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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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m going to start by stating that what I’m about to reveal is all true. Any inserted pics are real and are of me. I’ve been an avid reader and part-time participant in the hook up section of this site for years, but I’ve never posted a story, even though I’ve unloaded countless times reading those of others. Many of the stories are about a single event that guys focus on as their transformation, their conversion; they use words like being impregnated, bred, seeded. Don’t get me wrong they’re all hot and fuckn sexy words to use, and I relate to the impact of how words impact and enhances our sex. But I’m going to be honest and say that for me, becoming a poz’d cum hungry, cock worshiping fuckn bareback bottom pig that wants the let my animal out, was no single event. It was what I like to think of as an evolution over many years. It started with the first man’s cock I saw at the age of 6 and from there the journey started. It was my oldest brothers, 14 years older than me. We stripped down to put on swimming trunks, and from my vantage point sitting on my bed, him standing in front of me, all I saw at eye level was his masculine, hairy, meaty thick cock and heavy hung balls swinging in front of me. To this day I can still see it. When I saw my brothers cock, I distinctly remember a tightness in my mid-spine, I remember my hands began shaking and I felt flush all over. I was light headed and then I became warm all over. That feeling still strikes me today when I’m presented with a full meaty man cock, the only exception is that now I know that signal is my instinct, my animal, now my mouth drools and my fuck chute starts to expand from the inside and contracting. Through this journey I opened some doors myself, others were opened and I walked through, some I ran through. Sometimes eyes wide open, sometimes eyes wide shut. There wasn’t a single path I took that I was forced down by anyone other than my growing desire for cock and my growing insatiable need for more. More cock, more cum, more sex, more connection, always more. Before I focus on the single event that I know poz’d my fuckhole, you need to know that until 10 years ago I was a total top. I spent 8 years in the military; I’m 5’11” and average 180 lbs. I’m masculine, buzz cut, goatee, nice pecs 46” chest, hard nips, and hung thick about 7 ½. For years I lived just beneath the surface of the gay lifestyle. Yes, closeted. I had a girl friend, her daddy was the mayor of the town my military base was in, but I had my fuck buddies, most were military, some not. Some were the sons and brothers of guys I served with, but I was always the top. Always bare. Every roommate I had in the military, I “had”, except for one. I made a game of seducing the military hotties, getting them stoned, or drunk The scare of the 1980’s didn’t stop me because in my mind I was the one seeding hole. I was the one getting some twink to swing on my lob and swallow my jizz through some greasy glory hole. I picked up tricks in arcades and hitchhikers downtown and used their mouths and holes in my truck or at their places. I wasn’t concerned. By the mid to late 1990’s however, the number of willing cum junkies was diminishing rapidly. I was now out of the military and my source of fresh young and easy inexperienced drinkers and stoners was cut off. It was a new game. I came out to my girlfriend, and she came out to me. A lipstick lesbian.. ah well.. who could ask for anything better when we both needed a “date”, we were set. All these years later, we’re still best friends. It was in the late 90’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks. Condoms were on the menu and I didn’t want any. I thought I was destined to a life of yanking off or glory hole blowjobs. It was during that time that I acquired a taste for glory holes, and within a year, it was me on my knees sucking some amazing cocks. It was me licking my lips through an open hole in the plywood at arcades in Houston to entice my next load. My appetite grew to where I literally went to the arcade every day for lunch, and after work I was there until nearly 11pm at least 4 nights a week and longer on weekends. I had sucked cock in grade school and high school and ate my share of teen cum loads, but nothing like this. I began using the Internet more and more, and over time I had a steady train of men, gay, bi, and married coming to my place for head. Then I started secretly filming it. I filmed myself giving blowjob after blowjob to these unnamed men. So many that I have two four-hour tapes of myself sucking and swallowing sperm. I’d transfer the film to tape and spend hours watching myself, but more I was focused on the faces of the men I was sucking off. What worked, what was it I was doing that made them go over the edge and feed me their spunk. Over time, I started referring to these tapes as my training aids.. I was learning how to be a better cock sucker, a better provider.. and today, I am still told my mouth is amazing. I simply reversed my role and became the cock sucker I had always wished I had. Sucking cock was and still is a passion, but that too transformed to worship; to using my mouth only without hands ~ licking, tasting, suckling and nursing on a man’s nads until he feeds me. That rapidly became my reward. It was late 1999 when my lust for more grew greater. I was chatting with several guys on line through various sites. One in particular caught my attention. He was a masculine, built hot top man with a massive cock that he would occasionally pump. He got into my head. He was a master at getting what he wanted, and even then I thought I had my shit together. He coached me with his words, asked me pointed questions about my sexuality, made me start questioning why I hadn’t given up my hole. He had me send him pics of myself finger fucking my ass, then over a short period I surprised him with a pic of a plug in my hole. We chatted for about 3 months, and then he informed me that he’d just become single again and wanted to hook up. Knowing he was a full top gave me some hesitation but I wanted to taste his cock and let him get off in my throat. I toyed with the idea for a few days, and then responded that I’d be there on Friday night. I arrived on time and we had some small talk while he offered me a drink. He invited me upstairs to his loft over looking Puget Sound in Seattle. Once in the loft I saw two large king size mattresses raised up off the floor about thigh height, covered in black play sheets. Three of the walls had large mirrors on them with stands of white Christmas tree lights strung all through the rafters in the ceiling. On the far wall was a large 40 some odd inch screen with bareback porn playing on it mixed with some serious hole stretching and toys. On the lower tier of the wall, extending the full length of the room were shelves packed with an arsenal of hole toys, gear, leather, straps, chains, bottles of liquids, jellies and other oils. I was amazed, my spine began its contractions sending my brain the message that this was not going to be a typical night of suck and swallow. As we sat down on one of the mattresses, we began to undress. It took little time for us both to be naked and I was pleasantly impressed by what I saw. I reached out to him and he fell on top of me and began to lick every part of my body. I felt his cock grow rapidly as it pressed into my thigh sending its own heat to my groin. I grabbed his ass and it felt like marble and as hard as his cock. He stuck his tongue down my throat and pinched my nips… “ouch man, take it easy…” He looked me in the eye and said, “hey boy, no problem, let’s relax before I show you a few things.” I sat back on the mattress with my head against a pillow on the wall and admired his body as he walked across the room to flip out the lights leaving only the strands of lights showing in the room. He offered me another drink he’d taken from a small refrigerator and I drank it slowly at first because although it was only a Sprite, the glass must have been dirty. It tasted salty. I figured being a good guest, I’d just swallow it faster and that the liquid would eventually wash off anything on the glass. He sat back down beside me on the bed and began to kiss me gently, making out with me, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. My eyes were closed. A few moments went by and I opened my eyes and felt nauseous. I told him I thought I was going to puke. He put me on my stomach and began rubbing my back, telling me to take deep breathes, that it was okay, that I was just starting to feel the buzz. “The buzz?” I asked, “yea man, I gave you a little G to settle our nerves. I’d never used anything other than pot in my life. I had no idea what this shit was, but I know I was, as he said, relaxing. That night was spent with him eating my hole, fingering my hole, me swallowing his cock and eating his cum. The entire time he was telling me what a “good boy” I was, and how he loved licking and tasting my “pussy”. He said it so many times that I began to respond to his comments of praise. Telling him how good my pussy felt up against his goatee and tongue. Mentally I went to a different place. I found myself being encouraged to expose a part of me I knew existed but had always repressed and hidden. He cupped my cock and balls as he tongue fucked me, and milked my cock of my load and smeared it all over and into my hole.. and he ate me. It was with this man that I spent every single weekend for the next 3 months. He never put his cock in my ass, but before our time was over, he had introduced me to a sling, to receiving a booty bump of Tina, and most importantly, he transformed my physical and mental being from a top with an asshole, to a curious bottom with a pussy. He ended up getting back with his ex, but on our last visit he told me that he had taken me on a journey that he wouldn’t forget. That he hoped in someway he’d helped me realize that I was meant to take cock in my pussy, and my pussy was meant to be transformed further into a whore’s cunt. In truth I sort of understood what he was saying, but only from what he had been telling me and from the porn he’d been flashing at me in my drugged induced states of mind. It was right about this same time that the man who took me the rest of the way walked in my life. His name was John. I met him about a year prior in the park cruising and I’d had the pleasure of blowing him from time to time. One afternoon John called and told me he wanted to see me and about an hour later he was pulling up in my driveway. We had a drink, smoked a few cigarettes and we caught up on what we’d being up to. I shared with him, at least in parts, my recent adventures and the fact I’d found out I had a pussy after all. He grinned and told me he’d love to try it out for himself sometime but that the real reason he had come over was to ask if he could rent out a room from me. He and his partner were splitting up. We discussed it and came to an agreement. Since we were both in construction, I told him if he’d help me with finishing off my basement, I’d give him a lower rent. The following weekend John moved in. John was four years older than me. He was tall, smooth muscular swimmers build, shaved head and brown eyes and about 8”. He was a top. About 2 weeks after moving in and getting settled, I came home to find that the sling I had ordered arrived UPS. I took it to the basement and told John that my project was beginning. It took about a week before the play space was done, as was the adjoining ‘party room’. The sling was hung and I immediately began the process of buying my own toys. John asked if he was allowed to use the room as well and of course I agreed. He added his own toys and gear to a shelf on the far wall. The weekend approached and as I got home from work a car was leaving my driveway. I didn’t’ recognize the guy but found out later that it was John’s connection. John showed me what he’d purchased. Two eight-balls of Tina, 8 vials of G, some E and something called “Special K”. I was amazed and wanted to know about the K. He put his arms on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and said, “I’ll show you if you want, but it’s your pussy I want this weekend, are you up for it?” There went my spine again.. and he knew I was up for it. He told me to clean out good, that I should use his shower attachment in the guest bath. He asked me if he could freshen up my buzz cut for me and I agreed. He told me that he had laid out some things in my room he’d like me to wear. I felt a feeling of being taken care of, like he was primping me, and I said, “man, no one has ever gotten this into a scene with me before.” He came in my room, me standing there naked, and he said “hey buddy, this isn’t a scene, I want to experience your sex, and I want you to let yourself go for me. You’re always the one in charge at work, you’re in charge at everything all the time, but now I want you to be my pussy boy and I want you to FEEL like my boy.” I blushed and told him I was beginning to get real excited, but was a little nervous too. “We’ll fix that soon enough.” I went down to the basement naked with the gear. He had me go to the restroom and there he proceeded to buzz my head. When he was finished, he asked me if it would all right to take digital pics from time to time of our playing and I agreed. He handed me the gear he wanted me to wear, a leather collar, ankle high black leather work boots with low rise red socks. Then he told me to go to the sling and get in. I went in the new play space, and saw on the black charcoal painted walls where he’d written with a white grease pencil lude comments like “take my pussy” and “seed my cunt”. Over the top of the sling on the wall behind it and the section of chain link fence was an arrow pointing down with the words, “poz my cunt”. I climbed in the sling and waited, music began to fill the room. It was Butt Boy. I’d heard it before but somehow in this space it seemed surreal. A moment later John entered the room and set a large tray down on the stool under the sling out of my line of vision. He had put a towel over the tray so I couldn’t see what was on it. He took my feet, one at a time and put them through the leather stirrups. The toe of the boot made it tough to fit through, but he was able to get them in saying, “you won’t be getting out of these without untying the boot.” Then John leaned forward and, rubbing my pecs gently and making my nips rise, said, “Do you trust me?” From somewhere deep inside I knew I did. Here was a man I hardly knew that I let move into my house. I’d given him a key. He’d been there just over 3 weeks, and I knew somehow I wanted to give myself this experience with him. I said just that, but not quite in those exact words. He smiled and then left the room, returning with a standard kitchen chair and my camera to take a few pictures. After the pics, he sat down in the chair and leaned forward. He told me to scoot down in the sling, to let my ass hang off and just over the edge… “come on boy, show me your pussy for the first time.. let me see how beautiful your boypussy is before I transform it into a cunt.” I did as he asked and he met me with his mouth. He started slowly, tasting me, saying words to me that made me feel like a virgin bitch about to loose her cherry. I squirmed and wiggled my hips and flexed my ass cheeks. From time to time we’d share intimate sexual fantasies. Then John sat back and I saw him focusing on what was under the sling. I saw the towel in his hand as he draped it over the seat of the chair and sat back down. Then he told me he was going to give me a booty bump of T. But before that, he wanted me to do a small shot of G. He handed me a shot glass, the G was mixed with coca-cola. “Go ahead, take it.” I asked him if he was going to do any and he said not to worry, he’d be following me along shortly. I took the shot and swallowed it quickly. I liked this method and used it from then on when doing G. I didn’t have to fight a long ass drink of shit I couldn’t stomach. This was a direct shot. John reached over and began to put some kind of locking device on my cock. “What’s that?” “I don’t want you touching yourself. You need to focus on your pussy and what I am doing to it. You need to listen and respond (laughing) as best you can.”. I was in a chastity device. My cock locked in a metal tube and handcuffed around my ball sac. I couldn’t jack off, but I was able to piss through it which he had me do to use my chem’d piss later. I began feeling Johns fingers on my ass, he spit on his finger and probed my ass. “you are fuckn tight boy! Making my cock throb, fuck!” I grinned and he told me I was going to be bumped. I saw a syringe, not like one you’d get a shot with, a little larger, like one you’d use to give a baby liquid, except longer. I felt the length of the tube enter me, and then he paused, “look in my eyes boy, keep looking in my eyes until I say you don’t have to.” I did as he asked. Then he squeezed the plunger, and I felt a warm rush of liquid. It wasn’t a lot of liquid, just a small amount, but the warmth grew until it was hot and I wiggled around in the sling.. “oh fuck John, is it supposed to burn?” “Relax boy, just sit back a second, let me sooth it for you… and with that he spit on his finger again, and it disappeared under the sling, then back up my hole.. it burned more and I thought it was from him inserting his finger without enough spit. “John, it’s burning all over now.. “, he stuck another finger in and began to massage the inside of my pussy. I kept my eyes locked on his, he on mine.. and I began to spin. “yea fucker, you’re feeling it aren’t you?” All I could do is moan and my eyes began to flutter in my skull. “Your fuckn daddy gave you a big bump of T boy, and I rubbed more in there bare with my finger. You’re already getting real wet and opening up for me boy.” I closed my eyes and he began his magic. My pussy was expanding to his touch, sucking at everything he put near it or in it. Over the next hour he coached me, telling me when to relax, when to clamp down, asking me what I was feeling, praising me, telling me I was a good boy, how much he loved my pussy and asking me if I wanted to be made a poz cunt. I knew I wanted it and told him so. I took a broken deep breath and blurted out, “yes, please, help me be who I am, please.” He smiled and had me open my mouth, he spit more G into my mouth and I swallowed it pure. More pictures, more porn playing but this time it was extreme hole stretching porn. I watched the screen as skilled holes took large and then larger toys and fingers and hands, and feet and cocks. John asked me what I needed, “I need to get fuckn chemed hard and have my pussy taken Sir like that!” pointing at the screen. That’s all he needed to hear. “You want me to turn you out boy? You want a gaping cum dripping cunt don’t you boy?” he asked. “Yes, I want to be a cunt that you’ll be proud of, that men will want to use.” John blindfolded me and strapped one hand to the sling, locking it in the wrist cuff. With the other he drew it out straight to the side and strapped my wrist to the handcuffs bolted to the sidewall. He introduced me to Special K. He took a straw and put it up my nostril, pinching the other, “snort it for your dad boy.. show dad how much you want your pussy taken.” I inhaled thinking it was T. In no time my teeth felt numb like coke does but it spread through my body and beneath the blindfold I was “seeing” an array of swirls and color.. I moaned and smiled and felt suction on my nips. “you need some swollen pig nips to adorn this cunt I’m gonna give you boy. Something for dad to fiddle with and suck on when I fuck you”. He placed nip pump tubes on my nips and pumped them up and then I felt him begin to probe my hole again. Large amounts of lube went in my hole and I heard something pumping it in like a caulking gun sounds, followed by a substantial plug. All the while, he was praising me for being a good boy. Then after a few minutes, I felt him strap my extended bicep down to something, and he asked me to breath real deep and not to move.. I did as he said. He asked me how my hole felt and told me that if I hadn’t noticed, it was actively sucking on the plug all by itself. The image hit my brain and I felt I was where I belonged. Then I felt the prick in my arm.. “deep breath boy”.. and the strap removed from my bicep. I coughed hard, not once or twice but three times.. “what do you say boy?” “what the fuck?” “I just slammed you boy.. now what do you say to your dad?’ All I got out was “thank y….ssrr” I was spinning in no time and yet somehow I was still connected to his voice. John sat back down and removed the plug from my ass and then continued to coach me, talk to me, praise me, and replaced one toy after another, fucking me, opening me, telling me how beautiful my pussy was. He put most of his hand in my pussy and began fucking me that way. He shoved a vibrating fat dildo up my ass and that is when I had my first anal orgasm, followed quickly by my flaccid, caged cock, spewing my load of cum out. John cheered “fuck yea pigboy, you’re doing so great!” and congratulated me on cumming with my “boy cock”. He took my load in his mouth, licking it up and spit it in my mouth and fingered the rest up my warm cunt. He continued working my begging eager cunt until I was in total abandon mumbling, begging and asking him to open me more. “boy… I want to breed you.. do you know what that means?” I could only mumble “more please, more”. He removed my blindfold, wiped my face with a towel and had me drink some water. I want to make your cunt a poz cum dump, are you okay with that? “Yes, please, more I want to learn more and make you happy.” I meant it, I had one moment of contemplation and then I felt him touch my open cunt with his thumb and I pushed down until, as he said, my “rosebud just invited him in”. John spent the entire evening from the time I got in that sling around 7pm until the next morning late hours working my cunt. Spreading my lips, rubbing k on my cunt lips until they drooled and hung free and wrapped around whatever he put in there. He stopped calling it a pussy and referred to it as a cunt. He said it was because it was now holding itself open, was wet and drooling and had a nice set of swollen lips hanging from it. He would “diddle” in my hole and tug on my lips to show me. He sucked and chewed on my open cunt. He took pics and showed me what had become of my “top man asshole”. I was born again, and proud of my cunt. He told me to show it off whenever I was around him. We rested some on Saturday afternoon and were back at it Saturday night. This time however, he had me using mostly K, and within about an hour had me taking the biggest toys he had. It was then that he finally put his cock in me with a toy at the same time and unloaded his poz cum in my cunt. From then on, he loved seeding me in any fashion he could. He kept me naked and squatting or in some fashion that he could have easy access to my exposed swollen cunt. We spent the next 7 days naked and converting. He called into my work and took vacation days claiming I had to go out of town. I was chemed up most of the time. He took me to parks to take cocks in my cunt, to arcades and one night we went to the baths at club Z where he let the door open and any walk ins could fuck me bare. On the 5th day he got on line and invited 9 other guys, versatile and tops over, all poz to share his freshly transformed cum hungry poz cunt. He was as proud as I was, bragging about it in the hallways at the baths. It was about a year later I ended up in the hospital with PCP pneumonia. A viral load of over 380,000 and Tcell count of only 30. I had full blown AIDS and was put on AZT. I recovered in time, am on meds, non-detect now with Tcells about 800, but John was around to see me through that too. He died of AIDS in 2005, his body refusing any cocktail combination. From my first time with John, that experience, my stepping off into the place I knew I belonged, trusting a man, and pleasuring one with my cunt, I began a ritual of nearly every weekend for 2 ½ years of being a cum dump for him and others, spreading my cunt to take cock and seed. I continue that journey now and it has been full of perversions, carried out in bath houses and sex clubs, bars, house parties and alley ways. John took me to Palm Springs, LA, New Orleans, Chicago. We attended large group barebacking parties, one in Laguna where I was the only bottom chemed and strapped in a sling for a group of 17 men for a full day while they enjoyed partying. He whored me out in Palm Springs at resorts, and achieved yet another transformation as my cunt fully excepted full fists for the first time. To this day my hunger continues to be fed by those things I have yet to enjoy, those men I have yet to pleasure with my cunt and those I enjoy repeating. My conversion has been an evolution, and one I would not change.

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

I tried to find another topic about this, but I'm wondering if anyone has this fucked up attraction to dangerous men. Every time I see a man who I could see beat me up or unstable, I get scared, but that fear makes me horny as fuck. All I want is him to take me. I think it came from early experience when I lost my virginity with this guy who got me high on weed and had his way with me. I was always scared of him, like there was some unstable part of him. To this day, it was the best fuck of my life.

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

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I think there is some kind of "growth" inflation when it comes to dick size. When I first started having sex with other men, anything above 7 inches was considered big, nice, acceptable, appreciated. I remember traveling and being in Brazil and came across 8, 9 inches and I thought, okay, now those are big. I happened, later in life, to be in Europe. My God, 8 was small, 9 was average, and 9 plus was not uncommon. I was there two weeks. My entire prospective on what constitutes a "big dick" really changed. Then you come to hook up sites like Barebackrt.com, and look in metro area like NYC or San Francisco, and 8.5 seems to be average, 9 is fairly common and 9.5 and larger is not uncommon. So, do men with large dicks migrate to large, metro areas to find other men like themselves? Has porn really changed our expectations in our potential sexual partners? There is no rhyme or reason for this, they come in all color and nationalities. I don't believe in stereotypes because every time I think one way about certain men, I am proven wrong. I don't know I agree with guys "throwing in the towel" because they don't "measure up". Guys will always want to fuck, and I don't think guys with average endowments are going to sit on the couch watching Netflix, alone, the rest of their lives either. I think there is a place for everyone, though for 99 percent of us it won't be the featured top in a Raw Fuck Club video.

Well, I guess I should have read the text of your explanatory post first, because I answered the wrong question, slightly. The question I answered was, "What actual size dick do you is appropriate to label 'big'?" I said 8 inches - mine is a little under that with a tape measure and nearly everyone I've met thinks it's legit big. If a guy tells me he has a big dick, I actually expect it to be over about 6 inches. I wouldn't expect over 8 unless he tells me it's "huge". Not that I had a ruler with me, but the largest ones I've ever actually seen in person I'd estimate have been around 9-10 inches.

On top of a '49 Buick slant-back, in a junkyard somewhere in Ohio. A group of gay car-guys were headed East to attend Hershey, Carlisle, Meadow Brooke or one of those shows, and we stopped at a really excellent junkyard (car-guys are always on the lookout for out-of-the-way junkyards), and one guy sort of hung back from the others. I had to get my tools out of the trunk, and lagged behind. So did he, and back behind some trees/bushes/undergrowth, he go on top of that Buick hidden behind trees, bushes, undergrowth, and started a "bump-n-grind' right on the roof. He was Italian, cute, hot ass, I was a lot younger, and that was it. Then, went off to hunt for some MoPar parts ... with a filthy grin on my mug.

Yes one of the wrestlers bent me over the tailgate of truck! Poring rain he pounded me hurt like hell. He didn’t care I was sore for a week. I loved him cumming in me

It's one more way for people to hide what they really want, and only reveal that to those that pass muster for them, for fear of being judged by those who might see their profile. There are a ton of tops here because they think that that's the macho thing to appear to be (not that I agree), until they see your big dick and then they become total bottoms. There's also lots who say "condoms/safe only" so that their friends don't know that they Bareback. But they will hit you up when your profile says raw only and want you to breed them. I've known plenty of hot boys who only put out there that they want guys their own age and below, but who do they come to for a real fucking when they leave their age appropriate BF's place? The older guy with the big dick who will plow them into the mattress and leave them begging for more... that's who. I'm convinced this is just the latest dimension to the "hide your true intentions" drama. They are Sides because they don't want their friends to know that they engage in anal, but then they hit you up because they want to top or bottom. I have only ever known one singular person in all my years who did not like anal at all, and he's still like that. And still has never had a real long term boyfriend either, if that tells you anything.

CHAPTER FOUR "Promise me you'll never party without me." "Promise me you'll introduce me to anyone else you fuck." "Promise me you'll never slam." These were just a few of the limits Manny tried to impose on our partying. And I would only find out years later that I was the only one trying to follow his rules and feeling like a failure every time I strayed. Finally, we broke up under the weight of too little honest communication and two many miles between us. Still, we both wanted to maintain a friendship as much as possible and so every now and then we'd end up camming and smoking or just texting while high, feeling driven to share whatever hot sleazy scene we'd recently stumbled into. When I started fucking a Brazilian nurse who convinced me to try slamming, I was so turned on by the rush that I shared that with Manny. "This body builder is on his way over and he wants to introduce me to my first slam" I texted him at 2AM one Saturday in June. Usually when I sent him a PnP-related text he'd reply with "Fuckkn hot, bud. Send me video" or some variation. In fact, there were many times when I'd be coming home from work on the subway, a text from him would fly in telling me who or what tweaker is breeding his hole this very moment and I'd find myself impulsively texting one of my dealers to score so I could race home, fire up the pipe and cam with him and sometimes watch him get gang banged. So when I wanted to share the excitement over the line I was about to cross into new terrirory, yielding to a slampig to become one myself, I wasn't prepared for his reply. "Do not ever slam. That's a step too far. Slamming is too dangerous." Paolo arrived at my apartment smelling like sweat. As soon as he walked in, he made a b-line for the sofa, where he emptied his knapsack, revealing a pencil case full of 6 pre-loaded syringes. "Take off your shirt," he commanded as he found a tourniquet, alcohol swab and needle for my first flight. My cell phone was buzzing incessently. "Fuckbuddy trying to reach you," he asked I glanced down. "No. Just Worried ex-boyfriend." I texted Manny. "OK. I won't. Don't worry." as I extended my arm toward Paolo, letting him tie the band around my bicep. I looked away cause needles made me nervous but I felt him swab the area, prick the needle in. Next thing I heard the snap of the rubber being removed from my arm and him guiding my arm up overhead as a wave of intense heat and a cough overtok me. I started writhing and struggling to catch my breath as I saw Paolo hitting his own arm and then sitting his jock ass right on my fevered face. He had told me not to shower when he was on his way and his hole tasted so ripe and musky. I loved it. He then came up to face me and kiss me so he could taste his own hole on my mouth and he confessed how badly he needed to breed me and how hot it was giving me my very first slam. "You love it?" "I fuckin love this. Oh my god give me your uncut raw dick" "I really need to cum inside you" he said "I need that too" And we flip fucked for a couple hours. My phone started ringing. "Who's calling?" "The ex from LA" I said. "Answer and talk to him." "Hello," I answered the phone barely able to catch my breath. Paolo's cock was getting my hole so wet. "Are you okay?" I heard Manny sounding concerned. "Yeah. I'm really really good," I said. "Did you slam?" "No. No. I'm high. But just from smoking. Are you high?" I heard Manny getting fucked. "I was thinking about it," he lied. "Hot" I said as I watched Paolo reach into his bag for another syringe for us both. He looked at me with an evil grin asking if I want another one with his eyes. I nodded. Still on the phone with Manny I watched thi s time as the needle found a big vein in my arm, registered and slowly pushed the drug into my bloodstream. I let my breathing get more labored until I coughed. "Did you slam" he asked and Paolo grabbed my phone hung up for me and then slammed himself into the stratosphere. I took a pic of Paolo's muscular arm with a tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and texted it to Manny before turning off my phone and turning onto the intense heat of the rush of meth pumping directly in our veins.

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!

Halloween Evening. In a few days, our boy Kenta will go to a party, as demons stalk the earth. Will one find Kenta? Or is he safe? I've tried to finish this story and stay within the rules for the site. (It's RawTop's site, and I respect his rules) It's probably not going to happen. The last few chapters will probably show up in an issue of my 'zine. DM me an e-mail if you want copies.

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CHAPTER 5: Diving into the deep end The wait wasn’t long and the instructions were direct. I was told to take one of the pills and shower. “Get a deep clean man”. I was so nervous. Things had escalated so much more quickly than I had intended. I had told him that I was free all day. He knew where I was staying. Like, he delivered a bag of strange drugs to my door. He must have connections in this town. I felt my phone vibrate. “You take the pill yet? You have 60 minutes to get ready, then you are turning over control.” Fuck. I stood there for a few minutes. My dick was throbbing and I kept making gestures towards one direction or another, all the while standing near the small table in the room where I had thrown the contents of the brown bag. Another notification. “Don’t hesitate. You want this. Strip off and take a hit of poppers, that will help. ”. It was like he was here in the room watching me. I checked the time, it was still really early in the day. I could theoretically get fucked up (and fucked) and still come down and have time to rest before going to work tomorrow morning. I wasn’t likely to make a good first impression, but here I was. I grabbed a bottle of poppers, opened them up, and took a hit. We all know what that first hit of poppers feels like, especially after a really long time without. I took a deep hit and they bowled me over. I started to moan and had to sit down at the table. I felt my hard cock bouncing for attention, but I was told to not touch it so I went for my nipples. I felt my tongue starting to come out of my mouth, in a wide open position. I was gooning. I was horny. I was giving up and giving myself over to temptation. I grabbed a pill and swallowed it. I didnt even know what it was. From my position of tweaking my nipples and feeling the popper haze, I saw another message come in. “You now have 50 minutes. Better be getting ready bitch. Update me” I wrote back. “Yes sir. I took a hit of poppers, im naked, and I swallowed a pill. Im going to go get ready now.” He told me I was a good boy, but I knew better. I wasn’t good. I was bad and it was going to get worse. I showered as quickly as I could and did my best to get a deep clean and prep for whatever was going to come next. The heat of the shower, the excitement of the moment, and the pill were having an impact on me. I started feeling fuzzy, warm, and tingly. I figured this was some form of molly or ecstasy, it felt familiar. I have been here before. Cleaned up and feeling eager, I took another hit of poppers, did my best to avoid my rock hard cock, and checked my phone. “You are going to submit. You are now under my control until 10pm tonight. You will be able to rest and recover and I will make sure you can get to work tomorrow, but you understand, you are now going to do whatever I ask? Once you say yes, you wont be able to say no. Do you understand?” I didnt hesitate. “Yes, sir”. “Good. There is a van outside waiting for you. Take it. Wear a pair of shorts, no underwear, a tshirt, and nothing else. Bring the brown bag and treats. Text me when you get to the car. Be quick. We dont have all day. ” Walking was beginning to be a bit tricky. I threw on sunglasses, my swim trunks, and a loose tshirt and headed out the door with the brown bag through into my messenger bag with a phone charger, a change of clothes, and a bottle of water. The van was out front, all windows tinted black, I couldn’t see the driver. I opened up and saw there was a barrier between the front seats and back, the centre of the van was completely empty, and there was only a far back seat. I went back, sat, down, buckled up, and texted.” “Here sir.” Instantly he replied. “Good boy. How ya feeling?” I felt the car start to move. Texting was beginning to get hard. I replied I was good, starting to feel fuzzy, and that I was a bit nervous. “Thank you boy, for telling me. We will take care of you. Take a look under your seat. Ive got a surprise for you.” Inside was a blindfold. There were many fuzzy thoughts going through my mind. Given any other circumstance, I think I would have resisted, not gotten in the van, not even answered the original text message. But this wasn’t any other circumstance. I was now high, horny, and in the back of a van being driven by a stranger, to an unknown location. I didnt even let anyone know. I didnt have much time to think any more about it. “We wont be long till you get where you are going. I have a friend coming to meet you. Take off your clothes, put your phone in the bag, put on the blindfold, and wait. Hold onto the poppers, use as much as you’d like and do as instructed.” No thinking. No hesitating. Just giving in. I did what he asked. The rest of the drive was uneventful except for the thoughts running through my mind. My cock was rock hard and it was nearly impossible to not touch it, but I suspected I was being watched, so I tried to follow instructions as given. I could feel the terrain change and the van slow down. Just as the van was coming to a stop, I took a few huge hits of poppers. I knew I was going to need them. I heard a voice. “Get out”. A rough hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the van. I landed hard, but on soft ground. I also wasn’t feeling any pain. I felt light and free, even though I couldn’t see. I felt cool air running over my body. Everything felt hypnotic and I was feeling great. I must have looked ridiculous, a tweaked out and moaning blindfolded fag, on the ground, naked, with a with a leaking hard on. I was grabbed by two separate sets of hands and arms, and told to get up and to go with these people. The voices were deep and the commands were direct, but in my state of mind, everything felt pleasant. I felt a huge slap to my ass and I almost fell over. “Come with us, we will take care of you”. The deep voice sent shivers through me. Who were these people? How did they know the guy I was texting. What have I done? I was being pulled forward. I walked as best as I could, but that pill and my nerves were getting to me. “We have taken you to a private spa. You are going to have some fun with our friends. Your master has given us strict instructions to take care of you.” My master? They must have meant the guy I was texting. The stranger from the phone. I was definitely out of my comfort zone, but I also didn’t care. I could hear doors being opened, locks being undone, and the sounds of us moving through a space that sounded tight and long, like a hallway. There was a deep pulsing soundtrack playing, plus sounds of sex, maybe porn? Another lock, another door. I was pushed down onto a soft but firm surface. I could smell poppers being placed under my nose. “Take three deep hits fag”. I did as I was told while I was coached through it. I felt warm and silky, sexy and ravenous. I wanted to be ravished. The poppers were left in my hand. “Take these whenever you want, but especially when we tell you.” I had enough range of motion that I could move my hands to my head, but not much else. My hands were fastened apart and in front of me, it felt like I was being tied to a bed. My feed were fastened as well. I was ass up, face down, blindfolded, and high. I was living my fantasy, the one I so often looked up in porn back in the day, before trying to clean my life up. But I was feeling so out of it and high that I wasn’t sure all of this was real. The slap on my ass and the rough hands spreading my cheeks though? That felt real. “What a fine and tender ass you have here slut. We are going to use you good.” I felt a liquid being applied to my ass with a thick finger. It tingled, then stung, then felt warm and hot. I could feel myself loosening, even though Im typically too tight to get fucked. One finger became two, then eventually three. I could feel myself being prepped. This was going to be an adventure. “Suck it”. A heavy and thick dick was placed at my lips. All I could do was open up. A thick drip of precum fell right on my tongue before a semi hard uncut dick was thrust into my mouth. “Yeh fag, you are going to take so much dick.” I felt the fingers being removed from my loose hole as the dick in my mouth grew to a full erection, hard, leaking, and wet with precum and my saliva. I took a hit of poppers. I could suspect what was coming next. I felt the head of a dick being placed at my hole, followed by a quick and deep entry. I tensed up, even with the poppers and the high, I was still feeling some nervousness. But it didnt hurt, it just felt like pure raw pleasure. I let out a deep moan around the dick in my mouth. “Fuck ya slut, you love this dont you?” I could only moan again in response. I could feel things escalating. My high was changing. I wasn’t just fuzzy anymore, there was a harder and more intense edge. The guy inside my ass started deepfucking me. “Gotta get you ready for more dick.” This unknown man fucked me for a few minutes while the other man fucked my mouth. All I could do was take it. They switched places and I got a taste of the dick that was in my ass. It was smaller than the dick I was sucking, but rock hard, cut, and with a thick mushroom head. He throbbed as he moved around my mouth and throat. I felt the other dick being placed at my hole, with my cheeks being spread apart. He teased me a bit, and somehow I could rationally know I should be a bit apprehensive, or worried, especially given his size, but I didn’t feel any worry. I started to push back on his dick. “Oh you want it don’t you?” I slid back as far as I could given the restraints and the dick in my mouth. I had never felt so full before in my life. But also complete. Like there was no other place I should be but right here and right now. He picked up the pace and started deep fucking me. I was being thrust in rhythm between the guy in my ass and the guy in my mouth. Few words were spoken, mostly just moans between those in this moment. I was beginning to wonder if there were people watching. I had no idea what kind of room I was in, but I couldn’t care. I just wanted to focus on the cocks and the experience. Both of them were grunting now. I was being tossed around, making it difficult to hit the poppers so I avoided them. That was about to change. The guy in my ass stopped fucking, holding himself deep, while the guy in my mouth pulled out just enough to have his head resting on my lips and tongue in an open mouth. “Take four deep hits of poppers.” It was a command. Breathed out in a growl. The poppers were taken out of my hands and put up to my nose, with a hand closing off one of my nostrils. “We will tell you when to stop.” The poppers were held up for four, deep, and intense hits. I had never huffed so hard. I was flying and existing in outer space. I could barely hold myself together. I became just two holes. A mouth for swallowing and an ass for breeding. I had a brief thought about condoms, safe sex, and the risks of everything involved, but it was washed away in euphoria and pulsing through and outside of my body. I was getting used. The guy in my ass planted himself deep and let loose with a loud grunt. I felt him tense up and shudder, when the guy in my mouth grunted, pumping a load in my mouth, then pulling out to my tongue and open mouth, and painting my face in jizz. The guy in my ass shuddered a few more times, pulled out slightly, shuddered again, then fully pulled out. He slapped my wet hole a few times with a loud slap, then backed up and away from me. The guy in front of me rubbed his still hard dick over the cummy spots of my face, rubbing more of it into my mouth with the head of his dick. “Yeh man, good start. We are just getting started though. You ready for more?” I just whimpered. They both got off the mattress or bed, or whatever I was on, and moved away from me. I heard them chatting slightly as it sounded like they were putting on clothes. I was warm and sticky in multiple places. I could feel my rock hard dick leaking below me. I was slightly gyrating on the mattress, rubbing my dick against the surface, slick in precum. I felt a hard slap on my ass and then my hair being pulled back. “I dont think so faggot. You don’t cum unless we want you to, you got it? We are going to send these pics to your master, then we are moving you to the maze.” I forgot about the text guy. This was all his doing. Just a day ago I was living a life that felt purposeful and like I was on the right track. Now I was back to where I was a year ago, but even worse. I loved it. I needed it. “Yeh, he is gonna love these shots. Alright boy, come with us.” I was unlocked and picked up at the arms again. I couldn’t walk, so I was stumbled and dragged forward. After a few moments I was pushed through a door, and I stumbled forward and fell down. I felt like I was going to pass out. While I started to reposition myself, I felt an arm come around my neck and hot breath behind one of my ears. “Have fun in here. Be a good slut and do as you are told. You are going to need to be able to see for this next part.” He pulled off my blindfold and I struggled to adjust to the light. I couldn’t see well, but I could start to see when I felt fingers going in my hole again. This time I felt the tingling sensation, or something like it, but no pain, just pleasure. “See you later fag”. He pulled out, pushing me down again, and I heard a door close and lock behind me. I rolled around a bit, trying to push myself up. I felt more energized and eager than I did when I was last getting fucked. I looked around. I was in a dark hallway, lit only by ambient lighting from some unknown source in the ceiling above. Above me was a metal mesh, with dark ceilings beyond the screen just out of my sight. I could hear sounds of sex, coming from all around me, but just soft and barely noticeable. The music was still playing a steady electronic beat, with sounds of fucking coming from the music as well. As I pushed myself up I looked down the hall and could vaguely make out a figure. It was a man, wearing a leather harness, a heavy leather cock ring, and a hooded mask. Being as high as I was, I wasn’t sure if what I was seeing was real, when he beckoned me towards him with a gesture. I guess I was really in the deep end of it now.

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4 loads so far this year all in public places

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

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

Public restroom at park. It had a trough urinal, no partitions, no privacy. Lots of old men, and me just barely getting pubic hair. So, always had an audience that insisted on taking their turn with the boy's mouth.

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

I always find stories much hotter when the author is writing to his own taste, rather than the audience's. If the author isn't into something themselves, it shows in the writing. There's been a couple of stories I've seen go downhill fast when the writer started incorporating suggestions. Different story if the suggestions align with the author's interests though. That can be hot. So, I'd say keep going with what turns you on because it's obviously resonating.

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?”

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

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