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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Locked and loaded 👄

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

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

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

So true

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

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

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

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

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

Definitely into this 😈

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

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

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

The line between pleasure and pain is very thin. That is why the prep is so important. If I’m going out to be a cum dump, I’ll prep by not only douching but using my dildos which means I’m nice and ready… no matter the size of cock. If we are playing at home then it’s the same but this time it is part of the foreplay before the main cock attraction 💦💦💦

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

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

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Two ways. On my knees, looking up into his eyes. And I keep my eyes glued on the guys eyes as he cums. And he sees me swallowing - and that drives a lot of guys wild. The other is when I'm on my kneees, but he has his hands behind my head - and he's pushed the whole lenght of his cock in my mouth, and down my throat. And with a 7"-8" cock, that menas 4"-5" inches of hard meat is down my throat - and then he cums.

This was salvaged from Bugshare.net, the 'Strictly Stories' section. ****************************************************** My 18 year cousin Joey came to the city from some small town to stay with us for the summer. Yeah, I kinda knew he was gay for a while before I asked him, just from the way I saw him checking out guys when he thought nobody was watching. Nobody else noticed- I saw it though. Rudy, an older neighbor, a real sleaze, especially caught his attention. Rudy is older, about 55, drop dead sexy,a real daddy type. And a big time leather top- I've seen him in action time and time again at the baths. Barebacking is his thing, especially with the newbies who somehow wander into the baths out of curiosity. They always end up leaving with more than they bargained for- Rudy is as POZ as he is hot. He and I are pretty good friends,the two gay guys in the neighborhood. We often go out to the clubs and to the baths afterwards. He tells me hot stories of his exploits. I decided to invite Joey to come out with us one night. When I asked Rudy if it would be okay if Joey came out with us his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Joey didn't stand a chance. Rudy had seen him just yesterday in his tight jean shorts when we were washing the car and said his dick went immediately hard. Poz tops can be very determined to get what they want and almost always do. Very aggressive. The thrill of turning my naive cousin out was too exciting to resist. When I invited him and said Rudy was coming, he said,"You mean that dude next door? That hot guy? Hell yeah. I want to come!" He thought he knew it all. Like he was so mature or something. Excellent. I immediately ran down the mental checklist of things I'd needed to bring: jockstrap, check; poppers, check; blindfold, check. Booty bump, call Rico and arrange to pick one up later, as well as a joint sprinkled with tina. By the way, the blindfold is Rudy's specialty. So it looked like everything was in order and we'd have everything we'd need for the adventure on Friday. You should have seen Joey when Rudy got in the car with us Friday night. He was a little disappointed that we weren't going dancing like we had planned, but just going out "to a club" instead. The sooner we get there, the more pozzing we could do, Rudy wisely pointed out. We had already had drinks at the house- a rare treat for Joey. He was on his way. "Here, take a puff of this, Joey," Rudy said as he smiled that handsome smile and passed the laced joint to my cousin. Joey was so much in awe of the sexy older man and got so instantly high when the tina in the joint hit him like a freight train, he didn't even notice that he was the only one smoking. I smiled over to Rudy and passed him a small plastic bag containing a travel size jar of vaseline and two booty bumps. (Rico is good to his repeat clientele.) Joey was flying pretty high and barely noticed Rudy pulling down his underwear enough in his jeans to lube up his tight asshole and insert one and then another pleasure ball. Joey didn't even know where he was. Luckily we were already in the parking lot of the baths and the staff were all my friends - I did work here for six years, after all, and even after I quit I became a regular guest. My friend Brian at the door just shook his head and smiled as we helped Joey in. "At it again, eh? Take number 11- It's still kind of quiet, it's early." We wasted no time stripping Joey down and putting the jock stap on him. Such a beautiful butt, accented perfectly with the tight strap. Next, Rudy had the honor of putting the blindfold on him- Joey was so out of it, he thought it was some cool game. Rudy, meanwhile, lubed up his eight inch dick, rock hard from the viagra he takes before hitting the baths, and I held the poppers steadily under Joey's nose, closing one nostil, then the other, hearing him groan loudly and then actually yell as the big dickhead speared his tight boy pussy. "Yell all you want, Joey. You're at a bath house. You're probably turning someone on." And he was. The guy at the open door stroking his dripping dick said, "I get him next." I knew that guy. He was one of those lanky HIV+ sleazes who frequent this place. "He's all yours, man," I said with an approving nod. Joey was working his hips up and down the best he could to meet the butt fucking Rudy mercilessly plowed into him. He was so high on the tina, so horny, all that mattered was getting fucked. His dick, limp but dripping precum, let me know it overtook his body. He was just a sex pig awaiting his breeding like all the other sexpig bottoms in the bathhouse. And then, squirt after squirt of POZ cum erupted from the tip of Rudy's giant dick in the boy's asshole and I bent down to whisper in his ear, "Good boy. You're taking it like a champ! I'm proud of you!" His cumhole was so wet and dripping poz juice. It was a beautiful sight. It was the icing on the cake when I whispered my further instructions and the blindfolded Joey complied, yelling, "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFT,SIR!!" The guy at the door laughed at the pathetically high performance and moved closer to assume his place at the kid's ass. By the time the club really got into full swing, Joey started crying from all the dick he was getting. His butt was red and sore looking. Poor guy. Still, he set something of a record lying there in a pool of strangers' cum, wearing his enticing tight jockstrap. I counted 34 'donors'. After each insemination Joey repeated "Thank you. Thank you." He was transformed into a cum pig, thanking every possibly poz fucker for his gift. I can hardly wait for the day when all three of us take another ride together, but this time to an HIV clinic and Joey gets some very important test results. I won't be able to mask my delight when he converts. Rudy says he'll take him into the bathroom right there at the clinic and fuck him bareback when he is confirmed positive. And then he wants to take him directly to the tattoo parlour owned by his buddy so Joey can get a nice biohazard tattoo on his butt. I doubt it will take too long, judging from all the loads he took that night.

#2 cums the closest to what I like, as a bottom. I like to have a top fuck me as long as possible, until he can't hold off any longer. When I feel him fucking me more and more slowly, I know he's ready to explode. Then, I want him to plow his cock in deep, slowly pull back, then really give it to me, with long, hard strokes.

Chapter 3 – Geoff gets his turn in the sling In Chapters 1 & 2, I met up with Geoff, a hot guy with a playroom in his basement. We partied, fisted, and he worked a chain into my ass. He’s in the sling now and I can bounce on a dildo to keep my ass happy. Once Geoff was settled in the sling, he took a hit of poppers and asked for more rimming. Of course, that was fine with me. I took out the butt plug and put it aside. His hot ass looked great, with the hair around his hole matted down with spit and lube. I tongue fucked him and licked all around his ass, getting him ready for the more intense play to come. Geoff’s ass was ready for more, so I lubed up my hands and started stretching his hole. Using fingers from both hands, I’d pull his hole open. It was exciting to see inside this hot man’s ass. Occasionally, I’d shove my tongue into his stretched-open hole, getting it in as deep as possible and tasting his unique flavor. I went back to stroking and poking his hole with one hand while I was bouncing on the dildo. I added more lube, looked deep into Geoff’s eyes, and plunged my hand in. His ass was open and accommodating, letting me in with little resistance. I would make a fist and rotate my hand slightly while inside him. He really liked that and took a hit of poppers while I was doing that. Now, he was a beast on fire. My fist was rolling around inside him, and he was using the sling to move back and forth, spreading the sensations throughout his ass. He got to a point when he moved the sling so much that my hand came out of his ass. But he was right back on it, taking me inside him on the next return. We did this for a bit until he said that his ass needed a rest. My hand came out, and I stroked and massaged his swollen hole. Once he was OK to stand, he wanted to get out of the sling, but I reminded him that he needed a plug or dildo in his ass first. His butt plug was nearby, so I lubed it up and put it in his ass. Then, he got out of the sling, and we took another break on the bed. Geoff asked if he could suck my dick for a while. I get T dick and told him that it probably wouldn’t get hard, and he was fine with that. I propped some pillows behind my back and spread my legs for him. The dildo from the stool was still inside me, and I could just see the butt plug in Geoff’s ass as he started sucking me. While it was sexy seeing this man suck my dick while his ass was visible to me, I wanted to eat his hole some more. So, he flipped around, and I took the plug out of his ass. He laid on top of me and continued sucking while I started exploring his hairy ass. First, a finger went in, just to stroke inside a bit, then another joined. Eventually, I had 2 fingers from each hand inside him and dove into his waiting hole tongue first. He was still sucking me and would occasionally reach down and move the dildo in my ass around. This went on for a while until I suggested that he move to the sling again, and I would fuck him with a dildo. Geoff selected a Bad Dragon Fenrir dildo for me to use on him and got in the sling; I sat on the stool and stuck the dildo that was still in my ass to it again. I lubed up the huge dildo that Geoff chose and slowly moved it around on his ass. There was also a good bit of lube and spit already there, so it was nice and slippery. I’d tease his hole with the head of the dildo, just getting a little bit in before moving it back out again. The dildo was long and thick, with some nice bumps on it. It also had a knot part way down, and getting that in would be a stretch. Eventually, I stuck the head of the dildo in his ass and let it go in deeper. Geoff’s expression and moans told me how much he was enjoying this. I’d twist the dildo and pull it back, but never all the way out, slowly fucking him with it. It had gone in up to the knot, which I started to wiggle around his hole. He told me that he had taken it past the knot before. I added more lube to the dildo and his hole; he took a hit of poppers and told me to shove it in. There was some resistance, but his hole expanded around the thickness and swallowed the dildo. His cock spurted out some cum, which I eagerly lapped up and shared with him. We let the dildo rest there a little before I started twisting it around inside him. He was squirming like the pig that he is as I worked that toy inside him. I fucked him with the dildo for a while. I’d work the knot back out and then shove it in deep. He was really opening up for it, and it got easier each time. Eventually, he asked for a fist again, which I was happy to deliver. My fist slid in with no resistance now since his hole was well-opened and gaping. We played around with my fist in his ass until Geoff decided he needed a rest.

Part 7; ''Beach Balls and Flying Piglets'' - Do I have your permission to speak Sir? - Go on boy, what is it? - My answer is yes Sir. - Your answer is yes to what? - To being properly trained by you as the best sub you could ever desire to own, and being your live in house boy. - Even after the HARD fuck you just received? - Especially so Sir. You gave this faggot what he deserved, what he craved, what he needed. - Let's take a short break pig. I'm going for a smoke. Always choose in life what makes you happy. Sir went to his arm chair, relit his cigar and puffed away watching me, wasted on the mattress. I was knelt parallel to the mirror and my inner being immediately connected with the fact that I was drug fucked, a Dom was using me and most likely had not finished with me tonight just yet. With one hand I tugged hard on the chain to my boy-tits clamp, and with my other hand I stuffed as much of my hand as I could up my cunt. Soon my hands fell away from what they were doing and I rolled onto my back where I was now hallucinating brightly coloured (orange, yellow, and red) balls float all around the room. This eventually had me pointing at what I was seeing and giggling. - What's so funny boy? - Those red, yellow, and orange coloured beach balls floating around the room, they look fun. - I had better come and play with them with you, then, hadn't I. Sir came to the vinyl covered mattress, flipped me onto all fours again, entered my now much looser and battered cunt balls deep and fucked me firmly and slowly as he held onto my rubber harness. After fucking me like this for a while he pulled me upright and wrapped his arms around me tightly as he slowly fucked me with the slow upward thrusts of his pelvis. He spoke into my ear... - You are such a good boy. I am very happy you are coming to live with me as my live in house boy, and to officially be trained as my sub. In my LSD come K high it felt like we were in this embrace and position fucking for days. I did not want it to end. His beefy hairy body against mine, holding me tight, using me, having his dick buried deep inside of me, taking basically what was his. I was in pure hog heaven. - I really want you to cum inside me.... Are you sure you are undetectable Sir? - Don't worry boy, I can assure you I am undetectable! I closed my eyes as we continued to fuck in this tight unison Sir-sub grip. - I desperately want your cum in me Sir. And I wouldn't care if you were t☣️xic. I would want it deep in my guts even if you were detectable. - My my, someone is a hungry pig. I opened my eyes again, and had now started to hallucinate seeing little flying piglets chasing after the floating beach balls in the air causing me to once again giggle. - What is making you giggle boy? - Little flying piglets chasing the floating beach balls Sir. They look so funny...... 🔴🐷🟡🐖🟠🐽 It was now time for Sir to unload his balls. He pushed me forward again so I was on all fours and my arms were straightened out below my shoulders with clenched fists to hold me up for support, with my lower back arched out so my ass was pushed out. Sir held onto my rubber harness and commenced fucking me again, this time still all the way in and all the way to the tip and so on, but the rhythm was that on the inward stroke he was only pausing for about half a second not a few seconds, and when he reached the tip of his Dom Dick to my gripping cunt lips there was not the few second pause like earlier but an immediate firm and hard inward stroke. I could sense he had gone from third to fifth gear.... - So are you telling me that if I was unmedicated you'd allow me to fuck you without a condom? - Yes Sir - And if I had a viral load that was in the tens of millions you'd allow me to shoot my seed deep into your piggy neg guts? I replied by turning my head and looking into the mirror we were parallel to. He sensed what I had done and looked into the mirror too, locating my eyes, and once he did he looked into them, scanning for my inner being to speak to him. And I did with my eyes and face animating with a strong firm nod for ''YES'' He turned his head so it faced forwards, let go of my harness and positioned his arms either side of me with fists clenched onto the vinyl mattress, and his pace shot to sixth gear, fucking me with a fast and determined pace.... - Oh fuck.... I'm gonna cum - Breed me Sir. - FUCK.... I'm gonna cum. - Flood my faggot guts with your hot seed, Sir. He slammed in for the final stroke and holding in balls deep, with his head thrusting upwards as he roared.... 💦💦💦💦 *GRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT* 💦💦 💦💦 His hips released their tension seeing his Fuck Weapon release out of my faggot cunt a few inches, then.... THRUST back in balls deep and holding. This happened a few times until he became more and more spent. As he further came out of the orgasm phase he came back upright, held onto my hips, and with his still fully erect Dom Dick fucked me slowly. As he fucked me like this he spoke.... - Fuck boy, you are one super hot nasty pig. You're MINE now aren't you fag-boy? - Yes Sir. And I cannot wait to work for you and to be trained by you. I promise to be your loyal, obedient, subservient, hard working fag-boy. He withdrew his Fuck Weapon out of my now well used cummy-cunt and went for a puff on his cigar on his arm chair. I know I needed a lot of training, but I already had a good idea of certain things Sir liked so I crawled over to him and without a word I looked into his eyes, took a hold of his gorgeous thick Dom Dick that was semi erect now, and took to cleaning it, using my tongue swirling around and from base to tip, and tip to base. - One of many things I like about you boy - Initiative!

I have never once denied a Top the use of my cunt - to completion - because of his size. (I would for obvious signs of an STD, but I haven’t faced that, mainly because I usually never get a look at them at all). There have been three or four memorable occasions where I was very proud of myself for having been able to endure it, but I’ve never failed to take one. In my cunt. My mouth is another matter. My mouth isn’t that big, and my jaw doesn’t open very wide, and I can look at a cock of a certain size and think, All he’s going to feel is teeth. I know there isn’t going to be any room for tonguework, I know I’ll be gagging every two seconds, I know I won’t be able to stand having my airway blocked, and by far worst of all, I know I’ll give him bad head. Nothing’s worse than bad head. So I tell them straight up that I’m not saying no, but they won’t enjoy it, and will get much better service from a different bottom with better oral skills. And for those reasons I do turn down Tops interested only in oral. They deserve better than what I can give them.

Hey,I finally scored a bag last week and remembered that I have this little spot on the internet. I'm not sure where the direction of this story is heading, but I told myself that I won't make new topics. So..... When everyone left the room, I saw myself on the floored mattress in a full length mirror, trying to maintain any sense of control I had with only my head capable of tilting. My limbs remained tightly bound to each edge of the bed, as was the metal plug that was in me which I found to be dense and acted as a sort of anchor. I could barely lift my hips or alter the angles of how spread out I was when gravity was working against my favour. It was due to the plug too that I didn't bother to keep track nor realize how long I was left in the room for I began to feel a different kind of spun from absorbing Cameron's piss, a kind where I evolved to be more uninhibited than I imagined, allowing me to understand that this debauchery I found myself in is something that is inherently within me. I had already submitted myself to temptation base on my behaviour, yet I was hesitant to fully accept myself. I lacked confidence. Up until this moment, I believed that it was justifiable to suppress these desires. A sort of futile mental exercise. This belief, whether I want to admit it or not was attributed to the possibility of a future where Devin was still there. The future, I start to envision, was one where I no longer carried any shame in expressing my lust, a future where I embrace the pig that was always in me. I no longer saw his role in my life. It was a hindrance to my calling, a denial to the true nature that has manifested in the reflection I currently observed. Gagged, face down, spread out and about to be at anyone's disposal. Trance music being played continuously had also made it difficult to distinguish time. Not much can be heard beyond the walls that surround me besides the muffled noises which gradually turned to voices that got louder. The additional guests must have arrived. Under the door behind me, shadows flickered through the gaps, not revealing much on who or what was about to come. I try to pick apart the voices and the footsteps. 4, or 5 maybe? I heard a new voice, louder than the rest, announcing how it's been a while since there was a new recruit, how it's always fulfilling to find one, and how exclusive it was to be in this group. Another chimed in with enthusiasm, eager to breed since he stopped taking his meds the longest out of the rest, certain that he had the most potent load. Given the state I was in, I had to contain my excitement when I heard what was said. My breaths got deeper and louder, almost feral like. Slowly, something was building up in me. My purpose was to serve and show my dedication to these men. My anticipation distorted my perception of time further. From the moment Klaus opened the door, to the last person closing it, the period I had been left alone felt shorter than it was for the men to enter the room. 7 who entered. 3 who I had already been acquainted with and 4 new faces. Nude and physically built in the best way possible. Naturally, the outlines of some of their veins were more apparent than others. All of them were fit, or had been fit at some point in their lives and were carrying a kind of saggy weight that didn't make them any less attractive. Ludwig must've been the oldest. I carefully registered each of them. It was no longer a reminder that these were who I am submitting myself to. It was a fact. It was a moment of fully processing the decisions I've made. I had to assure myself of this to remove any hesitancy that I felt that first night Ludvig. A circle formed around me with Ludvig in his original position, looking down at my head at 12 o'clock. Cameron on his left, Klaus on his right. Ludvig started to speak. He introduced Chris, who I've come to learnt had the loud voice. He was a few years younger than Klaus, maybe late 30s, at least 6'2 and was stocky, carrying the most muscle out of everyone. His chest was huge and so were the areolas that surrounded his nipples. The volume of both his arms framed his tits symmetrically, cushioning both pecs in a jiggly way. His pits were hairy, bush popping out through the cleavage of his arms, blonder than the crop cut spotted on his head. That was the first thing I noticed bout Chris. I couldn't wait to devour myself in those curly pits. Below, a hard beer belly which concealed his actual abs. The 9 inch cock he had reminds me of an elephant trunk, girth starting wide and thinner towards the head. I wasn't sure if he was a grower or a shower but my intuition tells me it's the former. His thighs were massive, and his ass, just like his chest were bubbly and shaped like a peach. You can tell he never left his prime top or bottom phase. I was definitely in awe of Chris, but my eyes were set for Cameron. Chris' Origin Although Cameron spent more time with Ludvig and Klaus, it was Chris who became the third member. Klaus and him had work at a construction firm where at times, rather than joining their other fellow comrades for lunch, both men would spend 1-on-1 in a porta-potty that only they both have access to. What started as a regular pump and blow session turned to pump and dumps with Chris receiving most of the dumps. Once, Chris had to climb down a crane after their lunch that wasn't really a lunch. During his descent, some guys pointed out a dark stain forming right underneath his jeans, speculating that he pissed himself cause of his supposed fear of heights. The moment he reached the ground, Klaus was already waiting and gave him a look that could only mean one thing. Chris, who couldn't afford to extend any more of his embarrassment gave into the jokes the other workers made and excused himself to the portable, leading the way for Klaus. He trailed slowly, passing through the site casually til he spotted their portable, taking a moment for Chris to first enter before following. In an easy pull, Klaus swung the door wide and was please to have an ass fully present itself to him. Chris bent his leg, pushing his hips backward with both hands wide apart and gripped onto the blue pvc wall. His hole was still dripping Klaus's cum. The Hanes trunks he worn was partially soaked, no longer white but cream like with yellow hues. Chris, hearing the door opened apologized to Klaus that he couldn't hold it in and that he didn't know he was tasked to climb up. Klaus dismissed his apology, grabbed the trunks to force Chris to inhale and proceeded to rest his head on his shoulder. He whispered that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't be sorry for a non-mistake. Chris inhaled as much as he could, slowly forming a hard on. Klaus continued rub the trunks on Chris before going for it himself. He then reached his hand down to scoop the cum from Chris's ass with his fingers to feed Chris, who proceeded to suck the fingers off. Klaus, feeling Chris' mouth, took more cum with his right hand added the rest of the fingers into him, coating and feeling the shape and texture of his gums and mortars before pulling forcefully pulling out. Just by placing his palm onto the side of his thigh, followed by a light brush, Chris nodded and arched his back to give Klaus access. Legs bent to squat, Klaus' lips met Chris' hole and with a few smooches, Klaus' tongue intruded his hole, taking in as much he could. Normally, he would not eat Chris' ass out during their lunch 1-on-1s due to the time constraint though now, despite being on the clock, no one was looking for either of them. Klaus didn't realize he had came into Chris that much. When he came, it wasn't this much. He had to carefully collect the cum which at first dripped, now gushed, with his tongue as his only tool, turning its shape to a scoop to not waste a drop. Klaus wasn't the type to make quick assumptions and even if someone else had bred Chris, it would only make him respect Chris more. After all, it was Klaus who awakened the kind of primal lust that Chris initially taught was the only one to have. With his hole no longer wet and Klaus mouth' full, half of what was felched, Klaus swallowed and the other half given to Chris in spits and kisses that both men had discovered to enjoy when they first had to gotten to know one another. Right as Klaus finished giving Chris the last bit of cum he had left, he looked at his shiny amber eyes and smirked, asking if he's had anyone else who fucked him today. Chris, who was now in post cumeating clarity knew the jig was up. Instead of the usual puppy eyes reaction Klaus had expected, Chris pouted, raised his brows and nod. Klaus could only reply with a nonchalant uhuh. He could ask who it was but both men understood that those questions were not and should not be brought up, given the nature of their friendship. Klaus could also inquire more from Chris, just out of curiosity to know where he actually was on a kink level. As it was, Klaus met Chris on the job and both men only fucked on the job. None talked about life outside of the site and Klaus' thought process with Chris was that rubbers ruins their appreciation for cum. Klaus had always thought of Chris as straight, but into cum, hence Chris telling Klaus how he thought he was the only one who was not just into cum, but fascinated by it. A certain primal lust in relation to cum that he couldn't explain. No mention of men or fucking at all. Neither women which gave Klaus the benefit of the doubt and idea that Chris just didn't see gender. He had watched the porn, yet never acted on any form of act that he'd consider gay. Chris seemed, as average as a dude was. In construction, lifts heavy, never misses NHL, ticks all the boxes. The average dude was also most likely to be down low and seek casual encounters on Grindr as a favourite past time. Chris had been into men exclusively, as hard as he tried to tell the world other wise. Catching Klaus watching a cumdump porn video one time when the portables were being installed (and doors nonexistent) was one of those times that Chris would never forget. They haven't even introduced themselves. Klaus knew he was being watched by Chris and was not bothered in the slightest. He found Chris to be very cute. In the video Klaus had, clips where guys were smoking while being railed would be replayed a few times. Chris, watching from a far didn't question much, thinking that it was merely a mini hookah. In the buildup to their friendship, an unwritten routine had formed. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, during break, Klaus would go to his preferred portable, seat on the ground and back onto the door that faced the opposite direction, shielding himself from the site view. He'd then take out his phone and play a clip, always gay porn, and watch as entertainment without touching his cock. For a while, this was difficult for Chris because most of what Klaus watched, Chris had gotten off countless of times. Chris also felt seen because he never knew that someone else was into the genre of filth that he was, they were videos focused on cum or cumdumps,with fluids being exchanged with zero waste The only vids Klaus watched that Chris never understood was the one with the hookahs, and another with biohazard graphic frequently being animated. It reminded him of the poster at the entrance where they would sign in. Chris didn't mind when there was a change in what Klaus watched, he saw it as a learning opportunity. The ice finally broke one Thursday afternoon in August. The heat had made everyone miserable to the point where deadlines didn't matter much. Klaus, only in a cotton tanktops and jeans, laid at his usual spot. He took out a clip of two colleagues in business attire sucking one another in the washroom. When the top positioned his cock into the bottom, Klaus started to unbuckle his pants. Chris stood up and tried to get closer peak at what Klaus was packing. Klaus, irritated by the heat was desperate to bust a nut and feel some form of relief. He hard footsteps which he knew was Chris. Turning his head around with his wayfarers pulled up, Klaus looked at Chris who froze in silence. Klaus' only words were, "Do you mind sucking my dick off?" *** The rest was history. The more they fooled around and got to know each other, the more Klaus saw how raunchy Chris was. Klaus came more than once when Chris took his first cock. His ass was tighter than any of the usual guys Klaus had. He'd tell Ludvig, who he smoked T with everytime payday comes bout how great Chris' cunt was. Different angle gave a different sensation. Klaus described it as if a fleshlight's inner lining was made out of honeycomb. Klaus even took videos of Chris taking his cock. His moans were different in each vid, probably from the way Klaus was positioning himself. Ludvig would be lying if he didn't feel a bit of a turn on from watching Chris. Even when he took Klaus' dick in his mouth, Chris did it with passion. You would think Klaus was faking from how clean his dick would be after he came. Chris had skills Ludvig was very interested in. Ludvig and Klaus normally meet on Friday evenings where one would host and each would get a bottom spun out for the rest of the night to their liking. A recurring joke Ludvig had come up was to ask Klaus in the morning after the party ends if the honeycomb's cunt was better than the different boys they had. The results varied and neither kept scored. All Ludvig knew was that he had to try Chris' ass soon. He wanted to hear those moans in real time. Thinking bout his firm ass would make him leak precum. He was envious of Klaus. Not only he has someone to regularly fuck raw at work, he also does this thing every 2 weeks. Apart from partying together, both Klaus and Ludvig were also bounded by blood. They had both been willingly pozzed by Helmut, who acted as a mentor, a father figure even. Even though meds were already commercially available and he was still in the latent stage, Helmut refused. Sealing his fate, his only wish was to pass on his legacy. A legacy that wasn't just lessons and methods to be passed on pertaining to the lifestyle these men lead, but also the strain he had. It wasn't a question for either men when Helmut made the request. There was a bond that they were tied to. Fortunately, both were on meds from the start, and neither of them faced any major health issues. They had carefully planned it though both of them knew that some day, they will do the same thing that Helmut had done. Monthly test and checkups were an afterthought and sometimes they forget that they were poz. Still, Ludvig sometimes think about Klaus and Chris, how Klaus stopped applying much of what Helmut taught them by guarding himself off against the world. Ludvig thought bout how ignorant Klaus was to just use Chris as a play toy during work. One Saturday morning, after the boys left, Klaus asked Ludvig if he thought of inviting Chris. "From what you're telling me, this man needs to see more than just the screen of your iPhone max." Maybe, or maybe Chris was content. Average guy Chris, remember who doesn't need much to get him going. Getting Klaus' weekly deposit was all he could ask for. Unlike the other advices that Ludvig unsolicitedly gave, the one bout Chris lingered on his mind longer than usual. As much as he was just a hole, there was also a connection. A sort of feeling that Klaus knew was too late to turn back. Discovering that another man had cum in Chris shouldn't bother him but somehow, it did. Was it just another man? If it was only one man he'd still feel slighted for the amount of cum he lapped out of Chris was def Top 10 and if it was more than one, do I need to reconsider how I see Chris? As much as he tried to play it cool, the question what ifs now wouldn't stop entering his thoughts, with the big what ifs somewhere along the lines of; "What if he enjoyed getting fuck by the other dude /dudes more than he did with me?" *** Chris didn't think it was possible to get a reaction out of Klaus. For the first time, after working together for almost a year and a half did he see a look of uncertainty coming out of him. Unlike the first time he stared at Klaus with his porn, he captured a moment where Klaus, whose mouth was still slathered with cum, vulnerable for the first time. He had an imaginary upper hand. He realized his self worth in what had transpired .He learned that he actually looked decent and guys built as big as him are kinda rare. This was an advantage that he committed to making full use of. If it weren't for the user on the apps telling him how much potential he had, he prolly wouldn't have gotten bred. Despite having the app for almost 5 months, Chris didn't dare to put up a pic of him and all the conversations he had went nowhere. Only when he uploaded a tipsy photo of himself in the washroom of the bar he was at did his phone nudged more than it ever had. He was in a muscle tank and his cap flipped backwards. The one that got his attention came from a profile whose age was 52. His name at this point should not be a surprise. It read, "You look like a guy who doesn't like to waste cum" How little did he know...

2. Growing Pains The second clip was more professional, close to studio in the way it was edited. Seated on a couch was Klaus and the boy who was the centre piece of the first clip. His hair was in a bun and spotted hints of facial hair. It took a while for me to recognize him. He really looked like a sweet guy. Definitely my type. Klaus called him Cameron. From the mirror, Ludvig behind the camera. Klaus lit up a pipe, holding his breathe before kissing Cameron, exhaling the smoke. In addition to the clouds formed, Klaus's face was still hidden from the cap he had on. They did this for a while before the clip cut to Cameron in a room, undressing himself to put on a jock. The jock I had worn last night. It was cleaner. He put on knee length socks, a pair of split shorts and a tanktop. The next cut was him walking into an abandoned complex, probably what was once a community gym. He entered the locker and Klaus seated, legs apart on a bench with a tight golf polo on paired with chino shorts that hemmed right up the knee. His thighs were massive. What Ludvig had for arms, Klaus had in legs. I now saw his face. A sharp jaw, thin lips with a chiseled nose. His hazel eyes cradled his symmetrical brows. Overall, he was cleanly shaved with little stubble. If any, it was what defined his jaw. He was younger than Ludvig. Klaus spoke, saying how Cameron's late for his training. It looked like an athletic jock themed porno was about to begin. I had to give props to their dedication. "Sorry, coach. Was nervous to have this private one on ones.." "About that, it's no longer one on one. Some pals of mine from that conference a while back are here to help. Fellas?" On the other side, close to the communal shower, 5 men entered from the hallway. They were more or less around Klaus' age, around early 40s. Like him, they were fit and wore different kinds of athletic attire. Tracksuits, crop tops, polos, baseball caps. Each wore an outfit to show their seniority. They were muscular and definitely more athletic than most men. With only a glance and a nod from Klaus, the men ambushed Cameron, pulling him onto the bench, arms and legs tied to each end in a bright red paracord with barely any resistance. The men were quick and careful in their knots, mounting him to only half of the bench, ass lifted up, and his torso leaning down, faced to the floor. Klaus fingered his hole, slapping it and playing with his jock, pulling and snapping it. Then, one of the men approached with a bag of white shards. He grabbed the boy's mouth apart to have his fingers soak to coat with the substance. Pushing his index finger in Cameron's hole right after, his first moans for the night came out. Cheers from the other man came around mixed with encouragement and praises of how he was a good player. While his hole was brewing and slowly igniting the pig in him, Klaus and the other coaches were making themselves comfortable. One stood right in front Cameron, staring down at him and some leaned onto the wall of lockers, acting only as watchers. Klaus disappeared for a moment and returned with a suitcase that revealed wooden paddles ranging in sizes. By now, Cameron's breathing grew heavier and louder. Animalistic as intended. "Training starts now, boy." The smallest paddle was used first. Then it got bigger. Much to my surprise, Cameron took the first 3 with little difficulty, even with his ass cheeks turning red. Only yeahs that were reciprocating the cheers of the men around him. There were 2 more. The second last one gave him a scream. "Can you take it boy?" Cameron shouted Yes, with full confidence. Klaus continued for another 8 times only seconds in between. Cameron's face got red, tears slowly falling. He persisted. "You're doing well aren't you? Ready to level up?" Again he proudly exclaimed his agreement, even if sounded like he was about to cry. The largest paddle was passed through the crowd, reaching Klaus who thoroughly inspected it. He slowly placed it onto Cameron's cheeks, gauging the distance of the gap in between before telling him to get ready. Cameron adjusted his legs higher as he could through the restraints, hole further exposed for everyone to see. It was blooming in between the cheeks that were red and rosy. Without any warning, Klaus went straight to it. The pitch in his scream increased higher than I expected. It almost sounded like a squeal. The men seemed to enjoy this sound coming out from him. "There's the pig we want. You've done exceptional. We're all proud of you." Cameron could only shiver in the aftermath of those paddles with an excitement of accomplishment. His sweat made the tanktop he had on damp and wet, causing one of the men to turn it over his head, chest now exposed. The same man then opened a locker to pass Klaus a small box. The second act was about to commence. In it were two metal clips that were strung by a chain. There were also steel orbs with hooks. The man who had passed the box was now pinching Cameron's tits, twisting it and pulling it like harp, causing Cameron to moan in a state of both pain and pleasure. Before latching it, Klaus gave the clips a few licks to properly lubricate it. Letting go of the fulcrum, Cameron screamed again. The other men took turns pulling the chain, placing different number of orbs to weigh the clips down. Cameron's lust filled agony continued. When the clips were taken off, Cameron could only beg to have it clipped back. The men laughed. "Looks like we've trained you well huh boy" End clip. *** It was now 9:15 and a tiny spot of precum now formed on my shorts. I should get ready and maybe watch the rest on the way. The weather was not as chilly as I thought it'd be and I didn't want to layer much. Feeling a bit adventurous, I went commando and put on a pair of jeans with a white tee and a heavy hoodie over me. I regret not being able to watch the last clips in one setting. It was hard to not have someone look at your screen in the streetcar. It was also harder to try and keep my boner down during the entire trip. I could only skip parts of the clips as I stood close to the handicap seat where there were less people. 3. Smoke and Mirrors The third clip was the shortest and was perhaps the weirdest. It began with a hypnotic spiral before fading into montages of Cameron's transformation. I now realize how old these videos were. Probably more than a decade which is why it was hard to recognize Ludvig. The phones they used still had buttons. Cameron was probably my age then, fit as one could be and a classic jock. His hair was still short. First photo was him taking a mirror selfie, probably to post on craigslist. Next, him in bed with Klaus. After, them smoking. Ludvig now appeared in between. The montages were photos in black and white filter, played to a sort of trance music. A shot of Cameron now spun out, then spit roasted by both men. The photos repeated in flashes, transitioning to the next scene documenting Cameron's body progressing, muscles increasing with cuts of him taking loads from different men. Finally, different shots of hole was shown, ranging from being barely wet to full on loaded. The video ended with Cameron lying on his back, getting "+VE" tattooed on his back, right above his ass. He was also now spotting a thick guiche piercing. His ass had become rounder and firmer over the years. He still had his bun, but with both sides shaved to a fade. As the video concluded, I wonder whether this is what Ludvig had in mind for me? Before I could watch the final clip, I reached my stop. As much as I was still turned on, I was also confused a little, questioning the possibility that I could be Cameron. If I did, I wanted to leave a bigger impression. I wanted to not just fill his shoes but walk in them as my own. I became less horny to continue watching. Rather, I was excited to find my way to where Ludvig was. Once I got out, I made my way across a row of commercial buildings mixed with newly renovated townhouses, slowly turning into the original area that it was with dilapidated apartment buildings and abandoned industrial lofts. Finally, in front of a brutalist tower, I buzzed Apt 24. I got up and thought maybe I still had time to quickly watch the last clip. 4. To New Bonds Usually, I'm impatient when it comes to elevators but I'm glad that I was in an aged building. I skipped through the video as I ascended, each floor beeping in my overhead. Though I didn't catch much, it was essentially Cameron getting gangbanged, in different places and time. In slings, at a motel, even in public. There was also a part in the middle I skipped where Klaus had his arms around him, cuddling close in the bath tub while Ludvig emptied a bottle of pills into the toilet. I reached my floor before I could finish what I watched. The hallway had only 4 doors and the door with 24 was slightly ajar. I knocked, pushing it open to darkness with little light. Ludvig appeared in a black satin robe, leaning in for a hug while he held two glasses. We made our way into the living room where the only source of light was a projector that played a video of Ludvig fucking some guy in a hotel room. As always, the bottom was spun and Ludvig was a stallion. We sat on the couch and clinked our drinks. It tasted bitter, like metal. Similar to what I had before but more. Ludvig then took out some pipes which by I was now no longer reluctant to take. The smoke was thick and sharp. One had to be careful with the fire if not to burn and ruin the taste. Ludvig instructed me how to smoke and even blew some in my mouth. We started to make out from then. "How did you like the videos?" "Didn't get a chance to see the last one but I loved what I've seen so far" "Good. I knew you would. They'll be here later, after midnight maybe" "Klaus and Cameron" "Yep...and maybe some more" I started to feel the rush I had felt again and became excited at the prospect of having a crowd around me. Eyes now wide and dilated, the night had begun. Ludvig was more accommodating tonight, pulling my pants off, smiling at how I had nothing under. He did as much as he could, slurping my cock in his mouth, though it stayed limp. He didn't mind. Soon, my legs were brought up and my hole was his honey pot. I only gasped before moaning, opening it wider. He reached out for a vial on the coffee table, mounted on top of me and looked at me in the eyes. I knew what was going to happen and nodded in silence. "It's more potent than last night. You'll be able to handle it" We stopped to continue watching the screen. I lied in his arms and he slowly caressed my nipples, pecking my neck at times. "I want you to see the last video" The screen changed to that familiar title screen, To New Bonds, and there he was, Cameron whose blindfolded, no restraints on all fours in a motel room. Same jock I worn, now showing signs of usage. Sharpie hung on the band. The bed sheets were outdated, and the blinds were dusty. Klaus was at the top of the bed, lied down for Cameron to suck him for the rest of the night. All kinds of guys came in to drop their load, marking +ve on the left or -ve on the right. The tally ended up to 6 poz and 14 neg. A jar was put under his hole to release the loads. All which he gulped without a thought. I was fixated on this scene. Next scene was when he was in the bathtub and now I can hear what was being said... "You're done with this aren't you?" Klaus whispered into his ears.. "Yep, no more.." "Bye bye then.." Ludvig uncapped the bottle of Truvada, dropping the pills. Now it was him in the same sling he had been, holding the piss. They were only 6 men now, Klaus and Ludvig included. It had been 6 hours since they left him. "Cameron, you've been nothing short of amazing these past few months. We admire your dedication and your willingness to be a part of us." Ludvig began. "We think that the time's now and we couldn't be more ready to have us be a part of you forever.." Klaus continued "Your check last month came out negative and you've been off prep for 2 weeks now. We've stopped our meds for a year now. If timing's right, it's the perfect time to breed" "Are you ready for your final training?" Cameron, spun and high as he was, replied lucidly. "Yes. Make me a part of the family." For the next 40 minutes, each of the men took their turn to fill Cameron up with their potent seed. When the plug was first pulled out, there was barely any piss leaking. Klaus came in the most, at about 7 times. When the plug was put back on, Cameron was left in the sling again. A time lapse then showed about 4 hours passing before Ludvig came into to unhook him. His legs were shaking, almost impossible to make a step. He had to be supported by another guy who had left 4 loads in him. A towel was also placed around him. In his limps, his hole was still leaking. The final scene was Cameron in bed, sleeping soundly with Klaus spooning him. The end credit showed a web screenshot of a test, labelled positive with Cameron's full name at the bottom. Right as it ended, Ludvig held my head to lean in for a kiss. We embraced and I now heard footsteps coming in. In the flesh, Klaus and Cameron appeared in the room, under the projection lighting they stood watching us. We didn't stop. I caught a glance of Cameron who is now completely different. He had tattoos across his shoulder and arms. Klaus on the other hand looked shorter and was still clean shaved. By now, my high had increased tenfold and I started to spun. I was trying to catch up with my breathing and paused myself from Ludvig. Cameron came down to me, "I know that look. You're ready aren't you?" I only nodded, eyes glossier than before. Klaus then said.. "Let the party begin now, yes?" The next thing I know, I was carried into a room with only a mattress on the floor. My limbs were tied like I had been before, but now tighter. My legs and arms were extended as far as I could, and I remembered the same jock being put on me by Cameron. A ball gag was placed into me and soon, Ludvig was setting up the cameras. A chest was brought in. Klaus took out a toy one by one, placing it in a row in front of me. Buttplugs and dildos to rings. I could only focus on my breaths, trying to process everything while I feel my nerves electrifying more than I could possibly imagine. Anything they did contributed to the pleasure I was experiencing. Klaus then passed a string of anal beads to Ludvig who now inserted in me. Before the first ball, he informed me that more of the T was going in. "I've lubed this with more shards to make this a night you won't forget" I took all 6 beads in. The 3 men stared in amazement. Cameron took the liberty to pull it all out in a single move. It felt amazing. I started to drool in the gag. Then, I felt a strong whip on my back. I screamed. "We're going to oscillate tonight. Let's see if you can handle that" And so in the next couple of hours, my pain and pleasure threshold were put to a test. I felt the whip tearing my skin while I had buttplugs of different sizes inserted in me. I was at their disposal in every way. Things took a turn when a hollow plug was placed in me and Cameron, who was harder on me than the other 2, came behind me to relieve himself. I felt his warm piss in me slowly filling my hole up with him telling how much of a bitch I was and how I'm just another pig like he was. When he finished, all of them took a break. Klaus circled around me with his phone. He then raised to make a call. "Hey Chris, you free to load a bitch tonight? It's like Cameron all over again." I could only stare at Klaus as he ended the call, smiling and crouching down to me to tap my face. "Tonight is going to be an experience like no other. We've learnt some new stuff and are more experimental now.." Ludvig then pulled out the plug from me, plugging it with another metal one to keep Cameron's piss. He too came up to tell me how happy he was to find me and how my life is going to change forever..

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

In High School, my best friends dad fucked me a couple of times. He made me wear his wife's panties and told me he was going to get me pregnant. I still get off thinking about it, hehe.

I love older men they are the absolute best!

married here but hate condoms and don't want them used in me at all

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

While they may already know they are into 'daddies' at a young age, many kids lack the maturity to tell when the 'daddy' really has the best intents out of the relationship. I've generally liked older guys, when I was 19 my first boyfriend was 32, and my first sexual encounter was with someone much older (I was 18, they were in their 50s if I recall correctly). That said, in my experiences: There are lots of older guys who seem to be into younger guys because they are easier to exploit and manipulate. Their intents in the relationship isn't always coming from the best place, and young kids can have a hard time navigating that territory. It can be hard, especially when you are young and inexperienced to tell the difference between - Older daddy, that has your best interests in mind - that will show you the ropes, almost be a mentor in some regards, and will follow the 'campsite rule' of leaving you better off than when you found them. - Older daddy, that is just being a skeezy-older guy that is just going to try and exploit/manipulate the younger guy. Personally, and err on the side of caution of trying to protect younger kids from adults that are more predatory. But, I do wish the law would not be so 'black and white'. Especially when you hear of cases of teens being charged with child porn for sending naked pictures of themselves to their girlfriends/boyfriends, or a 20yr old being charged with statutory rape of an 17yr old even if they have been dating for a few years.