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The next day dawn bright, hot and sunny once again. We spent the morning swimming and packing up our site. We didn’t bother with clothes, and oddly, nothing was said about the day before. About noon the two hunky cubs paddled up to our site. Their gorgeous hairy chests had me immediately springing a boner. I tried to hide it, but Peter was quickly kneeling in front with my cock down his throat. Both guys shucked their shorts as they confidently walked up to me and kissed me. Both had a hand on my ass and one of their fingers penetrated me. “Finally!” one exclaimed as he moved behind me. Peter moved off my cock long enough to say, “Dominate him, he’s just learning his submissive role.” The cub behind me needed no more encouragement. He spit on his 7 solid inches and plunged it balls deep into my tender ass. I screamed and it echoed down the lake. He didn’t wait to pound me, and it took a while for pleasure to mix in with the almost overwhelming pain. This transition was just started when he declared; “Take my fuckin load slut.” I couldn’t feel the load but the spasms of his cock and shudder of his body were unmistakable. Number two was immediately trusting into me. With the first guys cum as lube I didn’t want this onslaught to end. All too soon a long groan emitted from his mouth but clearly started from his groin and member unloading deep in my gut. Only then did Peter stand with some of my cum smeared on his lips. I must have unloaded without noticing. He was soon behind me and I was riding his familiar rock-hard tool. Only yesterday my ass had been a virgin, within ten minutes today I was impaled on my third raw cock. Two had already bred me and I was sure I wouldn’t be waiting long for load number three. And, I was loving this! After Peter came in me number two cub wasted no time crouching behind me and lapping at my sloppy hole. Number one cub joined him and licked the cum that had already dripped down my leg. I was bent over facing the lake and saw two canoes come around the point. There were four older shirtless guys who stopped paddling and were clearly mesmerized by the surprise sex show. Peter stroked his big meat and called out, “Come and get in the action if you want guys.” They quickly reached shore and were scrambling out of any clothes they had been wearing. The silver bear among them came straight to me and asked the cubs if they were prepping me for a fuck. “Nope’, responded the first, “Enjoying the three loads this slutty sub has already received.” “Then move out of the way, he won’t need anymore lube for this monster.” Only then did I realize his rock-solid rod was at least 12 inches long and thicker than a beer can. As he moved in behind me I cried, “I can’t take that!” “You can and you will, even if it splits you in two.” I was already screaming as the portobello mushroom head breached my outer ring. “Would one of you cubs do me? I always perform better if I’ve got a cock up my ass.” I couldn’t see which one stepped up, but from the silver daddies groan of pleasure I knew his rear door had been breached. It was only then that I noticed Peter was being spit roasted down by the shore. I short fat man the shape of a beach ball was giving the blowjob. An elderly pot-bellied guy was fucking his ass. Cub number 2 joined them, and his boner was soon planted in the old guy’s ass. My attention returned to the pain in my ass, which surprisingly was mixed with intense pleasure. I reached between my legs to find silver daddies’ huge raw cock was disappearing balls deep with each instroke. I could hardly believe this and was incredibly proud of myself at the same time. Cub number 1’s voice came over the intense sounds of sex all around the campsite. “I’m about to cum daddy bear, where do you want it.” “Fuck kid, no need to ask. Just breed me deep.” “Fuuuccckkkk Yyeeaaahhhh. Loadin your …” “Yeah, I can feel it …sending me over the edge.” Silver daddies’ unloading growl was in competition with the old guy breeding Peter. Pretty soon the beach ball fat guy’s cock was in my ass, and even quicker pumping his sperm into me. Only then did I notice the fourth of their party. A tall, slim, steely grey-haired guy I would guess in his mid forties. He was rolling a condom onto his thin straight 8” cock. I noticed a wedding band. His rubber clad cock was soon pistoning my slopy ass. It didn’t feel nearly as good as the raw ones, but my ass was thankful for the attention all the same. He fucked me for a long time. As he was doing so, I watched Peter pump a load into Cub #1. Cub number two bred Peter, and so did Silver Daddy. Then I felt the long slim cock slip from my ass. I heard the snap of the rubber as he removed it from his cock. He was already unloading as he pushed back into me. I was so fuckin happy I was getting his load that I didn't ask what that was about. My dripping ass became the centre of attention as everyone, excelt the tall slim guy, used, abused and bred me one more time. My hole would no longer close and cum was leaking out and down my balls and legs only a little slower than it had been pumped in. I was exhausted, but still able to keep track of the twelve loads that had painted my gut walls. I was dumfounded. Seven men had just used and abused me and the only one I knew anything about was my childhood friend Peter. How had I let this happen? Like a kid in a candy store I knew I wanted more as the three canoes paddled away. I turned to Peter. “I know we are supposed to go home this afternoon. But, after what just happened I can’t. I’m not ready to face my wife and kids. I understand if you must leave. I’ll paddle you to your car …” “No need. I’m here for you.” He was already unpacking the tent. As the sun set that night it was finally cooling off, so we lit a fire. We must have sat for ¾’s of an hour entranced by the dancing flames, not a word crossed our lips. Peter broke the silence. “Sorry bud. I think that was too much for you.” “Fuck yeah! How often does that happen to you?” “Not that much, sometimes, well enough. OK, often " he laughed. “I can’t believe that my ass was a virgin yesterday, and now 7 men have dominated and bred me.” “Fuckin hot, eh?” “Well yeah, but overwhelming to. And I just want more … … … How many guys have you had sex with?” “Oh shit. Lost track years ago. Hundreds, maybe even thousands.” “Holy shit! … … How can you be so comfortable with it?” “It’s just so natural for me. I started early and by 18 my brother, uncle and older cousin were fucking and breeding me three times a week. After leaving high school I play on a men’s soccer team. The first year I set the goal to suck off everyone of them before the end of the season. Exceeded my goal by also being bred by half of them and all our coaches.” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “Nope. I just love sex with men, I’m addicted to it.” “What about your wife?” “What about her?” “Does she know?” “Let’s just say she gives me lots of ‘hall passes’, just as I do with her.” I let that sink in for quite some time. Then a question occurred to me. “Why did that one guy wear a condom up until he unloaded in me.?” “Not sure, but I suspect he wanted to lower his chances of taking something home to his wife. Did you see his wedding ring?” “Something home?” “An STD. Wife and I bring stuff home all the time. You’ll need to get tested after the sex circus we had today.” “FUCK!!!!!” “It’s no big deal. The clinics are completely confidential.” I was too exhausted to talk anymore. We sat in silence for another fifteen minutes before Peter quietly announced. “I want to fuck you, I need to breed you one more time before I fall asleep.” That’s how I fell asleep with 13 loads in my ass only the day after I lost my virgin ass to my childhood friend. ….To be continued

It's still Sunday, and instead of saving this for next week, I've decided to give it to you now, knowing I left you on a cliffhanger. Enjoy! Part 40: Pastor Fucks Pastor (Pastor Kline’s Perspective) I sat in my living room, sick to my stomach, my mind playing over everything that happened since I saw Ben. He’d told me about his wife and the tension he had felt. He told me about how proud he was of Will. He told me about his son Jay and how he thought he was… free? I couldn’t understand why he had left the way he did. Had I said something I shouldn’t have? Was it possible that maybe he knew how I felt about him? Did he know that I’d only contacted him in the hopes of something happening between us? Did he know that I’m gay? Did he know that I’ve slept with his son? Did he know that his son had pozzed me? Did he— There was a knocking on my door, pulling me back from the catastrophe of the day. Another knocking brought me to my feet and running to the door. “Hello?” “Mark?” “Ben?” I unlocked the door, but before I could open it, the door flew open and Ben stormed inside, the door bouncing back. He pushed past me, his manner manic. He looked disheveled, his shirt untucked, his tie loosened. His hair was messed up. He looked so different from the man I had seen earlier that day. “Ben, what’s wrong?” “I can’t,” he said, moving further into my home, circling, pacing. “I can’t. I can’t.” “You can’t what?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t keep doing this,” he said, turning to me, his eyes wide. “I just… I can’t keep…” “Ben, what’s wrong?” I grabbed his shoulders, trying to stop his moving. He was breathing heavily, his eyes slightly red. “Are you alright? What’s going on?” “I’m a horrible person,” he said. “What? No, you’re not.” “Yes, I am,” he said. “I’m horrible. I’m a horrible person.” “No, you’re not.” “I’ve always been a horrible person,” he said. “Ben, sit down.” I brought him to a chair, helping him to sit as he tried to slow his breathing. “Do you want something to drink?” “No,” he said. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” I asked, sitting across from him. He started to nod, but he quickly started shaking his head. “I feel… I feel so… so… ashamed!” “Why?” I asked. “Because,” he said. “There’s a darkness in my heart that I can’t remove.” “What are you talking about?” “I’ve tried to pray it away,” he said. “I tried to smother it. I tried to hide it so far down inside me so it wouldn’t come back.” “What are you talking about?” “My son,” Ben said, “I’ve always looked down on him. I’ve always looked at him as if he was something awful, someone who I should be ashamed of.” “I don’t understand,” I said. “What has Will—” “Not Will,” he said, staring at me, confused. “Jay.” “Jay?” Ben shook his head. “I always knew my son was wild. He turned from his faith long ago. He ran as far from me as he could. I built a wall up against him, wanting to distance myself from him and his choices. Whenever we speak, it’s strained. He hates me.” “He doesn’t hate you.” “He does,” Ben said. “I just spoke to him. I called him. Even before I could really say a word, he shouted at me and hung up. He didn’t even let me explain to him that I… that I…” “That you what?” Ben stared at me. “He doesn’t know that he and I are exactly the same.” “What? What do you mean?” Ben’s chin shook as he held back tears. “I’m not the pure man you think I am. I’m not good. I’ve… I’ve sinned. I’ve sinned so many times.” “Ben, we all have,” I said. “All men have—” “No,” Ben shouted, sending me back. “I’m not a good, pure man. Before you met me, before I went to college, I… I wasn’t pure. I hadn’t kept myself pure for my wife.” I stared at him, his words sinking in. “You weren’t… a virgin?” Ben hung his head. “I slept with my girlfriend at the time, but not only her. I slept with dozens of women. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. There was this… urge inside me. I couldn’t keep myself clean. My sexual deviance consumed my thoughts.” “Ben, you were a young man,” I said. “All young men, all men have strong sexual urges.” “But I’m not meant to,” he said. “I’m a man of God. I’m meant to be pure. I’m meant to resist all sexual urges, but I couldn’t. My son… my son is just like me. I see so much of myself in him. I see his choices as my own. But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is… is…” “Is what?” He looked at me, a tear running down his cheek. “I want to be him.” I leaned back in my chair. “What?” “I want to live like him,” Ben said. “I know it’s wrong. I know that I’m a married man with sons. I know that I’m meant to be a respectable man, a godly man everyone is meant to look up to, but that’s not who I am inside. All I want is what my son has. He is free. He sleeps with anyone he wants. He does whatever he wants without the fear of ramifications.” I watched in awe as Ben’s moral compass collapsed. I saw him crave the sin Jay and Will bathed in. I saw him struggling with the same darkness that had tortured my soul for decades. Never, in all the years I had craved this man, had I believed him to be as sinful as me. As sinful as Jay. As sinful as Will. Well, I thought, knowing the deepest secret we all hid deep inside ourselves, not as sinful as he might think. “I tried to tell my son,” Ben said. “I tried to confess to him, to Jay. I wanted to speak to someone, hoping he wouldn’t judge me. I didn’t want Will to know, to look at me any differently, but even Jay wouldn’t listen. He hates me so much that he doesn’t even want to speak to me.” “He feels hurt,” I said. “He feels—” “He’s gay,” Ben said. “What?” “Jay,” Ben continued. “He told me he’s gay. He said it as if it was one final slap to my face. He said it to hurt me. He said it to make me hate him.” Ben covered his face with his hands, his breathing heavy. “He still doesn’t know that… that I am… that I’m also…” I reached out and pried his hands off his face, holding his chin steady. His tearful eyes stared into mine. I leaned forward, moving carefully, and lightly pressed my lips on his. It was the moment I had always hoped for. It was the moment I had always desired more than anything. In that moment, I knew I was risking everything, just as he had with his confession. I waited, only my lips moving, only my desire made known. I started to pull back, my heart sinking, knowing I had read the situation wrong. I had been entirely wrong. “Ben, I—” Ben grabbed my head and pulled me into a deep kiss, holding me tight. I could taste him. I finally found myself pulled into the hold of the first person I ever truly loved. His hands let me go, our lips parting. I moved back, watching his face as I saw him thinking over everything he had just done. It was brief, but there was a small smile. “I hope I read that right,” I said, clearing my throat. Ben laughed, wiping tears away. “Yes,” he said. “You read that right.” “Good,” I said. “If I hadn’t, I would have just fucked up my life.” “That’s funny. I was thinking the same thing.” “Don’t worry,” I told him. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I promise. Your secret is safe with me.” Ben nodded, collecting his composure. “Can I tell you something?” I asked. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. I mean, a long time. Decades.” “Really?” Ben said. “Well, I can’t exactly say the same thing, but I’m flattered.” “Haven’t you ever… you know… been with another man?” “No,” Ben said, a bit too loud. “I’m sorry. No, I haven’t. Like I said, I only ever slept with women. Then I got married. After that, I’m ashamed to say, I slept with several more women.” “From your church?” “No,” he said. “Never someone I knew. I only ever slept with women who were strangers to me, women I’d never see again. I couldn’t silence my urges, but I made sure the truth wouldn’t hunt me down.” “The truth always does,” I told him. Ben nodded. “At some point in my life,” he said, “there came a time when my sexual urges started to change, to transform. I started noticing the men around me. I started feeling a sexual pull toward them. I tried to trick myself into believing that it was only because I had started to keep myself contained. I had tried, once my sons were born and growing, to keep myself true to my wife. The way she treats me now is how she has always treated me. I’ve always found myself running from her. I tried to believe that she was the reason for why I felt this way toward other men. I prayed. I prayed for God to silence the urges, but they wouldn’t disappear. Instead, they grew stronger. I lusted after the men of my church. I wanted them. I tried to create scenarios in which one of them would find himself alone with me, discovering desires they never knew they had. I wanted another man to want me.” “But you never did?” “Never. I fought hard, especially once Will became a pastor. I didn’t want to shame him, but everything Jay did with his life only fueled the fire inside me. I saw the life he lived, and I wanted it. I wanted it so badly. My wife and I haven’t had sex in years. My urges started to grow stronger. For some reason, as we talked today, I found them rising back to the surface, stronger than ever before.” “And your son being gay…” “Jay and I are more alike than I already knew,” he said. “I think I owe him an apology.” “Maybe,” I said. I reached out my hands, holding his. “Now that you’ve told me all of this, what now?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, what do you think you owe yourself?” Ben looked deep into my eyes, and I got lost in his. “I'm here with you,” he finally said. “If you’ll have me.” I smiled, nodding. I stood up and started toward the stairs, Ben following behind. As we walked, I started to unbutton my shirt and undue my belt, Ben following my lead. I wanted to relish the sight of this gorgeous man stripping his clothing, revealing himself to me for the first time. Here we were, two men of God, casting off the costumes that we wore for the world, revealing to each other the true passion beneath. “Are you sure?” I asked as we reached the bedroom door, only our underwear remaining. “What does this tell you?” Ben grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring my own, tasting me. We stumbled into the bedroom, and I fell back onto the bed, looking up at the gorgeous man standing in front of me. No, he wasn’t as fit as Will or Jay, but he was just as hairy, and his body was, to me, the greatest sight I’d ever seen. I pulled my underwear off, revealing my body to him, allowing him to see the man he had revealed his soul to. Ben smiled as he looked at me, filling me with an overwhelming rush of joy, almost orgasmic. “I hope you won’t be disappointed,” Ben said, moving his hands to the waistband of his underwear. “I could never be,” I said. “You could never disappoint me.” He slid his underwear down, letting them fall to the floor, kicking them out the door and into the hall, grabbing my own and throwing them out too. I stared at his body, my eyes falling down to his magnificent cock which was already getting hard. It looked as if he was the thickness of Jay but also the length of Will, creating the perfect example of a penis. His balls, the source of two of the sexiest men I knew, hung low and were of a considerable size. “What do you think?” he asked, reaching down and giving his dick a tug. “I think it’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen,” I told him. “No wonder you fucked so many women. With a cock like that, what other choice do you have?” Ben smiled and then climbed up onto the bed, hovering over me, looking down with a burning passion I couldn’t wait to be consumed by. He leaned down and kissed me, his body pressed against mine. I was consumed by his warmth, my hands reaching for his back so I could pull him down on me. I wanted to ravage him, to explore every aspect of his body until there wasn’t anything of Ben Ryder that I didn’t know by heart. “Wow,” he said, breaking the kiss. “You have really wanted this.” “You have no idea,” I said. Ben looked down at his cock, a steady stream of precum leaking out. “Looks like I won’t be needing any lube. Unless, you have some…” “No,” I said. “I’m fine. I trust you.” Ben smiled, kissed me again, and then pushed himself back up, towering over me. He looked like a god. “Ready?” “I’ve been ready for years,” I told him, my legs lifted up, revealing my hole. “I’ll go slow,” he said, directing his cock head toward my puckered hole. “Don’t,” I told him. “I can’t wait. I need you inside me.” Ben smiled and then pressed his cock against my hole, forcing his thick, burning dick into my body. I felt myself shaking, months of being fucked by Will, Peter, and Dom not enough to open my body to a man as magnificent as Ben. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Keep going,” I said. Ben hadn’t mentioned anything about a condom, and I didn’t want him to notice as the high of the moment had not yet disappeared. If I kept him inside of me and got him fucking my ass, he’d fail to notice, and I’d feel him shoot his load deep inside my guts. I could feel every inch entering me. I watched as his face contorted to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he entered me, filling me. “Fuck me,” I told him, his eyes meeting mine. “Fuck me hard.” Ben smiled. “I’ve waited so long for a man to tell me that,” he said. He started thrusting into me, his cock hitting my prostate and driving me wild. Everything I had felt when I had been fucked by Will was multiplied as the man of my deepest desires drove his cock deep into my body, filling me in ways no one else ever could. I watched the sweat pouring down Ben’s face, admiring his heaving chest as he kept up the pace, drilling my hole. He fucked just as well, if not better, than the men half his age. He was everything I ever wanted, and now I had him. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck me!” “You like that?” “Fuck me harder,” I cried. “You want my load?” he taunted. “Here it comes.” I was lost in the moment, knowing that I was to be filled with the seed of this righteous man. Every hope I had ever had in connection with this moment was being fulfilled. “Dad?” I heard the voice, and I instantly knew who was standing in the doorway. I sat up, grabbing for sheets, trying to cover myself as my eyes rested on the shocked expression of Will Ryder. I watched as he looked from me to Ben, time slowing down around us. Ben climbed off the bed, turning to his son, his cock, swelling from his needed release, ejaculating ropes of his cum all over the floor. ___________________________________________________________________ I tried several versions of how to get Ben to this point and into Pastor Kline's bed. I hope this didn't disappoint. I know there's a lot of dialogue, but I felt it was needed. I couldn't just have Ben jump into bed with no consideration for how he got there. Anyway, thanks for reading this far!

I booked a session with my therapist as soon as I could. I got to a sexual health clinic even sooner. And, by the middle of the week I spilled the beans to my wife. Well not all the beans, not all the vivid details. Just that I found men more attractive than women, and I confessed I’d had ‘an encounter’ while away. She was not overly surprised and surprisingly supportive, despite her own fears of what this might mean for our marriage. Over the next month we each read everything we could find about how other couples had worked out ‘arrangements’ to stay together. I was so relieved when my STD tests came back negative. We had refrained from sex until I got those results. The night after I got them, we tried to make love, but my heart and body were just not into it. My soul had found an essential part of itself. I could not longer deny why hairy chests were such a magnet for my eyes and sex drive. It felt like it was tearing my heart from my chest but within six months I not only moved out I relocated to the other side of the continent. I actual camped and drove myself across the country. On the second day of the drive, I got confirmation that as terrified as I was about these choices it was the right thing to do. I had stopped for a quick lunch at a truck stop. I took a stool at the counter. The waiter was a cute young man. I was a bit confused because I could have sworn he was flirting with me as he took my order. Before he brought my food, instead of bringing my coffee he placed a large mug of cold beer in front of me. “Ah …. Um … I didn’t order beer …” “Yeah, I know. That guy bought it for you.” His eyes motioned toward a truck driver at the end of the u-shaped counter. My heart actually began to flutter, and my cock instantly sprung a boner as the driver’s eyes caught mine when I looked to see who was offering this gift. I quickly took in his bright, penetrating, bedroom blue eyes; a confident warm friendly smile, the slight nod of his head as he knew he had captivated my attention. It was as if my eyes were being pulled by a flesh magnet, and I couldn’t look away from his big boned sturdy body, his longish dirty brown curly hair, his five o’clock shadow: but, mostly, his loose fitting clean white t-shirt that someone had altered with pinking shears. The sleaves had been raggedly cut off with almost all the sides well down his torso. The neck had been cut into a deep v. Only small straps remained over his strong shoulders. The thick hair on his powerful chest spilled out the v and the slashed sides. The edge of one dark nipple peaked out for anyone and everyone to see. He was my perfect image of sexy! Knowing he had my attention he reached up through the bottom of his t and winked as he tweaking the semi exposed nipple. I knew I must be blushing as my face burned. The cute waiter flirtingly suggested I might need to cool down with a sip of beer. I picked up the mug in a toasting gesture toward my handsome admirer and mouthed ‘thank you’. He continued to smile, joined me in the toast by hoisting his mug, and mouthed back ‘enjoy’. My food arrived and I did my best to stay focused on eating it. About halfway through a presence moved onto the stool beside me. Between forkfuls I had resorted to guzzling my beer, my mug was almost empty. Placing his hand on my bare thigh (I always wear shorts in warm weather) he asked if he could buy me another. I quickly responded, “I shouldn’t.” As his hand left my thigh, reached up under his shirt, emerging into view through the v to rub his hairy chest he said. “Oh, I think you should.” And there was his captivating wink again. That’s when our cute waiter arrived with two more mugs. I knew I was trumped, we toasted our mugs and I watched as he proceeded to chug his beer. Glug, glug, glug … his beautiful Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. He expertly didn’t spill a drop. Seeing his mug empty I tipped mine to my mouth intending to take a large guzzle. I took too large a mouthful, choaked, and proceeded to spill much of the rest down the front of my shirt, soaking my crotch. As I tried in vain to mop up my mess, he ordered two more mugs. The waiter tripped as he arrived to deliver them. They smashed on the counter and sprayed both the trucker and me. Our clothes were soaked. What was left of that skimpy white t-shirt was now transparent. My eyes bugged out. He quickly pulled it over his head and wrung it out into his mouth. “Looks like we need to go to my truck cab and get out of these.” His eyes held mine. “Ah …. ah … ah…” I stuttered. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the counter. “Let’s go.” Before leaving he handed the waiter a crisp new $50 bill. “Keep the change.” His rig was covered with chrome accents and sparkled it was so clean and buffed. As he climbed to open the cab door my eyes looked directly at his round firm butt filling his tight blue jeans. He reached down to offer me a hand to help pull me up. The inside of the cab was as spotless and tidy as the sheen on the outside. He immediately moved into and invited me back to the spacious sleeping cab. He was already slipping off his jeans by the time I got there. Commando, I was confronted with his semi-hard thick cock. I froze into my typical deer caught in headlights. “Come on guy, it won’t suck itself.” he laughed. When I still didn’t move, he said; “Come on! You know why you followed me here.” I quickly dropped to my knees and engulfed his beer-soaked cock. It hardened and he fucked it deeper and deeper until it was hitting my tonsils. He only stopped when I started to gag and cough. He then stood me up, stripped me and bent me over his bunk. His five-o’clock shadow was soon scratching my ass cheeks and his tongue probing my hole. This continued for a deliciously long time. I was enjoying it so much that I was disappointed when he stood me, turned me around, pushed me on my back and pulled me forward so my ass was hanging over the edge. I instinctively lifted and spread my legs; the mushroom head of his now huge cock didn’t miss a beat as it started teasing my hole. “I need to see your face as I claim your hole man.” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice; “Fuck, I don’t think I can take that.” “What you a virgin or something.” The lust grew in his eyes. “No. I’ve been fucked. My first time was six months ago, but there’s been nothing up there since.” “So, some other guy took your cherry. Damn sorry it wasn’t left for me.” “Well … um … actually seven guys. Peter broke me in, and the next day six strangers and Peter used me.” “Used you? Did you suck them.” “Well yeah … and they all fucked me and came in my ass … … several times actually.” “Nice!” With no further ado he hoarcked on his cock and his mushroom head breached my ring. One of his hands went over my mouth to stifle my scream. He started to push in little by little continuing to add spit for lube. I couldn’t take it anymore, grabbed his but cheeks and rapidly pulled him into me balls deep. The relief was almost instantaneous. It was his turn for his gorgeous eyes to roll into the back of his head. Then he kissed me passionately and started to thrust. Between his spit, precum, and my ass juices the lubrication was spot on. I wanted a video recording from my view of this gorgeous blond hunk looming over my prone body and pushing his huge cock in and out of my hole. He had amazing stamina. He would work himself up into a frantic state, so I was sure he was ready to explode and then he’d back off, as in slow down. He’d push in deep almost crushing me, hold it there and proceed to kiss me passionately for ten or so minutes. Then the fuck would continue. Frantic, slow, hold, kiss and repeat. Again and again. I finally confessed my legs hurt. He continued to fuck me moving me into three or four other positions. I was like putty in his strong hands and loved the feel of our naked hairy bodies connecting. A couple hours passed in these coital gymnastics. When he had me back in missionary his face disappeared into my ass for the most intense rimming I could imagine. When he stood, he was holding his huge, ridged cock pointed at my now aching hole. “You ready for the grand finally?” I just nodded my head. Even though it was hurting like hell my ass was so relieved to have him back inside. We both panted and groaned as he drove into me like a pile driver. He just went on and on and on. When I was beginning to think maybe he wasn’t able to cum, wondered if I was doing something wrong, he pinned me down, pressing my body into the mattress like in a vice, threw back his head, and his open mouth emitted a powerful groan as his entire body began to shake and shudder. My fingers found his taint as it was pulsing blast after blast as deep into my gut as his cum could reach. He collapsed with the full weight of his body onto me, and we both panted to regain our breath. I was surprised to feel the cab shift as I heard the door open. I realized company was arriving. Soon, the cute waiter appeared through the door of the sleeping cab. He was quickly stripping. “Fuck man, my smoke break is almost done. I knew you were still fucking as I watched the cab rock. I began to think I would never hear you cum man. Get off him. I only have time left for a quick pump and dump.” The trucker was off of me and the cute waiter in me before I had time to protest. Not that I thought of protesting. True to his word after about five quick pumps he was spraying my gut walls with his copious sperm. As quickly as he had arrived, he jumped off me, pulled on his clothes, and left. The trucker was sitting on the end of the bed grinning and stroking his huge hard cock. “How many times have you two done this. It was all planned out wasn’t it.” “Fuck yeah man. Dozens of times. I’ve been doing this route for four years. We manage this every two or three weeks. He’ll be pissed he had to breed you so quick. Help me out, would yah? Stick around ‘til the end of his shift.” I didn’t need convincing but his hot mouth on my ready cock made sure I wasn’t going anywhere soon. We 69ed for a good while before he was sucking out my ass. After he snowballed a good wad into my mouth, he lowered his hairy ass into my groin. My cock slid up and down his crack until he reached for it, aimed it at his hole and pushed it in with a deep sighing; “Fuck yeah man. I need this.” No lube. I fucked him in a number of positions for the next hour. How I held off that long I’ll never know. I finally asked; “I’m so fuckin close, where …” “In me, don’t ask, breed me.” I already had. As we were recovering his shortwave radio came to life. “Hey bud. By the rockin of your wheels it looks like you’re havin fun. You got some tail you’re willin to share?” He looked at me. “He’s another trucker, big bear, I know you’ll like what he has to offer.” Before I could answer he bounced out to the radio and called his friend to join us. By the tip of the cab as the door opened, I knew his buddy must be big. I still wasn’t prepared for the 6’4” 300 pound giant that entered shirtless into the sleeping cab. Every inch of his torso, front and back. were covered with thick black hair. His work boots, pants and underwear quickly ripped off, he was on top of me. Turning to his buddy he said. “I’m gonna assume he’s lubed and ready to go.” “Yup, mine, and one from our cute waiter.” His solid member wasn’t as long as our host but it was almost twice as thick. This didn’t stop him from ploughing into me with no preparation. For the next twenty minutes his sweating body and pounding tool dominated me. Our hosts once again hard cock was fed to my mouth. They both climaxed at the same time. I was given a pass for the next round. I was horny as hell watching our host trucker take a pounding and breeding from the massive bear. The bear then lay on his back and our host directed my cock into the deep, dark, sweaty, hairy hole. I was mounted again for a sandwich fuck culminating with yet another load pumped into me, mine into the bear and the bear’s hitting the cab ceiling and wall. “Holy fuckin shit. Look at the time. We’ve gotta get these rigs moving. Don’t forget to hookup with the waiter. He’ll be leaving from his shift.” The two rigs left the lot as I headed for my car still trying to wrestle myself back into my smelly beer stained clothes. The waiter was leaving the restaurant and called me over. He took me out back behind a dumpster and took his time breeding my ass. He didn’t worry about keeping quite and before I stood straight again four more strangers’ cocks had been in me and left their silky deposits. Tuckers, cooks, dishwasher; I had no idea. I could hardly walk. But, I knew I had made the right choice to leave my marriage and get as far out of my hometown as I could manage. To be continued

1. I don’t get it … why lie? When you pull his pants off, you’re going to see the reality of it! 2. I’ve said it thousands of times. The size of a dick makes no difference to me. I’ve had plenty of guys with the big dick who didn’t know what to do once they stuffed their cock up my ass. And there are plenty of guys with small meat, who have climbed on top and fucked me to the point that my eyes rolled back in my head.

I had sex with this greek taxi driver in my early 20s. He was a bi, super down low, early 40s, married dad with a whole lot of kids. He was a curious lurker on the site, but I wanted him and we talked a bit. I promised he could top as much and as long as long he liked and eventually he said yes. He was scruffy-handsome and crazy hairy, like his chest had proper fur. I've got a kink for dad dick and I love hair, so it felt great getting tangled up with such a hairy guy and feel his hard dad dick. I can see how he ended up with so many kids. This guy had stamina. Said I was the second guy he'd been with and his first time fucking a guy, which I believe. He was horny for it and wanted to get a hotel room, and after some kissing and blowing we got down to him fucking me with a condom on. He felt great, I had my first anal orgasm with him. Then I felt him cum. I immediately was sure the condom had broken. I could feel his dick pulsing and I felt this slippery, hot liquid sensation inside my butt. I was 100% a condom user at this point, but this felt amazing. I was tiny bit freaked at being cum in, but I figured he was telling the truth about me being his first guy fuck. When he pulled out the condom was actually fine and full of cum. He just shoots huge loads. I was a relieved and kind of disappointed. We fucked for several hours, always with a condom, and he felt as good every time he cum. But the idea was planted. I kept daydreaming about him fucking me rawdog with our hairy chests tangling up and feeling him bucking and shooting hot cum inside me. I was sure it would feel even more intense. I asked him later to meet up again and do it like that. I believed what he said about being his first time so I was down for it. But he felt guilty about cheating on his wife and we never met again. I didn't find another guy I felt ok doing it with until PrEP came along, then I just went for it like I wanted to with a totally random hookup. I wanted to feel liberated, and I did when I let him cum in me without a condom.

I was waiting for 2 regular tops to come over and was playing with my hole and the 7 loads I already when there the doorbell rang, I thought it was my fuck buddies so opened the door wearing nothing but my chastity and holding the 10" dildo up my hole, only to find a delivery guy (looked really good and only 20yrs) holding a package 🙈 I was speechless and he just smirked and asked if I wanted him to replace the toy so I let him in, he had me bent on the living room sofa, yanked the dildo and rammed a thick 7" cock. very quickly he noticed the cum in my hole and picked up the pace, started calling me a worthless cumdump and within 5 minutes he flooded me with load #8. i cleaned him with my mouth and as he opened the door telling me he enjoyed fucking me and would love to come back so we exchanged info, my 2 fuck buddies were at the door. Then they both just came in and we continued fucking. i love when they fuck together cause they have great rhythm when they double fuck me (both are 8") both loaded me with 2 loads With now 12 loads flooding me I and waiting for more to cum, already have 3 more lined up and still looking for more.

Had a productive Sunday. I was set to visit a friend in the afternoon and he lives in the gay area of the city so I prepped in the morning and headed down early. I saw a guy online who has bred me once before and I messaged him. He let me know he was hungover & horny, sent me his address & buzzcode, and told me to strip at the door and find him in the bedroom. He's really sexy, mid 40s Middle Eastern guy who loves being called daddy and talking about seeding his boy. I sucked him off, climbed up on him, and milked his cock with my hole while he went on about how bad daddy needed this and what a good boy i was being helping daddy with his hangover. He was getting close so he flipped me onto my back and shoved in deep till he was filling me up. As I was getting dressed I opened Grindr and there was a top who had sent me his dick pics. Big black cock, lucky me. Checked his profile and was not very attracted to his face plus he was quite overweight but he was only 40 feet away and he confirmed he lived in the same building as the first top (I wonder how many sluts like me have gone from one of their apartments right to the other and if they plan it). Seeing as I'm an absolute cumdump, I popped over to his place and got doggy on his bed, feeling incredibly cumhungry after the first load. He offered poppers so I huffed on those while he pounded at my sloppy hole. Doggy really is the ultimate position and it's hot when fat guys kinda rest their belly on top of my ass while they drill my hole. He was a quiet fucker but his long strokes felt amazing and eventually I heard his breath quicken right before he let out a big groan and gave me load #2. Satisfied with that, I thanked him and headed to brunch with my friend, feeling so happy to have 2 strangers loads marinating in my sloppy hole for the rest of the day 🙂

It intense how it makes you become like one, but it needs the right kind of guy. Always happy find one who is up for that kind of experience. But like you said a bit rare. Hookup app bottoms have been rubbish around here lately. Most want a load but not letting me fuck them much. But I want a full experience. I've got excited about topping him, so I want to feel like I've properly had the guy I want to fuck, even if it's just a few minutes so that his warm hole makes me cum. It's when I can feel him relax inside and that familiar squeezing and his body response that tells me he's enjoying it, that's when I get really turned on and feel ready to cum in him. You can tell when it's feeling good for him, even if he's one of those quiet guys or a guy who doesn't want to admit how good it feels. And that's when I want to pump a load in him, when he's fully given his butt to me. We've got a lot of down low workmen and army types around here, many of them low mileage bottoms or virgin, and they're often a lot better than the out gay guys. They'll let me fuck them sometimes and it's great, but I'm not going to be a dick and ride an inexperienced guy for half an hour. Sometimes the best way is finding a guy, doesn't matter if he's 20 or 45, just as long as he's low experience bottoming or a virgin and teaching him how to enjoy bottoming over a period of time, not just to get in the habit of taking awkward pokes for loads. Bi guys like me who've been in long term relationships with a woman usually understand the skill a top can have in giving someone pleasure with their dick and let me do my thing in them, so they're good to look out for.

Last night in the sauna, my partner is on a business trip and left me alone and horny so I cleaned up and went there, stripped when I got in and headed to the dark room. It was pleasantly full of men so I knew I was up for a good time. Bent over and waited no longer than 2 minutes before I felt someone behind me pressing his cock in me. I was prelubed and primed with a dildo before leaving home so he slid in easily. after he came he was replaced by the next one and I had the pleasure of cleaning his cock. this went for a while and I was on all fours, on my back and on the fuck bench taking load after load till after about 10 I was led to the main sling room which was free for me to climb. one of the daddies put a blindfold on me and I just smiled and offered my cum filled hole to anyone who wished to unload. i spent there about 5 hours and I lost count on how many loads I took, I just know I was leaking cum so badly cause I was gaping all the way home (lucky it was a short walk of shame lol)

It’s where you take random frozen loads in a condom and fill it til full then use it as a cum dildo. I collect loads out cruising from discarded condoms as well as get guys to send me loads in the mail for me to use on my boys.

Why...cause a wet ass on my bare cock feels good!

So this story is inspired by Sppermpig's Mall Santa story, but not really directly based on it. Mall Santa Gets The Gift for Christmas So I was down and out of luck lately. I got laid off from my job, my wife left, and I had to short sell my house to pay off bills. With what little equity money I had left over I bought a small, older, beat up camper van and I've been living in it while looking for work. The job market really sucks right now so the only job I have been able to find is as a Mall Santa. It doesn't pay well or have any benefits but the mall manager lets me park my RV back behind the mall near the loading area and hook up to the power outlet there. I don't really have to work too hard to pull off the Santa thing. I'm an older, fat, germanic guy with long hair and a beard. About all I had to do was get my hair made a little more grey and get some of those round small spectacles made in my prescription. The Santa Suit fits me with no extra padding needed. Anyway, I'm not into children at all so this wasn't exactly a stimulating gig, plus the lady they have playing Mrs. Claus is kind of a ball buster, and the Elf is a bit of a tease. He recognized me as a faggot from day one and despite being a very small and skinny guy, other than a little "dad bod" gut, at probably barely over 5' compared to me being over 6', he has a real horse dick that dwarfs my tiny nub. I know all this because the first day after work he stopped by my RV bringing a 6 pack of beer and it wasn't long before I was on my knees slurping on his monster dick. It wasn't long after that he greased up my ass and his dick and pounded and filled my hole with his hot load. He really got into it, grunting and making me moan and him whispering in my ear "breeding that fat ass" as he came deep inside me. I forgot to mention that "Mrs Claus" is actually the Elf's wife. He's obviously told her about what is going on because they both love to shoot me taunting looks and make gestures towards me when nobody is looking. Most days it was parents, often just mothers bringing their kids to see Santa. Sometimes maybe an Aunt or Grandma. While the Elf and Mrs Claus keep the kids busy with cookies and candy, the chaperones have a word with Santa to set up the conversation. Occasionally one of them will try to hit on Santa when they are telling me what I should ask the kids and if I should tell the kids somethhing they're going to get. That sort of thing. If only they knew Santa has nothing for them but maybe some oral service and would be more interested in sleeping with their husbands! Anyway one day a bunch of older kids stopped by, obviously bored and hanging out at the mall. I'd guess them late high schoolers based on one wearing a Varsity letter jacket and the giveaway the class of this year so they'd be graduating soon. One by one they came up and told me what they wanted for xmas. It was obviously a big joke foor them. The girls were playing their best cock teases thinking they were giving Santa a boner. I played along but you know, my days of going after young poontang are long gone. There was one hold out, a young man who was having none of it. He had been talking to Mrs Claus and the Elf while the others were having their fun. He had to be dared by his friends to do it, and come up to sit on Santa's lap. When he came up he spoke to me softly so his friends wouldn't hear... something I wasn't expecting to hear. That he was going to come back after closing time and make me suck his dick. Apparently the Elf and his wife have quite the "gaydar" and clued him in about me, but unlike me this kid is the dom top type. And that did make my little nub tingle. Telling him loudly so all his friends could hear "I promise to make all your Christmas wishes come true!", they went on their way. I was back in my RV and getting out of my suit and opening up a beer as I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't sure if it was the Elf or the kid. Looking through the peephole I saw it was the kid so I let him in and asked him if he wanted a beer, knowing he was under age (for drinking, he'd told me he had just turned 18). Oh well. He took it and took a couple swigs then told me to strip and get on my knees as he opened his belt and let his dick loose. I did as he asked and took his dick in my mouth. He told me how much he likes a big fat ass and how he's been secretly banging the jock in the varsity jacket all year behind both of their trophy girlfriend's backs, but he just doesn't have the cushion I do. He turned me around and started fingering my hole and then unceremoniously slammed his dick in causing me to moan out in both pain and pleasure. His dick was at least as long as the Elf, and even thicker. Well, then the whole story started to come out. As he was pounding me he grunted into my ear that he and the Elf and his wife had been fucking for years... But then something I really wasn't expecting as I felt his balls start to pull up and his movements became faster and more erratic and his breathing heavier. He roared out "take my POZ load you bitch". Then I understood what the Elf was talking about when he used the term "breeding" and why he was so gaunt and sinewy. But I figured it was probably too late anyway. After that day the kid came back several times to fill me, and a couple times he was joined by the Elf and his wife, who watched and teased me the whole time. I told you she was a real ball buster and she loves humiliating tiny cocked faggots like me. Sure enough the day after xmas as I was having to find another place to park my RV, my Santa gig having finished up, I came down with a bad case of the flu. And I knew what it must be. A trip to the free clinic to be tested confirmed it. Poz and a sky high viral load. Luckily enough the Elf and his wife have an acreage on the edge of town and they invited me to bring my RV out to their place. So now I'm still getting daily visits from them to recharge my ass and humiliate me. A couple of times a week the kid stops by to add his hot loads too to make sure my VL remains pegged. I'm still looking for work, more than a few hours a week I get at the Mall doing janitorial work -- the mall manager is a nice guy. But of course I don't have any health insurance so I haven't been able to go on any meds. Oh and the mall manager? Yeah, I'd been taking loads from him on and off since before I got the Santa gig, that's how he knew me, we met at one of the adult bookstores. He still stops by a couple times a month when he gets horny. I'm not sure if he's aware of the risk he's taking plowing my poz ass these days. The thought of him taking those chances kind of turns me on. Last time I was in his assistant told me that he was sick at home being nursed by his wife so who knows. Next year I may have to use some padding if I want to pull of the Santa thing, because I'm already starting to lose weight and become more wasted. Only thing is, my belly is still full, hard and round. I guess that's how the pattern works. So maybe I won't need much padding after all.

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

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

Well said, ellentonboy !! There's also this thing called 'Learned Skill', which some heavily-hung guys never had to learn. The technique, experience, all of that counts for something too. A modestly-proportioned Cock can put the BreedSweat on a bottom too, provided the Top knows what he's doing.

I started having gay sex when PREP was not a thing. At least, not yet in Italy. So, I was always super careful and insisted on condoms-only. Stiill, I knew i liked bottoming, but it was never mind-blowing. I loved getting there, but then, when they pushed beyond my ring, it always was with more than a little discomfort, and I often ended up hoping to finish soon. Then, one day, back at my parents' town, I meet this super sexy man on Grindr. He is visiting his parents, too. We arrange for some carsex in the evening. Get to pick him up, and he is even sexier than in pic. There is no discussion on safe sex, I assume it is condoms, as usual. We find our quiet spot, start making out, you know, the usual. In the end, he makes me lie doggy style on the front seat, while he takes care of my ass from the back seat. And he totally goes to town rimming my naive butt. And I love it. Juices are running. Then, like in a bad porn movie, he leans into me, bare cockhead pushing against my lubed hole, asking me if ha just can play a bit bare. Just a little bit. Of course, i am ways too horny to say no. Next thing I know he is balls deep in me, bare, and I am loving it. Of course, he then starts fucking me and, in the end, asks me if I wanted him to cum out. Of course I had him cum in me. That was the first time I really loved getting fucked. My dick stayed hard all along the shag, and kept producing precum. I was totally hooked. Of course, I felt super guilty, afterwards. But the seed was there. I would then meet a further couple of guys who finally taught me to stop worrying and just enjoy

I never thought of it that way. I do know two of those that were banned and they would be considered bigger than average. One said he felt his messages were being read, and that the use of drugs was what he felt got him canned. He isn't a dealer, I think he was more searching for it. The other mentioned to me that he somehow posted in his profile the @ icon, I believe referencing his Twitter (or X) handle, or maybe it was Instagram. I don't know if the owner took offense, or if he felt the guy was "soliciting". I really think he did that just so people could find him on other platforms, I have never known him to escort - but I do know he has a larger than normal dick. What's most surprising to me, is that the owner of that site has done little or nothing to update it, or attract new members. Even adam4adam added seems to put more money into it's site, and it's practically free even if you sit on it all night and day. With Bareback, he holds you to 35 messages a day before he makes you pay. I did write him once about the organized party section - I saw the term "Notice: Someone attending this event does not like you, or you don't like them". I looked at the list of those attending, and then looked at who I had blocked (just a few really awful individuals). I didn't recognize those approved for attending the event, so I sent a message to the owner. He did respond, promptly, telling me if I had put someone on "ignore" or "block", or someone did that to me, then neither of us could see each other. I felt stupid after asking the question, but he was, at least to me, somewhat nice. I do recall him mentioning in a message to all new members that he sees every photo posted, so don't bother to unlock your pics for him. I also noticed he has "HOLY SHIT" listed as his dick size. Hmmm, I wonder if anyone from BZ can verify that????

The slow intensity building sounds very tantric in quality. Men who are that patient and capable of deferred gratification aren't as common as I'd like.

Yes, you pretty much can (though you're likely to pick up all sorts of other bugs, which if untreated can also kill you and/or make your life miserable). Of course if you'd gotten on PrEP before this, you could still be a "piggy slutty power bottom" and not have to deal with all the side issues of being HIV+.

It depends. I've got a wide range. Fortunately, I can stay hard for as long as I like (provided I don't drink any beer!) so there's no need to rush. At the low end sometimes all we've got is a few minutes because the guy is sneaking in a fuck the gf won't know about on his way home from work, or we've cruised each other and need to do it fast while we're alone. I can get the job done in less than five if needed. The best fast fucks are intense and animal like with no chat or messing around. Often I don't say a word, or nothing after 'hey'. If we're going to do it like dogs and go from seeing each other to immediately fucking there's no point getting all chit chat. It's physical. It's easier to show a guy what I want and it happens quickly. It's always a huge orgasm when it's been a quick fuck. At the high end I've had experiences with guys where they sit in my lap, my dick inside them, and we just hang out enjoying the feeling. Relax, kiss. No pumping, no trying to cum. Just me inside him. Nothing happens right away, but it gets more and more intense as all the little feelings get stronger. This can be 30 minutes, 45, nobody's counting, that's not what it's about. But it's a long time and you bond and get a kind of intimacy that doesn't happen any other way I know about. When I move, even a tiny bit, he responds. If my dick throbs he tightens, which makes me throb more, and it keeps growing. At first you get really relaxed, but at the feelings grow it gets intense until you cum.

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.

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

Covered in t sweat and my cum. Oink oink brothers

The terms have been mixed up a bit in recent years. We do have a living language. For example, in the past the word 'gay' was not connected at all with 'homosexual men'. The word 'gay' in its original meaning means 'cheerful' or 'happy'. Like the word 'gay', the word 'faggot' has also changed meaning in recent years. I think you're using the word "faggot" in its old sense, as "gay man?" Because sucking cock and getting your ass fucked doesn't make you a fagot in the new sense. Then you are a gay man. You are a 'faggot' in the new sense if you aim to satisfy men without getting sexual satisfaction yourself. His pleasure is a faggots goal. A 'faggot' is a service point. A piece of fuck meat. What men use to empty their balls into. Being 'gay' and being 'a faggot' is something totally different these days.

One time a friend took me to a highway rest area at night and led me down behind the parking area quite a way until we got to a little clearing with a picnic table and hung out passing poppers and sneaking a few puff puffs on his pipe. He knew I was nervous being down there and passing the pipe was his plan to make sure I was horny enough to forget about nerves or inhibitions and before long I was on my knees on the ground pulling on my cock and sucking another man's cock and I swallowed 2 or 3 loads before someone I never saw was pressing his cock into my hole while my friend was poppering me up again telling me to go with it and have fun. Anyway, we went back there again during the daytime and I told him I can't believe you let me do that while naked and on the ground completely littered with used condoms and trash.

I was in a gay bar one night and sucked a guy off on the patio while other guys watched and that turned into me sucking multiple men off.

I spent my whole life slipping out of hetero relationships, some nearly perfect. Ive been with men from a young age but always found myself more attracted to the womans body. In college I was dating a beautiful blonde cheerleader, sex was amazing and she was a free spirit. She asked my biggest fantasy, i said 2 girls at once. She brought a friend, no jealousy, they even sucked my dick together and kissed. Asking her her biggest fantasy however brought me back to a recurring problem in my life. She said she always wanted a bi boyfriend. I asked what she meant, a boyfriend that lets other guys suck his dick? she said, no, a slutty guy that likes guys fucking him and he doesnt care who. My nerves got the best of me, how could she know, i moved 500 miles from home theres no way. Well, i left it alone for a while. One of the places we hung out near campus was a small club and for as long as we were going there, A fem black guy and his group occupied a large booth. They were always there always in that booth. from the first time going he hit on me relentlessly, I usually ignored him, but somehow today i was having a hard time, i kept thinking of my girlfriend watching me getting fucked over and over. I went to the bathroon and Gary followed, he took the stall next to me and leaned over and went mmmm. As i went to zip up and walk away he stepped back, his 8 maybe a bit more uncut dick hanging in the air. My past rushed into my head, my dick swelled in my pants, my mouth watered, my ass tingled. I walked out, grabbed my girlfriend, went back to her place and fucked her twice. It was still early and i couldnt get that dick out of my mind, i asked her about her fantasy, and asked if she wanted to watch her boyfriend or just know he was a slut. Watch. I asked if she wanted to go back out. asked her to dress slutty, she smiled and pulled out fake leather pants and a a tiny skirt, held them up. i told her skirt and I took the pants. i put them on. they were skin tight and she went through her drawers and found a fishnet shirt and gave it to me. she looked and told me i looked fuck hot, gay, but hot. We went back to the club and when we walked in, I thought Garys eyes were going to pop from his head. I winked at him. Almost instantly he was grinding my ass as i danced with my girlfriend. I asked if he wanted to fuck me, he said yes, I said she wants to watch. he said fine lets go. We went to his place. we didnt get far and i was on my knees sucking his dick as my girlfriend verbally encouraged. telling me how good i look sucking dick. I wrestled those pants off and he scrambled to his room for lube and a condom. I grabbed the condom, lubed his bare dick and pushed my ass down on it. No condoms, no pulling out. It was his first time barebacking. He told me over and over how good it felt, till he came in me hard. I looked over to see my girlfriend frantically masturbating. I got up, walked over and started fucking her, a minute later i feel gary pushing his dick back in me. i came pretty quick in her pussy as she was cumming. i lifted her legs and went to eating my cum from her pussy as gary finished his second load in me. Now, what seemed like a fun night and maybe a perfect night was the start of the end, i couldnt resist, i kept going back, Gary was fucking me a couple times a week, and pretty soon it wasnt enough. His friends started fucking me too. That wasnt enough, I went to raves and parties, clubs and parks anywhere i could get fucked by more and more men. I wouldnt go home till i was full of cum.. I forgot about my girlfriend, my schoolwork, my job. my life was dick and it didnt take long before i was getting invited over large group gangbangs lots of drugs and cum until i failed out of school, again. I hit the reset button, moved away to start over again.

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

Yup. One way I've worked with the load seeking btms is to offer 1 and then keep at 'em. Tell 'em I'll swing by for 2nds when they're wrapping up a slutty weekend / weekend of loads. I can usually get more time in then cause they're a bit worn down, hehe.

I take all cocks, all loads, and all piss/chempiss, no questions asked!! Extra fun is just an unexpected surprise!!

I am new to this forum and don't want to get into any arguments so what I am going to say applies to me only and what others do or think is their business, not mine. OK, about cheating. I've been married to a woman for almost 30 years. I meant my marriage vows and kept them for about 15 years. This is in regards to other women, I knew when I got married that I would continue to have sex with men. They fill a different need for me. I tried to limit it to getting and giving head and when I would fuck a guy I usually used a condom. I also got tested often, I was on a first name basis with a couple of the personnel at a clinic where I could get tested anonymously. Later on I was going bareback more and more, I figured as a top my chances of catching HIV were fairly low. My wife tended to use sex as a weapon almost from the beginning. She would get angry about something and withhold sex for a month or 6 weeks. It happened more and more as the years clicked by. I began having affairs with other women, which is cheating, although I don't consider sex with other men as cheating on her. Finally about 11-12 years ago I figured out that every time I went back to having sex with her I was just setting myself up for it to happen again so I quit having sex with her, period, none. I still have needs so I sought out other women. And of course men. Lots of men. Bareback only since I didn't have to worry about infecting my wife. A relationship with a woman makes cheating, by either partner, rather more serious because of evolutionary programming, a man does not want to unknowingly raise another man's child, and a woman risks losing the resources a man can provide if he's banging other women. Yes, I know modern civilization negates a lot of this but the programming was wired into us from the Paleolithic through the iron age until recently. Also, societal expectations are not to be completely discounted. If I am going to enjoy the benefits of a community then I am not going to break their rules lightly, I have obligations to that community, just as Socrates did 2500 years ago when the PTB in Athens sentenced him to death. He could have easily fled Athens but didn't. Male on male sex doesn't involve these issues. I have never, and never will, get into a committed relationship with a guy. I really dig sex with guys I have been fucking for extended periods but while the sex can be fucking excellent actually living with someone is something else entirely, and that's where trouble starts. I'll keep it casual, thank you, no promises given and none asked for, and I will seek sexual variety.

1. What is a "prayer call"? People praying over the telephone? Maybe there's an app for that too? 2. He's correct, but it has nothing to do with young people identifying and speaking their TRUTH. Having the wherewithal and courage to do that implies a brighter future, rather than one that seems "dark and depraved" to some. I'd turn that line of reasoning right straight around - it's his view of the country, and what he wants to do about it, that is truly "dark and depraved". 3. And why on earth might THAT be? Could it be that intelligence and reason is gaining ground over blind stupidity and adherence to a message of despair, unreason, and other-worldly judgement, based on ancient tales of a deity preferring one tribe of his creation over others? Or, as the Church-Lady on SNL used to say - could it be (I don't think we can actually type that moniker here on BZ), so I'll just go with "The Evil One" ??? 4. It was never his, nor those that believe as he does, in the first place. This nation is multi-cultural, tolerant of every legitimate belief-system, and those rights are enshrined in the Constitution. The implication is (as well as his voting record) that he speaks for some Deity, which he most certainly does not. His ilk have merely been steeping in their miseries for centuries, living under the rocks, hiding from the sunlight of decency, honor, and respect. Mr. Johnson's ilk own nothing but their own depravities. What a pitiful excuse of a man - consumed by fear, envious of those who aren't. 5. No, "God" will not lead us this way or that way; it never has, and it never will. As I recall the religious teaching, that particular Deity (who morphed from a regional "war-god" into the omnipresent Lord and Master of the Universe over the millennia); read more in Joshua. is thought to have given humanity a choice. Do good, or do evil. It is "We, the People" who will either lead through these difficult times, or allow themselves to be led by these unholy intellectual midgets. That's the only choice, and it's ours - we, the people - who will make those decisions. And, we have the tools to effect that choice, if we use them properly about a year from now. If we can't be bothered to use those tools (one in particular), then we have no one to blame but ourselves. As to what comes out of the mouth of that bottle-blonde stooge, she only further embarrasses herself by opening that hole in her head, yet too stupid to realize it. Doesn't she know that Almahty Gawd doesn't like women to dye their hair some other color? I don't simply believe this, I know this - because Gawd told me so. What's good for the goose is good for the gander.

Almost 2k hits and winning. First slam and fucking amazing

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I came out in the early 00's and I was pretty much a condom Nazi. No one would fuck me without one although I'd breed here and there because that was less risk. I got fucked multiple times with rubbers during the decade but never really enjoyed it. Didn't know why. Then one day around 09 in the sauna with this super hot stached daddy, after some rubber fucking, had me on my fours and handed me the poppers. Pulled the condom out and stuck it in ... OMG What a difference. That fat uncut cock going in raw was so much better. Could feel the foreskin docking in my ass, the head expanding... And then he bred me the load and I experienced a rush I had never. That started my decline as I'd be looking for raw cock in every situation even knowing I was at risk. I could not avoid getting raw cock even with the risks... Every HIV test was extremely tense. Luckily for me PrEP came around 2012 and I was the first one to be on it. Fairly sure I'd had been pozzed if it wasn't for PrEP. These days I'm on the camp that bare is the only way. I'm never allowing wrapped cock in my ass.

Wruff wruff wruff. Can load me anytime you like.

Yes. Felt like a forceful violent military invasion of another country and my ass reacted like India's war of independence according to the philosophy of "ahimsa": non-violent disobedience until the aggressor withdraws on his own in defeat. In other words, it was worth a try, but the whole thing didn't make it up to a real penetration. But it helped me to become more sensitive towards bottoms! Ever since I treat them as sacred chalices with the best of sensitivity and patience I can offer.

When I first started having sex it was with condoms. Across from my university residence was a well known cruising area. I went down and met this sexy hairy daddy who invited me back to his place. In the car was another guy he had also picked up. We went back to his. I was in the middle kneeling and sucking the other guy with the daddy playing with my hole. The other guy was holding my arse open and the daddy pushed in. I was too turned on to check if he had a condom on but I soon realised he was raw in me and it did not bother me at all after he shot his load they swapped places and the 2nd guy fucked me raw and shot a load in me. I did feel a bit guilty doing it BB but the next time I went cruising I could only imagine being fucked raw… it’s been BB ever since.

I swear to god its this feeling that separates tops from real breeders. There are days when I just can't stop. Even if I've flooded someone's hole yesterday or this morning I can still feel it at the base of my cock. My root, the center of my sex. It's like a pulse that sends electric waves to my cock and makes my mouth water and my brain switch off. I'll have a hard on all day long and my thoughts become clouded by the idea of pussy. I get moodier, angrier and every minute spent not touching my hard on feels like a minute wasted. This usually will happen to me in the middle of a work day when the urge just comes and when I clock out my cock leads me to the first or sometimes second or third available pussy. I become insatiable. All I want is to fuck, and I like to fuck hard and long and deep. I can feel my balls aching, getting ready to fucking bust and shoot my seed deep. It's moments like these where I can just fuck anything, don't care what, so long as I get to plant my seed in its hot cunt. And when I finally do get to cum its explosive, and my cock is able to jet out 4, 5, 6 squirts of cum. Its like my body knows that I was put on this earth for one purpose alone... to impregnate.

Older UK guy here into this. Very kinky.

This describes me!

Part 25: A Three-way and a Secret (Jay's Perspective) “You’re so big,” I moaned, my ass feeling as if it was being torn in two. Since I’d taken Will’s monster of a cock in my ass, I’d managed to find other men of equal size, though none of them had been able to open me up as much as Domonic was. Alan’s dick was fat and filled me, but Domonic filled me and threatened to move my organs around. I could feel every vein of his cock, his heartbeat felt against my hole as the throbbing continued in my ass. He was the type of man you’d see in porn, and here he was fucking my ass and fucking my brother’s hole every other second. I could feel Will’s heartbeat too as my finger explored his ass, pressing down on his prostate and causing his body to shiver. I watched as my brother’s body shook, sweat collecting beneath his chest hair, goosebumps rising along his skin. His dick was hard, sticking straight out and dripping pre-cum onto my arm. I scooped some up and ran it along my tongue, tasting his sweet seed. His mouth opened in awe as I played with his ass, giving him the same pleasure he had given me not so long ago. “Sit on my face,” I told Will, pulling my finger from his hole. “I want to eat you out.” “You know, brothers don’t normally say that kind of stuff to each other,” he said, giving me that classic Will smile which had a tendency to make people weak at the knees. I knew Will had never realized just how many girls in school liked him. I knew of a few guys who had wanted to fuck him, too. Will had always been too focused on religion to care. Now, he was finally exploring his sexual desires like I had been doing for years. I was just happy to be a part of his journey. Who knows, I thought, maybe one day he’ll be a bigger deviant than me. Will straddled my head, his hairy hole staring down at me. I breathed in, smelling his musk. I admired his hairy ass, the curling hairs, dark and covered in sweat. He lowered himself down, his hole pressing into my face. I stuck out my tongue and lapped him up, tasting my brother’s hot hole which I could feel throbbing. “Oh, fuck, Jay,” he moaned, pressing down further, opening even more to my intrusive tongue. All the skills I’d gained from eating pussy came into play here, eating his ass, devouring him. Will moaned, his hands reaching down to my chest where he squeezed my nipples, sending shocks throughout my body. “Fucking eat him out,” Domonic growled, his cock slamming into areas of my body I never knew existed. “You two are so fucking hot.” “You just have an incest fetish,” Will told him. “I’ve never fucked brothers before,” Domonic said. “With Pastor Kline, we may be fucking a father and son.” “Here’s hoping,” Will said, his ass squeezing my face. “What are the odds we can get your other brother to join in?” Domonic asked. “Zero,” Will told him. I pushed Will’s ass off my face. “I don’t know.” I told them, wiping sweat from my face, “I would have bet all my money on you dying a virgin, and here you are sitting on my face while your poz boyfriend fucks me.” “The day Zack fucks me is the day the world ends,” Will said, though I saw his cock jump at the thought. “Never say never,” Domonic laughed. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get all the men in your family before I’m done.” “That will never happen,” Will said. I thought of our dad and how strict he had been when we were growing up. He’d been a tough man, one who showed little emotion. He raised us knowing we were to always act proper, being examples to everyone else. I fucked that up fast. Will’s on his way. Our father would die if he knew what we were doing. Father and son relationships have always been difficult in our family. It’s been a multi-generational problem. I knew our father’s relationship with his own father had been bad, our dad even changing his last name to his mother’s maiden name after college just to rid himself of the fucker. Uncle Michael did the same. We never knew what happened. The men in our family aren’t exactly open. I laughed at the irony as Will’s hole opened slightly to my tongue. “Well, Jay,” Domonic said, thrusting his dick far into my hole, hitting my prostate, my dick jumping and leaking pre-cum, “if you get a desire for a paternal fucking, Pastor Kline, I hear, is a good substitute for your dad.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. Will climbed off my face, moving back until his balls ran over my tongue and nose, stopping for a second on my closed eyes, one ball on each eye. “Pastor Kline’s a bottom,” Will said. “I think Jay may be the same.” “I’m up to fuck a horny old man,” I told them. “But for now, I need my brother’s cock in my mouth.” “Actually,” Will said, lifting off of me and looking me in the eye, “I have to piss first. Unless…” I smiled. “We must be in sync,” I told him. “Your boyfriend is about to fuck the piss right out of me.” “69 and swallow it all,” Domonic said. “Let’s see who has the fullest bladder.” Will moved down until his dick was directly over my mouth with my dick under his. He lowered his dicked down into my mouth, taking mine, sucking me in between his soft lips. I could have cum right there, having my brother’s lips tasting our family seed. “On your marks,” Domonic said, easing up on his fucking. “Get set. Go!” I unleashed in Will’s mouth as my mouth was flooded by his warm piss, nearly causing me to choke. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, feeling Will’s mouth latch down on my cock, gravity trying to pour my piss out. I felt as if I had been swallowing forever when mine ended, Will’s still flowing for another ten seconds. “Fuck,” I moaned, Will’s cock slipping out of my mouth, drops of piss splattering over my chin. “You’re a full boy.” “You too,” he said. “I don’t always drink piss like that. That’s more of Pastor Kline’s thing.” “Unless it’s mine,” Domonic said, winking. “Well, Will’s the winner. Time for Jay to suck a load out of him.” “Gladly,” I said, opening my mouth again and sucking Will’s dick inside. He pushed into my throat, my body fighting off my gag reflex. I wanted Will to fuck my throat hard, the kind of fucking you watch and think, “How the fuck did he do that without passing out?” “Ready?” Will asked. I grabbed his ass and pulled more of his cock into my throat. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. Will started fucking my throat, his balls pressing down over my eyes and nose, the smell of his hairy body an intoxicating rush to my senses. “Fuck, you might be better than Pastor Kline.” “That’s high praise,” Domonic said, grabbing my legs and spreading them out farther. “You know, if I close my eyes, I’d swear I’m fucking your brother’s ass.” “I’m not nearly as muscular as Jay,” Will said, shoving his dick hard into my throat. It almost felt as if there was some anger in the thrust. My cock jolted. “Looks like someone needs attention,” Domonic said, his hand reaching down and grabbing my dick, sending chills throughout my body. “Should we see who cums first?” “Sounds like a good challenge,” Will said, raising his hips up and looking down at me, his balls lifting from my eyes. “How about it?” “Let’s go,” I tried to say, my voice lost as my throat hugged Will’s cock. “That was a yes,” Will said. “I could feel it.” “I can feel it,” Domonic said, my cock harder in his jerking hand, my pre-cum dripping down his fist. Among the three of us the room filled with the moans of sweaty men, the bed creaking, our naked skin slapping against each other. It was the greatest sound I’d ever heard. Never had I been in a three-way this hot, not even with Alan. No women could compare. Few men where as hot as Will and Domonic. The fact that we were all poz made it the best fuck ever. “Fuck,” Will moaned, his breathing labored, “I’m getting close.” “So am I,” Domonic said, his thrusts harder. I tried to tell them that I was ready to burst, but Will’s fucking of my throat caused only spit to pour out of my mouth. “Fuck, I’m glad I met you,” Domonic said, leaning down and kissing Will, his grip on my cock tightening, his thumb running over the tip. “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Will shouted, slamming his dick into my throat. His balls lifted from my face, legs hugging my head, cum shooting straight into my stomach. As Will’s cock jumped in my throat, my hips pumped wildly. My balls rose into my body, my cock shooting out thick ropes of cum, splattering Domonic and Will before dripping down onto my writhing body. “Fuck!” Domonic growled, his hand still pumping my cock as my hole tightened around his cock, pulling him further into my body. He did one final trust before he burrowed himself into my ass, shooting his poz cum into my body. I now had poz cum in my ass, down my throat, and across my stomach and chest, solidifying my new status as a poz slut. Will pulled his cock out of my throat, spit dripping down my chin and collecting in Will’s pubic hair. He looked down at me and smiled, his hand reaching down and smearing his cum and my spit over my mouth. “Fuck, I love you,” he said. He looked up at Domonic and waved him forward, kissing him deeply. “I love you, too,” I said, watching as these two powerful men made out, their sweaty bodies above me. Never could I have imagined something like this happening to me. As Will broke of his kiss, he looked down at me again and smiled. In that moment, I knew I had made the right choice lying to Will. None of this would have happened if he knew he was the one who pozzed me. __________________________________________________________________________________________ Hope you enjoy the twist. There are a few plot points "seeded" here that I hope to pick up in the future. There won't be a post next week, but I'll pick up either the next week or the week after.

Part 18: Fucking Peter (part 2) I fell forward, my heart racing. What remained of Pastor Kline’s cum was slick between us. I could feel his own heart beating. He broke off his kissing with Peter and looked to me, reaching up a hand and pulling me into another kiss. For a brief moment, I didn’t see Pastor Kline before me. Instead, I saw my father, and as the image became clear, I found my dick shooting out several more jets of cum. “What was that?” Pastor Kline asked, looking down at where my dick was still inside his ass. “For a second, I saw my dad instead of you,” I told him. “Made me cum some more.” Pastor Kline smiled. “Fucking hot. Would love to see the man that created a bull like you.” “Just because I fucked my brother doesn’t mean our dad would want anything to do with this. Trust me, there is no chance.” “Shame,” he said. “I’d love to watch you fuck your dad.” “I’d love to see you fucked by your own son,” I told him. “You and me both.” “Maybe, one day, we’ll both get lucky.” “He’ll be home soon,” he said. “I’ll see what I can do.” “You better,” Dominic said. “He’s friends with Lewis,” Pastor Kline said, looking at Peter who was taking Dominic’s dick better than before. “I caught them jerking off a few years ago when Lewis stayed over one night. They tried to hide it, but I knew what they were doing.” “Seems your son isn’t as innocent as I’d assumed,” I said. “Though, a lot of young men jerk off together.” “Close bond.” “Maybe,” Pastor Kline said, “Peter can get Lewis to somehow invite him over somewhere. He wouldn’t come if he knew I’d be there.” “I’d love to fuck your son’s ass,” Peter groaned, his dick pointed up into the air, precum dribbling down onto his stomach. A large pool was now created, mixing into his treasure trail. “Imagine fucking a father and son.” “I don’t need to imagine,” Dominic said, winking. “Fuck,” Peter said. “Where have you been all my life?” “I think we’ve all been thinking that,” Pastor Kline said. “How much cum do you make?” Dominic asked, picking up his pace? “Around 12 mls,” Peter said. "I measured once." Dominic’s eyes grew wide. “That’s more than double what's normal.” “Tell me about it,” Peter said. “And your bitch wife doesn’t appreciate it,” Dominic said, shaking his head. “She doesn’t know the god she has, but we do.” I pulled myself out of Pastor Kline and went to Dominic’s dresser in which he kept several instruments and toys. I pulled out a butt plug and inserted it into Pastor Kline’s ass. “Pastor,” Dominic said, eyeing the older man. “I’ve got a water bottle in the fridge filled with piss and cum. I want you to drink it all. Understand?” Pastor Kline nodded and left. “Son,” Dominic said, eyeing me, “I want you to go into the kitchen and get a bottle with a large mouth. I want to catch Peter’s cum just to see how much this fucker shoots.” I followed Pastor Kline into the kitchen where he was already starting in on the bottle of piss and cum. I watched as he drank, the bits of cum clouding the yellow piss. I didn’t much care for the taste of cold piss, but Pastor Kline seemed to like it. Watching him drink down the concoction, I found myself unable to believe that this was the same man I’d been looking up to for years. Now, I was watching him drink another man’s piss and cum while my toxic cum infected his hole. I’d just listened to him fantasize about having his own son fuck him. Never would I have believed Pastor Kline to be this perverted. I looked up to him even more than before. I couldn’t wait for him to be poz. I found the bottle Dominic had wanted and returned to the bedroom, coming to Peter’s side. Even though he hadn’t cum yet, the amount of precum over his stomach made it look as if Peter had already shot at least twice. “Why don’t you try some,” Dominic said, winking at me. I leaned down and started licking the precum off his stomach, some of his hairs sticking into my teeth. With my face pressed against his skin, I could almost feel Dominic’s dick hitting below my lips, a thin layer of muscle and tissue being the only thing keeping us apart. “This feels incredible,” Peter moaned. “This is only the beginning,” Dominic said. “Soon, we’ll have your fuck toy, Lewis, here to infect. After him, we’ll seduce Pastor Kline’s son into joining our ranks. We’ll be running out of recruits.” “I have a few names I can send your way,” Peter said. “Or, at least, a few men in our men’s group I’d love to have an opportunity to fuck.” “I second that,” I said, my mouth full of his precum. There were several men in the church I knew I’d love to have ass up, taking our poz dicks. I imagined what it would be like, looking out over the congregation, knowing I had fucked every man staring back at me, the strain gifted to me by Dominic running through all our veins. “Have you tasted your cum, Peter?” Dominic asked. Peter shook his head. Dominic nodded to me. I moved up to Peter’s mouth and forced it open with my tongue, dumping his precum inside. We stayed locked in this kiss for what felt like forever, swapping the ridiculous amount of precum between us. It tasted sweet and salty, and from Peter’s groans, I could tell that he liked it. Peter tried to say something as we kissed, our interlocking lips making his words muffled. “What?” I asked, releasing him. “I’m gonna cum,” he said. I grabbed the bottle Dominic had told me to get and held it up to Peter’s dick with one hand while my other hand started jerking him off. Peter’s breathing caused his chest to rise up in quick spurts, each breath shallow as his orgasm neared. “I’m cumming,” he moaned. “I’m cumming.” I kept jerking his dick with one hand while holding the bottle with the other. I watched in amazement as he started shooting thick ropes of cum into the bottle. His dick was almost a faucet pouring out his seed, his balls unable to hold the cum anymore. I kept jerking him off, stopping once when I thought he was finished, but he shook his head. “I’m still going,” he said. “Sexy fucker,” Dominic said, his own breathing changing as his orgasm neared. By the time Peter was finished, a quarter of the bottle was filled with his cum. I removed it and closed the lid, holding it up to Dominic. “What the fuck, man?” Dominic said, taking the bottle and eyeing the cum. “This is like four guys worth of cum.” “And I can go again,” Peter said. Dominic looked at me and smiled. “I think we’ve found our star breeder.” Pastor Kline came back into the bedroom, the empty bottle of piss and cum in hand. “I finished,” he said. “Good boy,” Dominic said. “Now, drink Peter’s cum.” Pastor Kline took the bottle from Dominic and opened the lid, swirling the contents around. He lifted it to his mouth and started drinking the cum. "I can't believe what I'm watching," Peter said. "Pastor Kline is drinking my cum like a protein shake." "It is," Dominic said. Halfway through, Pastor Kline took the bottle down, revealing cum around his lips and beads dripping down his chin. He smiled. “Tastes great.” “You see, Peter,” Dominic said, his pace quickening, “We know how to treat a man with your gift. And here’s your reward. A hot load of toxic cum.” His body shuddered as he unloaded in Peter’s ass, fingers digging into his legs, holding on to keep himself from collapsing. Both Dominic and Peter moaned from the waves of pleasure, their voices filling the room, making my cock jump. Dominic looked at Peter and then at me, smiling. “Fuck, that felt good.” I retrieved another butt plug and inserted it as soon as Dominic pulled out his dick. There were traces of blood and cum around his hole, proving once again how hard a lover Dominic was. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” Peter said, resting his hands on his stomach. “I can feel your cum inside me.” “Speaking of which,” Dominic said, motioning Pastor Kline to clean of his dick. “Peter, I want to watch you fuck Will full of your manly sized load. Are you up for that?” “Sure am,” Peter said. “Are you?” “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,” I told him. We switched places, my legs hoisted up in the air. It had been a while since I was fucked, and I missed it. While I liked fucking Pastor Kline, I needed to feel a cock in my ass. Seeing Peter’s hard dick bobbing up and down, I found my whole twitch. “Ready when you are.” Peter lined his dick up with my hole and slowly pushed inside. It was amazing how much I had changed. Where it had been painful and difficult the first time Dominic had fucked me, his dick opening me up, making me bleed, I was now taking Peter’s dick with no problem. There was still a bit of pain, but it felt good, making my cock harden. “I’ve never been this hard,” Peter said. “The plug should be hitting your prostate,” Dominic said, reaching down and pressing it into Peter’s ass. Peter shook, eyes rolling back. “Only a plug and a dick can hit that spot.” “And I need you to hit mine,” I told Peter. “Fill me up with all that cum.” “Yes, sir,” Peter said, slipping his dick all the way in before starting a slow, steady rhythm. “Are you still thirsty?” Dominic asked Pastor Kline who was cleaning his beard, none of Peter’s cum remaining on his face. “Always, sir,” Pastor Kline said. “Kneel.” Pastor Kline went down on his knees, his mouth open as Dominic positioned his cock overhead. A jet of piss shot out, hitting Pastor Kline’s lip at first, spraying him in the face. He quickly recovered and wrapped his lips around Dominic’s cock, his throat moving as he swallowed. “Does piss taste good?” Peter asked, watching as Pastor Kline continued drinking. “I never thought of drinking piss.” “It’s not for everyone,” Dominic said. “But for my men, I expect them to try it at least once. Will drinks it occasionally. Pastor Kline here is a real piss pig. He can’t get enough. Isn’t that right?” Pastor Kline nodded, his mouth still filling up with piss. “Just think,” Dominic said, “Your stomach is full of my piss, my cum, and Peter’s cum. Everything a growing slut needs.” “That’s fucking hot,” Peter said, slamming himself into my ass as he continued watching Pastor Kline’s depravity. “I can’t imagine being able to bounce back so quickly,” I said, watching Peter’s dick sliding in and out of my ass. “I don’t think I’d ever stop fucking.” “It wasn’t easy growing up,” Peter said. “All I wanted to do all the time was jerk off. I did it with a friend once, and he made fun of me because he came only twice and I came five times.” “No one understands a gift when they see one,” Dominic said. “If I were you, I’d look that asshole up and fuck him hard just to prove how impressive you really are.” “Maybe I will,” Peter said. “Or, better yet,” Dominic continued, “Why don’t you imagine you’re fucking him right now. Pretend Will is the guy. Fuck him hard, making him regret ever making fun of you.” Peter looked at me, his face unsure. “Go for it,” I told him, pulling my legs back further, exposing more of my hole. “Make me pay for it.” Peter smiled, then his brow furrowed, whatever hostility he had been holding up for years rising to the surface. I could feel his pace quicken, his thrusts no longer gentle but forceful, as if he was using his dick to hurt me. It felt incredible, his dick almost swelling even larger than before. He was hitting my prostate now, sending waves of pleasure throughout my sweating body. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. “How’s he doing, Son?” Dominic asked. “Incredible,” I moaned. “Give it to him,” Dominic said, standing behind Peter, his hands on his shoulders. He looked me in the eye, the same devious smile from my dream all those weeks ago returning. “Make him pay for it.” Peter slammed into my ass, his balls hitting me hard. I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my skin, rubbing, creating irritation. Clearly he was getting out his anger. “Think of how your wife doesn’t like you fucking her,” Dominic said, kissing Peter’s neck. “How hard to you want fuck that bitch now?” “Harder than she could imagine,” Peter growled. His fingers dug into my skin, sweat dripping down his body. His chest was heaving, Dominic’s hands finding his nipples. “Fuck!” Peter yelled, Dominic’s fingers twisting. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” “Fill his ass” Dominic said, smiling at me. “Fill me up,” I cried, my body shaking from Peter’s thrusts. Peter’s face contorted, mouth open in a silent scream as he shook, ramming his dick as far into my ass as possible. It felt as if someone was shooting a watergun in my hole. The cum wouldn’t stop pouring out of Peter’s cock. His orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Once it subsided, Peter looked at me, a single tear running down his face as he smiled. “I feel alive,” he said, falling forward onto me. He kissed me, his sweat dripping down on me. I looked at Peter as he smiled and found myself smiling bigger than ever before. Seeing him so happy, seeing him feeing fulfilled, flooded my body with an intense warmth. Without realizing it, I started cumming, shooting between our bodies. “Handsfree,” Peter said, laughing. “Yeah,” I said, unable to look away from him. For a single moment I found myself looking at Peter differently. The same intensity I felt with Dominic filled me as I looked at Peter. I wanted him to never leave. All I wanted was for him, Dominic, and myself to stay here forever. ____________________________________________________________________________________ Alright men, I have one more chapter written before I have to get to work and write some more. That means there may be a sunday where we can't cum together for our normal sexual service. However, I am working on a different story that I think might be a one-off. If you thought Dominic was twisted, wait till you meet this guy.

Rest stop toilet when I was 16. At least 20 men used my teen mouth that day.

PART 3: Chaos deepens I sat there for a few moments, trying to work my phone. I opened the apps and saw a few messages here and there. As I wrestled with the phone, I felt a cool touch on my leg. A bottle of poppers, the same bottle of poppers I had used earlier, left behind. I really enjoyed them and they made everything feel extra heightened but I felt too overwhelmed to even think of using them now. I checked Grindr and saw a message from a blank profile about 200 meters away. I guess I was? Wasn’t I? I just sent him my location without thinking much else. It took too much effort to even do that, but I figured. What the hell. Im already fucked. I could barely get that message out. I was so out of it. I was also mostly messaging with one hand. My free hand kept going to my asshole, rubbing the cum inside my hole. It felt loose and when I touched it I felt so alive. Another man had cum inside me and I could tell I wanted more. And I wanted it anon. I started crafting another message when his next one came in. I wanted to say, “I want it anon. Ill be ass up and waiting.” But when I read, then processed his next message, I thought, does anything change? Fuck it. No it doesnt. This was it. I was going to get another round. I had saw a few other messages from other hot accounts, but I spent all my energy on sending these messages. I felt like I had reached a peak state of fuck energy. I just wanted to get used. I put down the phone and rolled over, ass up. I resumed the position I took for the earlier guy and I started huffing poppers. I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I felt the air in the room change. I wasn’t alone. He was here. I didn’t know anything about him and overall, our engagement was much shorter than it was with the guy who railed me earlier. I heard clothes hit the floor as he shifted himself up and onto the bed. “You wanna suck me until my friend arrives?” He had a bit of an accent. I took that as a command. I took a hit of poppers, shifted a bit but kept my face down, and shoved his semi-hard cock in my mouth. I heard him make sniffing noises as his cock got hard in my mouth. “You partying?” I just moaned. It was getting late and I suppose I probably looked high. I was grinding my ass up and down, while sucking this strangers cock. I never saw myself as a partier, but here I was, high and getting used by anonymous men. “You want a rip?” I opened my eyes and saw a bunch of white powder on the end of a key. I had no idea what it was, but I wasn’t feeling hesitant about anything. I leaned forward and sniffed and put his dick right back in my mouth. “Fuck yeah, that’s it. We are going to share you and you can have some fun with us, okay?” I just moaned again. “My friend likes it really discreet. Do you mind if I cover your eyes with something?” I couldn’t quite place the accent, but it didn’t matter. His cock tasted and felt amazing, I was really feeling the extra effects of whatever powder I just snorted, and I was so incredibly horny. I took another hit of poppers and moaned, “okay…” I didn’t intend it to sound so hesitant, my mind was made up and I was ready to step it up, but I also couldn’t believe I was doing this. He leaned over me and grabbed something out of his bag. Then, putting his hands on my head and fucking my face he said, “alright, he is nearby. You ready?” He slipped something over my eyes, a t-shirt, or bandana, whatever it was, it was soft but it completely obstructed the view. While his dick was still in my mouth he said, “Take another rip. We are going to get you fucked up.” He pulled out, grabbed my head, and positioned the powder in front of my nose. I snorted, and just as I did I heard the door open and close again. What a satisfying sound. “Hey. He is ready for you. Dive in. He is partying too.” I felt a tap on my leg and the weight of a body move up behind me. I had no idea who this was. We didnt even chat. Now I was high and getting higher, already filled up with cum from another guy, and here I was about to get used by two more. What. The. Fuck. I needed it. Maybe this is who I was supposed to be? I felt fingers at my hole. “Is this cum or lube?” It was a different voice. I just moaned, barely able to form words. He didn’t wait for a response. “Doesn’t matter. It will be cum soon enough anyway.” I heard the sound of a bottle, presumably lube, then I felt him shove his fingers in my hole. Something felt different right away. It wasn’t just the fact that I had been fucked, it was also a new sensation. Something tingled, stung a bit, and just… just felt different. He jammed fingers in and out of my hole while I was getting face fucked by this other guy. He stopped abruptly as the guy inside my mouth pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. “Yeh… rail this bitch” The energy shifted. The guy behind spread my ass cheeks, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole and then I felt him completely inside of me. He dove deep, just like instructed. The guy at my face planted his dick back in my mouth. Both kept up a steady rhythm. Guy in my ass laid it on me heavy, moving my body up and down with the bouncing of the bed. Diving deep and pulling out all the way so just the head was inside with each stroke. It felt amazing. It was really rocking me in ways that I experienced with the previous guy, but it also felt extra. My hole and lower half of my body felt like it was tingling, light, and euphoric. I could only grind my body up against his as he shoved himself deep inside me. He pulled my hair and my head back with one hand, grabbing my neck with the other. The other guy’s dick came out of my mouth leaving a long strand of spit behind that fell on my face and neck. “Take some more”. A key was placed at my face. I snorted. Hands were shoved in my mouth. I licked. It felt like there was a tingling in my mouth and head that was spreading down me to meet the tingling in my lower half. I was flying and loving every second. I wasn’t hard anymore, just a soft wet cock with strands of cum and lube running down my taint and balls. The guy in my ass was making bit wet slapping sounds as he plowed me. It felt like he was close. Suddenly he pulled out and I heard him grunt. The guy that was in my mouth leaned over and I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart, followed by warm spray of cum all over my hole and ass. “Fuck yeh. Lube him up.” He shoved his dick back inside me for a couple more pumps then dismounted. Tingles everywhere. “Have fun.” That was also that was said again between the two. The sound of clothes being put on then the doors opening and being shut soon followed. The other guy was on the bed, but just leaning back a bit, not fucking my face or touching me. I took a moment to sniff some poppers. Before they even hit I started grinding my ass up and down. “Fuck dude. You are hot. I wanna fuck you, but I dont think I am ready to cum yet. You cool if I invite someone else over?” I could barely speak but my body was telling me I needed to get filled. Now. “Okay.” I didn’t sound hesitant this time. I sounded desperate. “Fuck yeh.” He slapped my ass hard and shoved his fingers inside. I felt every bit of his fingers. The texture of his skin, the knuckles, the base, everything. It felt like I was a part of him. “I just sent your address to a few guys. We are going to keep you partied up and pounded out.” Who the fuck had I become?

Part 2: Chaos Begins I felt a cool breeze from the night air wash over my exposed ass. My hole puckered. I was swimming in fuzzies from the molly and anticipation. I gyrated on the bed. The cool breeze stopped as the stranger in the room closed the door. I was waiting, ass up, face down, half hidden under bedding but fully exposed to a stranger, waiting, wanting, and needing to get railed. My body felt warm and light, there was a sense of exhilarating freedom coursing through me. I heard the sound of things being placed on the bedside table. Clothing being removed. The clink of a belt hitting the floor. The rustle of clothing. The shifts of a body moving from foot to foot, place to place. I was so high that I felt like I could feel shifts in the pressure of air in the room. His movements sending currents through the small room that could be felt by the tiniest hairs on my body. Everything felt slow and intentional. I felt his body get on the bed to the right of me. It felt like he was kneeling next to me. “Here. Sniff these.” Poppers were placed near my hand. I have never tried poppers, but I certainly knew what they were. I didnt feel any hesitation. I took the bottle, opened them up, and placed the opening under my nostril while under the sheets. I took 4 large, deep inhalations, feeling the electricity of the molly mixing with the thrumming of the poppers. I groaned deep and low. “Fuck yah”, he said. The stranger stayed next to me, kneeling on the bed. He lifted up the bedding more, so it only covered the base of my neck and head. Everything else was completely uncovered. He took my free right hand and placed it on his rock hard cock. I could picture it, I could see the image he sent on grindr. His large mushroom head was wet with precum as I stroked it slightly. I could feel it pulsing as it filled my hand, radiating heat and lust and need. I was going to get used. “Stroke it, get it ready for your ass.” I played with it, slowly, appreciating its size and weight. It felt important in my hand. Like it had purpose that I was created to fulfill. I couldnt see him or his dick, but my highness gave me a different experience. It was heightened and as I stroked him, I could picture so much more than my eyes would ever tell me. My mouth felt really dry and I felt uncontrollably high. My eyes were closed but I could picture so much. Noises were colors, my shaking energy was a wash of pink behind my eyes and the radiant heat from his dick was orange. I could feel so much and I wanted so much. I groaned, “fuck me”. I was about to get what Trev got. A strangers dick in his hole. He moved away from the right of me and into position behind me. Where there was previously a cool breeze from the open door, now there was a warm sensation on my ass and hole. He was blowing on me. Fuck. My asshole twisted and i shivered. It was too much. I heard him spit and felt a wad land right on my hole. He blew some more. Spit. Then blew some more. He was in control. “What a nice ass and hole. You gonna give it to me?” I just groaned. “You got anyone else lined up?” I didnt know how to respond, or if I should. So I just groaned again. Speaking wasn’t much of an option anyway. My thinking and rational humanity was replaced by desire and lust. He brushed his finger on my hole, teasing it slightly, just lightly pressing a finger at the edge, before moving up and down my crack. “No one else eh? You want some cock? I wanna hear you.” Again, I just groaned. As I did he inserted a finger, right to the base knuckle. I whimpered in response, “yesssss. I want to get fucked.” I clenched on his finger, feeling him inside me, holding himself there. “Yeh, you are going to get fucked. Keep sniffing those poppers”. I almost forgot. I opened them up and sniffed, feeling my asshole clench less and less. “That’s it. Don’t clench, let go. Open up for me.” He moved his finger slowly in and out. “Keep sniffing. Take deep hits. I want you nice and loose for this cock.” Groan. I could feel him using his thumb to rub up and down my taint, stroking lightly near my balls. He inserted a second finger. I started to clench. “No boy, don’t clench. Stay loose. You need to be nice and loose for my fuck.” I whimpered more. I pressed my chest and face further into the mattress, lifting my ass and body up more with my core, spreading my legs more and bringing my knees closer to my head. He was so deep inside and I felt open and loose, just like he wanted. . “Fuck yeh. You ready for the dick?” I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready. Just then, I got a glimpse of Trev again and remembered the top asking him if he wanted the load. I wanted this man to fuck me, and I wanted it raw. He pulled his finger out and shifted on the bed. I heard him spit again a few times followed by the slap of a cock on my hole. I couldnt help myself, I pushed myself back onto it. I reached back with my left hand, but just as I did, he pulled away. “Just need to get myself hard”. It felt pretty hard already. But I knew he was in control. “Put your hands forward and sniff those poppers boy. You want this, I know it.” I did as he commanded. Just as I took a third huge sniff, I felt his cock head at my hole. He just left it there with just the slightest bit of pressure, easing his way inside me. I couldn’t handle it. I let out a slow and long moan. “That’s right, just take it. Yeah boy. Just give your ass up to fuck. Ill get you ready for other guys.” Holy fuck I was spinning. “Yeah you like that don’t ya? Just fucking using you.” The feelings and sensations were so intense. I had never experienced anything like this before. “You were made to get fucked, weren’t you. Tell me boy.” I just groaned. “I wanna hear you say it boy. Tell you were born to get fucked.” I could barely form words, but I heard the authority and urgency in his voice. I could feel it. I responded, “I… I am made to get fucked.” I barely finished saying the word ‘fucked’ and he thrust inside me completely. I let out a loud and deep groan, throwing my hands out in front of me and pressing my chest and upper body deeply into the bed. He started fucking me right away, deep long strokes. I was there to be used. He pounded away. It was like he went from 0 to 60, teasing me, blowing on my hole, and forcing me to commit to being his fucktoy. Then, as soon as he got what he wanted he dove in. He didn’t hesitate or ask for anymore permission, he just leaned into the heat. He was now there to use me and get off. The molly, poppers, rum, and the experience were overwhelming me, but I suddenly remembered I asked him if he was safe. I know I meant using a condom, but I vaguely remembered that I almost intentionally left out details so that it was up for interpretation. He was pounding me with deep, intentional, and fast thrusts. The bed was moving, my body felt like it was being struck by waves of sexual pressure. He was never outside of me, but he was creating friction and a pulling sensation with his cock in my hole. I kept picturing it pulling at the edges of my insides. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel his dick as it entered my hole. I kept picturing his hard dick inside me. I reached back with my left hand and moved towards my ass. Instantly he grabbed it, positioning it over my head and pushing my body forwards. I collapsed fully into the bed. “Unh uhh. You are not in control. I am. Sniff those poppers boy. You are going to get what you need. You like this dick?” His weight was fully on top of me. I felt like I could barely breathe with the pressure on me. But I took some poppers anyway. The movement of his body was creating loud slapping noises and my cheeks, his body, and his balls slapped together. I pictured his cock, I thought of Trev, and I remembered the top asking him, “You want it?” Followed by Trev demanding that he be bred by the top. I whimpered, “Fuck. I want it.” The top inside me chuckled. “Yeh, you want it. I know you do. You are going to get it.” Deep, hard strokes were filling me up. “You are going to get it. Ill lube you up for the next guy.”I couldnt even comprehend the idea of another top, another fuck, but I think he was right. I wanted it. “Please, give it to me. Deeper.” I could hear myself, but I could barely believe it was me. I felt like I was roleplaying as a cumdump junkie, something I would normally judge others for. I was so happy in my relationship, I was proud that I wasn’t just some other slutty gay cliche, yet here I was. Getting railed by a stranger, probably raw. Just like Trev. I was just like Trev. I wanted to feel everything Trev felt. I could feel his rhythm changing. He was getting ready. Each thrust felt like it was sending fire throughout my body. I was loose, but I was so high I felt like I wasnt even getting to feel his cock. I wanted to feel it, especially as he shot. “Don’t clench. Stay loose.” I couldn’t help myself. It felt so good. “The harder you clench, the harder I am going to fuck.” Goddamn it. His language, his words, how he owned me. It was driving me wild. “All right boy, I see how it is going to be. Get ready.” He picked up pace and he was true to his word. I couldn’t stop clenching and gyrating my ass to his movements. My cock was rubbing up hard against the bed and it felt like it could burst at any moment. He shoved hard and deep, going harder and deeper than I expected he could. It felt violent and raw. I had no rights here, just a hole. “Fuck yeh. Get ready. Here it comes.” Suddenly I felt fearful. What the fuck was I doing. I started to freak out a bit. “Dont breed me… I… I only play safe.” He laughed and groaned, shoving his cock deep. “Too late boy. You are getting it deep.” He spasmed. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak. I was too much of a slut. Too much of a hole. I wanted it and any resistance I felt was outweighed by the drugs and the desire I felt. He pistoned a few times, placing his load deep in me but also letting me feel his raw cock a few more times, then he pulled out. “Fuck dude, I came a lot. That is a sweet hole.” I started to move and pushed myself up a bit and back to all fours. “No. stay down.” he pushed me back roughly into the bed. I could tell I was leaking from my ass and also my cock. The cummy jock was silky and soft, but soaked through with precum. I felt his body shift as he leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my hole. “Yeh that’s it. You loved it didnt you? It would be a shame if you stopped now. Do you want more, boy?” At this point I couldnt feel control over my body and even my spirit. I was an aimless fuck crazed slut. “Yeh. I gotta jet, but you should get fucked.” He grabbed my junk roughly with his other hand. I could barely contain myself. The feeling of my cummy ass and his fingers roughly pawing at my junk sent me over the edge. I started cumming and it oozed through the jock. “Fuck yeh. You little slut. That’s okay, just more lube for the next guy.” He scooped up the cum by pulling the jock to the side. He reached up and around to my face and shoved his other fingers in my mouth. I could taste myself. He went back, grabbed more of the jizz in my jock, and then shoved those fingers in my hole. “Ill check in on you, boy. You are good boy and you are going to be a good boy for other guys I hope.” He pulled out and I felt empty. I heard him getting dressed and he didnt say anything else. A few moments later he slapped my ass. Then he was gone. I heard the door open and close and I was alone. I felt drained, but so incredibly high. I could tell it was going to last a while. I had cummed, but my cock was rock hard. I rolled over and inserted a finger in my ass. Fuck I was wet and loose. I grabbed my phone and tried my best to use it give how high i was. It wasn’t working well. I couldn’t believe I wanted more, but I did. All I could think was, what have I done and am I ready for more? I was about to find out. ----- Note from author: Tell me what else should happen and maybe Ill continue chad's descent?

"Yeah, very nice." His finger slid between my buttocks and began to rub lube into my hole, even as the three of them carried on a conversatio. "You ok, Fred?" Said Sid to the man he was fucking. "Yeah, good." Came the reply. "But I'll have to go soon and get some shopping for dinner." The third man released my cock and said. "The local supermarket has some good offers." It was bizarre. There I was, shorts around my ankles being sucked for the first time by a man old enough to be my grandfather, and in the middle of a conversation about shopping! The third man, whose name was Frank, held up the bottle to me. "Take a sniff?" He said. "It's only poppers." Not wanting to be ungrateful, I sniffed the bottle and felt the poppers explode in my head, my heart pound and a dangerous lack of inhibition sweep over me. "Yep," Said Fred. "I better get on." He leaned forward until Sid's cock slid out of him, then got off the bed and began to wipe his arse with a tissue. "Same time next week?" Said Sid. As he spoke, he casually pulled me in front of him and pushed me forward until I was kneeling on the bed, arse upraised. My head was spinning as he began to push his cock into me. "Well, ask Bill to make some tea on the way out, would you?" His words were so casual, so ordinary, I was confused and unwilling to say anything as he was sliding his bare cock deliciously up me.

Aaron went from one cock to another for the next several hours. There seemed to be an endless supply sticking through the glory holes and each load he subsequently took down his throat seemed to wear down his resistance and desire to fight back. My buddy was happy with the progress Aaron had shown during the past few hours. When the kid first entered the club he was very nervous and uptight but here was the same kid, a few hours later, snorting poppers and sucking any guy that wanted oral attention. Everything was proceeding as planned. As Aaron continued sucking cock, my buddy started fingering the kid's ass and kept talking dirty to him, telling him that instead of just sucking cock and taking loads down the throat, that he should take them in the ass. Aaron kept saying that he didn't want that but my buddy noticed the kid's resistance was breaking down and that he kept moaning every time he fingered the kid's hole. After some time had passed the kid began complaining that he didn't feel so well and that his head was hurting. My buddy went with him to one of the bathrooms and the kid felt very queasy and sick. He started saying that perhaps this wasn't a good idea and that perhaps he should leave, but my friend told him he had something that would help give the kid a buzz and that to just swallow it and that everything would be fine. And so Aaron did as told. After sitting for awhile, Aaron accompanied my friend into a backroom and said he felt much better - in fact, he was flying. Whatever that stuff was earlier it had done the trick and had given Aaron the illusion that he was in control - whereas he really wasn't. Standing just inside the doorway of the backroom, several guys began groping Aaron and my buddy kept tonguing the kid's mouth and lobes, telling him to just go with it and let it happen, that he needed and wanted this, not to resist anymore. Aaron stripped off and was soon being sucked by two guys on the floor (cock & balls) and other guys were licking his nipples and pulling on them. My buddy asked Aaron how he felt and the kid said he felt great! That's when an older man stepped up behind him and started fingering the kid's butt, working in a finger, then two and rubbing lube in his crack - massaging the lube into the kid's ass. Aaron moaned and was told to snort more poppers (several hits under each nostril) and as he handed the bottle back to one of the guys, the man slid his cock in between his cheeks and started pushing it up inside the boy's ass, till only his balls were banging against his cheeks. Aaron had some difficulty taking the cock in his hole and was moaning quite a bit but the poppers and other substance helped ease the pain and gave him the illusion that his ass wasn't being ripped apart (which indeed it was, as he discovered later). So there Aaron was, taking cock from several strangers at each end (the guys sucking him had since gotten off the ground and were fucking his mouth) and the kid slowly grew to love it and not care. He was just a dick machine to be used and used he was - in every way imaginable. By the end of the night, (many hours later), he had taken at least twenty loads in the ass and many more down the throat. Quite a few of the men were poz and some even started saying things like 'charge him up' while fucking him - though Aaron was too far out of it at that stage to question what they meant... At the end of the night my buddy told him how great the night had been and that he hoped Aaron had fun. Aaron said he did but that he really hadn't intended to be such a pig. Aaron said he did but that he was a bit worried about all the pain and blood in his ass. My buddy just looked at him and smiled.

Part 2 I dropped my fifth load inside Chase’s well used ass as the sun peered through the curtains of the hotel room I could see in Chase’s eyes he was ready for a break. I suggested that we jump in the shower to refresh ourselves. While we were in the shower I told Chase more about my business. His eyes lit up as I told him how much money I typically make in a week. I told him that I wanted him to come back to the city with me. The expression on his face was one of conflict, he knew that he could use the money, but he didn’t want to leave his boys. After the shower we drank a ton of water and ate a couple bananas each when I told him to go over to the bed as I finished getting things ready for us to start back up again. When he reached the bed I let him know that there was a (well packed) pipe waiting for him if he wanted to smoke some more of the stuff we used last night. The eagerness of his grabbing the pipe and lighting up (with my instructions) told me he like Miss. Tina. Looking in the mirror I could see him blowing some impressive clouds. When I joined him at the bed I told him to lie back as I placed a strap on his upper arm. Chase didn’t question anything I was doing (not even the ‘red’ tinge to the barrel of the point) as I wiped his arm with alcohol. I simply told him that if he really liked the stuff I gave him last night along with what he was smoking, he would love what I was about to give him. I found a nice vein and slipped the needle in, registering an additional red to the barrel before I slowly pushed the plunger down. As I was injecting the drugs into my friend I let him know a little bit of what to expect as the point was emptied. I placed some tissue on the injection site, raised me friend’s arm as I released the strap. Chase coughed out hard as he rode his first rush. I joined Chase on the bed as I rubbed his chest letting him know everything was going to be just fine. I then began to administer my own slam. Once I joined Chase’s level (well not quite, I did about half of was I gave my buddy) I pulled his head to me throbbing cock. He eagerly swallowed me to the root as I pulled his body around so I could eat his hungry ass. His moans drove me wild as I was eager to fuck my friend. There was going to be something different during this fuck session. It was time to let Chase know his fate and seal the deal of his moving to the city with me. I crammed a pillow under Chase’s ass as I lined up my cock with his formerly neg ass. I slid in slowly while I stared directly into my friend’s eyes. As I bottomed out balls deep I asked him how my poz cock felt inside him. I don’t think his drug hazed brain registered what I said as I began to slowly pull out before slamming back in. After a few strokes I then commented that I could still feel my dirty, poz cum deep inside him, that after I was finished his poz ass was going to belong to me. I kept this talk up and slowly saw the wheels turning when he finally got what I was telling him. I cannot describe the expression that told me he knew his fate was sealed. Chase placed his hands on the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. I knew at that moment Chase made up his mind to go back with me to the city. I kept Chase high until Sunday morning with additional slams as I started to explain more of the business and how he was the star of my latest live production. I showed him where several of the hidden cameras were in the room and the estimate that this weekend’s live sex show probably netted me $10,000-$15,000, which half was his. Chase took another half dozen loads from me before we ended the show, had something to eat and slept until early Monday morning when we left for the city.

Swallow, swallow, swallow! Why waste a gift. Damn I love to be pissed on/in. Also like a guy to spit in my mouth...yum!