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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.

Drew was a good friend of Jake's, who was having his 21st birthday bash. The thing was Drew was straight whereas Jake was gay and had mostly gay friends. Not that Drew believed it would matter for a birthday party. His choice of venue was nice: a good-sized room above a pub, where drinks flowed freely and the music was good. There was about 7 men in the room including Drew and Jake. One person who caught Drew's eye was a slightly older guy sporting a short-sleeved top that exposed a tattoo of a scorpion that had been inked high up on his left arm. After going around chatting to the party members, he soon learned he was the only straight attendee. Nevertheless Drew was enjoying himself with the drinks free-flowing. He discovered that Gus, the tattooed, slightly older gentleman ran a business offering strippers for parties. Then to Drew's surprise he told him he'd organised the entertainment for Jake's party. Knowing Jake's proclivities, Drew knew his luck wasn't in with female strippers, he hoped he'd cope with what was soon to happen as Gus left to usher in the male stripper. With a big fanfare, a very large black man appeared dressed as a boxer with rippling muscles. Music began and he removed his cape to reveal a well-toned body, in under a minute the boxer shorts had also been divested revealing his enormous manhood, not only was it extremely long but with a tremendous girth. Gus seemed to nod to the stripper in the direction of Drew. As the stripper approached, he whirled his dick round and round. It grew even bigger, but Drew waved him away and he gave his attention to the other guests, but did comment “later then?” As he went round the guests, they manhandled him, stroking his huge cock. When we offered it to the birthday boy Jake, he took as much of it into his mouth as he could and started to suck it. Drew was beginning to feel very uncomfortable and regretting attending this party, even though he was a good friend of Jake's. After a couple of minutes, the stripper pulled out and went round the others squirting foam cream on his dick and enticing each in turn to suck the cream off his cock. His enormous dick now upright glistened with the saliva from several blowjobs! He cam back to Drew, sprayed cream on his dick and offered it to him. Drew hesitated partly though his being a bit more uninhibited following maybe one too many drinks and also a certain peer pressure. Nevertheless, he did once again dissuade the stripper and got him to move on. He noticed Gus watching him intensely as this temptation happened. The event proceeded with the arrival of the birthday cake, all covered in thick whipped cream. Gus cut pieces for all the guests, clearly he was truly responsible for the smooth running of the occasion. They all had a piece and then toasted Jake's birthday. Drew somewhat slurred his words, but that didn't matter, things were going well. With the Dutch courage Drew now had, he questioned Gus about there only being one stripper and Gus admitted there were indeed two and he was the other. At that he started dancing and shedding his clothes, with rapturous applause from the other guests all clapping to the beat and his movements as he stripped naked. Even Drew although avoiding clapping, found himself eyeing Gus' body and his cock began to stir in his trousers. After quite a performance, Gus stopped his dancing and placed his cock in the cake, smothering it with the whipped cream. He offered it to Drew, Drew disinclined to accept as before, but Gus remained more insistent. “You know you want it, that tent peg in your pants proclaim your desire. With Drew's cock betraying him, he opened his mouth and started to devour Gus' cock. The rest of the assembled group, all cheered and clapped at Drew's blowjob, it went on much longer than Jake's special treat with the other stripper. Gagging and choking over Gus' meat as he pushed it in more. Drew continued choking and sputtering. With Gus' cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. Drew's hardon swelled as he as he gagged over Gus' cock. And Gus yanked down Drew's pants for all to see. "Oh shit baby, I'm going to nut." Gus moaned. The thrusts increased and his organ throbbed. Gus's massive balls were smacking Drew's head and his breathing erratic. The fingers curled round Drew's hair and he grunted. No, no no! It was swelling in his mouth. A massive rope of come shot down Drew's throat A second and third spurt followed with the same density. On the fourth fifth and sixth he began to pull out and it landed on his tongue. The sweet taste and saltiness was overwhelming. Not to stop this moment. Gus offered Drew a sniff of poppers, which he inhaled strongly. Gus beckoned the other stripper over for the main party piece! Something hot, hard and unnaturally sized was pressed up against Drew. He could feel it wiggling against his arse. Gus whispered, "just enjoy it." Drew looked over his shoulder to see the other stripper's massive cock rubbing against him. His grinding increased it was truly monster sized but it had beautiful thick veins, soft smooth skin and an angry red head. He angled himself so he was thrusting at Drew's crack. Then Drew felt him being pinned down. Four of the other guests, held Drew down, each taking a wrist or ankle to keep him from squirming away. Gus gave Drew poppers to inhale The poking continued. Then Drew felt it against his hole. The head pressed against it, testing it. He could feel it strain as he pushed to get access. He shifted his hips and aimed his massive weapon right at his virgin hole. Drew could feel the warm tip brushing against his sphincter. Drew felt more pressure as his massive thing tried to get inside. Hands were holding him so tight Drew was scared he was going to snap then all he felt was pain. It was going in, slowly one inch at a time a man's dick starting to enter him. "Hush baby, only halfway." Gus cooed. Halfway, halfway!? This thing was only halfway inside of me? Oh Jesus no, this was not durable. “No I can't take it! "Pull out! PULL OUT!" Drew screamed. But the stripper just grabbed Drew's hips and pushed hard until Drew had taken every last inch. "No more, please I can't do this. It's too much!" Drew cried. Drew felt wet inside. His massive girth was rubbing deep inside pressing against Drew's insides getting slick with something. It couldn't have been spit or precum?. There was a powerful thrust and Drew yelped. . He took this as motivation and began really hammering home. The thrusts changed their angle and Drew began to feel pleasure. He did it again and Drew felt his own cock start to grow. Drew's hard cock was bouncing along to the sodomy. He was getting fucked and Drew was hard. He sniffed the poppers hard as it helped him. Seeing how Drew was responding, one of the group who was restraining Drew released his grip and offered his dick to Drew's opened mouth, dripping with Gus' cum. Drew's mouth was stuffed with his cock. Drew was now being drilled at both ends. Drew was again choking and sputtering as the cock now lodged in his throat and he went as hard as he could. He too splattered his cum deep inside Drew's throat. As Drew felt the taste, smell and cock driving into him and it was all too much. Drew's entire body shook as he was hit with his strongest orgasm. He screamed out as he shot his thick white load all over one of those still holding him. The man smiled at Drew then got up and walked over to Jake, who he noticed to his shock was filming it all with his mobile camera. Drew was horrified. But a combination of the lovely smile Jake gave him and his general sexual tension and inebriation meant Drew dismissed the filming and carried on with his intercourse, as another of the invitees shoved his cock into Drew's mouth to receive Drew's attention. Drew's tormented pleasure somewhat changed; the stripper was fucking with less rhythm, his thrusts deep and painful, his breathing ragged and he was coated in sweat. He was clearly close to cumming. He grabbed Drew's waist and spun him around on his dick. The blood provided ample lubricant because there was a slick sound as he spun like a top. Drew could now see the stripper plunging his huge dick in and out of his hole. “Stop, please not inside”, Drew begged. "I love breeding virgins." He panted. "No stop!" He was fucking too hard. Drew's entire body was shaking and breathing came out broken in time with his rapid thrusts. Just then the thrusts stopped. The cock buried itself as deep as it would go and began twitching. Drew's eyes widened as the reality took over. His straight ass had just finished off a man. He was being bred. "Nooo!", Drew cried. "Yes!" He replied. He could feel it convulsing. Then he could feel something warm soaking his insides. His cum just kept shooting inside Drew squirmed to the left then right, trying to push out the oversized cock but it wouldn't stop. He was growling, body flexed as the stripper held him with his dick. He could feel some of it dripping out. It seemed impossible. Cum was shooting inside him as well as pouring out. He looked over to see Gus, positioning himself to take over from the other stripper to breed his hole again. But I'm worried he's cum inside without a condom. “Don't worry”, Gus replied, “it's okay, he's the same status as me”. Not only did Gus breed Drew, but then the other four guests took their turns to unload inside him. Finally, Jake came over to have his turn, passing his camera over to Gus to complete the filming. “This is the best ever birthday present”, Jake exclaimed as he pushed his cock in. “But isn't it risky?” Drew asked anxiously. “But we've all been on prep the last couple of years”, Jake said misleadingly. For not only had they stopped taking them in time to be detectable again, but he had hired the two positive strippers to breed Drew. “Thanks for the gift”, Jake said, “let me give you mine now.” As he squirted his poz load deep within.

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

New story. I'll be releasing 2 parts. I might write more if enough men like it. Hope it isn't going too dark. Maybe you'll want it to go darker. Let me know. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 1 Some may say that what I do is wrong. Some may say it’s unethical. Some may say it twists the laws of nature unnaturally. They’d be right. That doesn’t mean I’ll stop. I stood at the bar of Club Baridos, drinking a beer, watching as a hoard of college students danced. It was spring break, and every year there was an influx of uninhibited kids looking for a good time. Busses shuttled them here from all over the country, sometimes all over the globe. We had alcohol, drugs, sex. There wasn’t anything else they could want, meaning we attracted thousands at a time. This was good for me because I liked having a selection. I originally stopped at the club to pass along some “contraband” to the owner, a friend who often tipped me off to suggestible young men looking for a “daddy” to take control for a few hours. I wasn’t for hire. I just had an insatiable need to fuck. At this time in my life, money meant little. The contraband was just for fun. The only need I had was to have my bare cock buried deep in a man’s ass. I’d already fucked a student that morning, a young man from UCLA, a Junior studying business. I think his name was Keith. I didn’t ask what he studied or where he went. I also didn’t want to know his name. He told me all of this because he had gotten nervous once I got him back to my place. Clearly, he had been new to the whole “bottom” thing. He wasn’t new anymore. I broke him in like a pro. I also made sure he left with a parting gift. He had been a good fuck, even if his talents hadn’t developed yet. Still, there’s nothing like slamming your dick so far up into a man’s body that their eyes roll back, their heads contort backwards, every muscle and vein in their neck straining as they try to breathe. Their hands grasp at either the sheets or my arms which hold them down. For most, their dicks, which I make sure are left untouched, are rock hard and shooting cum along their stomachs. If I’ve done a very good job, they’re shooting up to their chins, sometimes shooting into their mouths which are open in silent screams of ecstasy. Even with that morning fuck, I was ready for more. I turned away from the crowd in the club and looked into a mirror mounted on the wall. I lifted the tight sleeve of my left arm and could see the faint markings of my biohazard tattoo. In dim lighting, it was almost unnoticeable. When I’m fucking a chaser, I don’t mind if it’s seen. Most of the time, that’s when the tattoo is at its darkest. For now, it was fairly faded, proving my dick had been doing its job well. One more fuck and it would be absent for nearly a year, their time now mine. These “innocent” lives used to give me more time, my tattoo fading for years at a time, their expected years left lasting only a fraction of what they used to now. Times had changed. My days were lessening, even when I passed them off to someone else momentarily. I never got the same amount of time for each guy. Every fuck was a gamble. Good thing I'm addicted to both fucking and gambling. Sound fucked up? It is, but that’s the kind of man I am. All I had to do now was find the guy. Whose time would be running out, becoming my own? I scanned the room, watching the dancing students, and immediately spotted a young man who was standing at the outer edge of the dancefloor, his eyes focused on the movement at the center of the club. The lights gleamed in his eyes, the neon strobes revealing a bright smile. There was stubble across his face, just enough to allude to the fact that he could grow a full beard if he wanted. His black hair was cut short on the sides and styled on top. My mind instantly imagined what it would be like to have my hands running through his hair, grabbing tight, and forcing my dick down his throat. He wore a button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, revealing what looked to be a defined chest covered in hair. I had nothing against men who shaved, but I preferred men to look natural, rugged. These college students were at their prime, their bodies proving them to be adults while their minds were still wired to act on impulses. They were the perfect choice for me, and this young man was my selection. I made my way through the crowd, my eyes focused on him. I caught the eyes of several lusting individuals. Standing at six foot four, I’m usually the tallest in the room. My wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms take up space and attract attention. I know my greatest asset is my body, so I keep myself in shape. Having once been in the military, I found I looked good with shorter hair, and it gave me a look of dominance. I was the picture of the perfect alpha, even turning other alphas around and fucking the dominance out of them. To put it plainly, I was the definition of sexy. I was the definition of a predator. I moved myself until I was standing next to the young man, my presence unnoticed by him so far. He was distracted by those dancing, his foot tapping along with the music. “Don’t you like to dance?” I asked, making sure my voice could be heard without having to yell. He turned to me, curious to why a stranger was making conversation with him, and then smiled once he saw who was trying to gain his attention. “Not really,” he said, his voice cracking for a moment. He looked embarrassed, something which I found adorable. I also knew he would be easy to convince. “I’m surprised your girlfriend isn’t dragging you out there against your will,” I said. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “Oh, sorry.” “Actually,” he said, looking me over, as if noticing me for the first time. “I’m gay.” “I see,” I said, having already known this. It was easy to tell, at least for me. I could always tell if a man was straight, gay, bi, or whatever. Even if he were straight, it would only add a few extra minutes of convincing to get him on his back, legs up, hole open, his dick ignored. Him being gay and seeing how he kept glancing up at me, his six foot frame the perfect height to admire my chiseled features, I knew it would take little convincing to get him where I wanted him. It was where he wanted to be too, he just didn’t know it yet. “I’m amazed none of the drunk twinks have thrown themselves at your feet just to suck your dick.” His eyes grew wide at the thought, a slight smile turning his mouth. “I’m not… uhm… I’m not very good with… all that.” “All what?” I asked. I knew how I looked to this young man. I looked concerned, caring, genuinely interested in what he was saying and why. Practice makes perfect. He opened his mouth to answer, but I could tell his shyness was getting the best of him. Even though he oozed sex appeal, clearly his confidence was lacking. This was perfect for me. “What?” I asked. “Sex?” A wide grin filled his face as his cheeks grew red. “Uh, yeah. Basically.” I scoffed. “Yeah right,” I told him. “I’m sure men are throwing themselves at you all the time.” “Not really,” he said. “Well, that can’t be true,” I said. “I mean, look at you.” With my words, he started to look himself over, as if my recognition of him was presenting himself to him for the first time. “I’d take my chance asking you out if I was younger,” I said. “You know, more your type.” His smile faded a bit. “What’s my type?” “Like I said, twinks. Those thin men, youthful, hairless. The type who look as if they haven’t hit puberty yet, but are actually legal.” As I painted him a picture, I saw his face turn in disgust. It was almost too easy. “I don’t like those type of guys,” he said, making sure he made his point. “Oh really? And what kind of men do you like?” “I like,” he said, looking me over, eyes taking in every inch of my body, “you.” “Really?” I said, grinning. “Like you,” he quickly corrected, embarrassed again. “Men like you. That’s what I meant. I like men like you.” “What? Old?” “No,” he said, a bit of his confidence returning. “Older. Older than me. Thirties. Forties. How old are you?” “Older than you,” I said, winking. Though I doubt he noticed, I watched as his tongue stuck out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. “I don’t like hairless guys or scrawny guys.” “So, someone with your body type?” I asked, reaching out a hand and opening the top of his shirt a bit, looking at his strong, hairy chest. “Yeah,” he said, eyes looking down at my hand, nearly touching him but painfully apart. “But stronger. Bigger. You know, like I said. Someone like you.” I moved my hand back to my side, noticing how his body leaned toward me, trying to get closer to reclaim the space I’d taken away. “Well, I don’t know if you’ll find many men like that here,” I said, looking through the club. “But, you’re here,” he said. I looked down at him, watching as the lights gleamed in his lusting eyes. I smiled. “I am,” I said. I had him. ** My apartment wasn’t far, and the walk there was quick as I felt the anticipation of the young man growing, his pace moving us along. “What’s your name?” he asked me as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Hunter,” I said, smiling. If he only knew, he’d understand the irony in my name. “What’s yours?” “Austin,” he said. “Sexy name,” I told him, leading him down the hall. I opened the door and motioned him inside, watching as he crossed the point of no return. I had a nice apartment. It wasn’t too flashy, but it wasn’t a mess. I routinely had men over, so I had to make sure everything looked nice. He looked around, taking everything in. “Do you want a drink?” I asked him. “Whiskey,” he said, the word sounding almost foreign coming out of his mouth. I would have guessed that he’d only been twenty-one for a short period, and I had the feeling that he hadn’t been one to drink anything harder than beer while in high school. The excitement of being here along with the drink would send him into overdrive, delivering him into my hands easily. I made him his drink, making sure there was a considerable amount of whiskey, my own drink having less. I wanted a clear head. He drank his drink quickly, whatever nerves he was feeling quickly silenced. “Another?” I asked, sipping mine. “I’m fine,” he said, handing me the glass, eyes wide as the alcohol still burned through his system. I put our glasses down and reached out to him, grabbing his sides, pulling him closer to me. “You are fucking gorgeous,” I told him, looking down into his face, my eyes moving down to his chest. “I’m glad I got to you first before anyone else did. I probably wouldn’t have stood a chance otherwise.” His hands moved up along my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath. He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, pushing his lips against mine. His mouth opened up for me without protest, his need for me to accept him breaking down whatever barriers he’d normally have in place. He desperately needed me to want him, unable to recognize that I had wanted him even before he’d seen me. I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him against me, our chests pressed together, strained gasps for air adding extra force. His crotch pressed against mine, and I could feel his dick already fully hard and rubbing against my own erection. Our need to explore each other grew in intensity, his hands moving down my body and grabbing at my shirt. “Wait,” I said, breaking our kiss. I took his hand and led him down the hallway to my bedroom where I turned on the dim lights I knew would be able to hide the faded remnants of my tattoo. “That’s better.” He tried kissing me again, but I lifted a hand and rested a finger against his lips, giving him a wink. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my strong, muscled, hairy chest beneath, but I kept it on, my tattoo still a secret. His eyes drifted down my chest, following the thick trail of hair which continued down below my jeans. Once again, his tongue darted out, licking his lips. “Disappointed?” I asked. He looked into my eyes and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Actually, I’m worried you’ll be disappointed in me.” “That can’t be farther from the truth,” I said, stepping toward him and taking his shirt in hand, my fingers unbuttoning until his chest and abs were revealed. He too sported a trail of hair down to his pants, and I was sure with age it would thicken (would have thickened), rivaling even mine. I moved my hands beneath the shirt and over his shoulders, causing the shirt to slip off. His body was even hotter than I imagined. He clearly went to the gym, but he wasn’t overly muscular. I imagined in his future, once college was done, he’d probably add on a few pounds around his gut and become a bear-to-be. Again, this would not happen now, not once I was done with him. Instead, he was a cub, and I was ready for more.

My experience as a versatile guy, is that the vast majority of tops are at least a little bit versatile. So they tend to be interested in both your hole and pole. Bottoms are much more likely to be totally committed to their position.

Damn. I'm addicted to black men. The man who pozzed me was an anonymous hookup in a city park one night. Met him while cruising. I eventually found myself on my back in the dirt with my pants off, legs up with his 8" dick deep in me and only my spit lubing my hole. He fucked me for 10 minutes until he started moaning loudly and going balls deep. I could feel his dick pulsating knowing his black babies were filling me. When I got home my pants were wet and stained with the pink mixture of his nut and my ass juices and blood. Little did I know his nut was toxic as 3 weeks later I got the fuck flu and tested poz a few months later.

i think it comes back to the "safe, sane and consensual" thing. In public / real-life i'm confident and have no self-esteem issues. In sexual play, i love being at the absolute bottom and being treated that way. i love being humiliated and degraded, i love it when a Top treats me as an object, mere fuckmeat, when they use me for their pleasure without any consideration of their own. If a Top knows that someone has low self-esteem or self-respect in the first place and uses sex to push them down even further though, then that's cruising over into abusive behavior in my opinion.

You live in a huge metropolitan city noted for its international connections. "Bosses in this day and age" in Hong Kong are not representative of bosses in, say, Lubbock, Texas. Or Billings, Montana. Or Dothan, Alabama. Or any of a thousand more smaller urban areas in the U.S. that still are pissed they can't arrest people for gay sex. Rather, I suspect it was that the gay men who took that vocation figured being a priest would somehow insulate them from those temptations - and provide spiritual reinforcement for fighting temptation. Because I think most of those guys didn't think "being gay" was a thing - you were "doing gay things" (ie sinning). For most hard-core Catholics, homosexuality was only something you DID, not something you ARE, because to admit the latter suggests that whole business of "God made me this way".

My currency are Sperm cells… 💦

My Playroom—February, 2023 He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites. He liked my dick pics. Of course. He was eager to make the drive to the playroom. He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule. Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.) He was nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same. I put on a new jock. Pristine. It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him. I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another. He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed. He tried to smile… “Are you alright?” I ask. “Sure. It’s been a while…” “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand. “Since I’ve got fucked. I’m more of a cocksucker.” “Then why don’t we start there. Get me hard.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.” He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric. My cock begins to swell. I let him take me out. He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker. I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard. Finally, he pulls off my cock. “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base. “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t respond. I just fuck his face. It’s my turn to be in charge. I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath. “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench? Judd climbs aboard. He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting. “Please, just go slow…” I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue. I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole. He gasps. I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open. I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up. This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way. I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time. I stand and begin to enter him. It’s work—but the head pops in. I pull it right back out and go back to my knees. My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax. I try again with my cock. I bury maybe two inches in him this time. I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug. He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in. I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand. “Try your dick again.” I pull out the toy. And my cock sinks home. He pants—and takes me. I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck. He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock. He groans and takes all of me. I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, please, Sir.” I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices. I think he is surprised how much he loves this. We end up doing it every time I pull out. I use the speculum on him. I want him just slightly looser. He loves my finger in him after each crank open. He really loves when I fuck him with it in place. I remove it and fuck him again. Now his hole is just how I want it: tight, but accommodating. He cleans me up again before we move to the sling. “Stirrups?” “Yes, please.” I get his ankles in place. Judd can’t take his eyes off himself. He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels. I take the opportunity to piss on his hole. He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him. I fuck him. Harder now. The chains rattle. I use the egg-headed dildo. He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud. I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd. It’s back to just my dick. His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling. “Fucker me harder, Sir. I can take it.” So I do. And he can. I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass. I fuck again. I stop, still fully in him. “Where would you like to get bred? Here or the bench? He thinks for a millisecond. “The bench. I feel even more used over there.” I get him out of the sling and onto the bench. I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers. I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool. I am so ready to breed. “I want your load, Sir…” “I know you do,” I say, standing up. I slide in. I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now. “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me. He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow. And I’m there. I cum—spurt and spurt… * Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower. I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress. “I saw you once before…” “Oh?” “Up in Lansing. You came into a gloryhole booth I was using. Your cock was out and hard—just like today. But I didn’t get to suck it. You were distracted by someone else.” I have no memory of this. “But I sure had it today.” He did indeed… The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2023

Love a considerate top. We can't just be clean at a moments notice. It's a process

Took two huge cocks and loads at northwich sauna at the bears day on Saturday - what made it most horny was my partner snogging the bloke fucking me and telling him to unload deep inside me. roll on Friday where I will be in Manchester under the canal taking loads whilst he’s at a lunch and then in basement sauna looking to get a nice loose hole for my man.

same here.... LOL... I like it so much.

Always needs filling

In an alley behind a dumpster after I had spent the night at Man's Country in Chicago getting fucked all night long. Guy and I then rode same bus out Foster as we both were heading home. He got off bus at my stop and followed me home for another couple of rounds.

I'm almost certain this is how I became HIV positive. I barebacked cumdumps at bathhouses and orgies for years, while only rarely allowing bare cock in my hole at all and never let anyone cum in me. While it is possible I was stealthed, it seems far more likely that I caught it from one on the cum filled holes I indiscriminately stuck my cock in.

Part 8; ''Contracts'' Some might say that cleaning Sir's Dick was a bit of a mistake as when I started to clean it, it was in a semi erect state. And now? He was fully erect again! How could this be. He'd only just cum a short while ago. - You've done such a good job boy I think you should get on Sir's chair with him, facing him, and sit on his Dick. I needed no more encouragement, and I hopped on for the ride, my cunt impaled on his Fuck Weapon balls deep. He put his cigar on the table, wrapped his arms around me, and thrust his pelvis upwards to fuck me slowly as we kissed passionately. I moaned in ecstasy through the kissing and fucking. What more could a pig want. - Now I understand more how hungry your cunt is boy, it is doing it a disservice having you on your LSD come K high, having my cum blasted deep into your guts, and only having my Dick in it. You deserve more. He reached over for the K bottle and measured out another small dose, and bam, down went my third dose. - Ugh, so damn bitter. He stood up with me impaled on his Dom Dick and he carried me over the the sling, threw me in, restrained my ankles and wrists, and continued to fuck me. Only fifteen minutes or so had passed when... - I'm becoming numb again in my cunt, Sir. He gave me a knowing smile, got the crisco, and got to work Fisting my hungry cunt again. For the next several hours we alternated our play between Fisting and fucking, the sling and being on the vinyl covered mattress, with plenty of passionate kissing, and sweat! We were near the end of our session, and at nearly 8am we had been going all night. I was now lying in the sling getting Fisted... - How far are you now Sir, at your elbow? - About half way up my bicep, boy. He unrestrained me and took me over to the vinyl covered mattress, put me on my back and entered me with my legs in the air and wrapped around him as his body was close to mine with his face close to my face too... Nothing could stop my destiny! - Fucking hell pig, you are super loose now, I can barely feel your cunt even touch my Dick now. My favourite. Let's make it so you are loose all the time. - FUCK YES PLEASE, Sir. I'd LOVE my fag-cunt to be permanently trashed. - So, if I was t☣️xic and not on meds now you would not care if I came deep inside your piggy guts now? - No Sir, I would not care. Was that me, or the drugs, or both talking? - Damn. That's fucked up. I have a very good friend. Terry. 66 years old. I know he is highly charged. He said to me the other day over a beer that his current viral load is.... I don't know what exactly, I am sure he said it is over 14 million now. I know he'd like you. Would you care if he fucked you without a condom and came deep inside of your cunt? - If it was what you wanted I would not care. I am here to serve you, Sir. He withdrew from me and wandered off. Upon his return a few moments later his executioner hood had been replaced with a Gas Mask, but he was still in his Leather Waistcoat and knee length Police Boots. He flipped me back onto al fours but this time he had my head so it rested on the vinyl covered mattress, my forearms resting either side of my head, and my head facing the mirror. We now both went quiet, and all you could hear now was the squelching coming from my one cum load, well fucked and very well fisted cunt, and his Vader sounding breath from the Gas Mask. Taking a firm hold of my hips he launched into an immediate firm and steady fast paced hard fuck. A few short minutes went by and Sir's pace quickened. The grip on my hips tightened, Sir's breathing became erratic, he slammed in and held his Fuck Weapon deep inside my piggy-fag guts as his Gas Mask covered head tilted upwards and once again I heard his almighty roar. And this pig was getting load number two! The nipple clamps were now released from my weeping boy-tits, a butt plug was planted into my now gaping cunt, and we both went to his bed. He slept soundly. Me, well, not so well... I was still high! Once he woke up he without saying a word rolled me onto my front, took out the butt plug, entered me, and fucked me for a few minutes until he shot his load. And that would be part of my job description as his soon to be live in house boy, to give up my body to his desires anytime he wanted to have me. I could never say no. Not that I would want to. Over the next week I recovered from my night of chem play, quit my job, quit my flat share, signed the two contracts for two years for being a live in house boy and for being a sub in training, and moved in with Sir. Oh, and in that time my little boy-tits had time to crust over and heal. They definitely were bigger now than before. The sub training contract stipulated that I were to make myself available for 8 hour training sessions 3 times a week on a Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday starting at 8pm after a 1 hour forced workout (usually focusing in on building up my glutes to being even more beefy and muscular than they already were) to take place in the cellar play-dungeon which would always include; fucking, fisting, rimming (me to Sir), breeding, tit workouts with the clamps and other tit devices to give me those huge pig-tits Sir knew that would look great on me, toy play, etc. Not all training sessions were to be with hard Chems, sometimes just poppers. I'd still do my own workouts at the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday. The rest of the time was to train my mind how to in short live and breath being a sub in every waking and sleeping moment. I also signed my name to the fact that no other man was allowed to touch me for at least the first year which Sir would then review. He did little to my knowledge have a plan tucked up his sleeve for the 1 year review! The house boy contract stipulated that I was in charge of all the cleaning, cooking, and serving of food. Sir was in charge of ordering what we needed. I would also clean Sir's Leathers and act as a table if he was desiring to use me as such at such a particular time. And of course not forgetting the boot shining -- I was good at that, and I loved it! It was a Wednesday and I had been living with Sir and being trained by him for two and a half weeks now. My little boy-tits were becoming more accustomed to the training into getting them bigger, and my cunt was definitely becoming much looser. Last night's training session there were no Chems involved, just some poppers. Sir and I were having breakfast. - Remember the first night we had together I told you about my very good friend Terry. - Yes Sir, I remember what you said about him very well. - He will be coming over this evening at 8pm. When you get home from the gym where you would normally have your two hour window of ''you time'', you will do a warm water enema which you know how to do by yourself now, and go down to the cellar. We'll be having a bonus training session with the toys to make your cunt nice and loose for when my special guest is here. - But Sir, I thought... - Go on boy. - I thought no man was to touch me for at least the first year of my training. - Correct. I want you freshly opened up as you will not just be serving us food and drinks, but you will be putting on a toy show for us.

I think, hntnhole (with much due respect) that this view kind of glides over a lot of racial issues that are present and pervasive in many Latin communities. It may be true that, say, Cuban business owners start out trying to cater to their own communities. But there's frequently a big difference in the way they treat a white customer who happens into their store, or shop, or restaurant, and a black customer. More importantly, though, the wealthy Cuban class that fled the country in the very late 50's and early 60's absolutely considered themselves, if not "white" per se, certainly as close to it as you could get. They absolutely considered themselves socially a cut above (or several cuts above) other Hispanic groups, like Dominicans or Puerto Ricans - not least because those groups were frequently intermarried for generations with the native population. The same is true in South and Central America, where the descendants of the "purer" upper castes of European descent look down on those who came from families mixed with native blood. In other words, many immigrants to this country from Latin countries are already well versed in our racial attitudes because they're used to it back home. What's new, for them, is that the "whitest" South American or Cuban family of immigrants here would still be considered "Hispanic" and lumped in with Mexicans, Guatemalans, and everyone else from south of the US border. And if you don't think that irked the fuck out of Cubans who thought of themselves as essentially white, you never met one of these dispossessed Cuban exiles. I'd venture to say that the reason Cuban immigrants don't get quite as much backlash, though, as other Latin immigrants is that conservatives feel sorry for them. While Cuban refugees come from all social strata there, there's this myth of how everyone who fled Castro was a hard-working well-to-do businessman whose life's work was confiscated by the state - something that certainly happened, but not to nearly as many of the refugees as they make out. It's kind of like how virtually everyone with deep southern US roots thinks of themselves as displaced aristocrats who would have been living a much more leisurely and luxurious life except for that awful invasion by the North that destroyed all their property and turned it over to Yankees. The truth is that very, very few people are descendants of that leisure class, and most are in fact descended from what other generations frankly called poor white trash. (And I'm solidly in that group myself.) Cubans managed to evoke a sympathetic response, particularly among anti-communist conservatives, resulting in much more favorable immigration treatment than any other population in the western hemisphere. None of that, to be clear, is to suggest Cubans don't deserve their hard-working reputation. But then so do the Puerto Ricans who pick up garbage in the streets of big East Coast cities, and the Salvadoran and Guatemalan maids who clean hotel rooms and office bathrooms and the like. They're all hard workers, but we certainly don't treat them all the same.

Chapter 10 Jake rushes home, knowing better than to shower, he leaves the cum to dry on his tight skin. When he arrives at the house he enters his father’s room. Curious, he goes into his dad’s underwear drawer and finds one of his dad’s black Bike jocks, sniffs it and tries it on. Hoping his dad will approve, he decides to wear it for him. Knowing he will arrive soon he dims the lights and gets on all fours in his dad’s bed ass up. Looking behind he can see his wet cummy hole in the large mirror across from the bed. The thought of the coach and his teammates loads gets him hard again. Within a few minutes he hears the front door open. He hears his father walk through the house and soon enters the bedroom doorway. “There’s my boy! Exactly where he’s supposed to be”, Jason exclaims. He explores Jake’s ass and finds a river of cum leaking from his jock hole and onto the bed. He notices the new jockstrap his son is wearing and snaps the band against his muscle ass. “You like your dad’s jock son?” Jason asked as he explores his sons smooth ass. “Mmmmmmm, yes daddy. It makes me feel like a big boy”, Jake coos. “Yeah? You are my big boy aren’t you son?”, Jake’s dad asks. Jake simple replies, “Yes, daddy!” Jason spreads his sons hole wide and begins kissing his son muscular ass and then finds his wet hole. “I want you to tell me who fucked you!”, Jason says sternly and then begins to eat out his son’s cum filled hole. Jake begin to explain how he’d been fucked by the coach and his team members in the locked room early that afternoon as his dad devours his hole. His father gets harder and harder as he details the how his coach and team mate bred him. Knowing that his coach is already poz, Jake’s father gets worked up into a frenzy lapping up the cum in his son’s hole with his large tongue. His trimmed facial tickling at his son’s sensitive hole causing Jake’s eyes to roll in the back of his head. “Daddy please fuck me with your toxic cock”, Jake gasps uncontrollably “With pleasure” Jake’s sternly says through gritted teeth. In one quick movement, Jake’s dad stands up, lines up his steel hard cock and slams into his son balls deep. “Oh fuuuucccckkkk!” Jake screams as he feels his anal walls ripping open. “Yes, rape my slutty jock cunt Daddy!” Jakes yells as he looks back at the hairy beast that is his dad fuck him, his huge hairy pecs bouncing as he ravages his hole. “Fuck yeah, you faggot!” Jason spits on his sons wide muscular back, his cock pistoning in and out of his sons hole. Jason’s pubes are now wets with the cummy juices from his sons hole and Jason notices the red streaks on his thick dick. He begins to feel his heavy balls tense up. Anticipating his orgasm, his flips his son over and slams back in. He grabs his son’s neck tight and brutally fucks him. “You want my toxic load son?! You gonna beg for daddy’s poison inside you?! Show daddy what toxic slut he has created” Jason taunts. “Please daddy! Give me your poz cum!”, Jake begs barely able to get the words out as his dad chokes him. With all his effort he continues, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” To the rhythm of his dad’s poundings. “Take my toxic load cunt! Fuuuuuuuuccckkk”, Jason cock flares and begins so unloads ropes and ropes of poisonous cum into into his son’s muscle hole. Jake wraps his legs around his hairy dad and clamps down on his dad’s enormous dick, milking his dad’s nector. His dad collapse on Jake sweating profusely and breathing heavily. “That’s my good boy” Jason says after he catches his breath and rolls over on his back and cuddles his son under his arm. Jason soon passes out from exhaustion and Jake lays his head on his dads hairy pecs and places his hand on his dads cum coated pubes framing his semi hard did and falls asleep soon after.

I should write a sequel to this— perhaps even the guy goes to Lauderdale on spring break?

Chapter 5 - The Hook Up Brian had never shivered like this before. Sure, growing up in a skinny kid in New England, he was used to feeling cold in the winter. But it wasn’t the cold making his teeth chatter as he drove his crappy old Grand Cherokee down a perfectly normal suburban side street at 1am. He was nervous. Probably excited too, but mostly nervous. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing this. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to get fucked, especially by Adam, the hot older poz guy he met in a chat room. But nonetheless, he brought his Jeep to a stop outside the address Adam had sent, took a deep breath, and opened the door. He hesitated a bit as he moved to get out of the car. He could literally feel his body shaking. “I don’t know if I should do this” ran through his head on repeat. He knew he wanted to, but he had always been a straight-laced kid who never got in to trouble. This, this was trouble. He wasn’t used to being in this situation. But tonight, he was horny out of his mind and still a little bit depressed by his bad day, so he slid out the drivers seat, locked the car, and walked up to the front door. He rang the doorbell and his heart stopped. He felt like he wanted to run away, but he didn’t. Soon enough, the door opened to a smiling Adam, grinning ear to ear as he took in this tight little twink standing on his front porch. “Hi Brian” he said cheerfully. Brian froze for a second, and his voice cracked a bit as he replied “Hi, Adam?”. Adam laughed and said “yeah, that’s me, ready to come inside?”. Without saying anything else, Brian walked through the treshold in to Adam’s living room. There was nothing abnormal about Adam’s house. It was just about the most typical suburban living room and kitchen he’d seen in a while, everything was neat and tidy, nothing out of place. All the lights were on, the TV was muted but he could see it was tuned to Colbert, and there was a bottle of Absolut adorning the kitchen island along with two glasses. Brian didn’t know where to go. Was he supposed to sit down or wait to be instructed? Adam closed the door and could tell how nervous Brian was, and it made the scene even more exciting for him. Adam had had men over plenty of times, and even a few younger guys, but never anyone like Brian. He’d never had a virgin, a high schooler, or anyone so slim and sexy before. He was a leg guy, and he marveled at Brian’s calfs as he walked past, not so skinny they could be mistaken for table legs, but rather thin and defined, showing his muscles working with every step. The back of his shirt pierced by shoulder blades as he stood upright in a way that either muscle or fat wouldn’t have allowed. His brown hair flipping out over his ears. His cross country-built ass nicely filling out his shorts, just big enough to stop him from being mistaken for a lamp post. Adam knew he was still at risk of scaring Brian away, so he decided to get right to making the young twink feel sexy and comfortable. He walked up behing him and placed his hands on Brian’s upper arms, giving him a little squeeze, leaning his body in close but not touching, and whispering in his ear “You are beautiful”. With that Brian’s cock jumped and his heart fluttered. He was being touched by a gay man and told he was beautiful, and it made him feel amazing. He lifted his right hand up and placed it on Adam’s, still grasping his bicep, and turned his head to the side and replied “I’m so ready for this”. Adam took Brian’s hand and brought him over to the couch, pulling him down with him as he fell into sitting position. He put his knee up on the couch and turned to look at the young man next to him “Thanks for coming Brian, I wasn’t sure you would.” “I wasn’t sure I would either. I still can’t believe I’m here. God, I’m sorry, I must seem like a…” “Stop it, you’re nervous, that’s okay, but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want this.” With that, he leaned in and put his hands on either side of Brian’s face, his thumbs stroking Brian’s thin cheeks, and pulled him in to a kiss. Brian was stunned still. This was his first kiss, and it was a 52 year old man, not a teenage girl. He closed his eyes and instinctively kissed back. He wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but Adam wasn’t correcting him, and soon enough the two of them were making out passionately on the couch. Adam pulled back and looked into Brian’seyes with a look that was saying unmistakably “how’d you like that?” Brian said quietly “that was amazing”. “Are you ready?”, Adam replied, and Brian shook his head as his eyes widened and a smile started to finally make it’s way across his face, his nerves quickly being turned into excitement and lust. Adam swooped one arm under Brian’s upper legs and put the other around his back and scooped him up off the couch. This wasn’t hard, as Adam probably had 80 pounds on him, and way more muscle. Brian’s eyes remained wide open but he didn’t say a word as Adam carried him out of the living room, down the hall, and into his bedroom. He sat Brian down on the side of bed and bent down at the knees, beginning to feel the boy up. He raised one hand, sliding it under Brian’s shirt and felt his soft, smooth stomach and chest, and with the other wrapped his hand around Brian’s calf, feeling his strong legs and working his way up under his shorts. He could only find a rare trace of fat on this boy, and while his muscles were small, they were hard and noticeable. Adam’s cock quickly swelled in his pants as he was getting turned on by Brian’s youth and still growing body, not to mention his innocence. Adam stood up as Brian reclined back on the bed, arms up, enjoying being felt all over. He felt like he was being worshipped; nobody had ever touched him like this before. Adam took his shirt and started pulling up, and Brian put his arms up and allowed himself to be undressed. With his shirt off, Adam got a good look at Brian’s thin pale white body and let out an instinctual “mmm”, which made Brian smile. Next, Adam unbuckled Brian’s belt and undid the clasp of his shorts. As he started pulling down the zipper, he could make out the outline of the teenager’s cock swelling underneath, and he couldn’t wait to see it for himself. He curled his fingers under the waistband of Brian’s shorts and boxers and pulled them down, releasing Brian’s swelling 7.5in cock, just as he had promised. It was still getting hard, but Adam could see it growing before him. Brian shuttered noticeably as Adam picked up his cock from where it had come to rest on his upper leg and held it in his hand for a moment, giving it the slightest jerk. Brian had never felt anyone touch his cock before, and it was blowing his mind. He was sure the rest of the night was going to be fucking amazing. Without warning, Adam’s mouth was on Brian’s cock. Brian threw his head back and moaned as his dick experienced it’s first blowjob. The sucking didn’t last for too long, as Adam was restless to get to the main event, but he had succeeded in calming Brian down and driving his lust through the roof. There was no turning back for the eighteen year old now. He had let Adam blow him, and he wasn’t going to leave without getting fucked. Adam stood up and picked up Brian’s legs, removing his socks and sneakers, and sliding his shorts and boxers down and off. He stood back and marveled at the naked twink sitting on the edge of his bed. “Damn, you are sexy boy.” Brian beamed at the compliment, and instinctively grabbed his cock and started jerking a bit, getting off on being adored. “Alright, your turn”, Adam ordered. Brian didn’t need more explanation than that. He got off the bed and dropped to his knees, unzipped Adam’s jeans, and took the man’s cock in his hand, feeling just the second dick of his life. He paused a moment as he stared at the beauty of it and held it in his hand. Adam ran his hands through Brian’s hair and gently guided the boy’s mouth towards his cock, and that was enough of a push to get Brian to open his mouth and take it in. He wasn’t a great cocksucker yet, as Adam had expected, but something about the inexperienced sucking he was getting served to turn him on even more. He peeled his shirt off as his cock grew rock hard in Brian’s mouth, and as Brian went to pull off when it grew larger than he thought he could handle, Adam pushed his head back on to his tool, causing Brian to cough and gag. Some guys would have thrown a fit, but when Brian just went back to work, he was inadvertently letting Adam know how much he could push him. Adam reached down and pulled Brian up by his armpits, put his arms around him, grabbing his bony back and perky ass, and pulling him in for a kiss. He felt the small teen all over his back, arms, feeling his hair, and moving around to feel up his smooth stomach and chest once more. As their mouths parted, Adam directed Brian “Alright, get in bed bud”. He swiftly removed what was left of his clothes as Brian hopped up on the bed and asked “uh, how?”. “Just lay down on your back baby.” Brian sprawled out on the queen bed, head on Adam’s pillows like he could be going to sleep, his hard cock standing at attention. Adam crawled in to bed and on top of Brian. “Are you ready?” “God, yes” “Tell me what you want” “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Please!” “And…” “…I want your poz dick Adam” “That’s right boy, it’s time.” Adam grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand and lathered some on his cock before picking up Brian’s legs, placing them on his shoulders, and exposing his hole. Rubbing the lube in to Brian’s smooth ass made him shudder again, feeling that this was really it. Now, a lot of guys would have fingered the virgin hole, or ate it out, but Brian hadn’t asked him to, so Adam decided that he was going to skip all of that. It might hurt more, but he knew he had him, and he knew that making it hurt would only help Brian receive his virginity gift. After finishing up with the lube, Adam let Brian’s legs off his shoulders and scooted up close to the boy’s ass. Brian wrapped his legs around Adam’s body and stared at him, heart pounding, puppy dog eyes glistening, waiting. Adam lined up his cockhead with Brian’s hole and asked “Are you ready Brian?” “Fuck me” Brian wiggled his ass a bit, and Adam didn’t need any more invitation. He pushed his hard 8 inch cock against Brian’s never-before-opened hole, which put up a good fight, but Adam just kept up his slow but steady thrust and began to open Brian up. He gave it some force and broke open Brian’s hole, sliding his cockhead in as Brian almost screamed in a mix of pain and ecstasy. That didn’t dissuade Adam at all, as he continued to push in, opening up Brian’s hole by force as he got his cock deeper in deeper inside the eighteen year old’s body. “It hurts” Brian whimpered. Adam didn’t offer to stop, only letting the boy know that “I know, but it’ll feel good once you get used to it.” Adam kept pushing in until he had fully popped Brian’s cherry and eventually had his full 8 inches inside the virgin hole, as tight as anything his cock had ever been in. He stayed still for a moment, giving the twink a quick chance to catch his breath and for his ass to adjust to his cock. Brian’s whole body felt strained as he grasped the bedsheets and prayed for it to start feeling good. But despite the pain, he had never been more turned on, and more proud of himself. He was doing it, he was using his body, he was getting fucked. It hurt, but he was so into it he didn’t care. Then, he felt Adam begin to slide his cock back out, almost all the way, before he quickly thrust back in balls deep. Brian yelped and cried out as the real fucking began. Adam wasted no time transitioning into pounding this boy hard, sliding out and slamming back in, slowly at first before picking up the pace considerably. Slowly but surely, Brian’s pain began to subside a bit, allowing him a mix of pleasure and pressure that drove him wild. He grabbed his cock and began jerking hurriedly, before Adam grabbed his arm and pinned it to the bed beside him. “Wouldn’t want you blowing that load yet boy”. Adam shifted around as he continued to destroy his ass. He held Brian from underneath, then placed one arm on his abdoment, which hurt him but he didn’t say anything, and later even placed his hands around the boy’s thin neck at one point. Adam was really getting into it and the forces of his thrusts sent his headboard slamming in to the wall. Brian was thankful he was at Adam’s house, cause he felt like the whole neighborhood could probably hear what was happening in that bedroom. Brian couldn’t believe Adam lasted so long, as he knew he probably would have cum almost instantly. But Adam was relentless pounding his twink ass for what seemed like hours, and he was loving it. Eventually Adam slowed down a bit and bent down to kiss Brian and bring their bodies closer together as he continued to fuck him. Then, broke away and looked down at the 18 year old bottom in his bed with a big grin, and said “There’s something I didn’t mention… I’m not on meds.” Brian wasn’t 100% sure what that meant, but he froze for a second in between grunts nontheless. “You were right when you said it would be unlikely that you’d get charged if I were on meds, but I’m not, and my load is going to be toxic as all hell. And given how much I’ve torn up your ass, you’re going to leave here a little poz boy” “What, no!!!” Brian reacted on instinct and tried pushing Adam off of him, but it was no use. “Haha, you think I would’ve told you that if I was going to let you stop now?” “Please, don’t cum in me.” “I thought you wanted my poz cum.” “I did but you fucking didn’t tell me I’d catch it you fucker!” “Come on boy, you know you want it”. Adam didn’t stop pounding Brian’s ass through all of this, even starting to slam harder again. Brian felt like he was about to cry in anger and confusion, and it took everything he had to stop himself. He tried squirming away, pushing Adam off, but nothing was going to work, and he knew it. He was going to be taking Adam’s toxic seed whether he liked it or not. “That’s right Brian, I’m going to poz you. I’ve been wrecking your tight virgin hole with my big cock and as soon as I blow my load my toxic cum is going to fill you up and get in your blood stream, and then, well you know what happens then.” “FUCK YOU!!”, Brian cried. “Maybe later boy” Adam chuckled, “come on, you know you want my poz cum. Tell me you want it baby. Tell me you want me to poz you. I know you do. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. Tell me Brian!” Brian hesitated, looking Adam in the eyes with scorn for a moment before relenting and exhaling “Poz me.” “YESS thats what I want to hear” Adam’s thrusting hit its peak as he felt his power trip escalating. Brian couldn’t deny it any more- he was scared, but he was so turned on. He wasn’t even mad at Adam in that moment. He was right, he had put himself in this position and he had read enough storied about just this and blew giant loads to all of them. On some level, he wanted this, and he decided in a split second to let that desire drive him. “Fine fucking do it fucking poz me” Brian whimpered, “just fucking destroy my ass and make me a dirty 18 year old poz whore, fucking do it!” That was enough to push Adam over the edge. He was ready to change this boy forever. He propped himself up with his left arm and wrapped his right arm around Brian’s upper body, pulling him in closer, looking him in the eye as he said “here it comes!”. With that, Brian could feel Adam’s body shudder this time as he exploded his pent up load of toxic cum in the high schooler’s no longer virgin ass. Brian could feel the ropes of cum bursting in to him as Adam growled, his entire body pushing against Brian’s lean frame to get his cum as deep in the boy’s hole as possible. Brian grabbed his cock and barely needed to jerk it twice before he exploded his own load all over himself. Adam collapsed on top of Brian, feeling his cum in between them. He held his cock inside his hole, not wanting any to leak out before it had to. Brian lay motionless, processing what had just happened to him. After a few moments of silence, Brian wrapped his arms and legs around Adam, pulling himself back on to his cock as much as possible, and whispered into Adam’s ear “thank you.”

Hahaha man I had the same thoughts when I saw the pictures of thousands of trucks. So many hot and horny straight truckers stuck there with the need to get serviced! I would have loved to be the service whore for all those truckers...so many of them from Eastern Europe 😉 Must have been a lot of frustration! Actually the thought that they probably wouldn't have been able to shower for a couple of days and having to sweat into the same clothes would have made me even randier...Mmm