never left Brunswick’s side. Or a better way to say it is that Brunswick never let him leave his side. Once Andy moved in, in small and subtle ways, Brunswick started to narrow his exposure with anyone else. His valley friends weren’t to visit the house. “They’re black holes that only want to be your friends so they can hang out in Malibu.” Andy disagreed but not fervently enough to actually invite any of his friend over. One by one, friends, even family, contacted him less and less. The studio apartment downstairs where he ostensible lived was rarely used, only when studio executives came over for a dinner meeting would Andy be required to remain downstairs until they left. Brunswick nonchalantly suggested clothing Andy might wear, taking him eventually into Beverly Hills, picking out all his outfits. He adopted this dapper wardrobe, a sweater tied round his Lacoste shirt, as his new style. From happy, grungy valley kid to serious, snappy preppy boy in less than a year. The second year they lived together, Brunswick had him quit his job as a PA, persuading him he’d be more content to stay home and enjoy the solitary beach, cook meals, clean, and wait for him every evening for his return. Andy was his servant, secretary, and—to Andy, anyway—his lover. He dressed in a manner that pleased Brunswick; taking on the interests the actor had, the conservative politics the actor espoused. He came round to enjoying the finer things Brunswick exposed him to. When the actor was on hiatus, they traveled to Paris, Bangkok, Rio, took meals at the finest London restaurants, stayed at the best Mediterranean villas. He was introduced to famous and, sometimes, infamous acquaintances, artists, politicians, shady characters that had “boys” of their own. It was on a flight to New York with a connecting seaplane after that, that brought Andy face to face with a naked Chris Prior standing in front of him, and a man he’d met that day called Manetti, a pretty sketchy character if you wanted to know the truth, who was running a hand down the skinny blond kid’s torso, fluffing up his dick, displaying him like he was some county fair animal, like a slab of prime meat brought over as a main course by a swarthy Italian waiter. "One hundred to fuck him. Two to fist," Manetti informed Brunswick. "Same price for two of us, right?" Brunswick inquired. Manetti nodded. "Does he top or only bottom?" "Dunno," Manetti said honestly perplexed. “It’s never come up. Can you fuck, boy?" "Fuck who?" Chris asked, only semi-aware he was on display, naked in front of Chuck and Andy, both draped in their towels while he was not. "You’d fuck Andy, of course," Brunswick said. "And you're neg, right?" "Yes, Sir, sir. Practically a virgin," replied Chris, giving Andy a lascivious examination. Andy thought that this didn’t seem like the same kid running around the pool a couple of hours ago. The kid in front of him now was as crude as Manetti. He also noticed the blond was getting a pretty big hardon. "And I’ll admin to your boy, too," Manetti added, "no charge except for product. Point three is my reco. It’ll pack a pretty good wallop for a first timer." "Alright," Brunswick said, reaching for his wallet and pulling out several bills and handing them to Manetti. Andy looked alarmed. “Wait, what’s this admin stuff?” “You know how we’ve been trying to get you into fisting?” Brunswick began in his persuasive tone. Andy looked at Manetti quickly. “Well, this should open you up. It’s Tina and you inject it. You trust me, don’t you, son?” “I don’t know, Chuck,” Andy said looking at the ominous needle in Manetti’s hand. “Can’t I just snort it like we do coke? “Much better to have it injected, Chief,” Manetti advised. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” That was enough for Andy to sour on the whole deal. He didn’t like Manetti. Certainly would never trust him. “Aw, c’mere Raggedy Andy,” Chuck said, pulling Andy in close, stroking his bicep and chest. Andy went limp in his arm like he always did. “Remember our first night after you got your implants?" Manetti asked quizzically. "Implants?" "Yeah, how do you think my boy got so buff? No gym membership needed," Brunswick replied. He ran his hand lavishly over the boy’s expensive biceps, the sculpted deltoids and yoked traps. “Baby, you remember how good the painkillers were the doctor proscribed? How I almost got all my fingers inside you? Well, this will be a hundred times better than that.” Chris chimed in, “Yeah, you'll feel, like, so great and you get this big rush, bigger than when you take a hit of coke. It’s a million times more better.” Andy stared at Chris’ growing erection and started to feel his own dick start to rise. “Okay, but you’re staying here the whole time, Chuck, right?” He definitely did not want to be alone with this thug Manetti with his prominent biohazard belly tattoo. “The whole time, buddy. The whole time,” Chuck reassured him. “Why don’t I hold you, while Manetti injects you? I’ll hold you, son, if you like.” Andy nodded, still nervous. Brunswick got situated at the headboard and pulled Andy in between his legs, put one arm on a shoulder and started massaging him, his other hand traveled over Andy's downy chest. Manetti sat next to Andy, propped a pillow under his arm, and told him to make a fist. Andy followed his instruction, and Manetti went in search of a vein. Chris sat at the edge of the bed and witnessed each detail. His hardon said how hot he was for this young man, admiring the short dark hairs that were just starting to cover his sculpted chest, the tufts of black hair tucked under his carved arms. “I can see you’re scared,” Manetti said, “I’ll just do half. You tell me if you want it all. Sound good?” Andy like the idea and nodded. His white skin displayed many prominent blue vein possibilities. “Let's do this one, Chief,” he said poking a ridge on his forearm. “Ready?” Andy’s face said he wasn’t but Manetti went on anyway. “Okay think of a nice place you really like.” Andy thought of that first night at Chuck’s, looking out the window watching the day break, seeing fins, dolphin fins in the distance. Manetti stuck him and pulled back the plunger and Andy’s red blood swirled mixing with the crystal meth. Or could they have been shark fins? “Here we go,” Manetti said slowly pushing half the vial contents into him. Andy felt an increasing warm bath of joy. How wonderful his life was, how sexually strong his feeling was about Chuck, how good it was that Chuck guided him, protected him, even controlled him a little. Just this much of crystal was perfect. He held up a hand to Manetti saying as much. “Do the rest of it,” Chuck said coolly to Manetti. “Wait,” Andy said. Manetti smirked and emptied the remaining meth. Andy sucked in a breath through teeth-gritted. His eyes spun. He went from a smile to a grimace, back to a smile, then he lost all cognizance of where he was. “See,” said Brunswick, “you love it don’t you, baby? Daddy know best, doesn’t he?” “Ah, fuck, daddy,” stammered Andy, remembering Chuck was there, holding him. “Fuck, this is so good. Ah, fuck, fuck.” Chris put his hand under Andy’s towel and started stroking his small penis. Brunswick undraped Andy and told Chris to suck him. Chris did, with pleasure. Andy moaned on the bed wanting to get up, but Brunswick held him back. Unable to move, simply taking in all the sensation of his first major Tina rush, he ran his hands over Chris’ blond mop, humping his mouth. Brunswick toyed with Andy’s nipples, played with the boy like he was a life-size doll. Picked up his long, thin hand and sucked his fingers, bent over and put his tongue in his ear. "You like what daddy gives you? A cute, little teddy bear to suck your pretty little dick, a big bad wolf to shoot you up, and daddy who's finally going to get his big paw inside you tonight." "Fuck," said Andy barely aware of what Brunswick was saying, keenly aware of how good he felt, how good a cocksucker was deep-throating him, getting his pubes so wet and warm. Who was slipping a thin, wet finger across his silky crack? Who slid a finger against his velvety hole? Who wiggled its way inside? Andy wanted to slide down on this finger, and Brunswick released him. He slid down and wormed his way onto the finger that prodded against him. "Fuck," he cried as the finger passed inside him. As the drug pulsed through his body, lust encouraged him to push down on the finger so it would go in deeper. "Yeah, that's it baby. Let the whore finger fuck you." Chris continued playing with Andy's hole. Pushing in deeper, taking his finger out, licking two, tasting Andy's musky juice, slipping the two wet fingers back into his hole, twisting them slowly. He ran his tongue up the shaft, felt the treasure trail of black hairs that left his dark bush and swirled up to his belly. Chris kept going till his hands reached the few hairs that speckled Andy’s breast bone between his pec implants. Watching Chris work on Andy got Manetti aroused. His job done he pulled into the room's shadows and observed. Chris was getting the fucked up kid to squirm, adding in an occasional nasty sounding, yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers, yeah, that's it, let yourself enjoy it. Brunswick was also enjoy it, playing with himself, taking a swig of absinthe from the nightstand, putting it back, reaching forward and playing with Chris' nice eraser head nips. "Alright. Up on your knees boys. Stick your dick in Andy, boy." Andy slowly crawled onto all fours, with Chris sliding between his legs. Manetti came out of the shadows to hand Chris some lube. Chris covered his erection with thick, viscous grease and spread a little over Andy's hole. He rubbed his dick up and down Andy's crack. "You want this cock? Tell me you want it." "I want it. I want your cock," Andy responded breathlessly. "Good." He pushed Andy's shoulders down so his head was on the bed, then started pushing his cockhead into him. Andy sucked in air when Chris’ purple head first popped in. Chris pulled out a little then pushed back again. "That's it, take it in." Behind him, Chris felt Brunswick's large paw press him onto Andy's body. Chris fell on top of Andy's back and Brunswick spread his legs and pushed his cock into Chris' accepting hole. Chris was a lot looser than Andy and Brunswick quickly slid up to his root, hairy dark pubes rubbing against the boy’s hairless hole. A big beer can dick Brunswick had. Not long but meaty and thick. Chris jabbed Andy fiercely, and just as fiercely pushed his ass back on Brunswick. The three of them found a rhythm they could sustain. Andy stayed passive, letting Chris fuck him hard, emitting small cries of satisfaction with each slam. Chris reached around and jacked Andy's pecker till it got stiff. The young man’s pubes were like silk, and his felt him up, all that pubic hair he was denied. He squeezed and pulled on Andy’s balls, which Andy protested at first but then started enjoying it. Chris’ own balls swung in their heavy metal sleeve, smacking into Andy’s. "Baby, you got a great ass," Brunswick hoarsely whispered in Chris’ ear. "Ah, fuck, Sir. Your boy does too," Chris answered back. It was true. It was the first boy pussy he’d ever fucked, and its creaminess, on top of the dominance he felt over someone like never before, was getting him close to cumming. "Ung," Chris uttered, deep guttural expression of enjoyment each time he slammed into Andy ass. "Ung-ung-ung..." he repeated with every piston thrust of his hips. He was banging back and forth in the erotic sensation of simultaneously fucking a soft, tight hole with his long dick, and being fucked by a thick daddy cock banging into his ass. Part of his brain fantasized about the hairy bush he was backing into, Stacks Lightning. But it was the actual hard man he felt inside him, grunting, animal-like, lewdly talking in his ear. "How old are you anyway?" Chris grunted. "Bet my son’s age. You like daddy fucking you, son? Daddy wanted to fuck you for a long time." Not only did Chris grunt in the affirmative, the confession hinting of a secret desire for incest made him blow immediately, deep within Andy, pouring a steady stream of cum into the kid. Andy, too, felt Chris’ rhythmic climax and also came hard into Chris' fist. Loud and lewd, the boy’s stuttered over each other a smattering of oh fucks and oh shits, while they nutted. Brunswick disengaged frustrated quickly after, looked at Manetti sitting in a chair stoking his big Italian cock. "What?" Manetti protested. He could see Brunswick was irritated, that he was just getting started when the boys finished themselves off. Manetti argued, "They’re teenagers for fuck sake! They can't help it! They’d cum every fifteen minutes like coo coo clocks if you let him." "I expected him to keep it going for more than two minutes. We still have fifty-five minutes, right? Jesus Christ!" Chris wiped Andy’s cum on the bed. "I'm sorry, Sir. I won't cum so fast next time, but your boy’s cunt feels so good." Chris began rubbing two fingers over Andy's dripping hole. He wanted to immediately dive deeper. He was still fucking horny. "Boys, on you backs," barked Brunswick. "Chariot time." He pulled the ottoman from under Manetti's feet and positioned himself between the two boys who had their asses at the edge of the bed waiting. Manetti tried to make peace, and came over and spread grease over Brunswick's hands. The hand ready for Chris' hole Manetti applied a lot more grease to the actor's forearm. He made sure Brunswick understood the implications. Manetti applied two fingers of grease on both boy's holes and pushed it in, then spread some around inside their holes. Andy's hole, replete with short dark boy hair, felt incredible, but also puckered tight. Chris looked at Manetti with intense excitement and anticipation. Manetti held up a single finger as a warning. Chris pouted. Andy looked at Brunswick a little frightened, but excited in anticipation all the same. Brunswick stuck in two fingers in both boy's ass lips and twisted. Andy yelped while Chris moaned deeply. "Do a couple hits, boy,” Brunswick encouraged Andy. Manetti sat on the bed next to him, uncapped the bottle and fed it to the boy. Brunswick felt his hole loosen considerably so he slipped in a third finger. Chris had no problem with two fingers or the third that was incoming. He rocked his butt to take Brunswick’s fingers all the way to his knuckles in one go. Brunswick pushed in three fingers in each boy, easily slipping into Chris, not so easy with Andy. Chris reached over and stuck his tongue in Andy's mouth, surprising him with a passionate kiss. The poppers aroused Andy's lust. He liked kissing Chris in front of his mentor, started making out with Chris passionately, much to the pleasure of both Brunswick and Manetti. Chris whispered nastily, "Fuck yeah. Let your daddy fist us. Let daddy take our holes." Chris looked in the boy's deep blue eyes and saw lust building, as Brunswick added a fourth finger. Chris wiped some lube off his butt and stroked Andy's shriveled cock. It didn't get hard but it did get Andy to start pushing down on Brunswick's hand. Manetti let them share the poppers, each taking a hit, then another. Then both boys began desperately pushing their holes trying to take Brunswick's meaty paw. "That's it, son. Bear down on daddy. Look what a good job Chris is doing." Having Chuck Brunswick's hand inside him was his goal since he saw the lightning bolt suitcases outside the cabana. Chris swallowed his hand in one greedy gulp and let out a passionate cry of achievement. Both his hands flew above his head in passionate surrender, wallowing in the accomplishment, squeezing and releasing the monstrously large hand inside him. Brunswick kept twisting inside Chris' expanded hole, while he still toyed with opening up his boy. Brunswick's hand was bigger than Manetti's, but Manetti definitely possessed better technique. Manetti continuously checked in with his bottom, whereas Brunswick was thoughtless, mechanical. Chris didn't really care though. This is how he imagined Stacks Lightning would fist him: forceful, dispassionate, at times hurting him. It was something he wanted. After several minutes of twisting and re-lubing, and still not getting into Andy, Brunswick was about to give up on both of them. Chris saw his growing frustration. "Let Manetti get him open, Sir. He's got smaller hands," Chris said. With a single raise eyebrow, Manetti protested, and would have said something, but saw the kid was working an angle. Manetti gave Andy a once over, admiring the black pubes on such milky white skin. It got an easy rise out of Manetti, and he gave Brunswick a why-not look. Brunswick assented and turned his attention to Chris' malleable hole, while Manetti took his towel and wiped excess grease from Andy's butt. He knelt down and began lapping at the hole, swirled his tongue in circles, while Andy breathed through clench teeth, relishing the sensation of the man's rough beard and feathery tongue. Brunswick wasn’t into rimming, and since he’d been the one and only man he'd ever had sex with, the thought of someone low enough, someone as rough and criminal looking as Manetti, wanting to put his mouth on his shitter excited him. It was what he expected criminal would like to do. And, man, the feeling of a tongue licking his hole was beyond description. He relaxed and Manetti stuck his tongue inside the kid's rectum, licking the musky flavor of his hole. It drove the kid crazy. He pulled his cheeks apart so Manetti could dig deeper if he wanted. He wanted. Brunswick watched in fascination his boy's hole getting so professionally eaten. He looked at Chris and twisted his hand once more, balling up his fist, and pushing his arm further up Chris' hole. Chris took a hit of poppers and gritted his teeth and pushed his ass onto Brunswick large hairy arm. He went quite a distance on the first try but at a price. The man's knuckled brought him a lot of pain. He lowered his legs and placed them on Brunswick's muscular shoulders and gave them a slight push so his arm pulled out slightly, taking off some pressure. He took another hit and fell in a trace looking at the actor's face. The international spy, Stacks Lightning, had his arm inside his body. How fucking awesome was that? Not as awesome as it would be if he were piston fucking him. So he relaxed his legs on the man's shoulders and felt his mammoth fist slide deep within him. He rocked his feet off the spy's shoulders feeling him go in deep then come out. He kept up the motion seeing it pleased his hero. The more it did the harder he rocked. Chris had been the one in control, determining the rhythm by pushing his feet against Brunswick, but he could see Brunswick wanted to dominate, so he laid back on the bed and pulled his legs apart to show submission. It’s exactly what Brunswick wanted and immediately rose to the challenge. He pulled all the way out and then punched back in. Chris gave into his fantasy that the internationally famous undercover spy, Stacks Lightning, wanted to punch fist him. The spy could do no wrong; he would be this week’s willing bottom. Chris pulled his ass cheeks apart and let him pile drive in first one fist, then the other. He grunted like a swine with each punch, leaving dignity far behind, and snarled and snorted at Brunswick, nodding his head to punch him more and harder. Brunswick had the look of a drunk madman and pummeled the boy's ass mercilessly. If he was damaging the boy, he didn’t care. He allowed him to suck on his popper bottle for a moment, then began again to use the kid’s body as a punching bag. At one point, catching his breath from his battering, he witness Chris pushing out his internal organs. They popped through his hole, lips like a volcano rim with red lava oozing to the surface. What had been a small bloom earlier in the day, now grew to a soft-ball size mound of flesh pushing through. Brunswick used his towel to wipe it, then bent down and, for the first time, started chewing and sucking on Chris' small prolapse. Brunswick had never given in to such depravity, but the sight of this teenager with such a disgustingly obscene asshole, drove him to lick and nibble and kiss it, using his tongue to drive the boy to insanity. To Chris, nothing had ever felt like this. It was like being rimmed by twenty tongues. So many nerve endings were raw and exposed, stimulated all at the same time. If he even thought about jacking himself right now he'd shoot and hit the wall. He left his hard, purple-headed erection alone, and instead grabbed the head of auburn locks attached to his hole and push his rosebud harder against that mouth. The international spy's lips were locked, eating his shithole. How incredibly awesome was that? Not as awesome as the spy’s hand going back inside and starting to punch his organs again. They got into a long series of punching that lasted minutes or hours—time didn't registered. But suddenly his body did something it'd never done before. Brunswick’s fist stayed in the air ready to go back in but he was suspended in curiosity. Chris was convulsing. More than an orgasm that normally started in his balls and shot out of his dick, an earthquake rocked his entire core. He thundered in ecstasy as tremors uncontrollably took over his body. He rode it to what he thought was a finale, but a second, then a third aftershock quickly followed. There was a loud cry out of Andy at the same time. Chris glanced over at Manetti as his body shook. Manetti had just seduced the boy's hole with his hand, popping Andy’s fisting cherry. As he rested inside the kid, letting him get used to what a fist felt like, he said to Chris, "It's a body orgasm. It’s natural." In his old calming voice, he explained to him, "It’s your whole body orgasming not just your balls nutting. Ride it. Enjoy it." Chris spasmed several more times, calming down after a few more seismic quivers. "Oh, shit," Chris said getting up on his elbows looking at Brunswick. "What the fuck did you just do to me," Chris rasped. He sat up on the edge of the bed and, not being able to control himself, pressed his face against Brunswick and stuck his tongue down his idol's throat. He squeezed Brunswick’s cock, which was engorged and dripping. The man eyes were clouded with drink. He threw Chris on his back and stuck him like a pig. Chris squealed in contentment, letting him rut to his heart's satisfaction. He cast an eye over at Manetti, who was still holding silently inside Andy, but saw Manetti inching his cock ever closer to Andy's furry hole. Chris let Brunswick rock away inside him but gradually swung them both away from Manetti and Andy. He wanted all of Brunswick attention, and undulated madly under the man, distracting him with the seductiveness only his hole could provide. He rubbed the man's chest, running sensual fingers over his nipples, rising up to touch his mouth. He felt the bed give and saw Manetti pick Andy up off the bed. Manetti had swapped hand for dick, his mouth clamped onto Andy's mouth, rocking the kid in the air, pounding mercilessly into the boy like a sack of heavy grain. Andy fully surrender to Manetti, wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, and let him fuck him relentless standing by the door. Manetti’s butt clenched wildly. He was coming to a climax. Brunswick started to shift his head toward the standing pair, but Chris moved his head back and heaved himself forcefully on the man's cock. Brunswick still wanted to know what the noise by the door was. Chris took that moment to make him an offer, "Put your hand in me, Chuck, and jack off if you want." The actor refocused on Chris’ face, realizing this boy would let him do whatever he wanted it. Chris spied Manetti climaxing inside the boy, just as Brunswick slipped his entire hand inside Chris’s rectum and started whacking away. The perverseness of fisting and wanking inside an asshole got him to cum quickly. Only after he felt the final hard thrust of the actor’s fist inside him, then did he allow himself to beat off. It took no time at all; within second shot he shot his wad into Brunswick’s chin. A bead of semen clung to the famous mustache like white snot. Brunswick licked it off with a drunken smile. Brunswick slipped his hand and cock out of Chris, just as Manetti eased Andy softly back on the bed. Brunswick was none the wiser to what had just happened to Andy. Chris let the drunk man roll off him, away from Andy and Manetti, and just laid on his back squinting at the ceiling. "Fuck, baby, you are a real whore, aren’t you?" Brunswick said, closing his eyes. He reached over and pinched one of Chris' fat baby nipples. He licked his mustache once more and relaxed in post coital bliss. Chris brought his spread legs around and turned on his side to attend to Andy. Manetti had got what he wanted but just left the kid laying there in a state of shock. Andy looked dazed, staring at Manetti biohazard tattoo, leaking his toxic cum onto the bed sheets. Chris talked to him quietly in his ear. It was okay. It felt good, didn't it? He then bent down and started sucking Andy's small stiff cock while the young man kept staring at Manetti's belly. Chris slipped a single finger in Andy's hole and started pushing in Manetti's drippings. Within only a few moments Andy's body began to rock to the rhythm of Chris' mouth. Chris used more fingers to swab the sheets gathering more cum, and pushed more of Manetti into the kid’s receptive hole. There was plenty of Manetti’s spooge covering the bed, and Chris used all of it to get his small hand back inside Andy. The moment Chris’ fist entered Andy, Andy's head fell back and he shot a fountain of salty white cum into Chris' mouth. Chris hungrily swallowed every drop. Like milk was the kid's fresh cum. Fresh but not so pure. Brunswick was snoring lightly as they gathered their towels and masks to leave. Manetti opened the nightstand drawer and found a large black dildo the same size as his cock. He bent down, gave it to the kid and spoke quietly in his ear. He could see the kid was wide awake and horned out of his mind. "We got another call to make. Practice on this for the next hour, then come find me and I’ll give you the real deal.” He stuck his tongue in the kid’s open mouth. “You got one of the finest pussies I’ve ever had the privilege to fuck,” he said, with the nastiest grin on his face. Andy beamed, and laid there greasing the dildo, while Brunswick turned to his side to sleep the rest of the night away. ***