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AIDS. Sick joke, right? Kind of along the lines of the classic “What did the boy with no arms or legs get for Christmas? Cancer.” Only I’m not joking (although I wish I was). And yeah, I’m the “naughty boy” in this cautionary tale. It all started off innocently enough. Me and my friends were hanging at the mall after school- we used to do that a lot. Not much else to do in our town when you’re seniors in high school, just waiting to escape into the “real world”. And it was less than a month til Christmas. All the extracurricular shit was winding down for the holidays, so we had extra free time in the evenings. No play rehearsals. No band practice. So yeah, we cruised the mall. On this particular Wednesday, I was hanging with Matty, MJ (short for Margaret Jean), and Brittany (aka Brit-Brit). We were doing our normal shit- trying on crap clothes and modeling for each other. Drooling over Apple store products. Having DQ. And people watching. I don’t remember who had the idea (not me) but someone said “Hey, let’s go visit Santa!” I thought we were a bit old for this crap, but everyone thought it would be funny. Revert to being kids again and tell him what we wanted for Christmas. Shit like that. I wasn’t really game, but I went along with them because hey. They’re my best friends after all. Anyway, it’s midweek and before 5 pm, so the Mall is fairly dead and there’s almost no line for Santa. Great, I think. We’re really doing this. I hang back and let them all go first. I figure I might be able to bow out once they all have a turn. Before I go any further, I feel like I should kinda set the stage a bit more. So the town we live in isn’t big. It’s big enough for a mall, a factory, a prison, two grocery stores, a Walmart and one high school, but that’s about it. Our town is, how should I put this… a shithole. It’s pretty run down and tragic. Not like Stonebrook, where all the fancy folk live. No, we’re definitely the “other” kind of town. The kind of town people don’t visit unless you have to. Like where the whole place is on the wrong side of the tracks. Anyway, as you can probably imagine, the mall is also pretty run down. It’s dying a slow, horrible death- kinda like most malls these days. Lots of vacant stores. Macy’s is the biggest thing we got. And Kohls. But that’s about it. I’m pretty sure you can picture what it’s like. Tis the season, so the place is decorated for Christmas (albeit poorly), and in the center atrium is where the big, phony tree is located. Along with the phony Santa, and the phony elves (actually elf, singular), and phony Gingerbread house and reindeer. The tree, the house, and the decorations have definitely seen better days, and there are burnt out lights on the tree and crap. It’s a real fucking Christmas wonderland, I tell ya. We get there and there’s no line to speak of. There’s one kid with his mom and they are finishing up, and that’s it. And I can pretty much see why. Now that we’re closer, the whole “Santa Village” looks more like “Santa’s Trailer Park”. It’s pretty sad, and more than a bit sketch. And the Santa? Definitely as sketch as they come. Kind of a greyish beard, and it looks like his suit hasn’t been cleaned since the chimneys from last year. We’re talking serious homeless vibes. Total cringe. Undeterred and buoyed by her goofy, giggly spirit, Brit-Brit goes first as we all hang back. Matty and MJ are laughing and waving and enjoying it all. Taking snaps with their phone cameras. And I’m just watching dirty Santa probably getting his holly jollies from having a cute teen girl wiggle on his lap. I mean, let’s be honest. If you’re an old dude working as a Santa midweek at a rundown mall- you’ve got to be some kind of [banned word]… amiright? Anyway, after whispering what she wants to Santa and having a grand ol time, Brit-Brit hops off his lap and comes back to our pack. Full of good cheer, Brit and MJ push Matty up there next. He trots up plops down on Santa’s lap- hamming it up for us. Because it’s Matt, our leading man. He’s 6 feet of big grins and affable charm. Naturally he goes for the “aw shucks” schtick, miming asking for a football for Christmas. What a goofball- which is why I’m secretly in love with him. I’m still hanging back and MJ goes next. She’s all business as she marches up and takes her turn. It looks like she’s really getting serious, pleading her case with Santa and trying to wheedle her way onto the nice list (cuz we all know she’s permanently on the naughty list). Just ask her parents. Soon MJ is done and back and they all turn to me, expectantly. “Naw guys, I don’t think I’m down. Not really my speed,” I say with a shrug. This was met with a cacophony from the others. They would have NONE of this. I had to do it. It was fun! They wanted pictures. And above all they wanted to see me, the shy one, on Santa’s lap. I was told it was a moral imperative and that I was NOT getting out of doing it, even if they had to drag me up there. At this point, I knew it was better to just get it over with than fight it. I probably could have just walked away toward the food court, but I knew they’d be disappointed. I was already the “fourth one” in the group, and I wanted them to keep inviting me along places… if for no other reason than to be close to Matty. So I relented- but not without making a big show of giving in. Sighing. Eye rolls. The works. So I started my slow, reluctant walk up to Santa. The closer I got, the more oddly nervous I became. Like, there was something making my tummy clench a bit. I think it had something to do with the way Santa was looking at me—like I was the last rib at the Golden Corral buffet. Yeah, dirty Santa was definitely giving me the eye. I watched his gaze scan down my body lecherously and come to rest at my groin in my grey sweatpants. I was suddenly quite self-conscious about what I was wearing. The last few steps to him were agonizingly slow, and I was seriously debating about turning around. But that nervous excitement in my gut couldn’t be denied. I turned around to sit on his knee, but suddenly I felt his hands firmly at my hips. As I was sitting, he pulled me back and fully into his lap, all while doing his best jovial HO HO HO! My friends were all laughing and eating it up. I felt my face flush a bit with embarrassment- not just because of this whole Santa scene, but also because when I sat down, I could most definitely feel Santa’s package pressed against my asscrack. Fucking [banned word]. All of them I tell ya. And something was telling me this Santa was a gay [banned word]. “Ho Ho HO young man! And what is YOUR name?” Skeezy Santa asked . Up close, his makeup was terrible. Definitely theater makeup applied with a heavy hand, all caked and cracked. Over the phony rosy cheeks and highlighted by heavy eyeliner, his dark eyes twinkled. “Ummm, it’s Kyle,” I managed to reply. “Oh yes. Kyyyyyle. I remember you,” he nodded theatrically. “You do?” I asked naively. “Of COURSE! From my lists!” he laughed. “So. Have you been a good boy this year… or a bad boy?” He asked somewhat conspiratorily. “Um, shouldn’t you already know? Because lists,” I say sarcastically. (In case you couldn’t tell, I’m the sarcastic one in our group). That’s when Santa looks at me and for a second it’s like he’s looking into my soul. “Oh, I know exactly what you’ve been up to- I just enjoy hearing handsome lads plead their cases.” I gulp and am suddenly quite uncomfortable with all of this while my stomach continues doing backflips. “I, ah, I guess I’ve been pretty good this year. I’m getting good grades. Helping mom at home. Staying out of trouble. Stuff like that.” “So you have… so you have,” he says nodding again. And then he leans in closer and whispers “And yet you’ve also been a bit… naughty… haven’t you Kyle?” I catch the smell of cigarettes and a faint whiff of alcohol. He shifts a bit underneath me, and I can feel him stiffening inside his red velvet pants. From what I can tell, Santa’s proverbial stocking is definitely hung. Feeling his massive member pressing against my ass makes me shiver, and I feel a bit like I’m going to hurl. The simultaneous feelings of revulsion and titilation really mess me up. “I don’t know… what… what you’re implying…” I stammer. “Oh, I think you do,” he whispers even more quietly, punctuating it with a flex of his cock. “You’ve been more than a bit naughty this year—with some school chums, I’d wager Perhaps even your friend Matt?” I feel my face go hot with shame and embarrassment. He couldn’t possibly know my secret. That I liked guys. And worse- that I’ve had sex with a handful of guys from school. Sure it was mostly just blowjobs, but not always. And since this past summer, I’d been getting fucked about every other day by Jimmy Pulaski from the swim team. That was totally our secret to the grave! I could feel Santa’s eyes boring hungrily into me. “Oh Kyle,” he chided. “You know the song. I see you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad… watching gay porn on your phone and jacking off at night. Sucking off boys at sleep overs. Fantasizing about getting fucked by your cute friend Matt.” “I’m not familiar with those particular lyrics,” I manage to squeak out. This makes him laugh, like for real-real. “I know EXACTLY what kind of boy you are, Kyle. I can spot your kind a mile away,” he whispers with a grin. “And I’m pretty sure you can feel what kind of Santa I am.” Again, he grinds his now wickedly hard cock into my ass as he makes a show of adjusting me on his lap. And again I’m mortified- and aroused. Santa lets out a good round of Ho-ho-hos and I steal a glance at my friends. They are loving seeing me so uncomfortable. If only they knew why. “Oh Kyle. You have definitely been the highlight of my day! So here’s what Santa can do for you for Christmas. If you consider yourself a nice boy, then by all means, go back to your friends. Have fun here at the mall. Then go on home to your mom like a good lad, and I’ll make sure you get a little something under the tree this year.” Then he lowered his voice and the phony Santa schtick disappeared. “But if ya feel like being naughty? Well. I have a special BIG gift for you. And if you want that special gift- meet me here at 8 when my Santa’s village closes tonight.” He then mugged for the camera, and his Elf helper took our picture with a knowing smirk. I looked at the proof, but declined to purchase it. In it Santa looked like a sleazy Walt Whitman, and I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I rejoined my friends and we were off in a cloud of laughter. Matty and MJ were chatting loudly about how skeevy the Santa was, like it was all some big joke. Brit was just telling them to leave the old guy alone and that he probably really needed the job. And I was quiet- trying not to feel the ghost imprint of his cock against my ass. My friends and I hung around the mall for a couple more hours—hitting the food court for Sbarro and Egg Rolls, and generally bumming around and shooting the shit. I tried my best to be present and join in the conversations, but Santa’s words were rattling around my head. Of course I was a nice boy. I was just gonna head home tonight… right? So why was I even thinking about the way his big cock felt as I sat on his lap. And my was my stomach still all fluttery while I was thinking about it. 7:30 rolled around and we all decided it was time to beat it for home. We headed for the exit, and just as I was leaving I startled myself by saying, “Oh shit. I just remembered! I was gonna pick up something for mom for Christmas while I was here. You guys go on- I’ll catch you tomorrow at school.” We said our goodbyes , and suddenly I was alone. I was alone at the Mall. Where a sketch as fuck, hung Santa propositioned me. And I was actually entertaining the idea. What. The literal FUCK. Was I doing? The next 30 minutes were agony. I paced the mall, debating with myself. I should just go home. But I was curious. I wouldn’t have to do anything. I could maybe just ask him how he know about me? Was I obvious? No, I should just go home now. Forget this weird Santa business. But maybe I could just… see his dick? Not like actually touch it or anything because gross. But it felt massive. Like waaaay bigger than Jimmy’s. Or even Tony Scarpucci’s, which gagged the hell out of me that one time when he got drunk at homecoming. Why the fuck was I even entertaining this? He’s a pervy old fuck! I should just… And then it was 8:02 pm. And I found myself standing outside Santa’s sketchy village. The sign was flipped to closed, and the lights were off at the Gingerbread house. The elf guy was already out of costume and was helping to tidy things up. Santa looked up and saw me standing there and smiled. “I was wondering if you’d show up, kiddo,” he said. I just stood there and looked at my feet. “I can handle the rest, Eric. You can go on home. Now,” Santa said pointedly to Eric. Eric looked from Santa to me and smirked again. “Is Santa doing some special gift-giving tonight?” Eric asked breezily. Santa lay a finger on the side of his nose and winked. And with that, Eric said a cheery “have fun… and good luck, dude!” and left us alone. Santa turned to me. “So Kyle. I need to get out of this makeup and stuff. Come on into the house here and keep me company?” And he headed for the Gingerbread house door. “I thought this was just some phony prop,” I said. “It is,” he replied. “But it’s also our break room/dressing room. It’s small, but it works. And best of all, it’s private.” And with that I followed him inside. He locked the door behind us. Inside was definitely small. There was a rack for costumes, three vinyl chairs, and a small table/mirror setup with those round globe makeup lights. Scattered about the table was makeup, tissues, an ashtray and other detritus. It smelled like cigarettes and B.O. And … something else I couldn’t identify. “Cozy,” I quipped. He laughed. “Take a seat, kiddo.” Santa reached into a bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. He unscrewed the top and took a healthy swig. He looked over at me and said, “Want a pull? Might help you relax some.” I shook my head. He just shrugged, set the bottle on the makeup table, and started to disrobe. “Oh! Um…” I kind of stammered. “Oh don’t worry. I just gotta get out of the jacket and hat and stuff.” He first took off the hat and wig and placed them on a stand. Then he took off the dirty jacket and the pads that were underneath to make him appear chubby. This Santa was actually quite thin underneath the padding and baggy clothing. He was nearly emaciated looking, but with a slight paunch. I was reminded of the Christmas Claymation special where Mrs. Claus says “Nobody likes a skinny Santa.” I kinda did. Soon Santa was standing in front of me, still in his red velvet pants, but also in a dirty wife beater. He had skinny, bony arms and on his shoulder was an odd tattoo—three interlocking semicircles. He still had the beard —I assumed it was spirit gummed in place. Without the hat, Santa was mostly bald, but with a rim of close cropped silver hair. I just stared up at him. “The illusion shattered, huh kid?” He said with a smile. “And by the way… my name is Carl.” Then he sat at the makeup mirror so he could start removing his makeup. He was old school—Vaseline and paper towels. I watched as he got to work. Our eyes met in the mirror. “So. You came back. Why?” He asked. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess I was just… curious?” “Curious about…?” he led. “Oh, I guess curious about how you knew I was… that I …” I trailed off. “That you were a horny little cocksucker?” He offered. “WHAT?” I shot back. “Kid, relax. It’s not like you scream “faggot” when I look at you. But we gays? We just know, ya know? Or at least I had a hunch. And you are cute as fuck, so I pushed it. Plus it was a dead night and I figured why the hell not? I might get lucky. And after your initial reactions to sitting in my lap and my… stiffness… I knew you weren’t about to blab to anyone.” “But… but how did you know about me… doing stuff… with guys?” Carl laughed at that. “Boy, you may not think it when you look at me, but I was a young faggot once too. I know what I was doing back I when I was your age. Besides, I could see the way you were looking at your friend Matt. I’ve had that same look on my face before.” My face flushed again with that. Suddenly he spun in his chair to face me. “So—while this is nice and all, let’s get down to brass tacks. Did you also come back tonight because you liked what you felt pressed up against that pretty little ass of yours?” Carl stated matter-of-factly. “Oh… um… I…” was about all I could get out. “So, that’s a yes. Yeah, all you boys seem to get turned on by big cock. Bet you’re hoping to see it too. Maybe just to see how big I really am?” he leered. I just looked away, and then nodded. “So, why don’t you help ol Saint Dick along a bit and tell me what all you’ve done with your buddy Matt?” he says as his hand drops to his lap. “I have NEVER done anything with Matt!” I say, flustered. “Well, you ain’t innocent. I can tell you’ve got some miles on ya. So tell me. Who’s fucking that tight little bubble butt of yours? Give an old horny Santa some details!” And here I was. Sitting in the broken down Gingerbread house in the middle of the dead mall with a sketchy old [banned word] Santa, and he was asking about my sex life. And I was honestly thinking about doing it. After all, I was here— and I’ve never told a soul about any of my escapades. I kinda liked the idea of speaking my truth out loud, you know? Boy, If you’d have told me this is where my day would have ended up, I’d have told you that you were smoking crack. So I took a deep breath and started to tell him about Jimmy. “The, um, most stuff I’ve done is with a guy in my class named Jimmy Pulaski. He’s on the swim team and one of the school jocks. I met him at this one girl’s birthday party over the summer. We were both drinking a little and he followed me into the bathroom because we both had to go. We both peed at the same time, and before I knew it we were making out. And then I was blowing him right there in the bathroom. It didn’t take long. Then about a week later he sees me at school and asks what I’m doing after. I tell him not much, and he invites me over because his parents don’t get home until 6. And we end up messing around again—me blowing him. Then it becomes this regular thing. And soon we go from blowjobs to him fucking me. The first time was in his bedroom after school. Mostly it’s in his bedroom, and it’s always him fucking me. He doesn’t blow me or jack me or anything- we just fuck. I mean, it’s fun I guess. I like it. Sometimes I even cum while he’s fucking me…” I’m lost in the remembrance for a moment, and then I snap out of it. My eyes dart down and I see Carl stroking himself through the red suit pants. He looks like he’s at full mast. “Ah, young lust. I remember those days well. When the straight boys just sort of fucked because it was convenient and fun. So, how’s that polack dick? Any good?” Carl inquires. “Um…yeah. It’s pretty decent. Thick. He’s uncut. Probably about 7 inches I guess? It feels good.” “No condom I’m guessing,” he says. It’s not really a question. I shake my head no. He cum in you?” “Yes,” I say quietly. “And you like that, don’t you?” Carl leers and licks his lips. “Yes,” I say again even more quietly. “And that’s what makes you a naughty boy. And I think it’s why you came back tonight.” I don’t respond, but the butterflies in my stomach are basically beating out a morse code of YESYESYES. Carl stands up slowly and his crotch is right in front of me. The red santa suit pants tent out obscenely in front of him. I sit there, frozen. “Go on, boy. You know you want to. Just unzip the pants and haul it out. It won’t hurt you… yet.” I hesitate, and he flexes it inside the pants. I can see a wet spot starting to seep through the velvet, darkening the fabric to the color of blood. I reach out slowly and brush his hardness through the pants. His dick jumps as he sucks in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this,” I think. “But just a look. Just to see how big…”. And then my fingers find the fly and slowly pull down the zipper. I reach in and feel the heat pulsing from his groin. I have to fish around a bit to get him through the opening, but then there it is. This massive, ruddy, rock hard prong jutting out proudly from the santa pants. It’s hard to tell exactly how big he is, but it’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve seen. It’s of porn proportions. I grip the base of it just to feel it, and my fingers don’t touch around his girth. “Holy shit,” I manage. “I get that a lot,” he chuckles. He then reached down to also tug out his balls. He has the proverbial “old man balls” going on, but they’re equally as epic as his cock. His balls are BIG. And they HANG. They literally hang to the middle of his thighs. “Holy SHIT,” I say again. “In my youth, I spent time doing the ball stretching thing. And now gravity has taken over, especially when they’re full like they are now. After all, I had cute twink edge me up all day.” He looks down at me and winks. “They really get swinging when I’m fucking, too. They’ll swing and slap your nuts and dick.” I don’t know quite what to say to that. “Ok Kyle. Time to show me what that mouth can do. Suck me like you suck Jimmy,” he commands. “Um, I’m not sure…” I start. “Yes you are. You want it. That’s why you came here tonight. You want it all. You wanna taste it. And Once you get a taste, I bet you’re gonna want me to fuck you.” “Oh, I don’t think I could ever take THAT. It would rip me open!” I say. “You’d be surprised what a willing bottom can take,” he says. His dick jumps in front of me again, and a drop of precum squeezes out the piss slit and starts to drool down from the end in a long string. I reach out and touch it with my fingers, fascinated. And before I can even think about what I’m doing, I touch my fingers to my tongue. His precum is slightly bitter and salty. “There you go… that’s a good boy. Now, let’s get the head in your mouth.” My brain is racing again—what the fuck am I doing? Am I really going to go down on Sketchy Santa? At the MALL?? It’s getting late and I should be home. What that fuck kind of faggot am I? But then I look at that massive cock again and it hits me like a slap. I know exactly what kind of faggot I am. And I take the great knob of his cock into my mouth greedily. Carl’s head tips back and he lets out a big sigh as I start sucking him. Admittedly I don’t think I’m that good a cock sucker. I gag way too much and I really don’t know what all I should be doing. Mostly I just slurp around and move my hand up and down. Carl doesn’t seem to mind though. And jesus, he’s fucking big! I can maaaaaybe get 1/3 of him in my mouth before I gag and have to stop. I’ve heard of guys and girls deepthroating entire cocks (MJ brags that she can do it), but I can’t. His head is just too big to even think about going down my throat. I take a break from sucking and get my hands around him to sort of “measure” him. I put my right hand at the base, and my left on top of that. Then I took my right hand off and put it on top of my left… and the head of his dick was still above my thumb and forefinger. Fuck. Three full hands worth of dick. Plus the head! I also take a measure of his balls. I grab at the base of his ball sack, and his balls still hang freely below my hand. I experiment by trying to take one testicle in my mouth. Carl moans in delight as I tongue and lightly suck on one testie. There’s no way I could get both in. “You like Santa’s sack, huh boy?” Carl says. “Yeah, I do sir,” I reply as I go back to playing with his nuts. “Well, there’s lots of little toys in that sack just waiting for a good boy to receive them.” I went back to sucking his cock as best I could for awhile, but suddenly Carl steps back and away from my mouth. “Ok, boy. I think it’s time I got a closer look at that ass of yours.” He hoists me up by my armpits, spins me over to the makeup table and bends me over. “Oh, I don’t know about… I’ve never done….” I say with some trepidation. “Relax, kiddo. I’m just gonna eat that little pucker of yours. But first, let me get rid of this damn Santa beard.” In the mirror, I see him reach up and start to tug at the phony beard. “Wait! Um… can you leave the beard on?” I ask tentatively. “And… um… maybe put on the santa hat?” Carl meets my eyes in the mirror and chuckles. “Ho Ho Ho! Well it seems young Kyle has a Santa kink! You like silver daddies, Kyle? Santa types with beards? Is that what turns you on?” I blushed furiously in response. Honestly, I didn’t know why I asked. Sure, my head was always turned by older men— coaches, teachers, etc. But there was just something about this scene. The mall santa (sketchy as he was), the gingerbread house, the beard and the suit… for some reason it all enticed me. I couldn’t explain it. “Well Kyle. Let’s see if this hole is as naught and nice as I suspect it is.” Carl is now talking a bit more like Santa, and I gotta be honest. It’s doing it for me. How fucked is THAT? Carl pulls down my sweats to reveal my bare ass. I feel his bony hands pull open my ass cheeks, and then I feel his hot breath in the crack of my ass. “Fuckin beautiful,” he exhales, before diving his tongue into my quivering hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nobody has ever eaten my ass, and the feeling is exquisite. The heat. The wetness. The movement of the tongue. The beard… my god. The BEARD! I can feel myself relaxing and trying to spread my legs wider, only to be hampered by the sweats binding my legs up. Carl sees what I’m doing and he deftly helps me lose my shoes and sweats. While still tonguing my fuckpucker, he pulls off my right shoe. And then he works my sweats down and off that foot. Once freed, I’m able to spread my legs wide and bend over more for Carl, so he has more access to my hole. And I’m loving every second. Mostly my eyes are closed for this, but I did open them briefly and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize myself. The naked lust on my face. The blown pupils. “You’re a slut like MJ,” I thought to myself. “Only worse. You’re letting a random stranger do this. And not just a stranger—one old enough to be your grandpa.” And yeah. God help me, I fucking loved it. While Carl was buried in my butthole, I piped up and asked him. “Hey Carl? How old are you?” Carl stopped eating my ass and leaned back. “Why? How old are YOU?” he says suspiciously. “You’re a mall santa eating the ass of a young guy in your dressing house— something tells me you don’t really care how old I am,” I say. “Look kid. I ain’t no pedo. I like my boys to be old enough to know what they’re doing and appreciate this cock. And I would really prefer not to go back to prison so….” “Is that where you got that tattoo?” I gesture to his shoulder. He looks at it. “Oh yeah. That’s where I got it,” he says with a wry smile. “Well, don’t worry. As of September I’m old enough to vote and serve our country. All good.” Carl goes back to eating my ass. He pauses just long enough to say from my crack, “I’m 68.” “Wow. My grandpa Henry is only 61,” I say. “You turned off by a man 50 years your senior eating your hole, boy?” “No. Not at all. Actually, it’s kinda hot knowing that older guys are still horny for it.” And to show that he is, he redoubles his efforts on my hole. I’m not sure how long Carl ate my ass. He kept tonguing and spitting and tonguing and spitting, and occasionally teasing my hole with a finger. I could feel my back arching and my ass pressing back into his face and finger—I knew what I wanted, but I didn’t think I could take what was bound to happen next. Carl, being a savvy man of the world could read my body language. He stood up and moved behind me. Our eyes locked in the mirror as he did this. I watched as he drooled a lot of spit out onto my ass and his cock, and then I felt him slowly start to slide his massive meat against my spit slick crack. Just the feel of that much cock sliding against me has me almost cumming. Involuntarily I start moving in rhythm with his humping motion, getting that monster to slide in my crack like a Chicago footlong in a bun. I see him reach across the makeup table where he grabs the jar of Vaseline. Shit- I guess we’re going old school for this, I think. He scoops up a generous portion and starts to finger my hole with it. He’s very good—teasing and circling around slowly. Eventually working in a finger. Then two. But I’m tensing up for the fingering. No guy has ever put a digit in me either—only dick. So his bony fingers feel sharp and foreign. Next he slathers up his dick with another goodly amount of Vaseline. I see his hefty meat shining in the lights from the mirror. He goes back to rubbing it against my ass, and then he stops and positions his head at my pucker. “Wait. Shouldn’t we get a condom?” “Why? You don’t make Jimmy wear one. Or the other guys. Why start now? And trust me—it’s going to be hard enough getting this inside without the friction and tightness of a condom.” And to emphasize his point, Carl nudges his head forward a fraction of an inch. Even with the Vaseline it burns a bit. “Oh dear baby jesus… that’s never going in,” I said with a shiver. “Oh yes it will. All it takes is a little Christmas magic,” he says. Carl reaches into the pocket of his Santa pants and pulls out a small, brown bottle. He hands it to me. “What’s this?” I say? “Christmas magic, of course,” he says with a grin. “You ever wonder how Santa can get his fatness up and down all those tight, little chimneys? Well, a little whiff of what’s in this bottle is all it takes.” I am really hesitant at this point, and I draw the line at drugs. So I just hold the bottle, and Carl says “Suit yourself.” And he starts to push inside me. “Oh FUCK that hurts!” I cry out as I try to squirm away. “Hush up!” Carl commands. “These walls aint exactly soundproof.” He starts to slowly push in again. “Wait wait wait!” I whisper. “I think I need some magic.” Carl pauses as I uncap the bottle. I’m met with a sweet, yet acrid chemical smell. “Just place the bottle under you nose and inhale a bit. It’s like smelling salts… for your asshole.” So I place the bottle under my nose and take a deep sniff. The warmth soon floods over my body and I feel tingly and a bit dizzy. I also notice a pressure at my asshole. A slightly burning, stretching feeling, and a fullness inside. Somewhere in my brain, I realize that Carl’s huge penis is starting to make it’s way inside me. I also dimly realize that it hurts a bit, but I also kinda don’t mind that it hurts a bit. “Oh my god…” I exhale. “Just you wait, kiddo. I ain’t even CLOSE to being all the way in. Take another whiff and we’ll see how far I can get.” With a few more inhalations of the brown bottle and some steady pressure from Carl, he slowly starts to make forward progress. Carl has one of those dicks that is ramrod straight and hard, but not like steel. There is still a little sponge to the head and shaft. Like he’s 95% hard and rarin’ to fuck. Soon I feel my ass stuffed to the point of tearing. I also feel a dull pain inside where evidently Carl’s prick has hit bottom. “Ouch,” I tell him. “I think that’s as much as I can take. Maybe you should pull out now.” “You mean like this?” he says, as he slowly starts to retreat out of me. The long pullout is intense and makes me shudder as his meat drags across my prostate. “Oh FUCK me that’s good!” I manage to croak out. Carl doesn’t pull all the way out. Instead, he leaves his head parked inside and adds more Vaseline to his dick. Then he starts the long, slow slide back in. His dick moves more easily this time—like either I’m relaxing more or the Vaseline has finally slickened me up enough. Carl bottoms out again, and backs out again. Rinse. Repeat. And I occasionally hit the bottle for relaxation help. After a few minutes, he pushes in to the stopping point again. “Kid, we gotta get past this point. I’m at your second ring and I got a good two inches left of dick to give you. You need to trust me that once I get past this point, you are gonna find the true meaning of Christmas. So take a good whiff and relax for me.” I do as I’m told and I exhale and will myself to relax. I feel Carl’s massive head pushing deep inside my guts. It hurts, I’m not going to lie. But in a weird way. Like, it’s both a sharp and dull ache inside me, but there is a pleasure quotient that is also undeniable. He pushes ever so slowly and the pain builds, and then… Joy to the motherfucking WORLD! “Now THAT’S a good boy!” Carl exclaimed. “You just made my secret ‘special’ Naughty List!” The feeling when his head breached that deep deep place inside me? I honestly don’t know how to describe it. Once his head popped in—I felt his cock slide easily all the way to the root inside me. The brief intense pain was replaced by pleasure that nearly caused my knees to buckle. “Oh… my… God… Oh……. My……. GOD!” I gasped. Carl stayed buried inside me and made small movements back and forth and around, and all of it was pure pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew, maybe about midway, and then pushed forward again. This time his head popped in with only a little resistance.” “Now you’re opening up. I told you Santa had a big ol present for a special boy!” I was now freely hitting the bottle and getting more into the fuck while Carl started to slowly pick up tempo. I honestly lost track of time in my haze, but before long, Carl was really giving me all of this dick. Like slowly pulling out until only his head was inside, then shoving in until his bony hips slapped my muscle butt. “Wow, I can’t believe I’m taking it all!” I groan. “Yeah, all the precum I’m leaking has lubed you up inside so your guts are slick. We can get to fuckin now,” he says. Carl then started to fuck and snap his hips forward. That’s when I felt the first ball slap. As promised, his balls swung forward and tapped mine making me gasp. “Oh!” The feeling both startled me and turned me on. “Told ya, kiddo. My balls will really get to slapping you now.” And they did. More bottle snorts, more relaxation, and I caught myself in the mirror again. This time I watched. It was like I was watching one of the porn scenes I so frequently jacked off to. Only I was also feeling the pleasure from the fuck at the same time. The guy in the mirror was gooned out all the way, tongue lolling out, drooling on the table. Fucking back onto Santa with every thrust and having his balls slap repeatedly into his balls and taint. And Santa was gripping the guy in the mirror’s hips hard, as he hungrily watched his cock disappear repeatedly inside the young guy’s ass. “Oh Christ kid, you’ve got me close!” Santa says. Carl keeps fucking me with all of his might and I swear I feel his cock get harder. Like that extra 5%, which translated into like another half inch of dick and some extra girth. I’m feeling every damn thrust from him and my insides are starting to ache mightily. His balls are also tightening up, as they’re now only slapping into my taint, which is oddly working up my own orgasm. I know what’s coming (or so I think) and the small, intellectual part of my brain is saying “don’t let this stranger cum inside you.” But the animal side of my brain has fully taken over now and I find myself willing him to cum. I WANT to feel him cum inside me. I DESERVE it after all. “You ready for your gift Kyle? Santa has a special gift for naughty boys!” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror. “It’s coming. Do you want Santa’s gift? Tell me you’ve been a naughty boy. Beg me for your gift!” “Fuck yeah, Santa! I’ve been so fucking naughty! Letting guys fuck me. I want your special gift for Christmas! Please Santa?” “Here it come’s boy! A gift you’ll never forget!” And with that he thrusts one more time, hard, and buries himself deep inside me. And I feel it. I feel him cum. The throbs of his orgasm cause his cock to press deeper inside me and stretch my hole. I feel every spurt. Every dick twitch as he unloads all the way up inside me. The feeling of him cumming inside me pushes me over the edge. This entire time I’ve been rock hard and leaking precum everywhere, but I haven’t once touched my dick, and neither has Carl. But we didn’t need to. Carl is still spurting inside me when I arch back and start launching my load. I’m proud to say I completely spackled that makeup mirror and table. It was running down in streaks like a scene in a horror film. Carl saw it and just chuckled. “I’m gonna have to clean that before Eric comes in tomorrow,” he says. Now that I’ve cum, the realization of what I’ve done is starting to set in. I start to panic a little as I pull off Carl’s softening dick. When he slides out of my ass, a large blob of cum drips out of my hole and hits the floor. “Oh my god! You fucked me. You CAME in me! What the fuck was I thinking?? Jesus, you tricked me you fucking [banned word]!” I spat. “Now now, Kyle, don’t get chippy. You wanted this. You know you did. And hell, I just bet in a couple days you’ll come back to visit Santa because that ass will be craving another Christmas gift.” I start to reply but am cut short by a PA announcement from the Mall. “The Mall will be closing in 5 minutes. Please make your way to the exits.” “Better get going home to Mom, kiddo,” Carl says with a smirk. “Hope you enjoy your gift. Oh, and if you want more, you know where to find me. Maybe next time I can arrange for another Santa too? I know Terry the black Santa here would love a shot at that ass.” I pulled up my sweats, threw on my shoe and beat feet for the exit… and home. I beat myself up the entire drive home, cursing Carl and my stupidity. I dashed past mom while apologizing for being late and ran to my room. As I lay in bed, I tried to forget what had happened at the mall. But my sore wet ass was a constant reminder. As was my relentless boner that took jacking off 3 times to make go away. And yeah- I thought about Carl’s cock breeding me every time I jacked for the next 4 days. Until I went back to the mall on Monday evening….

This story is heavily influenced by the story "the cum courier". Also, I will say in advance. Anyone into story telling or nasty talk hit me up. I see myself as the main character of this story. The Cum Jar final version (updated 2025-06-10) PART 1 The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of pig bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamphlet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Since I had been trying to find a way in, I responded out of curiosity and sheer eagerness to have a chance to get fucked by these guys. As expected, the reply was as short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. I was not sure what I was getting into, but after being ghosted and ignored I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. In the past my interests in these things were always fleeting, but in recent years I have given myself over to being a piece of shit pig who submits to cock. So I clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. The harsh lights and office environment makes me feel exposed in a way I am not used to. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men, sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. He holds it up for all to see, and everyone looks at it smiling in quiet reverence. "This is the condition pig, you need to hold these loads in you. You can't ask what or where they are from. You do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. The sight of the big jar of cum sends a chill down my spine. I am scared and aroused. These guys are no amateurs and I don't doubt for a second that the jar contains anything other than loads and loads of semen. My heart beats faster and I shake a little with nervousness. I realize I have a chance to sink into depravity like few ever have before. I have done my fair share of disgusting things, but this is an opportunity to jump into a world of filth that goes a lot further than what I had done before. I look at the jar, mouth open, and my mind comes to the obvious conclusion: " yes,... I want to sink DEEPER". In that moment, nothing else matters. My mind goes full pig mode. Everything I am falls away as my brain melts and all that remains is a primal subhuman desire. A little "fuck yeah..." escapes my mouth... and in total pig lust I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Tongue still hanging out my mouth I repeat it again. Louder this time "Phwuck yeash". They all start laughing at me. The man holding the jar grins, gets up from his chair and moves closer. He holds the jar close to my face and slowly rotates it. As the jar is rotated the different swirls of darker yellowish and white sperm slosh and mix. I bend forward and lick the glass of the jar. I focus on the gloopy semen as it sloshes around. "Fuck yeah" I repeat for a third time. The man takes off the lid and holds the jar under my nose. "it's the real deal pig. Smell it". At first I take a small whiff and I am taken aback by the strong, pungent sperm odor. The man takes a whiff too. "Good isn't it?", he says in a kind way. He holds it out for me again. I close my eyes, think about the adventure I am about to embark on, and with a little smile I take another whiff. Deeper now. A small smile appears on my face and I lick my lips, stick out my tongue, lock eyes with the man holding the jar and nod yes. I am now in full spermdriven pig mode. The strong pungent smell of all those sperm loads could be revolting to some. But to me, in that moment, it is the sweetest, most beautiful smell in the world. I inhale deeply a few times to savor it. He moves his hand inside the jar. For a second I think he is going to dip in a finger and feed it to me, but to my surprise he plunges in half his hand and as he removes it dripping with cum, he says "open up pig". I obey and he unceremoniously puts all his fingers in my mouth. I suck down on it and don't break eye contact. I slurp, suck and lick and try to look as eager as possible. I want to show them what a fucking pig whore I am. I want to signal that I am a depraved bottom who just wants cock and sperm hoping that it will improve my chances. I lock eyes with the man and suck of his fingers one by one, licking my lips and behaving like a filthy disgusting whore. With a lot more confidence now, I repeat the words that embarrassed me just a moment earlier. "I WILL DO IT". Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress completely, and stand there, naked while circled by fully clothed men with little smirks. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the other men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. His hands are cold, but clearly he knows what he is doing. I bend my knees a little and stick out my pig ass to help out. "good boy" he says. When the pig hole is in, I suddenly drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". "fill me pig hole with all that sperm" Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking. Suddenly I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They have gotten up are all behind me now. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But maybe you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. James still crouches in front of me. He looks at me with a look on his face I can't recognize. Almost... lovingly. "Why are you here pig?". I think for a second about the reply. He suddenly slaps me, HARD. "I said why are you here pig!", I panic and stutter in my reply, he slaps me again and holds me by my neck. I can feel the pressure and surprise of the slaps made the pig hole and some of the cum spurt out my hole. The other men say nothing. I am focused on James now, but I can feel them jamming the pig hole back up my ass. "WHY . ARE . YOU . HERE?" James asks again. Screaming now. I can hardly reply because he is holding my throat so tight. I reply with the only thing that comes to mind. The words come out strained "TO BE A PIG!". James asks me what kind of pig. "A DIRTY FUCKING WHORE PIG, SIR!". Suddenly James turns quiet again. He releases my throat. Very calmly he says "then oink for me pig". I go "oink oink" a little weakly. Immediately he is furious again, and grabs me by my throat once more. "THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING SOUND A PIG MAKES!!" he exclaims. "I SAID OINK FOR ME PIG". This time I inhale deeply through my nose to make a deep piggy nasal gurgling sound "GGGWAAAK, GWOINK, GWOH, GWOH". I am so scared to let him down that I even start to lift my nose in the air with each "GWOH, GWOH, GWOH" as though I am a real pig. I realize what I am doing, I fully appreciate in that moment, as more and more sperm is worked into my hole what a filthy fucking pig I am. What a depraved, filthy piece of shit I become just to get cock and sperm....... and I fucking love it. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before, and I feel a deep appreciation. "Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you". Something happens.... "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell. The rules that were stated are clear. I had to take all of it if I wanted to have a chance to be their dedicated cum jar. Panicked I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall. The men don't understand what I am doing. We are in the middle of the room and the wall seems a mile away. They just let me go. When I get to the wall I do a handstand. Some of the earlier tension is released and now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I feel it bubbling, sliding and oozing. I crouch back down slowly and say "please... more". No one moves. I realize that I have to get back to the middle of the circle. I crouch back on all fours and the men continue to put the last of the seed up my hole. As the last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts one of the men shows me the the jar. It now only has leftover semen running down the glass walls of the jar. "All that sperm is now in your body pig". I ask "my buttplug?". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. I then realize there's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what?" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices some of the sperm is dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts the sperm in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. The first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". "You are the only pig filthy enough to go through with it". He takes the leash from 'the boy'. "Good job pig". "GRWOH, GRWOH" I reply, locking eyes with him to show him I am all in. Reveling in the thought of my guts being filled to the brim with semen. One of them slaps my ass and tells me "Good job pig", like James did. I feel proud of myself, and I turn around and lock eyes with him too "GRWOH, GRWOH". With a smile and raised eyebrows he shakes his head in disbelief. "Well James, you really outdid yourself this time". He says. PART 2 It has been a year since I first became the HOUNDS official cum jar. The guys don't call me by my name. James started referring to me as "bottle" and it stuck. I live in the house shared with James, 'Boy and three of the other members now. My life now revolves completely around SPERM. Not fucking. Not sex. Just sperm, seed, jizz, cum, semen. I am thankful to the HOUNDS for my life as a cum jar. But I want more. James has told me not to bring it up. "Look at me PIG. You are our CUM JAR. That was the arrangement. You don't like it you can go!" James says. I stare back at him with a dark expression. He knows I am angry, and he does not like it. "Open" he says. I open my mouth despite my anger. He spits in it and I swallow it down. I don't say my usual "thanks Sir" and he notices. So he says it again. "Open". I open my mouth. This time he snorts and clears his throat as he collects the nasal mucus from his nose and throat. Despite my anger it still turns me on. He hocks the slimy large loogie in my mouth. It is warm and sweet tasting. I savor it for a moment. "Thank you Sir". He knows as well as I do that I would not really do anything to jeopardize my position in the group and that I am all talk. That satisfies him, and he turns around and leaves. To make things worse, the one called 'Boy seems to hate me. I know the problem. Before I joined the group he was the unquestionable bottom rank of the group. The chubby groveling fuckpig known as 'Boy took cock whenever anyone told him to. If something depraved and disgusting needed doing he'd be the man for the job. He is nasty, insatiable, and mean. And despite the fact that I don't get fucked, he hates that he is positioned above me. As a matter of fact, during play sessions he is typically the one who holds my leash as I am led in on hands and knees. Guts full of semen. And when he holds my leash he never bothers to hide both his jealousy and disgust. One day, I was going through my now familiar routine of pumping sperm up my guts. There is no ceremony involved anymore. I just prepare my hole and guts, and 'Boy makes sure the gallon of semen goes in my hole and is pushed into my guts. "Do you know what I have to go through to collect all this sperm?". He asks. I have some idea of how the HOUNDS are able to collect the large amounts of semen that they do. And I know 'Boy is the one who makes that possible. But I have no detailed information of what he does or how he does it. "Well DO YOU?". I don't reply. I have learned that when it comes to 'Boy, it is best to just let him talk. He is not interested in conversation. He pulls back the plunger of the 200ml syringe as it fills with sperm from the container. "It aint right". He says. "It just aint right", he repeats as he sticks the syringe up my hole and pushes down on the plunger to put the first batch of loads up my ass. For some reason, I feel like defending myself that day. "I just do what I am told" I say, while still on all fours. He suddenly rears on me. "JUST DOING WHAT YOU ARE TOLD!? , YOU GREEDY BASTARD!". I am startled by a sharp pain in my side as he kicks me in my ribs. My body convulses, and the sperm comes flying back out my hole. In that exact moment, James walks in. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asks. But as he takes stock of the situation, it is more than clear. 'Boy and me look at each other, the guilt written on both our faces. Without saying anything we bend down on hands and knees, slurp the semen from the ground and spit it back in the container. James watches us for a while but does not stick around for us to finish. "Tell you what 'Boy, I have had about enough of you. Congratulations, you are the Cum jar for now. But no fucking privileges". James leaves the room. Me and boy look at each other, bewildered. Both trying to figure out what just happened. Realization dawns on both of us. I get up with a grin on my face. "You wanted the cum? You fucking got it 'Boy". 'Boy accepts immediately. He takes of his clothes and gets on all fours. He is already lubed up, cleaned and ready to go. He is 90% of the time. That is pretty much his job. I still have some of the cum we just licked off the floor in my mouth. I spit it in my hand and slap it on his hole to get it ready for the syringe. "We are going to fill you up good. Tonight, YOU are the cum jar and I am finally getting fucked. 'Boy is still trying to take it all in. He knows there is nothing he can do. We have our orders. I push down on his back "arch a little deeper, it won't go all in if you don't let it slide down". I pick up the syringe and start methodically injecting the seed in his hole. 'Boy just smirks and I don't know why. "You will have to take up my role now" he says. I grin "I am finally getting fucked". 'Boy looks up at me with a smile that is diabolical. "Oh, you are going to get fucked alright. You just wait and see what you will be doing to collect all this semen". He puts his face flat on the floor, arches deeper and spreads his hole with his hands "Get on with it" he says. PART 1 of original version The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamflet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was a short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room of with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. "This is the condition pig, you need to be willing and able to hold these loads in you, you can't ask what or where they are from, you do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. I think about it. And slowly nod. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress, and stand there, naked among fully clothed men. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. Clearly he knows what he is doing. I drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking, I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They are all behind me now. Staring at my hole, waiting to see the sperm go up my hole. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. But then something happens. "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell, as I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall and do a handstand. Now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I crouch back down slowly and simply say "please... more" and they pour the rest in. As last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. There's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices a little bit of sperm dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts it in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. he first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. To be continued.

Today has been unseasonably warm and while out running an errand I stopped by the local park and checked out the wooded trail. There were a couple of cars parked nearby but it didn't appear that anything was going on despite the nice weather. A few guys came and went but again, nothing happening. I was about to leave when a guy pulled up and went straight to the trail. I followed him to the far end of the wooded area. He stood around and grabbed his bulge once but then quickly left when another car arrived. I wait on the small wooden bench and this new guy walks by and makes eye contact. I follow down the path and he turns and pulls out a huge coxk. I bend over and start blowing him. Bending over, he sees the strap of the black jock I have on. He runs his hand over my bare ass as I continue sucking him. He seems interested so I drop my pants and he starts fingering my hole. I'm glad I took time to prepare and before I can fish the small bottle of lube from my pocket, he's wet his finger and really working it deep. I knew I wouldn't be able to easily take his massive black cook but I turn and offer my hole to him. To starts working it into me and soon has half of it in me. I beg for his load and he gets more excited. A few minutes later he's shooting a huge load in my hole. Not too deep and I reach back and push what I can in me. Drop to my knees and clean him up before he heads back to his car. Plan to go back again tomorrow and try to find another load.

Nope, its not a myth. The thing is I mainly fuck regulars so I'd much rather wait til my bottoms are cleaned out to receive me rather than unplanned fucks where things are messy. Add to the fact that I'm an old-fashioned top in that I value a bottoms time it takes to clean out. I let them tell me when they're ready to get dicked down. I like one-on-one 45 minutes to an hour of breeding. That level or fucking requires pre-planning. I've had bad experiences with wanna-be cump-dump bottoms who would drive around my neighborhood to meet guys on Grindr. Then want to show up at my place with a dirty hole or already having taken many local loads. I'm not into mystery hole so I stick to scheduled regular bottoms.

I get a similar reaction from guys in clubs when I turn down a top because he starts unwrapping a condom. I’m always pretty nice about it and just say it’s not going to work for me, and although some guys accept that with grace, others get distinctly pissy and walk off in a huff, and then go on to make a point of deliberately ignoring me the rest of the night. The assumption seems to be that I should be the one who makes the compromise, presumably because fucking bare is perceived as the “riskier” option. Something along the lines of, “Well, you fuck raw, so of course you’ll take it with a condom, right?”. Wrong.

I love sliding into a guy that I know is cheating. Get a bottom horned up enough and they'll spread their ass for a hard cock. My favorite is the post sex "shit, what did I just do?" followed by running off. When that satisfying message comes in a few days or weeks later, "hey, what are you up to?", you know they're gonna take it again.

Chapter 3 – Geoff gets his turn in the sling In Chapters 1 & 2, I met up with Geoff, a hot guy with a playroom in his basement. We partied, fisted, and he worked a chain into my ass. He’s in the sling now and I can bounce on a dildo to keep my ass happy. Once Geoff was settled in the sling, he took a hit of poppers and asked for more rimming. Of course, that was fine with me. I took out the butt plug and put it aside. His hot ass looked great, with the hair around his hole matted down with spit and lube. I tongue fucked him and licked all around his ass, getting him ready for the more intense play to come. Geoff’s ass was ready for more, so I lubed up my hands and started stretching his hole. Using fingers from both hands, I’d pull his hole open. It was exciting to see inside this hot man’s ass. Occasionally, I’d shove my tongue into his stretched-open hole, getting it in as deep as possible and tasting his unique flavor. I went back to stroking and poking his hole with one hand while I was bouncing on the dildo. I added more lube, looked deep into Geoff’s eyes, and plunged my hand in. His ass was open and accommodating, letting me in with little resistance. I would make a fist and rotate my hand slightly while inside him. He really liked that and took a hit of poppers while I was doing that. Now, he was a beast on fire. My fist was rolling around inside him, and he was using the sling to move back and forth, spreading the sensations throughout his ass. He got to a point when he moved the sling so much that my hand came out of his ass. But he was right back on it, taking me inside him on the next return. We did this for a bit until he said that his ass needed a rest. My hand came out, and I stroked and massaged his swollen hole. Once he was OK to stand, he wanted to get out of the sling, but I reminded him that he needed a plug or dildo in his ass first. His butt plug was nearby, so I lubed it up and put it in his ass. Then, he got out of the sling, and we took another break on the bed. Geoff asked if he could suck my dick for a while. I get T dick and told him that it probably wouldn’t get hard, and he was fine with that. I propped some pillows behind my back and spread my legs for him. The dildo from the stool was still inside me, and I could just see the butt plug in Geoff’s ass as he started sucking me. While it was sexy seeing this man suck my dick while his ass was visible to me, I wanted to eat his hole some more. So, he flipped around, and I took the plug out of his ass. He laid on top of me and continued sucking while I started exploring his hairy ass. First, a finger went in, just to stroke inside a bit, then another joined. Eventually, I had 2 fingers from each hand inside him and dove into his waiting hole tongue first. He was still sucking me and would occasionally reach down and move the dildo in my ass around. This went on for a while until I suggested that he move to the sling again, and I would fuck him with a dildo. Geoff selected a Bad Dragon Fenrir dildo for me to use on him and got in the sling; I sat on the stool and stuck the dildo that was still in my ass to it again. I lubed up the huge dildo that Geoff chose and slowly moved it around on his ass. There was also a good bit of lube and spit already there, so it was nice and slippery. I’d tease his hole with the head of the dildo, just getting a little bit in before moving it back out again. The dildo was long and thick, with some nice bumps on it. It also had a knot part way down, and getting that in would be a stretch. Eventually, I stuck the head of the dildo in his ass and let it go in deeper. Geoff’s expression and moans told me how much he was enjoying this. I’d twist the dildo and pull it back, but never all the way out, slowly fucking him with it. It had gone in up to the knot, which I started to wiggle around his hole. He told me that he had taken it past the knot before. I added more lube to the dildo and his hole; he took a hit of poppers and told me to shove it in. There was some resistance, but his hole expanded around the thickness and swallowed the dildo. His cock spurted out some cum, which I eagerly lapped up and shared with him. We let the dildo rest there a little before I started twisting it around inside him. He was squirming like the pig that he is as I worked that toy inside him. I fucked him with the dildo for a while. I’d work the knot back out and then shove it in deep. He was really opening up for it, and it got easier each time. Eventually, he asked for a fist again, which I was happy to deliver. My fist slid in with no resistance now since his hole was well-opened and gaping. We played around with my fist in his ass until Geoff decided he needed a rest.

To what @ErosWired wrote above, I might add: try to stay as close to prepared as is reasonably possible - ie eat the kind of diet that makes cleaning out easy. Lots of fiber, for one thing. Take a fiber supplement daily. The more your system gets used to one good solid bowel movement a day (or rarely, two), the easier you'll find it to clean out in between.

I came home from work, it had been a long day.... Even if I had gotten a little sauna fun earlier, I was shattered after a long day. I sit, open a beer, just start to unwind when I have a message, "Boy, Daddy's horny." My heart fluttered reading it, and I immediately reply, "Yes Daddy, 5 minutes please." I quickly go to the bedroom, strip off uniform, on goes the booty shorts and nothing else. I unlock my front door, the. Bend over the stairs ready. A few minutes later Daddy arrives. He's had a few drinks, I can smell it on him. He gropes my ass as we walk upstairs, I love the build up as always. Into the bedroom, he's kissing my neck, telling me how he loves me again, and he's sorry that he is drunk and will be rough. I kiss him back telling him it's okay, and I love him too. He tells he his friend "new Daddy" is going to pick him up here, so he doesn't have long. He wants to be rough with me, he wants my hole, no foreplay, no teasing, he wants to take me hard. He wants to hurt me. I kiss him again, knowing what he wants to hear. "I love you Daddy, rape me." He shoves me down hard, pulling my shorts to the side. He spits on his hand, pulling his cock out, and forcing it into me. It hurts, I know he wants it too. It's been a while since we have played like this, but I know what to do. He starts pounding me like a jack hammer. I tell him it hurts, he spits in my face. I swallow it, thanking him. I tell him I love him. He's grunting, 10, 15 minutes of constant pounding. I'm a piece of meat for him, but he wants me to be right now. I exist just to let him use me. He moans that he's close, he moans he needs something to push him over the edge. I open my mouth for him to spit in over and over, making me feel even more worthless. I swallow it all, gagging like a good little faggot before I whisper to him, "Please Daddy, rape your cum into me." That does it, another few minutes of the hardest fucking I've ever had, and he's done. I feel his load inside me. He pulls out. My hole, stinging, sore and swollen. He kisses me again, and I know what to say. "Thank you for raping me Daddy." He walks downstairs, leaving me lying on the bed. As I hear the door shut, I get a text from "New Daddy." "You slut, he just got in the car and told me he's fucked you, when is my turn?" "I was Daddy's rape toy, but once you drop him off I'll be yours" I reply, knowing what will happen. "Good boy, you'll be my Rape toy in 25 minutes. Love you slut x" New Daddy replies to me. I'm smiling, knowing I've pleased Daddy, and that I'll please new Daddy shortly.

It was a not so typical end of the year party on a Friday night. Christopher had just graduated high school. He was your typical straight laced, high school jock, popular with the girls, but had yet to get laid. He had the occasional beer and maybe a joint, but never thought of doing hard drugs ever. Christopher was 5' 10”, 145 pounds of lean muscle with blond hair and blue eyes. He was invited to a party at the near by college he was to attend in the fall ans was hoping to get himself laid by some college chick. When he arrived there weren't many girls at the party so he grabbed a beer and walked around. After finishing a few brews he started to talk to some of the other people at the party. He hit it off with this one guy, his name was Reese. Reese was had just finished his second year at the college and was very out going, the total opposite of Christopher's shyness. They talked about the lack of pussy at the party when Reese said he could introduce him to a couple hotties name Gina and Tina. Christopher was excited at the possibilities and the 2 left for Reese's apartment. After arriving at Reese's, Reese offered Christopher another beer. Christopher drank it down as Reese told him he was going to get Tina. Christopher was a little confused why he never said he was going to get Gina when he started to feel very warm and groggy. When Reese came back he helped Christopher into his bedroom and Christopher stretched out on his back on the bed. It was at that point that Reese asked Christopher if he liked Gina. Christopher looked at him a little puzzled. Reese explain, Gina was in the beer that he drank. Christopher was a little out of it, but was feeling good and started to feel a little horny. It was at that point that Reese climbed on Christoper, sitting on his chest and pinning his arms under his legs. He was sitting so heavily on Christopher's arms the blood flow was stopped. Then Reese pulled out a syringe and said it was time to meet Tina, and with that he stuck the needle into Christopher's arm giving him is first taste of crystal meth via a slam. Christoper felt the warmth in his arm and as Reese let up on his arm the meth hit is system and he couched out. Reese gave him some water to drink and Christopher was flying. Reese then hit himself with a nice slam en joined Christopher in the sexual high. Reese then leaned in and kissed him. Christopher was unable to prevent Reese's tongue to begin probing into his mouth. As Miss Tina took it's hold of him he began to get very horny. He gave in to the advancements of Reese and the pleasure he was experiencing. Reese began to undress Christopher as they kissed and soon Christopher was only in a pair of blue boxer briefs. Reese then began to undress himself and then he straddled Christopher chest as he did when he forced slammed the teen. Reese then eased his hard, dripping 8a: cut cock into his victims mouth with some resistance, but with the G in Christopher's system along with the T, he was no match fir the hunk sitting on his chest. Christopher was getting his first taste of cock and he began to enjoy it. In no time he was a willing cock sucker and soon Reese was off his chest and sitting with Christopher between his legs willingly sucking his cock. To this point, Christoper had only taken half of Reese's cock into his eager mouth, but soon enough Reese took charge placing a hand behind the chemed up boy's head and little by little forced more of his tool into his mouth. When it hit the back of his throat, Reese told Christopher to take a deep breath and then Reese forced his dick into his cock sucker's throat. After e few seconds he with drew and then repeated his move placing his dick back into the throat of his cock sucker. This went on for a few minutes when Reese pulled all the way out and had Christoper get on his back. It was Reese's turn to show Christopher what it was like to have a real blow job from a real man. Reese easily deep throated Christopher's 7” cut cock and bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity. With the G and T in Christopher's system he was not going to cum any time soon, but the boy was moaning from the blow job he was receiving. Reese was enjoying working on the boy semi hard cock, but that wasn't his objective. He licked the shaft a few times, sucked and licked Christopher's balls as he worked his was to the prize he was after, Christopher's virgin hole. When his tongue began licking the prize her wanted, Christoper began to moan louder then he did when he was getting blown. As Reese licked the hole, lubing it up for his eventual penetration he also began to probe the soon to be willing hole with his fingers. As he slid in on finger he was sure to add a little meth to it to give Christopher a booty bump. Reese knew this would make his ass more hungry and willing to accept his cock. Between the slam and the booty bump Reese was opening up Christoper's virgin hole, 2, 3, 4 fingers deep. Reese thought that he might be able to fist this boy soon, but he held off on that idea. He knew what he wanted, to seed this virgin hole with his toxic seed, get him addicted to T and his cock so that when he returned Christoper returned next fall he would have a boy to use and abuse. Reese pulled his fingers out. Christopher let out a moan of disappointment. Christopher was feeling empty inside. He looked up at Reese and asked him to put his fingers back in side his hole. Reese looked down and with his eyes locked on Christopher's said that he was going to replace it with something more substantial. As that was being said, Reese slowly slid is raw cock into Christoper's ass prompting Christopher to reach down and feel what was going inside him. When he realized it was Reese's dick, he looked up and asked Reese if he should have a condom on. Reese just looked him dead in the eye and kept on sliding into the boys formerly virgin hole. As the last of his cock slid into the ass of his new bottom boy he grinded it in getting a moan out of the boy's mouth. Reese knew what he was doing, he slowly moved his dick, teasing Christopher with mini thrusts. Reese could see in Christoper's eyes that he was giving in and at that point Reese set about fucking him with a growing intensity. Reese knew that if his seed was too take hold he'd need to do some damage and since the boy was a virgin he knew it wouldn't take much to seed him. Along with the fingering Reese did some scratching inside. He knew that this would work since it was the same way he had be brought into the fold. Soon Christoper was moaning and begging to be fucked. The booty bump was really working now and Reese wasted no time in pounding the boy's hole. As Reese was abusing his new toys ass, he was ready to deliver his first load and did so without Christopher knowing. Reese could deposit a couple loads this way and did just that. As Reese was read to cum for the third time he looked down at Christopher, leaned in and as he was getting ready to cum he told Christopher that he was going to spend the weekend with him and that they were going to keep fucking until Reese was sure that his toxic seed was going to take hole. Reese then started to pant and moan and whispered into Christopher's ear that he was shooting his third poz load into his ass and with three loads in him deep there was no turning back. He was soon to get the fuck flu and be as poz as Reese was. Reese now owned his ass and he would do with it as he pleased. Christopher sat there in shock. He was so tweaked, he didn't know what to feel or what to do. All he knew was that he wanted more Tina and that he wanted of Reese's cock.

Same here. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard it "live", just here on BZ. Apparently, it's what we used to call a regular/occasional "trick"? Or maybe it's a contraction of "sidekick", meaning a guy that always seems to be around? Someone needs to update the Gay Pig's Dictionary ....

With regard to whether I’m gay, bi or whatever, I’ve always said that I hope my sexual orientation is the least interesting thing about me. As to the bear friend - 🙄 - Having a PhD in LGBTQ+ English Literature is like having an MD specializing in toenail fungus: Useful in a very specific set of circumstances, but otherwise beside the point. I was a candidate for graduating with Distinction in my undergraduate English Literature degree. All I had to do was get an A in the qualifying class. The professor teaching it - whose lecture style was in itself a refined form of torture that would have put Torquemada to shame - insisted, however, that we dissect Henry James’ The Figure In The Carpet to derive the homosexual subtext in it. I couldn’t see it. The irony, of course, is that the narrator in James’ story is obsessed with finding the hidden meaning in an author’s work, and if I had been then as jaded and cheeky as I am now I would have just titled my paper “The Figure In The Carpet - The Biography of Professor _____”. The result would have been the same. I dropped the course and gave up on the honor rather than pretend to find his imaginary gay subtext. (In fact, only one student out of the ten or so of us nominated for Distinction survived his class.) And yes, the bear is a fucking snob. No one speaks ‘perfect’ English because no one can - English is a gloriously malleable language, and anyone who claims to know the way it is is a moron. I imagine Mr. Bear can take a cock, because it sounds like he walks around with a huge stick up his ass.

Another reason we should fuck! I've never been 100% monogamous in my entire fucking life. Especially hot back in the days when I was chasing.

That’s an awful story, but common. Unfortunately, many gays are on the eternal quest for “something hotter,” so friendship, honesty and loyalty don’t factor in. One thing I’ve learned as a gay, is you have to be emotionally guarded, have tough skin and most of all, be able to fully turn the page quickly. That still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt like hell sometimes.

Hello guys, first post here. To give you quick context Im a Caribbean guy in his late 20s living in Argentina. Honey Brown golden skin, long beard 5'7 and swimmers build (I played basketball my whole life) Gypsy looking some say. The other day I woke up mad horny and had no idea why. Rolled myself one up and..went on grindr to see how the early morning was going to be. I have a heavy interracial fetish so I was planning to take as much white seed as I could even though my love for men in general wasnt gonna allow me to let any seed go to waste. 1ST LOAD: On grindr found this cute blonde Argentinian bear in his mid 20s that lived a couple blocks down from my spot (City of Buenos Aires) and we chatted for a minute, exchange a couple of nudes and he invited me to his place. 6'0 He had a square shaped muscular body with broad shoulders and back with an 15 cm dick but very thick and veiny with a pointy pink tip. Sturdy. Sucked his pink cock for around 10 mins then he decided to flip me around letting me in all my fours. Going raw on me while complementing my body frame and skin, quite hot tbh. Seemed like he was edging for some time cause he didn't last long and came quite fast as I could feel with each pulsation as he filled me with 6 shots of warm cum. At that point my level of hornyness skyrocketed to the top. I was horny before but you guys know what I mean. After the first load you start feeling yourself a bit more. Innevitable. We shook hands as I walked out the door and started walking aimlessly through BA streets. It was 9 am. Pulled out the rest from the fat joint I had from earlier and kept on walking LOAD 2: not more than 20 blocks into my journey I received a message from another Argentinian guy in his mid 30s Slim and tall and arab looking. He had a pretty neutral face and body but a beautiful long cock. He invited me to his place and gave me like an hour long fuck before breeding me with long thick cum. Thicker than the previous guy. At this point between the high and the cum in my system I was in heaven. LOAD 3: Head spinning and full of cum I decide to return to my journey this time being texted by a regular fuck buddy or chongo like Argetinians say (best one of the afternoon) 6'0 White Latino looking long haired Venezuelan with swole but not ripped body, amazing ass and an massive 23 cm, curved and a can thick cock ready to hit the right spots. Theres a difference between who just loads you and who makes you crave their cum. This guy is one of those guys. Amazing fucker fucked me in every position on every corner of the house. He bred me while on top of me while I was backing my ass up making him shoot his cum as deep as possible. After all the moaning and grunting got the load I deserved but wanted more... 4TH AND 5TH LOAD: My sluttyness at this point was uncontrollable so I decided to take the subway and head downtown (I live on the northern part of the city) to go to the best sauna in town. Got in. Asked myself a glass of wine then sit around just to watch guys pass by. Talk to a couple of guys but everything on a friendly matter, nothing sexual. Tipsy enough I decide to go into the dark room where even though its dark you can still recognize some facial features. Soon as I walk in Im met with a french kiss ( kinda unexpected) from what it seemed an 40+ y/o 6'3 Italian guy with very fit body, shaved beard and daddy vibes. Hot. He takes me to one of the rooms and I started sucking him like there was no tomorrow.Then he decided to flip me and starts fucking me against the mirror. The guy could fuck and had big stamina but honestly felt I could make him cum before he made me cum. Which happened as soon as I started backing my ass up once again making bim explode at least 4 shots of fresh cum. As Im recovering from the fuck I just had and still with my ass up I could feel a face right next to mine whispering 'dont move ' with an heavy Buenos Aires accent. I had no idea who the guy behind me was and it was was he planning. I look at the Italian guy to see if he knows him but he points at me as the guy from behind its handling me bottle of golden rush telling me to take hit. At that point the mystery of the whole thing and the voice he had, had me open. So I hit the poppers and suddenly everything I was once feeling got multiplied by 50 times. And of course I let this anon guy fuck me bare and wish I could explain to you guys how good that bare cock felt as it went in. I was gone. Fucked this guy long enough for him to surrender and give me last load of the night. So fucking hot. Finished the day fucking an tatted russian looking twink but was a curly haired shy chubby cub who ended up taking my load. Hopefully ill post more soon. Cheers

I got pretty pissed off once when a former Grindr hookup (which hadn't been repeated because it was pretty lousy TBH) showed up at my door after dark one evening without any notice or contact whatsoever, on Grindr or anywhere else. Creeped me the fuck out. I told him in icy tones that it was NOT OK and that he needed to go away. Which fortunately he did.

At a hook up I didn't get a hard on - had a stressful week before and had some personal issues distracting me. I honestly hoped to get off and honestly offered a fuck... The guy was pissed and reproached me for not getting hard and started a real drama out of it. I offered him three options: - maybe I don't get hard because he's not the cupcake I thought to be? - if he needs an all-time ready-steady hard dick, it's a dildo what he needs, and not a human being that isn't ready like a tool with loaded batteries at any time... - to piss off I'm aware that a date expects a hard dick when one is out to get fucked, and that I, as a top, am the one to deliver and I provoke hope for that when I accept a hook up, but hello...! We're humans, no machines or apps... I had countless of guys without a stone hard rod for various reasons that no one's to blame for.

Bottom in Atlanta looking to be made into a complete cumdump. Fill me, Whore me, share me, pimp me, have me take loads at the RRI or at a business travelers hotel room.

I can easily take a fist and have never had a guy complain I'm too loose. If anything they've enjoyed it more as they can really go to town without cumming too quickly. Hell my last anon hookup started fisting me without even asking and I loved it.

Votes cast: Uncle Terry to get the blood slam kit from his bag, blood slam sub pig-boy Jason then fuck him until blowing a toxic load deep in his guts = 10 Votes Uncle Terry to fuck sub pig-boy Jason until blowing a toxic load deep in his gut = 6 Votes Fuck sub pig-boy Jason for several minutes, then fuck his face, then cum on the vinyl play sheet and make sub Jason eat it all up = 3 Votes Thanks: Behave and just sit on the couch wanking whilst watching over sub pig-boy Jason fucking his hungry cunt = 0 Votes 84% of votes cast want to see sub Jason as a minimum get a toxic load blasted deep into his guts, with nobody at all voting for Uncle Terry to behave himself. You're all pigs, and I love it! 😈🐽 I'm tied up with other stuff for the next few days, but will return to publish more very soon.

That's how i try to keep my hole. I am so loose that I can take a fist in my slack ass in under 60 seconds. And still want to get looser...but that's the FistPig life...

Try and have your tops get in the habit of giving you a 24 to 36 hour advance notice. I mostly fuck my few regular bottoms who are usually pre-cleaned and ready to take me long and deep. For instance, I will start contacting my weekend bottoms on Thursday evening to see if they're available. But short notice fucks are a recipe for mess and an embarrassing situation.

It depends on what you’re doing to try to clean out. Your rectum is normally empty until you’re ready to have a bowel movement, and any waste matter is collected above the rectum and held while water is absorbed from it. The rectum is around 6” in length, which is also on the high end of the average for cock length, so if the Top has an average endowment, a deep cleaning for a short notice hookup is probably unnecessary, and will draw more matter downstream, resulting in a more complicated cleanout. A simple rinse of the rectum to ensure it is clear should be adequate for an average cock. For a long cock, you’ll have to go a bit deeper, but try not to fill yourself very full - fuller than just the rectum, but try to limit the washout to the next few inches of colon, where firm or semi-firm stools would be gathered in preparation for expulsion. I use a shower-shot type method, and will generally give myself about a 10-second flow for a rectum cleanse, and 15-20 seconds for a longer cock. If I go to 30 I know I’ll get a deeper cleanse, but I can expect to add 15-20 minutes to the cleanout. Beyond that is deep-cleaning territory, usually stages of 50, 40, and a series of 30-second flows that can take up to 45 minutes, followed by rinses at 20, 15 and 10. Definitely not for what I would consider short notice, but I can pull it off with an hour’s notice if I’ve been maintaining diet.

Those were good years at TIM! A lot of really good dirty nasty porn back then- it seemed more real then today imho

Holes that are too tight make my dick shrivel. Nothing makes me cum harder than a wet and loose ass.

Dozing on the patio furniture after finishing yardwork the cat woke me up demanding dinner....He knows I am the only oner here who can work the can opener so he howls until I get up and go inside and feed him.He actually will come running whenever he hears that electric hum of the can opener operating and we use it to find him sometimes.Went in to take a shower and get ready for dinner at Mr Wilsons but stopped to look at myself in the big mirror.Posing like a cheap slut thinking how my ass had a man in it just that morning.Grabbed my stiffening cock and fucked my fist a few moments wondering what it felt like to fuck another guy...Ding! a message from mr wilson,could I come over early and help set up for dinner?Smiley face...and a dickpic attached.Sent message back saying "6?"he replied saying okay so out of shower into tighty whities shorts teeshirt and flipflops then out the door.Mr wilson met me at his door in a bathrobe.Once inside was kinda startled by his embrace and deep kiss...his open robe fell to the floor showing his raging hard cock.His hands on my shoulders as he pushed me to my knees and I was at eye level with the cock that had ravaged me only yesterday for the first time."kiss it Nicklas....suck it in"he said.And I did as he asked,his hand behind my head as he drove the engorged red head towrads the back of my throat,making me gag....I could taste the copius precum drooling from him as he said"This is how you will greet me from now on whenever I as nicklas,is this clear?"I mumbled yes as best I could.Satisfied with my answer he pulled out without ejaculating but a thin line of drool streched from my lips to his cockhead......Pulling me to my feet again he grabbed my crotch and smiled at the harness he found there'"So giving me head makes you hard does it?Are you a lil faggot Nicklas?You like sucking dick?Oh I am going to make you into such a cumslut."He pulled me into the dining room and gesturing towards the chairs I sat down.He returned from the kitchen with two capsules and laying them on the table said"You know I have aids Nicklas,yet you let me fuck you and cum in inside you.I cannot resist your cute lil ass and will inseminate you at every oppourtunity.You will become infected eventually and I spoke with Mr Hadden at the hospice agency and he dropped these off for you.They will prevent infection and are used for just that purpose.Take one now and the other in the morning before you see him at the agency.He is fully aware we have been intimate,and he wasn't at all surprised by it.I think he likes you"he said with a smirk.Downed one pill and washed it down with the water he gave me."Good" he said"you are too young to decide on pozzing yet.This will buy you time while we mess around,and you learn without being at too much risk.Its called pep and is pretty standard in the gay active comunity,it prevents infection when poz semen finds its way into a neg hole like yours.If you remain negative you will have to take prep once a day to remain uninfected....but since you have already been exposed we have to test you for a while before the switch is made to prep.Mr Hadden will explain it all to you.I was totally honest with him about fucking you,and told him you were a breath of fresh air in this old faggots life."I could feel my ears getting hot and mr wilson said"Don't be embarrassed Nicklas,lotsa guys have been where you are right now.I wouldn't hurt you for the world.Now,lets set up for dinner."We set out plates and silverwear and the smell from the kitchen was of lasagna and sausage,tomato sauce and garlic.My stomach growled with a building appetite."Mr Yee and his boy will be joining us,I think you will like him"Mr Yee or the boy.but he gave no further info.

Hot Desert Knights of course. Bareback Masters, Dick Wadd, Lucas Entertainment, Raw Fuck Club. So many good ones

Chapter 9 When Jake and his father finally arrive home they see Tyler waiting for them in his driveway. Jake tells of his adventures with the roadside cop which which works Tyler up into a frenzy of horniness. Tyler and Jason take turns on Jakes hole until they all collapse in exhaustion in Jason’s large bed. The next morning Jake wakes up early and cuddles up next to his father. He slips his hand under the sheets and finds his dad’s semi hand and begins stroking. Before long his father is fully erect and leaking. His father slowly wakes up rock hard to find his horny son. He tweaks his son’s erect nipples and says, “I like they way you think, but we both have to get going so we might need to multi task”. A sudden look of disappointment covers Jake’s face and his father responds, “ don’t worry we will fuck you in the shower.” Jake’s smiles and all three head to the large shower in Jason’s room. Jason and Tyler plant their morning seed deep inside Jake and after they all get ready for their day. As Jake gets ready to leave for school, he hugs is father good bye. As he does, this father slips his hand down Jake’s pants and firmly grips his sons muscular butt cheek then slips his finger into his sons crack wetting his fingers with the mixed seed inside. Jakes moans. Jason pulls his fingers out and licks them. “Mmmmmmm that’s my sweet boy” Jason begins, “Now remember, we have a long day apart with you at school and me at work. Your job is to collect loads and when I get home you should be ass up showing daddy what a good job you’ve done collecting those loads. Understand?” Jake smiles and responds, “Yes, sir!” Jason then passionately kisses his son good bye and instructs him to say good bye to Tyler and does as he’s told passionately kissing him as well before getting in his car to drive to school. After classes are complete, Jake has baseball practice. His team practices on the field for a while then head down to the weight room. His coach spots him as he does the beach press. It’s then, as he’s laying down on the bench that he notices the bulge in his coach’s shorts. His coach looks down at the young muscle jock and his bulge grows even bigger. Jake allows his shirt to ride up giving the coach a better view of his hairless abs. Jakes watches as the coach adjusts himself a few times wondering how big the coach actually is. As he finishes his sets he makes sure he to bend down exposing the band of this jockstrap above his shorts and giving the coach a great view of his hot muscles ass. After the the team finishes lifting, they head to the locker room. Jakes savors the sight of all the athletes in various stages of undress and the smell of sweat and testosterone on the air. Jake is jolted out of his dreamy state when the coach yells his names and orders him into his office. Grinning to himself, Jake saunters into his office with only his Jockstrap on. Jakes is greeted to his shirtless coach. His shorts slung low exposing the top of his pubic hair. The coach’s hairy pecs are punctuated by his large dilated nipples. “Coach, you wanted to see me?”, Jakes started out. “Yes, Jake I noticed today at practice you seemed distracted” the coach questioned, staring intently noticing his newly shaved body which emphasized Jake’s muscular physique and his jockstrap wrapped around his small waist. “Sir?” Jake questioned. Unable to control, himself his dick begins to grow in his jock. “Have a seat” the coach instructs and then shuts the door to his office. Jake adjusts himself and sits in front of the coaches desk. The coach returns to his desk and sits at the corner of his desk. His crotch now at eye level with Jake’s. “I want to know what’s on your mind” the coach continues. There are a few monuments of silence. The coach observes as Jake stares at his crotch. The coach flexes his cock allowing his cock to grow a little more and Jake lets out a little gasp. He then looks up at the coach licking his lips. “Now Iknow what’s on your mind. You got dick on your mind don’t you boy?” The coach asks as he grabs his fat bulge. “Yes coach”, Jake says blushing a little. “You want your coaches dick don’t you boy?” The the coach taunts Jake nods and then the coach say, “come get it boy” and spreads his legs open inviting him over. Jake quickly gets on his knees and pulls down on the coach’s waistband and the coach’s massive dick is revealed to him. His uncut dick is as thick as a beer can in its semi hard state. The coach’s massive balls stretch the skin of his scrotum tight. Thick veins run up and down the shaft and at the base is a thick patch of bushy dark hair. Jake pulls back in the thick foreskin stroking it, revealing the fat head that begins to spit out silky precum. Jake can smell the muskiness emitting from the coach’s pores like the coach hasn’t showered in a couple days. As he goes in to suck on the coaches dick he begins to realize how dirty the coach is…. There is a coating of dick cheese around this coach mushroom head as he pulls to foreskin completely back. He begin sucking on the heavy dick and his mouth is filled with tangy taste of the coach’s smegma. The coach just moans, “that’s a good piggy boy” and the coach begins to slowly face fuck Jake. Thrusting deep and deeper until his dick is deep down Jakes throat and Jakes face is buried is the coaches pubes. The coach fucks Jakes throat until his dick is rock hard. Then his pulls is completely out, the massive man lifts Jake and spreads him on the desk. The coach admires the young adonis spread out before him. The goes down and feasts on the jocks erect nipples and gropes though Jake’s jockstrap. The coach’s scruff scratches at his pecs as the coach naws on his nipples electrify Jake’s body and he is soon fully hard, His cock bursting out of his jockstrap. The begins exploring Jake’s hole and discovers it is already wet. “It looks like I’m not the first one inside you today?” The coach questions. Jake shakes his head. “Who came in you?” The coach asks as he sniffs his cum soaked fingers. “My next door neighbor, Tyler Cox”, Jake responds. The coach smiles and says, “oh I *know* Tyler” and licks his fingers. “Anyone else?” “My dad” Jake responds shyly. “Oh fuck! That’s so hot! And now I’m gonna fuck that daddy cum deeper inside you. Is that what you want boy?” “Yeessss!” Jake responds and as he does the coach inserts his fingers deep inside the his jock hole. The coach pulls off Jake’s jockstrap off and shoves it in his mouth. “This is gonna hurt boy”, the coach states. With that he spits his dick and spreads Jake’s legs wide. He lines up his dick with Jake’s jock hole and pushed in. Jake’s eye grow wide and begins to scream through the jock stuffed in his mouth as the intense pressure of the coaches cock spreads his anal walls to their limit. The coach continues to push in and covers Jakes mouth to further muffle the screams and lock the jock in Jake’s mouth. “Fuck! I can feels that hole ripping open to accommodate this big coach dick!” The coach exclaims. As he says this he looks down at his massive dick sliding in and out of Jake’s slutty hole and sees streak of blood forming on his cock. This excites the coach so much that the coach dick head flares and he stabs the rest of his cock balls deep into Jake’s cunt. Jake nearly faints but finds a way to stay conscious through the assault on his hole. He final grows accustomed to the monster dick inside him and as he does the he wraps his muscular legs tight around the hairy coach. “That’s it Jake! Show coach how much you love his big dick inside you. I’m building up a big load of you! And don’t worry my load is just has toxic as your dad and Tyler’s”. And with that the coach begins brutally pounding Jake’s ass. Jake reveals I the thought of getting another poz load and begins to tweak the coaches nipples in hopes of working up and even bigger loads. “You want that poz load you fuckin’ faggot?” The coach questions and as he does he takes out dirty jockstrap out of Jake’s mouth. “YES COACH! POZ MY HOLE!” Jake replies and with that he clamps his muscular legs around the coaches waist and clamps hole tight around the coaches vieny dick. “Here it cums you stupid cunt! FFUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK!” The coach exclaims as his dick unleashes his venom seed on Jake’s vulnerable hole. “Yes please” Jake begs repeatedly as his hole is flooded with cum and overflowing, leaking down his ass cheeks. As the coach comes down off his orgasm. He pulls his semi hard dick out of Jake’s used hole and moves to the other side of the desk to lets him clean is dick off. The coach notices the other teammates have been watching the whole thing and sees their dicks exposed and stroking. He jesters them to join. A muscular senior inserts himself in Jake as he cleans off the coach’s dick. Jakes begins stroking his rock hard dick. Other teams unable to control themselves long enough to get his turn inside begin shooting all over Jake’s chest and face. Jake completely filled with cock and covered in cum can hold himself back no longer and shoot his huge all over his chest and abs. At the end of the fuck session Jake has 10 loads inside him and prepares to present himself to his father.

I actually heard this 'side' discussion at a local sex store, while I was picking up some poppers. Apparently the 'side' thing is popular with guys in their early & mid 20s. One guy speculated that it was due to the Pandemic. I don't know, but I remember when I first started with gay sex at 30 I was fine with just oral sex; boy has that changed. In America & Britain oral sex is often regarded as second best but in France it's considered more intimate. Conversely, I was surprised at how intimate it was when I first got fisted.

I don't turn down a top with a small or average penis for what I thinks is a valid reason. It gets me relaxed and opened up for the bigger, larger guys I will play with later in that session. I have, at times, tried to place them in order, saving the biggest for last. It doesn't always work out that way, but I have met some very hot, very talented top guys who had small or average endowments. I have had huge guys who were awful tops, so sometimes quality does rank ahead of quantity (or size, so to speak).

This term is new to me. I have been referred to as a "side", not because of some sexual interest, but because I was having sex with a neighbor who had a partner. The guy living next door to him referred to me as his "side". I thought it was amusing, "Hey I saw your "side" coming out of your apartment this morning". It made me laugh to hear the term....I thought it was a new term guys in the 20s used. Apparently, I was wrong again....

i guess we're not talking side of beef here? i haven't had to deal with this. It strikes me as funny though. Sort of like drive thru: "would you like fries with that." To me, a 'side' is something you have along with the main course, not something one makes a meal out of.

Honestly it's good. Very mixed crowd but of course more bottoms. My only issue is the venue doesn't have enough dark spots to encourage raw fucking. If it had a good sized dark room it would be amazing.

Sometimes the smallest cock can be the best you have had. It's all about how you use it.

You ever get both your cock and balls inside a hole?

Love the yellow droplets on a rim with a couple anon cock hairs.👄

I've been reading these replies for several days now - and I think that bottoms with really tight Holes should at least loosen up a bit before heading out to the backrooms/fuckjoints. Some of us are on the thick side, and it's not all that much fun trying to open up a Hole when it hasn't already had some Cocks up there. I'll take loose and sloppy anytime, over so tight I have to "work" it to even get my Cock in there. Besides - loose and sloppy implies the Hole is pre-loaded, which makes any Hole taste all the better. Every once-in-a-while I have to tell some guy to go take some other Cocks, and then come find me. They aren't put off - they understand.

Incidentally, the 27th amendment holds the record for the longest time between adoption by Congress and its ratification by the required number of legislatures. It was originally proposed as one of the first twelve amendments to the US Constitution in 1789. Ten of those were ratified in short order and became what today we call the Bill of Rights. But two other amendments were passed by Congress and submitted to the people, including this one. Six of the original states approved this amendment in the 1790's (but the threshold for approval was 10). After admission to the Union, Kentucky ratified the amendment, but the threshold was continuing to grow with the admission of new states. Ohio ratified it in 1873, and there it stalled for more than a century. In the 1970's, as public concern over Congress voting itself pay raises while the rest of the country struggled economically, some clever folks "rediscovered" the amendment, and realized it had no deadline for ratification. (More recently proposed amendments have set a deadline, typically 7 years or so, for ratification or else they're considered dead.) Wyoming (that bastion of anti-federal sentiment, even though GOP control of Congress at the time is the only reason it's a separate state) ratified in 1978. Shortly after, in 1983, a national movement was born to push states to ratify the amendment. Less than ten years later, enough states had signed on to put the amendment into the Constitution, more than 200 years after it was first proposed to the states. Two states that ratified early (New York and Kentucky), in an abundance of caution, ratified the amendment a second time. Subsequently, most of the rest of the states have ratified, with only four holdouts at present: Massachusetts, Mississippi, New York, and Pennsylvania, not that their holdout makes the amendment any less valid.

My ex was a porn junkie. He loved watching porn and stroking. Constantly. But he loved taking video of me plowing a hot hole and creampies to the guy's hole. But he REALLY loved taking video me taking hard cock(s) up my hole raw and getting bred on camera. He would stroke his cock the entire time he was filming. His unedited stuff was pretty good, because he watched so much porn - he knew the kind of scenes he liked seeing... so he filmed the say way. I still have videos of me topping/bottoming from 15 years ago and I love to throw them on and jerk off while remembering me seeding a hot hole or a hot load across my own ass from a hung top. We spent the money on a decent camera with a light, so the quality was pretty decent. Lots of married Daddy's breeding me. Ex had to ensure NO faces. I also edited a lot of the camera jostling etc out of the final. So it was a lot of frisky stuff - just all looked NSA (which in itself is kinda hot). Singles. Doubles, Triples. And even one gang bang where I took 9 loads from 4 guys over the evening. (I still have the original files from that night too.. whahooo!). After we split up, I found a couple of other guys who were into pics - random or posed. I love ass play, and a lot of my picture collection is with other FB's who like to play with a hole and toys and FF... so, there is some excellent quality stuff there... both picture and recently, video. It's fun to run two cameras... either one stationary and aimed and you try and remember it is there... LOL... or one in each guy's hand. Get the same fuck from two different angles and also different quality of shots. I take that stuff and mash it together into a 5 or 10 minute Amateur movie. It's a hobby. And it's a great hobby if the other guy(s) into it!! Love making amateur porn. (Pics are from 5 movies with the same top breeding my hole)

These days I live with three roommates, all very horny tops, which is great and what I was looking for. So yes, I suck cock daily. Get fucked daily too. And get to eat ass daily. They don't need to jerk off, they just put it in my mouth or ass or both in one go.

Marriott, lower castle street - no keycard needed - I’ve done several groups their and taken my sling 😉

Having a guy shoot his load in mouth / down my throat is my reward for servicing and pleasuring the man I am with. To feel a cock spasm in my mouth and then release his man juice is the most exhilarating sensation 💦💦

I love being watched while I'm sucking, mostly happens at parties or when I do a threesome. Only sucked in public once, leaving gay bar with a hook up, started making out while walking to my car. Got to the car and dropped to my knees and started sucking him. As I was working on him the guy parked behind me walked to his car. Stood and watched as the guy started cumming in my mouth. I looked over and said you want some? He said no I'm good and got in his car.

Free your mind...don't be so shallow...take a small dick! Make a guy's night!

Its the nature of things now. Guys aren't emotionally invested. Its all transactional. They aren't going to waste your time and theirs if things are going nowhere. Its nothing personal.

Chapter 8 - Falling Fast The following weekend, on Sunday afternoon, Brian once again found himself shaking with nerves. This time he wasn’t sitting in his Jeep on a strange side street, about to get fucked, but rather siting at a small table in the corner of Starbucks, waiting for his first real date. With Jake. **** Since they had kissed at accepted students day, Brian and Jake proceeded with falling for each other pretty quickly. They talked more with each other at school than they ever had before, and continued chatting by text when they got home. It was mostly about school, college, high school drama, how their dorm room would be set up next year, but things really started moving when Brian asked about the kiss. Brian: “So, umm, you kissed me…” Jake: “Yes I did. And then you kissed me.” Brian: “Haha yup. Did you know I had a crush on you?” Jake: “I had no idea, I didn’t even know you were in to guys! But I’m honored to be your crush haha.” Brian: “Hahaha I’m glad. I didn’t know you were into guys either.” Jake: “Yeah, I’m gay. I’ve known it for a little while, but honestly I’ve been too scared to do anything about it or tell anyone. You’re the first person to know.” Brian: “I’m gay too. I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I think realizing I had a crush on you is what helped me figure that out.” Jake: “Awww ❤️🏳️‍🌈. Haha not weird at all, I get it. I just really had a feeling there was something between us all day, and then the next thing I know I’m kissing you. I still can’t believe I did that.” Brian: “I’m super glad you did :). So, like, do you want to go out with me some time?” Jake: “Yeah!” They decided to meet up for coffee the following Sunday afternoon, and maybe go see a movie after. Neither of them was truly out, but they both decided this would be the first step, and that they wanted to spent time together. They met up at Starbucks in the early afternoon and just sat and talked for hours. Eventually they decided to go see the movie, and even though they picked the latest superhero film, they still found themselves holding hands for a few minutes, laughing with each other in the dark at the corniness of their first date tropes. It was dark after the movie ended, and on the way back to their cars they decided to go for a walk in the nearby park. Jake offered his hand to Brian as they strolled along the path. Brian took it. Neither of them was quite ready to come out to everyone in their lives, but in that moment, they wanted to be together, and didn’t mind who saw. As they reached their cars, Brian pulled Jake in for a passionate kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the last. Then, it was time to go home. It was a school night, after all. Brian was ecstatic at how things were going with Jake. He could tell they were moving quickly, and while he knew that should make him nervous, it didn’t. What made him nervous was Adam, and his toxic seed. Brian’s cock stiffened every time he thought about their night together, but he was worried a positive diagnosis would ruin his chances with Jake. He wanted to get tested ASAP, but he knew it would take a couple weeks to get accurate results. He figured things wouldn’t go quite that quickly. He was wrong. **** The next Friday, Jake invited Brian over to his house to hang out and play video games. His dad was away for work, so he had the place to himself. Brian was excited to finally get some alone time with Jake, and figured he’d call the night a win if he could actually make out with Jake for longer than a couple minutes. They kicked things off by playing video games, eating pizza, and talking about the physics test they took earlier in the day. Eventually, they shut the PlayStation off, sat on the couch, and just talked. They got to know each other, talked about their futures, and even discussed their sexuality. Finally, close to midnight, they started talking about their budding relationship. “So we’re both gay, we’ve kissed twice, and we kinda went on a date…”, Jake returned from the kitchen with sodas for both of them and sat down on the couch right next to Brian, their arms and legs now touching, as he prepared his question. His voice cracked as he asked it. “…does that make me your boyfriend?” Brian turned and looked at Jake, rested his free hand softly on Jake’s face, and kissed him. Jake’s mouth was ready for it this time, and the two boys shared their third kiss. A moment later, Brian let go, placed his forehead up against Jake’s and said “Does that answer your question?” Jake pulled Brian back in to continue the kiss, and the two of them started making out, slowly and intensely. After a little bit, Brian swung himself up over Jake’s body, straddling him, and took his face in his hands (as Adam had done to him only a couple weeks before). He continued the passionately kissing him for what felt like hours. Both of them could feel this was a special moment, their first real connection with another boy, and Jake especially was eager for more. He lifted Brian’s shirt up and beckoned him to lift his arms so he could take it off, and Brian obliged. “My god you are hot” Jake uttered as he took in Brian’s thin chest and pale stomach. “I’m hot!? I’ve got nothing on you, babe.” Brian responded, testing out how calling Jake “babe” felt. He decided he liked it. “I still can’t quite believe I’m making out with you right now.” Jake pulled him back in for more, but after a moment he stopped to ask a question. Brian could notice the nerves appearing on Jake’s face as he asked “Um, do you want to take this to my room?” Brian hesitated for just a moment, remembering his hesitation about his status, but he didn’t want to disappoint Jake. Before Jake could register any concern, Brian jumped back off the couch, now wearing only the light blue, surprisingly well-fitting, jeans and white socks, and said “lead the way.” Jake grabbed Brian’s hand and led him upstairs to his bedroom. Jake’s room was pretty much what you would expect from a straight high school athlete: some medals, some clothes on the floor, a couple sports posters. It was messy, but neither of them cared; the double bed up against the window was the only thing worth paying attention to. “Yeah, uh, this is my room” Jake started to say, unsure of how exactly to move forward now. Luckily, Brian took the lead said “alright, my turn.” He took Jake by the hips and walked him backwards toward the bed, gently pushing him down to sit on its side. Brian grabbed Jake’s red BU Terriers t shirt and yanked it off, revealing Jake’s toned chest and arms. Jake and Brian could both be described as twinks, but Jake would never be dubbed scrawny. He was a maybe an inch taller than Brian and weighed probably 135. Jake was their high school’s star wrestler in the smaller weight classes, so his smooth upper body was sporting nicely toned and veiny arms, he had a defined six pack, and his legs were slim but packed with muscle. He didn’t have the tan of someone who played an outdoor sport, but he wasn’t Brian’s nerdy pale white either. His dark hair was fluffed up but not quite spiked, and Brian gazed in to his piercing blue eyes, which were the features that made Brian first notice he was attracted to him. “Fuck, you are so hot” Brian said as he dropped to his knees and got in between Jake’s legs. Jake had only been wearing black basketball shorts, which Brian quickly pulled down, along with his briefs, and finally his new boyfriend was naked before him. Jake’s cock was already getting hard, and Brian was unsurprised to find he was smooth all over, given the see-it-all nature of his wrestling uniforms. Without using his hands, Brian leaned down and swooped Jake’s cock up into his mouth, giving him his first blow job. Jake moaned and exclaimed “Oh, fuck…”, and ran his hands through Brian’s hair as he worked magic with his tongue, getting Jake rock hard. Brian pulled back and grasped Jake’s dick, which he guessed measured about 6.5 inches. “Please, keep sucking me” Jake begged. Brian did as he was asked. Quickly enough, Jake shouted “Brian I’m gonna cum!” and unleashed a torrent of teenage cum into Brian’s mouth and down his throat. This was the first time Brian had swallowed cum, and even though the surprise caught him off guard, he did his best to take all of it. He gagged a bit, causing Jake to say “Oh god, sorry, are you okay.” Brian gulped down the cum still in his mouth, and said “Yeah man, I’ve just never had a guy blow in my mouth before. But don’t worry it was fucking hot man!” Jake fell back on to the bed, ass still half-hanging off and feet on the floor, and let out a big exhale. As he stared at the ceiling above him, he said “That was my first anything.” Brian knew he meant this was his first time naked and playing with a boy, but asked “never with a girl?”. Jake said “nope”, and Brian replied, still on his knees “me neither”. Jake flipped over on to his stomach and the climbed up into his bed. He pushed the covers aside, laid down on his side, and propped his head up in his hand, elbow into his pillow. “Going to join me?” he asked. Brian wasted no time hopping up off his knees, unbuckling his belt, and sliding his jeans off, along with his socks. “You want to take these off, or shall I?” he asked with a laugh as he grasped the waistband of his boxers. “Strip for me baby” Jake replied, and Brian slowly slid his dark blue underwear down, revealing his already partially stiff 7.5 inch cock. “Holy crap!” Jake exclaimed, and sat up a bit off the bed to get a better look at Brian’s naked body. “Nice cock skinny boy!” “Haha, come on it’s not all that.” Brian replied bashfully, but with a hint of a smirk on his face. “Get the fuck in my bed” Jake ordered with a laugh. Brian didn’t need any more encouragement. He bounded over and hopped up into the bed with his new boyfriend. They started making out furiously while holding each others’ naked bodies tight, hands exploring all over. Jake flipped Brian on to his back and started kissing him on the chest, down his torso, and all the way to his cock, before taking it in his hand, looking up at Brian, and asking “Can I suck it? I don’t really know what I’m doing but I want to try.” “Dude, I don’t know what I’m doing either, so do whatever feels right!” Jake took Brian in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head of his cock, before trying to get as much of Brian’s dick in to his mouth as he could. He couldn’t take it all and choked up a bit, but Brian just smiled as Jake looked up at him with perfect puppy dog eyes. Jake continued to experiment with Brian’s cock in his mouth for a few more minutes before crawling back up and in to Brian’s arms. Brian wrapped his arms around him as Jake leaned into Brian’s chest. “Did you not like sucking?” Brian asked quietly, stroking Jake’s arm to let him know that was alright if it was the case. Jake stayed silent for a moment, thinking, deciding if he was really going to ask Brian to do what he wanted to do next. “No, I loved it, I just… I want you to fuck me.” “Really!?”, Brian said, surprised. “What?” Jake didn’t understand Brian’s reaction, looking up at him for a clue. “I just… figured… you’d be a top.” Brian laughed. “You’re the hot jock in this relationship, after all.” “I’d definitely be down to try fucking you…” Jake replied as he peeled away from Brian a bit so he could look him in the eyes, “… but I need you inside me.” Brian was as rock hard as he could possibly be, and he wanted to give Jake what he asked for. Brian never got to fuck Adam before he left his house, so he still hadn’t experienced what it was like to slide his cock into another guy. But he couldn’t bring himself to explain to Jake why he couldn’t do it. He didn’t want to ruin their first time together, but he figured if they played safe it would probably be okay. But, he then realized he hadn’t come prepared for this. He dejectedly asked Jake “I don’t have any condoms, do you?” “No” “Damn” he said dejectedly. “That’s alright, I don’t care.” “Are you sure?” “More sure than I’ve ever been about anything. I want you to be my first, Brian.” Brian couldn’t say no. In that moment, he made a snap decision: he was going to roll the dice. “Jake, I want you too baby” Brian said. Jake sat up and got on all fours facing the foot of his bed, presenting his ass to Brian, who simultaneously shifted to his knees behind him. Brian marveled at Jake’s smooth ass, and gently pressed his thumb on his hole, causing Jake almost to fall as his elbows buckled. Neither of them knew enough about fucking yet to worry about foreplay, so a couple minutes of fingering is the only preparation Jake got for what was to come. Brian’s cock was fully hard now, 7.5 inches of teenage muscle that had turned into a cruise missile, ready to find it’s target. “How about lube” Brian asked, and Jake shook his head no. “Okay, suck me off again at least to get me wet, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake flipped around and gave Brian the sloppiest sucking he could manage. Then, he got back in position, eager to get this done. As Brian grabbed hold of Jake’s hips, he could feel him trembling. “Are you sure? We could do this later with lube and condoms and everything.” Brian was giving Jake one last out. “Please, just put your dick in me” Jake whined seductively. Brian brought his cock up to Jake’s virgin ass and aligned his head with his boyfriend’s hole. He hoped Jake’s spit would be enough lube, and was worried about hurting him, but he knew they both wanted this so badly. Their sparks had been flying since the first moment they saw each other at BU, and he knew this felt right. He began to slowly push in. He didn’t expect how hard it would be to break through Jake’s hole, and he could hear the muffled moans of pain as he finally pushed hard enough to get his cock inside him. Slowly he slid his long slender dick inch by inch into what he thought had to be the tightest opening in existence. Jake’s ass was like a vice grip as Brian went deeper, and the pressure was amazing; like nothing he had ever experienced with his hand. Jake was in pain, but also in love. Like Brian had felt weeks earlier with Adam, he was feeling gay and proud. He was taking a cock from a cute boy that he was falling head over heals for, so he was not going to let a little pain stop him now. “Fuck, Brian, you’re so big” he panted through large gasping breaths. Brian was about half way in to Jake’s hole when he asked “Are you okay?”. Jake replied “Oh, fuck, yes. Are you all the way in?”. “Not, about half way” Brian responded. “Oh god go all the way Brian.” Brian shoved his hips into Jake and bottomed out in his virgin ass, causing both of them to let out loud, guttural moans; Brian feeling for the first time his cock completely gipped by another boy’s tight ass; Jake feeling what it was like to have his crush deep inside him. Brian began pulling out and sliding back in, very slowly at first. Jake alternated between holding his torso up with his hands on his bed, to falling to his elbows and burying his head into his sheets, trying to get used to it. After a few moments, Brian started building up a rhythm that could actually be described as fucking. He had never felt so powerful, holding Jake’s hips in his hands, looking down on his arched back, and driving his potentially HIV-positive cock into the unsuspecting virgin asshole. Jake had never felt so fulfilled, literally and figuratively. Even more-so than Brian, he had had to portray himself as the straight jock for so long, knowing it was a lie. Now he was on his bed taking his boyfriend’s cock in his ass. He picked up the pace. “I’m not going to last long baby. Where do you want me to cum?” Brian asked, although he figured he knew the answer. In between grunts, Jake let out “inside me Brian, cum in me, please.” Brian had wanted to flip Jake on his back so he could look him in the eyes as he did this, but he realized he wasn’t going to last. He began thrusting as hard as he could, making Jake yelp and cry out in what was now, finally, starting to become a mix of pain and pleasure. “Here it comes!” Brian yelled. He pulled Jake’s ass back into him, at the same time driving his hips forward forcefully. With his cock buried 7.5 inches inside of Jake, he experienced the single most intense orgasm he had ever had as he shot a huge rope of his cum deep into his classmate. He quickly leaned in and hugged Jake from behind, his chest on Jake’s back and his hands wrapped around his sweaty wrestler body as he continued to fill Jake’s ass with cum. With the last buck of his hips, and the final cum entering Jake’s hole, they both collapsed on the bed, Brian laying on top of Jake, his cock still inside him. Jake was silent, breathing heavily. Brian exclaimed “That was amazing” before quickly following it with a question of genuine concern, again asking “You okay?” He meant what he said, but it did cross his mind that Jake wouldn’t be able to answer that entirely on his own yet, since Brian could potentially have just pozzed him. Jake started to roll over, so Brian pulled out and sat back up on his knees. Jake swung around and sat cross legged in front of him, both of them admiring the skinny sweating teenager in front of them. “I’m more than okay. That hurt, but I loved it… I might love you.” Jake froze, again, realizing that this time he almost definitely had gone too far. He didn’t know if he meant fully what he said, but in that moment, it was almost as if he had to say it. “Good. I might love you too.” Brian said with a giant smile and a glimmer in his eye, relieving Jake immensely. Jake pounced on Brian and pushed him back into the pillows. They laid together on their sides, legs intertwined, making out without any more words exchanged for what could have been hours. Eventually, they fell asleep, Jake holding Brian close. ***** The two boys woke up relatively early the next morning, since Jake needed to get to a wrestling practice. They showered together, jerking each other off under the hot water, trying to get themselves to cum at the same time (they succeeded, much to their enjoyment). As they got dressed and ate breakfast, they talked about the night before, how much they enjoyed it, and everything else they wanted to do together. Brian was intent on having Jake fuck him next time, but he would have no problem taking on the role of top again too. They also agreed they would figure out a way to come out together before the end of the school year. They wanted to be a couple. The magical morning-after glow shone strong on both of them, as they both felt they had found a missing piece of themselves. After Brian left Jake’s house, reality began to set back in, and he got a queasy feeling in his stomach as he thought about what he had to do next- he had to take an STD test. A few days later, he went to the health center at the local community college to get it done and over with. He didn’t even want to think about how he would tell Jake if his test came back positive; things were going so well. But, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling that, for some reason, that was what he was hoping for. Friday morning, he checked his phone as he was walking in between classes, excited to see Jake next period in history class. He had an email from the clinic. He quickly opened it and scanned for one of two words until he found what he was looking for. He opened his texts and typed out a one-word message to Adam: negative. Adam responded right away. “Damn. We’re going to have to try again. I have a few ideas to make sure I poz you up next time boy. We’ll have meet up again soon.” As Brian walked in, he managed to smile and wink at Jake as they quickly squeezed hands at the back of the room, but he zoned out all throughout history class. Luckily, they were watching a movie, so nobody noticed. He was supposed to be relieved. This was supposed to be great news. But his cock was stirring, and as the bell rung and Brian and Jake parted ways for the next period, he wrote out a reply to Adam and sent it on gut instinct: “Agreed. What do you have in mind?”

Chapter 4 - Breeding Zone Brian quickly closed his laptop. He was stunned. Sitting naked on his bed with his hard dick in his hand, he felt like his heart had dropped out of his body for an instant. He had been simultaneously so excited, aroused, and nervous about the prospect of hooking up that his heart was pounding. That quickly gave way to a mix of confusion, disappointment, and a faint hint of lust that he didn’t quite understand. Even with his laptop closed, Brian found himself continuing to stroke his cock, now lying in his bed in the dark. He couldn’t stop himself from going where his horny mind seemed determined to take him, and he began to imagine Adam’s mature, experienced body on top of him, his cock pushing on his virgin asshole, awaiting an invitation to enter. Brian allowed the vision to continue, imagining his ass being opened for the first time as Adam’s cock slid inside of him. He wouldn’t admit to himself that Adam being HIV-positive was somehow making the scene even more erotic, but he recognized, at some level, that there was something different going on in his mind now. The fictional Adam only had to slide his cock balls deep in to his ass once for Brian to lose it and spray a huge burst of cum all over his smooth chest. He flinched as some made it all the way up to his cheek. He took a deep breath as he let his cock fall and rest against his stomach. Brian had trouble getting to sleep that night. His emotions were all over the place. It was clear now that he wanted sex… real sex. This was the closest he had ever come; actually talking to someone who lived close by, beginning to make plans. It was a big step for him. He felt scared and liberated; disappointed that Adam was poz, but also disappointed he couldn’t have him. At least he was sure now that he had to make this happen. He had to find a man and lose his virginity, soon. That night, though, he eventually got to sleep. The fog in his mind continued for the next couple of days. He was in a mood that he couldn’t pinpoint. Frustrated, annoyed, mad at everyone, quick to snipe at his friends at school. It was pretty normal teenage behavior really, but the cause of it wasn’t. Eventually, a couple nights later, Brian again found himself in his dark bedroom with his laptop open to a private browser, ready to rub out another load before trying to fall asleep. He opened Google and found himself typing the first thing that crossed his mind, before he had a chance to contemplate it too much: “getting fucked by a poz guy”. That was the beginning of a wormhole that would consume Brian for a week. He read about HIV, treatments and prevention, chances of transmission. The whole nine yards of “educational” information. But he also found some things on the internet he didn’t expect. He encountered the word “bug-chaser” for the first time, and learned that there were actually guys who intentionally got themselves infected. He stumbled on to some homemade porn videos where guys were actually moaning “fuck me with your poz dick” as they were getting fucked bareback. Brian was confused, but he was hard the whole time. Then, he came across Breeding Zone. He was nervous about even being on the site, let alone jerking off to it. But he couldn’t stop. Over the next few nights, he spent hours reading. At first, it was the pozzing stories in the backroom. Then, he read the threads of guys recounting their recent adventures. His dick wasn’t soft for a moment of it. He could feel the nerves that wouldn’t go away, but those nerves also made it the most erotic jerking off he’d ever done. He blew some of the biggest loads of his life when he’d finish reading a story about a daddy stealthing a college boy or a chaser begging to get knocked up. He couldn’t quite understand why this made him so horny, but there was no denying how it was making him feel. On Friday, when Brian got home from school, he was feeling even more pissed off and dejected than he had been these past few weeks. He had failed a big chemistry test. Studying had been harder as of late, he was too distracted all the time. The red “F” on the page was not something Brian had seen many times in his life, and his anxiety sent him spiraling. What if this sunk his chance of getting in to his dream school? Was he not as smart as he thought he was? It was the definition of an overeaction, but it had him shaken. Luckily, he had the house to himself, as the family was away at a band competition that weekend. His little brother was competing, but Brian had stayed home to not miss school. Feeling rebellious, he snuck a couple shots of vodka from the liquor shelf and headed to bed early, fully intending to take his time with a nice long jerking session. After the shots started kicking in, giving him a slight buzz, he was feeling angry and impulsive, and he picked up his phone. He found Adam’s number and quickly wrote out a text “Hey Adam it’s Brian, we chatted a couple weeks ago. Sorry I left abruptly. Still interested in meeting up?” Before he could think better of it, he hit sent. And to his surprise, he didn’t regret it. He was feaaling a little uneasy still, but he genuinely did hope Adam would respond, even if he thought it was unlikely. An hour later, he got a reply: “Hey man. Figured I scared you off.” “Yeah, kind of. But I’m back.” “And you still want to hook up?” “Yes” “You sure?” “Very sure” “Feels like you freaked when I told you I’m poz” “I did, but I’m back. I want your poz cock Adam” Brian couldn’t believe he had written that, let alone sent it. It was cathartic. It was basically the biggest FU he could give to his life at the moment, and he was all for it. “FUCK boy, I hope you mean that.” “I do.” “What changed your mind?” “Read a bunch of stuff online. Figured out its unlikely to transmit these days with meds and even if it does its not a death sentence.” “That’s true” “Good, cause I’m not trying to get pozzed necessarily, I just really want to get fucked and now I think it would make it even hotter.” “Well then Brian, my cock’s waiting, when you want to come over?” “How about tonight?” “Really? Someone’s antsy haha. I’m home alone, want to join me?” “Yeah my parents are gone so I can stay as long as you want” “Perfect, we’ll see how it goes but I won’t be surprised if you’re in my arms when the sun rises.” “Fuck Adam, you say the hottest shit haha” “Alright, my address is 1 Main St. When will you be here?” “Give me an hour and I’ll be there” Brian sat on the edge of his bed for what seemed like a year, but it was only about five minutes. He still wasn’t sure about this. He was horny and desparate, but this felt crazy. Driving to an older man’s house that you don’t know to let him fuck you? Plus he’s poz!? But, he was 18, and his teenage cock was hardening even as he questioned the wisdom of what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, decided to stop thinking, hopped off his bed, and went to his closet. He pulled his trusty tan cargo shorts up over his dark blue boxers, threw on a faded red Coke graphic tee, put on his no-show socks and laced up his gray and orange Nike running shoes. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his phone, and headed out, looking like any other nondescript skinny straight boy. He didn’t know how to live gay yet, but he was about to take a big first step.

I've been a fan of the site since it's creation (was a massive fan of the RawTop blog in the early days and saw this had been created as a result). It took me a while to register though (even though that was back in 2015) as always been in a relationship and didn't want to risk my fella knowing my darker side (he's sadly as vanilla as they come). I've always been a vicarious lurker but I'm getting on and realising that I'm not satisfied with just being vicarious anymore. I want to actively participate... Both on here and in the real world... The need for raw cock is getting too strong. I've been messaging the (much older than me) guy who I lost my virginity to as we fucked raw, testing the water... But I know deep down I need more than that...

This is a classic. I hope everyone who visits this site reads it. And I wish the kid would seek out stealthers, pretending to be negative and naïve. That's a fantasy of mine.