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Even if it happened decades ago, I can still relive it like it was yesterday. I am 17 and I am getting into the shower after soccer practice. The other boys had left except for Rowan. He was leaning by his locker with his back resting against the metal door, in his shorts and knee-length socks, glimmering in sweat. I was shirts, he was skins. The heat was close to unbearable. He had been eyeing me while I took off my clothes, tying a towel around my waist. He shot an inviting look at me which I didn't pay much attention to, a mistake I realized once I was done cleaning myself. He stood behind the shower curtain after I yanked it open. We were inches apart, equal in height. He had been honing his physique at the gym, making the most out of the final stages of puberty. A patchy stubble covered his chin with much less acne than I had. Unlike him, I was a late bloomer. His hair was brighter than mine with shades of his roots being blond, wavy and malleable to any current trend whereas I had dark black curls springing out of my head with no uniformity. Grooming wasn't my priority back then. Keeping my sexuality hidden was. We faced each other and with only a few seconds for me to fully register his presence, he tilted in for a kiss that I willingly responded. It felt strange, having my first kiss. Exciting too, but I wasn't ready. I had been ambushed. I pushed him away to leave the stall. I rushed to make my way back after realizing his pursuit. I hurriedly opened my locker to grab my things. In an instant, a loud bang came behind me. My head shoved into the hollow compartment of the upper locker with an echoing force. I pulled myself out to face Rowan again. He grabbed my shoulders in a grip before slamming me onto the wall of metal doors. Another echo. "Listen here fag, whatever you think happened, didn't happen. If I hear any shit from those other queers you hang with, you're done." Not only do I remember the exact words he said, I remembered that conflicted look he had. A look mostly of lust with hints of rage rooted in denial. "You got that, fag?" I was in a shock that made me speechless. I nodded with eyes closed. Up and down up and down. When I opened them, I found myself alone, trying to control myself from shaking any further. I was released, I told myself repeatedly. I never made eye contact with Rowan since then. ************************************************************** 20 years have passed and I no longer recognize that lanky middle eastern boy hyperventilating in his towel. I embraced myself. I was proud of who I was. I know no shame. At 19, I started to take loads. Never once did I think of condoms. I was lucky to learn what it meant to be a cumdump at a young age. Sometimes while I was getting railed, I'd imagine it was Rowan. The moans from the strangers that bred me were loud, always filled with a certain kind of vigour. It reminded me of him when he called me a fag. From then on, I slowly got turned on from being humiliated. It was only the tip of the iceberg I refer to as my sexuality. By 24, I graduated college. My whole undergrad was taken care of thanks to the relationship I had with my Master. I owe all my life's knowledge of kinks to him. I met Master Paul at the bathhouse when I first moved to the city. He knew I had experience, but nothing outside of being a cumdump. I was 20, he was 58. He was impressed at how well I bottomed but also noted the skills I lacked. He built his proposal carefully, making me read up on what it meant to be his servant. What BDSM was. He taught me everything. Even his friends contributed. They taught me how to work out, how to build strength. They'd fuck me while instructing me on what I needed to improve on. "You're supposed to squat, not jump. Build the momentum.." "This is how you arch without aching your arms. You got to know your center of gravity." "Controlling your hole isn't a bout keeping it open or close, but more about holding the cock in a way that your nerves aren't tensed. Controlling it will determine whether you wanna keep a tight ass or be stretched out" I saw my body changing, transformed similarly like Rowan's but better. My sex drive changed. I'd be turned on by different, newer things. I adapted to the kinks and fetish I originally averted. Master had always told me from the start that with time I will submit. Submission wasn't difficult when there was T. 3 months into our relationship, he showed me how powerful crystal was. He taught me the way to consume it, how to build tolerance for it and most importantly, how to control myself from tweaking too hard. "If you're at a point where you're not sure if you're there anymore, then it's already too late. Game over. Destined to be a wasted tweaker forever." The last person in my position had been chasing the dragon for too long that he had forgotten his role. Master kicked him out with no afterthought. Discipline was his number one rule. He never spoke of the previous houseboys he had. In a way, what we had was professional. I had no financial issues and I lived in a nice place. Initially, I was bound to only a cage but with time I was allowed to share the bed. I stopped crawling regularly in the house after a year. Our roles changed. Once I finished school, he still called me boy, but I was expected to call him Daddy. "Now you're all big and handsome, it's not right to treat you like dirt anymore. You're family. Right, son?" He told me this while he was 8 inches deep in me, twisting his thrusts to touch my prostate. I still remembered, nodding in an affirmative "yes, yes I'm your son." "I'm so glad that you see yourself as part of the family too. The next time I breed you, you will officially be my son." His sweat dripped onto my face with some landing into my open mouth. I licked my lips to savour its salinity. The loud moan of relief was close. As expected, he held onto the sheets tightly, looked down into my eyes and screeched in ecstasy, filling me with his warm load. He stayed in me while I spooned into him, both of us moist as our bare body was in contact. We were both hairy, but I packed more. All around my body was a dark curly thick bush that never failed to catch anyone's attention, especially Master's friends. They envied him for having someone with a body like mine. The gym also helped to define the hair revealing itself from my cracks. I know when other guys glance at my pits or my happy trail. It took a long time to appreciate my semitic features. It was true, I was maturing. That night, with his hard-on still in me, Master revealed that he had never been with anyone for 5 years. He told me how he wanted to give me a special gift for our 5th anniversary. How he would stop taking his meds soon and impregnate me. Never throughout our relationship did imagine this offer. "You'd like that? Be my son? Give me grandchildren?" It sounded extremely enticing. I was about to take a new responsibility. I was already topping the twinks who'd always stare at me at the gym, but bottoming was always the norm. Things were changing. A few months later, on an unassuming Sunday morning, I woke up blindfolded and bound. It was our 5th anniversary. I was told that we were going to the bathhouse where we met but I I could tell that we were home. I was fed more T than I'd ever consumed. From the bootybump to the smoke, I'm only lucky to avoid a slam since Master detested needles. There were also poppers. The celebration took up the whole day. I'd almost forgotten that the goal was my conversion. Around 12 of Master's friends were there. After having my hole and nipples played with all kinds of toys and torture, the blindfold was taken off. I was still on the bed with my limbs tied to each post. My legs were then adjusted to be closer to my arms, lifting it high to expose my ass. I stayed in this position for the next few hours. With the T flowing endlessly, I easily surrendered myself to Master. I was proud of myself for not tweaking. It wasn't linear, but I remembered each of Master's friends who bred me without missing a single word they said. "Look at you boy, you've grown up to be a fuckin fine specimen." "It was always going to be like this you know, find a cute boy like you to train and discipline. Extra points to Paul for being more diverse this time." "We all carry the same strain and we've never paused our meds. First time for everything right? Hopefully this strain's still as potent as it was in the 90s" "What a pretty boy with a nice tight ass. I told you that it was worth it to work out. Look at these legs. Fuck. Just right for a good pozzing." "I hope you enjoy these last few moments of being neg, there's no turning back from here on, boy." "Son, we're so grateful to have you take our seed, truly. I know how you like it when we call you a fag. See, you never fail to give that look when I say it that way. After this, when you're officially my son, it's you who'll find other fags. Okay, son?" I lost track of the times they came in me. It wasn't just one each. They took turns, switched their spots at times but never did the fucking come to a halt. A sharpie was used to tally the amount of loads on my asscheeks. 7 herringbones amounting to 35 when I saw my reflection from across the room. Master inserted a steel plug to contain it. I had fulfilled my purpose. About a month later, I experienced a flu like no other. It lasted for a week. Master took care of me with a care that I'd never seen before. He had never been as gentle as he was. I truly believed in our connection. I'd never seen him so content when he cradled me. It dawned on both of us. I had converted. A part of him was in me now. I lay in my cold sweat with gratitude, looking up to Daddy who craned down to kiss me. Over the years I had established myself within the community Master introduced me to. When I turned 30, Master made the decision to release me. I didn't understand it at first, but it made sense when I looked back at the circumstances we met. He told me that he was going to go somewhere far, how he's passing the baton onto me. I was free to stop taking my meds. He was going to sell the place. I was going to be on my own for the first time in 10 years. By then I had a strong relationship with his friends who I ultimately call family. It wasn't hard to live up to Master's lifestyle. I had 2 slaves who listened and obeyed but they didn't live-in like I did. They'd show up my door in the morning and be on their way by sunset. Sometimes when I wasn't in the mood, I'd call Vinny and Jonas to take my place. They were Master's first friends that I played with most when I was still unexperienced. Master had trusted them so it was only natural that I kept them close. The passage of time didn't just lead to Master's departure, but also most of the other members of his pack. Eventually, it was just the 3 of us who'd meet up regularly regardless if there would be any fucking or smoking. We had a bond that exceeded our lust. When work wasn't draining, I'd hit them up to hit up the bar and test our luck. Fortune favoured us given that we'd usually stand out. Anyone who saw us would take a double take. Here I was in my early 30s, built like a modern janissary whose distinctive features caught looks from every corner. Next was Vinny who share some of my features albeit more mediterranean. He possessed broad shoulders and thick thighs. At 50 he was the oldest and was also the shortest, though none of it made him any less desirable than the rest of us. We were equally capable of attracting anyone. Finally, Jonas. Jonas was the youngest before Master introduced me. Now at 44, he had a bronze complexion that enabled him to be the most tanned and towered us at 6'2. Lean and active in calisthenics, he had little body fat. He'd wear his clothes tight, right to the fit with pants hanging low to showcase his accentuated hips and v-lined abs. His long face always spotted a stubble. His facial features, ambiguous like the rest of us was due to his Brazilian background. It remained a mystery whether the size of his cock was also due to that. We stood out because we did not look like most of the patrons where we found ourselves in. We were fetishized to our advantage. We sat at our usual corner at the Eagle on a Friday night. Since it was pride week, a fundraising karaoke was being held. A bigger crowd meant we had a bigger net to fish with. The singing was tolerable since we were above, hearing more of the background music than the stage. After an intermission, the host brought up the next volunteer who sang Erasure's A Little Respect. It was the first time we heard actual singing. A wave of claps came from the crowd at its conclusion, followed by the host questioning him. Vinny gave my arm a nudge so I got up to the railing to scout and report. I didn't notice Jonas had been gone throughout the song. Chances are, he was getting blown somewhere. As I look down to the stage, I clenched my jaws when I saw the person standing next to the host, mic still in his hands. Motherfuckin Rowan Martin. He no longer resembled the threatening teenager who I kissed for the first time. Physically he remained the same but his hair was longer, almost touching his shoulders. On his right eyebrow he spotted a studded piercing. He wore a tank top that showed a rainbow tattoo on his right shoulder. Vulnerability hit me for the first time in years after seeing him, as if we were in the locker room again. I disengaged from the crowd, coming back to my senses when Jonas appeared with his arms around me, gloating how he blew his load in some tourist. I told him who the singer was. "Homophobic teen angst aside, he's kinda cute." He was, I'm not gonna lie. No longer was he as masculine as he thought he was. His posture remained stiff but his body language was more loose. He'd move his arms and hands when he spoke, bearing no resemblance to the star player accepting his award. Dare I say his pitch was higher too? Bottom, Jonas and I said out loud in unison. "A power bottom?" Vinny's voice came behind us. He wondered why we were standing for so long. Jonas filled him in. He chuckled. "I think you should one-up him by singing Ironic. Don't you think?" "It's like raaaiiiiin..." Jonas continued. I tried to entertain them, but they could tell I was off. They stopped to embrace me, giving an assuring nod and a look which told me that whatever I plan to do, I have their full support. I excused myself to go down to approach Rowan. I wasn't going to let that vulnerability resurface again. I hear him talking of the fundraiser, how he didn't know what it was and he just wanted to sing & contribute to a cause. He pointed to the friends he was with, a group of 5 who dressed and looked exactly like him. It reminded me of the twinks I'd fuck in the darkroom, the kind who thinks that the world revolved around them. I zipped right to him with my drink before dropping it when he got off the stage. Only when he looked up after I apologized did he realize who I was. It took him a while. A look of surprise that he tried to keep it cool. I acted like a stranger. After all, I was unrecognizable from my year book photos. "I just wanna say that that was amazing. Good song choice." "Thanks. You look really familiar. Have we met?" "I don't think so. I'm not on the apps & I'm new here." I carried the conversation with him the same way I did with any other men that would become my prey. I brought him up where I introduced Vinny and Jonas as my tour guides. They followed the ruse like clockwork. After a couple of rounds, Vinny took the lead. "Apologies for being forward but what do you say we all go to my place to hang a bit more?" Jonas and I agreed nonchalantly while Rowan took a pause before agreeing. All throughout the night he had been glancing at me, trying to analyze and confirm his suspicions. One thing for sure was that the drinks didn't help and I paid no attention to him, focused only on Vinny and Jonas. I responded to whatever he said without ever looking at him. I knew the consequences for not acknowledging him would be in my favour this time. In the cab, Rowan and Jonas were getting tipsy, flirting with their heads close to another. In the passenger seat, I gave a wink to Jonas who started to make out. Vinny came from behind to ask what tonight's plans were. I pulled up my phone to type it out. "A test. Nothing too drastic at first. A mild one that will gradually turn to a series of punishments which he'll willingly endure. An atonement he'll realize and submit to." He pat my back and whispered that he'll text the guy to deliver the good stuff once we reached his place. Jonas' hands were now grappling underneath Rowan's clothes. A plan was now set in motion.

Hung guy here - I love getting in a guy deep, stretching him and when it’s time breeding him balls deep. Pulling out of him slowly afterwards, knowing that I’ve just impregnated him deeply.

Isn't that the way men are built? I've heard wives complain about it for years...

We kissed, gently at first but then the animal in him took over and he pushed his tongue deep and forcefully into my throat, causing me to gasp for breath. I reached down and fumbled with the button fly and belt of his jeans desperate to see what was hidden inside. I guess I’m what you would call a size queen and as the package finally revealed it’s hidden treasure I gasped again as I felt that monster cock in my hands, it was at least 9 inches and very thick, just what I needed to hit the spot. His name wasn’t important; I don’t think we’d even exchanged those silly details when we’d met in the bar just 30 minutes earlier, but the attraction was instant and intense between us and neither of us had been able to take or eyes of the other. He was taller than me at around 6”2, dark, with cropped hair and very muscular, he came across as confident without being arrogant and it really was a case of our eyes meeting across a crowded room. He smiled and raised his beer in salute to me and I smiled back, blushing a little at the attention from the smiling hottie. My light complexion meant that even the slightest blush shone on me and I brushed my blond hair away from my face in a gesture that I suddenly felt was too overtly camp. I’m no screamer by any means but with my shoulder length blonde hair and slight but toned build I felt out of place in most gay bars, surrounded by muscle marys. I was startled from my daydream by looking back up and finding the hunk standing there next to me. He smiled that killer smile again and said, “Got a place?” I nodded and we headed together for the bar exit. So here we were, in my apartment, I was lucky enough to live just minutes from the bar and I was now pushed against the hallway wall moaning gently as he nibbled his way gently down my neck, and playing with my left nipple through the fabric of my tight fitting t-shirt. I put up no resistance as he pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my chest and allowing him to work his way down further and nibble my erect nipple. He shucked off the jeans and underwear from round his ankles and still suckling my hard nipple he began to unbuckle my belt and push down my trousers and underwear, allowing my own throbbing cock to burst free. He ran his hands up and down its length causing me to shudder slightly. He stopped what he was doing and stepped back from me, smiling and looking me up and down all the while, I blushed now, standing naked in my own hallway with this handsome stranger, finally now he broke the silence “Shall we move somewhere more comfortable” he said. I didn’t need any other encouragement and took him by his hand and led him through to my bedroom down the darkened hallway. Once through the door he discarded his shirt revealing a big muscular chest with a light dusting of hair and then animal in him took over again, he pushed me hard, face down into the bed and parted my ass cheeks. This guy knew what he wanted and was taking no prisoners, I heard him spit onto his hand and felt him start to rub one finger along the hairy crack of my ass ……… I shuddered again, I was so hot by now that I wanted to scream at him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I felt my asshole pop as he slid his finger into me and began to work his saliva into me, I felt the finger pull out and heard him spit again, this time he began to work two fingers into me, “oh yeh baby, this is one hot ass, I can feel it sucking on my fingers, it’s just dying to feed on my big cock”. A third finger went in and I wanted nothing more than that cock in me. I reached over to my nightstand and passed a condom back to him and picked up the little brown bottle of poppers that i kept there (hey i'm no angel - i love a poppered up fuck). I started to sniff heavily on the poppers and within seconds my head was buzzing and I began to feel him slide into me, he was gentle at first and despite the poppers it hurt, as my ass resisted such a large intrusion. He’d stop momentarily and then I’d feel him start to slide more into me, until finally he was resting fully against my firm ass with that beautiful cock throbbing gently inside me. He stayed that way for a few minutes as if savouring the feeling of my tight warm ass wrapped around his meaty cock and then slowly pulled out partially and then pushed back into me and I moaned loudly as he grazed my prostate and really hit the spot. It wasn’t the easiest of fucks and I wished a little that he’d used more lube than just his spit, but nevertheless I was really starting to get into the rhythm arching my back and raising my ass to push back to meet him as he started to fuck me harder and slam his cock into my ass. Then something fluttered past my shoulder and onto the bed, it was the unopened condom packet! The buzz from the poppers was gone then and I almost shouted, “Are you fucking me raw?” and tried to buck him off. “It’s the ONLY way to fuck pretty boy” he growled and pushed his full weight down on me pressing me to the bed and stepping up the pace of his fucking. Despite my best intentions I was now really get off on the fact that I was effectively being raped. He paused his fucking and reached over my shoulder and grabbed the bottle of poppers, first taking a hit himself and then forcing the bottle under my nose, “sniff” he barked at me. Totally compliant now I took hold of the bottle myself and inhaled deeply into both nostrils, again after a few moments that buzz kicked in and my head began to spin and I now ached to be fucked by that big raw cock in my ass. I moaned gently and he laughed, “yeah, I’m gonna make a barebacking bitch out of you yet”. I didn’t say a word, I didn’t want to admit that I liked this out loud – I wasn’t ready to confess my new found desires either to myself or to him but I guess he’d taken my moaning as the signal to start again and he started again to fuck my ass HARD. As the poppers really took effect I couldn’t imagine anything more important than getting every inch of that cock in me. His fucking was relentless now and he really slamming into my ass, pounding me so hard that I felt I was in danger of being forced through the mattress. He was still pounding away but leant forward now and started growling in my ear, “oh yeh pretty boy I am going to fill this tight little ass with cum”, “take it, you bitch”, “yeh c’mon, open that ass for my big cock” .... this dirty talk was making me so damn hard that there was now nothing more important that that cock inside me. His pace and his breathing both quickened now and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he came; I was high on poppers and lost in the intense feeling of the fucking I was receiving but still I was filled with a mixture of dread and excitement at the thought of someone cumming inside me for the first time. He was panting heavily now and pounding my ass hard, with a final hard slam into me I could feel his cock pulsing as he blew what felt like a big load of cum deep into my guts and he yelled as he came, almost screaming into my ear, “take it bitch, take my hot toxic cum!”. With a final few stabs into my ass he fell on top of me, breathing heavily, Something amazing happened while he was fucking me, without even touching myself I had cum. My own orgasm had been intense, I’d never cum without jerking myself off before and yet here I was, laid stomach down with a pool of my own neg sperm soaking into my mattress, still with this hunky guy on top of me with my guts full of poz cum and his softening cock still inside me. With a plop, his cock pulled out of my ass and he flopped over onto his back, I rolled over onto my side, revealing the cum underneath and he laughed, “I guess you enjoyed that after all”. I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling alive at being released from the tyranny of condoms, I HAD enjoyed it and something inside had changed and I knew I’d definitely bareback again and soon. “I have to ask you something” I said, unable to look him in the eye now. He placed a finger softly on my lips, the gesture intended to shush me, “yeh, I am poz”, he said. I sighed deeply, “I guess I expected to get it at some point but I never expected to do it so willingly” He smiled again, leant forward and kissed me gently, “you ready to go again and make sure you do convert?” I looked down and noticed he was hard again, and stroking his big tool. I only smiled and rolled over, raising my ass in the air again ……. And you know what, I was ready!

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.

I love the feeling of my ass loaded with cum and it leaking down my leg on the subway with a wet spot on my paints.

First cruising night in Berlin and I tried a visit to the bar BULL. I stripped to my jock and made my way to the dark room. There were quite a few guys around the room and a couple of guys getting fucked. I knew I had to go for it and bend over a circular table in the middle of the room if I wanted guys to understand I was the main cumdump for use. Fairly quickly I had a finger inside me performing the spunk test. As a cumdump I was disappointed not to offer a pre loaded cunt but I hadn’t had time to get loaded beforehand. The guy moved on. Then I felt I hard cock against my hole. It pushed in balls deep, he withdrew and moved on. This is part of proving you are here as a cumdump. Guys love to stand around and watch a hole take multiple strangers raw dicks. No questions asked and no rubber in sight. I took another couple of quick entries, clearly just trying to rate my hole before using it. My hole was on display for a few minutes as guys walked around looking and watching and touching. A few fingers pushed their way in. Then I had a thick meaty dry cock push at my hole and I let him. I love the sensation of a strangers dick forcing its way in. He said inserted his dick as deep as poss with a few groans then started fucking my hole. As guys watched he fucked and groaned his way until he needed to release. I was fed a cock to suck on, I opened wide and got to work on this strangers tool, with no big fuss the guy fucking me squirted his anon load inside me. He made it clear to those watching I had just been bred. The cock in my mouth was immediately pulled out and slid into the dripping cumload in my ass. Another cock found my mouth. I took another load and another and another. I counted 7 guys taking a turn in me one after the other and I never saw their faces. I had no idea who dumped a load in me or just creamed me. After taking multiple loads I needed a drink and made my way to the bar. I sat on a stool with my m8 while several guys hovered around, I’m sure spunk was dripping from my used hole as I sat at the bar in my cummy jock. After a few minutes I was ready for more cumdump action. Once again I resumed my position bent over a circular table in the middle of the dark room. Once again my hole was fingered by several guys and a rock solid cock made its way into my mouth. Looking down I recognise his l m, he had fucked me already. A complete strangers cock teased my cummy hole for a few moments before sliding in. I now had 2 cocks in my mouth and one in my hole pounding away. I think the 3 guys knew each other as they rotated around and I was made to suck the cock that had just been in my cunt. I was being fed cum ass to mouth. All three of them watched as each of them dumped a load in me. When they had done they moved away and I felt yet another cock slide in. I was fucked real hard and I could hear the cum being fucked out of me. This guy was vocal and spoke German, I have no idea what was being said but it was clear he wasn’t afraid to be watched as he issued abuse and creamed my hole. When he was done I took his load like a good cumdump. I think I took between 15-20 cocks that night and have no idea how many dumped a load in me. I walked to my hotel dripping! I love Berlin!

Ive changed the names of some of the people involved, but this is my story of the first time using T I’m going back quite a few years to tell the story of my first-time using T. My name is Ed and at the time of these events I was 35 years old, 6 years out of the military, and about 5 years out of the closet. I had a tough time coming out to myself. I was brought up thinking ‘fags are weak’ and not something to be admired. I got by telling myself its OK if I’m gay if I’m a top. So, for many years I was 100% top, hunting for bottoms with my bud John, often at the gay campground I belonged to. We’d make a game of how many bottom boys we could get in our sling in a night, making fun of how fast they’d put up their legs after a few drinks. On the leather and motorcycle weekends we had the added fun of fucking the boys in the public play space the camp set up. I was a muscled motorcycle riding tattooed furry leather bear with a thick 8” cock and 2GA PA so getting attention was never a problem. Taking a break I would watch the bottom pigs, ass up in the sling blissfully taking load after load. On the screens all around there was hardcore BB porn playing showing pigs indulging in every fetish imaginable; piss play, fisting, flogging, bondage, blindfolded cumdumps being used from both ends. My friends would say how hot it was, but then smirk and say but of course no self-respecting guy would really do all that. I’d nod in agreement, but in the back of my mind I was thinking “why the hell not?” I’d fucking love to be in that kind of no limits fuck it all kind of pig pile; not worried about who might see or what they might think. I’d experimented with bottoming when I was out of town for work. I’d have some luck, but a lot of times a guy said he wanted to top but then he'd show up and want me to fuck him. I’m not exactly submissive, but I am always eager to please so sure I’d lube up and give a good pounding. In truth I was getting tired of being the on-call top. In the meantime, I practiced with toys in private at home. About this time, I found the Breeding Zone site and started reading all the hot chem sex stories. I was always very strait laced and had only rarely tried pot. At first the stories of guys getting stealth chemmed and used as a cumdump really turned me on. I don’t know how many loads I jacked off reading those stories. Later though I realized I was really turned on by the stories of guys who embraced what they were, and open eyed begged to get turned into a chemmed up fuck hole, knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into and wanting every last greased up cock they could get. Meanwhile a good friend of mine Rick was an expert fister and while he was showing me how to fist properly, he’d insist I needed to experience at least some of what I was doing to the bottom. I agreed and soon it was obvious to him that his 100% top friend liked his hole worked on. I admitted to him that not only did I like being fucked but increasingly I’d been having fantasies about being the kind of totally used fuck hole I’d read about on Breeding Zone. He said that he knew a Master in a town about an hour away who was looking for a once-a-month pig he could turn into his slave and willing fuck-toy. He was rough but sane and if I wanted, he’d pass on my contact information. I was shaken and excited and told Rick yes, if he thought I could live up to Master Tom’s demands I’d very much want to try it. About a week later I get a text saying: You Slave! I hear you need a Master to train you to serve. I replied “Yes Please Sir! I really need to know what it is to be a hole used without limits.” Good Answer! You must always call me Sir, or Master Tom, and when were together you will always be naked. The only time I ever want to hear the word no from you slave is if I ask ”do you want me to stop?” Understood? Yes Sir! This pig is eager to become a naked slave for your use Master Tom Good! I’m free for a long weekend in two weeks. Can you come by my place one evening before then? There will be no sex, I need to inspect you and make sure I’m not wasting my time. In the meantime, send me some full body pics of yourself plus dick and ass shots. Yes, Master Tom, just tell this pig when and where to be and I will comply. A date that suited Master Tom was set and on a Tuesday evening I found myself nervously knocking at his door exactly when he ordered. A tall man in dress slacks and a white shirt answered the door. He was very clean cut and looked more like a Mormon missionary than a slave master. “So, you’re the fuck hole applicant Rick sent me. He says you don’t have any experience as a slave, but you know how to follow orders and don’t whine”. Yes Sir! I want to be a good slave but… Sir Tom stopped me with a quick slap across the mouth. “Pig you will NEVER address me unless you are fucking bare assed” “Do you understand?” I was confused for a moment then quickly stripped off my Camo shorts, tank top, jock, and jump boots. Naked in his open door I dropped to my knees for good measure and said Yes Sir! Thank you for the training, Sir. He seemed pleased and pointed to the living room, get up and walk was all he said. I walked naked into his living room and falling back on my military training stood at attention. I was rock hard! He walked around me looking me over. He kicked my legs open into a wider stance so he could thoroughly check me out. Master Tom said “let’s make this clear. I want an obedient fuck hole that knows this is all about making my cock happy.” If I accept you as a slave, you will always arrive, strip completely and present yourself for inspection. Understand you leave your clothes and rights at the door. I’m a POZ Top and I only BB. I like to parTy and I want my slave to be fucked up too. You can speak normally, what do you think of being my slave. I answered Sir, I’m NEG but understand it’s a slave’s place to take any load without question, please use and breed this pig as you want. I’ve never partied Sir and I’d do anything you ordered totally sober, but yes please put whatever the fuck you want into your pig. Turn me into your shameless tweaked up slave. Good pig. For now, you will call yourself pig. We’ll see if you earn the right to be called a slave. Your first order is for Friday evening. You have way too much hair for a slave. I’ve made arrangements with a shaving Master to make some changes for me. I’ll text you his number and you will arrange for him to shave you. I’ve already told him what I want. Then you can report to me first thing Saturday morning. Is that understood Pig? Oh fuck I thought, I’ve always been a bear. Shaving seemed a big first step, but I took a deep breath and said Yes Master, the Pig will get shaved as ordered Sir. Master Tom seemed pleased; said I was to be naked but could wear my weighted ball stretcher next time we met. I was also to remember that if we chatted online, even if only text I was to be naked when we spoke. With that he told me to get dressed and go, he’d see his new property Saturday AM. After I had dressed and was about to leave Master Tom handed me a black gift-wrapped box. He said it was for his shaving buddy and I could give it to him on Friday. The next day I got a text from Master Tom with a phone number. It said “set up your shaving session and then call me pig”. OH FUCK I recognized that number. It was my buddy John who I hunted bottoms with at camp. I knew he was into shaving his boys but never thought he or anyone I knew would be involved with this exploration of mine. This was a serious shock, I tried to think of some plausible way to get shaved without going to him, but there really wasn’t anyway around it. If I wanted to be the chemmed up fuck hole I’d been fantasizing about I’d have to man up and push through it. I called John and after some beating around the bush said “I think Master Tom set up an appointment for me to get shaved this Friday.” I asked John if he’d be OK doing that with me. John was hesitant, do you really want to be this guy’s slave? Yes John, I fucking need to feel what its like to let go and be someone’s shameless hole. I’m kind of embarrassed that you’ve been pulled into this and since we’re such good friends if you don’t want to get involved, I’ll ask Sir Tom for another barber. John thought a moment and said no he always wanted to get some clippers into my fur. He asked how he could be sure I wasn’t going to back out. I thought a moment and said John, if you do this for me, I will be glad to drive to your house fucking naked and walk in your door bare assed to prove my commitment to this. John said fucking hell yea! Good for you pig, get your bare ass up here by 7pm on Friday. Do you know what your Master asked me to shave? No John, I assumed my ass and maybe cock, but I’m ready to do what I’m told so please don’t tell me. I don’t want to chicken out. I stripped and texted Master Tom telling him I’d made the appointment. He immediately called in video mode. Sir Tom looked me up and down, said good your naked pig. I’m glad you can follow orders. Yes Sir! I explained that I knew Barber master John from camp and it was difficult to open up about what I was doing, but I really want to do this. I explained that to prove to Master John that I meant business I’d begged to drive to his house naked and ready to be shaved. Master Tom said Very Good Pig, you might just earn that slave collar sooner than I thought. Since you’ll be naked anyway, I want you to pull over about 15 minutes away from John’s place on Friday and give me a call. Understood Pig? Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir! Oh and Pig make sure you’re completely cleaned out. My pigs always suck my cock clean after I fuck them, and you will be doing that clean or not. I consider it an incentive for my Pigs to be extra clean. It’s how a hole shows its respect. As a Master I may not be so careful, you’re just a hole so what do I care? Fuuuck Yes Sir! On Friday I gassed up my truck, stripped and threw all my gear into a bag. I try not to fondle myself for the 45-minute drive to John’s place in the mountains. I’m very nervous. I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to expose the sub-pig side of me to my bud. I’ve worked really hard over the years on my hardcore top persona. About 15 minutes from John’s place, I pulled over and called Master Tom. Master Tom says let me see pig, and I show him I’m naked in the truck at an unused gas station. Good Pig, naked, the way you’re going to be the rest of this weekend. Tom says “you look a little nervous pig are you ready to go through with this? “ Sir, yes, pig is nervous, but it wants to obey so badly. That’s a good pig, now I need you to follow a few more orders. First get that gift I sent for John and open it. I’m puzzled but I comply. Inside I find a small box with four crystals of what I assume is T although I’ve never actually seen it for real. You know what that is pig? Sir I think it’s shards of T Sir. I didn’t know John used drugs. Sir, I have no idea if he does or not, but a compliant pig is my gift to him. Now pig lube up and shove one of those shards up your fuck hole as far as you can. I’m surprised this is how my first use of T is happening, but I push the fingernail sized shard up as deep as I can. I can feel a slight burn. The pig has been dosed Sir, thank you Master. That’s a good pig. Hmmm does pig think that’s enough? Master please, order your pig to do more please Sir! Fucking right pig, shove the rest of those shards in your hole. You need to get so fucking hungry for what’s coming. I push the other three slightly larger shards in and report, your pig has been dosed Sir! Thank you. My heart is racing but I don’t know if that’s the T or just the excitement. Sir orders me to lick my fingers clean. I comply. Master Tom says now get a move on pig you only have about 15 minutes before that starts to kick in. Yes Sir and thank you Master. As I drive to John’s my thoughts, which had been nervous and revolving around how embarrassing this was going to be started to change. I started to think about John pounding some willing boy while torturing his nipples. I thought how hot that would be if he put me in his sling. I began to wonder if John would get turned on by shaving me the way he did the boys at camp. He’d often try to BB them while they were distracted. I was getting so horned up by the thought of asking him to BB me, the way a slave is supposed to be used. I got to John’s house starting to really turn into a fucking pig. I walked in, saw John sitting on his barber chair like a throne, geared in leather chaps, vest, and cap. Without a second thought I stood before him, dropped to my knees, and said Please Master John, do whatever the fuck Master Tom wants done to me. Really? John said. Are you really ready for this? Fuck John, I’ve wanted this for so long. Make me into the fuck hole Master Tom wants, please I will do ANYTHING you want to show my gratitude. John laughs and said I’m really going to enjoy this, now start sucking my cock. I crawl forward and start chewing on his jock pouch. I can feel his huge dick start to get hard. I know from watching him using other boys that he loves his nipples worked on, so as I worship his cock through the jock I look up into his eyes and raise my hands to his nipples. He sees the question in my eyes and says yes pig, play with my nips. I begin to twist and work them as I fish his growing cock out of the side of his jock with just my mouth. I know it can grow to over 9 inches and I need that to happen. For 10 minutes or more I just deep throat his dick and play with his nips. I thought the shards had made me high, but they were just beginning to dissolve. A huge wave of lust hits me as I sigh and relax into my position, legs spreading a bit wider, feeling my hole start to take over. John slides his hand down my sweaty back toward my hole. I can’t help but moan as he explores my newly available hole. John stands, holds my face and says, you’re going to get what you want pig, shaved, marked, fucked, and sent away wet. He then grabbed a bottle of poppers held them to one nostril. Breathe deep pig, show me you want this. I filled my lungs deep. After a slow count of ten he pinched the other nostril and said Again! I filled my lungs deep with the fumes knowing the rush that was coming. After a count of ten he let me exhale, then almost as an afterthought put the bottle back up to the first nostril. That’s it pig, let’s get you intoxed real good. I huffed deep wanting to please this man that wasn’t a friend anymore. He was a fat cocked master that I needed to please and had to have him use me. After a few more hits John turned around and rested his arms on the barber chair. I needed no instructions; I buried my face in his ass and started rimming his hole like a starving dog. All I could think about as my head spun from the poppers and the T was how much I needed to please this man. I WANTED my bud to see I was a totally willing cock worshiping cum hungry hole. John’s hole was clean and tasted mildly of soap, but it suddenly hit me that I wouldn’t have stopped even if it wasn’t. I was really becoming the kind of pig I envied from the videos. I continued to eat John’s hole and suckle his balls while pulling on my own sensitive nipples. My cock had gone soft despite how horny I felt; the T dick I read about. That didn’t seem to matter because all that I could think about was getting my hungry hole used. John’s phone chimed and I heard him chuckling to someone. Yes, he’s here and just about totally in the zone. How much do you want me to take off? Really? Here you can tell the pig. John held his phone up, Master Tom was on the line. I looked at him with lust and tina crazed eyes and said simply Master! Master Tom said, “You’re flying high by now pig”. Tell John what you’ve done. I looked up at John and said “before I arrived, I begged Master Tom to let me shove four fat shards of T up my hole. I’ve never done tina before so now I’m high AF. I was nervous, but now I’m proud for you to see me spinning up into totally submissive pig begging to become a slave.” Nice Pig, so you’ve made sure you can’t resist anything I feel like doing to you. No Sir John, I gladly turned myself into a tweaked up obedient cock whore for you to see and use. Help me please Master Tom and show him I’m ready to be his completely obedient slave. Master Tom said perfect! Shave the pig head to toe. He can keep the goatee but trim it down. John said “Hear that pig? You’re getting it all shaved, chest, pits, ass, cock, legs…all of it!” OH FUCK! ….. Yes, please shave me down to a total slave state. Pig needs to be stripped down for Sir. Turn the pig into a hairless object, please. Master Tom says, “I wish I could watch but I’ve got things to do. Pig you won’t mind if John takes pictures for me while he works? “ No, Master Tom, John can take as many pictures as he wants while the pig gets modified for your use. Over the next hour or more John clippers and then razor shaves me from head to toe. I’ve had thick dark body hair since I was 17. I always loved being a bear, but now with the tina running through me I was totally desperate to get shaved down. While John shaved my head I sucked his cock. When he started on my pits I thought I was going to cum. He asked “how you feeling pig?” and I couldn’t stop thanking him for doing this. I so wanted to show him how grateful I was and at first timidly asked him if he’d like to fuck me when he was done. He heard the hesitation in my voice and said not backing out now are you. Fuck no John, I just didn’t want to demand anything from you, but I’d love to be strapped into your sling and have my hole opened wide by your cock. I know you try to stealth the boys at camp. You don’t need to try to trick me, I’d be proud to take your cock bare John. John reminded me he was POZ to which I said I’d be so honored to get bred by you John. I’m going to be a fucking bb slave for Master Tom. He said from now on I only get fucked bare and I don’t get a choice who fucks me. I want to look up at you while you dump a load in me. He asked me are you sure it’s not the tina talking, you might regret this in the morning? John, I reply, I’ve been taking cock in secret on work trips for years. I’ve been ashamed of it but it gets me rock hard asking to be bred. The only thing the tina is doing is helping me tell you without shame that I’m here to get dumped in by anyone and I honestly want you to bone and breed me too. “Hell then let’s get this shaving done pig!” John did a meticulous job removing all my hair then rinsed the lather off by pissing on me. I sucked his cock as he pissed, swallowing some and spitting the rest over my denuded body. Then still dripping with his piss John said get your ass in that sling, Hole. NOW! I ran across the playroom and hopped into the sling; my hungry ass just hanging over the edge of the leather right in place for easy access. I hooked my feet in the stirrups and tightened them, then cuffed my one hand. John’s like “fuck you are eager for this”. He cuffed my other hand then attached them to a bar that would hold them right at his nipples. I knew my job was to get him hard and keep him hard. He took an old dirty jock and soaked it in poppers holding it over my nose and mouth. I sucked the fumes in deep, wanting to be as fucked up for John as I could get. I heard John say something about taking pictures with my camera, and knew I’d be filmed taking his cock raw. I reveled in the complete depravity of it all. John removed the jock and stood in front of me jacking lube on his 9 incher. Talk to me pig. Tell me and the camera what you need. I looked directly into John’s eyes and said “please Sir, help turn me into a bareback cumdump, ride me raw and let me beg for your load in me.” My load? he asked. What kind of load? “Sir John, please fuck your POZ load into this pig. Convert me from a worthless neg hole into a POZed up cumdumpster proud of every load it gets!” As I begged to be violated John grew harder and harder. “Oh Fuck John, please next leather weekend at camp I need you to raw bone me in the public sling. Let the pigs see what kind of filthy hole you’ve turned me into.” That pushed John over the edge and he rammed his cock into me balls deep in one thrust. Even high on tina it fucking hurt but I didn’t stop urging him on. I lay there, ass completely owned by my bud while I worked on his nipples to get him even harder. I worked my hole squeezing and relaxing to make his fuck even better; all the while mumbling a stream of pig filth about turning into a complete and total cock slave. At that point he slowed a bit, grabbed his phone attached to the sling and turned on the camera. You’re going to want a record of this pig. Yea John, film me taking your raw cock in my hungry hole. Help break me down till I don’t care if I’m being broadcast live to complete strangers. Please, please breed this willing pig hole. Fuck feel free to offer me up online if you like. With that John grunted and began unloading deep in me. It felt awesome, being used, making a man feel good using my holes. John slowed but didn’t stop, he continued to churn to load he’d just deposited. He said, I’d love to use you all night, but I have somewhere to be. It is going on 10pm. I suddenly realized just how fucking high I still was from the tina four hours earlier. There was no way I could drive, but I didn’t want to ruin my bud’s night. John saw the worried look in my eyes and said don’t worry, Master Tom has you covered. John helped me from the sling and gave my legs a second to firm up. A moment later though I remembered my instructions and dropped to my knees to suck his cock clean. It tasted of cum, my ass juices, and a bitter taste I would learn was tina. As I cleaned him his phone chimed, and he said, “right on time; just stay there pig.” John walked out of the room and I knelt there looking at myself in the mirrors all around. I saw myself shaved down for the first time. I couldn’t help but run my hands over my smooth body, eventually reaching my wet dripping hole. My fingers went in and I moaned loudly, fuck I felt great, I was a hungry pig with a load in its hole and happy to be one. I thought about grabbing my phone but stayed put playing with my hole and licking the cum off my fingers. Suddenly I heard a new voice, deep and loud. Hell, that’s a site, a newly minted chem pig working its hole. I looked up to see a huge bear of a man in dirty jeans, work boots and a wife beater, being led into the room by John. I staired at this new arrival, mouth gaping, and whined a little in the back of my throat. John said this is Trucker Mark, he’s a friend of Master Tom. Your Master realized you’d be in no shape to drive; so, since his buddy here had to deliver a cab to the local Truckstop, he asked him to drive your car and you down to Allentown and deliver you both to Sir Tom when his shift ends. I finally swallowed and found my voice, “Thank you very much Trucker Mark! … “May I please suck your cock, Sir”

Just bred him for round one!

I love darkrooms. Taking cock after cock not knowing whose they are. Take as many loads as I can get. And then walk out with my arse dripping cum! Love it.

That can be a bit disconcerting the 1st time it happens. I was in the supermarket the 1st time I had an ass full of cum got that urge in public and luckily did make it to the washroom. If I'm not in a place where it could cause embarrassment or I have pants on that are thick enough to contain it I actually relish it. If I'm at home afterward I simply put a towel under my ass and enjoy the feeling of my wet loose hole and the inevitably cum farts.

CHAPTER 2 EV: As I woke up, I knew I wasn’t in my own bed, and something was very wrong. Nothing seemed to be wrong, other than being groggy, but I was safe and whole, still fully dressed. Then I remembered the Mr. Rugged and panicked a bit. I started to move to sit up. “Easy now, beautiful, you’re OK, and safe. You passed out on me in the truck, and since I didn’t have your home address, yet, I brought to home and put you in the guest room.” “Oh. Thank you. I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened. That’s never happened to me before.” “Here, take these ibuprofen and drink some water.” My handsome savior handed over a couple of pills and a bottle of water. I opened the bottle, popped the pills and emptied the bottle. “Thanks again” “Sure. Now, unless you want me to take you home right now, why don’t you sit up here with me tell me what you had in mind before crashing out on me.” He grabbed me and pulled me over to sit between his stretched out legs; my back to his chest. I gave out a sigh and let myself sink into his embrace. “Well, I like getting manhandled, like you just did.” He pulled my hair back and laid a kiss under my ear. “I like getting kissed under my ear, too. But really, I just like being submissive.” “That’s music to my ears.” We sat like that and chatted for bit. His scruff making my neck raw from his kissing and his rubbing. His hands roaming my chest and under my top. In no time, I was sweating and felt too hot in my skin. His touches and grunts were like sparks under my skin. I felt wired. I couldn’t stop squirming and just wanted more and more of him. BEN: I knew when the ecstasy had kicked in. My little hole was moaning and writhing in my hands. I’d had to clamp my legs over his to keep him still. It was time to get this show on the road. I moved out from under them and rolled them under me, pinning them to the mattress. Grinding against them to keep them distracted. I moved their hands over their head and before they knew it, I had their wristed secured to the cuffs on the headboard. “Hey! What the fuck!” I cut his complaint off with a kiss. “Ssssh, beautiful, and be good for me. Let me be in charge here, and I promise to make you fly.” I grabbed a handful of their head and bared their throat to me, and I went after it, sucking a nice big bruise into their skin. I grinned at myself, knowing this wouldn’t be the only bruise I left. “Stay right there, and I’ll be back for you in just a moment”. I left the room and quickly picked up a few things I wanted to use as this stage: more restraints, a gag, my bowie knife, and a blindfold. I had plenty of T and other things in the room with my Hole, already. Now my beast was ready to come out to play. I walked back into the room and sat everything down at the foot of the bed out of my Hole’s sight. I held onto the blindfold and crawled onto the bed, straddling Ev, leaning over and giving him a big wet kiss. I knew the ecstasy was in full effect as they moaned into my mouth and squirmed under me. I slipped the blindfold over their eyes with sweet talk calming their nerves. Once I had my Hole bound, blindfolded, and squirming, it was time to really get started on his training. I grabbed stuff out of the nightstand, including lube and a small plug. I lubed up the plug and leaned over and started sucking Ev’s cock while gently playing with their ass with the plug. I wanted to get them squirming and begging for more. Once I got the plug seated, I removed it and stuffed my Hole over and over; I wanted to train it to not resist. I grabbed a very well dosed booty bump and pulled the plug out, quicky replaced it with the syringe and flooded it with the chemmed saline. I forced another bigger plug up my Hole with one forceful push, eliciting a whine and moan from Ev. I left the plug for a few minutes, as I wanted the saline to properly absorb for anything more. I leaned over and gave Ev more and more kisses and spent more time sucking bruises into their tender neck and shoulders. Once I was sure thing were well absorbed based on Ev’s reactions, I grabbed the gag and calmed them with sweet talk as I gagged my Hole’s sweet mouth. At this point, it was time to really start training. I moved back down between their legs….I had pulled out a few dildos and plugs, some quite large. I had some finely crushed T on hand. I pulled out the plug from my Hole’s cunt and toyed with it…plunging it back in, making that tight rim stretch around it until it wasn’t giving me any more resistance. I rolled the tip of the plug in the crushed T and then brutally shoved it back inside the cunt, hearing Ev squeak and whine and groan around the gag in the mouth. I picked up and lubed up a fat 10” dildo. My beast was over this play and it was time to ruin. I yanked out the plug and immediately shoved the fat dildo to the hilt. I loved the sounds of pain and discomfort coming from higher up on the bed. I watched my Hole struggle to adjust, but I wasn’t letting that happen. I pulled it all the way out and before the little cunt could even close it went all the way back in. I did this over and over, again and again until I could fell no more resistance. I was growling with ever sob and jerk of this lithe body bound in this bed. Over and over….over and over, I brutalized my Hole. I grabbed another plug and coated the tip in crushed T again and forced it deep inside. My Hole wasn’t nearly out of their mind enough for what I planned next. I stepped off the bed and grabbed my knife and a torch from the bedside table. I leaned over and removed my Hole’s gag. I wanted to hear them for this part. Ev was sobbing and moaning and begging me. I was kissing them and brushing their hair back and calming them with quiet words. “It’s OK sweetheart, you were so good for me. I loved watching how your beautiful body sang for me. You’re such a sweet thing. So beautiful, so submissive, so mine.” I calmed them to the best I could given I know their cunt was stuffed and sore, knowing they were high and the chems had their body wanting something…just more of whatever something it was. “Be a good little hole for me and let your Master have you. I know you want like this next part, but I will, and I know you want to please me and satisfy me”. I stepped back and slid a little paper mask over his mouth and nose; a little paper mask that held a cotton ball soaked in poppers. My little Hole would need to a little more now. I reached over and picked up the knife, lit the torch and started running my blade through the blue flame. A huge grin crossed my face and could hardly wait.

Chapter 33 : Double Dads The next morning I woke to Marc licking up and down my back, and then eating my ass and telling me he wanted to breed me. He then leaned over and planted a deep kiss on me saying he loved me. As Marc was fucking me, my step dad woke up, and positioned his rock hard cock in Marc's ass. He just stood there letting Marc do all the work. I felt Marc shoot his load up my ass, but he didn't pull out. He remained motionless for a bit and my step dad had to start pumping. It wasn't long though before Marc started thrusting again though. My step dad pumped load number 20 in Marc's ass and then began to taste his hole, swapping his cum with me. We all dressed and headed for breakfast. Loads 21 and 22 were up Marc's ass afterwards. My step dad was the first to mount Marc. Before he did, he slipped a cruel condom on his cock. Instead of fucking him roughly as I expected he was loving and gentle. He knew that our weekend was quickly coming to an end, and Marc's hole was already battered good, yet he had to do what he had to do to accomplish my goal. Marc was also not his pig self. He was however vocal in saying things like make love to me and I love the way your beautiful cock stretches my hole. Once my step dad finished, it was my turn. The cruel condom did as intended on Marcs hole, but I grabbed the bottle brush to brush him deep where I would deposit my toxic load. Once again, Marc was not his usual piggy self. As I was breeding him, he told me he loved me and was super happy that I agreed to make him a part of his life forever. Once I finished, we once again plugged Marc's ass to let our venom soak in. My real dad stopped by and found us all in bed together naked. He was getting ready to leave the campground and was wearing a tight wife beater and a tight pair of shorts. Marc jumped from the bed and planted his lips on him. He slowly started rubbing his chest, and playing with his nipples. My real dad started stroking his hair and telling Marc he was so happy for him. He told Marc he was excited that he would soon be a part of the Brotherhood, and hopefully he played a part in it. Marc then reached down and started rubbing my real dads cock, which was straining in his already tight jeans. Marc looked him in the eyes and said make love to me one more time before you leave Sir. By now I was ass up with my step dad about to enter my ass. We moved over on the bed and invited them to join us. Marc got on the bed close to me, and started kissing me as my real dad started to strip. He then got behind Marc and started kissing my step dad. They then grabbed each other's cocks and my real dad said let's give the boys what they want. Both dads teased our holes by rubbing and slapping our asses with their cocks. My step dad started eating my ass, while my real dad removed Marcs plug and did the same. Both dads then started to finger our holes before putting their cocks in us. It reminded me of the first time my step dad made move to me. Some teasing, slow and steady fucking and romantic. Even better was the fact that my best friend was besides me, having my real dad making love to him. Confident that our combined seed would make Marc even closer to the three of us. Waiting for Marc to show signs of conversion. What more could I ask for? My step dad said he was about to cum, and my real dad said slow down, and let's try and fill the boys at the same time. Although my step dad hadn't been pumping my ass at a fast pace, he slowed down some. I was of no help as my ass was clamping down hard on his cock, being turned on by the four of us in bed, horny and wanting his seed deep in me. My real dad said he was getting close, and started fucking Marc harder, and so did my step dad. They both intended on shooting in our second holes. Both of them gave one final hard thrust as their seed flooded our guts. Load 23 was now inside of Marc. As we lay there with the two dads cocks still in us, Marc kissed me and said he wanted me to make love to him. My dad's pulled out of us, and I mounted Marc. My dad's moved to the sofa and started kissing and caressing each other as I made love to Marc. I was a bit rougher with Marc than my real dad was, and knew I wouldn't take long to fill him deeply, adding my load to my real dads seed deep Inside Marc. Before long, Marc's 24th Load was in him, and he was plugged. My real dad said he had to leave. He got dressed and planted a deep kiss on Marc saying he couldn't wait for him to be not only a part of the Brotherhood, but part of our family.

I love playing with my elastrator.

The deeper and more intense the impregnation, the better for both. I appreciate breeders who pull out carefully to leave their seed where they pumped it. I've noticed that when hung guys have impregnated me deep and they pull out, it seems to take forever for their dicks to get out of me, and the feeling is so cum-slick that my ass often spasms from the pleasure during and after they pull out. As great as multiple men's seed feels in our holes, for me, a single hung breeder who has a solid impregnation drive/kink that matches or exceeds my own (hard to imagine) and the energy, intensity, and virile seed to back it up will always be the experience I gravitate to more. Now, if he's already a father and has known good sperm it makes the impregnation so much better. Knowing and feeling how much a man wants you knocked up with their DNA matters. I bond well with men who like to know their seed is being cherished inside me as I go about my day.

Get a PA piercing and stretch it to accomodate a 0g ring. It'll look like a cute little pierced clit as it shrinks down.

I’m surprised nobody has talked about the physical sensations yet. I think the most I’ve had was 4 loads from 2 guys and I had to take the bus home afterwards - maybe it’s just me or maybe it was because of the constant movement/shaking of the bus but it was liking trying to hold in a restless shit. I could feel the loads in my rectum wanting to come out, then after a few moments of clenching my ass to keep them in they would be “swallowed” and move back in deeper, and I could hear/feel a gulp or gurgling sensation each time that happened. It was a bit nerve wracking because I was worried I was going to shit it all out on the bus but that physical sensation of having something constantly move around inside you, especially knowing it’s something that was put there by 2 other men, is extremely erotic.

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.

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

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.

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.

Damn, I really need to expand my horizons on darkrooms. I'm pretty sure I prefer the visual stimulation, but can definitely comprehend the appeal you describe and have experienced a handful of times at a darkroom in LA, a lot of my opinion was formed based on the only darkroom I have regularly frequented, which was at Hawks PDX, which was never completely dark and very rarely experienced the type of activity you described. I did post a thread that is essentially about darkroom etiquette here.

PART 4 Justin, Mike and I just laid on the bed all high as fuck and we passed the bong around and gave each other shotguns. They both made sure that I got shotgunned by both of them, and I wasn’t complaining. I felt amazing and my ass was on fire. I had a big plug in it to keep their loads inside but it was aching for more cock to use it. I felt incredibly trashy, but safe with these older men who seemed to know what they were doing. I was just along for the ride. Well, as long as the ride involved cock up my ass as much as possible. My phone buzzed and it was Jake saying he was at the hotel and on his way up. Justin laughed nervously and said “oh shit, what have I done,” and Mike tried to reassure him. Even spun out of my head, I could see that it might be best if Jake didn’t just bust in on the three of us naked, high and smelling like sex. I told them to both go take a shower. They laughed and went to rinse off. I made sure to tell them both not to use any soap on their nuts, butts or pits. I wanted them to smell amazing. Jake’s knock came on the door and they both stood up, went to the large bathroom and closed the door. I decided to just wing it and answer the door naked. He knew what he was coming over for, just not ALL of it. I looked through the peep hole and there he was. Looking pretty sexy. I opened the door, hiding my junk behind it while we said our hellos, so I didn’t flash some unsuspecting person in the hallway. Jake was wearing little shorts, a tank top and not much else. He was about my height, 5’4” tall and thick around the middle, but also muscled, with big legs. Like me, he was very furry for a young guy, and I found myself getting really turned on, but of course my cock wouldn’t get hard because of the T. He nervously looked around and said “where are the other guys?” I laughed to put him at ease and said they were in the shower rinsing off after round one. I brazenly told him that they had both fucked me and turned around to show him the buttplug in my ass. He touched it and I moaned. “That’s so fucking hot,” Jake said. “I really wanna fuck you, dude. I’ve been wanting to hook up with you since we first flirted online.” He grabbed me behind the head and pulled my face to his, rubbing his goatee against mine and kissing me deeply. I could smell the scent from his unwashed pits and pulled away from his kiss to deeply inhale his amazing scent. This boy smelled great, and his armpits were making my hole ache for more cock. Jake quickly pulled off his tank and shorts and he was just wearing a really sexy yellow jockstrap with a very full pouch. His cock was already rock hard. He whispered in my ear, “dude, I wanna fuck you so bad.” And gently pushed me back toward the bed and fell on top of me. We continued to make out and when we came up for air he saw the bong not he bedside table and said “fuck, dude you party too? Let’s get FUCKED up and fuck all night!” He grabbed the bong and lighter and took a huge hit, shotgunning it back and forth with me until it was gone. Then we did another, and another. I just kept getting more and more spun out of my head from the shotguns and booty bumps. I could hear the shower stop and a minute later I heard the door open. Jake’s back was to the door and I saw Mike stick his head around the corner and give me a look as if to say “well? Now?” I responded by nodding slightly so he knew that it was time. Then he quietly walked up behind Jake, who was laying on top of me making out, and lightly pinched his nipple. Jake moaned a little bit and turned to see who the intruder was. He almost jumped off the bed. “Uncle Mike? What the fuck!? What are you doing here?” Mike just laughed and said ”It’s ok, Jake, I’m here for what you’re here for. This sexy little piece of ass. Adam and I have been fucking for a while and when my buddy came to town I invited Adam over to have a threeway.” Jake still looked astonished to see his Uncle in the room and Mike sat down on the bed and pulled Jake to him, burying his nephew’s head in his hairy chest and kissing the top of his head. “I’ve hoped this might happen for a while now, Jake. I’m glad it is. I’ve always thought you were a hot little fucker. Having to shave at 14 and back hair at 17 meant you were going to turn out to be a really sexy. You definitely got the family hair genes.” Jake just laughed and said “I can’t believe it. I’ve been fantasizing about you my whole life. I jerked off so many times as a teenager remembering a glimpse I caught of you changing into your speedo!” Mike grabbed Jakes head and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss and when they separated he said “I know we’re going to have a great time tonight. Are you ready for one more?” Jake laughed and looked at him and said “fuck yeah. Let’s get this party started.” Justin was obviously listening in on this conversation through the open bathroom door, and he came walking across the room with his big uncut daddy cock swinging in front of him. “Is there room for one more?” Justin laughed as Jake’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in under 5 minutes. Mike’s “buddy” had arrived.

BEING A BERLIN CUMPIG… AGAIN! The following night I wanted more. We started in a bar called New Action and my m8 eyed up a fit guy in his 30s sat drinking on his own. He was horny as fuck looking in his tight jeans and white Nike trainers. When he moved to the toilets I followed him. He stood there rubbing his crutch. I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his jeans. He had the tightest white boxers hiding a boner. I pulled at the front of them and unleashed his dick. He pushed it into my mouth and as I sucked his bell end I undid his belt. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and I sucked him good. As I worked his cock in my mouth he told me I looked a filthy pig when he saw me at the bar. I sucked away until we were being watched by a few guys, he then pulled away and left. I headed back to the bar with my m8 oblivious. Soon after we moved next door, the bar I had been ass up and a cumdump the night before, Bull. I stripped to my jock again, handed in my clothes and enjoyed a drink at the bar. I told my m8 I was going for a wonder but in effect I wanted loading. I got to the dark room and there were plenty of guys standing around. I bent over the bench as I had done the night before. A guy stood in front of me, so I was starring at his crotch while he wanked. I moved my head to get my mouth closer but the tease took a small step back so he was out of reach. Then I heard a German accent from behind me ask, ok to fuck you? I loudly responded, fuck, yes please. He stuffed his solid dick inside me and started fucking me. Now the guy in front stepped forward and inserted his creamy wanked cock in my mouth and made the most of the pounding rhythmic thrusts, so I was sucking him deep every time the guy went balls deep. Once again guys gathered round to watch. The guy fucking me stopped and pulled out, I have no idea if he unloaded but the cock I had been sucking now moved round behind me and slid into my hole. He fucked hard and fast and definitely bred me while the group watched. I had what I wanted, at least one load inside me. As soon as he pulled out I felt a tongue in my ass. A guy was now on his knees rimming my used hole and eating cum I had fucked into me. He stood up and slid his dick into me and gave me a fucking, then he was back on his knees again. He repeated this several times, eating my ass and creaming cum. When he stopped I stood up and casually walked back to the bar for a drink. I was getting cocky knowing my hole was an easy target for so many random cocks. I sat with my m8 with a freshly used cummy hole having a pint, and fucking loved it. After 10 mins I was ready to be a slut again. I walked back to the darkroom and there was plenty of fucking going on around the room so I sat and watched and wanked and fingered my hungry hole. After about 10 mins the bench was free, so once again I took my position bent over it. I was face down when I noticed the trainers on the guy from the bar next door earlier, in front of me. Both of my holes were vacant, but my ass was dripping. He stepped forward and again placed his cock in my mouth. I enthusiastically sucked him again. When he had finished using my mouth he swapped ends and slid his dick into my cum loaded hole. It felt amazing and I had hoped I would get a chance to take it. He just made sure his cock was covered in cum and the swapped ends again. He lent over and told me to clean it up and called me faggot. I happily ate the cum from my cunt and licked him clean. Then he went back inside me again for another coating. Once again I was fed spunk from my hole. While he was in my mouth a random strangers dick forced itself unexpectedly into my cunt. It was rock solid, thick and felt sleazy. Sure enough this guy was serious. I was pounded real hard and with a random rhythm. He put on a show and attracted attention. He grunted loudly and uttered in German, that I didn’t understand, my guess was that it was abuse there were a few guys watching him as his pounding got louder and louder and harder. He gave one of the hardest and most frantic fucks I can remember, he fucked like a machine. Just as I had imagined a sleazy German bar fuck would be. He rode my hole in front of everyone and made me his bitch. I was rewarded for totally giving in and taking it when he unleashed a hot load and flooded my cunt with his cum. When he pulled out he lent over and told no me I had a great fuckable cunt! Praise indeed. I loved that there were so many guys offering their cocks and loads and not a condom in sight! Just how it should me. Once again I felt a hard cock plow my cunt. Once again I sniffed my poppers and let them use me, no questions asked. I have no idea how many cocks or loads I took but it was pretty constant. Eventually I noticed 2 lads with American accents with their cocks out in front of me. I had already sucked them both in turn while they watched a couple of other guys fuck me. Now I heard them talking to each other, one said to the other, make him suck us both at the same time. I responded by opening my mouth as wide as possible. I managed to have them both in my mouth but the rhythm from the fucking I was getting made it difficult to maintain. After a few minutes one of them instructed the other, ‘go slide your cock in him! Sure enough he did as he was told, when a guy pulled out he slid in and I was then being spit roasted by them. From listening to them talk to each other it was clear they were a couple and each one liked to tell the other what to do. I heard him say ‘go balls deep in him’ and ‘fuck his throat deeper’. They changed ends a couple of times and liked me sucking the cock that had just fucked me. I was only too happy to oblige. Eventually one of them told the other, ‘Go on, dump your load in him’. He used my cunt to get off and unloaded a full load while his boyfriend watched. There’s something incredibly horny about taking a guys load while his boyfriend watches. When he was done he pulled out and told his boyfriend it was his turn. Again, they swopped ends and was given a cum dripping cock to clean up while he watched his other half fuck and then dump a load in me. With my cunt dripping from their cum I was done. I had been fucked and bred by so many anon cocks and not a rubber in sight! I loved my Berlin breeding! I’m tempted to book my regular sexual health checkup, can’t wait to find out what souvenirs I collected! 😈

Chapter 4: The Birth of a Pig Chase pulled his hand out of my mouth, and I looked up at him needing more. I was lost having become officially his, and I didn't want to return back into my own being. I loved having my choice, agency, and self taken away. It was the most comforting feeling I had ever experienced. Chase pulled me up. "I'm going to get something, and I need you to be patient. If you're good, I'll reward with you with such pleasure that ends in a gift that you will never forget." I didn't know what Chase meant, but I loved the sound of it. "Okay. Anything you want, Chase." "Lucas, I need your complete trust. You can't freak out, or question me no matter what. I need you to hand everything over to me. If you can do this, I can set you free. What do you say? This sounded terrifying because I had no idea what Chase had in mind. What was I doing? Who was I? Just a few hours ago I was a heteronormative male who was excited to move to Vermont. I thought it would be a great place to find a down-to-earth girl, marry her, and start a family. And yet here I was with another guy's cum in my hair, and a deep desire to become something other than myself. While it was terrifying, a different path was being dangled in front of me, and I knew I couldn't walk away from it. "I'm yours." Chase smiled, "I knew you couldn't say no. I know what you need more than anyone else." He was right. "Now, I have to go downstairs and get something, and I need you to be a good boy and wait here. Remember, don't go back into your head. Stay here with me in this moment. You don't think, just do." Chase quickly put his clothes back on and walked toward the door. Before he left he turned to me and said, "No thinking." When Chase closed the door, I rushed to the window to see where he was going. Maybe I could figure out what he was getting. I saw him walk out ground floor door, walk a few doors over. There was a homeless man sitting on a stoop, and Chase stopped to say something to him. What was happening? Why was Chase talking to this filthy, cracked out guy? I watched as Chase gave the homeless man some money, and in return the man gave Chase a bag. Holy shit! Did Chase just buy drugs off some random dude living the street!?!? Fuck. What had I gotten myself into. My heart was beating so hard it felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. As Chase turned around, to walk back toward my apartment, he glanced up at the window and shot me his beautiful smile. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What do I do? Should I lock the door, take a shower, crawl into bed, and pretend like this never happened. Or do I do what felt so right, and follow Chase's commands. I sunk down onto the couch, paralyzed by my conflicting thoughts. I heard the door open, and in walked Chase. "Lucas, I see what you're doing." Chase walked over to me and sat down. He grabbed my face so I was looking right into eyes. "I told you to stop thinking. There is nothing to consider. You have no choice here but to submit." He pulled me in to a deep kiss. My mouth opened and his tongue entered. My mind went blank, and that intoxicating feeling swept over me again. I pulled Chase toward me, and he wrapped his big arms around me and pulled me into his wide chest. I was gone. "This is your new life, Lucas. By the end of tonight, you'll be so far gone, you can't go back. I'm going to make you into a cum dump pig, and you're going to beg me to do it. You're going to love it. Now, I need you to come to the end of the couch and climb on all fours." I didn't blink. I got up, and pushed my ass into the air. Chase went into my kitchen. I could hear him opening up drawers and doors. I heard him walk back over to me, and I felt Chase rub something cold onto my ass. Then I felt an object being pressed against my ass. "Push out like you're going to take a shit." Suddenly the object popped into my ass. I heard Chase open up a water bottle, and began to pour it into what I now realized was funnel. "Now you're going to hold this water in you for 10 seconds, and you're going to position yourself over this bowl. Then I want you to release the water." What was happening? "Here we go." I felt full, but just when I thought I was going to explode, I felt Chase put the bowl against my ass. I positioned myself so I was over it, and I released. "Good," said Chase. He walked into the bathroom, and I heard him empty the contents into the toilet and flush. We did that several more times. Chase rubbed my back affectionately and said, "Now you're ready. Lucas, do you trust me? Are you willing to become a part of me?" No thinking. "Yes. Fuck yes." Again, I felt Chase apply lube onto my virgin hole, and slowly insert a finger into me. He slowly pushed it all the way into me, and twisted it. At first it hurt, and then I remembered I wasn't supposed to think. So I went blank, and my ass opened up for him. Then the pain turned to pleasure. He slowly withdrew his finger. I heard him rustling with a plastic bag. "This is beginning of your new life, Lucas." I felt a sharp pain, and realized that Chase was sliding whatever was in that bag into my ass. Wow, that was a burning I couldn't ignore. Wow. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed. "Just sit with it. It will dissipate. Give it a minute." Suddenly, the fire died down, and a rush like I've never felt came over me. And in that moment, I was no longer Lucas. My identity was gone. All I could think about was my hole. I couldn't stop opening it. I couldn't stop thinking about how much I needed my hole to be filled with anyone, or anything. Fuck! It was incredible. "Chase, please flood my hole. Fuck. Please. Fuck. I need it so bad. Oh my fucking god. Please, Chase." "Welcome, pig. Now that you're awake, it's time to set you free."

I got to the Baths around 5 p.m. and started breeding almost immediately. I lost track of how many, but I know I shot at least half a dozen Loads, including a couple in a Bottom who was one of my regulars. They were all hot Fucks, but the last one was an almost spiritual exercise. That would never have happened a month ago, but I've become addicted to Gifting. Now I'm a Man on a Mission. It was almost 3 a.m.; and I was dead tired, but determined to spew my Venom into one more Pussy. After several passes through the corridors and Maze, I found my Mark. He was on hands and knees in his room, Butt in the air, Lube on the mattress, and no Condoms in sight. I invited myself in and fingered his Hole. It was dry. I would be his first Load of the night. I love shoving my Dick into a Butt full of Jizm—the World's Best Lube—but being first gave me the chance to stretch and tear his Hole so that my POZ Bug could work it wonders. Absolutely Awesome! Before I could mount his Ass, though, Mark moved his hot wet mouth to my huge Pig Nips and began sucking and chewing. Fuckin' Fabulous! Most guys go right for the Dick, but my Nips are even more sensitive than my Cock, and getting them pulled and twisted gets me even harder. After a bit I pulled up his head and pushed my tongue into his tonsils. We frenched like there was no tomorrow. The Chemistry was there, and I knew this was going to be ONE REALLY GREAT FUCK—one which would make it easier for me to Honor My Commitment. Mark was a white lad, early 20s, slim and lightly muscled—no Twink, but close to it, who was gonna get a Load of Daddy's POZ Jizm. I'm 41, Latino, 5'10", almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and a PURPOSELY POZZED NEG who was about to REPLICATE THE RITUAL. "Oh fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! I need your fucking Dick SOOOOO BAD!" I flipped him over and hoisted his slender, shaven legs to my shoulders and my Dick was drooling Slime on his Pussy when the goddamned Mark whipped out a Condom. Fuckin' Tease! Had it been earlier, I would have stormed out of there in pursuit of other Prey, but late as it was, I didn't want to take the chance of cummin' up with nothin'. So in one fell swoop I shoved my bare Dick up to the Pubes in Mark's Rectum. His looseness and my ease of penetration convinced me the Queen had been around the block before and whetted my appetite to put him out of his misery. As the element of surprise succumbed to the discomfiture of unlubed Coitus, I suspected Mark had gleaned my motivation—the way he struggled. It took all of my strength to pin him down. He tried to push me off, but I proved by far the stronger. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers." I held him tight as his Hole ripped and tore before my rapacious Onslaught. "BAREBACK ONLY!" He grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, Bitch, you know you want it! A minute ago you were begging me to screw you! You know you fuckin' need it!" But, clearly, he was having second thoughts , so I tried to be more tactful. "Come on, Baby. Take Daddy's Dick. You know you want It. You got a real sweet Pussy there, and Daddy wants to make both of us feel good." A little flattery—and Mark was babbling like a baby. "Oh God, Daddy, I need your Cock in me so bad! Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Mark worked my Nips moaning like a Bitch in Heat. My Dick was rock hard, partly due to the unlubed friction of his Hole, but mainly because I'd contemplated POZZING his Dumb Ass. The guy was NEG--or thought he was—if he wanted me to use a Rubber. I strove harder to remove all doubt as to what happens to a fuckin' horny Bareback Bottom at the Tubs. "I'm gonna seed your Pussy, Boy, know that? You're gonna get Daddy's Charged Cum deep in your Ass. That's what you really want, don't you, you fuckin' Bitch? You want Daddy to seed and breed you like the fuckin' Little Whore you are." "Oh yeah, Daddy! That's what I want! I want you to fuck me! But please, Daddy, PULL OUT before you Cum. P-U-L-E-A-S-E !" Fucking Little Fool! Was he for real? Did he really think I'd pass up the opportunity to POZ his stinkin' Butt? Long as I live, I'll never understand these simple-minded Faggots who think they can bareback night after night and stay NEG. "Sorry, Fucker. I don't do Rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting Daddy's Dick and Load, just like you deserve It. Get ready, Boy, cause I'm gonna breed your Ass!" He just kept moaning and pushing up to meet my thrusts. "HERE IT CUMS, QUEER BOY! Here Cums Daddy's Creamy Seed infiltratin' your NEG Pussy! Goddamn, yeah, Motherfucker! I'm spraying my Stud Juice deep up your Hole, R-I-G-H-T T-H-I-S M-O-M-E-N-T !" Walking around almost an hour before I met this Kid, obsessing about this very special moment, I'd worked up a helluva Charged Load. I juiced the whole inside of his Pussy with POZ Seed, so much so my Balls spasmed over and over and I thought I'd never stop shooting. I shoved my tongue deep down his throat and thrust my hips against his fragile body, intent on planting so much goddamned Virus in his Gut he'd taste It in his Gullet. I kissed him passionately, telling how good he felt, determined to massage my Venom into his Ass Walls and from there into his Capillaries. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh, Daddy," he kept chanting, too shocked or awed, or maybe both, to do anything but lie there and take It as the devastation of his Stupid Faggot Body commenced. I couldn't remember when I'd experienced such an Orgasm, but it was past; and suddenly I wanted out of there in the worst way, and the Mark I'd just bred seemed SOOOOO REPULSIVE. I wondered if he'd Cum, but then I realized I didn't give a Shit.

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?

After hitting 30, the covid lock down hit hard and I gained a bit of weight. At the end of 2021, and coincidentally the end of Covid restrictions, I decided to eat healthier. Especially since my colleagues, who are in their 20's, are all buff and work out regularly. This comparison was even more glaring once we all went back to the office. I didn't rush though, I lost about 40 lbs in those two years by portion control for meals and occasional stationary biking. I'm back to my old weight of 120lbs. I'm a short thing and I've always been attracted to men who are taller, and usually older. My college days were spent hooking up with older tall men into tiny Asian boys. It was always safe though. I have been in a relationship with the man I love for several years now, but very soon into the start of it I realized I can't get everything sexually I wanted from him. For example, he is a total bottom. And while I love fucking him, sometimes I crave the days of being manhandled by someone and going balls deep in me. My boyfriend and I fuck bareback, so over the years, if I hook up with someone else it was always with a condom. And these hook ups were very few and far between and usually someone who I've hooked up with before. I don't have much trust in dating apps. About a several months ago, I hooked up with someone who kept insisting to fuck me raw. While I find the idea super hot, I declined. He tried to fuck me with a condom but he kept going limp. I can't blame him. I can't remember topping with a condom and I'm almost certain I'd go soft too. I started looking into PrEP as a just in case. I talked to my doctor about it and he agreed that while condoms are still the best choice, it won't hurt to add PrEP into my daily prescription/vitamin regimen. I've been taking it ever since but honestly haven't thought much about it. I haven't really had the urge to get fucked recently. Now at the present, I'm finally confident enough to go to a gym and get my body toned. I signed up for a membership close by, with my only intention being getting healthier. I checked in on a weekend at around 3pm and the place was relatively dead, which I like because I'm a total introvert and still a bit self-conscious. I did my thing for about two hours, very proud of myself and headed for the locker room. There was only one other person in there who I didn't pay much mind to. As I was getting undressed, I noticed from my peripheral vision that this person kept glancing at me. I wrapped my towel around my waist so I can pull off my shorts and boxer-briefs without going full monty. I gave him a quick glance and we made eye contact for a couple of seconds. He was this tall black guy about 6'4" with short hair, a set of wireless headphones around his head. He was probably early to mid 40's, I can't be sure. He was wearing a shirt with the sleeves and sides ripped to his torso. I can see his enormous pecs and I felt a slight tingle in my pants. As I was pulling off my underwear I lowered my gaze to his grey sweats and saw that something massive was bulging. I felt my hole twitch. I quickly turned around nervous cause I didn't want to get in trouble in case I was misunderstanding the situation. I tried to clear my head of all these thoughts and grabbed my toiletry bag and shoved my duffel in the locker and locked it. I kept my eyes down with one hand on the towel around my waist as I walked towards the shower. When I was about to get into the small hall with the showers and dressing room, I heard movement behind me and a deep voice says "Hey..." I turned and put on an indifferent expression and replied "Hey." He looked me in the eye and said "Do you go black?" My mind was racing now. Did I hear him correctly? Does he mean what I think he means? I asked "I'm sorry?" Pretending I didn't hear so he'd repeat it. My heart felt like it was gonna jump up my throat. "Do you go black?" he said again. I heard myself say "I'm not sure what you mean." I think I wanted him to tell me exactly what he meant so there was no room for misinterpretation. He gave a small smile and shook his head and said "It's ok. Nevermind." He turned and started to walk back to the lockers. I guess my acting dumb made him think he misread me and that I wasn't gay or something, cause if I was, how would I not know what he meant? I kinda started to panic cause his sexy body and that bulge in his pants made me crave getting pounded. I blurted "I do... I do, though" He smiled and walked closer towards me and glanced at the entrance, then his eyes swept the bottom of the stall doors to make sure there was no one else there. When he was satisfied that we were in fact alone he turned to me and whispered "Show me." I tentatively grabbed the ends of my towel with both hands then slowly peeled it off. I was embarrassed cause my dick was already precumming. But it seems he wasn't at all interested in my dick anyway cause he whispered "Turn around..." So I turned and show him my ass and I heard him take a breath. He glanced at the entrance again and said "Go into that one at the end" then walked back towards the locker rooms. I turned and knew he meant the big dressing room with the handle bars for the disabled. The shower stall doors are translucent frosted glass while the dressing rooms have solid black ones. And even though they have gaps between the door and the floor, the big dressing room has its wall with the bench obscured so even if people glance at the bottom of the door, they wont see legs as unless they actually stick their heads in and look to the side. I slowly walked towards it, my hands shaking. I put my toiletry bag on the bench, wondering if he wanted me to wait long, but as I turned around he was already entering the room with his duffel bag and locking the door behind him. I was so nervous I couldn't think. He bent down and placed his duffel on the floor then turned to face me. Being this close to him just drove home how much bigger he was than me and I thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. This man can split me in half. Especially after seeing his bulge this close. He put his hands on my shoulders and had me sit on the bench. His crotch is almost to my eye level as he pulled down his sweatpants. It fell out and I heard myself audibly gasp. It was huge. Lengthwise it was probably around 8-8.5 but it was the girth that scared me. I swear it was thicker than my wrist. He pulled my head towards it and I began to lick. I was afraid it wouldn't fit in my mouth. After some licking of the head, I certainly tried. It was a challenge to just get even half in my mouth cause of the thickness... but I knew I was loving it. I couldn't throat it but I did my best to give him please anyway I could. I looked up at him as I was vigorously sucking the head. He smiled down at me and whispered "Too big?" I nodded but kept on sucking. He motioned for me to stand up and turn around. Now I obviously wanted this but I started having second thoughts... not only because of his size but also because I didn't prep my ass for this as I was not expecting anything like this to happen on the first day I went to the gym. I honestly didn't really think this type of thing happen except in porn or movies. I stood up and whispered "I'm not really prepared for this down there... should I go prep first?" He had bent down to get a magnum from his duffel and whispered "It's ok, I just wanna feel it." He put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around, then put it on my back to lower it so I'm bent over the bench. I didn't see him get lube from his bag so I got even more worried I'd be taking that dick dry. I spat on my hand and rubbed it around my hole. I looked back and he had his condomed dick in his hand and spat a large amount of spit on it and spread it on his dick. He rubbed the head on my hole for a few seconds then slowly pushed it in. The pressure was intense. It felt like I was getting stretched to the limit and the spit didn't help at all. He felt me trying to run away so he held my hips tight with both hands. I wanted to scream. I can hear him whispering "Relax, you can take it, Relax." There was something about his girth and the plastic feel of the condom that was just creating friction, making the pain unbearable. He got about half way in and I jerked my ass away cause I couldn't take the pain anymore. I gasped and was breathing heavily. I quickly turned and plopped my ass down on the bench, afraid he'd try to stick it again. He looked down at me stroking his cock. "Too big?" he whispered. "Might be..." I said a little guiltily. He gave a sad smile and removed the condom and threw it on the ground. I was afraid he was too disappointed that he'd leave so before he could pull his pants up, if that was his intention, I grabbed his dick and started sucking on it again. We did this for a few minutes until he broke the silence. "Do you want this dick?" he whispered. I took his dick out of my mouth and said "Yes, sir" then went back to sucking it. "Stand up. You can take it. This is what you wanted." It really is. So I gave his prick one final suck, took a deep breath then stood up and bent over the bench again. He reached down for another condom and put it on. Then I realized I have conditioner in my toiletry bag. I pulled it out and squirt some in my hand and rubbed it around and in my hole. I felt the tip of his dick press against my hole. He put his right hand on my hip and put his left arm around my chest, probably to keep me from pulling away. I felt him slowly enter and gradually got most of it in. The conditioner definitely helped but there was still that plastic feeling friction but I endured through it. He nibbled my left earlobe as he works the last inches inside and then whispered "Does it hurt?" I nodded with a pained moan. He was all the way in now but barely moving. He pulled a couple of inches out then shoved it back in. I let out a hiss of pain and my body instinctively tried to pull away. But with how he was holding me there was no escaping. He licked the back of my neck then whispered "Are you clean?" as he gave another thrust. Breathing heavily I replied "Yes... I'm on prep. My doctor tested me for everything a couple of months ago before I can be on it..." "I see..." He said as he pulled out half way then gave me a hard thrust. I can feel my eyes start to water, and then I suddenly felt empty. He had pulled out. And I heard a snapping sound then saw him throw the condom next to me on the bench. I felt him spat on my hole and then heard him spat again, assuming to lube up his dick. I felt the warm head as he placed it against my hole and started rubbing it. It felt so fucking good. He then stuck the head in. No friction this time.., I just felt my hole widening to accept him. He shoved it all the way in and as it hit my prostate I let out a moan. He covered my mouth with his left hand as he slowly starts a rhythm. "Is this what you wanted?" he whispered in my ear. "Mmhmm" I mumbled through his hand on my mouth. He started to pick up the pace. "Are you sure you're clean?" he asked again as he moved his left hand to my hips and now using both hands to pull me into him with every thrust. "Yes" I replied. I was in a fog of pleasure. Every time he hit my prostate my legs wanted to buckle. "You wanna do a threesome? Get fucked by two guys?" he whispered. My eyes widened and pulled me out of my stupor for a moment. "Now?!" I whispered in shock. He gave a deep scoff and said "No... maybe next time we meet here again and I'm with my buddy." Before I can even answer he started to go even faster and I was lost to pleasure again. I could hear him starting to breathe faster and heavier. "You just wanted this dick raw didn't you?" he whispered. I couldn't really answer. I know in my head I wanted it raw. But everything that happened after I entered the locker room was totally unexpected. "You wanted to feel me raw didn't you?" he asked again when I didn't reply. "...yes, sir" I replied quietly, almost ashamed. He kept pounding me and asked for the third time "You're sure you're clean right?" "Yes." He nibbled on my neck and whispered "I'm gonna nut in you." My head went into overdrive of pleasure and panic. I wanted to push him off, or rather I knew I probably should've pushed him off., but I was in total ecstasy and just let him pound me even harder. He moved his hands from my hips and wrapped his arms around my chest. "Tell me you want it" he whispered short of breath. I was quiet for several seconds as he fucked me fast and hard and finally said "Please, come inside me" I heard him say "Yeah, beg for my nut." Then I felt him tense and felt his dick inside me uncontrollably throbbing. His dick felt so hot in my ass. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. I could hear his stifled grunts and I loved it. He gave me a few more deliberate thrusts, emptying everything in his balls inside me. He slowly pulled out flinching here and there cause of how sensitive his cock currently is. When he was all the way out I felt a drop of cum rolling from my hole down to my taint and balls. He was breathing heavily as he bent down and pulled a shirt out of his bag and carefully wiped his dick, grunting. I slowly turned and sat on the edge of the bench on my tailbone. I didn't want to plop my cum smeared hole on the bench. He threw the make shift rag back into his bag and pulled up his sweatpants. He looked down at me and smiled as he picked up his bag and said "I'm usually here weekends." Then opened the door, peeked down the hall for a second, and walked out closing the door behind him. I was stunned. I didn't cum but I felt fully satisfied. It's never happened before... I put the conditioner back in my toiletry bag and re-wrapped my towel around my waist. I walked out of the dressing room and into one of the shower stalls. I turned on the water and stood in the corner away from the stream. I then gave my hole a small push and his cum started to leak out and roll down my legs in earnest. It was a lot. And as I watched, I got hard again and jerked myself to completion. It seems my first gym trip was a total success. I'm definitely gonna be going every weekend now, and I'll be sure to clean my ass before leaving the house.

Multiple loads from new cocks, always.

Oh man, "hours afterward"? I definitely enjoy a cool down period which sometimes leads to subsequent rounds. But unless it is late night where I fall back asleep; certainly within half an hour after; and many times immediately I am ready to disconnect and do something else with a guy. In particular when that guy is a trick; which seem to be more in the "kum and go" camp.

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To be so full of anonymous loads that they're leaking out of my stretched out hole, it's like heaven! I know MANY tops love a cummy hole and I love being that for them!

Some guys have driven me absolutely wild from rimming me, others not so much. Maybe it depends on how horny I am to start, or their technigue, but when it's good...its fucking good!!!

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

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It feels awesome, the most confirmed loads I've ever taken is 7, but I get most of my loads in sex clubs and at orgies so I often don't know whether a guy bred me or just fucked me for a few minutes I'm reasonably sure I've hit low double digits. Once I get up to 3 or 4 loads, I find it hard to tell when additional loads get added, because I leak cum any time a cock is pumping in and out of my hole. You do keep getting wetter as more cum gets deposited.

Felt horny after a particular zoom call earlier with some other horny guys on here and so decided to go to the adult bookstore and try the crowd getting off work, which was surprisingly successful. First thing in there, get right to sucking a chubby guy's dick through the gloryhole for awhile before I turn around and back it up to led him fuck and cum inside me. Then I sucked another guy after him who wanted me to fuck him but I ended up just finishing him off with my mouth. Another guy with a fatter cock showed up after and let me suck on his delicious cock for awhile before I tried to back it up on him too. He insisted he join me in the booth and unfortunately put on a condom. It was still hot though because he said something about how daddy wanted some of my naughty boy ass or something like that. I let him fuck me to completion, even with the condom, before peaking my head out of the booth and signaling for another older gentleman to stick his dick through the hole and let me blow him to completion so I could swallow his load in its entirety. By this point, I'm a sweaty, cum-filled mess and I see a text from my husband who saw my location was the bookstore and asking when I'd come home. So, I went home expecting him to scold me for being a slut again and then he asks me if I actually got any this time to which I answered honestly. He then later clarified if that meant I got a guy to cum in me, which I had. I guess this made him horny because he proceeded to fuck me without any lube (since I was already stretched with another man's cum and two different dicks anyway) adding yet another load to end out the day. So I'd say a pretty good day!

I think most of us here love it as an added dimension in sex. A darkroom that’s not totally dark seems to lower the sex threshold for guys, they’re not there to wait for the perfect one just looking to get off. I love how it’s just straight to the sex without all the chitchat. Completely dark darkrooms makes the threshold even lower. You can’t be bothered to walk around a lot in the complete dark so the first acceptable hole / cock you find will do. At the same time it’s completely horny to be deprived of a sense and focus more on the other senses of touch, sound and smell. The feeling of skin to skin, wet cum, slushy sounds, a cock pulsating cum inside you, it all becomes a stronger sensation; and I love that.

Part 23 I was sitting on the edge of the queen-size bed in one of the two bedrooms in Kevin's apartment. Ryan and Drew were with me and were making sure I was drinking plenty of water and gatorade. We had come here after Drew asked if I was going to be in trouble with my wife after being gone all afternoon. I told him she was out of town for a few days with my daughter and it was just me and my son Jeremy at home while they were gone. I added that I hardly saw Jeremy much since he was always off doing things with friends. “You got that right,” Ryan had laughed and I asked what he meant. And what Drew had meant about helping me to get to have sex with Jeremy. Then he had told me. A little more than a month ago he had met a young guy at the same park where he had met me. He couldn't say for sure since he didn't know what my son looked like but he thought it might be my son because the guy's name was Jeremy. After talking briefly with him Drew found out that his Jeremy was wanting to have sex with other guys and explore around some. Drew had taken him over to Ryan's place and they had introduced the guy to smoking tina and man-sex. “He got into it all right away. Even quicker than you did, Daddy Justin,” Drew had chuckled. He and Ryan had shown the guy quite a lot that first time and Drew had popped his cherry. Then he asked if I had a picture of my son. I told him there was one in my wallet in my shorts and Ryan found them and brought them to me. With trembling hands I had opened my wallet and showed them a picture of my son. “Hot damn!” Ryan blurted out, followed by Drew telling me the Jeremy he had met in the park was my son. I had set there in a daze on the edge of the picnic table listening to what they were telling me, my drug-hazed mind trying to take it all in. I didn't know what to say or think but Drew noticed that my cock was totally hard again and commented on it. “Looks like you're turned on Daddy Justin knowing I got your son high and took his cherry. Just like I took yours.” I groaned and wrapped my hand around my rock-hard boner. Finally finding my voice I shakily asked Drew what made him think that Jeremy would want to have sex with me, his own father. Maybe he was just into younger guys like Drew and Ryan. That's when Kevin had joined in the conversation. “There's a good reason we think that buddy,” he'd said sitting next to me on the picnic table. “The following weekend Drew brought Jeremy over to my place to party and play with me and a couple of my friends, about my same age. To make a long story short he got into the dad/son incest roleplay real fast and was calling each of us Daddy and loved when we called him son. At one point one of my buddies asked him about his own dad, if he was hot.” Kevin's gaze bore into my eyes as he paused then continued, saying, “and Jeremy told us his dad was hot as hell and he'd jacked off before, thinking about having sex with him. With YOU, Justin.” “Oh shit!” I'd moaned, and had to take my hand off my cock to keep myself from cumming. “So you see, Daddy Justin, it's something we can help make happen for you. If you want,” Drew softly said as he placed his lips on mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. Even as I had started kissing Drew back my mind was going a mile a minute and the forbidden desire grew into a dark irresistable hunger. Everything I had believed all my life about right and wrong, about what was and was not acceptable disappeared entirely, replaced by a hellish pulsing carnal eagerness to enjoy what these studs were offering me. They had broken me and I wanted to experience the decadence they had so easily led me to. “Yes,” I'd croaked, looking at Drew. “I want.” So now, here we were, at Kevin's place, waiting for my son Jeremy to show up. Kevin had called him before we ever left the park and asked if he wanted to come over tonight and have some fun with him and Drew and Ryan, and, he'd added, another friend of his who was around Kevin's age. Jeremy hadn't hesitated to excitedly tell Kevin that yes, he wanted to. I was nervous as hell while we waited but also turned on in a way I couldn't believe or describe. Drew and Ryan and I were in the bedroom with the door closed as we sat watching the live stream on the computer screen on the table in front of us. Kevin had hidden cameras and microphones throughout his apartment and we were going to watch him and Jeremy before eventually joining them. Kevin was getting things ready in the living room as we watched him set a couple of crystal-filled pipes and lighters on the coffee table along with a bottle of poppers, then put a hot bareback dvd in his player and checked with us to make sure we could hear and see him okay. Drew told him we could and a moment later there was a knock on the door of the apartment, making me jump. Drew laughed easily and handed me a glass pipe and lighter and told me to take a couple hits and to get ready to watch the show. I took a deep draw on the pipe once the smoke started swirling, my eyes and ears locked onto the computer screen in front of us. Kevin looked into the camera and winked at us before he opened the door. I moaned deep and felt my pulse quicken as I saw Jeremy standing there and then grin when he saw Kevin, who was wearing nothing but a snug-fitting jockstrap. “Fucking hot!” I heard Jeremy say as he eyed the sexy stud in front of him. Kevin chuckled. “Glad you think so, son,” and invited Jeremy inside. As soon as the door was closed the two immediately began making out, their moans loud even though muffled with their lips locked together. I blew out my third cloud and handed the pipe to Ryan as I felt my nervousness fade away watching Kevin and my teen-aged son. From next to me Drew kissed my neck and asked if I was okay. “Hell yeah!” I answered back, not taking my eyes from the screen. After making out for a few minutes Kevin broke the kiss and said, “Get out of those clothes son. Let your daddy see your hot naked body.” I knew Kevin meant me, but Jeremy thought it was his roleplay daddy. Jeremy quickly undressed and I gasped. His body was magnificent! Muscled, hard, a slight dusting of hair on his upper body. And his cock! Oh fuck, his cock! It was rigid and standing straight out from his tight abs and had to be at least as big as mine, if not bigger. Ryan pulled on one of my nips and said, “Your son is damn hot-looking isn't he, Justin? And look at that cock man!” That's exactly what I was looking at. We heard Jeremy ask Kevin, “Do you like seeing me naked Daddy Kevin?” in a voice deeper than I'd ever heard Jeremy use before. “Fuck yeah I do son!” Kevin answered. “Cmon,” Kevin continued, leading Jeremy to the couch. “Let's get you high and fucked up before we have some fun.” As they sat down on the couch and Kevin reached for the full pipe and one of the lighters Jeremy asked where Drew and Ryan and Kevin's friend were. “They'll be here soon,” Kevin told him. “Now here, suck on this glass cock and let's get this party started.” Jeremy eagerly and expertly placed the pipe's stem between his lips as Kevin lit the flame beneath the bowl. Jeremy started drawing in the thick smoke and we all heard Kevin say, “Get fucked up good son. This is going to be a night like you've never had!” And I watched my young handsome son inhale the fuck smoke that I was already hooked on. I couldn't wait to see how nasty it made him, just like it makes me. (to be continued)

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Chapter 12 After school Jake makes his way home. As he drives home he thinks of how proud his dad will be of him having collected so many loads throughout the day. He arrives home, thinking his father is not there. He prepares to present himself to him. As he enters the living room his father is seated calmly in a chair. “Hello son, I’ve been waiting for you”, Jason says. “Dad! I didn’t expect you to be home so early.” Jake states somewhat startled. “I know”, he says with a half smile and then instructs Jake to follow him as he heads to the bedroom. Jake follows his father. When they arrive at his father bedroom, Jake is surprise to see others there. On the bed is an unknown young man with an athletes build naked except for a blindfold over his eyes and a jockstrap. He is laying on his back. On the floor are military fatigues, leading Jake to believe he’s from the near by military base. Tyler is also there tying the strangers wrists to bedposts. Jake’s dick begins to stir as his dad comes up behind him and whispers in his ear, “Tyler found this soldier on Grindr. He’s seems like a hungry little slut. We are going to have you fuck him. You have to learn to spread your seed once you covert”. Jake’s mind grows excited and curious. He’s only bottomed up until this point but has been curious about topping and goes wild at the thought of spreading his toxic seed once he converts. His father begins kissing his neck from behind as he undressed his son. They make their way slowly to the bed. At the edge of the bed Tyler kneels down, pulls down Jake's pants and releases Jake’s budging dick from his jockstrap and begins sucking it, getting it nice and wet. His father tweaks his sons erect nipples. Jake is in ecstasy. Within minutes Jake’s large dick is rock hard. Tyler pulls off Jake’s dick and turns his attention to the soldier on the bed, kissing and licking him all over his muscular chest and abs. The solider moans and his skins becomes covers in goose bumps. “Eat out his hole!” Jason instructs Jake. Jake pulls the strangers legs backs apart exposing the young man’s hairy hole. Jake bends down and inhales the musky smell of sweat and cum. Jake doesn’t believe that the stranger has been fucked by his father or Tyler yet so is excited to find the strangers cummy hole and licks the man’s crack, Lightly at first but then spreading it wide open, letting the cum leak out and then digging in and feasting on the strangers hairy man ass. Intoxicated, Jake’s cock grows harder and harder. His large member aches as if all the blood has concentrated itself on his dick. His cock now oozing a constant flow of precum Unable to control himself he gets up, lines his dick up with the young stranger’s hairy hole and pushes in. “Fuuuuccckkkk!” Jake yells out at he feels the ecstasy of his first man cunt wrapping around his massive dick. Jakes muscles tense up as he enters accentuating his athletic frame. “That’s my boy!” “Yeah! Fuck his hole!” Tyler and Jason both cheer him on. “Mmmmmmm”, the slutty solider moans accepting Jake’s cock in his well used hole Jake fucks him deeper and deeper until his bottoms out in the soldiers hole. He then starts fucking him with long deeps strokes, savoring the sight of his huge cock flowing in and out of the strangers cummy hole. Tyler positions his head by Jake’s dick as he’s fucking and says, “let me taste the that cummy solider hole on that dick stud.” Jake then pulls out and goes back and forth letting Tyler suck his cock and then fucking the stranger. Jake’s father helps build up his son’s massive load by tweaking his nipples As Jake’s balls fill to capacity, he focuses on the soldier muscle ass and begins fucking him faster and faster. Realizing Jake can only last so much longer Tyler and Jake begin encouraging him. “Time to breed his hole son!” “Seed that man cunt!” Jake sweating profusely, can hold back no longer, “FUUUUUCCCKKK! I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Every muscles in his body tenses as he begins to flood the young strangers hole with his seed. The soldier winces in pain and pleasure as Jake slams ropes of cum in his hole over and over again. In disbelief Jake pulls out his steel hard cock to find that his cock is still shooting cum after 15 solid seconds. He slams is back in, nearly knocking the wind out of the solider and shouts, “I’M STILL CUMMING! FUCK! I’M STILL FUCKING CUMMING IN THIS SLUT’S HOLE!”. Jake completely drains his balls and collapses on the still blindfolded soldier. Sweat dripping from his body and breathing like his has just completed a marathon. Tyler and Jason stoke their cocks so turned on by what they have just witnessed. Jake takes a second to come down off his orgasm. He looks down at the base of his dick buried ball deep. The stranger’s hole is completely flooded, cum oozing out everywhere. He slowly pulls out his still hard cock and cum continues to drip from his dick and the soldier’s hole. He relaxes on the bed a minute and continues to catch his breath. “That’s my boy!” Jason exclaims grabbing his son’s shoulder tightly and maneuvering himself between the soldiers legs. “Now it’s time for things to get REAL!” Jason states with is tone becoming more serious, “You’ve had my son’s dick now it time you get daddy’s dick”. With that Jason jabs three fingers in the soldiers hole gently scratching at his insides with his fingernails causing the solider to wince. “Fuck son, you got his cunt nice and sloppy for me didn’t you? I’m not gonna last long …” Jason pauses and insert the full length of his monster cock inside the wet hole and then continues “…. Before i shoot my POZ load!” “Wait! What!” Are the first words uttered by the stranger and he begins to struggle. “Hold his fag down and shut him up!”, he instructs Tyler as he slams his dick ball deep into his wretched hole. Tyler does as he’s told but The soldier continues to struggle. “Put up a fight” Jason begins “only makes me harder you cunt!”. With that Jason spits On the soldiers face. Jason’s dick grows harder and harder as continues to fuck the strangers at a furious pace. The idea of fucking in his son’s cum sends him in into a frenzy. He grabs the soldier by the neck and brutally pounds his hole. Jake’s dad holds on as long as he can but before long his balls start churning. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot my toxic seed in your cunt whore!” Jason yells before pounding his poz seed in the strangers guts. The soldiers muscles tense as he is choked and flooded with cum. As Jason releases his grip the solider gasps for air. Jason pulls out and gestures for Tyler to get inside the soldier’s sloppy hole. Tyler quickly inserts himself. As he does that he goes down and kisses the soldier on the mouth and begin to take off the blindfold. The muscular soldier sees for the first time the hairy muscle god fucking him deep and sees the hot father and son pair that have just fucked him, their cocks still glistening with cum. So turned on by the sight of these gorgeous men fucking him he wraps his legs tight around Tyler. “You ready for your second poz load?” Tyler asks. The soldier nods with a dirty grin. The soldier’s cock inflates in his jock as he’s fucked. Since he’s still tied up, Jake decides to help him out and slip the soldiers cock out the side of the jock, spits on his hand and starts stoking him. His dick already slick with pre cum , the soldier is completely erect in no time, exhibiting his 8 inch cock in all its glory. He moans like a whore as he’s fucked and stoked, his balls working up a massive load. The soldier quivers and uncontrollably utters, “ fuck! I’m gonna shoot with your poz cock deep inside me ” “Fuck yeah! Show me what a faggot you are!” Tyler exclaims as he pounds it home. With that the soldier begins shooting jets of cum all over his face and body. This sends Tyler over the edge and unleashes his venom in deep the strangers bowels. After Tyler and the soldier come down off their orgasm, they untie the soldier and they collapse on the bed make outing with each other still dazed from the hot fuck session.

I had gone to the bar as I usually did after work. I had met up with Tom and Joe; they were tops that I usually met up with for sex. We were having a beer and chatting. They had spoken with me about the upcoming bareback party. "Fred, you're going to the party, aren't you?" Tom asked. He was leaning against the table where I was sitting. Joe also leaned against the table as he said "You'd best be there, they need more good bottoms." I wasn't sure what he was implying, but I took a gulp of my beer and said "Sure, I'm going; are you both going to be there?" They both shook their heads yes. Tom and Joe were looking for the younger type of men they preferred, and one by one they left and joined the crowds prowling. I finished my beer and left, as I didn't want to become one of their or others targets. On the Friday night of the party I had pondered about it and decided for sure I would go. I parked about two blocks away and walked there. I paid the entrance fee and then stripped in the locker room. I wore my usual black leather harness and jock strap. I scouted the party area and found it fairly well occupied. Several men were looking for bottoms, including Tom and Joe. Tom walked over to me "Are you picking out who you want first?" "Of course" I replied. Joe said "The slings are busy, but there's a St. Andrew's Cross across the floor over there. Want to let us get you started?" I figured I'd start out easy, so I said "Sure." We walked over and they put my arms up in the padded cuffs, making sure I was facing the cross, and spread my legs, not bothering with the ankle cuffs. Joe had some lube with him, and he greased up his cock and my ass, and he slid in without as much as saying anything. I had previously greased up my ass in advance, as I figured I'd be bottoming for most of the men there. Joe was pretty much the same as he'd always been, just a fast fuck. He didn't cum, just looked at Tom and when he pulled out, he took over. He was also a fast fucker, but he didn't get off either. When he pulled out he turned to Joe and said "Let's go see what else is available." They left me attached to the wrist cuffs, so I was stuck where I was. At this point I was pissed. I wanted to be really fucked, but they had left and I couldn't get out, as the cuffs were secured to the posts of the cross pieces. So I had to just stand there and listen to all the guys that were enjoying themselves. I could look over and see a couple guys in the slings, both being well fucked, with a crowd of men around, urging them on. As I hung there, kind of discouraged, I smelled cigar smoke. Then a man walked up to me. I looked down and saw the fingers of a black man working my nips and balls. Then I felt his hardness against my ass, about the same time as I was aware of a big black cigar coming over my left shoulder. He took a big drag and then removed the cigar from his mouth and let a big cloud of cigar smoke surround us. "You feel left out, young fellow?" he asked as he slipped his cock up my greasy hole. I inhaled a big breath of the smoke before I responded "Yeah". He grasped my hips and pulled me back a little to make my ass more open to him. The cigar was still over my left shoulder and he took another big draw on it as he went up my ass. "You're pretty open, boy, but not all the way" he said, as he hit my second sphincter. Now at this point he was pretty much as far up my ass as any man had ever been, and I was shaking from the feeling. I think he realized that as he took another big drag on the cigar. "How about I let you down off this cross and give you a nice ride on one of the slings?" I didn't want to loose his cock out of my ass, but I did think it would be better to be lying down before he pierced my second sphincter, so I said "Sure." He unfastened the two wrist cuffs and I was able to get my arms down. It made me feel weird from tired muscles, but I was able to turn around then and see who this man was. He looked to be over 40, was about 6'2" tall, black, as I already knew, and was wearing a harness and chaps and a leatherman's cap, plus big boots. He had a nice face, sort of long, with bright eyes, and a big smile. I couldn't see his hair, but he had a short beard and mustache and what I could see of his body was muscular and covered in short curls of hair, and some of it was just beginning to turn gray. And of course he had a big black cigar in his jaw. He was standing there with his hands on his hips, just looking me over as I was doing the same to him. "You like what you see?" he asked. I was really staring at his big cock, which had to be at least 10" long and so thick I didn't think my hand would reach around it. I looked up at his eyes, and said "Yes, I do." He smiled and took the cigar out of his mouth after he took a big drag, and he took me in his arms, bent me over and kissed me and let the smoke out as we kissed. He was holding me close, and it's a good thing, as I felt like I was going to collapse from the kiss and the smoke. He pulled me up, put the cigar back in his mouth, and turned me around toward the slings. The first one in front of us was open, so he led me over to it. As I began to get into it, he removed my jockstrap and laid it aside. Then he let me get in and got my feet into the stirrups and made sure I scooted down so my ass was over the end. Then he walked around the sling, took another drag and leaned over me and gave me another big smokey kiss. One thing I can say, regardless of the smoke, he knew how to kiss. I would have been happy to have spent the evening just kissing with him. He walked around to the front of the sling, made sure his cock was erect and greased well, and he penetrated me as if I was not there. I wasn't prepared for that. He was right against my second sphincter before I was ready for him. He had a hand on each sling chain and began to move the sling against him; out as he pulled out and in as he fucked. My second sphincter was bounced against, then seemed to be opening up, and then he was in all the way, ALL the way. I had never had a man so deep inside me. He was smiling around the cigar, smoking it silently as he proceeded to fuck me. I was in sort of a suspended animation feel. There was something inside me that felt deeper into me and it was thicker than I had ever had before, and it kept going. I loved it! He was really fucking me, like I'd never been fucked before. And then he stopped, took another big drag and bent over and kissed me, pulling the sling to him as he did it. I took in the smoke with his kiss, and it was like he was kissing me and letting me in on some big secret, at least it felt like it. Then he stood upright again, put the cigar back into his mouth, and began to really fuck me. It was like what had gone before was just preparation, now we were fucking. The chains were rattling and men began to gather around. There was the usual shouted comments, "Let him have it! Show him who's the Daddy now! Fuck that ass, man! Breed him!" I was hanging onto the chains for my life, it felt like. He was really digging in deep, long strokes. And before I was ready for it, I could feel him cumming in my ass. I don't think I'd ever felt it like that before. My cock was up stiff and I began to spout. I couldn't ever remember a time like this before. He was grinning at me as he continued to fuck me, until he finally went flaccid enough to come out of my ass. When he came out I heard the cum splat on the floor, so I assumed he'd given me a big load. As usual at these events, he walked away from the head of the sling and there was a man to rim me and clean my ass up and eat all the cum, and then men began to take turns, getting into my open ass. He came up to me, took a big drag and bent down and gave me a long smokey kiss. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!" he said. I was being pounded again, so I just said a happy "Yes", and he walked away. I guess it was three other men that fucked me after the big black guy. None were as good, and if they came, I couldn't tell it. When I was finally left alone, I felt wasted, worn out. I began to try to get my legs out of the stirrups, and found I couldn't move them well enough. As I was fumbling with this, the black guy came back and helped me out and up. As I tried to stand up, I couldn't do it, so he helped me along to a bench at the side and made sure I could sit properly. I thanked him, and he sat down beside me. I noticed his big cock was now just flaccid and floppy. It was still long, longer than mine erect. "My name's Leroy" he told me. "I'm Fred" I said. He looked at me. "Would you mind coming home with me tonight?" he asked. I thought about it. "I have a big place outside of town, big garage for your car." He had realized the reason I had not responded was I was afraid to be in a black area and leave my car out. I felt very badly about it, but I said "Yes, I'd very much like to go home with you." We disposed of our "party" apparel and dressed in our "normal" clothing at the lockers. Leroy said he was in a big SUV, and I said I was in a Ford Focus. He said he would wait for me out front. When I pulled up, he set out. It took us nearly a half hour to get there, including a little windy road through the trees, when we got to his place. He had a big separate garage with space for three cars, so there was plenty of room for mine. When I got out, he was closing the garage doors and invited me to follow him. I was pleased he lived in a rather large old home, and it was clean. He was still smoking the same cigar when we arrived. He took a final big drag on it, turned to me and kissed me so hard he wrapped his arms around me and bent me over, again releasing the smoke as we kissed. I had to admit I was getting accustomed to cigar smoke when he let me come up. He put the cigar in one of the many ash trays around the living room, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Again it was clean, so I was impressed. He didn't say anything, just began taking my clothes off, as I took his off. When we were both naked, he again took me in his arms in another big kiss. I could still taste cigar on his lips, but it was a fine kiss. He led me to the bed, turned it down, and let me get comfortable in the center of the bed. He climbed in over me, laid down on me, and we had another big kiss, or we just continued to kiss as he moved my legs about, getting himself between my legs. Then he bent down and took my cock in his mouth, all the way to the balls, and began to suck on me. Now I've had blow jobs. Some were quick, some were long, but he was sucking me! I had my hands in his hair and working his shoulders. He grinned when he tasted precum, but he just kept sucking. I couldn't help myself, I just went with it, and eventually I filled his mouth. I thought he was going to suck everything out of me. When he let me loose, he climbed up over and kissed me, sharing the load of cum in his mouth. I think that was the first time I'd ever had a guy suck me and let me have some of my own cum in a kiss. I felt wiped out. He held my head as he continued to kiss me. Then he moved back down, picked up my legs, put them over his shoulders, and began to rim my ass. I didn't say anything, just wondered if he was tasting more than his own cum. When he had both of us trembling, he rose up and stuck his cock in my hole. Now I know I was wet, but it had been at least an hour, if not longer, since anyone had been in there, and he was not lubed. But he just slid all the way in; I guess his previous load of cum had been enough to grease my channel. As he moved I had moved my legs from his shoulders to around his waist and he put his arms down beside me as he proceeded to fuck me like he was trying to fuck the shit out of my ass, really hard fucking You know I'm not a virgin; I've been fucked more than I like to admit. But he really did it. He was kissing me and loving me the whole way through. His dick was so long, I was wondering where he was putting it, feeling like it would soon be in my stomach. And I was kissing him back as he kissed me. I was in heaven. When he finally blew, so did I. I can't remember cumming like that, or receiving a load like that. He laid down on top of me, still filling me up, and continued kissing me, until we both fell asleep. Sometime Saturday morning, must have been after 9 AM, we both came awake. He was beside me, holding me in his arms, and I was enjoying being cuddled. We looked at each other, and he asked if I needed the bathroom. Did I? I was about to burst. So we got out of bed and he showed me the adjoining bath, and we stood side by side, pissing. Then he gave me a fresh toothbrush and got his and got us both toothpaste, and we brushed. Then we could kiss. "So, do you want some breakfast, or do you want to fuck first?" I was hungry, so I said "Breakfast first, then fuck." He smiled at me and though we were both naked, led me down the hall to the living room and then the kitchen. I took a seat at the table. He asked me "Cereal or bacon and eggs?" I said "bacon and eggs," so he got them out and gave me the bread to make toast and showed me the coffee maker and coffee. We worked side by side in the kitchen, he wearing an apron, and then as the meal was ready, he removed it and we ate beside each other. After my second cup of coffee, he asked if it was time to fuck yet. I said "Sure!" Now this time we didn't go back to the bedroom. First thing he did was go to the humidor and get out two cigars. One was long and black, the other was shorter, smaller around and cigar colored. He explained that the black was called Maduro and the other was called Natural. He showed me how to cut the rounded end off and moisten the end. Then he let me have the smaller one and he took the larger one. He lit the big one using a lighter that was very small and gave a very tight flame. He drew on the cigar to get it going. Then he lit the cigar for me. I'm not used to smoking, so I was coughing. He said to sip the smoke, like a coke, and then let it out. Don't inhale it like a cigarette. I tried it, and it was OK. The taste was not like what I had inhaled last night. It had more flavor. He said only suck in a little smoke for a while, and get used to it. Then he led me to the basement stairs, and we went down into what was revealed as his "play room". I was standing in the center, just looking around. There was a sling hanging with a stool ready for a person to sit in front of it if he was going to fist, a St. Andrew's cross on the other wall, and the opposite wall consisted of shelves covered in various sex toys. Over in the corner was an open shower, surrounded with tile flooring and a drain. While I was just standing there, occasionally smoking, looking around, he came over to me, wrapped his arms around me and turned my head to him, and kissed me. This was another big kiss, and my legs were about to let go. He helped me over to the sling and put me in it, and got my legs in the stirrups. Then he did something no one has ever done. He came to me and offered me his cock. I've sucked cock before, but never when I was in a sling. The head of the sling was down slightly, and there was a pillow of leather, so sucking him was easy, except for the length. I gagged several times, never being able to take his full length. I doubt I ever would be able to. When he felt he was "moisturized" enough, he went around to the head of the sling and greased up his fingers with one of the many lubes on the shelf beside him. He used his greasy fingers to open me up, first one, then two, then three, and when he was making me crazy bouncing around on my prostate, he finally began to use his cock. He gradually began to take longer strokes, until he hit my second sphincter. He then began to bounce off it, gradually getting it to open and allow him in again. Then he proceeded to show me what an early morning fuck was like. I was occasionally taking a drag off my cigar; he was smoking his all the time, never taking it out of his mouth, except when he would lean over and kiss me. I was having great fun again, feeling how deep he went. As he began to really get into it, moving the sling with his fucks, he began to slam into me. Long strokes, me moving close to vertical, then down to slam into him. I was having trouble holding on to my cigar. He could tell, so as he began to get close, he brought the sling down and just really fucked me hard. I took one final drag from my cigar and let it out as he really got into his final strokes. My cock and his let loose at the same time. I was spouting cum like a sprinkler in the center of the garden. He gradually let his strokes get smaller and smaller until he got to the point that he fell out of my ass. He leaned over and kissed me again, and again it was a long one. By this time it must've been noon or later, and my stomach was making noises. He smiled, put the cigar back in his mouth, and began to release me from the sling. I had put my cigar, what was left of it, in one of the many ash trays around the shelves, and he pulled me up and out. He also pulled me into one of his long kisses, filled with smoke. After that we took a short shower in the playroom shower room, and then dried off with the towels there. And of course he had to kiss me as he did that. As he released me, he looked at me with a question in his mind. I was standing there, looking up at the man. Even naked, he was taller than me, built, muscles everywhere, though he was not built like those muscle men you see on TV. He kissed me again, gently, and asked me "Would you consider coming back here sometime?" I thought about it as we climbed the stairs. We went back to the bedroom and I began putting my clothes back on and finding my shoes. He just stood and watched me. I finally decided. "Yes, I'd like to come back sometime. When do you want me?" He smiled at me and bent down and gave me another long kiss. "You think you'd like to live here? I am in need of a partner, someone to share my bed and my life." I thought about it. "Do you ever let anyone fuck you?" I asked him. "It has been known to happen, if the man is with me long enough to be sure." "Then I'd like to apply!" I said. He picked me up and kissed me and kissed me. Now it was not an easy thing, but we worked it out. It took a long time for my family to get used to an older big black man like Leroy. But when they discovered he was a good man, good to me, and good for me, then we were OK. And we always liked to fuck! Jerry Prince RawTopDad@aol.com November, 2020

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I was born in SF in 1974, the only son of a greek dad and italian mother - I knew I was gay by the time I was 14 - but, beyond fantasizing hadn't and wouldn't do anything till I turned 18. I went to private schools, had my own private bedroom suite with bathroom and my dad converted a garage bay into a gym for us. By the time I turned 18 I had matured into a tall, muscled very very horny geek! I had been cleaning out my hole and fucking myself with a dildo for several years - but, was shy, insecure and too stupid to hunt for cock. In the pre internet days if you were too young for bars and afraid you'd be spotted going into or leaving a video arcade or arrested in the park your options were few to meet up and fuck. On my 18th birthday I was determined to change all that and the Steamworks in Berkeley was my destination. I got a room, stripped and headed out. I was bathhouse newbie, but figured out pretty quickly that if I wanted to get fucked an open door and ass up on the bed was my best and quickest option. Within minutes a hunky dad type was rubbing my hole, closed the door and was taking control. This stud didn't even bother to kiss me, he went face first into my hole and between the tongue, spit and fingers had me primed for cock in minutes. When that first cock went into my cunt, I knew what heaven was. He fucked me hard and fast and until he groaned and I felt the wetness didn't even realize he was in me raw. Numbers 2 and 3 were a tall black kid in his 20's and a fat black dad in his 50's - my cunt was loose and dripping seed and HUNGRY. I wanted cock ANY cock ANY load, I had turned into a cumslut and there was no turning back. I wasn't even looking back to see who was fucking me - someone had introduced me to liquid poppers , then aerosol poppers and I huffing away and taking any and all cumers. A middle aged man who was felching my hole, offered to pimp me out and I thought why the hell not. I stayed the entire 8 hours face down ass up, my pimp left before I did - but, assured me I'd have no lack of cock n cum even without him. When I checked out, the clerk at the desk looked at my room number, laughed and said I wouldn't ever figure you'd be a chaser…you guessed it my pimp was recruiting poz guys to fuck me, before he left he had written on the blackboard in the mensroom my room number and "18 yr old chaser want AIDS loads" - I never saw him again to thank him...

Chapter 2: Beer and Bros The water felt refreshing as it ran down my naked body. The HR on boarding process was brutal, and my bicycle ride home was hot. The water was lulling me into a haze, and I was beginning to forget myself. My cock was getting fatter, and I began to fist it while I tweaked my right nipple on my well defined pec. Suddenly I heard the door to the apartment close, and I was pulled back from my haze. Shit. I forgot about Chase. I rinsed myself one last time, and turned the shower off. As I was drying off, I yelled from the bathroom, "Sorry, Chase! I'm nearly ready." I heard Chase open a beer. "No sweat." He chuckled. "Actually, a lot of sweat. It's hot as fuck in here." I wrapped a towel around my waist, and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom, which gave me a glimpse of Chase. He was sweating through his white button down shirt. The sweat was making a v pattern from his muscular shoulders to the middle of his chest. I could see right through it. He smiled at me, and looked me up and down as I passed into the bedroom to put clothes on. What was happening? Was I imagining the longer looks, the craned neck in the bathroom, the once over just now? If so, why would I imagine this? If not, did I just invite a sweaty gay dude up to my apartment for beers? I threw on some running shorts and t-shirt. "Yeah, there's nothing like showering away the sweat, only to get out and sweat more." I came out of the bedroom, and ushered Chase to sofa. He handed me a beer on the way over, and I cracked it open. Chase sat down, and looked up at me. "Well, at least we look good doing it. Cheers." There it was again. Did he just say that I looked good sweaty? I forced out a laugh, "Yeah. Cheers." I took a long chug from the beer. I was hot as fuck, and this was a little awkward. "That's delicious. What are we drinking?" "It's a double IPA from Hinesburg, you know, one of those hazy, juicy New England IPAs." "A double IPA? They're usually a little too malty for my taste, but this is fantastic. I should watch out." And yet I took another swig--it was just so damn hot, and this was cold and refreshing. "So tell me about yourself, Chase." Chase is an English teacher, and he got a job teaching 8th grade at the middle school. "It's not my first choice, but it's a good gig, and sooner or later I hope I can move up to the high school." "Oof. Yeah, middle schoolers are so awkward." "So awkward, it's painful at times. While I do love teaching, the real reason I'm here is because I got a job as the head football coach at the high school." "Ah. That explains your body." Jesus. Did that fall out of mouth? "Sorry, I mean, well...you're built like a brick house. I mean you look great." What was I saying? Stop. right. now. Chase looked me directly in the eye, and gave me that warm smile. "Thanks. I can't say I feel great right now. Your apartment is a furnace." "Yeah, do people in Vermont have AC's? It never occurred to me how hot the summer can get, especially being on third floor. I think I may have to break down and get a window unit." "I agree. Until then, do you mind if I take off my shirt? This wet cotton is uncomfortable." I swallowed the rest of the beer down. "Uh, sure." Chase got up and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a chiseled body with hard lines everywhere. His chest hair spread out across his hard, wide pecs, and then swooped down into a V that lead to a trail which disappeared beneath his waistband. He threw his shirt over the back of one of the kitchen chairs, and got two more beers. As we sat there sharing stories from our lives, and guzzling down a few more beers, I too, sweat through my t-shirt. "I look ridiculous being the only one here that's shirtless. Plus that shirt is soaked. Won't you join me?" I was drunk at this point, and Chase's logic made sense. I stood up, and as I pulled my shirt over my head, I began to stumble." "Whoa! Whoa!" cried Chase. I felt one of his arms wrap around my waist, and with his other arm, he finished yanking the shirt off of me. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, and it felt good. As our wet, slick bodies pressed against each other, something was awakened deep inside of me. I stayed in his embrace for a few seconds too long. I backed away, and sat back down. "Um. Sorry. Those double IPAs are strong!" "Yeah, they really are. I'm pretty drunk myself. I don't think I'm going to be able to drive home tonight. I bought a little house in Richmond on 10 acres, and it's about a 30 minute drive. I'm not even sure if Uber goes out that far. Do you mind if I crash here?" So I was sitting in my living room with a shirtless god, we're both drunk, and I was constantly wondering whether or not he was gay. And now he was asking if he could stay the night. Honestly, I was feeling so good, and I genuinely enjoyed his company, so I heard myself saying, "Of course!" "In that case, should we have another beer?" "Definitely." When I came back from the refrigerator, Chase was down to his black briefs. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. I was getting swamp ass in my pants." "Cheers." I handed him a beer. He looked me over again. "You know, you have such a great body. What do you do to keep that fit," asked Chase. "I swim, lift, and run." "I'm impressed. I also love your style. Simple and chic." I laughed. "You like my style right now," I asked looking down at my almost naked body. "Especially right now." There it was again. Even drunk, I was certain Chase just hit on me. It felt good. Usually I was the one who hitting on the girl. "You know Lucas, I watched you walk into that conference room today, and from the moment you removed your mask, and grinned at me, I have been wanting to kiss you." I could feel my heart beating in my head. "I'm...um, you know...I'm not." As I was forming the words, Chase slipped off the couch, and in one swoop landed his lips right onto mine. And the thing is...I loved it.

Part 3 Dan sat with his head in his hands. I could hear the sobs coming uncontrollably from him, so I leaned in to hug and assure him, saying "Poz or not, I want you to fuck me," adding "Dan, I need you, I need your seed in me." As I then leaned into kiss him, he met my kisses, which became increasingly greedy and ferocious. I assured him I was ok and that I only fucked bareback, so I knew one day I would seroconvert, adding "Who better than from the man I fancy and for whom I have feelings?" "Adam, do you realise what you are saying and asking of me?" "Yes I do," as I calmly took his hand. He wiped his tears away on his arm as I looked deep into his eyes and said "Please fuck me raw. Please cum in me." I then lay my body on top of his, our hard-ons squirming together. As my ass twitched for Dan's meat, I kissed my way down his chest and torso, until I reached his cock, which was glistening with pre-cum which, naturally, I hungrily licked clean. Then, all of sudden, unbidden, I said "Make me your poz boy." My mind was racing, trying to understand why I said as much, even as I leaned over the side of the couch so my arse was exposed, waiting for ready for Dan's eager meat to fuck me. I felt a warm wet tongue licking my arse, which prompted "Oohhhh, godddd that feels good!" I knew this might be the last neg load I shot, but fuck, I wanted this man in me. Then I felt Dan's cock at my hole. He used spit and then procceded to push his throbbing cock in. "Oohhh fuck!" I grunted, as inch-by-inch his poz cock impaled me. When he was balls-deep, Dan leaned to me and whispered "Yeah, fucker. You fell for the tears, as they all do. I'm gonna fucking charge your ass, boy." With that, Dan started fucking me hard and deep saying repeatedly "Yeah, take my poz load, fucker," and, after a couple of minutes, he began slamming me, saying "I'm gonna cum" and "Take my poz babies!" Honestly, I didn't care what he was said as long as his cock was fucking me. Then suddenly he grunted, saying "Here it comes, fucker!" I felt this cock spasm in my arse so I knew he had cum. My own cock shot without any assistance. "Yeah," he said as he withdrew, adding he would continue to fuck me until I converted, and he had made me his. "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "I've always wanted my own little poz boy," he replied. After several months of continuous fucking I became ill. Dan took me to the clinic, where, after blood tests, it was confirmed that I was poz. Dan took care of me during my illness and we settled down to a pretty good life until one night....

Part 2 Tingling sensations raced up and down my arms, and then my whole body began to feel little electric shocks. He held my arm as I stood there, looking at his handsome rugged face, all the time feeling like I was about to fall again, and sure enough, as I lost my balance and fell against him, I was not so out of it that I neglected to move in for the kill by pressing my lips against his mouth. He was no less greedy for me, 'cause his tongue met mine, as we mutually explored each other's mouth. He also wrapped me in his embrace, torso to torso, crotch to crotch, as our kisses became more frantic. Even through his (admittedly) skimpy) shorts, I could feel his throbbing cock. I did my best to squeeze his cock with my crotch, and he responded by moaning in between kisses. After a couple of minutes, we parted and I assisted him in removing his his shirt. As I expected, his body was all muscle and quite rugged. Again he leaned in for the kill, as he gestured for me to get naked. In seconds I had stripped-off all my clothing, and my cock throbbed and stood at full as he virtually ripped off his shorts. We ground our erections against one another, and I explored his body with pleasure. Breaking off the kiss, he asked "Are you sure, boy?" "Yes, I'm sure," I replied, and with that he pushed me down on my knees, directing my open mouth to his massive cock meat. I didn't care if it hurt or whether I could get the whole thing down, I simply eagerly sucked on him, taking his cock down my throat, bit by bit, until I had successfully deep throated him. He moaned with pleasure, as he also held my head in such a way as to force me further down the shaft. Finally he let me off, and I took the opportunity to say what I had been thinking for several minutes "Please, fuck me, fuck me, please." He then stated "I only bareback, boy." I was beyond caring - I wanted his meat in my ass, and quickly. So I smiled my approval, and he directed me onto the sofa. I liberally kissed his body as his breath became increasingly ragged, and occasionally, when I kissed a particularly sensitive part of his body, he would his torso would buck off the sofa, as he moaned in delight. Then he suddenly stopped, and for a split second I wondered if I had done something wrong, but no, he pushed me away, saying "We can't, we can't, such a sweet boy like you. It wouldn't be right to do this with you." "Why not, please, why not?" I murmured, as I kissed his rugged chest. He then came out with it: "I'm HIV positive." I immediately recoiled from him, my brain analysing what he had said to ensure I had understood him correctly.

I walked into the shower, casual as could be, and turned on the shower closest to the entrance. I was foolish to think I would be safer closer to the door but that's the one I took. But the shower didn't work. I tried another and another, till I found one near the back that brought forth a spray of warm water. Justin was there, under a shower on the opposite side, and I almost left. But it would have been too obvious, and when I gave a furtive glance in his direction, trying not to look at his magnificent, muscular body, but looking anyway, I stayed. I adjusted the temperature and stood with my back to him, my head tilted up into the spray. I soaked up the warmth for several minutes then punched the soap dispenser. It was empty. I reached over to the next dispenser and punched it, but it was empty too and I swore under my breath. I heard the rapid punching of Justin's dispenser behind me. "Here, I tried `em all, and they're all empty except mine," he said, his voice suddenly closer behind me. "Gonna have to get on Billie's ass about that." I knew how he and the other guys would do that. Billie was the towel boy; that's what they called him. He was the coach's assistant. He laundered the towels and whatever else he found laying around the locker room, and cleaned the place and kept the soap dispensers filled, or was supposed to. I thought they abused Billie but he didn't seem to mind all the indignities they heaped on him. He worshipped the hunky athletes, and reveled in their attention; in a way, much the same as I did. I turned to find Justin standing close, holding out his cupped hands full of liquid soap. I put my hands out for the soap but much to my surprise he put his hands up and dumped it on my chest and quickly rubbed it over my chest before it all ran down. "Thanks," I said in a hoarse voice. "Yeah," he grunted as he turned away from me. My chest tightened at the sight of him walking back to his shower; his round, tight butt, his incredibly muscular legs, the wide, muscle-heaped shoulders. He took my breath away, and I think he knew it. He was so intimidating; both his overall size and muscularity, and specifically the size of his cock. I turned to face the wall again; I felt safer if I did not look at him. I didn't hurry so it would be noticed, but I didn't linger unnecessarily. I waited for the suds I'd worked up to wash down my body. I waited...I waited, to see if he was going to do anything. If he did, there was nothing I could do about it. He out-weighed me by a good forty pounds, and it was all rock-solid muscle. Rippling, beautiful, hard muscle. If he did, well, I would submit like I always did. Part of me wanted him to; maybe that was the reason I didn't rush. Truth, I said I didn't linger unnecessarily, but I could've left the shower sooner than I did. A lot of me wanted him to try something; despite the risk and the pain I knew he would cause. If he got rough, it could be worse, but I had endured it before. I heard a noise from the locker room and jumped. "It's just Coach Baldwin coming in," Justin said. Yes, Coach Baldwin. I was sure he knew about what sometimes went on in the showers. He never came back to the showers, but more than once he had seen Justin come back into the locker room, dripping wet, and me, a few minutes behind him; just the two of us back there, too often to be coincidental. Yeah, he knew what went on back there, and in that, gave his approval, just like he never said anything about the way they treated Billie. I was pretty sure the coach knew I was gay, but he chose not to make an issue of it, and I think that was partly because he thought I might be handy to have around for his players to get their satisfaction and work off their frustrations. I wasn't doing that; so far, it was only Justin, but I think he thought I was. I jumped at the feel of Justin's hand on my butt. "Didn't mean to scare you," he said huskily. Nothing else was said. I knew what he wanted; what he was going to do. He smoothed his big hands all over my butt, squeezing the taut muscles with his big, thick fingers that wrapped so easily around a football, now probing between my buns. His hands were slick with liquid soap. I let out a little gasp when he touched my asshole with the tip of his finger. Dreading it or wanting it, I was ready for him. Okay, I guess I did linger on purpose; hell I had even flushed out for him, just in case. He would find me squeaky clean, as always. He didn't like it if he pulled his cock out of my ass and he wasn't clean, so I began coming to the showers prepared for any eventuality. He shoved his strong, thick finger deep inside me, probing for the spot that he knew would drive me crazy and get me all primed for him. I gasped and whined like a baby when he found my prostate. He knew right where to go and what to do to get me going. In no time, he had me squirming around on his long, meaty finger, twisting my hips around, moaning and thrusting my butt back against his hand. I waited for him to use the second finger. Fuck! I whispered to myself when he shoved them both inside me. He had big, long, thick fingers. Two of his fingers felt like a small cock. His cock would feel like a stallion. He probed my ass with both fingers, gouging deep, then found my prostate again. I was practically dancing on the balls of my feet, squirming around on his hand. I could hardly stand it when he did that. He could make me come just doing that to my prostate but he didn't know that, and he didn't ever spend enough time doing it to get me off, for which I was glad. If he did, he would go right ahead and fuck me even if I shot off. He pulled his fingers out and I glanced over my shoulder to see him walking back to his shower. He's not leaving me like this, I thought frantically. I was scared of being fucked, and of being caught, but God, I would go nuts if he left me high and dry. But he punched the soap dispenser and came back with a handful of soap that he spread over his cock and between my buns. I looked over my shoulder to watch him lube up his cock. It was huge and beautiful; awesome, thick. The size...it was at least nine inches long, and as thick as my wrist. I was glad that it wasn't as thick as Justin's wrist. The head was enormous; fuck, it looked the size of a baseball. He gently kicked my feet wider apart and pressed his hand against the small of my back, urging me to take my stance. I knew how he wanted me; we'd done it enough times. I stood with my hands against the tiled wall, my back arched, my butt jutted out to him. He liked for me to arch my back because he said it tilted my butt up just right. He rinsed the soap off his hands and clasped them around my hipbones to hold me fast as he shoved his cock between my slick buns. The head found its way--it had been there many times--and pushed anxiously at my hole. I braced myself, cringing already in anticipation of the pain that I knew was coming. I tried to focus past it, to the intense pleasure that would follow, but always the fright of the pain stood in the way till it was past. He pushed hard and with a soft grunt the head of his cock slipped through my hole. "UUUhnnnnnnn," I moaned softly, throwing my head back. No matter how many times, I was never prepared for that initial burst of pain. "Yeah, you know it's gonna hurt going in," he said apologetically. It always hurt like hell when he shoved it through my hole; so bad I thought I might pass out. But I knew it would pass and then start to feel good in a minute or two when he buried it in deep. I prayed for the seconds to pass, and counted them down. I cringed with my eyes tightly shut, sucking in quiet gasps of air, trying to ride it out as his huge cock burrowed up inside me. I never ceased to wonder where it all went, but he was skilled at dodging any obstacles in his way and lodging it hard and deep in my guts. I counted the seconds as I was slowly impaled on the big club, till I felt his hard, hairy lower abs pressed against my spread butt, for I knew when I felt that, the pain would quickly subside. "Fuck, yeah, you're hot and tight as ever," he said as he pulled back on my hipbones to lock us tightly together. He held us tight for a moment, causing his big cock to buck and throb inside me; so tight that I couldn't move, and I wanted to. He was in me and the pain was subsiding and I wanted him to fuck me, or me fuck him. I wanted to move around on his cock, to make it rub against all the nerve endings, and to slide across my prostate. Finally, he loosened his grip, eased back and drove his cock back in and began to fuck me. "Ohhh, Godddd," I gasped as I rode back on his cock, clawing at the cool tiles on the wall. "Yeah, you like it, don't you?" "You know I do," I said. "You always act like you're afraid of me; afraid I'm going to come over to you." "Wouldn't you be if you had that horse cock of yours facing you?" I said. "But you like it," he said as he sloshed his cock in and out of me. "Yes, but I dread it going in." "I could use some of that stuff that numbs your ass but it would also numb my cock and we would be here till Tuesday," he said. "I don't think my ass could take that much drilling with your cock," I said. "Then we gotta do it the way we do it," he said. The way he said it, it was like fucking my ass was his God-given right, that I was put on earth for this purpose and he was preordained to fuck me any time he pleased. Maybe he was right. Little by little I leaned over, clawing my way down the tiled wall, hunkering back onto his cock, till I was bent over with my shoulders against the wall. I grabbed one of my ankles and pressed my right shoulder against the wall to keep my balance. I was able to watch Justin's hairy legs between mine as he thrust his cock in me. I reached back between my legs and grasped one of his calves. It was rock-hard, bulging as he rose up on the balls of his feet with each thrust. I took hold of his heavy balls with my other hand. "Aww, yeah, squeeze 'em," he groaned. "Hey, when you're done back here, Justin, I need to see you before you take off," came the voice from the doorway. I cringed at the sound of the coach's voice. It was the first time he'd ever come back to the showers when he knew Justin was back there and I wondered why this time. I was appalled to see his frame in the doorway. "Yes, sir, coach," Justin said without missing a stroke. The coach stood in the doorway and watched us for a moment. I saw his hand drop to the front of his jeans but it didn't linger. Then he turned and left. "So he does know," I said. "Sure he knows. Does that bother you?" "I would've preferred to believe he didn't," I said. Justin laughed. "He's known for quite a while. He says it's good for us, to get our rocks off and relieve the pressure. Which by the way, I'm gonna have to do," he said as he increased his speed and started slamming his cock into me. "Coach says he wants to see me, he don't like to be kept waiting." "Ohhh...Ohhh...Ohhh, fuck!" I groaned with the sudden roughness. Justin was usually gentle, but I liked his rough side as well. It was like he owned me; like I was his slave and he could fuck me any way he damn well pleased, and I didn't mind that. "I'm gonna come in a minute," he warned. "Can I have your load this time, if you can pull out?" I asked. "You want it in your mouth?" "Yes. I haven't had it that way for a long time." "Sure, any way you want it. I like shooting in your mouth and on your face, and watching you swallow it," he said. "You gotta swallow it if I give it to you that way." "Yes, I will. You know I will," I said. I hadn't planned on swallowing his come but I would now because that's what Justin wanted and he would be watching to see that I did. One thing he didn't like was to see his precious semen washing across the floor and swirling down the drain. I thought it odd that he thought it was so precious; fuck, he got it off so often, wasted it much of the time. When I sucked him off, on my knees under a shower, I liked to get a mouthful of warm semen and work it around in my mouth then let the shower spray gurgle and wash the come out, but he didn't like that. Swallowing it pure, I had a hard time getting the stuff down; it was so thick, and there was so much of it. Even when he shot on my face, he quickly scooped it up with his fingers and fed it to me before the shower spray could wash it off. I always tried to keep my hands off my own cock when I was doing Justin because I got too hot and excited and I didn't want to go off before he did, because without the desire, it was even harder to swallow his semen. Now, I wrapped one hand around my cock and started jacking off. I wanted to come with him. "Ohh, fuck...fuck, here it comes!" he announced as he thrust harder. "Give it to me," I reminded him. "Yeah...fuck...just a couple...more strokes...Ohh, Ohhhhhhh." Suddenly he pulled his cock out of my ass and I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees in front of him. He clasped one hand on top of my head and thrust his hips forward as he pounded his big meat with his fist. I opened my mouth wide to give him an easy target. Suddenly his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of semen sailing across the space between us that landed squarely in my mouth. "Fuck, bull's eye!" Justin exclaimed. He hit another bull's eye, and another, then his legs began shaking and his hand was unsteady and he was splattering come all over my face. Several more shots landed in my mouth then he shoved his cock in my mouth to finish off. I wallowed his warm, thick semen around his belching cock then opened my mouth for what was left that he'd scooped up to feed me. "Oh, fuck, man, you really know how to bring a guy off," he gasped. He didn't linger as he usually did, to let me suck and drain every drop of his precious man juice out of him. He pulled his cock out and walked back to his shower to wash off. I knelt there with my head laid back, jacking myself off as I savored the taste of the big stud's semen. As I got closer, I jacked harder, and I started groaning and whimpering with the pleasure that was building up in me. I wasn't going to open my mouth and let the shower spray gush in and dilute the precious nectar that was left on my tongue. I wanted to savor it. Finally, the dam burst and I started coming and swallowing the last of Justin's load at the same time. I was in a dark, steamy cloud of ecstasy as I trembled through my climax, oblivious of all else around me. "Fuck, you really shoot." I blinked my eyes open as I was aware of Justin's big hand squeezing my shoulder, to see him still standing right beside me, watching me jack off and shoot my load. I was glad he'd stayed to watch me but he didn't linger. "Be sure and rinse down the shower floor before you leave; that stuff's slick and somebody's liable to fall," he told me as he left the shower room. After a moment to recover I managed to get to my feet and stagger back under the spray of water to finish my shower. I took my time, washing my ass good, shoving my fingers way up inside. Even after I'd shot my load, my fingers still felt good. I wouldn't have minded all that much if Justin had come back and wanted to fuck me again. Or, hell, one of the other guys. I fantasized about that, being gang fucked by a bunch of the jocks. I wondered if they ever did that to Billie. Several weeks later...weeks without any sex or even overtures from Justin...I found myself in the shower with a bunch of the other jocks. Nothing unusual about that; it was the times when Justin and I were alone that were unusual. With the rest of the guys everything was normal; I was as straight as any of them. There was the usual banter, the vulgarity, the talk and lies about sex and I was quickly caught up in it. Till suddenly I felt a hand on my bare ass. I jumped and snapped my head around to see Justin standing there, under my shower with me, smiling. I blinked with surprise, gaped at him, thinking, no, he can't be serious...not here, not now...not with all the guys around. But his hand was still on my butt and he was squeezing it and his thumb had found its way deep into my ass crack. And to top it off, I saw the way his other hand was cupped, full of liquid soap that he fully intended to use. "No," I said quietly, shaking my head. "Yeah," he said. "It's your fantasy. You've mentioned it more than once. Let me get it started and you can live out your fantasy." "No, man," I said again. I didn't know when I'd mentioned to Justin that I would like to have the experience of being had by a whole locker room full of jocks, but he had gotten the idea somewhere. "It's just a fantasy," I told him, admitting to it. We were having this conversation in undertones, as if we were the only two in the shower, but in fact there were...I quickly glanced about to count...nine other guys in the showers and that frightened me. It would turn into a nightmarish gang fuck. I wanted it to remain a fantasy for the time being, something I could jerk off to in the quiet and safety of my room. But Justin wasn't having it. He dumped the liquid soap into his other hand then rubbed it into the crack of my ass, deep, so his slick fingers penetrated my hole. He used the other slick hand to lube up his cock. "Don't do this, Justin," I said quietly, still not wanting to attract attention to us. I was too scared to look around and see if anyone was watching us "Please, man, don't." But he wasn't listening. Next thing I knew, he had his hand spread out across the small of my back and was pushing down. "Arch your back," he said, his voice a little louder. He was trying to attract the others' attention! "Hey...take a look!" someone said quietly, and I knew we had been noticed. No way we couldn't be, even with all the thick steam. Two guys just don't get that close in the shower without being noticed, especially if one of them is bent over. "Fuck, what's he doing?" someone asked. "Looks like he's gonna do just that...fuck him." "No way." "Looks like way." I was bent over with my face and hands pressed flat against the tile wall; the stance that I was all too familiar with. I felt tears streaming down my face; tears of embarrassment, humiliation, hell, maybe even joy. I should've escaped...I could've, I was close to the door, and Justin would not have come after me...but something held me there; a force that I was powerless to fight. I defined it later as gay lust. Yeah, gay, because it had to be obvious to every guy in the shower that this wasn't the first time this had happened; I wasn't fighting Justin off. I wasn't even protesting that much. I closed my eyes to block out the reality of nine other guys in the shower, and braced myself for the onslaught of Justin's huge cock penetrating my hole. I was about to get fucked in front of nine other jocks and within an hour word would be all over school. But I couldn't worry about that now, and closing my eyes gave me the feeling that I was safe and alone with the big jock like all the other times; if I could not see the other naked athletes, they could not see us. But I could hear their lewd remarks, now closer, as well as their body heat as they gathered in closer around us. Justin shoved and my asshole spread open against the pressure and he was suddenly inside me. I was no stranger to Justin's cock and I took him easily, determined and able to hide the initial pain. "Holy Shit!" somebody said. "Did you see the way he took that?" "Damn, Justin, how long have you been fucking that?" Justin just laughed. "Fuck, man, I want some of that. I never fucked a guy's ass before." "Does he suck?" someone asked. "Maybe he would suck me while you're fucking him, and get me all primed." "You can try it. I don't know, myself, I've always used this end," Justin said. It sort of hurt that he said it like he was using me, but it was the truth, and I never minded. Not even now, that my fantasy was coming to life. I could sense that they were all gathered around us. Bravely, I opened my eyes to see a wall of muscular, naked, wet jocks with cocks of every size and shape being stroked, or standing out, throbbing. I didn't put a face to a cock, or body, for that matter; I didn't look up. I didn't want to see their faces. One of the cocks came closer and rubbed against the side of my face. I could feel the slick precum. From the other side another cock more boldly rubbed across my lips and I could taste his precum. "Wanta open up for me? Please?" I barely hesitated. I didn't open my mouth but I let my lips go slack and he shoved his cock through. He put his hands on the side of my head and began thrusting in and out. The tears, now, were tears of happiness as I let him fuck my mouth. I was suddenly in heaven; I was in my fantasy. Justin got off in my ass and pulled out. Another jock took his place. I surprised myself, wishing he was bigger, like Justin. I didn't know I had become so used to, or even addicted to the size of Justin's cock, and even the way he moved. I was so focused on my ass that I was taken by surprise when I felt come spurting in my mouth. I might've started to jerk away but the hands held my head in place and I became what would be the depository for all of them. It was a gang fuck in its purest sense. I was being skewered from both ends. As one cock emptied into my mouth or my ass another quickly took its place, and I found myself anticipating the next one. I was sure I took them all at both ends, some more than once because I know I got fucked more than nine times. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. A couple of them tasted like cum when they where shoved into my mouth and I knew they had just pulled out of my ass and walked around in front. It was a wonderful, exhausting time. While it was happening I gave no thought to the aftermath; what they might do or say when they were finished with me. I began to be concerned about that as they began to go back to their own showers and I was left with one cock still ramming my ass and another in my throat, which had been forcibly opened up. Moments later, I stood bent over against the wall, alone under my shower. I straightened up, still facing the wall and punched the soap dispenser. I felt cum running out of my ass and I reached back for a feel, and found a gaping hole. I shoved two fingers through it; I think I could've shoved my fist inside my ass. I squeezed my ass muscles but it didn't close up around my fingers. I wondered how long it would take to close up. "Man, that was fuckin' hot," someone said. "Yeah, that was some fuckin' hot ass," said another. They talked as if I weren't there. It sort of hurt, yet I was glad for the anonymity. Gradually, the shower emptied and I was indeed alone. Then I wasn't. "Hey, Coach wants to see you when you're finished." I glanced around to see Justin at the door, dressed now in his gym shorts and T-shirt and sneakers, and his baseball cap pulled low over his face. "Okay," I said, suddenly very nervous. I couldn't imagine what he wanted; what his reaction would be to what had just gone on in the shower, for surely he knew. "Hey...thanks. I hope you enjoyed it," Justin said. "Thanks from all the guys." "Yeah, it was good. You're all welcome," I said, without meaning. I lingered under the shower as I listened for the banter and the noise in the locker room to die down. I didn't want to be out there among them. When it was quiet, I turned off the water and grabbed a towel on the way out of the shower. I dried off haphazardly as I walked back to the locker room and wrapped it around my waist before I began gathering up my uniform. I folded and stacked everything neatly in a pile, set my cleats and helmet on top then I went into the coach's office. "You wanted to see me, Coach?" I said as I walked up and set my uniform on the corner of his desk. He looked at it, then at me, with a confused scowl. "What's this?" "I figured that's what you want to see me about." "No, not if this is what it looks like; looks like you're turning in your uniform," he said as he rubbed one hand over my helmet. "When I want it, I'll ask for it." "Oh." "Sit down, Ace," he said. Coach called everybody Ace when he didn't remember their names. "Well, I guess you know, now, that I know what goes on back in the showers." "I've thought you probably did all along, but I preferred to think you didn't," I said as I sat on the old couch across from his desk. I adjusted the towel, but with one ankle cocked up on my other knee, I knew he could see under it. I had a sneaking suspicion that since he knew and he was okay with it....well, I wasn't sure what I thought. "Well, I wanted you to know for sure that I know," he said. "That was the first time with all of them," I said. "It's only been with Justin." "I sort of suspected that. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it," he said. "I want you to know I'm okay with it, whether it's just Justin or the entire team, whatever you boys do, as long as nobody gets hurt." "I'm glad to hear you say that." "It's good for the guys to relieve the pressure, you know how that is," he said with a smile. "As long as nobody gets hurt. What I mean is, you're not being forced into anything, are you? Justin's never forced you, has he? You weren't forced just now, were you? I wouldn't want that to happen." I knew that what he did not want to hear that I was being forced, because then he would have to deal with it. "No, Justin has never forced me," I said. "They ganged you. What about that?" he asked. "Well, I wasn't expecting it when Justin started fooling around in front of everybody and I told him no." "Then he should've stopped." "I could've gotten away from him," I said in Justin's defense. "Not from all nine of them. Why you would've been fighting off a ton of muscle," he said. "I was close to the door. I could've gotten away," I said. "And where would you have gone? They likely would've come after you if they were horny enough." "Maybe, but I didn't even try," I said. "So...you...more or less let it happen." "Not more or less. I did let it happen. It was going to happen sometime," I said with a shrug. "It was a fantasy of mine. Justin knew that." "Oh, really." He leaned back in his chair with a smile. "Can't tell you how happy I am with the way you're dealing with this." "How else am I supposed to handle it? I'm gay, Coach. Everybody knows it now." I could see the muscles in his arm flex as he was rubbing his hand casually over his crotch. "Well, I just want you to know I respect you for who you are, not what you are," he said. Then he shoved my uniform to the corner of the desk. "You can take this with you when you go. When I want it, I'll ask for it." I nodded and stood up. I went over to get the uniform, and got what shouldn't have been a surprise. He wasn't just rubbing his crotch, he was stroking his cock! It was sticking out the leg of his PE shorts. I picked up my uniform and helmet without taking my eyes off of his cock. He shoved his hand down to the base and held it straight up through his fist, tall. thick and throbbing about eight inches. There was precum streaming down the shaft. "Think you could handle a little more," he said. Looking back now, I think that was my defining moment that I was more than just gay; I was a slut. I had just been fucked by nine guys, and sucked most of them off, and my mouth was watering at the sight of the coach's big cock, and I had to swallow my spit. I didn't really like the man, but he had always treated me okay and right at that moment I was liking him more. I glanced around at the door. I hadn't closed it. "It's okay, there's nobody else around," he said. "But someone could come in," I said. "Close the door then," he said. I walked over to close the door, still with my uniform and helmet in my arm. I had a fleeting thought that I should leave, walk away from it. But it was out there between us now and it would be there the next day, and the next and the next, every time I saw the coach, just like it was out there with all of the guys, and probably the whole damned school by morning.. I closed the door and flipped the lock then laid my uniform and helmet on the chair. When I went back around the desk, Coach's PE shorts were down around his ankles, his big cock standing tall and proud. I went to my knees and pulled the shorts off and tossed them aside. Then I moved between his knees with my arms laid across his massive, hairy thighs and took hold of his cock. I swallowed, audibly loud. I was already licking my lips. The End (If you liked the story--or if you didn't--I would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com . Especially if you've had any similar experiences, or anything close; I would like to hear about it. I get a lot of my inspiration and ideas from readers). Thanks, Pete

I love the dark room thing! It's the not knowing and especially that it could be some ugly trolly filling your ass up with spunk.