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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.

I love asians and latinos

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

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.

Have never done it but would like to try, I do enjoy looking at the eyes of the guy fucking me,

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

I would have to have someone else I trust in charge of who fucks me. Although the thought of not knowing who is fucking me is a total turn on I still have some standards. lol

The girth (circumference) of the average human penis is 4.7 inches. The circumference of a standard 12oz. beer can is 8.44 inches. Beer can cocks do exist. I’ve taken one. It took my breath away when I saw it. I’ve never seen another one like it. They’re exceedingly rare. It took every bit of endurance I had to take him to completion. Let’s think about this. For most, the vast majority of men, how many in-the-flesh, real-time erect cocks have they actually seen, let alone handled? We’ll set aside bona fide slut-cases like me and some others on this forum who aren’t pretending about their sexual excesses - I mean most men. People don’t walk around with their cocks out. It’s illegal, for one thing, but by and large the culture conceals its genitalia. So on what basis does the average man decide what is and isn’t ‘big’? Most men will see relatively few penises. Some more, some less. If a guy spends a lot of time in locker rooms, he’s likely to see more than if he spends that time in church, but even then the cocks are just as likely to be flaccid and not contribute to an overall impression of erect size. For most men, the amalgam of cocks actually seen will amount to a sampling too small to draw a statistically accurate conclusion. But he’s going to take what he sees and use it as a benchmark to compare his own endowment, because that’s all the information he’s got - that, and a vague sense that ‘bigger is better’. If that small sampling were all he was getting, he ought to be getting the impression that an average size was normal and common, because that’s what he would see. But that isn’t the conclusion he draws, because that real-life sampling isn’t all he sees. He also sees porn, and that exposure probably accounts for the vast majority of sightings of penises he sees. You don’t get to be in front of a pornographer’s camera unless you have a superlative cock, so the majority if most men’s impressions of what a human erect penis looks like come from a constant parade of nothing but the biggest. Porn is an illusion. It isn’t real. It looks real, because it’s photography, and we think the camera’s eye tells the truth, but in reality, the whole thing is carefully organized, arranged, staged and directed to fool the mind into believing an outrageous fantasy. And it’s so successful that we now think we actually live in a fantasy reality where every cock we can’t see is 8 inches long and thick as a beer can, and every time we look down we feel like we don’t measure up. All I can say is that if every bottom who gushed about wanting a beer can cock actually took one up the ass, you’d suddenly hear a lot fewer bottoms wanting a beer can cock.

I love it, do it a lot specially when my partner organizes a fuck session for me or even in the sauna / bars where I just lay on the sling with a blindfold and let go

One of the best things about cruising for sex is you never know who's gonna turn you on and what's gonna happen. Its the unpredictability that causes the buzz. You know that tingle in your cock, that beautiful ache in your balls, the twitch in your asshole. Its the expectation of a new fuck! I went out at the weekend to a club in town which has a good darkroom and cruising area. I met some friends; we chatted but not much was going on. As the evening went on I went to the cruising area and was immediately struck by a guy, I guess around 40, in sports gear: trainers, grey jogging pants, red t-shirt with the arms crudely cut off (I guess he'd done that himself) and a baseball hat. To be honest he was not really my type - a guy not prepared to accept his age; he was trying to look younger. The reason I was struck immediately was because as he went passed I caught the smell of sweat. Either he'd been working out or perhaps he'd already been having sex. It was like an instant turn-on. I felt my cock leap in my pants. And to get me horned-up even more I noticed, as he put his beer bottle high up on a shelf, thick black hair in his armpits. I was really, really hard, really, really quickly and all for a guy I wouldn't normally go for. He went into the darkroom and I followed as quickly as possible. It was busy in there and it took a while to find him by which time he was tickling tonsils with one guy and another was starting to chow down on his cock. Fuck, I thought. I'll have to wait. I stood to one side for a while. The cocksucker was doing great work on his cock. It was a good size and had a very red and now very wet head. I noticed my guy had very a hairy ass and was wearing a red jockstrap. If only I could get in on the action. After a while the guy kissing him got distracted. I think he was getting blown too. Anyway my guy was clearly really horny so I moved in and kissed him. He was fucking hot. I could smell the sweat on him, taste it on his neck, see it glistening on his shoulders. I lifted his arm and started to work on the pit. The thick hair was matted and wet and the smell deep in his pit was fucking rank. This guy hadn't washed for a while. But it was soooo good I could feel my cock stretch and tingle with excitement. I pushed down my jeans and my cock stood up to attention; he saw and took hold in his hand, jerking it quickly. Fuck, I didn't want to shoot yet. I moved his fingers to my balls and his mouth to my left tit. He was pulling hard on my balls and biting on. My nipple. Fuck he was turned on. And all the time there was a guy at his groin sucking on his hard cock. I wanted to fuck him. I had been fingering his ass a short while and moved in to massage his puckered little hole. He shifted slightly and I knew I was okay to fuck. I moved round and rested my hard and really blood-hot cock in his hairy crack. Its that moment when you think do I tell him I want to fuck raw. I took his hand and made him feel my cock. I whispered in his ear "Lube me with your spit, man!" He did as he was told and made sure my cock was slicked up and wiggled his ass. Great. I knew I didn't need to wrap. The guy sucking him got squashed as my guy bent over but the sucking continued. I felt my cock push at his pucker. Shit! Where is it? "Put me in," I told him and he reached round and helped me in. I felt the hole press and open as I slid into his ass. Well to cut a long story short, you'll know that I bred his ass and shot my load deep inside his guts. You've read that nmany times in these pages. The key bit I musnt leave out though is that as I plowed his ass, I had my face buried deep in his pit: the smell, the deep sweaty, stale, rank odour that I snorted deep up my nostril like some line of cocaine, was intoxicating. I drank deeply on this guy's body, sweat and saliva all mixed in with the stench. I didn't get to taste his salty load. That got gobbled up by the man squahed at our feet. I licked a little of my cum out his ass but he'd blown his wad so he was off. He pulled up his jogging pants and disappeared. The cocksucker and I remained to savour the moment.

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

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.

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

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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)

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. ...

I think there's an important feature to successful spitroasting - the tops have to work together to use the bottom, and not act independently. Spit roasting is usually less than ideal, and you have to choose whether to focus on the blowjob or the fucking, because once you're getting fucked, Top #2 shoves your face into his crotch without moving or adjusting, syncing up with the rhythm and movement, and just going straight for the deepthroat on the first plunge and holds it there too long. That said, when the tops are good together, and not just separately simultaneously, the oral component helps deepen the piggery. It's cognizant of breathing differently when getting pounded from behind, it's rhythmic, and it syncs well, then I am just in heaven.

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.

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

I can NOT stop thinking about this. I want to be the star of a porn scene that is set up JUST like this. No mercy, brutal hatefuck of my slutty mouth and pretty pussy. I am sooo ready!

"DAMN Right, pig!" leather daddy grunted in response to our hungry bottom pig's outburst of hunger. "Daddy's filling you up full again boi. Marking you as MINE!" Another hard thrust forward of Daddy's pelvis and he began to erupt inside the sub's already-cum-drenched guts. "OH FUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!! Breeding you bitch! Giving you another HOT load of Daddy's special potent cum! Take it pig! Fucking take it and LOVE it!!" I felt my just spent dick beginning to stir watching daddy's powerful body shudder and tremble as his nuts dumped another load of POZ toxic juices deep inside Trevor's hole - only the second load ever to enter that pig's cunt and both of them were POZ and unmedicated! So fucking nasty dirty and pervy! Just like everything with my - now, OUR - leather daddy is. "Yes, yes, daddy! Fuck me with your hard bare dick! Fill your sub boi's tight hairy hole with your tina cum! Make me yours! I want everything you and my pig bro have for me! Please, Sir! Give it all to me!!" Trevor sure the fuck seemed and sounded like he had crossed the line that daddy intended him to cross. There were still at least 2 or 3 things that we had to know he'd be willing to do before daddy's plan was complete. Well, at least the first part of his plan which was to convert the pig into an eager sub slut who craved raw cock and cum in his ass! And one of those things I was going to test him on now while he was beginning to feel the added double buzz of two loads of tina cum shooting into him. I took hold of his head and turned him back facing me and my rigid dick just fractions of an inch from his sexy full lips. He licked them sensually as he moaned with another thrust from daddy. "You said you wanted all my cock juices, pig. I've got more to give you. Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah!" daddy muttered as he knew what I was offering the pig bitch. "Fuck yeah bro!" Trevor cried. "All of it! Everything! GAWD! I can't get enough of yours and daddy's dicks and cum!" I pressed my cockhead against his lips which were already opening to welcome my shaft back inside his warm mouth. "Then take it, boi. You said you want it ALL, so that's what I'm giving you! Swallow it bitch. Swallow my fucking chem piss!" With that last word I again grabbed him tight by his thick sweaty curls of black hair and let my flow of hot tart tina piss begin filling up his mouth. "So damn fucking hot!" Daddy breathed out as he watched this part of Trevor's initiation begin. "Fill him up son. Give him that sweet tina piss and get him even hungrier than the little pig already is!" I felt Trevor's body tense up slightly when he heard me tell him to drink my piss, but as I held his head tight and daddy's cock was still buried in his ass, he had no choice but to drink and swallow. "Swallow it boi", Daddy commanded him, leaning his muscled frame down against Trevor's tight sweaty back. "Learn to love it just like you love cock and cum! Make Daddy proud of you and daddy and your bro will make sure you get everything you need tonight and all weekend! Drink his tina piss and let the chems fill your mind and blood, releasing yourself to the full pleasures of what a true sub bottom pig can have." Daddy's smooth sexy voice was so hypnotic and commanding, I felt Trevor relax his whole body and his throat as I felt and HEARD him begin to swallow my flow of golden juice. Then Daddy and I both heard it and locked eyes smiling at one another - we heard a small guttural moan of lust and need from the pig boi's throat as lust and tina took control over more of his mind. Then another moan, louder and longer as I felt his mouth begin to suck on my cock, eager to draw out more of my warm piss! "Fuck yeah, bro!" I said. "That's it fucker. Yeah, you're liking that piss now aren't you? Just like daddy said you would. Just like he and Tina taught me to enjoy it. So fucking sexy hearing you gulp it down! You can have it all weekend whenever you want!" Trevor mumbled around my pissing cock as he grabbed my hips to hold steady. My flow was beginning to come to an end and as I indicated this to daddy he smiled and whispered into Trevor's ear, "And if you like that piss going down your throat, pig, you're gonna fucking LOVE having chem piss flooding your pig pussy too. Just like Daddy's going to do NOW!!" And with that Daddy raised back up, grabbed Trevor's hips and begin to let loose. "AHHHHHHHHHHH yeah....feels so good pissing in you pig. Take it boi! Take daddy's hot chem piss and let it increase the pleasures of this weekend!" Trevor pulled his mouth off of my dick, a few last dribbles catching on his lower lip and chin, and turned around to face leather daddy. "GAWD YESSS, Daddy! Give it to me. Fill my ass and mouth with tina cum and tina piss! Make me a flying fucking nasty pig boi for my daddy and bro to use! I WANT it!!"

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.

They asked me if I wanted some more tina. Hell yes. They asked if I had ever heard of a butt rocket. I said no, but if they recommended it, I was game. They put some Tina and water in a syringe with no needle and put it in my ass. They told me to hold it as long as I could. I could already feel the stuff going to work. I became incredible fixated on my ass. All I could think about was finding more cocks to fuck me and cum in me. After a while, they asked me if I wanted to go to the maze. I had seen it when I was looking for my room and it looked promising. We went over and walked into the darkness. The maze was almost pitch-black. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that there were 10 or 15 guys milling around. Some guys were sucking cock through glory holes that were cut in the walls. I found a glory hole for myself and knelt down. Almost immediately I was presented with another beautiful cock. From what I could see of the guy he was Latino and uncut. I started sucking his cock, as my two fuck buddies watched and encouraged me. Give him your ass they urged. The idea of having a guy whose face I had never seen felt nasty, forbidden, dangerous, and totally exciting. I turned around, placing my ass up against the hole. I rubbed his cock on my ass, and groaned. He pushed forward, and I had my third bare cock in my ass in less than an hour. It was even better than before. I was so lubed with sperm and the party favors had me thinking only with my ass. The guy in my cum hole couldn't last very long. I heard him grunt thorough the hole and again that warm, squishy feeling. It was so good. While I was being fucked, I had my eyes closed as I just focused on being fucked. As the cock slipped out of my ass, I looked up to see that I was being watched by about 5 or 6 guys. That thought turned me on even more. There was a lot of sex going on in the maze, but I was the most blatantly cock-crazed. I felt like I was just getting started. How many guys could I get to fuck me?