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I awoke the next morning to the sound of splashing water. I climbed out of the tent to find Peter skinny dipping right off our site. I decided ‘what the hell’, slipped out of my shorts and dove in. After our swim we had a nice breakfast, checked the map for our day’s adventure and set out in the quickly climbing heat of the day. About halfway across our first portage we came upon a couple of very hunky, friendly guys camping. Even though it was before 11 a.m. they offered us beer. Peter was quick to accept and told them I didn’t drink beer. This was true and I was too shy to speak up and say that in the extreme heat I would give one a try. As the three of them talked and bantered I just grew more and more anxious. I began to worry I was moving toward a panic attack and excused myself saying I needed to pee and that maybe I’d take a swim to cool off before returning. I had a nice little swim, and when I thought it would have been long enough for them to have downed their beers, I headed back to the camp site. From a distance I could see they were having sex. Peter was in the middle being spit roasted. I couldn’t stop myself from hiding in the bushes and watching. One hunky cub pounded his ass as the other fucked his mouth. There was no doubt he was an enthusiastic participant. “Fuck, I’m so close!”, called the guy in his ass. “Breed him man”, responded the other. Peter reached behind to pull the guy tight into his ass as the tops howl made it clear he was having the orgasm of his life. The sexy cubs quickly switched places. Peter was now sucking and cleaning the cock that had just exploded in his ass and the guy fucking him quickly and loudly orgasmed. I was so turned on watching my childhood friend take two loads up the ass that I lost my balance and fell into the bush betraying my presence. Peter came over to help me up and as if nothing was out of the ordinary, he scooped some cum from his ass and fed it too me. By now they were all laughing. By the empties strewn around they had each had more than one beer. Again, I was offered a beer which I eagerly accepted and guzzled to try and hide my embracement. They each had two or three more beer to my one and soon the two cubs were pissing into Peter’s mouth and ass. I couldn’t believe what I was watching and just how none pulsed the other three were with their nakedness and sexual exploits. They acted as if I wasn’t even there. In my semi-drunken state, I finally encourage a very drunk Peter that it was time for us to move on. We returned to our lake, and I paddled the canoe back to our campsite with a naked Peter sprawled in the bottom of the canoe. As Peter slept off his drunken stupor sprawled naked out on a rock, I contemplated what I had just witnessed and tried to be honest with my reaction as my therapist had encouraged. Truth was, I had been incredibly turned on and deeply jealous of the other three for being so sexually liberated. As Peter came to his first words were, “I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your ass so badly.” “Shit man. Honestly, I want you to fuck me to. But I’m so fuckin scared.” He motioned for me to move over to him, took me into his arms, and held me in a deep embrace. I began to cry, and the crying developed into sobs and for the longest time I just wept and wept. Peter just held me tight and kissed the tears from my face until I calmed down. “Peter, I do want you to fuck me, but I’m too fucking frightened. Fuck, it’s not about want, I need you to fuck me. I need you to show me what I need. Just take me for God’s sake, just take me with your big, beautiful cock.” He took my face in his hands and kissed me so gently. He kissed the tears from my eyes and cheeks. He looked deeply into my eyes and gently said, “I want to fuck you, I want to give you what you need. Get out of your shorts.” As I disrobed, he laid back and invited me to sit on his face. I did as instructed and his tongue penetrated my hole. I instinctively bent and took his hardening cock into my mouth. He rimmed, fucked and chewed on my hole as I gaged and slobbered on his man meet. Somehow, I knew when it was time to turn and lower myself toward his powerful manhood. With one hand he steadied and aimed his cock and with the other he guided my hips into place. I felt and savoured the mushroom head of his cock teasing my hole. I couldn't believe this was actually going to happen. He just kept looking into my eyes and encouraging me with a gentle affirming nod of his head. Not a word was spoken but his instruction was clear. The pressure grew on my hole as I lowered myself further. Just as I wondered how much more pressure would be needed his turgid tool breached my hole. His tip was inside me, and fuck, did it hurt. I threw my head back in pain and agony. I was ready to jump up and off him when I felt his strong hands firmly grip my waist and exert pressure to pull my body down onto him. I was resisting and he caught my eye once again. Modeling deep beathing he continued to steadily increase the downward pressure. He slid into me ½ inch by ½ inch and I felt like I was being torn apart. He held my gaze and mouthed the words, “I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you so much.” I had reached my pain limit, I broke eye contact and attempted to stand up and flee. His hips anticipated my move and beat me as he thrust up and impaled me with the full length of his rod. I thought I was going to faint the pain was so fierce. Again, I tried to pull away, but his strong grip held me fast. “Breath deep, just breath deep.” Unable to do anything else I followed his instruction and like magic the searing pain transformed into amazing pleasure, or better, a hurt that just hurt so fuckin good. My face began to relax, and he broke into a huge ‘I told you so’ smile. I lifted my ass a little and then sat right back down. It felt ok so I did it again, stroking the raw cock into my ass a bit further with each try. My pleasure just kept growing as did his ‘I fucking told you so’ grin. Then suddenly his look changed to animalistic lust, and I was instantly on my back with my ass gaping. The feeling so cool and empty. He quickly pulled up my legs and pinned them to my shoulders. With his cock head once again teasing my hole through gritted teeth he said, “Now … I’m going to fuck you; I’m going to take what I want.” And he plunged into me knocking every ounce of air out of my body. The onslaught was like being hit by a train, and it didn’t stop, and the longer it continued the more I realized I couldn’t tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I just wanted it to go on and on. I was soon awash in the sweat rolling off his body. He was licking sweat from my neck and then biting my neck. Fuck I realized, he’s giving me a hickey. Then fear set in, he’s become a vampire. That’s when a warm sensation began filling my gut, I could feel every spasm and his growl of ejaculation vibrated throughout my body. He panted like a wild animal and crushed me into the rock with his powerful anvil. I began to wonder if he would ever stop. And then his voice rasped triumphantly; “I just fucked you; I just took what I needed. … And I just fuckin … stole your virginity. … now it’s time … for you to thank me.” And like a jack rabbit in one hop his still ragging hard cock was down my throat. The taste of cum, sweat and ass juices was intoxicating. When I had thoroughly cleaned his cock, I thanked him and asked how soon ‘til he would be ready to ‘go again’. He mounted me immediately, and although I didn’t think it possible, he gave me an even more brutal fucking and quickly pumped what felt like an even bigger load deep into my gut. Throughout the rest of the day, we did nothing but fuck and breed each other, eat, swim and start all over again. I fell asleep that night having pumped three loads into my friend. His cock was in my ass marinating in the five loads he had pumped into me. To be continued

Nevermind. I started writing, and it all came out. Here you go. Part 39: Ben Ryder (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) “Hello?” “Hey, Mark. It’s me,” Will said over the phone. “Am I interrupting anything?” “Nothing,” I told him, examining myself in a mirror. “In fact, I just sent my wife off to visit her sister for two weeks.” “Sounds like that’ll leave your ass open for the rest of us,” Will said. “Peter will want to see you.” “Is his dick ready to fuck?” I asked. “Maybe not,” he said. “But you know there’s no stopping Peter. Not now, anyway.” “Yeah,” I said, looking myself over, taking in my dress pants, my buttoned shirt, and my tie. I looked good. I felt good. “Lucky man.” “A horny man,” he said. “And it’s his own fault for piercing his own dick with his wedding ring.” “Do you…” I started, stopping as the thought got caught in my throat. “Do you ever find yourself… jealous of him?” “Jealous of Peter?” he said. “I mean, the PA does look hot, and he can cum a lot.” “Not that,” I said. “Not his hyperspermia. I mean, the fact that he’s out. He’s living his life now, the way he wants to.” “Oh,” Will said. I could hear the weight in his voice, the realization setting in. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, he got rid of his wife, but, I mean, he’s not exactly… free. He’s hiding out at Wade’s house. He left his job and has no money. Everyone but us is talking to him, and even we have to do it in secret. I don’t know, Mark. I don’t really think I’m feeling jealous of him.” “I guess you’re right,” I said. “Still, I can’t help but think—” “I know it’s hard,” Will said. “But don’t go off and do something stupid. Yes, it worked out well with Peter, Lewis, and your son, but we can’t keep pushing our luck. It won’t take long before we go too far.” “You’re right,” I said, walking to my front door, my keys in hand. “We’ll be smart.” I ended the call and walked out the door. __ I sat at the table, my heart racing, my mind spinning, an ache in my stomach causing me to feel sick. What if Will was right? What if I had pushed my luck too far? What if I was putting not only myself but everyone else at risk? Had I made a mistake? “Mark? Mark Kline, is that you?” I looked up and nearly fell out of my chair as I saw the face of a man I hadn’t seen in decades. I stood up, my legs feeling weak while my extended hand shook. It was suddenly remarkable to me that I hadn’t noticed it before. How had I never noticed how similar Will looked to his father? “Ben,” I said, grabbing his hand and shaking it. He had a firm grip, and I nearly came thinking about how amazing his hand would feel stroking my cock, grasping my balls, taking hold of my neck. “It’s great to see you.” “And you,” he said, taking a seat. “I hope you haven’t been waiting here long.” “Not at all,” I said. The waitress came over and took our orders, my order almost missed as my attention was stolen by Ben. “Where’s your wife?” I asked. “Isn’t she coming?” “She’s at home,” Ben said. “My wife isn’t one who likes traveling, even if it is to see her own son preach. Granted, we’ve seen him do it before, but it’s almost a sin that we haven’t seen him in his, I’m sorry, his and your church.” “It’s a good distance,” I said, happy at hearing the news that he was alone. “My wife prefers everyone journeying to see her,” he said, rolling his eyes. The waitress brought us our drinks. “That might be why we’ve never managed to make the connection that you work with Will before now.” “I’m sorry to hear that she’s not with you,” I lied. “It would have been good to meet her.” “Well, between you and me,” he said, leaning forward, his cologne wafting into my nose and ensnaring my senses, “I’m happy to be here alone.” My cock jumped. “Why’s that?” “Mark, let me tell you now before you get to be sitting where I’m sitting,” Ben said. “Retirement isn’t as wonderful as it seems. I used to have something to do with my day, serving a purpose, spending hours in my office, but now I’m left listening to my wife jabber on about all these people I don’t know or don’t care about. She’s constantly nagging at me to get up and do something, but once I do, she’s nagging at me to relax. She wants us to join all these elderly groups, as if I’m one foot in the grave. I’m still a young man. Well, I’m a man who isn’t locked up in a retirement home. I can’t get a word in even if my life depended on it. It’s exhausting. That’s why I was so happy to hear from you. You’re giving me a chance to escape for a few days.” “You’re giving me a lot to look forward to.” Ben smiled. “I’m almost tempted to order a drink with alcohol in it,” he said. “Don’t let me stop you,” I joked, wishing he would, letting his guard down. It’s not that I wanted him drunk, but if he was a bit looser, it would make everything considerably easier. “I shouldn’t,” he said. “Glad to hear it,” I said. “Not glad that you’re feeling that way about your wife. That’s not what I mean. I mean, I’m glad you could make the trip. I’m glad it’s going to give you the time away you need.” “Thanks,” he said. “You’re married too, right?” I nodded. “Do you ever feel like you’re… what’s the right word…?” “Stifled?” I joked. “That’s one of the words to use,” Ben said, laughing. “I know it sounds horrible, especially since we’re both pastors, but I sometimes just want to… well, never mind.” “Want to what?” I urged, my mind enraptured by every word he had to say. I had missed seeing this man speak, watching his lips, noticing his strong chin which was darkened by stubble. I remember watching him in college, wishing I could kiss his chin, even suckle on his prominent Adam’s apple. I simply wanted a taste of him. Will wasn't enough for me, anymore. I needed the real thing. I needed the source. “Sometimes I just want to run away,” he said. For a moment, there was a look on his face, a look of shock at hearing those words come out of his mouth. Then, for an even briefer moment, I saw a slight smile at the thought. “Sometimes, I don’t know, I just wish I could disappear for a while, be on my own, shirk off all those responsibilities. Is that awful?” “No,” I said. “Do you ever feel like that?” I smiled. “Often, unfortunately. Maybe it’s the job. Maybe it’s just marriage. I have felt like that, though.” “And what helped you through it?” he asked. “Honestly,” I said, “your son. Will helped me.” “Will helped you through it?” Ben laughed. “And how did he manage to do that?” Memories of my legs pulled to my chest, Will’s naked body on top of me, his dick slamming into my hole, filling me up with his poz seed filled my mind, and my cock got hard again. Mixing with those memories were the imaginings of Ben on top of me, his naked, sweaty body writhing as he filled me with his cock. All the nights I spent with Will fucking me, all the days I spent sucking him off in his office, all solidified in my mind. “He… helped me tap into a piece of myself that I had always wanted to find. When I was feeling lost, he, and a few other men from the church, helped pull me back to where I needed to be.” “Sounds like my boy did well,” Ben said. “He did very well,” I told him, my hole aching to feel his cock again. “He always does.” “And he still doesn’t know that I’m here?” “I never spoke a word of it to him,” I said. I had already imagined all the scenarios which would play out. While I knew none of them ended as well as I would hope, that didn’t stop me from making sure the plan moved forward. “And you’ve got your own boy?” “I do,” I said. “Ryan. He’s in college.” “And how are you two doing?” “Better now,” I said. “We struggled to connect for a while, but we managed to reconnect recently. Will helped with that, too." I remembered the night of Will fucking Ryan's hole, fucking my son right into me, milking my son's prostate until he shot our family's load deep into my hole. "You could almost say he pushed my son right into my arms.” Ben smiled. “I’m glad to hear that my boy is doing well. I wish his brothers were doing as well as him. My son Zack is married. We’re expecting grandkids soon. I hope they have them to give my wife someone else to worry over. My other son, Jay, is… well, it’s difficult to describe Jay. He’s a lot to handle.” “I’m sure he is,” I said, knowing from experience. “Will has told me all about Jay.” “I’ve always spoken out against Jay,” Ben said. “I’ve always been so hard on him. I sometimes wonder if everything I did caused him to act the way he has. He’s so wild. He’s so uncontrollable. He’s so… he’s so…” Ben’s expression changed again, almost as if he was seeing something clearly for the first time. “He’s so… free. That’s the only word I can’t think of. He’s free.” “Is that a bad thing?” I asked. “Shouldn’t we all, in some way, be free?” Ben looked at me, his brow furrowed, his mind turning over everything he had just told me. Now, more than ever, I could see Will within his father. “I’m sorry,” Ben said, standing up and leaving the table. “Ben,” I called, trying to run after him. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, Mark,” he said, heading for the door. “I just… I’ve got to go.” “Is it something I said?” I watched as Ben left the restaurant. __ (Will’s perspective) “I’m not sure what’s going on,” I told Dom, circling around Wade’s living room, a fresh load of his cum dripping out of my ass. My own cock was covered in cum, having just shot deep into Wade’s hole as he fisted Peter. Peter’s cock was still too sensitive for him to be fucking anyone, and while we couldn’t stop him from leaking so much precum, we did try to teach him how to orgasm with just his ass and with little cum being ejaculated. “He’ll learn,” Wade had told us. Since Peter had been staying with Wade, the two of them had gotten to be very close. It was almost as if Wade had found someone he could train in all the perverted sexual acts he lived for while Peter had found someone who worshiped his gift for how incredible it made him. Though Peter had since recovered from his conversion, now officially being a poz man, he still tried to keep out of sight until the rumors about him started to die down a bit. So while Dom and I would often spend time at his or my apartment, we were for the present time spending hours with Wade and Peter so we could all fuck as much as our cocks and balls allowed. The only person missing was Pastor Kline. “Do you think something’s wrong?” Dom asked. “I’m not sure,” I told him. “It’s just, when I talked to him on the phone today, he sounded… I don’t know… off.” “Maybe he didn’t want his wife to hear.” “She’s out of town,” I told him. “Maybe he’s sick,” Peter said. “Even when he was converting and on his ass,” I told them, “he still found a way for me to get my cock up his ass. If he’s sick, he’ll manage to be here riding as many cocks as he can.” “Maybe it’s nothing.” I shook my head. “He looked weird even when Peter was getting his cock pierced,” I said. “Something’s going on with him, but I can’t figure out what it is.” “Let’s go find out,” Dom said. We got in my car and drove over to Pastor Kline’s house. We knew his wife was gone, but there was no guarantee that he would be there. Hours had passed since I spoke to him, and there had been no further communication since. “Maybe he’s visiting his son,” Dom said. “Mark's car is here,” I said, pointing it out, failing to notice another car parked nearby. We walked to the door and found that it was slightly ajar, the lights inside still on. I looked at Dom who shrugged, turning back to examine the neighborhood. “There’s another car here. Maybe he’s not alone.” “Someone from church?” I asked, spotting the car without taking the proper time to notice it. “Maybe someone to fuck,” Dom said. We entered the house and started searching, trying to keep quiet so we didn’t scare anyone should he have someone else there. “Will,” Dom whispered, waving me over. He pointed at a trail of clothing leading up the stairs and into the hall. “I think he’s got someone here, and I doubt he’s from church.” “With our church, it’s anyone’s guess,” I said. Dom started up the stairs, but I reached out and grabbed his arm. “What the fuck are you doing?” “I want to see who it is,” Dom said. “He didn’t invite us.” “Exactly,” Dom said. “Think of all the times we invited him over so we could fuck him. We brought him into this world. He can’t just sneak off and fuck someone without at least inviting us to fuck. If not to fuck, to at least watch.” Dom started up the stairs, and though I tried to resist the temptation, I soon found myself right behind Dom, slowly moving down the hall. I noticed the clothing, spotting the undershirts, the socks, the ties, and the underwear. Everything belonged to men, so we knew Pastor Kline was with a man. We got to the door and found it slightly open, the sound of a squeaking bed, strained moans, and skin slapping skin pouring out into the hall. “Let’s see who we’ve got,” Dom said, pushing the door open. Having fucked in Pastor Kline’s bedroom before, I knew where to look, and spotted the two men fucking immediately. I saw the naked skin, Pastor Kline’s legs hoisted up in the air, his hands grasping the arms of the man fucking his ass as hard and as fast as possible. I watched as the man’s hips thrusted forward, Pastor Kline’s legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into his body. I could see the sweat glistening on their bodies. I could smell the aroma of sex in the air. “Oh fuck,” Pastor Kline moaned. "Oh, fuck me!" “You like that?” Air caught in my lungs as I heard the voice, the scene before me turning upside down. "Fuck me harder!" Everything I had missed, from the car outside to the clothing on the floor to the back of the man’s head, even though now covered in sweat, all became familiar. "You want my load? Here it comes!" My heart felt as if it was about to burst out of my chest. “Dad?” Pastor Kline shot up, scrambling across the bed, pulling at sheets to cover himself. My eyes, however, were focused on the naked man who jumped off the bed, turning around, his thick, hard cock standing straight out. “Will?” my father said. His cock started shooting cum, splattering across the floor between us. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ I told you we'd get here. I promise more of Ben in the next chapter. We may be having a Ryder Threesome in the near future.

Peter, my first childhood friend. He lived next door. At the age of four, we loved to go behind the shed, strip to our underwear and pretend we were Indians. We would wrestle and take turns strangling and knifing each other to death. At the moment of death, we would always fall on top of each other exhilarated by our skin on skin contact. A few years later we would have sleepovers in the shed. He introduced me to tying leather straps around the base of our erections. I was intoxicated by the smell of the leather. He moved away so we didn’t see much of each other until grade nine. We would meet up at an abandoned shed and simply fondle each other’s hard ons. I was so turned on as he talked about what his older brother did to him sexually when they were left alone at home. I’m sure he wondered why I never asked him to do these things with me. I was deeply ashamed of these encounters and soon decided there was no place to talk about this and therefore it was to disappear from my life. I buried myself in my school work and the high school band. This didn’t stop me from being turned on by the handsome player beside me whose shirt always gapped so I could see his nipple and beautiful chest. After high school I left town for university, and Peter became the custodian for a private school. I was a frightened, studious nerd, never missing a class and spending hours studying and sleeping in the library. On one of my holiday visits back to my hometown I bumped into Peter on the street just down the block from the abandoned shed. He lit up a cigarette and suggested we go to the shed ‘for old times sake’. I ignored the fact that he was now married and the fear in my gut and followed him. Once inside he pinned me against a wall and kissed me passionately. My first kiss, ever! I was transported out of this world as his tongue slipped into my mouth and began to dance with mine. I don’t know how long we sucked face, but I soon realized he had opened my pants and fished out my now very stiff cock. He quickly dropped to his knees and my stiffy was deep down his hot throat. His eyes smiled up at me as his head bounced and I watched my member move back and forth in his lips. It didn’t take long ‘til I ejaculated, and he sucked down every drop. I stood horrified and frozen; he stood, grinned at me and planted another kiss on my gasping mouth. I hurriedly pulled up my pants and ran failing to savour the taste of my own cum. It would be several years before I would run into him again. I’d been working at my first job for about a year and went home for an uncle’s funeral. This coincided with my high school reunion, so I decided to attend. Of course, I went alone and was not surprised to see Peter and his wife there. I’d heard they now had three kids. I bumped into Peter alone at the bar. He was already a bit tipsy, and I was embarrassed by how blatantly he was flirting with me. I hustled him off to a private hallway and we were soon entering a one-person bathroom together. Door closed and locked I was once again pinned against the wall and our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss. When we finally broke from this I anxiously asked about his wife. He hushed me with a finger to his mouth with one of his shit faced grins. He then unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. Commando, his large, ridged cock slapped against his taunt belly and sexy treasure trail. He pushed me to my knees presenting his manhood to my face. I’d never really taken the time to notice before, but I was overcome by it’s cut, beauty. He grinned and nodded to me. With some hesitation I took the silky head in my mouth. “Use your tongue.”, he encouraged. Instinctively it found his piss slit and tried in vain to enter. He moaned his enjoyment and I was soon deep throat experimenting as I gave my very first blow job. As I felt I was just getting this figured out he pulled my head off his cock. “Stop. You’re good! I don’t want to cum yet.” He soon had his shirt off and my pants around my knees. Then he was kneeling and my penis had disappeared down his throat. ‘How was it I hadn’t experience this since the last time years ago?’ I wondered. “Oh, fuck Peter! That feels so good. I’m so close.” As he jumped to his feet and spun around, he urgently said, “No, not yet.” As he bent over leaning against the sink, he spit on one hand and rubbed it into his hairy ass hole. I had no idea what to do. He grabbed my raging hard on, pulled me to him and guided it to his winking hole. When I remained like a dear caught in headlights he backed onto my raw cock. This was the early seventies. I finally looked in the mirror and there was his classic shit faced grin urging me on. “Fuck me.” It felt great in there and I slowly started the in and out movement. Truth be told he was doing most of the moving with his ass. “Fuck me man, pound my ass.” I upped my game a little. “Faster, harder, fuck my cunt!” Something then possessed me, and I started slamming into him. Over and over and over again. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I need. Don’t stop!” “But if I keep this … up I’m … going to lose it.” I gasped. “Fuck yeah. That’s the point. Cum inside me, I need your sperm.” With those words not even fully out of his mouth I blasted, and blasted, and blasted! After the biggest orgasm of my life, I collapsed on his back as we both caught our breath. When I softened and fell out of him, he reached into his ass and brought out two fingers full of my man juices which proceeded right into his mouth. Then he kissed me and fed me my own cum, mouth to mouth. I was instantly hard again, a fact his free hand on my cock didn’t miss. In one swift move he was turned, bent and had my raw cock up his ass again. I didn’t need encouraging this time and ravaged his ass for the next twenty minutes. Oh, the stamina of youth as I had recovered and blasted the second load painting his guts. Gave my first blow job and pumped two loads into the ass of my now married childhood friend. Now that was a reunion beyond all my expectations. To be continued

I was ready for this reunion within the reunion to end. My childhood friend Peter was not. With two of my fresh loads in his ass he bent me over the sink as I protested, “What are you doing?” “Just returning the favour old friend, just returning the favour.” He couldn’t say anything more because his five o’clock shadow was scratching my ass cheeks as he devoured my virgin hole. Fuck, another first. I was so lost in the pleasure of this new experience that I didn’t notice when he stood. That is until his cock penetrated my unsuspecting hole. I screamed, pushed him out and away, pulled up my pants and ran down the vacant hall while trying to fasten my trousers. Without saying a word to anyone I fled the reunion and made my way to the closest hotel where I proceeded to get royally drunk. The next day I left town and swore I would never return. Over the next three years I met a wonderful woman. Within months we were married and by the end of the first year had our first child together. Deep inside I was filled with a profound disquiet. I hated that I was always on the lookout for shirtless men. I couldn’t hide from myself how turned on I was if their chests were covered with a thick mat of fur as was developing more and more on my own skinny chest. I grew more and more stressed until my wife suggested, and then insisted, that I go for some counseling. I have no idea what I babbled on about for the first four sessions, but there was no way I could tell this nice woman what was bothering me. One night I rented the video ‘Making Love’ and began watching it after my wife went to bed. When it came to the guy’s sex scene, I felt sick to my stomach, shut off the movie, grabbed a bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ and drove off to a nearby private beach that I used for clandestine skinny dipping from time to time. I proceeded to rapidly down the entire bottle and got violently sick. Exhausted I fell into a fitful sleep and awoke cold as the sun was just starting to rise. I arrived home with my tail between my legs to be greeted by my wife. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you are scaring me and I’m afraid if this continues you will scare our son. I don’t know what you are talking about in therapy, but you better get to the root of what’s going on and fast.” Later that day, I entered my therapist’s office red eyed, and shame faced. I just cried and cried, weeping for the first twenty minutes. She calmly and patiently waited, from time to time reassuring me to ‘let it out’ and that ‘everything is going to be OK.’ Eventually, the words just started vomiting out of my depths. The movie spurring my drinking binge. My addictive attraction to men’s hairy chests. And, eventually, confessing my encounters over the years with Peter. “Have you ever told anyone before?” she gentle inquired. “NO!” “I see. Thanks for trusting me.” Over the next many weeks, I was eventually able to admit that I must at least be bisexual. I figured ‘I couldn’t have my cake and eat it too’, so I needed to resolve to push my attraction to men away and stay committed to my ‘good marriage.’ She patiently listened. Assured me I was a good man, husband and father. Only then sharing her doubts that I could just push the gay or bi feelings and needs away. When I finally relented that I thought she was right I asked her what I was supposed to do. “What do you want to do?” She patiently enquired. “Have it all go away.” “You’ve tried, how has that worked?” “It hasn’t. So, tell me what am I supposed to do?” “I can’t tell you what to do.” “But I don’t know where to start, or what to do next. I can’t tell my wife.” “You can’t tell her yet, but you’ll find the right time. In the meantime, you may need to do some experimenting.” “Experimenting? You mean have sex with guys?” “Maybe. But at least talk with some gay and bi guys.” She gave me contact information for a gay and lesbian support agency. I couldn’t bring myself to go and told her so the next session. She showed me a video of guys sharing their coming out stories. For the next three sessions we talked about my thoughts from the video. I finally admitted I found one of the guys incredibly sexy and his story of experimenting sexually with a buddy to confirm his desires incredibly exciting. “Then experiment with a buddy if you need to.”, she patiently encouraged. “But I don’t have a buddy.” “What about Peter?” “Oh, I couldn’t ask him.” “Then maybe you’ll want to hire a male escort.” “Shit, are you fucking kidding?” I had instantly sprung a boner and my heart was racing. As enticing as her last suggestion was the closest I could get was to look at escort’s adds in the back of a gay porn magazine that I found in a ditch. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the phone. One weekend soon after this, I decided to get away for a solo backwoods canoe, camping trip. Surely, some solitude should help me relax. As I was unloading my car and packing the canoe another vehicle arrived. To my shock and surprise, it was Peter. What were the chances we’d pick the same weekend, wilderness area and start off point, let alone arrive at the same time. We decided to use just my canoe, but I insisted he bring along his own tent. We paddled for about four hours and found a great campsite just before the thunder clouds that had rolled in opened up with a deluge. As we rushed to get my tent up, I relented and told Peter, “get in hear out of the rain. We can put your’s up when the rain stops.” We threw everything in the tent and stripped to the buff out of our soaked clothes. I would have kept my underwear, but they were also dripping wet. I avoided looking at his nakedness and did the best I could to hide my raging hard on. As the rain continued, we talked about lots and awkwardly avoided the elephant in the tent ‘how we had parted the last time we saw each other’. The rain didn’t stop, we eventually rolled out our sleeping bags and slept naked on top of them. I feared I wouldn’t be able to sleep but the fresh air and exercise had worked their magic. The next day proved warm and sunny, so we set out in only swimwear to a close by waterfall. Rounding a corner, the falls came into view and we saw a naked straight couple romping below the cascade. We stealthily beached our boat and watched the couple as we hid in some bushes. I wanted to leave when they started having sex, but Peter was now wanking his big hard cock. I was too embarrassed no mater how much I wanted to stay and be a voyeur. I followed a trail, found a nice rock, sunned for a bit, removed my swim trunks, sunned some more all the time disquieted by what was going on at the falls just up the trail. My attention was not so much on the straight couple as images of Peter and his wank, which led to me remembering the awkward sexual sessions in our past. I had to cool myself down and jumped in for a skinny dip. Before I got out Peter paddled around the corner smiling like a Cheshire cat that had caught the biggest fattest mouse. “Fuck man, that was amazing. Why did you leave?” I avoided his question, scrambled to retrieve and put on my swimsuit and we resumed our paddle. After a great campfire and three glasses of scotch each we climbed into my tent. Again, it was sweltering hot, so we lay on top of our sleeping bags naked as the day we were born. An incredibly awkward silence ensued, and we both laid perfectly still for quite a while. That was until I heard Peter stir and his warm lips wrapped around my ridged cock. I didn’t say anything or move, I just let him service me. Eventually one of his fingers began to trace my hole. He only removed his mouth from my cock long enough to wet his finger which moved back, this time to gently penetrate my back entrance. This felt so good that I said nothing and continued not to move. His finger went deeper and deeper and was soon messaging my prostate. This drove me wild, and I bucked my hips driving my cock deep down his throat where I unloaded beyond his tonsils. I didn’t know the term at the time, but he moved up and snowballed a large portion of my protean which I instinctively proceeded to swallow. And to my surprise, loved. Without thinking I had his cock balls deep down my throat. I don’t know how he maneuvered it in the small tent, but he was soon positioned so we 69ed each other in mutual blow jobs. His talented mouth soon had me hard again. I matched his moves as we upped the speed and soon, we were synchronistic ally painting each other’s tonsils. When we gained our composure, he took my face in his hands and gently said; “I want to fuck you.” “No, thanks, but I’ll fuck you if you want.” Where I found the third load to breed up his ass is still beyond me to this day. Collapsing after my third epic orgasm I fell fast asleep. To be continued.

I didn't do it with friends' parents, but I did it with girlfriends' parents. We did it for 3 years with my girlfriend's father. I m bi.

wife left for church 5 minutes ago and another load on my chest

Demolished £40 worth of ubereats food and feeling better. Found some extra T though...

Eating ass is an absolute favorite of mine. I love the taste of ass. Sexually, I probably have everything imaginable. I even was able to suck my dick, past the head, until I was about 25 or 26. But the only thing I’ve never been able to do is eat my own ass as much as I would love to do that. so the best way for me to taste my ass is to kiss a man after he has rimmed me or to suck his dick clean after he has fucked me. I’m not in the dirt and I know my ass always will be clean before I get fucked or fisted. so while I look forward to him, dumping his load up my ass, the ultimate reward is to taste my own ass juices and his cum on his dick when I suck him before sending him home.

In 2010 i was invited by some gay men, which contacted me on a bull chat. When i got undressed and walked in the room, there where 5 gay men fucking eachother all bare. at first i scared myself, but very soon the excitment took over and i joined them. this was so hot and felt so free. ever this day i only fucked bare and started taking risks by joining orgies where hiv+ men came. This was the next thrill, found the rush and never stopped. i was very excited and releaved after a few years fucking with hiv+men that i got infected. Now over 6 years poz and proud

If a bathhouse counts, then a few months ago on 4th of July weekend ...remember taking roughly seven loads. I was so horned up on T that I recall squirting it out while on all fours in the patio area.

Love going to SBN (London) on a Sunday. The darkroom upstairs at the back of the club is my favourite place. I would kneel on the bench facing the wall with my hole facing the room and take any cock rubbed up or pushed into my hole…it was such a turn on just having my hole used. 💦💦

There used to be a lot of them in the neighborhood, but not anymore so I've really stopped going out. There is a bar left in the East Village in Manhattan that is still notorious for its unadulterated back room fun. Last weekend I got really horny and the BF was out somewhere I decided I wanted some dick (many dicks, really) so I went to check it out. I forgot how much I love walking into a tightly packed, dimly lit, hot room of sweaty men all there for getting off. I'm a thin guy so I tend to get shoved around in a crowd. I've learned to just go with it, like crowd surfing. I love that feeling of being pushed around and groped with no real control. It was only a few minutes before hands had ripped my pants open and my cock was getting grabbed and my ass fingered. A few minuted more until I was forced down on my knees on the filthy floor and got the first dick in my mouth. I have no idea who. I know it was a big black dick. He came pretty fast in my mouth. I love how once you're down like that, they see you're willing to suck any cock. As soon as that first guy came I realized there were four more hard ones around me. I spent about 20 minutes sucking, swallowing another load in there out of the maybe 6 or 7 guys I sucked. At that point I got up of my knees, still sucking an Asian boy's dick, but presenting my ass. I've found that in a room like that, if I pull my pants down while I bend over to suck a dick, guys will start to play with my hole pretty quickly. When they realize I'm not stopping them, they usually start to finger me more aggressively which generally turns to fucking. I love not turning around to see who it is. Guys notice that and realize in just there for dick...any dick. Sure enough it only took about 5 minutes for me to feel the first cock head against my hole. I reached back to spread my ass and he was in me fast. He started fucking hard and that got the guy in my mouth turned on enough to cum. Then the guy in my ass shot inside, giving me enough cum-lube for the next. I dunno how many cocks I sucked that night, but three more guys did fuck me. I should go there more. I was still so horny the next night that I went to one of Manhattan's last bathhouses where I also hadn't been in years, but I'll tell that one later.

I know it sucks for the top as they obviously wanna jerk me off or suck me, but I'll always lock my cock up for cumdump sessions. I want to feel my only pleasure from my hole and I really don't want to cum from being jerked off. Some tops think that they're special and that this is the only fuck I'm having and that I should cum along with him, but the reality is that he's just another line drawn on my ass in marker pen.

Get piggy babe🐷

Yes, I did the same thing... I would go exploring and sitting in all kinds of restrooms... from truck stops to the creepy changing room at the lake. I would spend hours, reading all kinds of nasty and dirty shit on the walls. woof.

I was infected on November 12, 2005 and tested positive on Good Friday, April 14, 2006. It was sometime in August 2006 I received a call late on Friday from a study nurse for the Merck vaccine trial I was in. He told me my CD 4 count was back under 300 and vl 56k, he thought I should be on antiretroviral therapy. My Dr appointment on September 14 confirmed that the numbers were going in the wrong direction and I walked out with my scripts for meds. It was less than a year and I was taking meds. I was disappointed and it took some reflection to accept it. So far, so good; the meds have not been a disappointment. No side effects I'm aware of and the virus tends to stay undetectable levels, or at least levels that used to be undetectable I've had results 40 - 60 every now and then, which my Dr says is not anything to worry about.

Just about 2 years. I was exposed Sept 2001; fuck flu Oct 2001; and confirmed positive Dec 24, 2001 (merry fuckin Christmas). At the time, the medication cocktails were just coming out and we didn't know if starting early or waiting was the way to go. As we know now, starting early is the way to go. I didn't choose wisely. I waited until I was near formal AIDS diagnosis. In July of 2003, I developed Oral hairy leukoplakia, and my CD4 was 232. As you see in my records below, I probably only had another few months before the CD4 dropped below 200 which would have put me right at the 2 year mark for seroconversion. (For the CD4/CD8 percentage, 40% is ideal. 30-61% is ok.) The viral count was probably MUCH higher than 750K, the test that was used on me at the time topped out at 750K. With my leukoplakia and general health, it was probably well over a million. Other tests were available to determine exactly the viral load but wasn't necessary since I chose to start the meds. It took one year to get undetectable. Even though I've been in the "normal" range for years, my numbers are still continuing to trend higher (subtly but still generally improving) 20 years later.

Damn.. and I was hoping this was a thread about someone telling they bred the Republicans ass, or had their cock sucked by him !

OMG, as a repressed gay teen, i spent hours in restroom reading the messages on stall walls, just sitting there and being amongst my people lol. No, seriously, i did. Those who did not grow up in an era of repression, where being gay and fucking could get you arrested and charged with a felony, may think it weird that we had sex in restrooms (read: "in hiding").

@Jaygusher any chance of seeing an epilogue or a continuation of this story? Would love to know what everyone is up to and what has happened since this story ended. you are an amazing writer and this story got me off many times.

I remember cruising before the internet where you scored just by going out with your clothes on, in a bar or on the street. And score I did, a lot But now with the apps, now that the gays have the right to reduce the entire me to the size of my dick, well it's over.

Chapter 4 – Now it’s my turn In Chapters 1 through 3, I told about meeting up with Geoff, a hairy guy with a great playroom. He had a sling and lots of toys for our use. We’d partied and fucked each other with toys and fists. While we were relaxing and getting some more liquids in us, Geoff suggested that we both do a booty bump to amp up the fun. Between the smoking and slamming we had already done, this would move us up to the next level of spun. We each picked out a nice-sized shard and then shoved them in each other’s asses. Geoff put mine in, and I soon felt the burn. I’m sure he felt the shard melting in his ass too. We gave it a few minutes to kick in; then I got back in the sling with my ass ready for more. Geoff first massaged my hole with his lubed hands, getting it ready for his fist. He’d move down for a lick occasionally, eliciting a deep moan from me. He worked fingers from both hands in and was stretching and stroking my open hole. He added more lube to his right hand and pushed it into me. Between the earlier work and the T flowing through my body, it was an easy entry. He twisted and expanded his hand in my ass, getting to all the right places. He’d draw his hand back, almost to the point of leaving my ass, before plunging it in again. While he had me stretched out, he’d rotate his hand, letting me feel his knuckles just inside my ass. Then, Geoff popped his hand out of my ass, leaving my hole gaping. He put his fingers in my hole and used his hand as a funnel to direct lube inside my ass. The cool lube felt great inside me. He pushed his right hand in and distributed the lube around my ass. At the same time, he was using the fingers of his left hand around his wrist. He’d slide a finger in alongside his wrist and circle around my hole to stretch it out even more. He added more fingers slowly until he had all four fingers inside me next to his wrist. At that point, he pulled his right hand back and put his hands together to really stretch out my hole. Damn, the feelings were amazing! Geoff kept checking with me that I was OK with what he was doing, and I encouraged him to keep going. He pulled his left hand back to add more lube but soon got it back next to its mate, twisting and opening my ass like never before. Geoff suggested a deep hit of poppers. I knew what he was planning. I took a double hit in each nostril and gave him a nod to go for it. While we were staring into each other’s eyes, he slid both hands into my ass. This was a new one for me. Knowing that I was getting double-fisted by this hot stud made my ass pulse and my cock shoot out more cum. Geoff’s hands were busy in my ass, so I scooped up the cum and fed him some, and then ate some myself. The double-fisting was intense, and I could only take it for a little while. Geoff slowly worked his right hand out, leaving his left one inside me. He gently circled my hole with his fingers, getting me to a more relaxed state. At that point, he was able to pull his hand out and repeatedly pound back into my ass. I was swinging on the sling, adding to the depth and excitement of what we were doing. We slowed down, and Geoff eventually took his hand out of my ass. Without asking, he shoved his semi-hard cock inside my gaping ass. He was able to fuck me a bit but was really after something else. He asked me if I wanted his chempiss and I told him to let it fly. He buried his cock as deep as he could. I could see him concentrating on getting his piss to flow. Soon, I felt the spreading warmth as he filled my ass with his piss. He kept his cock inside me for a bit, then pulled out and put a butt plug in to keep the liquid inside me. I felt the rush from it, less potent than the slam or booty bump, but still making my body react. Once he pulled out, he pissed some more on my stomach, which was really hot. I ran my hands through it and licked some off my hands. Geoff leaned down and tasted some too. My cock added more liquid, but it was more cum than piss. We shared some of that too. I collapsed back in the sling, feeling totally spent. Geoff went over to the bed and laid down on it. Once I felt stable enough, I got out of the sling, went over to the bed, and laid down next to him. We made out for a while, feeling each other’s cocks and asses. I stuck my nose in one of his armpits and got into licking out the sweat from there. He played with my nipples and ass while I was doing that. Eventually, we both slowed down our play. While we couldn’t sleep for a while, we just cuddled and talked. It turned out that we had a lot in common besides our need for partying and ass play. Once the sun rose, I got dressed, kissed him goodbye, and went home. The next time should be even more intense.

Unexpected loading I had a message from a 22 year old lad looking for an anon mouth to use. I asked for a cock pic and his 7 inches looked perfect for sucking so I offered to drain him. He wanted me in my pup mask and that suited me. I was in the mask and jock and harness when he stripped to his boxers and socks. I could see a hot wet patch on his boxers. He was creaming his boxers just stood there. I sucked on it. His semi was straight in my mouth and it wasn’t long before he was solid as he explored the back of my mouth, he clearly wanted my throat so I let him have it. He forced a nice coating of precum around my mouth and down my throat. His dick was oozing clear sticky precum like a drippping tap. I pushed him back onto the bed and sucked him good. He was led back groaning with pleasure until he sat up and spoke. He ordered me to show him my hole. I turned around and showed him my hungry cunt and my FUCK ME tattoo. He was behind me wanking and wiping that precum over my hole. With that he announced, ‘I’m having that hole’. He teased his pre cummy head into my hungry cunt. Then he pushed on further until he was balls deep. He started fucking my ass. A total surprise as he made it clear all he wanted was a mouth to use. I was t about to stop him as he pounded his oozing dick into my cunt. I was told my cunt felt amazing and that he already wanted regular access to breed. Sure enough he pounded and released and bred me deep wearing just his hot rank sox. He flexed his balls as he transferred every drop into my grateful cunt. He pulled out and his cum dribbled from my freshly loaded hole. He said he’ll return to dump a load again soon!

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've written a story about it called my friends dad. My friend " groomed" me to become gay and introduced me to his dad whom he was having sex with.

The New Owner Part 1 I had moved to the city about two years ago and into a nice duplex. I was now 21, 5' 10", 165#, blond hair, fit and never had trouble getting a date or getting laid whenever I wanted to. The girls went nuts for me and my nice cut 7" cock helped some too. I had a good job and prospects to move upward in the company. My name was Jim. Then the duplex was sold. The new owner moved into the other half of the duplex. He was, I found out, 40, 6', 195#, brown hair and seemed to be very fit and his name was Hank. I was to find out later on that he also was well endowed with a 9" cut fat cock. His moving in did not change the rent, just made it easier to pay since he was just 'next door'. For the next couple of months nothing seemed any different and all went about like normal. Then one Friday night, as I was leaving to go out, I met him coming home with a friend. Hank introduced me to his friend, name of Tom. We talked for a few minutes, about nothing in particular and then I left. For a Friday night, the scene was really dead for some reason and for the first time in quite a while I came home earlier than normal, about 11pm and alone. I made casual notice that the lights were on in my landlords place but really didn't pay any more attention than that. I sat down to watch some TV but there wasn't much on there either. By midnight, I decided I was tired and headed to bed. My bedroom shared a wall with the other half of the duplex. I had just settled down when I could hear sounds coming through the wall. I guess I had never paid any attention to that before. I was kind of curious and got up and put my head closer to the wall as the sounds didn't seem to be a TV. I was startled to hear what seemed to be moans of pleasure. Then I heard a definitely male voice, Tom?, saying how good that felt. "Keep fucking me good." Then I heard Hank saying, "Yeah, your hole feels so good, I love fucking your ass, and I am going to fill you full of my cum." My mind went round and round, as I realized my new landlord must be gay and I didn't know it before. What a mind blower that was. I had really never known anyone gay before, that I knew of anyway. I listened some more and heard Hank saying, "Are you ready? I am going to cum and fill you full. Here it comes." I heard him growl then and knew he must .be cumming and then heard Tom say, "OMG, I am cumming too. Keep pounding my hole. It feels wonderful." Then Hank was telling him that he was such a good cumdump and hoped he would enjoy his gift and Tom saying he had waited too long for it and was enjoying it to the max. I had no idea what that last bit had been about but they apparently were done for the night as I heard no more sounds then and turned in for the night myself.

Totally agree - such a rush. And I love tempting fate - for instance coming home smelling of my tops cum, or oozing some cum from my hole onto the marital sheets

I've just caught up this. Thank you for an amazing story! Ben should be proud of his kids for growing up so well. It’s time to become a real family. 😈

Oh, fuck! You're leaving us hanging, as usual! Someone needs to set Ben free (poz him up) and all of them out of the closet!

As a bottom I love to cum from being fucked or fisted. Doesn't happen often but the orgasm is so much more intense. When I'm getting fucked I love the top to cum deep inside me, don't mind if they hold still but I love the feeling of their load being pumped into my guts.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Ryan Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): +44 7932 955 311 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Wiltshure UK SN5 8NF Age: 31 Height: 180cm Weight: 74kg

At 19 1/2 I tapped my foot and got my first blow job. It was an OK BJ and a gentle intro to "tearoom trade". He was sweet, a year or two older than me. He explained we're both supposed to suck each other, but some guys don't (that's what I remember) . I couldn't help but dig this out. Steam 3 (3)

Fucking hell this chapter was over the top - I licking my cum off my fingers while I type this. catcher4you, you are a great story teller amazing job!

I lose my desire after I've cum. Like a few here, I like to hold off ejaculating until my top has finished filling me up. Having said that, I do get horny again fairly quickly especially if the top wants to fuck me again.

Definitely my biggest fantasy. My dad and I have never done anything and he’s very straight but I fantasize about having a sexual relationship with him and bonding in a new way. He’s divorced again and probably thinks he’ll be sexless forever but wish he knew he had someone willing to take care of him whenever he needs it. Wish I could figure out how to seduce him lol. I did recently send him a smutty pic by “accident” and after joking around he answer “Impressive!” when I asked how I looked lol

The bf wanted me on the straight and narrow and was hot as fuck but made me be a clean cut boy again. Turns out he's cheating and so now am back on the t and throwing away my meds and embracing my needs

I would never suggest someone ignore his experiences or refuse to acknowledge what he's seen in the world. I only caution people against thinking that such experiences must be universal, ESPECIALLY when there's discussion ongoing about how people are experiencing something VERY DIFFERENT.

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

Yes, been to several. Always a good decision because the people really want to have fun. And play around like pigs. So hardly anyone is standing around with the „when will my prince arrive Syndrome“. I am under the impression that more and more are into drinking. So the name should be changed from „Golden Shower“ to „Golden Drink“. Be in mind that spitting is also common at these events.

Fuck yes, loving the wedding ring PA, so hot and twisted 🔥😈🔥😈🔥

Probably The Bull Bar in Berlin. Famous for being open 24/7 and having one of the most active darkrooms. Close second would be The Underground Club at Central Station London for SOP.

yes. growing up in an affluent area pretty much led the foundation for my incest and milf/dilf fetishes. like my friends had some prime milfs for mothers. we're talking blonde, fake tits, tight body, or thicc in the right spots.

Fuck yeah I have!

PART 5 Henry said I’d know where to find him again. Apparently I didn’t. The first few days after he bred me I stuck close to campus. I was jumble of emotions. Anxiety had set in quickly — how did I let myself get pozzed?!?! It wasn’t even an accident. I had begged for it. How had a trip to the store turned into my being bred by a relative stranger? And how many times had Jared been there and done that? But every time I jerked off the rest of the week, I thought about Henry’s cock spewing inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted it again. Friday I went looking for Henry at the bar and didn’t see him. After hanging with my friends and having some beers, I snuck off and went to Henry’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I looked again a few times on Saturday, but no luck. I told myself I’d make him but on a condom this time. I even put one in my pocket when I went out. I was so horny, I went to the newsstand two towns over where I knew they sold old porn mags with he covers cut off. I bought a pack for a few bucks, and at the last second asked to buy a bottle of poppers. I’d never bought my own before. I had them in my pocket Saturday night when I went back to the bar, but still no Henry. It was Sunday morning and I went to shower. The dorm was pretty quiet; I didn’t hear many guys moving around, yet. They’d given everyone a single for the summer, so while the rooms on the second and third floors were all being used, there was still less than half the usual number of people. Our summer dorm was the oldest on campus, so the bathrooms and showers were older. It was more of a group shower with curtains you could pull between them, which a lot of the guys did. I had them to myself this morning, so didn’t bother pulling the curtains. I was showering when I heard the door open and saw a security guard come in. He went to the line of sinks and started washing his hands. I thought about grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it closed, but I felt like that was kinda dickish to do just because someone walked in. Guys are naked in the shower room all the time. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it out. Then I noticed the guard was still in the room, seemingly washing his face. Struck me as a bit odd. This room only had two sinks and the set of showers; the bathroom was on the other side of the wall and had a whole row of sinks. No one usually came in here just to use the sinks. I conditioned my hair and started my body wash routine — feet, calves, thighs, ass, cock and balls, abs, pecs, and finally my arms. I looked over my shoulder to see if the guard was still there — I hadn’t heard the door open or close. He was still doing something at the sink, but seemed to look in the mirror. When our eyes met, he left the shower room. I finished up my shower, wrapped the towel around my waist, and headed down the hallway back to my dorm room. I liked these quiet mornings in the dorm before breakfast. I went into my room and left the door open to circulate the summer air; the entire week had been muggy, and the dorm didn’t have A/C. I was picking out underwear when I noticed the security guard go by my door. I figured he must be headed to the stairwell. But then he went by again, slower this time. I definitely caught him looking into my room as he walked by. I got a weird tingle seeing him walk past again. Was something up? Why was security lingering on the floor and checking out my room? I dropped my towel and slipped on my underwear, tucking my junk into the pouch in the front. I was reaching for the shorts I’d left hanging on a chair when I saw the guard again. This time he was just standing in my doorway. I was startled and yelped. “Sorry,” he said. “I just wanted to check in and make sure everything was okay.” “Why? Is something up?” He stepped into my room. “Just thought I’d say hey.” He walked up to me; I felt awkward standing there in just my underwear. This was weirdly exciting but odd nonetheless. “I’m thinking we have a friend in common.” “Who’s that?” “Henry,” he said conspiratorially. He looked me up and down, not being shy about it. “You’re even hotter than he described. Athletic and ginger.” “Thanks,” was all I could think to say. I was standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I started to reach for my pair of shorts again, but he put his hand on my chest to stop me. “I don’t think you need those,” he said, running his hand across my chest and down my abs. “I liked what you were wearing in the shower better.” I started breathing heavier. This surge of horniness went through me. Was this really happening?!?! One of the campus security guards was coming on to me. There was no mistaking it. “Doors open,” I said nervously, pulling away from his exploring hand. I saw my cock was getting hard in my underwear. The guard looked down at my hard bulge and grinned. He took a few steps back to the door and closed it gently. “Better now,” he said. He looked good in that uniform. Tall, strong build. He was almost a foot taller than me. He had a muscular chest beneath the tight blue uniform. His arms were nicely muscled, too. He started running his hands across my body, exploring, sizing me up. I reached out and touched his chest, feeling it through the fabric. “Like my body, ginger boy?” I nodded. “Good answer. Now get the underwear off.” I slipped the underwear down and left them on the floor. The guard didn’t waste any time reaching for my ass. He slapped it. “Nice bubble.” He slapped it again which hurt; I winced. “Now turn around. Put your hands on the desk behind you.” I turned around, facing the large window in my room that looked out of the quad. It was still quiet out there. I felt him spread my ass apart, probing at my hole. “That’s a sweet ginger hole. I’m gonna put that to good use.” He stood up and pushed the crotch of his uniform against my ass. The good boy in me panicked. “Be sure to use a condom,” I said. “There’s some there on the table.” “You put it on me when we’re ready for it,” he said. I heard him undoing his belt buckle and unzip. I leaned over and picked up the condom and put it next to me on the desk. He stepped over to the table I had pushed up next to the bunk bed as a nightstand. He picked up the lube and squirted it into one hand. I could see his cock standing straight out of his uniform pants. It was thick! He started to massage my hole using the lube, working it into my hole. “I like a tight hole,” he said. He took my hand and wrapped it around the shaft of his cock. I could feel the heat of his skin, and even smell the musk. What was happening?! Ten minutes ago I was in the shower. Alone. Now I’m about to get fucked in my dorm room! The good boy in me said we should say no and put an end to it. But he was out voted — my hole was totally turned on, and it was now in charge. I pushed my ass back against his hand. “Hungry are we?” He said. “Get up on the desk, lay back. Hang your ass over the edge.” I turned around and sat on the edge of the desk. I laid back, adjusting my ass so it was at the edge. He lifted my legs and slapped his hardon against my hole. He rested the bottle of poppers I’d bought yesterday on my chest. “Popper up.” I unscrewed the bottle and held it to one nostril, inhaling deeply. I started to feel a growing buzz as I moved the bottle to the opposite nostril. I was transfixed on the guard slathering lube onto his cock. “Lay back, legs up. Show me that ginger hole.” I leaned back onto the desk and lifted my legs, my ass hanging off the end of the desk. He pressed his hands behind my knees, forcing my legs wider and really exposing my ass. The poppers washed over me. My heart started racing and there was a moment where the room seemed to go darker. That craving for cock came with it again, and I started flexing my hole for him. “That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I wanna see.” He started teasing my hold with the head of his thick cock. He picked up the lube and dribbled more onto my hole, then spread it with his cock. I could feel the heat coming off the bare head. Something about a condom crossed the back of my head. The voice was a distant whisper that was overwhelmed by the craving I was feeling. “Fuck me,” I said quietly. “What was that, ginger boy?” “Fuck me,” I said more firmly. The guard pushed his cock against my hole, prying it open with the force. I felt the muscles give way and his thickness started to fill me. I winced and then gasped with the thickness stretching my hold. The opened condom went ignored on the desk beside me. “Fuuuuck…. That’s a tight ginger hole. “Gonna have to stretch you out to really enjoy this.” My mind was swirling. I was in my dorm room, naked on the desk, with someone whose name I don’t even know burying his cock inside me. If anyone in the rooms across the quad from mine looked out their windows, they’d be able to see me getting fucked. “People can see in the windows,” I gasped. “Good. Maybe they’ll want some of this, too.” He thrust all the way in til his balls were pressed against my ass. I groaned with the intense penetration. “College guys can’t get enough of this cock.” He started pounding away at my ass. I was moaning, probably louder than I should have in the dorm.People would be waking up and hear me, but I couldn’t control it. I felt totally drunk on his cock. I felt amazing! He could see it in my face. “You love this cock, don’t you, ginger boy?” “Fuck yeah!” He grinned a wicked grin. “Oops. Someone forgot to put the condom on me. Guess I know what you really want this morning.” The fucking was relentless. He took my ass in an aggressive series of thrusts. I groaned as he pummeled me. It was a wild mix of pleasure and pain. I fumbled for the poppers and awkwardly took another hit, hoping it would soften the roughness of the fuck. “Don’t worry. I’m almost there…..” he said. Those words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed my own cock and began jacking it. The guard had a wicked look on his face. “Fuck yeah. You want this gift. I knew you did. Knew it as soon as I saw you showing off in the shower. Knew you’d want to get pozzed again. Fucking slut.” He spat on me. I was totally fixated on him, on the relentless fucking I was taking. He was going to breed me. The good boy voice in the back of my head screamed again, but the rest of me wanted it. “Fuck yeah!” He said loudly. “Fuck yeah! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!!” A part of me knew everyone had just heard that. Some strange guy’s voice was coming from my room declaring his dominance over me. He came with a rush, his body shaking as his cock pulsed. He unleashed his load inside me, electrifying me. Instead of burying his load deep, he just kept pumping it into me. There was nothing I could do except take it from him. My own cock burst, spewing jizz across my chest and even hitting my face. My body spasmed. The guard pulled out, letting my legs just dangle off the desk. They didn’t quite fall to the floor — my muscles were too worked up and activated to relax. Instead I just held myself there, body spasming from the exertion, covered in my own jizz. He came over and pushed his cock into my face. “Clean it off,” he commanded. I didn’t have a choice as he roughly pushed his cum slicked cock into my mouth. “Taste your ginger ass on there, boy. Taste some of the cum I left inside you. Clean it off real good so I can go back to work.” When he was satisfied, he put himself together again, tucking his cock inside his pants. He’d never undressed, just pulled out his cock. The uniform clearly didn’t interfere with his fucking the hell oughta me. “You’re gonna need another shower,” he said, lightly slapping my tight abs. He ran his hands over my smooth torso. “Hot body. I’m gonna enjoy using it.” He walked to the door, leaving me laying on my desk. “Have a good one, bud.” And walked out, leaving the door open as he walked down the hallway. [What is going to become of our newest cumdump college boy, Justin? I suspect there’s more ahead for him! If you enjoyed this chapter, let me know. A blue heart (or a 🐷) is always appreciated — a simple form of feedback inspires me. Thanks!]

no. if i find the bottom attractive and i'm having fun with him, i don't care what age he is. just because a man hits (or passes) a certain age doesn't mean he needs to throw in the sexual towel for the rest of his life. there are plenty of shallow men that only go for young gym bunnies, but there are also plenty of us who don't like gym bunnies and like to stick our cocks in real men instead. same with tops. if a top can get it hard, then he's still in the game and i won't write him off because of his age. after all, age is only a number.

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sounds like u didnt enjoy that at all . you were lucky enough to b able to have those men get off in you , get off hurting you . it doesnt get much better for them , i hope u r grateful to them for hat opportunity n honour

Part 3 　 My new neighbor and his friend went at it for a good hour. I could not believe the time. Then I finished up my room and got around for the day. It being Sat. and a nice day, I decided to mow the yard like normal for me. I went and got out the mower and then decided to clean it before. I sat down on the lowest step and tipped the mower over on its side. Then started to scrape out the old grass and dirt from the underside, which I had not done before putting it away last time I used it. I was concentrating on it and then it dawned on me someone was watching. I looked up to see Hank standing there watching me and I had not heard him walk up. Being down so low, about the first thing I noticed was that he was wearing old style shorts, the kind men used to wear and very short in the legs. I found myself, basically, looking right at his cock almost hanging out. It was huge. I, being straight, didn't linger there though, it was just a passing thought. I looked up to see that the shorts were really all he had on. He was well muscled, I noted, and had a smile on his face. I told him hi and he said hi in return. He asked what I was up to and told him I was just cleaning the mower and then going to mow. He knelt down and wanted to know if I needed any help? Kneeling like he did, with those short shorts on, his cock practically fell out entirely. He said, "Oops, sorry about that, I just kind of threw these on and didn't realize how short they were anymore. Didn't mean to put on a show." I just laughed and said, "No problem, the neighbors can't see back here with that fence around the back." I went on to tell him I could get the lawn ok, but thanks anyway. I soon had the mower ready and got the yard mowed, working up a good sweat by the time I was done. I went in the house and threw off my sweaty clothes, took my shower and then before getting dressed, went to the kitchen to get a cold water out of the fridge. As I turned to go get dressed I heard a soft whistle and turning found Hank standing at the door. He said, "Sorry about that, but you left the door open and I was just about to yell when I noticed you bent over in the refridgerator. Sorry, also, about the whistle but couldn't help it as you do have a nice bod there. I just wanted to see if you had a hammer I could borrow. I'm going to hang some pics up and can't find mine?" I was a little flustered at being naked in front of a gay man, but regained my composure and told him that I did have one, just give me a minute to get some clothes on. He told me he would wait. I threw on some shorts and a Tshirt and went back to the kitchen. I dug in my tool drawer and got the hammer for him. We stood there a bit and made some small talk. He then said, "Oh, by the way, do you have plans for tonight? If not, I am having a few friends over for some drinks. Nothing fancy, just sitting around gabbing and you can come over if you want to. I am sure they would all welcome you." I told him, "I planned on going to a couple of bars to check on friends and see what else might happen." He said, "We will still be up late and the offer still stands if you want to stop by later." He then left and I started getting ready to go out and see if I could find a hot girl for the night. As I was leaving I noticed about 5 guys walking up to my neighbor's door. They each seemed to be, like him, about 35 to 40 years old and all seemed to be decent looking guys.

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MAL Leather Slave’s Reward - The Stealth Bomber, Episode 4:– Slave #1-2014. The bloodied cotton square is safely secured to the index card and placed in my treasure chest. Another negative ass has been infected, and 2014 is off to a great start. Washington, DC, provides many opportunities for stealthing and infecting negative ass. Lots of business travellers, college kids, tourists, government-related workers and officials, the list goes on and on, but there is one group that I always find a challenge and that is the leather crowd at the annual Mid-Atlantic Leather (MAL) Convention that is held every year in January. Now, there are cum slut bottoms galore at MAL, fuck just walk through the hotel and you can find bottoms with their doors open and asses up for any dick that will mount them. But for me, that’s too easy and most of those dumb cunts are already POZ, so I go on the hunt for the rare leather species – the negative leather bottom – and Friday night I tracked and bagged my latest prize. There are several websites where people attending MAL typically post messages looking to set up connections and as I scoured and trolled them there was one that caught my eye. A leather bear daddy was bringing his slave to MAL for the first time and wanted to find a ‘safe’ top to share him with, also for the first time. They were both negative, the slave was in his mid-20’s, new to the leather scene, and the leather bear was clearly trying to still have fun while protecting his slave from the hungry wolves. Perfect. We exchanged several emails to discuss what we each got into, how big my dick was as the leather bear’s was average so they wanted someone well hung to work the slave’s hole, did we only play safe, our status and of course I assured him I was negative and played only safe. Bullshit. Yet, as always, the asshole believed me and so we agreed to meet early Friday evening to help get their weekend to DC started right. The leather bear daddy wanted also wanted to be a sub/cuckold and be ordered to sit and watch as another top used his slave so to prepare for the big night I polished up my black boots, pulled out my bag of paddles and other toys, and let my balls churn my toxic load into a thick heavy cream, and did not jack off or fuck any ass for 5 days. I could almost taste my own jizz every time my dick twitched because my nutts were so swollen and full. At 6:30 p.m. I made my way through the lobby of the MAL host hotel, acknowledging some of the looks and stares I got, dismissing others, and making a mental note of one or two slut looking bottoms I may want to sniff out later if things did not go as planned. But I’m the Stealth Bomber, things ALWAYS go as planned. I knocked on the hotel room door and the slave opened it immediately. The slave boy was cute, scruffy looking, average body, and was wearing a thick leather collar with a chain that dragged on the floor. His eyes were downcast so I slapped his face and pushed him aside as I walked into the room, knowing his cheek was stinging good right now and his eyes had teared up a bit. As I had ordered, the leather bear daddy was sitting in a chair close to the door, the only light in the room was from the fixture by the door to the room, casting much of the room in a dim glow and dark shadows. The daddy’s head turned, his eyes gleamed, his mustached lips trembled a bit as he saw me, and he jacked his dick frantically in anticipation. I stopped in front of him and SLAPPED his face too and said, “Don’t forget who’s in charge tonight. Did I say you could touch your dick yet? Fucking sit there, and watch.” The leather bear daddy’s eyes were alight with fire now, anger and desire mixed, but he nodded and set his hands on the arms of the chair. I proceeded to the far side of the bed where he could not see, set my bag down, pulled out my cotton squares and a few other essentials. I flung a box of condoms onto the bed, a bottle of lube, a leather paddle, a hand towel, walked back around the end of the bed and said to the leather daddy, “You fucking stink. If you’re going to stay and watch me use your slave you need to take a good shower, or you can leave and can come back when I call you.” The leather bear opened his mouth to object, thought better of it, nodded, got up, and walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and I soon heard the water running. The slave was still standing near the door, so I walked over, scooped the chain up, led him towards the bed, dropped the chain, and with my left hand reached out and stroked his dick which made him jump. He had a pretty good size dick for a bottom and he looked at me in confusion. I lowered my voice and whispered, “I bet your master doesn’t let you cum often does he? Here, put one of these condoms on your dick and jack yourself off. I’ll then put it in my bag and he will never know. I want you to have pleasure in this too and it will be our little secret. It’ll make my big dick really hard to see you jack off and I know you like having a big dick up your ass don’t you?” The slave smiled, nodded his head anxiously, I could see his hunger for my dick. I reached over, grabbed the box of condoms, tore one open and handed it to him. He slipped it over his dick, furiously jerking himself, as I leaned back in and said, “We don’t have much time. You may speak – what will make you cum quicker? My finger in your ass?” The slave was almost panting at that, he just nodded, so I let him watch as I stuck my right index finger in my mouth, spit it up real good, then turned him, spread his cheeks, and then rammed my finger into his dry chute. He squealed like a stuck pig, “Shhh,” I said, as now that my finger was in his hole I took my left hand and covered his mouth. I knew my right index finger was hurting him. It was supposed to. I always keep that nail longer, and the edges sharpened just so I can slice and dice the inside of an ass and get it ready for me to infect. I jabbed my finger harder and harder, his little chute tried to pucker up tight and fought me, but I cut my way through and while be beat his dick I began to finger his golden knob, messaging his prostate round and round making him sigh and moan into my hand. This was taking too long. “Come on boy. Shoot that fucking slave cum. Shoot that worthless faggot cum. If you want to get fucked by a real man’s dick you better shoot that cum faggot. Just wait until you feel my big dick up your ass, filling you up like your master can’t.” That did the trick. The slave’s chute tried to snap my finger off and his body trembled in joy as he shot a big load into the condom. I yanked my finger out, saw it was coated pretty good in red, turned the boy around, gently eased the condom off his dick and had to admire the load he shot. “Feel better now?” I asked. The slave smiled, nodded, “Stay there,” I ordered. I walked over to the bed, set the freshly filled condom on the bed near the pillows, laid one of my hand towels over it, picked up one of my cottons squares off the floor and rubbed my red-coated finger clean, walked back to the slave with another towel and whispered, “Here. Wipe your dick clean. Get off the cum. Now coat it with lube, just stand there looking in the mirror and jerk your dick. Get it hard again.” The slave nodded. I took the towel, laid it near the foot of the bed with my lube. The scene was set, time to get the action started. I went to the bathroom door and rapped on it hard with my knuckles, “Get the fuck out here. I don’t have all night to wait on your hairy ass.” The door swung open, the leather bear looked ashamed, he nodded, grabbed a towel and followed me back into the room as he dried himself off. “Much better,” I snarled. “You don’t smell like a fucking barn anymore. Time to work this piece of shit over. I told him I wanted to see if he could get that faggot dick of his hard. So far it looks like he’s got a cunt dick. Soft and worthless like a good slave huh. Sit back in that chair. I don’t want to see you touching your dick. You just watch. Understand?” The leather bear daddy nodded, sat back in the chair, I picked up the slave’s chain as he wiped his lubed covered hand off on his chest. I slapped his face hard, told him to lick my boats, and the leather bear started moaning in joy and agreement at just that. “Shut the fuck up!” I yelled. “I don’t need to hear the fucking peanut gallery. You sit there and WATCH and be QUIET.” After the slave licked my boots, I sat on the edge of the bed and had him undress me. When I stood up and my dick flew out, hard and ready to infect and breed, both the slave and the leather bear gasped a little. That was alright. I wanted them to be mesmerized by my dick and remember it well. I then made the slave bend over the bed, his chain rattling against the metal frame, as I used my paddle to beat his ass nice and red. By now the leather bear daddy’s dick was practically streaming precum and I caught him a couple times reaching for his dick, but one look from me and he jerked his hand back. Preliminaries were over. The blood had dried on the cuts I had made in the slave’s ass earlier, so it was time to open them up again and unload my infected cum. This slave might have come to MAL clean and negative, but he would go home carrying my POZ bug and it would happen right in front of his loving and protective leather bear daddy. The man who is supposed to keep him safe. The man who is supposed to ensure no harm comes to him. Dumb asses. I dragged the slave to the far side of the bed, deeper into the shadows. I slapped his face hard a couple times, forced him to his knees, shoved my dick in his mouth, then in disgust said, “You’re a worthless cock sucker. That mouth is a waste. Here, open your mouth, this is all your mouth is good for and you better hope your ass is better.” When the slave opened his mouth I inserted a big ball gag and tied it tight. Can’t have him telling his bear daddy what’s happening next. I yanked him back up, shoved him onto the bed, “Get on your fucking hands and knees, scoot back a little, you want this big dick? Think you can take it?” All the slave could do was whimper, so I said to the bear daddy, “You sure your slave can take me? It takes me a while to cum? You sure you want me to give it to him? Make his ass sore?” I could see him smile and his dick twitch and bounce as the bear daddy nodded, eager to see me give his slave what he couldn’t. I grabbed the slave’s chain, yanked on it hard, his head craned back as I drove my right index finger back in his pucker hole making him cry out and whimper into the ball gag. He strained against the collar trying to pull away, but I held tight. “You better not run. Your master is watching you. You want to make him proud don’t you? You want to serve him like a good slave right? Good, now you fucking faggot, toss those condoms back toward me and listen to your master tell you what a worthless slave you are and how he is going to punish you later for fighting me. Tell him asshole, tell him how worthless he is. Tell him I’m here because your fucking little dick ain’t shit and it’s time for his ass to feel a real man. Talk dirty. That shits gets me hard. Tell your slave how it humiliates you to see someone else give him what you can’t.” As the leather bear daddy did as he was told and started talking dirty to his slave, I made a grand show of grabbing the box of condoms, tearing one off, opening the packet up, mumbling about it not going on quick enough and pretending to squirt a big shot of lube on the slave’s hole. In reality I had only put small a squirt of lube on his ass and a light coating on my dick and in my ‘fumbling’ had dropped the condom from the packet into my bag on the floor. “Fucking faggot slave. Ready for this dick? I can’t hear you, I said I CAN’T FUCKING HEAR YOU!” and with that I rammed my raw dick into the slave’s already bloody ass. Every muscle in his body tensed and jerked like he had just been electrocuted and the leather bear got louder and more verbal as he saw his slave assaulted and knew it was hurting – he was fucking loving it. Immediately as the initial shock wore off the slave’s head snapped around, his neck straining, his eyes bulged as they met mine and I could tell he knew. He knew I was fucking him raw and there was not a damn thing he could do a about it. Shit I love that look of fear, realization, and the shimmers of desire for it, wanting it, needing my cum inside them. I have to admit he played the loyal slave part well and tried to buck and twist and get away, but I just dropped the chain, grabbed the collar around his neck, yanked him back and up against my body as I buried the rest of my bareback shaft in his hole and whispered so only he could hear, “Feel me? Feel that dick deep? I know this is what you want, and I will give it to you.” The slave started to struggle wildly to free himself from my raw fuck, so I slammed him face down on the bed, pulled his body back a bit so his ass was hanging off the edge of the bed and deep dicked him. The leather bear daddy was going crazy and was excited as hell and was literally pounding his fists on the arms of the chairs in excitement as he watched his slave get fucked and used. It only took several strokes of deep dicking before the slave relaxed and stopped fighting. The pure ecstasy of having a big, raw dick stroking his guts and opening that ass overwhelmed all other thoughts and feelings. “Look at your faggot slave,” I said to the bear daddy, “Pushing his ass back, he wants me deeper, harder.” I lifted my right leg and angled into his hole, making him whimper, and I could tell his ass was getting wetter and it was time for my first load. Hot scalding cum shot from the head of my dick into his quivering hole and I pulled almost all the way out to ensure some of shot directly into the bloody cuts I had made with my nail before sinking back in. To the leather bear daddy, I did not let on that I was cumming at all. As far as he knew, I was just mixing up my thrusts and angles. The slave however knew. He strained to turn his head again, his eyes begging and pleading. Maybe he wanted to say stop, but I knew he meant he wanted me to give it to him. Bottoms can always feel when I cum. I shoot hard into the walls, and its thick and sticky like oatmeal, and my dick pulses like a cannon with every shot of infection. The slave whimpered a little, turned his head back, and I continued pumping, working my load deeper and deeper. After another minute I slowed and said to the bear, “OK, shut the fuck up. Just watch and learn.” Leaving my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, I grabbed his collar with both hands lifted the slave up and off the bed, turned, sat on the bed and laid back. “Ride that dick faggot slave. Bounce on it. Open that ass up.” I wrapped the chain to the collar around my wrist in case he got any stupid ideas and watched as he sneakily tried to reach back and feel my raw dick. I rapped his hand with my knuckles, spread my legs, he got the idea and slowly started bouncing on my dick. I gave him just enough chain so he could get a good bounce, but not come all the way off. My poz cum had made my dick glisten and shine and with every bounce the slave made, he helped assure his own infection. Time for the second breeding. I leaned up, grabbed his collar tight and in one motion pulled him back onto my chest as I brought my feet up and wedged them on the edge of the bed. “Listen to your faggot slave moan,” I said to the leather bear who was still sitting and watching in his chair, “My dick is stretching his walls now, punching in with every thrust, now listen to him as I bust his hole open.” I paused, adjusted the slave’s body on top of mine, I let go of his collar, reached down and cupped both hands under his ass to pull it open wider and hold him in place, leaned to his right – away from his master – and whispered in his ear, “Time for the next load in your ass.” The slave mumbled, I am sure he said PLEASE, as I eased my throbbing dick all the way until just the tip of my head was nestled at his torn hole. I shifted my feet, then SLAMMED MY DICK THROUGH HIS ASS RING, TEARING HIM MORE, SHREDDING HIM UP, PREPARING HIS HOLE FOR MORE INFECTED CUM. The slave shook and trembled, and swung his head from side to side as I beat fucked him. I dug my nails deeper into the flesh of his ass cheeks to keep his hole in place as I busted in and out and in and out, and as his whimpering increased so did my need to unload so I picked up the pace, angling from side to side with each thrust, doing as much damage as I could. Again the leather bear daddy thought I was pausing to change positions, but I was seeding his slave’s hole again. With every burst of my infected cum into his sore ass, the slave whimpered and turned his head to try to nuzzle into me. His assring was in total spasm from being abused, and milked every drop I had. My dick was still in the slave’s ass when I turned my head and said to the leather bear daddy. “Pull your chair all the way back to the door to the room. I want your slave to be able to really see you good.” While he was moving his chair, I dropped my legs, pushed the slave forward and up and stood up with my dick still in his ass. The slave seemed somewhat dazed and confused so I led him to the spot between the end of the bed and the dresser the TV was on, told him to brace himself with one hand on the bed, the other on the dresser. He hung his head, I yanked his head back with the chain, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “You look in your Master’s eyes as he watches you take my poz load.” That revelation made the slave try to turn again, but I slapped his head hard and he stumbled as I ran him forward, driving his body against his leather daddy who was stunned and shocked and had put up in hands in self defense. He opened his mouth and I said, “SHUT THE FUCK UP. DON’T SAY A WORD YOU CUCKOLD SON-OF-A-BITCH. YOU’RE AS WORTHLESS AS YOUR FAG SLAVE. NOW YOU GET TO FEEL UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL HOW YOUR SLAV’ES BODY REACTS TO BEING FUCKED BY A REAL DICK!” I started to slam fuck the slave’s ass, his cum filled guts slurping and burping and making wet sloppy noises as he grunted, his face just inches from his leather daddy’s as I forced my poz cum deeper and deeper in his ass. I dropped the chain, took a step back, clawed my nails into the flesh of his hips and drove my dick hard up his hole as I pulled the slave’s body backwards to meet my dick. He was defenseless now. His ass was totally open and if his leather daddy could have looked down, he would have seen a glistening trail of cum and pink juice streaking the back of the boy’s thighs. The leather bear daddy’s eyes were wide as saucers now. His mouth was twisting in odd shapes as he forced himself to hold in any sound. The slave was whimpering louder, begging for me to finish my poz work, so I did. With the full force of my body I slammed the slave forward against his leather daddy sitting in the chair, wrapped both hands around the slave’s neck, squeezed his throat hard and exclaimed, “I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM, HOLY SHIT, FUCK, GIVE ME THAT FAGGOT SLAVE ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME…..UGGGGG….SHIT…..UGGGGG……” This load felt twice as big as the first and went on and on and the slave’s body shuddered and spasmed in response. I was breathing hard and took my time working my cum in, caring nothing for how the bear daddy or his slave may feel right then. It was all about me and my need to infect and breed. Still keep my semi-hard dick in the slave’s ass, I reached down, dug my nails back into the flesh of his hips, pulled him back a yard or so and gave his leather bear daddy my most wicked, evil smile. The bear daddy was breathing hard too and I looked, and he had shot his own load all up onto his stomach, his dark hair now matted in gobs of white. “Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?” I asked. He gulped and meekly replied, “I didn’t I swear. I just, it just, fuck. It just happened. I…..” I shook my head, “Whatever, go clean that off real good. I don’t want to smell your funk.” The leather daddy bear held his hands out like he was afraid to touch himself as he walked into the bathroom. I yanked my dick out of the slave’s used ass making him cry out into the ball gag, quickly dragged him by the chain back to the other side of the bed, moved the hand towel near the pillows aside, took the condom the slave had filled earlier and squirted a dob of lube on it, rolled it around, then flung it onto the carpet in front of the TV. The slave looked at me in realization and I just smiled. I then bent down, grabbed a couple of my cotton squares, roughly dabbed his hole to secure my treasure trove, dropped the chain and said, “Go fucking kneel by the condom.” I jumped into my pants to hide my cum coated dick, then slid a piece of paper out of my pocket, walked over to the kneeling slave, slid the paper between his collar and neck, and leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now.” I grabbed my boots and was just putting them on when the leather bear daddy came out of the bathroom. He looked at me, his slave kneeling, the used condom on the floor, he smiled wide, not having a fucking clue I just changed both their lives. I finished getting dressed, grabbed my bag, and pushed past the leather bear on my out without saying a fucking word to him. The elevator doors closed and I had to smile and wonder, what would the slave do to make sure his master did not find his ass full of cum? Hopefully this was a two-fer and once turned, the slave will then infect the leather bear daddy. I did not even make it to the next floor in the elevator before there must have been some fucking blue-light special tweet go out as it seemed the bottoms could smell cummy dick. Greedy slut bottoms were getting on at every floor it seemed. I just shook my head, they were all too easy, no I had something better in mind. At 11:55 I opened my front door and there sitting on the steps was the slave I fucked at the hotel. I held the door open as he walked in. I shut the door, he unzipped his leather jacket and held out the chain that was attached to his collar. I wrapped the chain around my left hand, pulled his cold body close, looked down in his eyes and snarled, “What the fuck are you doing here faggot slave? Where the hell is your master?” The slave shook a little, looked at the floor, and said, “Your note said ‘AIDS DICK – BE HERE BY MIDNIGHT’ so I am Sir. I…I left Master at the club, the one holding the Domination party. He…he..” I smiled, slapped his head, and said, “Good faggot. Time for you to learn how to worship an AIDs dick and to get your reward.”