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Chapter 32: Pig Fest We headed to Fantasyland and Marc was horny as hell. As soon as we got there, he wanted seeded, and he got more than that! We headed directly to the restroom, but the only time we went into a stall was to retrieve a roll of toilet paper which we shoved in his mouth as a gag, before putting him on the sink to breed him. Anyone who came in was invited ro piss on him, and everyone did. After both my dads and i seeded him, we headed back for the pig fest. Marc was put on a leash and led back to the crabin, completely naked, soaked in piss and plugged with our three loads in. The Pig Fest was amazing! Everyone there had a great time. There was fisting, fucking and felching. Someone even brought a fuck machine, which I tried for the first time after I had several loads in me. Marc took 2 more of our loads there. My real dad wanted to add another to him, but Marc would have to wait until we got back to our cabin for that. In fact he told us he wanted both of my dad's in him together. Why hadn't I thought of that? He already had me and my step dad in him together. After they planted 2 more loads in Marc, totalling seventeen, he said he wanted me and my real dad in him together. I have to give it to my real dad. For an older guy, he could have several back to back sessions. Loads 18 and 19 went in, and we were all spent. We decided to hang on the porch naked some and just relax. I told Marc it was kind of ironic that he had taken 19 loads, which was our age when we started experimenting. He smiled and said we aren't done yet are we? I said probably for the night, butt there was always tomorrow. We headed inside, and simply got in bed and made out some. Talked about the weekend and how great it has been. The three of us had a nice romantic time. Sure the sex was great, but we told Marc we had likely accomplished what we had hoped to. I saw a side of Marc I'd never seen before. Up until now, he had been a poz seeking pig, but now he was very romantic. He told me that he loved me, and was so happy that he decided to let me be the one to gift him. I reminded him i had some help from my two dads. And he said yes, but your real dad infected your step dad, who infected you. I said true, but I'm sure there are still some other strains you've collected in their loads. At first I thought Marc was angling for 2 more loads, but he wasn't. He did get two more, however in his mouth. It was actually by my suggestion and not his. I told him I knew his ass had to be quite sore, so we'd give it a rest for the night, but a good blow job always helped me to sleep much better.

The most I’ve ever taken in one night was 22 loads. And several other dicks that never Nutted. A buddy and I were in Los Angeles and we got a hotel room for the weekend. One night he pimp me out in the next night I pimped him out. We both were trying to set a new record, and we both accomplish that!

I'm trying another something new. A collection of one off stories, all centered around a few common characters and themes, all a little bit in the world of science fiction. I hope y'all enjoy my new stories of transformation and change! Part 1: The Experiment Week 1: The ad had been simple, yet it had attracted Jonny’s attention right away. Of course, that was its intention. Jonny was young, and just out of college. At 22 he considered himself to be in his prime. He was cocky, he looked good naked and he knew it. His round pecs had in the last two years started to grow an ever-expanding patch of hair right in the center that now spanned from round pert nipple to round pert nipple. He worked out often, and had the high bouncing butt to prove it, not that it ever saw any action. In his freshman yes of college Jonny had found himself dating a waifish insatiable bottom which had done two things for his psyche. First, he came to think of himself over the course of that relationship as a strict top; an opinion that he carried to this day. Secondly, that all bottoms were smaller and weaker than him. It was part of what had driven him to the gym. If he was going to be all top he had to look the part. Over the next for years he had sculpted himself into his idea of the perfect top, and when he stood naked with his seven and a half inch monstrously thick dick sticking out from his dense pubes it was hard to argue with his self-assessment. Looking for young gay men for a sexual health study, and possible experiment. First session is an interview, if applicants qualify they will be contacted for further interviews or experiments. Applicants should be self-identified as “tops.” This is a paid study. That simple paragraph had changed the course of Jonny’s life. Like most people right out of college he was hard up for money, and looking for a job. He’d used almost all the money he’d gotten at graduation to move out of his college apartment and into a small place just outside the gay neighborhood with two other guys he knew from college. They had both found jobs fairly quickly but Jonny was struggling. After almost a full month of sending out what felt like hundreds of resumes the fun part of “fun-employment” was wearing off. The prospect of being paid to talk about his sex life seemed almost too good to be true. After seeing the ad online he’d quickly clicked on the link to sign up. He’d entered his name and age, a few other stats and then clicked submit. After only just a few minutes an email came through with an appointment time and location. It all seemed so easy. Two days later Jonny walked up the steps of an uninteresting looking office building. He got in the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. In the elevator bay a sign with rearrangeable white block letters read “Queer Sexual Health Study Room 709” with an arrow pointing down the nondescript hallway. About halfway down the hallway he found room 708 and feeling just a little bit nervous, knocked. “Come in,” said a light voice through the door. Jonny opened it and found himself what looked like a small doctor’s office waiting room. At a desk across from the door sat a blond twink with shaggy hair and a thin narrow face. He flashed a big toothy smile at Jonny and said, “Come on in and close the door.” He had a soft floating voice with a hint of a lisp. He was a the exact kind of guy Jonny loved, and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. “You must be Jonny?” asked the twink. “Yeah. I have a… uh…” he checked his phone for the appointment notice, “three o’clock appointment for the study.” “Perfect.” He grabbed a clip board from a stack and passed it over the desk with a pen. “Go ahead and fill this out. It confirms the information you submitted on the webform and then in a consent for the study. Take your time and read through it all if you like.” He flashed another big smile. Jonny eyed him up and down, undressing him with his eyes. Jonny quickly filled out his information again, his eyes frequently flicking up to the twink behind the desk. Every once in a while, they caught each other’s eye and the twink would grin. Jonny barely read the consent form, if he had read it a little bit more he might have understood what he was signing up for, but as it was he found himself more than a little distracted. Having scribbled his signature across the bottom of the consent form, Jonny got up, tried and failed to hide his erection, and handed the twink back the clipboard. “Thanks, give me just one moment.” The twink got up and went through a door off to the side of the desk. Jonny eyes his narrow hips and pert butt as he walked away. He was practically drooling. Jonny was left alone, his mind full of thoughts of lust for the twink. After a few minutes he was back and holding the door open said, “follow me please.” Jonny got up and adjusted his boner again, sticking it up into the waistband of his briefs. The door opened on to another corridor. Lining one wall were a series of door that all opened onto little rooms. Each one was fitted out with a desk, a comfortable looking couch, and an exam table. It was like a cross between a doctors exam room and a therapists office. The twink lead Jonny down to the last room at the end of the hall and said, “Doctor Marks will be with you in just a moment. Feel free to make yourself comfortable on the couch.” Jonny sat down and looked around, the twink gave him another winning smile and then left, closing the door behind him. The room was a clinical blue green color, and the exam table had a thin sheet of paper over it. Had it not been for the couch, and the dimmed lighting it would have felt exactly like a doctor’s office. Jonny found himself starting to get nervous. What had he signed up for? Just a minute later there came a light knock on the door and a man let himself in. He was tall and broad shouldered. His handsome face sported a close cropped beard, and fleck of gray at the temples of his short hair. He was certainly handsome but not Jonny’s type. This was the sort of man Jonny hoped he’d grow into, not the kind he hooked up with. “Hi,” said the man extending a large hand to Jonny, “I’m Doctor Marks. You must be…” he consulted the clipboard in his arm, “Jonny. Nice to meet you.” Jonny shook his hand, “Hi, its… it’s good to meet you too.” “You must be wondering what our little study is about,” said Dr. Marks moving around the room to sit at the wooden desk. He gestured to the couch and Jonny sat back down. “Yeah kind of.” Jonny admitted with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’m a psychologist first of all, and I’m interested in what drives people’s sexual desires. Ultimately, I’m hoping to understand where sexual fetishes come from, how do they form in the mind, how do they evolve, how do they relate to the rest of our lives and psyche, and can they be changed. However, for this part of the study we’re starting with something more basic, the building blocks if you will. Before delving into kinks and fetishes and the more specific aspects of sex we’re looking at what defines roles in gay sex. To put it plainly, why are some people tops, some bottoms, and some vers. Is it something innate, something learned, is it both, can it change over time, can stimulus change it.” “Cool,” said Jonny, genuinely interested, “But I don’t think anything can change me from being a top.” Dr. Marks smiled at that, and continued, “So, todays interview is to assess if you’re right for the study. From your answers on the questionnaire, it seems likely that you are. You will be paid one hundred dollars for the session no matter what the outcome is. If we decide you’re a good fit we’ll have you watch a little informational video and then schedule you for your next visit. How does all of that sound.” “Sounds good to me,” the thought of a hundred dollars for just answering questions sounded amazing to Jonny. “Great. Now these questions are obviously going to be very personal in nature, I’m sure you saw that in the consent form. Please answer honestly, that’s the only way for us really to get good data.” “Understood.” Dr. Marks looked down at the clipboard now resting on his knee, picked up his pen, and cleared his throat. “It says on here that you consider yourself to be a strict top.” Color rose in Jonny’s cheeks. Somehow hearing that said out loud in such a clinical tone made him embarrassed, but he said in as strong a voice as he could, “correct.” “How long have you been sexually active?” “Six years.” “That would have made you how old when you lost your virginity?” “Sixteen.” Dr. Marks made a note on his clip board, “can you tell me about that first sexual experience?” “Well that was, this guy in high school, we had both just come out. It didn’t really mean much but we blew each other in his car parked at this old baseball field a little out of town. Then I fucked… I topped him once.” “You can say fucked,” Dr. Marks gave Jonny a reassuring smile and a nod. “Where you the top in that encounter because you already considered yourself to be an exclusive top?” “No… not really, its just sort of how it played out.” “When would you say you started to identify as a top?” “My first boyfriend in college, this hot little twink. He only wanted to get fucked, and I found that I loved it. I started going to the gym because I wanted to bulk up and pound him harder. I loved hearing him moan when I slid my dick in his hole.” His dick was getting hard again thinking about it, he shifted trying to hide his erection. “Its alright if you become aroused, many of our subjects do when talking about their experiences. It’s nothing to be worried about or ashamed of.” “Oh… uh… thanks.” “You were saying?” “Yeah. Right. So I was the top in that relationship, and when we broke up I just kept going. I think the fact that I had bulked up made the other guys at school see me as a top and that’s how I started to see myself. Now, honestly now I can’t ever imagine it differently. In four years, I’ve never been interested in being fucked. Plus, I’m only really into guys much smaller than me, so it would be weird to be fucked by one.” Jonny let out a little nervous laugh and waited as Dr. Marks stopped scribbling his notes. “Great. What’s your relationship to protection and safe sex?” “Well…I probably should be better. I’m on PrEP, but still. I usually fuck raw. It just feels so good sliding into a tight hole, feeling it open up around my shaft and then pumping my load inside.” “You said that in four years you’ve ‘never been interested in being fucked’ does that mean you don’t like it or that its never happened?” “There have been a few guys who were interested, one guy even started eating my ass, but… its just not my thing.” “So you’ve never been the bottom?” “Nope, gold start top.” Jonny was proud of that fact. He may have been a slut in college but his hole was untouched. “Great. How many sexual partners would you average a week?” “Two to three.” “Now are you on any of the hook up apps?” “Yeah, um… Scruff mainly, but sometimes Grindr and Sniffies.” “How often would you say you are on the apps?” “At least once a day.” “And how often do you meet someone from there?” “Probably once a week.” “If you make it into the study would you be willing to let us look at your profile as the study progresses.” “Sure… not that I change it often.” “No most people don’t. Alright. I think that’s all of the introductory interview questions. I’m going to step out and confer with a colleague about your responses and I will be back in a few minutes.” Jonny was horny as hell now thinking about all the twinks he’d fucked over the years. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum matting his treasure trail down. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back into the couch imagining the reception twink between his legs right now sucking on his hard dick. Dr. Marks knocked on the door again before letting himself in. Jonny jumped a little and say up straight, trying in vain to make it look like he hadn’t just been fantasizing about sex. “Right,” said Dr. Marks, ignoring the compromising position he had just caught Jonny in, “after talking it over we feel like you are the perfect candidate. So, next thing for today is watching the introductory video. A lot of this information is in there but I want to just say some of it to you personally. “By agreeing to be in the study you are committing to four sessions with us. They will all involve and interview portion, getting more and more in depth each time. Each will also include a short video to be watched before leaving. The first and last sessions will involve a physical examination. This is mainly to collect accurate stats on participants to see if there are physiological factors in determining tops and bottoms, or physical manifestations of those preferences. You will also be paid three hundred dollars for each of those sessions. Meaning for completing the whole study you’ll be paid a thirteen hundred dollars. Sound good?” “Sounds amazing!” “Great. I’ll just set up this video and leave you to watch it, please do pay close attention. I’ll come back when it’s over.” Dr. Marks picked up a remote from his desk and aimed it at the wall. A projector flickered to life and the entire wall across for Jonny was filled with a title screen reading “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study.” “Title’s a little different from the hallway sign,” Jonny joked, “Queer Sexual Health?” “Yes, we try to keep a bit of a low profile in the building. Not everyone would be thrilled about a gay sex fetish study on their floor.” “True.” “Alright, I’ll click play here and leave you to it.” He got up and crossed to the door. He pointed the remote at the projector again and the play icon appeared in the corner of the title card. He gave Jonny one more smiled and then dimmed the lights and left the room. For a moment the room was silent except for the whirring of the projector fan. Then a low, warm, resonant voice filled the room. It started out seeming as though it was only coming from the wall being projected on, but quickly spread out till it felt like it was surrounding Jonny. For a moment, feeling this voice surround him was alarming, but there was something in the warm honey tambour of the sound that soothed him. “Welcome to the Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study,” the voice said, “we are so happy you’re here, and have agreed to be part of our study.” A low hum joined the voice, it ebbed and flowed, a slow rhythmic tempo like the water of a lake lapping at the shore. “Please listen carefully. As you’ve been told the study will consists of three sessions. Each session will have an interview, a film segment like this one, and the first and last session will have a physical examination. It is important that you are honest and open with us. Only complete honesty will provide us with the results we need. The hum had gotten louder and without thinking about it Jonny had noticed his breathing matching the pulse. It was calming. “During the physical examination you will be required to be nude in front of one of our technicians. They will take measurements of different parts of your body, including both your flaccid and erect penis.” Jonny’s dick gave a throb, he hoped that technicians meant the twink from the lobby. “You will also be required to give us access to your online dating profiled and hook up apps. We will examine your profile itself, along with the stats on the those you contact most often. “This portion of the study is looking at what makes a top a top, and a bottom a bottom. It is our goal to determine if those differences are innate, and if they can be changed.” There was a long pause in the narration and the title card faded to black. It was just the thrum. Jonny felt himself slipping back into the couch. He felt all tension leaving his body. “Focus closely on the center of the image in front of you,” the voice said. Then a small white dot appeared. Jonny trained his eyes in and focused. The dot started to ebb and flow with the drone, it grew and shrank. It made his eyes feel heavy. “Though you may think your role as a top cannot be changed that is not true. It’s not true because you are not truly a top. You are not truly vers. You are a bottom. Seeing a bottom being fucked turns you on because you see how good it would to be fucked yourself. You know this to be true.” The voice was washing over Jonny. He was no longer conscious of what exactly was being said. It was all just a wash of sound and light. The pulsing of the dot, and throbbing of the drone had overwhelmed his mind. He understood what the voice was saying, but was completely unaware of its message. The dot on the screen grew. It was no longer just a point of white light, but a glowing disk that grew till it seemed to envelope Jonny. He was falling forward into the bright white abyss. Then a new sound was added to the drone, the grunting of men. It was the unmistakable sound of two men having sex, and amongst it one man saying over and over “Yes, please, fuck me, use me, fuck me.” “You long to be fucked,” the voice said and from inside the white void came an image of a hot muscled jock on his back his face contorted in pleasure. The image filled the whole screen and then flashed to a video of a fat cock sliding raw into a well fucked hole. “It’s easier to surrender. We will help you surrender.” More images of dicks sliding into loose holes, the sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud now it had almost drowned out the drone, and in the background the voice of a mysterious horny bottom continued to plead for cock. “Give in. Take your place as a bottom. Service the men around you. You long to be fucked by them, to be bred by them. Your hole is desperate for cum. Let go. Let your mind go. Release yourself. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” ---- When the lights blinked back on Jonny found himself slumped into the couch, his mouth hanging slightly open and a little trail of drool running down his chin. What had just happened he thought. He looked at his watch. He’d been in that room for over an hour, but it had seemed like just a few minutes. Had that intro video really been an hour? He shook it off and got up. His dick was soft, but there was a wet spot in the front of his pants where he had leaked precum. He tried to cover it with his hands. Just as he was about to open the door the handle turned and Dr. Marks came back. “You did great! Alright. Stop and see Toby out front and we’ll get you booked up. No more than a week between sessions but five days is optimal. Toby will also cut you a check. See you in a week!” Then he was gone. Jonny felt shaky and uneasy as he made his way to the front desk. His head seemed to be buzzing slightly, as if his mind were full of bees. He blinked almost unseeingly at the twink when he got back to the reception room. The cute blond just smiled knowingly and handed him a check then said “How about this coming Wednesday at 2pm? That work.” “Yeah… uh… yeah sure…” “Let’s put that in your phone now so you don’t forget shall we.” Toby added the appointment to Jonny’s phone and then he was out of the office and back on the street. What the fuck, he thought. Week 2: Five days later Jonny was once again sitting in the small waiting room across from Toby. It had been a strange five days. After he’d left the office the last time he’d felt out of it for the rest of the day, if he really was honest he still felt a little strange. Now, back in the waiting room, he felt nervous and excited. His heart was beating quickly and his dick refused to go completely soft. Something about all of this turned him on immensely but he didn’t really understand what. It was Dr. Marks who called him back this time. Sticking his head around the door he’d called Jonny back to the row of exam rooms and led him once again to the last one at the end of the hall. “Its good to see you again Jonny,” Dr. Marks said, gesturing to the couch again for Jonny to sit. Jonny sat down, the couch felt safe and familiar now, some of the tension went out of his body. “Thanks. You too.” “How was your week?” “It was good…” “What is it?” “Nothing… do you have questions for me?” “After the initial interview this part of the study is a little less ridged. We can have more of a conversation than just question and answer.” “Oh, right. Sure.” “So, your week? You said it was good but you kind of hesitated, was anything odd?” “I mean it was fine, I’m looking for a job so that occupies a lot of my time.” “Of course, I can imagine.” “But I was also so fucking horny all week. It was probably just talking about sex, and then thinking about the study.” “That’s understandable, analyzing your sex life, and asking why you are attracted to things can lead to an increase in libido for sure. Did this result in an increase in sex drive, or sexual encounters?” “Yeah.” Jonny chuckled a little embarrassed, “I had four different guys over this week.” “How did you find them?” “On the apps.” “And what role did you play in those encounters?” Jonny paused, this was what had been weight on him, “I was the top in all four…” “Feels like there’s a but hanging there.” “It was weird,” and with that a series of thoughts he hadn’t quite put together all tumbled out of him. “They were all hot, these bottoms. All twinky guys like I like, all horny as fuck and desperate to be bred. Something was different in the energy. I wasn’t as… the connection wasn’t there. Like I fucked them and I got off but it wasn’t as satisfying as usual. Does that make sense. I would get off and it would be hot but afterwards I was still not horny but unsatisfied, like I needed something more or something else. I’ve never felt that before.” “That’s very interesting.” Dr. Marks scribbled a long note on his clip board. “I’m intrigued to see if this carries into next week and how you feel after this session.” “Do you think it had something to do with last week?” Jonny asked nervously. “No. I’m sure you just had an odd week. You were super turned on talking about yourself and your love of topping and it through you off for a few days. Nothing to think too much about.” “Sure. I’m sure you’re right.” “Now, did your increase libido come with an increase in masturbation as well as sexual activity?” “I seriously jerked off like four times a day.” “Is that unusual?” “I’m normally a one or two kinda guy… but this week… this week its like all I could think about was sex.” “Fascinating. What do you use for stimulation when you masturbate?” “My hand…?” “No,” Dr. Marks chuckled. “Do you look at porn? Read erotica? Just imagine things?” “Oh! I usually watch porn.” “What sort?” “Anything with a twinky bottom usually.” “And this week? The same? Anything new?” “Well… yesterday I was scrolling through Twitter and I ended up stroking to a couple of muscle jocks getting fucked.” “Interesting? Who were the tops in these videos?” “One was kinda a bear type and another was also a jock.” “And that’s unusual for you?” “Yeah. I almost exclusively watch twinks get fucked, though I’ve watched them get fucked by all sorts of guys.” “So jock bottoms is an unusual choice for you?” “Yeah… it was really hot though.” “I’m sure it was. Alright, I think that’s the whole interview portion for today. Next my assistant Max will come in and he’ll do your physical and set you up for the video then you’re done for the day. I’ll see you when you’re all finished up.” “Thanks Dr. Marks.” “Sure think Jonny. Just sit tight.” Talking with Dr. Marks had gotten him aroused again. His dick was throbbing in his jeans, and a small dark spot of precum was forming. Fuck, Jonny thought, how was he this fucking horny. A soft rap on the door broke him out of his thoughts. “Hello,” said Max as he entered the room. He was younger then Dr Marks, probably in his late twenties early thirties. He had floppy brown hair combed over to one side and a stubby chin. His eyes were bright and kind, and he gave Jonny a big reassuring smile. “I’m Max, Dr. Marks assistant.” He held out his hand, and Jonny shook it. He felt a little bolt of electricity shoot through him at Max’s touch. Max, like Dr. Marks, was wildly different from Jonny’s type but his broad shoulders and thick arm stirred something in Jonny. “So has the process here been explained to you?” Max said sitting down at the desk. “Yeah. You’re going to take some sort of stats on me?” “That’s right. Mostly some basic stuff: height, weight, blood pressure, resting heart rate. That sort of thing. Then we’ll also do some other physical measurements. We’ll measure your chest, waist, arms, legs. I’ll get an accurate measurement of your erect penis. Then I’ll do a visual inspection of your anus. I understand you’re one of our top subjects so no real measuring back there just a little look for the records. Sound good?” “Yeah… I guess. Very thorough.” “We are that.” Max laughed. “It was all covered in your consent document, so no surprises and nothing to worry about.” Jonny thought back, and realized he really hadn’t read or absorbed anything in the consent document. It was too late now though he supposed, he’d signed, been accepted to the study and taken his first payment. “So if you don’t mind, take off everything but your underwear and jump up here on this table for me.” Jonny was suddenly very aware of how hard his dick was, but then he thought he was apparently going to get his erection measured so it didn’t really matter. He stood up and stripped down to his briefs, trying to keep one hand in front of his crotch but failing miserably. “Well, it looks as if you’re ready to have your erection measured. Why don’t we just start there. If you’ll pull your briefs down.” Jonny took a deep breath, and the hooked his thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down. He didn’t know why he was nervous in front of this man. He worked hard on his body, he was proud of it, he was proud of his cock. Yet still, he felt butterflies flapping in his chest. Max moved quickly and efficiently. He had a cloth tape measure in his hand and rolled the desk chair towards Jonny. He took a soft grip of the base of Jonny’s cock and pulled the tape along it the top. Allowing the end of the tape to drape across Jonny’s mushroom head, he bent low to read the number. “Great,” he said making a note on his clip board, “Seven and five eights inches long, and...” He wrapped the tape around the base of Jonny’s now dripping dick and leaned back in. “Six and a quarter inches around, that’s… just about two inches thick.” He made more rapid notes on his clipboard. “Right, since were here, why don’t you step out of those briefs for a second and bend over the table for me.” “Uh… sure.” Jonny kicked his briefs off and set them on the exam table in front of him. He lent forward from the hips resting his arms on the paper covered table top. “Man you really are a top,” Max chuckled, “arch your back a little, you’re so clenched up I can’t see anything.” He put one hand on the small of Jonny’s back and pushed lightly. A tiny whimper escaped Jonny’s mouth and he gave into the pressure, and he clapped a hand over his mouth in surprise. If Max had noticed anything he didn’t react. He just pressed down a little more till Jonny’s chest was basically against the table and his ass was thrust out. Jonny had bent plenty of boys over into this position but he’d never been the one to assume it. He felt exposed, but also, and this scared him a little, he felt good. It felt hot. There was a man behind him looking at his exposed hole. His dick gave a little throb. Max let up the pressure on Jonny’s back and moved both of his hands to Jonny’s butt cheeks. He pulled the furry mounds of muscle apart revealing the jock’s winking pink hole. Dense hair ran down his crack, and swirled around the untouched sphincter. “Not that you can really tell from looking but that certainly seems like the hole of a total top.” Max said. His breath felt warm on Jonny’s ass, and he involuntarily bent forward just a little more hoping to feel it again. Max grinned to himself, and let out a long slow breath. Jonny sighed and closed his eyes. Max ran his finger along Jonny’s crack, swirled it around his hole and then lent back to take notes. “Alright, you can stand up and put your briefs back on now.” Jonny felt like he was coming out of a trance. He stood up shaking his head to clear the clouds away. Blinking he pulled his briefs back on, and tucked his still throbbing dick off to one side. “Right, now, for the more standard measurements.” Max had Jonny up on the table and took his pulse, and blood pressure. He listened to Jonny’s chest with a stethoscope. He used his cloth tape to take measurements of almost every part of Jonny’s body, and then took him across the hall after assuring Jonny it was critical he be weighted in his underpants to get an accurate number across the hall. Jonny stood, his dick now resting at half mast, in his underwear on a scale in the hallway. Then he moved over to the measuring stick mounted to the wall. “Amazing,” Max said, putting one hand on Jonny’s bare shoulder and leading him back into the exam room. “You’ve done great.” Max’s hand felt warm on Jonny’s flesh, and he involuntarily pressed himself into it. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ll just turn this on, and then leave you to your video session then you’re all done for the day.” “Thanks man.” Jonny said, sitting down, still in his underwear, on the couch. “No problem.” Max turned the projector on, dimmed the lights, started the film. The title card appeared on the far wall, the drone low in the speakers. Immediately Jonny’s entire focus was on the film in front of him. He never even noticed Max leave and close the door. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Two.” Read the white letters on the wall. The drone swelled and Jonny’s breath almost instantly matched its pulse. The letters faded and the small white dot appeared again. It pulsed with the drone. “Welcome to week two. You’re doing so well. Focus on the dot in front of you. Yet your mind go blank. Let your vision shrink to just the dot. The dot is drawing you in, pulling you down, and opening you up all at once. Your hidden mind is opening as the dot grows in front of you. Your subconscious desires rising to the surface. A new understanding of yourself and your place in the world is growing.” The dot had started to expand. It grew till the whole was a blinding white. Then the whimpering pleading sound returned. “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” over and over it repeated. “As you fall you come to know the truth,” the soothing resonant voice said, the words filling the room and echoing inside Jonny’s head. “The truth that no matter how much you’ve tried to be in the past you are no top.” The image of a boy on his knees in a jock strap with his mouth hanging open appeared in a small dot of its own, growing till it took over the vast white expanse before it faded to another image. A wet dripping uncut cock filled the screen, then a video of a boy suspended in a sling slurping hungrily on a bear’s dick. Images came quickly. A jock with his face shoved in a man’s armpit licking. Guys on their backs being fucked. Toys sliding in and out of used holes. Men’s faces coved in cum. “You know the truth. You are bottom. You long to be fucked. You long to feel a man’s meat slide inside your hole. You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy. “Take the first step. Rub your hole, feel it pucker against your fingers. Make it wet with spit. Press them into yourself. Feel how your hole blooms open. It was made to be fucked, made to be used, made to be open. Open yourself. Give in. Become the bottom you’re meant to be.” Week 3: Jonny shifted uncomfortably on the couch waiting for Dr. Marks. His heart had been pounding since he’s entered the waiting room. He was going to be expelled from the study he just knew it. When the gentle knock came at the door Jonny’s stomach dropped. He tried to muster a smile for Dr. Marks, but only managed a pained grimace. Maybe he just wouldn’t say anything about it. He really needed the money and if he didn’t complete the study… he didn’t want to think about it. It wasn’t just about the money. He didn’t want to disappoint Dr. Marks, or Max, or even Toby. “Hello Jonny. Five days already. Man, how the time flies.” Dr Marks settled himself into the chair and leaned back. He had his clip board on the desk, and sat leaning to one side to write with his legs wide apart. For the first time Jonny noticed the sizable bulge in Dr Marks pants. “Hi Dr. Marks.” “How was your week?” “It was… it was fine.” “That’s good, and how about your sex drive? Still in feeling revved up?” “Honestly yeah,” now that Dr. Marks was here he felt more relaxed. Dr. Marks was so nice, surly he’d understand. “I’ve been jerking off like crazy. Four, sometimes six times a day.” “That is a lot. You said you usual was once a day before?” “Yeah, maybe twice occasionally.” “Well, that is a marked increase. What about sexual partners? Any encounters this week?” “Just one. I didn’t… I didn’t really find myself looking for partners this week.” “That’s ok, and were you the top with this person?” “Yeah.” “How was that?” “Fine, I don’t know. It was sort of the same. He was hot, and I still got off but…” “But it didn’t fulfill you.” “Exactly.” “And what about your solo sessions, anything different besides increased frequency?” “Well… I… I hope this doesn’t hurt the study or bar me from it… I…” “Jonny the only thing that could hurt the study is if you’re not honest. There aren’t right or wrong answers.” “Ok. Well. I kept finding myself wanting to touch my… touch my hole. I’ve never done that before but…” “Go on.” “At first, like right when I got home after my last session actually I started to jerk off and my hand just sort of drifted that way. Without really thinking about it I started rubbing my hole. Then the next day I thought, what if I got my fingers wet, so I sucked on them and then started rubbing myself.” “How did that feel?” “It felt… it felt great, but still not quite what I was after. So then I got my fingers really wet and I started to try and work one inside me. It took a long time but once it was in I came immediately. In the last three days the only time I’ve cum without a finger in my butt was when I was with that guy.” “Well, that is fascinating. Thank you for your honesty Jonny. Truly, this doesn’t break the study or anything like that. In all honesty it makes it more interesting. Now did you feel satisfaction once you ejaculated with your finger inside you?” “Yeah! It felt great.” “And was it always just one finger?” “Um… well…” “Remember honesty Jonny.” “Well, no. After I got the first one in I felt this feeling of accomplishment and well I felt really sexy. But after getting off like that a couple of times, I felt like I needed more. So I… I started to work in a second one.” “This was the third day after your last visit?” “Yeah, in the evening. Then yesterday, like the fourth time I got off I decided to go for three.” “Did you enjoy it? Getting off while fingering yourself?” “Yeah. Fuck. It felt so good. I just felt so hot too. I kept pushing back, riding my fingers. It was totally wild and new. I’ve never felt anything like that.” Jonny was completely hard again. “That’s good. Thank you for telling me all of that. Now, since your practices have changed a little bit would you consent to Max giving you another quick exam. He doesn’t have to talk all the measurements again, but now that you’re engaging in anal play I’d like him to take another look at you hole if that’s alright.” “I… well yeah I guess. I’m just… wow. I was so nervous that I’d fucked up and you were going to kick me out. I just. Thank you Dr. Marks.” “No need to thank me, just keep being honest with what you’re experiencing... both here and out in the world. It does the study no good for you to deny an impulse you have because you think it will affect something here. We want real data from your real life. You have to give in to those experiences.” “Yes Doctor.” “Very good. I’ll tell Max about the changes you’ve described and he’ll be right in. You can strip down to your underwear if you like he’ll just be a minute.” With that Dr. Marks got up and left the room. The thought of waiting for Max in nothing but his underwear made Jonny both nervous and excited. In the end it was excitement that won out. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, tossing them to one side of the couch. Then he sat down in his straining briefs and waited. Max didn’t take long. Jonny had really only just sat back down when Max rapped on the door and walked in. “Well,” he said, “seem’s like ‘Mr. Never Been Topped’ has discovered the joys of fingering is that right?” Jonny blushed. “I… well…” “It’s ok, don’t be shy. I’m just giving you a little bit of a hard time. Anal stimulation can feel amazing. Anyway Dr. Marks just wants me to have a look here, and make a few notes about the condition of your hole as a base line marker.” “Base line marker?” “We take notes like this on all our subjects who engage in anal play to track any physical changes that may come from penetrative acts.” “I… oh.” Jonny hadn’t thought about what he was doing as penetrative, but of course it was. “Alright, come on over here, take those briefs off, and bend over.” Jonny did as he was told. He dropped his briefs, leaving them on the couch this time, and walked over with his cock semi hard and leaking to the table. He bent forward, this time arching his back a little bit naturally. He’d found himself arching more and more as he’d worked his fingers into himself, and it felt far less alien now. Max put a hand again in the small of his back and pushed down forcing Jonny to arch even further. When Jonny’s chest was pressed into the table and his ass presented to Max he let up the pressure and spread Jonny’s cheeks apart. Jonny’s hole winked a little and Max ran a finger along it. Still tight and pink, it hadn’t changed too much, but there was an obvious shift in how it reacted to stimulation. As soon as Max’s fingers made contact Jonny’s hole relaxed and Jonny let out a little moan. Max blew a soft stream of air across the winking pucker and watched goosebumps spread up Jonny’s back. He picked up his clip board and made a series of notes. “Perfect,” he patted Jonny on the butt cheek, “You’ve done great. Video time. Go ahead and have a seat.” Jonny’s cock was completely hard after Max’s examination, and leaking. He made no effort to cover it though, he felt sexy though he wasn’t clear why. He sat back down on the couch, still naked. “Have fun.” Max said, knowing that Jonny was already locked in to the video trance. He turned off the lights and closed the door. The drone filled the room. A title card appeared, “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Three.” When the title faded the dot appeared, and grew into the blinding void. Over the sounds of a hungry bottom begging for dick the soothing voice began. “Welcome to week three. You’re doing so well. We are all so proud of you. What a good boy you are. Feel yourself relax. Feel yourself let go. Feel your walls falling. Feel everything that’s kept you from being who you are fall away. Let it go and drift off into the void. Once you let it all go your true purpose becomes clear.” Images and videos of men being fucked and loving it start playing across the screen. “You’re a bottom. You’re a cock hungry bottom. You want to make the men around you feel good. You want to please them. You’re a pig. You’re a cock whore. You’re a cum dumpster. All you have to do is give in. All you have to do is let go. Find yourself on your true path. Jonny was too lost in the trance to realize he’d leaned back into the couch and brought his legs up. Slowly he spat into one hand, his eyes never leaving the screen, and began to rub his hole. “You need it. You need to feel your hole opening. You need to feel your hole being stretched. To feel yourself blossoming open. Give in. Fingers are no longer enough. You must push yourself, open yourself more. Jerking off isn’t enough anymore, you need to feel full. You need to feel something push past your hole. You need a dildo. Long and thick, you need to feel it inside yourself. Nothing will feel right until you do. Open yourself up on with a plastic cock, and when you do the bottom inside you will be released. Soon even the dildo won’t be enough. Give in. Week 4: “Hello Jonny.” Dr. Marks said sitting down at his desk. “Hi Doc.” Jonny was all smiled today. Something had changed. After Dr. Marks reassurances last week that following his impulses was the right thing to do Jonny felt like he was riding a near perpetual high. “You seem to be in a good mood today.” “I am. It was a… it was a really good week.” “Did you find a job?” “Oh… well no. That’s actually… that’s still on going.” “Sorry to here that. What made your week so good then? Did you find your grove again with being a top?” “Not exactly. I didn’t actually. Well I didn’t have sex with anyone this week. I hope that’s not bad.” “Like I told you last week, there is not right or wrong with this.” “Right. Well, you said to follow my impulses so. You know I just keep feeling more and more horny. Like I really can’t stop thinking about sex. I’ve started watching all sorts of new kinds of porn. Some filthy stuff, gang bangs, and cumdump stuff. And… and I’ve started watching guys who look more like me getting fucked almost exclusively. Its weird, since I’ve been here I’ve also started paying more attention to the tops. The guy getting fucked is interesting, but its not about his face its about watching the dick go into his ass and the top having fun…” Jonny paused to catch his breath. He was excited, and filled with a frantic energy. He felt like he had to get everything he’d been experiencing out or he’d burst. “Fascinating, tastes change all the time.” “Yeah of course. Its just interesting timing.” “No, it certainly is that. Now, last time you were here you had just started experimenting with fingering. Has that continued?” “Well. In a way. I guess the day after I was here last I was jerking off… more playing with myself I suppose, I wasn’t really doing much with my dick… anyway, I had three fingers in hole and it just didn’t feel like it was enough.” “What did you do.” “I got on google found a sex shop and bought a dildo.” “Really?” “Yeah!” “Something small to start?” Jonny looked a little abashed. “I guess that would have been the smart thing to do. No, I… I bought one the size of my own dick. I wanted. I wanted to know what all the guys I’d fucked had felt.” Dr. Marks consulted his paperwork, “So around seven and a half with about a six and a quarter circumference?” “Yep!” “Well, that certainly is jumping into the deep end. How did it go?” “It was really difficult at first. It took a lot of lube, and a really long time, but then all of a sudden… it just popped inside me. It felt like some kinda damn burst and it just slid right in. I sank all the way down to the bottom and just sat there.” “What day was this?” “Tuesday, they day after my last session.” “Right, your last session was just on Monday. You’re on a truncated turn around this week as it would have had you here on a Friday to do the full turn around. Wow, so in just three days really you’ve started playing with anal toys.” “It was… this will sound odd. It felt like this need. It was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been interested in putting anything in my ass before and then… this week… I just felt like I needed to.” “How did you feel one you got the dildo in the first time.” “Fucking amazing. It was so good. I just bounced up and down on it till all of a sudden I came all over myself.” “You experienced a spontaneous ejaculation from anal stimulation?” Dr. Marks shifted in his chair. Jonny’s eyes landed on the Doctor’s crotch. Was it his imagination or was Dr. Marks hard? “I guess that’s what you could call it.” “Was that your only one this week?” “No… I… I’ve had two more. One a day. But I’ve been riding that dildo like crazy. I can’t get enough of it. I spent two hours riding it this morning before jerking off to come here.” “Good, that’s very good. I’m really impressed Jonny. You’re doing so well.” “Thank you Doctor.” “Alright. So, just like last week because you’ve integrated another sexual habit into your life I’d like to have Max do an exam really quick before your film. Sound good?” “Absolutely.” “Alright, go ahead and strip off and Max will be right with you.” Jonny didn’t hesitate this time. As soon as the door closed behind Dr. Marks he was up and tearing off his clothes. He sat back down, this week not in a pair of straining briefs, but a tight white bike jock. He relished the feeling of his bare cheeks against the couch, and resisted the urge to slip and hand under himself and feel his hole. “Hey Jonny,” Max said, knocking and opening the door at the same time. “How are, oh…” he caught a sight of Jonny in his new jockstrap that he had also bought at the sex shop. “Well. This is a switch up from the briefs. You don’t even have to take them off for this exam. Come on over, I think you know the drill now.” Jonny got up and practically flopped forward onto the table. He didn’t need any encouragement to arch his back this time. He lay forward and pushed his ass back towards Max. “Perfect,” Max said. “You’re learning.” “Thank you.” Jonny said, looking over his shoulder. “You like being bent over like that don’t you? It feels good.” “Yeah… it… it makes me feel sexy.” “That’s good. Lean into that feeling. Alright. I’m going to just take a look here, and then I’m going to do a little manual stimulation of your hole to see how it… and you… respond.” “Alright!” Max repeated the same process he had before of spreading Jonny’s cheeks, running his fingers over his hole, and blowing lightly. Jonny whimpered as Max’s fingers pressed against his now pink and slightly puffy hole. “You’re doing great. Just relax.” Max took his finger and slicked it with lube. He ran his finger along Jonny’s hole, rubbing at the pink lips. Jonny groaned and pushed his ass back. Very slowly Max slid a finger inside of Jonny’s desperate ass. The near virgin hole was tight, and it took a moment for Max to be able to press his finger full in. Despite what sounded like a whirlwind seventy-two hours of dildo riding, Jonny was still a novice and his hole clenched as Max’s digit invaded. Jonny however, didn’t seem pained, or distressed, in face he was moaning into his arms and Max twisted his finger around. “Good,” Max said knowing not to push Jonny too far. “That’s just perfect. Alright,” he withdrew his finger. “That’s all the information I need for today.” “Oh, uh… great.” Jonny said a little sadly still bent over the exam table. “You can take a seat and I’ll start the video.” “Ok.” There it was, Max watched it happen in Jonny’s eyes. It was like a switch was clicked on in his mind. His eyes lost focus for a second and then he spun to sit on the couch staring at the wall laser focused. Max grinned, and clicked play. “Gay Men’s Fetish and Sexuality Study Week Four,” flashed on the wall before being over taken by the dot, then the void. The drone resonated in Jonny’s skull, and the whimpering of a desperate bottom filled his ears. Images of men in slings, tied up, fucked, and bred flashed before him on the screen. Videos of cock sliding into holes dripping with cum, wrecked asses being stretched with massive toys, gaped cunts winking back at the camera played in rapid succession as the voice echoed throughout the room. “Good job boy. Welcome back. You’re doing an amazing job. You’re giving in. You’re finding yourself. The fact that you’ve made it here just shows that we were right all along. You are a hungry bottom. You’re starting to admit it to your conscious self.” Jonny’s legs were already in the air, his ass exposed, and his mouth hanging slack. With his eyes locked on the images in front of him he spat into his hand and started to work three fingers into his hole. “Fingers aren’t enough now. Soon the dildo wont be either. You know what you need. You know what you need to do to take the final step. You need to be fucked. You need to be bred. Once you feel a man cum inside you there will be no going back, and you want that. You want to let go. You want to become the pig that you are. You want to be a good boy. You want to make men happy. To make them feel good. You want to feel them inside you. You want them use you. You want to be open and used. You want to be wrecked, gaped. You want to be the best cum pig you can. Give in. Let yourself go. Give in.” Week 5: “What?” Jonny said. He realized suddenly he hadn’t been listening to anything Dr. Marks had said. In truth his eyes had been locked on the bulge in Dr. Marks’ pants. “I asked how your week was.” Dr. Marks repeated. He shifted back in the chair causing his pants to bunch tighter around his crotch. Jonny felt his mouth go dry. “It was good.” “Still feeling an elevation in sex drive?” “God yes. I’m so damn horny. I just… I cant get enough. It never seems to go away. I have this. Its like a primal desire that I can’t get met.” “What have you been doing to try to ‘meet’ it” “Well after I left here last week I spent most of the night riding that dildo. I tried it in every position and eventually got a myself to cum again. But after that… well I tried all day the next day, Saturday, and it felt good… it felt amazing really, but I just couldn’t get off. I must have had that dildo in me most of the day. So I… I went back to the sex store.” “You did? What did you get?” “I got another dildo… bigger this time, and something I saw online. A… a butt plug. The dildo hitting against my prostate just feels so good that I wanted to be able to feel it all the time, and I thought having the plug would do that for me.” “And does it.” “Kind of. Its really intense but it does feel good. I tried that out first. Like right when I got home. I ran into my room stripped off and lubed it up.” “Completely naked?” “No, actually, I’ve been wearing jockstraps mostly now, so I just leave it on when I play with my hole.” “Do you get your penis out usually?” “I…” Jonny paused, he hadn’t thought about it, but he hadn’t been. Since his last session he hadn’t touched his cock hardly at all. It had all been about his ass. “No, actually. Its just been…” “About your hole.” “Yeah.” “Very interesting. Alright, so Sunday you went to sex shop again, two days after our last session.” “Right.” “You’ve got it home, and you can’t wait to try it out, so you strip down to a jock and…” Dr Marks rocked in his chair a little. Jonny’s eyes flicked down to his crotch. He was definitely hard. Jonny found it momentarily hard to concentrate knowing that there was an erect dick in such close proximity to him. He paused, shook his head a little and went on. “Well, I lubed it up, and sat on it. It took forever to get in. I just kept bouncing up and down feeling myself slowly open up, till all of a sudden, the base just shot into me. It was crazy. I started to cum, like big slow shots of cum bit I wasn’t even hard. My whole jock was soaked and my body was shaking. I just lay there on the ground for like an hour with the plug still inside me. It felt so fucking good.” “What did you do when you too the plug out?” “I ended up riding it again till I forced another load out.” “This is a very interesting development.” Dr. Marks adjusted his obvious bulge. “What about the dildo you purchased, did you end up using that?” “Not till the next day. I ended up playing with my plug most of the day Sunday. The on Monday I decided to try and take on my new dildo.” “How big is this one?” “Its nine inches long and two and a half in diameter.” “That is certainly not a beginner dildo either.” “No, I saw it and… I needed it. I probably spent too much money on it but… I don’t know it was too good.” “Understandable, carry on.” “Well, Monday after playing with the plug for a bit I switched to the dildo. I ended up riding it for almost three hours before I punched a load out of myself. It took a little longer but I managed to the same thing yesterday. Then before bed…” “Before bed what?” “I got this urge to put my plug back in. So I lubed it up and sat down hard on it. I lodged it as far as it would go in my ass and went to sleep like that.” “You slept plugged? All night?” “I wouldn’t say it was a great night sleep but… yeah.” “Fascinating. Now when you’ve been engaging in all of this anal play, what have you been thinking about?” “Thinking about?” “Yes. Have you been fantasizing? Or watching porn?” “Some of both.” “What kind of porn?” “A lot of toy play porn, and some dom sub stuff, a little light bondage.” “Is that out of the norm?” “Yeah it’s a pretty big shift.” Jonny laughed a little. “And when you were fantasizing?” “Well… um…” “Go on.” “Well… for the first time in my life I was thinking about… I was thinking about getting fucked.” “Interesting. Just in the abstract as something you’d want to try or…” “About getting fucked. I kept wondering how different it would feel if one of my dildos was a real dick. What would it be like to have a guy cum in me? It was all I could think about. Yesterday after I came I scooped all of the cum I could out of my jock and smeared it on my dildo before fucking myself again with it.” “How do you feel about your changing interests?” “I feel… a little unnerved, like what’s brought this on, why now? Being a top’s been my identity for so long, but also… it all just feels so good. Why should it matter? Maybe I never was a top. Maybe I always was a…” “A what?” “A bottom. Maybe I’m actually a bottom.” “How does that make you feel?” “Sexy, and horny.” “Very good. So listen Jonny, today was meant to be our last session; however, given your recent journey I would like to offer you a place in our long term study. It will mean weekly sessions for the next three months, at four hundred dollars a session. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?” “God yes!” “Great. I will tell them to cue up the next video in your track really quick and I will be right back. I always do the week four physical so if you want to strip off we can do that in just a moment.” Jonny’s heart started pounding at those words. He’d been prepared for a physical but had assumed it would be Max. Now it was Dr. Marks. He shifted awkwardly on the couch. He hadn’t told Dr. Marks the last part of his overnight plug session… he’d never taken it out. He still had a big silicone plug stuffed inside his ass. He took a deep breath and stood up. He’d wanted Max to see it, to impress Max with its size, why shouldn’t he want Dr. Marks to see it too. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and waited. A few moments later Dr. Marks came back in. “One of your new jocks I see. Very nice. Well you can keep it on for now I think, most of the focus of our exam is going to be on the rear. Go ahead and get comfy bent over the table please.” Dr. Marks, crossed and sat down in the desk chair and Jonny bent over the exam table. He was a natural now, his back arched high and his ass presented outward. He leaned his arms and chest on the table, looking back over his shoulder. Dr. Marks hadn’t noticed yet, he was reading something on his clip board. After another beat he turned and saw Jonny’s plugged ass. “Is that your new plug?” “Yeah,” Jonny grinned wiggling his ass a little. “Did you put it in before coming here?” “Not exactly. I never took it out after last night.” “I see, very impressive, but I have to ask… why?” “Why?” “Why did you wear your plug here?” “I… I wanted Max to see it.” “You wanted Max to see it. Did you think anything else would happen?” “I… uh…” “Did you want Max to fuck you?” “I…” “Remember, honesty.” “Yes. I wanted Max to fuck me.” “Just Max? Is he the only man you’re interested in?” “No…” “No?” “No! I just… I need fucked so bad. Dr. Marks I think it’s the only thing that will help me. Its all I think about. I’m so fucking horny all the time, but nothing makes it stop. I need to fucked. I don’t understand it but I need to feel a man inside me. I need to be fucked. I need to be…” “Need to be what?” “I need to be bred. I need a man’s load inside me.” “Good boy.” “What?” “Doesn’t it feel better to admit that?” “Yes.” “I think its time you take the plunge and say goodbye to pretending to be a top.” “The plunge?” “Yes boy, where I take this plug out of your hole and give you the breeding you’re so desperately craving.” “Oh please! Dr Marks! Fuck me! Breed me! Use me!” Jonny’s rational mind was gone. He was consumed with lust. All he wanted in the entire world was to finally feel what it was like to be fucked and bred. He watched over his shoulder as Dr. Marks stood up out of the chair and took off his sport coat. His arms bulged under the thin material of his button down and Jonny noticed his prominent nipples sticking out for the first time. The Doctor took his time unbuttoning his shirt revealing a thick pelt of hair spreading across his chest and down his stomach. He cast off the shirt, then removed his shoes followed by his belt. He made a show of undoing the first button of his pants. Jonny’s mouth was watering. Dr. Marks slid his trousers off and presented himself in his own straining jock to Jonny. “Is this what you need boy?” He said grabbing at his crotch and shaking the bulging pouch of his jock. “Yes! Holy shit yes! Please… please Dr. Marks, fuck me.” “As you wish boy.” Dr. Marks dropped his jock and allowed his girthy cock to spring up. It slapped him just under the belly button leaving a big smear of precum in the dense hair. Jonny gasped. “Please,” he pleaded. He felt high, his mind was swimming in a fog. The only clear thought was that he needed to be fucked. Dr. Marks walked over to where Jonny was bent over and grabbed hold of the massive plug. He gave it a tug, and Jonny moaned. The boy was a slave to his hole now. Dr. Marks pulled a little harder, watching Jonny’s ass lips cling to the narrow shaft. He released it again. Then pulled one more time. Slowly, very slowly Jonny’s hole opened up, sliding along the slick plastic of the plug till the knot was almost out. Then suddenly the plug rocketed back into Dr. Marks’ hand, and Jonny’s hold gaped around the toy’s narrow tip. Dr. Marks had read the reports Max had made on Jonny’s hole. It had made fast progress following the hypno sessions, but this past week had been the ticket. For a long moment after the plug flopped out Jonny’s lips hung open, spasming. The boy made no attempt to clamp down or close his gaping hole, he just stayed there in front of Dr. Marks hungrily wigging his ass. “Beautiful,” he said, running a spit slicked finger around Jonny’s ass lips. “Are you ready for your first cock?” “Please… please… fuck me… I need it so bad…” “Good boy.” Dr. Marks dropped a big wad of spit on the fat head of his dick, rubbed it down the shaft and then lined up his cock. He grabbed Jonny by the hips and pressed forward. There was the briefest moment of resistance before he slid into the velvety almost virginal guts before him. They both moaned. In the back of his mind Jonny heard a voice, a deep resonant voice saying, “You long to give in. You know that once you do you will be hooked. Once you allow a man inside of you you’ll never be able to go back. Once a man has cum inside you, you will be a cum dump forever, and you long for that release. Give in. You want to make men feel good, you want to please them. You want to be a good boy.” “I want to be a good boy,” Jonny moaned, in little more than a whisper. “You are a good boy, you’re a very good boy. You’ve got my whole cock inside you now.” “Please, yes, use my hole, fuck me, fuck me please,” Jonny said, repeating unconsciously the words he’d heard so often now. “You know what you are now don’t you?” Dr. Marks pulled his cock out till just the tip was inside Jonny’s quivering hole. “Yes.” “What are you?” He slammed his cock back in. “A bottom.” “What are you?” Another rough thrust of his cock.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “What are you?” Slam. “A pig.” Another rough slam of Dr. Marks’ cock. “A cock whore.” Slam. “A cum dumpster.” “Good boy. Your hole feels so good around my cock. You’re going to make lots of men very happy.” “Please… use my hole. Breed me.” Dr. Marks drove his cock into Jonny’s hole over and over. His fingers dug into the flesh of Jonny’s hips as he dragged the boy back into his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, and the stench of sweat started to swirl. Dr. Marks was growling, as he railed his latest experiment. He hammered roughly into Jonny’s hole. Getting a boy over the last hurdle took a little brute force. You had to truly fuck the top out of them. He bent low and grunted into Jonny’s ear, “I’m going to breed your fucking hole boy.” “Fuck! Yes please! Breed me! Fill me! Use me!” “Take my fucking load you bottom slut!” With that Dr. Marks buried his cock to the root inside of Jonny, breaking past his second hole and began to flood his guts. Jonny moaned, his own load dribbling out of his cock as his hole spasmed. They were both shaking as their orgasms subsisted. Slowly Dr. Marks withdrew his cock, and Jonny slumped against the exam table. “Thank you Doctor,” Jonny planted. “How do you feel Jonny?” “I feel amazing.” “And what about what you just said? How do you feel about that?” “I feel good. It felt… it felt right.” “Which part, be specific.” “I’m a… I’m a bottom, I always was, but its more than that… I’m not just a bottom, its not just that I like to be fucked. I need to be fucked. I’m a... I’m a cock hungry bottom, a cum dump, a cock whore.” “Good. Now I’m going to tell you something very important and then I have to ask you an equally important question. You didn’t come to this on your own.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we may have released something inside you, or we may have changed something in your mind I’m not really sure, but the point is we made you into a cock hungry bottom. The videos you’ve been watching every week have actually been hypnosis sessions. Something you might have picked up on had you read the consent form a little more closely. But, that is why you’ve been so horny, why you were suddenly interested in anal, why you bought those toys. Its why you came here begging to be fucked. So, the question is, knowing that… do you care? Does that change how you feel about what’s just happened or who you are?” Jonny thought for a moment. He looked the still naked Dr. Marks up and down. He took in the the cock that had just bred him, still slick with cum and ass juice. He felt the slickness in his crack, the cum in his jock. “No. I don’t care how it happened. This is the most important moment of my life. I’ve found my true purpose.” “So even knowing what I’ve just told you, you still think you’re a bottom.” “A cock hungry bottom.” “Good boy.” “I love it when you say that.” “I know. Now, you have two choices. You can sit down and I’ll start the hypno video for your next session…” “More hyno… what else…” “You may have taken your first load my boy, but there is much more depravity to be found within you. So you can sit down and start your next session or…” “Or…” “I can have Max and Toby each come in here and pump a load in you before you go under.” Jonny wanted Max there was no question about that, but Toby. He was a twink, the kind of guy he would have been fucking a month ago. Then he realized that didn’t matter. If Toby had a hard dick Jonny wanted it inside him. “Dicks first, then hypno,” Jonny said grinning. “I thought you might say that. Bend back over then, and I’ll let them in.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a bottom, a cock hungry bottom, a pig, a cock whore, a cum dump. Your hole is full of cum right now and that is how it should be. That’s how you need it to be. You need cock. You need to be bred to get off. Your own cock isn’t of any use, isn’t of any interest. Ignore it. “Play with your hole. Stretch yourself out. Make yourself gape. Your hole is made for use. You want to be ready for any man or any size. Relax, let yourself fall deeper. Deeper into your own depravity. Deeper into your own lust. Deeper into your own destruction.”

it feels amazing when u got multiple loads inside, feels really sloppy when the next guy is going in, best lubricant u can get. after 4 / 5 loads the real fun starts for me

Your second paragraph really nails it, I think. That intimacy you describe goes way beyond the physical for me.

I am totally 50/50 vers. I’ve got a big dick and like to fuck and I have a hungry hole that loves attention. I don’t know if it’s unfortunate, but there are times where I’m in the mood to bottom and hooking up with a guy who is a top, but when he sees my dick, he suddenly throws up his legs. All of that, notwithstanding, I love to bottom. I love the intimacy of taking raw dick up my ass. It’s extremely erotic and sensual and nasty to feel his cock spasming as he dumps his load. And I don’t know why it only happens with some guys and not others, but sometimes I can feel the individual ropes of sperm shooting out of his cock.

I've posted before about my black fuck buddy who i have fairly regular sessions with. Well just lately we have been getting very chilled out and into longer session, lost of arse to mouth and really edging him till he completely explodes inside me. He always wants other tops to join in and load me while i worship his cock but being a chunky guy in a city of bottoms means i don't get much interest. He reckons if he could leave a review of my arse on BBRT we would have more luck. Couple of weeks ago he wanted to film me sliding onto his cock for the first time that session, he had not suggested this before, so we go ahead and he gets really turned on and asks if i have any toys so I got the selection out. He chooses a fairly innocuous clear one, maybe 7" long, not massively thick, but one that does the job when home alone better than the larger toys we have. Now he is not really one for playing with my hole but i was horny as fuck and he started with fingers, then worked to the dildo, even starts asking about if i like being fisted, anyway he then tells me his plan. "You been DP'd before?" Well no, never, so he tells me i am getting dp'd that day and it blows my fucking mind, still had another 45 mins on off of being fucked before he came so much i was using the dildo to pull it out and eat it down. So, if any of you are a top near north Bristol in the uk and fancy joining in one saturday morning, hit me up

I’ve had (about) 20 on two occasions. Admittedly they were both as a young teenager (I’m 56 now). But in recent years I’ve had in the 4-5 range many times. What I remember was feeling very wet and hardly feeling the cock in me after 3 or 4 loads. Walking away was the best feeling. Feeling cum dripping down my legs and squishing feeling in my ass.

Chapter 12: Dinner Party Over the next while, Daniel was able to set aside his fears gradually. Any time Rodrigo sensed that his worry was rising again, he’d give another little pep talk. From time to time, he’d add in another form of energizing session which owed almost nothing to words but still took Daniel’s mind right off his worries – as well as entertaining Rodrigo. One night, for instance, Rodrigo found Daniel looking sadly at the video of the award ceremony again. He’d whipped the phone right out of Daniel’s hands, and said, “Forget that, here’s something better for you to concentrate on,” as he yanked down his pants and pulled his dick out, waving it right in Daniel’s face. It did the trick. Daniel grasped the semi-soft shaft and gave it a couple of good tugs, then opened his mouth and fitted his lips around the head, caressing it with his tongue as he squeezed and released it with his lips. In a mere matter of seconds the entire shaft began to grow, and harden, and in less than a minute it was up to full mast and Daniel was deep throating it. At the same time, Rodrigo was leaning forward and letting his fingers do the walking down Daniel’s spine, and over the firm round swell of his butt to begin delving into the crack. Daniel let go of his cock long enough to moan, “Fuck, yeah, play with my ass.” Rodrigo pulled back his finger for a minute to lick it, and then leaned forward again and started pushing it inside. Daniel really knew how to work with his ass, and Rodrigo loved the feelings it gave, whether he was fucking Daniel with a finger or his dick. He slipped a second finger in, then, and began twisting them back and forth, around each other, a treatment which always revved up Daniel’s desire to get fucked. Eventually, Daniel let the cock fall out of his mouth and went down to start sucking on the balls, which just let Rodrigo finger his hole even deeper. When Daniel figured he had warmed up Rodrigo enough, he pulled off, yanked down his shorts, turned around without a word, and pressed his ass backwards to meet the hard cock which was coming closer to him. In a few more seconds, the head of that cock met his hole and began pressing inwards. Rodrigo’s cock was a perfect size to be able to go crazy inside Daniel’s ass without causing too much lasting pain in the aftermath – and it came at just the right angle to hit his gland right on target with every stroke if Rodrigo fucked him in missionary. Daniel had teased Rodrigo that he ought to go into porn just to become famous enough to have a dildo modeled after his tool, since it would work like a charm on so many guys – and he as frequently reminded him of the dollars he could accumulate as his share of the revenue from selling the toy. “You have got to be kidding,” Rodrigo had snorted when he said it for the fourth time. “You come down here as a complete and total emotional wreck after a decade in that business, and you want me to go to the mainland and subject myself to the same grind? N. O. Fucking. Way!” Daniel had, of course, laughed loudly, but then assured Rodrigo that he was joking – but only in part. “Rodrigo,” he’d said in his best business tone, “I never joke about money.” Right now, though, those teasing conversations were the last thing on Daniel’s mind as Rodrigo’s cock worked its magic inside his ass. As usual when fucking, Rodrigo had worked right up to full throttle ramming speed in the first minute and kept right on going at that tempo. After about five minutes of this forceful treatment, Daniel pulled away, asking for more lube, and had then rolled over onto his back while Rodrigo obliged. It was time for the magic stick to work on the magic hotspot. And work it did, with every one of Rodrigo’s thrusts hitting the target. It wasn’t long before Daniel could feel his sperm rising out of his balls and pulsing up his cock. “Fuck, man, you’re going to fuck the cum out of me.” “I’m going to fuck my cum into you.” It was Daniel who reached the peak first, his cock lifting up and shooting high into the air to fall back with a splatter across his face and chest. The sudden squeezing sensation brought Rodrigo to the moment as well, and he plunged forcefully inside, erupting strongly in Daniel’s hole. Over the succeeding weeks, this scene (with variations) played out multiple times. It all helped to keep the dreaded blue balls at bay, but also helped to relieve Daniel’s stress attacks. By this time, Daniel had clearly fixed in his mind the idea that Laszlo loved him and was working away at breaking down the accursed fears of rejection that were preventing him from acting on that certainty. More and more, though, he realized that this house and these friends were no small part of his gradual healing and reclaiming of himself. Among the many inconsequential conversations which Rodrigo and Daniel had shared during the year and a bit of their friendship, one little nugget of information had dropped in connection with nothing in particular – Daniel had mentioned that his birthday was June 14. Rodrigo had marked the date on his calendar and had privately decided to take Daniel out for dinner – since it was, after all, his 30th birthday. Rodrigo debated inviting Brad and Arian and their girls (of the moment) but decided against it, since Daniel did tend to get a bit quiet and tense in the company of relative strangers. Instead, he would let Brad and Arian know, but would just take out Daniel for a quiet little dinner for two. He reserved a table in a semi-private alcove at a classy restaurant in one of the major resorts down the road about twelve miles, first verifying that they wouldn’t have to be super-dressy – smart casual clothes would do. He then dropped off a small gift for Daniel, at the hotel, with instructions that it should be delivered to the table with a bottle of champagne after they were seated – and he made sure that the concierge understood clearly that they were friends and not a couple. A couple of days beforehand, Rodrigo invited Daniel. His first question was a slightly suspicious, “Are you trying to date me?” Rodrigo laughed. “Hahaha! I know better than to try that! No, I just wanted you to have a chance to celebrate your special day with a friend, since you spend so much time hanging out by yourself. There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely, and you do have times when you seem very lonely. Just a little friendly gesture to make one night a bit less so.” “Do we have to dress up?” This was Daniel’s next big paranoia. He hated having to do the jacket and tie thing. “I checked. The place we’re going is smart casual only. Neat pants and shoes and a good button-down shirt will do it.” Daniel thought a moment longer. “It’s a fine idea. Thank you, Rodrigo.” “We’ll leave at 6:15. Reservation’s for 7:00.” Daniel nodded. When the big day arrived, Daniel came downstairs early to find the coffee already brewed, and a cake with a few little gift-wrapped packages around it. The other three sang a classic rendition of Happy Birthday to You – classic in the sense that the three voices were singing in three different keys, and none of them managed to hit the high note in the third line. Daniel accepted a cup of coffee in a brand new mug emblazoned with a giant gold star with “XXX” inside it, and that got him laughing heartily. He blew out the one huge candle on the cake, ideally chosen as being in the shape of a rigid nine-inch cock. He then sat down to open the presents – which consisted of one sex-themed household accessory from each of this three housemates, a choice which didn’t surprise him a bit. He thanked them for the birthday celebration surprise, smiling broadly. After coffee, the four of them all went out surfing together. Daniel celebrated his birthday by riding two of the biggest waves of his career – and wiping out after two seconds on the second wave, to much hooting and jeering from his friends. A while later, after getting some breakfast and diving into the cake, the four of them were sitting on the front deck’s steps, and he spoke. “I wasn’t really expecting anything in the way of a birthday this year, but I should have known you three would be ready. You guys really are the best!” They all gave him a big bear hug, and Rodrigo capped his off with a kiss – which set Brad and Arian hooting and whistling all over again. “Hey, Rodrigo, save it for your hot dinner date tonight!” They all laughed together again. Arian in particular couldn’t help noticing that Daniel looked looser and happier than he’d looked in months, actually ever since he’d come over to Hawaii from California a year earlier. Arian and Brad left to go down the road for a brunch get-together with some friends, and Daniel and Rodrigo were left sitting together. Daniel was repeatedly adjusting himself in his jammers, and Rodrigo definitely noticed. “Hey, what’s got you so antsy?” “I don’t know. Guess it wants to get out and get some exercise.” He looked Rodrigo directly in the eye as he rubbed the bulge more forcefully. “Let’s go see what we can do about that.” Twenty minutes later, on Daniel’s bed, Rodrigo was sliding up and down on Daniel’s rigid tool, feeling every bit of that legendary nine inches pushing right inside him and then pulling out of him again. As always, Daniel was enjoying feeling Rodrigo’s expert ass working on him, sucking and pulling and twisting and squeezing. It was great to do it with such an active bottom who knew just how to work a cock with his busy hole. After a few minutes, though, Daniel was ready to take charge. “Get on your back,” he snapped, and Rodrigo obligingly pulled off and laid down beside him. Daniel got his legs up and pushed right back over his shoulders, and then slid back into his ass. By this time, after three days of no action worth mentioning, Daniel found that he was rapidly rising to the challenge, going around the final bend and closing in on the finish line. His pounding got even faster, the smacks of his hips against Rodrigo’s butt harder and louder, and Rodrigo knew that it was time. He opened right up, allowing Daniel to plunge in and out at full speed and grunted, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, dammit. Blow your load inside me!” Daniel gasped and grunted three times, and then slammed right up against Rodrigo’s ass, holding it right there as his sperm jetted into Rodrigo’s tunnel like water spurting from a firehose. After the first four or five shots, he resumed pumping, slamming in again and again at each of the smaller pulses. At last, the pressure in the firehose dwindled to nothing and Daniel slowed to a halt, breathing deeply as he let his big tool slide slowly out, to be followed by a small river of cum. “Feeling better now?” Rodrigo asked in a snarky tone of voice. “I’m not sure. May have to do it again to make certain it’s okay.” Rodrigo pulled a face. “Oh, fuck, no! Even once a day is hard to take when you go all the way into overdrive like that!” At 6:15 that evening, Daniel met Rodrigo at the bottom of the stairs, and they set off together for dinner. Daniel whistled in surprise when they pulled into the driveway of the deluxe FourWinds Resort, one of the most expensive places on the island. After leaving the car with the valet, they walked inside the entrance, and Rodrigo steered their steps to the right, where the restaurant opened off the end of the lobby, with its outer wall dedicated to a series of windowed alcoves facing the ocean and the adjacent waterfall tumbling over a rock face to fall into the surf. The maître d’ escorted them to one of the alcoves, and Daniel immediately chose a seat facing the waterfall. Rodrigo took the other side, which gave him a bit of view of the restaurant behind Daniel’s shoulders, helpful if he should need to summon a server. Almost as soon as they’d settled, the server arrived with the champagne, glasses, and ice bucket, gave his name as “Enrique,” and proceeded to open the bottle and pour. A second server came right behind with the menus, and a small, gift-wrapped package which he placed in front of Daniel. When Daniel opened it, he found a customized glass paperweight with his name and photo embedded inside, and a note from Rodrigo wishing him “the happiest of birthdays.” He reached out with both hands to shake Rodrigo’s hand across the table as he thanked him, and then they turned to the business of drinking the champagne and ordering dinner. Daniel was enjoying himself far more than he’d expected to do. It had been years since he’d allowed himself the luxury of a night out with anyone that wasn’t tied to business in some way. It helped, too, that Rodrigo wasn’t and didn’t want to be his special man, just a good friend, which took a lot of pressure off both of them. As for Rodrigo, he was just happy that he’d been able to do something special for his friend, a man who deserved and needed someone to pay a bit of attention to him, simply as a human being. It made Rodrigo feel good that he was seeing Daniel relaxing and just going with the flow – a state of being which happened for him far too rarely. They’d finished their appetizers and the plates had been cleared away. Daniel pointed out the window and said, “I love having this view of the waterfall. Water in motion is one of my favourite sights and sounds.” Rodrigo turned and gazed out with him, and then swung back. Thankfully, Daniel was still absorbed in staring at the waterfall. Nothing could have prevented the shock from crossing Rodrigo’s face as his gaze again took in the restaurant. He quickly mastered himself and said something casually. But in that moment of shock, he knew exactly what he was going to have to do next. ************************* In comparison to his previous trip to Hawaii, Laszlo was feeling beaten and discouraged. He did his best to enjoy the sun and the water, but he was finding it tough going. His visits to the surf beaches on the Big Island had been just as unproductive as in the winter, although he had managed to score one hot night with a hot blond surfer dude from Australia. Back to Maui. There were several more key areas to check out here that he hadn’t seen before because of time shortage. One of these beaches struck him as very much the kind of place where Daniel might have chosen to go to ground. He spent a couple of days carefully studying the local scene, but finally concluded that here, too, he had come up blank. Now he had four nights left to go. Where to head next? For no reason other than that he liked its underpopulated vibe, he opted to go back to Kauai. Then flight problems. The plane he was supposed to leave Maui on developed engine trouble and got grounded. The next two flights were already filled right up. As a result, it was past 6:00 pm when he finally checked into his hotel. At that hour, he did a bit of desultory unpacking, got cleaned up and changed, and headed downstairs, thinking he’d just grab a quick burger or some other light meal. The hotel’s coffee shop had closed at 4:00. Oh, well, the main restaurant it was then. At least he had the bonus of a very handsome young Filipino waiter named Aaron, and they flirted shamelessly with each other between the courses of what turned into one of the finest dinners he’d had in ages. Laszlo was feeling very relaxed and quite a bit happier when the stranger approached his table and said, “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” ************************* Rodrigo and Daniel had just finished a spectacular meal of locally-caught fish and shellfish in a uniquely-scented herb broth, a house specialty, and Enrique arrived to present the dessert menus while his assistant cleared away the dishes. They proceeded to order dessert and coffee. All the time, though, Rodrigo had been keeping an eye on the young man eating alone on the far side of the large room. Now that they had finished their main course, Rodrigo laid down his napkin, stood up, and said, “Excuse me – back in a minute.” Crossing the restaurant behind Daniel’s back, he took a deep breath to steady himself, and then stepped over to the table by the far wall where Laszlo was dining alone. “Excuse me, you’re Arpad Nagy, aren’t you?” Laszlo switched on an automatic smile and responded, “Yes, that’s right.” “I’m here with a friend, treating him to a night out for his birthday. He’s a huge fan of yours. It would really make his day if you could just go over and say hello for a minute. Please? I’d really appreciate it if you could.” Laszlo suppressed a slight sigh. “All right. Where is he sitting?” “Right across there, in the alcove, with his back to us. He wanted to look out at the waterfall.” Laszlo stood, with his usual winning smile, Rodrigo thanked him, and Laszlo walked across towards the alcove. Rodrigo dropped into the spare chair at Laszlo’s table, watching anxiously to see what would happen, and crossing his fingers with a little wish for the good of both of them. Laszlo actually began speaking as he was passing the seated figure, before he turned around in mid-sentence and the sight of the man’s face stopped him dead in his tracks. “Hi, there. Your friend asked me to come over and say… to come… over….” His voice ground to a halt like a wind-up toy that had run down, and his jaw hung half open. Finally, he managed to whisper, “Daniel.” Daniel, for his part, was staring in stunned disbelief. Then he slowly rose to his feet and took a hesitant step forward. “Laszlo?” Laszlo held out his arms and in a moment the two of them were locked together in a hug that lasted for a good thirty seconds or more, followed by an equally heartfelt kiss. Laszlo took Rodrigo’s seat, moving it closer, and they sat down together at the table. As soon as they sat, Laszlo stretched out his hand. Daniel took it and their hands twined together on the table cloth as if they never intended to let go. At the other table, Rodrigo heaved a massive sigh of relief and allowed a smile to spread across his face. Just then, Aaron came along, looking a bit baffled at seeing a completely different man sitting at the table. Rodrigo chuckled, and then said, “The gentleman who was sitting here? He’s over at that table now. I’ll pay his bill.” Aaron looked relieved and bustled away to get the bill prepared. Being forced to cover the bill for a dinner which had run into three figures wasn’t something he really wanted to do. As he went, Rodrigo saw Enrique heading for the other table. He got up and intercepted him. “That table where I was sitting. I’m still paying for it, whatever either of them wish to order. Perhaps you could just give them a few minutes – they were kind of startled to run into each other here.” Enrique nodded understandingly and stepped away again. Rodrigo sat back down and watched the show for a few more minutes. It was plainly obvious that both of them had forgotten all about him, and that was fine. Everything was fine. His work was done. Once he’d paid both bills and left a very generous tip for the service staff, he headed back out to the car and drove home with a huge smile on his face, leaving the tab open and giving them his phone number so they could text him the particulars of any further charges. All the way back to the beach house, he was chuckling at the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Laszlo to the same restaurant where he was treating Daniel to his birthday dinner. Meanwhile, Daniel and Laszlo were negotiating a very unusual conversation. For two guys who had known each other for nearly two years, and been intimate more than once, it was strange to both of them to be actually getting to know each other properly for the first time. But before they could even begin that process, there was one question that Laszlo simply had to ask. “Daniel, why?” “Why…?” “Why did you just disappear, not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing? You sold your condo, cut off your phone, closed your email. First-rate disappearing act.” Daniel explained about wanting to leave the entire porn business behind. Laszlo looked at him closely. “Is that all?” Daniel looked down at the table for a long moment, and then forced himself to raise his head and meet Laszlo’s eyes. “No. I was frightened. Of you, and of my feelings towards you. I was going to have to let my guard down and be vulnerable, and every time I’ve done that, I’ve gotten burned – badly. It’s a long story, but if you really want to hear it….” “What feelings?” “I began to realize that I was falling in love with you. That scared the hell out of me. And then, when Marina sent me the video of the award presentation, and I saw you holding hands with that big blond guy, I knew for sure that I loved you – because the pain and the heartache of that moment were so intense, so terrible, and they just wouldn’t let go of me.” “So that’s when you knew you loved me.” “Not ‘loved,’ Laszlo. I do. I love you.” Now that the dreaded moment had happened, Daniel was amazed to discover how easy it had been to say the words, clearly and simply speaking his truth. “Daniel, I was so burned up by the way that you vanished out of my life that I just wanted to give up on you for good. Miklos was a good guy, funny, thoughtful. When I went to pieces that night, he was the only thing holding me together. But it was a doomed relationship. He could tell that there was something big holding me back from going all in, and after what happened at the speech, he guessed that it had to do with you. He was the one who told me off, who made me realize that I couldn’t give up, that I had to find you, because I loved you. So I did that – because he was right. I love you, Daniel.” “Laszlo, I am so sorry -- for everything: sorry for messing things up so badly, sorry for not realizing what was happening between us, sorry for just running away like I did….” “Sh-sh-shh.” Laszlo hushed him, quietly, putting his fingertips gently on Daniel’s mouth. “We’ve said what matters. The rest is just details. We’ve got a whole lifetime for that – if we still think at the end of a month that we need to bother.” Daniel said nothing, just clutched Laszlo’s hand even tighter as his eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, Laszlo said, “I’ve got to pay the bill for my dinner. I was eating across the dining room there when your friend came over to ask me to come and see you. What’s his name, by the way? I need to thank him for the nudge.” “That’s Rodrigo, and I think you’ve met him before. Wait a second, that means you were over here a couple of months ago -- and now you’re here again. I didn’t know you had any interest in Hawaii at all.” “I didn’t – until I guessed that the man I love was hiding out here somewhere.” Daniel smiled broadly through his tears at that. “When did I meet Rodrigo?” “Not exactly met. You passed him on the walkway by the beach, right in front of our house. It was the same day I tried to call you when I was in Los Angeles.” “We were both looking at the same time, then? Shit.” Laszlo laughed aloud. “We’ve really made a royal mess of this, haven’t we? Let’s go and start setting things right. Where’s my waiter?” He spotted Aaron walking by and waved him over. “I’d like my bill, please.” “The other gentleman who was sitting here has paid it for you, sir.” Laszlo noticed that Aaron looked a little crestfallen, since it was obvious that this customer who had so taken his fancy had suddenly and abruptly been pulled right off the market. “He paid for my dinner too, Laszlo. It was a birthday present.” “So it’s your birthday? There’s an important detail I needed to know. Good thing I’m here to give you your present in person.” “What is it?” “Me,” Laszlo said simply. Just then, Daniel’s phone pinged. He picked it up, opened the text message, and read it aloud to Laszlo. “Made it home safe. Enjoy yourselves, and Happy Birthday again!” “Quite the guy.” “I’ll say. That was supposed to be my ride home.” “Do you really need to go home?” Daniel thought for a moment and then smiled. “No. I think I’m there already.” With that, the two of them rose from the table, and after Daniel checked with Enrique to make sure the bill was all right (and it was), Laszlo led the way to his room. “Sorry about the mess. I’d just arrived from the airport and didn’t bother about settling in before coming down for dinner.” “I don’t mind.” In moments, they had their arms around each other and were kissing again. The contrast was like daylight and darkness, both compared to their earlier couplings, and compared to all the other men either or both of them had screwed around with. Now their feelings and emotions were ruling them, as they took their first steps towards exploring each other, each with the other’s feelings foremost in mind. It was going to be a night such as neither Daniel nor Laszlo had ever experienced before. This would be a night of love in the broadest and deepest possible sense of two very different individuals learning how to work together to bridge those differences and build a new and stronger unity, emotional and physical, between them. Their movements were so slow and measured that it came as a surprise to them to discover that their clothes had all fallen away and their naked bodies were pressed against each other as they continued kissing and fondling under the shower. When had they made their way to the bathroom? Daniel couldn’t even remember. They took turns washing each other down, stroking gently with the shower gel over each other’s skin. At last they turned the water off and took the towels to dry each other. Their arms were around each other again, their mouths kissing each other, their tongues dancing together as they slowly made their way to the bed. Laszlo turned down the duvet, and they lay down on the bed together, wanting to be free to explore each other in every way they could imagine. They were so absorbed in each other’s presence that it was a good twenty minutes before either of them even thought of reaching for the other’s cock. When Laszlo finally made that move, he found Daniel painfully hard and dripping wet. Then he realized that his own was as well. How odd that neither of them had noticed that yet. But now that Laszlo had made the move, both of them found they were ready and more than ready for some incredibly intense action. Daniel smiled at him. “I guess it’s time for us to do our Big Scene again. You surely remember how it goes. You taught it to me. Who gets to go first and fast?” Laszlo smiled too. “I will. I want you to take the main role in the scene. I’ve been waiting, it feels like years, for you to make love to me again – just as you did in that video, only better.” With that, Daniel rolled onto his face and raised his hips, giving Laszlo a good clear road to his cheeks and hole. Laszlo plunged his face in and began eating, tonguing the man sweat out of his crack and teasing the tight button with little stabbing plunges of his cock. Then Daniel moaned and told him to get on with it and don’t keep him waiting all night. Eager to oblige, Laszlo lined up his cock with the target and began to enter. Daniel was so turned on, so ready, so open, that no other lube or spit was needed. The precum leaking out of Laszlo’s tool smoothed the way, and he sank right into Daniel’s ass and began pumping. Suddenly, all Laszlo could feel was his cock and Daniel’s tight hole. Nothing else in the world mattered to him for those moments except cock in ass, the crying need to cum, and the knowledge that Daniel needed him to breed ass just as much as he himself needed to do it. It took only two minutes before he began gasping for air. Daniel said nothing, just pressed his ass higher up to meet Laszlo’s desperately energetic thrusts. With about six more ferocious strokes, Laszlo suddenly exploded inside Daniel, cumming in such a ferocious outburst as he could never recall feeling before in his entire experience. He finished and pulled out, bending down to lick up some of the stream of cum sliding down Daniel’s taint, and then rolling onto his back. Daniel straightened up, moved over to straddle Laszlo’s prone body, and then lay down on top of him, letting his cock slide right into the gap between Laszlo’s wide-spread thighs. And then he lowered his mouth onto Laszlo’s, savouring the taste of his own cum as their tongues mixed and mingled it with their saliva. Daniel took his time. After all, as Laszlo had said earlier, they had a whole lifetime to attend to the details. Now was the time to immerse themselves in their emotions. Daniel realized that he had never before felt so loved in his entire life. He was sure, too, that Laszlo was experiencing the same emotions at the same powerful level as their hard bodies moved against each other slowly, and their tongues twined around each other. Daniel let his hands slide up and down Laszlo’s smooth torso, feeling his way, memorizing every ridge of muscles, every point of bone, the smooth, satin texture of his skin. At the same time, Laszlo was caressing Daniel’s back, with his legs spread to let Daniel lie right on top of him, and his arms locked around Daniel’s body, feeling the strength of his back from buttocks to shoulders as he thrilled to the weight of Daniel on top of him. Laszlo spoke, in an awe-struck voice that was barely more than a whisper. “Why did I never feel what an amazing body you’ve got whenever we fucked before?” Both he and Daniel, of course, knew the answer without speaking it. This wasn’t business. This wasn’t a shoot, working against the clock. This wasn’t a scene where they always had to remain conscious of showing their best angles to the cameras. For both of them, this was the first time they had felt free to devote all of their attention, every part of their minds and hearts to their partner, in a place where time had no power and where nothing mattered to each of them except the other. The kissing, stroking, caressing, and squeezing continued unabated. At last, though, Laszlo spoke again. “I want to taste your cock in my mouth.” Daniel got up onto his knees and shuffled forward until he was straddling Laszlo’s chest, with the thick shaft of the Hawaiian Nine resting on his lips. Laszlo’s tongue flicked out, exploring the head, pulling back to swallow the drops of clear juice that were still oozing out of the head. Daniel groaned, not in pain but with extreme pleasure, as Laszlo slowly worked on his cockhead before opening his mouth wide and taking the whole shaft inside. Laszlo was lavishing all his experience and care on giving Daniel’s cock the most wonderful tongue bath that much-used tool had ever received. “You’re amazing,” Daniel moaned. “No one had ever taken all of it so well, or made it feel so incredible.” It was true. Laszlo had already realized that sucking this big, thick cock had always been a struggle for him before. Now, it was the easiest thing in the world to lower his jaw far enough that the entire length could slide smoothly into his throat. He worked on that big dick for several minutes, listening to Daniel’s quiet moans of pleasure as he sucked his man’s meat deep and long. Then Daniel pulled up and away, bent down to kiss Laszlo again, and quietly said, “Roll over. I want to taste your hole now.” Laszlo rolled easily onto his stomach. Daniel proceeded to kiss and lick his way down Laszlo’s back until he came to the beginning of the crack. He placed his hands on either side of those firm round cushions, pulling them gently open until he could push his face deep inside. His tongue worked on the sides of the crack, dropping lower until he could start sliding it over the tight little button at the bottom. It was Laszlo’s turn to moan repeatedly as Daniel made love to his ass, giving more and more attention to the hole, poking and prodding it repeatedly with his tongue. Then he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue in harder and harder until the hole opened, and he could begin to push his way inside, thrusting and stimulating with his busy tongue. It was time. Laszlo’s moaning took on the shape of words, words that went straight to Daniel’s heart and lodged themselves there for all time. “I want to feel you inside me now. Not because it’s a big dick or because I’m horny, but because it’s you. Make love to me now, Daniel.” Daniel lifted himself up, just enough to shift position and plant his cockhead against Laszlo’s hole, and then began to push inwards. The first time he had done this, he recalled that he’d had a long struggle to get Laszlo’s virgin ass to open up and accept its first dick. Now, the welcome was instant, and there was no argument. Laszlo opened up and took him in as readily as if he had already been fucking him for half an hour and had gotten him thoroughly loosened. He slid right inside all the way in one smooth slide, his whole thick nine inches buried inside this man he loved so much. In that moment, Daniel finally understood. Everything that had happened between them before this night had been a series of false starts, false starts underscored by the business overtones of all their previous encounters. Tonight was their true beginning. He lay down again along Laszlo’s back, feeling the curves and planes of Laszlo’s body pressed against him as he began to slide smoothly out and back in again, moving slowly with an almost hypnotic pace, letting himself feel every second of every gentle slide out, every thrust back in. As Laszlo began squeezing his hole slowly and rhythmically in tune with Daniel’s thrusts, both of them fell deeper under the spell, the power of two people who were completely open to each other and whose every move was powered by desire – not the desire for relief of self, but the desire to give the best of themselves to make the experience as wonderful as it could get for their partner. Daniel continued stroking and caressing Laszlo’s body as he pumped in and out, and Laszlo turned his head to the side so that they could continue kissing each other as he did. Laszlo then spoke again. “I want to get on my back so we can see each other, face to face, no more hiding, no more barriers.” Daniel pulled slowly out, and Laszlo rolled over one more time onto his back, lifting his legs up as he went. He pulled his legs right back over his shoulders until he was folded double, and completely open. He pulled Daniel down to him and into him, holding him close so that he could wrap his arms around this man that he loved, stroking and caressing him gently while they resumed kissing each other and Daniel’s cock continued its slow and easy slides in and out of Laszlo’s ass. “Laszlo… Laszlo… all my life… I never knew it could be like this. I never knew….” “Daniel… I’m ready… ready to cum. I need you to fuck me hard now, fuck the cum out of me so we can cum right together.” Daniel began to speed up his strokes at last, gradually working his way up to full speed. His hips rose and fell in short, sharp movements as he continued to hold Laszlo close to him, his hands gripping Laszlo’s body firmly as they remained joined together. It took only a minute of this sudden burst of energy. Daniel began grunting, then gasping for air, then chanting, “Fuck… fuck… fuck… cumming… cumming…!” Laszlo could feel that dick getting even thicker inside himself, the head bumping against his prostate, sending thrills and chills through him, and his own dick swelling up too. “Give it to me… give it to me… cum inside me.” And Daniel came. Slamming down into Laszlo with a final series of brutal thrusts, his cock exploding and forcing out cream at every thrust, and that final vigorous action triggered Laszlo, setting his fire ablaze and causing his dick to squeeze out an immense load of seed that spread between their bodies as they joined themselves together forever. Gradually, Daniel’s thrusts slowed to a halt, and he lay still, both of them still breathing heavily, their mouths still working on each other. Both their cocks were still rigid, dripping with sperm, one between them, the other inside Laszlo. He loved that feeling of fullness, of Daniel’s long, thick cock deep inside him, and never wanted it to end. But the rest of Laszlo’s body got a vote too, and he finally laughed – and that broke the incredible spell, the loving magic which they had woven together. “I need you to get off me now – dammit, you are one heavy guy now that we’re finished.” “Think I need to go on a diet?” They both laughed, and Daniel started to lift off. But Laszlo stopped him. “Think you can get off me without sliding out? Stay inside me. Maybe fall off to one side and spoon me.” Daniel negotiated the tricky move successfully, and then leaned close and said, “Now, why did you want me to do that?” Laszlo in turn maneuvered himself around until he was lying on his side, his butt pressed back against Daniel’s hips, with Daniel still firmly lodged deeply in his hole. “Because I want to fall asleep with you inside me tonight.” Daniel didn’t laugh. Both of them were drunk on love, high on each other. It was a far more powerful drug than the usual fulfillment of lust which was what they’d both had in their lives up until this night. He snuggled Laszlo closer, one arm thrown over Laszlo’s body, the other serving as a pillow under Laszlo’s head, and then he planted his head on Laszlo’s shoulder where he could whisper right into Laszlo’s ear. “I love you, Laszlo.” The answering murmur, so quiet but so clear, was the last sound he heard as sleep took them both. “I love you, Daniel.”

Working from home today, earlier this morning I had a really good hard fuck with one of my friends. Simon and I have been friends for many years and I discovered to my surprise a few months ago that he's really into risky bareback sex and we've been having a lot of fun ever since. This morning he brought one of his colleagues with him and I sucked them both, rimmed them both and then pulled down my pants and trousers and bent over my desk. Simon held my cheeks apart as his colleague went up me. He gave me a good hard fuck and shot his load up me and then Simon took over and added his load. I've just come out of a Zoom meeting with other managers - love the fact that none of them knew I was sitting there with a really cummy arse.

Been uncontrollably horny lately, and it seemed my recent slutty weekend in Amsterdam didn’t quite satiate me. So called my fixed fuck bud at home. We try to arrange a 3some but alas no luck on a Tuesday with our selection of guys, so we just meet up for a normal fuck. This guys cock doesn’t look spectacular on pictures but it’s amazing. It’s thicker in the middle than front or back which means that as he fucks is opens the hole up in such a hot way. He also has a fat head so gets me off by teasing the ass lips and going in and out. He was driving me wild with the fucking so I got verbal and horny which drove him to a frenzy and he came harder than ever before and bred me with a huge load. I thought that was it but an American daddy tourist couple had been traveling Norway and tapped me 10 days earlier and one of them was online. Turns out they were horny and ready for a fuck so I go right away to their hotel. We start with the usual small talk then kissing and quickly some sucking and testing of holes. The guy could already tell then that I was kinda loose as I hadn’t mentioned having fucked before but didn’t say anything. Then we get on the bed and one of them fucks me from behind as I suck the other one. The one fucking me feels easy to take despite his relatively large cock… and when he pulls out after a few minutes a glob of cum fart goes with it and the smell becomes apparent. Oops. He still doesn’t say anything but instructs me to sit on his husbands cock. I follow his orders right away as he starts fingering from behind while his hubby enjoys the fuck. Then asks “do you like poppers?” I say “I sure do” and he puts them under my nose for a big whiff. Hole loosens up more and he starts to tease with his cock. Lo and behold it goes in (not easily and painful af). But I get so horny so grab the poppers and continue huffing them… a couple of minutes later and it’s less painful. A couple of minutes more and it’s open enough for them to easily fuck. They start an amazing fuck that lasts about 4 minutes before they almost simultaneously cum on each others cocks and into my cummy hole. So hot!

Part 2: The Serum Dose 1: Eli had always been skinny, a fact that he hated. All through high school he’d been the runt. Small and thin, he’d never drawn the attention of a single girl he’d been attracted to. Even after his growth spurt at seventeen he was still just as thin, just as lanky, and just as uncomfortable in his skin. He’d started trying to lift weights when he’d gotten to college. He spent hours in the gym, watched all sorts of YouTube videos on bulking, ate anything he could get his hands on, all to no avail. He was still just as skinny, and in his own, mind deeply unattractive as ever. He was of course wrong, if he’d have just looked around and opened himself to possibilities he would have found plenty of people who were interested in him. It was, however, his inability to do just that that changed his life forever. It was his shortsighted desperation to be the jock he thought he had to be that would lead him to Dr. Marks’ offices. He’d seen a flyer at the school gym pinned up to a notice board over the water fountains. “Paid medical research study: looking for participants to test a new work out supplement. Results may vary, but pervious studied showed marked rapid muscle growth in the majority of participants.” That was all it took to ensnare young Eli. At twenty-one he was just old enough to participate. He nervously read through the stack of papers the guy behind the reception desk had given him. Risk wavers, information about what how often he’d need to come in for assessment, dosage instructions. It was a daunting list. He pushed his wire framed glasses back up his nose and slowly read on. It took almost a half an hour for him to finish the whole stack, but in the end he signed the final page and handed the over stretched clip board back to the receptionist. “Wonderful,” the receptionist had said in a light, lilting voice. It was obvious to Eli this guy was gay but he didn’t think much of it. “I’ll take these back and we’ll see you in just a moment.” He got up from the desk and disappeared through a side door. Eli sat back down looking around the bland unadorned waiting room. After a few minutes the receptionist reappeared, “Come on through, Dr. Marks will see you now.” Eli got up, his hands were shaking a little. He’d never done anything like this before. He followed the man through the door into a narrow hall. It looked like the back of a small doctor’s office. One side of the hall was lined with small exam rooms, each with a desk, an exam table and a couch. The receptionist walked halfway down the hall and showed Eli into a room. “Make yourself comfortable Dr. Marks will be with you in just a minute.” Eli sat down on the couch and waited. There came a knock on the door, and after a brief pause, it opened. A tall man, in his mid-forties with a nicely trimmed beard and graying temples walked in. He smiled a broad toothy smile at Eli and took a seat at the desk. “Alright…” he looked at the clipboard in front of him, “Eli. Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Marks.” He extended his hand to Eli. Eli shook it, feeling himself dwarfed by the man’s stature. “So excited to have you with us. Let me tell you a little bit about the project. I’m working on behalf of a major supplement company, and we are working on a new workout supplement. To tell you the truth this stuff is usually so untested it’s shocking, but we want to have a real scientific backing for this product. We’ve already done one round of trials with pretty promising results. Some refinement had been made to the formula and we’re ready to try it again. “Now, I cannot promise you’ll become the hulk over night, but this product did show marked muscle growth in the vast majority of participants who continued a rigorous workout routine. You’re probably thinking, ‘Dr. Marks that sounds too good to be true, surely there are some terrible side effects.” Well rest assured, as you saw in the literature my receptionist Toby gave you the documented side effects were negligible. Things like an upset stomach or the odd headache. The worst we had in the last trial was someone experiencing some intense gastrointestinal distress that cleared up as soon as the supplement cleared their system.” “How this will work is, my assistant Max will come in and do some measurements, and take some before photos of you. I’ll then a look at them and make sure you’re right for the study and if you are you’ll take your first dose here before you leave. After that you’ll come back every three days for a new dose, and to pick up a check from Toby. You’ll be paid one hundred per visit. So, over the course of the three week trial that’s eight hundred dollars. That all sound reasonable?” “Yeah… uh… I guess so.” “Great! I’ll have Max come in and we can get started. Talk to you soon Eli.” Then Eli was alone in the exam room again. His heart was in his chest. It seemed too much to hope for, but maybe this was it, maybe this was his way to the body he’d always wanted. “Hi there, I’m Max,” the warm voice broke Eli out of his thoughts and back to the present. A man, probably in his mid-thirties, with short dark hair and a five o’clock shadow had strolled into the room. He had a clip board and a digital camera with him. “You must be Eli. Great to meet you, so happy to have you here with us. Now did Dr. Marks explain to you what I’m going to be doing today?” “Kinda.” “Great. So I’m going to ask you some questions about your workout regimen, your history with exercise, get height and weight that sort of things, and then take some before photos of you for our records.” “Ok, cool.” “So, if you’ll strip down to your underpants we’ll get you weighted. Its important that we have a really accurate measurement, we don’t want to skew the data with heavy jeans.” “Right. Of course.” Eli stood up slowly. He’d never loved taking his clothes off in front of people. He glanced at Max and cursed inwardly, even with the cable knit sweater he was wearing it was obvious that Max was a thick muscled man. Still he took a deep breath, and stripped down. He felt awkward standing in the hallway in just his boxers, but Max was fast and he was soon back in the relative safety of the exam room. While taking Eli’s height and weight Max had chattered on asking Eli about how often he worked out, what kind of exercises he did, if he had an accountability system. It was easy to talk to Max, Eli almost didn’t realize he was answering specific questions it just felt like a conversation. “I’ve always been skinny, and unattractive,” Eli was saying standing against a white wall in the exam room. Max kept his mouth shut even though to him the slight twenty-one-year-old, with round wire rimmed glasses and a mop of untidy curls was incredibly attractive. “Alright turn to the side,” Max said, admiring Eli’s smooth chest and enticing treasure trail. He snapped the photo. “One with your arms up please.” Eli raised his arms revealing wildly bushy pits. God, Max thought, how many gay guys would kill for this body. “And turn to face the wall please.” Click. “That’s it. You can get dressed. I’ll go take these over to the Doc, and be back in a jiff.” “Cool…uh… thanks.” “No problem.” Max slid out of the room. Eli got dressed slowly, and then sat down on the couch again, waiting. Max returned after a few minutes with a plastic cup in hand. “Alright,” he said, “here is your first dose. It doesn’t taste great, they’re still working on flavoring, so I recommend trying to down it in one.” He handed Eli the plastic cup. Inside was a bright blue liquid, it looked almost like Gatorade, but had the smell of Monster. He gulped, and took a deep breath. Trying not to sniff the strange concoction Eli brought the cup to his mouth and knocked it back. He coughed a little, some of the foul tasting liquid splashing onto his tongue. “Good job, some guys choke the first time. Alright, so that’s that for today, you’ll see Tody on the way out to schedule your next visit in three days time and we’ll see you then.” Dose 2: The next three days were uneventful for Eli, if a little odd. His drive to work out had been more than ever before. He’d found himself at the gym every day. Chest one day, legs the next, then a full day of back. He’d never worked out so hard in his life. He also found that he was hornier than he’d ever been before. Every day when he’d get back to his room after working out before he showered or anything he’d strip down and start rubbing his throbbing cock. Yet jerking off three times a day, didn’t really satisfy him. He was still horny all the time. He showed up early to his appointment at Dr. Marks’, and spent a tense five minutes sitting in the waiting room. He couldn’t be sure but he felt like Toby the receptionist was keeping a close eye on him. When he finally went back to the exam room it was Max who met him not Dr. Marks. “These dosage appointments are pretty simple. I’ll weigh you, take the same set of photos we did last time, give you your does and you set up your next appointment. Easy peasy, should take fifteen twenty minutes if you don’t need to talk about anything. Which, if you do please of course speak up.” “Well…um… its been good so far. I’ve had so much energy for working out. Its…um… well… it’s also made me super… well super horny. Like I just jerk off all the time.” Max gave a chuckle, “yeah a few guys reported that last time too. Not sure why. They all leveled out after a week or so, nothing to be worried about I don’t think.” “Oh, ok cool.” “So strip off and we’ll get you on your way.” Max smiled to himself as Eli took off his shirt. Eli hadn’t noticed it yet but his chest was already starting to fill out. His pecs now pressed forward from his narrow frame, his nipples poking out. He also now had a few wisps of hair on his formerly smooth chest. He took Eli’s weight, up ten pounds from last week, but he kept that information to himself for now. Then snapped his pictured. Fifteen minutes later Eli was getting dressed and Max was mixing up his next dose. Dose 3: Looking at himself in the mirror naked Eli couldn’t believe what he saw. It had only been a week since he’d started the supplement trial and (though he thought he was probably imagining it) he could already see a change. His pecs look firmer, bigger. For the first time in his life they protruded away from his ribs. His arms felt bigger too, there was some meat to his biceps and a broad vein had appeared running down from his shoulders. His legs felt thick, and when he flexed he saw to sharp muscles appear above each knee cap. There were other changes too, and these he knew he couldn’t be imagining. One was his scent. Over the past few days he’d noticed his sweat had a much stronger odor after he worked out. It wasn’t bad, in fact he kind of liked it. It was an almost intoxicating scent. It was like a physical marker of the workout he’d just finished. If he was completely honest with himself, it turned him on. He rationalized all of that away though saying that eating or drinking different foods could change your scent so surely that was just how the work out supplement made you smell. The other change, however, couldn’t really be explained away. He was growing hair. He had always been pretty smooth except for an ample bush around the base of his dick, and a thick but narrow treasure trail that climbed up a few inches above his belly button. Yet ever since he started taking the supplement he’d noticed a new patch of hair growing in the middle of his chest. As he ran his hands over his swelling muscles he felt the new hairs twisting around his fingers. At first it had just been two or three, now it was an obvious patch stretching from the peak of his ribs to the bottom of his neck. Looking closely he saw that a few more hairs had started to sprout across his chest too, stretching out towards his nipples. It wasn’t just on his chest either, his legs hair looked denser, his pits seemed to be more bushy. He turned to look at his ass in the mirror, here too, where he had one been quite smooth, dark hair started to swirl across his skin. Was this some side effect of the supplement, or was he experiencing a rapid on set much delayed second round of puberty? He took a step back and looked at himself. Not perfect yet, he thought, but it’s a start. He ran his hands down his chest to the base of his dick. He’d been hard since he’d gotten home from the gym. He seemed to be at least semi hard almost all the time now. It was probably just the extra testosterone in his system from working out so much, he thought. He spat into his palm and slid his hand along his thick shaft. One part of his body he’d never been embarrassed by was his dick. Long and thick, with a pulsing vein running the length of the shaft, Eli knew it was impressive. He raised his other hand behind his head and turned to sniff his ripe pit. The smell made his cock throb, and he started to stroke. He looked at himself in the mirror as he jerked off, admiring his changing body. His breathing quickened and his butt clenched. His balls pulled up to his shaft and long ribbons of cum erupted from Eli’s wide blunt mushroom head, spattering across the floor and mirror. He looked at his load dripping down the mirror. On an impulse he did something he’d never done before; he dipped a finger into the sticky syrup and brought it to his mouth. It was sweeter than he’d thought it would be, but salty too. It tasted good. He grabbed a towel and wiped up the rest of his mess before going to get in the shower. --- “Well it looks like you’re already making some progress,” Max said and Eli took his shirt off. “You think so?” “Yeah, absolutely, very promising. Very exciting. Your pecs seem to be growing, possibly arms and legs too. Look like your butt has seen some growth as well.” “Thanks! I’m uh… I’m feeling good.” “That’s amazing. Just over there against the wall as usual. I’ll start taking the photos.” “Great.” Eli, now only in his underwear, walked over and stood in front of the blank white wall. “Face front. How has everything else been? Any changes in mood, or other things happening with your body to note?” “Well. I’m still horny as fuck,” Eli said with a laugh. Being told he was making progress on his muscles had made he feel confident. He was feeling bold. “Really? Are you masturbating or with partners?” “Just Jerking off, but every time I come home from the gym I’m throbbing. Like I have to jerk off right away. But even when I do its maybe four or five hours before I’m raring to go again.” “That is fascinating, and not a result we’ve seen before. It could just be chemicals your body is producing from all of the working out you’ve been doing. The supplement gives you more energy so you work out harder than normal so that could have something to do with it. Turn to the side please” “Sure… sure.” Eli hadn’t noticed, but this talk about jerking off had gotten him slightly aroused and his cock was now semi hard and pressing against the thin material of his boxers. Max, however, noticed right away and made a mental note to tell Dr. Marks about this new development. “Anything else new?” “Yeah actually, is this stuff supposed to make you grow hair?” “What like ‘this stuff’ll put hair on your chest?’” “Yeah, I guess so. Its just… I’ve noticed I’m getting hairier, like body hair wise. I have this patch on my chest that I absolutely did not have a week ago.” “I would guess that you probably had some of that before you started the supplement and you’re just much more aware of changes in your body because you’re watching for them. I’ll write it down though for sure, and talk to Dr. Marks about it.” “Where is Dr. Marks by the way?” “Oh, he’s over seeing another study down the hall. We divide up who does the lion share for each study. So he’s with those guys most of the time and I’m with you.” “Right. That makes sense.” “Turn to face the wall please, any other changes I should note? Seriously tell me anything that’s happened even if you feel like it doesn’t matter. We want all the data we can collect.” “I smell different.” “Smell different?” “Like my sweat, after a workout. Its got this much stronger scent.” “Is it bad?” “No… not exactly. It… its… um… its kinda good actually. Strong but good. I keep…” “Go on.” “I keep smelling myself while I jerk off when I get back from the gym.” “Your own sweat scent is turning you on?” “Yeah…” “Interesting. I’ll make a note, but might just be something you’re learning about yourself. Alright, I think that’s it on my end. Anything else you’d like to report?” “No… that was all of it.” “Great. I’ll get your next dose and you can see Toby on the way out for your check.” “Thank Max.” “Don’t mention it.” Dose 4: Eli’s cock twitched as the stench of the gym locker room hit his nostrils. It was becoming a regular occurrence now. Ever since his third dose of the workout supplement, it wasn’t just his own scent that turned him on it was the scent of men, of sweat, of working out. The masculine pheromone that pervaded the air in the locker room make him leak. He tried to cover up his erection as he moved to his locker to get his things. He tied to brush off his body’s new reaction to man scent as just natural reaction to a chemical his body was releasing from all his workouts. He didn’t want to considered that perhaps there was something more at play here. The results from the supplement were too good. It had been just less than two weeks since his first does and the results were amazing. His clothes were starting to feel tight. When he looked at himself after getting dressed he could see his chest pressing against the fabric of his shirts, his sleeves strained around his arms now. His always flat stomach had started to show the lines of a six pack. His butt had started to become two firm mounds of muscle, and his legs fought against the fabric of his pants. He grabbed the stuff from his gym locker and hurried home with only one thing on his mind. As soon as the door to his room closed behind him he dropped his gym bag and stripped off. His hands roamed across his rapidly changing body. He looked at himself in the mirror. Not only were his muscles growing but the patch of hair in the middle of his chest now swirled over his pecs. His nipples which had always been small and inert now stood proud of his chest and sent shivers through his body when touched. Looking at himself naked in the mirror he put both hands behind his head and took a long huff of each of his pits. His dick twitched, and a drop of precum oozed from the tip. “Fuck,” he moaned to himself. Eli fell back onto his bed, feeling his sweat slicked body. He rubbed at his cock, fondled his balls, and then did something new. He flicked his fingers across his taint and felt his own hole. The sudden new sensation forced an involuntary moan from Eli’s lips. His fingers danced around, feeling the lips of his tight pucker. It felt good. He was shocked, he had never considered his ass a source of please before. Yet now, reveling in his rapidly changing body, everything felt good. He rubbed his hole with one hand, moving his fingers in a circular motion around the edge of his ring, and jerked his cock furiously with the other. It didn’t take long. He was in a state. He’d been in a state for days. Even after he came his arousal was only lessened not dissipated. Even if this was the best orgasm in his life, in a few hours he’d be so horny he’d be humping the bed again. He pressed his fingers against his hole, feeling the hair that now grew there. It all felt so good. His cock twitched, and his hole puckered. He felt his balls retract and cum shot high into the air. It rained down on Eli’s heaving torso. He lay there, panting, covered in his own load for a few moments. He still had one hand wrapped around his cock, and another pressed against his hole. After a minute, when his breathing calmed down he relaxed his grip. He licked his lips, and tasted the cum that had landed there. With the hand that had just been playing with his hole he scooped more of his load off his stomach and lapped it up hungrily. This had become his new ritual. Each load he shot he’d scoop up and swallow it down. It tasted good, and it made him feel something. It unlocked something in his mind that he didn’t yet understand. He wiped the last of his load off his torso with a towel and then made to get in the shower before changing his mind. He liked how he smelled, he liked the feeling of his load on his skin. Instead of showering he just got dressed, pulling some boxers, a pair of jeans and a tank top. Then he headed off to Dr. Marks offices for his fourth appointment. --- “Alright Eli how are you today?” Max said coming into the room. “Doing great. Had an amazing workout this morning,” he flexed playfully. Max smiled, “Did you come here right from the gym?” “No, I was there a couple hours ago. Why?” “You’re still all sweaty,” there was something mysterious that Eli didn’t quite understand in Max’s eyes. “Oh… I…uh… I decided not to shower. I…” “Still enjoying your own scent?” “Yeah. Its funny its not just mine, and stop me if this is TMI, but its like… it’s the scent of sweat now. Like I get hard just smelling the locker room at the gym. As soon as I walk in, bam, I’m hard.” “Theres no such thing as TMI here, anything could be relevant to the study. That’s fascinating though. Have you ever had anything like that before, or maybe any interest in guys?” “No, I’m… I’m straight… its not about being into guys…” Eli said confidently, but he wondered now if that was entirely true. Lately he’d found himself looking more at the guys at the gym. Not just admiring their physique and wishing he could be like them, but wanting touch them, to smell them. He’d caught himself steeling glances at guys in the locker room as they were changing, looking at the bulges in their shorts. Even now his eyes darted across Max’s body, taking in for the first time how broad Max was and how his shirt sleeves strained around his biceps. He wondered what Max would look like naked, what was his dick like? “No. I think it’s probably all the hormones in my body. I’m still just so damn horny all the time.” Eli added to change the subject. “Still just masturbating?” “Yeah. Five, maybe six times a day now. Always after the gym while I’m still sweaty and ripe. It feels so good. I’ve started…” he paused, did he want to share this with Max? He did, he felt like he needed to tell Max, “I’ve started eating my loads too after I cum.” “Really? Is that something you’ve done before?” “No, just in like the last week. I cum all over myself and then I lick it up.” “Wow. Well it sounds like you’re really enjoying your changing body.” Max crossed his legs in his chair. “Yeah. Everything just feels so good. Like all the sensations are heightened.” “You’re just reveling in feeling good. How about we get your progress photos done and get you your next dose.” “Yes please.” Eli practically jumped up and stripped off. He was half hard again Max noticed and he had to resist licking his lips. It wasn’t time yet. Dose 5: Eli lay on his bed covered in cum. He’d slot three loads in rapid succession and still hadn’t come down from his high. He scooped cum from the puddle in the middle of his stomach and licked it hungrily. Groaning he took three fingers from his hole and dropped his head back onto the pillow. What was he doing, he thought? He ought to feel conflicted, some corner of his mind nagged, but he just didn’t it all felt so good. He looked at his computer still playing his new favorite kind of porn. A beefy guy was sprawled out on a bed with his legs in the air while a long thick dildo slid in and out of his hole. Eli told himself that it was just the allure of seeing another man experiencing the same pleasure he was getting from anal that turned him on not the man himself, but that wasn’t strictly true anymore. At the gym Eli more and more was looking at the men around him with lust. The smell of the locker room made his cock leak, and in the last few days, his hole twitch. He pushed all that aside though. He was just admiring their bodies, thinking about the physique he wanted. That didn’t explain why he’d started wondering what their dicks might look like or noticing the bulges in their gym shorts. Perhaps if he hadn’t finally been seeing the changes in his body he had always wanted Eli would have asked more questions, would have thought critically about the change he was feeling. Maybe he would have wondered if it was all connected. But, he didn’t. He loved feeling his new muscles, looking at himself in the mirror. He felt like a man, he felt good. His body felt electric. His mind buzzed every time he touched himself. He felt consumed by his transformation and his own body. He no longer wore clothes in his room, he stripped at the door and reveled in himself. Yesterday he’d gone and bought new pants and underwear. All of his old things were becoming too tight. He liked the tightness of his shirts, his muscles pressing against the fabric making him look even more bulky than he was, but his pants had become too tight to button. As he’d strolled the underwear aisle he’d thought, why stick to the same old concealing boxers he’d always worn. Instead he grabbed two packs of briefs. He liked how he looked at them. His thick furry legs sticking out from the white fabric that barely held back his thick, almost constantly leaking cock. He was excited to get to Dr. Marks office and show Max his progress. Eli liked Max, he was easy to talk to. It felt like they had a bond. Plus, Eli felt this growing need to impress Max. Maybe it was the praise Max gave him each visit for all his hard work, maybe it was that Eli felt like Max had become his friend. Whichever it was, Eli craved that praise. His body was practically vibrating as he sat waiting for Max to enter the exam room. He’d dressed in a tight tank top that showed off his pecs (and let him smell himself constantly), a new pair of jeans, and his brand-new white briefs. “Hello, hello. How are you today Eli!” Max said cheerily entering the room. “I’m good!” Eli said, a big goofy smile erupting on his face at the sight of Max. “Glad to hear it. How have you been the last few days… wow… you are really bulking up.” Max said, getting momentarily distracted by Eli’s arms. In not even three weeks Eli had been transformed. His twiggy arms now sported ropey muscles that twitched and flexed as he moved his fingers. Hair swirled across his forearms, and even with is arms down at his sides Max could see a massive bush escaping from Eli’s pits. His chest had almost doubled in size and his back was expanding. Eli no longer had a rail thin column shape, but a strong v shaped torso. Even his neck had thickened, his face filling out. Max’s own cock gave a twitch looking at his subject. “Yeah. This stuff is crazy. I’ve literally never been able to bulk up, and now…” he flexed his meaty arms. “I feel fucking great.” “That’s good! Really good.” “I had to buy new clothes, they were all getting too tight. Well I bought new pants and underwear. I like my shirts tight now.” “I’m sure you do. Better to show off your new body.” “Exactly. It feels good to have a body I want to show off.” “I’m really happy for you. That’s fantastic. Have you experienced any other shifts?” “I mean my sex drive is still crazy high. I’ve been jerking off even more. I think I’m up to seven times a day.” “Wow. Are you experiencing any issues with chafing or fatigue?” “No… I’m not just… well…” he paused and looked at Max’s open trustworthy face and continued, “I’ve started exploring some other stuff.” “Like what?” “The other day I was jerking off, and I was playing with my balls, and I don’t know what inspired me but I started touching my hole. My asshole. It felt so good that I kept rubbing it. That was actually right before I came here last time. I shot this huge load all over myself and came here with some of it still on me.” “I remember. Has your anal play increased since then?” “Yeah. It feels like… it feels like every day my hole gets more sensitive, like it feels better and better to play with. I started fingering myself like two days ago. First it was one finger, then two, this morning I came with three fingers in my ass. Truly I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Its like the cum was just exploding from me. I was a completely covered in it.” Subconsciously Eli ran a hand over his torso, lingering on one of his nipples. He bit his lip, his eyes closing for a second before continuing. “My whole body feels electric. Everything feels good.” “Good. That’s great to hear. It seems like the supplement really agrees with you.” “I think so,” Eli flexed his arms again, grinning at Max. “I want to encourage you as we continue with the test to do what feels good, follow your impulses. If anal play feels good explore that. Have you considered something more than just manual stimulation?” “What do you mean?” “Toys or something more than just your own fingers.” “Truthfully?” “I said there’s no such thing as TMI here.” “True, true. Ok. For the last two days the only porn I’ve watched is guys using toy on themselves.” “Guys?” “Yeah. Its… well its closer to what I’m doing so its hotter. I was watching girls with toys but I didn’t… I didn’t seem myself in those videos right. Like I’m a guy so watching another guy play with his ass while I played with mine…” “Nope, makes total sense. So, has watching them play with toys inspired you at all?” “I… I haven’t done anything yet, but… After I came this morning I the porn was still playing. This jock was bouncing on a really fat black dildo and I thought that it looked like fun. I was thinking…” he paused, unsure if he was ready to voice this thought and then pressed on, “I was thinking I would go find a sex shop after this and buy a toy.” “Very interesting. Its fascinating that your new found confidence in your body is leading to you finding pleasure in new ways, exploring new parts of yourself.” “Yeah. I guess. I didn’t really think about it like that… I haven’t really been thinking about it at all. I’ve just been doing what feels good.” “That’s perfect Eli. That’s exactly what you should be doing. If it feels good, keep going. Explore what brings you pleasure. Let your body guide you. Don’t over think things.” “Yeah. Exactly.” “How about we take your progress pics now.” “OK!” Eli jumped up and stripped down to his straining briefs. He was hard as a rock now, and his leaking cock head was creating a wet spot in the thin fabric. Max’s eyes roved over Eli’s new body, taking in the plump muscles, the new patches of dark body hair, and the little dots of dried cum clinging to him. It was almost time. Dose 6: Eli skipped class for the rest of the week. It didn’t feel important. He just alternated between trips to the gym and masturbating in his room. Right after his last dose of the workout supplement with Max, Eli had rushed out of Dr. Marks offices and driven to the nearest sex shop. He’d never been to a place like this before, and he felt nervous but also excited. He parked off to the side, and with his shoulders back, his newly grown pecs thrust forward, he marched inside. Sitting behind the checkout counter was a big hulk of a man. He had a bald head, and thick beard. His septum was pierced with a thick ring that made him look like a bull. He wore an open leather vest over a thin white tank top. Muscles and hair both spilled from inside his clothes. Eli’s mouth went dry, but his cock became instantly hard. He looked at the man, thick, muscular and hairy. He told himself that he was looking because that was the sort of man he wanted to be. He told himself it was just aesthetic appreciations, but that was a lie. He knew it too, in the back of his mind he knew it. As his confidence in his body grew, so did his pleasure in his own body, and so did his attraction to other men. “Looking for something kid?” The man said in a rough voice. “Yeah… uh…” Eli faltered under the man’s gaze. “Yeah. I’m looking for a,” he dropped his voice almost to a whisper, “a dildo.” “A what? Speak up.” There was something in the man’s tone that made Eli want to obey. “I’m looking for a dildo,” he said in a strong clear voice. His confidence soared. “Over on the far wall,” the man pointed a thick finger towards the back of the store, “shout if you need recommendations. Oh, and there’s no refunds if your eyes are bigger than your hole.” Eli found himself confronted with a plethora of choices at the back of the store. For a moment he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of things that people could put inside themselves. He wandered back and forth looking at things, picking them up and then putting them back down again, unsure of where to begin. “First time?” The man had reappeared. “Yeah. I’ve never bought a dildo before.” “So, are you looking for something small to start?” Eli’s mind went to the men he’d watch online sitting on big fat toys. They hadn’t been riding some little starter dick. That wasn’t what he wanted either. He wanted to feel himself stretched, to revel in his new body as he opened up. “No… definitely not looking for small.” “Alright then start with this.” He pulled a package down off the shelf. Beneath the clear plastic was an eight inch long, two inch thick black silicone dildo. Besides being made of black plastic it wasn’t dissimilar from Eli’s on did. “Its perfect.” “Here, you’ll need lube too kid.” The clerk handed Eli a large bottle of lube. Eli had raced home with his new prize. As soon as his door closed behind him he ripped off his clothes leaving them in a heap by the door. He dashed over to his computer and opened his new porn Twitter. There were no women on this version of his porn Twitter, just men riding toys. Occasionally one a video would pop up with a man being fucked by another guy, Eli tried to pretend those didn’t excite him too. He found the profile he was looking for and started playing a video as he unpacked his new toy. He set a towel down on the floor, and put his new dildo in the middle of it. He smeared lube over the head, and then on his hole. His lips felt puffy, swollen even. As his body was growing so was his hole. He hadn’t really noticed it at first, but the more he played with his hole the puffier it seemed to get. He easily slid a finger in, moaning. Squatting over the head of the dildo, his heart pounding with nerves and excitement he started another video captioned ‘Sloppy breedable cunt,” and tried to pretend that the referring to a guy’s asshole as a cunt didn’t excite him too. As the guy on the screen lowered himself onto a dildo twice the size of Eli’s he lined himself up, and pushed back. At first it felt impossible. His hole was still too tight, but then something started to give. The rounded head of the toy started to spread his ass, and very very slowly it slid inside. Eli’s whole body was shaking. It was like his hole had been electrified. Jolts of pleasure shot through his body as each lump and couture of the plastic cock made its way into his ass. “Oh my god. Oh fuck yes. Holy shit.” Eli groaned to himself. “This feels so fucking good.” He couldn’t believe it when his ass touched the towel beneath him. He’d taken the whole thing. Eight inches of plastic cock were now inside him. His balls rested on the sculpted balls of the dildo. His entire body was shaking, he felt short of breath. It felt so good. He’d never imagined anything could feel this good. He’d thought it would be similar to his fingers but no. This was magic. It felt like he’d found a part of himself that had been missing. He started to ride the dildo bouncing up and down. He slammed himself back trashing his hole. “Oh fuck yeah. Its so fucking good.” Without warning a jolt like an electric shock rocketed through Eli and looking down he watched in shock as cum started to spurt from his cock without him even touching it. He rode the climax before collapsing on the ground, impaling himself completely on the dildo once more. He’d road the dildo twice more that night, fucking another massive load out of himself before passing out naked, sweaty, and covered in cum. The next day he’d woken up and go to the gym without showering. He smelled of sex, and he loved it. As soon as he was back from the gym he’d gotten naked, lubed up his ass and sat down firmly on his new dildo. He’d spent the whole day alternating between fingering his quickly welling ass lips, and riding the dildo. It had been difficult to stop even for his evening work out. The next day went almost exactly the same. Eli had fucked himself into a stupor by the time he made it to Dr. Marks three days later. He came straight from the gym having woken up late after riding his dildo well into the night. He didn’t even have time to jerk off before his appointment and his mind was almost consumed with thoughts of lust. “Hi Eli, how are you.” “Good,” Eli smiled a sloppy smile. “How have the last three day been?” “Honestly wild. I took your advice.” “My advice.” “Yeah, to just do what feels good. I went to a sex shop right after I left here last time and bought this amazing dildo. I’ve been riding it every day since.” “Really? How has that been?” “It’s so intense. It feels amazing. My body feels amazing while I’m riding it too. The first time I fucked myself with it I came without even touching myself. It was so hot. I felt so sexy.” Maybe coming straight from the gym was a mistake Eli thought, he was so wound up that his horny thoughts were just pouring out of him. “It made you feel sexy?” “Yeah. Cumming without touching myself… it felt… hot and… and slutty.” “Slutty? That’s a new one from you. Is that a feeling you enjoyed?” “Yes! I cant tell you how good it was. I ended up fucking myself two more times that night. Then the last two days I couldn’t even be bothered going class I just went to the gym, came home and started playing with my hole.” “Would you say your focus has moved away from your penis?” “I…” Eli paused, he hadn’t thought about it like that, “I guess. I mean playing with my cock still feels good but the subversives, the [banned word] of playing with my c…” “With your what Eli?” “Playing with my cunt. Its just too perfect.” “Interesting choice of words. Is that how you feel about your hole? That it’s a cunt?” “Not yet. Im still too tight. I’ve been watching all these guys who take these massive dildos, and… and fists and its such a fucking turn on. Their holes are wrecked.” “And you want to wreck yours?” “It feels too good to not!” “Now what about women, have they played into your fantasies at all? Have you thought about having a woman fist you or play with your hole?” “Um… no… I’ve… I think…” a mental block rose and then quickly crumbled in Eli’s mind overwhelmed by his horniness and the pleasures he’d recently discovered, “I think I want a guy to use my hole. I think I might want a guy to fuck me.” “Fascinating. Have you made any plans to do anything about that? Are there any guys you have in mind that you’d like to experiment with?” Eli looked at Max, imagining him naked. His eyes drifted down to Max’s crotch and his undeniable bulge. Then he heard the voice of the clerk at the sex shop saying as he left, “Come back when you need and upgrade, or the real thing.” “It feels crazy and super slutty,” Eli said, “But the clerk at the sex shop. He said to come back when I wanted to size up or… or when I wanted the real thing.” “You said you liked feeling slutty. I’ll tell you again what I said last week. If it feels right, go for it. Don’t stop yourself, do what your body is telling you. If your body is telling you to go hook up with this guy, then… you should.” “Yeah… maybe. Maybe you’re right.” “Don’t think too hard about it. Now, what do you say we do your progress pics and then get you your next dose.” “Fuck yeah!” Eli was stripped down to his underwear in a flash. His dick wasn’t hard this time but the entire front of his briefs was soaked with precum to the point of being transparent. Eli didn’t care anymore thought, he made no effort to cover himself as he walked over to the white wall and grinned back at Max taking pictures. Max was in awe, it was all working better than they had imagined. Eli had doubled in size. He had broad rounded shoulders, thick veiny arms. His pecs rippled as he moved. He no longer had a six pack but a thick mass of muscle making him look broad and powerful. His chest was now covered in hair and his treasure trail had expanded across his abdomen. He had big sturdy tree trunk legs and a powerful bubble butt. He didn’t know it but he’d become the man he’d always hoped to be… but he was no longer the same. Dose 7: Immediately following his last dose Eli had rushed home and practically jumped onto his dildo. Not having time to jerk off after his work out had made him even more desperate for release, and now that he had another dose of the workout supplement working through his system he was practically in heat. For the first time in his life, with his dildo firmly planted in his hole, Eli started to watch gay porn. Not just men playing with their asses or being fucked by toys. He was watching men be fucked. He stopped on every video he came across on Twitter that showed a dick entering a man’s hole. The bigger the dick and the sloppier the hole the better. The young straight boy who’d wanted to bulk up to impress girls was gone, Eli was a muscle lunk with a hungry hole. His eyes rolled back as he bottomed out on the dildo again and again, forcing little whimpers and moans from his mouth. As he worked himself to climax he closed his eyes. He imagined what it would be like if he wasn’t the one in control. What if someone was doing this to him. As cum started to pour from his semi hard dick one image loomed large in Eli’s mind. Max above him, dripping with sweat, pounding his dick into Eli’s eager hole. Eli followed his new routine the two days. He got up. He went to the gym. He came home, got naked and started to play with his hole. After his second work out though the dildo just wasn’t hitting the spot as it had been. Watching the guys on Twitter he thought, maybe I need a bigger toy, this one’s too easy now. He managed to just get himself off that night, but decided in the morning after his workout he’d go back to the sex shop and get a bigger dildo. The next morning Elie finished up his work out, and hormones coursing through his veins headed to the sex shop. There was no point, he figured, going home and trying to get off on a dildo that no longer fulfilled him. No, it was better to go now so he could get off. “You’re back already,” said the clerk as soon as Eli walked in. “Yeah… uh… that first one was good but…” “You’ve already conquered it? Seems like maybe you weren’t as much of a novice as you let on.” “It was my first dildo, I’m just…” Eli searched for the word. “Voracious? Insatiable? Desperate to be filled?” “I guess all of the above.” “My kinda boy. Alright, let’s go find you something that will keep you satisfied.” The clerk headed off towards the back of the store and Eli followed obediently behind. “This is what you got last time,” he pointed to Eli’s last purchase, “This is the next size up in that same style if that’s what you’re looking for.” He handed Eli a package with the 10 inch version inside. “If its girth you’re looking for, you could try this one. Or for length these snakes are amazing. Or, if you’re looking for something to keep you full there’s the plugs. Are you even listening boy?” “What?” Eli had been staring at the man’s bulge so intensely he hadn’t heard a word he said. “Seems like maybe you’re not just looking for a toy. Maybe you’re looking for the real thing. I see you staring at my dick kid.” “Oh… I’m sorry. I…” Eli didn’t know what to say. He’d never been in this situation but if he was honest the man’s words made him weak. His mind was full of images of all the guys he’d watched getting fucked. He saw the ecstasy in their eyes. He saw how good it felt. He thought about how good the dildo felt, surely another human, a man, must feel even better. What would it be like to be fucked? What would it be like to feel another man’s orgasm. Deep inside he knew his choice had already been made. He’d told Max about it at his last appointment. He wanted this man. “You want boy?” “I,” deep breath, and then it all tumbled out, “I thinking about you fucking me.” “I like the honesty boy.” The man stepped forward. Eli could smell him now, a thick manly musk wafted off of his thick powerful body. “I’ll make you a deal: you let me breed that dumb jock cunt of yours and I’ll send you how with any dildo and plug you want.” He’d said the magic words. He’d called Eli a jock, something he’d always longed to be, and called his hole a cunt, his new goal in life. “My hole isn’t a cunt yet,” Eli said brashly, “But I’m sure a new dildo would help me make it one.” “Fucking pig. I love it.” “So… when?” Eli said, grinning. “When? Right the fuck now boy. I’m gonna go lock the front door. Wait here.” He marched off towards the front of the store and Eli’s stomach did a little flip of excitement as he heard the lock turn. He was about to be fucked. In just a few weeks his main wish in life had gone from bulking up to get a girl, to having a trashed cunt full of other men’s spunk. Now he was going to fulfill that wish. “Follow me,” the man said, and lead Eli through a door marked “Employees Only.” It was a small office with just a deck a chair and a few filing cabinets, nothing fancy. A thick odor of man sweat hung in the air, it made Eli feel weak. He felt the same uncontrollable heat he’d felt last week when he’d worked out and gone to his appointment with Max instead of jerking off. He was overwhelmed by his hormones. There wasn’t a thought in his head that wasn’t about sex. “You ever been fucked before boy?” “No… Just that dildo, and my fingers, but I want it so bad.” “You want my big bull cock in your hole?” “Fuck yes.” “You know if I fuck you I’m not going to pull out till your full of my spunk.” “Please fuck me.” “Is that what you want boy? To be full of my cum?” “Yes!” “Say it.” “I want you to breed me. I want your load inside me. I want you to fill me up.” “Good boy. Now strip.” Eli tore his shirt off over his head, tossing it off to the side on the ground. He kicked off his gym shoes and socks. Then finally dropped his workout shorts, and briefs. He was hard as a rock and his cock was already drooling. The man stepped forward, reaching out till his hands grasped Eli’s swollen pecs. His fingers played across Eli’s nipples causing the boy to moan. “Good boy,” the man cooed and he made Eli whimper, twisting his nipples slowly. The man shucked his vest and tank to exposing a broad beefy chest, big round nipples, and a wild bramble of hair. Eli’s mouth watered. “Take my pants off.” Eli’s body was so full of adrenaline that his hands were shaking. He undid the man’s belt, then his jeans. He pushed the zipper down. The man had no underwear on. Eli was immediately greeted by a sprawling bush of pubes, then the base of a wide hard shaft. Finally, the man’s dick sprung free, bouncing up to slap against his stomach. Eli’s hole twitched. The clerk had a broad fat dick with a big blunt looking head. It was almost the same girth all the way down the lengthy shaft. It was perfect. It was instinct that drove what Eli did next. Without a single thought or question he dropped to his knees and swallowed as much as he could of the man’s cock. A little part of him in the back of his mind marveled at what he was doing. It wondered how he had gotten here, what had changed him so completely, but then the little voice vanished. He tasted the man’s precum and that was it, all doubt of what he was doing vanished. This was exactly right. “Fuck yeah boy, get that dick nice and wet for your cunt.” The man growled, twisting his fingers into Eli’s hair. “You’re a good little cock sucker. Damn.” Eli’s throat opened easily. He closed his eyes and relaxed, it was just like knocking back the workout supplement. Once his throat was open the man’s cock slid in easily. Eli buried his nose in the man’s pubes and inhaled. His head spun. It was like a drug. He was intoxicated. The only thing in the world that mattered was this cock. “You keep going like that boy and I’m going to blow down your throat. Fuck, get on the desk. On your back.” Eli did as he was told. He let the man’s cock fall from his mouth. His chin was covered in thick spit and his eyes were watering, but he didn’t bother to wipe any of it away. He climbed up onto the desk, lay flat on his back, and pulled his knees up to his chest. “Good boy. Fuck, will you look at that. You’ve really never been fucked boy?” “No Sir.” Eli replied breathlessly. “Damn that toy’s destroyed you. You’ve already got the hole of a cum dump. Your cunt is gonna feel so fucking good on my cock.” He grabbed Eli’s legs and thrust them even higher forcing his ass into the air. The man spat right onto Eli’s hungry hole, then bend down and shoved his tongue in. Eli groaned, a deep full body groan, the sort that comes out completely involuntarily. The man’s tongue flicked against his quickly blossoming hole. After just a few swipes Eli was open enough that the man’s tongue just slid right in. He lapped around the edges, spat a few more wads of spit onto the boys twitching ass, and then stood up. “Are you ready boy? Ready for your first cock?” “Yes! Please fuck me!” “Say it one more time. What do you want boy?” “I want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. I want your load in me.” “There it is, good boy.” He pressed his cock forward and into Eli’s waiting hole. “Fuck,” Eli moaned as his ass was invaded for the first time in his life. “Fuck its so good. Holy shit. Oh, fuck me!” “Good boy, take that big fat bull dick. Yeah. Take it inside you. That’s it. There you go. You’ve got my hole dick inside you now. How do you feel boy?” “Fucking amazing.” “Are you ready to get fucked?” “Yes! Pound my cunt.” “Not a cunt yet, remember, this is just a boy pussy till it’s been bred.” “Oh fuck!” “Let’s turn this into the cunt you crave.” The man pulled back slowly, till only the tip was inside Eli’s hole, then pressed forward again. Slowly he built up his pace, long dicking Eli till his hole felt like a warm velvet tunnel. Eli’s eyes were half closed, he’d lost himself in the sensations. Fireworks exploded through his body. He was over the moon and completely out of his mind. The man started to buck harder, slamming himself into Eli. The boy took it, grunting and groaning with each thrust. Sweat poured off of both of them, the room stunk of sex. Eli felt like his whole world had shrunk, the only thing in the world that mattered was the dick currently inside his hole. Rough hands pulled at Eli’s nipples as pleasure waves crashed over him. It made him feel like putty in this man’s hands. He was just a object. He had become the sex toy. He really was a dumb jock desperate to get his boy pussy bred. The man dragged Eli along the desk, spinning him till the both would fit on top of it. He pressed Eli’s legs into his muscular chest, and started hammering down into his hole. Sweat dripped from the man’s face onto Eli’s body. One drop landed on his lips and he lapped it up. “Good boy. I’m going to breed you soon. Full you with my seed.” “Yes, please. Breed me.” Eli babbled. “I’m going to turn the boy pussy into a sloppy cunt. Send you home with my load leaking out of you.” “Please Sir. I need it. Please. Please!” “Take my fucking load pig!” The mad slammed his cock down into Eli’s waiting hole and fired off his load. Eli could feel it. A white hot heat spread from the tip of the man’s dick into his guts. He was being bred for the first time and the last pieces fell into place. It wasn’t just the stretch he wanted, it wasn’t enough to have a sloppy cunt. He needed to be bred. He needed seed inside of him. “Thank you, Sir.” Eli said breathlessly, his head falling back against the desk. It took Eli almost fifteen minutes to recover from his first fuck. The man left him lying naked covered in sweat on the desk while he went to go reopen the store. When Eli finally came back out of the office he said, “How do you feel boy?” “Fucking perfect.” “Good. I meant what I said, go pick out a new dildo and a plug. Oh and here,” he tossed Eli a white jockstrap, “A bottom like you shouldn’t be covering your cunt with briefs. Don’t worry, its all on me.” --- Eli was a horny mess as he finished telling Max about his first time. He’d come to his appointment straight from the gym again after spending the rest of the previous day fucking the sex shop clerk’s load deeper into him with his new dildo. “And you let him ejaculate inside you,” Max said. “Yeah…” “How do you feel about that?” “It was so hot. I felt… I felt like the perfect slut. He called me a dumb jock cunt.” “Did you like that?” “Yes! I loved it. It’s all I want to be.” “I’m glad to hear that, because after these next two doses the effects of the serum will be permanent.” “The serum?” “The fact that you haven’t figured it out is a testament to its effectiveness. You haven’t been taking any old workout supplement. You’ve taken six doses so far of our new Himbo Serum.” “What do you mean Himbo Serum?” “I mean just that. Oh, it’s a workout supplement for sure, you’ve put on a ton of muscle mass, but its also done some other things to you as well. Your elevated libido was the first additional effect, followed by the increase in your body hair. Then came your increased anal sensitivity, which lead to your… lets call them explorations. It has also blocked some of your logical reasoning abilities to help you along your journey and make you more suggestable. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea, however, not all of this was the serum. We can’t make you interested in gay sex with a serum. That was in you all along. As was your want to please. You brought those things to the table yourself. So Eli, you have a choice. You take the next two doses of the serum and you’ll be this person forever. You stop taking it now and you’ll go back largely to who you were, though will a little more muscle mass than before. And the memories of how you felt right now, how good it felt to be a dumb jock cunt. Which will it be? Go back to who you were, or stay a horny himbo cum dump?” Max held out Eli’s next dose of the serum and waited. Eli’s mind was buzzing, through the fog of hormones he felt his logical mind grappling with what he’d just been told. He ran a hand across his chest, and felt the muscles rippling beneath his shirt. He inhaled his scent. He thought about how good it felt to stretch his hole around his new dildo. He remembered the heat he’d felt as he’d taken his first load. There was no choice. There was no going back. He didn’t want to be that sad scrawny person again. He wanted to be this person. He wanted to be a himbo, he liked his new life as a jock cunt. He took the cup from Max and swallowed it in one gulp. “Good. I hoped that would be your choice. Now with your consent I’d like to do a little more than just document your muscle growth today.” “Whatever you want Max.” “Strip,” Max said, his voice commanding. Eli stood up and striped down to his underpants. Max smiled. “First boxes, then briefs, and now a jockstrap, the jock cunt progression.” “The guy at the sex shop gave it to me yesterday. He said, ‘bottoms like me shouldn’t cover their holes with briefs’.” “A wise man. Ok now Eli, would you like to show me your cunt?” “I, Max, can I tell you something?” Eli looked serious. “Of course.” “Well, the guy at the sex shop, he wasn’t originally who I had thought might be my first fuck.” “Go on.” “He was just… I went there for a bigger dildo, and then he offered and I just couldn’t resist. It was too tempting. But originally, I had hoped, that maybe, somehow… that maybe somehow you were going to fuck me.” “Oh Eli, sweet Eli. I may not have been the first to fuck you, but I am going to fill you up with my sperm often.” “Really.” “God yes. I’m not going to turn you into this himbo cum pig and then not keep you. After you’ve completed the full treatment you’ll get all the cock and cum you could ever desire here. Now, bend over and show me your cunt.” “Yes Sir!” Eli said excitedly. He spun around and bent over the exam table in front of him. With both hands he reached back and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them open. “Fuck,” Max said and he took of his sweater. “The serum’s done an even better job on your hole than I would have imagined. Look at these pink puffy lips. Fuck. In three weeks, you went from having a tight little virgin asshole to having a fucking trashed cunt. Its amazing.” He spat on his finger and ran it along the rim of Eli’s hole. The boy whimpered and shook his ass at Max. “Please.” He pleaded. “All in good time boy, all in good time.” Max finished taking off his clothes and stood naked in the middle of the room. “Tell me what you want Eli.” “I want you to fuck me.” “Is that all?” “I want your cum inside me. Breed me. Use my jock cunt.” “Good boy.” Max dropped a mouthful of spit into his hand a slathered it on his dick. Eli’s hole winked at him, still slick with lube from the last dildo he’d rode. Max smacked one of Eli’s ass cheeks playfully. The boy moaned. He was lost, he’s given in to being a himbo. Max wondered if Eli had even touched his cock since he’d started playing with dildos. That was a question for next time though, best not to strain his mind too much. The mental changes all had a better chance of sticking if Eli stayed horny and done like. Thought, from what Max could tell, there wasn’t much risk of Eli breaking out of that state any time soon. “Open up boy,” Max said as he pressed his cock inside Eli’s warm hole. “Thank you, Sir,” Eli moaned, laying his head down on the exam table.” The Final Dose: “Hello again Eli,” Max walked into the exam room and closed the door. Eli was sitting on the edge of the couch, his expression hungry. “I can’t wait to hear how the past couple days have been for you, but first,” he presented the now familiar cup to Eli, “your last dose of Himbo Serum. I want you to drink that now so it has a little time to kick in before you meet with Dr. Marks for your final inspection.” “Sure thing.” Eli took the cup and swallowed it down in one. “Perfect,” Max took the cup from Eli and sat down in the desk chair. “So, tell me what’s happened since your last dose.” “Well, after you bred me last time I went back to the sex shop before going home. I was so turned on and your load felt so good in my cunt that I wanted more. I wasn’t sure where else to go. When I got there though there was a different guy at the counter. I was kinda thrown off, I didn’t really know what to do. I went back to look at the toy. Then I heard this voice behind me, ‘Are you that horny jock cunt who keeps coming in for more dildos?’ I turned around and there was the other guy.” “How did you respond?” “I told him the truth. I said, ‘Yeah! That’s me.’ He said his friend had told him about me and offered me the same deal. He’d give me any dildo I wanted if I let him breed me. Honestly, I would have let him fuck me for nothing. I just wanted to get fucked so bad.” “I understand, go on boy.” “He took me into the back, the same little office, and told me to pull down my shorts. He didn’t even bother taking off my jock. He just dropped his pants and stuffed his cock into me. It felt so good. He fucked me for maybe fifteen minutes before he dumped his load into me too. I felt like such a whore with two men’s loads inside me. It was amazing. When we were done he pulled his pants up and I followed him out into the store. He handed me this big silvery orange egg shaped plug and said ‘Your cunt will love this.’ He was fucking right. As soon as I got home I put it in. It felt so good. I went to the gym the next day with it in.” “How did that go?” “Well I couldn’t do squats or anything but it was chest and bis day,” he flexed his now massive arms for Max, “So that was ok.” “Was that your only sexual encounter since you left?” “Well, no. I left me number with the guy at the sex shop, to give to his friend. Well the next day as I was finishing up my evening work out I got this text from a number I didn’t know. It just said ‘come get this cock jock boy,’ and then a picture of that guys cock. We sent a couple more texts and I ended up meeting him at his place. He stripped me naked and had me on my knees sucking him while he relaxed for a while then he pulled me up and had me ride his dick till he blew his load in my cunt.” “How did that feel, servicing him like that?” “Amazing! I liked making him feel good, and in the end I still got filled.” “Good. Good boy. You’re doing great. How do you feel right now?” “Hot Sir.” “Why don’t you take your clothes off and you can tell me the rest of your story.” “Ok!” Eli eagerly stripped down to just his jockstrap and sat back down continuing, “So then the next day, this is two days ago. I went to the gym as usual, came home and was playing with my cunt when I got the urge to get fucked again. I wasn’t really sure how to make that happen so I started looking around the internet. I found this website called Sniffies. It was so cool, it was all these little circles with pictures of cock that were near me. I ended up messaging a couple of guys. This one, who was really close responded first. Turns out he lived just on the other side of campus, a sophomore. So I went over to his place. I think he was a little shocked by how easily I took his dick. He said that most guys struggle, but I had no problem,” Eli grinned proudly. He hadn’t noticed but he’d shifted down the couch as he talked and now had one leg propped up exposing his hole. “Four guys in three days, that’s impressive.” “Well, technically,” Eli said looking very pleased with himself, rubbing his juicy ass lips absent mindedly, “That would have made it four guys in four days, because the first sex shop clerk fucked me the day before my last time here.” “Right you are, I stand corrected, how do you feel Eli?” “Horny as fuck. Its so hot telling you about all the guys who’ve fucked me.” “You’re doing great Eli. So, you took a load from the sophomore, two days ago. Anything happen yesterday?” Eli grinned again, “After my morning workout I got a text from the sex shop guy again. He told me to come by the store he wanted to unload. When I got there, they were both there and they tag teamed me. I had one of them in my mouth while the other one used my hole till the both gave me another hot load.” “Good boy, its good you’re using your mouth too. Any other sexual encounters? I assume you’ve been playing with your toys still.” “Its all I do. If I’m not at the gym or getting fucked I’m riding a dildo or sitting on a plug.” “Good, that’s exactly what you should be doing. How are you feeling?” “I need dick Max. That last dose… holy shit. I need it right now.” “Perfect.” Max stood up and started to take off his own clothes. “I have some good news for you Eli. I told Dr. Marks about your transformation and he was really impressed. He wants to offer you a spot in another continuing program. Would you like that?” “Does it mean getting fucked more?” Max smiled, “Absolutely. Not only will it get you fucked even more, it’ll train you to be the best cum dump you can be.” “Yes please! I want it! Sign me up!” “I thought you might say that. So, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to breed you now.” Max lined up his hard cock with Eli’s hole, and pushed forward. He sank into the warm welcoming guts of Eli’s cunt, and continued, “After I’ve bred you Dr. Marks is going to fuck you, then Toby our receptionist. And once your cunt is full of our cum we’ll take you down to the hypno room and start your programing. How does that sound?” “Amazing! Please fuck me Max. Breed me.” “Good boy.” --- “Welcome to Week One of Bottom Boy Training. You’ve done so well. We are so proud of you. You’ve come so far. You’ve given in. You finally understand the truth, and now you know there is no going back. You are a himbo. You are a dumb jock cunt. You are a slut. You are a whore. You are desperate for cock. All your pleasure comes from you hole. All your pleasure comes from your cunt. Give in, release yourself. “Give yourself over to the pleasure of service. Feel how easy it is to give over control. Its so much simpler. Let yourself go. Your purpose in life is to service men. You are a himbo. You work out, you stretch your cunt, and you service men. Give in to that. Give in to who you are. You are a dumb jock cunt.

I had met a top and the post was worded kinky breeder , toys .. new and kink interested welcome ! so I answered the add and we set up a time . I cleaned out and arrived at his place , we quickly went to his play room , I was stripped, and lead to a sling , my arms and legs cuffed, he began by getting me very hard and edging me , he had me absolutely in heat ! He then got a mask . A gag with a hole in it and asked me if I was ok . I nodded, he began to work my hole , smaller toys and getting bigger ( I have an 11 inch toy so nothing was crazy for me ). Soon he began to ask me if I wanted to get fucked .. I again nodded and my now well opened and slick hole was barely feeling him , he tells me I am so open he needs friction to cum , and then inserts a tunnel plug .. and it was huge , he locked my dick in a cage , and then began to fuck me , he was slow at first .. I was in heaven . My hole was so full , locked and about the most turned on I have been .. as he fucked me he pulled on my nips and I just let go .. in a sling , stuffed, locked and gagged .. enjoying every moment .. he made me into his human flashlight .. before long I felt like I was gonna cum and I did as he destroyed my ass .. soon I could tell he was getting close and dropped his load deep in me .. I did not really feel it ! When he was done he replaced his cock with a dildo and fucked my sloppy hole with that until I came again , he pulled the tunnel plug out and a massive cumload about fell out .. it’s been a few days and my hole Still lose and I want that feeling again !

Done that so many times. 😄

i've been multi-guy bred so many times and it's a high that never gets old for me. Yeah, if you are going at hard like this sexpig does, you are going to be exhausted at the end. Heavy sexual use like that is a physically demanding undertaking, and the longer you are getting used the loose and looser your hole will get as the rectum tires from being pummeled by so much penis. I refer to sex as the ultimate male Pleasure sport and this is why, you have to have endurance to match the appetite. The feeling of each erect penis going inside your ass and fucking you to completion before pulling out and another erection taking it's place to do the same is matched only be the head rush of knowing so many guys are sodomizing and breeding their loads into you and each new top is using the cum from the previous tops as lubricant for their own cocks as they thrust into you to add their own load to the mix. By the end, cum is leaking out of my sloppy ass and I sleep like a baby I am so exhausted and exhilarated at the same time.

Not a porn fan but I would love to play with him. Yummm

This is true for me as well. It's why breeders with the complimentary drive to impregnate deeply in this very way affect me so profoundly. When a man impregnates me past the sigmoid flexure it's a deep submission and his DNA becomes a part of me. For shallower breedings, I've had up to 14 loads from 3 men in a 3 hour session. That was great fun and made my hole feel slick, silky inside, and very supple with all the tension pounded out of it by each breeder. Most recently I took 8 loads in a six hour session from well over a dozen breeders, I was amazed how relaxed and good my hole felt that evening and the next day. No soreness at all. I'm built and wired to retain mens DNA so, except for what escapes on his dick as he pulls out, I keep it all inside me. Even with the large number of cocks I took that evening and the enthusiasm they showed my hole, my hole kept that precious seed inside me.

SO, I am taking a break from writing the "Pozzed in Palm Springs" story, mostly after getting a little burn out, and wanted to try something different. Story is a different style and perhaps a bit more 'tame' but I hope it will still be enjoyed. ============================================ The books are spread to the walls, the papers are cast around the room, and the tattered remains of a night of study and education have fully given way to the sounds of impassioned love between two men. Ajamu drives his fat, coal black cock in deep, burying himself up to his balls in the tight white ass pushing back against him. He moans as the hot walls of the stretched boy pussy massage his aching ebony fuck stick. Beneath him, lying on his back, a young white boy lays gasping, feeling the huge black meat impale deep inside. Ajamu bucks his hips in a slow lazy rhythm, savoring the sensation of working this young white ass. “Good boy Daniel, squeeze me as I claim you.” Ajamu said to the boy, Daniel. Daniel's legs tighten around Ajamu's waist, urging him to fuck faster, but Ajamu is in charge here. He's waited a long time to be inside this smooth, muscled, 18-year-old slut, and he is going to screw this fuckchute as long as he can until he delivers his seed deep into the boys untrained Womb. An act he knows will happen regardless of the possible consequences. Sweat drips from Ajamu’s slick forehead as he twists his hips to corkscrew his ebony Baby Maker into Daniel's boycunt. Watching his long, very veiny cock slide smoothly in and out, His mind is on fire with lust, desire, hunger, and regret. He knows this night of passion will fulfill his needs and the needs of the boy, but it could also change his life forever. Ajamu was a 42 year old tall, lean, but surprisingly well toned African that had emigrated from Gambia. While arriving with high hopes, he had been disappointed by his inability to find a decent job. Trained as a computer systems engineer, he'd had the misfortune to arrive in early 2002, just as the high tech bubble imploded. After months of working nights as a cleaner, he had been happy to take a second part time job as a math tutor to Daniel. Daniel was the younger son of a sportswear manufacturer. He was bright, but undisciplined, and it seemed unlikely that he would gain admission to a prestigious university. Daniel was an only child, and also had only a single parent. His mother had passed away many years ago, and her death had perhaps started his rebellion. His father had put almost all his time into running his business, and so had little time to be their for his son. While he loved Daniel, he felt he could not be the father he needed to be, and so it was decided tutoring was necessary. He remembers their very first lesson. He had gone to Daniel's house, and they had spread the textbooks on the floor of his room, where they sat. The lesson had gone well, and Ajamu could feel early on that this young wealthy American was eager to please him. He would listen, respond, and Ajamu could tell he was much smarter than perhaps he let his parents believe. All throughout that first lesson, Daniel could be seen stealing glances. At the end Daniel announced he wanted to show something. He went into the bathroom that adjoined his room, and returned stripped down to a pair of silky red sports briefs. "So, what do you think?", he had asked, turning around in different poses. Daniel was someone who was very attractive, and knew it. His father was of Irish descent, his mother Filipino. From his father he had inherited curly red hair and light creamy skin; from his mother, delicate features, smooth skin, and brown eyes with just a hint of her almond-shaped eyes. He was active in sports, and his body was well-toned. Ajamu saw all of this at a glance. He also saw how the low-cut briefs showed the pale untanned skin and thick, curly hair of the topmost swath of Daniel's pubes, and how the briefs accentuated the round curves of his young ass, and how the impression of his semi-rigid cock was pressed in relief against the crotch of his briefs. Ajamu felt a growing sense of discomfiture which was swelling as fast as his cock in his jeans. "It's one of the designs my Dad makes. You like it?", Daniel prompted. Ajamu grimly nodded. "Here, for you - you'll look great", Daniel said, and threw Ajamu a new box of the briefs. And with that strange exchange, the first lesson was over.

I agree! Best probably is a good rimming and being fucked then! It always makes me explode in the hole I’m in!

Ditto this. Also depends on the Tops Cock length and whether He is seeding me past the 'second hole' (the sigmoid curve). For me, once it gets past that curve, it's not gonna come back out or "leak." If it doesn't get past that curve, even if i sleep with the cum inside of me over night, it comes back out eventually. my sense is, if it gets past the curve, i absorb the seed and am impregnated by Him... which "feels" awesome. For me though, it's not all about the cum. Don't get me wrong, i love and crave a Mans seed inside of me... i'm one of those guys who doesn't hesitate to empty a found condom into my hole. But when it comes to fucking? The dynamic meeting mutual need/desire is trump for me and that is more expressed in receiving a Tops pleasure and orgasm into me than the actual evidence of that (i.e., His cum). p.s. no matter how deeply i've been bred, i always clench and try to retain every drop... i don't want it to leak out

I love tops like you, would love to play with you and your sleazy fucking mind! There are too few of horny cum loving tops, the tops really into cumplay. As a cumslut myself I don't want cum for my own enjoyment. I want cum for the play, the feeling of doing such a nasty intimate thing together with my top. It's the act of sharing it, the idea of using the sperm of random men for our pleasure together. So if the tops gives me cum cause I like it it's great. But if he gives me cum cause he loves to play with it it's amazing! 😈🐽

Nice to see my 6 year old thread dug up, Things have not changed for me, only got worse I would say. I still suck off random cocks any chance I get, alot off Grindr, and alot more homeless cocks now. Last year I found out about a homeless encampment in my town, I ended up going there several nights a week. Got to the point they all knew why i was there, and would just goto our "spot" and line up soon as they saw me there. There was 6 or 7 i was sucking off a few nights a week. 2 of them, one a big black man, started fucking me on a regular basis also. City ended up running them all off and clearing out the encampment. I was SO bummed. I miss those men feeding me their dirty dicks.

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💯 agree, the intimacy of raw dick deep,in my ass or when I am topping, me deep in the bottom’s ass is just so special, especially when your looking into each others eyes as your breeding or being bred 🐷

I’ve gotten as many as 15 loads in one day and it’s amazing. Physically, it feels very wet. After the first load, you won’t be needing lube. That added wetness makes the fucking extremely comfortable even with larger cocks. Psychologically, it’s such a mind trip. At some point, you will pause and say “damn… I’ve got sperm from 10 different men inside me.” It’s at that point where you’ll become insatiable and as long as your hole is holding up (not getting sore/irritated, etc), you’ll just be wanting more and more. Completely insatiable. Once I have 10 loads in me, I swear I could take 100 more.

Totally hot Daddy! [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/40252/gloved-up-and-ready-for-anon-breeding/

Love rimming a leaking hole, and love being rimmed as I fuck arse!

I’m loving that this thread is giving us all these gorgeous views of cocks of real men at real, normal size, and not just filling up as a gallery of all the guys of unusual size. I’m sure that if fewer of our guys felt some kind of pointless embarrassment over their perfectly perfect normal average size we would see even more mouthwatering and ass-wetting samples. Hint, hint.

"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.

I now live on the Olympic Peninsula of WA State. There's one adult theatre called Adults Only Bremerton (AOB) that doesn't get as much action as it deserves. But a week or so ago I dropped by an was sitting in the theatre when a guy came in, pulled down his pants and started playing with his cock. Of course, I know what he wanted, so got down on my knees and sucked him for 15 minutes until he let go with the most luscious, thick wad of man cum down my throat. He knew I was a cocksucker was the get-go, most feeder/oral tops I meet usually do. The ones who are there to get great head, not play games or anything else. They're my kinda guys. I plan to drop by again later this week as I REALLY want to see him again. We were a perfect match.

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

Part 24 After taking four big hits from the pipe one after the other at Kevin's urging, Jeremy had handed the pipe and lighter to Kevin as he licked and kissed his way down Kevin's hard muscular body. He worked on both nips with his lips and teeth, making them stand up hard from Kevin's chest, then made his way down until his full lips were pressed firmly against the packed front of Kevin's jockstrap. Both of them were moaning as they felt the power of the tina take over and heighten their senses and hungers. My moans were matching theirs as Drew and Ryan and I watched it all on the screen, Drew playing with my nips and Ryan fondling my full balls. “Such a hot mouth!” we heard Kevin say, pressing a hand against the back of Jeremy's head. “You like that hard daddy dick don't you boy?” Jeremy, eagerly slurping up and down on Kevin's long shaft, mumbled around the tool and nodded his head. “You like it in both of your boy holes, don't you son?” Kevin asked seductively. This time Jeremy came up off of Kevin's meat and wrapping his fist around it he looked into Kevin's face and said, “Hell yeah I do Daddy! In my mouth and in my ass! Will you fuck me Daddy? Please?!!” he begged. Kevin chuckled and, looking at me through the camera lens, he asked Jeremy, “Is that what you want son? Do you want your daddy to fuck your ass and cum in you?” I groaned and grabbed my cock tighter hearing this and waited for Jeremy's response. It came almost immediately. “Yes, sir! I want my daddy to fuck me and breed me with his cum!” Wordlessly, Ryan removed my hand from my dick to prevent me from cumming too soon. Kevin instructed Jeremy to get on his knees on the couch with his head resting on the armrest and his ass up in the air. With my son in position Kevin walked in front of him and gave him the pipe and lighter. “Take a couple more hits, son. Daddy wants you good and tweaked when he slides his big cock inside you.” Jeremy wasted no time heating up the rocks in the bowl and beginning to inhale, while at the same time Kevin moved and got on the couch behind him, raising his ass up a little higher. “What a damn sweet pucker son! I can't wait to fuck it again but first I have to taste it,” and saying that he lowered his face to Jeremy's hole and began running his tongue around and inside it. Jeremy cried out in ecstasy feeling that tongue enter him, and I knew very well the pleasure he was feeling. “Oh gawd yes, Daddy! Eat my hole! Feels so fucking good!” Kevin grabbed Jeremy's asscheeks and spread them wider and intensified his oral attack on Jeremy's hole. Not even wanting to blink so I didn't miss anything, my eyes filled with the live sex show involving my own son, I heard Ryan say from beside me, “Time for me to join in,” and a moment later I saw him on the computer screen as he entered the living room and stood in front of Jeremy. “Hey there, little brother,” he said and Jeremy raised his head and opened his eyes, grinning at Ryan. “Hi!” he answered. “Having fun?” Ryan asked, taking the pipe from Jeremy's hand and heating it's contents. “Oh yeah! So much fun!” Ryan fed Jeremy the pipe and Drew and I watched him take a deep draw into his lungs. Kevin looked up from the ass he'd been tonguing, his face smeared with sweat and spit, and grinned at Ryan. “Glad you're here man,” he said to Ryan. “You can help me spit-roast this horny boy.” “I'm ready,” Ryan replied then looked down at Jeremy. “You want that? You want us to give you dick in both of your holes at the same time dude?” Jeremy blew out another cloud and gave them the answer we all expected. “Hell yeah! Give me both your cocks! Yours down my throat and Daddy Kevin's in my ass! I need it so much!” Ryan took the pipe from Jeremy and laid it on the table. Turning back to Kevin he asked, “Are you ready?” “Fuck yeah!” Kevin said as he scooted into position and slowly ran his thick manhood up and down Jeremy's wet crack. Ryan reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers and handed them to Jeremy. “You know what to do dude,” he said. “Take a couple of deep hits in each nostril then open wide.” I watched as Jeremy hit the brown bottle twice on both sides then obediently opened his mouth. Ryan stepped closer and I watched as his wide cock slid easily into my son's throat. At the same time Kevin said, “Daddy's going to fuck you now, son,” and proceeded to press his hips forward moving his bare meat into Jeremy's 19-year-old ass. Jeremy moaned in lust and heat as he felt himself filled at both ends with cock. “Aw fuck yeah!” I whispered as I watched. “Fuck him! Fuck my son and fill him with cum!” (to be continued)

Chapter 15: Afterglow Marc and I laid cuddled together in bed when he started crying. I said what's wrong babe? He said he was so happy that we finally got to fuck each other. I corrected him by saying breed each other. He smiled and said yes. I asked him if me being toxic was an issue. He said only partially, as it was a shock to him. He reminded me that it wasn't that long ago we were simply skinny dipping, jacking and sucking each other off, and now we were breeding each other. I told Marc that was interesting as he was the one that started our experimental stages, and I always considered him to be more sexually adventurous than me. He laughed and said yea, especially since I took your poz seed once tonight, and want to take more. I asked him why. Marc said he had never known anyone who had HIV before, but besides making me a piggy guy, I was still myself. He said in fact it was a turn on that becoming poz made me into a pig. I oinked at Marc and gave him a deep kiss. He said tell me what it's like to be poz. I told him it was rough at first. The fuck flu kicked my ass, but my step dad was there to help me through it. He was shocked when I told him my stepdad kept pumping his toxic seed in me while I had the flu. Although Marc's cock was semi hard while I was playing with his nips, he suddenly became fully erect. Marc asked me what I thought about my step dad being the one to gift me. I said that he wasn't my dad by birth, but my real dad was also positive, and they both seeded me recently. With that Marc said he needed to unload in my ass. Of course I obliged. Marc was a machine this time fucking me harder and faster that I ever imagined he would. It wasn't anything romantic, just pure primal sex. As I felt his cock pulsing in me, he blurted out take what could be my last negative load!

He walked out again instead of staying over. My ex, my first, my fucking everything. We had broken up almost three months ago, and he still would drop by the apartment to hang out with me almost every day. But he would never sleep over and never entertain the thought of getting back together even tho we spent all our time together. I don't know why we ended up breaking up it was a shock, he just did it one day, but now nights were the loneliest they'd ever been. So when the nights get lonely I did what every lonely gay man does: I logged onto A4A. Some time earlier I had put up a few discreet shirtless pics and one where I arched backwards, just to get boys talking, but I didn't really having any intention of connecting with anyone who responded to my profile. I'm 23 5'5", 145 pounds, a 28 inch waist, fairly muscular smooth Hispanic. Yeah, I got a lot of offers. More than one guy at my gym would recognize and approach me, and afterwards spend countless small talk emails begging for me to 'Test drive' his cock, or 'bitch bounce' for them. I must admit, I got a nice rubbery one reading the comments. I would talk to them for a bit then jack off, but tonight, I had actually been allowed to cuddle with my ex and I was so horny when he left I did the pathetic thing and asked him to fuck me. But he just smiled, kissed my head, ear and neck, and left. The sexual tension was so intense my thick, seven inch cock was rock hard and dripping before I even logged onto A4A. I scrolled through the emails and then profiles till one made me stop. FUKYNGBREDEEP 39 years old. 6'6 220lbs. I couldn't help but click to get a better look. There was only a torso pic of a light skinned man with a beautiful body, hairy chest, pecs that looked bigger than my head and arms that could crush Grandma Smith apples into apple juice. Then there was the profile itself LOOKING TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUNG BOYS. YOU DOWN, HIT ME UP. LOOKING FOR YOUNG BOYS WITH A TIGHT ASS. MUST BE WILLING TO PLEASE ME IN EVERY WAY I WANT. MUST BE UNDER 25. NO EXCEPTIONS. I WILL ASK FOR ID IF YOU LOOK OLDER THAN 25. I"M ONLY INTO YOUTHFUL BOYS. NO SHAME IN MY GAME. I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND I GET IT. POPPING CHERRIES ALL OVER THE WORLD, MAKING SMALL DICKED MEN HATE ME. LOL Profession: EAT FUCK BREED. Top. 10 Inches Uncut Anything Goes POZ My mouth was wide open reading the description of ten inches, and then closed when I read poz. I closed the profile, and got a drink and went on with my browsing. Before I finished my drink, I clicked his profile again, I read it and go turned on. I closed it and shook my head. But before 20 minutes passed I opened it again, and that's when he messaged me. "You want it" Was all the message said. I read it four times just trying to think of the possible responses, "Yeah it nice but..." "No way!" "Confident are we?" But before I could send any of it he messaged me again. "I'm logging off, call me." And left his number and logged off. I shook my head while still staring at his profile. I walked away from my computer preparing to jack off, when I got a text message from my ex saying he was sorry etc etc. I looked at the number on the screen of the computer and slowly typed it into my phone. I hit call, and the voice on the side of the receiver made my throat go dry. A gruff manly baritone answered. "Yo." "H-hey" I responded "I'm the...." "I know," he cut in, asking simply "Where are you?" I answered before I could stop myself. "You're close by," he responded. "Come over." "I don't hook up" I replied. "We don't have to hook up. I can't rape you, I'd go to prison. Come over. Two hot guys chilling out. If you want I'll show you my dick and you can leave whenever you want. Just come over. You know you want to see me." I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...ok." He gave me the address and I got in my car and drove over. It was close, maybe a 15 minute drive and I was in a neighborhood of decent houses. At the end of the street was a house that looked to be a duplex. I texted my arrival. In about a minute a shirtless, pajama bottom wearing sex god was standing in front of his home. His hairy chest and abs were even more defined in real life and he looked so enormous my mouth dropped before I exited my car. He smiled and shook my hand firmly. He had green eyes and a thick 5 o'clock shadow. I followed him inside and he grabbed a beer as I followed him down a hall up a flight of stairs and into a messy bedroom. The king sized bed was tossed and had a distinct smell, but while I was noticing the room and the big screen which was playing a silent porno, my host had taken off his pj bottoms revealing a hairy thick muscle ass, and as he turned around hanging between his legs was an huge soft cock that seemed as long as half his thigh. I inhaled suddenly and coughed as though I was choking just from looking at it. He smiled. "It's eight inches soft," he announced grinning with obvious pride. For several seconds I stood there silent, completely stunned. Other than porn, I'd only seen my ex's cock up close, and he was fairly sized, but this guy's cock was insane. "You're HIV positive" was the only thing that spurted from my mouth. He laughed and turned to look at the TV, his monster dick swinging as he did. "Yup" he replied, taking a swing of beer. "I'm sorry I...I should go. I don't know what I'm doing." I turned to leave the house, but before I could reach the door and he strode across the room and stood in front of the door. "Touch it" he invited me. I stuttered meaninglessly. "Touch it," he repeated, "You know you wanna, feel it." And with that he guided my hand to his hairy bull sized balls. I felt them in each hand and looked up as he shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The cock was already the size of my forearm and so heavy when I took the shaft in my hand I stroked slightly down I heard him chuckle. He put his arm around my neck and guided me too the bed. He laid down there while I sat between his legs, his cock pointing at me, and I found myself stroking his hardening growing cock. He watched the porn on the TV screen behind me, every so often looking at me and smiling while I stroked up and down his giant shaft until it reached it's full length and girth. I was in awe. It was a beast of a dick, heavy and full. And then I noticed that as I stroked upwards, a large bead of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip down the shaft. When I did it again even more precum began to slip out. "Fuck," I breathed softly. I heard his chuckle and found him gazing at me somewhat amusedly. "You like cum?" he asked. I shrugged, truth was, i loved it the taste the feeling when my ex's cock would erupt inside me. We were each others first, so we barebacked all the time, but this was completely different. It was like I'd turned on a faucet, more and more precum began to pour from the tip with each stroke and now my hand was sticky and slimy covered with this dangerous spread. "Get comfortable," he suggested as he leaned toward me and began to help me pull of my shirt. I kicked off my jeans and now he was smiling but differently. Something hungry was in his eyes. "You're a hot lil fucker, aren't you?" I smiled continue to stroke his increasingly slick dick. "You like getting rimmed?" I looked at him and nodded. I knew I had a nice ass, even straight guys would say so, besides a lil rimming would be fine, My ass was begging for something. Anything. So I slipped off my underwear and turned around showing him my butt. "Damn boy!" he remarked. I smiled as he put his hands on my hips and guided my butt to his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh......fuuuuuuuuck" finally erupted from my mouth when his tongue met my hole. I could feel his warm tongue opening me up and shoving itself deeper into me. "Ohhhhh.....fuuuuuuuuck!!" I said again as i felt his teeth abraded against my hole. "You're tight boy!" he remarked. Almost automatically I began to gyrate and grind my hips back toward his face."Fuck yeah!" he said and began eating again vigorously. I was holding onto his monster cock like a pole for support as he ate and ate and chewed and licked and tongue fucked me. I was losing my mind it felt so good. The whole while I stared at his giant daddy dick looking at me dripping salivating begging for me take it in my mouth. And the dick's owner was wildly tongue-fucking me like I had never been rimmed before. His hands worked all over my ass and body and his tongue moved with aggression and force that i could feel his tongue being inserted and withdrawn as he sucked and ate me out. My eyes rolled back with my head and before I could stop myself I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My mouth felt so full with just the head and I felt him moaning "Yeaaah!" into my ass I moved my head up n down and side to side sucking up his poz precum. It tasted so thick and good I moaned loudly on it while I tried to work my mouth down his shaft, but I could barely take it half way. The volume of our moaning increased as we pleasured each other, until finally he lifted me off his cock and, as I got on all fours, he knelt in front of me, presenting me with more cock to suck. Groaning in pleasure, I took it into my mouth as he gently pushed his dick into my throat. "That's it, boy." He spoke gently remarking "Your mouth is like an ass. It can take it. It can swallow my whole dick." I grunted with approval at his suggestion. Taking my head into his big hands, he slowly began to fuck my throat. I choked and gagged. "Nah nah nah, boy, relax," he remarked, adding "It's just like taking it up your ass. Relax and let it get wet. Let it all drool down. It will help you take it. Yeah, yeah, there you go, there you go. Yeah, let it pour down your chin make it wet." I was coughing up on my chin and a puddle was forming on the sheets as my drool and snot was falling from my mouth and deeper and deeper his cock pushed into my mouth it was heaven. He took one hand and wiped some off the drool cough up from my chin and began rubbing it on my hole. I gasped and moaned as he worked a large we digit into my wet ass and opened it up. He pulled me off his cock and laid me on my back and continued working his finger in my hole. "Oh yeah you like that don't you boy?" I nodded as he worked his finger in and out of me making me gasp and moan with each intrusion. "Yeah, you want some more?" I nodded as he pushed a second finger into my hole. twisting and turning them I moaned and gyrated under him. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Oh god fuck yes." "Yeah taste these fingers, boy, they taste good." I took his two fingers in my mouth and sucked, tasting my ass juices. I grunted in approval and sucked away as i felt his cock pushing against my hole, teasing it. "Wanna feel how this dick feels in that boy pussy?" I looked deep at him as he pushed his dick against my hole lining it up. "Tell me you wanna feel this dick, boy." My breath quickened as he applied pressure but I said nothing. He pressed harder, I could feel the head slipping in slowly as he pumped again and again until finally,"You want this cock, boy?" "Fuck yes sir!" POP! My hole swallowed the head. "Oh GOD! FUCKKKKK!" I felt his cock split my ass he pumped slowly . My ass was tight but he knew what he was doing. He pushed in an inch, stopped to let me adjust, just pumping back and forth till he felt me moaning then pushed further. He entered me slowly, his death stick opening me deeper and deeper. My head rocked from side to side and I spread my legs apart. He held my ankles I could see his muscles and veins pumping with the same controlled ferocity of his cock. After about 15 minutes of this entry I reached down between my ass and felt still another three inches of rock hard thick cock against my hole begging to slide home. I left my hand there and felt as slowly they too entered into me watching him watch me till i was holding his balls resting on my hole. "YEEAAAAH!!!" he growled and I could feel the growl resonating in my ass vibrating inside me. Then it began. He pulled back and fucked. I screamed as he did again And again. Again and again. "OH MY GOD!!!!" I yelled and held on to his shoulders where my ankles rested as he fucked again and again. I could feel his cock pounding in my head and in the head of my dick it felt like i would cum with every thrust. I yelled again and again as he fucked deeper and deeper pulling out more and more fucking me. I could barely breath as he drove me into his headboard again and again. "FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" I again yelled as he grabbed my ankles forced them above my head to touch the headboard and began to let gravity drop his monster into me. Then he suddenly he pulled out of me and pulled me down the bed. I tried to catch my breath, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass up. Then in a fluid motion he sank his dick back into my ass, balls deep, doggy style, and holding my hips as he pistoned fucked me. WIth a free hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he fucked relentlessly into me. I was lost feeling so open and taken control of that when he flattened me out on my stomach I couldn't help but push my ass back on him as his muscle body fucked me from above n behind. He rolled over and now I rode him bouncing as hard as I could. He turned me around dick still inside me and forced me on my back ankles wide as he continued to climb on me and fuck me again on my back. "You ready baby." he finally growled "I'm gonna fucking poz this hole. You will never be the same and you will belong to me." I looked back at him terrified. "Tell me you want this poz load, baby!" I bite my lip as he picked up speed. "SAY YOU WANT MY LOAD, BOY." "FUCK YES. GIVE ME YOUR LOAD. FUCK I WANT YOUR POZ CUM!" I felt him erupt inside my hole. Cum was filing me up fast as string after string blew into my body. I moaned and touched myself, but he held my hands above me. "I said I would poz you, baby. I'm not done." He kept fucking me. I could feel the poz load running in and out of my ass as he flipped me me into various positions, fucking continuously. I passed out in the middle of it, and woke up he was fucking me face down on the pillow unloading another load into my ass. He fucked me three times that night. When he finally pulled his cock out of my ass, both my ass and his cock were coated with cum and blood. My hole gaped wide, and we both reeked of sweat and sex. I crawled off the bed, dressed, and he ushered me out the door. I stumbled to my car and somehow drove home where I stripped, climbed into bed, and touched my hole, feeling load after load of his poz cum beginning to drip out of my body. My phone buzzed. It was another text from my ex asking if I could hangout. I licked some of the cum from my hole off my finger. Sure, I thought. Why the fuck not?

hey, you, I read it all - I missed some parts and had to flip back sorry if I am not always following up but I'm finally on holiday after a heavy period of hard work and family matters

The way it should be done!

The Dark Room at the top of the stairs at WET is the best place for anon sex - its dark so all anyone is going to be looking for is a willing hole. I have to say as a personal preference while I like GH's for anon blowjobs, fucking a hole through a GH is something I avoid - bagging my knees against the wall distracts from the fucking, but that's just a personal preference. Good Luck

YOu'r You're such a pig! Glad you found the right top to satisfy your craving for cum. Love doing that to my sluts too. Bringin used condoms for some cumplay before the fucking begins.

BBRT top, blank profile, some stats filled out, early 40s. Profile last updated over 10 years ago. Saw my quick connect ad, I was looking for anonymous cocks to fill me up, and I already had a few inside. He messaged me "address", and I sent him my full details, and said "door unlocked". I had my ass up, pushing out cum as much as possible to show him what a slut I've been. He had a thick cock and was hard as soon as he walked in. He came in less than a minute, then headed out. Didn't say a word.

Being on another contract job (it pays REALLY well!) leaves me with little time and energy to play, but I'm very thankful when my 31 yo Vietnamese pigson comes over to play! Yesterday he dropped over for some hot naked fun. We greeted each other with boners at the door to my place. In my bedroom, clothes were peeled off fast. I got to suck on his nipples and cock first. I stood up and he took my hard cock in his mouth. He licked a few fingers which he inserted into my douched and ready ass. He inserted his index finger in and out of my ass, then added one more at a time. This gets me really hard. I told him I was about to shoot my saved-up load down his throat. He continued sucking. I blasted down his throat with a big load. He cleaned off my cock and let me have a taste of my cum. Such a good pigboi! My ass was opened up to his young hard dick. He asked that I get on my tummy and he put his cock in me. He tried different angles, up and down. He told me in a few minutes that he was on the verge of cumming in me. One last thrust and he thrust forward as far as he could and delivered a huge cumload in me. He took out his cock, and I gratefully cleaned it off. He dove in with his tongue to taste dessert from my ass. I returned his gesture with a long cummy kiss. Afterwards, we went out to try some Afghan food at a local Afghan eatery! I do love dessert before dinner! OINK, pigs!

I want to thank the person who sent me that. We've been chatting and are planning to meet up at a motel near the airport next time I travel to Phoenix for work.

Awesome post man - thank you.

I remembered very well the first time I bred an ass. He was one of my friends from highschool. I was 16 and he was 17. He was quite feminine and bullied. One day after school we were doing homework at mine, and then we saw the a "news" about the Red Power rangers gay video or something like that. We saw some video of guy sucking another, and I asked him if he wanted to do the same thing to me. He said yes right away. After like 5 min of sucking me he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I said no. Then he said he felt the same as fucking a woman. Back then I was deep in the closet and in complete denial of being gay. He bent over and pull down his pants just enough to show his ass. I didn't want to see his penis. I thought about using a condom, but I thought it was OK to fuck bare because we know each other. I didn't use lube or saliva and it took like 10 min of trying to for me to get in, and I came in like 2-3 min. I remembered so well how intense it was and how I instinctively grabbed his hips to push my cock as deep as possible and cum deep in him.

Yeah I am! This one is twice as much cum as he had me gulp down last time and I can't fucking wait to taste all those loads as they slide down my throat. Wish you could contribute also. The more the merrier - I'm here for it all!

I had played with this couple several times. One Friday night at the bar, I see one of the guys w/o his partner. He was the hotter one by far - strictly top, dominant in bed, sweetheart otherwise with a killer dick and eyes made to make me melt. I asked where the partner was, he said family stuff back in Louisiana for a week. He asked me to go home with him, I happily did. After he came in my ass he told me "I wanna make love to you all weekend, fill your ass with so much cum it's still leaking when you go to work on Monday". I was putty in his hands. No showers, I don't think we put on more clothes than a pair of shorts to answer the door for pizza, and he fucked me stupid all over that apartment.

Since the last feeding of 25 loads a few weeks ago, Sir has already been collecting more cum to feed me. He's decided I need to swallow roughly twice as much cum this next time. Any offers of loads from local men in Los Angeles would be sincerely appreciated! He has been having the contributors come to his place in WeHo to milk themselves into a condom, or save multiple loads themselves and deliver them. To encourage others to donate their jizz, I'd like to offer to come pick it up from you to make it easy for you. Sir would also like to have a photo of each cock that contributes loads so he can show them in the video he makes of me swallowing it all. Optional, but also very much appreciated.

This kind of play s right 'up my alley' so to speak. Love to join in sometime

Until death do us part (story a cheating boyfriend) – Part 02 I can’t deny it: over the next couple of days I thought a lot about Dante and his sweet little ass. Although he was interested in my cock, he seemed to be troubled with the idea of betraying his partner, so if I was going to empty my balls, I knew I would have to be very careful in approaching him. Still, I could not wait for our second date. Thursday came I found the little angel seated on a bench, dressed in his white puma training suit, apparently watching for me. He looked so innocent, and when he saw me he arose, walked towards me to greet me. “Hey there,” he said, adding “It is good to see you again” as his gaze wandered down to my crotch and up to my face again. “I am happy to see you too, as you can see” I replied, taking a good grip of my crotch. My dick had been hard for the entire drive to meet Dante. “So what’s the plan?” he asked and looked around as if he was uncomfortable to be here at this public place. “Depends on you. I just know I need to open my pants real soon. My dick is already hurting, if you know what I mean,” I smirked. “I can see. Your pants are too tight, or your cock is too big,” Dante commented, licking his lips with repressed excitement. "Why don’t we just drive around for a while? We could drive downtown and drink some coffee,” I suggested. “No! No coffee…. not downtown! My boyfriend thinks I'm with my best friend, buying stuff for her new apartment” he explained. So he lied to his boyfriend again about the two of us meeting. If he had a clear conscience, he wouldn’t have to lie to his man, but he was craving for my cock. He wanted to feel my cock break through his pussy, piercing up his cunt. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but it was definitely inevitable. “Driving around is nice…. maybe you know a parking lot, where we can talk a bit, while sitting in the car” he suggested.. ‘Yeah…. doing some dirty talk, you bitch’ I thought. “Sure do…. let’s go” I answered flashing a smile at him. We got into my car but before we left I told him how stunning he looked to day and how much I liked his scent. He smiled at me and told me he didn’t wear any cologne as his boyfriend was allergic to almost everything. “Really. Then your scent is overwhelming. I have never experienced something like this before, but just smelling you makes me hot,” I purred. Without asking for permission I leaned over into his space and sniffed at the side of his neck, murmuring “Awesome,” although in truth there was nothing special about his scent. But he was flattered and I knew this would open the door to his cunt sooner or later. Dante giggled and on purpose he touched my bulge and searched for the tip of my cock, pressing through my jeans fabric and softly massaged my cockhead, even as he moaned "Not here...." He couldn’t see my evil grin. I started the engine and we left the church parking lot. Dante didn’t look at me. He had only eyes for my bulge and he kept touching it with such a passion. I thought for a few seconds, and decided on a remote location with which I was familiar. We didn't exchange a single word. I drove, and he played with my cock. Half an hour later we drove onto a deserted parking area of a factory which was long closed down. After I stopped the engine I turned to Dante and asked if he was alright. “I am not sure, if this is right, what we are doing” he told me softly. “What are we doing?” I replied. “You know. I came here to get fucked by you,” Dante admitted. “Really? Wow…. I mean, I was hoping you would open up to me eventually, but I never thought today would be the day.” I played the stupid. “Yeah, I even brought lube with me,” he showed me a small tube. The whore was prepared. Nice change of things. Who would have thought that this true and loyal boy would spread his legs on the second date. Giving him my most serious look, I replied "I was also hoping things would eventually develop between us, but this is a new situation for me too, especially since I also love my boyfriend." Of course I was just playing him up, and my 'confession' was entirely a lie. “We don’t have to rush this, Dante,” I suggested, giving him a warm smile. He had not once stopped playing with my dick (through my jeans), and it seemed as if the buttons of my fly would explode off of their own accord, so I asked "Mind if I open-up my jeans please? It really hurts," almost begging him. “Please, let me,” he politely replied. “Of course, baby,” I answered with a smile as I crossed my arms behind my head and leaned back. Dante opened my pants easily. In no time my nine incher proudly protruded out of my jeans. He started to jack me off slowly again and from time to time he licked over my cockhead. For a couple of minutes I let him have his way, but then I stopped his jacking motions. He looked at me questioning. “Listen Dante, the first time I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you. But we are both not free and you got a bad conscience and I feel the same way about my lover, but I don’t want to be jacked off by you only. If we want to have sex, then we got to do it the right way," I said, reiterating my earlier point. “I am not ready to be fucked,” Dante gulped. “That’s okay… it’s okay baby… you can suck me - at least at the beginning,” I murmured as I caressed him. “That’s really okay for you? You are not mad at me or something?” he asked, an element of trepidation in his voice. “No…. it is okay. It is only important that you enjoy sucking my cum out of my balls and that you swallow it all…. can you do this for me?” I asked with what I thought would pass for loving eyes. “I am not so much into swallowing and so… you know, I don’t know you for a long time. I am scared of diseases,” he sighed. ‘Tough’ I thought, but I knew if I would force him now, he might be scared like a little flower. And I wanted to fuck him unsafe. To rip him open with my cunt basher and mix my semen with his blood in a bad and hard assfucking. “I can understand that. But my last test was negative. What about yours?" Of course I didn't tell him my last negative test was several years in the past. He swore it was the same with him, but still he needed time. ‘Oh fuck’ I thought, but undeterred suggested “Listen…. why don’t we get in the back of the car and talk about this. You could at least give me a little show," looing desperately at Dante. “A little show?” Dante was not sure what I wanted. I told him, it would be a nice gesture if he would spread his legs on the back seat and finger himself for me a little bit. He could use some lube, so it would look professional. Seeing I needed some relief, he agreed, and we climbed out of the front seats, but before we climbed in the back, Dante took off his training suit. The little whore was wearing jock strap! Laying on his back as much as he was able, he spread his legs widely, licked his fingers, showing me his tight anal entrance. I thought I would rape him then and there, but I played along and so I started jerking off, while Dante fingered himself like a two dollar whore. Which I supposed he would likely be in future. Eventually he began using some lube to get his fingers deeper into his snatch, moaning in rhythm to the slurping sounds his ass cunt made as he finger fucked himself - now using three fingers. His eyes were closed, so he didn’t see me when I moved towards him, but he certainly felt me when I climbed on top of him, my cock searching (and finding) his sweet, promising orifice. While my cock head rested against his well lubed opening, Dante began to push his hands against my chest and told me clearly to stop. My eyes were closed and I pretended neither to see his scared eyes nor to hear his pleading cries. I kept on pushing my cock head into his tight hole and slowly I entered his fuck tube. Dante screamed at the top of his lungs. After my dick had entered him a bit I stopped and looked down at him. “Please don’t….” he cried. “I love you, but you are making me so horny with your show, I need more than just jerking off,” I explained. “Then let me suck you, but without swallowing it… but please don’t fuck me bareback,” he replied. I didn't answer, but instead resumed slow, gentle fucking motions. He went ballistic. “Okay… OKAY," I replied with a degree of exasperation in my voice. "What about this: you suck me but I will pull out when I cum, and fire my cum right into your face. Okay?” Dante didn’t know the danger taking a load 'on his face', because he readily agreed, and indeed seemed excited at the prospects of seeing my cum ooze out of my cock. Of course what he didn't know was that I intended not only to cum on his face - I was determined to blow my load into his eyes. “Okay…” I roared and withdrew my dick for an inch, only to ram it back fully into him, balls deep. After bottomed out I withdrew my cock finally. “OKAY!” I shouted out. I went backwards to the door and grabbed Dante at his shirt. After opening the door I stepped out of the car but Dante stayed inside, sitting there and swallowing my dick. This was not the way he liked it, but I didn't give him a choice. I held his head in my hands fucking him deeply into his mouth, and straight into his throat. He struggled to control his gag reflex, so I forgave him scratching me with his teeth and drooling as if he had never before sucked cock. I knew I was about to give my load, and so I kept my word and pulled my dick out of his mouth, jacking myself, grunting "Take a close look, Dante, here it cums!" He did exactly what I suggested, all but bug-eyed as I coaxed myself over the edge, which gave me the excellent opportunity to blow several large gushes of cum on each side of his face, specifically aiming for his eyes - which ended-up being totally covered with my cum. It was such a hot sight. “Damn, it burns,” he complained. “That’s normal. Lay on your back and close your eyes. I will try to find a bottle of water. Don’t rub your eyes, you'll make it worse,” I advised, but adding "“But I've gotta first take a piss," I told him. While I took my piss nearby the car, I took the chance to take some pictures of cute Dante in his mess. He didn’t even realize, that I was using my mobile phone to get some good evidence, just in case he refused to let me fuck him later on. Instead of bringing him water, I opened up the other backseat door and climbed a bit into the car, asking him if he would mind cleaning my cock - that I was a bit messy. “Sure…. you need to help me, I ca..** ‘slurp’ sheeee ya…..”he mumbled, while my cock was already abusing his throat again. After I finished my first dirty deed I helped Dante to clean up. He looked at me with his big bloodshed eyes and I was ready to show the bitch the pictures, to get him into line, but I chose to start with “I’m sorry, I just feel too much for you,” trying to feign the look of shame. “That was so fucking awesome,” Dante exclaimed as his eyes began to clear-up, adding with a gasp “I've never sex like this before. When can I meet you again?”