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So you wanted more about Troy. I'll call this what's wrong with Troy. I know you pigs out there would like to think that Troy was over every night slamming me and breeding me. Sorry buddies but that was not the case. However, he was at my house all the time, we'd smoke and look for our separate fucks. He'd find his and take off and I'd do my thing. We became close enough that he had a key to my place. He needed it to bring his fuck toys to use in my guest room. I only had one rule, clean up your fucking mess. I have no idea what time it was, I was beat tired from a 16-hour shoot, up for at least 24. Passed out in my bed and sleeping like a baby, dreaming that someone was playing with my hole. It was definitely a hot sex dream. The touch was so real, the wetness of the thick finger pushing into me. Then there was a burning sensation, I knew it, the same as a booty bump. I remember thinking to myself, please don't wake up this dream is too hot. Then a push and oh fuck my hole was being opened and I hear, open up little cuz. Fucking Troy you're rapping me in my sleep. He pushed me down flat on my stomach as his cock goes balls deep. He tells me that little fuck got to spun so he dumped him. When he saw my ass his cock made a decision. He said and I quote "I'm high, horny, and need to cum. Just lay there and take it". Now let's think about this. This mother fucker came into my room, lubed my ass, and gave me a booty bump while I was asleep and you want me to just lay here? Hell no, now I'm horny from that bump he gave me. So I'm going to play his game and I say, stop or I'm going to tell my dad. He says, no one is home but us so take it. You know you want this cock, you always want it slut boy. Tell me you want it. I say I don't get off me. His trust gets harder, deeper. Tell me you want it. NO, get off. He kept telling me to tell him I wanted it, but I kept saying no, playing the game. He pulls out and flips me over, spreads my legs, and slams back into me, Tell me you want it. Ok, ok I want it. Now the two of us are at our high peak, the booty bump has taken full control over me and I want his cum. Were sweaty messy kissing, talking dirty about his thick 9 1/2 cut cock and my boy pussy. I remember him telling me to tell him to rape my pussy while mom and dad are gone. That I want him to get me pregnant. I tell him no I won't say that. That fires him up and he insists that I say it. NO! He becomes more forceful. My little 5'5 135 lb body is no match to his 6 foot 185 lbs. I'm being tossed around like jello. My hole starts to spasm, I lose it and start to beg Troy to bread me. Nothing is more important than cousin Troy's cum in me. Then he says it, Tell me to get you fucking pregnant. Get me fucking pregnant. Please Troy get pregnant. The next minute is haven as we both come down from the massive load he just pumped into me. We lay there and I ask him what the fucks wrong with you? He told me to shut up, I loved it.

Hello everyone. I'm 19yo and just moved to a large city for the first time in my life for studies. I come from a small village (which is on an island). Although we do have tons of tourists well it was hard to do anything sexual. It seems as there is a kind of an invisible barrier between us and the tourists. Being gay is tough here but I've managed to be a fake str8 or whatever you may call it. I know that I'm gay and I have no regrets or bad feelings about it. I love liking men. However I'm a bit scared too. Sometimes it feels that my sexual drive takes control. It's not easy finding someone. I recently made a profile on a gay site, I receive lots of messages but very few were interesting for my taste. I'm mostly into someone who would be 35+, the daddy type you know. I don't really know if I am a top or a bottom, for the time being I can be everything. I feel like I'm ready to catch fire, metaphorically speaking. I also thinking of getting a nipple piercing. Sounds irrelevant but somehow when I get horny I think of that too. Or when I see it in others. I wanna test another man's lips and not only that. I know about prep and I know about STDs. I want my first time to be raw. The only guy that we're talking these days is a guy who is 40 and he likes smoking and poppers. he smokes cigarettes and weed. We jerk off together at cam and he likes smoking a lot while I stroke for him. he wants me to suck him. I think I want too. I'm just a bit confused. I'd like to discuss all these with someonen who is patient and does not want to fuck me right now. I've got no gay friends or friends who know that I'm gay. So I wanted to share all these..

Had just finished gymming and I was horny for some gloryhole action. The thrill of the chase, putting my ass against the wall and waiting until I feel the poke of a hard cock, drives me wild. Every time I go in, I always get multiple loads and I wonder how many today will score me. I walk in, go to the back past the wall lurkers and am in my booth with just enough time to take off my shorts when I hear the door close on the other side. Without having to even touch it, in pops this hung white daddy dick ready to fuck and I lube up and in he goes. I start riding it and within two minutes my hole is dripping his seed. As soon as he zips up and is out, the process begins and I ended up with 14 cocks unloading in me during that hour. I think the best fuck was when I walked in and this older and kind of pudgy straight guy saw me walk in. I love that I’ll take all loads as long as the tops cock is hard. He seemed hesitant at first but wanted to load me and was rock hard in the hall. Once I saw his shoes on the other side, after I had him buried inside my ass for a couple minutes I hit the buddy booth and let him watch through the now frosted glass as his cock slid in my hole, leaking loads all over his dick. He loved it and gave me one of the biggest loads. Can’t wait to take some anon cum again today.

I was also 19 when I first had sex. Gosh, those were long years waiting to get to a big city so that I could find other gay guys. But that was a very different time before AIDS and the internet. I wouldn’t even try to advise you on modern coming out and hooking up. However, I strongly urge you to think carefully about your health. I totally understand wanting your first sex to be raw. And I would feel the same way. The great thing is that you can go raw and be pretty safe too, but it will take some planning. Take precautions. Find a doctor or free clinic where you can get medial consultations. At minimum, I’d suggest getting on PrEP and get vaccinations for HPV and hepatitis. You can also get a prescription for doxycycline to take after having condomless sex to dramatically reduce the risk of catching an STI (DoxyPEP). I’m definitely not a medical expert, so others will probably correct me or add to the list. Reading posts on this site can make risky sex sound great - it sure does to me! But I urge you to take a step at a time. Just having sex for the first times is unimaginably exciting. If later you want to stop PrEP, you’ll be in a much better headspace to make that life-altering decision. Good luck to you! Keep us posted.

There’s no greater joy than focusing on relaxing your ass to get that strangers cock as deep up inside you as it can possibly go. Feeling the head of some mans prick in the core of your body, knowing that if He decides to pump harder into you you may get tiny tears in your tender fuckhole while you picture his dickhead expending as it splash’s hot semen onto your excited membranes. As he slips out of you, you pray it won’t be long before another man enters you and uses the cum that’s still hot in you to get his seed in you even more deeply. It’s the greatest joy there is to give your body to men for their pleasure. If you’re a good bottom you will please many many men and they will come back and se you often as you get better with every load you receive.

It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.

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

This all started around the end of 2018 when Patrick started PrEP. As someone who’s a bit shy around sex Patrick felt that PrEP could reduce his anxiety around condomless sex and turn him more into the pig he always desired to be. You see, he had a darker sexual idea of intimacy for years but never fully embraced it. For a long time he’d been a member of bareback forums and a member of BBRT even since he was a first year undergrad in college. While Patrick fantasized bareback sex and getting roughed up in the bathhouses of the big city, these desires only stayed a fantasy and never were a reality. Patrick had a deep desire for hairy men, group sex, flip fucking, exchanging seed and swapping loads, pummeling each other and using loads as lubricant, in dark, dimly lit spaces. To Patrick, PrEP could be the key he needed to unlock his promiscuity. The time he first started taking PrEP was also around the same time Patrick accepted a new job at a startup in the Flatiron neighborhood. Things were looking up for him now as he had entered his late 20s; he was more assured with the direction his career was heading. Additionally, a new workout routine had finally started to kick into a higher gear as he began focusing more on weight training, pushing less reps and heavier weights, and feeling more confident with the barbell. A few months prior Patrick was an average weight-height ratio, a true mesomorph, with a little extra love around his chest and hips, but since he began hitting the gym and eating leaner, he was losing weight and seeing more definition in his arms, back, and shoulders. Walking around nude around the locker room was also different, as his shyness was becoming less and less obvious from his early and mid 20s. His chest hair was also starting to grow more dark and curly; he was becoming more manly and less boyish. If he had time after his workout, he’d even stick around in his towel and begin to use the dry sauna, hoping to catch sight of someone joining him or to hook eyes with another gym rat. On an early November morning Patrick had planned his PrEP appointment at the Chelsea health clinic not far from the office. Showing up early he was amongst a bunch of other gay men waiting outside for the doors to open. Patrick was a bit nervous as he wasn’t sure how much time he’d need or how seamless the process would be with the doctor. In no time the doors had opened, and the queue had begun filling in their clipboards with personal information. Finally after nearly an hour and a half, his number was called and was presented to the doctor who’d exchange all the information he needed to begin building up his immunity. Upon finishing up his appointment and heading to his office for the day, he had already begun his daily regimen of the blue pill to become the primal bareback sex fucker he’d been pining for. All Patrick needed to do now was wait for 2 weeks and the games would begin. He kept track every morning how many days left until he’d let his body be consumed by all the new fuck buddies he’d soon be making. Motivated and completely horned by all this activity and excitement about being used, Patrick decided to walk back after work to the west side of town to Chelsea and head to his go-to sex shop, the one with a long blue awning outside and awkward mannequins in the window display. His current bottle of poppers were drying up and needed to refill, but some other purchases could possibly inspire him that day at the store. While he typically didn’t buy much more than a bottle of poppers and silicone lube, Patrick decide to go for his first jockstrap with a thick black waist band and a big pouch to hold all his junk in. Feeling a bit out of place and unsure what he actually wanted, he kept flipping the jocks across the clothing rack rather quickly as if he knew what he wanted, but clearly didn’t come PrEPared. Upon finding something medium size, and simple in design, Patrick brought his selected black jockstrap to the cash register to this cute guy who he recognized before from prior shop visits. This man in his late thirties has a good looking face but not particularly conversational. Patrick gestured to this cashier that he needed a minute to grab some poppers on the shelf behind the line, but instead of grabbing 1 bottle he grabbed 3. 1 bottle he picked up he recognized and 2 were new he hadn’t tried. He felt it was worth investigating further so he asked the cashier “would you recommend these 3?” The cashier took a look at the selection and without hesitation returned “I’d go for the white English one missing the logo, guys say it’s pretty strong”. Looking at the price it was more expensive and in a larger bottle than the others. The value made sense to Patrick so he quickly exchanged one of the 2 new ones for the white bottle and was ready to commit. To Patrick, the stronger the fumes, the better the fucking. “sounds like you’re gonna have one hell of a night”, the cashier said softly as he winked and smiled. Patrick blushed, “well I’m hoping to branch out a bit from the same ones I always get”, proving just how shy Patrick is. He could feel his palms sweat, as the cashier handed him the small stapled paper bag with the poppers and jock. “Have a nice night!” as Patrick scurried out. “You too man!” he could hear from behind. Once home in Harlem Patrick started messaging some guys on BBRT, invigorated by his new purchases and with the renewed sense of certainty that he was getting closer to uninhibited group sex he always desired. One of the guys messaged Patrick, giving him a jolt of horniness and excitement. The message was super basic as you can imagine. “Hey what’s up” this stud wrote. Intrigued by the prospect, Patrick went to his profile to see a guy who was well built, and listing many hot keywords: kissing, sucking, verse, group fun, rimming, 69, undetectable. This guys preferences were practically singing to Patrick as he began envisioning the two of them entwining their bodies together, exchanging their fluids, exchanging saliva and cum, licking each others sweat, huffing and huffing poppers all night. Patrick also saw a coupl emojis: eggplants as usual, but also a mountain and some clouds blowing, which he thought seemed a bit out of context. Without much thought Patrick began edging carefully as he contemplated messaging him back. Patrick thought that this might be someone he could meet up with in the coming days, as his plan was to wait until Friday night after work and see what kind of trouble he could get himself in to. Restraining himself from cumming, Patrick decided to prioritize browsing guys and getting comfortable with what hot profiles his neighborhood could offer. He did not recognize anyone from any prior hookup but potentially there could have been prior messages Patrick had regrettably ghosted in the past. Not this time he thought. Friday finally came, and Patrick felt like a kid waking to a white Christmas morning. Now that he completed his immunization, Patrick would later that night go hunting on BBRT across the entire city, searching for verse and hairy guys who wanted to ram their cocks into cum filled holes. Getting through the day, Patrick hit the NYSC by Park Ave around lunchtime, focusing on his arms and chest. Patrick spent a solid hour and 10 minutes working his body, feeling his testosterone lighten the stress a bit. Looking in the mirror of the locker room Patrick could clearly see the results of today’s routine, recognizing his arms and chest all pink and swollen from the pump of his workout; his face was flushed pink as well. Everyone else in the locker room during the lunch rush minded their business as if it were a normal Friday. After Patrick had returned back to the office, he pursued his remaining tasks before the weekend started. Patrick’s last meeting finished up, and by 6 it was time to leave, catch the D train home to 145th St. and start PrEParing for the night. Patrick was completely spent from the long draining day at work and feeling the exhaustion from his workout, he was feeling more focused on his need for a nap once he got home. Speed walking from the station and from the dark and cold air, Patrick made it home, walked up his quiet and empty apartment, and slipped into bed, setting his alarm for 9:30. Hearing the gentle chimes, Patrick recognized that it was well into his Friday evening and he needed to get a move on. Luckily, Patrick slept solidly and was ready to focus on getting some dinner ready and start cleaning his ass. Patrick had a basic meal ready in no time, accompanied by a few shots of rum. It was strong but would help him relax even further into the night. It was time to hit the shower, taking with him his douche, his new poppers, and his music playlist. The playlist that Patrick had curated was dedicated to deep and seductive beats, a very low energy but could easily put you in a sexual trans. While he didn’t want to take too long cleaning himself, Patrick took the liberty of opening one of his fresh poppers and inhaling the fumes through one of his nostrils, letting the warmth make his body glow. His heart was pounding in his ears as his ass lips were pulsing. Patrick slipped 2 fingers up his ass, feeling the pleasure of something entering his ass and rubbing the walls inside. His cock was full of pulsing blood, making him erect at 8 inches. Fuck. Tonight was going to be a ride. By nearly 10:30 Patrick was fully prepped, and feeling the intensity of his continued use of poppers mixed with the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream. Patrick could feel the worked muscles from his workout and confident with his looks. Dried off and laying in bed, Patrick opened up BBRT and began exploring all online profiles within a 5 mile radius. The profiles were just incredible; it was a buffet of furry raunchy pigs. It seemed that every block in the city showed somebody online wanting to bareback. Patrick was sweating and he could see clear precum begin to ooze from his erect cut shaft dribble down his mushroom head. Patrick was determined he was going to hit up multiple guys and take each of their loads, allowing them to churn the last pigs shot into him like making butter, slicking his ass with any load he could get. While there were some messages sent from blank profiles, Patrick kept on, sending a handful of messages of his own indicating that he was interested in what the other guys were up to. He soon checked out a profile of a couple in their 40s who lived close to his Harlem apartment. The pictures from their side looked hot!, (although who could know for sure if they were up to date). Some of the photos had them together and some separate. One of the guys a bit tall and somewhat thinner but broad shoulders, while the other guy was a bit more beefy and a chest full of hair. Their account showed active and online, and that they can host, fantastic! Patrick sent a message and waited a bit, and in very little time he got a reply from the couple. For Patrick, this couple would be his priority if they could host and could host NOW. After some quick back and forth, the conversation did not waste any time getting to the matter of position, likes, timing, and phone numbers. Moving to text, the couple sent the address and let Patrick head on over. Slipping on the new jockstrap, warm clothes and a shoulder bag with his new sex supplies, Patrick would show up on their brownstone doorstep within 15 minutes. After being buzzed in and walking up to the third floor, Patrick could hear their apartment front door open with a low voice call him in to greet him. Seeing the guys head peek out, the taller partner welcomed Patrick with a warm tone to his voice, covering his mostly naked body with the front door. “I’m Mike, great to see you Patrick” Mike closed the door behind Patrick and were facing each other, with Mike only wearing short briefs. Looking at his face Patrick recognized him from the photos very clearly and was relieved to see that his photos were accurate. Entering their apartment, Patrick was met with the smell of burning incense and low lit colorful lighting, and a warm air temperature. Patrick scanned the room trying to gauge the layout and if the partner was around. “You look incredibly fucking hot, this is going to be a lot of fun” Mike closed in on Patrick. Given that everything was meeting Patrick’s immediate expectations he was relaxed to give Mike a smile and a brief embrace. “Thanks for having me over so quickly you look hot yourself” Patrick returned. Mike continued to gaze into Patrick’s eyes. At this point, a sound from the kitchen could be heard as the partner, wearing a tank and briefs, came around the corner holding what appeared to be Gatorades. “Hey there kiddo I’m Ben” the shorter partner said. Mike looked at Ben with a devilish grin as Ben came up to Patrick, giving him an amicable hug to gesture his welcome. “So how long have you lived in Harlem? I don’t think I’ve seen you much online or at anybody else’s house before” Ben said “Yeah I’ve been in this area four years actually, I just don’t log on too often” Patrick replied, taking off his coat and placing the bag to the floor. “Well we’re looking forward to getting to know you better” Said Mike, smiling Small chat continued briefly about the apartment, helping Patrick ease into the environment, and the hosts were gracious to help him get comfortable. “Water?” Ben asked, heading back to the kitchen “Yes that would be great thank you. By the way I picked up some fresh poppers I hope that’s something we could try if you’re interested” “Thanks for bringing them! We can’t get enough of them. We have some new ones too so we should be in good company” said Ben Mike ushered Patrick, “come follow me Patrick. And hey, Ben? Can you also grab the other supplies?” Mike led Patrick thru the living room down their hallway, opening the door a bit further to Mike and Ben’s bedroom, more dimly lit and curtains sealing the windows. A projector was also showing incredible porn with the volume at a decent level. There was also a laptop in the middle of the bed and several cups on their dresser right near the bed. Patrick was excited but nervous, recognizing that things were gonna start heating up. “This is our room, now don’t be shy you can have a seat in the bed let me grab some candy we picked up from the deli” Patrick removed his shoes and socks, took a spot on the bed and watched as Ben came in with the Gatorade and gummy bears from the kitchen. Mike came over to Patrick and proceeded to deeply kiss him from the edge of the bed. “Let’s take this off shall we” Mike said looking into Patrick’s eyes and running his fingers across his waist. Before long, Patrick had pulled his long sleeve shirt over his head and revealed his chest. Ben had now reappeared in the doorway, focusing on their new guest as Mike took Patrick’s shirt and laid it on a side chair. Patrick’s heart was racing but was more excited than nervous. “Oh let me grab my bag in the living room” Patrick got up and headed down the hall. Grabbing his bag, Patrick returned down the hall half naked and reentered the bedroom. Ben had taken to the bed having removed his short as Mike was going through the drawers looking for something. Ben gestured to Patrick to come meet him in bed, and Patrick responded by unbuttoning his pants and exposing his black jockstrap and his hairy legs. “WOOF you’re gonna make us wild tonight, bring that ass over here!” Mike called. Climbing into the bed, Patrick dove straight into Ben and began making out aggressively, tongue locked and feeling their bodies press against each other. They could feel each others muscles and firm and warm bodies comfortably come together as they started to suck each others necks. “ would you like to try on any of our gear? We have tube socks and a harness if you’d like, I’m gonna put mine on” Mike said. Patrick chimed “ I’d love to sure “ returning to Ben, as Ben licked his pecks. Patrick’s set of gear was handed to him and he quickly figured out how the back pieces crossed and how his arms would feed through. Patrick could hear the poppers open as Ben inhaled long in each nostril. Ben looked like he entered Pleasure Island as he sat back against the headboard, took a pause to let the warmth run through his body. Patrick climbed back to Ben, facing him with his ass facing Mike. In moments, Patrick could feel the third person join the bed and began rimming his ass. Mike cradled Patrick’s dick as Mike licked upwards to the base, back toward his hole. Mike's tongue circled and circled, while he stroked Patrick’s dick slowly and tenderly. And then SLAP - against Patrick’s ass. Ben and Patrick continued licking each others tongues and exchanging saliva. Their hands cupping around each others ears to stabilize each other and holding each other firmly. Mike was now sucking on Patrick’s ass hole as the inner ass muscles were relaxed. Ben grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it to Patrick’s nostrils. “Five seconds each kiddo, we’re gonna all take a turn and get flying” Ben said. Patrick complied, letting each nostril fill with the amyl fumes, reaching his blood vessels and through his body. It was ecstasy, and Patrick took a third hit before passing the bottle to Mike. Mike inhaled twice in each nostril before capping the bottle and throwing the poppers on to the bed. “Want a cock ring? Might be fun if you haven’t used one” Ben asked me. “Yeah I’ve never used one but I’ll take one if you’ve got an extra” Patrick replied. Ben scurried off the bed and went to the dresser. Sitting back against the pillows, Patrick and Mike faced each other before colliding into each others arms and started licking each others chest. Patrick could taste Mike's salty body, letting his lips suck at Mike's treasure trail, down into his crotch. Patrick proved more dominant and pushed Mike back to expose Mike's mast. Immediately Patrick began feasting on his meat, roughly 7 inches long but pretty fat. Each of them slipped on their elastic and colorful rings. Patrick felt like it wasn’t completely necessary for his already hard dick but felt comfortable with the pressure on his balls. Before continuing Patrick grabbed some water and rehydrated. Ben, applied lube to Mike's cock and said, “wanna ride him first? And I face fuck you?” Without hesitation Patrick swung his legs on both sides of Mike to straddle him as he lined up Mike's dick right up to his loose fuck hole. Letting Patrick control the dick invasion, the slick cock pushed through Patrick’s ass lips and began to slide slowly through, letting out a low and deep moan. Ben already had the poppers ready for Patrick, as Patrick took a longer huff in each nostril. Once Patrick was sitting at the root of Mike’s throbbing dick, he let Mike's meat adjust in his warm soft cunt and settle in its new home, until he slowly begun riding back and forth like a jockey, rocking and milking themselves; Patrick pinning down Mike's elbows, and their rhythm maintaining a good pace. Ben climbed over Mike's face, giving his partner access to his sweet furry cunt, and Patrick access to his swollen uncut rod. Ben could now lean forward and grip Patrick’s hips, massaging his back muscles and lightly dig his fingernails up and down. It left red marks but not in a painful way. Patrick was quietly working Ben’s growing hard-on as Mike sucked his partners hairy ball sack. The moaning of all three of them continued as the porn from the projector continued through the queue of scenes. Now you could hear the bed beginning to squeak just a bit but ultimately the bed contained these pigs pretty well. Their heat was warming up the room and Patrick was in the center of the action. Their sweat had made his skin slick, and occasionally requiring he push back his bangs. “Hey wanna try something stronger? We wanna see if you’d like to try something that’s similar to poppers but lasts more than just a couple minutes. It’s definitely stronger and we have a bunch we wanna share with ya” Patrick’s eyes lit up. Hearing that it was similar to poppers was what Patrick was hoping to hear and this couple was fulfilling his needs. Continuing to ride Mike, Patrick agreed “fuck yeah I want you to take me beyond the limit” “Trust us you’re gonna love it. It’s gonna be a good time” Ben said in an enthusiastic way, emphasizing the last sentence. Mike looked to Ben and Ben got to the bedside table and got three big shot glasses already pre poured with what looked like a red Gatorade cocktail. “What’s in that?” Patrick asked. “Some really good shit. You’re gonna feel incredibly cock hungry and you’ll want more. Start with this dosage and see how you feel after 30 minutes.” Ben said. Stopping for a moment for Mike to pull over and sit upright, Mike grabbed a shot glass and handed one to Patrick and Ben grabbed Mike a glass and one for himself. “See ya on the other side kiddo”

Part 1. First, some background information. Me and my husband Max have been together for 8 years, 6 of which have been married. We are both around 30 years old. I am 30 and Max is a year younger. Our life is really good and we have fun together. We have a lot of friends and we travel a lot during the holidays. We spend a lot of time together and do a lot of different things together. But... There is one thing that is not perfect. My sperm hunger. For the first 4 years I was able to keep it quiet, but the need for strangers' sperm only got stronger. It grew inside me. I realized that I always looked first at the man's crotch. Ohh, what a big bulge that man has. I realized that I was jealous of every bottom boy in a porn movie who got a raw cock and loads of cum in his ass. I had tried to subtly talk to Max about it, but he didn't want to hear me. He was definitely of the opinion that marriage is only an agreement between two people and does not include other people. My cheating started unintentionally 4 years ago. I was at an optometrist and a 50-year-old male optician gave me vision tests. Every now and then my eyes strayed to the man's crotch, which seemed to be bulging out nicely. After the tests, the optician rested his own hand on his bulge and rubbed it lightly, looking me straight in the eye. Finally he asked if I liked what I saw. I nodded shyly, and admitted that I liked it. The optician said that if I want, I can also examine in more detail. Timidly, I reached out and felt the optician's hot bulge. "Open the buttons," the optician commanded. I obeyed. I opened the buttons and the big pouch of the optician's underwear was sticking out of the pants. "Lick it," was the command. I obeyed again. I greedily licked the pouch of the optician's underwear and bit through the fabric with my teeth on his hardening cock. "Take it out," ordered the optician. I did so and immediately took the man's hot cock straight into my mouth. I started sucking cock like there was no tomorrow. "Oooh, you greedy slut," said the optician. The man fucked my mouth hard. The cock wasn't terribly long or thick, but the man's testicles were big and juicy. I held the bags and caressed the testicles as the cock moved in and out of my mouth. "Get up and turn around," the optician commanded me again. I obeyed like a sheep. When I turned around, the man would pull my sweatpants and underwear down to my knees with one jerk. Immediately he placed his raw cock on my hole. Without asking anything, he pushed inside me. The man's raw cock was inside me. He hadn't asked if I wanted a condom. He just thrust into me with his bare cock. I screamed in pain, but the man growled at me "shut up bitch". "We don't want the whole house to find out what a whore you are". After a while, the man picked up the pace and squirted his sperm into my hole. I felt several injections in my gut. After emptying himself, the optician pulled away from my hole and buttoned his pants. "Well, now lift those sweatpants up and you can leave so I can continue my work," the optician said coldly. I pulled up my pants and left the optician's booth with my ass full of sperm. It was the first time I cheated on my husband.

Knowing who you are and what you want is good, but it's only half the battle. I knew in my mind that I wanted to touch naked boys before I had any idea what jerking off was, but was in my 20s before I was open enough to have proper sex with a guy. But that was a different era. Now it's ok to be open about such things, especially if you're in a big city. Find a gay friend your age, or an older mentor type, and have long talks about gay stuff and sex. Don't worry about what makes you horny. You're still in the process of figuring that out. That list will change and grow over time. Things that seem weird now may make your dick drip in 10 or 20 years. Are you a top or a bottom (or versatile)? You won't know until you try. Don't be scared of trying each of them over and over until you're absolutely sure. :) Just learn how to clean yourself out before bottoming. Both you and your partner will appreciate that. Whether you start raw or use condoms is up to you. Of course you know our opinion LOL. The idea of going without PReP may get you horny (or maybe not), but whatever you do, make it an educated decision. As was mentioned earlier, you can always start safe, and then take the training wheels off later. Being scared or nervous is normal when you're starting out. I'll also echo @viking8x6's comments about "pickyness". I can't say much. I was picky. I also didn't touch many dicks other than my own. Looking back, I want to slap my younger self and tell him that there will be time later to find Mr Right, but that at their age, they should be focusing on Mr Right Now, and Mr Big Dick But With a Hairy Body or With Facial Hair, and Mr Interested In Me But Over 25, and Mr Doesn't Look Like The Guys I Jerk To Online But is Horny and Lives Nearby. Those are the guys that will get your hole filled (or let you fill theirs) on a regular basis, and when you're young and horny, that's what should matter. Good luck, and let us know how it goes.

If you're not on PrEP, you should be. If you are, then relax and hopefully enjoy the experience. As for what you'll experience: nobody else's experiences in that regard are really relevant - you and your body will react the way you and your body will react. For some, bareback sex is a life-changing experience. For others, it's another day of the week. My own suggestion, though, is to not put too many expectations on it - increased expectations = greater opportunity for disappointment.

Well, if I were a closeted gay politician who works hard to block same-sex marriage, or adoption by gay people, or whatever, while cheating on my wife with other men, and I were asked "How would you feel about being outed?" of course I'm going to object. That doesn't mean my own (selfish) desire for privacy over this part of my life trumps exposure of the hypocrisy. In my view, you don't get to invoke the "this is a private matter" cover when you're working to harm others on the basis of THEIR private matters. You're making their private lives a public issue, so yours gets to be one too.

As a tight bottom with a relatively shallow ass, I'd say breathe, relax, and as you're receiving the dick, push out like you're taking a dump, it opens up the inner hole. Lots of lube helps, too! My Tops love how the ass muscles stroke their heads. Never had any complaints!

I binged this story today and am loving it! Brock had a good working knowledge of sex going in, but it didn't take him long at all to figure out what he really wanted, and to get Dale to give it to him. He's not even one day past his 18th birthday and has yet to walk out of the first porn store he's even been in when he looks up from the cock he was sucking and says "I want you to poz me, uncle Dale." That's my kind of teen. Horny, eager, and down to business. It was tough to get past the point in the story where Dale pozzed his nephew, and again when Brock converted. I damn near blew, but held back. I didn't want to wait another day to get to the end. I'm also anxious to see if Aaron becomes one of Brock's conquests. I hope so. If Aaron isn't already poz, that needs to be fixed. Something else I like is how the virus becomes a character, guiding Brock along and nudging him to go deeper into the world of sex and debauchery. That's cool. I'm looking forward to more of that, and seeing Brock willingly go deeper down that path. Then we top it off with an author who takes the time to develop a plot and create detailed descriptions, on top of writing hot as fuck dialogue? Damn. This is some good shit. Are there things I wish were different? Sure. I imagine Brock to be clean shaven and smooth, and a little less jockish, but that's easy to "fix" in my mind, and I'm not dismissing the author's preferences. You gotta write to what gets you hard. Other than that? I just think it's really hot, and hope we see more!

Depends on how he acts. If he's friendly about it then I'll gladly suck him again later on if he wants. If he's a jerk about it then he won't get a second glance.

I am a dl married man and I know many other dl married men that hang in gay venues. Most guys enjoy the company of these married men. We frequent these places because we feel safe. But if word gets out that dl men are being outed you will certainly see a drop. But my question is why? Why out ordinary non public figure dl men? What are gay men gaining by doing this?

Love this! Pre-AIDs daze when porn had a "storyline"... LOL! Hot men had moustaches instead of over tatted bodies. And of course, disco music in the background! We need Jack Wrangler back again.

Cumunion 9/16 - not a sedate, hard to get fucked Cumunion - wall to wall ass and fucking Saturday night well into Sunday morning. Oddly the 4th floor had a fair amount of action, got fucked several times in the now dark room on the 4th floor. And there was a line and show at at least two rooms on the 4th floor as well. Only definitely bred once though, and this by a guy who had me fully off my feet, getting fucked in the air (started out bent over waiting for dick). My weight fluctuates from 185-190 lbs with 18-19% body fat, so I'm a little muscular - this guys dick was big but not too big - he had me fully off my feet for most of the fuck. The dungeon had ass available until well into Sunday morning - both slings and the fuck bench. However around 2-3 am guys did kind of break off from hunting ass to more one on one.

None of these responses seem to reflect any "holier than thou" attitude, in my humble opinion. As many threads seem to do, this one has evolved from one plain old regular guy sneaking off to the tubs, to a gay, closeted public figure using his/her public position to attack the same folks he/she sneaks off to have sex with, and that's what makes the difference from where the thread started, and where it evolved to. Rather, the responses in favor of a "situational ethics" issue reflect the instinct to serve justice upon someone whose soul is so corrupted, they have compromised the privacy they so noisily compromise in others. If a closeted public figure rails against "the gays" in a public way, he or she is acting out his/her own self-hatred by condemning all the others like her/himself, which invites some measure of counter. I do not condone, and have never "outed" some regular guy - married and cheating - or cheating on a boyfriend - or anything similar. The issue the above respondents are reacting to has evolved to addressing justice upon those who are one of us, yet seek to harm us. I think it's healthier to be open and honest in my own interactions, but that's only my personal bent. That said, we're still buddies, yeah?

This is why I finally bought a fuck machine. I watch porn, hit the poppers and let the machine destroy my hole.

Dude. For god's sake chill. Thoughtful people disagree with you, including me, but this is not the way to have this conversation. Any Republican politician who is gay deserves to be outed, in my opinion. They want to fuck us, but they don't want anyone to know. Fuck that damage. They're not some 18 year old kid in small town Alabama who has a rational fear of being out., they're adults (like CPAC's Matt Schlapp, who's been accused of sexually assaulting several young men). They made their bed, now they have to lie in it. I am a firm believer in "DO NOT fuck any Republican under any circumstances. They want us dead." I (and perhaps you too) am old enough to remember when the first question about AIDS was asked in the Reagan White House briefing room. EVERY SINGLE PERSON in that room laughed. Press and staff. They all laughed because we were dying. I was 21 and will never forget it.

Chapter 6 EV I’m starting to come back to myself. I know I’m high as fuck, and this isn’t just some molly like I’ve done in the past. I don’t know what that guy…these men…has given me but I’m barely aware of what’s going on. My ass hurts; it’s feeling needy…like a cat in heat. I’m plugged with something huge. It’s not comfortable, but when I rock my hips and my hole clinches around it, pain and pleasure shoot up my spine, and I’m not sure which one is stronger. It’s both the worst thing ever and the hottest thing ever. I let a out little groan with my next clinch around the plug, and I hear chuckles from somewhere. I try to move and look over and it only jostles the plug more and I whimper and moan more. “Well, gentlemen, looks like someone’s starting to come back to themselves.” I hear more laughs. I want to say something but my throat hurts, badly. I vaguely remember having someone’s cock (or is it cocks) in my mouth, and not gently. I’m trying to piece together the events of the last few hours…or is it a nights. I don’t know. “Hey darlin, I got you.” The bed or mattress I’m on sinks a bit on my left and I move toward the voice. A hand comes to rest on my face and I lean into it. “Shhhh. You’re safe. Can you open your pretty eyes and look at me?” I moan as I’m drawn up against a hard chest. I struggle to open my eyes, and when I get them open and somewhat focused, I see the handsome man I met in the bar….what’s his name…Brian? Bran?....no, Ben! So Ben did this to me….but I feel so good and so worn out. “There you are beautiful, starting to float down from the sky we had you in.” I feel the bed shake again and move and I close my eyes. Too much struggle to keep them open. “Now ain’t that a pretty sight, gents.” It’s another voice from somewhere else. “So subby and clinging to Ben. They’ll come to do that with all of us, eventually.” I must have a look of confusion on my face because Ben, I’m sure it’s him, cradles me against him and humms. A deeper, gruffer voice from somewhere just off my side pipes up “So, is this it now? This cunt goes clingy and we all just sap the fuck up?” “Fuck you, Horse! Claims don’t happen immediately and sure as shit not from as little as what we’ve done.” I don’t know this voice but it’s close…right almost….I jerk in Ben’s arms as more calloused hands start to rub me. I can’t make out all the noises around me, but my head is guided away from Ben’s shoulder and I feel rough lips against mine, demanding a kiss. I give in, and feel smoke enter my lungs. In my ear, Ben says “just inhale it, baby….let Axel make you feel good.” Axel’s kiss go on and on, it seems. He pulls back and let loose the breath he filled my lungs with. The bed moves again, and more lips come to mine, but different. “Such a good Hole for us, baby…..take Bull’s breathe, too. All of it will make you feel so good again.” That kiss ends, and there’s another….then another. I’m honestly not sure how many kisses like that I get from ever how many of these men there are. I’m floating again. I catch myself groaning and whimpering in Ben’s arms. He cradles me like I’m something special, and I hear “just let go and soar, baby. Your our Hole now.” BULL This kid is so fucking high, and so fucking beautiful, too. They’re limp against Ben’s body and just swiveling their hips from time to time, feeling that plug in their cunt. I reach over and tap it a few times and get a hearty groan for it. I fucking love it. “Ben, position him against your chest and throw his legs over yours.” Ben does as I ask and our Hole’s head just falls back against his shoulder. I’m in awe of this beautiful thing spread out before us and knowing it’s ours to do with as we please. My mind races with ideas and depraved ideas. I’m sure the grin that crosses my face isn’t a nice one. “Needles….I want a spreader and 4 cuffs, a massager, your sounding set…and the poppers, yeah.” We position our Hole flat on the mattress. I ask Horse and Needles to stay with me and tell Axel and Ben to enjoy the show. Needles comes back with what I’ve asked for and I start to work: cuff the ankles and attach them to the spreader, spread WIIIIIDE; cuff his wrists together and up over his head. I give the massage gun to Needles and notice as he catches onto my plan with that. I know I have tastes that maybe not all my other guys have, but I think Horse is enough of a mean and dirty fucker to be into this. I pull him off to the side some. “So…I want you to strip out your jeans and straddle our toy’s face and make him eat your ass. And hold the spreader up so his ass is open for Needles.” “Um, Bull, probably not a good idea….you know I haven’t been home to shower in a coupla days.” “Yeah I know that” I grin at him. “That’s exactly why it’s gonna happen. Look, this is new to you, I get it, but when this Hole moves to the clubhouse….let’s just say it’s gonna be easier to start the training now than later, if’n ya follow.” Horse’s brows pops up and he shakes his head side to side, “This just gets more twisted by the minute.” “Oh, and you’ll have the poppers with you….give him a good 4 or 5 deep inhales of that before you straddle his face. Pull his arms up and pin them between between your legs and then you’ll just be able to sit back and enjoy.” We step back over and Needles has the sounding set all ready to go. Everyone gets into positions and Horse starts feeding our Hole the poppers. Needles turns on the massage gun and puts it up against the plug and I watch our toy buck under the sensations, even as the poppers relax them even further. I pick up this soft tina-dicked little cock and squirt some lube into the tip and let it start to slide inside. Horse throws his leg over Ev’s face and sits back, completely smothering him with, what I’m absolutely sure, is probably a very ripe and rank hole. Our Hole starts bucking against everything. They aren’t at all happy with what’s his on face or with what’s going on in his cunt. They’re protesting more than I expected. Maybe Horse was even dirtier than I thought. “Fuckin lick it, you cunt!” Horse is growling and holding the spreader bar up with one hand and pinching the hell out of their nipple. “Clean my fucking nasty hole, bitch. You know you like it and deserve it”. He dismounted their face, held the poppers over it a few more times and slapped them hard and spit in their face. Leaning down he whispered in their ear where only I could hear, “you’ll lick my nasty hole clean and eventually you’ll be trained to love it. If you don’t I’ll beat the training into you and you’ll have to do it anyways.” With that, Horse straddled our Hole’s face and grinded back down on him. I’m guessing Ev was scared into it or was too out of it to protest because they just let it happen and Horse grinned as I’m sure that sweet tongue was licking him up. Needles turned the massage gun even higher, and I grabbed a twisted metal rod and started to let it slip down this little cock I held.

The purist approach, of course, is that everyone gets to decide for himself or herself when and if to come out. So if the question is framed in terms of, say, a right to privacy, it's really hard to say that X has that right but Y does not. After all, one of our most telling arguments for recognizing same-sex marriage was that if a man had a right to have his marriage to a woman recognized, he should have the same right to have his marriage to a man recognized. Ethics, though, isn't about rights; it's about doing what's right. So, for instance, a person may have a right to kill himself, but it may be ethically right to pull a person back from a ledge from which she's about to leap, especially if one suspects she's not completely capable of making an informed decision at the moment. And sometimes the situation is like the classic trolley switch problem: if a trolley is hurtling down the tracks toward five people who can't get off the tracks, and you can throw a switch to shift the trolley to a different track, but it will kill one person who can't get off that track, do you throw the switch? On the one hand, not acting means more people die. On the other hand, acting means that one person dies but it's because of something YOU did. What to do? I think outing a married person who goes to bathhouses or bookstores for sex (but who otherwise is not a public figure) is like flipping that switch when there aren't five people stuck on the track to start with. You aren't saving anyone, and you're inflicting harm not only on the person who's cheating on his wife, but on the wife and their families, too - for no gain other than adding to the sum of brutal honesty in the world. Outing someone in a leadership position - a religious figure who preaches against gay sex, a politician who votes against gay rights - is more like the classic trolley problem - outing is throwing that switch to save the larger group - with the addition that the five people stuck on the track are there in the first place because of the actions of the person on the other track. He's put them in harm's way, and you're not only saving them from harm, but you're helping normalize the fact of being gay for other closeted people. But again, that calculus only comes into play, in my view, when the person being outed has actively, not passively, worked to harm the LGBT community.

A top on Grindr hit me up on Monday of this past week. We exchanged photos and then proceeded to engage in hot breeding talk. I'm sure he shot a load while chatting with me. The exchange was so hot that we exchanged numbers. He wrote me yesterday, super horny and ready to fuck. I prepared my hole and drove a half hour over to his house. I walked in and got undressed. When I turned around, his 8 inch dick was already at full mast and up against my butt cheeks. I exclaimed, "Oh! You're ready!". He ate me out, made me suck his dick, and then he throat fucked my thrussy until I started to gag. He then folded me up in a number of very specific positions and fucked me senseless. We were both high off the poppers when he mounted me missionary. I could tell from the sounds he was making that he was close. He slammed into me, grunted and let loose. He went wild when I used my ass muscles to milk his cock. He stayed hard enough to keep right on fucking until he dropped a second load. As I lay on my stomach recovering from all the action, I saw that he kept playing with himself. He suddenly climbed on top of me and piston-fucked me until I got loads three and four. I've never had a top who could huff poppers like that and still be hard enough to fuck. I for sure thought he was done after that. We lay there chatting a bit. Because he has such a pretty dick, I began to massage his balls and suck him. Well, that got him going and he fucked load #5 into me. I got dressed, thinking his balls HAD TO BE empty at this point. I asked for a quick tour of his apartment. As I stood near the door, I thanked him for all the loads. He pulled his dick out again and asked me to suck it. I did and right there in front of the door, he pulled my jogging pants down and fucked me yet again. What the fuck?!? I got SIX loads in 90 minutes, so I know he wasn't lying earlier when he told me that he needs to cum 4 times a day. After I arrived back home, he texted me, "Come back soon to get my loads. Loved how you sucked me. I felt like there was no hurry. You just enjoyed sucking it and when I turned you over and used your ass, you just took it. Really nice." Nice indeed. I don't know what I did to deserve this big-dicked, multi-cumming top, but I'm hella thankful 🙏 .

Why not?

Part III a: Rebuilding the stables. Rahim never came so hard in his life. His emotions are all over the place and he feels conflicted. As he catches his breath and collects his thoughts, he feels a tongue going over his body. That’s right. Whenever he doesn’t cum down Vincent’s throat, he makes that fag clean up whatever mess of cum on his body. His cocks, his hands, his abs, and even when it drips down to his balls and ass cracks, Vincent would happily oblige. What a good bitch. He likes how much Vincent worship him, the thrill of making another man be his bitch, and not just any man but a well groomed, handsome jock. He remembers smirking at Vincent cumcaked hair and face, saliva dripping down his chin all over his muscular pecs when he dresses up after their throatfucking session. Vincent just looks back and smiles happily like a puppy getting treat. What a fag. And that fag is easy to train. He just needs to be told once what Rahim likes and he will do it everytime they meet. Just like now he is cleaning up Rahim with his tongue. He is cleaning up the cum that Rahim shot all over his abs, Rahim’s still rock hard cock and hefty nutsacks, Rahim’s ass that is cover in cum. “Wait… fuck… my ass.” Rahim thought as cum leaks out of him and Vincent lapping it up. Unlike the usual it’s not Rahim’s cum Vincent cleaning up alone. It’s Vincent’s cum that filled him up when he fucked and bred Rahim. The reality kicks in and Rahim bounces out of the bed. “Are you ok?” Vincent asked innocently, face covered in cum running down his chin. Rahim avoids eye contact and gather his clothes. Vincent shook his head. He fetches a towel and hands it over to him. Rahim takes it and mumbles a Thank you. He quickly wipes his body and dresses up in silence. Vincent knows better not to rushes anything. The stallion’s pride is wounded, and any wrong word could push Rahim away for good. So he just does what he knows these cocky straight guys like best, act like an obedient bitch and stay quiet. He kneels naked on the floor and wait for Rahim to finish with a puppy face. As Rahim tries to leave, he caught glance of Vincent and gulped. The fag assumes his position just like he always does, the way that makes Rahim feel like a big man. A tiny part of him feels strangely at ease. As he got home, Rahim quickly strips and goes to the bathtub to clean up. He tries to keep a clear head the whole way back but it was hard to stay sober with how much drank and smoked. His head still buzzes when he got into the tub. He looked over to his clothes on the bathroom floor and the panic hits again. His underwear is soaked with cum! Fuck, how much did that faggot dump inside him. Vincent doesn’t cum when they meet, except for that one time where he asked for permission while Rahim pounded his throat. They had been meeting a few times by then, and as much as he doesn’t give two fucks about the fag’s pleasure, he thought he would be a generous master for a change. He remembers now. It was a hot moment where Vincent blew a massive load on the floor while deepthroating Rahim. Rahim cums a buckload, but Vincent definitely has him beat in that department. It was quite gross when he saw the shower of cum spraying all over the floor, but then it gave him an idea. He asked if Vincent would lick up all the cum on the floor. Vincent made a quizzical face and for a moment Rahim thought he would loose his fag because he cross a line, but then he saw that smile again followed by a “Of course, stud. If it pleases you.” He couldn’t believe this fag. He was so turned on that once Vincent finishes his tasks and look up at Rahim, he was immediately stuffed with a mouth full of cock and a load sprayed down his throat. Rahim was certain it was a matter of time before he can own Vincent’s ass. The handsome fag would do anything to please him. But today outcome was not what he planned. It all started with that rimjob. And now he came home with an ass full of fag’s cum. Looking over at the cum stained boxer, he dreads what is coming. As soaked as it is, that is nowhere near the amount of cum he saw Vincent pumped out. He takes a deep breath and pushes, and a big stream of cum gushes out of him. His heart sinks. He does not know what to do or how to feel. He turns on the hot shower and cleans himself. As he touches his whole, it feels tight again. The fag has a small dick, nowhere near his thick giant tool. That is a silver lining, he laughs in defeat. He closes his eyes and try to push a finger into get all the cum out. He winces at the pain, but try to go deeper anyway. He remembers Vincent’s trick earlier to let the finger stay put to loosen him up before going further. He reaches deep, swirls around a bit and pulls out. Fuck, still has cum in there. He soaps up and goes in again. Second time was less. He keeps going again. Unconsciously, he stays longer each time. Soon he was fingering himself and rubbing that good spot again. He snaps out of it eventually. “Damn it, what was I doing?” He smacks the side of his head. He looks down to see a raging boner and gulps. He wants to blame everything on Vincent. It’s all that fag’s fault. But part of him enjoys it. Vincent does whatever he wants, and the fag would not have done so if Rahim didn’t ask for it. “Rahim, what is wrong with you. You are not a fag. Why the fuck did you order a fag to fuck you?” He lamented out loud. He is exhausted and try to pinch his dick to get the boner down. He dried up and flung himself into bed, passing out completely. A little bit of cum still trickle out of his ass as he laid sleeping. I wonder if I should include some pics of models that I imagine what the characters would look like. Let me know what you think.

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

Depends where you go, there’s a bit of filtered red light towards the entrance, but there’s nooks where it’s just black

I'd say no, but there are times when people are justified in not following the moral code of never outing someone I'd definitely say these are about the only times when it's okay to out someone. Or maybe if someone isn't outspoken on the issue, but they're sexually assaulting men. Then it's okay to out them, too. Outside of the above scenarios, when I think about people being outed against their will it feels like a theft of sorts. They're being robbed of their right to remain private and their decision to come out at a time of their choosing, or not at all. I remember reading that Harvey Milk was one of the people who outed Oliver Sipple, the man who saved the President's life in the 1970's. It felt like a gut punch just reading about how he begged to not be outed, only to have it happen anyway because these people decided it was more important to showcase a gay hero than for the man to have the choice to remain closeted. It ruined his life in many ways. His family disowned him and he wasn't even allowed to attend his mother's funeral (that's on the family, but again, his choice to prevent this was taken away). I can't imagine his despair - he died alone in his apartment and was so isolated that they didn't find his body for 10 days.

I am the one that wrote the nifty version for sure, but I know longer have access to the email it was written under

My well fucked hole. And plugged to keep the load in.

Appetizing hot and love the complicity of the partner of crime 👅

Lucky BBC 😈

Sexy 👿

Apparently there is a man who hosts parties not too far away from me. They are daytime, so makes it harder for me to take part, but I'll certainly look at the possibilities.

Part 2.A: I m not a bottom "I m not a bottom. That was just a fluke." - Vincent drifted away with his thoughts. He was brought back to earth when he felt his butthole tickled. Samir is eating him out. The young Syrian refuge is picked up by Vincent a few months ago on Grindr. He had a blank profile with just his age and a little description about wanting to try gay sex. Vincent does have a thing for Arab boys, especially when they are hardcore Muslim. Something about the forbidden nature of their religion excites him. He remembers the first time they met, Samir was extremely shy and reserved. But he was a slut deep down. He was even a worse kisser than Derek. Vincent had to told him what to do. The difference was that Samir immediately begged to be fucked after that like a cheap whore. He is very soft spoken and if not for the masculine face and beard, people would think he was a girl just by hearing his voice. "Daddy, please fuck me. I wanna be your whore." That was exactly what Samir said, and Vincent delivered with condom on. Samir was hooked after and came back regularly. Vincent likes Samir. He is good looking, masculine, slightly hairy and very handsome. He is also 19 and thus reminds Vincent of his good old college days. After their third time, Vincent wanted to break Samir in properly. He did the usual trick where he tease Samir hole with his bare cock, pushing ever so lightly that it didnt go inside. He then bended down and made out with Samir, getting the boy worked up. Just as he expected, Samir eventually welcomed the bare cock inside him on his own, without Vincent even have to push. And he dicked him hard. Vincent was clean and always make sure he has no disease and on prep. He has no intention to harm his partner, simply just want to enjoy the bare sex from time to time. And also the sweet feelings of getting a boy accepting his first raw cock. Samir had asked him to pull out when he came, and he obliged. He never wanted to force his partner. Today is new. Samir goes for his ass. Vincent likes a good rimjob from time to time, but the incidence with Derek made him feel a bit cautious when his ass is played with. "Samir, babe, what are you doing?" Vincent asked softly and looked down between his legs quizzically. "I... I thought I would try it, rimming you. You always do it to me and it makes me feel really good. I want to return the favour." Samir meekly answers. "You know I do that to lube you cunt before I rail it right?" Vincent said "Oh no. I don't mean to do that. I... I just want to please you. And it does taste good like you said about mine." Samir sounds slightly panicked. He s afraid he upset his top. "Ok. Fine. You get a few minutes down there if you enjoy it so much." Vincent sighed. Afterward, he ordered Samir to climb on and ride him. Samir happily obeys and ride it hard while Vincent strokes his cock. After five minutes, Vincent picks up the space and thrusts hard into him. It brings Samir close to the edge as he cries out in ecstacy. "Oh yes daddy. Thank you. You are gonna make me cum." Samir moaned loudly. But Vincent had a different idea today. He stopped and rises up with his dick still lodged inside Samir. He put them into missionary position and starts making out with his slutty bottom. Samir was extremely horny and moaned into Vincent's mouth as they kiss and fuck. Vincent would occasionally bring Samir to the edge but then stop. It goes on for 10 minutes and Samir is going crazy. "Daddy. I wanna cum so bad." He begs. "Yeah? You wanna cum together?" Vincent grunted. "Oh yes daddy. Yes fuck the cum out of me." Samir asks and Vincent jackhammered him hard. Samir tried to reach for his cock to jerk off but Vincent pinned his hands down and keeps pounding. And soon Samir had the first handsfree cum of his life, a prostate orgasm nonetheless. His ass squeezes and Vincent took the opportunity to pump his load inside. Samir had no objection this time because he was so high on sex. Samir does not spray cum but delivered a very thick load onto his stomach, which Vincent scoped up quickly to lube up his cock and pushed it back in quickly for a few last thrust, mixing both of their cum together inside the Arab boy. Vincent collapses on top of Samir and they make out again with his dick still plugging Samir's hole. When they calm down, Vincent pulls out his dick and roll over to Samir's side. Samir took a deep breath and reaches for his hole. It is full of cum that slowly trickles out. "You... came inside me." Samir said, somewhat sobbing. Vincent caught a whiff of fear in Samir's voice. He soothes him and reassures Samir that he is tested recently and on prep. "Don't worry babe. I would not do anything to hurt you. I know you would like it." Vincent said as he reaches down and fingers his load back into Samir and massage his sensitive prostate, making his cock twitches a few time. "Yes. Yes daddy. I did like it. I trust you." Samir looks into Vincent's eyes and he pulls him in for a kiss. "See, Vincent. You are a top."-Vincent thinks as they cuddle.

Over 3 months later and I still run through this daily in my mind. The thrill, the excitement, the risks. What might have happened that I was unaware of. The fear. The want. It's intoxicating.

It's all part of the thrill.

Good. As a dl married man myself I can tell you that it’s hotter when the wife does not know.

I would love to read sources on the bolded statements. Puberty blockers don't harm children; they simply arrest the progression of puberty temporarily. Children are not given hormones until they are (a) old enough to consent and (b) actually undergoing puberty; this generally translates to somewhere in their mid-teens. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/trans-youth-gender-affirming-health-care-misinformation/ I'm pretty sure @PupLucca is right about the surgery as well. That's only done for legal adults. Furthermore, NONE OF THIS STUFF is done for children unless they UNDERSTAND IT AND NEED IT.

Let's face it, there's a huge difference between fucking with a condom and fucking raw, especially when the guy is shooting his load. At that point the tip gets too sensitive and the condom rubbing on it makes it very uncomfortable. I can't blame a guy wanting to shoot inside a warm smooth hole. I was stealthed in the 90's by a guy at the sauna who took off his condom. Before leaving my room he whispered in my ear "I left you a present", I touched my leaking hole. I never went back to condoms.

Part 2 Getting up off the bed I headed toward the door and reached down to rearrange the obvious hardon in my pants. I laughed at myself, thinking, Why bother? We both know why we're here tonight. Although, I told myself as I reached the door, there's some things Chad doesn't know about tonight...yet. That quick thought made my erect cock ooze precum from the head as I grabbed the doorknob and opened the door to let Chad come in. He was standing there wearing nothing but a tight pair of shorts, flip flops and his sexy fucking smile. I drew in a quick breath seeing his smooth sculpted defined pecs, his hard dark nips, and his washboard abs. He was fucking beautiful and he knew it too! I grabbed him by his wrist pulling him inside the room and slamming the door closed behind him. A second later I had him pressed against the door pushing my tongue inside his mouth, both of us moaning in need and lust. I had one of my hands rubbing over his meaty pecs and playing with his nips and my other hand down the back of his shorts and kneading his muscled jock ass. Both of his hands had immediately gone to my crotch when we started to kiss and he now already had my pants down around my feet and his hands stroking my cock and caressing my balls. He pulled back from my lips and as he dropped to his knees he said in a husky whisper, “I gotta suck your cock, Lance!” He slid his mouth down the first 5 inches of my fat cock and I moaned feeling the pleasure his mouth has given me so many times the past four years since that first night. I put my hands on the back of his head and looked down, seeing his eyes looking up at me as his mouth moved further down my shaft, his lips stretching wider as he reached the widest part of my dick. “Damn, little bro! I love seeing the way your lips stretch like that around my cock. It looks so fucking hot and perfect! Here bro, let me help you get past the thickest part there.” Saying that I applied pressure to the back of his head with my hands feeding him more of his big bro's cock knowing he wanted every inch filling his mouth and edging into his throat. Chad was a hungry and eager cocksucker. There was never any gagging from him, only growls of pleasure and need. He moved his hands to my asscheeks, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth as I pulled his head closer to my dark pubes. Working toward the same goal it only took another moment before his lips were pressing against the hair of my crotch and my full nuts were pressing against his chin. He began using his throat muscles to stroke and squeeze the shaft buried in his throat. This was a talent he had shown me early on in our sex together and it was such an awesome sensation. I threw my head back and groaned loudly. “Ah fuck yeah little bro! Suck your big bro's cock. Keep doing it man and I won't be able to hold off. You're gonna make me cum down your throat bro.” Chad's hands tightened on my asscheeks and a muffled moan let me know that's what he wanted. “Yeah you hot cocksucker! Take it little bro! Take every damn drop of your bro's married cum! Here it cums, oh gawd yeah man, take it all! Ugghhhh, ugghhh!” My cock erupted in Chad's throat sending ropes straight down into his stomach. I pulled my spewing cock slowly backwards so I'd be sure to cover his tongue and give him a taste of his big bro's hot jizz. I knew the night was just getting started for both of us and it was going to get better and hotter! (to be continued)

Part 24: Jay Arrives “Will, I’m poz.” My brain shut down, these three words, while simple, were too difficult for me to process. “You’re what?” “I’m poz,” he said again. “You’re… but… I…” “I know we left everything off a bit… awkward,” he said, cutting me off, “but I don’t want us to break off communication again. It would kill me if we did.” “I don’t want that either,” I told him. “But, Jay…” “I’ll be in your area in a few days, and I want to stop by to talk. I also want to meet your guy.” “My guy,” I said, watching as Domonic walked back into the room, dick swinging low. Some cum from Peter's ass was still on the tip. “Yeah, I think he’d love to meet you.” “I’m ready to meet him, too,” he said. “My hole is ready, too.” “Right, yeah,” I said. “Your hole. Because you’re poz now, so you can.” “Who’s poz?” Domonic asked. “I’ve lost track of the guys we’ve fucked.” “I’ll talk to you later, Jay,” I said, watching as Domonic’s face lit up. “Bye.” I ended the call, my head swimming. “Jay’s poz?” Domonic exclaimed. “Apparently.” “That’s incredible,” he said, a huge smile on his face. “Isn’t it?” “I… don’t know,” I said. “Will, I know you’re angry that he tricked you into fucking him with a broken condom,” Domonic said, “but it sounds like he really wanted this to happen.” “I can’t believe I pozzed him,” I said. I thought of the night we were last together, the fear I had felt once I saw the broken condom and saw Jay's smile. “Now he’s coming here. Shit, is he going to bring his boyfriend?” “He has a boyfriend?” I nodded. “They met in a park. Scratch that. They fucked in a park.” “Fuck, I need to meet your brother,” Dominic said. “Well, it looks like you will,” I told him. “I can’t believe this.” I sat down on the bed, noticing that my cock was hard again, already dripping pre-cum. I’m so perverted, I thought. Admittedly, there was a part of me that wanted to see him again, and a part of that was sexual. Yes, I wanted to fuck him again, and now that he was poz, I didn’t have to worry about pozzing him… because I already did. “Fuck, this is a mess.” “Do you think he pozzed his boyfriend?” Domonic asked, his own cock growing. “Or, maybe, his boyfriend pozzed him and you didn’t.” “Is that possible?” I asked. “Could be,” he said. “You don’t know how long he’s known. It may not have been you who pozzed him. Maybe you only… pushed him where he’s always wanted to go.” “It is something he’d do,” I said. Jay even said that he took risks when it came to sex. That was the reason he tricked me in the first place. “And do you know what we should do?” he asked, leaning over me, pinning me down to the bed, his erection dripping pre-cum down into my pubic hair. “We should be doing what got you pozzed in the first place.” ** I felt sick leading up to Jay’s arrival. I was excited to see him, but everything involving his pozzing made me nervous. While pozzing Pastor Kline had been the goal, a goal we worked hard to score, pozzing Jay had not been. Even Peter was different with his fucking Lewis and Pastor Kline trying to get his son’s dick in his ass. Everything with Jay made things complicated. I looked down at my arm on which a newly tattooed tally mark looked up at me. While neither Domonic nor I checked to see who had truly gifted Pastor Kline, it didn’t matter as I had been the connection between Pastor Kline and the life he had always wanted. His conversion was my doing. “Be proud of this mark,” Domonic had said as soon as he finished the mark. “Be proud of the fucker you’re becoming.” While I liked the fact that Jay wanted to be closer to me, and while sex with him was incredible, I didn’t want my first pozzing to have been him instead of Pastor Kline. It still felt wrong. “Still nervous?” Domonic asked, coming up behind me and kissing me neck, sending chills throughout my body. Domonic had thought it would be fun to surprise Jay naked. While I liked where his mind was going, I had to convince him to meet Jay wearing clothing… at first. “Extremely,” I told him. “After this, I’ll need you to fuck my brains out.” “Happily,” he said. “Maybe Jay will join.” Before I could answer there was a knock at the door, and my stomach turned. I tried to step forward, but I was frozen. “I’ll get it,” Domonic said, kissing me again. Calm down, I repeated to myself, closing my eyes and trying to slow my pounding heart. I heard voices chatting, their increasing volume a countdown. “So, you haven’t been here before?” Domonic asked Jay, a suitcase behind them. “No one in the family has been here,” Jay said. “I’m the first.” “You’re the first in more ways than one,” Domonic joked. Jay smiled, catching my gaze. “Hey, Will.” “Hey, Jay,” I said, stretching out a hand. “Come on, Will,” Jay said, pushing my hand away and hugging me. “You’ve had your dick shoved up my ass. I think we can do better than shake hands.” My dick jumped slightly at the memory. “Feels like you remember,” Jay said with a smirk, his hand squeezing my ass. “I’ve missed you.” “You too,” I said. Jay looked me over and then scanned my apartment. “So, you two living together?” “Not yet,” Domonic said. I gave him a look which clearly said, “What the fuck?” “It’s not that easy,” I told Jay. “Why not?” Jay asked, finding a seat on the couch. “Alan and I have been fucking for only a few weeks, and we’ve been living together almost the entire time.” “Tell us about Alan,” Domonic said, urging me to join them in the living room. “He’s a great guy,” Jay said. “He’s hot. He’s fit. His cock is huge. He’s the type of guy any parent would be horrified to have their kid dating. And, before you ask, no, we aren’t anything serious. We love fucking, and we bring other guys in to fuck with us. We love fucking outdoors, especially if we could get caught. We’re just having fun. I don’t know if it’ll last.” “But you’re poz?” I asked, finding my voice. “You’re sure about that?” “Absolutely,” Jay said. “I was sick and then got tested.” “And what about Alan?” Domonic asked, covering all the questions he knew I needed to know. “Is he poz, too?” “Sure is,” Jay said, winking. “Because of you?” I asked. “Or, was he already poz when you first fucked?” Jay shook his head. “You’re still upset, aren’t you? Will, come on. I said I’m sorry. What I did with the condom was stupid, but I’m not sorry that I did it. I wanted nothing between us, especially a condom. Now you have this fear that you’re the man who pozzed me acting like a barrier between us. Well, there’s no need. We checked. Alan is my gifter, not you. It’s his strain.” “Are you sure?” Domonic asked. “I knew Will would ask,” Jay said. “We checked. My ass belongs to Alan.” “That’s great news,” Domonic said. “Right, Will?” I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as I stood up and jumped on top of Jay, bringing his lips against mine, kissing him deep. All the anxiety I had stored up over the weeks since I’d last seen Jay disappeared, replaced instead with a burning longing to have Jay’s naked body pressed against mine. “Fuck,” Jay said once I let him come up for air. “I’m glad I checked.” “Me too,” I said, a stupid smile stuck to my face. “Should we relocate this welcoming to somewhere more conducive to group fucking?” Domonic asked. “I’d like a crack at your brother as soon as possible.” “I’m game,” Jay said. “Then let’s go,” I said, climbing off him and pulling him back toward my bedroom where Domonic was already opening the door, ready to fuck us both. “Maybe we should invite everyone over,” Domonic said, pulling his shirt and pants off in record time. “How many men are you two fucking?” Jay asked, his clothes also nearly gone. “Several,” Domonic told him. “Working on converting a married man right now. We’re about to include his 18-year-old student.” “If he agrees,” I added. “Oh, he’ll agree,” Jay said, grabbing my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear, my cock springing up to meet his watering mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of pre-cum off the tip, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck, I missed your taste.” “Watching two brothers fuck,” Domonic said, coming around behind me, massaging my shoulders. “There’s nothing hotter.” “Except having you join in,” Jay said, admiring Domonic’s body. “Will, I’ve been desperately waiting for you to fuck me again, but I’m hoping you won’t mind if your boyfriend fucks my ass first?” “Fine by me,” I told him. “I think I’ll find some use of your mouth.” “Fill him up on both ends?” Domonic asked. “Meet in the middle?” “We can try,” I told him. Jay jumped on the bed, his ass hanging out over while leaving enough room for me to be over his head. Jay’s body was just as amazing as I remembered it. As I climbed onto the bed, my hand ran along his muscles, feeling his warm skin. “I’ll go in first,” Domonic said, jerking his cock to life. “Will, I want you to fuck his throat after. I don’t want your dick in his mouth when I shove inside his ass. He’ll bite your cock off.” “Open him up first,” I told Domonic. Domonic inspected Jay’s hole and smiled. “He doesn’t need me to,” he said. “Looks like your brother has been working his hole open pretty well.” “I had to,” Jay said, looking up at me. “I knew I wanted Will’s dick again, and I needed to be ready for him. That, and he said that your cock is a monster.” “A monster ready to ravage,” Domonic said as he started eating Jay’s hole, sending my brother’s body into a quaking fit. I jerked off watching Domonic and Jay, seeing the two men who meant the most to me in the whole world finally together. A jolt shot up through my ass, causing me to jump. I looked down and found Jay’s hand on my ass, his middle finger pushing at my hole. “Mind if I massage your prostate while your boyfriend eats my hole?” Jay asked. "Alan does it to me all the time. It feels great." “Go ahead,” I told him, leaning down and kissing him. Jay stuck his finger into his mouth and wet it, returning it to my hole. Slowly, he pushed it inside, moving around in search of my prostate. “Ready?” Domonic asked, squirting some collected cum from the fridge on his cock. “Shove it in me hard,” Jay growled, looking up at me. “I fucking love this family,” Domonic said, smiling. He grabbed Jay’s legs and lined up his cock, nodding to me. In a swift thrust, he buried the entirety of his length inside Jay, causing my brother’s finger to disappear into my ass, hitting my prostate. My head was thrown back as his finger curled, pushing down, sending powerful waves of pleasure throughout my body. At the same time, Jay’s back lifted off the bed, his face contorted as Domonic’s dick stretched his hole to new widths and lengths. “Fuck,” Domonic cried, watching as we Ryder brothers rode the waves of pleasure shaking our bodies to their very core. “This is going to be fun.” ____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I'm splitting this chapter in two because it was too long. I'll try to get another chapter up next week, and then I'll need to take a Sunday or two off. For anyone upset that Will isn't the one who pozzed Jay, don't worry...

Alright guys, here is part 2 of Peter's perspective. Again, there is a condom used here, but that's because Peter hasn't been turned into a poz pig yet. Give him time. He'll be coming around soon enough. So will Lewis. This is also the longest chapter I've written. I hope I've filled it with enough jerk-off material to satisfy. Enjoy. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 20: Peter takes Lewis (part 2) I thought my legs were going to crumble beneath me as I tasted him, this man who was opening himself to me in ways no other man had done before. I could taste his tears as I was sure he could taste mine. Images of all the men I had ever wanted to kiss but had been afraid to appeared in my mind, ending with Lewis’s perfect face. Lewis broke the kiss, staring at me. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Don’t be,” I told him, trying to catch my breath. “Don’t ever be sorry for doing that.” “No,” he said. “I’m sorry that I ran away. I just… I didn’t know what to do. I was so surprised.” “I understand.” “I mean, I’ve never…” he trailed off, looking down at his feet. I reached out and gently caressed his arms, squeezing his muscles lightly. “It’s alright,” I said. “I haven’t either.” “Really?” I smiled. “I mean, I’ve wanted to since I was your age. Younger even. When I played basketball, I had a hell of a time hiding my boners in the showers. I’d see someone attractive, strong, hung,” I moved my right hand to his chin and lifted his gaze back to my eyes, “someone like you.” A small smile turned his lips. “I’ve never thought of another guy like that,” Lewis said. “Never?” He shook his head. “Well,” I started, knowing I was rocking a boat I wanted to keep from sinking, “why didn’t you run off to the principal? Why didn’t you take a swing at me? I mean, if you didn’t feel this way—” “I didn’t say I didn’t feel this way,” he corrected. “It’s just, I’ve never thought of another guy like that.” “Oh,” I said, my head looking down at my feet. Lewis’s hand reached out and directed my eyes to his, a smile completing his gorgeous face. “Until now.” I stepped back and sat on the edge of my desk, Lewis joining me. We sat silently next to each other and I felt as if I was back in high school. Yes, I was literally in a high school, but I felt as if I was young again, trying to gain the courage to speak to my crush. In some way, I was, even though I’d already kissed him. “When you started saying all those things,” he said, “when you started saying all of that, I was scared. I knew what was happening. For a second, I wanted to run out and find someone to tell. I wanted to hit you as hard as I could. I mean, you told me to break up with my girlfriend, and now you’re hitting on me.” “I promise that’s not why I told you to do that,” I told him, though I was wondering if there wasn’t a small part of me that had done so. “I know,” he said. “After I left, I don’t know, something felt wrong. I felt as if I was running from something I should have been running toward. It was like every step felt cold. I thought about what you said. I thought about feeling your heart racing,” he reached out a hand and placed it on my chest. I could feel my heart quickening. “Feeling your heat, and smelling you, even through your shirt. Something in my head clicked. I don’t know what it was, but the second I came back and saw you again, I just knew what I had to do.” I smiled, wanting to burst into tears. Never had anyone spoken about me like that, not even my wife. At times, I felt as if was a chore to be around me. I knew my wife didn’t want my around much of the time. Now, here was a young man, someone who could have anyone he wanted, but he came back for me. I leaned toward him and kissed him again, resting my palm on his cheek. “I’m glad you came back,” I said. “Me too,” he told me. His smile faded. “What’s wrong?” “Well,” he said, looking around us. “There’s a lot wrong. You’re my teacher and my coach. You’re, I don’t know, forty something?” “I’m thirty-six,” I told him, feeling the blow. “You’re married,” he continued. “You’ve known me since I was a kid. Plus, we go to the same church. What do you think they’d say?” “They don’t like the idea of you fucking your girlfriend,” I told him. “I know what they’d say.” “Aren’t you worried?” “I’ve been keeping this a secret for a long time,” I said. “I’m not worried because I’m not planning on telling anyone. You shouldn’t tell anyone either.” “I won’t,” he said. “I mean, all we did was kiss.” “That’s true,” I said. I looked at him, noticing his eyes wandering over my body. Though I had observed him for a while, I was realizing that this was the first time Lewis had been looking at another man in a sexual light. I was his first. I was the one who could shape him. “Do you…” I started. “Do you want to… do something more than that?” He stared at me, a slight fear in his eyes, mixing with a hunger I knew all too well. He nodded slowly. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “Well,” he said, eyes looking me over. “Can I, I mean, if you want—” “Whatever you want to do,” I interrupted, “I can guarantee I want to do too.” “Can I see what you look like?” he asked. “I mean, naked?” Never had I imagined hearing those words, especially from another man. Yes, I had been naked in front of men before, having played sports, but now, having another man wanting to see me naked, caused a slight terror to fill me. What if he doesn’t like what I look like? What if I’m not what he likes? He doesn’t know what he likes, I reminded myself. He’s new to all of this. This is your chance to show him what he likes. “Alright,” I said, standing up from the desk. I went to my office door and closed it, locking it. I turned back to Lewis, noticing that he had been watching me as I walked away, his eyes focused on my ass. I smiled. I first took off my shirt, revealing my hair chest, a nice coating of brown fur to show how much of a man I was. I wasn’t a muscle god, but I was strong. You could tell that I took care of myself and worked out regularly. I was proud of the way I looked. Seeing Lewis’s reaction boosted my spirits. He smiled and left the desk, eyes focused on my chest. “You can touch it,” I said, puffing my chest out. Slowly, Lewis reached out a hand and placed it on my chest, his fingers running through the hair and feeling my warm skin beneath. “Wow,” he said. “You like that?” He nodded. “I wish I had hair like this.” “You will,” I told him. He gave me a quizzical look. “I might have jerked off to pictures I found of you in Florida. I saw pictures of your dad.” “Yeah, he’s hairy like you.” “I’m sure you’ll start looking grizzly-like once you’re a bit older.” I imagined an older version of Lewis, and I could have cum just from the thought. “I hope so,” he said, his fingers digging further into my hair. “It feels amazing.” His hand ran down to my stomach, feeling the thin layer of fat that ran over my six-pack. He stopped as his palms met the top of my pants. He looked into my eyes, the fear now gone, showing only hunger. “Can I?” he asked. I nodded. Lewis lowered himself to the floor, resting on his knees, his face level with my crotch. He undid my belt and then unfastened the button. His hands shook slightly, an excitement causing him to shake. Slowly, he unzipped my pants and pulled them down, revealing my boxer-briefs. He reached out for my underwear but stopped. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I just realized what we’re doing,” he said, looking up at me. “What we’re about to do.” “And?” I asked, fearful that he was changing his mind. “I’m just happy,” he said. I smiled and slipped my fingers beneath the band of my underwear and the jockstrap beneath, his own fingers joining me. Together, we lowered them down, revealing my pubic hair, my shaft, my head, and my balls, all of which held a musky smell from the compressing jockstrap. That, and I had created a significant amount of precum, some of which was matted in my bush. Lewis stared at my dick, taking in the length, the girth, and my large testicles. I knew he had seen naked men before, but I knew he had never been this close to another man’s cock and balls. For a split second, I saw his tongue lick his lips. “You can touch it,” I told him. Lewis careful reached up and took hold of my dick, his fingers gently touching the warm skin. He traced the veins, the tips of his fingers gently caressing the glands. I started to grow immediately, but Lewis didn’t remove his hold. Instead, he wrapped his hand around my shaft and squeezed, causing a stream of precum to leak out. “Are you cumming?” he asked, watching as it trailed down to the floor, a continual string of my juice. “No,” I told him. “I produce a lot of precum. A lot of cum, too.” “Really?” “It’s called hyperspermia,” I said. “I make a ton more cum than most men.” “Your wife must love that.” “Not really,” I told him, feeling myself going limp at the thought of her. Lewis’ grip tightened again, and I started to get hard once more. “You can taste it, too,” I said. Lewis stared at the trail of precum, eyeing the clear liquid. He leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, the tip meeting the precum and breaking the trail. It stuck to his tongue and then dripped down his chin, narrowly missing his clothes. “It tastes good,” he said, licking his lips. “I’ve never tasted mine.” “I’m glad you like it,” I said. “I think you should take off your clothes too. I’d hate to get anything on them.” Lewis looked at me and nodded. He stood up and removed his shirt, revealing the body I had seen in pictures and briefly in the locker room. He was a strong young man, not a bit of hair on his chest. This made me feel strong, like the alpha. His nipples were erect, dark and the size of quarters. He tossed his shirt to the side and then undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. I had never had a clear view of Lewis’s dick before. I’d seen glimpse in the shower, but not enough to know what he looked like. While he wasn’t as long as me, his dick was thick. Porn would relate his size to a beer can. The head was smaller than the shaft, but it was a gorgeous head. He too was leaking precum, but not nearly as much as I was. I stepped closer and reached out a hand, taking hold of his growing dick. It twitched in my hand, causing Lewis to shudder from the feeling. As I jerked him off, gaging his length, I saw his balls pulling up into his body. They weren’t the size of mine, but they hung low and were covered in hair. Once his dick was hard, I moved to his balls and held them in my palm, feeling the weight of them. Something about holding the “family jewels” of another man made me feel powerful. I knew his parents had hopes for him, wanting him to marry and pump out dozens of kids. Here I was holding that future in my hands, hoping to change the direction of his future forever. All of these thoughts filled me with a lust I’d only ever dreamed about. As I touched him, I realized that I was the only other person, other than himself or a doctor, who had touched this part of him since he became a man. I was feeling his most vulnerable parts, and I wanted to feel even more. I released his balls and held my hand to my nose, breathing in his scent. I could smell sweat, precum, and his own natural odor which was intoxicating. “On your knees,” I told him. Slowly, Lewis resumed his position on his knees, my hard cock sticking straight out at him. “Taste it,” I told him. He stuck out his tongue again, but I stopped him. “Not my precum,” I said. “Taste my dick.” His mouth opened, tongue extended, reaching out to my engorged dick. I knew he wouldn’t be able to take much of it into his mouth, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to feel his mouth on my skin. The head slipped inside, moving along his tongue, the tip of his teeth gently touching the shaft. “Easy does it,” I told him, my hand reaching around his head and resting near his neck. “Don’t hurt yourself.” His lips closed on my shaft, only a small part of my dick inside his mouth. I knew he had seen porn, most likely straight, so he had an idea of what to do. Slowly, he started to move his tongue and lap up the precum now dripping into his mouth and down his throat. I ventured a bit more of my dick into his mouth, pushing slightly. He didn’t back away and continued to attempt to suck his first dick. I watched as his Adam’s apple moved along with is slight thrusts. Looking down at the top of his head, his lips, the same lips I had kissed not long ago, now wrapped around my cock, I knew this was what I had always wanted. This was what I had been waiting for. Almost half of my dick was in his mouth now, a motion created as his spit covered me, tongue tasting every aspect of myself. Watching him eagerly take me, tasting my cum and my cock, I knew what I wanted to do. I knew I had to fuck him. Except… “What’s wrong?” Lewis asked, my dick leaving his mouth as I stepped away. “Was it bad?” “No,” I told him, noticing a bit of my precum dribbling down his chin. He looked so cute on the floor, concerned, wanting me to come back to him. “It’s just… I really want to fuck you.” “Alright,” he said, smiling. “I don’t have…” I started, looking at his gorgeous face, lighting up at the thought of me fucking him, entering him, opening him up. “I don’t have a condom.” “Oh,” he said. “And we need one?” I’d always wanted to fuck without a condom, especially as the amount of cum I make makes it difficult to keep one on. I wanted to fuck Lewis, to feel his skin on mine, to bridge that gap, but I also wanted to be safe. This was his first time, so I didn’t run the risk of a disease, but still… “I’m sorry,” I said. “Hold on,” Lewis said, jumping to his feet and running out of the office. I waited, staring down at my cock, admiring the wetness from his mouth. Even then I couldn’t believe what was happening. Lewis had not only kissed me, but he had also sucked my dick and tasted my precum. I was living the dream of so many men who had fantasized about one of their students, hoping they could take them and teach them things not found in the classroom. “Here,” Lewis said, entering the office and handing me a condom packet. “Where did you get this?” “Corey keeps a few in his locker,” Lewis told me. “He keeps them there just in case he can slip a girl in here after a game.” “Smart kid,” I said, opening the packet. “Are you sure you want this?” Lewis looked at me, our eyes connecting, the weight of his answer seen between us. “Yes,” he told me. “Good,” I said, taking out the condom. I hadn’t held one of these in a long time. Though I knew I needed one, I hated the way it felt. Still, if it allowed me to fuck Lewis, I’d wear practically anything. “Get up on my desk,” I told him. “Lay on your back.” As Lewis got into position, I slid the condom onto my dick, finding the size to be a bit snug. Still, I wasn’t going to complain. “Like this?” he asked, his back on the surface, facing me, his legs bent. “Almost,” I told him. “Lift your legs up. I’ve got to get a look at your hole.” He gripped his legs and pulled them up, revealing his ass and his tight hole. While hair wasn’t seen much on the rest of his body, there was a thick collection of it around his hole. I reached out a finger and touched it, feeling Lewis’s body recoil at the touch. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s fine,” I told him. I slid my finger into my mouth and got it wet, returning to his hole. “I’m going to do it again.” He nodded. I touched his hole and ran my wet finger around the rim, pushing slightly. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t hold back the voice telling me to shove my finger inside before shoving my dick after it. With his hole wet, I pressed my finger again, slipping inside him. “Fuck,” Lewis gasped, body shaking, hands nearly dropping his legs. “It’s alright,” I told him, my other hand reaching out and resting my palm on his stomach. “I’m inside. My finger is inside.” “It feels big,” he said. “It’ll get bigger,” I told him, looking at my dick. I worked my finger inside, moving in and out, opening him up. Each time my finger entered him all the way, I searched for his prostate, knowing it was somewhere. After a little search, his body shook and a deep groan filled the office. I had found it. After a little while, I slipped my finger out and then spit in my hand, rubbing it over two fingers. “Two,” I said, showing Lewis. I slid both fingers inside of him, his body still shuddering but not nearly as much as before. I watched as he closed his eyes, head tilted back, relishing the feeling of my fingers opening him. Little moans escaped his mouth, my one hand opening his hole while the other rubbed his stomach, feeling the muscles beneath. I removed the two fingers and tried a third, his ass opening larger, pulling me in. Without telling him, I added a fourth. He was loosening, his body accepting me, his moans of pleasure telling me to invade his body. I slipped my fingers out and stepped forward, the head of my dick pressed against his hole. “Are you ready?” I asked. Without opening his eyes, Lewis nodded, biting his lower lip. I pressed my dick against his hole, moving gently, trying to enter just as my fingers had so easily. With a bit of added force, the head of my dick popped inside. Lewis’s body shook, his ass pulling more of me inside him. His eyes opened wide in wonder as he looked at me, his mouth open. I smiled. “You’re not a virgin anymore,” I told him. Lewis smiled, tightening his grip on his legs. “You feel huge,” he said. “I am,” I told him. I angled myself and spit on my dick, some of it hitting his hole. I pushed in again, more of my dick entering, opening him. “Let me in, baby. Let me in.” Lewis moaned, his ass quivering, his muscles trying to pull me inside. I knew I was giving his body something it never new it wanted but always needed. I continued to push inside, allowing him to adjust, allowing him to feel my size fill him. I wanted him to know what a real man felt like. It didn’t take long before my pubes met his ass. “I’m all the way in,” I told him, his feet meeting my shoulders. I leaned over and kissed his ankles. Lewis opened his eyes and looked down. “Holy shit,” he said. “You’re inside me.” “All of me,” I told him. “Are you ready?” “Yes,” he said, the slight fear from before returning. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. Flanagan.” I pulled out slowly, watching until only the head remained inside. It was a beautiful sight, seeing how his body welcomed me, how it was reaching out for me to return. I pushed back in, his legs shaking, his hands losing their grip. “Fuck,” he cried, hands reaching down to the desk and holding on tight. His legs rested on my shoulders, moving with me as I bottomed out again. “You feel so good,” I told him, pulling out and pushing in a third time. Then a fourth. A fifth. “You’re fucking beautiful.” “Fuck,” he moaned again, face contorted in an agony reserved for pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” “I won’t,” I told him, my pace quickening, a rhythm starting to form. “I won’t stop. I won’t let you go.” I reached out and took his erect dick and started to jerk him off, beads of precum dripping down his shaft. A smell permeated the air, the smell of sweaty bodies tied together, their sexual connection pouring out of their skin. I breathed deep, relishing the scent he and I created. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I could feel my body shaking, the exertion taking its toll. Had we been fucking for hours or only minutes? It felt like forever, but I didn’t want it to stop. Lewis was moaning continuously, the sounds of his pleasure music to me as I changed him. “Mr. Flanagan,” he said between strained breaths, his chest heaving. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it,” I told him, directing my thrusts, seeking out his prostate. “Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” I tightened my grip on his dick as I felt it grow, his skin turning a darker red. “I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, eyes closed, back arching. “I’m gonna cum.” “Do it. Cum for me.” “I’m cumming,” he yelled, the muscles of his body seizing, his mouth opening in a silent scream. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his dick and flew through the air, the first hitting the wall two feet from the desk, the second hitting his face, the third entering his open mouth. The rest covered his body until he was spent, leaving my hand covered. His hole tightened around my dick, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I wanted to cum inside him, but doing so while wearing the condom felt wrong. I pulled out and took the condom off, the precum inside spattering on the floor. I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, my other hand grabbing one of his legs for support. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, head tilted back, eyes closed, feeling the biggest orgasm of my life taking over my body. I could feel every muscle awaken as I started shooting, each burst of cum feeling as if a weight was being removed. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe, as if this orgasm was taking from me my very life. And it felt worth it. Once the wave ended, I released my dick and grabbed Lewis’s other leg, using them to keep me from falling onto his body. I opened my eyes and saw the young man sprawled out on my desk. He was covered in cum. Not only was his cum covering his face, chest, and abdomen, but mine had been added, creating a thick pool of white all over his body. I knew I produced a considerable amount of cum, but I didn’t think I’d ever been able to cum this much. If he had been hairy, every strand would have been matted with our semen, mixing together, becoming one. I looked down and noticed some of my cum had splattered on his ass, trickles leaking down over his hole, trying to enter inside where cum belonged. I stared at Lewis, watching as he looked down at himself, his hands releasing the desk and running through our loads. He smiled, looking at me with a wondrous glow. Never had I seen anyone look so happy to be alive. In that moment, I finally felt free. We went to the showers and cleaned ourselves up. While we cleaned, we kissed, my hairy body pressing him against the tiled wall, my mouth sucking at his neck. I wanted to fuck him again, but I knew his parents would be wondering where he was. Once we were clean, we returned to my office and got dressed. “How do you feel?” I asked him, buckling my belt. “Any regrets?” “None,” he said. “I’m just glad it was with you.” I smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. I couldn’t wait to fuck him again. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ I have one more chapter written before I may have to take a small break from posting every Sunday. I'm figuring out where the story is going and how to pull everything together that I want to do. Everything you've read took a few months to write before I posted. I hope I can work faster on the next few parts. Also, are there any other characters you'd like to see stories told from their perspectives? Any charcter ideas you'd like to see? Let me know.

I hopped up into the sling and maneuvered into position. I knew I had no choice now really. If I didn’t, these guys would’ve certainly made sure I was comfortable enough for them at least. “Strap him in.” Bloody hell. Steve took on a master of ceremonies tone to those within earshot. Almost to alert anyone else lurking about the sauna. “Gentlemen! We have an unexpected new recruit among our number this evening. Greg and I have already dosed Dan here with a couple of loads. So it’s over now to you, the panel so-to-speak, to help out with round two of the hiring process.” A shiver ran down my spine. “Brian, here, our most recent successful acquisition. I propose you begin proceedings!” Brian wasted no time, his fingers slipping into my now cummy hole, and his cock following immediately afterward. Jeez. I may have been new to the scene, but I was somewhat surprised how quickly I was acclamated to poz play. Brian was quite a vigorous lover, and I have the feeling his bollocks had been boiling after having been in the sling for god knows how long before I made my appearance. He piston-fucked me like some ravenous animal. I had no choice but to cave in as Greg shoved poppers under my nose again and causing me to groan increasingly loudly, honestly oblivious to the fact that I was strapped down in a sling, surrounded by poz men, all of whom were beating his cocks - hard, all awaiting his turn on me. A couple of guys, in fact, doused me with a load of piss. Before that night I’d been strictly one-on-one, but in the last hour I’d been fucked by three men. I didn't know how many more there will be or how long this would last. I was a lamb being led to slaughter. An offering. Undergoing recruitment. The final rewiring of my brain had seemingly kicked in. Fuck… yeah.

Part 8 Bobby told Shaun that their new neighbor, Mr Johnson, was a football coach in a high school in the next town and everyone called him coach. Many nights Bobby would go to sleep dreaming that he was in coach's arms. Bobby grew up sheltered and didn't know how a man like coach could use him but liked dreaming of being on his knees blowing the coach, being fucked on his belly, getting spanked on the coach's lap but mostly having the coach hold him and tell him he was his little boy. But last year he finally got a cellphone and could access the internet in privacy. The second night he found breedingzone and the next night he read "Seduced, Chemmed, and Pozzed by My Wrestling Coach", written by rawrawraw76 and that night dreamed the neighbor, Mr Johnson, seduced, chemmed and pozzed him. The dream scared Bobby for days until the next time he saw his neighbor and as he looked at him he knew he'd let him do it and knew he'd be happy being his boy. A couple of weeks later he heard that his neighbor got married and his new bride had moved in. Bobby cried that night knowing his dream wouldn't come true. Shaun told his little brother he was happy to share Eric with him and they fell into each other's arm and made out intensely and then pushed the cummy toys into each other as they continued to kiss. When Eric woke up he found the two brothers still holding each other but now sleeping. He carefully separated them and carried Bobby out of the room and into his room. As he laid the boy down he saw his cummy boyhole and knew he had many guys cum in him and likely some of it was toxic got him very horny. Knowing that Shaun had to have given them both pills to be able to sleep he could fuck the sleeping boy hard and make sure his cum was the cum to get into his blood. Eric fingered Bobby's tight little hole and scratched in good then lined up his dripping cock to that hole and slammed into it and rooted to boy the way he liked to and hoped to do often. As he fucked him he whispered into the boy's ear that he was now a cumdump slut like his brother and that his little boy ass was now a boypussy and being a pussy would be fucked full of cum daily. Eric wished the boy was awake for his breeding but then again he knew that when he slammed the boy at the party he still wouldn't remember. When he was ready to cum he squeezed and held the boy tight which was probably what Bobby was dreaming about. As he withdrew his cock he saw some red streaks and hoped his DNA would mix with his new boy's. Eric showered and went out to get items for the party. What neither of the brothers knew was the party was tonight and once midnight passed and Bobby's birthday was reached then the real party would start. He called his friends that weren't at the club last night to invite them then called the ones that were there to remind them. As he returned from his dealer, the market and liquor store the doorman saw the cab driver get all the bags out so the doorman told Cory to help Eric bring everything up. In the elevator Cory asked how Bob was enjoying his visit. Eric had always wanted to get into Cory's tight pants but didn't want to create a problem however it was clear to him that Cory was interested in little Bobby. Eric told him that "Bob" was from a strict family and being here with him and his brother was the best thing for him and that he would be moving in with them too. He could see that Cory's cock had hardened knowing that Bobby was staying. "Cory, I think you might like him" Blushing, Cory nodded as the elevator arrived at the floor. Eric thought that it would be hot to have both Cory and Bobby side by side, chemmed up and being bred all night. They carried the bags into the kitchen and Eric told Cory that tonight they were having a small party for Bobby's birthday and as he said party he pulled a big package of Tina and put it on the table and continued to then pull out his cash to tip Cory but he was watching Cory and saw the reaction he was hoping for as Cory saw the Tina. Eric then rubbed his crotch and asked Cory if he wanted to be a special guest and help him show Bobby how to be a good party boy for him and his friends. Cory nodded but couldn't stop looking at Eric's crotch as Eric stroked the huge hard lump. Eric lifted Cory's face and told him to be there at 10, Cory again nodded and then left and it was Eric's turn to stare as he watched the bubble butt in the kid's tight pants and smiled at how good his life was. Eric checked on his boys and then laid down with Bobby for a nap knowing he'd get no sleep tonight. He pulled Bobby into his arms and held him tight like a teddy bear and fell asleep. A smile and quiet sigh came from Bobby as his dream came true and Eric fell asleep thinking about seducing, chemming and pozzing the boy not knowing that the boy was likely dreaming the same thing. Bobby woke up first and felt he was being held and thought it was his brother but when he saw the strong black arm he gasped realizing it was Eric and then his whole body shook in orgasm but it felt different. Eric woke feeling the boy shake and asked if he just jerked off and Bobby quietly said no, Eric said it felt like you were cumming and Bobby said he did but when he woke up in Eric's arm it happened. Eric reached down to Bobby's cock and it was dry and Eric got so excited knowing the boy came like a little boy just because he was in his arms. Feeling Eric's hard cock near his hole got Bobby wiggling to get it into him. Eric had already bred the boy in his sleep and planned on doing it again tonight after he slammed the boy but here now he could breed the boy willingly but he wanted the boy to take it knowing that he was getting pozzed too. Since Eric hadn't spoken with Shaun yet he didn't know that Bobby wanted to be pozzed. Eric reached into the bedstand drawer and got the T-lube and a nice sized shard. He set the shard down but poured out some of his special lube and brought his fingers to Bobby's hole. Again holding the boy he told him to ask to have his hole fingered, and Bobby remembered last night and said, "Daddy, finger my boypussy". Hearing the boy call him Daddy and his ass a boypussy even without chems made Eric want him even more. He wanted to wait until tonight but he knew he couldn't wait that long as his fingers were being sucked inside. He relubed a couple times and then reached over for the shard and pushed it into the boy. Bobby felt the chems and was excited that Eric was chemming him and knew he was going to get fucked soon. Eric asked Bobby if that was cum in his boypussy and Bobby told him that Shaun gave him some rubbers full of cum. Eric said if he kept doing that he'd eventually get something he might not want but Bobby told him he wasn't concerned because he knew both his Daddy and his big brother would take care of him. Eric wished he heard the boys earlier but thought Bobby was ready when he pushed his cock in slowly until he was completely in and then told Bobby if he was really ready to get pozzed he should tell him to do it. Bobby convulsed and Eric held him tight as Bobby already having an orgasm asked his Daddy to poz him. As Bobby finished asking his orgasm got stronger and was Eric started fucking him Bobby screamed and his cock started to shoot even though no one touched it. Eric loved Shaun and would always but he knew he was never going to let Bobby go either. He know had a lover and a pussyboy and once he got both pozzed up then no one other than him would ever breed Shaun again but everyone could breed his new boy. Bobby was either moaning, begging or having another orgasm as Eric fucked him and held him and after only five minutes told Bobby he was pozzing him as he shot into the boy's hot and tight pussy and as Eric expected that triggered another orgasm from Bobby. Shaun had woke up when Bobby first screamed and stood and watched his man turn his little brother into a pussyboy. Some guys might have gotten jealous but Shaun's love for Eric grew as he watched him take care of Bobby. Once Eric loosened his hold of Bobby he saw Shaun and told him it was his turn to show Bobby what his life was going to be like. Eric got off the bed and Shaun got on and keeping Bobby on his side he pushed his cock into his brother and pulled him tight and told him that he dreamed of this day which sent Bobby into another orgasm. Eric let Bobby finish his orgasm then climbed on the bed pushing his cum, anal juice and bloody cock into Bobby's mouth. Bobby sucked it clean and had another but smaller and certainly dry orgasm as he realized what a dirty piggy boy he was.

Found this on my hard drive. not sure if this really is a 'Part three" but it seems to have the same "Seph" in it. Again, not my work but someone else's.. ========================================= Once again Seph went out on the prowl, he was visiting LA and needed to find a fresh hole to fuck and destroy. They met this punk in a bar, a seedy hook-up bar and there are lots of them in LA. The punk told Seph his name but didn’t bother remembering, to Seph, he was just another target, another potential victim. The kid was just how Seph liked them, acting more badass than he is, hot body, hot looks, thin - almost skinny, a little rough on the edges, but within a minute you see that is all just affectation. The boy is really not the street-wise thug he wants to seem. They chat. The kid is visiting from somewhere. He wants to be in the movies. Seph does the standard song and dance, and he seems to be warming up to his charms... Seph has an intensity that guys read, and he move fast. Within a few minutes, Seph has the kid talked into giving him a blowjob in the alley – the punk kid has already said he won't let Seph fuck him in the alley, he would want to "go somewhere" for that. Seph agrees, knowing once get it started he’ll have him… They are out in the alley he, is groping Sephs’ cock. The punk says he likes how big it is... "I get that a lot", Seph tells him cockily. He is trying to kiss, and Seph simply pushes him to his knees, he fumbles with Sephs’ belt, zipper and cock, soon he is eye to eye with the huge toxicP oz Pecker. They are justa few feet from a dumpster, and while it isn't reeking of decaying garbage it don't smell like roses either, the wall is brick, and the few old graffiti tags and posters from bygone days are dully lit by one lone lamp at the end of the alley, some 100 feet away. It is the perfect spot for a quick brutal fucking. Seph is a selfish fucker, he knows he want to fuck him the punk here in the alley, the probability that someone, a bar patron, a passerby will see them makes this all the hotter - so Seph has to play it slow, play it right to get his way. The kid licks and nibbles (why the fuck guys lick cock when it was meant to be swallowed Seph don't fucking understand...) Seph panders to the kids ego, telling him how good he is. Slolwy the punk is getting into it, and Seph start to take control more. His hands are guiding his head and throat deeper and deeper. He really can't take it all the way, and Seph let out a few frustrated moans and sighs. He redoubles his efforts, yet he still can not take it. Seph push him back, frustrated and insists he isn't "really" trying, the kid insists he is. It is obvious he can't take Sephs’ whole cock, and Seph tells him so, he looks hurt, Seph tells him to give me his ass, as he tries to say "lets go someplace" The moment he offers, Seph strikes and interrupts, firmly... "HERE". "You are going to have to not scream when I fuck you, you don't want to attract too much attention" Seph smirks darkly. The kid looks up and down the darkened alley, "um ok - you got a jimmy right?" – such stupid fucking word Seph thinks. "yeah, I'm covered". As he stands Seph spins him around harshly, and yank his pants down to his knees, one forceful move. Seph rest his hard poz cock in the kids ass trough, rubbing, teasing... there is plenty of sweat there to act as lube... Seph thinks if he adds just a little spit he’ll be seeding this ass in no time. The punk pulls away suddenly, "we got to be safe, put it on" he says trying to sound firm. “Ok, ok, Seph says, here you put it on for me...” Seph says as he reaches into pocket and tosses a condom at the kid, it sails by him and hits the wall, he turns and bends over to pick it up... the thought of soap in a prison shower comes to mind... And there it is. Shiny, young, tight NEG asshole. Ripe, untainted and spread open, just ready for being bred! Seph pushes him bent over against the wall, pinned, he cannot move. Spit already applied to Sephs’ Poz cock, he is already pushing at the kids back door. And as Seph slowly sink his uncovered, raw cock into the punk, the poor kid wails quietly... "Noooooo!" Soon, Seph is completely buried in him. Balls deep. The kid struggles to stand up but Seph keep him doubled over wedged against the wall. Seph could see that he has recovered the condom, and is clenching it in his hand all the while he is still trying to stand, watching this makes Seph chuckle in a low, cruel way. The kids struggle just adds excitement to the dance, his insistence to stop, his fighting against the toxic dick in his ass and the way his neg asshole tightens and throbs with his clenching feels utterly magical. Soon Seph is hammering him, eventually he lets him stand and support himself against the wall. In time the boy is moaning and whimpering and very much enjoying the fuck Seph is giving him. Eventually Seph asks him if he wants him to cum inside the kids ass. "NO!" he insists, and Seph chuckles again, wondering how long before he has him begging to shoot his poz load inside the boys neg hole. "You ever had a man cum in you before", Seph asks. The punk says no, and Seph keeps drilling him, harder now. "You want me to stop fucking you then?" he repeats no, this time more breathy, more distant. Seph make him beg to keep fucking him. And then fucks him harder still. He shift his hips so he’s hitting him higher in his colon, rubbing it around on all the spots Seph know he wants to be hit... the stimulating places deep up in a man that a good fucker knows... and Seph is using ALL his tools and wiles to get what he want. To get this boy to beg for his seed. They have been fucking now for ten minutes, in an alley, and the whole time Seph doesn’t care to let it last much longer, its time to seed and breed this ass deep. To plant his DNA and defile the raw untainted ass "Tell me you want me to be the first man to plant my seed in you... tell me how much you want me to me shoot my seed up in your raw unprotected slutty hole", Seph pause. "beg-me-for-it" he accentuate his words with an extra hard and deep fuck for each word. And then, he does. “Do it. Cum inside me, BREED ME!” And Seph has won again. Seph leans down and grip his throat and neck with his meaty hand and forces his body... his tight young ass back on to Sephs’ deep pounding cock, and then it happens. His hard pulsating Toxic death dick erupts with the fury of hell deep inside the kids unprotected ass. Like a toxic Gun charged with poz bullets, its blasts it’s poison load deep into the kid. Seph knows the punk feels the release of the charged DNA in him and Seph feel like the conqueror, triumphant and victorious. A man impregnating a bitch. Seph continue to spew in him, douching his ass with his hot white semen. Seph had always known he shot a lot more than other guys and always assumed it was part of the power ‘The Gift’ had given him. More than most guys Seph has ever seen - and this is no different, the punk will be enjoying Sephs’ seed leaking out of him for the rest of the day and into tomorrow. When Seph was finally spent he let the kid stand with his poz cock still deep inside. "Well, now you know what it feels like to has a man cum in you now." ... Seph explain that he shouldn’t let any other man ever does this to him; after all it is very dangerous. Slowly Seph pulls him back into his arms tightly, Sephs’ cock is finally soft enough to piss, so he does. "I am marking you. Like animals do. You will carry my cum and now my piss." Seph doesn’t get a lot in him, but it was enough for the punk to definitely feel it... The poor kid seems exhausted and defeated, he slumps against Seph and finally the huge cock slips out, piss and jizz leak out. Seph, sel;fish bastard that he is, leaves him there, slumped in the alley and whimpering. He gets ready to go but not before he fishes out the kids wallet. He slips out the punks drivers license and chuckles. “Just a heads up Kid… Dumped a hefty strain of HIV Into you tonight, you should really be using a condom!” Seph laughed and walked away.

Clean, clean, clean....

Posting the "Second Chapter" now... Possession 2: Seth and James. James took a deep breath, and walked into the bar. At the door, a big burly looking man stopped him and asked for his I.D. After inspecting it a bit under the flashlight, the bouncer stared at him for a bit, and then waved him on, practically leering at him. Quickly, James entered into the bar and found a corner. The hard part, getting into the bar, was over. He only hoped that no one he knew saw him come in. He took a couple of minutes to get himself adjusted to the relative darkness of the bar. He dressed casually enough: some baggy shorts and a white t-shirt (a bit on the small side to show off his body) and sneakers. His other adornments included a worn baseball cap and the blue beaded surfer necklace from Abercrombie & Fitch. There were a few young guys in the bar, but most of the patrons were older. James was 19, and a sophomore at New York University. He was completely ecstatic to be able to get into NYU and leave his boring, provincial hometown in Pennsylvania. He'd decided to take some summer courses at school just so he could stay in the city and not have to go home. He'd lucked out in getting a single dorm, and decided that this was the summer he was going to go and finally lose his virginity (to a man). It had taken James months of soul-searching his freshman year to come to grips with his homosexuality, but he'd finally accepted himself, and made plans to live life to the fullest. Still, going to his first gay bar by himself was nerve racking. Tonight, he'd chose the most inconspicuous articles of clothing he could think of to wear. Unconsciously, he tugged the bill of his cap further down. If anyone on the swim team saw him in here, he'd be blackballed and harassed incessantly. As he looked around the room, he made some mental notes of who was cute and who wasn't, but it didn't seem like a whole lot of people were paying attention to him. Which was fine, at least for now. Taking another deep breath, he headed to the bar and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender looked at him and smirked, but didn't say anything. He fixed the drink and slid it over to James. After paying the bartender, James headed back over to his corner. He took a big gulp to calm his nerves and almost choked. The bartender wasn't cheap with the vodka. The liquid burned all the way down his throat. A lot of the men came in groups of two's and three's. They sat at the bar or stood around the T.V. monitors and chatted away. There were also a good number of men who were single and trolling through the bar, looking to find a hook-up. James made a conscious effort not to make eye contact with anyone. Just being in the bar for 20 minutes, he had to ignore three old men who made their way to him. Not only were they old, but ugly and out of shape. After an hour, two more screwdrivers and five more unwanted suitors, James was going to figure the night a bust. It was coming close to midnight, and he was tipsy from all the vodka. As he made to move out of the corner he'd secluded himself in, someone bumped into him, knocking him back into the wall. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you," this deep voice said. James steadied himself against the wall, and said, "S'okay." A hand grabbed onto his shoulder, and held him still. "Are you okay?" James looked up to the man, and smiled, "Yeah, had a bit too much." The guy who held onto James was taller, about 6 feet to James' 5'6". His blue eyes sparkled as he smiled and replied, "Yeah, I guess you did." The man continued holding onto James, and James felt this incredible heat burning his shoulder. The heat crept up his neck and into his cheeks, as well as down his spine and legs. James looked up at the man and giggled, "I think I had a lot too much." "Why don't you come over and sit with me for a bit. I don't think you're in any condition to go anywhere." The man took James' hand into his, and led him through the bar toward the back. He sat James down in a chair, and said he'd be right back. A few minutes later, he came back and placed a glass down. "Drink that. The water'll flush some of the alcohol outta you." James gulped down the water as the man sat beside him. When he plunked the glass down, he looked over and found the man watching him. "Thanks," he mumbled. "So, first time at a gay bar, huh?" "Yeah, how'd you know?" "Well," the guy replied, "you're cap's pulled all the way down over your pretty face. Second, you drank way too much for own good. And third..." "And third what?" James asked after the man made no attempt to finish his sentence. "And third," he flashed James a beautiful big smile, "I saw you fidget in the corner when you first walked into the bar." James erupted into a loud gale of laughter. Pretty soon, the guy joined in. When they both stopped laughing, the guy reached over and gave his hand to James. "I'm Seth." "James," he answered as he shook Seth's hand. James took a quick glance at Seth for the first time. Seth had nice clear blue eyes and red hair, which he buzzed short on the sides and back. He was handsome (hot, James thought) and muscular. His biceps stretched his white t-shirt and his chest spread the fabric taut. James noticed Seth's tits nearly punching through the white cotton, and his dick gave a twitch. Seth smiled as he watched James check him out. James was definitely a cute little stud, and his body looked nice beneath that tight t-shirt. And if Seth had pegged James right (as he did about this being James' first time at the bar) he was also a virgin. Seth's cock stirred under his jeans at the thought of popping that cherry. "Let me get you another glass," Seth said, and went the bar. When he came back, he made James finish a second glass. "How're you feeling?" "Better," James slurred and giggled. Seth attempted some minor chit chat, and James did his best to pay attention, but he couldn't. Finally, after about half an hour, James thought it'd be best if he left. He got up, and nearly fell over. Seth caught him just in time. "I don't think you're gonna make it by yourself. Why don't I take you home?" James liked that. He also loved the way Seth's hands felt on his back and chest. His dick was getting hard from the way Seth squeezed his pec, almost teasing his tit. His tit responded and stood up hard against Seth's hand. "Where do you live? Should I call someone?" Seth offered. James shook his head. "I live alone at the NYU dorms. It's over on Third and 10th." Seth half supported and half carried James to his dorm. When they reached the main lobby, Seth untangled himself from James. During the trip to the dorm, Seth let his hands roam all over the boy's body, teasing him, stroking and rubbing him, all in the appearance of helping James keep steady. James was hot and horny and raring to go. The look of disappointment that flashed across James' face when Seth moved away was plain as day. They stood there for a second at the entrance way. "Here you are," Seth said. James nodded. "So, um, you wanna come up for a bit?" James asked hopefully. Seth gave him a devastating smile. "Sure. I'd love to." No sooner had the door to James door closed, than Seth was pulling the boy's body tight against his. He bent down and kissed James hard on the mouth, fiercely thrusting his tongue in and out. James groaned and clung to Seth with all his might. Erotically, expertly, Seth kept filling James' mouth with his tongue and spit, making the boy swallow. His hips thrust and swayed as he rubbed his crotch against the boy's crotch. Seth's right hand held the back of James' head while his left roamed down the back and onto the boy's ass. Powerfully, he kneaded those tight ass cheeks through the shorts. All James could do was let Seth command him. Suddenly, James shorts fell to the ground. He kicked them off with his sneakers. His briefs followed. Soon, James' hard 7" cock was rubbing up against Seth's bulging jeans, leaving wet spots everywhere. Seth pulled away. "Undress me." James immediately started pulling off Seth's t-shirt. James marveled at the hard lean body underneath. His hand roamed over the hard tight abs and up onto the big chest and large nipples. He couldn't help himself; James pushed his face onto one of Seth's tits and began sucking. "Oh yeah, fucking hot little slut. Chew those tits," Seth growled. James licked and sucked and bit them. "Harder! Yeah, fuck!" Suddenly, Seth pushed him away. James landed on his ass hard. "Undress me." James got up onto his knees, dazed, but compliant. He decided to start with the sneakers. He untied Seth's sneakers and took them both off. The manly smell of Seth's feet hit him hard, like a jolt of electricity. James dick twitched so hard. When he took off Seth's socks, he brought the wet smelly pair to his face and inhaled deeply, writhing, rubbing them into this face. He looked up to see Seth smiling at him. "Good boy." Pleased beyond belief, James wanted to get on with the show. He inhaled once more and dropped the socks, and got on with unbuttoning the jeans. James saw the outline down Seth's right leg and knew that he was hung. As the zipper relented to James tug, Seth's jeans opened up before the boy's eyes, revealing smooth skin and a weird tattoo situated right at the top of the base of Seth's cock, where there should've been pubic hair. "Hot tattoo," James whispered, "what is it?" "It means bio-hazardous. It means my dick is dangerous," Seth hissed, sneering down at James. "Do you like it?" James felt a strange sensation, and an unknown urge directed him to kiss the tattoo. He looked up at Seth as he did that and saw Seth smile wickedly. The rest of the jeans slipped off and Seth's cock sprang up, slapping James in the face. Above, Seth laughed out loud when this happened, noting the stunned look on the boy's face. Quickly, Seth stepped out of his jeans, and spread his legs apart. James looked at the cock. It was huge. Definitely dangerous, James thought to himself. Seth pushed his crotch out. Instinctively, James knew what he had to do, he opened up wide, and inhaled the big cock. He only got half of it in his mouth when he felt the big cockhead hit the back of his throat. He started to back off when Seth's hand whipped around behind his head and jammed it onto the cock. James gagged and his throat opened up. Taking the opportunity, Seth thrust hard, forcing his dick down. The cock filled up James' throat, cutting off his oxygen supply, and he began to panic. Seth held him tight onto his cock, watching him thrash and turn dark red. Finally, he said, "Breathe through your nose." James snorted loudly, sucking air and mucus into his nose. As his lungs filled, his panic lessened. Now, knowing he could breath again, James set on sucking that cock with gusto. Seth closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation of the hot young mouth working over his large cock. He thrust his 10" cock all the way into the boy's head and slowly remove it. Again and again he fucked the face rough and hard, often scraping his dick across the boy's teeth. But that didn't matter; the only thing that mattered was the feeling he got when his cock forced its way through the narrow throat, the feeling he got when the boy gagged and his throat squeezed, the way the boy grunted when his forehead hit his pelvis. "Yeah, that's right. Suck that big cock. Suck that cherry buster real good. Get it nice and wet so it'll slide up your ass and pop you open," he muttered when the boy took him to the root. "It's gonna feel real good up your ass." Finally, after nearly 20 minutes of hard face fucking, Seth pulled his dick out. Proud, red, raw, his cock jutted out from his pelvis like an angry club. James took a couple of deep breaths, reorienting himself. The cock was covered with his spit and slime. Seth held his cock at the base and waved it lewdly at James. "You want this? You want this cock in you?" he asked. James nodded. "Where do you want this big dick, boy?" James licked his lips. His throat was sore. He opened his mouth a couple of times, working his tongue, until finally, he croaked, "In my ass, sir. I want that cock in my ass." "Yeah? You want this cock to split your ass open? You want me to rip your ass open with my big dick?" Again James nodded. Seth reached down and grabbed James by his tits, and yanked his to his feet. James swayed from the sudden rush of blood and held onto Seth as spots danced before him. Seth led James to his bed and pushed the boy down. On his back, James watched Seth maneuver between his legs, spreading them apart with his own. Despite being drunk, he put his hand on Seth's chest and stopped his approach. "Wait," he told Seth. James reached over to the dresser by the bed and rummaged around. He pulled out a condom and offered it to Seth. "I don't fuck with condoms," he told James. "I can't, man. No condom, no fuck," James said quietly. Seth looked at it for a second, and took it from his hand. James watched as the rubber was pulled taut over the big cock. It looked even more dangerous encased in rubber. Without a word, Seth parted James' legs again and squat down so his cock was lined with the boy's ass. When his cockhead was resting right at the hole, Seth looked into James face. James opened his mouth and said, "Alright. Go slow. I've never...." With a savage lunge, Seth forced his cock into the boy's hole. James' face distorted grotesquely as his eyes screwed shut and his mouth opened to let out a harsh scream of pain. A flash of white accompanied the pain of a huge battering ram forcing its way through his body. He felt the dry condom shredding and ripping his asshole. The pain was worse when Seth pulled his cock out. James' ass was on fire with pain. Seth's cock twitched and throbbed when the boy screamed, and screamed and screamed. After a 10 minutes of fucking, the boy stopped screaming for him to take it out. Sweat, ass-juice and blood had substituted as lube. The boy had even begun to groan when Seth's cock pressed and passed over his prostate. After 10 more minutes of fucking, the boy's cock was fully hard again. Seth pulled his cock out of the boy's ass, and turned him over onto his stomach. The boy barely realized he was in a new position when Seth tugged on his t-shirt. The boy raised his arms and torso to help get the t-shirt off, but Seth stopped midway, and started twisting the excess material in his hand. Soon, the t-shirt was tight enough to bind the boy's arm together over his head, and effectively muffled the frightened loud protests he put up. With one hand on the knot of cotton, Seth used his other hand to pull off the rubber. "I don't do condoms," he told James. Tossing the bloodied rubber aside, he jammed his cock back into the boy's ass. The sensation of a slick, raw, bloody, tight boy-ass was sweet hot to Seth. Viciously, furiously, he slammed his cock in and out of the hole. James thrashed and howled in pain. Seth ignored him and just kept at it. Over and over again, the large cock pummeled James' ass. James stopped his screaming when he realized Seth wasn't listening. Even his resistance to the hot sensations weakened. Finally, he gave up the fear and pain and anger to the hot sensation of Seth's cock fucking him. Harder and harder, Seth fucked James ass, and soon, he elicited moans and groans through the t-shirt. Seth let go of the knot of cotton and grabbed the boy's hips and fucked for all he was worth. "Take it you fucking little bitch. Yeah, take that big fucking cock up your ass. Oh yeah, fuck, you want it? Huh? How do you like my cock now? Yeah, feels good in you raw, don't it? Oh yeah, your ass is so hot and wet. Fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum in you. Yeah. You want that? You want my fucking poison? You want my fucking positive cum in your ass?" Seth ranted. James clenched his asshole when he heard Seth's rant. His hole pulsed and danced on the cock raping him, and James moaned and grunted with every thrust. Seth felt his balls bunch up and a sweet hot orgasm coursing through his body. Seth let out a howl and let himself get swept up in the waves of pleasure as his cock pulsed and fired shot after shot of bio-hazardous cum into the boy's ass. utterly lost in the pleasure of knocking the boy up with his diseased cum, feeling it spread and infect ever cell in the boys' body. After resting and catching his breath, Seth got up and pulled himself out of the boy. The boy flipped over and moaned. Seth reached down and yanked the t-shirt hard and rough and off James. James shook his head to clear it and stared at Seth. Seth watched his eyes trail down his body. Seth and James both stared at Seth's huge monster cock. It was semi-erect, and slimy with streaks of blood and cum and shit. Casually, with a few swipes, Seth cleaned off his cock with the white t-shirt. When Seth finished dressing, he turned and looked at James. The boy was still laying on the bed, never having moved while he watched Seth get dressed. His legs were still splayed apart. Under his ass, a big wet spot had appeared: both blood and cum had seeped out. Walking over to where James' short lay in a puddle on the floor, Seth fished out his wallet and pulled out the I.D. card. He stared intensely into James' eyes as he tucked his souvenir away. He went over the James and pulled the boy to his feet. He bent his head back and planted a sloppy wet kiss on him while his fingers dug into the boy's ass. He then held up his scummy fingers in front of the boy and waited. Obediently, James opened his mouth and took the fingers in. When Seth pulled them out, they were clean. *** When Seth got home, he showered and changed. Before heading to bed, he fished the I.D. card out of his pocket and went over to his dresser. Opening up a leather box, he placed the card in with the other I.D.s he has gotten over the last few years. It was quite a collection.