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Chapter 2 – Now we get down to it In Chapter 1, I told how I met up with Daniel, who worked at a nearby factory that was under construction. He invited me over one evening, and we partied and fucked around, but had to end early since we had to work the next day. True to his word, Daniel texted me to see if I wanted to come over again on Saturday. He told me that the sling was still on the porch and that we could play out there all night. Of course, I agreed to come over. We discussed a few limits but understood this would be a night of serious debauchery. I decided to smoke a little before I got to Daniel’s place on Saturday evening. I also brought my own supply and some beverages to keep us well-hydrated. It was warm and humid out, so it was likely that we’d be sweating a lot. Knowing that his place was private, I left my clothes in the car when I got there, just bringing along the essentials. Daniel chuckled when he saw me coming since he was only wearing a harness that included a cock ring around his thick package. Seems like we both had the same ideas about how the night would progress. We went out on the porch and sat in the chairs to get the party started. Daniel was happy that I’d brought some of my own stuff but had already prepared the water pipe for us. We lit up, and each took a few good hits. Combined with the fact that I smoked a bit earlier, I was well spun. This time, Daniel had made some more preparations. There was a table next to the sling with a few butt plugs and other toys, lube, poppers, and paper towels. He helped me get in the sling and get my feet into the stirrups. It felt amazing to be exposed like this in the great outdoors with the sound of the river and the forest all around us. Daniel pulled up a small chair and sat in front of my willing hole. I let it pulse open and closed a few times to let him know how ready I was for the night. A hot, hairy, well-built stud wanted to use my ass, so there was no way I was turning down that offer. Daniel sat there for a while, sort of aimlessly feeling up my ass, balls and cock. From my spot in the sling, I couldn’t reach his body, so I focused on the sensation of being fondled by him. He got up, got the pipe again, and packed a new bowl for us. He walked over, took a deep hit, and shot-gunned it to me while his tongue explored my mouth. We spent some time smoking and making out, with me able to caress his body. I especially liked fingering around his taint and his hairy hole while licking his cock. He moved back to the chair, and I reached down to open my ass up for him. He moaned first and then dove his mouth onto my hole. He really knows how to eat an ass. He’d lick around my hole, probe it with his tongue, move his mouth to my ass or cock, finger my hole, then go back to it and start probing it again. I love it when a guy gets his tongue deep in my hole, and he was doing a great job. Then, Daniel stood up and reached for the lube. He lubed up his cock and took some time applying lube to my ass, both inside and out. Since there were two bottles of poppers, we each grabbed one, took a few hits, and then he sank his cock into my ass. We were both eager for this to happen, so he started with a soft in-and-out action, letting us feel our way around the fuck. He’s got a great cock, average in length but girthy, with a great mushroom head. He also knows how to use it to make an ass feel good. We settled into a nice rhythm. Sometimes, he would be controlling the fuck, deciding how fast, how deep, and how hard it was. At other times, I could use the sling to control speed and depth, plus I could move around, getting his cock into new positions. We fucked around for a while and then decided to take a hydration break, plus it gave us a chance to smoke some more. We sat, drank, smoked, and talked about all sorts of things. Finally, Daniel looked at me with a glint in his eye and asked if I was ready to be fisted. Of course, I got back in the sling. Daniel lubed up his hands and started opening my hole. A few fingers, sometimes from one hand, sometimes from both, stretching, massaging, and getting my hole ready for his hand. He told me to take a hit of poppers and slid his hand inside me. This time, we were able to take it slow, and he really worked over my ass. His hands and arms are hairy, and I could feel the coarseness on my hole. And, we discovered something else that Daniel was really good at doing. He could intuit when to get a little rough, go in a bit deeper, or let me take a short rest. He was a great sister, and I was enjoying the ride. He pulled his hand out and grabbed one of the toys. He lubed it up and then sprinkled some T on it. Fuck, a booty bump is always awesome. He easily pushed the toy into me and distributed the T all around my ass. I could feel the burn and, shortly, felt the oncoming rush. He fucked me with that toy and another, larger one for a while until I needed a break. Once the sling was empty, Daniel jumped in. I helped him get his feet into the stirrups and got a great look at his hairy hole. Rimming a guy is even better if he has a hairy hole, and Daniel’s looked awesome. I started gently, but he pulled my head right into his ass, so I really went for it, probing into his hot hole with my tongue. Poppers make me an ass pig when I’m rimming, so those were used to add to the intensity. At one point, I looked up, and Daniel was lubing up one of his dildos. He told me that he liked using it when he was spun. I took the toy from him and started to tease his hole with it. I’d slap his ass with it, slide it down his crack and over his hole, and then slowly let the head enter his ass. It was so sexy to see his hairy hole twitching in anticipation. I told him to take a hit of poppers and shoved the toy inside. It was a tight fit, but he took it like a champ. He started moving the sling back and forth, so I held steady, letting him ride the dildo as deep and hard as he wanted. He was obviously enjoying it, and the view from my end was awesome, too. I fucked him with the dildo for a while when he suggested that I go for something bigger. I picked up another dildo and asked him if he wanted it, and he said, “Nope. I want your fist in me”. Damn, I had no idea he would be taking my fist tonight too, but I was happy to oblige. He thought we should smoke some more before moving to the fisting, so he got out of the sling and got the pipe prepped for us. We’d smoke some, maybe do some shotgunning, all while feeling each other up. It was hot to feel Daniel’s well-lubed hole, and I stuck some fingers in as we played around. He decided that he was ready to go, so he got back in the sling and settled back for a nice session. I was feeling the effects of the T, and I’m sure he was as well. Since he had taken the dildo recently, his ass was opening up quickly. I worked into his hole with my fingers, twisting and spreading his ass open for me. He was squirming around, obviously enjoying the work of my fingers and hands on his ass. Daniel picked up the poppers and said that he was going to take a hit and I should work my fist into his ass while he was soaring from them. He did two hits in each nostril, and I pushed my well-lubed hand into his hairy hole. Once I was in his ass, I let my hand just rest there, occasionally flexing or twisting it a bit. Daniel’s eyes were wide, and he looked like he was having a blissful experience. After a while, I started moving a bit more, sometimes going a little deeper but always checking in with him about how he felt. He encouraged me to keep flexing my hand and expanding my “duck bill” so that he felt a greater sense of fullness. I also loved seeing the hair around his hole mixed in with the lube on my arm. I pulled out and gently stroked his hole. He was breathing pretty heavily and looked like he needed a break from the fisting action, so I slowly teased his hole until he decided to get out of the sling. There was a lot more partying, fisting, toys, and other play that night. Daniel fisted me a few more times and got in almost to his elbow. He also pounded my hole with his biggest dildo. I fisted him one more time and fucked him with the dildo too. We’d play around a little bit, take a break for hydration and smoking, and then one of us would get in the sling. It was a great night, and I was surprised when it started getting lighter as the sun rose. We played through the night and into mid-morning before I walked (naked) back to my car, dressed, and drove home. It’s exciting to know that the next time will be even better.

Chapter 1 – Daniel is a working man Horny again, I got on a few of the apps with little hope of success. It was late on a workday, and guys would use the “I have to get up for work in the morning” excuse while collecting pictures and talking nasty. But I was horny and willing to engage. There’s a big factory being built near where I live. There are lots of guys that were brought in to work there, and some of them are really hot. A little rough around the edges, but a hot, hairy, well-muscled stud is always a good find. A guy named Daniel hit me up on one of the apps. He said he was temporarily working at the factory, staying at his family’s cabin near the river. He only had one pic, but it showed a nice hairy chest with good definition. He said that he was getting off work soon and would love to have a guy over to help him relax. We discussed our interests, and he was mostly a top but liked mutual sucking and rimming too. He also said he’d brought his sling with him, which excited me more. We made plans to meet up after he got home. He emailed me to let me know he was home and ready to have me over. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and headed out immediately. His place overlooked the river, with a big screened-in porch across the back. I knocked on the front door, and Daniel answered quickly. He was wearing tight shorts and had a plaid shirt on that was unbuttoned. Handsome and a nice, trimmed beard. He looked great. He let me in and said that he needed to take a quick shower. I told him that wasn’t necessary since he looked pretty good as is, and I’m OK with some man musk. He shrugged and said that it was my choice. He suggested that we set up the sling on the porch. The screens would keep the bugs away, we’d hear the river while we played, and being outdoors is always fun. That sounded great to me. He got the duffle bag with the sling in it, and we started to put it together. I noticed that he had a bigger bulge in his shorts than when I first got there, so I suggested that we get naked and finish assembling the sling. We both quickly discarded our clothes and started making out and feeling each other up. Daniel had a great body, with hair in all the right places. For me, that means that he had a hairy ass. That is my favorite to look at, play with, rim, or whatever else a guy wants to do. After we got back to finishing the sling, Daniel was crouched down, looking for something in the duffle bag. I got behind him and gave his hole a quick lick. He jumped but then set it right back down on my lips. He had that great musk from a day’s work, and I love that. Not wanting to distract too much, I gave his hole a few licks and then suggested that we get back to the sling. Once the sling was ready, Daniel asked if I’d like to smoke before we got to it. I asked him what we were going to smoke, and he said that he had lots of options. I asked if he had T, and he grinned broadly and walked inside. Seeing his naked body walk away was all my cock needed to get hard. He came back with a water pipe that was ready to go. He lit the torch, melted some down, and took a deep hit before passing it to me. I did the same but then shot gunned the smoke into his mouth. He was a great kisser, so we made out like that, naked and hard on the porch, with the sounds of nature all around us. We broke apart, smoked some more, and then he had me get in the sling. He immediately started rimming my ass, and he was good at it. I was moaning and groaning, and he was having a good time. My cock had shrunk due to the T, but my ass was more than ready for him. Luckily, his cock did not suffer from shrinking, and he was stroking it while he ate my ass. Then, Daniel stood up and pressed his cock against my hole. He added some lube and slid his cock inside me. He had a thick cock, not too long, but it felt great inside me. We fucked for a while, and he said that we needed to smoke some more, so I got out of the sling. We sat on some chairs and smoked a bit, feeling each other up. I got between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum, my ass, and the lube on his dick. When I buried my nose in his pubes, I came back with another great aroma. A hot, sexy man scent that I love. I suggested that I eat his ass. He climbed in the sling and, even in the low light, looked fucking awesome. I worked his hole, licking all around his hairy ass before focusing on the prize before me. I licked, probed, and sucked on his hole, savoring the taste and smell of a man. Daniel wanted to fuck, so he got out of the sling, I got in, and he shoved his hard cock inside me. He knew how to fuck, and we went at it for quite a while. He asked if he could breed me, and I said yes. He upped the thrusting and shoved in deep, groaning while he unloaded his cum in my ass. After, he slowly pumped my hole some more before pulling out. He sat on a chair that he positioned under the sling, looking at my freshly bred hole. He’d reach out to stroke it or stick a finger in while absentmindedly playing with his cock and, sometimes, his hole. Daniel told me he had a great time, and I thought things were over. I was getting ready to get out of the sling when he asked if I was into any other piggy play. Since he just bred my ass, he kind of already knew the answer. I told him that I liked ass-to-mouth, some piss play, and deep ass work. He stood up, came over, and fed me his cock when he asked if I’d ever been fisted. I said yes, and he asked if I was up for it tonight. Fuck, yeah! We smoked a little more before he started playing with my hole again. He had big hands, and we needed a lot of lube, but he got his hairy paw inside me. That night, we didn’t fist for too long since we had work in the morning, but he invited me over for another session this weekend.

just left, haven't written about my FB in awhile... don't wanna be boring, just cause He never gets old for me, doesn't mean the same FB repeatedly seeding me isn't boring to read about? idk. For me, He's kinda like a drug and i'm addicted to Him, Him breeding me is like a fix. Butt better. my holes so sloppy when He leaves. Normally i wanna keep all a Mans seed in deep and absorb it, but He keeps fucking and shoots a couple of times, so the outside of my hole is cum sloppy too and i end up fingering and tasting Him from inside me after He pulls out. He wants to sleep over, hang out, watch movies together and eat together and fuck a lot. i've tried to explain about bottoms and eating, but He doesn't really seem to get it lol. idk, it's sweet and hot. Told Him if He wants to sleep over just to give me warning and i'll leave my back door open and He can come in and crawl in bed with me and slide on in. 🙂

He walked out again instead of staying over. My ex, my first, my fucking everything. We had broken up almost three months ago, and he still would drop by the apartment to hang out with me almost every day. But he would never sleep over and never entertain the thought of getting back together even tho we spent all our time together. I don't know why we ended up breaking up it was a shock, he just did it one day, but now nights were the loneliest they'd ever been. So when the nights get lonely I did what every lonely gay man does: I logged onto A4A. Some time earlier I had put up a few discreet shirtless pics and one where I arched backwards, just to get boys talking, but I didn't really having any intention of connecting with anyone who responded to my profile. I'm 23 5'5", 145 pounds, a 28 inch waist, fairly muscular smooth Hispanic. Yeah, I got a lot of offers. More than one guy at my gym would recognize and approach me, and afterwards spend countless small talk emails begging for me to 'Test drive' his cock, or 'bitch bounce' for them. I must admit, I got a nice rubbery one reading the comments. I would talk to them for a bit then jack off, but tonight, I had actually been allowed to cuddle with my ex and I was so horny when he left I did the pathetic thing and asked him to fuck me. But he just smiled, kissed my head, ear and neck, and left. The sexual tension was so intense my thick, seven inch cock was rock hard and dripping before I even logged onto A4A. I scrolled through the emails and then profiles till one made me stop. FUKYNGBREDEEP 39 years old. 6'6 220lbs. I couldn't help but click to get a better look. There was only a torso pic of a light skinned man with a beautiful body, hairy chest, pecs that looked bigger than my head and arms that could crush Grandma Smith apples into apple juice. Then there was the profile itself LOOKING TO FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUNG BOYS. YOU DOWN, HIT ME UP. LOOKING FOR YOUNG BOYS WITH A TIGHT ASS. MUST BE WILLING TO PLEASE ME IN EVERY WAY I WANT. MUST BE UNDER 25. NO EXCEPTIONS. I WILL ASK FOR ID IF YOU LOOK OLDER THAN 25. I"M ONLY INTO YOUTHFUL BOYS. NO SHAME IN MY GAME. I KNOW WHAT I WANT AND I GET IT. POPPING CHERRIES ALL OVER THE WORLD, MAKING SMALL DICKED MEN HATE ME. LOL Profession: EAT FUCK BREED. Top. 10 Inches Uncut Anything Goes POZ My mouth was wide open reading the description of ten inches, and then closed when I read poz. I closed the profile, and got a drink and went on with my browsing. Before I finished my drink, I clicked his profile again, I read it and go turned on. I closed it and shook my head. But before 20 minutes passed I opened it again, and that's when he messaged me. "You want it" Was all the message said. I read it four times just trying to think of the possible responses, "Yeah it nice but..." "No way!" "Confident are we?" But before I could send any of it he messaged me again. "I'm logging off, call me." And left his number and logged off. I shook my head while still staring at his profile. I walked away from my computer preparing to jack off, when I got a text message from my ex saying he was sorry etc etc. I looked at the number on the screen of the computer and slowly typed it into my phone. I hit call, and the voice on the side of the receiver made my throat go dry. A gruff manly baritone answered. "Yo." "H-hey" I responded "I'm the...." "I know," he cut in, asking simply "Where are you?" I answered before I could stop myself. "You're close by," he responded. "Come over." "I don't hook up" I replied. "We don't have to hook up. I can't rape you, I'd go to prison. Come over. Two hot guys chilling out. If you want I'll show you my dick and you can leave whenever you want. Just come over. You know you want to see me." I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah...ok." He gave me the address and I got in my car and drove over. It was close, maybe a 15 minute drive and I was in a neighborhood of decent houses. At the end of the street was a house that looked to be a duplex. I texted my arrival. In about a minute a shirtless, pajama bottom wearing sex god was standing in front of his home. His hairy chest and abs were even more defined in real life and he looked so enormous my mouth dropped before I exited my car. He smiled and shook my hand firmly. He had green eyes and a thick 5 o'clock shadow. I followed him inside and he grabbed a beer as I followed him down a hall up a flight of stairs and into a messy bedroom. The king sized bed was tossed and had a distinct smell, but while I was noticing the room and the big screen which was playing a silent porno, my host had taken off his pj bottoms revealing a hairy thick muscle ass, and as he turned around hanging between his legs was an huge soft cock that seemed as long as half his thigh. I inhaled suddenly and coughed as though I was choking just from looking at it. He smiled. "It's eight inches soft," he announced grinning with obvious pride. For several seconds I stood there silent, completely stunned. Other than porn, I'd only seen my ex's cock up close, and he was fairly sized, but this guy's cock was insane. "You're HIV positive" was the only thing that spurted from my mouth. He laughed and turned to look at the TV, his monster dick swinging as he did. "Yup" he replied, taking a swing of beer. "I'm sorry I...I should go. I don't know what I'm doing." I turned to leave the house, but before I could reach the door and he strode across the room and stood in front of the door. "Touch it" he invited me. I stuttered meaninglessly. "Touch it," he repeated, "You know you wanna, feel it." And with that he guided my hand to his hairy bull sized balls. I felt them in each hand and looked up as he shut his eyes and breathed deeply. The cock was already the size of my forearm and so heavy when I took the shaft in my hand I stroked slightly down I heard him chuckle. He put his arm around my neck and guided me too the bed. He laid down there while I sat between his legs, his cock pointing at me, and I found myself stroking his hardening growing cock. He watched the porn on the TV screen behind me, every so often looking at me and smiling while I stroked up and down his giant shaft until it reached it's full length and girth. I was in awe. It was a beast of a dick, heavy and full. And then I noticed that as I stroked upwards, a large bead of precum appeared at the tip and began to drip down the shaft. When I did it again even more precum began to slip out. "Fuck," I breathed softly. I heard his chuckle and found him gazing at me somewhat amusedly. "You like cum?" he asked. I shrugged, truth was, i loved it the taste the feeling when my ex's cock would erupt inside me. We were each others first, so we barebacked all the time, but this was completely different. It was like I'd turned on a faucet, more and more precum began to pour from the tip with each stroke and now my hand was sticky and slimy covered with this dangerous spread. "Get comfortable," he suggested as he leaned toward me and began to help me pull of my shirt. I kicked off my jeans and now he was smiling but differently. Something hungry was in his eyes. "You're a hot lil fucker, aren't you?" I smiled continue to stroke his increasingly slick dick. "You like getting rimmed?" I looked at him and nodded. I knew I had a nice ass, even straight guys would say so, besides a lil rimming would be fine, My ass was begging for something. Anything. So I slipped off my underwear and turned around showing him my butt. "Damn boy!" he remarked. I smiled as he put his hands on my hips and guided my butt to his mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh......fuuuuuuuuck" finally erupted from my mouth when his tongue met my hole. I could feel his warm tongue opening me up and shoving itself deeper into me. "Ohhhhh.....fuuuuuuuuck!!" I said again as i felt his teeth abraded against my hole. "You're tight boy!" he remarked. Almost automatically I began to gyrate and grind my hips back toward his face."Fuck yeah!" he said and began eating again vigorously. I was holding onto his monster cock like a pole for support as he ate and ate and chewed and licked and tongue fucked me. I was losing my mind it felt so good. The whole while I stared at his giant daddy dick looking at me dripping salivating begging for me take it in my mouth. And the dick's owner was wildly tongue-fucking me like I had never been rimmed before. His hands worked all over my ass and body and his tongue moved with aggression and force that i could feel his tongue being inserted and withdrawn as he sucked and ate me out. My eyes rolled back with my head and before I could stop myself I took the head of his cock into my mouth. My mouth felt so full with just the head and I felt him moaning "Yeaaah!" into my ass I moved my head up n down and side to side sucking up his poz precum. It tasted so thick and good I moaned loudly on it while I tried to work my mouth down his shaft, but I could barely take it half way. The volume of our moaning increased as we pleasured each other, until finally he lifted me off his cock and, as I got on all fours, he knelt in front of me, presenting me with more cock to suck. Groaning in pleasure, I took it into my mouth as he gently pushed his dick into my throat. "That's it, boy." He spoke gently remarking "Your mouth is like an ass. It can take it. It can swallow my whole dick." I grunted with approval at his suggestion. Taking my head into his big hands, he slowly began to fuck my throat. I choked and gagged. "Nah nah nah, boy, relax," he remarked, adding "It's just like taking it up your ass. Relax and let it get wet. Let it all drool down. It will help you take it. Yeah, yeah, there you go, there you go. Yeah, let it pour down your chin make it wet." I was coughing up on my chin and a puddle was forming on the sheets as my drool and snot was falling from my mouth and deeper and deeper his cock pushed into my mouth it was heaven. He took one hand and wiped some off the drool cough up from my chin and began rubbing it on my hole. I gasped and moaned as he worked a large we digit into my wet ass and opened it up. He pulled me off his cock and laid me on my back and continued working his finger in my hole. "Oh yeah you like that don't you boy?" I nodded as he worked his finger in and out of me making me gasp and moan with each intrusion. "Yeah, you want some more?" I nodded as he pushed a second finger into my hole. twisting and turning them I moaned and gyrated under him. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Oh god fuck yes." "Yeah taste these fingers, boy, they taste good." I took his two fingers in my mouth and sucked, tasting my ass juices. I grunted in approval and sucked away as i felt his cock pushing against my hole, teasing it. "Wanna feel how this dick feels in that boy pussy?" I looked deep at him as he pushed his dick against my hole lining it up. "Tell me you wanna feel this dick, boy." My breath quickened as he applied pressure but I said nothing. He pressed harder, I could feel the head slipping in slowly as he pumped again and again until finally,"You want this cock, boy?" "Fuck yes sir!" POP! My hole swallowed the head. "Oh GOD! FUCKKKKK!" I felt his cock split my ass he pumped slowly . My ass was tight but he knew what he was doing. He pushed in an inch, stopped to let me adjust, just pumping back and forth till he felt me moaning then pushed further. He entered me slowly, his death stick opening me deeper and deeper. My head rocked from side to side and I spread my legs apart. He held my ankles I could see his muscles and veins pumping with the same controlled ferocity of his cock. After about 15 minutes of this entry I reached down between my ass and felt still another three inches of rock hard thick cock against my hole begging to slide home. I left my hand there and felt as slowly they too entered into me watching him watch me till i was holding his balls resting on my hole. "YEEAAAAH!!!" he growled and I could feel the growl resonating in my ass vibrating inside me. Then it began. He pulled back and fucked. I screamed as he did again And again. Again and again. "OH MY GOD!!!!" I yelled and held on to his shoulders where my ankles rested as he fucked again and again. I could feel his cock pounding in my head and in the head of my dick it felt like i would cum with every thrust. I yelled again and again as he fucked deeper and deeper pulling out more and more fucking me. I could barely breath as he drove me into his headboard again and again. "FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" I again yelled as he grabbed my ankles forced them above my head to touch the headboard and began to let gravity drop his monster into me. Then he suddenly he pulled out of me and pulled me down the bed. I tried to catch my breath, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass up. Then in a fluid motion he sank his dick back into my ass, balls deep, doggy style, and holding my hips as he pistoned fucked me. WIth a free hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he fucked relentlessly into me. I was lost feeling so open and taken control of that when he flattened me out on my stomach I couldn't help but push my ass back on him as his muscle body fucked me from above n behind. He rolled over and now I rode him bouncing as hard as I could. He turned me around dick still inside me and forced me on my back ankles wide as he continued to climb on me and fuck me again on my back. "You ready baby." he finally growled "I'm gonna fucking poz this hole. You will never be the same and you will belong to me." I looked back at him terrified. "Tell me you want this poz load, baby!" I bite my lip as he picked up speed. "SAY YOU WANT MY LOAD, BOY." "FUCK YES. GIVE ME YOUR LOAD. FUCK I WANT YOUR POZ CUM!" I felt him erupt inside my hole. Cum was filing me up fast as string after string blew into my body. I moaned and touched myself, but he held my hands above me. "I said I would poz you, baby. I'm not done." He kept fucking me. I could feel the poz load running in and out of my ass as he flipped me me into various positions, fucking continuously. I passed out in the middle of it, and woke up he was fucking me face down on the pillow unloading another load into my ass. He fucked me three times that night. When he finally pulled his cock out of my ass, both my ass and his cock were coated with cum and blood. My hole gaped wide, and we both reeked of sweat and sex. I crawled off the bed, dressed, and he ushered me out the door. I stumbled to my car and somehow drove home where I stripped, climbed into bed, and touched my hole, feeling load after load of his poz cum beginning to drip out of my body. My phone buzzed. It was another text from my ex asking if I could hangout. I licked some of the cum from my hole off my finger. Sure, I thought. Why the fuck not?

I like how you think. I am sure I am an addict too. When I was young and getting bred I knew I wanted that feeling daily. Most boys sort of grow out of it some as they get older. I did not. I am now 40 and need to serve daily. Since starting my journey at 13, literally thousands of men have used me to get off. Because I know what I am I can never really have a relationship ship. I have resigned to know that it is just who I am.

Hell, yes. The pain is very brief and then turns into to a total pleasure. It takes a monster cock to breach your second ring, and there is nothing quite like that when “coming in your gut“ is not just an expression.

There used to be a sleazy gay motel in LA, the Coral Sands. It was a dump, with the best sex. I usually fly down for a long weekend. There were 75 rooms so with registered guests and visitors who snuck in, you could assume they were always 150 men looking to play. I usually got a single room. But there were several times I booked a room for the weekend with a friend. We went into this knowing that one night he would pimp me out, and the other night I would pimp him out. The key to this is that there was always someone in control, watching out for the welfare of the cum dump, controlling who came in or not. I seldom was blindfolded. I can take it or leave it. But many times I never look back and had no idea who was climbing on top of me to fuck. But all concerns were alleviated, knowing my friend was there to watch out for me.

I sometimes ask a guy if he likes to get rimmed. The usual reply is “doesn’t everyone?” To which I reply, “surprisingly there are about four men in America, who do not!“ 🤣 I have found one of this men! 😉

Just had a visit from a builder working on the development where I live. He has become a regular fuck buddy and always pops over when he is on site…. He just left mine after dumping a load in me…this is the beauty that just unloaded in me….💦💦💦

Kevin is coming over tonight. I told him over text that we would be having pasta and asked if he could cut some basil to bring over. He has a habit of pruning the basil the wrong way—yes, there is a right and wrong way—so I sent him a picture of a basil plant with dotted lines to indicate where to cut it. I tell him that I will be having my daily nap and for him to wake me up by crawling into bed, give me a wake-up hug. I try to take my nap, but the news of Sam Altman returning to OpenAI excites me, so I stay up way too long to read all about it. I get a bit horny, so I go to Pornhub and watch some porn, jerk off, come, which relaxes me, and I am finally tired enough to have my nap, although it lasts only about an hour. Later. I can hear the door of my bathroom sliding open, and I know that Kevin is here, but I pretend that I am still asleep. I can hear his pants coming off; his shirt follows, and he crawls into bed with me, gives me a hug. “Well, hello,” I say, tired but glad to see him. “Hello there, handsome,” he says, gives me a hug. We lay there like that, hugging each other for almost an hour before I announce that I am getting hungry—it is almost 8 PM after all—so we get up from bed, put on our clothes, walk to the kitchen. Tonight, he is in charge of making the sauce. We have a routine going on when making pasta, which has served us well: he basically does the cooking, and I prep all the ingredients. I cut the sausages in two, squeeze out the content. Then, I dice the onion and the mushrooms. I give him the ingredients, and he begins to cook it. I prepare the sauce by emptying out the content of store-bought Napoletana, and begin to boil the pasta. By the time it is done, Kevin has finished making the sauce, and we combine the two. We don’t talk much during cooking beside the usual “here you go,” when I hand him the ingredients and the “thank you,” in response. We are focus on the tasks and there is a silent connection between us that speaks louder than words. The whole process takes thirty minutes from beginning to end, and we sit at the dining room table, marveling at our creation. “See,” I say. “This is why I much prefer to stay at home and cook. It’s cheaper and tastier.” This is true, and he nods in agreement. We open a can of Coke and share it between the two of us. It’s refreshing and hits all the right notes. I turn on the latest episode of Family Guy and we watch it until the very end. Later. We are in bed now. I am feeling very full and very tired. Kevin is giving me a foot massage. Soft autumn jazz music plays on our HomePod. We talk about what is happening in our lives in the form of updates, which are small short stories. I tell him about my car battery dying on me, and he tells me about the progress on getting his home insured from the recent burst pipes upstairs. The night is getting late—actually, it is only 10 PM—so we both go and floss our teeth, brush them. We tell Siri to turn off the lights, and before anyone knows it, the room is fill with snores.

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

100% this - taking cock shouldn't be painful, even if it's a monster cock. I get the sense a lot of guys here don't enjoy or understand foreplay but it's just as good as the fuck itself for me. When you take your time with a bottom and feel his body open up for you it's incredible, and feeling his pleasure as well as your own is so gratifying. I've felt the second ring both ways - my cock in someone else's, and someone else's cock in mine - and there's definitely no comparison for it. It doesn't get any better than knowing the load is going that deep and being locked inside by the intestine bend.

I actually did that one time as a top. There was a guy chatting with me on Grindr who was staying in the same hotel. I had no intention of hooking up because it was a non-pic profile, but he started talking about how hot it would be to fuck him blindfolded. I was horny as hell and his text profile was hot, so agreed to it. Told him he'd have to ride and I'd be blindfolded laying on the bed. He agreed, I stripped and got out some lube and condoms (I was horny and we hadn't talked about it.) I was hard as a rock thinking about it as I blindfolded myself and laid back on the bed. He came in and quietly closed the door. I could hear him taking off his clothes and then felt him climb on the bed and take my hard cock in his mouth. He was an amazing cocksucker, but that wasn't what either of us was after. He pulled off my cock and I heard the lube snap open. I did not hear a condom tear and then felt his slick hand slide down my cock. Soon after, he moved and I felt him slowly sit down on my cock. Started off with a slow rocking motion before he began sliding up and down on me. I reached out and felt his legs and ran my hands up to his cock. He wasn't big, but he was rock hard. I started stroking and he asked me to stop since he didn't want to cum too soon. I moved my hands up and rubbed his stomach finding a smooth 6 pack of abs which was extremely hot. As he picked up the pace, I started randomly thrusting my hips up and ramming into him when he didn't expect it. One time I did it, he started swearing and I felt his ass clamp down on my and warm cum land on my stomach and chest. That sent me over the edge and I started shooting in his ass. He sat on me for a while before slowly pulling off reminding me to stay blindfolded as he wiped up quick in the bathroom, got dressed, and left. We chatted more later both saying how hot that had been. I begged him to send me a pic of him, but he never sent one. A day later, I was at the hotel pool relaxing after work and there was this family hanging out. Young dad, beautiful mom, and squeaking offspring. The guy never made eye contact, but he had an amazing body. Got me horny and I messaged my hookup to see if he wanted to come again that night. I almost laughed when young dad picked up his phone and looked at it before turning bright red as he looked at me. LOL We didn't hook up again and he blocked me after that.

I didn't think much at the time when I signed the roster that my room assignment would be with Joe. After, the whole purpose of the ski trip was to ski and meet new people. Not to mention the college ski trip gets a discount rate. The weekend trip was the usual departure on Friday. After a couple hours traveling, people gathered their gear and were assigned to a room. I gathered my belongings and dropped my stuff off at the room. The rooms usually are assigned four guys to a room. Each room has bunk beds with each person having a locker cabinet. I took my stuff to the room, changed and sneaked in a late afternoon of skiing the slopes. I came back when the park closed and went straight to my room to change. I noticed that there was a pile of stuff on the bunk bed below me. The other beds and locker cabinets appeared to still be vacant. I headed to the dinning room to have dinner. We could sit with your friends, up to six at a table. Conversation was free and comfortable. After all, we all had at least one common interest: we loved to ski. I sat with a group of two other guys and boy friend/girl friend. Small talk was had as we ate dinner. Not all went skiing in the afternoon. After dinner, while some lingered at the bar near the fireplace talking and playing board games, I went back to my room to take a shower. When I came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw my roommate. He was above average in height with slightly curly dark blond hair. A chiseled face and unshaven look to him that made him look pretty hot. He was laying in his bed on his side and reading a small paper back book. "Hey buddy, I'm Joe. I hope you don't mind that I took the bottom bunk."I couldn't help but look at his awesome chest and his arms that supported his head. "Good to meet you Joe, I'm Marc" I proceeded to the bed above him to retrieve my shirt. "So, man, did you get some skiing in this afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah. Pretty good conditions at that." I looked out the window and the snow was coming down. Joe laid his book down and was looking at me as I changed my towel from around my waist and threw some sweat pants on. The slopes looked beautiful, and I asked "Hey Joe, did you get any skiing in this afternoon?" As I climbed up to the bunk bed above him. "Yeah, I was able to get in a few runs. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hear the conditions will be great." I kept the conversation going. "It appears we are the only ones assigned to the room." I was looking at the reflection of the mirror from the opened locker cabinet and was stunned to see Joe was massaging his cock through his tight long johns. "Yeah buddy, I think not as many came on this trip and I think we lucked out. It's less crowed, that's for sure." It was at that moment I noticed a sore spot on my shin and when I rubbed it I must have let out a slight noise. "What's the matter buddy?" came a voice below me. "Ah, nothing, I'm just a little sore near my shin. I feel a bump on my right leg." There was a pause. "Yeah, buddy, I've got a bump too and it aches! You ought to feel this thing." Now I wasn't born yesterday. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but was happy to play the game. I clamored down the bunk bed and leaned forward to look into Joe's bunk bed. He was laying there with the head lamp on as he rubbed his crotch. He had a huge hard-on under his long johns. He reached out and pulled me in by the arm. I promptly fell on top of him. He started kissing me and massaging my back and shoulders. He worked his tongue into my mouth as we struggled to maneuver on the small bed. I felt his cock rubbing against mine as he continued to work his hands down my back, eventually grabbing my ass cheek and manfully massaging them. "Hey buddy," he lightly said to me. "How 'bout you lock that door there and come back in here with me." With one swift motion, I complied, and slid under the covers with him. The lamp was positioned to the wall. We continued our passionate groping and kissing. I was thinking this was too good to be true. I reached into his pants to feel that mancock of his. It was oozing with pre cum and expanded in size as I wrapped my hand around it and pushing his pants back with my wrist. His cock and balls were perfect: massive, uncut, turgid, and hairy. At the same time I felt my sweat pants being pushed back to expose my ass. He was man handling my ass and rubbing his finger into my nice clean ass crack. Soon enough we were stark naked and illuminated by the side lamp. We were grinding our groins together, our stiff cocks rubbing against each other in passionate love making. Joe had his full weight on top of me as we kissed. My eyes opened as he stopped kissing me and had me pinned by the shoulders. His cock was rubbing at my ass hole and begging to come inside me. He was giving me that sad puppy look. Then I noticed his left chest had a tattoo on it...of a biohazard symbol. It was about 1-1/2 diameter. I placed my finger on it and rubbed it. He didn't seem bothered by it and held his chest out further for me to touch it. "Hey, bud. You know what that means?" I smirked and said "Yeah, it means your poz." He cracked a smile and looked into my eyes. "I think your damn hot! How about it man? Let me inside you." How could I resist? I didn't say a thing and just reached for that beautiful cock of his and placed his cock head into my butt hole. He just held it there and I could feel it creep deeper and deeper into my fuck hole. He was so gentle and the natural pre cum lubed my ass hole as he slid in deeper and deeper. He reached a point where he was fully inside me and kept it there. His cock was searing hot in my ass and I was loving every inch of it. He leaned forward and we began to kiss some more. I was in dreamy heaven as we were tonguing and french kissing each other. Without warning he worked on my neck and bingo, he was naturally nibbling on my ear lobe. Oh! that just turned me on. I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He was one smooth fucker too! He started to move his hips in and out thereby sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass. He whispered into my ear, "Hey buddy, you poz?" I replied "no." "You want me to stop?" "Hell, no." He was working his magic dick in and out of me with ease. I could feel his cock getting larger and thicker. My ass was tight and it must have been a real turn on for him. I was clamping down on his cock to make sure it wouldn't slip out. "Hey buddy...I want to seed your ass man. I want to bred you and make you mine." "Oh yeah, please don't stop." How could something that feels so wonderful be wrong? In my mind, I couldn't imagine someone stopping at this point. For both our sakes I egged him on. He was working me good too. His tempo increased. And without warning his throbbing cock became enlarged as he went into a trance. He was shooting his cum load deep inside me. I could feel something warm and flowing inside me. Right away my thoughts went to was happening. I was thinking at that moment he was infecting me. Time seemed to stop as my ass was being flooded with his toxic venom. I was seeing stars and I thought I heard a chores of song. He was injecting me with his poz seed. The first couple thrusts his cock was exploding inside me. I laid there in awe as he was threw his head back and grasped for air. He was pushing harder into me as he ejaculated inside me. It was an experience I could never forget! My hand reached down to his balls and I could feel some leaking cum around the gap of my hole and his cock. I had enough on my fingers that I was able to start jacking my cock with his tainted poz cum. It didn't take long before I shot onto my chest a large puddle of cum. The whole time he was still rock hard and inside me. He collapsed on top of me and his beautiful head of hair fell onto my face. It smelled and felt great. He instantly fell asleep nuzzle against me. I lay there as he dozed and thought about what we had just done, but soon enough I also fell asleep. There was no reason to worry - that would come later.

Locked and loaded 👄

I don't believe the government should be involved in any way regulating relationships. Period. Regardless of the actual age of consent in different jurisdictions, it's patently ridiculous that at 23:59 on Sunday you're too young/know nothing/can't consent and then a minute later at midnight you suddenly become "legal".

OmFFFFFg, my dick is drooling precum. I’m imagining myself there, experiencing the primal euphoria as only two pigs can!

The delivery guy came back, with 2 others (his bf and a friend) they all took turns breeding me hard and deep for 2 hours for a hot piggy session. while I was being plowed by the friend, I was sucking both the deliver my guy and his bf and he announced that he needs to take a piss, so I just took him in my mouth and signaled him to let go, I drank all of his piss without missing a drop 😉 After they deposited 5 loads in my hole and 2 in my mouth they left with the promise to return soon.

So true

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely into this 😈

I don't mind sucking older guys either. I have a BBC regular that I suck off once or twice a week. He gets hard fast and loves using my mouth. He always feeds me a nice load. I also suck off a lot of older guys at the ABS through the gloryhole. Like others, as long as they get hard and shoot cum, I want it.

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Ya, virgin married ass is the best. Attached a pic of a married ass I fucked and bred for the first time. Guy was moaning and asking for more

It's a little long and poz only at the end the story is leadup. Igot contaced with an old FB and we organised a session for the next week. I'm a married middle-age bttm guy but as we have a family doctor I'm not on prep So only play with those that are. the week roles by with me getting more excited as I don't get to play with Gary as much as I'd like due to situation. the day rolls round and I leave work for a day time hookup. getting to his place he hasn't changed he's a charismatic hot silver fox with a lean hot body and from memory a thick cock. before we get to his room he offers me a drink to help relax and we catchup in what's been happening. during the conversation we talk about status n playing bare and he's still neg on prep while I'm just neg. reaching forward he pulls me into a kiss saying he's going to breed me deep n flood me with cum n more, horny I just kiss back younger searching as we grind against each other. pulling back he skulls his drink and suggest we get started. I finish mine In a couple of gulps and we head to the bedroom where he strip me and pushed me down to suck his cock. 7.5 thick cut and perfect for my ass n mouth, I suck and gag in it like I'll die if I don't have it. it was semi solid when we started and after 5 mins of sucking licking it's rock hard. pulling me up we kiss n grind our naked bodies, cock against cock as he's grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezing, I know he wants to fuck me now. we part and I head for the bed, getting on all fours he grabs my cheeks pulling them apart so my hole is exposed and open to him. leaning in he licks and tounges my hole I groan as shivers go down my spine. he's going deeper with his tounge and I can feel his beard rub against my ass and all I can do is groan and push back. sliding one two three fingers in with spit only he's opening me up asking if I'm ready for his cock. i just say fuck yes I need you in me now. hearing this he slaps his cock against my hole and I'm hot in anticipation. as he applies a little lube and I feel his head slip in. a little pain but once he's past the first hole I'm in heaven and the pounding starts. we fuck in a few positions finally having him with me in my back legs up over his shoulders as he's balls deep pounding me looking in my eyes till hs squirting in me. squeezing my ass to milk him I try and get every drop of cum in my ass. pulling out he goes to the other side of the bed sits and breaths out.i reach for his cock rolling over to him and start to suck him clean. I'm on my belly now so all his load just drains deeper into me and I'm in bliss loaded and sucking cummy cock. looking down he grabs my hair saying what a great ass I have and he'd love to share it with some other friends he plays bare with. we talked about group before so he knows I'm open to it, I just nod and continue sucking his cock. Grabing his phone he organises his friends and says they will be here in 5 so keep sucking. they arrive and let themselves in and the first I know is when two hot 50+ silver daddies are watching me from the door. looking up their introduced as Brad and Dave and I'm told to keep sucking they will make themselves comfortable. continuing to suck and Focus on the cock I have they strip out of eyeshot and Dave comes and sits on the bed next to Gary offering his cock, it's 8 thick and pierced. I just stare and smile as I reach for it. as Brad grabs my ass and start eating me out. I just groan in pleasure as in pig heaven. brad tells gary how much he loves a sloppy hole as he teases my hole with his cock. I feel this cock and push back as I want it in me and beg him to fuck me. Sliding in he says he's not going to last long in a cummy hole like this as he bottoms out. it causes me a little pain but he's hitting places that have never been hit and I just push back with each thrust . I keep sucking Dave and Gary as my ass is slowly ruined. As he get close to cumming Dave can see this and lifts my head and tells me to beg for brads load. I just push back more saying fuck me, breed me,give me that load. this pushes him over the edge and he rams one powerful thrust into me that makes me see stars as I feel him shudder n squirt inside me and he holds it deep in me as I feel warmth flow into me, he slowly continues to fuck me just not as violently but i have to stop sucking as I hang my head to recover as I'm shaking. Dave gets up and in a minute replaces brad as i feel another hard cock slide into me.he tells me if I liked what brad did he'll do just as much and they are both multi cummers. I lookup at Gary I say i love his friends and they can be invited anytime to. it's at this point brad sits down flopping a cummy blood flecked pierced cock in front of me. But what I'm looking at isnt his cock it's the biohazard tattoo above his cock. I'm shocked unable to speak but I must have squeezed my ass muscles as Dave says yeah now he knows... I look at Gary and he just says "that's why I'm on prep". I'm shocked but he continues, "they asked if I knew any pozs cumdumps and I thought of you. we just needed to make one change, and by the look of brads cock that's definitely happed and daves will only added to it " I'm shocked but looking as brads cock I know there no going back, I turn to Dave who still has his cock in me staring into his eyes and tell him to fuck me up and poz my ass. turning back to brad I look him in the eye grabing his cock saying I hope you have more than one load in this and start to such him hard again. ...

Part 1: ''Meeting'' How many loads did I take in my guts during lastnight and this morning? I'll tell you later. It all started just over a year ago when I was at work at the grocery store shelf stacking when a handsome man who I had helped find items he was looking for over a period of a few months came in dressed in full Leather Gear; Shirt, tie, waistcoat, trousers, and army boots. Until this day he had only come in wearing casual clothes. Even in just his casual gear I felt an instant strong connection between us as he turned me on with his rough rugged looks and his air of dominant attitude, tapping into my inner sub as his presence naturally made me feel extremely submissive. At the age of 22 I had been sexually active for a year now, but it was all rather vanilla with fucking and sucking quickies. I was on PrEP so was happy to get bred. But my inner piggy sub craved more beyond just getting fucked. Much more! I longed for a Dom-sub connection. On this day that he came to the store in his full Leather Gear he made a bee line for me as soon as there were no other customers around, and he got straight to the point.... - Am I correct in thinking outside of this job you are a sub? Wha'? Seems he was in tune with me already after our handful of brief encounters of me helping him as a customer. Intuitively knowing that not only did I have sex with Men but that I indeed am a sub too, albeit with no experience with the latter. I instinctively looked to the floor, and in a submissive tone said.... - I hope to be. Yes Sir. Sorry, that was inappropriate of me to say that. - Look up at me and look deep into my eyes, boy. I looked up and deep into his eyes as he told me to. He just stared back for several seconds, saying nothing, searching for my inner being, not that he needed long to establish a strong firm connection with me. - Why did you just apologise? - For calling you Sir. I strongly feel that you are exactly what I have been longing for, yet I forgot for a moment that here you are a customer. - That is okay. You only went with your gut instinct, and I liked how you addressed me. Listen, what time do you finish work today? - 6pm. - You live out of town? - No, in town Sir. I have a room in a flat share with three others. - I see. I live about a 30 minute drive out of town. Would you be free to come to my home for 9.30pm? I'm sure you don't get paid much here and would be more than happy to pay for a taxi for you. I would pick you up but I probably might have had a few beers by then. - I'd LOVE to come. *I said with a great eagerness* - Great. Give me your number and I'll have a message in your inbox ready for you once you have finished work. I verbally gave him my number which he saved into his phone. Before I had a chance to say anything else there was a tannoy announcement.... - Jason to customer service please, Jason to customer service. - I've got to go Sir, I... - Is that you? - Yes Sir. - 55 year old Sir Doug won't keep you from your work any longer. See you later sexy pig. I walked off to go to the customer service area, and all I could think in my head was a 55 year old Leather stud called Doug who I already now knew as Sir would have me in his lair later. I was in a daze. I was on a huge high. My cunt twitched in excitement and anticipation on what he would be doing with me later. How would I get through the next two hours of my shift? I need not have worried as the last part of my shift was over in a flash. As soon as I finished work I checked my phone, and sure enough there was a message from Sir Doug waiting for me. He asked me for my address and said that he would send a taxi to me for 9pm and that it would already be paid for. After I got changed at work and said my goodbyes I got home for 6.30pm. Plenty of time to get ready. I heated up leftovers from lastnight's dinner, ate, had a shower where I thoroughly douched just in case I were to be fucked tonight. 9pm soon came and my arrival at Sir Doug's house at 9.30pm seem to come even sooner. In a message he told me that the front door would be unlocked and to let myself in, make my way down the hallway and turn right at the end into his living room where I would strip naked and kneel in front of him. And that was the point we were at right now. I was knelt before him as he sat in his armchair drinking beer and smoking on a big fat cigar. His Leather attire that he now wore was what he was wearing when he came into the shop earlier, except the army boots he had been wearing were now replaced with knee length Police Boots, and he was also now wearing the most magnificent Muir, and black leather Police inspection gloves, ready to give this hungry eager pig a full inspection. I had my hands clasped behind my back and my head bowed as a mark of respect for the alpha that sat before me... - Look up at me, boy. And look deep into my eyes again like you did earlier. - Yes Sir. Sorry. - I will let you know if I ever need you to apologise. Nothing to apologise for right now. For the next several minutes he smoked his cigar and drank his beer as I knelt before him, searching for one another's inner being via constant eye contact. He then leaned in and kissed my neck, brushing his thick tache against my soft skin. I shuddered and gasped in delight. He sat back into his armchair and fixed his focus back onto my eyes where I sighed as I let go of pent up energy straight after he smiled and winked at me. I smiled back, giving an instinctive puppy eyed look. Putting his beer down and with his cigar between his teeth he firmly pulled with both hands my head forward and down into his Leather clad crotch. I took one big sniff of the intoxicating Leather and once again my sub instinct kicked in and I started to lick the Leather where I could feel a throbbing meaty bone underneath. Releasing one hand from my head he took the cigar from his mouth and ordered me to look up at him. I tilted my neck sideways up so I could see his face, and looking at me he spat a huge gob of spit onto my face.... - Now show me how you in this situation we are in now how you would please me. Let's see if you have got what it takes. I brought my body upright and walked back on my knees a couple of paces then bent over bringing my face to Sir's Police boots where I eagerly took to licking them. A Sir should always have shiny clean boots! Did I have what it takes to be trained by Sir Doug?

I hightailed it to my destination city, 2.5 days drive. Every truck stop that I passed I was so tempted to stop for any sexual action that I could find. But my old repressed frightened self won out and I kept my nose to the road. The first two weeks spent in my new city were consumed with apartment hunting, moving in, buying the basics for my place, with a tiny bit of time left to start a job hunt. The next month was spent in a funk, walking my new neighbourhood, setting up accounts, but mostly, desperately sad for the life I had just walked away form. Oh yeah, and ashamed and despairing of the work I had not been able to find. I was too low to have any energy left for libido. I lived like a monk. Celibate. That is until I didn’t! One day walking on the beach the thought got through to me, ‘Why the fuck are you wasting your time grieving and feeling guilt for the life you left behind? Remember why you left? Remember!’ As I walked home, I picked up a gay rag to find my closest bathhouse. It was just six blocks away. An easy walk. I worried and stewed withing my self about the best time to go for the maximum action. Afterall, I had never been to one. I finally just left. Arrived about 8 p.m.. The place was very quiet. Like dead quiet, only two very old men, that’s in their 80’s old, and myself. I did my best to entertain myself and tap down my disappointment by watching porn. Then I didn’t want to attract the interest of the other two by getting excited by porn so I moved to the whirlpool hot tub. But, I failed. I couldn’t supress my disappointment that I had finally moved to embrace the cravings that led to my leaving my wife and home for nothing, a place to be free and no men to go there with. As I headed to get dress to leave a young guy appeared. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, and his energy seemed to say, ‘wise impish nymph’. He caught my eye, and I couldn’t help but follow him. At the lockers he stripped out of everything and made no effort to use his towel. He was a petit hairless twink with the most beautiful, well-proportioned body I had ever seen. He knew it and flaunted it. I followed him as he went directly to the two old men. It was clear they all knew each other. In fact, the two old guys had been stroking each other’s erections. They had to be using viagra. I hoped the young guy had pre-lubed because he sat down on the one guys cock balls deep. They fucked until the old guy came. The young guy traded laps and mounted number two. This fuck ride lasted longer but eventually the old guy grunted and came. Through ever step of his double fuck the young nymph remained impishly engaged, involved and cheerful. Some of the best porn I had ever experienced, and this was live and in the flesh with one cute young twink and two elderly men. Leaving the elderly men, the young one came directly to me. His hand was on my toweled crotch and semi-erection immediately. “Come fuck me. Take your turn.”, his almost childlike playful voice. “Uuuuuuuuuumm ….” I didn’t even get my thought out and he spoke. “Or I can fuck you if you want.” “Ummmmmmm….” “Okay great, the sling is over here. Let’s get you in.” As I fumbled to try and figure the darn contraption out, he spoke again. “Are you a sling virgin? You’ve honestly never been in one of these before?” “Ummmmmmmmmmmm” “So, you have been fucked before?” his eye brows lifted in question. “Oh ..oh ..o , yes I have, but , but only a couple times. … Well, that’s several times on two occasions. Oh my, too much information. Sorry.” “No need to be sorry at all. It all sounds very hot. But sounds like it’s still a bit much for you to take in?” “Oh yeah!” “Then let’s go slow. So, you like to take cock up the ass?” “Ah, yeah.” I blushed. “No need to be embarrassed, you’ve already seen how much I like it.” And, as if remined, he reached in his ass and sucked up ass juices and cum from the old men off his fingers. He dipped again and offered it to me. “You’re a gentleman, ... but, ... um ...no thanks.” “You’ve only been with men twice, but how many guys fucked you those two times?” “Seven both times.” “Damn, lucky you. Had anyone taught you how to clean out.” You guessed it, I gave him my ‘deer caught in headlights’ frozen look. He skipped me off to the bathroom and proceeded to clean me out while talking through his instructions. By the last flush I was proficient in doing the job on my own. Back at the sling he again gave instructions and helped me into place. “Spit for lube, or will I grab a packet.” “What did you use? I didn’t think you did anything, and you were sitting on the first guy’s cock.” “Ah, yeah." He laughed, "I was using cum for lube. I have three other old guys I service every day. I already had their cum in me.” “Everyday?!” “Yeah, pretty much.” We talked about several things as he messaged my hole. It felt more like talking to a nice bar tender than a sex partner. After answering a number of my questions, he ask; “So you ready to get fucked.” “Yeah!” His average sized six inches slipping into me. No pain at all. That was a first and I asked him about it. He told me it was all about preparation. He leaned in and kissed me so tenderly I melted into his luscious lips. He continued to kiss me all over, clearly making love to my entire body and especially my ass. I had only been ravaged before; this was amazing. It felt so playful and caring. “So did you let all those guys cum in your ass?” “Yup, some more than once.” “Fuckin A, you are my kind of man. I could be close; just where do you want my load?” “In my ass. Breed me. Please” Only then did he get a bit forceful and was soon spewing a lot of cum into me for such a little guy. When we had regained our breath, he ask; “So, did you like that?” “Fuck yeah man!” “So, would you like some more? I just heard the front door, I think my other regulars are arriving. Stay right where you are.” “But don’t they come to fuck you?” “Me, you, each other …. Who cares? Just enjoy.” Five naked men from their mid 50’s to mid 70’s arrived. The eldest looked to be the most fit, surprisingly muscular for his age. The youngest was quite pot bellied and dumpy looking. They didn’t need any instruction and gathered round me. I was first fed a cock to suck, but soon had another up my ass. They kept switching and moving about for the next hour and a half. By then I had seven loads, all pumped up my ass. The eldest guy had given me two. As these men began to drift away the room was filling with young men the age of my playful twink. He clearly knew everyone, and they seemed to look to him as a leader. He shared my story and suggested I be left in the sling for the night. The place was getting very busy and with my mentor’s encouragement and direction guy after guy, every size, shape, and colour slid into me. They didn’t all cum, but half of them did and I had 14 more loads deposited before I was aided out of the sling. I could hardly walk and the twink gave me support. Showered, dressed and heading out I wondered how I missed the sign on my way in. Had I been that nervous and frightened. The sign at the door read, ‘Help Wanted’. I took an application before heading on home to fall into my bed and sleep the sleep of the dead.

I agree with a lot of what you are saying. Being older, sex seemed to be a lot more open and a lot less talked about when I was growing up. I could not imagine doing what I did at the age I was doing it and not someone making a big deal of it. Everyone knew I was sexually active early on, no one said a word. I remember going to school picture day with a turtleneck because of love bites up and down my neck from consensual sex the day before. My teacher (male) just adjusted my collar before the picture and said something like "looks like you had fun last night" and winked. I could not imagine that happening now.

a bud and I did similar with ice cubes of cum, slipped them in each other and then plugged ourselves and huffed poppers and talked dirty as they melted

Feeling the leather biting into my skin as its pulled tight. The light headness as he controls your breathing, feeling your head pulled back as he tugs on it. The scaryness of iit as your gulping down air mixed with your hornyness as you feel that cock ramming in you. All while your hands are cuffed behind you or to the bed so helpless. Death can occur but it's adding to the sex. X x

You have great piggy mind and you are awesome story teller, hopefully there will be more chapters maybe some ws, gangbang, more toys and fisting even a slam or two.

Hell yeah man this story gets me wet as fuck too!

I‘ve told one of my tops of Reading and enjoying the Story „Cum courier“. The Next Time We Met at the very big bathhouse in munich, he bred me with door wide Open, invited an onlooker to breed me as well and shoved a buttplug into my hole. Then told me to be back at the Same chamber at 11 pm. Coming back at that Time there was Waiting an elder Gentleman, who Followed me into the Booth and laid down on His back and told me to sit on his face. He rimmed me and slurped out that Cum for Almost an Hour! ***** Please excuse the Many Uppercases! Autocorrection did that to my Text and I didn‘t want to Type backwards and correct the autocorrection. I did. that in such cases when autocorrection Produced a misspelling.

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

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.

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

My ex was a porn junkie. He loved watching porn and stroking. Constantly. But he loved taking video of me plowing a hot hole and creampies to the guy's hole. But he REALLY loved taking video me taking hard cock(s) up my hole raw and getting bred on camera. He would stroke his cock the entire time he was filming. His unedited stuff was pretty good, because he watched so much porn - he knew the kind of scenes he liked seeing... so he filmed the say way. I still have videos of me topping/bottoming from 15 years ago and I love to throw them on and jerk off while remembering me seeding a hot hole or a hot load across my own ass from a hung top. We spent the money on a decent camera with a light, so the quality was pretty decent. Lots of married Daddy's breeding me. Ex had to ensure NO faces. I also edited a lot of the camera jostling etc out of the final. So it was a lot of frisky stuff - just all looked NSA (which in itself is kinda hot). Singles. Doubles, Triples. And even one gang bang where I took 9 loads from 4 guys over the evening. (I still have the original files from that night too.. whahooo!). After we split up, I found a couple of other guys who were into pics - random or posed. I love ass play, and a lot of my picture collection is with other FB's who like to play with a hole and toys and FF... so, there is some excellent quality stuff there... both picture and recently, video. It's fun to run two cameras... either one stationary and aimed and you try and remember it is there... LOL... or one in each guy's hand. Get the same fuck from two different angles and also different quality of shots. I take that stuff and mash it together into a 5 or 10 minute Amateur movie. It's a hobby. And it's a great hobby if the other guy(s) into it!! Love making amateur porn. (Pics are from 5 movies with the same top breeding my hole)

I love drinking piss and often taste my own for practice. I’ve worked up a pretty high tolerance that way. You might want to try filling your man up with diet pop/soda (whatever). Artificial sweeteners do not digest, so his pee will be sweet.

I've always tended towards older guys, over 60 is my ideal as long as they can get hard and talk to me like a slut.

7. Prey for the Sinners It’s night. He’s naked and disoriented. He stumbles barefoot through the swamp. Toads croak all around him. Snakes slither through the bog. Gliding by, one caresses his bare ankle. Dark outlines of lifeless trees everywhere. Each stride is a slog. Loud, slurping sounds accompany each step. Is he going the right way? He keeps falling deeper into the mire. Black ooze surrounds him up to his thigh and getting higher. All too quickly his cock and balls touch the mud and then, with his next step, are sucked down, invisible below the surface. He feels things down there. Unseen things. There’s a large creature beating overhead, a demon hovering with a massive wings above the treetops. It creates great gusts of wind over the brackish water. The disturbance bring up waves that crest over his chest, splash over his collar bone, get in his mouth. He’ll drown, he frets. The night might swallow him whole. Something rises from the center of the swamp. A face discernable only by the shape of a skull, is bone only. The sockets have eyes but there is no skin. A cowl hangs around the figure’s neck. The cloth, a muddy robe, drips with muck. The skull glides toward him. The wings above grow louder, closing in. The skull opens its mouth with an eyeless serpent slips out. It plops into the water. He feels it circling his body. It pokes and prods, searching for an orifice to penetrate. He feels it wrap around his chest, crushes the breath out of him. Its head surfaces, writhes before his face, swaying in an eyeless dance, weaving its lips across his. The serpent’s darting tongue violates his mouth, tunnels in before he can stop it from slithering down his throat. Beating wings crescendos into a scream. It's him. Screaming. Eros and Tommy shake him, tell him to wake up, what’s wrong, it’s okay. It’s a cascade of words he clings to, uses them to climb out of the terror. Tommy and Eros kneel on the futon, each holds one of his a bare shoulders. Jesse recognizes their faces, dives his arms around their necks, clutches them so tight he could snap them off. “Okay. Christ!” Tommy says, pulling off Jesse’s strangling arm. He coughs a mirthless laugh weighted by concern over the dopey kid. A strong wind bangs the blinds; cold, misty daylight seeps in. Jesse eyes ricochet around the shack. He’s alarmed because he still hears the same sound of wings beating from his dream. Eros searches his face, holding it reassuringly. “Just a dream, Chewbacca.” His perfectly imperfect smile is soothing, a balm to his fears. Jesse realizes Eros’ face is wet, his dark hair dripping. “Can’t imagine why you’d be having nightmares…or day-mares.” He poses the question to Tommy, seeing if that’s a word. “Day-mares?” “The fuck should I know. At least he stopped yelling.” “What’s that whopping sound?” Jesse crawls on his knees to the windows—the noise comes from the beach. “Rescue helicopter landed a few minutes ago,” Tommy says. He points to the dunes. “This morning just keeps getting better and better. Gleason’s being airlifted out by that chopper.” Eros joins Jesse at the window. “He had a heart attack at breakfast. Right when we got back from…you know.” “All that fucking coke he did last night. And he’s a cow,” Tommy adds. “They’re about to fly him out.” "And you owe me a pair of work boots.” Tommy points to solidly caked boots at the door. Next to them sit Eros’ muddy—formerly white—sneakers, the ones he wears when he cleans the pool. “We’re in the outdoor shower when we hear shouting.” “Shamu keels over, clutching his heart and falls into the pool. He’s lucky Eros and Mac think they’re deep sea divers. They jump in and fish him out.” “Mac's puts in a bunch of calls. Gets the Coast Guard out here. And then you starting screaming like a banshee. Helluva morning.” Suddenly the pool area comes alive with commotion, voices, rattling metal wheels. The side gate opens. Jesse scrambles to the door with Tommy and Eros right behind. Two EMT workers wheel Eddie down the path strapped to a gurney. The actor’s frozen, his fingers claw the rails, an oxygen mask over his wet face. His eyes open wide in terror and pain. He glances at the three of them, pleading—something—with his eyes. Mac and a newly-clipped Jaxton follow directly behind the gurney. Eddie’s lifted off the walkway ready to be taken to the helicopter. One of the EMT guys holds up his hand. He’s too far away to hear what’s being said, but it’s enough to turn Jaxton and Mac away. Jaxton, with his new short blond hair, is almost unrecognizable lacking the curtain of dreadlocks always covering his face. “They’re taking him to the county hospital,” Mac says to the three of them. “Why can’t I go with him?” Jaxton petulantly demands behind Mac’s shoulder. Mac shakes his head. “I’ll call the hospital. Once he’s stabilized we’ll take the boat over.” “You’re too kind, Mr. McPherson,” Jaxton says, glumly. Jesse scrutinizes Jaxton’s new look and recognizes Mac’s handiwork. He was never of fan of Jaxton, but, man, the guy looks like he could be one of those Calvin Klein poster boys now. Not jacked, but one of those really thin models, all cheekbones, like no one ever is in real life. He doesn't even slump, which of course makes him even taller. Mac puts a hand on the gangly kid’s shoulder. As he’s taking him back to the house, he stops, turns back to the shack and asks if any of them have seen Father Lucius? Jesse, Tommy and Eros begin a chorus of huh-uhs, nopes, and head shakes. “Odd,” Mac says, studying their faces. “No one’s seen him since he went upstairs with you, Jesse.” “I noticed there’s a missing kayak.” Eros helpfully points to the rack of canoes and kayaks next to the side gate. Mac pauses. Considers it. He looks up at the milky sky with the trees rustling in the wind. “Not really a great day to take out a kayak. Really choppy ocean, I bet. Seems he would be back by now, though, don’t you think? All this aerial activity.” He points at the Coast Guard helicopter taking off. All three again are all shoulder shrugs, don’t knows and maybes. Mac gives them a quick sideways glance. Shakes his head. He smiles at Jaxton and tweaks his nipple. Jaxton returns a breezy smile. He stretches his arms in the air like he’s just waking up, and they go back through the side gate. Tommy gapes his mouth at Eros. “’You’re too kind?!’ The fuck was that? * The morning mist never really burns off. After Eddie’s evacuation there’s a calm pervading the compound. It’s almost too quiet. The filter hums while Eros skims leaves from the pool. He looks uneasily at the monk’s room’s wall of windows. Twigs crunch underfoot as Tommy picks up armfuls of broken branches scattered around the yard from last night’s storm. Inside the silent house, Jaxton and Mac huddle in the office, lowering their voices when Jesse walks by. He changes Eddie and Jaxton’s bedding, disinfects the monk’s rubber sheets and replaces them with a paisley cotton percale. Then, an hour later, Mac’s office phone rings. The hospital regrets to inform that Eddie is dead. Mac gathers Jesse, Tommy and Eros together to let them know about it, and that they can take the rest of the day off. If they wouldn't mind, he asks them to watch after Jaxton while he makes calls on Eddie’s behalf. The sky’s steely gray when the three of them get to the beach. A sedate Jaxton in the long swim trunks that Eddie hated, tags along. He keeps his beach towel a little away from theirs. It’s like he wants to be alone, but there’s not much point on an empty beach. Eros and Tommy body surf in the rough water, and Jesse, in his white briefs, lies face down on his towel between their two beach chairs. He listens to the breaking waves for a while, then hears, “You know what a usurper is?” Jesse looks up from his towel—Jaxton’s propped up on his elbows watching the guys attempting to ride the waves. “Huh?” Jesse gets up and turns on his side. “What’d you mean?” Jaxton studies the two men. “That kind of turbulence isn’t made for catching waves.” He pauses. Looks at Jesse. “You’re like a fifth wheel. I think they tolerate you, maybe even feel a little sorry for you. But they’re definitely not into you. Not like you think.” Jaxton thinks for a moment, then adds, “except maybe to abuse you.” “What do you know.” Jesse gets up and flops into Tommy’s chair, near Jaxton’s towel. He digs into their Yeti cooler and pops open one of Eros and T’s beers. “You don’t know anything.” He sips. Tommy and Eros are bobbing in the waves, splashing each other in the face. “Why, did they say something?” “No,” Jaxton says. “I can just tell.” Eros and Tommy trudge out of the surf, then happily race back dripping with sand-crusted hair. “Gnarly,” Eros comments to Jaxton. “Am I right?” Jaxton give him a wan smile. “I suppose.” Jaxton stares at Eros’ naked body as he dries himself. Tommy eyeballs Jesse in his chair. “Out.” “And who says you could take a beer?” Eros barks. Jaxton throws Jesse an I-told-you-so look. Hurt, Jesse offers the beer up to Eros who tells him to just keep it, but ask next time. Jesse rises from Tommy’s chair. He toes on his flip flops, throws his sandy towel across his shoulders, and shuffles off toward the lighthouse. Maybe Jaxton’s right, he thinks, sipping his beer. He does sometimes feel like he overstays his welcome. Like the other night, hanging out with them, watching a Frasier re-run on Eros’ phone. Did they mind him falling asleep, spending the night with them? There’s gulls screeching on the rocks of the lighthouse. A trawler bounces near the coast line; seagulls swirl and dive around it. He drains the rest of his beer. Mist overtakes the trawler and grows thicker. By the time he hits the rocks it’s disappeared in the rolling cloud. He rarely comes to this end of the island. No one does. The lighthouse lantern lights up and a fog horn moans ushering in the bank of fog. He rattles the dregs of the beer and tosses the can between the rocks. Looking up at the tall structure, he watches the fog encircles the catwalk. The lamp's beam slowly rotates. With the fog rolling in, it seems he hears the ocean crashing on the rocks rather than sees it. The fog chills him and, though it does little good, he pulls the towel tighter around his shoulders. He tries the lighthouse door and discovers it's unlocked. “Hello?” he says cautiously opening the door. Met with silence, he inches into the room. Inside it’s murky but there’s still a bit of afternoon light remaining. He feels for a switch but doesn’t find one. Instead he discovers the table at the entrance holds an old kerosene lamp and matches. He lights it and the hollow space illuminates with the lanterns yellow glow. A winding staircase extends around the walls. It loops around twice before disappearing into the room above. Below the staircase there’s stone steps leading to a basement. He’s never visited a lighthouse before and he’s curious about what’s upstairs. The metal steps creak as he ascends. Twice around the interior walls he climbs before he enters the kitchen-living room area of the upper level. Light comes through the vertical window slats the color of Vaseline. Someone lives here—he can see that. He puts his hand on the cold potbelly stove. A coffee pot sitting on top is slightly warm. There’s an unmade single bed, with a piss pot next to it. A desk has writing papers scattered about; several journals are stacked; one lies open. Jesse shuffles in his sandy flip-flops over to the desk. Holding up the light he reads words in the open journal. The Hung Priest, it starts. After a few sentences he stops, incredulous—he’s in it! Jesse takes the stairs two steps at a time, it reads. Eros is in his beach chair watching Tommy chase him down the beach! Even the part where he gets a hard on from Tommy sitting on top of him! His arms suddenly prickle with goosebumps; the hair rises on the back of his neck. Someone’s watching him? But why? He’s not at all interesting. Footsteps clanks above on the metal grating—someone’s descending. He quickly scrambles down the stairs as quietly as he can. He’s about to slip out the front door but something stops him dead in his tracks. It’s a soft moan, or more exact, several moans. It comes from the stairs that lead down to the basement. It’s definitely a group of men, bass voices, muffled cries, rasping groans. He moves to the stone steps. In the living space above someone prepares a fire—twigs snap, a match strikes, the potbelly stove’s door shuts with a clank. A voice in the room seems to be debating himself. Jesse peers down into the gloom where the moaning voices softly reverberate. Holding out the lantern he makes out a thick wooden door. Treading lightly down the steps, each wet and slick with algae, he reaches the door. The whimpering is clearly coming from the other side, yet still they seems far off in the distance. Slowly he twists the knob but it’s locked. Part of him feels relieved that it is. “Hey,” he breathes through the door. “Hey,” he repeats. The murmurs continue unresponsive, seeming not to hear him. He promises himself he’ll come back but next time with Eros and Tommy—if they’ll believe him. Jaxton’s right, though, that they’ve probably had enough of him. Why should they do anything more for him after what they’ve already done? He climbs the stone steps unsure of anything—their friendship, his place in the world. On the top step he slips on algae. He crashes to his knees. The lantern snuffs out and clatters noisily across the floor. He picks himself and dashes to the entrance. “Who goes there?” an authoritative voice booms from the top of the stairs. The figure holds out his lantern but the weak light shows only a small, shadowy figure dart out to the entrance. Outside, front door bangs shut as Jesse sprints into the fog. After putting enough distance between him and the lighthouse, he slows to a brisk walk. Looking over his shoulder he sees the glowing light rotate but growing dimmer the farther away he gets. The moan of the foghorn stay next to him, however, like a phantom he has yet to escape. For several minutes he strides along the beach, his heart beating rapidly in his ears, the surf pounding. Several times he thinks he should head away from the shore and cut inland. He’s most worried though about getting far away from the lighthouse, so when he finally does cuts away from the waves, he find high dunes blocking the way. Regardless, he marches over them hoping to find the wooden walkway that will lead him home. Sliding down the other side of the dunes, he discovers the fog is thinner but he’s overshot the compound and is in the swamp. He’s not crazy about walking back in the direction of the lighthouse but he’s sure the path will take him back to the house soon enough. As he walks further he loses track of the ocean’s constant roar. He should be walking parallel to the surf, but now he’s afraid he’s walking deeper into the swamp. There’s no reliable direction he can discern in the remaining light. Sound is his only guide, but that’s now quieted, leaving only the marsh choir of croaking toads. Vapor off the swamp mixes with the mist in the air. It’s all wrong, and too close to his earlier nightmare. He thinks better of going deeper into the swamp, turns around and goes back the direction he came. An owl hoots directly overhead startles him. The sounds of the marsh grow louder—croaks, rivets, peeps, more hoots surround him. Then he hears something that freezes him to his core—a low growl. There aren’t any dangerous animals on the island, he’s sure of it, or has never heard of any, but a growl’s a growl. He makes out waves crashing straight ahead, which convinces him he’s heading in the right direction, but it’s also the direction of whatever made the noise. Step by step he makes his way in the dark; his thin flip flops test each board trying not to draw attention to himself with a creak. He comes to an intersection with a larger walkway, the road he’s familiar with that’s between the dock and the compound. This feels right. He sighs a small relief. The sound of waves resumes on his right, so he’s fairly certain he now headed back toward the house. Then, abruptly, he bumps into something upright and furry. He looks up into glowing red eyes. A large creature peers down at him. It snarls menacingly, large fangs glistening as its lips pull back. Jesse’s mind races—fight or flight rears its head. Flight, he’s out of there, no question about it! He pivots and there’s a loud crack: a fractured wooden plank snaps in two and he falls several feet through the walkway, into the cold wet swamp below. As his feet hit the mud, he cracks the back of his head against the plank with an audible thwack! * Jaxton furiously rides Mac’s cock on the dining room table. His swinging dick beats out four-four rhythm like the baton of a crazed band leader. He grinds his ass on Mac’s gargantuan cannon of a cock, pulling his ass lips apart straining to capture Mac’s slick balls into the bargain. Just as Jaxton’s on the cusp of blowing his first wad in this new body, the front door chimes. He yowls with unrestrained frustration. He and Mac sourly scramble off the table. Jaxton finds his swim trunks and Mac pulls up his khakis. They answer the door and two extremely old and frail looking monks peer back at them. “Abbot Santana,” Mac says, pulling down his tank top. “I didn’t expect you at the earliest till tomorrow.” He ushers the elderly pair inside. The Abbot, a small man with a pointed salt and pepper beard and a mop of curly dark hair, hobbles on his cane into the foyer. His petite assistant, bald and spindly, carries a large satchel. “Plans changed so quickly, I didn’t realize you would—,” “Yes, yes,” Abbot Santana interrupts with a wave of his hand. “Bueno sera, signore. Bueno sera.” He points his cane at the other monk. “My attendant, Brother Virgil.” The Abbot looks Jaxton in his swimming trunks up and down. “Lucius, is you?” "I'm Jaxton, Mr. Gleason’s personal—” “Ridiculous, I see you Lucius.” He jabs the rubber tip of his cane up into Jaxton’s chest. “You make a terrible mess of things.” Mac and Jaxton exchange a look. Jaxton pleads, “Forgive me your Eminence. It was spur of the moment decision. I was caught off guard by the boy’s regal—“ “We no do ‘spur of the moment’ nonsense. Idiota!” The Abbot taps his cane, looking over the house. “Signore,” he says to Mac. “I must sit. The walk, it is long, and coming here, we were accosted by an animal.” Mac motions to his living room. “Please, your Grace.” With a flick of a switch the living room brightens and the gas fireplace is set aflame. “Can I get you something? Water? Some tea?” Virgil aids the Abbot toward the sofa. “What sort of animal accosted you?” “An animal animal. I know not what kind. Scotch, for such a cold night. Single malt, not your blended rot.” After sitting he leans toward Virgil, patting his hand. “What will you have, my dear?” Virgil murmurs he’ll have the same. “And the same for Virgil!” Jaxton follows them into the living room and sits across from the two monks in one of the black strap chairs. “I’m astonished how fast you got here.” “Your impulsiveness demanded it. But, I confess,” the Abbot takes a moment to appraise Jaxton, “it is a most pleasing form. Michelangelo never did better, eh, Brother?” Virgil eagerly nods in agreement. “Oh, bless you,” Santana says, taking a glass from Mac. Virgil also expresses gratitude, mumbling a hushed grazie. “So this Jaxton fellow. You vetted him? And he was the personal assistant of who?” He takes a sip. “Ah, bellissima. Mille grazie.” “An actor who passed away earlier today,” Mac replies, then goes back to fix himself and Jaxton a drink. Jaxton bows his head. “A tragic heart attack.” “I’m sure it was. Not induced by you, I hope.” The Abbot frowns at Jaxton. Jaxton doesn’t reply. “At least not traceable to you and one of your experiments in chemistry.” Mac brings Jaxton a bourbon. “Thank you. Nothing that would be suspicious in his already taxed circulatory system. Severely obese, doing cocaine all night—it’s not too surprising.” Jaxton takes a sip of bourbon. “In the morning he knew I wasn’t his assistant any longer, so I might have had to hurry things along a smidge,” Jaxton says with a glint of pride. “An extra little push laced in his coffee, perhaps mistaking a gram of amphetamine for a packet of Sweet n Low. Oops.” Jaxton puts his hand over his mouth. “Might I trouble you for another, signore?” Abbot Santana bows his head humbly to Mac. “A water back, I suppose wouldn’t hurt. An encore, Brother?” Virgil stammers an assent. “And another for Virgil. I suppose this accelerates things, does it not, signore?” On his way to the bar Mac replies over his shoulder, “I suppose it does. But I’m sure you both can still be accommodated.” He quickly returns with a tray of water glasses and refilled scotches, and sets them on the glass coffee table before sitting next to Jaxton. “If your Grace approves the boy’s body, my housekeeper Jesse, and if Brother Virgil is amenable to the pool man, I believe the transference can be accomplished quickly.” “I will, of course, need to test the boy’s body.” The Abbot’s wrinkled face pulls back into a painful smile. “It will be fun, Virgil, will it not? You being the older of us this go-round. It will be—what do the young brothers say?—a hoot!” The Abbot raps his cane excitedly on the floor several times. He clinks glasses with Virgil. They both take a long quaff of their drinks. “Mi scusi,” Virgil bashfully says so softly that Mac and Jaxton have to lean forward to hear him. “The p-p-pool man. I understand he has a marito—?” His voice trails off to being completely inaudible. “Speak up, Virgil!” Santana demands. Virgil clears his throat. “Si, the pool man has husband. What is to become of him?” Jaxton adds, “Tragically, he, too, might succumb to another tragic overdose.” “Only if we can watch,” chuckles the Abbot, to which the Jaxton joins in with his droll humor. “Ma—” Virgil holds an index finger in the air. “Is two overdoses too many overdoses? To the authorities, I mean?” Jaxton leans toward Virgil conspiratorially, “Not if a body isn’t found.” Virgil is confused, but quickly catches on, nodding his head with a snickers. Mac looks at his glass before taking a sip. “Thomas Price has been an addict ever since his mother kicked him out as a teenager, Lucius. I’d go down that road with caution.” Jaxton scoffs. “All I’m saying is that junkies can surprise you with their tolerance.” Jaxton waves his hand. “I know the limits of the human body. Three times the actor’s dosage—no one can survive.” Mac shrugs his shoulders, but then turns his attention to the Abbot. “Your Grace. I understand—” Mac pauses, not sure how to broach the subject. “I understand you have a…condition.” “Ah,” says the Abbot. He and Virgil share a look. “Si. A thing I pick up—” He gives Jaxton a stink eye, “—before we begin vetting more carefully. Back when we do a thing in haste.” “In Romania,” Virgil adds, bobbing his shiny head. “M-many centuries ago.” Mac leans toward the Abbot. “Will the boy…” Mac isn’t sure how to phrase it, “…inherit this condition?” “Si. Not at first, but it always come back over the years.” The Abbot starts lifting his robe. “Let this be the lesson to you, Lucius.” As he lifts his robe, he reveals a massive amount of dark body hair on his tiny frame, with a perfectly normal old man’s wrinkled penis. He continues raising his robe and above his navel, first two, then four, then six, and finally eight plump nipples run from abdomen up to chest. “I believe it was a transference in the eighteenth—” Virgil shakes his head correcting the Abbot. “—oh, si, seventeenth century. Tainted boy before we make habit of checking more thorough.” “Werewolf?” Jaxton says in disbelief, to which both Abbot and the Brother chuckle. “No, no, no. We rule out Lycanthropy,” Abbot Santana says, “long, long ago.” “Old w-wives tale,” Virgil stutters. “Wolf-man n-n-nonsense.” He clears his voice. “Supernumerary maladaptation, is science name for Abbot’s condition.” Mac leans over the coffee table and brushes one of the lower nipples with his fingertips. “Oh!” gushes the old Abbot. “Sensitive.” “And on full moons?” Jaxton asks mesmerized by the surplus of teets. “No worry about full moons.” The Abbot laughs. “But no come up and surprise me. Ah grrr!” He and the Brother exchange a laugh, playfully clawing at each other. “Only thing that brings on condition is emotions that are strong. Passion, fear, anger, et cetera, et cetera.” He turns to Jaxton and Mac with a sneer of his upper lip and a laugh. “Ah grr!” he growls at the two of them. The doorbell chimes and the four men exchange concerned looks. The Abbot drops his robe covering his nipples. They sit in silence until the chimes urgently ring several times. Santana turns to Mac. “You answer your door?” Mac warily approaches the entrance. “Yes?” He cracks it open to see who it is and Eros pushes in, knocking him backwards, holding Jesse in his arms. Jesse shades his eyes from the sudden brightness. His legs drip mud. “We need get him to a hospital.” “Eros, knock it off! I’m okay,” he says. “Just let me down.” “I need the keys to your boat.” Eros shakes Jesse in his arms, scolding him. “You need to be looked at.” “We found him on the marsh,” Tommy quickly fills over Eros. “I guess he fell through some planks. He was up to his neck, shaking, whining—” “I was in mud, T! Of course I was shaking.” “What are you talking about? Slow down.” Mac says, his hand on Eros’ chest. “Don’t tell me to slow down.” Tommy continues speaking over Eros, “He went off at the beach and didn’t come back.” He checks the back of Jesse’s head. Jesse swats his hand away. “When it got dark, we went searching for him.” Tommy points to the lounge chair in the living room. “Put him on that. We thought he got lost in the fog.” “I was lost!” “He just now is coming round. I think he was knocked out. He was dazed when we got him out.” Eros sets him on the lounge chair. He and Tommy realizes there’s others in the room. They give the monks a cursory grunt but are obsessed with Jesse. “I wasn’t knocked out. I was stuck in cold mud.” The two sit on the ottoman, fidgeting. Eros says, “See, there’s a little blood back here.” He twists Jesse’s head to show a dried patch. “Hey. I’m not a mannequin!” Jesse squawks. "Oddio!” says the Abbott rising with Virgil’s help. “The fault is ours. We are terrible—how you say—scaredy cats. Something frighten us walking from the boat. We think it an animal. We are afraid and hurry to the house. We don’t think to find out what it was.” “Apologies,” Mac says to the monks. “Eros and Tommy, this is Abbot Santana from Father Lucius’ monastery and his attendant, Brother Virgil.” Tommy and Eros give them distracted greetings. “Fortune smiles, gentlemen,” the small Abbot says, putting his hand on Eros’ bicep surreptitiously squeezing it and exchanging a gleeful look with Virgil. “No need for hospital. Brother Virgil is registered nurse. He see to your friend.” “Si, Concussion, very serious.” Virgil is again barely audible so Tommy and Eros have to lean toward him. “But he no pass out, so is good.” Virgil takes his glass of water and offers it to Jesse. Jesse grabs Eros’ forearm. “See, they heard an animal, too. It had red eyes. And before that, back at the lighthouse, I heard voices under the floor!” “He might wish something stronger,” the Abbott suggests to Mac, softly. “And, guys, someone’s writing about us!” Mac brings back a whiskey. Virgil takes it. “Here,” he whispers to Jesse. “You drink.” Jesse sips then grimaces from the taste. “Come. Once more.” Jesse takes a second reluctant sip. “Gees,” Tommy says. “You poor guy. You musta really knocked your head.” “It doesn’t sound like he was unconscious,” Mac assures Tommy and Eros. “But he could be in shock.” “Let’s get him to the shack,” Tommy suggests. “You can. But you’ve got a registered nurse right here,” Mac suggests. “Are delusions a sign of a concussion?” Eros quietly asks Virgil. “Eros. I’m right here. You know I can hear you? Jesus Christ! Sorry Father,” he says to the Abbot. “I’m cold, wet and upset, not delusional.” Jesse takes a deep breath, then adamantly states his case: “There’s voices in the lighthouse basement. There’s someone in the lighthouse who’s writing about us. And there’s some red eyed monster in the swamp.” “Just listen to yourself,” Tommy says, aggravated. "Total nut job." “He got a big conk on his head is all.” Eros says to Tommy. He scans the room and sees everyone is skeptical. “You know where you are, don’t you, Chewy?” “Of course I do,” Jesse says impatiently. Then seeing Eros clearly wants him to answer. Rolling his eyes, he says, “Okay. I’m in Mac’s living room. But there really were voices—” Tommy and Eros are nodding indulgently. He sees they’re just humoring him. “Someone was writing…In the swamp, there was—” He takes in the concerned looks of the monks, and sees Jaxton’s behind them smirking. He leans back into the lounge chair and exhales. “Okay. Forget it. I guess I am totally…” He twirls his finger around his temple. “He should stay here tonight.” Mac puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Jesse, why don’t you go upstairs, take a hot shower and wash off all that mud?” Jesse nods. He gets off the lounge chair, scowls at Tommy and Eros, then trots up the stairs. “C’mon, Eros.” Tommy elbows him. “We’ll check on him in the morning.” Eros sees the small bald monk is beaming at him adoringly. He snarls not liking that one bit. He jabs his finger at him savagely. “You just make sure he stays okay. You hear me?” Virgil cringes from Eros’ hot breath. The Abbot cuts in front of Virgil, “Oh, most definitely.” He places his hand on Eros’ chest. “We will be with him throughout the night. I assure you this.” Eros pushes off his knees and rises. He confronts Mac, poking his finger in his face. “You got Gleason airlifted. You’ll do the same for the kid if it comes to that. Got it?” “Got it,” Mac replies. His eyes shine from Eros’ insolence, but he keeps his cool. Eros and Tommy get ready to leave, but Eros turns back giving the group a last menacing look, before slamming the door. “Most unpleasant fellow,” says the Abbot. “Not for much longer,” Mac says under his breath. “Another statue of Michelangelo, eh, Brother Virgil? But the teeth, they will need repair.” Mac climbs the stairs and finds Jesse relaxing under the streaming shower. The last of the mud swirls down the drain as Mac slips off his khakis and top and joins him. He gently washes Jesse’s shoulders and back, soaping up his chest, under his arms, between his legs. Jesse unwinds in Mac’s arms. He turns the boy around and kisses his lips lightly. “I’ve so enjoyed out time together.” “Me too.” Jesse wraps his arms around the man and clutches him tightly, tasting the saltiness of his skin. Mac soaps the boy’s groin and gets a rise out of him. Jesse smiles as he’s being stroked. Mac rinses him off and turns off the shower. He grabs a warm towel and dries him. “Like our first time, isn’t it?” Mac says. He leads Jesse into his bedroom straight to the sling. Jesse eagerly climbs in letting Mac slip his legs into the straps and positioning his butt at Mac’s crotch. He places his hands above his head grasping the chains ready for Mac to slide his cockhead into him. Slipping quietly through the door, Jaxton grabs Jesse’s right hand and puts it in a restraint, while Mac quickly cuffs Jesse’s legs. “Motherfucker!” the boy shouts at the top of his lungs, thrashing wildly. Jaxton tapes his mouth with duct tape and Mac secures Jesse’s other hand. No matter how hard he bounces he’s held in place by his cuffs. Abbot Santana and Brother Virgil enter naked, Santana rubbing his hands together excitedly as Virgil sets down his satchel next to the sling. They both leer at the helpless boy, whose eyes widen in fright taking in the hairy Abbot surplus of nipples. The aged monk seems to grow taller as he bares a wolfish smile, his teeth unusually large and his ears, under dark ringlets of curls, appear pointed. His shoulders and flanks are black with thick fur as are his arms and legs. The Abbot walks between his parted legs, running his hands on the inside of Jesse’s thighs. He has grown larger than Mac and Jaxton, who close rank on either side of the hairy Abbot. They stroke the Abbot’s many nipples causing his wrinkly dick to swell to attention. As the veiny dick rises it pokes Jesse in the balls; the boy, revolted by the canine monstrosity bearing down on him, redoubles his effort to try to escape. He hollers and yells behind his tape, shaking his head, kicking his arms and legs in every direction. The sling clangs away in his frantic struggle to get away from the beast. “Can you not calm him down?” the Abbot says to Jaxton. Jaxton produces his zippered drug case and removes a hypodermic. “Hold his head to the side.” Mac presses down on Jesse’s ear so that his neck is exposed. The veins pop out prominently as Jesse strains against Mac’s hand. Jaxton finds a suitable candidate and injects the fluid. Mac releases him as Jesse coughs behind the tape, begins breathing rapidly and starts trembling violently as the drug directly hits his brain. The men around the sling watch the alteration of the young boy, from rebellious captive to writhing slut. “Virgil, we start with il cazzo. See what he can take, but mind the ruby.” Virgil, eyes lit up with excitement, pulls out a set of sounds from his satchel. Staring with one of the smaller one, he coats the silver rod with lubricant and places a drop on Jesse’s piss slit. The old attendant expertly inserts it. Jesse pumps his hips up into the sound, wanting it to penetrate him faster. “Slow, slow, child,” says the Abbot amused. “You have much time to enjoy your impaling.” Virgil holds his cock, squeezing and releasing it as the weight of the sound drills deeper into Jesse’s urethra. The tip disappears and reappears as Virgil pumps his dick. A happy look of enchantment blooms across his face as he nods to the Abbot. Virgil extracts the sound and replaces it was a much larger one that has multiple ridges. He coats the new sound and lets its weight fall much more quickly down into Jesse’s erection. Almost vanished, the Abbot grabs the tip and pulls it out and then pushes it quickly back in. He masturbates the boy from the inside out. Jesse eyes roll up in his head at the overwhelming agony and ecstasy of the sensation. Virgil coats a huge sound, one thick as his finger, and gives it to the Abbot. The Abbot removes the medium rod and attempts to insert the new gigantic one into the narrow piss slit. Just the tip is difficult for Jesse to accept, but the Abbot teases the boy’s small opening until Jesse, his eyes filled with dark cravings, pushes his pelvis to force in the sound. He can’t help himself. The pain is great but his corrupt desires are stronger. In pure anguish, notes the Abbot, he still keeps pushing up on the impaling rod. For several minutes the men watch the dance the Abbot and Jesse perform—almost out and then all the way in. It makes the boy crazed and amuses the ancient monk. He loves the exquisite torture he’s giving the boy. Mac brings over a brown bottle, uncaps it and places it under Jesse nose. Whether he’s aware or not, Jesse hits the bottle hard, and then relaxes into the sling and lets the Abbot glide the enormous sound in and out, as he shudders in the Abbot’s hand. “Magnifico,” the Abbot says, as he molests the boy. “Decidedly a masochist. We can only pray he also displays a sadistic side.” The Abbot extracts the sound and slaps Jesse’s balls. The boy spreads his legs inviting more abuse from Santana. “Stupendo,” breaths the Abbot, and continues the slapping, harder and harder, until the hand turns from palm to fist. Jesse rams his crotch into the man’s clenched hand, tears streaming from his eyes in his desire for more pain. “Molto bene. Now we fuck,” he says, leaving the sling and moving to the bed. Mac and Jaxton release Jesse’s cuffs, help him out of the sling and lead him to the Abbot. The old man sees the boy’s eyes are dark and corrupt. He plays with his many nipples to increase the young boy’s debauchery. Jesse’s dick rises at how perversity of what he’s offered. He climbs on the old man who rips the tape off his mouth to allow him to bend down and suckle the many plump choices. The Abbot writhes in delight as the boy nurses him. “Ah, ciccio. Fantastico. Sit, sit,” he says, wiggling his erection. Jesse climbs over his hips, while Brother Virgil slicks his butt with lube. Jesse lowers himself on the hairy mutant’s penis and squirms down on it. His hands on the headboard, he winces in perverted pleasure as he accepts the cock sliding inside his body. Mac strokes Jesse’s cheek and offers him another hit of poppers. Jesse grabs Mac’s hand and pulls it to his nose and hits it hard. He moans, doubling down on the Abbot’s furry crotch. Virgil lubes his own bloated cock and crawls behind the boy. He introduces his member to Jesse hole, and Jesse bends over presenting his sloppy cunt to the Brother. Virgil happily grinds himself in, rubbing his cock against the Abbot’s. Jesse feels his sphincter incredibly stretched as he maniacally pounds his hips against the two old perverts. He gives in to the foul scene and pinching the nipples of the abnormality below him. Santana pants, his tongue lolling to the side, a long red tongue. His pace of fucking his cock into the boy grows faster as the boy pinches his nipples harder. He snarls, grabs Jesse’s head and gnaws at his neck, growls viciously and explodes his load into the boy. The slick wet hole triggers Virgil, knowing the Abbot sperm engulfs his cock. Jesse growls himself and bites the Abbot’s neck in return. He rubs his hand up and down the Abbot’s chest and abdomen, pinching them pitilessly till the Abbot howls in pain. The pure depravity of the act makes Jesse cum all over the Abbot many teets. He rubs his sperm into the old man’s pelt. Looking down into the Abbot’s face, he sees blood red eyes glowering back at him. The Abbot bares his fangs, growls hungrily at the boy, quite ready to devour his soul.

3. The Hung Priest He's free! Jesse takes the stairs two at a time. Having cleaned the living room, office, and kitchen, and having just changed all the upstairs bedrooms' linens and washed all the windows (and there’s a ton of windows in this glass house), Jesse's free for the rest of the afternoon. He sprints down the stairs to his room to grab a towel before hitting the beach and meeting up with Eros and T. Of course he can’t resist skidding to a stop in front of his full-length mirror. He runs his palm over the dark buzz cut that's quickly growing in, grinning back at himself. Rummaging through the top shelf's collection of caps he selects an olive green one that says ARMY, which matches his feeling of being on leave from boot camp. He’s been through his own kind of intense training this past week: snake bite kit has enlarged his nipples; he now sports one of Dante’s cast off Prince Alberts swinging through his dick; and his hole can take Tommy’s, Mac’s and even Eros’ big fist. But back to the mirror. From one of the two star tattoos Eros added on either side of his treasure trail, he flakes off the last remaining scab. He sprints to the side gate but decides to dial it back a notch and slows his pace to seem more chill before he meets up with his BFFs. The golf cart Tommy uses to transport plants from the dock now carries passengers. You can tell by how heavy the cart's load is by the immense clattering of the loose walkway boards as it approaches the house. It pulls up to the front as Jesse closes the gate behind him. He pauses behind a trellis of ivy next to the koi coy pond observing Mac. (Noted: no longer Mr. McPherson, being under Eros' and Tommy's tutelage. Mac doesn't mind as long as he still gets to fuck the kid any time he wants.) His boss gets out of the cart ushering an extremely heavy man and a very tall kid that’s bent over because of the golf cart’s low roof. The big man's vaguely familiar. A movie star. A former screen idol his mom said she'd swooned over twenty years ago but has now gone to seed. A hundred extra pounds of seed, roughly. He's forgotten his name, but he now appears mostly in hard-core revenge dramas, most of them of the poor oppressed white man variety. The kid looks up before he jumps out of the cart. Jesse figures he’s about his age, a little too hipsterish to be his type. Long blond dreadlock hang in his face. He's trying to conceal his height with bad posture. All his focus is on his Switch screen, ignoring everything and everyone around him. He's got earbuds in so he doesn't hear the actor yelling at him. Mac's trying to help the actor with his luggage, but the man shoos him off. The kid’s mad because the fat man distracted him and messed up his game. He shakes the screen then looks around puzzled, wondering where he is. One more passenger gets out of the cart. A white haired older man dressed in a brown Franciscan robe cinched simply with a plain white rope around his waist. Though everyone in the group sweats profusely, the monk is the only one that seems delighted to be in such a lovely setting. He looks around taking in driftwood glass house, the bright green forest mirrored darkly in all the house’s tinted windows, the magnificently attended to garden, smiles at his present company and then at the gorgeous little army boy in white underwear who demurely hides behind an ivy trellis next to a trickling fountain. The monk is, quite literally, in paradise. Through the ivy leaves Jesse observes the priest's white hair is in bangs that emphasize his prominent forehead. Sunken cheeks and steel grey eyes give him a skeletal look. Adding to this appearance is his toothy rictus grin. Jesse guesses him to be in his sixties, possibly seventies. You'd assume he’d be feeble, but you'd be wrong. He maneuvers artfully around the golf cart—not an easy feat on the narrow walkway—and flits past the others on the crowded path with the balance of a tightrope walker. He's the first to reach the front doors, his satchel clutched in his arms, patiently waiting for the others. “Jesse!” Mac yells to him as he tries to slink his way to the beach unnoticed. The entire party looks over at him. Even the dreadlocks kid looks up from his game taking out an earbud. “Pull the cart around to the side of the house, please,” Mac asks, more order than request. The keys fly through the air and Jesse catches them one-handed. The actor pulls a backpack over one shoulder and, huffing, carries two suitcases to the house's entrance. The kid wipes his brow, pushing his hair out of his face and goes back to his screen. As Jesse climbs in the cart, he heard the kid ask the actor, almost indignantly, “Why is that guy wearing underwear?" “How the fuck should I know, Jaxton,” returns the fat man, dropping his load at the front doors. “We’re casual here, Jaxton,” Mac explains, looking back at Jesse. “He feels very comfortable in his briefs. Everyone here is free to do exactly what he likes. That goes for you, too, young man.” Mac tweaks his nipple, to which the kid elbows Mac’s arm away with a scowl. “And for you, too, Father Lucius,” Mac says brightly. At the door, the Franciscan monk stares at Jesse with his frozen grin. "Don't worry. I'm as delightfully unencumbered as I could possibly be," he replies, lifting his robe to the assembled group. The kid is taken aback by what he sees, but the others remain indifferent. Father Lucius drops his robe and watches Jesse reverse the cart around the side of the house. Jesse senses the monk’s eyes never leaving him. Mac drapes his arm around the old man's shoulders and steers him through the front doors. The empty beach stretches for miles in each direction with ribbons of brown kelp washed up at high tide. The waves are turbulent from an approaching storm. It's still many miles out to sea where the sky darkens like an ominous bruise, but he sand's warm, crunching pleasantly under Jesse’s toes as he ambles toward the waves. Eros, in sunglasses, and T, slathering lotion over his sunburnt nose, have their beach chairs set up at the water line. They sit naked, dicks hanging limp for once, each with a beer in their chair’s cup holders. Jesse slips off his briefs and hangs it, his army cap and beach towel on the back of T’s chair, and runs to the breaking waves. He make a backwards flip at the last second before a large wave has a chance to bowl him over. He body surfs for a while, barking seal sounds, doing cartwheels in the shallows—basically trying to show off for Eros and T who are infuriatingly ignoring him. The men are in a serious discussion when Jesse emerges dripping wet. He grabs his towel, bangs his head a couple of times to clear water from his ear, and starts drying himself. "Well, can I?" Jesse begins. "No!" Tommy and Eros say simultaneously. "Why not?" He hits a higher register in annoyance. Tommy says, "Definitely not," over Eros saying, "Just drop it already." "It's not fair!" He stomps his foot between their chairs, then yanks on his army cap, lips pursed. The men sips their beers. Eros gives him the once over. “Can’t really call you Cue-ball anymore, can I?” Eros, expressionless behind his Ray-Bans, hands folded over his abs, gives Jesse's ankle a sandy brush with his big toe. Jesse in spite of his petulance, smirks, rubbing his towel over his dark buzz cut. Shading his eyes from the sun, Tommy looks up at Jesse. “How ‘bout we call you Raisinets,” he teases, grabbing at Jesse’s shriveled nut sack. “How ‘bout, fuck you T-bag,” Jesse counters. He takes a step back, eyes sparkling with mischief, and snaps his towel with a crack against Tommy’s exposed butt. Tommy yips, and yells, “You little fuck!” He jumps out of his chair and chases Jesse down the beach. Eros snorts beer while he watches the two zigzag down the shore, leaping over large clumps of seaweed. Jesse evades T for quite a while before T dives and tackles him. They roll around in the sand, T smacking the kid’s head and making Jesse eat sand. T flips him on his back, sets his haunches on Jesse hips, pins the kid’s skinny arms at his side. They're roughly the same size, though Eros works Tommy out mercilessly building up distinctive biceps and pecs. As Jesse struggles to get up, T’s also given the advantage that he’s actually miffed. He threatens Jesse with a drool of spit, but Jesse turns his head away before it hits him. “Okay! I give, I give, I give!” Jesse pleads. T sneers victorious over him. Jesse jiggles his hips in the warm sand that coddles his backside. With Tommy’s ass sitting on his dick, he starts getting aroused. It wouldn’t be the first time this week Jesse, at Eros' urging, fucks Tommy. It just'd be the first time out in the open where anyone could see. T feels the growing boner, gives Jesse a last smack to the head, rises off him with his own cock semi-rigid. Walking back to the beach chairs, he shouts, “Fucker’s a little [banned word].” He plops back in his chair, snatches his beer, feigning indignation. “Where’d he get that from, I wonder?” Eros says, grinning his gap-tooth smile. Jesse returns brushing off sand then plops down on his butt between the chairs. He twists his cap backwards. "I got payed so I can pay you for it," he says. "No!" Eros says, emphatically. "Subject closed." He looks angrily out at the gathering storm. "Blowing clouds, okay. Slamming, not okay. Got it?" “Okay, okay. Sheesh. What a grouch," Jesse says. Eros regards him with a cocked eyebrow. Jesse points at his beer. Eros hands it to him, but when Jesse starts guzzling it he snatches it back. Jesse uses his toes to play with Eros' ankle but Eros is done playing. Jesse perks up. "You made me forget—d’you see those guys come in from the dock?” “Mac's friends made it before the storm, huh?” Eros observes. The sun's gets swallowed by clouds as he prepares to leave. He shaking his auburn mane and puts it in a ponytail. “Mac said we’d have visitors this weekend—one of his old actor pals.” "Please, not Eddie Gleason!" Tommy tragically wails. Eros interrogates Jesse. "Big, fat guy? In all those sand and sandal religious movies?" Jesse affirms this and Tommy buries his face in his hands. “Eddie Gleason's got a major hard-on for our boy T.” "Minor pud more like it. Awww,” Tommy moans, “he's gonna want to fuck me again and he takes for-ev-er to cum. ‘Sit and spin, sit and spin,’ he says. He thinks he’s hysterical. Scooby and Shaggy is what he calls Eros and me." This breaks Jesse up. "Yeah, he thinks it's rich, too." “Well, he’s got a tall kid with him,” Jesse offers. “Maybe you’re off the hook.” Eros shakes his head “Nope. That’s this guy’s M.O. Always brings a fresh kid, calls them his assistants. New kid each time he brings for me and Mac to D.P., so he can watch and get off while the kid's—.” “What’s D.P.?” Jesse interjects. “Double penetrate,” Tommy says. “Like what me and Eros plan on doing to you tonight.” “Unless me and Eros do it to you first,” Jesse sasses childishly. “Oh, there was a priest, too, in a monk’s robe. And you also made me forget to tell you I saw steaks in the fridge!” “You think those are for us, dick weed?” Tommy asks, rhetorically. “Although a dirty Catholic boy might get a nasty priest’s meat up his butt.” Jesse leaps up and grabs Tommy’s head, yanks on his hair knocking him to the ground. Sand flies everywhere. The two roll around snarling and hissing, initially in fun but quickly getting fierce. Eros jumps up, pulling Jesse off, legs and arms flailing to get at Tommy. Eros easily has him under his wing and shakes him once to stop. “Knock it off! Both of you!” He gives Tommy a warning glare, then drops Jesse unceremoniously on his ass. “For fuck sake. Pair of alley cats. Swear to Christ.” The afternoon's quickly turning dark. There is a faraway crack and a low rumble of thunder. Eros picks up his beach chair and walks toward the compound. Tommy and Jesse eye each other. Their fighting is mostly show but without Eros as an audience it ends up kind of pointless. Tommy tosses Jesse his underwear and towel before he folds his chair and trots after Eros. Jesse scoops up his fallen cap and scrambles after both of them. He catches them at the walkway. The three of them hop up and, using each other’s shoulders for balance, brush sand off their feet. The Franciscan monk, Father Lucius, is at the front door admiring the three of them. He's smoking a joint. “Hey,” he calls out with a friendly wave. He offers to share his joint. Tommy and Eros wave back, declining, but Jesse quickly hustles over and relieves him of the joint. He takes a hit, then a second long draw, and hands it back to the monk. He flops his underwear jauntily over his shoulder and holds out his hand introducing himself. “I’m Jesse,” he says. "Mr. McPherson’s houseboy." He can tell right off the monk can’t resist him. He wants to make sure Eros and Tommy know it, too, so he keeps looking over at them beaming. “Nice to smoke a bit of ganja with you, Father." T and Eros crack up laughing at how cool Jesse is trying to be. Jesse sneers at them. "Just ignore them. Those two are lowlife junkies who won't let me party with them.” "Oh, poor little Rasta man," Tommy wails. “I’m Father Lucius. Enchanted meeting you, Jesse,” the priest says, taking a hit and handing him back the joint. “Will you join us for the bar-b-que?” “He’s eating with us,” Eros calls over to them. Jesse looks at him surprised. “I am?” “Yes. You are,” Tommy says, suddenly in protective big brother mode. “What are we having?” Jesse, the brat, wants to know. He takes another hit off the priest’s joint. “Pasta and meatballs, your highness,” Eros snidely replies. “I’d rather have steak,” Jesse proclaims, handing the joint to the Father. “Suit yourself, Rasta man,” Eros says. He and Tommy head to their cabin, leaving Jesse and Father Lucius passing the joint between them. There is a flash of lightning from the other side of the dunes followed by a soft rumble. “I like your Prince Albert. May I?” the priest asks leaning forward. “Sure." With fists on hips, he pushes his dick forward provocatively. “It’s new, I’m mean it’s new on me. It’s an old one of Dante’s. You know I still haven't met him. Do you know him.” Lucius pulls the horseshoe P.A. back and forth through Jesse piss slit. Though still a little tender, the pot gives him a warm buzz of excitement rather than discomfort as the priest tugs on his jewelry. "I only know him by reputation. You should be cautious. Make sure others are around." The priest releases the P.A. “That’s a nice one. Eight gauge, is it?” He takes a hit and holds it before passing the joint to Jesse. “Nope. It’s a six gauge,” Jesse boasts. “This is some fuckin’ awesome weed, Father Lucius,” he says, holding up the joint. "'Scuse my language, but it really is!" “Isn’t it just? It’s laced,” the priest informs him. “I hope you’re not a purest about such things, Jesse. I'm a bit of an amateur botanist. Tinker in chemistry, too. Always experimenting. Exploring nature’s limits, such as they are.” "I'm curious to explore limits, too," Jesse says, passing the joint. The priest takes a deep hit and breaks into a coughing fit, putting his hand on Jesse’s shoulder for balance. It’s dawning on Jesse that although the priest's old and thin as a rail, there’s something attractive about him. How he’s leers shamelessly at Jesse's body might have something to do with it. And maybe it's just the weed, but his attention makes Jesse feel special, spotlighted—the way he's smiling at him as he gets control of his racking cough; the way he’s rubbing his soft hand over Jesse’s bare shoulder. The monk looks back down at Jesse's penis. He clears his throat. “Your six felt loose like you could be ready for something bigger. Have you been wearing that particular Prince Albert long?” He offers Jesse the last hit before the joint is spent. Jesse pinches the joint. “Worn it a week. Cause it’s heavier than my last one, maybe it pulls at the hole more,” Jesse speculates. He tokes then offers the last of the joint, but the priest waves it away. Jesse tosses the tiny ember into the ivy bed. "I have a double zero, myself,” Father Lucius says, lifting his robe showing he's completely naked underneath. On the internet Jesse's seen penises like his before, but never in real life. He's stunned and amazed by this monstrously deformed penis, pumped he'd guess for years to the width of a beer can, and, even flaccid as it is now, it looks like it would take at least two fists to handle it. He can't picture what it would look like hard, or if it could get hard. But the kicker is that beyond the rolls of sagging foreskin, at the tip of all that engorged flesh is a thick P.A. the width of his pinky. Jesse is fascinated by both the size of the priest’s cock and his P.A. “Can I touch it?” “That's what it’s meant for,” chuckles the priest. Jesse runs his palms down the soft skin of the priest's hairless pubic bone. He scoops up the man’s expansive flesh, pulls back the plentiful foreskin and rubs his thumb from the top of the priest’s glans down to the P.A. With his other hand he weighs the hefty P.A., getting a staggering two-handed feel for the Father’s gargantuan cock. The front porch lights flick on electrifying the scene. Jesse's skin tingles holding this behemoth. Recessed spotlights illuminate from the ivy bed casting light up from the ground. Their bodily outlines shadow the house with twisted shapes. The porch lights amplify the darkness of the surrounding forest and inky dunes. Wind whips through the oak tree and rattles the shrubs. A flash of lightning illuminates their faces, followed by a loud crack. “You know,” Father Lucius says, dropping his robe and earnestly enjoying the boy's enchanted face, "I have with me an antique four gauge captive bead that might be perfect for your penis. May I show you?" The monk considers the sky. "We should get inside. It looks to be a devil of a storm.” Jesse follows the priest without a word into the house and up to his room. They pass Mac on the staircase. Lightning flashes through the many windows of the foyer. "I'm so sorry, Father Lucius. It looks like we'll have to postpone our bar-b-que. I'll set up cold cuts in the kitchen for you and the other guests." He smiles eyeing Jesse. "Jesse, are you feeling okay? You look pale." He brushes Jesse's cheek. "I'm fine, sir," he responds, unusually sedate for Jesse. "Father Lucius told me about a captive bead that might be right for me." "Well, whenever you’re ready, please to come down." "So gracious of you, sir," the priest says, clutching this host's hand in both of his. "I promised the boy a gift. We were just on our way for me to confer it, if he so inclined. We might join you later, but please don't let us hold you up." "Nor I hold up you," Mac says with his broadest smile. His hand passes down Jesse back and rests on the boy’s butt. After a light tap, he says, "I expect you to give special attention to our esteemed Father. Make sure his every need is met.” "Yes, sir. I will, sir." Two men exchange a look and then a courteous bow before the monk takes the boy's hand and leads him to his room. His cleaning of the bedrooms earlier included putting silk sheets on all the beds but he sees Father Lucius has exchanged the cast iron bed's linens for a black rubber sheet. The priest escorts Jesse to the room’s spacious sitting area situated before a wall of glass. A leather divan faces a carved antique chair, an inlaid table between. A box sits in the center. There’s a burst of lightning immediately followed by a rumble that rattles the house. The forest beyond the glasses flashes several times illuminating the forest. If he gave into paranoia Jesse’d swear there were faces in the trees. He looks up past the exposed beams to the roof's skylights and, in the hazy euphoria of the laced drug, witnesses the tempest pouring down. The room lights flicker an instant. There is a loud crash and the room goes completely dark. Gloom envelops everything. Jesse feels his skin alive with goosebumps. He's not frightened but he's very aware he's naked and has no idea where the priest is, until he hears somewhere in the blackness, "Not to worry. A priest, like a good boy scout, is always prepared." He hears Father Lucius riffling through his satchel. A large black candles is lit, then several more. The candles he produces as thick as his monstrous cock, thinks Jesse. It takes a while for light to bathe the room, but candle by candle it does. The warm glow counters the fury of the storm clawing at the glass wall and skylights. Lightning and thunder gradually diminish, but leave behind sheets of rain and a howling wind. Jesse takes a seat on the leather divan and the priest sidles next to him. His wool robe scratches Jesse's bare skin. The priest opens the box. It's a jewelry case, but rather than ordinary jewelry between the black velvet slots, there are various sized piercings: shiny barbells of different widths and lengths, horse shoes P.A.s, ribbed wands, penis plugs, nipple rings, and, in the center stands a thick Prince Albert four gauge captive bead. A sparkling red ruby is captured by the P.A.'s heavy ring. The jewel glistens as brilliantly in the candlelit room as the red in priest’s eyes. “It’s a star ruby, rarest of the rare," the monk whispers in Jesse's ear, as if he doesn't want to wake the gemstone. "Most star rubies are either three or six pointed. But look here," he says, plucking it from the case, rotating it before Jesse’s mesmerized eyes. "You can see this rarity has five points.” He displays it from many angles and sees the boy can’t look away. “It’s said to be blessed—or cursed—depends on your point of view, I suppose. Shall we see if it fits?” The priest fondled his penis, which Jesse, still feeling the intense buzz of the joint, enjoys. He relaxes his body, arms along the back of the divan, feeling Father Lucius twist off the end of his horseshoe P.A. The priest slips the ring out below Jesse's frenulum. “We should lubricate the piercing, don’t you think, so it’ll be in easier for you to accept the new ring?” Jesse tilts his head forward and catches Father Lucius leering at his dick then darting his eyes hungrily up at him. The candles’ shadows exaggerate the cadaverous hollows of the monk’s sockets. “Yeah, get it slick. The six gauge bump was really painful.” Jesse gives a quick shivers remembering how long it took for Mac to get Dante’s old P.A. through his piercing. "Pain need not always be an unintended consequence, my child," says the priest, “but I understand your reticence.” Father Lucius goes down on Jesse's cock. He moans in surprised pleasure. The priest pauses for a moment and shocks Jesse by removing dentures from his mouth. He sets them on the table and drools back down on his cock. The look is complete: a cadaverous skull is giving him head. The priests spits on Jesse’s member. He licks the top of his glans and then swirls his tongue underneath where the pierced hole resides. Jesse’s head falls back as the priest gums his member up and down. The soft, sensual teasing of the Father’s mouth, lips and smooth gums arouses him, aided by the priest fondling his nipples. Father Lucius lifts off his erection with a mocking, “Don’t get too carried away, my child.” He rubs his slick thumb back and forth over Jesse’s engorged cockhead. I’ll never get it in if you keep growing.” The priest toys with Jesse dick, pushing the four gage ring through his piss slit, finding the piercing within but gets snagged on the narrow opening. Jesse flinches. The priest tries several more times. Each time Jesse jumps. “Does this hurt too much,” he asks, repeated pushing the large ring against the small hole. Jesse nods, and puts his hand in the way of further abuse. “Oh, such a shame. This ancient piece of jewelry would look so lovely dangling from a young boy’s penis.” The priest continues to glide his thumb over the tip of Jesse cockhead. The effect wears down his resistance. "No, keep trying, Father," he rasps. "I don’t care. I think you almost got it to go through." He lifts his bare leg over the monk's scratchy robe, giving more access to his body. The priest is pleased with the boy's subordination and rubs his soft hand under Jesse's thigh, cupping his balls and running a finger along his taint. “Seems like you have a bit of a masochist in you, child. How provocative and persuasive you can be.” In the undercarriage of the jewelry case there is a drawer the priest opens. In it are housed several tools. Among these are a pair of pliers. It makes Jesse nervous that the pliers are so near his dick head, but the monk holds his penis so firmly, he trusts him to be careful. In addition Father Lucius pulls out a long silver piercing needle, the width of the new P.A. He jabs it through Jesse piss slit finding the piercing, stretching it with the needle's width, and begins pull the ring along after it. Jesse pants trying to battle the growing pain. He’s at the threshold of what he can tolerate and begins to wail like an animal and clutching his groin, folding in half, just as Father Lucius falls back on the divan. It’s in. “Look at that!” says the priest in amazement, rolling his head to the side. “Would you look at that? It adorns your boy penis magnificently.” Jesse is astonished, too. Never mind the tenderness, he wags the ring back and forth so it flops from side to side out of his piss slit. It’s hefty and he likes it. His cock’s tinging from his pierced hole, but it’s a sensual discomfort, something he could get used to, will have to get used to. His dick isn’t fully erect, but his cock feels more substantial than before. He's beginning to realize that it comes with each P.A.'s increased size. "All we need now is to set the gem." The monk rolls the ruby in his fingers, and wedges it between the two end points of the ring. The pliers is there to bend the thick ring into place. There a stab of pain accompanying a small click. "A solid sealed, Jesse. What do you think?" He looks down at his dick. Even semi-erect it looks so hot to him. He’s also feeling particularly drawn toward the monk at this moment, grateful, as captivated by Father Lucius as the ruby is in its ring. He reaches over and puts his hand behind the priest's thin head and draws his skull forward. He kisses him gently, astonished that he’s not repulsed by the man’s toothless gums. He puts his hand beneath the robe and fondles the monstrous cock and P.A. The priest pulls away. "Child, you must forgive me. I've given you such confusing signs.” Jesse immediately sits up, upset. “Shit, no, my bad, Father. Celibacy, I get it, your vow. All that. Please, can you forgive me?” “Oh, my boy, I blame myself,” the priest counters, putting his soft palm on Jesse crotch. His thumb wanders across Jesse’s trimmed pubic hair, his little finger runs over Jesse’s new ring. “I am the one not being truthful. I’m not in the least celibate, but I’m also not enticed by what you would call typical homosexual relations. It simply is not how I was created. I’m not ashamed, but what you would call normal relations between men, or in your case boys and very old men, doesn’t ... animate me. I’d hope you understand." Jesse is really confused. As the priest is saying this he's running his hand up and down Jesse cock trying to get him hard. His other hand is playing with his nipples. He smiles that skeletal grin at him. "I am so pleased you have allowed me to bestow my gift.” Jesse finds himself flummoxed but also aroused and curious. He flop his leg back again over the monk's lap. “Well,” he swallows, excited but a little fearful of what he might hear: “What exactly do you like?” The priest attends to his body, fingering his taint, then running a finger to his butthole. “I mean I do kinky things, too, Father Lucius. With Mac—uh, with Master. Also with Eros and Tommy. Like letting them fist me. Is that what you like to do…” Jesse pauses, in his own inexperienced way, attempting to entice the priest, “… what you like to do to boys.” Moving Jesse to one side, the priest rises with a noticeable lump at his groin. He ambles in front the darkened glass to look out into the night. Untying the white cincture from around his waist, he pulls the brown Franciscan robe off revealing a leather and chain harness rattling over his thin naked frame. He turns to face Jesse. His body is ancient; his breast turn upward at thimble-sized nipples; a long rope of drool slithers off this thick P.A. He runs his cincture back and forth through his palms, giving Jesse a dark look. “I was informed that, yes, you possess kinks of your own. I must confess when we shared our joint outside your adventurous nature kept crossing my mind, your proclivities intrigued me, and I hoped I might introduce you to a few of my own.” He moves to the back of the heavy antique chair and let his cincture graze the chair’s carved arms. “It’s not something I can simply tell you about. We’d have to participate together communally.” Jesse gulps. His cock remains semi-rigid, but in his gut he feels a wariness that causes him to back down. “Maybe some other time, Father," Jesse proposes, immediately seeing the disappointment cloud the monk’s face. Weighing the ruby P.A. between his fingers, he adds, "I really do like your gift. But you probably want it back now." The priest shakes his head, holding up a hand in acquiescence. “Of course it belongs to you. Perhaps some other time indeed. When I pass this way again," he says with a drip of irony. The monk reaches in his satchel and produces a small zippered leather case. He sighs, "Oh, well." He relaxes in the chair across from Jesse, with his pumped member starting to stir. Tooth by tooth he opens the case slowly revealing an orange-capped syringe, several vials of liquid and a blue rubber tourniquet. Taking off the orange cap, monk examines the tip. A small air bubble tracks back and forth within the vial. Jesse can see it’s fully loaded, ready to go. “Scary,” says Jesse. He contemplates putting on his briefs and making a polite exit, but his cock in a full state of erection betraying his most intimate desires. “I certainly wouldn't want to lead you into temptation, but deliver you from wholesomeness. I understand your desire for the mundane, the safety of the ordinary. But look! It appears that you don't want to really leave this room. The jewel states its desires, too.” He nods at Jesse’s erection. “And it isn’t scary,” Brother Lucius replies, licking the tip of the needle. “Quite a new road for someone who likes to explore their limits, I would think.” Jesse eyes the hypodermic then the priest. “I’ve never done it before.” “Booty bumps, blowing clouds, chem piss, but, no.” Father Lucius’ eyes gleam in the firelight. “I agree. You have never done this, child. Not my concoction.” The priest rises from the chair and, with a sweeping palm, offers Jesse the seat. Waves of rain washes against the black glass. He contemplates the dark reflection of himself and the naked back of the priest he sees in the window. It’s just the two of them, and he’s already gone so far. He would have done it anyway with Eros and Tommy, he reasons, if they’d have let him. He gets up and strides over and sits in the chair. He fidgets nervously. A cadaverous, toothless smile emerges out of Father Lucius’ bony face. “Let me examine your arm,” he says, as he binds Jesse bicep with the tourniquet. The priest kneels before him, pressing his thin torso between Jesse legs spreading them far apart. He strokes Jesse’s skin resting on the arm of the chair. He runs his nails up and down the boy's smooth skin tracing a long prominent vein. “This should prove simple enough.” He places the syringe at an angle to his arm and asks if the boy is ready. Jesse says he is. There was a sharp pain where the needle breaks his skin. He watches Father Lucius pull back the syringe slightly as blood swirls into the clear mixture. “Think nasty thoughts,” says the priest as he pushes the plunger down as he releases the tourniquet. He coughs! and a tidal wave sweeps Jesse away. There was the Before Jesse and now an After Jesse. No matter if this is his only time or he does this a thousand times, he will always be the After Jesse. His head’s thrown back. He feels incredible—what ancient gods must have felt. Monumental! Powerful! His desires are inhuman, uncontainable in this body. He is so much more than this body. Nothing is out of bounds as his mind frees the bonds of his banal existence. What's unleashed is wicked, sinful, unhealthy, has no name, can only be viewed in a sideways glance. He’s never felt so unhinged or amoral in his life. He coughs again. It's only been a second from the first, but this one makes him fall deeper and feels the rush increase, thinking that's impossible, but there it is. He barely holds on to the reality of this room as it is—but it flies away. What left is a feeling of teetering over the edge of never-ending darkness. He falls forward into it, stuttering fuck-fuck-fuck, as a way to ground himself, but it's useless. He's so overwhelmingly potent, unstoppable, a blind god raging in erotic torment. He leaps out of the chair with unheralded energy, but simultaneously his legs give out from under him. “I know, it’s normal, loss of motor control,” cautions the monk, who holds him up under his armpits. Jesse can’t help himself and he clutches the monk in his arms, ruts against his bare skin, against the leather and chains, runs his tongue down the monks fleshy breasts and suckles the engorged tits, feels the priest's demonic serpent growing, raising it's monstrous head. “I know, I know. It feels so damnably good, doesn’t it boy? Best you lie down as you ride the wave.” Whatever the priest says he’s wed to. He lies down on the black rubber sheets unable to focus on the priest in the infinite distance of the antique chair shooting up. Writhing in ecstasy on the bed, he’s consumed in flames, touching his magnificent body, his nipples, his cock and balls, his stretched butthole. His mind is being pulled through a pinhole, a camera obsura, where on the other side everything is upside-down, backward. Something is emerging through that pinprick in his arm that wasn't him before: a negative, a doppelganger, comes through from the other side. A beast is in the room, getting out of the chair. "Morax,, Zepar, Moloch," he listens to a long recitation of meaningless name. Demons he sees summoned in the shadow fight for the scraps of what's left of his soul; the soul itself is liquified by the drug coursing through his body. It leaches out like an overrun cesspool; lust seeping into every thought. Lust is in the darkness; lust is the smooth, black sheets he rubs his hands across; it’s in his nipples that he pinches wantonly, whore like; is in the priest he is pulling down to the bed on top of him. “Yes, yes, you’re feeling Him take you over, aren’t you child?” whispers the priest in his ear, taking the white cincture, guiding Jesse’s hands through the bed’s iron bars and tying them securely above his head. Father Lucius bends down and licks Jesse’s armpits, sucks on his nipples. ‘”Enjoy the rush, child. Let Him take you where He wants to go." The monks produces more rope and secures each of Jesse's legs to the frame above. "You need to confess your sins, don't you child?" Jesse parrots mindlessly whatever is said. "You have depraved thoughts, don't you child?" "I have depraved thoughts, Father." The monk takes out a knotted rope. "Confess your sins to me. You allow men to abuse you." "I allow men to abuse me, Father." Father Lucius cracks the cord against his legs. Jesse cries out. "Say 'thank you, Father.'" "Thank you, Father." "You let men violate you." "I let men violate me, Father." Another powerful whack impacts Jesse ass. Again he cries, "Thank you, Father." "Push out your ass lips, boy. Show me what sinful men have done to you." Jesse pushes out his asslips, spouting his tiny rosebud. Father Lucius hold the cord perpendicular and whips Jesse between his legs repeatedly. Jesse sobs in pain and the priest bends over him, fat cock erect and peers into Jesse eyes, the priest's pupils so dilated his eyes are pitch black. "Child, child, I can save you." He spreads Jesse checks and rims his burning hole. Jesse moans, allowing his rose to bloom in the priest's mouth. "You tempt me with your ruination. With your damnation.” Jesse moans and the priest spreads open his hole. “Let me enter you. My release will be your salvation." Jesse pushes out his ass as the priest kneels over him, allowing his deformed mass to slowly slither into his rectum and then further crawl deeper into his intestines. Jesse feels the blazing hot metal ring leading the monstrous serpent deep into his body. The monster is fucking him, burrowing into him, seconds that turn to minutes, inch by inch it possesses him, pounding him painfully, mercilessly, minutes that stretch to hours. He wants it to devour him for eternity. Time is warped, has no meaning, is wiped away by lust that derails his mind and body, untethered from this universe. He's on his side, his ear against one outstretch arm, the other arm way up inside a sloppy, wet cunt. A hand is also inside him. He’s sixty-nining on the rubber sheets, fisting the priest just as the priest is fisting him. He has no idea when this happened, but it’s happening now, and the priest is taking full advantage of shoving his fist in and out of Jesse's open gape. Jesse disengages his arm from the depth and responds in kind to punch fisting the priest. He's mindless, desperate to inflict on the priest what the priest is inflicting on him. There's brutal symmetry at play. They're tearing each other apart in the flickering firelight in the presence of witnesses watching from the dark. The savagery inside him is so intense it’s beyond what he can fathom. His mind just doesn’t engage, only his body is responding. The priest increases the pounding until he's ferociously punching Jesse guts, Jesse grunting in wedded agony and pleasure. Jesse can't keep up with the priest’s barbarity, and collapses lying catatonic, overloaded, more stimulus than his body can absorb, and yet it does. His leg is lifted in the air by the frenzied monk, who’s pounding even more violently on his knees at Jesse's side since Jesse collapsed. In the darkness Eros and Tommy emerge naked as two of the witnesses. They watch approvingly, with hideous smiles. But it can’t be them. Eros smiles with perfect teeth; and Tommy’s tattoos are wrong, misplaced, near perfect. They laugh as he’s drowns in a sea of ecstasy, their faces fading into the depths. The blackness is complete. Someone puts a blindfold over his eyes. A ball and gag go in his mouth. Each leg is tied again overhead. He hears voices. He feels a small dick fucking him for a long time, then pull out, a fresh trail of sperm flows over his tailbone. "How many loads is that?" "I've been at him since this afternoon. Yours was his fifth." "Boy, you fuck him while the monk fucks you." There's a howling from others in the room or perhaps the wind. Jesse has lost the thread. He no longer knows what's real. "Get the fuck on top of him, dammit." "I'm not hard," a voice mewls. "Just put your cock against his hole and let the monk fuck you." Jesse feel a soft cock at his hole and, as weight is added on top of him, he feels the soft cock start to stiffen inside him. The longer the grinding continues above, the harder the cock in him becomes. Soon the cock is hard enough and aroused enough to begin fucking him too. "He's not going to remember this?" wheezes the whiny voice above. The priest pants, "Best kind of drug fuck. He remembers nothing." The rhythmic fucking melts into monotony, his mind fades, and the drug and time lose their grip behind his blindfold. A door creaks closed, and Jesse hears the door’s barrel bolt slide shut. His gag and blindfold is removed. He thinks it’s just him and the old monk who hold the last illuminated candle. Shadowy figures move in the murky blackness but he hasn’t trusted reality for a while. He's spread eagle on the cast iron bed, ropes immobilizing him. The monk holds the candle above. He dips it slightly to the side. Hot wax hits one nipple then the other, Jesse crying out. More wax hits his navel and he shakes his head, begging to be let go. He promises not to tell. The monk tilts the candle above his balls, and burning wax scorches them. "You're awake, now, aren't you, Jesse?" "Please, let me go," he begs. "If you're awake, then it must be time for a pick-me-up," says the priest setting the candle on the inlaid table. He brings back the zippered case, then neatly lays out his pliers, weighted alligator clamps, urethral sounds, and the several sizes and shapes of forceps. "No!" Jesse pleads. The priest presses a finger to Jesse's lips. "Best you not remember how this evening ends." He unzips the case, fills the syringe. "Now don’t put up a struggle or it could damage you." He feels the priest’s nail glide down the thick vein of his arm. "I don't want you damaged. I want you perfect." He empties the syringe as Jesse vision disconnects. The last thing he sees is plyers on his nipple. The last thing he feels is its cold teeth clamp down on him sharply, shooting pain that electrifies and short-circuits his brain. The room is barely discernable in the gloom. Through the wall of glass Jesse sees outlines of trees backlit with growing clarity. For minutes—maybe he's mistaken and it's hours—he lies there, not moving, watching the forest mist glow through pine needles and black oak leaves. The first sign of life: chittering wrens bounce with song on colorless branches. Life happens even if he can’t move, or doesn’t wish to move. It's a fine morning to wake into, around five a.m. by the light, he thinks. His nipple really hurt. He feels it and finds a small barbell pierced through it. His butthole stings. He touches it, twitches in pain, and vows to leave it alone. His dick wears the ruby bead P.A. he fuzzily remembers getting. At first the night’s a jumble, but laying there on sweat-covered sheets, the night gradually comes back in sinister flashes. “Fuck,” he says, sliding his legs off the side of the bed. There's loose ropes at the foot of the bed and by the headboard. The more awake he is the more like shit he feels. Still, he can't put pieces of the night together. It might be he doesn't want to. The forest slowly brightens through the wall of glass revealing a foggy summer morning—as foggy as his head, he thinks to himself. He's got an urgent need to pee. He gets up, slides open the door’s barrel lock, and crosses to the guest bathroom, lifts the lid, and releases a flood of piss. It’s dark brown, his piss, and burns like a motherfucker. Done, he shakes his dick. It's sore from the new ruby P.A., which he can't help but being a little impressed by. In a flash he now remembers the events that led to it. He returns to the bedroom to retrieve his underwear and then get the hell out of there. Framed by the wall of glass, bare legs bound with silver duct tape twist round before the early morning forest. He shuts his eyes thinking it's the residue of a dream, or maybe some hallucination still acting on his addled brain. But no, he follows the thin, veiny legs up to the emaciated torso, bony arms duct taped behind the naked figure's back. In the brutality of daylight the black leather harness and chains seems absurdly inappropriate on an old man's torso. Sunbeams hit the body slowly rotating under invisible fingers of an air vent. The heavy antique chair rests on its side. Jesse's eyes trace the rope looped several times over an exposed beam watching Father Lucius' lifeless body hang from his braided cincture expertly tied into a long, white noose. A gathering of black caped chickadees erupt in a chorus of song welcoming the light of another spectacular day.

There are a lot of married men who live near me that I know aren’t getting the type of sex that they want and so I gladly offer my holes to them to take out their anger and most definitely to empty their seed inside me

"Get up here boy and sit in Daddy's lap. It's time for all 3 of us to get real piggy." The cocksucker, hearing daddy's command took one last loud slurp on the meaty tool he had been feeding on then rose up and eagerly straddled daddy's thighs wiggling his hairy ass against the spit soaked cock rubbing up against him. "You two pigs looked damn hot when you were making out earlier. Got your leather daddy horned up nice and hard. Now I want to see you two fuckers shotgun some tina then really make out." The pig boi and I looked at each other eagerly, and I could see the barely restrained hunger in his dark soulless dilated eyes. He was a damn good kisser and I was going to enjoy this just for that part of it alone. But even more, I would enjoy it knowing that the shotguns would get him even more spun and closer to crossing that line he wasn't even aware Daddy had already drawn for him. Daddy placed the well-loaded pipe stem up to the full wet lips of this young horny sub pig and lit the flame under the bowl. "Take a HUGE hit pig. I want this shotgun to last so you two fucking bois can swap spit a long time and make Daddy's dick hard and needing to cum." The boi moaned hungrily and began to inhale deep and steady. I was impressed! His hit was even longer than most of Daddy's. As I watched him inhale, I saw the change reflected in his darkening eyes, the powerful potent Tina taking control of him....just as Daddy had planned. The next step would begin soon...as a matter of fact right after we shotgunned. My eyes flickered briefly to the TV screen playing - of course - gay bareback porn. The scene showing now was 2 hot daddies with a young jock in a sling, one feeding him the pipe while the other was blowing clouds up his hole. We didn't have a sling, but.... The sub boi finally ended his hit and with a whispered seductive command from our Daddy he leaned forward to meet my parted lips, and exhaled the biggest damn shotgun I had ever had! Holy Shit!! I started feeling my whole body tingle within seconds! If I wasn't careful I'd be as out of it as our star attraction. I sucked the smoke in slowly tasting his lips and tongue, then returned it to him as we moaned into each other. My fingers moved to his nips and began pulling on them, intensifying the shotgun and tongue action as we traded the smoke back and forth 6 or 7 times. The smoke was gone but with daddy egging us on we leaned into each other and started making out noisily. What a fucking tongue and mouth this boi had on him! I couldn't wait to have him using it on my poz cock! As we continued making out, now rubbing each others skin, I felt Daddy's hand slide down my naked sweaty back then felt the familiar pleasure of his thick finger sliding into my wet hole. I grunted with lust and need, and at the same time realized he must have done the same thing to the pig as he grunted loud and hard and pulled back from my lips. "That hurts, Sir", he said, looking at Daddy. "That's what Daddy wants, right now pig. And you want to please your Daddy, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy, but...." "No buts, pig! It's only hurting because your hole is so tight and dry. My other boy is obviously enjoying it, but his hole is nice and wet and recently stretched." Daddy looked at me and I took the cue. "Daddy, maybe I can help get the pig's hole wet so he'll enjoy it when you slide your finger in him again. I've been wanting to taste that hairy hole of his ever since he got naked! May I, Sir, please?" Daddy had told me to be sure to play up the submissive attitude at the beginning. Daddy looked at the sub pig who was already nodding his head, silently asking daddy to approve. "You liked his tongue in your mouth, didn't you boi? I bet you'd fucking love to feel him using it on your ass wouldn't you?" "Oh yes, daddy, I would! Please! I want him to eat my ass and make me wet...so I can please you!" Daddy leaned back in his chair, pushed us both off his lap and spread his legs, his thick, 8.5 inch cut beautiful toxic cock throbbing in the air. "On your knees, pig! You and me will smoke the pipe and you'll suck Daddy's cock, while your pig brother gets behind you and fucks your hole with his tongue. Would you like that?" Daddy hadn't even finished the question before the pig was on his knees, licking at the oozings coming out of the piss slit of the cock in front of him and arching his back and pushing his ass out for me. "Yes, Daddy! I would...I would like it very much!" Daddy put the pipe to the boi's lips again and commanded him to suck the glass cock, then suck his Daddy's cock. He looked over the boi's back at me with an almost demonic leer of dark pleasure on his face and nodding his head toward the full baggie of T shards on the table next to me said to me, "And, you. boy! Do what you're back there to do! And make sure your pig brother feels it!" I smiled as I lowered my face to this young unsuspecting chemmed up jock's ass, knowing my tongue wasn't going to be the only thing sliding up his hole in the next few minutes. To Be Continued.....

Part 2: As I walked across campus, heading towards the locker room, I couldn’t avoid stares from several people. Some saw the dried spit and clumped hair around my face. Some, who got too close to me, caught the undeniable scents of piss and cum emanating from my body. When those people stared, I just put my head down and felt tears drip down my face. Those were not the worst. The worst were the pointers and laughers, the ones who called me faggot or asked where my owner was. How far had this already gone? Did everyone know? A couple of the biggest guys grabbed their crotches and gestured towards me. I could only mutter a weak, “Go to Hell,” and they only laughed. I could feel with every step, cum leaking from my ass. One guy walked up beside me and moaned, "Damn, baby, you look so hot with that spunk sliding down your legs. I wish I was that big a WHORE," yelling the last word and laughing with several other guys. My only hope to avoid a scene was to get to the locker room before anyone else and change into my uniform. No luck. I opened the locker room door and several of the players were already there. The catcher and an outfielder looked up from their phones, laughing and said, “Hey, BOY, nice video.” I looked at them, tears still wet on my face. I heard the word queer muttered, and walked to my locker. I grabbed my uniform, with a hope to put at least the pants on. “You won’t be needing those Collins.” The coach’s voice bellowed from across the locker room. I turned and watched him walking to the front of the benches. “Alright you guys, shut up and sit your asses down.” We all found seats and the room got very quiet. Coach glared at me before turning his glance away. “Alright. I know you’re all trying to figure out why there is a meeting this morning. We have to make some changes to the team,” again his eyes focused on me. There was whispering from all the guys, wondering what was going on. Coach continued, “We have an opening for Team Captain, and you’re gonna vote now.” Clearly, some of the guys hadn’t seen the video yet, because some started to yell in confusion over what was happening. Coach smirked at me, the catcher muttered, “faggot.” Coach asked, “Collins, you want to say anything?” Everybody looked at me, wondering what the hell was going on. “Please coach, don’t do this.” It came out as a croaked whisper. “You tell them, or I do.” “Please, coach…” “Collins is…” “I’m quitting the team,” I blurted out. Guys looked at me in shock. Some laughed, thinking it was a joke. “I’m quitting because I…” Coach smirked at me, “Trying to take the pussy way out there Collins. You aren’t quitting the team. I told you.” I could feel tears in my eyes, but would not cry. “I’m quitting. I quit. You can’t stop me.” Coach said, “You’re not quitting. Tell the guys what is going on. Tell them what you are, or I will.” I looked back at him and, knowing there was no way I was getting out of this with dignity, I simply said, “Fuck you, COACH.” There was shocked silence from everyone. We’ve all said that to each other, but no one ever dared to even think of saying it to him. Coach, a very brief flash of anger and disgust in his face, soon replaced by that damn smirk again, “Watch your mouth. Stand up, now.” I stood up and stared him down. “Last chance, you tell them or I do.” I heard someone whisper, “What the hell is going on?” I looked at the Coach and said, “I don’t think you’re going to say anything about me are you Coach? Unless you want them to know your side.” Coach walked up to me and said, “Don’t you threaten me boy. I own your ass.” Coach waited, I stared at him. “Collins is stepping down as Captain, effective today. He is not quitting the team, despite his little theatrics. He’s also not getting kicked off the team, despite his outburst. No, Collins, you’re going to be staying involved in the team, deeply involved.” I turned to walk away and coach grabbed the back of my shirt, causing it to start to rip, but also to really show the nipple piercings. A couple of guys saw them and laughed, pointing them out. “Don’t you ever turn your back on me again, BOY. Do you hear me?” “Fuck you, Coach. Fuck you AND your fucking rules.” “You stupid little punk,” was followed by a punch to the gut. “Collins is out as Captain, because I will not have a cock sucking faggot representing my team.” “What?” “You’re gay?” “What the hell, JC???” I stood upright and glared at the coach. “Take off the shirt, show them. Take it off, or I’ll rip it off.” I glared at him, pulled it off and threw it in his face. “What am I showing them coach?” I looked down and saw the piercings, which did not appear to be new. I also saw the number 77 and yesterday’s date tattooed above my right pec. It took a second for it to hit me. “Oh god… what the…” Coach smiled, and simply said, “You sure were busy last night, and this morning. Take the shorts off.” I was lost, more memories of my defiling floating in and out, a hideous cacophony of my screams, guys grunting and the sounds of cocks shoving into my wet hole. “I’m sorry, Coach. Please don’t do this.” “Take them off NOW.” I took off the shorts, peeling them from legs, and feeling my ass sticking to them from the cum leaking out. “Turn around. Show them who you are. Show them the pathetic thing you became.” I turned around, showing the rest of my team, my brothers, my ass. “Dude, what the fuck.” “I think I’m gonna be sick.” “Is that… You fucking sicko.” The tears came, and I did not stop them. They fell down my face, as guys continued to make comments, calling me all kinds of names. “Turn back around Joey, let them fully understand.” I slowly turned back around, putting my hands across my marking. “Move your hands, Joey. Show them how proud you are of being a whore.” I dropped my hands to my sides. The 77 seemed to be in bright lights, in huge print, calling out to everyone about me. “Tell them what that means. I want to hear you tell them everything.” I looked at the guys, could see looks of disgust, contempt and hatred on their faces. One face in the back had a different look; a look of interest. “I got ra…” “The truth Joey.” “I got,” (raped, that’s what I wanted to say), “fucked by,” (why did I say fucked? It was rape), “a bunch of guys.” Despite knowing the truth in my mind, my mouth was saying the opposite. “I got fucked by a bunch of guys. They fucked me over and over, and I took 77 loads in my ass. I fucking loved every minute of it. Begged them to fuck my cunt, make me a cum dump. I drank several loads of piss from them, and from my own cock. They fucked me like a whore, even going two at a time in my ass. I have no idea who they were, except for one, who I guess is my owner or Sir as I call him.” “You fucking queer. You are so fucking disgusting. You should get off the fucking team. None of us want you here.” This was one of the pitchers, who stood up and spit in my face. Again, my thoughts and words were opposites. I was disgusted with what I’d said, and with what this teammate, this friend, just said and did. But what I heard myself say was, “Thank you,” as I licked up his spit. “Sit down Michaels. Now, I’ve already decided what is going to happen. You’re going to choose a new team captain. Everyone but the homo is voting. Collins is going to stay on the team, no changes there. But, he is going to play a very different role off the field. He is yours to use however you want from now on. He will do whatever you tell him to do. If he refuses, do whatever you want to him; he can take it.” “Now, while we handle team business, get the fuck out of my sight faggot.” Seeing no support, I walked to my locker, got dressed, including the now torn shirt, and walked out. The guy who had the interested look, one of the outfielders, grabbed his crotch and said, “I’m gonna have some fun in your pussy.” I couldn’t muster any response and walked out.

Well, I was cruising for sex when I was 14 years old on the internet, and it was hard to get anyone to bite, considering my age. Some did, thank goodness. 13 or 14 sounds reasonable from my own experiences, but thinking about kids that age makes me feel lecherous and isn't really my thing.