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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)

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.

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

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????

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.

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

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.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

I'm a freshman in college and have been pretty DL but also wanting to try a dick for the longest time. I got on the sniffies app & found this guy with a really thick dick who wanted to fuck me. I live with roommates int he dorms so I couldn't host, but he suggested that we could meet anonymously in a nearby college building in the basement, which had a bathroom that people rarely went to. He said he only fucked bareback and wanted to breed me which made me pretty nervous because I've never done that before, but I was really horny and really wanted to try it, so I agreed. He told me to meet him in the stall next to the back stall and tap my feet to let him know it was me. He stuck his fat cock under the stall and I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. Then he said he really wanted to blow his load in my hole. We didn't have lube so he just spit on his dick and stuck it in. To be honest it hurt pretty bad at first, but after 30 seconds of pumping I started to enjoy it. We heard someone walking towards the bathroom so we knew we had to wrap it up quick. He grabbed my hips and thrusted hard and deep into my virgin hole and shot a load deep inside me. I went back to my dorm with his cum still sitting in my hole. I hadn't cum in the bathroom because he just used my hole and left, so I started fingering myself using his cum as lube. It felt incredible and before I knew it I shot my load. I think this won't be the last raw load I take. I'm already thinking about the next load I can get. Something tells me I might turn into a cum dump... I also filmed a bit of it if you guys are interested: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video74530109/18_yo_bareback_cruising_in_college_bathroom

I'm just a humble cocksucker. But I just got the biggest treat the universe could give me when I went to the gym tonight. I got a second chance! When I was changing in the locker room the same guy as last week walked in and started to undress. The exact same situation as last week! The very same belt buckle sounded and I went into cocksucker-state-of-mind right away again. Mouth opened, tongue came out and my throat relaxed itself. I thought about you guys! I realized I was given a second chance and acted right away. He saw me and my dripping cunt and dragged me into the nearest shower cabin. It was the best throatfuck I ever had! I'm so thankful! I think I have a new regular! 😉 Thank you guys! 😉 I will keep you updated!

Cant leave a reaction for the day 🤬 Fringin hot as hell 🔥

Yeah, I get that. It's a very different vibe. The holy grail for me is a connected fuck with what I think of as "long-haul" fuckers and breeders. An intense experience that unfolds over a few hours without rushing. My best experiences tend to be 2 to 5 hour long sessions where we lose ourselves, get primal, and don't even feel the time passing. My daddy and regulars can always tell how much I'm enjoying them inside me and pleasing them. I'm told I make great sounds when I'm being fucked, but what they love most is how much my dick leaks while I'm being fucked well. Multi-cummers, long-fuckers, or guys who take a long time to cum are ideal playmates. I like giving the guys who can go long the time to do that, since they tell me so many bottoms are one and done and not up for the long-haul. I like to really surrender and earn the moments when a man can't help but lose himself completely and throb his seed inside me.

I love sex as sleazy and as dirty as possible. It was so horny going into a public toilet and reading all the things guys had written on the walls, some were very extreme and some of the drawings were so dirty in what they predicted. I used to wank as I read the messages and loved to piss all over the drawings on the walls.

I started just because of the feeling initially, it’s obviously so much more sensitive when there’s not a thin layer of latex wrapped around my cock. Then after a while I noticed that psychologically I felt so much closer to the bottom, like we were being truly connected on a much deeper level

I was raised Methodist, and I observe with either bemusement or amusement (I can’t decide) that the United Methodist Church - the second largest Protestant denomination in America is currently tearing itself limb from limb because some in the denominational leadership are absolutely determined to keep the wicked, heathen, soulless gays away from their communion wafers. I have to suppress a giggle when I read that part of the agreement to “let” almost half the churches that don’t want to preach hate depart includes a stipulation that the departing churches can’t call themselves United Methodists. Well look around, folks, you’re just as un-united as they are now. It takes two sides to have a schism. I haven’t set foot in a Methodist Church since I was an undergraduate, nor have I found any church where the people were actually Christians that Christ would recognize. I’ve known a few of the genuine article, but they seldom need a church to do their good in the world. I pity Mr. Johnson, actually. Not just because he’s clearly such a damaged soul, but because he’s let himself be lured by the bait of power into the abattoir where the demons are even now sharpening their knives for him.

One of my favourite things is a top or master who orders me to take some other loads before he'll breed me. I'm a cumdump that loves a challenge 🤤

Bet you they were banned because they had less than 6 inch. I am not even kidding. I guarantee the owner check dick size before banning them, because why? because that's where we're at, and that's who we are now. Proof. Just checked NYC on bbrt and out of 500 guys, only 8 said small dick, and 24 said average, meaning that 93,% have a big dick. More proof, look at the dick size categories in advanced search, and tell me why "big" gets 3 categories

That's what you and I would think, but for a lot of these people, they actually get off more on the lying and sneaking around and being a shit person than they do the actual side sex. Take away the so-called "fun" of having to deceive someone you allegedly love and violate the rules you willingly agreed to, and these people probably couldn't get it up if they had to.

7th pig in 24 hours and still parTying. Based in London uk now and fucking going wild

Interesting thought as usual. Surely, though, btms taking many cocks and many loads is lust as well as physiology?

I may be the exception. For me it's not all about the load but about the fucking. The longer he spends fucking my hole the better. The load is the icing on the cake. IF he shoots within a few minutes I do expect a much longer round 2 😉 I have or had a few fuckbuds who are like this. They know I don't like it when they cum too quickly so when he's in 'danger' we stop and do something else until it's 'safe' to continue again. For me that's the best sex. Unless he's a multi-cummer and pumps a few in hehe! Love those guys!! The guy who was really good at this spent two hours doing me like that. Fucking bottom heaven for me! Sadly he moved away.

I too had many hot times both topping and bottoming, sucking and being sucked, as a teen and early 20s in 3 different T-rooms in the local mall (late 70's, early to mid 80's) just outside NYC along with the T-rooms in Macy's, Sak's and Lord & Taylor in Manhattan, along with the YMCA in the West 60s, Lincoln Center Library and Port Authority & GWB bus terminals... wild times, the good old days!

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.

I used to use condoms but always hated the sensation...turns out I'm allergic to latex...but I also always had trouble finding a decent size (being 7x7) so I started barebacking with the bf I had at the time...after I caught him lying and cheating I started barebacking a twink prostitute friend of mine, and never looked back.

Part 23: The Ultimate Gift (Dominic's Perspective) December 2008 I’ve always had mixed feelings when it comes to Christmas. Call me a Grinch-in-training or a Scrooge-yet-to-come all you like, but I have my reasons for feeling so mixed. My family life growing up wasn’t the best, so family time was unwanted most times. Money was tight, meaning we didn’t get a ton of gifts. Once I was off on my own, I found the holidays left me feeling lonely. That brought me to the only thing I like about the holidays: desperate men needing a hard fuck. I discovered quickly that married men who were tired of shopping for gifts for their kids or couldn’t stand to be around their wives for another second were willing holes, and my cock was only too happy to help them get into the spirit. They seemed to be able to get their frustrations out with each hard thrust I made into their asses, opening them up, pounding their prostates into oblivion; these men wanted some pain, and I was willing to give it to them. Don’t believe me? Check the tally marks on my arm. We’d meet at their places while their wives were taking their kids to see the in-laws, giving me plenty of time to desecrate their marital bed and possibly poz their married holes. I even met some of these men while they were shopping, ducking into changing rooms where I filled these married men’s holes with toxic cum. Their wives would be calling into them while I held their mouths closed so they didn’t scream out with each thrust. Once, I met a guy in his car and fucked him while his infant son was in the backseat. Men can be so twisted, especially during the holidays. Still, I tend to avoid shopping malls when the holidays come around. They tend to be too crowded, and I usually grow tired of hearing the same songs over and over again. I never play these songs in my tattoo shop as I never wanted my frustration to come out as I hold a needle to someone’s arm. That’s not the type of damaging injection I like to perform. Still, one year came around when I needed to go to the mall right before Christmas. I’d wanted it to be a quick in and out, but an unforeseen distraction kept me longer than I had intended. As I entered the mall, I saw a long line of families waiting to sit on Santa’s lap. Parents and children were everywhere. I tried my best to move around them, but my large frame made it difficult. As I tried to sneak by the set-up they made, I hit into one of the giant plastic candy canes and knocked it over, startling everyone, including Santa. “Sorry,” I said, helping one of the elves pick it up. I looked up to check on the scene and found Santa staring right at me, a sly smile seen beneath his white beard. I wouldn’t say he was the normal Santa. Yes, he had the white beard, but there was gray within it too, and it wasn’t terribly long. He didn’t look old, at least in his fifties, maybe sixties at a push. I was sure he was wearing fat padding from the way his suit looked. Overall, he was a good-looking Santa. Better than any Santa I’d ever seen. As I analyzed him, his eyes never left me. I backed away, apologizing to everyone around me, but he kept his gaze fixed. I saw in the crowd of watching eyes a few faces of men I’d fucked, and felt the sudden heat of knowing that I was being observed intently. My chest was pounding and my cock started to swell. Fuck, I needed to get away from these families before my dick became noticeable. It’d been a while seen I’d fucked someone, and my hardening dick was confirming this. Maybe one of the hungry daddies in the crowd wanted a second taste. I bought what I needed and started to head out of the mall, noticing that the crowd for Santa had disappeared. Finding one of my married men to fuck had escaped me. My dick was still semi-hard, my balls aching for release. I didn’t want to go one more night with jerking off as my only relief. With the exit in view, the sudden urge to piss hit me. Snow was coming down hard, and I started cursing myself for not getting myself new tires, knowing mine were dangerous. It would take forever to get home, even without the traffic I was sure would be backed up. I felt desperate, and I knew I wouldn’t make it home in time. I found my way down a long hallway to a section of the mall which looked as if it wasn’t often used. The women’s room was out of order, a large sign hanging on the door. The men’s door, while dirty, had no sign. I ran inside and stopped dead. “Fuck.” Santa was standing in front of me, his red pants still on but his coat gone, revealing a hairy chest which showed muscles and a slight gut. His hair was salt-n-peppered with tattoos beneath. I stopped breathing for a second, my cock rising again almost instantly. “Hello,” he said, his smirk from earlier returning. “Hello,” I said, still slightly stunned. “I’m sorry. I was looking for the bathroom.” “You found one,” he said. “To bad it’s out of order.” “There’s no sign,” I said. “Must have fallen off,” he told me. “I’ve been using it to change.” “I see,” I said, my eyes looking over his body. As I took him in, I found myself realizing that I’d one day look much like this man. Our builds were similar, though I was slightly taller. He looked as if he was hairier. He was the type of man I’d imagine in porn, dominating a situation, using his years to show other men how it’s done. Even though I usually dominate during sex, I knew I’d find myself falling under this man’s orders easily. “Is there another bathroom?” I asked. “Only for employees,” he said. “Fuck,” I said, leaning forward a bit, my hand unknowingly moving down to my crotch where I felt as if I was about to burst. I could feel my cock inching down my pants’ leg, showing itself. Now, as I reached down, I was drawing attention to it. “Gotta piss?” he asked, his eyes taking me in, focusing down on my growing bulge. I nodded. “You can still go,” he said. I looked over at the urinal and found it covered by a garbage bag. “Doesn’t look like I can.” “Sure you can,” he said. He stepped toward me, chest pushed out, nipples hard in the cool air. I could smell his sweat, his musk intoxicating. “You made quite the scene earlier.” “It’s hard to get through crowds,” I told him, my body stiff as he grew closer. “You know, men like us.” “Yes,” he said, smiling. “Men like us. Hard.” He kneeled down, his red pants on the dirty bathroom floor. “What are you doing?” I asked, stepping back. He reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him, his face level with my bulge. He looked up at me. “Should I stop?” I must have shaken my head “no” as he then smiled and grabbed for the button of my jeans and undid it, pulling the zipper down. My bulge stuck out, his thumbs running along the fabric, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. He pressed his nose against my underwear, breathing deeply. “I think I smell dried pre-cum,” he said. “Is it recent?” “Yes,” I told him. “When I saw you earlier.” He smiled. “Now, how about some relief?” he slipped his fingers into my pants and underwear and pulled them down, my hard cock flopping out and standing straight out toward him. “There’s the prize.” He licked his lips. “Sure you can go hard?” “I’m ready to burst,” I said. He nodded and opened his mouth, directing my cock to rest on his tongue. He looked up at me and winked. My piss shot out in a powerful stream, so much rushing out that I thought he was going to choke. As his mouth filled up, he swallowed, never missing a drop. His eyes stared straight into mine as he swallowed me down, my cock inching further into his mouth until his lips swallowed around it. “Don’t stop,” I moaned once my piss ran dry. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer. My dick slid into his throat, his mouth opening, taking me in until his nose was buried into my pubes. His mouth was warm, his tongue and throat massaging my cock while his one hand moved to my front and grabbed my balls. “You don’t know how much I’ve needed this,” I moaned. My cock slid out of his mouth, pre-cum sticking to his white beard. “It’s my job,” he said. “Santa gives gifts.” He stood up, his sweaty chest pressing against me. “Now, it’s time for you to give me your gift.” I stood still, my heart beating faster. My gift. I looked down and found that my biohazard tattoo was covered by my shirt, but it could have moved when he drank down my piss. Maybe, one of the married men I’d fucked in the past and converted told him? Why would they have done that? It made no sense. Maybe he wanted it. Maybe he was a chaser. I took a step back. “What?” he asked. “Don’t you want to fuck my ass? Don’t you want to shove your monster into my hole?” “Of course,” I told him. “Then do it,” he growled, pushing me up against the door. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. You’ve already filled my mouth and stomach. Now I need you to fill my ass and guts. Come on. Make Santa happy.” He stepped back and took his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, revealing a bulge of his own kept tight in a dirty jockstrap. He turned around, showing his ass covered in gray hair. He reached back and pulled his cheeks, revealing a puckered hole. My cock jumped, a large drop of pre-cum dripping out. I reached out and ran a hand over his crack, my fingers pressing into his hole. “Fuck, you’re tight.” “I’m versatile,” he said. “I’m guessing you top.” “I ONLY top,” I told him. He looked back at me, a huge smile on his face. “Perfect,” he said. “I haven’t found any men worthy to top me for some time. I’ve been topping, but I’ve been looking for a man like you. Not some skinny twink or wannabe top. I need an alpha male to fuck my hole.” He reached back and grabbed my cock, pulling me closer to him. “I need your cock in my hole.” “I only bareback,” I told him. “I don’t play with condoms. Ever.” He smiled, opening his ass wider. “I like my gifts unwrapped.” I grabbed him by his hips and turned him toward the bathroom mirror, both of us catching each other’s eye in the reflection. “I fuck hard.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Make me bleed.” “With pleasure,” I said, grabbing my spit-covered cock and shoving it into his hole. As I felt a wave of pleasure ripple through my body, he tensed, my large size threatening to tear his hole in half. “Fuck,” he cried, leaning on the sink’s counter, hands reaching out to the mirror. “You’re bigger than I thought.” “I hear that a lot,” I said, bottoming out. His hole squeezed on my cock, milking me, causing my knees to buckle. I fell forward, pushing my cock even further inside his warm body. He groaned. His naked skin was warm, urging me to feel him more. I pulled off my shirt, both of us now nearly naked. I looked on the sink’s counter and saw his Santa hat. If I’m about to deliver a gift, I thought, I should look the part. I took the hat and put it on, smelling his sweat from a long day’s work. He was intoxicating. I leaned forward, my naked chest pressed against his back, the hair covering our bodies rubbing together. “Fuck,” he said, looking at me in the mirror. “I’ve been a naughty boy, sir.” “How naughty?” I asked, playing along. “Very,” he said. “I’ve fucked so many men.” “How about some of the fathers you saw today?” “A few,” he said. “Me too,” I told him. “You’d be amazed how many find the suit a turn-on.” I looked at myself in the mirror, watching as the hat moved with each thrust. There was something sexy about it. I felt as if I was taking something innocent and damning it, making it dirty. I loved doing that. I was good at it. “I don’t believe in coal,” I told him. “I have other ways of punishing you.” Our breathing was strained, sweat covering our bodies. I could see his face growing red. He was biting down on his arm to stop himself from yelling. I pulled my cock out until only the head remained. I could sense his body easing, but it wasn’t for long. I jammed myself back inside, hitting his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned, one hand reaching back, grabbing my thigh and pulling me closer. “I’m cumming. Fuck. I’m cumming.” I could feel his body shudder as he unloaded in his jockstrap. The way his muscles moved and the fact that I hadn’t cum in what felt like forever, I found myself on the edge. “Unload your gift in me,” he yelled, his ass pushing back on me. “Do it. Give it all to me. Cum in my pig ass.” “You want it?” “Fuck yeah!” I grabbed his hips and started slamming myself into him, my breathing quick while my heart pounded. “You want this gift?” “I do!” “You want to be my twenty-fifth?” “Absolutely,” he cried, and I knew he didn’t know what I meant. “Fuck,” I said, my fingers digging into his skin. “I’m cumming.” “Do it! Cum in my dirty ass!” “FUCK!” I buried myself as far into his body as I could, erupting inside him, my gift leaving my worn body and spreading into his own. Weak, I fell forward again, resting on him, feeling his beating heart and labored breathing. Fuck, his body was amazing. I could feel his muscles moving beneath me. “From the huge load in my ass,” he said, looking at me in the mirror, “it’s been a while for you.” “I’ve needed this,” I told him, kissing the back of his neck. I pulled out and found traces of blood on my cock. “I think you needed it too.” “My hole always needs a strong man’s cock inside it,” he said. He straightened up and turned to me, our naked bodies facing each other for the first time. He looked me over, noticing my tattoos. His eyes traveled down and rested on my biohazard tattoo. He smiled. “When you said you were delivering a gift, you really meant it.” I waited for his reaction, waiting for him to attack me or something, but he didn’t. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and brought me up against him. He leaned closer and kissed me. I could still taste my piss on his tongue. “Happy with my gift?” I asked him. “We’ll see,” he said. He took his hat and pressed it against his nose, breathing in our scent. “I think you need one of your own.” He slipped his hat on and then slipped his jockstrap off. I could see his fresh cum collected in the pouch, soaking in the fabric. “Take this,” he said, giving me the dirty jock. I took it, eyeing the cum. “Thanks.” I tilted the pouch, pouring the cum into my mouth. He tasted great. There was a heavy odor clinging to the fabric. It was intoxicating. “I’m Nick,” he said. “Saint Nick?” I asked, raising a brow. “You know there isn’t anything saintly about me,” he said, pulling his pants off completely. “That was fun. We should do it again.” “Definitely,” I said. I gave him my number, slipping his jockstrap into the bag in which my purchase waited. “I better be going. Bad weather coming.” “Be safe out there,” he said. “But not that kind of safe.” “Never,” I told him. ** Four Weeks Later: I sat in my tattoo shop, watching as the snow was falling. I was readying myself for my next client when I heard a familiar voice. “How’s my favorite Santa?” I looked up and saw Nick standing in front of me, smiling. I almost didn’t recognize him in jeans and a coat that wasn’t red. He was still sexy, even more so than before. There was something in the way he was carrying himself that showed true confidence. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giving him a hug, his hand reaching down and grabbing my ass. “The holiday rush is over,” he said. "So, no more Santa?" "Unless you want him back," he told me. "I think I'm excited to see regular Nick here," I told him. I leaned in close and whispered, "I'm wearing the jock you gave me." "Fucking how," he said. “ Since Christmas is done, I’m freer now.” “Ready for another round?” I asked him. “Absolutely,” he said. “First, however, I need a new tattoo from you.” “What of?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “I think you know.” I smiled back. It looked like I was getting my twenty-fifth tattoo and he one that proved I was the best gift giver he'd ever met. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ This was a bit longer than I expected. Hope you liked it. I thought something fitting the holiday would be a nice change of pace. This gives you a glimpse into who Domonic was as he grew in his dominant nature. I have no plans to bring NIck into the current narrative, but I might. I don't want to overcrowd the story. Enjoy.

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

Part 3: Stealth fucked while on a lay-over. The weekend was wild. I ended up staying at the hotel for a few hours, getting fucked by the guys in the room, hanging out, getting high, then getting fucked again. However, the shame of it caught up to me. At work, I felt like people could tell I was whore. I interpreted every glance as a confirmation that others knew I was a depraved, desperate, dick hungry whore. Shortly after the weekend I picked up a three day pairing that took me across parts of central north america. These pairings often were some fun, but there were plenty of down moments as well, where we would stay overnight in a fairly small town with regional airports. Thankfully, this hotel was close to the downtown and not to far away from the highway. I managed to get through the first two days pretty well, mostly keeping to myself and hanging out at the hotels on my time off. I jerked off a little and got drunk by myself in the hotel room, but the wildness of the previous weekend kept me away Grindr and other apps. By the time we arrived at the final hotel in our third layover, I was getting pretty horny and starting to dream about what might happen when I got home and had 5 uninterrupted days off. Would I be slutty again? I had fully deleted the apps off my phone but I was itching to download them again. The crew I was with headed straight to check-in and all were ready to go to dinner, but I was thinking I might skip. However, the thought of hooking up wasn’t too good either, as our rooms were always close together and having random men coming in and out of my room (and potentially in me), could get me in trouble or at least have them notice or suspect something was up. I got to my room feeling lost and frustrated, figuring I might just be a good boy and stay in and jerk off, when I noticed the bathroom was completely flooded. I couldnt stay here, however the staff downstairs were quick to find a solution. It wasn’t long before I was in a new room, with a much bigger space, and on a completely different floor and area of the hotel. Before long, I was alone again after having let the crew know I was staying in and moved to a different room. I was gifted a bottle of champagne for the trouble of switching rooms and I brought it with me to the bathroom. I figured I might as well have a nice bath. I turned the water up so hot, put on some music and drank champagne in the bath. I grabbed a bottle of poppers in one of the other cities and thankfully, as I am a crew member, my bags are rarely searched, so I didnt have to worry about anything falling out. As I was rooting through my clothes and bags something fell out a pair of jeans I had brought with me and hit the bathroom floor. I was already naked at this point, feeling a bit slutty, but really feeling like I needed to do my best to be good. But all I wanted to do was be bad. I lifted up the items from the floor and saw that what had fallen out was actually a couple of baggies of party favors from a couple of weeks ago. I must have been wearing those jeans out and about and forgotten any of this was there. I had heard stories of crew members smuggling all kinds of shit over the years, but I was too nervous, yet here it was, I had smuggled some powder and pills accidentally on this trip. No sooner did I realize this when I got a text message from the head flight attendant letting me know the delays were starting, it was likely we are going to be here for at least a day and a half. My mind started making decisions really quickly. I couldnt bring these drugs back on the plane, and now I was here for much longer than I anticipated. The tub was filling up, I was feeling a bit tipsy, it was still only 6pm in the evening. There was plenty of time to get into trouble, but also a really great opportunity to be innocent. To be good. To prove to myself that I could just stay in and not hook up. Fuck it. I turned off the tub as it was getting pretty full. I grabbed the pills, looking like a couple hits of molly, and swallowed both with a big swig of champagne. I was in another city, now with too much time on my hands, and a really horny urge to get fucked. I sat down on the edge of the tub and opened grindr. I knew it was going to be a while before I started feeling the effects of the pills. I didnt even touch the powder. There were a bunch of messages. I was taking swigs of the champagne, right from the bottle and touching my dick here and there. Most of the messages were innocent enough, but one account caught my eye. He was 100 meters away, mostly blank profile with some stats indicating he was 45, daddy type, and discreet. I climbed into the tub with the champagne and my phone nearby, and the poppers within reach. I had the lights turned down low and figured I might as well settle in. I opened the message from the 45 year old daddy. Daddy45: “Hey, you are close. In from out of town?” Me: Hey sup? Yeh. here for one night. Daddy45: What are you looking for? Top, bttm? Looks like you might be at the hotel nearby. I figured I still had an opportunity to be good. I could just chat. I could just stay within this hotel room, by myself, get room service, watch tv, and just do my own thing. But already, I was feeling the effects of the drink and some slight tingles from the pills. Working on my feet all day with very little food seems to have set me up for a quick high. Me: Yeh, kinda horny. At a hotel. Vers bttm here. Probably just chatting though. The chat went on like this for a little bit. Mostly small talk. Then he sent a pic of his dick with the message, “really horny here… looking to blow my load. You in? Got a pic?” I didnt respond. I just sat there thinking, fuck. This feels awfully familiar. I could invite him over, maybe just suck him, I dont need to fuck. I also have condoms and lube, so I could just be safe. I could be in control. I didnt need to lose it like last time. Or? I could be a slut. Next to my toiletry bag was my flying kit, in it was a sleep mask that could easily become a blindfold. Fuck. Me: Hrmmm. I would be open to sucking you… I sent him a pic of me in my jockstrap and tshirt, with my face blurred out, side profile, showing my hard cock in the pouch and my bare ass. Daddy45: Room number? I could be there in 10 mins. I paused for a bit. Was I really doing this? I felt mostly fine, mostly in control. Me: Give me 30. I need to clean up. Im in room 803. Door will be unlocked. Daddy45: Cool. Just a quickie cool? Im just looking to get off. Me: Cool yeh. Sounds good. I closed my phone apps and I decided to get cleaned out just in case. Already I was starting to feel swirly. I put on a deep electronic playlist on my phone and drained the tub. I started to feel nervous and was getting shaky like I usually do when I am anticipating being a slut, but I pushed through and started cleaning up. I was much quicker than usual, lack of food probably helped. Even though I gave him 30 minutes, I was ready in 15. I threw on a jockstrap, a tshirt, and grabbed my sleep mask, poppers, drugs, and headed to the main room. I was given a suite with a living area and a bedroom. I laid out on the large couch in the living area and opened up the apps. Grindr had a few more messages. I was fully intending on just sucking off this one guy, but I knew I could go crazy, and I was obviously considering more since I had cleaned out, but there was a little innocent voice inside me saying, “You can be good”. But I needed to be bad. I messaged Daddy45 and told him I was ready. Me: Im done. Ill be in the main area on my knees, blindfolded, and ready to suck you off. Daddy45: Hot. Blindfold eh? Be there in 5. I responded to a few other messages, mostly blank profiles with single word messages. Given it was a small rural area, I figured this was a strong hold for horny closet cases and travellers. The five minutes went by pretty quickly. I decided to watch the app and see what else might happen. I was starting to feel really high by this point and knew that I was headed for trouble. I decided to take a few rips of powder and follow it up with a big swig of champagne. The result was immediate. I felt wild. I saw a message from Daddy45. “Just getting in the elevator. You ready?” My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was rock hard. And I felt like I was going to burst or melt, all at the same time. I turned off the music, took a few huge hits of poppers. Daddy45: Walking down the hall. You good? Poppers started kicking in. I was feeling ravenous, uncontrollable, and like I was ready to ruin my life. Me: Yeh I am ready. Shove your cock in my mouth. I slipped the mask over my face and threw everything under the couch, just as I heard the door open. I heard footsteps, the removal of clothing, and breathing. He approached me and I sat there mostly motionless, with my hands at my sides with the poppers in one hand. He whispered in a low growl. “Fucking hot”, as I felt him pull my head forward. His rock hard dick hit my face before he shoved it in my mouth with a grunt. I started sucking immediately, long deep sucks, pulling my tongue along the underside of his cock as I bobbed up and down in deep strokes. I arched my back and humped the air slightly, my horniness and highness getting the better of me. He just groaned. I felt him slide his hands down my back and pull at the strap of the jock as he fucked my face. He tasted amazing. He was a little wet, uncut, and average thickness and length. Maybe a bit on the girthy side, but totally manageable. My fav kind of dick to suck because I can control so much of it with each movement. It was delicious. His body seemed fairly solid, beefy daddy type. He pushed in and out, mostly groaning and using one hand on my head, the other to stroke my back and pull at my jock strap. He leaned over a little further as he plowed my mouth and there was just enough room for him to reach my ass checks and hole. He groaned deeply. Daddy45: Fuck dude. You have a hot ass. You wanna get fucked? My inhibitions were slowly sliding away. I tried to pick up the pace on his dick, hoping at least that I could get him to cum and I wouldnt have to respond to his question, but it didnt seem to deter him. He started slightly tapping at my hole before pulling his hand away from my ass. I kept sucking, before hearing him spit and then feeling his hand going back to my ass with his middle finger slipping in. I was pretty high by this point so he didnt face any resistance. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you are so hot. That hole, damn. Turn around and let me see it at least? I kept sucking. I was in a trance of sorts, just focused on getting his cum in my mouth. However, I was losing any sense that I could control this situation. He pulled out and tapped my face and my ass. He spoke again, this time more firmly, “Turn around”. I did as I was told. Things were escalating quickly. I presented my ass to him. I was on the living room floor, now with my elbows on ground, doggy style, with my fresh hole and ass being presented up to a man I have never met before. He seemed to like it. Daddy45: Fuck dude, such a hot hole. I felt a tongue at my ass. Fuck. This was going to be impossible to get out of. I opened the bottle of poppers and took a few huge hits. He noticed and told me to keep hitting those poppers and that he wanted this ass. I felt a tiny shred of innocence still left in me, a thread of not wanting to repeat the mistakes of the past in this current moment. That tiny shred allowed me to respond. Me: “If you wanna fuck me, there are condoms and lube in the bag in the bathroom. Has to be quick though” He just responded with a low grunt and dove a bit deeper in my ass with his tongue before getting up and walking away, presumably to the bathroom to get the supplies. He wasn’t long. I heard the sounds of a bottle being opened, followed by the sounds of a condom wrapper being opened. He was quick though, it didnt take much time at all before I felt the dick head at my hole, with some lube being applied as well. He slid it up and down the crack a few times. I moved my hand back to touch the dick but he pulled away and I heard slick noises as he stroked his dick. Daddy45: Hit those poppers deep. Get ready for me. I did as I was told. Just as I started inhaling I felt him thrust forward and enter me. He did it really roughly knocking me over and onto my chest. I was now face down ass up on the carpeted floor and he was fully on top of me, all of his weight. He just sat there for a few moments, deep inside me and not moving. Daddy45: Ill just fuck for a bit and then you can finish me off by sucking okay? I just groaned. He started slowly pumping. Not pulling out much, just gyrating around in my hole, fully implanted. I was so grateful he was wearing a condom at least. I had some amount of control. I kept hitting the poppers and my mind was flying. As I took some more hits he started pulling out more and shoving it deep again. I could hear his heavy breathing, but also, just next to my head under the couch, I could hear my phone vibrating. Brrrp brrrp. Probably more men who wanted to use my holes. Daddy was breathing heavy, and I could feel sweat from his beefy body coating my back. My shirt was getting wet and my jock strap band on my back felt soaked. He groaned and made guttural noises as he plowed my ass. I just laid there and took it. I started moving my hips a little bit to make his thrusts go deeper. It felt so incredible. Warm, wet, sloppy, and deep. I wanted this and I knew I wanted this from the moment I stepped off that plane. Daddy45: Fuck dude, you love this dont you? He kept pumping, his breathing getting way heavier. Daddy45: Man, this feels so good. You like my balls? You like it deep. Feel those balls slapping against your taint. Fuck yeh. Tell me you want my balls. You want my balls? I just groaned. I had never been asked this before. I had guys last weekend ask me, “You want my load?” and Daddy was asking in a similar tone, but it didnt make any sense. He picked up the pace and started diving deeper. He pulled up off my back slightly, and i could feel sweat dripping down. Daddy45: You want my balls? Yeh, you want them. You want those balls deep. Take them. Fuck yeh. He pushed deep and plowed hard. He stopped slightly, but I could feel him pumping. It felt like a climax, but he kept pumping. He also told me he wanted me to suck him off, so I just assumed he was feeling it. At least he was wearing the condom. He paused and I muttered, “Did you cum?” He just groaned something like “no”, and pulled out. I heard him get up and it sounded like he went to the bathroom and wiped up. I got back to my knees feeling like something wasnt right. I felt different. Full. However, he wasnt long gone and next thing I knew he was shoving his dick in my mouth again. Cept, this time he was sitting on the couch and I was over him. He was slightly soft, but still hard enough. I started sucking and he just laid there. This went on a for a few minutes until he grabbed my head, shoved me down to the base of his cock, and spasmed. He didnt last long and it didnt feel like much, but he came in my mouth, well the back of my throat, and I could taste it. I backed away, coughed a bit, and just kneeled there while feeling my cock through my jock. He got up silently, didnt say another word, just started getting dressed. As he did, I started feeling my ass and hole. It was very wet. I was about to say something when I heard the door click. He left. I took off the sleep mask and felt the room spinning around me. With my other hand I felt my asshole and it was so slick. I shoved a couple of fingers inside me and as I did I felt liquid come out of my hole and land on the carpet. What the fuck? I was spinning a bit but I looked around the room and saw the condom wrapper, but I could see the condom was still inside the wrapper. The fucker stealthed me… and I loved it. He shot a load in my ass when he was going on about his balls and wanting his balls. Clever. I got his balls alright, all their juice was inside my ass. Well, some was in my throat as well. I heard the phone vibrating nearby. I grabbed it and my supplies under the couch and headed to the bed. I laid on my back, fingering myself, while opening hook up apps and sites. I got a load even though I did my best to avoid one. I got a load, even though the innocence in me wanted me to avoid it. I looked out the window from the bed and I could see the storm was staring. Well, I might as well see what else was happening around town. I was now very high, fully loaded, and stuck in this town for at least another 36 hours or so. I might as well let go. Brrp brrp. Blank profile: “You looking? Top here” Me: “Yeh. Hosting now. Come on over…” Sent him my location, room number, and a pic of me laying ass up in the bed I was currently in. Blank profile: “On my way” I guess I was on my way too. On my way to being a slut, even though I told myself I wasnt going to. Again. I hit a line of powder, a huge hit of poppers, then slid the sleep mask down and waited. Here we go again.

Thanks for all these comments! I feel welcomed and in a club lol. I have been being fisted by my girlfriend and also a twinky little boy from my gym the last few months. My girl destroyed me yesterday and I was just in heaven, no uncomfortable and she goes "I was up to the elbow you know" and......well that blew my mind. She's 6 feet tall so those are long arms lol. I need a REAL MANs hands, the Twink is basically the same size as my chick. Still searching. Im almost completely anal, occasionally fucking my girl but she normally just fucks me with her 10 in dildo and then I occasionally take loads at my gym. Literally my dream relationship lol

My tea was ready for me when I got home. “How was your first day?” Asked my mother as I sat down to eat. “Alright,” I replied, blushing as I remembered being fucked and feeling my arsehole still wet and puffy from the pounding it had received. “That’s good.” She replied. She noted his blush and the excitement in his eyes. She was sure she was right – Timmy was gay and, if his face was to be believed, no longer a virgin. “You’ll be going back tomorrow, then?” She asked. I looked at her and returned her smile. “Oh yes.” The next day, I went to the Sauna and helped Bill clean up before the sauna opened. Bill was stripped down to singlet and shorts to clean the shower area and I saw he was covered with tattoo’s. In particular, there was a large biohazard symbol on Bill’s fat, hairy stomach with two scorpion’s either side. Bill saw me looking. “Like my tatt’s?” He said. “Yeah,” I said “but what does that symbol mean on your stomach?” “Don’tcha know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means I’m poz, mate. You might see a few more on the clientele.” I was surprised, and also slightly excited, and wracked my brains to remember if there had been tattoos on the men the previous day. Bill was rubbing his crotch and there was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. “Mind you, they don’t all have them. May be you got pregnant yesterday already!” And he laughed at my shocked expression. He also noticed me lick my lips unconsciously. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. “Want to see my old, poz cock?” I stared, mesmerised, as Bill opened his trousers and levered out a fat, heavy cock with a thick mushroom head, slimey with pre-cum. I was trembling with fear and excitement and didn’t resist as Bill took my hand and placed it on the warm flesh which stiffened slowly until I was holding Bill’s erection. “Good lad,” said Bill. “Give it a rub, then” I began to wank the warm. Silky flesh, feeling my own erection in my pants, but feeling my arsehole throb and twitch even more strongly. Suddenly, Bill pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth. I gasped as I felt a man’s lips on minefor the first time, and the wet tongue probing my mouth. I gasped with pleasure, almost swooning in Bill’s arms as the man’s hands went round to cup my buttocks, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t resist as the hands moved to myis belt, undid the buckle and slid them and myunderwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up against Bill’s belly, but the man ignored it. He sensed Timmy was almost there, almost ready for impregnation. He fumbled in his pocket, found the poppers and opened the brown bottle. He took a brief sniff to get him going, then stuck the bottle under my nose. “breathe,” He said. I took a deep sniff and felt the poppers explode in my head and a warmth which swept away my inhibitions. I began to snog Bill’s lips, gasping with pleasure, as Bill hurriedly pushed his own trousers and underwear down. It was time. “Do you want my cock?” He breathed into my ear. I barely heard, instead squeezing the heavy cock pressing against my belly. Bill chuckled to himself. There was an old sofa in the changing area. He lifted my t-shirt over his chubby torso, squeezing my flabby tits and nipples until I gasped with pleasure. It was definitely time to mate, he thought. He turned me around, bent me over the arm of the sofa, dug the tube of lube out of his pocket, and smeared it gently between my fat, upraised buttocks, dipping his finger in gently until I squealed with delight. Then he grasped his cock, and began to push the mushroom head into the delicate pink slit between my cheeks. I gasped with pain and began to wriggle. “Easy, just relax”, whispered Bill and pushed the poppers under my nose. He felt my quivering body sag in surrender, pushed forward and then the head burst in and his shaft followed in a delicious rush until he was balls deep in my backside. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as Bill began to thrust slowly in and out. My own erection had subsided, and my sole focus was on the sensation of Bill’s heavy cock sliding in and out. I felt Bill pull my arms back. “Hold it open!” He gasped, placing my hands on my buttocks and making me pull them apart so he could get deeper in. I was gasping with pleasure, wanting only to be fucked, and with a growing sense of wanting more – of wanting Bill’s tainted seed. I groaned, my eyes opened wide and my tongue flickered over dry lips as I knew Ie was going to let this man come in me.. Bill was gasping now, close to cumming and he sensed my acceptance of my fate. But I think he wanted to be sure. He leant over my chubby, sweating body and whispered in his ear. “I’m…I’m…gonna cum!” He gasped. “Gonna…ahh…gonna give you my baby’s. Is that what you want… want me to get you pregnant?” I could only arch my back and thrust against Bill’s belly. “Cum in me!” I sobbed. With a growl of pleasure Bill thrust into my chubby body, his cock swelling and throbbing as he shot his dirty load into my rectum, sensing with every spurt that he was impregnating the willing body beneath him. Finally he finished and slowly slid his cock out, closing the buttocks behind to prevent sperm leaking from my ravaged hole. “There you go, you’re fucked now.” He said, belching with pleasure and slapping my quivering buttocks. “I need to open up. Wipe your arse but don’t bother putting your clothes on. I’ve told the regulars you’re an added bonus for them. They can fuck you whenever they want. “ I stood up and nodded. Bill stroked my hair. “Let’s see how many babies we can give you, eh?”

Thank you ejaculaTe, and backpackguy, (sexy name btw, makes me want to go camping and get piggy in the woods!) And to everyone else that enjoys my stories. It's really nice to receive positive encouragement. I know I take loooooong breaks, and start new stories before I finish the old ones, bame it on the ADD, lol, but I plan to continue all my stories and reach a satisfying conclusion to them all.

Part 5 The twins left right after graduation ended around 9 pm. The drive here was going to take them about 4-5 hours. We waited for their arrival so that we could celebrate their new found freedom living with us. It was nice to finally see the twins in person for the first time. Chase last saw them when they were only 2 years old. We welcomed them into our home (bustling with all the activities of uninhibited sex going on). We could tell the twins were ‘over’ stimulated as we helped them with what little they brought with them up to our residence above the company work space. We could see the excitement in their eyes and the growing bulges in their shorts. We knew we couldn’t contain them for very much longer. We made sure they were ok with what was about to happen and they couldn’t have been more excited. The plan was to have them put on their own sex show entitled, ‘Twins Last Neg Breading’ tonight. Then they would be introduced to Miss Tina for the first time right before they would start taking poz cock from their father and uncle. We set them up in a video room and told them to have fun. After the sun came up they had filled each other with enough neg cum for Chase and I to use as lube. We let them get a little something to eat and a quick rinse all the while a couple of butt plugs kept their cum from leaking out. After their shower we could tell that they were tired, but it was time for Tina and the boys weren’t ones to disappoint us. We wanted to start them off with some smoking and shards in their asses, but they would have nothing to do with any of that shit. They were direct and asked us to slam them into the stratosphere. A asked them if they were sure about going directly to slamming, but what surprised me the most was when Chase went for the tourniquet, alcohol prep and the prepared points. Not one to argue with the boy’s father I got extra Viagra for us while the boys got comfortable on the large bed we had set up for this part of the weekend show. As the cameras were rolling we each took a twin and began to prep them for their introduction to chem sex. The twins watched us as we applied a tourniquet to our intended twin’s arm. We watched their expression as the tightness made their well prominent veins bulge out right before we wiped them with a cool alcohol pad. Chase and I were in sync as we found a good vein and slipped the point into the vein, as we explained the process to the boys along with what to expect. I could see Chase’s cock throb as we both got that familiar red flash. We didn’t need to speak as we slowly pushed the contents of those fat slams into the twins. I originally figured that when we got to slamming the boys we’d start them with small slams of .25, but chase had pulled out the big ones he had prepared that were at least .50 (maybe more). Once the points were empty and pulled from their home we put a little pressure on each injection site as we raised our twin’s arm and Chase said ‘Ready or not, here we go!’ as we release the tourniquet (almost) simultaneously. Both boys began a strong coughing fit as we soothed and rubbed their bodies. The change in them was instantaneous. It looked like the twins had similar experiences with their first slam as they simply exclaimed ‘OH FUCK!’ and ‘FUCK YEAH!’. We could see their cocks shrivel up and their hands begin to roam all over their own bodies as their sensations went into overdrive. First we told the boys to kiss each as Chase and I kissed. Then we each shared a passionate kiss with our twin before changing to kiss the other twin. Then we had them start to suck and work our cock that were already rock hard and dripping. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before we began fucking the boys. The plan was to get them to the point where they begged us to fuck them. We maneuvered the boys so that while we got sucked by the twin we slammed, the other twin could get rimmed at the same time. So while I got sucked by my slam victim I rimmed his brother and likewise with Chase rimming my slamee. We easily had the boys moaning like cheap sluts at a frat party. After a good 10 minutes of rimming Chase’s twin was the first to ask when he was going to get fucked. We rimmed both boys over 30 minutes when we let them know that they would get fucked when they asked properly. They were a little lost at how we wanted them to ask and it took another 10 to 15 minutes before my twin guessed correctly and asked me to fuck his neg cunt with my poz cock. He continued to let me know that he needed me to knock him up with my poz babies. The twin sucking Chase quickly followed his brother’s example and we knew that they were ready. We got the twins on all fours facing each other as we began to ready them for their first poz fuck of their life. We were able to watch the face of our opposite twin’s face (as well as each other) as we each began to slowly enter their neg hole. The boys were so fresh, clean and so neg. Chase and I were now inside a twin where only his brother had been. No one other than family ever fucked these holes. By the time we were done with them they’d be bleeding cum. We took our time as we slowly fucked each boy while they were able to not only look at each other eye to eye, but make out with each other while getting fucked. The scene had each of us turned on. Chase was the first to blow his poz seed inside his own son’s ass. This got me going and about 5 minutes later I blew my poz seed in my nephew’s ass. It seemed as if the boys knew what to do next as they switched sides of the bed and the twin I had bred sucked his father’s cock clean, while the twin Chase had bred began to suck my cock clean. It no time I was hard again and was sure Chase would be too as I got my twin on his back. It was time for a proper fucking. Chase soon followed getting his son on his back as I was already balls deep inside the freshly bred hole of my 18 year old nephew. This fuck was going to last longer and allowed for us to share in some kisses with, not only the twin we were fucking, but the twin the other was fucking as well as each other. This also allowed for the twins to kiss some more. Before we were done with the boys for this first exposure to chem sex, each one took a total of 6 load, 3 loads from each Chase and I. We could see that the twins were fading as we were ready to move to the last phase of their welcoming party.

I'm a 26 year old, totally cocky straight white jock dude, definitely the alpha dude in my group of buds, but I have have a major dirty kinky secret: I get off being fucked in the ass by guys. It started out just watchin' porn on the 'net and jerking off while fantasizing about being the guy on the bottom, the tops just using me like a hole for cock. I tried to repress the thoughts (and feelings), but shit, the more I tried not to think about it, the more it fuckin' turned me on knowing I had this secret nasty side that my girl and buds had no clue about. First time I was with a buddy kiteboarding in Mexico. A bunch of us dudes were hanging out afterwards and a Mexican dude had Tina and passed it around. I got fucked up big time on that shit and totally lost control. Late that night after my buddy left with some girl I ended up in this dirty bathroom on the beach with my boardshorts pulled down bent over with the Mexican guy that had the Tina fucking me in the ass until he dumped his cum in me and walked out. I was totally freaked out but also horned up big time by how fuckin' dirty it was. Next day I was freaked out thinking my bud would know something was up but it turned me on big time thinking about knowing he had no clue I let some dude fuck my ass. Later that night I was at the bar with my buddy and I saw the Mexican guy again I was both turned on and nervous since my buddy was there. The Mexican guy was cool, though not given up what happened last night. After my buddy left with some other chick I asked the Mexican dude if he had more T. He laughed knowin what I really was askin' for was to get fucked up and get his cock up my ass. So, yeah, I got fucked up on T that night and spent all night like a dirty fuckin' whore being used by the Mexican guy. It was nasty. I sucked his cock let him fuck my face, slap me around, fuck my ass, spit on me and treat me like a total whore and ended up with a few loads of his cum in my ass. Next day me and my buddy drove home - I could barely sit in car with my ass in pain from the cock I took the night before, but man I was boned all the way home. That was about six months ago. Since then I've become a total cum dump for Mexican guys. This shit is totally a deep dark secret but I get off sneaking around without my girl or buddies knowing that I will let any Mexican guy fuck and cum in my ass if he wants to.